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fastandcarlos · 3 months

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On Cloud Nine : ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

summary: your hundreds of miles away when you get the call, desperate to be at carlos’ bedside as soon as possible

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ynusername: new york, new york 🗽🍏

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carlossainz55: I miss you so much, hurry up home! 🩷

username1: these photos look amazing, new york is definitely my dream one day

charles_leclerc: hope you’re having the best time, btw carlos is definitely lost without you

carmenmmundt: I can’t wait to hear all about this when I see you next ☺️

username2: next time take me with you omg

landonorris: you’ll go anywhere to get away from carlos won’t you?? 😂

ynusername: @/landonorris don’t spoil all my secrets 🤫

carlossainz55: @/ynusername it all makes sense now 😂

username3: wow new york looks insane yn 🤩

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caption 1: get me home asap!!

caption 2: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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ynusername: hi everyone, with carlos’ permission I wanted to share with you all that his operation this morning was successful and he’s recovering well. he also asked me to post a nice photo of him with this to remind you all just how handsome he actually he is 😂

I’m exhausted from rushing here, but just glad to be by his side as he starts the road to recovery 💞

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username4: sending carlos so much love - thank you for the update yn 🫶🏻

username5: poor carlos 😭😭

landonorris: tell me he still looks as handsome as ever to me!

maxverstappen1: get plenty of rest and see you back on the track carlos!

username6: only carlos would still care about his appearance despite being minutes out of surgery

username7: I’m just glad yn was there to be by his side for when he woke up 💞

username8: he’s got the best partner there to take care of him 🥰

alexandrasaintmleux: you guys know where I am if you need anything ❤️❤️

pierregasly: imo he’s never looked better 😂

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carlossainz55: thanks for all the support guys, pleased to say all is good and I’m recovering well so far. gutted to miss the race but I’ll be back on the track soon! biggest thanks goes to yn for dropping everything and travelling halfway around the world to be here with me - she makes a brilliant nurse 💕😂

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username9: how do you manage to look so good even whilst in hospital??

username10: we’re so pleased to see you’re on the mend carlos, take all the time you need 🥰

landonorris: stop flashing your stomach for sympathy 😂😂

username11: that looks so painful, hope you’re okay carlos!!

danielricciardo: made of tough stuff bro, see you real soon!

charles_leclerc: it’s not the same without you here 😭😭

carlossainz55: @/charles_leclerc do me proud my friend ❤️

username12: it breaks my heart seeing these photos

ynusername: couldn’t have timed this better, could you? 😂 just glad that you’re on the mend, ily 💞

carlossainz55: @/ynusername only thanks to you and the care that you give me 🩷

username13: don’t rush, take your time, your fans will wait for you!

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ynusername: carlos being at home resting has its perks 🥞🤩

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username14: stfu I’m so jealous

carlossainz55: you’re lucky I’ve got all this free time on my hands ❤️

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 turns out there are some perks to having your appendix taking out 😂

charles_leclerc: I’m already omw save some for me!!!

username15: welcome back boyfriend carlos aesthetic 🫶🏻

username16: all I want is to taste just one of carlos’ pancakes one day

alex_albon: next time we double date these have to me on the menu

ynusername: @/alex_albon there won’t be any complaints from me

username17: I’m happy to third wheel this date night btw

username18: THEYRE JUST SO FLUFFY

username19: @/username18 the pancakes or the hair???

username18: @/username19 EVERYTHING 😭

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carlossainz55: back on the course doing what I love, an easy eighteen holes 🏌🏻⛳️

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ynusername: um I don’t think this is quite what the consultant meant when he said easy exercise 🤔

carlossainz55: @/ynusername what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him!!

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 can’t wait to throw you under the bus at your next appointment 😂

username20: we always knew it wouldn’t be long before carlos was back playing golf

landonorris: if yn is that worried about you, I guess next time I’ll just have to come with you…to look after you ofc

carlossainz55: @/landonorris I’m supposed to be taking it easy, you stress me out 😂

username21: poor yn must be so stressed looking after carlos

charles_leclerc: of all the sports you choose to go and play golf 🙂‍↔️

username22: imagine telling one of the most active people in the world that they have to rest

username23: counting down the days until he’s back out on his bike 😬

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carlossainz55: back to full power soon, stepping up the recovery and fully focused on being back in the car soon 💪🏻

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username24: gym photos of carlos never get old

username25: and there he is back on the bike again 😂

ynusername: hmmm this looks more like the exercise you’re supposed to be doing 🙄

carlossainz55: @/ynusername 😂💞🤫

username26: if you need something to lift I’m happy to offer my services

landonorris: damn you’re putting me to shame sharing these carlos 😂

username27: I actually just squealed in excitement seeing these, now everyone’s staring at me

username28: yn is one lucky lucky girl wtf

alex_albon: ffs stop showing off how ripped you are

georgerussell63: at least go all the way and take the shirt off jeez

carlossainz55: @/georgerussell63 not all of us are as vain as you!!

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carlossainz55: I should have more operations if this is what happens 😂 so proud to be p1 in aus, thank you for all the support ❤️🏎️

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username29: you’re a machine, we’re so proud of you!!

landonorris: booking an appointment to get my appendix taken out as we speak 🫡

username30: how do you do it??

ynusername: words fail me…you’re just the best 🫶🏻💞

username31: proud is an understatement to describe how I feel about this

danielricciardo: hats off to you sir that was one hell of a drive

charles_leclerc: I never realised I actually had a superhero for a teammate 😂

username32: this is the least you deserve after what you’ve been through

username33: to race like that whilst still in pain just blows my mind

maxverstappen1: huge congrats carlos, one hell of a race 💪🏻

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ynusername: on cloud nine ☁️ after the trickiest couple of weeks you come back and pull this outta the bag - I’m so proud of you my love! 🩷

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yujinnieswifeu · 1 month

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Birthday Party~

a/n: this is the official longest story i have written, i’m so sorry it took me 2 whole ass days to write this 😫, and Yujin’s birthday has passed waaa, please forgive me i’m rlly still a Yujin’s enthusiast😣, anyws enjoy this really wholesome one💕

pairings: fem!reader x birthday!girl Yujin🐶

warnings: smut, tribbing (pussy on pussy), thats about it, just really soft sex uwu

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It was the day of Yujin’s birthday, and you were preparing to go for the party she invited you and some other close friends of hers. You were deciding which dress to wear, not wanting to look too over since the attention should be on Yujin, but not too under too. After a long while, you decided to go with a cute pastel blue dress that showed off your shoulder blades. You quickly gathered your things, rushing out of the house to her place, not forgetting to take her present of course.

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When reaching her place, you rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, Yujin opens the door for you. Her face lit up at the sight of you, the whole day, she felt as if someone was missing, her mood was a little gloomy other than the fact that you wished her happy birthday when the clock strike 12 and when you told her you were on the way to her place. “Y/n…you’re here, finally.” She pouts, you giggle slightly, finding her pout cute, almost puppy like and pinched her cheek. “Were you all sad because i’m not here?” You tease, and her heart race. It was times like this that she wondered if she was being obvious with her feelings towards you, or that you were just oblivious to it all. Either way, she needs to set that aside if not she would confess everything out and embarrass herself. “You’re my bestie, of course i would be sad.” Your heart clenches at the title she refers you too, forcing a smile instead before stepping inside her apartment.

“Happy birthday Yujinnie~” you ignored her words instead, passing her the gift that you got for her, watching how her face lit up again, the previous convo long forgotten as she looks inside but you were quick cover the top of the bag. “Uh uh, only later remember?” She groans, a pout forming on her face again which you chuckle at. “Come on silly, let’s put that with the other presents.” You hold her hand, feeling how she wraps her fingers over yours, it makes you squeal inside, your heart racing, and you hope your palm was not sweaty. As you walked into the shared space, multiple faces greets you, seeing the usual clique, Wonyoung, Rei, Leeseo, Gaeul and Liz already conversing with one another. When they see you two walk in, they say their hi’s, letting you put down your things first and the present you got for Yujin.

“Y/n unnie! Yujin couldn’t stop asking where you were!” Leeseo came rushing to your side, and you raise a brow at her and Yujin. “Did she? I guessed someone really missed me that much huh?” You smirk, teasing Yujin further as she rolls her eyes, her cheeks were turning red and she excuses herself to the kitchen instead. You and Leeseo chuckle at her reaction, before going to the others. “Ahh, this outfit looks so good on you Y/n!” Wonyoung squeals, she just realised you came in, and she goes to hug you. You thanked her, telling her that her outfit was nice too before pulling away. You two started catching up, since it has been awhile since you have seen Wonyoung.

Yujin was watching from the sides as she makes you a drink, it was always the usual, Iced matcha, according to you, it was the best drink you ever drank. Reminiscing at the thought, she smiles to herself, as she mixes the powder with the milk. “Why you smiling all giddily Yuj?” It was Rei who walks in, she already knew that there was something up with you and Yujin, either of you wanting to admit it. Rei was also considered Yujin’s second closest friend, since she knew about her big fat crush on you. “I-i’m not!” Yujin quickly defends herself, and Rei just smirks. “Lier, you probably thought about her again.” She says rather loudly, and Yujin immediately shushes her up, giving her a glare.

“You know, you should really try to make a move, i really think Y/n likes you as well.” Rei comes closer this time to say, and Yujin could feel her heart pounding in her chest, should she really give it a try? But what if you didn’t like her back? Won’t that change everything? “I…i can’t. I’m scared.” Yujin says quietly, as she continues to stir the matcha drink, the colour turning green. “Trust me, i can see the look she gives you Yujin, it’s different.” Rei pats Yujin’s shoulder, before going back to the shared space. Yujin sighs, the thought lingering in her mind before she hears her name being called.

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It was now almost 6 and you were all seated at the table eating dinner together, passing each other food since the table was rather long. You had sat next to Yujin, and she took some tteokbokki with her chopsticks onto your plate. You hummed a thank you, cheeks stuffed with food. She chuckles, finding how your cheeks looked cute in that moment, and places her hand on your kneecap. It makes your heart race again, trying to focus on the food instead of her hand there. Sure, it was normal between you two, but whenever it happens, you just couldn’t help but think if it was really normal, do best friends touch each other this way?

“Oh, you have some sauce on your cheek.” She says, going to take a tissue from the tissue box in the middle of the table before helping you wipe it off. “Stay still.” You were frozen at this point, breath hitching as she was close to your face, wiping away the sauce on your cheeks. You could hear giggling as well, it was at that moment that you realised everyone else was staring, and your cheeks turn red. “W-what?” You swallow your food to say, and Wonyoung moves both her brow up and down teasingly.

You swear you wanted to throw something their way at this point, but kept it to yourself as you all continue to eat at the table. At times when Yujin would put her hand at your thighs, you would play with her fingers, chewing the food in your mouth. Other times, you would take her hand in yours to play with them, and it makes Yujin go all mushy inside, feeling the butterflies in her tummy. You just looked so cute when playing with her fingers, and it just felt so nice to feel your fingers over hers. “I need to go the restroom for a while.” You suddenly excused yourself, undoing your hand with hers before standing up. “Don’t take too long.” Yujin says, she was pouting on the inside and you just squish her cheeks. “Yes birthday girl.” You tease, and the others laugh when they saw how it affected Yujin. You looked to your other friends, signalling them you were going to take the cake in and Wonyoung winks in the process.

Yujin saw this, and she could feel her heart aching, why did Wonyoung just winked to you? Was she trying to flirt with you? Did you like it? So many thoughts were in her head, and that was when you started singing happy birthday then did she snap out of her thoughts, her face lighting up at the sight of her favourite cake. It was a strawberry cake, the words on the cake were ‘Happy birthday Yujin!’ with a puppy face next to it. She almost teared at the sight, suddenly feeling so lucky to have friends to celebrate her birthday with her. “You guys didn’t have to!”

“Oh shut up.” Rei exclaims and the room erupts with laughter. You all crowded around Yujin as she makes a wish, your heart was fluttering at the sight of the short haired girl making her wish, she just looks so peaceful. So cute…so puppy like…you wanted to just hide in a corner and kick your legs. When she opened her eyes, she catches your stare and smiles at you, and you could have sworn you were beet red by now. She proceeds to blow the candles out, and everyone erupts in cheers. “Let’s play truth or dare after this girlies!” Wonyoung squeals out, which everyone cheers to even louder.

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“Truth or dare!” Gaeul asks Liz and Liz replies with a dare. “I dare you to call someone from work and tell them that you are interested in them.” Liz was groaning at the dare, everyone else was chuckling, not expecting her to go with it but she swiped out her phone. “Oh my god. This is going to be insane!” Wonyoung covers her mouth with her hand when Liz rings up her manager, placing the call on speaker. After what felt like a minute when it has only been seconds, there was a click, and Liz was regretting her decision immediately.

“Hello?” It was a female voice, and everyone stayed silent. “H-hi Sajang-nim, i need to tell you something.” Liz was struggling to get her words out, her face red as she was glaring at Gaeul for asking her this question. Gaeul just shrugs her shoulders, smirking deviously back and Liz rolls her eyes. “Sure, what is it Liz?” “I…i uh..i like you Sajang-nim.” Liz was now biting down on her lips nervously, the tension in the air palpable as silence took over. “Are you drunk?” Everyone was trying not to laugh, you grabbed Yujin’s hand, feeling nervous for Liz as you watch the scene unfolding. The Yujin who was once focusing now only looks to you, you hadn’t notice her staring, too immersed into Liz and the phone call conversation to notice as you played with Yujin’s fingers nervously.

“Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow, but don’t overthink it yeah?” Liz looked as if she was going to burst, her hands were fidgeting at this point. “Yeah, then..u-uh..see you tomorrow.” With that, the call ends with a click and everyone was in disbelief. “She likes you too?” Now it was Wonyoung who exclaims and Liz just groans, having had a big time crush on her manager. “I don’t know! I think i’m going to stop here guys.” Liz says, standing up and you all did not stop her, agreeing she needed some time alone to think. Leeseo stands up too, stretching herself as she gathers her things. “You too?” “I have a class tomorrow sadly, so yeah.” Leeseo answers, saying bye to the rest before she and Liz leaves. The room was now left with Wonyoung, Gaeul, Rei, you and Yujin.

“Okay, truth or dare.” Rei asks you, and you pretended to think, before replying with a truth. “Is someone you like here in this room?” Rei smirks, and suddenly you felt nervous. You were still holding Yujin’s hand in yours, not realising it until now as you untwine her fingers to go for the drink, feeling the burning sensation down your throat instead. The others just groans, wanting to know as well. But this only makes Yujin think, if they weren’t in this room, didn’t it mean that you would have said so? Doesn’t this mean that it could be someone in this room?

She was brought out of thoughts when it was Wonyoung’s turn to ask, the question directing to Yujin this time. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” Yujin says without any hesitation, and you saw how the 3 were suddenly discussing without you. “Hey! How about me?” You pout, wanting to be in on this, and Yujin giggles. “They don’t want you anymore.” You gave her a small punch on her shoulder, watching as she fake a wince, pouting cutely at you. The three were giving each other looks, a smirk appearing on Wonyoung face. “Yujin, i dare you to kiss someone in this room.” Yujin could feel herself tense at the question, her mind was thinking if she should just go for the drink or just go to kiss you.

When her eyes locked on yours, something in you just flipped, maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you were unable to tear yourself away as you watch her scoot closer to you. Yujin brings her hand up over your cheek as she brushes the soft skin, your heart was racing at this point as her face inches closer to yours. The room suddenly felt like there were only you two as you stare deeply into her eyes, your eyes travels down to the outline of her lips, staring at how kissable they looked and back up, you watch how Yujin’s eyes got slightly darker than usual, and before you know it, you felt soft lips on yours.

She strokes your cheeks comfortingly as she kisses you softly, you almost wanted to moan if not for the other three in the room, your hands sliding into her hair to bring her closer to you. It starts to get hard to breath, but neither of you wanted the kissing to stop, it was only when you hear someone faking a cough that Yujin quickly pulls away, you bit your bottom lip, suddenly finding your lap to be the most interesting thing in the room. Rei was giving Yujin a look, one that said to go for it. And Yujin would be dumb if she did not, at this point, she wanted you and she had a feeling you felt the same way with how you looked at her.

“That was…awkward.” Wonyoung mutters, and Gaeul can’t stop the laugh that comes out of her mouth. You and Yujin glared at her, which she only bites her bottom lip. “Well, i think, we three need to leave, what do you think?” Gaeul looks to the other two, and they both nodded in agreement. Whispers could be heard as they got their things, quickly getting out of Yujin’s apartment. “Text me tomorrow on how it went!” Rei shouts to Yujin before you could hear the door shut close, Yujin’s face was red at this point, not expecting Rei to say something like that.

“What was that?” You finally broke the silence, and Yujin bit her bottom lip nervously. “She’s just being irritating.” It was quiet again, the air was thick with tension before you suddenly started laughing. Yujin was looking at you weirdly, not understanding how all this was funny. “I-i’m sorry…it’s just…why are things so hard now.” You sigh instead, fingers brushing your hair back. “Can i ask you something?” Yujin’s question catches you off guard, her tone serious as she locks her eyes with yours. You were playing with your fingers again, feeling nervous at what she was going to ask.

“Did you…like the kiss?” Her eyes drops down your lips for a good second, before staring right back into your eyes, and you knew you had to feel those lips on yours again. You wasted no time this time, pushing her down onto the floor as you press your lips onto her soft and plump ones, hearing her groan softly into the kiss, her hands behind your back as it travels down to your waist, gripping your hips. You moan softly into the kiss as you grind your front against hers, feeling her lips part as you shove your tongue past her lips, feeling her tongue against yours which makes you throb.

You pull away, your head against her shoulders this time as you catch your breath, you could feel her hand that was on your hips now sliding up your back into your hair as you let out a whimper. “You have no idea..how much i have been waiting for this.” She completes her sentence after a pause, your heart was beating like crazy, and you were sure she could feel it against her own front, she just drove you this crazy. “Me too..every time i see you, all i want to do is to just call you mine, when i saw others touching you, like the other day, it makes me sad, i-i..i really like you Yujin.” You finally confess, your hands at the sides of her face trapping her, your face inches away from hers again as you spilled your heart out.

“Kiss me again.” She mutters, and you did just that. This time it was filled with electricity, she kissed you like she was going to devour you, and you the same. She had her hands sliding down your back to your ass, squeezing your asscheeks in her palms which has you gasping, pulling away to stare down at her, your hair messy as your eyes clouded with lust. To Yujin, you looked perfect like this. “I want you.” Her voice was laced with need, her eyes puppy like, begging you to say it back to her, and how could you refuse given those puppy eyes. “Fuck, come on.” You stood up, holding out a hand for her which she takes, and she pulls you to her room, pushing you down on the bed as a squeal escapes your lips.

“C-can i really?” She was acting all cute and puppy like, her eyes shining so brightly like she just won an award, it was making you melt all inside. Instead, you part your thighs tempting her, watching how her walls of self-control was slowly crumbling down, before she settles between your legs, her hand pausing at the back of your zip. “Can i remove this?” She asks, which makes you want to squeal from how cute she was being, nodding your head as you smile shyly. She quickly unzips your dress, undressing you and your hands make its way to Yujin’s dress as well. She attaches her lips to yours again, as you both clumsily undress each other.

She pulls away, her eyes was dark with lust as she stares down your body, it suddenly has you feeling vulnerable, until her hands were cupping your breasts, her head dropping down to catch one of them between her lips, rolling her tongue over the hardened bud and sucking on it. “A-ahh Yujin..y-yes ohhh.” Your eyes roll as she teases her way down, pulling moans and whimpers from you, the sound music to her ears. When she nears your core, she teases you, her tongue striping along your inner thigh, you thighs wanting to close but she spreads them apart instead. She watches how you squirm for her, her eyes landing on your wetness, and she almost moans herself from how wet you were for her.

“P-please..Yujin, want it please.” You begged, and she wished she could tease you longer, but she really wanted to taste you, her tongue sticks out to take a long stripe of your wetness, moaning at how you taste as she eats you out like a starved person. Your hips were moving with her tongue, your hands fondling your own breasts as you watch her eat you out, the scene was making you even more wetter, her eyes locking on yours as she moans against your folds, the vibrations running through your whole body and you were close. Hips buckling against her, Yujin holds you in place, spreading your thighs wider for her as she licks even faster, she has one hand down to your entrance, entering two fingers inside of you as you moan loudly at the stretch.

She groans at how tight you were around her fingers, moving them the same speed as her tongue that was flicking over your bundle of nerves. “F-fuck Yujin i’m going to cum!” You cry out, body shuddering as waves of pleasure washes over you, your thighs closing around her head, trapping her between your legs as she helps you through your high.

When your body relaxes, she spreads your thighs again, her body hovers over yours as she places the fingers that was now coated with your juices into your mouth, watching how you eagerly clean her fingers, the sight makes her breathing heavy, as she starts to grind her wetness over yours. You moan softly around her digits, eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure. You could feel her speeding up her movements, pulling her fingers away from your mouth to replace with her own lips, feeling how her hardened nipples brushes against yours which adds to the pleasure.

Yujin moans against your lips, her hand sliding into your hair as she pulls at your scalp, hearing you whimper for her. She pulls away, her hungry eyes looking down at your fucked out state, moving her hips faster as your clit bumps repeatedly against hers, she moans loudly, her high reaching and so was yours as your legs wrap around her, your hands finding her breasts as you fondle with them, eyes locked onto hers as you both admired how each other looked in that moment.

“I..i’m so close Y/n, come with me.” She struggles out, her forehead goes to connect yours as your breaths mingled. “F-fuck yes, don’t stop please!” You let out, feeling her hips moving even faster as she chases her own orgasm. “O-oh fuck, y-yes let go for me baby.” Her voice was desperate, watching how your eyes roll to the back, lips parting as you cum underneath her, it makes her let go as well, cumming together with you. Yujin’s body spasms a little, and she rides out you two’s shared orgasm, you could feel her wetness gushing out against yours, sliding down to the area between your asscheeks and against her sheets.

When she pulls herself away from you and roll to lie her back against her bed, you giggle at her, the other Yujin was back, and you scoot your body into hers, feeling her arms wrap around you in a protective manner, spooning you. “Does this mean…we’re official now?” She breaks the silence, and you lock your forehead with hers, breath fanning against hers. “Well…can you be my girlfriend?” You saw how she pouted , instead pushing your back into the mattress as her figure hovers yours.

“I wanted for me to ask you that, not you.” You giggle, rolling your eyes as you wait for her to ask you the question. “Can you be mine? My girlfriend, my person to wake up to every morning? Maybe hm, to make me pancakes.” You swore you wanted to push her off and punch her, but she was being so cute about this. “Yes, i can, minus the pancake part, you know i can’t cook.” She groans, her head against your neck instead as she whiffs a scent of you, pulling away again. “Regardless, i’ll teach you how to cook.” She smiles widely, her pearly whites showing and you place a kiss on her nose. “I’ll love that.”

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barbiiecams · 6 months

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expect the unexpected

drew starkey x model!reader

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From Me: Requested by @thechaoticjoy I'm sorry it took so long, I hope I did it justice. I'll post the corresponding ask a little bit after the story has been out so long as it's okay with you 💕 I'll message you to chat!

Warnings: parental death long-term illness, hospitals, angst, tragic backstory, really sad stuff in this one. But there's some really comforting notions in it, I think. A lot of strong MC attributes and I think there's a lot to be celebrated in this kind of strength

Summary: Harry's best friend is sweet, kind, beautiful, and intelligent. He wishes she would open up to him more. Only because he doesn't want her to have to be so strong for herself. He would love to be strong for her every now and again.

“She’s the best,” Gemma said knowingly. “Sweet, calm...she’s perfect for you.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Come on Harry, you can’t possibly ignore it. It’s...nice. Different. She’s perfect.” Her smile reflected the same one as Harry. Something they both inherited from their mother. Something that Harry loved to point to when looking at the relationship between them. He liked to believe the kindness he had came from the words his mum and sister spoke. A trait that was passed down to him since he didn’t get hand-me-downs from Gemma.

The sweet girl was quietly putting things in Anne’s car after having filled Gemma’s. “You sit with your sister,” she squeezed Harry’s shoulder and left no room for argument. Within seconds, she was grabbing keys from Michal and Harry’s mum. The lovely couple had been showered with gifts for the arriving baby girl. Michal and Anne were chatting at one table, Harry and Gemma at another.

“Who does this kind of thing?” Gemma asked rhetorically. “You cannot let her get away. There is no better sister-in-law I could imagine. No better aunt,” she said pointedly.

Harry smirked, his cheeks turning red at the compliments. But it wasn’t his place to blush or accept the compliments. She was perfect. Truly. But he didn’t do anything but find her by practically stumbling into her. They worked for the same company, Harry was a research assistant and she worked in IT. One day his computer was glitching out and Harry headed down a quiet hallway.

The room was dark, just a couple strings of Christmas lights around the walls. Music played quietly from a speaker while she organized paperwork and read over her computer screen. A pair of glasses (that turned out to be just for blue light and not for seeing) perched on her nose.

She was beautiful. That was the first thing Harry noticed because he couldn’t help but notice.

“Hi,” he said in greeting. “M’laptop froze.”

She was intelligent. That was the second thing. Because she worked magic within moments to get his computer back up and running.

The rest was history. She worked on it quickly and diligently. Tapping buttons, pressing keys that Harry never touched because he wasn’t convinced his laptop wouldn’t spontaneously gain a conscience. They chatted while she worked. Nothing of major importance. How long they worked there, where they went to school, and if she had tried the new sushi restaurant down the road for lunch.

“Thanks for coming to my dungeon,” she giggled when he was leaving. “Come back any time,” her smile was his favorite thing about her.

Lunchtime from then on meant heading to the dungeon decorated with Christmas lights and pictures of her family on the desk. There was no ring on her finger and only a picture of herself and her dog that she joked about as the longest relationship she had. It meant Harry sharing the sushi from the new place and her telling him that she had a chickpea Caesar salad recipe that he would love.

Harry dated several girls over the years, and each were lovely in their own way, but Gemma wasn’t exaggerating. There was something about the lovely girl he had known for the past few years that Harry didn’t know he was missing. Dates became far and few between. But Harry wasn’t brave enough to wreck their friendship. He didn’t want to be one of those statistics that attempted to date and not have it work out. He didn’t want to lose her by any stretch of the word.

If that meant being best friends, then that was what he would do.

So, she came to family events and confused the hell out of his friends. They didn’t touch (much to Harry’s chagrin) other than a hug or an arm squeeze like she gave him earlier. Neither said anything about the trill of something more bubbling below the surface. The electricity that pulsed from her fingertips and through his entire circulatory system. Harry was content to have her in his life in any form she existed because she was lovely and wonderful.

He only wished she opened up to him the slightest bit more.

Harry knew her favorite color and that her mom had passed away when she was eight. But there was this element of their friendship that she seemed to hold back. It felt like Harry would drink wine while they watched movies and dump all the things he felt from a young age on her. He told her things he didn’t tell anyone—not even Gemma or Niall or Mitch. He told her the inadequacies he felt, the impostor syndrome he felt at work, all of it. The anxiety he felt for the future and whether life would be what he wanted from it. She held each of his worries and fears in her hands like they were crystal glasses needing to be moved. She consoled him even though he was really over it. Assuaged him of all his worries and assured him that his life would be amazing simply because he was him. “Y’should have been a therapist, kitten,” he winked at her.

She smiled. “I’ve heard that before.”

She never reciprocated. There was a strength to her that waved off her. It was warm and everyone around her felt it. Her friends adored her, that much was obvious. But it was as if they were all so close to saying “we don’t need to worry about her.” She didn’t just console Harry. Everyone came to her for advice. The quiet lovely lady that worked in a dungeon and hid all of her thoughts and feelings. When they needed to vent, she was their phone call. Advice was her specialty. There was never judgment in her voice. No frustration or the feeling of pushing their worries aside. Every emotion her friends felt was valid and she would process and work through them as much as she possibly could.

When Harry was upset about a breakup—one that in hindsight he didn’t know why he even bothered—she didn’t make him feel bad that it had only been a short relationship. “Five months is a big deal,” she reminded him, placing a plate of his favorite tacos in front of him. It was her specialty. He wondered what came first, if she made tacos because she liked them or because he liked them. “You liked her a lot and five months is a big deal...it’s like a turning point. It was out of nowhere too. Anyone in their right mind would be upset,” she promised returning to the coffee table with her own plate. She sat on the floor across from him. He watched her eat a few bites wondering why on earth she was single for the umpteenth time.

“What’s your longest relationship?” He asked.

She snorted. “Um...a year, I think.”

“You think?”

She shrugged. “I don’t really date.”

The fact his heart cracked more at her words than the breakup he experienced the day before should have been his biggest clue that he was hopeless for the sweet girl.

“I noticed,” he smirked. “You’re too good for anyone, kitten,” he promised.

Her lips curled up in a half smile and she shook her head. “I don’t know about that.”

“S’okay, m’sure for you,” he winked making her laugh.

Harry didn’t date much after that either. Nothing serious; no more than a couple dates and setups from friends. Instead, he continued inviting her to family birthday parties and holidays where, naturally, everyone fell in love with her.

How could he blame his family and friends, really?

He was in the very same boat as them.

Gemma was having some minor trouble after delivering Harry’s sweet niece. The anxiety he felt was so overwhelming. His hands shook as his mum relayed the message. He stammered as he answered, dropped his keys. When he bent to retrieve them, her hand appeared in his vision, snatching them from the ground.

“No, I’ll drive,” she said firmly. Even if Harry wanted to argue he couldn’t.

She held Harry’s hand tightly on the middle console as she drove. Without any fanfare, she dropped him off in front of the main entrance and went off to find a parking spot. When he arrived in the waiting room, Anne was smiling as if there was no issue at all. “Wanna meet your niece?”

He did. Very badly. But his sister was his best friend. “What ‘bout Gemma?”

“She’s fine, Harry. Truly,” Anne assured him and rubbed his back.

They discussed the complications Gemma faced and all the worries Harry had for both her, Michal, and the sweet, adorable baby that was perfectly healthy and sleeping peacefully in the window alongside five or so other newborns.

They returned to the waiting room after Michal went back to the baby’s side. Anne squeezed Harry’s hand reassuringly once more and within moments, she was there. “I left my welcome gift at home in the rush to get here,” she appeared with overpriced objects from the giftshop. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a bit dazed, and Harry sensed she was overwhelmed but assumed it was because of the surprise arrival of Harry’s niece and nothing more.

His heart rate slowed at her appearance. Like she was physical assurance that things really would be okay. She smiled at him, sighed, and gave Anne a hug. “Congrats Grandma,” her voice was proud and excited.

Harry couldn’t have asked for a better day.

Harry was a natural with babies. He was so at ease holding the newborn in his arms. “Think she’ll have our smile?” Gemma asked, showing off the very expression. He could hardly tear his eyes away from the baby but nodded at his sister’s question.

“Yeah,” he sighed smiling gratefully at the little one in his arms. He didn’t want to put her down. If he ever had children of his own, he had no idea how he was going to share. He had no idea how Gemma managed to fork her over to him in the first place—when all he wanted was to hold her anyway.

“Where did she go?”

“M’not sure,” he admitted. “Add money to the car meter, I think,” he shrugged. “I was told not t’worry about her.”

“Naturally.”

Harry frowned, brushing his finger along the baby’s soft cheek. “S’that supposed t’mean?”

“She doesn’t let anyone worry about her,” Gemma shrugged. “It’s probably pretty traumatic for her to be here,” Gemma’s tone had an air that she was reminding Harry of something he was supposed to remember, some event that he didn’t know. But he didn’t know what she was talking about.

“What do y’mean?”

Gemma tilted her head and shifted slightly in her bed. Michal and Anne were getting food from the cafeteria. “Harry, her mom died here,” she rolled her eyes.

Harry’s stomach rolled and he thought about the anxiety he felt coming to the hospital on behalf of his sister. It was nothing in comparison to the anxiety she must have felt.

Harry finally looked up from the sweet little baby and gazed at his sister. “She’s never told me that.”

Gemma frowned and relayed the story. Told her something about last Christmas. She thought that Harry knew because they were best friends. But Harry didn’t. It was one of those things she kept to herself. Gemma found her in the kitchen while everyone else was drinking and chatting in the family room. She told Gemma she was grateful to be part of a big Christmas like this. It had been a long time. But it made her miss her mom more than ever.

Then Gemma relayed the time she watched her excuse herself at a family wedding while the groom and mother dance. “Her family doesn’t do big celebrations like us,” Gemma told her. “That girl carries a ton of grief on her back and she acts like it weighs as much as a feather. She never worries about herself only others but in a way that makes you feel that nothing bad will ever happen to you. I swear just thinking about her in the delivery room and how calm she would have been was enough to keep me relaxed,” Gemma laughed and shook her head. “I told her I didn’t expect her to come to the hospital when the time came if she didn’t want to. I would never blame her. She said it wouldn’t be a problem because you wouldn’t bring her—it was a family thing. Do you have any idea how wonderful she is or are we just going to sit here and pretend the love of your life isn’t your best friend?”

Harry opened his mouth to respond. His eyes no longer on the baby, but his sister. Unable to believe the words she said. The outline to what he already knew and felt but couldn’t believe any more if he tried because it seemed so unattainable. The girl who didn’t tell him anything. Or didn’t want to be worried over.

But he was interrupted. “Look how cute this is,” she burst into the room holding a onesie that said “if my mom says no, my uncle will say yes.”

It gave the three of them a pause as Gemma laughed and Harry snorted. “S’true,” he murmured quietly to the tiny being in his arms.

Their giggles were interrupted by an intercom announcement. A code purple and it asked that all visitors and personnel stay on their current floors. The smile slowly faded from her lips, and she glanced at the baby in Harry’s arms. “You look good with a baby,” she winked the smile gently returned. She gave his shoulder a squeeze, laid the onesie on the cot Michal would be sleeping in later. “M’gonna run to the bathroom,” she said.

Harry watched her leave, the first time he had looked at anyone other than the baby for longer than thirty seconds since he met the little one.

“Harry,” Gemma said gently. “You should follow her.”

“What? Why?”

“Do you know what a code purple is?” Harry shook his head. “Missing child.”

Harry looked at the baby again and sighed. “Well, if anyone will find her...”

“It would probably be Miss Wonder Woman herself, yeah?” Gemma finished Harry’s thought.

She couldn’t have gotten far if the stairwells and elevators were blocked off. He searched as much as the rest of the staff on the floor, sending his mum a text that everyone in their little family was fine. Fortunately (for Harry), there was a commotion with one of the patients on the floor and the person standing guard at the stairwell stepped away long enough for Harry to sneak to the next floor. Because he may have felt that she hid a lot from him at times, but he was certain if anyone was going to find a lost little girl, it was going to be her—even if he didn’t know why she wanted to find her.

The enormity of the steps muffled most of the sound, but Harry crept around the back of the stairwell, and found a little storage closet.

“It’s not fair!” It was a small, sad voice that Harry didn’t recognize.

“It’s not,” she agreed. Her voice even, sad in a different way, was one that Harry did recognize.

“Mommy says I have to be brave for my siblings and I’m trying but it’s not fair! I don’t even get to be sad,” she cried.

“I know,” she agreed again. Composed, like she was talking someone off a ledge. Maybe she was, Harry didn’t really know what was happening. But her understanding was tangible. Her soft voice made Harry feel so safe.

But it broke his heart right in half.

“It’s because I’m oldest. Mommy tells me that I’m being a big girl and being brave and helping Daddy get better but I’m not. I don’t want to be here, it’s not fair.”

“I know,” she repeated. “My mommy died when I was your age too. She was really sick. I had to take care of my little brothers and my daddy,” she explained. “It was really hard. I didn’t think I was allowed to cry because I was good at being brave.”

The answer was a sniffle, not words. Harry felt terrible for not knowing this. For never pressing. For finding out in a stairwell with a little girl that neither of them knew. “But do you know who is most worried about you right now while everyone else is worried about your daddy?”

“Who?” There was a big breath of silence. Something that Harry didn’t understand passed between them. Some sort of recognition of the situation they were both privy to and Harry was not. “Daddy doesn’t know I’m there.”

“He does, sweetie, I promise,” she assured her. “Let’s get you back to him.”

“I just want to cry,” she whispered.

“I know. You will. It’s good to cry. Brave even.”

“Mommy says I’m brave for not crying.”

There was a pause for a moment that Harry couldn’t describe. He couldn’t see his best friend nor the little girl that the entire hospital was searching for. But the grief and weight he felt in that little space was immense.

“Mommy will tell you you’re brave for crying too,” she promised. But it was filled with an emotion that Harry couldn’t quite name; but he was sure he sensed a bit of longing in her tone.

He watched her grab the little one’s hand. Like she was grabbing the hand of her younger self. Harry hoped it healed whatever that sense of longing was and whatever she remembered in that quiet pause.

When she turned and saw Harry waiting, her cheeks reddened. She looked away briefly. “Look who I found,” she smiled sweetly. Not a trace of sadness on her face, not even a tear.

Harry hoped she would cry later. Hoped she would tell him everything. He was aching for it. Aching to carry the metric ton of grief she held for so long.

“Made another friend?” Harry asked instead.

She squeezed the girl’s hand. “I think so.”

“You okay, love?” Truthfully, Harry wasn’t sure who he was asking.

The little girl sniffled, her eyes blotchy red and glassy. She looked up at Harry shyly but also with awe. “Are you a prince?”

Harry chuckled and she smiled—the exact reprieve anyone could have hoped for in that moment. “He is,” she smiled kindly. “You’ll find a best friend just like him too,” she promised.

Fortunately, Miss Wonder Woman coaxed the little one back onto the floor and with the commotion of her return, she and Harry snuck right back in. No one questioned them. He wondered if the little girl would even mention her to her mom or the staff. But she was unconcerned—glad the little girl was okay and safe.

“How did you know where she was?” He asked.

She didn’t say anything. Watched the reunion of her mom and her brothers. The sadness flowing through a whole family like a virus.

“Love,” he tried to gather her attention but was unsuccessful. They stood in the waiting room watching from afar. The whole hospital began its routine again.

She wasn’t recognized for finding the little girl.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “Talk to me.”

She sniffled, wiped below her eyes.

“Love,” he touched her arm. It broke something in her. Her lower lip wiggled as she fought back the emotions and tears that she felt bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her.

“Uh...sorry. I just couldn’t—” she cleared her throat and wiped below her eyes again.

“Love, you don’t—”

“Does Gemma need anything? I bet a code purple probably scared a first time—”

“Kitten.” Her shoulders heaved and she tried to continue talking, something about helping or understanding. Something about Gemma and Anne and Michal. “Angel, y’need t’stop,” he whispered quietly, as her sobs took over. Her hands covered her face and she turned toward him. Her body shaking and Harry wrapped her up in his arms. Held cupped the back of her head as she cried and he wanted it to stop. It hurt him so much to feel that pain through her. It wasn’t even his pain. He imagined all those moments in the last few years where she hid her own pain to take care of others.

“I couldn’t cry,” she croaked.

Harry didn’t want her to cry now but he was glad she was.

“I know, angel,” he didn’t. But he would pretend. Because she was there for every emotion that he had felt since he met her, and it never stopped her. She never made him feel bad for feeling any type of way. He would do anything to make her feel the same. “I know,” he sighed and squeezed her as tightly as he could worried he might hurt her but worried she would fully break apart if she didn’t.

Harry’s bed was her new favorite place. “I owe you some new pillowcases,” she whispered.

“Kitten, jus’ worry ‘bout yourself for a change,” he kissed her forehead, almost directly between her eyebrows. It made her feel like she was made of putty.

“I am, if I’m going to be sleeping here, I can’t get dirty from all my tears and snot.”

He chuckled. “I’ll get new pillowcases if y’sleep here.”

“You don’t mind?”

Did he mind her sleeping there? Or getting new pillowcases? “Neither, love,” his fingers trailed up and down her spine. “S’nice, yeah?”

She nodded. “Been thinking about it a while,” she whispered.

“Shoulda said something,” he hummed quietly. “Anything that’s mine, s’yours.”

“Anything?”

“Mhmm.”

“Even the secret chocolate stash you have in the oatmeal box?”

He chuckled. “All yours.”

“What about that candle in your kitchen that you light after you finish cleaning?”

“I’ll put your name on it.”

She was quiet for a minute. She inhaled the warm scent of his cologne poking at the freckles that dotted his collarbones and neck at sporadic intervals. Once the tears started, she couldn’t stop. Hence the need for new pillowcases. Her skin felt raw, blotchy, her head hurt a bit from the lack of water.

But Harry was there the whole time. He didn’t shy away once. Simply let her cry for all the times she didn’t because she needed to be brave and all the times she wanted to anyway. Eventually she whispered all the things she kept from him. From everyone. Even herself.

“Harry?” She whispered.

“Yes, kitten?”

“I know this is lame, but I didn’t date a whole lot growing up because I never felt like good things could happen to me. I always worried it would be taken away and... anyway... I don’t know how to ask this, because it sounds so lame but you’re my best friend so maybe you’ll know what I’m saying and—”

“I told y’anything that’s mine is yours, angel,” his smile was lazy but beautiful. Like this was the most normal thing he’d ever done with her. Everything about him was beautiful. From the surface of his skin to the depths of his soul.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that her best friend already knew what she wanted to say.

His lips brushed against her temple. Her heart finally felt at ease. “Course I want t’be your boyfriend. You have my whole heart.”

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Hiii can we get some dating Richie headcanons :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 ♡

We certainly can! Thank you for the request, I love this disaster of a man so much! I had so much fun with this and I'm so excited for season two 💕 I also couldn't contain myself and made a Richie playlist

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Richie had almost given up on love before he met you. Almost.

After a series of failed dates and a couple of meaningless hookups it had seemed to him like love just wasn’t in the cards for him anymore. But then you had come along to prove him wrong.

Despite how he might come off to some, Richie is definitely a lover boy. Putting himself ‘out there’ after his split with Tiff had been hard, but he knew that he deep down, in the essential core of his being, desperately craved to have someone to share his life with.

Someone to come home to and share the little moments with. Someone to rant to about how Carmy had been acting like little bitch about the new dishtowels, or how another building downtown has been torn down to be turned into another fucking nightmarish cement parking house. Someone who he could have a laugh with and who would give him a chance to rise above the label of deadbeat loser that the universe seems to have put on him. Someone who could see him for who he truly is. Someone who wouldn’t judge him or think less of him for having sold a little coke from a back alley in a desperate situation.

Richie will do anything for the people he cares for, so what if his methods are a little unorthodox? He is loyal to the bone and he cares, he fucking cares.

And that is all he wants, someone to care for. Someone to love and someone to love him. That was all that he dreamed of before, but he had started to lose hope.

But then, when he finally had started to come to terms with the idea that that might never happen, he met you.

It had all started with a slightly awkward date. He had been quite nervous, way more than he normally was. You just seemed too good to be true, way too good for someone like him anyway. He wanted to give off a good impression so bad that it slightly backfired, or it maybe would have backfired if you weren't you.

He had been loud and acting confident in a way only a man who’s trying to hide how nervous he actually is can. He had been accidently laughing at his own jokes before the punchline had even landed and stumbling over his own words from time to time, but luckily for him you had found it rather charming. You couldn’t keep the wide smile from spreading on your face as he started rambling about Bill Murray and some old roman goddess.

He had visibly relaxed after you had declared with a smile that you probably had to give him a call one of these days so you could hear the voicemail from the story, but that you certainly wouldn’t mind if he just happened to pick up the phone.

He did pick up the phone when you called, and you were not disappointed in the slightest that it was Richie’s voice and not Bill Murray’s that had greeted you.

That first date turned into another, which turned into yet another one and no matter how scared he was that you would suddenly realize how much of a shitshow his life truly is he just didn’t seem to be able to scare you off.

He’ll be your number one cheerleader, always so proud of you, and he will tell everybody who lets him about you. And he loves to show you off. You are in his opinion way out of his league and he is just so damn proud to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you to call his and to love.

He loves taking pictures of you. Just silly little pictures, you picking up produce at the farmers market or silly little selfies of the two of you as you wait in line at Arby's. He just wants to remember all the nice little moments with you.

He’ll proudly flaunt you on his instagram for all his 36 followers to see (well, 37 now that you follow him)

You will usually try and match your lunch break at work to fit with family at the restaurant. Stepping into the restaurant to be met with a huge smile from Richie is one of the highlights of your day. The staff of the beef are essentially family to him and he is so happy to share you with them. You have become part of that little family and it is more than Richie could ever have dreamt of.

Neither of you are in a rush with your relationship. He is a divorcee with a daughter and you have never had any wild dreams about a wedding or an on paper ‘picture perfect’ relationship with a house and a white picket fence. You just want someone who loves you for exactly who you are and that someone is Richie.

It is about a year into your relationship that you say ‘I love you’ the first time you don’t know if it is late or not but one thing for sure is that the love had been there from early on.

It was four months into your relationship that he had asked you if you would like to meet his daughter and honestly that had been a bigger confession of love than anything else could have been. He loves his daughter more than anything in the world and you know that he would never bring up introducing you to her if it wasn’t because he was serious about you and wanted you as a permanent part of his life.

You had been a little nervous to meet her, you know how much she means to Richie and you had just really wanted her to like you. You had, however, not been the slightest bit nervous about how you would feel about her, she’s Richie’s little girl after all, a part of him, and you love every part of him.

Luckily for you, she absolutely adores you, and you adore her. It had meant everything for Richie to know that his baby girl and you were getting along so well.

It had been on that same night as you had uttered your first ‘I love you’s’ that he had asked you if you wanted to move in together. He had been so happy when you had kissed a ‘yes’ into his lips.

Living together is everything Richie could ever have dreamt of. Not waking up to an empty bed and knowing that you are at home waiting on him when he comes home from work is like a dream come true.

He is an early riser, usually you wake up to an empty bed, and even though you sometimes wish you woke up to warm, morning-cuddles it is always made up for by the sight of Richie in the kitchen. He is usually only wearing one of his, seemingly never ending supply of, ‘The Beef’ shirts and a pair of boxers.

His back will be turned to you as he’s in the midst of getting your coffee ready for you. It has become a fixture in your life with Richie, something you wouldn’t give up, even for all the morning-cuddles in the world.

You will sneak up on him and let your arms sneak around him, hugging him tight from behind and he will lean softly back into your embrace.

If he is having a smoke you will pluck the cigarette from his lips and take a few drags as you squish your cheek into his back and slowly let the comforting smell of brewing coffee wake you up. When the cigarette is smoked and ashed into the sink to later be thrown into the ashtray, Richie will turn around, engulfing you in his long, lean arms and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, kissing a ‘good morning’ into your still sleep-warm skin.

Your relationship with Richie is warm and loving. It doesn’t mean that it is constant smooth sailing, but you always work through the bumps you come across along the road together. That is the true beauty of your relationship with him, the constant reassuring feeling of togetherness.

You are in his life to stay, you are family now and Richie will do anything to keep you happy and by his side.

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Love Is Embarrassing - Part Eight

>> when are all my excuses of learning my lessons gonna start to feel sad? <<

pairing - theodore nott x fem! reader

summary - when you agree to help Theo out with a bet, you learn that maybe the bad boy isn't actually that bad

warnings - a little angsty, jealous!theo, mention of y/n

wordcount - 3.7k

a/n - okay, I finally managed to finish this last chapter. thank you so much to everyone who is still reading and commenting, even though it took me months to wrap this up. I love and appreciate you 💕

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The fluorescent lights of the grocery store cast a bright glow over the aisles, illuminating the colorful array of products lining the shelves. Theo strolled through the store, while you sat in the cart, snacks and essentials piled high around you.

The grocery store aisles became their battleground as they playfully bantered over the best candy for their movie night. With each turn down a new aisle, the debate intensified. Theo's arguments for the tangy delight of sour candies clashed with your unwavering devotion to the sweet satisfaction of chocolate.

Your banter echoed through the grocery store aisles, drawing amused glances from other shoppers. You grinned mischievously from your perch in the cart, throwing playful jabs at Theo's taste in candy while he retaliated with mock indignation.

As you rounded the corner into the snack aisle, a familiar voice called out, interrupting your lively debate. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/n!"

You turned to see a young man standing before you, a wide smile spread across his face. He was tall and lanky, with tousled red hair that seemed to defy gravity, and a pair of bright blue eyes that sparkled with warmth and familiarity. It took you a moment to recognise who was talking to you. He was someone you used to go to school with, a friendly face from your hometown that you hadn't seen in years. You remembered his mother used to be friends with yours and wondered if they still talked.

"Jake! Wow, it's been forever," you exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him.

Theo's expression shifted imperceptibly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he observed the exchange between you and Jake. He remained silent, pushing the cart forward as you engaged in conversation with your old friend.

"Hey, yeah, it really has," Jake replied with a grin, his eyes scanning over Theo before returning to you. "Looks like you've got some company."

You nodded, gesturing toward the tall boy behind you. "Yeah, this is Theo. He's a friend from college. We’re visiting for the holidays."

"Nice to meet you, Theo," Jake said, extending a hand.

Theo shook it with a polite smile, though you couldn't help but notice the slight tensing of his jaw. "Likewise."

"So, what brings you guys to the grocery store?" Jake asked, falling into step beside the cart as you continued down the aisle.

"We're stocking up for a movie night," you explained, reaching for a bag of popcorn on the shelf. "Trying to decide on the best snacks."

Jake chuckled. "Ah, the eternal struggle. Sweet or savory?"

"Exactly," you agreed. "We've been debating it all afternoon."

"Well, if you ask me, you can't go wrong with a good mix of both," Jake suggested, grabbing a bag of chips from the shelf. "Cover all your bases, you know?"

You laughed, nodding in agreement as you took the bag from his hands, stashing down at your feet. "That's true."

As you caught up with Jake, sharing stories and reminiscing about the past, Theo's demeanor became increasingly guarded. He made casual remarks, joining in the conversation, but there was a subtle tension in his voice that betrayed his unease.

You couldn't help but notice the shift in Theo's demeanor, sensing the underlying tension beneath his attempts to appear unaffected. Despite his efforts to hide it, his jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, evident in the way he subtly tightened his grip on the cart handle. You assumed he was growing tired of being in the store and wanted to go home.

"So, Y/n, it's been ages since we hung out," Jake said, his tone filled with enthusiasm as he glanced between you and Theo. "Mind if I crash your movie night?"

You hesitated, exchanging a quick glance with Theo before responding. "Uh, well, my mom wouldn't really be a fan of that...Danny hasn’t been feeling well and she doesn’t really want the house to be even fuller, you know."

Theo's grip on the cart tightened slightly, a subtle indication of his discomfort with the idea. You could sense his unease, and while you didn't want to upset him, you also didn't want to leave Jake hanging. "But we should definitely catch up sometime this week," you continued, offering Jake a friendly smile. "How about we grab coffee or something?"

Jake's expression brightened at the suggestion, seemingly unfazed by the rejection of the movie night invitation. "That sounds great! I'll shoot you a text and we'll figure out a time."

"Sounds like a plan," you agreed, relieved that Jake was understanding.

Jake bid you farewell with a friendly wave before heading off to finish his own shopping. As he disappeared around the corner, you turned your attention back to Theo, who had fallen unusually quiet. "Hey, you okay?" you asked, noticing the tension in his shoulders.

Theo shrugged, his gaze fixed on the items lining the shelves. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

You frowned, not entirely convinced by his response. "Are you sure? You seemed a little... off back there."

He forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm fine, really. Let's just finish up here and head home."

Deciding not to press the issue further for now, you nodded, though a sense of unease lingered in the back of your mind. Theo's sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard, and while you wanted to believe his explanation, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was bothering him.

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Later that night, as you settled in for movie night, the tension between you and Theo remained palpable. He had taken a seat next to Danny, much to your little brother's excitement, leaving you to occupy the spot on the other side of the couch. You tried to brush off the unease gnawing at you, attributing it to Theo's earlier mood and hoping that he would warm up as the evening progressed.

Throughout the movie, Theo seemed distant, his attention focused solely on the screen. You caught glimpses of his profile in the dim glow of the television, his features drawn and unreadable. Despite your attempts to engage him in conversation or share a joke, he remained reserved, his responses curt and unenthusiastic.

As the movie played on, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly strained. You stole glances at Theo, hoping for some sign that he was feeling better, but he remained aloof, his gaze fixed on the screen.

"That girl reminds me so much of Pansy," you reached around Danny and nudged him gently, trying to draw him into the moment.

He offered a half-hearted chuckle in response, but his eyes never left the television. Your heart sank further at his lack of engagement, the distance between you feeling more pronounced than ever.

When your mom suggested playing a game after the movie, you saw an opportunity to break the tension. "That sounds like fun, doesn't it?" you glanced over at Theo, hoping for a spark of enthusiasm.

But he shook his head, his expression apologetic. "I think I'm gonna call it a night, actually. I'm feeling pretty tired."

Disappointment washed over you as you watched him stand up and make his way towards the stairs. "Oh, okay. Well, goodnight, then," you forced a smile, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Night," Theo replied softly, his tone devoid of its usual warmth as he disappeared upstairs.

After the game ended, you made your way upstairs, feeling a heavy weight in your chest. The events of the evening lingered in your mind, leaving you with a sense of unease that refused to dissipate.

Entering your room, you found Theo already lying in bed, his back turned towards you. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Quietly, you slipped under the covers, careful not to disturb him. Tentatively, you reached out to him, your fingers lightly brushing against his back as they had the night before.

To your surprise, he recoiled at your touch, pushing your hand away before shifting further away from you. The rejection stung, a sharp pang of hurt piercing through your chest as you withdrew your hand, feeling the distance between you grow even wider.

Heart heavy with disappointment and confusion, you lay there in silence. Eventually, exhaustion overtook you, and you drifted off to sleep, the ache of unspoken words weighing heavily on your mind.

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The next morning, you awoke to find Theo's side of the bed empty, a cold reminder of the distance that had grown between you overnight. Pushing aside the covers, you reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed, a sense of foreboding settling in the pit of your stomach.

Descending the stairs, you followed the sound of soft conversation to the living room, where you found Theo seated beside your mother, a smile gracing his features as they engaged in lively conversation. Your mother sat in her favorite armchair, her knitting needles in her hands, while Theo held the yarn for her, his expression one of genuine warmth.

You stood there for a moment, watching the scene unfold before you, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over you. Confusion battled with longing, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the easy camaraderie between Theo and your mother. You couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly acting so cold towards you, all of it reminding you of those last weeks you shared with Grady.

As you observed them, a sudden realization dawned upon you, crystal clear and undeniable. It hit you with the force of a revelation, leaving you breathless and reeling. In that moment, you understood the depth of your feelings for Theo, the profound connection that had blossomed between you, unnoticed and unspoken.

You had fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably, in a way you had never imagined possible. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you as you grappled with the newfound truth.

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, you barely noticed your mother's gaze turning toward you, her warm smile inviting you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether you were ready to face Theo right now.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she greeted you, her voice soft and comforting. "Come join us."

With a small nod, you crossed the room to take a seat beside Theo, trying to ignore the chasm of distance that seemed to have grown between you overnight. His smile faltered slightly as you approached, and the view felt like a kick to your stomach.

"Morning," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced at the boy beside you, searching for any sign of the warmth that had usually filled his gaze when looking at you.

He met your eyes briefly before turning his attention back to your mother, his smile returning, albeit slightly forced. "Morning, trouble."

Despite the tension lingering in the air, your mother seemed oblivious to it. She continued to chat animatedly, her happy voice filling the room.

As the conversation lulled, you seized the opportunity to broach the subject of spending the day together. "Hey, do you want to do anything today?" you asked tentatively, nudging the side of his leg with yours.

He hesitated for a moment before he spoke. "Actually, I'll be pretty busy today," he replied, his tone carefully neutral. "Your mom and I have been talking about some things she's been procrastinating on fixing around the house, and I promised her I'd do some of it today."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at his response, though you tried to mask it with a supportive smile. "That's sweet of you," you said softly. "Do you need any help?"

He shook his head, his gaze flickering briefly to meet yours. "Thanks, but I think I'd rather do it alone," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You swallowed back the hurt that threatened to rise in your throat, forcing a smile as you nodded in understanding. "Okay, just let me know if you change your mind," you replied, though the words felt hollow on your tongue.

Sitting there, the realization of your feelings for him weighing heavily on your mind, you found yourself contemplating your next move. Your mind drifted back to Jake and the casual invitation you had extended to catch up over coffee.

With Theo occupied for the day, the prospect of spending time with an old friend seemed more appealing than ever.Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you scrolled through your contacts until you found Jake's number. With a hesitant finger hovering over the screen, you debated whether to send the text.

"Since you're going to be busy today, I might text Jake and see if he wants to hang out. Is that okay?"

Theo's expression shifted slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes before he shook his head. "Yeah, that sounds fine.”

You sighed inwardly, feeling a twinge of disappointment at Theo's response, but you nodded, trying to hide any trace of your feelings. "Alright, I'll let you get to it then," you said, forcing a smile.

Walking back upstairs and entering your room, you sank onto the edge of the bed, the familiar comfort of the space offering little solace. Resting your head in your hands, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability, the realization of your feelings for Theo crashing over you like a tidal wave.

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As you stepped into the quiet house, the familiar creak of the front door seemed to echo in the silence. The subdued atmosphere enveloped you like a heavy blanket, casting a pall over your spirits as you made your way to the kitchen.

There, you found Theo sitting alone at the table, a steaming mug of hot chocolate cradled in his hands. The soft glow of the overhead light illuminated his features, casting shadows across his face that seemed to deepen the lines of tension etched there.

"Hey," you greeted him softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the room.

He looked up, his gaze meeting yours briefly before flicking away. "Hey," he replied, his tone guarded.

Sensing the tension in the air, you hesitated for a moment before taking a seat opposite him at the table. The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of the silence any longer, you spoke up. "I just got back from hanging out with Jake," you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the undercurrent of unease.

Theo's grip on his mug tightened slightly, though he maintained his composure. "Oh, did you have fun?" he asked, his words laced with a hint of passive-aggression.

You bristled at the tone of his question, sensing the underlying tension beneath his seemingly casual inquiry. "Yeah, it was nice," you replied carefully, not wanting to escalate the situation.

Theo's lips twitched into a tight smile, though his eyes betrayed the turmoil swirling within him. "Good to know," he muttered, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

The atmosphere in the kitchen grew increasingly strained. You wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the gap between you, but you didn't know where to begin. As you tried to come up with something else to say, your body froze when you heard him scoff.

The noise cut through the tense silence like a knife, leaving you feeling like you'd been slapped. The suddenness of it startled you, and you couldn't help but recoil slightly, a mixture of confusion and hurt flashing across your features.

"What?" you demanded, your voice sharper than intended as you searched his face for any hint of an explanation.

Theo hesitated, his gaze darting away from yours as if seeking refuge in the shadows of the room. "Nothing," he muttered, his tone defensive. "Forget it."

But you couldn't forget it, couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong between you. "No, I won't forget it," you insisted, your voice rising with each word as you stood up from your chair to round the table. "You've been acting weird since yesterday, and I don’t know what happened. Tell me what's going on, Theo."

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might refuse to answer. But then, with a heavy sigh, he relented, his words dripping with frustration. "Fine, you want to know what's going on? I'll tell you. I'm tired of this."

Theo's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. You stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to continue, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Tired of what?" you prompted, your voice barely above a whisper, though it carried the weight of a thousand unanswered questions.

His gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw the storm raging behind his eyes. "Tired of pretending," he replied, his voice low and filled with bitterness. "Tired of pretending that you're mine when you're not."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you reeling with disbelief. "What do you mean?" you demanded, your voice rising in pitch as you struggled to comprehend his words.

Theo stood up from his chair, his movements tense and controlled. "You know exactly what I mean," he shot back, his frustration boiling over into anger. "You keep stringing me along, making me think that there's something between us when there's not."

His accusations cut deep, slicing through the fragile facade of your relationship and leaving you exposed and vulnerable. "That's not fair," you protested, your voice trembling. "I've never tried to lead you on, Theo. I care about you more than anything."

"Then why do you keep pushing me away? Why do you keep going from being all over me when we’re alone to introducing me as your ‘friend’" he countered, his voice rising with each word as he took a step closer to you, his eyes burning with intensity. "Why do you keep pretending like there's nothing between us when we both know that's not true?"

"I'm not pretending," you insisted, your voice cracking as you met his gaze head-on. "I'm just... scared."

Theo's expression softened slightly at your words, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "Scared of what?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost pleading.

"Scared of losing you," you admitted, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "Scared of ruining what we have because I'm too afraid to admit how much you mean to me."

Theo's anger seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own. "I'm scared too," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take your hand in his. "Scared of letting you go because I'm too afraid to admit that I love you."

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you and Theo stood there, locked in each other's gaze, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air between you. The tension that had once divided you now seemed to dissolve, leaving only the raw vulnerability of your shared emotions.

Without a word, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around Theo in a tight embrace. He responded eagerly, pulling you close as if he never wanted to let you go.

"I love you," you whispered against his chest, the words spilling forth from your heart without hesitation.

Theo pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that took your breath away. "I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and longing.

Without another word, Theo cupped your face gently in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. His thumbs brushed lightly against your cheeks, tracing the curve of your jawline as if committing every detail of your face to memory. You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hands against your skin.

Drawing you closer, Theo's arms enveloped you, pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in the space between you.

With a gentle tilt of his head, Theo closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions, all the longing, and all the unspoken words that had lingered between you.

As the kiss deepened, you melted into Theo's embrace, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go.

Lost in the sweetness of the moment, you felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time. Every brush of Theo's lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with an intensity you had never known.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you found yourselves lost in each other's gaze once more, jumping at the sound of a voice clearing behind you, bringing you back out of your stupor.

Turning around, you found your mother standing in the doorway, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she observed the scene before her, the tension that had filled the room moments ago now replaced with an air of affection.

"I've been wondering when you two would finally make it official," she teased, her voice filled with amusement.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you couldn't help but smile at her playful tone. "Alright, let me do this right this time," you said, gesturing to the boy beside you. "Mom, this is Theo. My boyfriend."

Your mother's smirk widened into a knowing grin as she glanced between you and Theo. "Well, it's about time," she chuckled. With a final wink in your direction, she turned and retreated from the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

You turned back to Theo, a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, was that better?" you joked, a hint of relief in your voice.

Theo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his hands found your waist again. "Perfect.” With a playful grin, he pulled you into another sweet kiss.

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CCG - LUCI’S 3RD BIRTHDAY

In honor of the great @blainesebastian ‘s birthday here’s a little instagram compilation I’ve conjured up for our adored CCG nation <3 Austin, CCG, and Luci we miss and love ya’ll forever and Mccall you are a brilliant mind whom I will adore until the end of time! Have the bestest birthday ever, you deserve nothing less!

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enews And the Best Dad Award goes to ….! In honor Austin Butler and Y/N’s little girl turning three today let’s take a look back at our favorite moments of Austin Butler being the best dad ❤️ link in bio for full video of second slide.

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austinfan18 video of luci running into austin’s arm after two weeks apart you will always be famous!

butlerishh him throwing her in the air LMAO LUCI WAS NOT HAVING FUN

ccgfan HA fr luci was looking at her mom to save her

iloveaustin Can we talk about how proud his mom would be about what a great parent he is?

sharonbleu Austin even has Salma Hayek up in the likes 😉

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coffee.girl Celebrating Luci day should be every day tbh. 🦖💕👁️🐠🪷🌸☃️🥞 @austinbutler and I can’t believe we created this wonderful being, she had to have come from a lab of perfection.

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ashleytisdale Luci told me she’s from Pluto and I believe her. It’s the only logical explanation.

austinbutler Nice use of all of Luci’s favorite emoji’s, she’s going to be so proud. ❤️

jillian.mua The best thing you and Austin ever did and will ever do is have sex three years ago to give the world the best human to walk the Earth

coffee.girl JILLIAN!

ashleybee I’m disgusted but I get what she means

austinbutler Babe close your comment section please

chrisevans Happy bday to the one who is gonna prove aliens exist!

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people Luci Butler turns three today so we must not forget to credit her mother (and best friend) in a world where it seems moms get no recognition for being superhuman.

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user12 imagine using a 3 year olds bday to make some political womens movement statement. mom’s get plenty of recognition.

butlerfamupdates I actually applaud People Magazine for this. All day magazine’s have posted Austin’s cutest moments with Luci and talked about what a wonderful Dad he is - which no one would ever doubt to think he is - but Luci’s mom is very much present as well and deserves love too. Luci loves both her parents. It’s normal for a kid to have favorites, it doesn’t make the other parent ‘bad.’

ccgfan Y/N and Luci sharing their love for open water together and creating sea shell necklaces i cry

ccgfan1 You just know she’s the most supportive and loving mother! Austin and Luci are so lucky to have her!

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ashleytisdale happy birthday to Jupiter’s bestest friend in the whole wide world! We are so lucky to have you in our life Luci ❤️🦖✨

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coffee.girl the cutest besties 👯 🤣

fan23 ashley and aus are bffs now their daughters are too 😭

austinluv STOP my heart can’t take it

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butlerfamupdates a cute little insight into Luci’s “THREE-REX” bday party! Posts and reposts from @austinbutler and @coffee.girl IG stories

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sugartreats Thank you for choosing us for her cakes and treats! The sweetest, most beautiful family 🙌🏼 #happybirthdayluci

fan34 so luc is like obsessed w dinos huh 🤔

fan33 austin literally calls her lil dino

fan45 u just know it was luci’s idea to put a tutu on the scary t rex LMAO

sugarcakes Oh it was! Her parents brought her in and Miss Luci was very specific with what she wanted haha

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jillian.mua Happy birthday cool girl 🥳 I love you

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austinbutler vibin’

ashleybee oh gosh i wanna kiss those cheeks

oliviadejonge i wanna be her when i grow up ✨🥳

coffee.girl @austinbutler trendsetter 😂❤️

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austinbnews via Austin’s IG story for Luci’s birthday! Happy birthday sweet Luci 🎂 ♥️

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austinfan23 she’s taking after her parents with her love of books 🥹

ccgfan yes Y/N and Austin built Luci her personal little library 😭

butlerupdates Austin taking a picture of Luci taking a picture of Y/N — ICONIC

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coffee.girl … and she’s out for the count

jillian.mua @coffee.girl she had a busy day bossing everyone around

ashleytisdale @austinbutler please tell me you at least wiped the cake frosting off her face

austinbutler @ashleytisdale I’m not dealing with that tantrum when she wakes up

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LMAOOOO MCCALL WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON THIS BEFORE YOU TEXTED ME TODAY ASKING ABOUT LUCI ?!???? OUR BRAINSSS INTERCONNECTED 🙌🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday mccall love you and your little universe and luci and ccg so much you’re awesome

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lady-raidia · 14 days

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You guys are crazy! 😭 My Gil-Galad story "Forest Heart" blew up the last few days and over 100 people interacted with that post! 😭Thank you so so so much, I can't believe the love you are giving my little story! 😭💕 I know that part 2 was long due, that's why as a little thank you, I finally managed to write the next part for Fores Heart. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕

@lucypaulette @elifereinion - you two left such nice comments, I hope you enjoy part two as well! 😭💕

You can find part one here: Forest Heart

WHISPERS OF A HEART 🌿

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Summary: Part II of "Forest Heart" - The celebrations are grand but your soul feels tired. When you wander under the moonlight, you get lost in the eyes of the king.

Warnings: None!

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Two days. Two days since your heart and soul stumbled upon the High King in the woods. And for two days you can’t get him out of your head. You still feel embarrassed by being so careless, but the fear that you might have insulted him by not addressing him properly vanished quickly. Yesterday and the day before, Elrond and you spent some time in the gardens, talking about dwarves, eagles and dragons. After he scolded you for ignoring his words. But while you talked and laughed about various stories you have heard, wandering around to enjoy the sunshine on your face, you could see the king from the distance. On both days he was trying to enjoy a walk but on both days different people gathered around him, asking questions, reporting problems or sharing information. You could see it in his face, his tired soul and shattered mind. But when his eyes met you from a distance, his whole being lit up. It was only for a moment but it electrified your whole body. And the past two days you both spend glancing at each other from far away, while the words you both want to say stay hidden.

But tonight, you have to focus on your friend. The celebrations are in honor of Galadriel and her troop and you have to give her the attention she deserves. The festivities are grand, the food is great and your feet already hurt from all the dancing. You start to feel exhausted by your surroundings, even though the celebrations are far from being over. You excuse yourself, telling your friends that you will be back, that you just need some time for yourself.

You leave the noise of the festivities behind you while you seek refuge in the gardens, breathing in the cool night air. These quiet moments are your home; stepping away from the crowdedness of Lindon, away from the conversations and laughter that feel too far removed from the peace you have known all your life. Tonight, though, the restlessness lingers.

You keep on walking, taking in the sight of the flowers bathing in the moonlight, the grass shimmering with dew. But your attention quickly moves elsewhere. Standing alone beneath a large tree, the moonlight casts a pale glow on his dark hair. It’s him. Gil-Galad. His back is facing you at first, but as you move closer, he turns around as if sensing your presence. Your eyes meet, just like all the times before. Except that there is no one else around—just him and you and the hidden words, that want to leave the darkness. There is a soft smile on his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Something about him feels distant, his mind occupied by thoughts far heavier than you can imagine.

“It is the second time that I have met you under the moonlight.”, he speaks while his eyes never leave yours. “It is peaceful under the moonlight, something we both seem to value.” You pause for a moment, trying to calm your heart which beats stronger and faster with every second. “Do you often seek silence away from others?”, you ask softly, even though you already know the answer. Gil-Galad’s smile deepens a little, though his gaze remains distant. “More often than I care to admit. The burden of a crown is heavy,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks toward the trees, the quiet peace of the garden offering no rest from the weight on his shoulders. “But between the trees and under the glimmering moon, I can forget it for a while.” With one hand he reaches out to touch the tree next to him, his touch is gentle, as if he is scared to break something sacred.

Without thinking, entranced by him, you step closer. Your mind does not fully understand why you feel the urge to be closer to him, but your heart already knows. It always knew that fate waited for you under the moonlight. “It is the heaviest of burdens, one that can not be shared. I am glad you can find peace in nature, the leaves may not understand the heavy task that was laid upon you but they can offer a welcoming retreat.” You step next to him, looking at the tree in front of you.

There is a pause, and when he finally shifts his head to look at you, his gaze is soft but searching, as if he is trying to find something within you … “You understand the need for peace.,” he says. “I have seen it in you. It is as though you carry a sense of peace within you that the rest of us have long lost.” His words pull at something inside you, a feeling you thought to have shaken off. “I don’t if it is peace … Perhaps a longing. A longing to belong somewhere. I believe to have found my place between flowers and trees, far away from everyone. But … I am not sure anymore if that truly is where I belong. Or if I belong at all.”, you admit, looking up to the sky before you turn your gaze to the king next to you. His eyes meet yours fully now, and for a moment, the vulnerability inside your soul is gone.

“You are not like anyone I have ever met,” he says quietly, the words almost slipping out before he can catch them. “There is something about you … something I can’t quite explain.” Your heart flutters at his confession, and you take another step closer, close enough to feel the warmth of his presence. “I don’t know what it is either,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “But I have felt it since I arrived.”

The air between the two of you is heavy with unspoken words, but both of your hearts feel a sense of lightness when you are around each other. But the tension grows stronger with desire as his gaze drops to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. His hand almost moves instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch makes you shiver and you soon realize that you are absolutely bewitched by him.

“You make it easy to forget,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a vulnerability you have never heard from him before. His fingers linger near your cheek, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cool night air. “When I am with you, it is as though the weight of the world disappears.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, all you can do is look at him. The moonlight reflects in his eyes and it is as if you are looking at Valinor itself. The soft glow, the promise of a new dawn, when you allow it – you feel something shift inside of you; a pull stronger than any duty or fear. Without thinking, your hand moves to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast beneath your fingertips.

“I don’t want to be someone who complicates things for you,” You speak with fear but in your chest, you can feel hope. Words don’t matter anymore.

His hand moves to cover yours, holding it gently against his chest. “It is already complicated.”, he admits, his voice low. “But for once, I don’t care.”

And before you can say anything more, he closes the little distance that was left between you, his lips finding yours. The kiss is as tender as the rising sun, as tender as the smell of dewy grass in the morning. The world seems to stop, time suffocates in the softness of this moment, and all you can feel is him – his warmth, his breath, the way his hands gently hold you as if afraid you might slip away.

The kiss is brief, but it leaves you both breathless, your heart racing as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze again. His eyes are filled with the same vulnerability, the same uncertainty that you feel deep in your chest. But there is also hope, a wish for a golden future.

“I shouldn’t –“ he begins, but the words die on his lips, as if even he doesn’t believe them anymore. You shake your head softly, your hand still resting on his chest. “Neither should I,” your voice is trembling slightly. “But maybe … maybe for once, we don’t have to think about what we should or shouldn’t do.”

For a long moment, he says nothing, his eyes searching yours, and then he pulls you close again, resting his forehead against yours. There, in the quietness of the garden, you both hold each other, whispering sweet promises of a new dawn. The moonlight had brought you together and even though the future is uncertain, your feelings are not. The burden of a king remains heavy, but his heart finally found peace in your soul.

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link7057 · 3 months

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SHARE YOUR HEADCANNONS ABOUT CHRISTINAAAAA 🫶🫶

First, I'm so sorry for the late answer months later 😭😭🙏 Please forgive me and second!! Actually I hadn't thought of many headcanons for her... yet... but she's one of my favorite characters so ofc I thought of some!! I might say silly ones or ones more about her personal life (and definitely not projecting some parts!) I love Christina Posabule 🙏♥️

Music wise I think Christina would like 60s music, rock, and/or synth-pop or idk genres are hard to actually get right nowadays. If it's specfic, "The Daughters of Eve" and Mitski would be part of her favorites fjjdbrbnd (then I think she'd like The Killers especially "When You Were Young" when she was in her teens :)) Speaking of Christina in her teens, she'd want to learn piano or some sort of instrument but her parents probably got annoyed by how much she played so she wouldn't have as many chances. She's definitely a bookworm or just loves reading and also writes in her freetime like little stories or poems. And when Block ended up staying with Orel's family, she was kind of the only one who missed him as her parents didn't really mind/express their emotions about it.

Andddd talking about her parents, they're both VERY controlling and kept watch on what she'd do, the polar opposite with Orel, which his parents didn't gaf where he was 💔💔 Especially Poppit, and I think with Christina's story it'd be a toxic mother-daughter relationship (mommy issues!) rather than her and her dad, and that Poppit rather likes taking charge but to be in "a woman's place" y'know sexism and even tells Art what to do but makes sure that he does what a "man has to." And she'd be veryyy persistent on Christina with how she presents herself and make sure that she was a nice church girl at all times. And Poppit would very much have breakdowns in front of her and vent to her about her own issues... yeah... And whenever Christina was getting yelled at or being told what to do the only thing she could do is not say anything back to not upset them. She was also grabbed a lot like by her wrists or something similar how they showed in the show. When she moved to Moralton, she was bummed out bc yeah she just moved to a new place where she knows no one. Then when she met Orel something about him intrigued her and she's like Oooh y'know what I like this place already... then BOOM! Having to move again :( Also I don't know if it's just me but she's probably homeschooled or she's just attending another school jfjfnntnf and about her past town she'd be doing so many shenanigans during the same time as Orel probably. Another silly thing she might be more confident than him like I think he'd be more shy when he got older fjjdjnfbfn

Also yes Christina was sadistic I had to say it bc... we remember Orel's masochist era... And same thing with her being emo/goth when Orel was and at least for a while when they were teens👍👍 It's canon bc I said so

About when she's an adult, once Orel and her got married and had their kids, she'd be really worried about repeating anything her own mother used to do to her (along with Orel who'd try to be the best dad to his kids and would ask Christina if he was doing a good job if he was too worried about becoming anything similar to Clay or just anything otherwise) and I'm not quite sure about if whether she kept contact with her parents but she probably would but obviously has a strained relationship with them along with Orel's parents... But she would give her own family all her love :D also she's definitely working in a type of job I forgot which one but something that helps people bc she's sweet like that <3 so yeah girlboss !!

I might've forgotten some things to mention or other things I had in mind for her but yeah!! Or it was badly/worded weird perdón. Thanks for reading 💕

#moral orel #moral orel fanart #christina posabule #my art #sorry if this isn't very accurate in case #I love christina posabule #I also decided to draw her as a teen last minute to combine it #I would write more but it needs more thought bc I focused on Orel way too long 😭😭#and I personally think Poppit would put a fake personality that she's super nice #but immediately judges everyone right afterward when they're out of earshot #and Christina would have to bear it through #no I don't have parent issues wdym???#also I wrote A LOT about Orel & Christina headcanons but I'm saving that for a separate post #focusing on them bc I love them <3 #orel puppington #???#does he count as a doodle #I keep staying up until 4-5 AM someone save me #ask #hola supongo que leiste todas las etiquetas 👋#“la niña fresa fr” mis letras no se ven bien #used Marn's brush once again 🙏#didn't mean for so many tags whoops

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cococharm · 2 months

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Hello, may I request something for DPR Ian where readers meet his friends?

I understand if you are busy or don't want to take this request 💕

Impressions

Pairing: DPR Ian x GN!reader Genre: Romance, Fluff Warnings: established relationships, Characters: Summary: Y/n meets Christian's friends for the first time. AN: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I decided to use their stage name instead of their real name, so people don't get confused.

I tugged nervously at the hem of my shirt as Christian led me into the dimly lit bar. The place had a intimate vibe, with warm lights casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and leather booths. I wasn't sure what to expect when he suggested a casual night out, but it wasn't this.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice low and soothing as he squeezed my hand.

"Yeah, just a little nervous," I admitted, giving him a small smile. "It's not every day I meet your friends."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we weaved through the crowd. "You'll be fine. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

As we walked out of the bar hand in hand, I felt a renewed sense of belonging. Christian had opened up another part of his world to me, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—right by his side.

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theinheriteddutchess · 2 months

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Dream of a Girl

Part 3

Chapter summary: you have your first date, and it is amazing, but things at work put a damper on your happiness.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: around 5000

Warnings: bullying, calling names for a bit (both others as reader, keeping it tame but it's there), shenanigans in public, lee being an eager man, meltdown\panic attack, neurodivergent reader, small town gossiping, minors DNI

Notes: thanks for anyone commenting and\or reblogging, it means so much to me and genuinely makes me happy!!💕 I love everything about this story, it's crazy. It just suits me.

Masterlist * Series masterlist

Part 1 * part 2

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Your mother knew you were going on a date. She looked at you with the expression she wore when she was worried and wanted to say something, but she kept quiet. She helped you with picking out an outfit. Did your hair the way you liked, and lent you her favorite necklace. It hung above your chest real pretty.

You were a bit of a mess the time before Lee came to pick you up. You paced back and forth in your room for an hour, murmuring the lines of your favorite book to help calm you. Nothing really worked. Your heart was beating firmly in your chest and your hands were shaking. You kept the door closed because you didn’t want your parents to come bother you. Or ask questions.

Your mother didn’t know it was the sheriff who came to pick you up. You weren't ready to share it with them. It was all very new. And this was the first date. He might realize he didn’t like you all that much, soon. No need to get your hopes up.

At one minute before 1pm you grabbed your bag and coat and greeted your parents. Walking down the path of your house you saw him driving up. As he slowed down you waited patiently until he stopped. He got out and smiled.

“I was going to come pick you up and escort you to the car.”

Oh. you bit your lip. “But then my parents would see you.”

He frowned. “Am I a dirty secret, sweetheart?”

You blinked rapidly. “No.”

“You don’t want them to see me with you?”

“I don’t want them to…” You hesitated, thinking. “It’s new, just us. I don’t know how it will be when they know.”

“You want to keep me for yourself for a bit, huh?” he grinned.

You nodded.

He hummed, pleased. “Well, can’ say I mind that. You wanna get in the car, sweetheart?”

You nodded and went to grab the door handle, but he walked around the car to open it for you.

You felt heat creep up your neck at the gesture. It was romantic. Like the movies you sometimes watched. But now you were the girl in the scene. You got in and he waited until you had gathered your skirt, before he closed the door and walked to the driver's seat.

“I think you look great, Sweetheart. You’re all dolled up prettily. Can’t believe you are letting me take you out.”

You ducked your head and hummed, biting your lip. You eyed him from the side of your eyes as he eyed you. He drove you towards your destination, and you spent the time in pleasant silence.

Sometimes you looked over at him and observed him. He had a bit of a double chin, but his lips were full and his eyes were the bluest of blue you had ever seen. He was handsome, and he acted with such confidence. He never seemed to be afraid. Came with the job perhaps. But he always seemed to know how to react or what to say. Sometimes he confused you, but often it felt nice to let him lead.

He picked the local ice cream shop, there was only one in town. He picked vanilla, and you picked chocolate. At some point as you were eating your treat, he leaned over and scooped up some of yours.

You blinked. That wasn't something you did. Neither did your parents after the tantrums you used to throw if someone unexpectedly grabbed something of yours. You blinked again and looked away, biting your lip so hard it hurt.

You shouldn’t get agitated. He was paying for this after all. But…he had just taken it. Without asking. If he had asked, you would have let him. It would be okay. But now he just did it. You weren’t even aware of the frown on your face until he said your name softly.

As you looked up he was staring at you. “You’re angry,” he stated.

“I…” you frowned harder. “You shouldn’t just take something without asking if it’s okay.”

He laughed. “You’re telling me off?”

You said nothing to that. You had been very clear, you thought.

“Alright, you don’t like that? When people take your things?”

“It’s polite to ask and see if someone says yes.” You said again. Had he never been taught this? “I don’t like it, no. It upsets me.”

He stared at you for a moment, contemplating and then shrugged. “Alright, i won't do it again. I promise. Next time I’ll ask.”

You nodded. And continued eating.

“You want to try mine?” he offered with a big grin.

You thought about it and watched his ice cream. “Yes.”

He pushed the bowl towards you and you scooped something up and tasted it. Sweet. Much sweeter than yours. You eyed him shortly.

“You want some of mine?”

“If I'm allowed.”

He was smiling, he was teasing, you realized. “Yes, I offered.”

He hummed as he scooped some of yours up, and he licked the spoon when he was finished, as your eyes followed his tongue glide over the metal.

You suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing his uniform today. He wore a white shirt with a blue jacket. He looked relaxed and he was wearing cologne. He smelled nice. Even if you liked his natural scent better.

“You look nice.” you blurted out.

He froze and stared at you. Then he swallowed and his voice cracked a little as he replied. “You think so?”

“Yes.” you nodded. I like the jacket.”

“I remember you like blue, so.”

You lowered your eyes again and nodded, a pleased smile appearing on your lips.

“Thank you for the compliment, sweetheart. That does a man well.”

You didn't know how to reply, so you kept quiet.

“You want to take a walk with me? The weather is nice, the park might be nice for a stroll.”

You nodded and he got up to pay.

As you walked past the trees, sunlight hitting your face pleasantly - it wasn't too warm, just right - he talked about himself. His job, a little bit about his family, the way he planned to renovate his house to make it more comfortable. You listened, humming or nodding your head as you went. And he asked you questions too. What things you liked, what you did when you weren't working, what book you were currently reading. You liked that question the most. It was easy talking about something you knew. Something you loved. He listened, apparently not getting bored, his eyes moving over your face like he wanted to catch every expression of it.

“I talk too much,” you suddenly stopped, ducking your head. You knew you had a tendency to go on and on when you liked something, and not everyone appreciated it.

“No, I love hearing what you think,” he replied, and your head shot up to face him. He was looking kind, wrinkles around his eyes as he somewhat smiled at you, and you shuddered a little with the pleasant thrill that went through you.

“I don't want to bother you.”

“You aren't. I asked you a question, didn't I? And I love how you light up talking about it. You're so pretty when you're happy.”

You ducked your head again, still not used to being compliments. “I'm not pretty,” you whispered.

His finger lifted your chin towards him. “And I'm telling you, you are. Prettiest in this whole town. Look at you, all dolled up, pretty as a peach. It's for me isn't it?”

The way his voice lowered at the last sentence sent heat through your body. You nodded, breathless.

“I know. You let me take you out, show you around, showing people you're with me. You have no idea what it does to me.”

“What it does to you? What- what does it do to you?” You stuttered, getting a bit dazed with how close he suddenly was, how good he smelled.

He stepped even closer and seemed to push you at the same time, until your back hit a tree, with him towing above you. His face looking down was greedy, he was biting his lip and licking it, and his mouth looked so red afterwards, you couldn't stop staring at it.

“Look at you, by my side like you're supposed to. I'm feeling real lucky, sweetheart. Having such a beautiful girl next to me, enjoying my company. Looking at me the way you do now. Makes me think all sorts of thoughts.”

“Good thoughts?” You whimpered. His smell had thickened and it was making your knees tremble.

“Thoughts I should not be saying in public,” he murmured. “I shouldn't even be speaking them to you. Real improper of me. Things you shouldn't be doing until you're married, things a good girl would have to wait for.”

You swallowed, it was getting real hot here, was the temperature rising? It should've been cooler under the tree, but you felt like sweat was beginning to pour down your neck.

“But you're such a good girl it makes me want to be a little naughty.”

“Naughty?” You eeked.

His finger trailed down your neck and you made a strange noise.

“We're in public.”

Yes, you were. It wasn't crowded, and the tree provided a little bit of shelter, but not much. If you were spotted it would be considered indecent. Yet you did nothing to stop him. It felt like your body was frozen. Completely focused on him. Nothing else seemed to matter.

“A kiss won't be too bad, would it? People kiss on dates. A tiny peck. You will be fine with it, won't you, sweetheart?”

You stared at his lips and breathed a “yes”, before he was already there. His tongue still tasting like vanilla.

One of his hands on your hips. Possessive. Like he was showing everyone you were good. You mewled. He pressed himself against you and his scent was all around you, numbing your senses and lightening them up at the same time. There was just him.

“Shh,” he whispered, as he continued to peck your lips and then your neck. “Gotta be quiet, we don't want anyone to spot us, do we? God, imagine if they find us here. You're all worked up. Smelling of me.” He groaned and pressed his pelvis further against you, your knees buckled.

“They will all know you're mine. No one would even look at you after, they would know. This is mine.”

His hand went under the skirt of your dress before you could comprehend it. His fingers brushed softly over your panties and you gasped. He shouldn't be doing this, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it. This was - improper, as he said - he was - you - in public! But his fingers softly stroked over you and you couldn't stop him. You felt so much, you felt everything. And his scent was so heavy you felt like you were floating.

He groaned and pressed his face in your neck, softly sucking on your gland and you broke. Shuddering in his arms, his fingers slowed their peace but he was still focused on that spot in your neck, you felt his teeth slightly.

It took ages to calm down, but when you did he looked flushed and eager down at you. Like he didn't want to ever look away.

“Look at you.”

You felt him against you. It was so different to you, you know this was what the books were talking about. He was.. aroused. His manhood pressed against you eagerly and he moved a little, like he wanted to be even nearer.

“I can't wait very long, sweetheart. I'm trying to be real nice here, give you a proper courting, but you're making it hard for me.” He chuckled. “Girl like you deserves better than a public claiming.” He sighed, disappointed, and pulled back. “Give me a minute, darling. I just need to calm down a little.”

Was he agitated? Calm down? He acted a little strange, looking at the distance and not you. Had you done anything wrong? Should you have pushed him back? You had not stopped him, maybe he was disappointed you were easy. Tears pricked in your eyes and you looked down. Suddenly the joy you felt turned into despair.

“Hey, no, no sweetheart, no. Come on, look at me. I'm not mad.” He was suddenly holding you, and softly brushing the hair out of the nape of your neck. “I'm not mad, I just… a man can't walk around showing his excitement to the rest of the world, okay? I needed to have a moment to be fit for public, that's all.”

He wasn't mad? You pressed your face into his chest, not caring if you'd smear your makeup into his clothes.

“You did so well. I'm so proud.” He murmured the words in your ears.

“Looking so beautiful, responding so well to me. How easily you - god help me, you're just making me hard again.”

You clung to him, like he was a lifeline you needed to breathe. He let you, and held you softly, rocking you back and forth, and it was comforting. Even if his…his thing pressed against you.

“Going to be the death of me, “ he said softly, groaning. “But I wouldn't want it to be anyone else.”

He saw you every day now. Picking you up from work. Taking you for a walk, or simply sitting in the car making out. You did that now! Making out. His hands couldn't help wandering, but he told you he tried to be decent. Tried to take his time. He gave you flowers. And candy. He complimented you every day how nice you looked.

He seemed pleased and happy. Different from the stern man you had seen him to be, patrolling through town, talking to people. He was lighter somehow. A power in his step as he walked towards you. You couldn't believe you were the reason for it, maybe you just never saw it before?

You smelled like him. You had to tell your parents there was someone. You liked him. They wanted to meet and you knew it was proper. You told him.

He groaned a little. “I know. I should officially meet them. It's only right. Do you think they'll accept me?”

You blinked. Why wouldn't they? And it's not like you had any other suitors lying in wait.

“I mean, I'm a little older than you. And not everyone is too fond of me.”

You thought of what words you wanted to use. “You don't want to meet them?” You sounded unsure. Suddenly filled with doubt. Maybe he wasn't prepared to move ahead with courting you. Maybe with the prospect of making this real, an official claim, he realized it wasn't what he wanted. Not wanted you.

“Hey, hey!” His fingers stroked your cheek, bringing your focus back on him. “Don't do that. Don't worry, it's not you. I'm just a little worried they will deny me.”

You eyed him, then nodded, and looked away. “I think they won't. They like you. They said you treated me fair, when I got into trouble? You weren't mean to me. You treated me right.”

“Only fair to, sweetheart, you didn't even know what you were doing, they had set you up. I could see that. I could tell you were a good girl then. And you listened to me, didn't you? Never got into trouble again.”

You nodded firmly. Yes, you had. Made very sure. Always followed the rules.

“Because you're my good girl, ‘ey? Listen so well to what I say. Always so good, so sweet.” He was putting on that voice again, like he was getting lost in his own thoughts, you had that as well, when you were daydreaming about the stories in your head and you lost sight of the real world. But when he did it, it often ended in kisses.

He was looking at you like you were a delicious meal and he was starving. Leaning over, he grabbed you and pressed his mouth against you, slipping his tongue in soon after. Making you feel all dazed again.

“Of course I'm going to meet your parents. I'm going to be on my best behavior. Show them we're a good match. That I'll treat you right. Might not be the best man, but I'll be the best husband for you.”

You didn't even have room to reply, his mouth kept covering yours, and his hands were soon brushing your chest in a way that entwined your scents so deliciously.

You came home too late that day, and your parents scolded you for the first time in years. Which made you feel terrible, but you also didn't know how to explain that you simply couldn't think straight around him. It was your fault, but it also wasn't, and you were afraid they wouldn't understand that even if you told them.

Another long day at work. But you had something to look forward to now. Lee would pick you up afterwards and bring you home. Maybe (definitely) there would be kissing. And maybe his hands would make you feel good again. You typed away, not really paying attention to the words, automatically making corrections and filing it away once you were done.

Soon you were going to ask your parents to invite Lee over to dinner, to meet them officially. You didn't know where it would lead, but he wanted to keep seeing you. So they had to know. It was proper. Your parents were supposed to say that you could keep seeing each other. You hoped they did. You thought they would. But perhaps you were wrong.

You bit your lip, suddenly freezing at the thought they might not approve.

There was a chance. He was a bit older than you. And there were those rumors about him. And you had been letting him get a little further than you should've.

You were lost in thought until you heard loud giggling nearby. Some of your co-workers took a short break, getting some water at the small kitchenette. You started typing again, hoping to pick up work again so you'd be finished on time.

They were whispering loud, however, it was distracting you. You frowned, but tried to not let it bother you. It was too nearby, and the giggling and hushed voices started getting louder and louder, until it felt like it was pounding in your head. You stared at your paper and involuntarily listened in.

“...no!”

“No, she did. She said it was the two of them.”

“He wouldn't. Not with her. She must've misunderstood.”

“They were walking together.”

“Maybe he was bringing her home. Bet she gets lost all the time. I'm telling you she's got a screw loose in that head of hers.”

“Pa always said there's something wrong with her, but no, Janey really did see them, kissing.”

A loud screech sounded, but Doris tried to shush it quickly, some people nearby were giving the three of them looks.

Dread started to come over you, you had a suspicion, but weren't sure, that you knew who they were talking about. Looking up, two of them had their backs turned at you, but the other was glancing over at you with a look like the cat got the cream. You hurriedly looked down at your work, but you couldn't focus at all anymore.

“Who would want to kiss her? Maybe he felt pity for her?

“Well, she's not ugly.”

“So what, who wants a faulty wife? Can you imagine her at his side? It would be shameful, surely he can do better.”

“He's getting older, he hasn't found his mate yet, maybe he's getting desperate. To settle for her, he must be. It's a shame, because he can find a lot more willing Omegas. He's the sheriff, he could have his pick. Can't believe he'd choose her.”

You stood up abruptly, the chair making a weird noise, dragging unwanted attention to you. You bit your lip as you walked away. Rushing to the bathroom, you got into a stall and locked it. Your thoughts were tumbling through each other. All those words they said, they were talking about you and Lee…there could be no one else.

Shameful, that's what they called it. It was shameful he had interest in you. And what had they said could be the reason? Settling. He was getting desperate. Like that could be the only reason he would want you.

They were right, he could pick anyone. So, why you? You tried really hard not to cry, but you were, you felt it. You sat on the seat of the toilet and rocked back and forth. You couldn't lose it. You were at work. You should hold it in after hours. But this was a lot to take in.

You liked Lee. He had been kind to you. But, you knew he could do better. A wife who could be seen with him, who he could be proud of. Who could look after him and organize dinner parties or talk to people. …Look them in the eyes. You tried. You tried really hard to, but you often forgot.

He couldn't show you off. Or praise you. What was there to praise? People would laugh at you. People would laugh at him.

They would think he chose wrong.

Your eyes shifted left to right, trying to find something safe to focus on. Your heart was racing, and you didn't know what to do to calm down. You wanted your mother. But how could you even reach her from here. Even if you walked to your desk and called her, you were at work! She couldn't help you here. She couldn't do anything to those…wenches! You knew they wanted to hurt you. But, they did. And you couldn't unhear what they said.

You thought long and hard. Lee was going to meet your parents soon. After that it would be official, it would be expected that he was serious about you. But he hadn't seemed too eager to meet them. Perhaps, he wasn't worried they would accept him, but he knew that it would set things in stone. Maybe he was hesitant, because he had never planned to make this step. He was looking for a wife, not a nutjob.

You were trembling now, pressing your fingers to each other, 1, 2, 3 , 4, start again. 1, 2, 3, 4. Over and over, breathing during it. You had to calm down. You had to get through the hours until you could go home.

Lee was going to pick you up. Your eyes shifted away from the door handle. You couldn't face him. You couldn't see the look on his face, knowing he would settle with you. He could have someone better.

The more you thought, the more you knew you were right. And though it pained you, it was only right. And the more you were convinced, the more you calmed down. You would be okay. You were okay all along. You didn't need much.

After you left the bathroom, you walked calmly to your desk. Trying really hard not to look at the three women who loved gossiping about you. Sitting down with your back straight, you picked up a new piece of paper and set to work. After a while, when you were sure the attention was away from you, you picked up the phone and dialed the number.

He picked up, his voice stern until he heard yours.

“You can't pick me up.” You blurted.

“Oh? Why not?” He sounded surprised.

“My mother wants to buy some fabric after work, so I can't.”

“You're going to doll yourself up for me again?” He joked, and you swallowed. No, not anymore.

“I will speak to you soon.” You told him.

He chuckled. “Alright sweetheart, I understand, you're still at work, right? Well, have fun with your momma, although I'll miss you.”

You hummed, not knowing what you could, or should, say. “Have a nice day Lee.”

You hung up. You knew you needed to face him, but not today. Not now you knew what you needed to do.

You finished your work, focusing on every letter, like each of them could pull you through. Until it was fine to leave. You grabbed your coat, feeling worn out and numb. Passing your co-workers without a word. Not that you normally said much to them, but you ignored any goodbye that was thrown your way.

You walked. Like you had always done. The fresh air on your cheeks, the familiar stone under your shoes. You expected to see his car any minute, but he was nowhere to be seen. He trusted you. But you had lied.

You bit your lip. You had lied. But you felt it necessary. Even if it was wrong. You knew you couldn't tell him over the phone, and you weren't ready to face him. It still made you feel bad.

You got home safely, earlier than you were lately. You were used to spending more time with Lee in the car, and now your walk took you home faster than the car would've. Your mother took one look at you and approached you.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head and burst out crying. She shushed you softly, planting a hand on your shoulder, and when you didn't shrug it away, embraced you with both hands. You pressed yourself against her and sobbed your heart out.

She let you. Didn't ask until you were ready. And once you pulled back, she waited.

“I can't see him anymore.”

She seemed worried. “Did he do something?”

You shook your head. "No. But we can't see each other anymore.”

“You don't like him anymore?” She was curious, but tried to hold herself back.

“We aren't compatible. It wouldn't work. It will be fine.” You suddenly sounded very emotionless. You didn't know how else to tell her. Even if you just broke down in front of her. “I thought…maybe, but it's not going to happen.”

“He said that to you?”

You shook your head. “I know. It's for the better. “

She nodded, didn't seem convinced, but what could she say? She didn't even know who you were talking about. Or what happened.

“Maybe you can work things out? Talk about it.” she suggested.

“Mom, it won't matter.”

“Oh. Okay.” She thought for a moment. It was clear she was distressed for you, but tried to keep it together as she rubbed your shoulder softly. “You want anything, perhaps a glass of lemonade and some cake? Freshly baked, you'll get an extra big piece.”

“Sure.” You could not resist having some comfort food. And there was no use denying yourself. You wanted to indulge yourself in the pleasantries you could have.

His car was here. You hesitated, your heart beating out of your chest with how anxious you were, but you needed to be honest. So you stepped in and watched him smile at you.

“Rough day?” he observed you.

“A bit.” You said quietly. You had practiced, but you didn't know how to bring it up, nor how he would react.

“I know how I can make you feel better,” he grinned, his scent thickening again.

You swallowed, you needed to tell him. Now.

“Lee.”

“What?” He frowned, “Something going on?”

“We need to stop seeing each other.”

His hands tightened on the wheel and he went silent real fast. Then, “Why.”

You swallowed. “We don't work out.” Which was the truth, right?

“I think we do. I thought you liked me.”

I do. “We are very different. You are busy with work, and so am I. I can't be what you need me to be. And I don't want to regret anything.”

His jaw ticked, you threw a glance at him but quickly kept looking away. You couldn't face him really. “Where is this coming from? Huh? You were all sweet on me, and now you want to break things off? What's going on?!”

He was aggitated and you ducked your head. You were breaking out in a sweat. You didn't like him angry with you. “I just need space.”

“Space?” His tongue rolled in his mouth and his eyes watched the road, his scent had a bitter taste that felt unpleasant in your nose. “You need space? From me.”

“It's all a little too much. And I don't think we've been thinking clearly.”

“So you've been thinking we need space. From each other? Did anyone say anything? Your parents? They don't approve?”

You shook your head, still looking at your lap. “They don't know. I haven't told them. It's me. I know we can't be together.”

“Bullshit!”

You jumped up at his tone and wanted to cry. He smelled awful right now, and he was really angry, and a part of you wanted to soothe him but how could you? You had to get through to him.

“Lee…”

“No! Don't you Lee me. Lee is for my girlfriend, if you're not my girlfriend, it's sheriff to you, missy.”

You gulped. “Sheriff,” you mumbled softly.

“You've been leading me on, is that it? Been laughing at me behind my back?”

“No. I wouldn't do that.”

“But you fooled me. Been acting like a good girl, and now you act like I ain't good enough. Thought you were better than that.”

A tear fell down and you wiped it angrily. He was fuming, you have never seen him so angry and you wished you could open the windows to get rid of the smell.

“I can walk.”

“Can't wait to be away from me, can you?” He growled. “No, I'm going to bring you home, because unlike you, I keep my promises.”

You started sobbing, this was terrible. You thought he would understand. Be relieved even. You set him free so he could find a good match. But you hurt his feelings, maybe his pride. And you didn't know how to make it better.

“I'm sorry.” You bit your lip so hard that you tasted blood.

His eyes shot towards you. “You're not, but don't worry, you will be.”

You swallowed, scared. He was the sheriff, he could hurt you.

“It's for the better,” you helplessly said.

“Shut up! I don't want to hear it.” He shouted and you froze.

Eyeing away from him, you looked out the window and didn't spoke another word.

When you arrived at your house, he leaned over you too open the door, his scent hurting in your nose.

“Get out.”

Trembling, you climbed out and he closed the door harshly. He left without another glance. You stood there for a while, staring where he had left out of sight, too afraid to move, until your mother found you and guided you back in. Stroking your hair like you were a little kid, and humming a familiar song to try and ease up your nerves.

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hi, nikki :) congrats on 2k, my love 💕you deserve it and more! i’m just sending in a lil something for the milestone event: (i bet you look good on the dancefloor) by arctic monkeys — fluff/smut for reiner braun! thank you so much in advance, lovely! 🎀

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.7k

cw: modern-day au, college au, drinking (everyone is 21+), fluff, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Summary: You, a college senior who’s lived a mostly vanilla lifestyle the past four years, meet the alluring and mysterious Reiner at your friend’s birthday party. He’s different from you in many ways, but something about him captivates you like no other. When he invites you to an underground concert, you take a chance with him, craving for a taste of something different.

Author’s Notes: @pinkmirth Mira, my love! Thank you for participating in the y2k karaoke party! I appreciate you so so much and I hope I did your hubby justice with this one! I went a little over the word count that I originally thought I would, but I just couldn’t help it! I got too caught up in the setup, LOL, sorry! Special shoutout to @mobolanz for always posting amazing Reiner content that kept me motivated to finish this hehe.

Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (although I’m fairly certain it’s from the manhwa 19 Days).

It’s Annie’s 22nd birthday today; instead of going out to a club or bar, she decides she’d rather have a kickback with her closest friends, eating pizza and drinking cheap alcohol. Armin and Eren offer to host at their place, which is a twenty-minute walk from the university. As an RA for one of the freshman dorms on campus, it’s nice to get out every once in a while in the city that you so rarely have a chance to explore, even if it is just at someone else’s house. When you arrive, you recognize all of the people already there, other students you either personally know or have seen in passing. You greet Annie with a hug, handing her a small gift bag with a bottle of her favorite liquor. “Thank you!” she exclaims. “I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Me too! Though, I’ve got my work phone on me in case there are any emergencies,” you reply, pointing to the crossbody bag hanging on your shoulder.

“Always so responsible. Such a good girl,” she teases, pinching your cheek.

In your four years as a college student, you haven’t done anything outside of your comfort zone. You waited until you were officially legal to drink, and even now, you barely do it. Studies and extracurriculars always took priority over your social life, and while you have a solid group of friends, you haven’t done anything remotely wild. It’s not because you don’t have the desire to, there’s just never been a good opportunity.

You spend the next half hour chatting with a few of the partygoers, sharing stories on certain professors, gossiping about other students, all while nursing a White Claw, sipping it slowly. It seems all of Annie’s friends are already here, so you don’t except anyone else to arrive. So, it surprises you when there’s a loud pounding on the door. Everyone glances towards it, curious at who it is. Annie answers, revealing two well-built men. One of them is incredibly tall that he has to duck down to enter through the doorway. The other is slightly shorter, though still impressive, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He has short blond hair, a trimmed goatee, sharp jawline, and an intimidating gaze. Something about his appearance is striking, and you’re immediately intrigued.

You watch as they embrace the birthday girl, who punches them playfully in the shoulders. “Long time, no see, punks.”

“Sorry, Annie,” the taller one apologizes. “Classes have been a colossal pain lately.”

“And I’ve been busy at the shop,” the other adds. His voice is exactly what you imagine it would be like: gruff, husky. Sexy. Your interest piques even more, and you can’t remember the last time you felt this way about anyone, especially a complete stranger. When he removes his black leather jacket, your eyes widen at the reveal of his biceps, toned and sculpted like a marble statue. He’s wearing a fitted white tank with dark jeans, a chain hanging on the loop of his waistband with a small set of keys dangling. As if he couldn’t get any more attractive, here he is, flaunting his ripped body. You continue to watch him as he hangs his jacket on the coat rack by the door, inspecting the room while talking to Annie. “So, are these all college friends of yours?”

“Yup. You’re the only delinquents here,” she jokes, passing each of them a beer.

“Shut up,” he laughs, twisting the cap off to take a swig. “Whose house is this anyways?”

She points to Armin and Eren, who sit on the couch, talking animatedly. “It’s theirs. They were nice enough to offer.”

“Cool. I guess I should go mingle, then. Unless you think these people will be scared of me.”

“Some of them could use some scaring, if you know what I mean,” she replies with a smirk.

The two strangers make their way towards the hosts, shaking their hands to introduce themselves. You take this chance to approach your friend in the kitchen. “Annie, how do you know them?”

“Bertolt and Reiner? Oh, they’re childhood friends of mine. We all grew up together in Marley.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Cool.”

She raises a brow at you. “Why? Are you interested?”

“No! I was just curious! I’ve never seen them around before.” Your voice is squeaky, and you’ve clearly given yourself away.

She snickers, nudging you in the arm. “I can introduce you if you want. They’re a lot nicer than they look.”

“No, I wouldn’t want to bother them – ”

“Reiner!” Annie calls out to the blond, and heat instantly surrounds your face. Too late to turn back, you stand up straight, watching the attractive man return to the kitchen, finished with his beer. “What’s up?”

“I want you to meet my friend.” Annie beckons you forward, stating your name. You smile at him, holding your arm out.

He flashes a charming grin at you, enough to send a flutter in your belly. “I’m Reiner. Nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand, gripping you firmly.

“I’m going to go socialize. You two get along, okay?” Annie departs quickly, leaving you and Reiner to get acquainted.

“I heard that you’ve known Annie since she was a kid,” you start, attempting small talk. “What was she like back then?”

He leans on the refrigerator door, folding his arms across his chest, displaying his large chest. “She was a little shit, just like she is now,” he laughs. “She’s probably tamer since college though. We used to get into a bunch of fights together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She can really kick some ass if she wanted to.” He licks his lips before asking, “How do you know her?”

You try not to get distracted by the dirty thoughts swimming in your head right now, more and more attracted to him by the second. “We met in a class back in sophomore year, and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s really fun to be around.”

“And how about you?” His eyes bore into yours, and there’s an intensity in his gaze that you’re drawn by. “Are you fun to be around?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Probably not. I’m pretty vanilla.”

“Vanilla is good.”

“Vanilla is safe,” you argue.

“It’s also sweet, creamy, and delicious.”

You giggle, already so smitten by him. “Are you telling me that I’m sweet, creamy, and delicious?”

“I guess I’ll have to find that out myself.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks to you, and this could be wishful thinking, but a spark ignites between you. For the first time in your uneventful college life, you’re flirting with the outsides of your comfort zone, slowly gravitating towards this mysterious and alluring stranger. And it’s exciting.

You continue your conversation, exchanging little flirtations here and there, learning more about him. The friend he arrived with, Bertolt, currently goes to school in Marley, where they both live. Reiner is a mechanic at a car shop in his hometown of Liberio. He’s never attended college and doesn’t plan to, already set to inherit the shop when the owner retires. On the weekends, he enjoys riding his motorbike around town and going out to underground concerts. You reveal to him how different your weekends are compared to his, considering you usually stay in.

“Have you ever been to an underground concert?” The two of you have moved into Annie’s room now, where it’s quieter and away from the rest of the party. It was your idea; you weren’t thinking about how it would look, asking him to move into a more intimate setting. He keeps a safe distance from you at the edge of the bed, the door ajar so that you can barely hear the chatter outside.

“No, never,” you reply. “I used to listen to some alternative rock back in the day.”

“Really?” He seems surprised as he takes a sip out of his water cup. “Who?”

You hum, trying to remember. You name a few, then end with, “Oh! And the Arctic Monkeys!”

When he starts singing the chorus to one of their songs, your face lights up, recognizing the familiar tune. “Yes! I love that one!” you beam, nodding along with him.

There’s that endearing twinkle again, scooting closer to you. “You’re so cute.”

His comment catches you off guard, and just when you thought you were keeping your cool, your whole body starts to heat up, completely flustered at the sudden compliment. “What?”

“I said you’re so cute,” he repeats, unfazed. As if he didn’t just rock your world.

You swallow loudly. “Thank you. You’re really…handsome.”

He bursts out laughing, maintaining his gaze on you. “Handsome. The last time I heard that was from my mom when I was a kid.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to say?!”

“Hey, I’ll take it. I’m more than happy with that.” He leans forward and you’re gravitating towards him, gradually closing the gap between you. You’re inches from his face, so close to kissing, when your phone rings loudly in your purse on the nightstand. It startles the both of you, taking you a second to realize that it’s your work phone, indicating some sort of RA emergency.

One of your residents is begging to be let in after losing their keys somewhere. You tell them you’re on your way, giving Reiner a guilty glance. When you’re finished with the call, you explain the situation. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers, standing up.

“I drove here, so I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Then I’ll walk you to your car.” You don’t have the heart to reject him once more, so you agree, delivering quick goodbyes to your friends and to Annie, who eyes you curiously as Reiner follows you out. He walks beside you with his hands in his pockets, not speaking. When you’re at the door, he utters your name. “I’d really like to see you again.” He looks nervous, all the confidence he exuded earlier reduced into a shy expression.

You smile at him, chest swelling. “I’d really like to see you too.”

“Next weekend, there’s a concert I think you’d enjoy. It’s in Marley, but I can totally come here to pick you up and – ”

Before he starts rambling, you interrupt him politely. “I don’t mind driving to you. It’s not that far.” You give him your phone; he enters his number as a new contact. You give him a quick call so that he has yours. It’s like you’re teenagers, awkwardly exchanging info, all giddy and timid. “Text me the details, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” He waits until you’re in the car, waving at you one last time before he shuts the door carefully. You glance at him through the rear-view mirror, grinning as he watches you drive off, already wishing it was next weekend.

~~~

Saturday finally arrives, the day you’ve been eagerly anticipating since the night you met Reiner. It’s unusual for you to be so enamored with someone you’ve only known for a week, worst of all, met once. You’ve been messaging non-stop since, even upgraded to a phone call last night that almost went until morning. And now, you’re pulling into a guest parking spot outside his apartment complex with an overnight bag hidden away in your trunk, just in case.

You head up a flight of stairs, searching for his number on the row of doors until you find the correct one, knocking twice, heartbeat already quickening. He answers promptly, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt that accentuates his ripped build. You swallow the saliva gathering in your mouth to greet him casually, hoping he doesn’t notice you practically drooling for him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he mimics, smiling at you. “You ready to go?”

You nod, surprised when he dangles two helmets, presenting one of them to you. “Are we taking your bike?”

“Yeah. That’s the only way I get around. Is that okay with you?”

You hesitate before responding, “Sure.”

He gives you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

You learn soon enough that Reiner is a man of his word. With your arms around his waist, latched firmly to his abs, all you feel is exhilaration. He cruises through the streets of Marley, the night sky illuminated by the blur of city lights as you pass through downtown. The two of you don’t speak, the whoosh of wind rushing past your ears too deafening to hear anything but that and the engine. When he’s at a stop, he turns around to check on you, giving you a thumbs up, which you return enthusiastically. It also helps that he smells amazing: the subtle cologne on his clothes, the clean scent of his skin. Everything about him is attractive, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more than you already were.

He parks his bike in an alley next to a venue with a big marquee, spelling the name “Lakua”. Below it shows that a band called “The Warriors” are playing tonight. You hop off first, unbuckling your helmet and passing it to him. He knocks a specific rhythm on a nearby door, and suddenly, a girl with wavy, black hair answers, grabbing them from his hands. “Thanks Pieck,” he says.

“Sure. Who’s you’re friend?” She examines you, smiling.

He states your name, adding, “I met her at Annie’s party last week.”

“I see,” she muses. “Well, have fun tonight.” With that, she winks at you, then shuts the door.

“We can go through the front,” he tells you, leading the way out of the alley and underneath the bright sign you saw earlier. There’s a bearded bouncer with wire-rimmed glasses at the front who acknowledges Reiner with a nod. “Evening, Reiner. IDs please.”

As you retrieve your licenses, Reiner slips him a wad of cash for admittance. “Hey Zeke. Did you hear them warm up?”

“Yep.” He juts his chin towards you. “Porco and Marcel are in top form tonight. Your pretty friend here is in for a real treat.”

“Great, we’re going in now,” Reiner responds quickly, wrapping his arm around you to steer you through the door. There’s a bar on one side, stocked with the typical shelves of liquor and four bartenders serving those that crowd around them. On the opposite end is a stage, set up with instruments, speakers, and lights. There’s a horde gathered near the front, waiting for the main act to start.

Reiner’s breath is warm on your ear when he says, “Follow me.” He holds your hand delicately, expertly maneuvering through the throng of concertgoers. He leads you past a curtained door towards the back, towards a closed room, knocking the same rhythm from earlier. It’s Pieck who answers, opening the door to usher you inside. “Hello again.”

On the couch are two men who resemble each other. Another with light brown hair stands in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. When you and Reiner enter, they all look, happily yelling, “Reiner!”

He introduces you to the brothers, Porco and Marcel, the two who are seated. They both play guitar and do vocals, Porco being the lead. Colt, who gives you a friendly wave, is their drummer. Pieck, the bassist, formally introduces herself. Together, they are The Warriors.

“We mostly do covers,” Marcel explains. “But we have some stuff in the works.”

“We tried to get Reiner to join, but he’s as tone-deaf as they come,” Porco teases, poking him in the arm.

Reiner chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true. I’m pretty awful.”

“But he’s really good at other things. I’m sure you know that already,” Marcel comments, smirking.

Pieck shoves the guitarist’s arm. “Don’t be gross.” She redirects her attention to you. “Anyways, I hope you enjoy the show. Reiner’s been bugging us all week with requests. I have a hunch that you have something to do with it.”

You smile at him, noticing a faint blush on his cheeks. “Requests?”

“You’ll see,” he replies, grinning.

When it’s time for the band to perform, you make your way back to the dancefloor, more packed than it was when you first arrived. You manage to squeeze your way towards the front, Reiner huddled close behind you. Normally, you’d be claustrophobic, surrounded by all these hot, sweaty strangers. Reiner places his hands on your shoulders, leaning in to say, “I’m right here, okay? It might get a little rowdy, so if you want to leave, just tell me.”

You crane your neck to face him; he’s extremely close to you, enough that your noses are almost touching. It’s tempting to shift just the slightest bit forward and kiss him, but you resist the urge, already thrilled to be with him like this.

The crowd hollers as The Warriors strut across the stage, waving. At the mic, Porco yells, “Y’all ready to have fun tonight?!”

Louder applause erupts, and once Marcel starts a familiar guitar riff, it’s chaos in the best way possible. Soon, the bassline hits, then the drums, and your entire body thumps with each beat. It’s a song you recognize, and you’re impressed at how accurate they sound to the original while maintaining their own unique style. Marcel harmonizes perfectly with his brother, and together, their charisma on stage hypes everyone up. You bop your head to the melody, grinning ear-to-ear at how fun this is, the energy that surrounds you contagious. Reiner sways with you, grazing your back. You reach for his hand, brushing it with yours, turning to face him. “They’re so good!” you yell.

The two of you continue to enjoy the concert, dancing in whichever way the rest of the crowd is moving. You notice halfway through the setlist that many of the songs they’re playing are from artists you listed for him the night you met. The realization really hits you when the iconic intro from the Arctic Monkeys song Reiner hummed for you starts, and you turn completely around with the biggest smile on your face. He beams at you, equally as thrilled, dancing erratically with your fingers entwined together, mouthing the lyrics at each other, completely in sync.

~~~

It's past midnight by the time you make it back to Reiner’s place. Your skin is sticky from sweat, eardrums heavy from the concert, and you really don’t want to go home. You’re unsure if Reiner feels the same way until he unlocks his front door, suggesting, “Do you want to sleep over?” He asks it casually, though there is a hint of hesitation.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I have enough stuff you can use. You can borrow my clothes.”

You’re completely aware of the bag tucked away in your car right now, but the idea of wearing his clothes is too enticing, so you don’t mention it.

While you shower in his bathroom, your curiosity gets the best of you. You inspect all the products he uses, sniffing the pleasant scent before lathering it on yourself, satisfied with smelling exactly like him. You brush your teeth in front of the foggy mirror, wrapped in a towel, wondering how tonight is going to end. Should you make the first move? Should you make any move at all? Even with the vibes totally there, you’re still uncertain if he reciprocates your feelings. There’s this titillating tension hanging in the air, but you’re too nervous to cut it, afraid of rejection, of misunderstanding. Maybe this is the furthest the two of you will go, so you take advantage of this moment, hugging yourself in his t-shirt and boxers he lent you, inhaling his essence until it’s ingrained in your memory.

After you’re done, you walk out of the bathroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, his eyes widen, scanning you up and down. “Wow.” It escapes out of his mouth abruptly, and he stammers, “Um, sorry. I’m…I’m going to shower now.” He gets up, avoiding your gaze, locking himself inside.

Maybe this isn’t the furthest the two of you will go.

~~~

You sit up in the bed, resting against the headboard, waiting for him. After a few minutes, he walks out, waist wrapped in a towel, chest bared and dewy with water. He glances at you, looking away to search his drawer for a new shirt. The tension is palpable, even more so now than ever before.

You clear your throat, wanting to break this unbearable silence. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course,” he mumbles, sliding a shirt over his head. He bends down to retrieve a pair of boxers on the lower shelf, slipping it underneath his towel. Dressed, he returns to the bathroom to hang his towel on the rack. You watch him carefully, so many thoughts racing in your head, the words on the tip of your tongue. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” he murmurs, heading towards the door.

“Reiner, wait.”

He faces you, eager. “Yes?”

“Sleep here with me.” You pat the space next to you. “Don’t make me lonely tonight.”

He swallows thickly, taking long strides to get to you quick, crawling beside you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Absolutely sure.”

Fingers laced around the nape of his neck, you pull him in for a kiss, his plush lips surrounding yours seamlessly. He kisses you with fervor, slipping into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours. You yank on his collar, stretching the fabric, imploring him to strip his top off, which his does in a fluid motion. Caged between his biceps, you lay beneath him, caressing his face while you smother him in your kisses. When you break free to catch your breath, he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering, “I’ve been waiting all night to do this. All week, actually.”

“Yeah?” you coo, trailing down his neck, flushed with excitement. “So have I.”

“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he huffs, hooking the elastic of your boxers with his finger. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?”

You shake your head, and he smirks, sliding down the bed to position himself between your legs, tugging at your bottoms. You lift your hips up, wriggling out as he removes them off you, tossing it behind him. He stares at your pussy, throbbing and aching for his touch. Grabbing you behind the knees, he spreads you open, exposing your cunt. He doesn’t dawdle any longer, diving in to spread his tongue on your clit. You throw your head back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling, vision blurry from pleasure as he eats you out, determined to have his thirst quenched. He swallows every ounce of you, running his tongue along your slit and flicking it on your bud. And when your orgasm is so close to the peak, he puckers around you, sucking on your clit until it’s raw and swollen. You climax, squirming and whining, clenching the bedsheets, twisting it in your fists.

“Fuck,” he muffles, lapping at your cum as it spills out of your cunt. “Getting so messy for me.” His finger teases your entrance while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. “Can you give me one more?” he coos, peering up at you with adoration, placing a wet smooch on the inside of your thigh. “Pretty please, sweetheart?”

You have no choice but to oblige, sinking into the cushions once more, twitching with ecstasy as he strokes your pussy with your clit in his mouth. There’s nothing on your brain except for Reiner and all the different positions he can fuck you in. You come a second time with two of his digits inside you, pussy covered in spit and arousal. He chuckles, scattering kisses along your body until he’s face-to-face with you, rubbing his nose to yours affectionately. His stiff cock protrudes from his boxers, and you reach down to palm it, kissing his lips, glossy with your slick.

He moans, rutting into your hand. “You’re a fucking dream, you know that?”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

He stretches his arm towards the nightstand, searching the top drawer to retrieve condoms and a bottle of lube. “Think you can take me?” he smirks, shoving his underwear down his legs, erection sprung against his chiseled abs. He’s bigger than you fantasized; your pussy throbs, yearning to be filled by his impressive cock. You nod dumbly, salivating for him. He scoots closer, removing his boxers, stroking himself rapidly, licking his lips. “I knew you would taste good. Sweet, creamy. Delicious.”

You giggle, remembering what he said to you a week ago. Spreading your thighs open, you caress your clit between your fingers, watching him pump his cock in his fist. “Fuck,” you moan, growing impatient. “Fuck me, Reiner. Hurry.”

Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom on his cock, coating it with a generous amount of lube. “Okay, beautiful. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give it to you so good.” He guides himself inside you, stretching your pussy until he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he drawls, nestling in comfortably. “So fucking hot.”

You drape your arms over his shoulders, holding him limply, already spent from your previous orgasms, still so horny for him. He fucks you, legs coiled around his torso, gripping your waist, dragging your body towards him with each thrust. Saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth, eyes half-closed in a dumb expression, blissfully fucked. He takes pleasure in seeing you unravel like this, clutching you tighter, increasing the pace. “Oh fuck, you’re amazing.” He holds you close, bucking his hips frantically, staring wildly at you beneath him. “I knew it the moment we met, then tonight at the concert. Knew you were special.”

You whimper his name, squeezing him tighter. “Reiner, right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he purrs, circling your clit with his thumb. “Then come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love it.” He presses his groin to your pussy, burying himself deep inside you, ceasing his thrusts to focus on your approaching orgasm. Frothy spit drips from his mouth directly onto your bud, smearing it with his fingers. You convulse around him, ecstasy coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve all the way down to your toes. His name pours out of you in moans, skin sweltering against the sheets, dewy with sweat. You’re a sticky mess for him, overstimulated from your three consecutive orgasms. And yet, you’re desperate for more.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, reaching out to him weakly. “You’re amazing, Reiner.”

He takes your hand, holding it to his lips, kissing your fingertips lightly. “You take it so good. My beautiful, gorgeous girl.”

You orgasm twice more in this position until he’s nearing his own. His jaw is clenched, brows furrowed tight, ready to lose it. “Tell me where you want it.”

You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “On me. Come on me, Rei. All over my clit and pussy.”

He groans, pulling out quickly to snap the condom off, pumping his cock in his fist. Within seconds, he’s nutting on you, shooting his seed onto your bud, watching it trickle down to your sopping cunt. “Fuck,” he moans, dick rigid in his grasp. He taps the tip on your drenched clit, relishing the lewd squelch it makes. “So fucking creamy for me.” There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, fixated on how his cum glazes your loins, and excitement bubbles in your core again, realizing that he has no intention of ending it here.

“Like what you see?” you goad him, dipping your fingers in his mess, stuffing it into your cunt. “I told you not to stop, didn’t I? So what are you waiting for?”

He leans over you, kissing you passionately, grinding his dick between your pussy lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

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