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puck-luck · 4 months ago

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play house with me | alex lyon

warnings: breeding kink HEAVYYYYY, use of mommy/mama/daddy but it’s very brief and not always related to the sex, obvious creampie???, childhood best friends to lovers &&& co-parents LOVE, mentions of breastmilk during the fucking (alex will totally want to try said breastmilk when it comes in), dirty talk pairing: alex lyon x fem!reader request: yes (alex lyon gets reader pregnant woohoooooo) wc: 2940

Everyone has made a deal like this before– especially those with guy best friends, like you. It didn’t help that you had had an on-again, off-again crush on Alex since you both were teenagers and he had grown into his looks. You had known him for practically your whole life and Alex was the picture-perfect boy next door with his dark curls and goofy personality, so it was a no-brainer when Alex proposed a pact.

You were both eighteen at the time, ready to go your separate ways for college. It was late, a warm and humid summer night, and you and Alex has just gone for ice cream. You were picking at your cup of ice cream with your spoon, watching it melt in the rapid summer heat. It was then that Alex said, “You know, if we’re thirty and neither of us are with someone else, we should have a kid.”

It was no secret that you wanted to have kids, nor a secret that Alex wanted to have kids, so the deal was a no-brainer. You said yes, not thinking much of it because… why wouldn’t you be with someone by age thirty?

Well, it’s funny. Yesterday was your thirtieth birthday, and here you are: single. Frustrated and annoyed can also describe your current state.

Alex had texted you the day before to wish you a happy birthday, promising to see you when he came back into town today. He should be on the way to your apartment right now and all you can think about is the deal you made twelve years prior.

You had no doubt about it– you wanted to have a baby and you wanted to do it with Alex. You just had to broach the subject, but you were torn about how to bring up the deal without sounding desperate or weird. There was a chance Alex wouldn’t even remember your deal, even though he was the one who thought of it in the first place.

When he arrives and knocks on your front door, you let him in with an awkward hug hello. It’s only awkward because you know that you’re about to ask him something that will change your friendship and relationship forever. Alex, always able to read you like an open book, notices that you’re acting weird immediately and calls you out on it.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow at you with a bemused smile. “Are you alright?”

You groan, rolling your head back. “How do you always know?”

Alex’s smile turns into a proud smirk. “Because I know you. What are you thinking about?”

“Just some stuff about you and turning thirty,” you reply, ready to explain yourself further.

Alex interrupts. “Thinking about our baby pact?”

You balk at him, shocked. “How did you know?”

“Again– because I know you.” Alex repeats. His gaze takes in your features, admiring you. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “Plus, it’s part of the reason why I wanted to see you today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, a little laugh tinging your words. “You wanted to come over so we could discuss babies?”

“Isn’t that why you agreed to have me over?” Alex answers with his own question, smug because he knows he’s right. “So that we could even go a little further, since you’re thirty now, and our pact has to come to fruition?”

You blush, biting your lower lip and rolling your eyes. You’re pretending to be annoyed, but you’re really just fond. Alex does know you best, can practically read your mind and provide you with anything you want before you realize you want it. Before now, that mostly related to when you could go and get food together– he always knew exactly what you were craving, always taking you to the right restaurant that would hit the spot and satisfy you indefinitely.

Now, it’s a much bigger decision, one that will change your lives forever, but Alex is completely on board. So are you.

Once again, it’s a no-brainer.

“I wouldn’t complain,” you tease, purposefully coy.

“Good.” Alex sweeps you off your feet, carrying you over one shoulder. “We can talk about everything later. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for years.”

He says it casually, like that’s not the most Earth-shattering revelation you’ve ever heard. You and Alex had always toed the line of flirtation and all of your friends swore that you were meant to be, but things had never gone this far. You and Alex had never kissed, save for one accidental peck when you turned your cheek in surprise and caught his lips, the ones intending to meet your skin in a sweet greeting. It had caused a laugh, but it was the closest to romance that you and Alex had ever physically experienced.

Now, he’s tossing you on your bed and climbing above you like this is an everyday occurrence.

“Alex,” you say, putting a hand on his chest to stop his movements. “Are you really, really sure about this? It’s a big decision.”

“I’ve wanted to have a baby with you since I was five years old and you made me be the daddy when we played house,” Alex replies, leaning down to capture your earlobe between his teeth. “You were the mommy to our little baby doll and the idea never left my mind. Now we’re thirty, single, and I think we should make my dream a reality. I’m all in, Y/N.”

A breath of relief leaves your lungs at his reassurance. He mouths along your jaw, coming to hover with his lips just out of reach of your own. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move.

Alex looks up from your lips, finding your eyes. “Are you really, really sure about this?” He parrots back, lips twisting up at the edges. “You’re the one who’s going to be tasked with carrying our baby.”

You make a soft noise of assent, the breathy moan pulled from your stomach like a gut-punch.

Alex chuckles. “You like that, huh?” He brushes a kiss against the left corner of your mouth, then the right. “You’re going to look so pretty all swollen and full of me. I want it so bad, Y/N. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I might have to keep you pregnant all the time– you’re going to glow, darling.”

Moaning again, you bring your hands up to his face and pull him into you, crashing your lips against his. Eager and desperate, you kiss him until you’re breathless and your cheeks have gone hot. As far as first kisses go, this is your favorite one you’ve ever had. Alex is confident and just as eager as you are, his tongue filling your mouth and tasting you like he could devour you. Inadvertently, you find yourself wondering how his tongue would feel against your clit and your entrance, but that can wait for another time.

Another time, because this will certainly be happening again. It’s the easiest decision you could ever make, seeking out Alex again. You’re comfortable with him, you’re happy when he’s around, and you love him deeply. You know him and he knows you. Your friends were right all along– you two are meant to be.

“Do you want it? I need you to tell me,” Alex implores between kisses, allowing his hands to roam over your body.

It’s distracting and it takes a moment for his words to click, especially when his hands find their way under your shirt and start to pet over the skin under which your ribs reside.

“I want it,” you cry when Alex’s fingertips graze your underboob. You whine when his fingers withdraw from your middle, but Alex soothes you with a whispered coo and a soft kiss to your lips.

He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra underneath him. He grabs his own shirt by the back collar, pulling it over his head and revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. You drink him in, running your hands all over his warm body and feeling the ridges of the muscles he’s worked so hard to build and maintain over the years.

He brings a hand to your chest, cupping the swell of your breast and fishing your boob out of the article of clothing, pinching your nipple. After one final kiss, Alex brings his lips down and replaces his fingers with his teeth, nibbling at the peak of your breast before sucking.

You arch your back, your hand fisting his curls again. You moan out a wanton sound and you can feel Alex’s lips curve into a smile against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, kissing over your sternum and up your neck.

“So pretty, mama,” Alex mumbles against your skin, lips warm and scarring. You wish you could tattoo the path he takes along your chest, physically marking your body permanently so you never forget this. “Let’s make a baby, hm? Give me a real reason to use that name?”

“Give me a baby,” you agree, tousling his curls. “I wanna make you a daddy, Alex.”

Alex groans against your skin, popping the button on your jeans and drawing the zipper down. His mouth doesn’t leave your body, not even for a second as he struggles to work the tight denim down your body.

You adjust yourself on the bed, helping him push the fabric down. You take to his own bottoms, tugging eagerly at his waistband until he gets the hint and removes his shorts. You push him down, making him sit back against the headboard. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. Still separated by the barrier of both of your underwears between you, you sink down on his bulge in a satisfying grind.

Alex’s hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him and rolling his own hips. He reconnects your lips, swallowing every sound you make and vice versa. He’s straining against his boxers, pulsing against you with each grind.

“I want to ride you,” you tell Alex. “Just like this.”

Alex moans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, knocking it against the headboard in the process. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “Want me to prep you?”

“No, I want to feel everything,” you say. “I want to feel your big cock stretch me all on its own before it fucks a baby into me.”

Your words only spur him on and he jostles you on his lap as he tries to remove his underwear without feeling your absence. You take matters into your own hands and remove yourself from his lap to take off your own underwear, tossing it onto the floor without another thought, the thin scrap of fabric joining the rest of your scattered clothes.

Both bare and dripping, you climb back on top of Alex, fitting his cock between your folds to grind against him before allowing him to breach your entrance. You spread your slick all over his member, using his precum and your wetness as lube.

Alex whines at the contact, clutching at your skin desperately after he removes your bra with both hands. Your boobs sit prettily on your chest, drawing Alex’s eyes and causing his pupils to swell. He cups one and licks over the nipple he hadn’t previously sucked, needing something to occupy his mouth and muffle his sounds. He’s far gone– the idea of filling you up has him channeling something primal, overtaken by his instinct to stuff you with his cock and thoroughly breed you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been thinking about it for years– one of the images that caused him to spill over his fist countless of times in his twenties was just this: fucking you bare and starting a family with you, forever entertwining your souls and destinies in an irreversible way. You would be his, in this way, forever. He could shoot off now thinking about it, but the promise of the real thing stops him.

And the real thing comes sooner than he thinks, with you rising up onto your knees and lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, achingly slow. It takes everything out of Alex to not buck up into your heat as the head of his cock enters you with a jolt.

The sigh that leaves your mouth and the roll of your eyes chips away his restraint even more than your heat. All of your pretty noises are like a watering hole in the middle of the desert to Alex– and he’s lapping them up.

“Y/N,” Alex moans as you work your way down his shaft. Your walls hug him tightly, squeezing him as you take his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re made for me.”

“Alex,” you sigh, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re unable to form many words other than that– melting into a puddle of moans and whines as you find yourself sinking fully onto his length, enveloping him entirely. He reaches the deepest part of you, his tip nudging your back wall.

“Can’t wait to see these tits all full of milk,” Alex tells you, filling in the gaps of silence. He reaches up, cupping the weight in his palms and kissing over the smooth skin in his hands. “You’re going to be so great to our baby.”

You start to bounce on his cock, tossing your head back as the ecstasy of fulfillment washes over you. His words just spur you on.

“You’ll take care of them so well, won’t you?” Alex asks, his question rhetorical.

Your response is a moan and a stutter in your rhythm, which causes Alex to take over. He flips you over without pulling out, your back hitting the mattress and knocking the breath out of you.

Alex practically breathes life back into you when he kisses you, insistent but charged with the sweet love that you share for each other. It’s the love that you’ve shared since you were kids– and now, it’s the love that you’ll pass along to your child.

“Fuck, Alex,” you whine at the thought, unable to keep it to yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alex says, kissing you again. His thrusts are harder in this position, hitting you deeper.

It feels impossible, being in this position with Alex. Yes, your friends had always said that you and Alex were meant to be, but there was a line you’d never crossed. You never expected to cross it. Now, with Alex inside of you and filling you so well, ready to start the next chapter of your lives with each other, you can’t imagine it any other way.

Alex continues, pushing you further towards your peak. “This pussy was made to take my babies, huh? Made just for me?”

“Yeah,” you agree, breathless, pulling Alex down to connect your lips. You can barely handle the words, much less the little noises and grunts that fill your mouth during the kiss.

It’s like you’re becoming one being. Everything is perfect, and you’re feeling so good that your orgasm approaches quicker than expected.

“Alex, ‘m gonna come,” you let out, holding him tight.

“Let it go, lovebug,” Alex coos, tracing the line of your cheek with a light touch. “I’m right there with you.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Alex continues to fuck into you, prolonging the waves of pleasure that overtake you with each bump of his cockhead against your g-spot. You’re moaning unintelligibly, jumbled words falling from your mouth and barely reaching Alex’s ears.

He shoots off when you keen into his mouth, teeth clashing in a messy union that has you on the verge of laughter. You’ve never laughed during sex before, but it just seems right. Everything with Alex seems right.

His seed fills you and warms you from the inside out, settling deep in your core and coating your walls in the weirdest, most unique feeling you’ve ever experienced. You can feel the come dripping down from your ridges, letting gravity take control as it starts to leak out of you when Alex pulls out.

You pout, closing your legs as much as you can with Alex still between them in order to keep his release from leaving you, desperate for it to take.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Alex soothes, brushing your hair away from your face and thumbing over the sweat on your brow.

You don’t reply, enamored by the way his own curls have gone sweaty and his cheeks and dusted with a blush from the exertion of your union. You bite your lip as Alex opens his mouth to speak again, admiring his straight white teeth in a moment that should be weird, but isn’t. You hope your baby has his teeth– no need to pay for braces, not that that’s something you’d have to worry about with Alex’s salary.

“We’re going to go again in a bit, I think,” Alex muses, his words a proposition rather than a command, despite his definitive tone. He kisses over your face, little pecks that make you giggle again. His lips find yours, sweet and chaste. When he pulls away, he whispers conspiratorially in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night to make sure this takes.” He winks, a smile crossing his face. “Join me in the shower, mama? I want to wash your hair for you.”

note: this is for my lyon girlie who was all up in my asks, ily <3 i hope i captured your man well and you enjoyed this <3

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woso-dreamzzz · 10 months ago

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Tia Tana II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Tia Tana takes you to meet Spain's keepers

Alexia smiles at you as you and Tia Tana approach.

You smile back.

She nudges both of the girls in Keeper shirts. "She's going to be better than both of you when she grows up."

"Huh?"

"This is y/n," Tia Tana introduces," Pernille and Magda's daughter."

"The little girl in the hallway at the final against Chelsea?" One of the non-keeper girls asks," She's grown."

"Kids do that Jenni," Alexia says with an eye roll.

"Yeah but she was so little then and now she's like a teenager."

"I'm still little," You say," Because Morsa and Momma still pick me up."

It's the girl with the tattoos on her arm. She's a very vague figure in your mind. You think she took one of your Ahlgrens Bilar during the break of that match.

"y/n," Tia Tana says," This is Jenni. She used to play for Barca."

"Hi," You say before tilting your head to look at the keepers. They don't look like Zećira or any other keeper you know. But that's okay though because Momma says everyone is different and that's good because otherwise the world would be boring.

"This is Misa," Tia Tana says," She plays for Real Madrid. And Cata, she plays with me and Alexia at Barcelona. And I think you must have seen Ona before too."

"Briefly," Ona confirms," How can I forget the assistant coach of Chelsea?"

You decide that you like Ona. She has a fun accent that's different to Momma and Morsa's when they speak English. She also recognises you as the important person you were for Chelsea and that's important too.

"Used to be," You say," But now we're leaving for Germany to Bayern."

You must make a face because the girls all laugh.

"You don't like Germany?" Jenni asks.

"I like Germany because of Wolfsburg," You say," Bayern's okay, I guess, because they've got a red jersey like Arsenal. Arsenal's my second most favourite. I'm going to play for Arsenal when I'm older."

"As a keeper," Tia Tana continues, adjusting her grip on you. She jerks her chin at Misa and Cata. "That's why she's going to be better than you too."

Misa and Cata laugh and Misa gets a bit closer to give you a fist bump.

"You know," She says," If you really want to be the best keeper in the world, you need to come to Real Madrid. We're the best!"

There's outrage from the rest of the girls and Alexia easily plucks you from Aitana's arms to speak to you. You know it must be important because Momma does this sometimes too.

"Don't listen to Misa," She says," Barcelona's the best and don't let anyone else tell you differently."

You think for a moment. "Daan says Lyon is the best."

There's more outrage.

"Van de Donk thinks Lyon is the best," Alexia says," She's entitled to her own opinion."

"But it's wrong," Cata appears over Alexia's shoulder," Because Barcelona is the best and you should definitely come over and join us when you're older."

You tilt your head to the side as you think. "Tia Tana, is Barcelona good?"

"Very good," Tia Tana promises you.

Misa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't indoctrinate her! She's just a baby!"

"We can't help it if Barcelona outclasses Madrid every match," Jenni chuckles.

"How many El Clásicos have you won again?" Ona teases and Misa shoves her away with an eye roll.

"Watch it, Batlle," She says," You'll see when you come back this year. We've been working on some stuff."

Cata scoffs but doesn't get involved with the little squabble. She strips her gloves. "Here," She says, pressing them into your hands," It's probably poor taste since I just beat your mum with them but, here. Every keeper needs a good set of gloves."

You beam at her. "Thank you!"

"I don't know how you guys came into custody of my baby," Morsa's teasing voice says from behind you," But I'd like to get her back now, please. Pernille would kill me if I let you take her back to Spain."

"I'm sure we could come to an agreement," Tia Tana says, smiling a wide smile at Morsa," Fifty-fifty custody? We've got Frido in Spain too. It's not like she'll forget her Swedish."

"I think Pernille's more worried about her losing her Danish than her Swedish," Morsa says. She takes you from Alexia. "And I'm actually quite fond of her."

"I got new gloves, Morsa," You tell her, holding them up so she can inspect them.

"Very nice, princesse," Morsa says," But I think it's time to say goodbye to your new friends. You look very tired."

A crinkle appears between your brows. "I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are." Morsa's chuckling now. "Come on. If we head back now I promise you can have a sleepover with Frido and Amanda."

You look at her suspiciously. "And I get to bring Rocky?"

Morsa sighs deeply. "Yes, you can bring the rock."

"Okay!"

"Say goodbye."

"Bye!" You wave at the Spanish girls happily, blowing a big kiss for Tia Tana before turning back to Morsa. "Momma lets me have sweeties when I sleep over with the Denmark girls. Can I have sweeties with Frido and Mandy?"

"Can't you just be happy that I'm letting you bring the rock?"

"Rocky would have come anyway. Can I have sweeties?"

"Fine, you can have sweets."

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jackhues · 10 months ago

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in love love - alex lyon

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, and written for the amazing @2manytabsopen !! this is my first time writing for alex and honestly first time writing in a while, but i had lots of fun with this and i really hope you like it <33

summary: 3 times the world realized alex was in love with you + the 1 time you realized it

word count: 2.7k

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

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you and alex had known each other your whole lives. as long as you could remember, it was you and him. sure, you both had friends that came and went, but at the end of it all, it was the two of you who made it through.

you made it through your elementary years, all the way to college, and now even beyond. despite graduating early, alex was still in contact with many of the friends you both made in university. it was a good thing too, because you could just go together to all the events you were invited to.

“i don’t know what i was thinking, making so many friends,” you muttered to yourself, nursing your drink.

it was late at night, and you were no longer the same person you’d been at college. instead of pulling all-nighters and partying with the crowd, you wanted to be in bed once it was dark.

“are you tired?” alex turned to face you. “we can go home if you want.”

“that’s okay,” you smiled tiredly at the tall boy. “it’s not like we get to meet up with them often. it’s been a long time since we were all out. we can stay.”

“you sure, love?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern. “you look ready to drop.”

“i’m fine,” you promised. at his unconvinced look, you continued, “really, i’m okay. i think i just need another drink.”

“i’ll get you one,” he offered immediately, heading up to the counter to get your drink.

unbeknownst to you, some of your college friends were giggling to each other, wondering if the two of you were finally together.

“i mean, they have to be, right?” one of them whispered. “they’ve both got heart eyes for each other.”

“alex isn’t even trying to hide it,” another one laughed a little. “good for them, i guess. i always knew he liked her.”

you smiled once alex returned with your favourite drink, handing it to you.

“a special drink, for a special lady,” he grinned.

“thank you,” you took it from him, taking a sip.

indeed, all you needed was a little something in your system to get you going. you took alex’s hand, leading him to the dance floor where you ended up spending most of the night.

after some time, alex broke away from you, drifting to the edge of the dance floor and allowing himself a moment to admire you.

“so? you two finally together, huh?” one of alex’s old teammate’s wiggled his brows, sliding up next to the goalie.

“what? me and y/n? no — no, we’re just friends,” alex insisted.

“oh, really?” he asked, looking between the two of you. “i guess i haven’t seen you guys in so long, i forgot how close you were.”

alex nodded, despite the lump in his throat, before excusing himself to get some air.

your friends exchanged glances at that interaction — at alex running away, and at you now dancing with another friend, clueless to it all.

“well shit,” one of them muttered. “he’s in love with her, and he knows it.”

“but does she?”

ii.

“here, let me get that for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled as alex took the plates from your hands, placing them in the sink.

you were at a family friends house, inviting alex along to celebrate with them. since most of your family lived further away, you often celebrated the holidays and other events with them. alex was someone you’d known your entire life, and by extension, your family and family friends knew about him too.

after years of trying to convince you to bring him along to one of these gatherings, you finally caved in. it wasn’t that you were embarrassed of alex. if anything, you were a little embarrassed of your family friends.

not in a bad way. they were just loud and talkative and much more rowdy than alex’s family. you were worried how well he’d fit in if he came along.

so far, he had proved you wrong, getting along with absolutely everyone there. the younger kids kept trying to steal him to play games, the older aunts and uncles doted on him — everyone loved him.

you took the broom out, getting ready to sweep around the house a little. everyone was busy cleaning up after themselves or gossipping with each other. might as well make yourself useful.

“here, let me do that,” alex appeared next to you, reaching for the broom.

“it’s alright, i got it,” you assured him. “besides, you’re the guest. go sit and talk with the older people. i’ve got this.”

“y/n,” he said your name in a strict tone. “give me the broom, i’ll sweep up around here. you’ve been on your feet all day, take a seat and let me do this.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, realizing he wasn’t going to budge. “okay, go grab the dustpan. i’ll sweep, you collect it, okay?”

alex sighed, “all right, fine. but you’re sitting down and hanging out with everyone after this. no more work for you.”

“alex, that’s not how it works—”

“if someone needs you to do a chore, i’ll step in,” he said in a strict tone. he softened his voice, “you did a lot today, okay? i can do a little bit of work around here too. i’m not entirely useless, you know?”

you laughed a little, “i can think of multiple instances where you were entirely useless.”

“right now,” alex amended. “i know how to sweep and do the dishes and stuff. i couldn’t help you out in the morning, but i can now. so let me, please.”

“okay, okay,” you raised your hands in surrender. “i’ll sweep and then take a seat. happy?”

“very,” he grinned, happy that he’d finally won this argument.

behind you, one of your cousins shared a look with their sibling, wondering if anyone else just saw what happened.

“that’s so weird,” one of them whispered.

“i wonder how long it’ll take for them to get married,” another thought aloud.

“oh, he’s in love love,” another one muttered.

they looked at you, sweeping the floor with a little smile on your face, and behind you, alex watching you with the same smile on his face. it was so painfully obvious, just by the way he watched you.

“i hope she realizes it soon.”

iii.

“come on, come on, come on,” you grabbed alex’s hand, pulling him along.

there was a new cafe that opened down the street, and based on the reviews, it had some really nice hot chocolate. alex was the one who’d found their page on instagram, forwarding the message to you.

so of course, you dragged him along for your first visit.

the interior of the cafe was chic, with a checkerboard floor and a cozy interior. you immediately claimed one of the couches at the store, scanning the qr code for the menu.

before you even opened it up, alex spoke, “you’re getting a hot chocolate?”

“i didn’t even look at the menu yet,” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, but it’s why you came here, right?” he asked. “to try their french hot chocolate?”

you opened your mouth to argue, but simply sighed. “yeah, that’s why i came here.”

“that’s what i thought,” a satisfied smirk appeared on alex’s face. “so, one french hot chocolate for you, and one cinnamon hot chocolate for me.”

you gave him a thumbs up in approval, letting him place the order at the counter while you saved your seats. you pulled out your phone, scrolling a little as you waited for alex to return.

near your seat, an older woman smiled to herself, waving to her own husband at the counter giving their order. she remembered their earlier days together, when her husband first learned her order and immediately went to the counter. it might be a really small thing to someone else, but she’d associated that act with his love for her. she wondered if one day you’d do the same thing with alex.

“i’m back,” alex announced his return as he took a seat next to you.

“yes, i can see that,” you replied.

he flicked your forehead, “congrats, you have eyes.”

“you’re such a child,” you laughed.

“you’re just jealous because you’ll be old and wrinkly while i stay young and hot.”

the two of you kept it together for three seconds, before bursting out into laughter.

your waitress smiled to herself, placing your drinks on the table in front of you. the cafe was new and it didn’t get many customers yet. seeing you two in here laughing loudly warmed her heart.

she wished she’d get to experience that kind of love one day, with someone who looked at her the way alex looked at you. as if he’d seen the entire world and decided you were his favourite thing in it.

“enjoy your drinks,” she smiled at you two, heading back.

“thank you,” you smiled at her, reaching for your hot chocolate.

you smiled at the sight of how delicious the hot chocolate looked, reaching towards it as if it were gold. to you, it might’ve been.

the second you took that first sip, you sighed in content, melting back into the couch and closing your eyes.

“so, it’s delicious?” alex asked, taking a sip of his own. he blinked in surprise, “okay, wow. this is pretty good. you know, y/n, i think you were onto something when you fell into that hot chocolate obsession.”

“i’m always right,” you grinned, turning your head to look at him.

alex caught his breath at the sight of you. after all these years, and you still managed to make him speechless with just a look.

“always,” he merely agreed.

you smiled triumphantly, going back to your drink. around you, the people whispered — they always whispered the same thing, but you never heard it.

“they’re so cute,” one person would whisper.

“oh, he’s so in love with her,” another would say.

“too bad she doesn’t even know it,” one would sigh.

“she knows it, she just doesn’t realize it,” another would respond. “she doesn’t even realize how in love she is with him.”

and alex would hear it all, and he’d keep his mouth shut. because whether you knew or whether you didn’t wasn’t the question.

the question was whether you’d do anything once you did realize.

iv.

you looked at your caller i.d., trying not to cry at the sight of alex’s face.

even though you saw him a day ago, the sight of him was so comforting to you. especially after the shit day that you were having at work.

“hello,” you answered, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

“hey — wait, what’s wrong?” he asked. you could imagine the furrow in his brow, the exact face he was making as he continued. “are you crying? y/n, are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you promised, taking a deep breath. “it’s just — it’s been a long day alex. i’m happy you called, i needed to hear your voice.”

“anytime,” alex responded immediately. “i’m always here for you, you know?”

“i know,” you smiled to yourself, because he was. “what’s up with you though? why’d you call?”

“i was just calling because i was bored,” he responded a little sheepishly. “i wanted to bother you a bit.”

“instead you’re comforting me,” you laughed a little.

“it’s an honour to do so,” he responded, followed by a small thwack sound. you laughed, imagining him pounding his chest to play the part, even though you couldn’t even see him.

the two of you continued talking for a bit, until you finally ended the call. you took a deep breath, looking at the time on your phone. two more hours, and then you were free.

you locked the door behind you, placing your bag and keys down.

you were finally home, and ready to put this long day behind you. except now that you were inside, you could hear some noise from somewhere in your house. music was playing softly and a familiar voice was singing along. the smell of something baking made its way to you — banana bread, you thought happily. after a long day, you needed something like that to cheer you up.

you followed the source of the noise, stopping at the sight of alex in the kitchen making banana bread and singing along to the song. you watched him for a minute, smiling to yourself as he spun around and put on a little show.

when the song ended, you clapped, laughing as alex jumped at the sudden noise.

“bravo, that was beautiful!” you cheered. “encore, encore, encore!”

“ah, as much as ii would love to do so for my wonderful fans, the banana bread i am baking for a very wonderful woman will burn if i don’t take it out now,” he spoke in a posh accent before reaching into the oven, pulling the tray out and setting it to cool.

you looked around at the kitchen, noticing for the first time how spotless it was. you’d left some dishes this morning because you were in a rush, and you were pretty sure you made a mess last night while cooking dinner. you were normally pretty clean, but you were just in a lazy mood these past few days.

“did you clean the kitchen?” you asked alex.

he looked up at you, shrugging to himself, “yeah. when you said you had a bad day, i wanted to make you feel a little bit better. so i came over, cleaned a bit, and cooked.”

“thank you,” you whispered, your heart heavy with too many unspoken emotions.

“you’d do the same for me,” alex shrugged.

it was true. you had done and would continue to do the same thing for him. people often thought you two were just friends, but you were so much more than that. you were everything for the other. alex was the one you’d run to when you got good news or bad news. you were the one alex would find for comfort or to share his joy.

you never questioned it, but you finally realized that somewhere along the way, with the jokes and the laughter and the unbreakable friendship, love had also blossomed.

“y/n?” alex called your name. “are you okay?”

you blinked up at him, realizing that you’d basically zoned out in the middle of the kitchen. lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t know how to reply.

and so you blurted out, “are you in love with me?”

alex froze, staring at you for long enough that you began to wonder if you wildly miscalculated. maybe those lingering gazes and longer than necessary hugs were something you imagined. maybe you two were just friends in his eyes.

“and if i was?” he asked, he met your eyes, not a hint of hesitation in them. “if i was in love with you for as long as i could remember, longer than i even knew what the word meant? that i’ve been waiting for you to notice for years now? what would you say?”

you looked at him, trying to tell if he was joking. it didn’t look like he was.

“i’d say why didn’t you tell me years ago?” you responded honestly. “that way, we’d already be past then. and then… and then i’d tell you to kiss me already because i’ve been in love with you for a long time too.”

alex stared at you, trying to figure out if you’d actually just said that. you hear practically the gears turning in his head, you could imagine the questions he was asking himself.

“it’s not a dream,” you smiled, answering his biggest one.

“oh thank god,” he muttered to himself, reaching you in two long strides.

you gasped as his hands grabbed your waist, your own arms reaching up to grab his shirt. without a moment of hesitation, alex leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss just as sweet as the confession.

oh, he’s in love, you thought to yourself with a little smile.

it’s okay, because so were you.

#naqia writes!#alex lyon #alex lyon x reader #alex lyon imagine #alex lyon imagines #alex lyon blurb #alex lyon fic #detroit red wings #detroit red wings fic #nhl fic #nhl x reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #hockey x reader #hockey x you #hockey fic

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dinosaursock · 7 months ago

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You know what? Fuck it. I’m a transgender man, I had abdominal phalloplasty with Dr Curtis Cetrulo in Boston. He sold dozens of trans people on a new method of abdominal with all these promises of good sensation, good aesthetics, minimal scarring, and urethral lengthening without an arm graft (which is typically needed in abdo phallo for people who want urethral lengthening). I started having surgery with him in 2021 and had my SIXTH surgery with him early last year. For reference, phallo is often done in 3-4 surgeries, give or take with repairs/revisions and different surgical plans. When I consulted, he told me four surgeries, which then turned to five. And somehow turned to six and I still wasn’t done! I had thick knots of scar tissue and no sensation at all, not to mention I never even had a neourethra constructed. The plan was constantly changing and I made the mistake of trusting him and trusting the process.

In August last year he left Boston and moved to California to continue operating. It doesn’t seem he works on trans people anymore and is no longer offering phalloplasty, and I desperately hope he’s not. It was clear he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, and the urologist was complacent and didn’t have proper training either. Cetrulo was allowed to experiment on us, under the guise that it was a successful and fully developed method of phalloplasty. He was not honest about its completion. And when it started to catch up with him, he abandoned his remaining patients and moved across the country. With NO repercussions for the way he treated us.

Now I’m waiting for a complete redo using a different graft site with a new doctor, who has taken on many of Cetrulo’s former patients.

See this article? It talks about all accomplishments and his innovations for people with skin burns and other injuries requiring microsurgical work. No mention of the transgender people he treated. The dozens of people he lied to and disfigured. What about us? Why does he get to pretended he didn’t ruin the lives of so many people. I am permanently disfigured because of the work he did on me. I have to live with that medical trauma from a man who didn’t really care about me, who dodged questions, and was inconsistent and unreliable.

And why is he getting away with it? This Harvard grad with a superiority complex. Because 1, we’re transgender, and the medical system has a history of failing us. Cetrulo is comparable to Kathy Rumer and Butcher Brown. Bailey Sarian has a video on Dr Butcher Brown, I recommend giving it a watch if you have an interest in true crime. And number 2, the medical boards and medical systems are fucked up.

I want my trans and nonbinary (etc) friends to know what he did to our community. The damage he’s done. And the lack of consequences for his actions. Word of mouth is so so important in LGBT spaces when it comes to medical care, ESPECIALLY in bottom surgery spaces.

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

#phalloplasty #bottom surgery #phallo #transgender #trans #transmasc #trans pride #trans man #lgbt #lgbtq community #lgbt pride #lgbtq #Curtis Cetrulo #cetrulo

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bookwyrminspiration · 8 months ago

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hey. if you haven't read the A Chorus of Dragons series by Jenn Lyons (highly recommended for high/hard fantasy lovers)

Some of the wording is intentionally a tad misrepresentative simply because its funnier that way, but it's still accurate.

please read a chorus of dragons by jenn lyons. please. i promise I've spoiled like nothing, there's so much context and other happenings missing. i am begging

#a chorus of dragons #polls #started compiling this around book 2 in my reread because of a single comment #because I thought it would be fun #i will say i considered including nothing made up and being like SIKE this ALL happens the series is WILD #but no. one is genuinely fabricated #it feels obvious to me but. that's probably because I made it up myself #mutuals please #it tried to be so careful about it #so that different options wouldn't give each other away #which meant I had to leave out other things I'd have loved to include #anyway #vote in my poll boy

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robespapier · 9 months ago

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For Fouché Friday, @tierseta, this exchange between Fouché and Robespierre in Gaston Crémieux' Thermidor

Fouché, with grandiloquence Salut to the President of the Convention, To the regenerator of the motherland! Robespierre Enough with your grovelling and fawning! What do you want? Fouché Your bad mood excuses your oversight. I was hoping for a warmer welcome Once you've promised me your sister's hand in marriage. Robespierre I didn't know the darkness of your soul. Fouché I've loved her ardently for a long time. Robespierre It's in vain.

Then Fouché goes "She loves me. Can you really refuse me her hand?" and Robespierre replies "Charlotte loving Fouché! Me, uniting her to his kind!" and goes on a rant about Fouché's crimes in Lyon. In defense of Crémieux, he wrote this in 1871 (in jail, awaiting his execution as a leader of Marseille's Commune) and I guess his source for this was Charlotte's Mémoires?

#gaston crémieux: thermidor #robespierre #fouché #charlotte robespierre

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amypihcs · 2 months ago

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Almost done. Another bit of patience!

Helloooo people! Later and later, I had to study! So without further ado, let's dive in this chapter!

Holmes is FURIOUS with Stapleton, and maybe also a tiny bit admired. In this moment we see acd FOR ONCE remembering his chronology, but i think it's a stupid choice. I mean, maybe i'm quite too used to granada, but Hound of the Baskervilles makes much more sense with them post hiatus. And you'll bear with me!

Anyway, there's not nothing they could do to avoid Stapleton seeing them, so worrying about it would just be a waste of energy.

And they don't even have any sort of vaguely decent case against him, so there's NOTHING they can do as it is now.

As much as them both would love to arrest him then and there!

They both want a hug, but they can't quite risk it. Not until they are behind closed doors at least.

And in fact, Holmes decides to go with Watson at the Hall. Watson is of course very very approving, also anxious to get some proper supper into his husband.

And Holmes' plan seems complete! HEYYYY sir Henry! Watch doing?

Moping uh? Ah-ha sure sure. You'd have had a DEADLY lively evening! By the by, you know that y'all are all criminals?

Wait what? You kidding?

Nono, not at all. Asking myself if i should arrest y'all right now - quick wink to Watson. - At times i DO approve of criminals!

But only if the crime they commit is, how to phrase it, victimless. Anyway, i basi-

BAAAASICALLY have a plan, pretty serie of portraits! -mumbling something under his breath-

Watson meanwhile is TRYING not to stare at his husband's face. You see, he missed him SO.

Ah! So that one's Sir Hugo, uh? Perfect, supper is great eh?

Supper's over, Sir Henry's going to bed, we should go to, uhm, Holmes? Holmes? The portrait? What's with the bloody portrait now?!

Here he is! Our portrait.

W: But please, my dear, not in your gallery. I should wish to make love to you WITHOUT seeing his face on the wall. -tiny kiss-

And uuuh! Holmes is up early!

SO THIS IS THE WHOLE PLAN??!

I mean, for real? What in the bloody hell? Oh well, a promise is a promise. And, well. You will know what you're doing, no, Holmes? Sure, Bye for now!

eeeeh no, it was just for funsies. Lestrade is arriving, so now ooon toward Mrs Lyons' place!

He did better than you, Watson. We need to admit it!

Ofc, then he just shocked her!

And she had the most reasonable answer! Good girl!

And she seems quite, quite innocent. Poor girl toh. What a shitty situation.

Sending her a hug!

Now we wait for Lestrade.

Then some dinner together until it's time. And we'll see what happens in the next episode!

#letters from watson #victorian husbands #jeremy brett #unnecessarily handsome #edward hardwicke #the dark side with kind eyes #asexual falling hard for actors from an 80s show #sherlock holmes #dr watson

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redsbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Fairy Tail characters in Game of Thrones houses

Natsu - Targaryen or Martell… Targaryen cause dragons duh but he has that dornish rizz

Lucy - Lannister. She does give Tyrell vibes too but she’s literally from a blonde family and her dad was sort of like Tywin in a less war like sense.

Erza - she’s literally just Brienne of Tarth

Gray - Stark… duh. He’s so Jon Snow coded <3

Juvia - Tully. She’s a riverlands girl <3 She’d suit the Greyjoy’s if she stayed evil though.

Wendy - Bear Island (a somewhat sweeter version of Lady Mormont)

Mirajane - I’d love to say Tyrell but there’s no denying she’s a fucking Targaryen lmao

Cana - she’s from Braavos and considers herself a “wine merchant”.

Levy - House Arryn. The veil just kind of suits her vibe.

Gajeel - he’s probably a bastard come on. But would so fight for the brotherhood without banners.

Extras:

- Natsu is the prince who was promised

- Arranged marriage between Gray and Juvia and they genuinely fall in love (aka that one BonneyQ fanfic… this time she’s not from the Twins tho)

- Lyon and Gray were like a Rob and Jon situation. Except I think Ned Stark’s equivalent is obviously Silver Fullbuster.

- Ngl Lyon also gives Theon vibes

- Gray wanted to join the night’s watch but Silver was like no x and married him to Juvia before he could get a chance to leave

- Natsu wanted to eat drink and whore his way into an early grave… until he met Lucy

- Jellal would be their version of the “Kingslayer” - although less incest… but it does set him and Erza up

#gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #gruvia #fairy tail 100 yq #natsu dragneel #nalu #erza scarlet #jerza #jellal fernandes #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #mirajane strauss #game of thrones au #fairy tail au #alternate universe #fairy tail incorrect quotes #fairytail headcanons

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sherryewing · 5 months ago

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Happy Release Day ~ The Lyon and His Promise!

Any day I can write on my blog that I’m releasing a new book baby into the world is a very good day. In fact this is my 27th published book that includes two still sitting in box sets with the Bluestocking Belles. Yes… it’s a very happy day. It’s my fondest wish that you’ll have one heck of a book hangover come the morning after binging The Lyon and His Promise. This friends to lovers with a…

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#ReadARegency #Brother&039;s Best Friend #Friends to Lovers #Historical Romance #Lyon&039;s Den Connected World #Sherry Ewing #The Lyon and His Promise

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futbol16 · 2 years ago

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Back From Lyon • Alexia Putellas

Word count: 2,1k

Leaving Barcelona wasn’t a decision you thought you’d ever have to make, but you had to. It wasn’t that the team or the manager didn’t want you there, no, they asked you to stay and although you would have loved nothing more, it simply wasn’t something you could do.

You found yourself in Lyon for the 2019-20 season winning the UEFA women’s champions league scoring two of the four goals against Barcelona. It was bittersweet having to beat your former team, a team you called home.

All you wanted to do was wrap all of the Barca girls in a big hug and apologize to them but you knew you couldn’t, instead you watched with tears in your eyes as Alexia cried on the grass.

You were called over for a quick interview, still on the field and you stood in front of the camera with a small smile.

“La Víbora and La Reina are rejoining their forces, what do you think about that?” the reporter asked you after your last match with the club. You laughed at the use of your nicknames, a piece of your hair flying in your line of sight due to the wind.

“I'd like to think it’s a good thing, you know Alexia and I grew up together, this had been our first time in different clubs, apart from her one season at Levante. Yeah, yeah it will be nice to get back home to Barca.” you nodded at your own words before confetti is thrown at you by one of your teammates who drags you away from the interview.

Your return to your hometown was well awaited by the fans and your teammates as you had promised your manager to only have one season away from the club. He was reluctant to agree but upon hearing your explanation for the sudden want to leave, he understood that it was more than football.

You were just as excited to get back, though there was a nervousness sitting at the bottom of your heart, wondering if the distance helped resolve the conflict you once had.

The Barca team sat in the meeting room as their coach and manager introduced the new signings. It was secretly made into a game by the women, competing to see who could guess the player first, based on the introductory video they’d play.

Three of the new players were brought up from the B team and as the last video ends, Mapi exclaims worriedly.

“Where’s Y/N?” she looks towards the manager who opens his mouth but is cut off by multiple of the women.

“Yeah, she promised she’d be back!”

“She’s not staying in Lyon, right?”

Coming to the conclusion that the only way he could silence them was to show the video, he types away at his computer before the cheering of the crowd fills the room as the video starts.

“RAS RAS RAS” the crowd chants as you make your way out onto the field.

“She's quick. She's smart. The take-off power she has, her speed with the ball.”

“We all know her strengths, she’s undoubtedly one of the best in the world.”

Your Barcelona and Lyon coach both speak into the camera, clips from interviews.

The Barca girls watch your skills shown on the video with knowing looks, smiles and the three new signings with looks of amusement and adoration for you.

“She became a role model, children all over the world love her. Y/N gets purple boots, then the whole world gets purple boots.” Ada Hegerberg, your now former teammate, comments with a laugh.

“She plays with flair, she plays with passion. Everything she does is for football.” Your best friend, Alexia says.

Alexia looks down to her lap, playing with her fingers and she feels eyes on her, no doubt Jenni or Lieke’s.

You soon enter the room with a blinding grin and quickly catch the two women that throw themselves at you. You hug Leila and Mapi once you’ve managed to set them down.

Your teammates are quick to greet you, all trying to catch up with you and voicing how happy they were about your return.

“Please welcome back Y/N Ras!”

On your first match back with Barcelona you show the fans again just how good you are and it’s obvious that you still have the strong chemistry with your teammates that you had before Lyon. It’s like you never actually left.

The game ends with a wonderful win to Barca, something that doesn’t surprise anyone too much.

Sitting in the locker room you pull Mapi and Leila into you, laughing away at one of the comments the girls made. You don’t see Alexia looking over at you, or maybe you just choose to ignore it, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Jenni who nudges the brunette next to her.

“What’s up with you? Normally the two of you would practically be sitting in each other's lap after such a win.” Jenni raises an eyebrow at the silence that follows her words, Alexia not daring to open her mouth.

Jenni sighs at her. “Have you talked to her yet?”

Once again Alexia stays silent, though she shakes her head. Jenni pulls her into her side.

“Well promise me to speak to her during the next week.”

It’s now your turn to turn to them, eyeing their closeness with a frown, you knew they were close, they always had been but you’ve never seen Jenni look at the girl like that before.

Throughout the next week every hangout soon turns into team bonding, the girls wanting to spend as much time with you as they could. Your routines and habits with Leila and Mapi continue to be, the two of them haven’t left your side since your return.

Jana, one of the girls from the B team approaches you, grinning and saying something about a wall with your face. You look at her confused and she directs you to one of the hallways of the training facility.

It seems that while you were away the club had turned it into some sort of hall of fame. Large pictures of former and present Barcelona players are painted onto the wall ranging from Lionel Messi to Melanie Serrano and your eyes widen as you stumble upon your own picture.

Walking closer you read the Individual achievements listed under your jersey number.

Ballon d'Or Féminin: 2019

The Best FIFA Women's Player: 2018, 2019

UEFA Women's Player of the Year: 2017-18, 2019-20

UEFA Women's Champions League Midfielder of the Season: 2019-2020

World Soccer Women's World Player of the Year: 2017, 2018

Catalan Player of the Year: 2014, 2016, 2018, 2019

Spain women's national team Player of the Year: 2019

Fútbol Draft Best XI: 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2018

These were only a few of the listed titles and you look up abruptly at the sound of cleats hitting the floor. You spot Alexia walking towards where you stand, she as well looking at your picture.

“Pretty nice, no?” she asks, but you don’t look at her, eyes still skimming over the list.

“I don't remember getting so many..”

“Well I guess it was hard to keep count of.” you look at her with distaste and with a click of your tongue you shake your head at her, turning and walking away.

“Wait, Y/N!..”

You weren’t going to have this conversation again. It was why you had asked for a loan in the first place and you thought the distance between the two of you would help, but clearly it hadn’t.

Alexia doesn’t manage to find you and she gets to the pitch out of breath, Jenni looking at her weirdly, She doesn’t pay Hermoso any mind though, her eyes locked on your form now leaning against Leila.

The next time Alexia finds you alone is after your extra practice with her, something that had been a normal occurrence for the two of you since before Barcelona.

Although your chemistry was undeniable and the two of you played better together than ever before, it seemed as though you had made it your mission to avoid the brunette whenever you could.

She thinks you’ve already left when she takes a quick scan of the field but instead finds you sitting on a ball, already showered and wrapped in a hoodie, staring into space.

She softly lets her training bag slide down her shoulder and fall to the ground with a soft thump and she gets her own ball, silently sitting next to you. She hopes you won’t leave as she scans the side of your face, but you continue to stare straight ahead.

“I’m glad you’re back.” she states honestly, but you only hum at her words.

“I missed you, you know.” you turn towards her at that, trying to figure out if she’s telling the truth. She gives you a small nod and you let out your own “I missed you too.”

You expect the next question even though you wished she wouldn’t bring it up in a calm moment like this when the two of you finally talking to each other.

“Why’d you leave?” you don’t answer her. “I mean come on Y/N, you were great here, the team was complete, there was no reason for you to leave!...Did I do something?”

The look of disbelief that crosses your face makes her almost fall off the ball she’s sitting on and you stand, fists balled in anger. She’s quick to follow you, ready to reach out if you were to leave her there again.

“You accused me Alexia! How can you forget that?!” she recoils at the hurt expression slowly taking over your features.

She wants to reach out, to smooth out the furrow of your eyebrows but she knows this isn’t the correct time for that.

So she listens to you instead.

“You accused me of one upping you in everything, in wanting to take away your glory or whatever. My last year at Barca was spent listening to your complaints about me getting each award before you, you didn’t understand why I was the only one getting the recognition when we came from the same clubs. You made me feel like I didn’t belong here, that I didn’t deserve it.” you take a deep breath, angry tears sliding down your cheeks.

“You called me selfish Alexia! That’s what happened.” you attempt to pathetically wipe away the tears, failing as more just keep appearing.

She’s crying now as well and for a moment you feel guilty, but she deserved this. You both knew it.

Your best friend has turned against you, forcing you out of her life for those few months. You didn’t only lose Alexia, you lost your family too. Alexia’s little sister, Alba, was also very close to you and their mother had practically raised you.

Alexia pulls you into a hug, one you don’t fight as your emotions come crashing down and you grasp her jersey tightly as you hold onto her for dear life.

She lets you cry, herself quietly crying into your hair. The two of you stay like that for a while, unknowingly calming each other and when you pull away from her, the defeated expression on your face makes her heart break even more.

“I'm so sorry, God I’m so sorry Y/N I wish I had never said those things, I’m so sorry -” she’s ranting but all you can focus on is the way the lights of the pitch make her eyes shine even more and suddenly you’re back to your younger self who’s crush on her best friend was obvious to everyone, except to said friend.

Her words die in her throat as you reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before your hand moves to cup her face and she leans into your touch.

“Just promise me to never do it again.” you whisper, you had forgiven her the moment you left but she didn’t know that.

Alexia slowly moves closer to you, your bodies flush.

“Never ever again.” she nods truthfully and you pull her closer, her own hands holding you impossibly close by your waist. You contemplate for a second, wondering if this is the right thing to do but as you gaze into her eyes, all your doubts vanish.

Both of you melt into the kiss and Alexia savors the moment, it had been something she wanted to do since the two of you were 16 and making your international debut together.

“I love you.” you mutter on her lips.

“I love you endlessly.” she confesses before pulling you into another kiss and the two of you stand in each other's hold under the few lights lighting up the pitch.

You were definitely more than happy to be back from Lyon.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #futbol16

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determinate-negation · 1 year ago

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Hi, I do absolutely promise that this is in good faith, and I'm only asking bc I am genuinely worried about this: I'm not Jewish, but I've been keeping an eye on spikes of real antisemitism in France (most recently being the murder of a Jewish woman in Lyon who had a swastika tagged on her door, + antisemitic words being spray painted in front of stores in Paris like "Jews are not welcome here", sprayed on walls like "The only good Jew is a dead Jew" + star of David tagged onto walls in Jewish neighbourhoods) and I have to wonder how like. we're going to address this and keep Jewish people safe while never losing sight of protesting for Palestine. I think we should be doing the latter nonstop and nothing should deter us from this, but I also really want to make sure Jewish people in the diaspora are safe. The narrative in France from the media and politicians are very focused on antisemitism but never give the same energy to the carpet-bombing in Gaza or the settler attacks/pogroms of Palestinians in the West Bank, so I know we can't really trust them to go about it. Especially since the "combatting antisemitism" rhetoric always comes with violent anti-Arab racism and anti-immigrant rhetoric.

Since the media and politicians can't be trusted on this front, I wonder how we, on the left, can act. This feels very dangerous for people in the Jewish diaspora, and while I know so many are out protesting for Palestine as well, I also don't want them to feel abandoned by the left regarding acts of antisemitism that likely isn't even caused by advocates for Palestine themselves, but from right-wing/fash opportunists.

How do we combat this?

organizing, solidarity, having people make it clear that they dont tolerate antisemitism if/when it arises. like you cant control who comes to a protest or who does some kind of thing but you can control how its reacted to. that sets a precedent and so on. more than anything FIGHTING THE CONFLATION OF JEWS AND ISRAEL, WHICH ZIONISTS PURPOSEFULLY CONTINUE AT THE COST OF ALL OF OUR SAFETY. all these governments "fighting" antisemitism that is being misdirected at jews because of israels crimes by fascisticly shutting down criticism of israel and arresting muslims en masse are doing probably the worst possible thing and are creatiing conditions for an actual fucking pogrom. there has to be a movement to disattach jews and jewish safety from the interests of these (generally antisemitic anyways) racist imperialist european states. developing the jewish anti zionist movement further, having it be present in the pro palestine movement and there being solidarity and communication is the only answer. i dont know what else to say, im literally just a random person im not like an expert on anything. i dont know what the political situation is like in france. i cant really speak to it. in the us there havent been things like that happening on the same scale, and instances of antisemitism related to pro palestine things have been quickly denounced. but thats america... antisemitism also was never as strongly institutionalized here nor did it have the same long standing basis as france, which literally still has towns named "death to the jews" that the inhabitants dont want to change

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Reine - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Wrist Kisses

Summary: Your twin brother was getting ready to travel the world and what better way to send him off than a week-long get together with him and your friends in a remote town outside Lyon, France.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Word Count: 12.0k (I got carried away)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cursing, slight angst, brief heartbreak, weddings, bittersweet, last chapter :(

A/N: Happy New Year!! This is the last chapter, it has been an honor writing this story for you all. What started off as a silly idea that I blabbed to my best friend with that quickly became acknowledged by others. I’m so glad that you have enjoyed, shared, and liked this story. I hope you guys enjoy reading the last chapter and I look forward to writing out more smaller drabbles of Kylian and Reine. <3

Note: There is an image of the dress the reader wears but it doesn’t represent the intended skin color, hair, etc of her.

Kylian had called you later that day, his voice thrilled but withholding.

“I promise it’s nothing to worry about,” he said. “I don’t want you struggling to sleep. I’ll tell you when I land in person—okay, I have to go, bye! I love you!”

Before you could respond, he hung up the phone and you just let out a laugh out of bewilderment. The phone call hadn’t even been a minute long and the fact that your heart didn’t squeeze in anxiousness, made you feel happy.

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The drive back to Paris had gone fast and peaceful. Theo drove the first three hours and then you switched with him for the last two hours. The two of you talked about school and his first destination spots, including the one he was most excited about. A part of you felt jealous that he was going to be traveling while you’d be stuck in uni, but you had one more year before you’d be taking on the world.

Instead of going back to your apartment, you decided to head home, where Theo and your mom lived. You usually spent most of the break with her, even if the apartment you shared with Lili and Ana was thirty minutes away.

Theo and you were gathering your bags out of his car and the other supplies he had brought when you heard the front door open. Your mother met you halfway, engulfing you in a hug, “Oh, mon bébé, it’s so good to see you!”

“I saw you a week ago, Mamam,” you laugh in her embrace, wanting to return the hug but your hands are full. You kiss her cheek instead.

“I know, but I always miss you when you are away,” she says.

You smile at her, reminding yourself to visit her more often now that Theo would be gone. You had stayed close to home when deciding uni, not wanting to leave your mother alone, but somehow the distance still felt far for her.

She lets you go and you hoist your suitcase up the stairs to your childhood bedroom. The walls were painted maroon, a color that you were glad you chose instead of the vibrant teal blue that Ana wanted you to get. Your twin-sized bed tucked against the wall because you always craved for more floor space.

You set the suitcase down, running your hands against the white bed sheets. You hadn’t come up to the room often, wanting to memorialize the person you were in high school and younger years of school. The room in your apartment was the current you, but this, this was your building ground.

Pictures of you and the group thumb-tacked against the wall. Pictures of you and your father. You move a picture of you and Theo, knowing that the person being covered with another picture was Kylian. Kylian looked into the camera with a shy smile, Theo’s arms draped around the both of you. You had to be around fourteen during this time.

Your eyes go to another picture. One in which you are all older and in high school, Kylian’s presence is still covered. This picture was of everyone, including Ana’s ex-girlfriend. You slide the picture more to show Kylian. He looked exhausted but what caught your attention was who Kylian was looking at. You. You had been standing next to Lili and Kylian seemed to be focused on you, his hands in his pockets as his eyes looked fondly at you.

You feel yourself smiling to yourself as you pinch the image between your fingers.

You unzip your suitcase and carefully dig for Kylian’s daisies and vase. You had taped the dandelion against the vase so that it stayed preserved. You pull out the daisies and tie them together with a rubber band, hanging them upside down on your wall for the moment. You wanted to keep them and knew that preserving them was a delicate process. You close your suitcase and tuck it away.

There’s a knock on the door that interrupts you, you turn slowly towards it, Theo stands at the door with an envelope in his hand. He smiles softly, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He flaps the envelope in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it, “Um, Papa wrote you a letter before you went to Mexico. You were supposed to open it when you got back before school started…when he’d be away on his business trip, but it got lost.”

A business trip to Madrid that he’d never make.

You furrow your eyebrows and your heart suddenly feels tight, “A letter?”

Theo nods, “Yeah. I was supposed to give it to you but you know…I misplaced it and I thought I lost it for years. I found it the other day when I was packing my bags. I didn’t want to give it to you on the trip, thinking it’d be too heavy, so here.”

He walks towards you sheepishly and hands you the envelope. It felt dusty and the corners of it seemed to have been bent, one torn off. You look up at him and he gives you another reassuring smile. “Did you get one?”

“I did, years ago,” he chuckles. “I still have it.”

You turn the envelope in your hands. It had still been sealed shut so no one else had read it. You are slightly shocked as you look at your dad’s handwriting. Reine. It had been so long since you had last seen the way he would write your name. The ‘R’ swooping around the rest of the letters, to dot the ‘i.’ The capital “N” he would write instead of a lowercase one.

Theo gives you a kiss on your forehead and then closes your door, leaving you in your own silence.

You sit on your bed and take a deep breath. All you had wanted when you were younger was more time to express your appreciation for all that your father had done for you and Theo. Him somehow getting the last word in, made you feel nauseous but warm.

You rip the top flap of the envelope open, hesitating to slip the piece of paper out. This would be the last bit you would have of him and you wanted to dwell on it for a moment.

You set the envelope aside and unfold the letter, tears already brimming your eyes as you look at the date. It was written two days before he got into his car accident. You take a deep breath before you read the first lines:

Ma petite Reine, you have grown so fast in front of me and this was your first big trip. The first time out of the country! I can’t wait for you to continue exploring the world and hear about everything that you saw in Mexico. Mexico being the first country is a little shocker, why couldn’t you go to Spain? Why must you go across the sea?

You chuckle at his words and wipe away a few tears.

Anyway, I’m glad you’ve gotten out there. I want you to. You deserve it. I see the way you stay up hours studying and learning material. You are going to do so good in school and I want you to follow your passion. Right now, it seems to be chemistry, and if it’s chemistry, go for it, ma Reine. Even if you’re the only one doing it. If it changes, chase that one too.

But don’t chase a boy.

You cover your mouth to let out another laugh. Your father had heard too many conversations of your crushes growing up.

Kylian seems to have grown a crush on you, which is not something I like to hear from a raging hormonal fifteen year old boy. He told me one day while we were out putting together the shed, but I’ve seen it brewing long before.

Your eyebrows furrow at his comments about Kylian. Your father and Kylian had a nice relationship, that you can recall. Theo, Laurent, Kylian, and Kylian’s little brother, Ethan, would tag along with your dad on trips to do mundane tasks—like to the hardware store, or to play football down the street.

But when he talked to Kylian about this crush, you can’t recall when, if any, shift in mood happened. The shed, however, had been finished almost six months before your father passed away, so it had been a while. Months before Kylian’s taunting started.

He wanted my permission to ask you on a date to the movies. And I nearly knocked him down the ladder.

You grin through tears. Your father had always been protective of you, especially when you started getting into liking boys. The idea of you coming of age to have a crush on boys nearly gave him a heart attack.

I see the way you and Kylian hang out. He is a sweet kid, Reine, but don’t abandon your dreams for him. He wants to go big and make it into the league—and he will. I know it. But, Reine, don’t give up on your dreams to follow him. You first, always.

However, you’ll be proud to know that I suggested he ask you to a picnic instead. I know you hate the idea of movies as a first date, and if by the time you read this letter, he hasn’t asked you out, pretend you didn’t know. He’s been working up the courage.

I’m only giving you permission because he seems nervous—not because I told him I’d pull out all his teeth one by one if I found out he hurt you.

You smirk at his words. He had known you for sure, and god did you miss him.

I kind of pity him. He doesn’t seem to know how to express his thoughts correctly, and despite me trying to correct him, I think it will take time. So give him a chance. I like him and he’s respectful, but he needs a little more guidance, so don’t be upset with him if he seems unsure about something. Be patient and talk it out, he’ll listen. I would hate for you to stop being friends on something he screwed up with if this doesn’t work out.

If only you knew, Papa.

I’m not saying you should go on this date with him, I highly discourage it if anything, but if there is one guy I would want you to end up with, it’s Kylian. He’ll protect you when I no longer can and the way he looks at you—it makes me want to slap him for looking at my daughter that way—but it’s also everything a father would want for their daughter.

I want you to be happy, nevertheless, so don’t beat yourself up if you don’t like him back or he is too immature for you. Time will only tell.

Okay, enough about him, I’m not sure why I decided to go on a tangent about him. I think it’s because I started dating your mother at this age. I know that you’re starting to think about boyfriends and what not, but I want you to be happy, regardless if you’re with someone or not. Be happy with yourself first. The right person will come along when it’s time. I promise.

I’m beyond proud of the woman you are becoming. Swear on it, me and your mom are the proudest parents of all of France. I want you to keep on traveling, but if it’s something that you don’t enjoy as much as your brother does, don’t do it. That goes for anything. Don’t waste your time on things you dislike.

The group of friends you have are amazing, I don’t want you to lose them. I want to see them grow up and see who they become. You and Theo created a good group and I’m so glad you have them, ma petite Reine. Your future traveling buddies.

Oh and one more thing, good luck for the next school year. This one will get a little tougher, but not as tough as the next one. You got it. You’re prepared. You may get more busy with studying for these different classes, but make time to spend time with your friends—and us, your parents and brother.

Call me when you get back from Mexico, I should already be in Madrid.

Gros bisous, Papa

You fold the letter back up and stifle the sob that escapes your mouth. You knew it was going to be heartfelt and long based on the sheer length of it but this was beyond. He had written the letter as if you had more time together. You never got to tell him about your trip to Mexico, let alone the falling out with Kylian.

You couldn’t even imagine if you had read this during the time you were supposed to. How awfully everything would have been different. How you would know about Kylian’s crush, but him never acting on it and instead acting out.

God, that probably would have been so much worse. Your mind drags on thinking about the what if’s and you shake your head, trying to get rid of them.

You were a bit upset that the entirety of the letter had been about Kylian and the idea of you starting to date. You wanted more of him—something about his travels, something that happened at work, or something that he built in the garage. So many letters that he had written to you in the past were stuffed in the bottom drawer of your dresser, their corners sticking out.

Your father hadn’t been thinking his last letter would be about a boy, so you appreciate it wholeheartedly either way. These words would have served you so much better as a teenager, but even now as an adult, they help you understand him and Kylian. Especially the parts of Kylian he knew before he passed away. He liked him a lot.

There’s a knock on your door and you know it’s Theo by the way his knocks rattle against it. You sink down to the edge of your bed and sob into your knees. Theo’s arms are around you fast, encasing you.

He holds you as your body continues to shake. Going back to uni in a couple of weeks was going to be a lot more difficult, but you were healing.

Theo wraps his hand around your head, pulling you closer to him, “He’s proud of you, Reine.”

“I know,” you croak, your sobs go quiet. Soft giggles escape your mouth before you can stop yourself. You fling the letter in front of him and he lets out a snort.

“And here I thought you were sad.”

You wipe your tears, picking up your head. You muster up a sad smile, “I am. I miss him so much. He wanted me to call him when I came back from Mexico.”

Theo frowns, his hand clutching yours, “I’m sorry I lost the letter.”

“It’s okay,” you say, sniffling. It was true. “I think I would be a completely different person had I read this after I returned.”

“You think so?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

Theo’s thumb brushes up against your cheek, wiping away the last bits of your tears, “He told me to watch out for you—although you probably wouldn’t need it.”

You laugh and lean your head onto him, “He was such an amazing father.”

Theo nods, “He was. Taught me everything I need to know to be just like him.”

“I wish he was still here.”

“You and I both,” he sighs.

Memories of your father flash through your mind, but they’re brief, quick flashes. Him tucking you into bed. Him singing you ‘happy birthday’ with a single cupcake and a candle lit. Him teaching Theo how to drive while you sat in the back seat. And his overall patience when he taught you new things. He had built you a bookshelf, showing and explaining each tool, each measurement, each screw and nail. He showed you how to use each tool and you felt so powerful holding that knowledge, having curated a little wooden house the next day.

You stare at the now painted and sanded down house in the corner of your desk. Then, it suddenly dawned on you. You rip out of Theo’s arm and he stares at you with panicked, curious eyes as you throw open your suitcase. You grab your clothes and move them, searching for Kylian’s mug. You grab it and stare at it in awe.

It was the exact replica of the house you had created years ago on your desk.

The black strokes matched the edges you painted in black. And the vibrant red roof is the exact same. The crooked window is tilted nearly the same angle and the door is the same: a crescent moon shape as the window and its doorknob on the right side.

“Holy shit,” you whisper. You felt so incredibly slow for not recognizing the house earlier. Your mind was wrapped around too many things to have noticed.

Theo is still blatantly confused on the floor as you bring the mug to the house. You stutter, “Kylian’s a fucking wizard.”

“What?”

The two of you hear the doorbell go off and you almost want to laugh at the coincidence. Every neuron in your brain telling you who that was before you even have to take a guess. You put the mug down and fold the letter, tucking it back into the envelope and laying it against your desk.

Theo stands up, following closely behind you.

You can already make out Kylian’s frame through the stained glass window of the front door. You open it and Kylian immediately erupts into laughter as rain starts pouring down behind him. He holds a bouquet of yellow daffodils in his hand, tied together with a string. You shake your head grinning as you pull him into a hug. He picks you up a bit as he squeezes you tighter, making sure the flowers don’t get ruined.

“You have the face,” he says. “Spill it.”

You take in his piney smell and the smell of the rain already sinking into his hoodie. You can feel Kylian unclasp one of his arms around you to greet Theo. Then, you hear the door shut and you pull away from him.

He kisses your forehead, “I’m happy to see you too.”

“I’m so in love with you,” you admit and he furrows his eyebrows.

“Hmm,” his eyes squint as he flicks your forehead, “I think you might have carbon monoxide poisoning.”

You can’t help but burst into a smile and he snickers, leaning down to give you a soft but eager kiss. A hand of his sneaks to your neck and he notices your eyes are still brimmed red when he pulls back, “Have you been crying?"

You nod, “I read a letter from my dad.”

His eyebrows raise, “A letter? Oh, that’s sweet.”

“It was sad, but I’m okay.”

He leans his head against yours gingerly before standing up, “Okay. C’mon, let's go inside before we both get sick out here. The wind is picking up.”

You nod, grabbing for the flowers from his hand as you open the door for him. Your mom stands on the other side of the door, clapping her hands, “Kylian! I am so happy to see you again.”

Kylian pulls your mom into a hug, a grin spreading across his face, “It’s good to see you again, it’s been what—a year?” Kylian sends you a look as you tilt your head confused. He saw her a year ago? He winks at you as you walk further into the house, going towards the kitchen to grab you and Kylian a water bottle.

He laughs at something your mom says and you can’t help but to feel your heart warm.

“Go,” you hear your mom say. “Food will be ready in about an hour.”

“Oh, that’s great,” Kylian replies.

You open the fridge and feel Kylian’s presence as he beams at you. The tan coat he had been wearing now under his arm, leaving him in his hoodie. You give him the other water bottle and close the door, leading him upstairs to your bedroom.

As the two of you pass Theo’s bedroom, he yells, “No funny business!”

You and Kylian laugh as you enter your bedroom. You set the daffodils on your desk momentarily.

“Wow,” Kylian says in awe. He spins around as his eyes scan your room, “I haven’t been in here in years.”

“Glad to know you didn’t snoop around when you came over.”

He grins, “Never.” He sits down on your bed and bounces, “Tiny little bed.”

You laugh, “Shush.”

He holds out his arms for you, beckoning you over. You go towards him and he pulls you into a hug, kissing you repeatedly on your neck.

“I’m surprised you haven’t torn apart this room wondering what the meeting was about.”

You giggle, “You’d be surprised to know that my world doesn’t stop turning because you had a meeting.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

He pushes himself against the wall, his legs dangling off the bed. You lay in between his thighs and cross your legs so that you don't slip off the bed. His hands wrap around your stomach as he leans his head down into your neck, his breathing fanning against your skin.

You rub your hands against his calves, squeezing them through his black trousers, “What was the meeting about?”

“I’m getting put on loan.”

Instead of your heart clenching, you just feel relaxed. He hadn’t even told you where but you knew wherever he went, the two of you would be fine.

He kisses your neck, “To PSG.”

This, however, makes you freeze. You whip your head towards him, “What?”

He breaks out into a smile, the crinkles in his eyes deepening, “I’m coming home, mon amour.”

“No way.”

He nods, “Yes. I’m glad no one told you and you didn’t go searching it up online.”

You let the scream of excitement that bubbles in your throat come out and he winces and then chuckles. You reach up to kiss him on his dimple, “That makes me so much happier.”

“Me too,” he sighs. “Yesterday, when I called you, I was at the airport waiting for my flight here. I went to tell my mom about making the French team and then after that excitement died down, I told her about moving to PSG and she started crying.” He laughs and you just stare at him in silent awe. “I thought I gave her a heart attack.”

You laugh, pinching yourself that this was real.

“But anyway, I’m already looking at apartments. Right now, I’m at home with my mom,” he says, his hand toying with the material of your shirt. “I drove here without the GPS.”

He had remembered the route on how to get to your house from his and that made you let out an endearing smile, “Aww.”

“Okay, okay, enough about me.” You watch as he leans his head against the wall, his eyes glancing at the pictures of when you were kids. His hands leave your shirt as he traces the edges of them and then he laughs, “God, Reine, you were so blind.”

He’s staring at the picture of him looking at you fondly and your cheeks heat up. You close your eyes as he laughs.

“That little house you drew on your mug,” you start.

You feel him turn his neck and look towards your desk instinctively. You can feel the dip of his stomach as he laughs, “I see you figured that out.”

“How did you remember the house?”

His hands clutch your waist, “Because Reine, you were so proud of it when you showed it to me. You wouldn’t stop talking about it. I was ready to critique the window, but then I saw the carved out moon and I knew that there was no way I could top that.” You feel him shrug, “I don’t know, I thought it was really impressive. It stayed on my mind for a while.”

You snort, “Ahh, so you were jealous?”

“Definitely.”

You laugh, “That is sweet.”

“I did think it was marvelous Reine.” He kisses your temple. “I missed your art.”

You smile at his words. Despite him being impressed with your work, you were more captivated at his memory. How he remembered the details of the house was touching. He hadn’t seen the house in years, but he remembered the window being angled to the left.

He hums, “Although, you forgot one.”

“Forgot what?”

He pats your thighs and you sit up. He slides out from you and walks towards your window, kneeling down at the curtain. You lean forward to get a better view of what he was doing. He turns the curtain around and there taped up against the inside of it is a plastic daffodil.

Your jaw drops, “No way. How long has that been there?”

He peels the daffodil from the curtain and twirls it in his finger, holding it out towards you, “I put it here when we were fourteen. After I got you that bouquet for Valentine’s Day. Although I had hoped you found this years ago.”

You cover your mouth with your hands in just pure awe, “We could’ve had the greatest love story as kids.”

He chuckles, “We still can, hopefully I don’t ruin this one, too.”

You swat at his shoulder, “Kyks!”

“I’m kidding.”

“Are there any more surprises I should beware of?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

You take the daffodil from his hands reluctantly and you notice the collection of dust it had started to collect. Your eyes go to the yellow dandelion taped against his blue-green stained vase. You squint. You don’t really remember Kylian being obsessed with flowers as kids but maybe he had picked up on it now. “Kylian.”

He climbs to his spot behind you, “Hmm?”

“Did you get a dandelion and daffodil confused?”

You can feel his chest shake before you hear his laugh, “I did.”

The two of you share a small laugh.

“They are both yellow,” he explains. “I thought they were the same thing but then I realized one of them was a weed—and you weren’t going to tell me?”

“You were so happy about it I didn’t want to ruin your moment.”

He shakes his head, “And then the daisies, I saw them so I stuck with the flowers that started with a ‘d.’ My next one to find is a dahlia—but I hear those are difficult to find in the winter.”

His sudden knowledge about flowers made your insides feel gooey. You peck his chiseled jaw and he leans his head down into your lips.

“I’m serious, I’m getting you that dahlia,” he murmurs before he kisses you again. His hand grabs a hold of your outstretched neck and his entire hand being gently planted on your neck makes you shiver. His entire palm spanned across your neck and tips of his fingertips reached the nape of your neck.

He pulls back with a shaky breath, and a small moan escapes your mouth. He smirks as his eyes look back at your door. A mischievous grin spreads on his face but he shakes his head. The two actions are a juxtaposition.

He lets out a trembling sigh, “I think we’d break your bed, Reine.”

“Only one way to find out.”

His eyes scan yours, his grin widening, “Perhaps.”

You slip out from his grip and are quick to straddle his thighs. You let out a huff at the sudden stretch of your thighs. His hands slip underneath your shirt and he roams the small of your back, connecting his lips on yours. Your hands are already cradling his head as you sink your hips lower into his.

He lets out a small grunt, pressing his hands tighter against your back. You can already feel his bulge against his pants and he groans at the growing tightness.

Before your hands can reach down to touch him, there’s a knock on the door that startles the both of you. You swing off of him as he slowly brings his knees up to hide his boner. He lets out a pained sigh.

“Reine!” Your mother calls out on the other end of the door.

“Yes, Mama?” You call back, trying to sound calm.

“Food is ready.”

“Okay! We’ll be down there soon,” you say. You listen for her footsteps to walk away and then you and Kylian let out heavy breaths.

He groans, “Is this what highschool would’ve been like if we were together?”

You shake your head, trying to hide the embarrassment from almost getting caught, “Unfortunately.”

He pinches at his pants and sighs. His breathing is heavy as you watch his stomach rise and fall, “I love you.”

A smile tugs at your lips as you get up, “I love you.” You lean over to kiss him but he turns away so your lips land on his cheek.

“No, no, you’re going to excite him more,” he protests, pushing you away.

Your face twists in disgust but you laugh anyway, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

He eyes you and you try to not let his trailing eyes make you more flustered but they do. You look away and toss his coat at him, “Vamos.”

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ONE DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING

“Mamam,” you groan, calling out for your mother. Why she decided to wait until the final minute to buy a dress for the wedding, was beyond you. You put the dress she disapproved of back onto the rack, waiting for her to try on the other dress.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you take a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting area, you see Kylian’s face on the screen. His contact picture being the picture you took of him at the waterfall: Kyki.

“Hey,” you smile to yourself as you answer. You hear him shuffle around on the other end.

“Oh wow, hi,” he sounds breathless and you furrow your eyebrows but remain content. “I didn’t expect you to answer.”

“Why is that?”

“Thought you’d be prancing around with Ana,” he teases.

You let out a small laugh, “Cute. What’s up?”

He blows out a raspberry, “So I got a new car.”

“Mmm,” you mumble, closing your eyes and momentarily imagining the luxury to suddenly buy a new car.

“Anyway.” You can hear the sound of a car door closing, the wind blowing into the phone. “I wanted to steal you for coffee and a book.”

“That sounds refreshing, mon amour, but unfortunately I’m stuck at the mall with my mom buying her a dress for the wedding.”

You can hear the lace of confusion in his voice, “Right now?”

“Mmhmm.”

He kisses his teeth, “I’d expect nothing less.”

You grin, “Maybe I can squeeze out of here in an hour.”

“Yes, do that,” Kylian encourages and then he chuckles into the phone, “or I could persuade her.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Anything for you, but okay, I’ll text you in an hour, kisses, ma chérie,” you hear him making kissing noises on the phone and you cringe while shaking your head, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you laugh, hanging up the phone.

Your mom comes out of the fitting room with a light pink colored dress on, “I love this one.”

You give her a small smile, “It looks lovely.”

And it does. Your mind shifts to your father, he always loved her in pink.

She stares at herself in the mirror with a fond smile on her face and you blink away your tears. She was most likely thinking the same thing.

She changes out of the dress and you pay for it at the register. Any other day you would have flinched at the price but not today, you wanted her to feel and look special at the wedding too. Ana’s mom, Guadalupe, and your mom had become close friends through the friendship of you and Ana.

You drive back to the house in content silence. As you pull into your driveway, you see Kylian and Theo on the front lawn. Theo was slouched in a lawn chair while Kylian had found the hammock in storage and tied it up between the trees.

A smile spreads across his lips as he sees you step out.

“Mes chéris!” he yells. He carefully rolls out of the hammock and saunters towards you, taking your face into his hands and giving you a kiss on your cheek. He then goes around the car to help your mother out of the car. She gives him the dress to hold and he lets out a hoot. “This is really nice!”

“Merci, Kylian,” your mother says. Theo grabs the dress from Kylian and accompanies her inside. Kylian grins at you from the other side of the car. You hadn’t even closed the door yet and at this point, there was no point of doing so.

You motion to get inside and he ducks down, getting inside.

“Don’t kill me now, Reine,” he says as he puts his seat belt on.

“Oh shut up,” you shush. He snickers, leaning over to kiss you. “I thought you said you bought a new car, where is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“For who?”

“You.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I don’t want a new car. I appreciate this old Honda.” You tap on your steering wheel and he chuckles.

“I want you to see it when I pick you up for the wedding,” he says, leaning against the headrest. His hand finds your thigh, strumming his fingers along it.

“Is it nice?” you look at him curiously. The black long sleeve shirt hugging his shoulders made him look extremely nice that you do a double take as you turn the car on.

He nods, “I think you’d like it.”

“I don’t need fancy cars to woo me, Ky,” you say, still not having backed out of the driveway.

“I know,” he winks.

You roll your eyes while letting out a laugh, “Just making sure.”

You finally put the car in reverse and back out, driving to an old cafe that you and the group had spent some study sessions at. Kylian had shown up a couple of times to it so you weren’t sure if he was going to remember it.

It wasn’t that very far so you arrive quickly and you glance at Kylian to see if he’s remembered the cafe. The surrounding stores had changed but not this quaint one.

He gives you a knowing smile, “You’re sweet.”

You let out a laugh as you park the car, “I think Sylvie will be the happiest to see you. She’s like your number one fan.”

Sylvie was the owner of the cafe and barista who was well in her late sixties. She had watched you and the group grow up here.

“Ahh, Sylvie,” he whispers. “You’d be surprised to know I have visited her.”

“God, and that photo of you on the wall,” you roll your eyes. “I would hate seeing it.”

He lets out a loud laugh, “You could never escape me, I love it.”

He steps out and meets you on the other side, holding your hand as you walk in. The same bell that you had heard for years jingles as you enter and Sylvie turns towards it.

Her face lights up immediately, “Oh! Reine.” She clasps her hands as she walks around the counter to stand in front of you. She pulls you into a hug and you smile in her embrace. She squeezes you and sways before she pulls back. “And Kylian, come here.”

He chuckles as he bends down to hug down, “It’s good to see you.”

“My heart is absolutely exploding at the sight of you two,” she beams. She watches Kylian pull you in closer to him. “Aww, Kylian, you finally got the girl.”

“I did,” he says proudly, kissing your head.

Your heart swoons and you have to blink away your tears for the second time of the day. You thought you would be bringing Kylian to Sylvie, but instead it seemed it was the other way around.

“I’ll bring you your drinks out quickly. Go sit,” she ushers.

Kylian leads you to a tiny table in the corner and takes a seat in front of you. The ghost of a smile has yet to leave his lips.

“Where’s your book?” he asks.

“Where’s yours?”

“Touché,” he smirks.

You debate on telling him what the letter said. He hadn’t asked about it and you knew he wasn’t going to, he was too respectful to even think about it. You think about how telling him what your father said would change anything. Did Kylian know what he thought of him? You didn’t know.

Sylvie comes by and sets two hot lattes on the table and the two of you thank her and she walks away.

Maybe he did deserve to know.

“The letter my dad wrote…it was written to me a few days before he passed away,” you start. Your eyes skim up to his and his soften. You play with the handle of the mug. “He wrote about you.”

There’s a small crease in his eyebrows as he brings his mug to his lips, taking a sip, “Really?”

You clear your throat, “I was supposed to read it before school started but I never got the chance. Anyway, he said you were a sweet kid, that you were respectful and he liked you a lot.”

Kylian leans back in his seat, a slight smile tugging on his lips, and a blush? Were his cheeks really turning slightly pink or were you imagining it? His eyes dart to his mug.

“But you lacked guidance,” you say, your voice light.

He chuckles, “Guidance?”

You nod, “That you don’t know how to express your thoughts correctly.”

He raises his eyebrows, his jaw dropping, “I mean he wasn’t wrong.”

“Never that,” you say and the two of you share a laugh. His knees underneath the table bump into yours but he doesn’t move them away. “You told him you had a crush on me.”

He nearly chokes on his spit and shakes his head, “No, no, he ripped it out of me.”

You throw your head back in laughter, somehow, this had sounded very likely.

“Theo had been talking about this girl and then your dad just straight up put me on the spot like, ‘Hey, stop looking at my daughter that way.’ I was so embarrassed,” he laughs. “But then yeah, I told him.” He says it so casually, like this wouldn’t have changed a decent part of your life had you known when you were fifteen.

You toss a plastic covered straw towards him and he chortles. You titter, “You were never going to tell me anything.”

He rubs his eyes with his hands, shying away, “You know why.”

“My dad also said he’d pull out your teeth one by one if you’d ever hurt me, he’s probably rolling in his grave right now.”

He laughs, “Ahh yes, I remember him telling me that.”

“You probably would’ve killed him yourself had he found out what you’ve done,” you joke and he shakes his head.

His hands reach for yours, kissing the inside of each wrist, “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up, ma belle.”

His words warm your body up as his lips linger on your wrist. Your father had been right about him after all.

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DAY OF THE WEDDING

Ana had told the group to arrive at the wedding a bit earlier than the rest of the guests, so that you all could take photos. So here you were, patting down your navy dress to make sure it hadn’t been wrinkled from sitting down. After fixing Theo’s tie, you go back upstairs to your bedroom, zipping up your suitcase.

The venue of the wedding was a hotel, Ana’s step-dad having rented the entire place for the next couple of days. It was where you and Kylian were going to stay for the night, as well as the rest of the group and any other wedding guests that wanted to.

Kylian was now on his way to pick you up while Theo would be leaving soon to get Lili.

You pack the little wooden house in your bag and put the flowers safely in a bag to bring back to your apartment. You smile at the fake daffodil that had now been cleaned, tucking it into your suitcase.

“Do you have space for this?” a voice says from the door and you turn to look at Kylian, having recognized it. He holds a yellow dahlia that had been stored in a resin-filled cube.

You grin, your eyes skimming to his all navy suit. His dark shirt and tie contrast so well that you immediately sneak your hands inside his suit, kissing him. He smiles as his hand wraps around your waist.

“You look lovely.”

“Thank you, you look dashing,” you kiss his dimple as you pull back, looking down at the dahlia.

“There weren’t any dahlias in store,” he frowns. “But I was able to find this.”

You take it in your hands. Your cheeks ache from smiling, “You keep giving me gifts when I have yet to get you anything, mon beau.” He slips his hands into his pockets as you place the flower into your suitcase, next to his vase.

“Your presence is enough, it always is.” His eyes have a delicate stare as he looks at you, his lips curving up, “Let's go to the wedding.”

You zip up your suitcase and he grabs it, carrying it downstairs. Your mom was already gone so you made sure to lock the door behind you, tucking the key under the lawn chair.

As you get up, you see Kylian’s new car, a shiny black Porsche. You didn’t know much about cars but you could spot a Porsche from a mile away. You raise your eyebrows, “Oh okay, that’s nice.”

He wears a smug look and you almost want to take the compliment back. “I told you’d like it.”

“It has a sparkle.”

His face immediately cringes, “Don’t say sparkle.”

You eye the car as he opens the trunk, setting the suitcase in. You tease, “A certain kind of glimmer.”

“Shh,” he groans, closing the trunk and walking towards the passenger side. He gives your cheek a kiss as he opens the door for you. “Ma Reine.”

“Thank you,” you say. Your eyes land on the watch he wears and for some reason, it looks attractive. That little accessory makes you eye him as he walks around the side of the car. As he gets near his door, you take note of the black-leathered interior of the car. It still had that brand new car smell and the leather swarmed your nose.

You take a deep breath. Maybe you could get used to this.

His hand brushes your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. Your hand lands on top of his and he starts driving to the venue.

The drive is a bit long with traffic but Kylian drives safe, never swerving into lanes in a haste. And then as he pulls into the venue, he parks the car with such ease that you purse your lips from making a snide comment. How you wished you could easily park like that. And this car is new? Pssht.

He kisses your hand, “Wait here.” He exits and comes around, opening the door and holding out his hand for you. You fix his tie as you step out and you see Laurent’s brown curls bouncing behind Kylian. Oh god.

“Kyki!” Laurent yells, pressing down on Kylian’s shoulders. Kylian lets out a grimace but then smiles, pulling Laurent into a hug. Simone struts confidently with her heels towards the two of you.

“Oh my, you look so good,” she says, immediately stealing you from Kylian. She wears a bright yellow dress that contrasts eloquently against her dark skin. Laurent has a black tuxedo on with a matching yellow tie and you smile.

“Thank you, you look breathtaking, Simone,” you gush. The two of you exchange kisses and then Laurent pulls you into a hug. He seems overly excited and giddy that you wish for a moment you had some of his energy.

“Did you guys just get here?” Kylian asks. His hand finds yours as you four walk towards the large building.

Laurent nods, “Yeah. Ana said to meet her on the third floor.”

“I thought it was the second?” you chime.

Laurent shakes his head, “She just changed it—said the second was where the bride was going to be instead.”

You nod your head. On the opposite side of the entrance, the Eiffel Tower stood. The sun wouldn’t set for another two and a half hours by the time the ceremony started, so the view would be the perfect picture-worthy frame.

Lili and Theo are at the entrance, matching in pink.

You all ride up the elevator taking a group photo with the mirror and Kylian’s arm is wrapped across your waist protectively. Laurent gushes loudly that causes Kylian to give him a smack. You all look disheveled coming out of the elevator as Ana stands there.

She grins, “Ahh!”

You all rush her into a group hug, careful not to get her emerald green dress messed up.

“Okay, okay, come on, follow me for pictures,” she says. She takes us through the foyer of the third floor and your eyes scan the building. Her family being able to rent out the entire hotel had amazed you. The room you and Kylian were supposed to stay in was somewhere on this floor.

Kylian lets out a small whistle, “This place is fucking magnificant.”

You laugh, “Right.” The light scones had gentle incandescent lights that Kylian’s pupils dilated, making him look handsome. The architecture of the wall never let up; every inch of the wall—from the floor to the ceiling, and the start to finish of the hallways—there were patterned designs carved into them.

Ana leads you all to two doors of a garden. You can already see three photographers setting up their lights and cameras. Your face warms from the view behind the photographers. Carefully picked out colorful flowers line the garden into this makeshift Garden of Eden.

“Wow,” Kylian awes.

Ana immediately instructs you all where to stand and which photographer to go with. She only had a small window and needed to make the most of it. You and Kylian pose for photos alone, and then you both join the rest of the group.

You sneak glances of Kylian from time to time, his smile was lighting up the entire room and you felt so lighthearted staring at it.

You all quickly finish with the photos, fanning yourself from the lights, Kylian walks towards you with a smirk, his hands behind your back.

“You better not have stolen a flower,” you joke and his smirk immediately widens.

“Damn,” he brings his hands towards you and in his fingers is a yellow daffodil.

“Kylian!” you scold, knowing the florist had probably spent hours perfecting this area.

He chuckles, “Here, I’ll put it in my pocket instead.” He puts the flower into his suit pocket and lets the head of it stick out.

You kiss him nonetheless, “I love it.”

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The wedding ceremony had gone beautifully. During their exchanging of vows, their words shared to each other seemed to get to you. You felt emotional listening to them but held on to your tears. Kylian’s hand squeezed yours tightly throughout them and when they were finished, he kissed your knuckles.

Now, at the wedding reception, the two of you were separated. You were making your rounds greeting Ana’s family members and Kylian got caught up with other guests. A few of them had recognized him and had been chatting with him for a while. Him being the guy he is, he stayed indulging in conversation, staying interested.

“How do you feel?” you ask Ana as you hand her a drink. She thanks you, throwing it back and you chuckle. There wasn’t even alcohol in it.

“I’m glad there have been no hiccups,” she says. She sounds relieved and you smile, happy for your best friend.

You lean your head down to her shoulder, “You did so well, my love.”

“Thank you, never tell my mother.”

You chuckle, “Never.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Anything new to know?” She raises her eyebrows.

You shrug, “I read a letter my dad wrote that was written a couple of days before he passed away.”

“Woah.”

“Yeah,” you let out a breathy sigh. “It was all about Kylian.”

She lets out a laugh, “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” you laugh with her. “He noticed that he had a crush on me and basically said to be careful but to give him a chance. It was sweet. He had a lot of good words to say about Kyks, and he wrote about how proud of me he was too.”

“Aww.”

“I wish there was more of me though, if I’m being honest.”

“Of course you do,” she sneers. “Wait, so he had noticed? But wasn’t Kylian starting to act like a total prick around that time?”

You shake your head, “No, this would’ve been a couple of months before. I don’t think my father had noticed at the very end. But you know what my dad said about him? That he doesn’t know how to express his thoughts correctly.”

Her jaw drops but then she closes it, “I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“I know,” you groan, “but he immediately defended him. How rude!”

She shakes her head, “Kylian was super shy as a kid and yeah, I remember that, he struggled with expressing his emotions and everything.”

“I wonder what changed.”

“Money and therapy.”

You snort, “Jesus, Ana.”

“I’m kidding,” she says. “Do not tell him I said that, but maybe when he realized his mistake: losing the girl he always wanted because he couldn’t express himself right.”

You want to roll your eyes at her sweet words but it was most likely true. Plus, the hint of shyness in Kylian still followed him around it seemed. He just knew how to deal with it better.

The song changes to a slower one and you watch as the couples on the dancefloor come together, slowing their dancing. Ana lets out a grunt, “I’ll be at the bar ordering something heavy.”

You chuckle as your eyes instinctively search for Kylian. His eyes are already on yours and the light flickers around him and you smile. This was a textbook out-of-a-movie scene. He wraps up his conversation with those people and saunters towards you, a growing grin sweeping his face. You make your way to him and he holds out his hand for you.

His hands wrap around the small back of your waist and he leans his head down close to your ear as the two of you sway slowly to the music. He intakes a deep breath and you reflexively pull back from the ticklish feeling. He leans closer and pecks your neck.

“Goosebumps, cute,” his voice is hoarse. You bite your teeth. You knew what he was up to.

You pinch the skin of his neck softly and he grins. “Stop that.”

“I can’t help it, you look beautiful tonight,” he says. His lips stray by your temple and linger there for a moment.

You pick up your head and eye his lips, they’re slowly turning into a childish smile and you stifle a grin. He’s plotting something and it isn’t going to be subtle.

His head dips down to your neck, kissing the back of your ear before whispering, “Want to get out of here?”

“And go where?” you eyed him suspiciously.

You feel one of his hands release from you and he shuffles his hand into his pocket, jangling a key in front of you. Classic. The hotel room key. He has the biggest smile on your face and you scowl, “Kylian.”

“They won’t notice we’re gone.”

Your thoughts bounce back and forth. The dance floor was pretty crowded and the next song was fading into a faster one. You had already shared your congratulations to Ana’s mom and her husband. Your mother had spoken and danced with you.

You briefly scan the room for the others; Lili and Theo were chatting now at a table, Ana seemed to be flirting with the bartender, and Simone and Laurent were nowhere to be seen. Had they had the same idea?

Who are you kidding, of course they did.

You bite your lip looking back at Kylian who raises his eyebrows. One of his hands takes yours and gives your wrist a kiss. God, he needed to stop doing that.

Your face flushes, “Go.”

He lets out a small, victorious laugh, pulling you closer to him and leads you out of the crowded dance floor. He opens the door of the ballroom and lets you walk through first. He leads you to the elevator, “For a moment I thought you were going to bail.”

“I was,” you admit. “I didn’t want to leave Ana alone.”

“She is going to be in bed with that bartender and you know it,” he snickers.

You nod, “I know, that’s why I came.”

He smiles. The elevator doors open and the two of you walk in. He walks closer to you, leaning his forehead against you, “If you don’t want to come, mon amour, don’t force yourself to.”

You wrap your hands around his neck, giving him a soft kiss, “I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

He kisses your lips back with a bit more need and his hand sneaks through the slit of your dress. His fingertips trace the side of your thigh and you let out a gasp. The delicate feeling of his fingertips make your breath hitch.

The elevator dings before his fingers can travel further and he bites your lip teasingly as he pulls away from the kiss. He sends you a wink, before directing you to your bedroom.

Your cheeks are on fire and your legs are already starting to feel shaky. This was a different side of Kylian and you were enjoying it. He seemed confident and sure of himself around you now. Although there had still been the tinge of shyness in him, it was charming. You had to squint to notice it.

He opens the hotel room and swings the door open, letting you walk through. Your mouth drops in disbelief. There’s a trail of yellow and pink flower petals towards the bed and laying there aren’t red roses, they’re yellow dahlias. The window has the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, its yellow lights already dancing through the unlit room.

“Oh my god,” you mutter. The sound of the door closing brings your attention back to Kylian. He looks proud. “You have to stop doing nice things for me.”

He bends down to peck your nose as he empties his pockets on the small dresser, “After I tormented your youth for years? Never.”

You want to let out a snort in response but you also want to cry. He must’ve gone through hurdles trying to find these dahlias, they weren’t in season at all. And you knew they were real because of the strong scent that they lingered through the room.

Everything that he had been doing this past week was for you and you have to clamp your mouth to stop the sob that wants to escape. He was too perfect.

Everything a father wants for their daughter.

Kylian made it so easy for you to fall in love with him. All those years of silence and regret, he had been making it up in a span of eleven days and was doing it flawlessly. You could tell he wasn’t doing it out of pity or guilt; that he was doing it out of authentic love.

You feel him press his body against your back and his arms wrap around your body. He kisses your shoulder tenderly, “I love you.”

You turn around and press your lips against his. He sucks on your bottom lip unhurriedly while his thumb swipes the tears from your cheek. Your hand wraps around the lapel of his jacket and the other around his neck.

He lets out a contentful sigh as the two of you pull back to catch your breath. He leans his forehead against yours, neither of you breaking eye contact. The glare of the Eiffel Tower shines on his frame.

You let out a sheepish smile, pulling him from his tie, as you walk backwards until the back of your calf brushes up against the bed. His hands are on you before you can sit down. His hands roam your bare thigh and give the back of it a pinch.

“Ouch,” you squirm. His lips go to your neck and leave lazy kisses. Your fingers are already fumbling to undo his tie and he’s chuckling. The sound sends shivers down your back making your fingers tremble.

Finally, you undo the knot and you pull the tie off with haste. Your hands are already slipping to take off his jacket. You manage to fold it in half and toss it towards the corner of the bed.

“Reine,” he murmurs.

“What?” You ask.

His hand sneaks to your hip and his fingers slip through the band of your lace underwear, “Thank you for not wrinkling that jacket.”

You laugh, “It looks expensive.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles. He looks down, his hand now having hitched up the slit and you gasp.

“You tore it!” you push him away gently and he wears a smug grin as he pulls your underwear from your legs. You had felt his hands fumbling around your underwear but you weren’t sure how he got to the other leg. You cringe, “That was a weird feeling.”

He chuckles as he dangles the torn white lace in his finger, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

“I’ll buy you more,” he says. He drops it to the ground and he goes back to kissing your lips. His passion seeping off his lips as he pulls you closer to him. His hands stay on your back, lost in a trance of just kissing you at this moment.

You notice his frozen hands after a couple of seconds and pull back, “You okay?”

His eyes flutter open at you as he catches his breath, “Can I show you?”

“Show me what?”

“How much I love you?”

You give him a tender smile, and this time it’s you bringing his wrist to your lips, “Of course.”

His hand goes to your jaw as he pulls you in for another urgent kiss. Your hands start undoing his shirt and you pull it from his pants. He lets out a moan as you find his belt buckle.

You ghost your knuckles against his bulge and he groans, pressing his hips deeper into your fingers. You smirk and his lips go down to your exposed chest. His hand sneaks inside of the slit of your dress and palms your bare ass. He’s already pulling down the zipper of your dress.

Your fingers undo his button and zipper and you palm him through his boxers. His tip has already leaked precum as you press your thumb against the fabric.

He seethes as he drags the dress down. The moment you remove your hands from him so that the dress can come off, he’s pushing you back onto the bed. He wears a cocky face and you shake your head. He was supposed to be showing you his love but you desperately wanted to return it too.

His eyes roam your body as he unstraps your heels and your cheeks heat up. He was taking his time and you were already sitting up partially. He pulls his pants down but leaves his boxers on.

“Tease,” you mutter.

He chuckles and kisses your ankle. His hands wrap around your knee as he leans towards you, kissing your collar bone. His lips then wrap around your nipple and you fall back onto the bed. His vibrating chuckle makes you hitch your knee up, falling right between his thighs. Your hands immediately tug at the hem of his boxers and he groans, biting down on your nipple.

You let out a moan. His hand toys with your other nipple and then he trails it down to your thighs. You squeeze it once it makes contact with the inner of your thigh. His subtle touch sends jolts to your clit and you shift to get some contact from him but he isn’t giving it. Your fingernails dig into his back and he releases your nipple. He leaves kisses as he sinks down in front of you.

His eyes hitch up towards yours as he kisses your clit. His look and feel alone are enough to get your hips to snap up. His tongue makes contact with your wet clit and he swirls it slowly around. You throw your head back onto the bed, fists clutching the bedsheets and swiping at the dahlias.

“Kylian,” you moan. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them pried open despite you wanting to clamp them around his head. He loops his hand around and presses down on your pelvis. You let out a breathless moan. His thumb makes contact with your clit and rubs circles. His tongue travels down and enters your cunt. You squirm underneath him but he’s quick to hold you down. His strong arms not even working up a sweat. His nose presses up against your sensitive clit and the feel of it was riveting.

His fingers enter you, a wet squelching noise emits as he thrusts them in and out at a slow pace. You roll your hips against him, wanting more contact.

“Stop that,” he scolds, the vibrations of his moan only makes you want to do it more and he chuckles at your defiance.

The pace of his tongue on your clit picks up and you whimper wanting to hold your orgasm for a little longer. But once his fingers curl inside you, you’re a moaning mess. Your legs shake as you feel the tightening of your muscles.

“Kylian!”

“I’m here,” he taunts. The warmth of his mouth tortures you and your legs start shaking. He lets you squeeze his head with your thighs and welcomes your orgasm.

You moan as your come trickles down you while he gets up and kisses your lips. Your mind is still fuzzy from him, so he takes his time planting kisses on your shoulders and neck as you come down. Your hands lazily stroke his back and he chuckles.

Your hands slip down to his boxers, pushing them down. He helps you take them off and spreads your legs with his. Your pelvis meets his bare thigh and you let out a small whimper.

Your thighs are still twitching from your previous orgasm, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush as he places more tender kisses on your face. His hand cradles your head while the other props himself up.

“You look so beautiful,” he mutters.

“I love you,” you breathe, your voice sounds exhausted and he laughs.

His cock brushes against your thigh and he groans. You can feel the halt in his kisses as it happens and you smirk. He may have been putting on a magnificent performance of being dominant right now, but he still had a major weakness when it came to you and accidental touches.

Your hand brushes up against his shaft and his hips immediately buckle down, you tease, “Sorry.”

His head falls into your neck as your fingertips ghost his shaft. It twitches as you wrap your hand around the head. He lets out a shaky breath.

His lips attack the skin near your ear and the sound of his faltering breath makes your breath hitch. Your fingers wrap around him and stroke him slowly. His sounds make you close your eyes and raise your hips against his thigh.

You spread his precum around his tip and draw your hand down the rest of his shaft. You give him a gentle squeeze as you reach his base and he whines in your ear.

“Kylian.”

He winces at the sound of his name, “Yes, ma chérie?” His voice is strangled as it leaves his lips.

He looks at you and you release his cock. You push his shoulder and he rolls off of you, letting you go between his knees. The look of bewilderment spreads on his face as he lets out a curse.

You grab a hold of him and stroke him. Your hands sink down to the end of his shaft and you bend down to take his tip in your mouth. He lets out a groan as your tongue circles around his tip.

“Reine,” he mewls.

The veins on the side of him are practically bulging out, you sink your mouth deeper down him and he shudders. You bobble your head on him a few more times before your tongue stops at his tip. The taste of him only entices you more to slowly swirl your tongue around him teasingly.

“Reinita,” he calls out. His voice is starting to get frantic and you know he’s close. He sits up and his hand clutches around the side of your neck. You maintain eye contact with him and watch as his face contorts. His thighs clench and he shakes his head, “Please.”

You give his tip a kiss and then kiss him. You lay down beside him and he breathes heavily as he hovers you.

“That was cute.”

He shakes his head, “Was torture.”

He trembles as his tip bumps into your pelvis.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching for yours. You can tell he is still strained as he awaits his release.

You nod, “Yes, my love.” Your hand swoops around his back and the other on his cheek.

He kisses your wrist and then slowly aligns himself in front of you. You take a deep breath as he enters into your already still-somewhat clenched cunt. He groans in your ear at the resistance.

“Reine,” he whispers. His hand tugs at the arm on his back and he intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing them into the bed.

He slowly thrusts long and deep strokes. He kisses your shoulder and you keep your lips brushed up against his neck, peppering kisses occasionally. The two of you share a moan as he sinks deeper. He was starting to pick up his pace but still going at it sensually. He rolled his hips and the movement made you both shudder. He hadn’t done that before and wanted to try it out.

His eyes look at you in amusement and you grin at his cuteness. You kiss his lips and he smiles within it.

“Look,” he points at the window and the Eiffel Tower’s lights start to twinkle. He kisses your cheek as your head is still turned towards the window and you chuckle.

This was too beautiful.

His thrusts start to shorten and you know he’s about to pick up pace. Your hands both wrap around his shoulders as he props himself up. Both of your moans get muffled through passionate kisses.

You’re starting to reach your second orgasm and he kisses your neck to let you ride it out. His eyes stay on yours and they are full of praise and love. Your walls tighten around him and it causes him to have irregular thrusts.

You moan as your pelvis clenches, letting go of your next orgasm.

He’s right behind you—his hips wobbling as he releases shaky grunts in your ear. His last thrusts are disarrayed as he releases inside of you. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek.

He drops his weight on the side of you, breathing heavily but not as much as you. You curse him internally for having the stamina. His leg lays loosely on your thigh and his head beside yours.

You cuddle towards him, your leg wrapping around him and he pulls you closer.

He presses his lips to your forehead, “If I had just asked you out on that picnic.”

Your hand caresses his bicep and you prop up, facing him. He looks up at you, puckering his lips for a kiss. You kiss him and then brush your hand against his cheek, “I don’t want us to keep on tormenting ourselves on what could have been—or if we had just done something differently, anymore.”

He nods, “Okay, let’s not.”

“And I mean that. I know I think about the past at times, but I don’t want you thinking that way anymore,” you say. “I forgive you, Kylian. For everything that happened or didn’t happen.”

His eyes falter and his dimple deepens as he presses his lips together, “I don’t want you thinking that way either, mon amour.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, dipping down to the corner of your lips.

“I know, I’m trying.”

He snickers, “I’m trying too.” He pulls you down for a kiss and you kiss him, collapsing back down on him.

Your mind briefly flashes to when you were thirteen. The first time you met Kylian. His eyes and ears were too big for his body. The boyish grin he wore when he rolled the ball towards you with his hands, still somewhat unsure of how well you played or didn’t.

“I’m Kylian.”

“I’m Reine.”

His eyes had perked up at that, “Really?”

You giggle, “It’s a nickname.”

“That’s so cool.”

And then as puberty began to hit him. The way some of his words would be deeper than others and the rasp he would have. It always made you two burst into fits of laughter because they came with no warning. His height suddenly shot up within a year and he would always use your head as an armrest. You’d push him away and his lanky figure would go squirming.

“I heard Kylian has a new crush!” Theo would tease and Kylian would cringe.

“No way, Theo,” Kylian would respond, his face looking sick. “Girls are stupid—except you, Reine, you’re kind of cool.”

Kylian stirs from beside you, causing you to snap out of your old memories. His arms wrap protectively around your back, “What occupies your every waking mind?”

You look down and see his thoughtful eyes waiting for you to respond. You know you could respond with the most outlandish thing you wanted, or the most insignificant thought, and Kylian would indulge you either way. Immediately laugh or ask another question, wanting to hear what you have to say even if it isn’t important.

You had once grieved the idea of your father never being able to have met the person you would spend the rest of your life with, but hadn’t even realized that he had already met him. Had already given him his blessing.

Maybe Kylian finally ended up with the girl of his dreams—ending the personal guilt that he reluctantly carried on his shoulders for the past six years—but you ended up with the person you searched for the least, and ended up loving every piece of him. Perhaps you should have paid a bit more attention to him. To the quiet one. The most observant one.

Your lips tug up into a smile as you toss a dahlia towards his face, “You owe me a picnic.”

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