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mysterious-ocarina · 1 year

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Shinunoga E-Wa (NSFW)

Toge Inumaki x Female!reader

A/N i definetly headcanon that Inumaki listens to Fujii Kaze on blast!! also look at him, he's so pretty ughhhhhh

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“Come on, it’s so obvious y/n,” Yuuta sighs.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you reply defiantly.

About a week ago, Inumaki left for a solo mission. Since then, you have been bothering Yuuta to entertain yourself. You’ve been close friends with him since he came to the school so it wasn’t out of the norm for you to hang out with him a lot of the time.

You’ve had feelings for Inumake since you met him, but you didn’t realize it until Yuuta became desperate to get you to see past your denial. These conversations about your feelings for the cursed speech user happened pretty often.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Yuta stared at you. He started waving his hand around as he spoke, “Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at him, as well as the way he looks at you.”

“We are just best friends. We’re only so close because I was the first student to meet him,” you explained. When he came to the school, you two immediately hit it off. Even with his rice ball language, you always seemed to understand what he was trying to convey. Panda likes to joke that your cursed technique is to read Inumaki’s mind.

As if reading your mind, Yuuta brought this point up, “Then explain how you are so in tune with him. You always know exactly what he’s saying and you guys can just look at each other and have a conversation without saying anything.” Yuta always found it confusing yet fascinating the way that you and Inumaki communicate.

This is the first time when having this conversation with Yuta, that you accepted that he was right. With Inumaki being gone on such a long mission, you’ve come to realize how much you miss him. And without him by your side like he always is, you’ve had a lot of alone time to read into your own mind to figure out how you felt about him. You never realize what you have until it’s gone, you guess.

With a resigned sigh, you finally relented, “Fine. You’re right.”

Instead of teasing you, like Maki or Panda would, Yuuta gives you a soft smile. “Why don’t you tell him then?”

“Are you kidding? I only just figured out these feelings this week. Plus I can’t ruin the friendship that we have,” you wave your hands in Yuuta’s face, trying to convey your issue.

“If he somehow doesn’t have feelings for you, you wouldn’t ruin your friendship. He cares too much about you,” Yuuta comforted you.

As if the universe was listening to the both of you, you saw Inumaki make his way to the tree you and Yuta were under. He had his duffel bag still in his hands, meaning after getting back from his mission he went straight to find you guys.

“Toge,” you screamed, getting up. You ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. The force of your body against his almost made him fall back, but he kept his balance and wrapped his arms around you.

If you weren’t so excited and were paying attention, you would have noticed the painful grunt that fell from Inumaki’s lips from your hug. You also didn’t notice the look that Yuuta shared with him. You weren’t the only one that expressed feelings for the other to Yuta.

Later, you and Inumaki were in his room sitting in his bed, plates of food on both of your laps.

Throwing your empty takeout box away, you grabbed the tv remote, “What should we watch? I was thinking like a stupid rom/com.”

Hearing a quiet “salmon” you put on the first movie you saw in the genre list, not caring to read the description at all.

When you watched movies with Inumaki, you guys always cuddled. So it was second nature for you to lay your head on his stomach and wrap your arms around his waist. Inumaki winced at your grip on him.

“Is there something wrong?” you looked up at him. You guys always cuddled so you didn’t think he was uncomfortable with your arms around him.

“Bonito flakes,” he tightly replied, with a shake of his head. He didn’t want you to let go of him.

You didn’t quite believe him but you laid your head down and snuggled closer to him. He tensed again before relaxing a little.

You sat back up, “Spit it out, Inumaki.”

The irony of your statement wasn’t lost on you but you were too focused on what was wrong with him.

Inumaki knew better than to argue with you. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard. Pointing at his stomach, “Tuna.”

“What’s wrong with your stomach?” you questioned.

Inumaki sighed and carefully lifted up his school uniform. Normally, the sight of his stomach would send you into a frenzy with how good he looked, but this time was different. His stomach was littered with bruises and cuts presumably from whatever curses he was fighting during his mission.

“Toge,” you whispered, bringing your hand to his stomach. “Rough mission, huh.”

He chuckled at your observation. Most of the cuts had healed but the blue and red marks still showed evidence of the fight.

“Do you still hurt?” you questioned, dropping his shirt. He nodded his head softly.

“I’ll be right back then,” you smiled. He rolled his eyes at you as he watched you walk around his room, grabbing a cloth and then a cup of ice from the mini-fridge.

You sat back down next to Inumaki, fully facing him. You wrapped some of the ice in the cloth before softly laying the cloth on his stomach.

“Turn around. I want to give you a massage for all your hard work,” you broke the silence with a goofy smile.

Inumaki laughed quietly and took the cloth out of your hands, brushing his fingers with yours. The small touch sent electricity flying through you.

Now that you’ve realized your feelings for him, you’re starting to notice more things you didn’t think you would ever pay attention to. How soft his hands are, the ridges and muscles of his arms, the way his nose crinkles when he snorts at something you said.

These are things you already noticed about Inumaki since knowing him. You simply thought you were an observant person but you never noticed those kinds of things about Maki or Yuta. It was obvious now, why you noticed little insignificant details like that about the boy sitting across from you.

Breaking you from your train of thought, Inumaki turns his body so his back is facing you, offering you a quiet, “Tuna mayo.”

“Right,” you hoped he didn’t see the blush that was blooming across your face and ears.

You laid your hands on his shoulders, rubbing your palms in hard circles. At first, Inumaki tensed at the pressure but soon he sighed and relaxed into your touch. Eventually your hands wandered from his shoulders to his neck then back down towards his arms.

Feeling exceptionally bold, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. Inumaki didn’t need to do much hand to hand combat so you knew that his arms probably did not need massaging. That didn’t stop you from letting your hands wander indulgently. Despite his short and lean stature, you could still feel the hardness of muscles on his shoulders and arms.

Inumaki turned his head to look at you, smirking, “Salmon roe.”

“What are you looking at, Inumaki?” you huffed. You finally released your hands from his body as he turned back around to face you.

He leaned over to his night stand to grab the notebook and pen that were sitting on it. He flipped through hundreds of filled pages and eventually stopped on an empty one. He wrote something before turning the book towards you.

IDK. I think I’m looking at a beast ;p

“How rude,” you sighed, crossing your arms. You failed to hide the smile that was plastered on your face, sarcastically replying, “If I’m so hard to look at, I think I’ll just leave then.”

You pretended like you were going to get up but Inumaki grabbed your hands forcing you to stay put next to him.

You both giggled at the familiar banter you shared and suddenly you felt as if all your troubles were melting away.

“I really missed you this week, Toge,” you whispered, truthfully.

Toge simply replied with, “Salmon,” looking like he wanted to say more than that.

“Give me your pen,” you commanded. He looked at you confused before doing as told.

You started to write, simply letting the words fly off of your hands and then eventually into Toge’s heart.

I really like you, Toge Inumaki. I miss you when you’re gone and I care exceptionally when you get hurt. You are the most important person in my life and will always have a place in my heart. I would rather die than be separated from you.

You placed the notebook in front of Toge watching as he read your note. He quickly wrote something down too and handed the notebook back to you.

^ ditto

You giggled at him before throwing your arms around his neck, his bruises long forgotten. He grunted at the pain but only pulled you tighter into him.

You buried your face into his neck and started to leave small kisses there. Toge whimpered at the feeling of your lips on him which only encouraged you further. You made a trail of kisses and bites until you made your way to his face. You kissed both of the marks on his cheeks then hovered your lips above his.

He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, which made you smile at the effect you had on him. Toge pushed forward, trying to catch your lips, but you pulled back with a teasing smile.

“Do you want to kiss me?” you asked, your voice turning sultry. Toge didn’t expect this kind of teasing from you but he wasn’t complaining. He whined at your words.

“I think you should use your words. How else am I going to know what you want?” you smirked. You were surprised by what you said but you didn’t backtrack.

Toge was beyond surprised at what you asked him to do. He gave you a look as if to ask are you sure which you gave a confident nod to.

Toge wasted no time, whispering, “Kiss me.”

The sound of his cursed speech washed over you, forcing you to bring your lips to his into a passionate kiss. You initially thought that the lack of control on your body would scare you but the longer you kissed Toge, the more the feeling excited you.

The two of you made out for what felt like ages. You weren’t sure when the cursed command gave you control of your body back, still kissing Toge like you wanted to steal away his breath.

Toge pulled back and searched your face. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Mustard leaf?” he asked you, hands fisting your shirt.

“I’m okay. I’m perfect right now,” you replied. You moved yourself to sit on his lap and laid a soft kiss onto his forehead. He sighed and rested his hands on your waist.

“I would love to continue, but only if you’re okay with that,” you offered, shyly. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Salmon. Salmon,” Toge replied, excitedly. He kissed all over your face making you giggle. You softly pushed him back until he was laying down and you were hovering above him.

“Can I take this off?” you asked, seductively, holding the edge of his shirt. Toge’s breathing was fast again, heart beating in anticipation.

“S-salmon,” he stuttered. You felt euphoric at hearing the crack in his voice.

You lifted it softly, kissing up his stomach as it was revealed. He helped you pull the shirt all the way off and flung it to the side.

Staring at him like this was a euphoric feeling. You never thought that you would be looking at a shirtless Toge who’s red in the face and breathing so hard.

You focused on his cuts and bruises from his mission, bringing your lips down to kiss each one. Toge whined each time your lips tasted his skin, even bucking his hips up in search of friction.

You sat on his lap to keep him still, “Be patient. Let me admire and take care of what’s mine.”

Your words sent a shiver down his body making him whine again.

Kissing your way down his stomach you stopped just above his shorts, tugging on the waistband. You looked back up to his red tinted face and made him watch you pull his shorts off until he was only in his briefs.

“Tuna mayo,” he breathed.

“You want me to take mine off too?” you questioned innocently. “I don’t know if you deserve it. You left your girl all alone this week.”

You both knew that a mission is important and can’t be skipped, that didn’t stop you from teasing him.

“Bonito flakes,” he moaned, shifting his hips under you, desperate for anything.

“Fine, I’ll stop teasing,” you sighed. You stood up and stripped down to nothing. Inumaki watched you with rapt attention, not letting his eyes leave you once.

Once you had nothing on, you sauntered back over to him and sat on his legs. You bent over him, kissing him until he was breathing hard again. The feeling of your bare chest on his as well as the heat that was radiating from your core was sending him into a frenzy.

He moaned into the kiss, encouraging you to get a move on. You bent until your face was inches away from the tent in his briefs. You blew air on him and watched as he squirmed at the lack of touch.

Eventually, you stopped teasing and pulled his briefs off. His cock jumped to life, now freed of its confines. You drooled at the sight of him, all flushed and pink.

“Geez, Toge. Didn’t know you were hiding this under all those clothes,” you giggled. He had the prettiest dick you have ever seen. It was the perfect length to fit anywhere you wanted it to.

Inumaki chuckled at your joke before whining again when you softly grabbed him. You put one hand on his cock and one hand massaging his thighs. You let your hand roam his thighs, feeling the lithe muscles twitch under your palms.

Inumaki’s breathing steadily increased as he watched you, patiently waiting for you to do anything. Eventually, you stopped teasing and moved your hand, jerking him off. You hadn’t put your mouth on him yet, so it wasn’t all that lubricated. You decided to fix that.

You put the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue on the underside of it. He moaned at the feeling of your lips around him and you moaned at the taste of his precum.

You put your mouth to work, drooling a bit to add lubrication for your one hand to jerk him off. You jerked him off switching between a fast pace and a slow pace. He was writhing in place letting pretty moans and whimpers fall from his lips.

You unwrapped your lips from him to catch your breath, licking the underside of his cock instead. Inumaki placed a hand in your hair, not to guide you but simply to ground himself.

As you held his balls in one hand and licked the bottom of his cockhead, he quickly pulled you off of him with a drawn out moan. He was breathing extremely hard and you knew that he stopped you from making him cum.

“Why don’t you wanna cum, babyboy?” you asked with an “innocent” head tilt. You brought your head down to kiss along a bruise on his stomach, careful to not put too much pressure as to hurt him.

“Tuna mayo,” Inumake responded. He looked extremely frustrated. You couldn’t tell if it was because he basically edged himself or the fact that he couldn’t voice what he was thinking about.

Inumaki placed a hand on his face and leaned back with a sigh. Worried that something was wrong, you sat back on his legs and stopped touching him.

“Is something wrong, Toge? We can stop if you want too, I won’t be mad,” you asked. You gave him a comforting smile so he knew you were being sincere.

“Bonito Flakes,” he quickly responded, shaking his head and hands in a no motion. You giggled at his expression.

“If you don’t want to stop, then what's wrong?” you asked, a sultry tone overtaking your voice again.

You crawled up his body so your face was closer to his. You kissed him, hoping to calm whatever nerves he may have had. You stopped upon having a realization, saying, “Would you like to tell me what to do, Toge? Is that what’s wrong?”

Inumaki gave you a dubious expression before slightly nodding his head. You would have missed the motion if all your senses weren’t in tune with his.

You gave him a wide, but comforting smile, “I don’t mind. I would love to try that if you’re okay with that. I have to admit that I’ve thought of it before.”

You had a crimson tint on your face at your admission but you trusted Inumaki with every fiber of your being so you didn’t have to be embarrassed.

Inumaki stared at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, a loving smile adorning his pretty face. You leaned down, kissed each mark on his cheeks before giving him a real kiss on his lips.

“You can command me to do more than just kiss you. I trust you,” you told him. Faces inches apart, he breathed a sigh before kissing you more.

With a raspy, yet pretty, voice, he commanded, “Ride me.”

Immediately, your body moved down until your cunt was hovering above his cock. Without hesitation, you slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in you, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling.

The best part about his command, you noticed, was that your thighs weren’t getting tired. You rode him with extra fervor that you might not have been able to otherwise. You placed your hands on Inumaki’s neck, leaning down to catch his lips.

He placed his hands on your hips to guide your movements until he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that left spots dotting your vision.

His command must have been wearing off because soon you could feel the burn of your thighs, constant movement and the stuttering of your hips. As you struggled to focus on riding him, Inumaki kept his hands on your waist to keep you still as he pistoned his hips up into you.

The both of you were moaning so loud that there was no way other people hadn’t heard you guys. That thought left your brain as soon as it came, distracted by the feel of Inumaki.

You leaned down a final time, catching a kiss from Inumaki, moaning into his mouth.

“I love you, Toge Inumaki,” you gasped between moans. Toge smiled and pounded into you harder.

“Cum, please,” he commanded begged. With a sharp cry of Toge’s name, you came. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him made him groan before he spilled all he had into you.

Inumaki guided your hips, until the both of you gradually stopped moving at all, prolonging the euphoric feeling of both of your orgasms.

With Inumaki’s cock still buried deep in you, you laid down on his chest, careful to not put too much pressure on the scattered bruises. He brought his hands up until his arms circled you.

You both laid in the aftermath of sex, basking in the feel of each other's embrace. You whined when Inumaki finally pulled out of you, getting up. He grabbed the towel from earlier, the ice now fully melted, and used the wet cloth to clean the both of you up.

He then sat against the headboard, bringing you closer to him until you were laying against his side. He leaned over to grab the forgotten notebook and pen and scribbled some words down.

I love you more than words can say. I wish more than anything I could say that to you.

You grabbed his face, pressing a kiss to his nose, then a kiss on his lips when he pouted at you. You gave him a loving smile before responding, “You don’t have to say it, for me to know it. I can see it when you look at me, or open doors for me, or even when we’re sparring and I beat your ass.”

Inumaki rolled his eyes at your last remark, giving you a small chuckle. You giggled as you stared at him, completely enamored by the boy in front of you.

You were kissing again when Inumaki’s phone lit up with multiple texts. He picked it up to show you, it was the group chat.

maki n cheese 🍜 <could you guys keep that shit down??? you sounded like pornstars and I was trying to eat in peace

BAMBOO DESTROYER 🐼🎍 <took you guys long enough

yuuta okCUTsu 🤺 <congrats guys ! 🎉🎊

inumaki 🙊 > /(/ /o/_ /o/ /)/

maki n cheese 🍜 < don’t blush you idiot. It’s your own fault for sounding like wild animals

Inumaki put his phone down, giggling to himself. You joined in giggles, embarrassed, but way too happy to care about a thing. The both of you laid together for the rest of the night, enjoying each other’s presence.

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jsprnt · 3 months

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Americano PT. 16 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: hello loves!! I can’t believe we’ve already come to the end of this series😭 thank you guys so so much for all the love you’ve sent my work and efforts!! Love y’all so much, enjoy reading- and stay tuned for my future fics 🤍🩷

W/C: 4.025

part fifteen

I sigh for the millionth time today, leaning back against the backrest of my chair. I rub my wrists, massaging my fingers and knuckles, groaning in relief when I hear some of them pop.

There were only a handful of matches left in the league, along with the Champions League final. The entire PR and marketing department had been working overtime for a couple days now, wanting to end the season on a high note.

I was so tired and stressed out, internally debating whether to call in sick tomorrow, but there was no way the team could finish all of this without my help.

Since my role in the department has gotten much more important this season, I needed to attend more meetings and calls with a lot of different people.

Never in my life, had I exercised my social skills this much, and it was only a matter of time before my social battery ran so low that I couldn't take interacting with people anymore, without looking like a total jerk.

Though, the generous paycheck that dropped into my back account every month, motivated me to work harder, well, sometimes..

I shift from my position, grabbing a single pen from its holder. Looking back up to my laptop to write down some refreshing and creative questions for the upcoming, very important and widely viewed interviews.

Winning both the national league and the Champions League in the exact same season would be absolutely insane to witness.

I had experienced the feeling in my first season working at the club. After almost three years of getting to know the team and the players who had come and gone, this year would feel even more special.

I had grown closer to the club, not just as an employee but as a supporter as well. I had multiple personal and dear connections with the club.

My father had just renewed his contract with the club. A topic that everyone working for respective companies joked about was the possibility of the agreement not being renewed.

After all these years, both companies had become synonymous with each other.

I had also gotten closer to my colleagues, much closer than I would've ever imagined. Starting this job as an eighteen-year-old, I was incredibly intimidated by the sheer size of the operations behind the scenes.

Of course, juggling both working here and studying for my law degree was hard at first. Work in the morning had switched to the evening when attending the matches.

Study breaks consisting of trying to figure out what interview questions were rubbish and needed to be scrapped, and packing my little suitcase for another trip, only to overpack again.

Thankfully, I had gotten all of my results back from this school year, and I was absolutely over the moon knowing I'd be going for my next year of my degree after summer break.

All my hard work had finally paid off when I saw my grades, and I had celebrated it that night- with working…

The biggest change in my life?

That was the fact that I had actually found love.

Going from hating each other to loving each other was a weird feeling. Even so, Jude and I had been together for almost six months now, and honestly speaking; I had never felt so loved by anyone in the entire world before.

We supported each other wholeheartedly, and it was definitely easier to do than other couples.

Mostly, because we worked together.

Living together for the first few weeks of our relationship, definitely sped up the process of actually getting to know each other. It bonded us faster than I would’ve ever expected.

Looking back, it's difficult to even imagine a world where Jude never moved into my place..

Jude had moved out of my house in the middle of March. He had changed houses following everything that had happened the last few months.

The new house is quite far away from the old, temporary house he lived in, that got broken into. The home was spacious and modern, just like I'd expected before visiting for the first time.

My father and his partners at his firm, had finally built up a proper case to take the intruder to court. I didn't know the specifics because, for some reason I wasn’t allowed to, by both my own father and Jude.

I already knew that the man who had caused so much chaos wasn't getting off the hook easily, and that was enough for me. Knowing any more details about the situation, would probably cause me more stress and anxiety, so I had just learnt to let it go.

I couldn't even lie, lately I had spent more time at Jude’s place than my own. There was something so comforting about it, maybe it was how inviting and cozy it felt.

His friends from England and Germany would always be over, for the simplest of reasons.

Playing games, both board and video ones, watching new movies in the unnecessary, huge cinema room. It created a very fun and friendly atmosphere and made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Jude’s parent’s presence, especially his mother’s- was very much appreciated. I loved chatting to her, from the most mundane things, to the things that I was worried about.

Just like the other women in my life, she gave me guidance and encouragement to keep on going and be even better at anything I wanted to accomplish.

Obviously, there was no way we could keep on hiding our relationship from certain teammates Jude was very close with. We'd decided to be open with them, because keeping a 'secret' from them wouldn't exactly give us peace of mind in the long run.

Scratching what I've written down so far, I drop my pen onto the desk. Glancing up at the clock to check the time, and gasping softly when I remember I have a meeting that starts in a minute.

I quickly grab the necessary paperwork, and dash out of the office. Into the meeting room, already full of my coworkers, sat waiting only for me..

"Okay, I'm really confused. Do I have something on my face? Like sauce from lunch or something?" The puzzled y/n asks, turning around in her office chair, only to glance at the busy Lina.

"Uh.." The older woman begins, looking up from her monitor and shaking her head.

"Nope, no sauce. Why?" Lina takes her hand off the computer mouse, sighing before leaning back.

"Everyone has been looking at me, like since- this morning.." y/n rolls her chair forward, holding out her foot, to stop herself from violently slamming into Lina's desk.

"You think? I thought it was because your dress looked cute.."

Lina smirks at her own words, her hand reaching over to grab her purple water bottle, swiftly taking the top off and chugging a couple gulps.

y/n scoffs, glancing down at the dress she's wearing. Yes, of course the dress is cute, that's why she wore it today. But the stares she got were definitely not in appreciation of the cream-colored dress.

"Are you serious? I don't think-"

She's cut off by a loud knock. Both women break eye contact, looking up at the glass doors where someone is standing in front of.

"Jude?" y/n perks up, standing up from her chair and making a beeline towards him. Ignoring the unnecessarily loud and teasing whistle leaving Lina's mouth.

Stepping outside, she furrows her brows, looking around for anyone who could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Follow me.." Jude can only say, immediately starting to walk down the stairs without sparing another second.

"What are you-" She trails off, sighing in defeat, before following him down, into one of the empty meditation rooms.

She looks at Jude as he locks the door behind them, his hand immediately reaching to wrap around her waist. He pulls her closer than ever, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Something wrong?" She asks, picking up on his stressed out demeanor. Pulling back, she scans his face once again.

"I have to show you something, but don't freak out, yeah? I called your dad already, and he said he'll see what he can do.."

This only sends her into a panic, his warning going over her head as she watches him pull his phone out of his pocket. Arms flexing underneath his training jacket as he moves.

She looks at him with a confused frown on her face, her eyes almost popping out of her head when Jude shows what was so important.

Grabbing the phone out of his hand without thinking, she brings the device closer to her face. A small noise of annoyance leaving her mouth.

It's all photos of the couple, outside during various times they had been on dates for the past- six months.

"This one's from Valencia, and this one's from that night in Mallorca?!" y/n exclaims, hands shaking as she tries to scroll through the other photos. All off guard pictures of them, taken while they were out together, after matches, and even on dates in Madrid.

Noticing how distressed the photos make his girlfriend, Jude grabs his phone out of her hand. Setting it down on the table next to him, he grabs onto her shoulders, making her look up at him.

"It's okay, we prepared for this, remember? I won't let my team put out a statement, apart from legal action. Your dad's handling it with my team, okay?" He brings her frazzled form into a reassuring hug, planting kisses on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Of course, just like her boyfriend explains- they knew their relationship couldn't be kept secret for much longer. Jude, being the high profile football player he is, couldn't exactly keep people from prying into his private life.

She knew that the media had caught a whiff of her, even back when they despised each other. The night at Wembley Stadium months ago, had caused a little commotion back then.

The gossip pages and newspapers loved a story containing love, a successful and beloved young man, and not to forget- her having actual connections to the club in both work, and her father's partnership with the club.

To the couple, when they entered the training center or the stadium, they would work at that particular day- it was about work and work only.

When they clocked in, they prioritized working. It would've obviously been very difficult for them to keep their relationship on the low- if they glanced at each other every damn second, while in the same room.

During working hours, they'd greet each other like their other colleagues, acting like they didn't make out the night before in his room.

Unavoidably, the players who knew about them dating, would try their best to sneak little jokes and teases in. The couple would successfully brush off the comments.

Practicing all these months made the perfect facade, but sometimes the jokes were too good not to chuckle, at least very discreetly.

"Okay, I trust you.." She mutters, pressing her face into her chest, a soft hum leaving her mouth. Thoughts and worries swirling through her mind.

"Baby! I'm ready!" I shout, almost falling flat on my face while pulling on my new heels.

These red bottoms were absolute hell to wear, especially since I had just gotten them as a gift, from Jude.

It would take some time before I could break them in, but with how stunning they looked paired with this dress, it was worth the pain, at least tonight.

To celebrate winning the league, Jude and I were finally going on a date. It had been a while since we had been on a proper date night, mostly due to how busy we both have been lately.

Jude with training and I with preparing everything, from interviews to social media posts, and even some press releases that needed to be out before the Champions League final that was in a couple days.

"I'm here.." I walk out of his bedroom, chuckling at the sheer amount of my clothes stuffed in his closet.

We had been staying over at each other's place on and off, but looking at both our closets, you'd think we'd been living together again.

Considering how important the past few weeks had been, Jude had been training a lot. I was especially worried about him and his health, mainly thinking of his shoulder injury.

His doctor and the team's physiotherapist had reassured me personally, but still, I could help but wince every time he touched his shoulder and grunted. Or seeing the multiple, pain-stopping injections, he had to take to play a full ninety minutes.

"You look handsome.." I mutter when reaching the front door, pressing a kiss onto his plump lips, my hands reaching to fix the collar of his button down. My lipgloss leaving a sheen of glitter on his lips, it making me chuckle as he gave me a dumbfounded look.

We’re fairly young, and early in our relationship, we realized that fancy dates weren't really our thing. But tonight was one of the few occasions we'd go all out, and dress up very nicely.

"You look absolutely stunning, love.." He smiles, his hand circling around my waist and down my back, fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

"Thank you, baby.." I hum, giving him a small wink. A loud chuckle leaves my lips as he attempts to wink back, though, just like every time, it looks like he's got something in his eyes, instead of being cheeky.

"What's so funny, hm?" Jude questions, hands trailing down to grip at my bum, squeezing slightly.

"Mhm, nothing.." I say, reaching up to fix his hair a little. "Should we leave? It's getting late.."

He agrees instantly, and I wrap my arm around his as we walk out of his house. The sun hadn't set yet, mostly because summer was coming soon, and I couldn't wait to enjoy the weather this year, yet again.

"Wait- I didn't grab my keys.." I gasp, eyes going wide as I watch him pull the door shut.

"Oh, you're definitely not driving missy, especially not in those heels.." Jude says, giving me a cheeky smile, and I can immediately sense that he is hiding something.

"You got your license?!" I beam, eyes glistening in happiness. Though, my excitement is cut short when he shakes his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

"No, I did not get my license.."

"Oh.." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching as I hold back a menacing laugh.

"So, you'll be my passenger prince forever?" I bring my hand up to grab onto his bicep, squeezing the muscles as my body leans against his.

"Will you ever stop saying that?" I watch his lips move, eyes glimmering when his lips pull into a slight pout.

"When you get your license, sir. I'll stop calling you my passenger prince..."

"I'm sure you would like a break from it then.." Jude says, his expression changing to a smug one within a split-second, and I follow his lead without thinking.

My uncomfortable heels click against the concrete as Jude leads me outside the gates of the house, a sleek black Rolls Royce parked right in front of the driveway.

"You got a driver for tonight?" I ask, eyes fixated on the, admittedly sexy car.

"Going all out for my lovey tonight. I've got to spoil my girl, always.."

I grin at his sweet words, warmth reaching my face, and I suddenly feel shyness creeping up on me. I shift my gaze for a second, avoiding eye contact with him and staring at the concrete.

"Aw, is my pretty girl shy now? You weren't like this a moment ago, huh?" A soft noise of protest leaves my mouth at the loving words. My breath hitching as he presses a kiss on my neck, right against my jugular.

"Come on, love. We'll be very late to our reservation if I keep you here longer.." Jude gives me a charming smile, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards the car, making me forget whatever my thoughts were before he'd made my heart flutter.

"I'm sweating literal buckets. I can't even breathe properly right now.." My eyes immediately shift to Luis, my right eye twitching, just like it has been on and off this entire day. The stress and anxiety of this all had been building up in us both, causing actual physical symptoms to show.

"Ask me about it, I went peeing two times already, and we're just seventy minutes into this match.." I say, wiping my sweaty hands down my black jeans. The laptop and phone on my lap shaking, as I bounce my knee up and down in anticipation.

My heart also leaped in my throat every time Jude got fouled. Checking the stats confirmed my suspicion, he currently is the most fouled player on the pitch.

I obviously knew it was a part of the game, but considering his injury- I couldn't help but be worried.

"Fuck, I swear if we score, I'm going to lose my shit." Luis says, running a hand through his curly hair, and I can almost feel the nerves radiating off of him.

Well, all 90.000 people in Wembley Stadium feel the exact same way right now. From supporters to chairmen of both respective clubs, sitting on the edge of their seats as we all watched the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund unfold, live in front of our own two eyes.

My breath hitches in my throat as we're given a corner. The grip on my phone getting tighter as Luis glances at me.

"Okay, we got this, Toni's so experienced-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus.." I exclaim, grabbing onto Luis' shoulder to calm him down.

"You can't exactly focus with 90,000 people screaming.." He replies, glancing at me.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide to spare my breath, and stop breathing in anticipation.

Right, at that moment, Toni kicks the ball from the corner flag, it flies upwards as we watch both our players and Dortmund players scramble in front of the goal.

Finally, Dani jumps up and GOALLLL!!

The entire Madridista side jumps up in celebration, my devices almost slipping out of my hand and onto the floor as we jump up to cheer as loud as we can.

"I'm going to kiss Dani's forehead after this!" Luis screams, making me choke on my laughter. I hurry up and return my attention back to my devices, as happy as we were, we still had our job to do and execute.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down, before we both go back to doing our jobs.

Our wishes and prayers for a second goal aren't that far away, time-wise. Dortmund player Maatsen tries passing the ball, due to a wrong estimation, Jude gets the ball instead, shooting to Vini.

He goes on to score the second banger of the night. The stadium erupts in both cheers of happiness and screams of protest.

It's even louder than after the first goal, and we know it's only a matter of five minutes before our boys secure the victory over this season's Champions League..

y/n fixes her shirt for the nth time, trying to fidget with something before she loses her mind. Standing in the tunnel, she glances at Luis. Both of their eyes glimmering, as they wait for the families of the players to enter the pitch to celebrate the win.

They were insanely busy with handling their work, channelling their emotions into doing their job, to make sure it's all taken care of before they were done for the night. The automated system, consisting of already edited work, would take care of the rest from now on...

"Dude, what just happened?.." Luis whispers, glancing at the equally mesmerized girl next to him.

"We won!" She squeals, letting her excitement and happiness show as she hugs Luis. "Fuck, I don't even know what I would do if we lost. I'd actually be having a breakdown right now.."

Luis hugs her back, patting her head affectionately.

"You've worked very hard, y/n. Thank you for being my best friend and best colleague.." He says, giving her a brotherly smile.

"Thank you too, older brother.." She laughs, voice slightly teasing, as she pats his shoulder.

"Oh, I think we can join the celebrations.." He says, pointing to the families they’ve gotten very close with over the years.

The familiar faces joining their loved one on the pitch to celebrate this huge milestone in their careers.

"Come on.." Luis says, dragging her along and onto the pitch.

She looks around, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she's overwhelmed by the emotions running through her body.

"Dani!" Luis shouts, and y/n watches him run up to the goal scorer, just like his promise- Luis plants a fat kiss on the athlete's head.

y/n laughs loudly at the interaction, making eye contact with Dani’s wife, and laughing even harder at her confused expression.

She shakes her head at her best friend’s antics. Realizing she's alone now, she freezes. Cameras were absolutely everywhere at the moment, and she was absolutely sure at least one was pointed towards her.

The weeks following the photos of their dates being leaked were quite turbulent, with a lot of support, but also criticism- it was very difficult to ignore the reactions.

She wasn't anywhere close to wanting to be a public figure of some sort, so the attention was putting a lot of pressure on her.

But loving a star athlete, like Jude meant having to sacrifice some part of her privacy. If it meant she could run up to him now, and kiss his face a couple of times.

Then screw privacy, she'd throw that all away to get to him right now.

Her eyes darting to the rest of the enormous pitch again, frowning when she can't find the boy she's so desperately looking for.

Finally, after squinting a whole lot, and definitely causing damage to her eye muscles, she finally makes eye contact with the equally lost looking Jude.

He's standing in between both his parents, arms around them as he looks around wearily.

Jude's eyes immediately light up in relief when he spots y/n, mumbling something to his smiley parents before he makes a run for it.

Within seconds, he's by his girlfriend's side, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist in greeting. He pulls her flush against him in a tight embrace. y/n cups his jaw tenderly to place multiple kisses on his face.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby.." She breathes out, cut off as he presses his lips onto hers, exhilarating kiss that makes them forget other people are around, and especially the hundreds of cameras and phones filming the pitch.

He catches her lips, plump lips sucking onto her bottom lip before they're forced to pull back for air. They pant, faces warm, and cheeks hurting from how much they'd smiled within the past couple minutes.

"I'm proud of you too, baby. Come on, you're my family too. Forget about work and the cameras here for me, yeah?”

She plants her shoes back onto the grass when he lowers back on the floor. She looks down as he grabs onto her hand. Playing with her fingers as he makes eye contact with her.

Reaching up, she swipes at a piece of grass stuck on his temple, probably from being fouled earlier, she chuckles at the sight, biting her lip.

“Come on, then. Your parents are waiting..” She says, turning and dragging him along the pitch. Skipping towards his awaiting, happy parents. Who look at them with an infinite amount of joy and proudness in their eyes.

“He’s a winner! Jude’s our winner!!”

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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the ways in which Daniel shows you he loves you - d.ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

warnings: ig post

a/n: in the ig post I provided a variety of different women for some inclusion… also posting because I’m happy Daniel is back ☺️

- cuddles

he used to love his personal space. the bigger the bed, the more space he got. except, he now inches closer and closer to you each night. it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, he’ll make his way over to your side to have his arms or legs wrapped around you. he loves to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, and in the morning he presses little kisses to your cheek.

- hugs

“I don’t do handshakes.” was the first thing he ever told you, and since then you were used to Daniels embrace. how he pulls you in, is by grabbing your waist, arms wrapping tight around your body allowing your head to rest against his chest.

- laughter/jokes

“what do you call something that’s brown and sticky?”

you’re in tears, a panic attack on the brim of taking over your body and you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, “what?”

“I said what do you call something that’s brown and sticky.” he repeats himself, watching you shake your head and mutter an ‘I don’t know’ in response, “a stick.” his laughter fills in the room, and into your heart, the butterflies in your stomach release watching his big smile take over.

“why did you bring that up?”

“to distract you.”

- his jpg posts

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- spontaneous trips

“I wish you would just tell me where we are going.” you look over at him from the passenger side. he shrugs, tapping along to the tune from of the music coming from the stereo. whenever he’s got a trick or surprise up his sleeve, he refuses to say a word, which means for long car rides of pure silence.

“we are almost there.” he pulls into a parking spot, checking his phone, “now we just have to walk a couple of miles.”

“whatever this thing is, it better be worth it.”

- always supporting you

a job promotion, pay raise, award/achievement, or even the smallest bare minimum news, he’s there to celebrate you. he’s there to pop the champagne or take you out to a fancy dinner for whatever it is to show you he’s proud.

- holding hands

he’s not too big into the pda, but your hand in his, is a gentle reminder that you’re with him on the journey. he may have just terminated his contract, accepted a ridiculous paycheck, and became a reserve driver, but your hand in his lets him know he’s not alone. and he’ll do the same to help ease the anxiety or panic in your body to keep you from ever feeling scared.

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tomsvouge · 9 months

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Call it what you want

Summary- You and Joe attend his Heisman ceremony. What you don’t know is that Joe has something up his sleeve for after the ceremony. Warnings: Fluff, References of sex

Being friends with Joe was a reward in itself, but seeing him achieve a goal of a lifetime is worth more than any award there is.

Getting ready in the hotel room in New York City was not on your bucket list for 2019 but hey I was not complaining. Joe was up for the heisman trophy and you could not be more proud of him. Knowing what he has endured up to this moment would make anyone have nothing but respect for him.

Joe and I have been friends since middle school. All I remember is a shy kid hesitant to find a seat somewhere. Calling him over to sit next to me was the best decision I have ever made. Although what I didn't know was I was going to be falling for him as the years went on. each day that went by I always noticed something new about him, like the way he gets all giggly when talking about things he loves, or when he gets tuned vision when he is really really focused on something.

Having these feelings for Joe meant that every little thing made me jealous. Like when girls fond over him or when girls literally come up to him and flirt with him. Before my thoughts took over me I got pulled out by Joe calling my name.

"Y/n!"-Joe

"yea what's up"- you say sitting down the makeup brush.

"Which tie should I pick?"- Joe says holding up two purple ties that look almost identical

"Go with the one without the gold it kinda washes you out"- You say taking the tie from him to put it on him while he laughs at your remark.

"Can't even catch a break on my day huh?"- Joe says shaking his head laughing.

"Hey just because your winning an award doesn't change the fact that your still easy to make fun of."- You say while fixing him up so he looks put together.

"There you go. Nice and proper."- you walking back to finish your makeup

"Thanks and I haven't won anything yet, I'm just a nominee."-Joe says following you and sitting down on the bed next to the vanity watching you apply the finishing touches.

"Oh c'mon, Joe we all know you have this award in the bag. You have had heck of a season and most of all you deserve it more than anyone."- you say turning to him and grabbing his hands.

"Everyone believes in you Joe not just your family. You pretty much have the whole state of Louisiana supporting you tonight as you are their adopted son apparently."-you say as Joe looks up and laughs at the adoption joke.

"Thank you y/n. You always know how to bring my confidence back up."- Joe says looking at you with a little glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh! also can you help me zip up my dress?"-you ask standing up and turning around so my back faces him.

"Yea sure."-Joe says slowly zipping the dress up.

"There. And thank you for always being there, it means a lot."-Joe says while you turn around to look at him.

When turning around you had no idea how close you actually were to Joe, so close that your chest was literal centimeters away from his.

Looking into Joe's eyes gave you a wash of euphoria. Something hat only his can do, and he felt the same way about yours. Every stolen glance he takes at you when you aren't looking and every little gesture he does to show that he cares.

As you guys stared into each others eyes, it was cut short by Robin and Jimmy clearing their throats.

"Time to go guys!"- Robin says as she looks at us smirking.

"Yea okay."- we both say at the same time while they leave the room.

"Wait! Joe before we go gets take a picture."-You say opening the camera app and taking the picture,

"okay lets go y/n, this could turn into a whole photoshoot with you."-joe says laughing and guiding me to the door.

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Walking into the ceremony felt unreal. Before it started we talked to a couple of joes coaches and other nominees.

A few minutes into small taking we were told the ceremony would be broadcasting in a ew minutes and we had to take our seats. before I went to my seat I decided to give Joe some more words of encouragement.

"Hey Joe just remember what I told you in the hotel room, you have all the support in the world right now, win or lose we're so so proud of you."-you say as he was staring u at you with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you y/n."- He says with a tight lipped smile.

I could tell he was nervous. Joe only smiled like that when he was nervous or when he wanted out of a situation and didn't want to make it awkward.

As I'm walking back to my seat I couldn't help but over hear one of the nominees say that Joe had a good one. Before I could hear joes response people were starting to scramble to their seats for it to start.

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He did it. He won the Heisman for LSU.

As walks up to his family section he hugs each of us. When he gets to me he says something unexpected.

"I love you.."- Joe says as he hugs you and moves on to his dad.

He just told me he loves me. We have said this to each other before but something about this time felt different.

As Joe walks up to give his speech all I could do is tear up. This boy has been through so much and has been knocked down so many times and the is finally proving all those people wrong who ever doubted him in his life.

But one thing that I did not expect to see was Joe cry. I have only seen Joe cry a few times, so little that I could count on one hand. This had really meant a lot to him and you couldn't be any prouder of him.

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After the ceremony and the walk in Times Square, Joe and I decided to head back to our room to celebrate the win by watching movies and drinking some champagne.

The second the door closed I tackled Joe in a hug to the point where he fell back on the bed. Laughing he quickly turned us over on the be. As quickly as he turned us over he jumped off of me.

"Sorry I don't know what I was thinking doing that"- Joe said as he starts to take off his shoes.

"Its fine, You did nothing wrong."- you said

"Im gonna go take a shower right quick, okay?"- you said walking over to the bathroom.

"Okay I'm going to my parents room to do the same."

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Sitting in the bed with Joe you had laughs and mini tickle fights. But as the night went on you had not idea what was about to happen.

"Okay so now that this movie is over I would like to show you a very important video."-joe says grabbing his computer.

"It's not a sex tape is it?"- you say with semi seriousness.

"No no not even close!"-Joe says laughing at you.

"Oh okay."- you say getting comfortable to see what his is about to show you.

"okay, watch"- Joe says starting the video.

The video consisted of memories of me and Joe from when we first met to literally a few hours ago.

"Joe that was so sweet, but why?"-you say looking at him.

"Y/n, you have been in my life since I can remember. Not a single bad memory with you, if anything you make the bad memories seen not so bad. You have been there for me through the really highs but you have also been there for me when I've hit rock bottom. You make me a better person and I'm grateful to have you as a best friend. And I know this might sound weird but I really don't want to be friends with you anymore. I want to be more than friends. So, with that Will you be my girlfriend?"- Joe says as you have tears in your eyes.

Joe... You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that sentence to me."-I say hugging him like my like depended on it.

"So I'll take that as a yes?"- Joe says

"Yes Joe i'll be your girlfriend."- I say leaning in to kiss his lips.

Right as our lips are about to touch Joe pulls away leaving me confused.

"What's wrong?"- You ask looking at him.

"Nothing, but before I forget I have to give you something."- Joe says reaching into the nightstand.

"Here."- he hands me the box

"Joe you didn't have to get me anything."

"Just open the box baby"

I open the box and see a pendant necklace with a "J" on it.

"joey... Its beautiful."

"Just like you. I wanted you to have it even when we are not physically with each other. Look inside."

I look inside and see a photo of me and Joe on the day we met and and an empty side. "What's this side for?"- I say referring to the empty side.

"It's for you to fill, I want you to fill it with your favorite memory of us. I doesn't have to be right now. You don't even have to tell me. just do it when you're ready."- Joe says as I nod.

"Can you put it on me?"-You say turning round.

"Ofc."- He says putting the necklace on me.

"oh and Joe?"

"Yea?"

"I love you too."- I say smiling.

Little did Joe know you filled that empty spot years later with the photo of you him and your baby boy the day you gave birth.

The first pic of the new year!!! Also the start of the Taylor imagines. If you have any recommendations let me know. <3

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cowgurrrl · 7 months

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Sleeping on the Blacktop

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: guys we did it i wrote smut i actually like (ps this was edited but also not reread because I’ve been trying to write it for five hours so if you see any mistakes no you didn’t)

Summary: The Land of No Return [4.7k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, platonic expressions of love, the mortifying ordeal of being known, sexting, we finally get to know about reader's secret tattoos, smut, Joel the Menace makes his long awaited return with that dirty fucking mouth, mutual masturbation, phone sex (??(sure)), protected sex (no Miller babies for them) p in v stuff, June being indulgent with describing Joel Miller, anxiety, I think that's it??

Music floods the kitchen as you and Andie work on making the best "last supper but with women" possible. The lamps glow orange on the walls and create funny shadows when you dance together, pulling each other in and out to old jazzy tunes. You laugh when she throws a string of spaghetti at your fridge to test if it's ready a little too hard, and it splatters water everywhere. You, honestly, might be a little delirious. You're both in your pajamas, and you've been watching movies all day. You exchange what you remember from New Year's Eve and cringe at what the other fills in. You drink cheap wine from plastic cups and snack on chips as the food cooks.

It feels like high school again, with all the girlish giggling and inside jokes you trade back and forth, except this time, instead of her going back to her house ten minutes up the road, she's going back to her apartment half the world away. No matter how long you get with her, it's never enough. Thousands of miles and different schedules will do that. Keeping long-distance friendships as an adult is just as hard, if not harder, than making new ones.

When dinner is ready, you fix your plates and sit next to each other at your messy dining room table— the IKEA one she helped you build when Henry walked out with the first one— and eat. Paint stains the wood of the table, and half-finished works are scattered around the dining room, but you barely notice them as you talk. She tells you about the things waiting for her in Vienna: work, her cat, Oslo, and piano lessons. You don't have to pretend to be envious because you are. You have to go back to school and the Real World once you drop her off at the airport in the morning. You wish you could go with her.

"Alright, c'mon. Spill it. What's going on with you and Joel?" She asks in between bites of garlic bread. You laugh and shake your head.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Bullshit. Tommy told me he saw you guys."

"Speaking of Tommy," you pivot. "What's going on there? You two seemed pretty chummy." You raise your eyebrows at her, and a big smile takes over her face. She takes another bite of food to buy herself some time, but there's no way you're letting her off the hook, especially after all her teasing about Joel.

"Nothing. We were just… talking." She finally says, and you give her a look.

"Talking?"

"Yes. People talk. You should try it sometime."

"Was it talking like we are now or talking like Joel and I talked?" You hum, and she kicks her feet as she leans forward.

"So you and Joel did talk."

"Well, we probably would've if somebody didn't come barging in."

"Goddammit, I told him to wait," she groans. "Sorry, girl."

"Yeah, me too," you say, and she laughs. You bump her knee and give her a look. "Alright, your turn. What's going on with Tommy?"

"Nothing that could actually turn into anything."

"Aw, c'mon. Don't count yourself out so early."

"It's not counting myself out. It's being realistic. I live in Vienna. He lives here. I'm not ready to come back to the States, and he seems content, so there's nothing that can happen," she shrugs. "It was a fling. A very nice fling, but a fling nevertheless." She seems a little too sad for it to have been just a fling. They exchanged numbers, and you've caught her texting him several times. She said she did kiss him on New Year's Eve (before she threw up), but they didn't go any further besides flirting the next morning. You watched them test each other at breakfast, and he seemed just as interested in her as she was in him. They'd be cute together. She sighs and pushes her pasta around in her bowl like a dejected character from a period piece.

"Tommy is very handsome." You comment, and she grabs your arm, animating all of a sudden.

"Dude, I've been dying to talk about it. What the fuck are they putting in the water here? It's insane."

"It's annoying, right?"

"So annoying." She agrees. You laugh about it together and, finally, give her the details she's been waiting so patiently for. When you finish your story, her hands are over her mouth, and her eyes are wide. "Oh, my God. You have to get him back."

"I know, I know! He's driving me up a fucking wall." You say, taking a bite of food. It will get cold if you don't stop talking, but you also don't care.

"You could surprise him with some lingerie or something." She suggests, and you groan.

"God, I don't even remember the last time I bought lingerie."

"All the more reason to buy some."

"I don't know. I feel like I could just show up naked, and he'd be happy with that."

"He sounds like a keeper then."

"Yeah, I don't know," you shrug. "I like him a lot. I just… don't know if it's sustainable."

"Why?" She asks. You almost want to gesture around your messy apartment and half-put together life as if it will answer her question.

"I mean, he's a good guy, and we're having fun, but for how long? His kid's gonna be in at least one of my classes until she graduates. Not to mention, he has another daughter who is in medical school. We both work full-time. And then there's the whole having to keep it a secret thing. It could get really old really fast." You sigh.

"What if it doesn't?"

"What?"

"What if it doesn't get old? What if it ends up working out?" She asks. You take a deep breath. "You didn't even think about that possibility. Did you?"

"I just don't wanna get hurt."

"That's a very real possibility. Things could go wrong. He could break your heart. You could lose your job. Society as we know it could come crashing down, and you know what? The sun's still gonna come up the next day. The birds will still sing, and I will still be here," she says, putting her hand over yours. You purse your lips as you process her words. "You deserve nice things, kid. Don't count yourself out so early." She echoes your earlier sentiment, and you smile.

She's right. Of course, she's right. You don't let yourself think good things could happen because you're so focused on all the bad. She's known you for so long she can read your thoughts and know your habits before you can. What a horrifying and beautiful thing it is to be known inside and out like that.

"Maybe you should've been a writer instead of a musician," you say, and she laughs. You squeeze her hand and sigh as you look at her. "I'm really gonna miss you."

"I'm really gonna miss you, too."

"I wish you could stay."

"I know," she says. "But you need an excuse to come to Vienna, and I need an excuse to come to Austin, and if I stay, we lose that."

"I guess that's true."

"Besides, if I stop making trans-Atlantic calls, I think my phone company would be concerned." She points out, making you laugh. You know she's telling you what she's told herself this whole time. She loves Vienna, but you know she gets homesick. You know she's trying really hard to convince herself to get back on that plane. You don't push her about staying again. You just indulge in her presence.

"I love you." You say softly, and she smiles.

"I love you, too." She says.

It means so much more than just "I love you." It means, "I love you, and I want us both to eat well." It means, "I love you, and I can't imagine doing this life without you." It means, "I love you, and I know you have to go." Never any buts. Always ands, because love like this knows no bounds. Not borders, not time zones, not lifestyles.

You finish the dinner you made and clean the kitchen side by side before climbing into bed and staying up as late as possible to try and get Andie back on Vienna time. In the morning, you drag yourselves out of bed and sing in the car on the way to get coffee, and when the time comes for you to get her suitcase out of your backseat and watch her disappear behind glass doors, you hug her tight and tell her you love her again. She repeats the sentiment with another squeeze and deep breath that tells you how close to tears she is. Then, she turns around and doesn't look back to prove she's strong enough to leave. She doesn't need to prove anything to you. You always knew she was strong enough to do this.

The car ride back is emotional and lonely and tinged with the bass line of Ribs by Lorde, but your phone buzzes as you pull back into your apartment complex with tears staining your cheeks.

Thanks for letting us meet Andie. She's a really sweet person. I'm sorry she has to leave today.

You don't remember telling him what day she was leaving, but she might've told Tommy, and Tommy told Joel. You smile and text him back.

Thanks for taking care of us. She only had good things to say about you and Tommy. We'll have to all hang out again the next time she's home.

And then.

Thanks for checking on me. I really appreciate it.

Of course. I'm always a wreck when I have to drop Sarah off at the airport. I'm around if you wanna talk. Ellie's hanging out with some friends, and Tommy's on-site today.

You stare at the messages and debate your options. He basically just told you he's home alone and has nothing to do for the rest of the day. And yes, he is probably being sweet and really offering to talk if you're feeling lonely, but you also know how talking usually goes for you two. You smirk as you type out a message.

Just talk?

It seems like he can't type fast enough.

What else would you wanna do?

I think you made some promises you need to follow through on, Miller.

I guess I did.

Come over and I can do just that.

Actually, I have some work to get done :( maybe next time?

You lock your phone and bound up to your apartment, conscious of the sudden lengthening of time between messages. It's fun to imagine him trying to come up with a response that respects your boundaries but also lets you know how needy he is. He may have started this little game, but you're gonna be the one to perfect it. Thus begins the days upon days of not sexting, but not not sexting.

At first, it's just messages about how you miss him and wish he was around. He tries to find an excuse to come over, but you effectively cockblock him at every turn. Your response times get a little slower the more worked up he gets, so he has to figure it out on his own. You never would've thought Joel Miller, a man with gray in his beard and wrinkles lining his face, could be such a fast texter, but you figure there's nothing more desperate than a horny man.

Messages quickly escalate to pictures. They start off innocent enough: a picture of the painting you're working on, but your bare legs give away the fact that you're not wearing pants, a picture of him stepping out of a hot shower, his bare chest slightly red and glistening from the water, a picture of you wearing the burnt orange shirt he sent you home in New Year's Day with no bra on underneath. Then, you get a little bolder. After a quick trip to the mall, you pose in front of the mirror in a short delicate white night down with pretty lace details on the top, the hem barely hitting the tops of your thighs and showing off the large tattoos hiding there. You look hot, and imagining Joel's reaction to you makes you flush and rub your thighs together to get some relief.

It's true that Joel would've been happy if you showed up to his house wearing (or not wearing) anything, but when the photo pings to his phone, he's never been more grateful for Victoria's Secret in his life. His breath hitches in his throat, and he quickly tucks his phone into his chest like someone is gonna come up behind him and see what he's looking at. He's barely glanced at the photo and he's already straining in his jeans.

Goddamn, he texts back. You're so fucking pretty, baby.

You like it?

It's a dumb question, but you really don't care.

It's perfect.

What do you like about it?

Besides the fact that you're the one wearing it? I like that it makes you look like more of an angel than you already are, and I like that I can finally see those tattoos you've been hiding from me.

Bingo, you think to yourself. He was able to catch glimpses of the large pieces hiding on your back and shoulders at the art gallery, and when he picked up on New Year's Eve, you caught him staring at them each time. You thought he was following the inky lines up your body, but you couldn't be sure. Now, he's giving himself away, and you're practically buzzing with excitement.

You turn around in the mirror and arch your back, perfectly showing off your ass and the intricate tattoo lining your spine, and snap a picture. It's one of the largest ones you have, and it's also the easiest to hide. Besides, you definitely didn't get it for your own enjoyment. You live for moments like this. You send him the picture and smile as you type.

Like this one?

Your phone rings not even two minutes after he reads the message. You giggle when he groans into the receiver instead of greeting you.

"You're gonna fuckin' kill me, baby." He says, his voice so deep you can practically feel it rumble against your ear.

"I told you I'd get you back." You say it like it's obvious, but he just hums. There's shuffling on his end, and all you can do is wait for him to say something else.

"What else have you been hidin' underneath all those little dresses, hm?" He asks. "Tattoos. The most fuckin' perfect tits I've ever seen. Anythin' else I should know bout? 'S your pussy as pretty as the rest of ya?" You didn't mean for him to hear you gasp, but he seemed pleased that he could pull such a sound from you without even being in the same room. Just like that, any doubt or reservation you had left flies out the window. You finally cave and slip your hand down your panties to glide your fingers through your folds. "Am I makin' you wet, sweetheart?"

"Fuck," you mumble. It's absurd how turned on you are by this whole thing. Your fingers slowly circle your clit, and your head gets so fuzzy you almost forget to respond to him. "Yes, Joel."

"Are you playin' with yourself?" He asks, and you nod even though he can't see you. "Poor thing. I wish I could be there to help ya. I'd have you spread open for me so I can touch you however I want. Figure out what you like and what makes you cry for me." You put him on speaker and throw your phone down so you can focus on gliding through your wetness, your middle finger pushing into you slowly.

"What... what would you do?" You ask, breathless.

"I'd start by usin' my fingers just to feel you out, and I bet you'd feel so fuckin' good. I'd play with your clit until you're beggin' me to put a finger inside you, and I'd slip two in slowly while kissin' your inner thighs and watchin' you squeeze my fingers," you moan as you listen to his raspy voice and fuck yourself to his words. You try to imagine what his fingers would feel like inside of you. How different compared to yours, how much better they'd feel. Goddammit. "Then, I'd use my mouth on you while my fingers move in and out. I'd lick you all over and feel you soakin' me when I suck on your clit." He says, and you return to rubbing said bundle of nerves, faster this time, as you become acutely aware of his labored breathing over the phone.

Is he touching himself? The idea of him holding the phone with one hand and fisting his cock with the other sends a wave of heat down your spine, and you keen into your own hand. A shaky breath and muttered curse leave his lips, and then you know for sure what he's doing. Your head spins, and you'd be embarrassed by how close you are just from his voice if you weren't entirely focused on the pleasure clouding your brain.

"Fuck, Joel-"

"I know, baby, I know," he coos sympathetically. Another lewd moan leaves you as you get closer and closer to the edge, stars threatening the corners of your vision. "Are you gonna come for me like this?" He asks, and you hum in the affirmative, not trusting yourself to form words. "Come on. Let me hear you. I wanna hear what you sound like when you fall apart." His voice is coming faster and breathier, a light growl at the end of his words. How are you to deny him that?

The speed of your fingers on your clit increases, but it's his own broken whimpers that finally do it. Your back arches as the waves wash over you, and noises you didn't even know you could make escape your lips. You can vaguely hear a broken sigh accentuated by a particularly hot whine from Joel's end. Henry was never as vocal or talkative as Joel is. None of your past partners have been. In the aftershocks of your orgasm, you have a quick passing thought that he might ruin dating for you. You might never want to see anyone else who doesn't treat you like this. You might be fucked.

"Joel," you say when you have control over your thoughts again. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Get the fuck over here now."

Joel's house is on the other side of Austin. With traffic, getting to your apartment can take anywhere from twenty to forty-five minutes, depending on how fast you're willing to go and how many red lights you can pass under. Joel gets there in fifteen. You're still in the flouncy dress you bought specifically to torture him, but by the time you open the door for him, you're much less interested in making his life any more miserable than you already have over the past week.

He doesn't hesitate to charge into your apartment, grab your face, and kiss you like his life depends on it. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, and you open to him, clinging to him as his hands move from your face to the backs of your thighs to pick you up. You squeal in surprise and lock your legs around his waist to bring him closer and keep yourself from falling. Even though he obviously came over the phone at the same time you did, he's hard again and pressing against your bare pussy. He hisses when you grind against him, and his jaw clenches as he pulls away like he's in pain.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asks, wide eyes searching the hallway behind you.

"First door on the left." You say as you duck your head to kiss his neck. He sighs and indulges in the feeling of your tongue against his skin before he finally finds his feet and stumbles into your bedroom. You're halfway through marking him before he lays you down and immediately rucks his hands up your thighs, spreading them apart and making you whine.

"You okay?" He asks, stopping all movement to scan over your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod and reach for the buttons of his jeans.

"Yes. Just need you." You say.

"Are you sure?"

"Joel, I just came from the sound of your voice. Yes, I'm fucking sure." You say, a little frenzied as you pull at the hem of his shirt. He laughs as he pulls it over his head and quickly unzips his jeans.

"Feisty."

"Can you blame me?" You ask, and he shakes his head. He tugs his jeans and his briefs down at the same time and unveils all of him to you in one go. He's beautiful. You knew he would be, but seeing the graying chest hairs and the pretty happy trail leading down to his hard cock in between his strong, tan thighs is an entirely different thing. You reach for him, desperate to feel the weight of him in your hands, but he stops you by slipping the tiny straps of your night gown down your arms.

He carefully pulls the fabric down your body until it's pooled next to his clothes on the floor. His eyes fall to the black lines wrapping around your shoulders, and he draws his eyes to your collarbones and sternum, his breathing stuttering at the sight of you laid out under him.

"So much prettier than I imagined." He murmurs as he ducks his head to kiss the valley between your breasts. You smile and run your hands through his curls as he mouths at your chest, leaving red marks in his wake and making you press him closer.

"How many times have you thought about this?" You ask. Has he always wanted you in the way you've wanted him? You're almost positive he has. There's no other way to explain the reverence with which he's looking at you. He's so wrapped up in you it's almost suffocating. Every time you glance at his face, he's staring at you with soft eyes and blown pupils.

"Lost count." There it is. The confirmation. You grab at his ribs to bring him closer, pulling him over you to kiss him slow and deep. Despite the heat of him against you and the ache between your thighs, you both take the time to savor it. That is until his overthinking takes over. "I didn't bring a condom. Fuck, I was in a rush. I didn't think." He says quickly, like he's waiting for you to back out or push him away. You bring your thumb up to the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows and smooth it away, kissing his jaw.

"You think I would get you all worked up to not be prepared? C'mon, baby," you turn the nickname around on him, and he leans into your hand like a cat. "Top drawer." You say. He scrambles to your bedside table and grabs the first one he can find as you move onto all fours while he's distracted. You listen for the foil ripping and the subtle sound of the latex fitting over him. You can't stop the smirk from forming when he looks up and sees the sight in front of him.

"Fuckin' Hell," he mutters. Your back is arched perfectly, your hair gathered over your shoulder, and the tattoo you got done so many years ago is on display for him. "You are so goddamn perfect." He says as he presses his chest into your back and kisses your shoulder. He plants a few more kisses across your neck and back, making you wait longer than you already have, and just when you think you're going crazy, he slowly pushes into you and punches all the air from your lungs.

He's big. Bigger than anyone you've been with before, and he seems to know that. He rolls his hips, and you moan, gripping at the sheets under you for stability as you adjust. His breathing is ragged behind you, and he groans when you involuntarily clench around him. "You okay?" He asks, his voice straining. His patience and self-control should be fucking studied.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You assure him, and he nods. He starts to move slowly at first, but when you start whining and shaking under him, he snaps. You're both impatient. Months of following the rules and caring about what other people could think or say tumble out of your heads as he sets a rough pace. You've been dreaming about this and pushing it away since he walked into your classroom that day, and now that it's happening, you can't hide how desperate you are for him. You cry his name as he fucks into you deeply, no part of your bodies not touching, but it's still not close enough.

"You're so fuckin' good for me, baby. Jesus fuck," he moans into your ear, his uneven breaths echoing into your skull. "You feel so good."

He sits back and brings you with him, changing the angle and forcing him deeper inside of you as his hand snakes around your waist and dips to play with your clit. You curse loudly and dig your nails into his forearm as bright pleasure courses through your veins. "'M gonna come if you keep doing that," you warn, your voice high and strained as he adds a little more pressure.

"C'mon, honey, come on my cock for me. Please, I want it." It could be the slight whine in his voice or the fact that he's begging you for it, or the fact that the tight circles he's rubbing into your clit are making you see stars, but you come hard. You rely on him to hold you upright as he fucks you through your high, the slick between your thighs growing as his own orgasm washes over him, and he moans directly in your ear, an unexpected but not unpleasant gift. You think you could get off again just to the sounds he makes when he's coming.

You stay like that for a second, wrapped up in each other and breathing hard with him still inside you, before he finally finds the courage to slip out of you with only a tiny pained moan. He carefully guides you onto your back, your bones jelly, and kisses your cheek before he pads off to the bathroom to throw away the used condom.

It's quiet again in the apartment, but it's not lonely anymore. He makes himself at home in your space, asking if he can get water and snacks from your kitchen and walking around naked as the day he was born. "I wanna make sure you've got enough energy for round two." He says, making you laugh.

"Are you finally gonna make good on your promise to take your time with me?"

"Fuck yeah." He says, coming back to kiss your lips one more time before walking to the kitchen. It's like if he goes a few minutes without tasting you, he can't function, or at least, that's what he makes it seem like. You're more than receptive to the attention and can only watch as he walks around. Your trust in your legs is not strong enough to get up just yet.

In the domestic silence, it would be easy for your mind to run rampant with rogue thoughts and anxieties, but when Joel returns to the bedroom with snacks, bottles of water, and those stupidly sweet eyes, they get pushed to the back burner. He gets under the covers and pulls you into him, his warm body grounding you to this moment and not letting your thoughts stray. He presses kisses to your hair and your face every so often as you talk about everything and nothing.

Somehow, it feels natural, like you've been doing this the whole time or like everything was leading up to this. Maybe it was. Still, you'll need to talk about this. You know you will.

Just... not yet.

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Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 8 - Lucy Bronze x Reader

Summary ''Apple tarts and tiramisu'': Lucy just moved to Barcelona, you offer to teach her Spanish. Reader gets into a relationship with Lucy Bronze who she met while she served her an apple tart.

Chapter inspiration by the ask from this anon.

Other parts: masterlist

SMUT - MINORS DNI , warnings: explicit.

Wordcount: 8k (a big one!)

-> When i was writing this i accidentally deleted my draft 😭 so yeah i had to re-write,, and i was very anoyed about it bcs my brain is a sieve (i had to google sieve bcs i didn't know that you write sieve like sieve, huh!?) anyways i couldn't remember some pieces, so yeah i had to rethink, enjoy pt. 8. it's writen with blood, sweat and tears and dedication 😭.

-> But thanks for staying tuned and i hope you enjoy reading it xx

(mostly written at night so maybe it's crap xx)

Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 8

It was monday, you had a teaching job, having to teach english to some rich parents' kid who was appearently failing at the subject in school. Usually this type of job, a spoiled kid, wouldn't be your favourite, but this kid was quite alright so the time went by quick enough.

You hadn't seen Lucy since wednesday, as your sceduals had both been full. Saturday she had had preparations for the sunday game and in the afternoon and night you had a planned hangout with your friends at the beach. On sunday you went to the game with most of the friends that'd been also at the barbeque, and the day had unfortunately gone in such a way that you had not seen each other one on one.

You had texted and called, you had suggested to meet Monday morning before you had tutoring, but Lucy said she couldn't.

You had wondered what she was going to do but didn't want to come across as nagging, after all you had agreed to have dinner at your place that evening, she deseverd some time for herself aswell.

It was late afternoon and you were on your way home when your phone buzzed.

''hey Luce what's up''.

''hi bub, im at yours, but you're not home yet, aren't ya?''.

''i'm about to be, sorry didn't know you'd be so early''.

''oh-'' you heared Lucy's dissapointment ''i just- i knew we were gonna cook together, but-''.

''no! i meant i just.. didn't know... i like it luce, i missed you''.

''ahh'' she sounded relieved ''good, i missed you too''.

''look behind you'' you said as you turned around the street that bordered yours.

You saw Lucy turn and search around, you waved at her. When she spotted you a big smile crossed her face and she waved back.

She hung up and walked towards you, as you were still walking towards her, or rather your front door.

''hi baby'' Lucy said excitedly.

You frowned as you eyed up the bag she was holding and the backpack she was wearing ''moving in?'' you joked.

Lucy laughed ''yeah, would you like that?''. ''no im kidding, i brought some stuff to cook together, and in my backpack are some clothes, because someone told me we wear different sizes'' she chuckled thinking back about last week.

''i think you could pull it of'' you grinned ''maybe i can put you in one of my dresses?''.

Lucy laughed ''i have worn dresses you know''.

''really?'' you said, not being able to hide your suprise ''i want to see pictures''.

''oh you haven't googled that?'' Lucy asked genuinly surprised.

''no i haven't googled you'' you laughed ''should i?''.

Lucy frowned ''hmm, i dont know there's some weird stuff out there''.

You grinned ''uh yeah, like those video's, i don't know what they're called, yfs/n showed me".

"What was in it?"

You blushed "well, uhm, basicly it was a compilation of your abs and stuff..''.

''thirst trap?''.

''AH YES, thirst trap was it, i saw one but then we put the phone away again because it was a bit strange''.

You opened the door as the two of you had arrived at the front of your building.

Lucy was quietly chuckling as she walked to the elevator and pressed the button ''you're cute'' she said as she turned back to you.

''you are too'' you said as you leaned in to kiss her ''i missed you''.

"Next time just watch a thirst trap" Lucy said laughingly.

"Maybe i will" you teased back before kissing her.

Lucy broke the kiss when the elevator had opened and you stepped in ''i missed you too'' Lucy smiled ''i love you''.

''i love you too'' you said as you followed Lucy into the elevator.

You now you noticed she was quite dressed up, not having seen it before because of the bags ''why are you dressed up so nice''.

Lucy chuckled ''would you rather i came in my kit?''.

''hmm'' you thought back at how hot she had looked on sunday ''well i wouldn't be opposed to that'' you wiggled your eyebrows.

''by the way, you are looking very good yourself'' Lucy moved on from the subject.

You rolled your eyes, you were wearing a long skirt and a white tucked in blouse ''profesionalismo, for my estudiante''.

Lucy grinned ''you can teach me some lessons''.

''are we there already'' you chuckled at Lucy's cheesy line as the elevator doors opened.

''no i'm sorry'' Lucy said as she put her hand on your back when you put your key in the door ''first our culinary date''.

You opened the door and let Lucy pass you, as you gave her a kiss on the cheek you whispered ''well im not sorry''.

Lucy grinned as she walked straight to your kitchen ''i have some things to put in the fridge''.

''you know i just got my groceries this morning'' you said loudly so Lucy could hear you from the hallway ''so we could've cooked up something from that''.

''yeah i know'' Lucy said back ''but i didn't know if you had things to make a salad and that's the only thing we still have to make''.

You were now also in the kitchen, after getting of your shoes and putting your bag and laptop away in your small office room.

''What?''.

''hm'' Lucy acted innocently ''don't you like salad?''.

''yeah i do'' you came closer to Lucy and hugged her ''but what did you bring then?''.

Lucy smiled and looked down at your face ''it's a surprise''.

''but we're going to eat it right, so how long wll you keep it a secret?''.

''that's true'' Lucy chuckled

''it's got to do with this morning doesn't it'' you frowned.

''how did you know'' Lucy laughed ''are you a detective?'' she said while tickeling you slightly.

''no'' you chuckled and tried to escape from Lucy ''stop Luce!'' ''babe''.

''you are so ticklish'' Lucy grinned ''sorry, i'll stop'' ''and yes it had to do with my activity today''.

You waited eagerly for her to continue but she didn't, instead she got a tupperwear from her bag.

''pasta'' she said triumphantly.

You could recognise that plastic container everywhere ''my parents?''. ''you went to my parents?''.

Lucy grinned ''yes, Elena and i gave eachother our numbers the other day and she invited me''.

''she gave you food for our date night?''. ''is that why she wasn't at the bakery this morning?''. You asked confused.

''she didn't just give it to me, well.. she did.. but we made it together''. Lucy smiled ''she told me this was your favourite, well.. she asked me what i wanted to learn and i asked what dish of hers you liked the most''.

You smiled ''a cooking lesson?''.

''si'' Lucy said ''and i think i might have learned some more spanish''. she gulped ''your dad is...''.

You chuckled ''yeah i didn't know you were going to meet him otherwise i would've warned, he doesn't know a word of English''.

´´yeah´´ Lucy relaxed a litlle more ´´but he is nice, just like your mom´´.

´´i can´t wait to meet your parents´´.

´´they´ll love you´´ Lucy smiled ´´just like i do´´.

´´so if we don´t have to cook we still have a lot of time to pass, i mean it´s not even 5 o´clock yet´´ you said ´´what do you want to do?''.

''maybe we can watch something?'' Lucy said ''i would say a walk or something but i need to put my legs up for a bit, i've been standing all day''.

''yeah sure'' you said ''maybe you can pick something, i am going to put some other clothes on because these clothes are not really comfortable''.

A few moments later you were laying on the couch with Lucy, it felt nice, it felt domestic. Lucy had picked a movie and you were laying in front of her, you felt her chest rise and fall against you and every now and then a little stream of air came rhythmically into your neck.

You shuffled further back against her and Lucy put her arm around you tighter ''you comfy?'' she asked quietly.

''mhm'' you hum happily and reached to hold the hand that was infront of you before bringing it to your mouth to give her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

Lucy returned the favor by planting a soft kiss in you neck.

After a while, when you were actually getting quite invested in the movie Lucy had put on, you felt her body relax and her grip on you loosen. Her breath became shallow and uneven for a minute before it settled on a deeper more even pace.

You imagined she was probably very tired and you knew she had seen the movie before so you decided to let her sleep.

Even when she, at some point nearing the end of the movie, starting snoring lightly, you figured she needed the rest and just tried to tried to focus on the subtitles. You didn´t want to move to put the tv louder and you actually found the little sounds quite endearing.

The movie had ended and the subtitels came on, appearantly the sound was a little different or more loud, because Lucy started to stir behind you. You heard low but soft grunts as she burried her face against you and held you tighter again.

You turned around below her arm ´´good sleep?'' you chuckled as you saw Lucy's sleepy head ''or are you still tired''.

Lucy had her eyes still closed but smiled ''msorry'' she murmured ''you're just so comfy''.

You kissed her forehead ''ready to make some salad?".

Lucy burried her face against you ''mhmm, one more second'' she murmured.

While heating up the pasta and making a salad Lucy had insisted she'd get everything out of the fridge, as she had something in there for after dinner.

You thought it was adorable how she wanted to make everything a surprise, you guessed she'd probably made a dessert with your mom aswell, but you were curious what it would be, if she'd also asked what your favourite would be for that, it would be tiramisu.

While eating the pesto pasta with chicken, parmesan cheese and pine nuts, with the side salad of arugula, goat cheese, dried tomatoes and walnuts, Lucy and you were talking about your past.

Lucy had lived in England, where she had grown up, then had been to America, England again, France, England and now Barcelona.

Your story was a bit more boring, Barcelona, born and raised and further than that English teacher and barista. You had once been to England for 3 weeks at university, with a host family. It was fun to talk about it with Lucy for a while, to share your cultural experiences.

Before you two knew it, it was a lot later ''time for dessert?'' Lucy asked when you started to clear the table.

You smiled ''yeah let's see what you made, the pasta was really good by the way'' you said as you leaned in to grab Lucy's plate but also to give her a little kiss.

Lucy also stood up from the table and helped to carry some stuff back to the kitchen.

As she pulled out a glass tray she beamingly said ''your favourite''.

''awww Luce'' you cooed as you recognised the tiramisu ''i love you''.

''i love you too'' Lucy said ''that's why i had to learn how to make your favourite dessert ofcourse''.

''you're perfect'' you said as she put the tray on the counter and searched around for some little plates and forks. You loved the way she was so comfortable in your place already, and you couldn't believe she had met your parents behind your back to surprise you.

''want to eat this on the couch?'' Lucy asked as she plated two scoops of the dessert.

''mhm sounds nice''.

The dessert was as perfect as always, just how your mom made it. You had given Lucy many compliments and when you two had both finished you had climbed on her lap to give her a proper thank you for the surprises.

''thank you Lucy, your such a good girlfriend to me'' you said before giving her a kiss.

Lucy hummed in the kiss and pulled away ''you make me want to be a good girlfriend and you are such a good girlfriend to me too, i loved seeing you in a Bronze shirt yesterday''.

You chuckled ''yeah you liked our outfits? we went to the fan store before the game and everyone wanted to wear yours so i couldn't stay behind''.

Lucy looked at you surprised ''you didn't want too?''.

''you hadn't scored yet'' you teased Lucy ''we made a bet remember.. but i guess clearing those balls from the goalline are even better then scoring so i thought i'll see it through''.

''oh how generous'' Lucy chuckled as she went in for another kiss ''but seriously, it suits you, maybe you wear it even better then i do''.

You rolled your eyes and kissed her back.

Slowly the kiss changed into a make out session, while sitting in her lap you cupped the back of her neck and Lucy´s hands started to wonder around on your body.

After a while the kiss slowed down and you could tell Lucy's mind was elsewhere, as her hands were no longer roaming your body and you led the kiss.

You pulled away smiling ''speak up'' you say nudging her on.

She seemed to snap back in to reality and blushed ''uhh, what?''.

''your mind is somewhere else'' you said.

Lucy shook her head in disbelieve "you really are a detective aren't ya".

You chuckled ''come on share your thoughts'' you cheer on, but Lucy didn't say anything.

You grinned as she stayed quiet ''no appropriate thoughts hm?''

Lucy blushed ''ehrm, well, i have a pressent for you, but now im second guessing myself and im kinda nervous''.

You looked at her suspiciously ''a gift? why, and also how could that be bad?''.

''maybe we should kiss more first'' Lucy tried.

''you can't focus because your thinking about a gift that's maybe bad'' you evaluated the situation.

Lucy's blush grew darker ''well'' . . ''yes''.

You chuckled ''i won't think it's weird or bad or stupid Luce, try me'' you said as you went to sit next to her, rather then on her lap, to give her space to go and retrieve the gift.

Lucy stood up from the couch and went to fetch her backpack.

''Clothes?'' you ask laughingly as she comes back.

''well, i said there's clothes in here, yes, but there's also a few other things''. she said as she zipped the bag open, she handed you a wrapped up box, another wrapped up present and a slightly smaller box.

''wow, it feels like my birthday'' you laugh as you took everything from her and layed it on the couch.

''when is your birthday actually?'' Lucy suddenly asked, realising she doesn't even know that.

''July, just before i met you'' you smile ''and you?'',

''October''.

''ah okay, we haven't missed eachothers birthday yet'' you joked.

''this is just a present for you, a special present, i hope i made the right decision and this isn't weird'' Lucy she said, stuttering over her words.

You patted the place next to you for her to sit back again.

When Lucy sat back on the couch you climbed back on her lap and gave her a kiss before whispering ''it's a sextoy isn't it''.

Lucy's cheeks flushed even more and she nodded quietly ''i-is that okay?''.

You laugh about her nervousness ''babe im sure you picked something great''.

She chuckled nervously ''well why don't you open it'' she suggested.

She grabbed the biggest box first and handed it to you.

You eagerly ripped the paper and was met with a abstract image of a dildo, you chuckled as you recognised it as the same one Lucy had.

You looked at her surprised ''why were you so nervous for this?''.

''well i thought i'll buy you your own, so we-

You finished her sentence ''so we can fuck regardless of the appartment we're in''.

Lucy seemingly regained some of her confidence ''yeah, as you seemed to like it a lot, and so do i, so i thought, you know, might aswell'' she wiggled her eyebrows.

''Might aswell'' you chuckled ''well how thoughtfull'' you said, giving Lucy a little kiss.

''mhmm'' Lucy grinned ''but it's a slightly bigger, an inch'' she said pointing at the box.

You blushed "well i think we can work with that hm?".

"I'll make sure you're ready" lucy said in a tone sounding both caring and fucking hot, you couldn´t help but imagine Lucy wearing it.

You were curious at the other things Lucy had handed you and quickly unwrapped the other two presents too.

One was a copy of the leather harness and in the smaller box was a vibrator, just like the one you had seen her put inside the harness last week.

''hmm, you went all out didn't you?''.

''uhm, i'd say this is the basics'' Lucy chuckled ''i mean, i rebought- she stopped and looked at you.

You chuckled ''you can talk about exes Luce, i thought we cleared that up''.

''uhm i haven't heared about your exes yet'' Luce said ''and you only know one of mine''.

''Yeah okay, but i meant like the fact we can talk about it''.

''right'' Lucy said ''well, when Keira and i broke up i trew away all.. the things .. and i just rebought the things you saw in my drawer, as that were the things i liked the most''.

You were curious now, as she had already had the toys when the two of you had met ''did you use yours on other people?'''.

Lucy blushed ''well, no, but i'll be honest and say i did buy them hoping to use them on someone, if i had met someone cute, luckily for me i met a realllllyyyy cute cutie and now i'll never have to rebuy anything''.

You grinned ''you do realise you just bought new things right?''.

''yeah, but that's different" Lucy rolled her eyes lighthearterdly "it's an add-on to the collection, we're building a little collection together''.

''sooo cute, our sex-toy-collection'' you mock.

Lucy grinned ''you seemed to love it'.'

''hm'' you acted undisturbed ''it's more about the person behind the toy for me''.

''oh reallyyy?'' Lucy's grin got even bigger ''thanks for the compliment''.

''yeah you're really good in bed''.

''hmm, say more''.

''i've never been with someone who made me ... you know''.

''what?'' Lucy looked smugly at you ''made you what pretty girl?''.

''squirt'' you say quietly.

Lucy groaned ''hm, then it's a good thing i gave my pretty little girlfriend a strap of her own so she can tell me when she needs it used on her... then we can make that happen more often, hm?''.

You nodded.

''yeah you like that mh" Lucy grinned "and did i guess right with the harness, you liked this one better hm?''.

''y-yeah'' you said with your voice cracking from being so turned on.

''what do like about it?''.

You blushed ''ehrm, your butt l-looked very good and the leather''.

''hmmm, your butt also looks so good'' Lucy said as she ran her hands over your ass ''oh by the way they didn't have the same one as me, so its also another colour'' Lucy said as she looked at you narrowly ''do you want to see it?''.

''mhm''.

Lucy pulled open the box and in it was a blue rubber dick, and like she said it was a little bigger then the one Lucy had.

You liked the colour maybe even better than the purple one Lucy had.

''it's pretty'' you cooed ''i like the colour''.

Lucy chuckled ''good, blue suits you too''.

You blushed and stated ´´and it is a little bigger''.

''wel.." lucy said "in the store there was one that was the same, i just can't with that colour, so i thought i'd buy this one, a little bigger'' Lucy admitted.

''hmm, what colour?'' you asked.

Lucy looked at you with a disgusted face ''like realistic''.

You laughed out loud ''not a fan?''.

''no'' Lucy shook her head ''it weirds me out''.

´´so a bigger one´´ you giggle.

She looked at you with her eyes investigating yours ´´only if you are okay with it´´.

´´im okay with it, but im amuzed at how you don´t like a realistic one as you did like .. uhm .. me to .. you know´´.

Lucy arched an eyebrow ´´what''.

''suck it'' you say quietly as you lost eyecontact with her and looked down.

''did you not like it?''

''uhm.. well.. . i did.. but i dont know if i did it right? it was my first time actually''.

Lucy gently got you to sit back on her lap and look at her again, you saw an amazed smile on her face. ''that was your first time doing that?''.

''yeah'' you blushed ''i always thought it was kinda rediculous or something, but with you.. it was.. hot, i mean for me it was, but i dont-

''hey'' Lucy said as she grabbed your hands ''you are incredible, everything you do is hot'' she gave you a gentle kiss ''but i now realise we might need to talk about everything a bit more, hm? i mean consent is one thing, but maybe we should talk about our experience as well" she smiled "but i know i find it dificult sometimes... i mean... exibit A , this whole present thingy'' Lucy said as she briefly waved over the box with the toy ''but the other night when we set some ground rules worked quite good right? maybe we can try to talk about more things like that, but.. like.. with more even dynamics'' she chuckled at that last bit.

You laughed back ''i think that would be good, and it can be hot to talk about it, no?'' you said looking at her.

''i think we can become even better at sex together'' Lucy grinned as she cupped your face and caressed your cheeks with her thumbs.

Again you chuckled ''you know there's no trophies to be won right''.

Lucy grinned ''i feel even better from making you feel good''.

///

About three hours had been spent talking trough ex-partners, previous experiences, preferences and after that it had headed towards a detailed evaluation of the things Lucy and you done and what both of your feelings were about it.

At one point you had admitted to like the more dominant Lucy the most, as you had told her you'd imagined her like that since the first time the two of you had slept together.

Lucy had said she liked the control, but that she also desired to love you and take her time.

That was when she admitted to hold back with you more then she'd ever done with other partners, as she was hesitant about hurting you.

You had said that with good communication the two of you could probably ease in to that more.

The whole time you had been sitting next to Lucy, with you legs swung over hers. Gentle touches had been shared throughout the night and the ocassional kiss had found place.

Now Lucy leaned over to you, giving you gentle kiss, this time on your lips, you answerd the kiss eagerly as the conversation topics of tonight had been very hot and steamy at some points.

As Lucy was still in her blouse and slacks, you had changed into a jumper and shorts earlier, you hadn't cared to put on a bra below it.

Lucy pulled you on her lap without breaking the kiss making you shift and you realised your underwear was ruined.

All the talking had had quite the effect on your body, as you were an visual thinker, and some of the things Lucy had said had sparked a heat in your body that you needed answered.

Your hands find their way to the buttons of Lucy's shirt and you unbutton them quickly.

When her blouse is hanging open, you break the kiss and slightly shift backwards starting to kiss Lucy's jaw to under her ear, back to her jaw and going to her neck, eventually trailing you way down her torso.

You nibble at the skin at her collarbone, kiss the part of her breast that isn't covered by her sports bra, and slowly work your way down to her abs. As you do so, you climb off her lap and gently sit down on the floor between her legs.

Lucy groans as she looks at you littering her body in kisses, you made eyecontact while rubbing your hands along her thighs, from her knees to her hips.

Her breath hitches in her throat.

You hands find the button of her pants and Lucy lifted her hips from the couch to give you space to pull her pants down as you had unzipped her fly.

Your head was burried between her legs now, first you had peppered her skin with more kisses and had taken your time until Lucy had whined for you to use your mouth on her.

Your hands find their way on Lucy thighs as you burried your head between her legs.

It didn't take long for Lucy to come undone and you had heared a little moan coming from her while her fingers were tangled in your hair, which had sadly prevented you from taking a look at her face while she came.

When Lucy's hand had freed itself from your hair and you had cleaned her with your tongue, you climbed back up, pushing yourself from the ground using her legs.

She looked hazy, you asked ''are you okay?''.

''Mhmm'' she said smiling ''you're good with your mouth''.

You giggled.

''You are!'' Lucy egged on.

You blushed and went in for a kiss ''y tú'' (hear who's talking) you whispered.

Before you could try and take place on her lap again she was standing too.

''let's get to the bed'' Lucy said as she nudged you gently ''i'll be right behind you''.

You went to your bedroom as you saw Lucy taking the toys she had gifted you. You thought she was probably going to clean them.

The thought of her going out of her way to a store like that to pick something up for you made you giddy.

A couple of moment had passed before Lucy came to join you in the bedroom, You hadn't known what to do with yourself so you had just plopped down on the bed, laying against the headboard.

She walked in carrying the toy, but already wearing the harness. She still wore her blouse. The visual of her wearing the harness combined with the sight of her abs on display, poorly covered by the unbuttoned shirt, was hot.

She grinned at you, raising one eyebrow, she asked ´´still dressed?''.

''Didn't know you told me to undress'' you said honestly.

''hmm, you need directions'' Lucy walked closer to you ''please undress for me pretty girl''.

You eagerly pulled your shirt of as you were shuffling of the bed to get your shorts off too.

''so beautiful'' Lucy cooed as she trew the dildo on the end of the bed and closed the remaining distance between the two of you.

''you also look very good'' you said with you hands on Lucy chest, slipping underneath the fabric of her shirt and slipping it of her shoulders ''do a spin for me?'' you asked Lucy.

The way you asked Lucy made her chuckle, but she did as you had asked her and turned her back to you.

Your eyes travelled down to inspect her ass, which as you had suspected, looked very good straped into the leather harness.

You ran your finger along one of the straps and couldn't resist giving a squeeze to one of her cheeks, before Lucy turned around again.

''like it?''.

''yeah'' you said blushing.

Lucy smiled as she gently cupped your face ''good'' she said before kissing you.

While kissing Lucy carefully walked you back against the bed laid you on it.

As the two of you were laying on the bed, she started grinding down on you with her leg ''i missed you'' she panted as she broke the kiss.

Chuckling you said ''you mean sex'' and your hand travelled to her neck, guiding her deeper into your neck as you looked up with closed eyes from the sensation when she sucked on a sensitive spot.

Lucy stopped and pressed herself a bit higher look at you ''no i missed you''.

''we have seen eachother yesterday'' you said rolling your eyes ''it's fine Luce, i missed our sex too''.

Lucy grunted ''i missed touching you then''.

''mkay'' you chuckled ''well better go on then''.

''no i need you to understand this is more then just sex for me'' Lucy said as she sad back on her knees.

You shot up to sit aswell ''Luce, i get what you meant, i missed being this close to you too'' you say as you rubbed her thighs.

Lucy smiled ''i love you''.

''i love you too'' you said as you leaned over to retrieve the dildo from the end of the bed ''now let's try this, hm?''.

Lucy nodded as she took it from you and skillfully attached it to the harness ´´little impatient?''.

Your cheeks flushed as you traced your hands along Lucy's body ''well we've had quite the build-up didn't we''.

''My pretty little impatient girl'' Lucy said as she took your hands from her and redirected them to behind her neck, scooting closer to you.

You pressed yourself against Lucy and while kissing, you tried to push her back on the bed and climb on top of her.

Lucy grinned in to the kiss and easily flipped you on your back.

You chuckled as she broke the kiss and started burrieing herself in your neck, licking, biting and sucking at your skin making you ticklish.

She stopped and pushed herself up from you, she grinned ''what''.

Your hands squeezed her biceps ''you tickled me'' you chuckle.

''Oh'' said Lucy nonchalantly ''you mean like this?'' and started ambushing the other side of your neck, making you squirm and laugh below her.

She stopped again and smiled at you.

You were still laughing as you leaned up and captured her lips for a kiss.

The kiss deepend as Lucy leaned forward and you wrapped your legs around her.

The kiss slowly became a rhythmic mix of movements and with every grind you felt her rubber dick against you. You were desperate for her to enter you.

“Please Luce,” you sighed longingly.

She sat up back on her knees and looked at you enamoured, caressing your chest ''what do you want baby?''.

''i want you'' you said while trying to strangle her with your legs again.

''mhmm'' Lucy hummed as she traced her fingers along your inner thighs. She held your ankles and gently guided your legs apart.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you anticipated for her to enter you.

But she didn't, instead, she climbed down the bed a bit and lowered herself inbetween your legs.

Your legs twitched as you felt her sniffle ''que carajo?'' (what the fuck?) ''Luce?''.

She looked up from between your legs "sorry, you smell so good" she said as she pressed soft kisses against your legs.

You pushed her jokingly against her head ''you're crazy'' you said semi weirded-out semi laughing about her weird compliment.

Lucy acted as if the push on her head forced her to your core, she licked along your lips and groaned ''hmm, and you taste so good too''.

You moved your hand a bit to have a better grip on her head and this time you did push her deeper against you. You groaned as she flattened her tongue against you.

She was working magic with her mouth but you needed more ''Luce'' you pleaded stroking her head.

Lucy looked up with a smug grin ''more?''.

You nodded ''y-yeah'' and she traced two fingers along your core.

Lucy slid her fingers inside and you moaned as she slowly started pumping in to you.

She watched you observingly as you dropped your head onto the pillow, focusing on the feeling of her thick fingers ''you still want more hm?''.

You arched from the bed at her words and a hoarse moan slipped from your troath as you tried to speak while losing Lucy's fingers.

Just when you wanted to protest you felt her lining herself up with your entrance.

You widened your legs eagerly for her and looked at her, Lucy was looking down as she shuffled a bit to position herself better.

She looked up and met your awaiting eyes. She leaned forward to kiss you again and you moaned into her mouth when you felt her rubbing the dick along your pussy.

She guided the head of her strap along you entrance and collected your wetness, spreading it along your centre, gently rubbing your clit.

When your eyes met with hers you nodded, you were desperate for her to slide in, you had never felt more ready.

You saw her looking down with a concentrated face as she slowly slid in, you closed your eyes as you concentrated on the slighty longer and slightly girthier dick that entered you.

When she was probably half-way in you felt her stop, you opened your eyes and saw her looking at you ''are you okay?'' she asked sweetly.

'''mhhm Luce, so good'' you say as you hands reach for her hips and your tried to pull her closer.

She smiled and leant down to kiss your neck as she let you guide her hips into you.

You helt her against you when she was completely inside you, wanting to get used to the feeling, you felt full, but you felt really good.

Lucy pushed herself up a bit to look you in the eyes as she slowly started thrusting, she pulled back a tiny bit before she bottomed all the way back in, she kept this on for a while until she pulled out again completely.

You whined at the loss, but she slid back in carefully before you could think about it any further. With the tip of the dildo she gently fucked you a few times before she jolted her cock all the way in again.

You moaned as she carefully built up her speed and grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to her.

The way she grinded against you while fucking you, with rythm and measured precision, made you see stars. Lucy reached down and started stimulating your clit as she kept her pace up and looked at you. The fullness of the new strap, the way it gritted alongst your walls and the way she looked on top of you, made you sure you wouldn't be able to last much longer.

The familiar feeling that Lucy had brought up in you many times now was back, it was building in your lower belly and if Lucy kept going like this it would soon unravel and the orgasm would travel through your entire body.

Your walls clenched around her as you moaned her name ''fuck, Luce'' ''i-'' ''almost''.

She slowly slowed her pace again ''want you to ride me'' she asked panting.

You nodded and she pulled out to lay besides you.

Damn, you thought, usually Lucy would sit up when you would ride her, but now she was laying down completely, her head wasn't even on a pillow.

You crawled on top of her and sat on top of her hips, feeling the strap between your legs.

As you stabilized yourself with your hands on her abs you grinded down on the rubber dick before reaching down and guiding it back inside after you sat up a bit.

Closing your eyes you slowly lowered yourself back on her cock and you groaned the moment it was completely inside again.

With two hands on her stomach you started riding Lucy, with a few struts you had found a position that stimulated your clit and angled the dick inside perfectly.

You opened your eyes as a sighed moan fell from your open mouth and you saw Lucy looking at you with lust, you felt that her hands had found their place back on your hips.

Keeping up your rhythm you took one of Lucy's hands and placed it on your breast, her other automatically followed suit and you balanced yourself on her stomach again with both hands, it was hot how you felt her abs under your hands, every now and then they twitched and you imagined the vibrator working really well for Lucy this way, with you now on top.

You were surprised when you saw Lucy close her eyes and heard a soft moan ''fuck, y/n, you're gonna make me cum'' she grunted as she rolled your nipples through her fingers.

Your head flung up at the sensation ''wait for me Luce, almost'' you panted as you grinded down harder on her.

''im so close''

''fuck''

With a few more strokes you felt Lucy's muscles spasm below you, but you kept up a few more seconds until your own orgasm washed over you.

A loud but breathless moan came from your mouth as you tumbled over the edge and slowly grinded out your high before getting of her fake cock and collapsing on Lucy.

Weakly smiling she pulled you closer against her as you rested your head on her chest.

You felt her heart beat freakishly fast and her breath was uneven, just like the way her chest rose and fell.

It took a moment for the both of you to recollect yourself, when Lucy had caught her breath again she gently caressed your hair ''that was amazing'' she chuckled ''i don't know what got over me, i've never come like that from doing that''.

You laughed as you looked up to her ''you came quicker then me''.

''i know, i was already on the edge when i was fucking you, but it seemed like you riding me was even worse''.

''worse?'' you chuckled

''i mean, i didn't want to come so quick'' Lucy chuckled back ''so i thought we would switch positions, but the sight of you'' she groaned ''fuck, when you took my hands'' ''and the way your hands were on my stomach''.

You trailed your fingers along her stomach ''hard not to''.

She laughed, making her belly shake beneath you ''well cherish them while they are still here, I am eating so many treats now, they will surely be gone soon''.

''nah'' you shook your head ''you run it off everyday''.

''there's only so many tiramisu you can run off in a day''.

''okay, well you do more then just running''.

''mhmm'' Lucy said ''i have a great cardio partner''.

''or boxing, or weights''.

Lucy hummed as she rolled the two of you over ''i have this really really great cardio partner''.

///

After the two of you had taken a bath together and Lucy had made the bed again, the two of you laid down back in bed, talking about the past days and the comming week.

''it's sad you have to leave so early tomorrow'' Lucy sighed.

''yeah but you have to train aswell'' you chuckled.

''true, but we would've had a few more hours'' Lucy pouted.

''well that's real life''

''i know'' Lucy said ''oh, by the way, you haven't been on insta have you?''.

''no why?'' you said as you turned around looking for your phone, but realised it was still in the kitchen or at the couch maybe.

''you haven't accepted me as a follower'' Lucy said pulling a sad face.

''we are following eachother on that one account right? or did you follow me with your real one'' you joke.

''yeah'' Lucy nodded ''and i posted something this afternoon''.

''now im curious'' you said getting up from the bed.

After a second of looking around you found your phone, it was on the kitchen island. You took it and went back to the bedroom while opening the app.

You weren't much of a social media person, you had an account for the caffee and your mom's bakery, but your personal account wasn't really active.

You saw the bakery and the caffee had been tagged in a post with a lot of likes but you would check that out later because you first wanted to see what Lucy had been on about.

You opened your own account and you accepted Lucy as a follower.

In the meantime you had reached the bed again and crawled back on it, to lay back on Lucy. You positioned yourself so that Lucy could watch with you.

You clicked on her account and saw she had posted a 'photo dump' today. You saw a photo of a glass of macha and a apple tart, with the caffee tagged. Then a picture of Narla at the fountain you had recommended, then a picture of your mom's kitchen with the tray of tiramisu, where she'd tagged you mom's bakery on her hand, then a picture of her training, a picture of some scenery and another few pics from that month.

The caption was ''Apple tarts and tiramisu 🤎☕🐾⚽''.

''Aw Lucee'' you said while turning towards her and dropping your turned of phone on the bed to burry your head in her neck.

You rubbed your nose against her ''are you sure about spoiling your coffee spot to the public?''.

''well i already did, so no going back'' Lucy chuckled ''i was just thinking that you would get a few more costumers probably''.

You smiled ''yeah probably, so nice of you to use your account to help my mom, my family''.

Lucy kissed your forehead ''yeah i thought maybe if the shop goes well, eventually your mom can hire more staff, right?''.

''how did you know she-

''you told me you quit teaching because you wanted to help her''.

''ahh'' you said as you remembered ''well yeah, but also because i like working at the shop, but yes, mainly because it's difficult and expensive to hire people''.

''well i shared mainly because your moms work has to be tasted by others, she's just amazing at anything doing with food'' Lucy said smiling.

You sensed there was more she wanted to say ''yeah go on?''.

''but if Elena could hire more people.. you would have more time to teach again...'' she placed a kiss on your head ''and you know, maybe for me a little bit'' she quietly added.

You grinned and poked her side ''awww do you feel like i'm to busy for you'' you mocked.

''hey'' Lucy yelped as she tried to hold your hands, but she failed as she was squirming and laughing ''stop.. stopp'' she said inbetween laughes as you were tickling her.

You put your hands up ''okay i'll stop, only because you have spoiled me so much today''.

''mhmm'' Lucy grinned ''what did you like best?''.

You chuckled ''you want me to say the present, but no, i loved that you went to my parents and made food with them'' you said as you gave her a kiss ''the tiramisu was sooo good''.

Lucy smiled ''good'' she said as she gave you another kiss ''next time i'll make it myself, so i hope it'll still taste like your moms then''.

''well, you can always make up with a present'' you whispered in her ear ''you have proved to be very good at gifts''.

You saw Lucy's grin was back on her face when you faced her.

''i'll be sure to remember that'' she said before kissing you again.

The next morning you quickly stilled your alarm and quietly got in the bathroom to freshen up before walking back to the closet in your room. You stood naked infront of the closet to pick out some clothes and underwear as you heard some shuffling in the bed behind you. You glanced over and saw Lucy was laying on the bed in a way that she had a perfect view of you standing infront of the closet.

''Hi beautiful'' she said in her low morning voice.

''goodmorning Luce'' you said ''sorry i tried to be quiet''.

''nu-uh'' Lucy shook her head ''you could wake me up like this anyday, at any moment''.

You rolled you eyes ''sure''.

Lucy sat up in the bed, putting your and her pillow behind her ''im so sure'' she cooed.

You grabbed some underwear and clothes and put them on before walking back to a pouting Lucy on the bed ''what?'' you said frowning at her.

''you were too quick, i missed it because i blinked'' Lucy said.

You chuckled ''maybe next time don't blink''.

''maybe next time more slow?'' Lucy said challenging you.

''when do i see you again?'' you asked as you sat down on the bed next to her.

''uhm, i have training but after that nothing so i can come back this afternoon if you'd like, i would like that'' she stated ''uhm, wednesday and thursday wil be quite busy and i'll be very late, but friday i'll be off quite early, like 1 o'clock, because saturday morning i have to travel and i'll be back home on monday''.

''so today and friday?'' you summarized.

Lucy looked back at you sadly ''yes unfortunately i have to fly to south Spain for a match this weekend''.

''You love playing football''

''yeah but i wish you could come with me''.

You chuckled ''smuggle me with you in a suitcase''.

Lucy laughed ''yeah i bet you'd fit too''.

''maybe another time?'' you suggest ''what are the coming matches?''.

''oh'' Lucy shot up ''at the end of October my brother and my mom are coming here, i almost forgot to tell you''.

''really? to watch a match or will they stay longer?''.

''they have autumn brake, so they'll stay like five days'' Lucy said, obviously happy, ''and i was thinking... but if you don't like it you should tell me''. she looked at you expectantly.

''yeah go on''.

''maybe i can stay at yours? and i can offer my place to them.. so they have less costs.. hm?'' she said carefully.

''yeah ofcourse'' you cheered ''would they all fit at yours?''.

Lucy thought about it ''my brother, his wife and my niece and nephew and then my mom and dad...'' ''well i have a room and a guest room.. so probably i have to get an airmattress for my nephew and they always bring a bed for my niece, because she has like this really little bed still, they set it up next to them''.

''sounds like a plan, i would say they were welcome here too, but i only have a couch to offer, because the office is so little i think there would just about fit one airmatress''.

''maybe if my nephew wants to sleep over one night?'' Lucy said cheerfully ''but i'll suggest that when they're here because we will have to see how comfortable he is first, if he's tired or something he needs his parents''.

''you love your family hmm?'' you smiled looking at her talking about her family.

''yeah'' Lucy said ''i wouldn't have been able to do all this without them''. ''i'm happy you like the plan, i'll call Jorge later to tell him''.

You smiled ''can't wait to meet them, but i've said that often haven't i''.

''yeah but it's fair, i mean, i just took the liberty to go meet yours myself, but you can't because they're very far'' Lucy chuckled.

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kaaatttt 😭😭😭 i need some satoru headcanons to heal my soul... what is he like as a bf??

ask and you shall receive my love (writing this to heal my soul)

content: modern AU, fluff, nsfw headcanons at the end

SFW

“mmm..i think i deserve a little treat right now.”

except he says that at least 5 times a day and you will also be given a little treat. he does not care if you don’t want to eat kikufuku right now, you will be accompanying him to get some.

speaking of, this man is basically eating 24/7. if gojo leaves your side for any reason while you guys are home, just know he is scavenging the kitchen for scraps like the raccoon he is.

food is one of satoru’s main love languages. there’s something oddly satisfying and strangely warm about his loved ones eating and sharing a meal together, even if they tend to make him the butt of the joke in every single dinner conversation.

will force you to become a sanrio girly idc (if you aren’t one already)

“babe, look!” "satoru, we have enough cinnamoroll plushies at home." "so you hate me then?"

the type to pick you up and spin you around whenever you two hug. he’ll spin and spin until both of you are dizzy and crash onto the couch.

attention whore. also just a whore in general but mostly a whore for (your) attention. will absolutely do the MOST to make sure your eyes are on him— i’m talking about poking your cheek, locking your phone if you’re scrolling through tiktok next to him, and it doesn’t even take much for him to start begging. he’s a loser like that.

scarily in tune with you. satoru is a lot more emotionally intelligent than he likes to let on around others, but he picks up on a lot of things. both of you are at a function and he can take one look at you and know that it's time to pack it up and go home.

is very sentimental about the things you give him/the things you two do together. before you started dating, satoru wasn't really one to collect tiny trinkets or keep ticket stubs because he thought they were just a waste of space. after you two got together, he started keeping virtually everything in a little box hidden in his closet. he realized that it's nice to give sentimental value to the little things, because then the memories associated with them live on in something physical.

he just... can't keep his hands to himself LOL. and like not even in a sexual manner either (sometimes), he just naturally gravitates towards you and is almost always touching you somehow— hand fiddling with your jewelry or hair, arm around your shoulder when you're sitting, arm around your waist when you're standing, playing footsies, whatever.

this man is painfully in love with you, and he makes it everyone's (mostly nanami's) problem. manages to bring you up in every single conversation with a lovesick grin on his face.

you will rarely ever hear satoru address you by your actual name. it will always be some variation of baby, babe, sweetheart, love, etc. uses snookums, cupcake, sweet cheeks, cinnamon sugar roll, my little sausage mcgriddle <3 on a rotating basis to annoy you

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you know those couples that just have this pent up sexual tension between them for no reason? like y’all could just be looking at each other but to everyone else it feels like you two are just eyefucking 😭 that’s you and gojo

no matter how long you guys have been together for, that spark between you just doesn't go away. people can see the immense physical attraction between you two.

is somewhat of an exhibitionist LMAO. he literally gets horny at the worst times and will drag you to the nearest supply closet, even if it means breaking the door in the process. who knows, maybe his real kink is vandalism

enjoys when you put up a bit of a fight/act like a brat. it makes putting you in your place so much sweeter.

very vocal— talking, moaning, whimpering. he sounds very pretty. he's extremely receptive to your touch so simply rubbing your hand along the bulge in his jeans has him moaning like a pornstar.

say it with me: satoru gojo is a pussy👏🏻pleaser👏🏻!

really likes going down on you. he thinks he could stay in between your thighs forever if you'd let him.

nasty. will cum inside you and clean it up with his tongue.

oscillates between wanting to overstimulate you and deny you. sometimes he does both. the way you get this hazy look in your eye and become so pliant, so needy for him gets him going.

he gets strangely possessive during sex. maybe it's a way for him to affirm that you really do love him and find him attractive.

"i'm the only one that can fuck you like this, right? make you feel this good?"

is a fan of snacks during aftercare LOL. you could have just had the most wild sex of your life, with the two of you panting as you lie in bed before satoru rolls over and opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a pack of oreos before shoving one into your mouth

Some of these aren't even bf headcanons they're just how I think he'd be LMFAO

#i have a lot more but i'll stop #gojo headcanons #jjk headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo headcanons #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #kat's writing #kat’s demon time

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got your back - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 16th, 2023 2:13 pm

anon asked: HII for your summer lovin requests how about prompt 9 “don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” and 14 “i’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date” with JJ maybank with an enemies to lovers arc🤭 (fem!reader please!) thank you so much 🫶

9:“I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” | 14“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date”

picked gorgeous bc i thought it fit :))

this is my first writing enemies to lovers so i'm so sry if it's not that great but i tried and it's kinda cute imo lmfao, it's also Not at ALL canon. i hope you enjoy, ty for requesting *heart* (it glitches out whenever i put an actual heart) - xx

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“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date” You glared at JJ as he spoke, earning a wink in return before you looked back at John B.

“You’re working the event so I’m the fake date,” John B explained, though no explanation was needed.

“We really have to do all of this? Can’t Sarah just hang with us tomorrow? It’s not like we have all summer or anything” Kie teased. Sarah had this kook party with a bunch of adults and fancy alcohol and appetizers that she really did not want to attend, and because John B had to save the damsel in distress, he devised a plan to whisk her away into the night.

“Hey, why aren’t you going?” Pope asked, looking at Kiara. “My parents have to sort out something for the restaurant tonight”

“Meaning, Kiara is our getaway driver” John B smiled, confident in his planning abilities. Pope looked back at John B, “Heyward’s not working this event, what do I do?” John B then looked at JJ, hoping he’d come up with something on the spot. You sighed as Kie stood up.

“You could just chill in the Twinkie with me while we wait or something?” She shrugged, John B clapped his hands together, “Yes that’s perfect!”

“Alright, guess that’s what I’m doing then,”

“Great! We’re all ready then?” John B asked, backing up as he looked at his friends. “Yeah, Jb you can come get ready at mine,” You said, almost missing the look of distaste on JJ’s face as you spoke, John B nodded in response. “See you all there then?” Everyone agreed, settling on this unnecessary plan.

Two hours had passed before you finally made it to the Cameron residence, you and John B spotted Sarah almost immediately, she was helping her sister with something. You tried to stay tuned in to what John B was explaining but you were sidetracked, looking for JJ among the group of kooks. Once you spot him you sighed, almost with relief? No, JJ was reckless and kooks were scary. You were just glad to know he’d be on your side if any of Topper’s friends managed to corner you. At least you had hoped he would be on your side, sure you bickered a lot but you were pogues and when it came to a kook, you’d have each other’s backs.

You watched as he charismatically smiled and laughed at any of the dumb jokes made by the older kooks there, no doubt hoping to earn a few tips before you all had to make your exit. His hair slightly bounced whenever he moved and his skin looked pretty with the orange and yellow hue thanks to the sunset, he looked pretty all fancied up.

You jumped at the sound of John B’s voice snapping you out of whatever trance you were just in, you felt his hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” you looked up at your friend, nodding in response. He nodded with you, looking over your face as if to check if you were lying before he held up a small folded piece of paper. “I’m gonna go get this to JJ, you stay here or mingle or whatever, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” He explained, not giving you much time to answer before he walked away.

Looking back in the direction of JJ you saw him already looking at you, he winked at you before he downed one of the cups on his tray and continued his best act yet. You scoffed, not being able to help the smile on your face.

You watched as John B tried to be stealthy, giving the note to JJ before turning in your direction and motioning behind him, implying he was going to the Twinkie. You raised your hands in a “what do you mean?” motion as a response and got a shrug in return before John B turned and made his way out of sight, leaving you alone.

You sighed and attempted to look for Sarah among the people there, hoping you could make the escape with her. You found her not too long into searching, she was talking to JJ, well She was talking, JJ was just handing her the note and then almost dancing away.

Before you could get to her she was already gone, following the direction you had just watched Jb leave in. “fuck” you muttered to yourself, hands falling to your sides in defeat as you examined the crowd once more for the familiar blonde.

You watched as he walked inside, assuming he was trying to leave without getting interrupted by anyone wanting a fresh drink. This was your last chance to not have to worry about finding the Twinkie on your own so you practically ran trying to catch up to him.

Hearing the voice of Rafe stopped you dead in your tracks, and the way JJ responded meant Rafe was intentionally starting shit, but that of course didn’t surprise you.

The situation was obviously escalating so, taking a breath in, you began walking again, straight into the lion's den. “Hey,” the sound of your voice caught JJ’s attention first, he was currently pinned against the wall thanks to the oldest Cameron sibling being on a power trip. JJ’s busted lip was clear as day from where you stood, finally, Rafe turned to you absolutely fuming.

“Fuck are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms over your chest hoping it didn’t look like you were shielding yourself from him before responding. “Don’t you have something better to do than pick on a teenage boy?” Your tone was harsh and mean, exactly how you wanted it to sound.

JJ’s eyes flicked between you and Rafe for a minute before Rafe let him go, his eyes not leaving yours as he did so. JJ looked back at you, not missing the way your harsh demeanor faltered ever so slightly once Rafe was no longer preoccupied with JJ. “C’mon, J, they’re waiting for us” Your eyes remained locked on Rafe as you spoke, JJ nodded, “Good talk, man,” he said, making his way to your side before you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of there.

Your hands were still interlocked when you made it far away from the house enough to yell at him. “What the fuck was that about JJ?” he shrugged, “you know how Rafe gets, he needed a punching bag” “How come that punching bag always ends up being you?” “Must have a crush on me or somethin’” he joked, a smile covering his lips. You scoffed.

“Did you at least get one good hit in?” his smile grew bigger at the question, “oh yeah, nice big ol’ bruise will be on his jaw within an hour” You smiled at this, rolling your eyes and shifting your gaze behind the boy instead of on him. “Worried about me, mama?” his tone was teasing. “You get murdered on my watch I’ll be cast out of the friend group,” you teased back, not missing the way he stepped closer to you, only inches away from your face now.

He nodded, “damn, tell me how you really feel, Y/n/n” You grinned back. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel”

JJ laughed in response, your face softened before you spoke again, “Seriously, try to steer clear of Rafe Cameron for a little while”

“So you are worried about me” you rolled your eyes, “if that’ll make you listen, yes, I am worried about you” JJ smirked in a way he only does when he’s up to something, eliciting a sigh from you. “I’ll listen even better if you let me take you out sometime?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, studying his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking with you. The way his face softened the same as yours had a few seconds ago confirmed he was genuinely trying to ask you out.

“For real?” You ask, he nodded eagerly, his smile returning. You smiled back, nodding your head “Okay, you can take me out,” JJ fist-bumped the air, you laughed.

“C’mon, everyone is waiting at the Twinkie”

“John B is not gonna believe that you actually said yes,”

“I can’t believe I actually said yes,” you joked, getting a laugh in response as JJ threw his arm around your shoulder.

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagines #obx fanfiction #outer banks x you #outer banks imagines #obx imagine #Spotify

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YOU WATCHED CENTAURWORLD?!

YOU USED IT AS AN EXAMPLE IN THE TROPE TALK!!!!

It is my favorite and I require to know your thoughts on it.

It's. Hm

So I think it absolutely accomplished what it set out to do, which means it is a successful work of art. But I think what it was aiming for didn't work for me?

In its efforts to play with centaurworld's ridiculousness versus the gritty nightmare of the "real world", it tonally undercuts almost all of its profound moments and then tries to get profound character moments out of squeeky-toy inflatable cartoon characters. Of the main cast, Horse and Wammawink are basically the only ones who get sufficient development to feel like real characters capable of carrying impactful moments, and the rest of the crew are basically walking punchlines - even speedrunning their respective Tragic Backstories doesn't do much to strengthen them, because in the present of the show they're fundamentally joke characters incapable of emotional subtlety. It kinda feels like if a Looney Tunes episode randomly dropped a flashback to baby Daffy Duck being moses'd into the bullrushes as if that mattered to how he functioned now. Plus, once we start jumping back to the Real World again, it turns out all those characters are also wacky in their own way - lots of very quippy dialogue and self-referential humor. Instead of Horse feeling broadly representative of her world's tone, she feels like the most serious character in the entire show - at least until season 2 where her dialogue starts being 50% fart jokes by volume.

Overall I think I loved what they set up in season 1, but not how they paid it off in season 2. There's the themes they establish in season 1 of how centaurworld has a cartoonifying effect on everyone who comes there, and the way this plays to Horse early on is full on cartoon body horror - a realistic horse slowly and inexorably transforming into a parody of itself. I thought that was a fascinating way to frame it, and it was nightmarish to contemplate! It comes to a really strong head in the Whaletaur Shaman episode when her friends seem to finally realize how much she's been struggling and suffering and how, despite it looking like a big joke to everyone, it's profoundly unfunny to her. But while she gets a nice emotional resolution at the end of that episode, the underlying horror is never addressed again. She still seems unhappy with her new cartoon body, but the transformations are from this point forward framed as uncomplicated positives that everybody thinks are funny.

It's purposefully blending comedy and horror together, but the execution feels like the disparate ingredients are hindering each other's effectiveness. The horror stuff rarely gets sufficient gravity and is just left as Hey Look Horrifying Implications, and the jokes are often undermined by all the seriousness left lying around. It's a flavor combination that doesn't work for me.

And then the stuff with the Deertaur and the Princess is incredibly interesting and profound and tragic, and I don't understand why it's happening in the same show as everything else?

Also, this is a minor nitpick, but the musical numbers were astounding in the first season but seemed to experience some sort of weird categorical downgrade in season 2. All the solid numbers were reprises from season 1.

Centaurworld was doing something very much on purpose, and I just don't think I got what that something was.

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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03 . . . the past records ˗ˏˋ🍎🪞´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: none.

Liam: Hearing Al say they played this game to decide whether he stayed by Lord Elbie’s side or died... it makes me wonder, does he really hate being by his side that much?

Roger: Haha, it’s nothing that serious. If he really hated staying by his side that much, he wouldn’t have just left it to something like luck. He would’ve taken it in his own hands.

Liam: Right? That’s what I was thinking.

Roger: He says stuff like ‘it’s a game of luck,’ but really he just wants a cover up.

Liam: So... if he doesn’t have an excuse, he can’t be together with him? But why?

Roger: ......Who knows.

Liam: Hmm... I feel like despite hearing the whole story, I still don’t know what’s the answer to that question that started it all.

L: Why is Al with Lord Elbie?

Roger: Word’s that when they met, they were both going through something that made it hard for them to be apart from each other.

R: And anything more about that is beyond me.

Liam: Hm...

L: You see, Al has been helping me satisfy my curiosity by indulging in my whims...

L: ...but he would really have gone and done something dangerous, if I asked for it, I feel like.

L: Like, he puts his life on the line just for a game of luck... so much so, I wouldn’t be surprised if we found his corpse tomorrow... I guess.

L: Oh, maybe he also has the ‘Cheshire Cat’s Curse’ like me?

Roger: ...If he did have such a Curse, maybe he would be able to be a part of others’ lives without feeling the need to keep up a pretense.

—— Perspective shift ——

Today’s mission for Crown was to pass judgment on the person who’s been illicitly making drugs, and to gather proof of their crime.

William and Harrison were to pass judgment,

while Alfons and Elbert were assigned to gather proof.

In a certain warehouse containing imported goods,

Alfons and Elbert were able to find the raw materials used to make that dangerous drug hidden within the very general spices.

They were carrying out their mission without a hitch——

when suddenly, several bullets shot through the air, piercing holes through the burlap bags piled high in a heap,

until the contents of the bags spilled on top of the two men.

Elbert: There’s an eyewitness... we have to go after them.

Alfons: Do you really have the luxury to say that when we’re in this state?

The two of them were buried in so much spice from the waist down, it was hard to laugh it off as any joke.

And Alfons let out a sigh as though he were fed up.

Alfons: This is William and Harry we’re talking about?

A: They won’t let a single one go alive, so it should be fine.

A: Anyhow, more importantly, I can’t help but feel an inkling that I’ve run into this smell before—

Elbert: ...! Al, over there, there are cats.

They had probably been hiding somewhere in the warehouse, but some stray cats had shown themselves, gathering around them.

Alfons: Ah, yes, I remember that spice’s scent now.

Elbert: ...?

Alfons: It’s cat powder.

While they were having an out-of-tune conversation, the two became surrounded by cats.

Alfons: Come now, don’t cozy up on your own quite yet. Why don’t you help us out?

A: I hope you know the reason you guys can indulge yourselves in cat powder is because of us?

A cat drew closer to Alfons as he petted it around its neck.

The cat purred in response, snuggling its body up to his palm.

Elbert: ...Hehe.

Alfons: Whatever is the matter, suddenly laughing like that? Don’t tell me you are on a cat powder high as well?

Elbert: It’s not that. It’s just... I was remembering how you dote on cats, even when you act more like one than the cats themselves.

Alfons: I’m afraid you have me ever so slightly lost with that train of thought...

Elbert: I mean, when I think you saved that cat who had trouble getting down,

E: you would push it away when it got too close.

E: And when I think you have petted it... you pretend you don’t know them...

E: And when they’re going through a hard time, you are there by their side... but then, when they’re not going through such times, you try your best to distance yourself.

Alfons: ...You are quite an observant one, aren’t you. So? Would you mind telling me why you look so happy then?

Elbert: Because... I think that side of you is wonderful, Al.

Alfons: ......Is this your attempt to woo me?

Elbert: ...? No, I didn’t mean to woo you.

Alfons: Yes, I knew that from the start, so please don’t take my words so earnestly.

A: ...Elbie, how would you like to play a little game with me?

Elbert: Game...?

Alfons pulled out a coin from his pocket, flipping it in the air with his finger.

Then, when the coin fell atop the back of his hand, he covered it with the other.

Elbert: I guess, I’ll bet tails then.

Alfons: And that leaves me with heads.

A: If it is tails, as you say, then I win. Otherwise, it’s yours.

Elbert: So, the one who guessed wrong wins... somehow, it feels like it should be the opposite.

Alfons: Well, you can think of it as playing with a ‘mirror’ that is myself. And so, that which is incorrect becomes the correct choice, and conversely, the correct choice becomes incorrect.

Elbert: What will you do if you win?

Alfons: Let’s see now...

A: I suppose, if I win, I will go on a journey to the edge of the world.

On the back of Alfons’ hand, the coin——showed heads.

Alfons: And once again, it is my loss.

A: Truly, when it comes to making the wrong choices, there is no one who can hold a candle to you.

A: ...I realize this is sorely belated, but is it alright if I ask you one question?

Elbert: ...What is it?

Alfons: The day we first met, when I suddenly appeared before you, what made you want to take me into the manor?

Elbert: ......

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i didn't win the wheel: episode 5

why does this episode make me feel like i'm missing something?

alright, here we go. logan's landed on something here. he's really good at finding something that'll annoy alex, no matter how many times he does it (with the utmost affection from both sides, ofc). but now he's found one particular bit that alex will literally always laugh at. and my favorite part is the williams camera crew genuinely seem to not know. they don't do it in here but as soon as he starts doing the "And The Winner Will Get The Chance" game show host act there's literally scenes where they do like a super-zoom on his face, because he's finally playing to the camera. he's playing by the rules, but he's not doing it for the show– he's doing it because alex will laugh even if he doesn't mean to. which he does, right here. it's like their own little inside joke, something that they can do right in front of the crew and pretend like it's an "everybody" thing when it's not. it's just a them thing. and alex laughs like he can't help it, like it's an instinct he's lived with and won't bother questioning, he's literally leaning his head towards logan as soon as logan starts The Bit and then his far-off expression turns into that helpless try-not-to-laugh smile. and they literally cut him off there. but i wish they hadn't because i love this intro so much– not just because of this new dynamic but because of how they look with each other. alex is fidgety and playful and distractable as always, but it's not because he's bored. he's just genuinely excited to play and can't sit still or make himself focus. and logan isn't teasing him or trying to draw him back to reality or make him participate or force him in anyway; but isn't quite ignoring him either. he's leaning back towards alex, half-turned in like he's trying to play to both the camera and alex even though alex is a million miles away. he's letting alex be in his own hyperactive little world like, "it's okay, i've got the intro, you do your thing" but "wait this is your favorite part" and then he leans back in waayyyy closer and when alex hears the change in his tone of voice he finally looks up and logan calls it "The Williams Racing Wheel" full government name and alex just– yeah every time

okay but can we talk about just how... comfortable they are with each other? it's like the collage episode but also not like that. because yeah they're both super focused on getting the ball in the basket (and then finding the balls when they go all over the deck). and it's a little chaotic so they're not quite as smoothly coordinated (logan has a moment of blatantly considering stealing the ball from alex's hands before he thinks better of it). but they're not just focusing, it's not just logan honed in on getting a task done. they're playing. alex is laughing, making comments, there's a short period where he stops for a bit and then logan steps in listing how many baskets he has and they have these out-of-breath half-exchanges with each other throughout the game... but also logan is SO much more expressive than he usually is. not like last ep when he was in some specific lovestruck mood where his nerves were showing on his face; he's just showing normal expressions for this normal situation. it's not just deadpan dead-eyed focus, he's laughing a little, frowning a little, just generally moving more. he's more in touch with the world around him and the people around him. you'd think this ep and last ep were shot weeks or months apart because it looks so much like alex has been rubbing off on him, even in the way he stands... they're not just silently doing an activity together they're in tune. there's a desire to connect, to stay talking, to narrate the events the other can clearly see for themselves because this is what makes it fun when they're together

nothing much. just alex panicking about the stupid plastic hoop and saying in the most unmanly high-pitched voice ever "put the basket down!!!" even though he's the one closest to the basket, and then he turns and nearly runs straight into logan and logan is just muscle car boyfriend era "i got you babe" with that hand on the side to run forward and shove down the fucking basket while smiling and licking his lips and yeah sure NOTHING MUCH THO

but of course logan can't be too nice about it it's like he's just been reminded that alex exists and now he has to go block his shot from the net and then when he jogs back he's not even looking at alex he's looking down but ends up so close anyway that he's like "i'm just gonna block this one too" (not really) and then they're both laughing. like stupid out of breath going back to the game immediately after but still laughing. and yeah they're not touching because they're focusing on the game but they're not being mindful of each other's space not because they don't notice but because they don't care. it's fun and it's carefree and suddenly they know how to be fun and carefree with each other like it's been their dynamic this whole time i feel like we've skipped years

Alex: [makes a pretty outrageous shot, it goes out of the camera frame]

Logan, o/s: "That's in!"

[the ball goes in]

Alex: "OOHHHH!"

my absolute favorite part of this is alex's disbelief. like, he has this sort of naivety and innocence about him that is impossible to believe, because you can't be that successful as a racing driver and be innocent. but he seems so surprised by so many things. when he laughs at something it's like he's hearing it for the first time. and he has this almost childlike joy and exuberance that he slips into so easily, just give him literally any vaguely competitive task and he's over the moon. and i think it's exaggerated in logan's presence, consciously or unconsciously, because logan's such the opposite of that. but even just having alex nearby is good for logan, it's like carrying a little bit of the sun around in his pocket. and that's just alex without even trying. not like oscar and the shoey in silverstone, sweet and empathetic and Aware of a Bigger Picture. alex just is a comforting person as he is and he brings out this silly side of logan that's such a blessing to see

this is what i mean about missing something. because on the surface, this is a pretty familiar scene– an activity wrap up with one of them (usually alex) not focused at all while the other carries the whole script. but it's different. and none of it's spoken (it usually isn't with these two) so it's gonna take me a bit to break down the body language BUT. logan's mannerisms are so much more like alex's now. he talks with his hands, looks back and forth between alex and the camera and the ipad, he shifts as he stands; all in all he's just way more dynamic. even as he's delivering the dryest part of the video. and alex has got most of his excess energy out through the game but not quite all, making himself stay still is a visible effort. but logan is leaning into him, tilting his body, holding out the ipad at the right angle so alex can see it even when alex isn't looking. and even with the hand gestures it's like he's gently but assuredly bringing alex back to the present, trying to ground him. and alex is huddled up next to logan making himself focus and he's still hyper enough that for awhile the only thing he says is just to confirm what logan's saying. logan's describing the wheel and the prizes and alex is just going "yes. yep. yep." like he's pretending he knows what's going on but really he's just following logan's voice, because logan is keeping them both going through the activity while giving alex a space to be scattered and distracted. it's not "you have to focus on me right now" it's "i'm here when you're ready to focus". and alex is literally leaning closer and closer to him as they talk even when he forgets to look at the ipad because logan is keeping him tethered to the flow of this whole video. even alex just giddily saying "ooh strong spin" and logan responding "big spin :)" and alex just echoing him "big spin :D". it's so mundane and so sweet and so i'm going to let you be excited and i'm going to take care of this and alex is so effortlessly comfortable in his own skin and logan is comfortable taking the guiding role for once and they both settle into these roles so comfortably and seamlessly it's like that's how it's always been. it's like i've missed something!!

so much of what happens between them seems to happen in their own little world. completely in their own world, not like charlos who don't always say it out loud but whose feelings are always plainly decipherable from their facial expressions. if you're not looking you will definitely miss it. because the way they connect doesn't make sense, it's unexpected, and from a logistic point of view it should never work but the connection they have just goes beyond words, beyond verbal communication. they just fit each other and it's accepting and it's welcome and it's going to be torn away and fuck

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Chapter 5 Journey to the future

Chapter 5 of Moonlight

A/N- Youre there to annoy Aemond this time around

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- Before 1x08

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Fuck. What if he’s ugly?

Worse, what if he’s just like his brother Aegon? He wasn’t when you knew, but that’s it, you don’t know him anymore, he can be just like his brother now. And if that’s the case then your life is ruined, and you’ll live a miserable life.

Unless you save yourself before…

You’ll have to wait and see. But then again…if he isn’t like Aegon will you be able to be what you once were? Close and kind to each other? Or will you be like his mother and father? Distant and like strangers?

If that’s the case then you’ll have to run away too, run back to Cregan and hide there. You don’t want to live a miserable life.

Damn, you want to know what the future holds for you now! But no, life is cruelly slow. You’ll have to wait and see, damn.

You groan at the unknown and glance out of the window gaps, from what you’ve seen already the Red Keep seems a lot bigger than you remember it being. There are also more people working within the yards, making it louder than what you’re used to now. Albeit the one thing that people do have in common with those in Winterfell is that people gawk here too; you can see them trying to sneak a peek inside your carriage. And not only those people out on the streets but everyone from the dock, up to the moment the carriage rolls to a stop in the courtyard outside the castle doors. They’re all curious to see the realms Golden Girl return from the deep north.

As their eagerness runs rampant though, you feel your stomach twist.

“Here we go, Wolf,” you whisper to your kitten. “We’re officially here.” You exhale deeply as you stroke your kitten's gray fur one time before putting him away in his crate.

“I’ll see you later okay?” You try to assure him after he’s spent the majority of the month out of his crate and never far away from you. You also try to prolong going out and coming face to face with your welcome party waiting for you on the steps.

“It’ll be alright Princess,” your handmaiden now assures you as she helps you put the kitten away.

You let out a deep shaky sight and offer her a nervous expression.

“Yes,” you try to muster confidence. “Here goes nothing,”

Nevertheless, your heart begins to race as you anticipate coming face to face with Aemond; who should be waiting to greet you alongside his mother and siblings, as it befits your station, and the fact that you’re family. If he isn’t out there then he’ll be an even bigger asshole in your mind.

“If it all goes wrong then we just write to your friend.” Your handmaiden offers you a clever solution while she shoots you a smirk. But, GODS! It’s not a good time to joke around like that! Especially not about Cregan!

She’s lucky she’s your most beloved friend or else you would fire her.

“Hilarious,” you grumble with a pointed glare, making her giggle as she grabs Wolf’s crate.

From then on, your continuous prolonging finally is cut short as one of the guards outside your carriage door introduces you by your given name first before following with your mighty house, and lastly, your title, cuing your exit.

Part of you tunes it out because of the grip your nerves has on you, but the guard is loud, and you still feel the inklings of your pride seeping back in at the sound of those titles. “….Of House Velaryon, Princess of Dragonstone!”

Fuck, okay.

You draw out a deep breath and look at the carriage door as it’s getting opened. The guard immediately offers you his hand, but you hesitate and let out another nervous breath of air before you take his hand and let him help you down.

Rather than turning to face the people out to welcome you, you can’t help but look at the sky as Astraea flies overhead. She circles the courtyard once with her eyes on you before she flies away as if making sure you were actually safe before she had to leave.

She was your excuse to keep averting your eyes but once you can’t see her anymore you finally give your attention to brick towers that look blander than you last remember. You look at the lonely house banners that are on display, at the few guards that stand firmly at the sides until you have no more excuses, and finally shift around to land your gaze on the Queen, and her family standing on top of the stairs watching you; the princess that she sent away as a little girl, and came back as a woman.

There you stand, and there she stands. The Queen of course stands out the most with her deep red hair, and elegant green dress adorned with gold jewelry. She looks at you as she always had before; with judgment in her piercing gaze.

Even so, you can’t deny she looks quite beautiful, it’s like she hasn’t aged one bit, albeit it has been five years, so there can’t be that much of a change.

The others though?

Nonetheless, suddenly your name is excitedly called out in the stunned silence, when you shift your gaze to look at who called you, to the right you see a woman with silver-blond hair running at you before she attacks you with an embrace that catches you off guard.

“It is great to see you!” She says sweetly, finally letting you recognize her voice at that moment, it’s Helaena!

You pull back and grab her shoulders to study your aunt. “Helaena?” You query with a grin. “Look at you!” You point out as you see that she hasn't lost how kind she looks, or how blue her eyes gleam. She is a bit plumper than before and she does look a bit more timid, but she is still radiantly beautiful.

“Look at you,” she redirects whilst she pulls back to let her hands slide down your arms and grab your hands instead as she studies you. “You’re beautiful.” She comments, making you beam at her.

“As are you,” you counter softly. “And I’ve heard that a congratulation is in order. Twins, that’s amazing news. I have children of my own.” You smirk.

Helaena blinks and her smile fades. “What? Really?” She asks in a quieter voice.

You giggle and point to the crate. “My kitten, Wolf, and my lovely Astraea, of course.”

“Oh!” She sighs with relief, but doesn’t find it as humorous as you did, or as Arra would have.

“That's great.” Helaena acknowledges your joke before pulling back and letting one hand slip off, while she keeps the other still secured around yours to pull you with her. Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs she comes to a stop and strands you there to be looked down upon by her mother and the boys beside her whom you still avoid looking at. It’s just too much to take in, you need time to progress everything slowly.

“Your Grace,” you greet the Queen, while you grab the blue skirt of your dress and curtsy before her. “It’s a pleasure seeing you again.”

You lift your gaze and see her walking down to you, making you stiffen.

“Look at you,” she says in that voice you can’t tell if it’s sweet or condescending. “You’re a woman grown,” she adds and gently grabs your chin. “You’re beautiful.”

You offer her a feigned sweet smile before looking past her after not finding anything else to say to her. However, much to your disdain, the next person you see is Aegon; his pair of eyes creepily studying you gives him away; that, and well he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.

“Uncle,” you greet with a fake courtesy and a lazy smile. “It is…”

“A pleasure seeing me as well?” He adds for you since you couldn’t help but pause. And rather than showing your disgust, you offer him a smirk and a stiff nod

“Sure,” you lie sweetly.

Aegon shoots you a smirk and climbs down to stand before you. “Look at you,” he says and studies you again with a deeper smirk.

“Actually,” you add and point at him. “I am honored seeing you here, I mean am I really that special? You got up from your special afternoon nap time just to greet me?” You snicker as you touch your chest with grace, causing him to chuckle.

“I see that the North didn’t take away your feisty attitude,” he retorts. “Good. Good. I was getting bored here.”

You scoff softly and actually offer him a genuine smile, but that quickly vanishes when he opens his mouth again. “Now you must remember Aemond, right?” Aegon can't help but tease you while he puts his hand on your back to lead you up the stairs where Aemond seems to be stuck. And as much as you want to take him all in you avert your gaze out of spite and bow your head because he is nothing more than a stranger to you after he broke your friendship after one year of you being away.

“Prince Aemond,” you greet coldly and hear Aegon stifle his teasing laugh. You expect to hear something in return, you want to hear how Aemond’s voice changed, but he doesn’t say a thing, making you slowly lift your eyes up his…very tall and slim figure.

He’s very tall, and his hair is long too, it goes past his shoulders, but it actually doesn’t look bad, not on him anyway. It looks soft and well taken care of too. And! He's not ugly, that was a foolish concern. He’s majestic and beautiful.

He has a long face, but it’s pretty, well-structured, and his nose is long and straight. His freckles are gone though, bummer, but his lips, they’re thin and pink, and slightly parted. And his eye is the same eye you saw for years, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed; it's familiar, comforting; his eye is also slightly widened and just set on you.

And finally, after a long moment of stillness and silence, he bows his head and lets you hear him mutter your name in a deeper voice than the one he had when he was a boy, but still gentle and soft.

“Aemond,” you repeat and can’t help from smiling softly at him.

However, that bliss quickly begins to fade as you see his eye shift lower on your face because when you follow his line of gaze, you notice that he’s looking at the long prominent scar he accidentally had made on your cheek, which then leads you to look back up at his face to look at his own scar; noting that his eye isn’t swollen or red anymore, but he still doesn’t have it, he’s actually wearing a leather eyepatch over his eye socket, which adds to his attractiveness.

As you look at his long scar longer though, you don’t find yourself feeling guilty anymore, not like before. Now that you look at it, you can’t help but notice one thing—and maybe it’s silly, but his scar ends where your scar starts on your cheek.

“It’s,” Aemond interjects and pauses for a brief second.

Have you made him nervous?

“It’s a pleasure seeing you again,” he finishes, making your smile revive. However, you then remember what a jackass he’s been and you quickly drop your head to clench your jaw and frown.

“I wish to see my grandfather,” you ignore him and look over at the Queen at the top of the stairs now.

Alicent blinks in surprise and Aegon continues to stifle his laugh.

“But you have only just arrived. You must be tired from your travel.” Alicent quickly says.

You shake your head and move past Aemond to walk inside the castle. “It’s all right he has more precedence.”

Alicent follows beside you and sighs knowing there’s no need arguing against you on this matter. “Well, all right then come with me.”

You hum softly in agreement even if you knew you’d go without her, and as you're walking away you feel a burning sensation on your back, so you instinctively peer back over your shoulder and meet Aemond’s gaze. He blinks in surprise when you catch him, but doesn’t look away. So you do, you make sure he sees you roll your eyes before turning your head away.

He may be handsome, and sexy, but he has a lot to make up for before you can be okay with him. Besides, he still doesn’t replace Cregan.

Oh sweet, handsome Cregan. Just thinking about him makes your body burn with desire, but he also makes your heart sad as you long to see him, and be with him again. Hopefully, you get a letter from him soon, you’ll send one later regardless to let him know you’ve made it.

As of now, your focus drifts solely to your grandfather. The walk to his chambers is eternal since it’s a quiet and awkward walk between Alicent and you—then again you also prefer that to being asked thousands of questions. However the silence does make your mind fill with thoughts of Cregan, and of Aemond and how this relationship is going to work. No matter how handsome he’s grown to be, that doesn’t change a thing about the fact that you’re nothing more than strangers forced to marry.

How funny is that? That eagerness to marry is merely memories now…

But! You can’t let that mess with your mind at this instant. Maybe once you’re in bed you’ll think. Endlessly.

As for now once again you drift your focus back to your grandfather, and on Alicent since she breaks the silence. However, the conversation isn’t pleasant. “I must inform you that your grandfather is not well. His pain forces him to cloud his mind with milk of the poppy for his pain.”

His pain or for her convenience?

Yes, you��ve noticed that the dragon sigils are missing and their place are the stars of…the faith? The new gods? You’re not much into religion, so you can’t be sure, but, whatever, the stars that decorate the halls are just like that big fat star she wears around her neck as if she’s a part of some cult.

“He won’t be as responsive as he once was,” she lets you know.

You hum in comprehension, and when you reach the King's chambers, the Kingsguard opens the doors to let you in. And the moment you’re in the dimmed lifted chamber you come to see his once precious model of Valyria, unkept and covered in dust and cobwebs.

You remember watching him work on it when you were a little girl, he even let you help him most of the time. He always said he loved the company and the help, your presence never bothered him. Plus you loved spending time with him, not only because keeping him company let you skip lessons with ease, but he was always kind and he wouldn't shoot you judging looks like Alicent.

“Come,” Alicent whispers as she guides you past the curtains that block the view of the bed. “It’s okay.”

You’re hesitant, finding your presence to be a bother now, but you also know you don’t want to linger back out of fear, you want to see him, so you slowly follow Alicent past the curtains but end up stiffening the moment you notice how terrible he looks; he’s so skinny, his skin is paler and scaly, a bandage now wraps around half his face, covering one eye, and his hair is practically gone, only a few strands stick to his head.

You almost don’t want to approach, finding your heartbeat elevating as if you’ve grown fearful, but you remind yourself that he’s your grandfather so after a deep breath you finally approach his bedside, noticing when you get close that his breathes are labored now, like if that alone is too much to work.

“Who goes there?” He asks hoarsely and slowly shifts his head to the side to follow Alicent’s figure as she stands by the end table by his bed.

“It is I, husband,” she speaks up quietly and carefully grabs his hand. “I’ve brought a visitor here to see you.”

“Oh,” he groans. “Who is it?”

Alicent looks over at you, and you meet her gaze to share your reluctance.

“It’s okay,” she assures you. “Come, so he can see you.”

You swallow thickly and bite the inside of your cheek as you take a couple of steps towards him so you can be in his point of view.

“Hello, grandfather,” you make yourself known, noticing him lowering his dull gaze to take in your face as you announce your name and offer him a kind smile before leaning in closer. “I’ve returned from Winterfell.”

Your grandfather draws out a labored breath, and you see him study your face in silence. You can’t help but glance at Alicent in confusion, not knowing if he remembers or not, but you find her just as curious to know as you.

“Ah,” he then startles you. “Sweet granddaughter. My, how you’ve grown.”

You look down at him and can't help but grin and then reach over to grab the hand that Alicent lets go.

“I'm very happy to see you,” you say softly without that same hesitance. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I you,” he responds. “It seems our project has been abandoned since you left.”

He still remembers...

You smirk softly. “So I've noticed, perhaps, now that I will be here, I can come and restore it. It’d be a shame to let such great effort go to waste.”

He hums softly and nods very slowly. “That would be great.” He exhales deeply and his grip loosens whilst his gaze shifts around. “Where’s your mother?” He asks suddenly. “Why did she not travel with you?”

You share a confused look with Alicent, and she responds by stepping in and reminding him where you were. “She was in Winterfell, my dear. Rhaenyra has been at Dragonstone.”

Your grandfather lowers his gaze and instead lifts his hand to rub his head and groan. “Oh,” he whispers. “Yes, that’s right.”

You tighten your grip and add on sweetly. “Winterfell is such a lovely place. The snow is cold but beautiful. And I went to the wall...” You trail off before you can reveal things that can give away any bit of your relationship with Cregan. “It’s truly breathtaking. Liberating.” You quickly redirect yourself, catching the corner of his lips tug upward just slightly.

“Yes,” he mutters, “you always dreamed of adventure. Just like your mother once.”

You smile in awe and find yourself glancing away and catching Alicent’s faltering feigned smile. When she notices your gaze she fixes herself and offers you a bitterly sweet smile.

“If I could,” you add lightheartedly and return your attention to your grandfather. “I’d travel the world on Dragonback and feast on different foods.” You giggle.

He hums and the corner of his lips lift more but that alone seems like too much of a strain.

“Perhaps it’s time we let him rest,” Alicent catches you by surprise—“and you need rest too,” she directs at you. “A month on a boat with rough waters isn’t pleasant I imagine.”

You sigh and give in without a fight because you are indeed exhausted. “Yes,” you agree and let go of your grandfather's hand to instead plant a kiss on his head. “I’ll visit when I can.”

“Yes, please do,” he strains to say. “I will wait.”

You pull back and smile softly, finding peace and pride in the fact that he remembers you in his poor state.

Yet you also feel bothered that Alicent had to intervene and end it so abruptly. Why? You were enjoying each other's company…

Hm.

Was she bothered he was so taken away with your visit, or was it something else?

——

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Right now if you were in Winterfell, you’d be preparing or already be with Cregan past the castle walls or in his chambers talking, kissing, and cuddling. He’d whisper sweet nothings, or he’d just hear you talk about what comes to mind or the gossip you’ve read from your cousins or brothers. You’d be each other's comfort after a long day. You’d be in his arms, or he’d be in yours. You’d be with him.

Instead, now you’re in your chambers at King’s Landing with just your kitten to keep you company as you read all alone. Your handmaidens had already left for the night, so you’re truly alone. Bored.

However, a soft knock then raps on your door, piquing your curiosity. Could it be Vanessa, your main handmaiden with envoys?

“Come in,” you say eagerly and close the book to put it aside and sit up before resting your arm on the couch's headrest to twist around and face the door.

Nevertheless, you then come face to face with Aemond.

Its Aemond at this time?

You rest your chin on your hand and then slightly tilt your head as you breathe out, noticing that he stands frozen in front of the closed door with his lips slightly parted again, and his eyes widened a bit as if in awe. You muster a feigned smile and catch him swallow thickly, letting you assume that you’re making him nervous.

“Did you miss me terribly?” You ask teasingly.

Aemond lowers his gaze and exhales before he meets your gaze again with a more collected look. “I—”

“Because it doesn’t seem like you did,” you cut him off abruptly and turn back around. “Why did you stop writing?” You get to the point while you pick up the book you were reading. “I kept writing even after you didn’t and I never got anything back, it’s as if I was writing to myself.”

Aemond’s boots approach, making your kitten rush to your lap to avoid the tall scary man.

“It was never my intention,” he finally breaks his vow of silence, causing your gaze to slide to him. “I got busy.”

You narrow your gaze and see his gaze falter away from you, letting you know he’s lying. He's always had a tell.

“Liar,” you call out and put the book back down to cradle your kitten instead. “But if you don’t want to give me the real reason then that’s okay I’ve come to terms with it a long time ago.”

You haven’t, you’re still pissed but if it gets him to leave then good.

Yet…he doesn’t.

“What do you want, Aemond?” You ask and lower your gaze to Wolf to begin petting him. “It’s late.”

You can see him standing there awkwardly from the corner of your eyes.

“I imagined you to be up on the roofs,” he interjects, making you blink in surprise. “It was your favorite spot.”

“Was,” you deadpan. “I can’t find the same joy in that anymore. Besides, what good is it enjoying it alone? It’s not like you went…did you?” You drift your gaze to him and see him avert your gaze and shake his head.

“No,” he mutters. “Why would I?” He redirects with a little less patience and while he clenches his jaw, causing you to look past the fact that he might be lying and snap back.

“What? Are you mad now? You? What reason for?” You quip. “It’s not like I was the one that stopped writing.”

“You did,” he counters and snaps his gaze to you to pierce his glare. But instead of mirroring his anger right away you can’t help but wonder if he continued to read the letters you sent?

“After 3 years,” you remind him with your anger faltering, but not completely disappearing. You’re still pissed. “And 2 of those years I wrote to myself. You were my friend Aemond, I was alone in Winterfell! You felt alone here but you had your family close, I couldn’t even hold mine when my father died,” you pause and that glare shifts to a pained look you were supposed to hide. “I waited for you to write with eagerness, you were my solace, but you forgot about me. So no, you don’t get to be mad at me. I’m the only one who’s supposed to be mad!”

You snap your eyes away and stand up to hide your angry tears that begin to form, whilst Aemond gets up and takes a step towards you. You hear his lips part, but before he can say anything the door opens.

“Princess—oh, I’m sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor so late,” you recognize Vanessa say.

You draw out a deep shaky breath and shake your head. “He was just leaving, Vanessa. Don’t worry.”

You hear Aemond huff, while Vanessa approaches cautiously. “I’ve brought your envoys that just came.”

You turn to face her with an eager smile and take the two scrolls she hands you with haste. “Mother,” you reveal who the first scroll is from. “And…” you trail off and slowly begin to grin as you recognize the Direwolf sigil stamped on the scroll; Cregan.

It’s from Cregan.

You share a happy smile with Vanessa, but when you catch Aemond approaching the small table your happy smile falls in a flash out of fear he will somehow find out your deep secret.

Nevertheless, rather than getting close to you he approaches the small table in front of your couch and places a small box down before he turns around swiftly and storms out.

Once you don’t hear his footsteps out in the hall, you put Wolf down and can’t help but take the box he put down on the table out of curiosity. Yet you don’t open it right away, you're too nervous.

“Well,” Vanessa says eagerly. “Open it.”

She gets closer and you meet her gaze before you look back at the box and sigh before you open it, and the moment you gasp softly when you see a fascinating golden ring held inside.

Seven hells.

It’s so beautiful! And so elegant too! It’s slightly heavy, but worth the weight.

The golden band glimmers against the firelight, and the mesmerizing oval-shaped blue sapphire it holds completely catches you by surprise and steals your breath away. Not only that but around the sapphire are shiny white pearls as well, adding to its beauty, and letting you know he hasn’t forgotten what you like and dislike.

“Gods,” Vanessa murmurs.

You slowly slide the ring on your right ring finger, finding that it fits perfectly. And as you admire the ring you then see a note in the box and pick it up to read the sentences it contains.

“I remembered you liked the most glimmering jewelry. Welcome back home.” - Aemond

Instead of pushing towards his forgiveness, reading this makes you more mad.

Is he trying to buy you off now? Pretend he wasn’t an asshole?

Fuck him. He can shove this up his ass.

You yank the ring off and shove it back in its box along with the note.

“What are you doing?” Vanessa asks as she notices how quickly your emotions change. “What's wrong?”

You huff and instead focus on your letters. “It won’t be that easy,” you grumble. “He can’t just buy off my anger. I’ll give it back to him tomorrow. For now,” you sigh and sit back down on your couch, “I’ll read what my mother and Cregan sent instead.”

Vanessa parts her lips but leaves it be, knowing too well not to argue with you about these matters. Instead, she bids you her goodnight and leaves you be, letting you read the kind and sweet words Cregan and your mother sent alone. And given the day you had you actually find a moment to eagerly write back to them about your day and the month you had on sea.

Once you’re done, however, you still find yourself bored and left with a bit of energy so you continue to read and cuddle with your sleeping kitten. You think about Cregan as well, about his lips, the feeling of his touch on your flesh, and you ache for him. Who knew you’d miss him so much that it would actually pain you?

Does he feel the same way you wonder? Does his heart weep for you as much as yours weeps for him? Or was it all fake?

You fall asleep on that thought. You don’t even make it to bed, the book lulls you to sleep as your memories and thoughts keep you company—And it’s while you’re fast asleep though that someone actually creeps in; Aemond.

He thought you were still awake since your candles were still on, and well, he remembered you liked to stay up very late. He thought you were too upset to answer or acknowledge him so he let himself inside, that’s when he finds you passed out on your couch with your gray kitten sleeping on top of your chest.

Aemond should’ve left, he was, but you captivate him. Even as you sleep he can't help but admire how precious and peaceful you look, how that breathtaking warmth that flowed from you continued to do so even as you slept.

He watches you, this changed person before his eyes, and wants to say that he did in fact miss you; your company, your kindness, and your beauty that compared to nothing in this shit city. He wants to tell you that he did miss you, and he wishes nothing more but for your forgiveness, so you can be friends again, so you can smile at him again, so he can finally kiss you, and so he can finally marry you. He wants you to know that, he needs you to know that.

As for now though, as you sleep, he caresses your cheek with this knuckle before picking up the book you left beside you and places it on your table. You don’t have a blanket on so he takes one from your bed and makes sure to carefully cover you at least halfway so you’d be warm and so he wouldn't drown the small kitten with the sheets. He then turns to leave, but finds a scroll with the Direwolf wax stamp and grows curious.

Who might it be that wrote to you from Winterfell? A friend? A male friend?

He reaches for the sheet of paper out of the temptation to read who it is, but he stops himself just as his fingers are going to grasp the sheet—You’re already so angry at him, if you were to find out that he went through your things you’d be even more pissed and not even acknowledge him at all. So he lets it go and steals one last glance at you before he leaves.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

“…And may there be a solution to this match, I don’t want to be in a pitiful marriage. Please,” you finish your prayer and open your eyes to look up at the bleeding face carved on the weirwood tree.

Sometimes prayer helps your mind, or at least you’ve found that it does. Yes, religion isn’t something that most of your Targaryen ancestors dive into too much, but after living in Winterfell, you’ve found comfort in talking to the Old Gods. Besides, now as you live at the other end of the country it feels like it connects you to Cregan, and well the Heart tree seems to be your only friend here. No one talks to you here—Maybe climbing on Astraea and flying to your mother or Cregan isn’t a terrible idea, you think to yourself with a deep sigh before you stand up and turn to head back inside.

However, the moment you turn you jump slightly as you get surprised by Queen Alicent’s presence.

She notices you get startled and quickly excuses herself. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just didn’t want to interrupt. It seemed like you were praying.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod.

Did she hear what you just said? Hopefully not.

“Yes,” you respond kindly and clasp your hands in front of you. “I was.”

Alicent hums and begins to walk over to you. “I never knew you were much for religion,” she points out.

You glance back at the tree and shake your head. “I wasn’t, but after I lost my father I…felt lost. Lady Karstark turned me to the Old Gods for help, and thanks to her I found how to accept my father's death. I found…comfort speaking to them, praying.” You smile softly and see her lips turn to an actual genuine smile that slightly surprises you.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Alicent says while she stops just a few inches away from you. “If only more could think like you.”

What does she mean by that?

You scoff softly and speak your mind without shame. “You can’t force religion. Some people find comfort in other things, people, themselves. We just have to hope they find a light in the darkness somehow.”

Alicent holds your gaze and sighs softly without losing any of that genuine intruginess she just found for you. “You’re right,” she whispers her agreement.

You hum and raise your eyebrow to probe. “Excuse me for asking, but is there a reason you were searching for me?”

You’ve only been stranded all alone in your quarters for what feels like an eternity, why has she come now?

And why is she grabbing your hands?

She keeps surprising you by pulling them towards her, causing you to glance down in confusion.

“Now that you’re here, I think we should start planning your wedding,” she reveals, making you grow rigid and feel as if you were splashed with freezing water.

“Like what colors you want the flowers. The dress. Who will you want to invite? It should all be exciting considering Aemond and you are friends already. Many don’t have such luck as the two of you.”

Only if she fucking knew. If only she knew.

“You are getting along are you not?” She pulls just on the right strings that make you bite the inside of your cheek and hide the truth as best as you can.

“Quite well.”

Alicent smiles wider. “That’s good to hear,” she says with relief and then lets go of one of your hands to fall by your side and lead you out of the Godswood with your other arm hooked around hers.

“I was thinking of one thing,” you interject sweetly so she won’t see through your hesitation. “Rather than having the wedding right away. Why not…wait six months,” you suggest. “It’s just been so long since Aemond and I have actually been together, we’re strangers now, I want to get to know him better.”

Alicent stops walking and faces you with confusion that causes you to grow nervous.

“Wait?” She repeats and then grabs your hands again to whisper. “Is there something wrong?”

Shit, can she see why you want to hold back the wedding?

“No,” you quickly rebuttal with a lie. “Of course not. I just…want us to be as we were before I left.”

Alicent draws in a deep breath and leans in closer, making you stiffen and grow intimidated by her again for the second time.

“I will tell you something,” she breathes out. “I don’t know if your mother has ever told you this, but there are some responsibilities that we as women of high nobility must bear. That we can’t escape from no matter what position we’re in. We have to raise our heads up high and follow the straight path.”

That sounds miserable but a logic she praises.

“This is one of those times,” she finishes saying.

You’d argue, tell her that you feel disgusted hearing that, but you can’t argue with the Queen and someone who won’t find sense in your argument. There’d be no point in wasting your breath or growing even more grieved.

Besides just past her shoulder you spot Aemond entering the Godswood, leaving no room for further discussion.

Alicent notices your attention drift away and follows your line of gaze, spotting her son and his eyes directly on you, so she doesn’t waste any time at all to look back at you with yet another feigned smile. “Start planning, the wedding will be in 2 months’ time.”

She gives your hands a gentle squeeze before she lets go and leaves you standing there with just Aemond to keep you company now.

“Was she pestering you?” He asks once his mother is out of earshot, and as if nothing happened a few nights ago; It’s so irritating!

You would try to stop being so angry but you clench your jaw and shake your head. “She was just reminding me of my responsibilities. Have you come to do that too? I remember you being close to your mother. Or have you come to apologize?”

Aemond breaks away from his spot and shakes his head. “No,” he says.

You raise your chin and curl your lip to a scowl. “No,” you feign a laugh and approach him as well. “So what? Am I just supposed to forget what a fucking asshole you were and act like a fucking paid-painted whore?”

Aemond swallows thickly and stops, bringing you to a stop close to him with a watery gaze brought by frustration.

“No,” he simply deadpans, making you even angrier because he doesn’t argue because he simply submits.

You want him to argue, yell at you, and counter back, but he just stands there looking all pretty.

“No, what?” You snap back. “Tell me. I want to know why you stopped caring about me?”

Aemond lowers his gaze and shakes his head. He probably would have added more, but you snapped and instead dug your hand in the pocket of your silk blue dress and pull out the present he had given you to shove it on his chest.

“Keep it,” you sneer and wait for him to take it in his grasp before you shove past him. “I won’t be bought off. And just because we live together does it mean we have to cross paths.”

You pick up your skirt and storm away with no room for argument. However, just as you make it out of the archway you run into Aegon. “Trouble in paradise? That’s a shame you two were close. Perhaps—”

“Shut it,” you cut him off without a care in the world that he is your elder and uncle. “Why don’t you go back to drowning in your cups, that’s—” you quickly cut yourself off as an idea comes to mind. “Actually,” you add bluntly.

Aegon blinks in confusion but grows curious. Before you share your idea though, you notice exactly who you wanted to see; Aemond walking out of Godswood, so you can’t help but smirk smugly and then meet Aegon’s gaze with that same smirk. “I’ve been trapped in my chambers for what feels like all my life.”

Aegon scoffs. “That’s an exaggeration.”

You ignore him and grow louder so Aemond can hear. “Why don’t we do something fun?” You suggest batting your eyelashes since that’s what would work with Cregan. “Like go to town…or better yet!” You exclaim and grab Aegon's hand. “We race with our dragons. See who’s the fastest?”

Aegon glances past your shoulder at his brother watching and listening to the interaction. You look back too and notice Aemond’s disapproval of your offer, you see him clench his jaw and glare at his brother, and Aegon sees it too, so you insist. “Come on, it’s way too boring here. We need to do something fun.”

Aegon meets your gaze and begins to mirror your smirk. “Fine,” he gives in. “I accept. Just don’t weep when I win.”

You scoff in amusement and pull your hand away from his as you shake your head. “I won’t because I don’t lose. I’ll meet you on the cove behind the castle, that’s where Astraea is.”

Aegon huffs out and flashes you a half grin. “All right, but if you bail, you'll owe me.”

You begin to walk back and rebuttal him. “If you lose you’ll owe me.” You flash him a grin before you turn to head to Astraea without bothering to change into your riding outfit. And just as expected, Aemond follows you. This time he actually shows emotion and grabs your wrist to stop you and turn you to him.

“<Don’t play into Aegon's whims,” he says in High Valyrian. “He is not good company to keep.>”

You scoff. “<We’re not married yet, you don’t get to control me. Besides, why should I take your advice? We’re not friends, remember?>”

You yank your arm away and roll your eyes before you shove past him and continue towards your destination in a snobby stride that makes him watch you for a lingering moment before he trails after you. Once you arrive at the Cove you beam at your beautiful purple-scaled dragon and embrace what you can of her head.

Astraea leans towards you, making you stumble back and laugh. “I hope the dragon keepers haven’t come to try and lock you up,” you tell her whilst you pull your head back to look her in the eye. “I’ve told them you hate chains. You’re too much of a free spirit, aren't you?”

You stroke your hand down her jaw and stop your hand as you reach the cream-colored horns that decorate the bottom of her jaw—Astraea’s head is shaped just like your mother's yellow dragon, Syrax, actually. They have the same four-shaped horns that grow out of their head, except the horns on Astraea’s head are pointed up and purple, and Astraea also has smaller cream-colored horns on the bottom of her jaw.

“She’s a lot bigger for her age,” Aemond tries to make conversation, but luckily Aegon and Sunfyre are approaching from the horizon. Albeit they’re not fast enough, and so as to not make this more awkward you share your theory to his comment.

“She was never chained and kept underground in Winterfell. There's far more freedom there for her to roam the skies and hunt without worrying about people.”

“Well, I can imagine,” Aemond quips smugly. “It’s just savage so far north.”

You should be the bigger person, but you grow petty over his comment because even though that's not your birthplace, even if most of the time it’s blanketed in snow and an icy chill, the North is breathtaking and the Warden is far more so. Five years was like a lifetime, so it feels like home, which is why you can’t tolerate his slander.

“The only savagery they have is their cold weather, racism, and judgment from those who aren’t brave enough to venture so far north, but you’ll find wolves are far nicer than snakes.”

You spare Aemond an icy glare, and he parts his lips to counter but just ends up closing his mouth and swallows back thickly with discontent.

Now that you got that out of the way you drift your gaze to Sunfyre landing, and watch Aegon descend from his seat to meet you halfway

“We fly around the walls and turn around the rock there,” you point at the large pointy rock ahead. “And end back here. And the only rule is no biting.”

Aegon scoffs. “I thought you didn’t like rules,” he remarks.

You begin to wander to Astraea’s side and counter back smugly. “Yeah, well I don’t feel like getting eaten in half today, so, no biting.”

Aegon begins to head back to his dragon as well and points something out. “Fire?”

“Aegon,” Aemond warns, but Aegon ignores his brother. You hum and glance away to think, debating whether to trust him or not.

But what fun would it be if there wasn’t some danger? “Sure,” you let him have what he wants. “But not directly of course.”

“Of course,” Aegon repeats and shoots you a smirk.

Since there’s nothing more to add, or at least you don’t think, you shoot him back a genuine and competitive smirk for the first time. However, of course, your good sportsmanship only lasts until you break into sprints toward your dragon's sides, because after that you shove him to the side to reach Astraea before he can reach Sunfyre.

Aegon reacts with a booming chuckle and tries to shove you back, but you swerve and instead jump on Astraea’s elbow to quickly scale up her arm whilst Aegon does the same on Sunfyre. When you reach your saddle you don’t even bother hooking on, you just nudge the handles forward and have Astraea take flight. When you look back you see the gorgeous golden dragon stumble in the water before he flaps his pink wings and ascends to the sky.

Little can be said about Aegons character and looks, but his dragon is by far the best thing he actually has, he’s so beautiful and you're a little envious he got to bond with such a beautiful dragon. You’ll never admit that to your own dragon though.

Nevertheless, you peer back and catch Aemond with a scowl formed on his face, but you only encourage it further because that’s exactly what you desire from him, a reaction, something to know that he’s paying attention and that he might care.

So if he won’t fight back or apologize you’ll do things to spite him. That's why before he’s out of view behind the cove walls, you throw him a mischievous smirk before Astraea flaps her wings and flies faster. However, since Sunfyre is older and a bit slimmer than Astraea is, he catches up quickly and now Aegon challenges you right by your side.

You stay side to side, neither of you being able to advance past the other for a few good minutes until you’re over the Oldgate because that's when Aegon and Sunfyre suddenly break away and cut through the middle of the city instead of completing the circle like agreed.

“You fucker,” you laugh before you push the silver handles to the side, causing Astraea to quickly make a sharp turn and follow after Aegon and Sunfyre.

Rather than falling at their side though, Astraea and you dive, letting you feel the rush that makes you feel as if your heart is getting dragged to your throat, and as if you’re going to fly off your saddle. It’s kind of terrifying, but you feel free and that overcomes the fear and fills you with thrill.

But just before Astraea can hit anything, she swoops back up and starts to skim over the ceilings, casting a large shadow to cover the streets you rush over, rattling the unstable things below, and startling those unfortunate enough to be out on the streets. But you don't care, you’re too caught up in the rush to care, you just care about beating Aegon, so when you manage to be just under Sunfyre, you pull back on the handles, causing Astraea to then flap her wings and shoot up.

And the moment you get close, Astraea bumps up on Sunfyre’s wing, making him stumble to the side, and letting you gain the advantage to get past them and look back at your opponent, catching Aegon’s bewildered look.

You counter his look with a grin before you focus ahead, noticing that it looks like you’ll have the advantage and win. But just as you're above the street called The Hook, a shadow casts over you. You try to encourage Astraea to fly faster, but just as she flaps her ginormous purple wings, Sunfyre dives down and cuts you off, causing Astraea to come to a skidding stop and throw herself back before she can bump into them.

Luckily she didn't fling that far back or else you would have dangled over the fucking city. It was just terrifying for a moment, it felt like your heart stopped, but it was also exhilarating.

However, it seems like Aegon and Sunfyre are going to take the advantage of their opportunity and win this race—but! You won’t lose to creepy Aegon! Thus when you’re supposed to circle around the rock across the cove, you counter their cut-off with a dirty move just like he would've done.

Instead of following after Aegon and circling the rock, you have Astraea make a sharp turn and fly towards the cove. Once you have leeway you snap your head back and see Aegon shake his head with a half grin on his face.

You shoot him a wink and throw your arms up as Astraea flies low and turns to the side to skim her wing in the water. But in order not to crash into the cove wall or Aemond still waiting in the cave, Astraea quickly straightens out and dives in the water to slow herself down, soaking you entirely as water splashes all over you, and accidentally splashes onto the shore and rolls in the cave, but stops just at the tip of Aemond’s boots.

“Whoa!” You exclaim and swing your leg over the saddle. “What a fucking rush!”

Just as you’re climbing down your dragon, Aegon lands just as rushed as you. When your feet hit the ground, he exclaims. “You played fucking dirty!” He chuckles as he also begins to climb down. “I never knew you had it in you!”

Rather than looking at Aegon as you walk to him, you look over at Aemond and meet his gaze. He doesn’t look away right at that instant, his chest rises and falls deeply before he clenches his jaw and frowns softly for a split second before he rolls his eye away from you and watches his brother approach you.

You should have felt bad, after all, you know how much of a burden Aegon is on him—you can’t say if it’s the same as before, but you remember how much Aemond followed his older brother to take care of him. You also know that Aegon upsets him in a lot of ways, but right now you actually feel pride to get such a disapproving reaction. You relish in it.

He does seem hurt though. You can’t be certain, he’s so stoic now that you’re having some trouble reading his expressions. But maybe if he is truly hurt by this action that fills you with so much pride then he’ll argue back, or talk, or laugh with you like before.

“I owe you now,” Aegon breaks you from your train of thought and turns your attention to him. “What do you want?” He asks as you both meet in the middle.

You tap your chin and shrug. “I don’t know.” You mutter as you begin to walk around one another out of rushing excitement that still pumps in your veins. “Maybe another race soon. Or! A trip into the city!”

Aegon claps his hands. “Better yet!” He shouts. “A tourney in honor of you and Aemond. Think of it as a wedding present from me.”

You stop walking and falter as you’re reminded of what’s meant to happen, what’s going to break you from Cregan, and what will stop him from going to your mother in six months—and sure when he told you that idea it sounded bad, you didn't want him to get into unnecessary danger, but after sailing away, now that you're here, longed for him, and met Aemond the stranger rather than the friend, Cregan’s idea is all you can hope for. You want him to fight for your hand and whisk you back to him.

Can he do it before you wed?

“As long as I can participate,” you play off your faltering excitement.

“No,” Aemond cuts in and stomps towards Aegon and you. “No. There are hundreds of reasons why that’s a bad idea. We don’t need a tourney.”

Who does he think he is talking for you? Maybe if he tries to reconcile then he can interject, otherwise, you’ll keep fighting him.

“We want one,” you rebuttal Aemond. “Let’s do it, in a month's time. I’ll be too busy after that.”

Aegon shoots Aemond and you a smirk. “Let’s do it.” He closes the deal.

You flutter your eyes to Aemond and shoot him a deep mischievous smirk that matches Aegon’s, and only pisses him off more.

——

*LATER*

How infernal is this place?

The beauty you once saw in King’s Landing has snuffed out, the fun you once had where you could find it doesn’t amuse you anymore, and the once twinkling lights are dull.

Sure being here before feels like being trapped in a pretty golden cage, no matter how much freedom you have compared to others, but you found an escape; maybe it was because you were content living with your family, and Aemond was kind and a sweet friend, but you managed to find it.

Even then it never stopped you from longing for more though. No matter how many distractions you had, no matter how much you had, you still longed for more, you still felt trapped, and that feeling lingered with you until you became intimate with Cregan that night on the edge of that breathtaking wall.

All your golden walls fell that night.

Maybe it was the company or the love and passion that ended that endless search for more, but they fell and you felt everything you wanted, you had everything you wanted, and it felt like you were a part of something bigger because Lady Arra gave you the chance to help the people, to be apart of the community. You could hold weapons without being scolded or rushed off; sure most of the time it was just in the company of Cregan, but you didn’t feel restrained. Now being back here, in this tall castle with no escape, without Cregan, those golden walls are up once again.

You just want to feel it again; that rush, that breeze that blew you back, that escape and the fascination. But there’s only one way you can find that here, or at least a sense of it, and it isn't on the roofs, no, it's in your own quarters, on top of your balcony’s railing. Your chambers were high enough from the ground to feel at least of lick of what you crave.

“Oh don’t be such a worrywart, Wolf,” you tell your grey kitten that sits all pretty on the balcony floor, whilst you take your heels off and throw them aside. “I’ll be fine. And it won’t be for that long.”

You shrug off the light blue overcoat you wore over your nightgown and throw it aside so you don’t trip on it, and then proceed to grasp onto the railing with both hands.

As if actually worried about your sudden actions, Wolf lets out a loud meow and walks over to sit closer to the railing.

“No,” you express your thoughts out loud as if you’re responding to the kitten. “Cregan wouldn't disapprove. He’d just say “Darling, I’d advise you not to do that. You’re mad.” And I’d just laugh it off and do it.”

Wolf meows back and you nod as you begin to push yourself up. “Yep,” you groan. “He’d just tell me to be careful afterward.”

When you manage to have both feet on the sturdy railing your body wobbles, but you quickly tighten your grip around the stone railing. “Fuck,” you giggle nervously and wait until you’re somewhat stable enough before you slowly unwrap your hands from the railing and gently push yourself up to your given height.

“See, Wolf,” you let out another nervous laugh. “Nothing happened.”

There isn’t a strong breeze here, not now anyway because it’s summer, but you still manage to sway.

“Oh,” you gasp and get ready to crouch and grab the railing, but when you see the twinkling city past the walls that surround the castle, you relax your shoulders and find your balance.

You forbid yourself from looking down out of risk of feeling fear, so you keep looking ahead. You draw in that sweet scent of the soft summer breeze and slowly unfurl out a deep breath.

From all the way up here, hundreds of feet above the ground, above the city, the firelights lit along the streets, in the people’s houses, and in lively taverns look like twinkling stars and you can’t help but smile in admiration.

From all the way up here, balancing on the railing, feeling the breeze hit you, seeing everything so small below you, helps your longing for more. It mends your boredom.

“See, nothing to worry about,” you tell Wolf.

If only Cregan was here too. It would make this much better.

“What are you doing?” The sound of Aemond’s voice startles you.

You snap your head back and see him standing behind the balcony doors.

“You fucking scared me,” you grumble with annoyance. “Don’t you knock?”

“I did,” Aemond huffs. “You didn’t answer.”

You quirk your brow. “Then why did you come in?” You ask.

Aemond presses his lips together and hums before he completely ignores your question and repeats his. “What are you doing? Get down from there.”

You begin to smirk mischievously instead and roll your head ahead to glance at the city again. “Do you remember when we would sneak up to the roofs at night? You were always too overly cautious but you joined me on the top anyway.”

Aemond takes a step forward, but stops just under the balcony’s door frame, causing Wolf to get up and drag himself closer to you.

“This isn’t the same thing,” Aemond argues. “Get down from there.”

You laugh and peer back at him. “That’s the longest I have heard you talk to me after 5 years. You have a very soothing voice.”

Aemond blinks in surprise as you catch him off guard just like you wanted, so the corner of your lips lifts to a smirk.

“Come up with me and I’ll consider being your friend again,” you ignore his command.

Aemond stays looking serious so you move your leg over the other to begin to turn, causing Aemond to break away from his spot and rush towards you in case you fall.

“Stop—”

“I’m okay,” you cut Aemond off and successfully turn around to face him. “See, you need to relax.”

Aemond sighs. “Are you drunk?” He asks out of nowhere.

You briefly squint your gaze and remark. “Why would you say that? I don’t need to get drunk to have fun.”

“Are you sure? Your taste of company today says otherwise,” Aemond grumbles.

Is he jealous?

You genuinely flash him a smile as you roll your eyes. “It was only once. Trust me, I still don’t like your brother.” You let him know. “I'm just…” you pause and sigh. “Trying to feel something.”

Your smile fades and you wonder if he can see right through this facade and see the pain you harbor.

“Join me?” You ask.

Aemond shakes his head and instead offers you his hand. “Get down. You’ll fall.”

You look back and then grin at him. “Fall?” You taunt and begin to raise your hands.

Aemond lets out a deep sigh and takes another step closer to try and snatch your wrist, but you pull away quickly and laugh instead, causing him to finally react in the exact way you want.

“This is not a game,” he snaps, and this time your kitten walks to his side as if agreeing with him, while you only pretend to agree with Aemond with a deep exhale while you also reach over to take his hand. However, just as he’s going to grasp it you pull away and begin to laugh again.

Nonetheless, this time in doing something so reckless you actually lose balance and your laugh dies quickly and gets replaced by a frigeneted yelp. And for the first time your life also actually flashes before your eyes like people say happens before death so you do the only thing you can think of and quickly reach out for Aemond as your body gets pulled back by gravity, accepting in that moment that Aemond was right. But you don’t say that out loud.

Luckily the gods are on your side and Aemond manages to wrap his hand around yours and yanks you towards him with a force you didn’t know he had. Now rather than falling back, you fall on him as he loses balance and falls back to the ground.

For a moment after, you just stay on him with your head pressed against his chest as you try to collect your heavy breath, and calm your racing heart.

“Seven hells,” you laugh nervously. “You fucking saved—”

“Is this some joke to you?!” Aemond cuts you off with his voice laced with venom.

You pull your head back and meet his gaze as you remain on top of him. “What?” You snap with a forming scowl.

“Your life?” Aemond counters.

You scoff and push yourself off him to stand to your given height on stable ground now. “My life isn’t a joke to me,” you argue as you watch him tower over you as he stands. “But you are!” You sneer and point at his chest roughly. “You pretending that everything is fine, that you didn’t just disappear from my life should be a joke. Is that what you want to hear, Aemond?” You raise your voice and glare at him.

You want him to fight back just as he was now, but he just watches you with that…narrowed gaze you find alluring.

“Fight back,” you shout at him and push him back. “Fight back and don’t make me believe that you don’t care. Because now that I look at you, now that I see this new person before me, that’s all I feel from you.” You finish and stumble back as you begin to heave.

Yet he drops his gaze and stays quiet and that infuriates you more. “Fight back!” You bellow. “Fight back! Fight—”

“What do you want me to say?” He interrupts you and steps towards you, making you step back. “That being apart from you has been the bane of my existence? That you have plagued my thoughts every single moment since the day I left you!”

He catches you off guard and steals your breath.

“Not a day went by where I didn’t almost have my mother summon you here.” Aemond keeps saying while he takes another step forward and you take one more back, but bump into the railing now as you watch him with disbelief.

You just didn't expect him to actually say anything.

“Then…” you mutter and swallow thickly whilst you watch as his hands lift to reach for your cheeks, but end up hovering near them. “…say it,” you say breathlessly. “Say you care about me. Not by gifts or spontaneous visits, tell me you care and I will stand with you. I will stop fighting this match, I will…” you try to speak but you struggle to finish what you want to say. “…I will be what you need. I will be yours. Just tell me…please.”

Aemond nods softly and licks his lips before he finally says the words you have been craving to hear. And as always he speaks softly. “I care. I have not stopped caring. I…love you.” He finally says and cups your cheeks to pull you in for a forbidden kiss that leaves you stunned.

The only man you have ever kissed has been Cregan, feeling the taste of new lips mold with yours is odd. Yet you can’t get enough, you close your eyes and grab his jaw to deepen the steamy kiss. Aemond presses you back against the railing as he kisses you with a burning passion and an urgency as if this entire time you’ve left him starving for the taste of you.

Albeit just before this can go any further, it feels like you’re betraying Cregan so you pull away from the kiss and instead press your forehead against Aemond.

He however presses a soft kiss on your forehead before he slides his hands around you instead.

“Forgive me,” he interjects as he begins to caress your back. “I have been acting like a jerk.”

You pull back to meet his gaze with a questioning look. “Why did you stop writing? I waited for you to write.” You finally ask your long-awaited question that has been slowly killing you.

Aemond averts his gaze to exhale deeply before his eyes slowly drift up to your cheek where your scar is carved, letting you know exactly why he stopped writing.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you assure him and press your hands against his chest so he can feel comfort radiating off you as well. “You didn’t do it on purpose, I got in the way. It was an accident.”

Aemond drops his gaze and shakes his head. “It doesn’t mean that I still didn’t hurt you,” he mutters. “How could I pretend like nothing happened? Like it wasn’t me that scarred you forever?”

“Well,” you try to cheer him up. “I quite like my scar now. I mean now that it’s not swollen and red.”

You tilt your head and muster a smile so he can see you’re being honest. “You could have just told me.” You whisper softly.

Aemond slowly lifts his eyes to meet your gaze. “It wasn’t that easy,” he admits bashfully. “I’m afraid I’m not so good at talking as freely as you can.”

You giggle. “You’re lucky you have me back then.”

The corner of his lips tug to a smile, and you grow curious about how his own scar turned out. And not the visible one that trails over his face, but the one he hides under his eyepatch.

“Can I see?” You're brave enough to ask.

Aemond stiffens and hesitates for a while before surprising you by stiffly nodding his head and then raising one hand to pull the eyepatch off his face, letting you see the blue twinkling sapphire that sits in his eye socket like a beautiful haunting reminder of what was taken, and what happened that unfortunate night, but not scaring you off, you’re actually fascinated, and also caught by surprise.

Now that you see the sapphire he carries you recall the ring he had given you; the one with the oval-shaped blue sapphire in the center of the pearls, and now you feel terrible for throwing it back at him.

“You know what,” you speak sweetly, causing chills to run up Aemond’s spine at the mere sound of something so beautiful and rare to hear from anyone. Not even his own mother speaks to him so sweetly or as soft.

No one has ever shown any appreciation for the scar in the way you do as your soft fingertips trail his scar. “I like it,” you coo. “It suits you. You look…sexy.”

Aemond drops his gaze and his lips twitch to a wider smile.

“You don’t have to hide it,” you assure him softly and take his eyepatch from him to throw it inside the room. “Not with me.”

Aemond meets your gaze with a soft look he’s even surprised he can achieve, and one you haven’t seen on him before. It honestly makes you giddy as well as flustered, but not timid, you manage to press a kiss on his lip before you press one on his cheek just under his sapphire eye.

He quickly cups your cheeks again, and you begin to smirk. “Can I have it back?” You mention. “The ring you gifted me and I rudely threw back at you.”

Aemond scoffs but doesn’t hesitate to dig into his pocket and pull out the small box again. He proceeds to open it for you and pulls out the impressive ring.

“I do like gifts,” you say as you put your hand out to let him put the ring on your ring finger on your right hand. “I love it,” you praise him giddly. “The pearls are my favorite. As well as the sapphire—actually one time my grandfather Corly’s said he fought a pirate that had a ruby for an eye,” you run your mouth and lift your hand to watch the sapphire twinkle against the firelight. “He stabbed his sword in his face and then gave the ruby to my grandmother. Pretty impressive.”

You grin as you admire the ring on your finger, and when you look over to meet Aemond’s gaze you notice a smile on his handsome face, and once again you grow flustered. “I thought you’d like to know,” you mumble nervously and pull away to walk to your bed. “Would you stay with me tonight? We can catch up, or just sleep.”

You peer over your shoulder and bat your eyelashes. “What do you say?” You press seductively.

Aemond holds your gaze and slowly follows you whilst protesting without any effort. “I'm not allowed.”

You scoff. “So what? We’re grown up now and you’re the son of the king,” you feed his ego to twist his decision your way.

“You can do whatever the hell you want. But then again I can’t force you, so it’s up to you.” You trail off smoothly and reach your bed to sit on the edge and await his answer with your leg over the other.

Aemond stops walking when he reaches the foot of your bed and glances at the front door before meeting your gaze and offering you a faint smile. “Fine,” he gives in. “I’ll stay.”

“Good,” you whisper and flash him a grin.

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