#and also i sent another request i couldn’t help myself…

[gguk-n]

if you still take requests would you like to write an oscar x reader where they got to know by a coincident and the reader knows absolutely nothing abt f1 and also not oscar so when he was like I drive for f1 she was like wtf should I do with that information??

She doesn’t like cars

{Reader’s POV}

I met Oscar at a grocery store after I had moved to Monaco. The company I worked at were establishing a new branch here and wanted me to help smooth out the process. Who was I to say no to an opportunity of a life time? But being away from friends and family got very difficult when you enjoy being around people.

I only got the weekend off; so I had to make the best of the situation. I was grabbing milk at the grocery store when another hand grabbed the same carton. I looked at the tall, handsome man next to me; “I grabbed that first” I said. “Sorry” he quietly apologised and moved on. We kept running into each other in different isles and the more I stared at him and his toned thighs I found myself drooling. Well, it’s not everyday an attractive man keeps running into you. So, I did what any rational single woman would do and asked him out. To my surprise, he said yes. I doubt myself too much sometimes, I had thought.

We started going out on dates and spending time together. He was rich and had a pretty decent apartment he owned, from what I gathered. He must make quite a decent amount or he comes from money since he’s constantly away on what I assume are business trips over the weekends every few weeks. Did I ask what he did? No. Did he ask what I did? Not particularly. But I did give him my business card.

We were cuddling on one of these days while Oscar was raking his fingers through my hair; “You always help me feel normal” he whispered. “You make me feel rich” I giggled. “What’s mine’s yours babe” he retorted. “Sure, darling” I muttered. “I’ll be gone over the weekend, again” he said stopping his hand movement. “Again? Don’t you think your boss hates you or something with how much they make you go on trips or maybe they love you” I voiced my concern. Oscar laughed a deep laugh which sent vibrations through my body. “Baby, I know this year’s schedule has been a little more hectic with more races” he lamented. “What races?” I asked. “Formula One races” he replied quizzically. “What’s that?” I asked narrowing my eyes. “You don’t know?” He questioned. “Don’t make me feel stupid for not knowing” I whined.

Oscar sighed before speaking, “so, what you’re saying is all this time you had no clue that I was a Formula One driver?” he asked. “Do you test cars or something. I thought they had dummies for that” I quizzed. Oscar was now sat up an amused expression on his face. “No baby, I drive for McLaren” he explained. “Good for you?” I said slowly, I didn’t want him to feel bad about his job or the fact that I knew nothing about it. But since when did they pay test drivers so much?

Oscar started laughing, “that’s it. Take the weekend off. We’re going to Singapore” he announced. “Not this suddenly” I said. “It’s next week. We’ll fly together. Can’t have my girlfriend not knowing what I do for work” he announced kissing my lips.

My interest was piqued so I ended up googling Formula One. My jaw was on the floor when I realised that Oscar was one of the twenty drivers; he was crème de la crème when it came to motor sport. We’d been dating for a while and I knew nothing about what he did, no wonder he owned a place in Monaco; I couldn’t help but laugh. But in my defence my country isn’t huge on motor sports, so I’m sure Oscar can forgive me.

“You didn’t tell me you won 2 races” I announced after finishing dinner that day. “Oh! Did you google me?” He asked. “Nope, I google formula one and you were on top of the list for the previous race. Then I googled you” I explained. Oscar nodded. I sat down on Oscar’s lap, facing him. “Can’t believe you make so much money and let me pay for our meals” I said shaking my head. “That was one time and you insisted” Oscar explained. “Still” I whined. “Can’t wait to watch you win, people say you are really good” I smirked. “Yeah” he said. “Cocky much.” I laughed. “Maybe you can show me how good you are, now” I winked. “I can show you how good I am in everything” he smirked. “I love you, race winner Oscar Piastri” I said kissing him. “Love the ring of it. Gonna have to win more now” he whispered. “Can’t wait to watch you” I mumbled pulling him in for another kiss

[minswriting]

Min!! Congrats on 900 followers! I love your work so so much, you inspire my work, you are so incredible and talented - I love you i love you i love youuuuu!!!

I have come with a dirty request. I would like season 3ish Spencer, being taught by reader how he should touch her since he’s not that experienced and then Spencer flusteredly being like ‘could you show me how you touched me last time so I can remember how to do it myself’ AAAA just like something about TEACHING that SOB that knows everything itches something deep and horny in my brain. Xoxo 🧸

AHHHH THIS IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE IM SO SORRRYYYY however i love this request so of course i will write it. my apologies for being so slow with stuff lately guys. life be getting in the way 😔😔

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | fingering (f), squirting

your relationship with spencer was still relatively new. you guys had been dating for about a month or so and have only done a few sexual things to one another. he had watched you get yourself off before, taking in the movements of your fingers at the different parts of your cunt. and he desperately wanted to make you feel good too.

so, one night, after spencer had gotten home from a case, the two of you were sat on his couch, watching some old movie. and he just looks at you randomly and goes “can you teach me how to please you like you do yourself?”

it caught you off guard for a moment. you didn’t comprehend his words right away but the moment you did, you couldn’t help but smile. “is that what’s been on your pretty mind tonight?” you asked, looking at your boyfriend.

spencer simply pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, nodding his head. “uh…yes?” he said, sounding unsure.

“of course i can teach you,” you exclaimed.

which led to the two of you on the couch as you sat in between spencer’s legs, back to his chest, with your pants and panties off. your legs were spread and you held spencer’s hand in yours. “firstly, you take your finger and you spread the wetness around.” you said softly, bringing his hand down to your pussy and guiding his pointer finger up and down your slit, spreading the wetness around. “it’s not a necessity but it helps just lubricate everything.”

“you’re so wet,” spencer whispered in awe as he gently moved his finger up and down you slit.

you let out a breathy laugh, nodding your head. “for you? always.” you replied. you then guided two of his fingers to your clit. “this, this is the-“

“the clitoris, a sensitive area located on top of the vulva. it’s a primary sensory organ of female sexual response,” spencer interrupted, going into factual mode for just a moment. without thinking about it, he began rubbing your clit gently.

you let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut. it never failed to turn you on when spencer spewed random facts. it also very much helped that he was a quick learner because your brain always went to mush when your pussy was being played with. “y-you just keep doing that for a little while,” you stuttered, holding onto spencer’s arm as he rubbed your clit.

spencer didn’t say anything in response as he just looked at you from over your shoulder. tentatively, he leaned his head to your shoulder blade, kissing your skin gently. the action sent shivers down your spine as he began kissing towards your neck.

after a few minutes, you had decided that you needed to be filled, grabbing spencer’s hand and stopping his movements. “now, you’re going to insert a finger,” you brought his fingers to your hole, grabbing his middle finger. “this one,” you exclaimed. “you’re going to insert that finger inside,” you whispered.

“like this?” spencer asked as his digit slowly entered inside of you. your walls fluttered at the intrusion, clenching around his finger. “you’re so tight.”

“mhm,” you said before swallowing. “and now you gently thrust it in and out, slowly at first before adding a second finger. and if you curve your finger,” spencer did just that, causing you to jolt and let out a moan. “that is the g-spot.” you whimpered.

“so if i do this,” he began thrusting his finger in and out of you gently, making sure to make a “come here” motion with his finger inside of you. “it’ll feel good?”

you moaned, nodding your head. “very good,” you replied.

spencer simply moved his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, making sure to graze your sweet spot each time. he couldn’t help but press himself against you, his cock so hard from touching you. after a few minutes, he added a second finger, moving his fingers at the same pace.

“f-faster, please,” you whimpered.

and spencer complied. he began moving his fingers faster, hitting your spongy spot each time. “like this?” he asked hotly into your ear.

“just like that,” you moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. “oh my god.”

the room was filled with the sound of spencer’s fingers moving in and out of your pussy. the noise just getting wetter as his fingers began squelching. and without any warning, you squirted around his fingers, whining and moaning in his arms. “oh fuck,” you moaned out.

it didn’t take a genius to realize you had squirted for the first time. spencer smirked to himself, unable to help it. “that good, huh?” he asked a bit smugly as he continued finger fucking you so good.

you whined, nodding your head. “so good, spence, oh my god,” you replied. you could feel the heat tightening in your abdomen as your orgasm approached. “so close, so close.”

spencer let out a soft moan as he could feel his cock twitching in his pants from this whole scenario. he continued working his fingers inside of you, determined to make you cum.

and with a choked moan, you began cumming. you arched your back against spencer as your thighs clenched around his hand. you let out a high pitched moan, toes curling as you came. and spencer just watched it all as he fingered you through your orgasm.

without any warning, spencer shuttered as he came in his pants from the sight of you cumming on his fingers. “o-oh,” he moaned, ropes of cum painting his boxers and pants.

and when the both of you came down from your highs, spencer pulled out his fingers and the both of you breathed heavily, leaning back to relax. after a few minutes of silence, you spoke “i have never squirted before,” you said in disbelief.

spencer hummed, smiling goofily at you. “glad to be your first then.” he replied, kissing the back of your head.

“and i can’t believe you came in your pants.” you replied.

“oh shut up.” spencer exclaimed.

it was safe to say that fingering you quickly became spencer’s absolute favorite thing in the world.

[hummingbird24220]

I’m trying desperately not to fill your inbox with just reader x Sanji but this one is a little different so I’m allowing myself to request

Can I request Sanji and Luffy being jealous of reader and ace flirting with each other?

Sanji and Reader have always had a pretty flirty relationship ever since reader joined the strawhats but it’s never been super serious. When the strawhats meet up with ace in alabasta, ace and reader flirt/tease each other relentlessly and Sanji and Luffy hate it. Luffy mostly because he’s got “little brother syndrome” where he feels the need to make sure his brother is not going to take away his crew (Luffy is only jealous platonically) Sanji is mad jealous and also a little hurt that reader is flirting with someone else

Eventually Sanji and Reader talk it out. Reader didn’t realize Sanji was taking the flirting so seriously (because he’s a huge flirt) I don’t know how to end it but hopefully that made sense.

I love your writing! Hope to see more from you for a long time <3

Yes! Of course you can :3 I love writing requests, so dont hold back if you have ideas <3 especially if theyre sanji x reader Ive burnt myself out a bit writing 4 fics at once lol, so new ideas are always welcome.

Hope you like it!

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Heatwaves

Jealous!Sanji x Flirty!Reader

The heat of the Alabasta sun didn’t hold a candle to the firestorm Sanji was currently experiencing in his chest.

Because there you were.

Leaning way too close to Portgas D. Ace, laughing at something he said, your hand casually brushing against his bicep as if you hadn't just set two Straw Hat crew members into an emotional tailspin.

Luffy’s jaw was tight, arms crossed as he watched the interaction from a few feet away, chewing on a hunk of meat with more aggression than usual.

“She’s gonna leave with him,” Luffy muttered dramatically through a mouthful. “He’s gonna steal her. Just like that.”

“She’s not leaving,” Sanji muttered, smoke curling up from his cigarette as he scowled. “She’s just being friendly. Overly friendly.”

Ace said something again—probably another one of his casually cool one-liners—and you giggled. That sweet, playful sound you always made when teasing Sanji. Except this time it wasn’t for him. This time it was for that flaming bastard.

Sanji nearly snapped the filter of his cigarette between his teeth.

“You’ve never giggled like that at me,” Luffy huffed, plopping down with a dramatic thud. “What if she likes him more than us? He’s got freckles and a cape, Sanji. What if she likes capes?!”

Sanji didn’t respond. He was too busy glaring daggers at Ace, who—of course—caught his eye and sent him a cheeky wink.

The bastard.

Ace was hot, funny, and very good at teasing back. Not that you were serious about anything—you flirted with Sanji all the time, and you thought he knew it was just your love language. But Ace? He was fun. And you couldn’t help yourself. Especially when you noticed Sanji staring with a clenched jaw and smoke practically pouring out of his ears.

Which only made you want to flirt more. A little chaos never hurt anyone, right?

“Luffy,” Sanji finally said, through gritted teeth. “Your brother is a menace.”

Luffy nodded solemnly. “He’s gonna seduce our whole crew. We’re gonna wake up and everyone’s gonna be gone, following him like a pied piper of fire.”

Sanji’s eye twitched. “He can seduce whoever he wants. But not her.”

“Oh?” Luffy blinked, then tilted his head. “Wait, do you like her?”

Sanji choked on his smoke.

“N-no! I mean—well—of course I like her! She’s amazing! She’s smart and beautiful and strong and has absolutely no sense of personal space—but that’s part of her charm!”

Luffy just stared. “So… yes.”

Sanji groaned, covering his face with one hand.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Flirting with you was just a game at first—a fun little routine. You teased, he swooned. You winked, he heart-eyed. That was just you two. But lately… it had started to feel different. Like he meant every word, even when you laughed it off.

And now?

Now Ace was standing where Sanji wanted to be.

–

The fire crackled gently as the crew settled in for the night, the sky above Alabasta lit with stars so bright it almost looked fake. You sat near the fire, stretched out lazily on the sand, letting the warmth of the flames chase off the desert chill. Ace sat beside you, throwing a small flame between his fingers like a toy, completely unbothered by everything except the snack in his hand and the smirk on your face.

"So, Ace," you drawled, nudging his elbow with your own, "tell me the most embarrassing story about Luffy.”

Ace chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure you wanna hear that? He might punch me into next week.”

"Please," you said, batting your lashes exaggeratedly. “For me?”

Across the camp, Sanji’s cigarette nearly snapped again. He was cleaning up dinner dishes with the most aggressive clinking of metal known to man.

“I swear,” Sanji muttered under his breath, “if she leans into him one more time—”

“She’s allowed to talk to people, Sanji,” Nami said without looking up from her map. “You do that heart-eyes thing at every woman you meet. Let her have her fun.”

“That’s different,” Sanji huffed.

“How?” Nami asked.

“Because… because I don’t mean it,” he said before immediately cringing. “I mean—I do—but I don’t—I haven’t meant it in a while. With anyone except—”

“Oh my god,” Nami said, finally looking up. “You like her. Like, like like her.”

“Could you not announce it to the whole Grand Line, Nami-swan?” Sanji hissed.

Chopper, who had clearly been eavesdropping from behind a cactus, gasped. “You’re jealous!”

“I’m not jealous,” Sanji lied through his teeth, glancing over again just in time to see you laughing at something Ace whispered to you, your hand resting on his shoulder like it belonged there.

He was going to combust.

You, meanwhile, were starting to notice the tension.

Mostly because Luffy had walked up to you three times already to interrupt.

The first time, it was under the pretense of needing water. The second time, he claimed Ace owed him “very important brother stuff.” The third time, he just stared at you and said, "Stop stealing my brother," before wandering away grumpily like a kicked puppy.

Ace was clearly amused. “You know,” he said, after Luffy’s third interruption, “you might want to cool it before Lover Boy explodes.”

You blinked at him. “Lover Boy?”

“Aha. So you don’t know,” Ace said, clearly enjoying himself now. “Sanji’s been shooting daggers at me all day. I’m shocked the heat hasn’t melted your hair.”

“Sanji?” you said, sitting up a little straighter. “Sanji and I always flirt. It’s not like it’s serious.”

Ace arched a brow. “You’re telling me you didn’t notice the way he’s been fuming like a kettle with no outlet?”

You paused, replaying the day in your head—Sanji’s silence, the way he didn’t offer you a second serving at dinner, the aggressive chopping of vegetables like he was punishing them for existing.

“…Oh,” you muttered. “Oh no.”

Ace snickered. “Don’t worry. I won’t steal you.”

You gave him a flat look. “You’re so annoying.”

“Luffy’s annoying. I’m chaotic. Big difference.”

Later, as the crew settled down to sleep, you approached Sanji.

He was sitting alone near the fire, shoulders tense, cigarette burned all the way down to the filter before he lit a fresh one without saying a word.

You plopped down beside him.

"Hey, chef boy."

He didn’t look at you. “Shouldn’t you be over with your fire prince?”

You winced. “Okay, ow.”

Sanji finally turned, eyes narrowed just enough to sting. “What do you want?”

“I didn’t know you were taking it seriously,” you said honestly. “The flirting, I mean. I thought… I dunno. It was just fun.”

Sanji’s jaw flexed. “Yeah. That’s what I thought too. At first.”

You were quiet for a second.

“…You could’ve told me.”

“You could’ve noticed,” he muttered. “I flirt with everyone, yeah. But I meant it with you. Every time. And watching you fall over Ace like it was nothing just—”

He cut himself off, tossing his cigarette away into the sand.

“—it just sucked, alright?”

You blinked, then smiled faintly. “You’re an idiot.”

He scowled. “Excuse me?”

“You should’ve said something, dummy. How was I supposed to know when you flirt with anything that moves and then make heart eyes at the salt shaker?”

“…It was a very elegant salt shaker,” he grumbled.

You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Ace and I were just messing around. I didn’t think you’d actually care.”

“…Well, I do.”

You looked at him.

He looked at you.

And then you flicked his forehead.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being bad at feelings.”

He smiled, finally. Just a little.

You both sat there in the quiet, the fire crackling gently between you.

“…So you’re not gonna run off with him?”

You grinned. “Depends. Are you gonna keep making me dinner?”

Sanji laughed softly. “Only if you stop making me jealous on purpose.”

“No promises.”

—-

You had barely opened your eyes the next morning before Ace was at it again.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he said with the most obnoxiously suave tone, plopping down next to you and handing you a steaming cup of tea—tea that very clearly wasn’t from Sanji, judging by the over-steeped bitterness and floating leaf debris.

You squinted at it like it personally offended you. “You trying to poison me?”

Ace just smirked. “Figured I’d give your boyfriend a break. He looked like he was on the verge of strangling me last night.”

“He’s not my—” You stopped, then sighed. “...Not officially.”

Ace gave a little wiggle of his brows. “Oho?”

Before you could retaliate with a snarky comment or cup-throw, Sanji appeared like a smoke-trailing storm cloud behind Ace, moving past both of you with a loaded tray and a forced calm so aggressive it felt like he was going to combust on the spot.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said with his best gentleman voice, pointedly ignoring Ace. “I made your favorite—fresh fruit, toasted bread with honey, and a lavender tea that won’t make you gag.”

Ace hummed. “Jealousy suits you, love cook.”

Sanji didn’t even flinch. “And smugness suits you, fire hazard.”

You blinked between them. “Okay. I’m gonna go ahead and say this: whatever this is, it’s weirdly hot but also making me want to punch both of you.”

Luffy, passing by with a hunk of meat in each hand, paused mid-bite. “Are we fighting Ace yet? Because I have notes.”

“No, Luffy,” you and Ace both said at the same time.

Sanji narrowed his eyes. “He is on thin ice.”

Ace just grinned, resting his chin in his palm like this was the best entertainment he’d had in months. “Relax. I’m just playing wingman at this point.”

“You’re what now?” Sanji blinked.

Ace tilted his head at you. “Come on. She’s got good taste, but I’m not sticking around long. And between you and me?” He leaned in a little, stage-whispering just loud enough for everyone to hear. “She likes her men possessive. So quit sulking and go do something about it.”

Sanji looked like he was buffering. “I—I do not sulk.”

“You definitely sulk,” you and Luffy said in unison.

Ace patted Sanji’s shoulder twice, grinning. “Good luck, love cook.”

And then he walked away with that infuriatingly confident strut, whistling like he hadn’t just thrown a live grenade into the air and walked off.

—-

Later, after Ace was gone and the crew was prepping to move out

You found Sanji sitting at the edge of a dune, finally calm.

You flopped down beside him again. “So. How’s it feel to be publicly roasted by a man who doesn’t wear a shirt?”

Sanji groaned. “I have never hated someone so charming.”

You snorted. “He said he was just trying to push you into doing something. Honestly, kinda worked.”

Sanji looked at you. Really looked at you. “Would you… want me to?”

“Do something?”

He nodded.

You leaned in slightly. “You gonna kiss me or keep letting random shirtless men flirt with me until you pop a blood vessel?”

Sanji blinked.

Then kissed you.

Not overly dramatic, not heat-of-the-moment passionate—just soft, warm, and finally. Like something you’d both been dancing around for way too long.

When he pulled back, he was pink in the cheeks but smiling.

You smirked. “So… still jealous?”

Sanji exhaled. “Maybe. But if he ever tries to flirt with you again, I will put chili powder in his tea.”

You grinned. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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Meanwhile, somewhere on the next dune...

Ace, far off in the distance, raised his hands triumphantly like a victorious matchmaker.

“Nailed it.”

[dorabellingham]

Long distance

warning: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: when your long-distance relationship is going through a turbulent time, but you do everything to understand each other

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The months passed quickly, and despite the distance, you and Jude tried to stay connected. He was in Madrid, living the peak of his career, with intense training, games and constant travel, while you, in another country, focused on your college year. The distance was testing your limits, but so far, you seemed to be able to keep the flame alive. However, there were times, like this one, when you felt that something wasn't right.

It was a cold Thursday night, and you were at home, after another long week of studies and commitments. You looked at your phone, checking if you had any messages from Jude. You saw that he had sent you a good night message, as he always did when you weren't talking in person, but when you opened the screen, you saw that he was busy with something and couldn't answer at those times. It was something common, but that night, a feeling of emptiness hit you even harder. You tried to be understanding. You knew that Jude was at a decisive moment in his career and that football demanded a lot of his time. However, you couldn’t help but feel alone. The long-distance relationship was getting hard to sustain. You always tried your best to be patient, but you also had your own emotional needs, and as much as you loved your boyfriend, you couldn’t hide the fact that you were feeling neglected. That night, instead of just texting him that you were fine, you sat on your bed and decided to write something more sincere. You knew you had to be honest with him, no matter how hard it was.

"Jude, I know you’re super busy and I don’t want to be a burden, but… sometimes I feel like you’re so distant. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. I understand how much football takes out of you, but I also need you here, you know? And there are days when I really feel like I’m doing this all by myself. I don’t want to be demanding, but can you help me understand what’s going on? I just don’t want to feel invisible.”

You hesitated a little before hitting send, but you knew you had to say it. You didn’t want the frustration to build up to the point where it could harm their relationship. Instead, you preferred to get things sorted out while there was still time.

A few minutes later, your phone vibrated. It was a text from Jude.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry if I left you feeling this way. I really didn’t mean to. You know how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for us. I can’t deny that I’m completely focused on my work, but that will never be more important than you. I love you and I’m struggling to find balance. I want you to know that I need you here too, more than you know. Let’s talk about this when you can.”

You felt an immediate sense of relief. You knew he wasn’t trying to push you away, but the feeling of being neglected hurt you deeply. You took a deep breath and sent a reply.

“I love you, Jude. I know it’s hard for you too, and I don’t mean to be selfish. Just… please don’t make me feel like I’m an option when you already have so much going on. I just need to know that I’m still important to you, even with all this crazy schedule you have.”

Your phone vibrated again.

“You’ll always be my priority, Y/n. I’m just trying to organize myself so that we can be together as much as possible. I don’t want you to feel that way, no way. Let’s figure it out. Give me some time and we’ll plan something together, something just for us, so you can see how important you are to me. I promise I’ll try to make this easier for you. I’m not going to give up on us.”

You smiled, feeling a soft relief this time. You knew that, despite the distance and the challenges, the love between you were still strong. You were still learning to deal with the situation, and that was something natural, something that many long-distance relationships face.

A few hours later, you finally received a call from Jude. The sound of his voice calmed you down immediately, and you closed your eyes as you listened to him speak, knowing that, despite the pressure and the distance, you still belonged together.

—Babe, I just wanted to hear from you. I was thinking about how we can improve this. Maybe I should call you more often, or even text you more when I know you need me.

You interrupted him softly, with a light laugh.

—I’m not the type of person to complain, but sometimes I feel like I’m trying too hard to be strong on my own. And yes, a more frequent message would make me feel more present. I know you’re doing your best, Jude. It’s just that sometimes the best seems so far away, darling.

Jude sighed, as if he was relieved to finally hear your truth. He could feel the weight of your words, and it touched him deeply.

—I understand. And I’m going to do it. I’m going to be more present. Because you deserve it. You deserve to know that I’m completely yours, even if the distance tries to separate us. I’m going to make things work, because you’re the most important thing in my life.

You smiled at his words. The feeling of warmth was almost instantaneous. You had had a difficult conversation, but a necessary conversation, and that was the most important thing. You didn’t want to be neglected, but you didn’t want to be selfish either. You just wanted to be with him, by his side, even if that meant you had to adjust a little.

—I love you, Jude. I’m here for you too, always. And I know that in the end, everything will work out. We’ll get through this together.

He was silent for a moment before answering.

—I love you more, babe. And I’m going to show you that I can be better for both of us.

That night, even though you were miles apart, you and Jude felt closer than ever. Your conversation was a reminder that despite the hardships of distance and Jude’s career, what really mattered was your commitment to each other. You weren’t giving up. You were simply learning to be better in your relationship, day by day.

[angstywaifu]

It's Nothing - Bodhi x Reader

Request: do u think you could write something for bodhi? maybe the rider is also marked and people start targeting her for it and he finds out? or like literally anything bodhi i love him so bad. Minor book spoilers around Xaden's signet. Mentions of violence. Masterlist

It never use to be this bad. I never had to be scared walking down the halls. Hell, I’m a dragon rider. I shouldn’t be scared of anything. I laugh in the face of death every single day. And yet here I am, worried to walk these halls alone. My eyes scan every hall I walk into, every crevice they could be hiding in, waiting to pounce on me.

I was still recovering from yesterday. Too stubborn to go to the healers about it. I didn’t want to appear weak. And honestly I didn’t want anyone to know about it either. Too scared a healer might say something to someone I knew. No one could know. I could handle this on my own.

I’m too caught up in my thoughts to hear the approaching footsteps at first. But their voices carry down the now empty hall I’m in. Shit.

”You never learn do you.” One of them calls from behind me.

My body shudders at their voice as it carries down to me, echoing off the walls as if to emphasise I was alone. No one here to help me. All alone.

”You make it so easy for us to teach you a lesson. To teach you your place in the quadrant.” Another calls out.

A yelp escapes my lips as one jumps out at me as I try to rush away from them. Their hands gripping my shoulders painfully.

”When will you learn that you don’t belong here. That you were sent here to die just like your parents.” He spits out at me as he tightens his grip on my arms.

All I can do is look at them wide eyed. Listen as the other two approach from behind. It had started out as bearable. One of them requesting to challenge me one day. Which they’d won with ease due to using their signet. It was subtle enough that no one knew. Then it turned into shoving in the halls, snide comments towards me, jumping out at me and trying to scare me. But somehow I knew this was going to be worse. He had a glint in his eyes. One I didn’t like.

I squeeze my eyes shut as the other two take their place behind me. There was no point struggling or fighting to get away. They’d proven time and time again they were stronger, faster, better. I didn’t stand a chance. All I could do was try defend myself as best I could.

”Everything all good?” A familiar voice calls out to us.

My eyes snapping open to see three familiar figures standing at the end of the hall. Three figures I couldn’t be more relieved to see right now. But the rider in front of me doesn’t seem remotely phased by their presence.

”Nothing to worry about Riorson. We’re just having a friendly talk.” They call out over their shoulder, cocking their head towards them.

Their hands tighten on my shoulders, a small whimper escaping my lips as they do so. A silent warning to play along. My blood runs cold when something sharp presses against my back. Even through my leathers I know what it is. A dagger. Shit.

”I highly doubt that. How about you put that dagger away?” He calls out as he takes a few tentative steps towards us.

”You don’t want to do this Riorson. Just let this happen.” The rider behind me warns, the dagger pushing further into my back.

Xaden’s laughter echoes off the walls, almost like a warning. It’s then I notice the shadows pooling slowly around my feet and the riders surrounding me. So subtle you wouldn’t notice unless you knew what to look for.

”See that’s the issue. I can’t let this happen.”

It happens so fast I barely have time to react. Xaden’s shadows springing up from the floor, plunging the riders around me into darkness, pulling them away from me. As soon as the dagger drops from my back I shove the cadet in front of me away. I pump my arms as fast as I can in an effort to get away faster. Two figures rush past me, causing me to turn my head. I watch as Xaden and Garrick rush towards the riders still consumed by Xaden’s shadows. Another yelp escapes my lips as I slam into someone. Panic consuming me as I worry it’s another one of them that was waiting just out of sight. My hands trying to shove them off me in an effort to get away.

”Hey, it’s just me! You’re ok!”

I look up to see Bodhi’s familiar brown eyes looking down at me as his hands cup my face. His eyes laced with worry as he takes me in. I fling my arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug that he returns immediately. His chin resting atop my head as I relax into his embrace. His hands rubbing up and down my back to try calm me down

I was safe. I was alive and safe. I’d gotten away.

I was safe. I was alive and safe. I’d gotten away.

The words continue to echo in my mind, a mantra that anchors me in the moment. I cling to Bodhi with all my might, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. Every time I blink, a wave of dread washes over me, a fear that this could all be a figment of my imagination, a cruel illusion. But the steady beat of his heart, the solidness of his presence, it all reassures me that this is real. That I am safe. And I'm not alone.

Bodhi manages to pull me off him, his hands grasping my shoulders as he looks down at me. “Did they hurt you at all?”

”Not tonight.” I admit, shifting my gaze down to my hands as I pick at a fingernail. A nervous habit of mine. One Bodhi constantly told me to stop.Z

”What do you mean not tonight?” His voice dropping, anger evident in his tone. A tone I don’t usually associate with Bodhi’s voice. His voice usually the calmer and levelled of our group.

I look up, gasping in shock at the intensity in his eyes. The phrase if looks could kill comes to mind. But I know it isn’t directed at me. No, the look is for the riders behind me. Rider’s I’m very certain are no longer conscious and probably barely alive.

”This isn’t the first time.” I admit shyly.

Bodhi’s eye’s darken at my words as he looks behind me. Due to being in different squads, Bodhi hadn’t witnessed any of the interactions I’d had with them. And if he had, it just looked like normal challenges. Nothing out of the ordinary. Bodhi’s grip on my shoulder’s tighten, a small his escaping my lips as his fingers dig into a particularly nasty bruise that had been forming. Bodhi reacts immediately, pushing my flight jacket off my shoulder and pulling back my shirt. Bodhi swears under his breath at the sight of it before tugging my jacket back into place, his hand slipping down to mine as he drags me down the hall towards the dorms.

”Where are we going?” I ask, stumbling to keep up with him.

”My room. Where I’m going to give you something to help with that bruise, as well as any other one’s you’ve been hiding. And you’re going to tell me what the hell has been going on.” He replies gruffly as he pulls me into the stair case.

”It’s nothing. It will heal eventually.” I insist before colliding with Bodhi’s chest for a second time tonight.

”Darling, that is not nothing.” He practically growls out, before his face softens. As if realising the tone he’s used. “Just let me take care of you, ok?”

With a smile and a nod, he squeezes my hand before leading the rest of the way back to his room. The riders in the hall below long forgotten.

[hollisxwrites]

Hi, can I please make a request? Reader (you can choose the godly parent) gets super protective of Percy after he gets in a physical fight with Clarisse.

fight for you

percy jackson x fem! child of apollo reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cannon typical violence, mention of a concussion, clarisse is kind of a bitch in this one! sorry, i love her, but it had to be done. overall, super fluffy though.

summary: percy gets in a fight with clarisse because he was insulting him, and worst of all, his girlfriend. when the fight gets harsh, his girlfriend steps in, and then takes care of him after the fight.

authors note: y'all, thank you so much for all the love on my most recent posts! i have reached over 1.5k likes and 55 followers! i only started this blog two weeks ago, so thank you! i have been blown away by all the kindness. i am also working through all of my request, so don't worry, i'll get to all of them very soon! xoxo - hollis.

A horrific smack was heard all around the Camp when suddenly, my boyfriend, the brave (and idiotic) Percy Jackson, sent his practice javelin hurling at one of the camp's best fighters, Clarisse La Rue. Percy was already agitated, I could tell. Clarisse had been taunting him all day long, telling him that he would never be as good of a fighter as her, and telling her that his dad would never support him the way Ares supported her. I kept telling Percy to stand down, to not let her words affect him, but they did. Every word was like a knife to his side, making his insecurities run rampage on his mind. So, when the javelin left his hand, I hate to say it, but I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Clarisse got what was coming for her, honestly.  

Clarisse had started to insult me, and that’s when I knew it was over for her. Percy’s demeanor shifted from almost joking to serious in an instant. He always said that it was okay to insult him, but the second it came to me, he wouldn’t go down without a fight, which I guess was sweet, but it also put him at risk almost all the time. 

“Percy! Stand down, please!” I yelled at him from across the training field. “If you get hurt, I’m going to kill you.” 

Percy’s eyes burned with a fiery passion as he turned around to look at me. “I’m defending you, sunshine. I can handle myself.” 

I sighed and rubbed my hands on my temples. This boy would be the death of me. “Please be careful.” I whispered, more to myself than to him. 

I told myself I wouldn’t get involved, I told myself that I wouldn’t let myself fight his battles, but when Clarisse dropped her weapon and started to fight with her fist, I couldn’t let it slide anymore. I ran up and pushed Percy behind me, and right hooked Clarisse right in the jaw.  She stumbled back, gripping her jaw and scoffed. “Percy is so weak that you must fight his battles? That’s hilarious.” 

Percy moved to my side, his nose already bleeding and his left eye going to be black in the morning, but he was not going to let me get myself hurt for him. “No, he’s not, but I can’t let you insult him like that. Percy is brave, strong, and a better person than you but tenfold. He is everything you are not.” 

Her eyes twitched and she threw another punch not at me, but at Percy. I pushed her off him, and using my hand-to-hand combat skills, threw her to the ground. I laid one more good punch on her before Chiron and a couple of my siblings from Apollo came running at us.  

“Stop fighting!” Chiron yelled. “You all have dishes duties for a month! Miss.{reader}, please take Percy to the medics, and Clarisse, come to my office, immediately.”  

I nodded at Chiron, upset about the dishes duty, but happy I got to be the one to take care of Percy. I helped him up from his place on the ground. When Clarisse had hit him the last time, he had fallen to the floor hard on his back, possibly hitting his head. Usually, I did not get this involved in his fights, but I couldn’t stand to see him hurting for my sake. I let him drape his arms around my shoulder, as the last punch sent him on his back, and we slowly made our way to my cabin. There was no way that I was going to let some of my siblings take care of my boy, that was my job. Anger still coursed through my veins as I watched Percy’s eyebrows pinch in pain with each step. His head was probably pounding, and he defiantly had a couple of bruised ribs from the fall he took.  

When we reached my cabin, I helped him lay down on my bed that was oh-so familiar with. “Stay right here, I’m going to grab you some pain killers and an ice pack. Do not move.”  

“Yes ma’am.” He said, his sassiness still peeking through his voice despite him being injured.  

I ran as quickly as I could to the medical building and grabbed what I needed to heal my boy, and then ran back. I was gone for less than five minutes, but when I returned, Percy was already half asleep, head nestled into my pillows. “Hey, Perc, can you sit up a little for me?” I asked him, voice as soft as I could make it.  

He shuffled to sit up and smiled a sideways, semi-loopy smile at me. “What do you think is wrong, doc?” He said, voice a little horse. I was scared he might have had a concussion because of the way he was acting. 

“Let me ask you a couple of questions, then I’ll know. Is your mind foggy? Are you dizzy or nauseous?” I asked him. 

“Dizzy? Yes. Foggy mind? No. Nauseous...” He paused. “I don’t want to think about it.”  

I took that as yes for nauseous, thus confirming my thought that he had a concussion. “Okay, so I think you had a mild concussion, because you never blacked out, but you were awfully close. So, I’ll put an ice pack on your head, give you some pain killers, and you and I can just rest for the rest of the day, okay?” 

He tried his best to nod. “Okay, as long as you stay with me?”  

“Of course I’ll stay. There is no way I would leave you like this, especially because it was my fault that you are in this state.” I sighed and looked into his beautiful eyes. One of them was bruised a little bit, and so I placed a kiss to it, which is one of my healing gifts my father gave me. I can quite literally kiss it better. My lips lingered on his eye, and then I went to the other one, this his forehead, then his neck, his jaw, and finally, his ribs through his battered orange Camp shirt. His eyes closed and he hummed in appreciation.  

“I love you; you know that right? That’s why I fought for you.” He said, tone muddled with exhaustion.    

“I love you too, that’s why I fought for you.” I paused and my hands, finding his hair. “I didn’t do it because I thought you were weak or not good enough, I did it because I love you, and I don’t want anyone to hurt you, ever.”    

His eyes met mine, and they were filled with genuine love and adoration. “You’re perfect. I’m telling you. How did I deserve you?” 

I continued to clean him off, pulling his dirty shirt off him and wiping down any cuts or bruises with something my siblings and I developed. “How did I deserve you, the perfect, most handsome boy in the entire world?”  

He laughed and shook his head. “I love you.” 

“I love you, more than you’ll ever know.” I said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

He beckoned me to lay in bed with him after I finished cleaning him up. He pulled me with his dwindling strength, and then shifted so he was laying on my lap. I continued to play with his hair, and he soon drifted off to sleep. My boy may be one of the bravest campers, but he will always be nothing but sweet to me.        

[littlelambscandyland]

Let Her Be

CG!House x Little!Autistic!Fem!Reader

Notes- Made the gal autistic because I am and couldn't stop myself from writing this, leave me alone, lol. That being said I just got my laptop working again, so I'll be working on requests again soon!

Warnings- Skin Picking (around the nails), Arguing (Cuddy and House), Hyperventilating, Panic Attacks, Non-violent biting (mentioned),

(Fun Fact the word count is 2,012 which is the same year the show ended)

It'd been 20 minutes. 20 damn minutes and no one even knew what this conversation was even about anymore. Cuddy had come to talk to House about yet another one of the man's many neglected duties. Normally it’d be a quick in and out where he’d complain, moan, and insult but eventually do, somewhat, what she asked. However, when Cuddy entered his office she noticed one of their interns off to the side. You.

You had been hired a few months back. A part-time intern for the psychiatric department. Cuddy was initially hesitant to hire you on because of your own mental disorders. You were autistic, quite ironic that you went into psychiatry. Despite her initial fear you were proven very useful and hardworking. Sometimes she felt herself feeling bad for ever thinking so wrongly of you, thinking how she played into the stigmas wrongly, but other times she feels glad she pushed those aside to hire you on.

Then again, maybe it was a mistake. Not because of you, mostly. You experienced age regression in high stress situations or for reasons Cuddy wasn’t quite aware of, and House had taken some special interest in you. He made excuses for you to work more with his team. Eventually Cuddy gave in letting you help with their cases by, essentially, being the patients temporary therapists. She gave you a raise and promoted you from intern, though most people still thought of you that way as Cuddy basically made up a position for you, just to shut House up.

The problems only really came when Cuddy noticed House having you around, almost, all the time. Noticing that unless he sent you away you were glued to his side. She also noted that you seemed more childish whenever he was around. Eventually, she realized you were regressed during these times. Of course, by realizing it was actually Wilson telling her after ranting to him about her confusion.

Now the actual problem wasn’t all of this. No. The problem was with House keeping you around all the time you weren’t able to do your actual job. You seriously couldn’t do it while in the mindscape of a five year old. It was ridiculous, so with feeling like there was nothing else to do she changed your job again. This time she made you House’s personal intern. Your new job entitles keeping him on track and mentally stable. Tieing in his need for you to be around and your degree in psychology.

Back to the present. It’s the first time Cuddy had to come and remind House of his job. The man had even been doing his clinic hours with a little less complaints. Today, though, House hadn’t been out of his office all day. According to Forman, House quickly dismissed them of any and all cases, and you’d done nothing about it.

So, here Cuddy was trying to talk to two incredibly distracted people. You wrapped up in a chair at a desk House had added just for you, and House sat opposite from Cuddy. He sparred more looks toward you than at Cuddy. Despite the “serious” talk, House just couldn’t ignore you. Sending funny faces or glances when you weren’t looking. If anyone knew any better they’d say House’s eyes were filled with adoration more than fascination.

And if anyone knew any better they’d realize they were right.

House had no idea when or why you became so important. He remembers meeting you, how kind you were. He remembers how he’d made a rude comment and you immediately shot back. He remembers how he called you out only for you to do the same to him. House remembers how you took everything he threw at you in stride. How you were so sweet and funny. How you willingly showed yourself with little doubt. He saw how sweet you were. How smart you were. How honest you were.

It was just you. Everything about you. He felt protective and calm with you. House felt like he didn’t have to mask himself around you. You openly answered anything he asked you and you told the truth. He knew from the moment he saw you that you were an age regressor. House knew that you wouldn’t hide that part of yourself from him as long as he asked, so he did. House confronted you the way he does everyone, bluntly. You answered him with slight embarrassment, but openly you answered with kindness towards his curiosity. 

Ever since he confronted you on it you’ve been completely responsive to every push he’s given. House can’t explain why but when you willingly started regressing around him he’d gotten so happy that he couldn’t help but coddle you. Even he found it odd how you became so special. A simple fascination turned to admiration. He saw you as a new extension of himself. Not because of how physically young you were to him, but because of how mentally young you could be. Even out of regression you had a positive childish view on things, and House was begging to protect that. He knows how rare a girl like you is. He felt even more proud when you asked him to be your caretaker when you regress. He felt even more proud than that when Cuddy transferred you to a new position as his “personal intern”. He liked spending his days with you. He liked how you needed him.

Now he sat looking at you. Eyes filled with boredom that changes to love whenever he looks towards you. You sat at a colorful deskright across from him. Eyes interchanging between a screen, Dr.Cuddy, and House. Sweet distractions and an inability to hear whatever the two of you are being told. Thick irritation unable to crush your five year old wonder.

You remember asking House if he was alright with having you around so often. You knew how it could be being stuck with someone unwillingly. You remember him telling you to shut up and if he didn’t want you around you’d be gone by now. You remember making him smile genuinely, not a sarcastic cocky one. You remember him questioning everything about you like an intense interview. You remember the smile that he tried to hide in pride when you asked him to be your caretaker.

You moved as gracefully as you could with the new changes thrown at you. You acted with stability and a mask that could be unbreakable. Yet. Anytime you were with House, alone, you dropped the mask and he did too. Two people completely real with who they’re supposed to be, if only for a short time. He saw you in a way most people didn’t. He didn’t doubt you because of your disorder. House became, so quickly, such an important part of your life. Platonically, you loved him and he loved you. Neither of you would admit it, but even when you weren’t regressed you saw him as a father figure. Someone who is actually there, who actually cares about you.

So, here you sat at your desk. The mindset of a child as you did your best to do your damn job. Cuddy scolding you and House simultaneously. Her words work too quickly in a tone you didn’t enjoy so you took in kind the silly looks and glances from House. You “worked” on the small computer in front of you. An open document with random words or phrases you’ve typed out being the only “work” related thing open. All your tabs have games or silly videos on them. Despite your current age you did try to listen to Cuddy, it was just so hard.

Cuddy stopped her rant midway through a sentence. A look of annoyance played in her eyes. She looks over to House who is once again making faces at you, and she looks at you trying your best to suppress your giggles.

“Will you pay attention, damnit.” Cuddy exclaims in frustration.

The sudden exclamation made you stiffen. You immediately shot your eyes to your lap, afraid Cuddy would turn her glare to you.

“Hey!” House shouts out just as quickly. “Watch your tone in front of the kid.” He says with a bit of a tease.

Cuddy bit at her words for a moment. Gapping for only a few seconds while looking between you and House. Finding her words she finally speaks again. “She shouldn’t be a child right now!”

“Well, maybe we should be more accommodating.” House argues, playfully.

“House this is serious. I won't have a reason to keep her working here if she isn’t actually working.” Cuddy replies.

“She is working.” He shakes his head. “She keeps me on track.” He says matter-of-a-factly.

Cuddy narrows her eyes at him. “Not today she isn’t. Today she is the biggest distraction you’ve ever seemed to have. Today you haven’t even taken on a new case!”

Their conversation continues. A bickering background as your mind takes in the overall statement “I’m a burden”. Of course, that wasn’t what Cuddy was trying to say. That doesn't mean that wasn’t the message coming across to you.

Your hands shook as you started to pick at the skin around your nails. Your eyes blurred, not with tears, but because of your ragged breaths. You picked and tore at the flesh. The red didn’t really bother you as you continued to rip at your fingers.

Suddenly House was moving across his office.

“What are you doing?” Cuddy questions before her eyes land on you.

“Will you shut up for like five minutes?” House answers with a voice filled with indignation.

House is near you in seconds. He takes your shaking hands in his and holds them tightly. He tries to guide you. Keyword tries.

“Alright well this isn’t working.” He says to no one in particular.

He pulls you out of your chair and to the couch, sits you in between his legs, and wraps his arms around you. He holds you tightly and says something to Cuddy you can’t quite hear between your own heart beats. Something about not telling anyone something, something.

“Tell me what you need.” He commands.

You shake your head feverishly. You’re pulling his arms more and pushing your back against him.

“Alright, alright.” He says.

One hand goes to your head and his other goes to your legs. He repositions you until your face is shoved into his shoulder. A few more minutes of pushing and pulling, and a bit of biting from your side. Finally you're calm enough for him to get an answer from you.

“What happened?” He asks bluntly.

“burden…” You say, your voice lowly.

“You're not a burden..” House replies quickly.

“That’s what this was about?” Cuddy asked dumbfounded.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re still here?” House asks.

She huffs at him before beginning to walk out.

“Next time watch your mouth in front of the kid!” He calls out to her.

House turns his attention back to you. Your mouth latched onto the collar of his coat and you were lightly chewing on it. 

“What’re you a gerbil? Get that out of your mouth.” He says taking his collar from you. “You know how many germs may be on this thing?” He teases.

“sorry…” You whisper.

He snorts. “No you’re not.”

His response pulls a small giggle from you.

“Hey,” He nudges you. “You’re not a burden. You hear me?” House looks into your eyes.

You nod your head.

“Good. Because if that was your takeaway of the conversation we need to teach you more on reading a room.” He tells you condescendingly. “Because I,” He emphasizes. “Don’t think of you as anything other than my kid.”

The way your eyes lit up at his words made House’s heart swell. If humans were actually made of stardust, House could’ve sworn all of your stardust was in your eyes. A moment of peace after what felt so intense.

Thankfully House didn’t see Wilson standing outside his office watching as, what he called, “House makes progress”.

[itsbells]

Can we get a hotel room smut, after a chargers away game?

Apologies for requesting filth, but you’re very good at writing!!

omg neverr apologize! trust, i get it 😉 & thank you so much! i try my best 😮‍💨

(thank you to everyone that submitted their votes!)

the dress.

(justin herbert x madison beer) 2 povs

warnings: smut, 18+

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madison’s pov

i looked at myself in the mirror feeling very content with my outfit choice for tonight’s game. i was wearing a short white flowy dress i recently thrifted with a chargers leather jacket that has the number 10 on the back, along with my sambas. i sprayed my perfume and started getting my bag ready to go, when i heard a knock on the door. i walked towards it and opened it revealing a very excited ama. ama is one of my best friends that i’ve known for years, her and i have always loved going to sports games way before i met justin so when i asked her if she wanted to go come to justin’s away game against the panthers, she was more than happy to join. unfortunately justin’s parents weren’t able to attend today’s game but i was still going to be accompanied by his brothers and a few other friends.

“hey babesss you ready to go?” she asked smiling and doing a little wiggle dance. i let out a small laugh, “yesss let me just get my bag then we can head out.” i said turning around to grab my bag that was sitting on the bed. “alright let’s go!” i said linking our arms together as we walked outside the room and headed towards the elevator. “girl, i know this is random but sometimes i still can’t believe you’re dating a football player. wait no i’ll do you one better, a quarterback!” ama said as we stepped into the elevator. i laughed and pressed on the lobby button before turning towards her, “why? what do you mean?” i asked with a smile. she shrugged her shoulders and looked around the elevator, “i don’t know like, we went to just going to games for fun to like actually going because your MAN is playing. it’s just crazy to think about.” she said with wide eyes enhancing the word ‘man’ as she spoke. i laughed and shock my head. “and now you’re traveling even more! like ugh, you’re living the life.” she finished. “yeah it is a little crazy and different but it makes the games even more interesting.” i said to her. “very much.” she said puckering her lips pointing at me causing me to laugh again. still with our arms linked, we walked to the front lobby doors and made our way inside the car that was waiting for us at the front of the hotel. once we were situated in the car, ama said, “oh also i’ve been texting rachel and she said she’s already there with jacob”, while looking down at her phone. “awesome!” i said then went on my phone to text justin, ‘on my way to you ;)’ i sent. a few minutes later he texted back, ‘can’t wait, meet me at the locker room baby’, i smiled to myself and hearted his message. even though we briefly saw each other before he left this morning, i couldn’t help but feel excited to see him again. before we flew out to north carolina, justin got a haircut and boy let me tell you. that man looks so good. i mean i love his long hair.. like i love it. but there’s something about short haired justin that gets me going..

~

when we got to the stadium, i told ama that i’d meet her at our suite in a few minutes so that i can go see justin. she gave me a wink, “oh okayyy madisonn.” she said teasingly before turning around and made her way to our suite with everyone else. i shook my head at her comment and made my way towards the locker room.

when i reached the locker room, i was greeted right away by some of guys, “hey, maddy! so glad you could make it!” simi said greeting me with a side hug. “of course, i wouldn’t miss it! how are we feeling? ready to win?” i asked with a smile. “oh hell yeah! you already know the deal, we’re always ready to bring home another dub.” he said with a huge smile. as i was about to answer i heard, “hey, baby.” someone said from behind me. i felt a large hand on lower back, i turned around to see justin. i smiled bigger and gave him a quick kiss, “hi, handsome.” i greeted him. he smirked at me before grabbing my hand and pulled me to his locker area, unintentionally dismissing simi, whom i was having a conversation with. i saw khalil and derwin on our short walk to his locker. i gave them a smile and a wave, they did the same before i turned to look ahead. when we made it to his locker, justin looked behind me, and made what looked like a signal to someone. soon after he did, the guys started spilling out the door. i furrowed my eyebrows confusedly, hearing a bunch of commotion from the guys leaving the room and looked behind me. “see you out there j, you too maddy!” simi yelled out. i gave him a wave, justin gave him a salute before sitting down on the bench infront of his locker and pulled me toward him so i was standing in between his legs.

“you know usually you don’t bring me back here, because in your words ‘i’m a distraction’” i said in air quotes. “what makes this time different?” i asked placing my hands on his shoulder pads. he held me in place by keeping his large hands on my hips, “i just really needed to see you.” he said smiling at me. “we didn’t get much time with each other this morning and i needed a little motivation before tonight’s game.” he said softly. “oh now i give you motivation?” i smirked at him. “mhm, a lot of motivation” he said now looking up and down at me. “i like this.” he said moving one of his hands from my hips to touch the hem of my dress then dragging his large hand on my thigh. “you look very pretty, baby.” he said in a soft yet deep voice. lord this man. “yeah? you think so?” i asked him softly. “mhmm” he hummed. i removed my hands from his shoulders and placed them on top of his large hands, rubbing them softly before teasingly moving my dress up but then back down. “it’s not too short?” i asked. he looked back up at my face. “you’re a tease you know that?” he said squeezing my thighs before going under my dress and squeezing my butt making me squeal. “stop it! clearly you’re the tease.” i said laughing and stepping away from his embrace. he removed his hands from my hips, but quickly held my hands in his. he let out a laugh and stood up, making me look up at him. “you started it.” he said, keeping our hands interlocked, pinning them behind my back. i scoffed at him. “me?” i raised my eyebrows. “you are the one that started looking at me with those bedroom eyes and touching all up on me.” i said smiling. he raised his eyebrows. “bedroom eyes? i don’t know what are you talking about, madison.” he said looking away from me smiling. “you know exactly what i’m talking about, justin.” i told him. he looked back down at me, “whatever.” then leaned down giving me a kiss. thinking it was a quick peck, i started to pull away but he stopped me by letting go of my hands and wrapping his large arms around my waist, pulling me back in. i smiled into our kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. our supposed small kiss, turning into a mini make out session, after a couple minutes i pulled back a little, “baby you have a game today, remember?” i said against his lips. he slightly opened his eyes a bit, “mhmm. just a little more.” he said closing his eyes again and leaning back in. as we continued kissing, i felt him move one of his hands down to my butt squeezing it and pulling me even closer, if that was even possible.

i pulled away before things got more intense, “alright, quarterback. don’t get too carried away, the team needs you.” i said letting out a breath and biting my lip as i patted his protected chest. he pulled away and smirked bringing one of his hands up and tugged at his bottom lip, sizing me up like he was making plans on what to do with me later. “thank you for the motivation, baby.” he turned around to grab his helmet. “let’s go. we’ll finish this at the hotel.” he said slapping my butt lightly before grabbing my hand and walking us out the locker room. “and you say i’m a tease.” i said in a whisper, making him laugh.

~

everyone in our suite were standing up cheering, watching as justin started running with the ball. we were now at the second quarter of the game, 6-20 with us leading. let me just say justin looks very fired up right now, in a good way. from the start of the game he seemed so ready to start this game, guess i did give him a little motivation.. “justin’s playing nasty today!” i heard patrick yell out from my side. i laughed, “hell yeah!” mitch chimed in. “hmm wonder why.” ama said side eyeing me. i scoff and shook my head, secretly biting my lip remembering our moment before the game.

i was knocked out of my day dream by everyone cheering. i turned my attention back to the game and started cheering with everyone as justin was running with the ball once again, getting stopped close to the 6-yard line. quickly after getting back in formation, he threw the ball to johnston scoring another touchdown. we all started cheering again, “oh he’s a fucking beast.” our friend jacob said. patrick turned around and they did they’re handshake, as ama and rachel hugged me and we all started jumping in excitement. by the end of the second quarter we were 6-27 with us still leading.

we finished the game at 7-40 chargers winning, of course. we were all so pumped from how good the game went and ended. looking down i see justin look up at our suite yelling and pumping his fist up and down, i smiled at him and clapped my hands. i saw him smile back and pointed towards the back signaling that he wanted us to meet him out back.

as we made it outside the locker rooms everyone was so happy with the outcome of the game. we all started talking about how good justin performance was. until i heard jacob yell, “yeah 10!” then, “okay 10!” i heard justin’s brothers and other friends yell out as they saw justin down the hall. he started running up to all of us and greeted everyone, leaving me to be the last. i smiled up at him with my nose scrunched up and patted his shoulder pads with my hands, “good job, quarterback.” i said to him. he gave me a quick kiss, not wanting to show too much PDA. “that’s all thanks to you.” he whispered before turning his attention back to everyone. “good as fucking game, man. you were crazy out there!” mitch said hitting justin’s shoulder pad. justin blushed a little and shook his head. “nahh. stop it.” he said. “no seriously. you played like crazy today. dad even texted us asking what you ate this morning, because you were doing so fired up today!” patrick said making us all laugh. justin lightly bumped into me making look at him. he smirked at me, making blush slightly and quickly look down at my feet, not wanting anyone to notice my rosy cheeks. i felt him leaned down to my ear. “wait for me in the hotel room, yeah? i’m going to take a while here and don’t want to keep you waiting.” he whispered. “much rather have you relaxed at the hotel for me, hmm?” he added. i nodded with a shy smile, feeling a wave of heat running through my body. he winked at me before turning around to the guys to say his goodbyes as he had to go to hit the showers before his press conference.

~

as i was waiting for justin to get back to the hotel room, i laid in bed going through my phone. when i scrolling through my instagram, i heard a beep and the door handle turn, revealing a very tired yet hot looking, justin. he smirked right away looking at me as laid on the bed in only my dress now.

“hello, handsome.” i greeted him putting my phone down on the nightstand. as justin closed the door, he set his bag down by the door and took off his shoes before he started making his way towards me. “well hello to you, my lucky charm.” he smiled and leaned down to give me a quick peck on my lips. he started to pull away but i quickly put my hand on the back of his neck and brought him back down, wanting nothing more but to continue what we started back at the locker room. he smiled against my lips as we continued kissing each other. he placed his large hand on my waist and started moving it down to my hip. then slowly started moving his hand under my dress. i moved my free hand to his strong arm, feeling as he flexed it under my touch.

after a little while, justin pulled away so we can catch our breath, letting our foreheads touch. “i really like this dress, baby.” he said looking down then back up to my eyes. “yeah? maybe i should wear it more often then.” i said squeezing his bicep. “mhm, but only for me.” he said pulling away to stand straight up, moving his hand down my exposed thigh then back up moving my dress higher. one of my hands reached up and held his free hand, my other hand laid on top of one of my dress straps, feeling anxious of what’s to come next. “i wanted to thank you for tonight.” he said continuing his movements, each time moving my dress higher and higher. “for what?” i asked. his eyes moving from the lower half of my body to my eyes, seeing as they turned into a dark shade of green. “just..” he looked down again. “for being here with me and..” he moved his large hand up from my thigh to my hip then to my waist giving it a squeeze. “for supporting me and..” he leaned down to my lips, giving me a kiss. “giving me motivation whenever i need it.” another kiss. “rather that’s giving me a pep talk..” he hovered over me with my legs naturally moving in between him, giving me another kiss. “or just being in my presence” another kiss. “and giving me what i want.” his hands started roaming all over my body and my hands roaming over his large arms. “you know, you deserve to be rewarded.” a placed kiss on my cheek this time. “you’ve been working so hard..” he placed a kiss on my jaw, then my neck, down to my chest. “justin.” i breathed out as he started kissing further down my chest with his beard rubbing against my skin making me shiver. i then felt one of his hands reach up to move one of the straps from my dress off my shoulder. “hmm?” he hummed looking up at me, still giving me small pecks along my chest. “tell me what you want, baby. it’s your night for being so good to me.” he told me, moving back up so his face is directly in front of mine. “it’s your winning night, you should be rewarded.” i said moving my hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. he kissed me back before pulling away. he shook his head, “i won, thanks to you.” he moved back, sitting on his knees in between my legs. my dress was pulled up at this point, revealing my panties. he moved his large hands along my legs, rubbing them softly. “so, tell me what you want baby.” he said placing a kiss on my inner thigh, making me shiver again. i leaned up on my elbows, “i want you, to do whatever you want with me.” i said to him. he smirked, “are you sure?” he asked giving me a teasing kiss on my lips. i bit my lip and nodded. that was enough for him to smash his lips on mine again. our lips moving in sync, i felt him bring his tongue to my bottom lip, i opened my mouth slightly just enough for him to slip his tongue inside my mouth. i moaned in our kiss feeling his hands pushing my dresses higher, exposing my stomach. he broke our heated kiss bringing his lips down to my jaw, to my neck, to my chest pulling down my other dress strap revealing my breast. he took one of them in his mouth while he caressed the other one with his large hand. “hmm, justin.” i moaned as my hands started running through his short hair, slightly pulling it making him groan against my chest.

i was about to remove my dress fully until justin stopped me, “no, keep it on.” he said, grabbing a hold of my hands and putting them behind his neck, i obeyed his orders. we continued kissing when i felt him reach down my body to my panties, rubbing my clothed heat making me moan against his lips. he then broke our kiss and leaned back before hooking his large fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. i lifted my hips and legs to help make it easier to take them off, he placed a kiss on my legs before getting off the bed and started pulling off his shirt. i looked up at him and smirked, giving the biggest doe eyes i know he loves best. he looked at me in awe, as he started to remove his sweatpants. i couldn’t help but start running my hands throughout my body, missing his touch. opening my legs wider making him have a perfect view of my heat. moving my hands to my breast, down to my inner thighs. he stood there, looking like he was enjoying every second of it. i leaned up and started running my hands over his upper body, admiring him, feeling as he flexed wherever my hands went. he let me have my fun for a minute before leaning down to me, giving a rough kiss then leaned back a bit breaking our kiss, “get on all fours for me, baby.” he said, giving me one more rough kiss before standing up to give me room to move. i bit my lip trying to hide my smile, he knew i enjoyed when he got very dominant in bed, i knew he did too. it’s always the quiet ones that are the most kinkiest, i learned that quick when justin and i started becoming intimate with each other.

i turned myself around, placing my hands and knees on the bed to stand myself up. justin had yet to touch me again so i started to getting impatient. i moved my hips back making contact with justin’s hard on poking through his boxers making me gasp. he let out a deep chuckle before i felt his large hands on my hips, giving me a squeeze before lightly slapping my butt, making me gasp again at the unexpected contact. “fuck, you look so good, madison.” he said, rubbing where previously slapped. i hummed, leaning down moving my hands higher above my head, placing my cheek on the bed, arching my back and opened my legs more. still feeling impatient from his lack of movements i started wiggling my hips. he let out a small deep laugh, then i felt his long fingers rub my slit, causing me to moan. “so wet for me, baby.” he kept rubbing me. i then heard him shuffling around, continuing his movements but then i felt him replace his fingers with his thick member, mimicking his movements. i squealed at the contact, “fuck, stop teasing.” i whined looking back at him, moving a hand back reaching for his hips trying to push him towards me. “okay, baby. okay, i’ll give you what you want.” he said. he placed a kiss on my hip before positioning himself and slowly inserting his cock into me.

justin’s pov

“oh god.” madison moaned as i fully inserted myself in her sweet cunt. i let out a deep moan, feeling how much i filled her up. i let her adjust herself a little before i started to thrust into her. looking down at how she sucked me in and out so perfectly like our bodies were made for each other. i started thrusting harder into her, she became a moaning mess. “fuck, you fit me so well, baby.” i moaned leaning over her small figure, placing a kiss on her upper back. she looked back and smiled lightly, then biting her bottom lip. “you feel so good, justin.” she moaned then leaned her head down onto the bed, opening up her legs more to give me more access. i leaned back up, “yeah baby?” i said to her, thrusting harder but slower, letting my cock almost come all the way out before thrusting it back in. knowing how much it drove her crazy when i did that, she moaned louder as started to quicken my pace again. moving one of my hands from her hips under her stomach to bring her up against me. “come here, baby.” i said to her as she stood on her knees with her back against my chest, her dress dangerously hanging around her waist. she turned her head to look up me and smiled, her eyes a dark shade of hazel. i smirked down at her, moving my hand that was previously on her stomach and placed it on her jaw then leaned down to kiss her. “you like the way my cock fills you up? hm?” i asked against her lips. she nodded, unable to speak as i was still thrusting into her, she moaned into our kiss and moved one her hands behind my neck, keeping me in place and her other hand grabbing ahold of my other hand that was on her hip, to help herself keep her balance.

she broke our kiss and said, “i’m gonna cum, justin.” looking into my eyes. i gave her another kiss, “cum for me.” i said encouraging her. she let go of my neck and laid her head back down on the bed, signaling she wanted me to finish her off. so i started thrusting harder into her, feeling myself starting to reach my climax too, as she started clenching around me. “fuck, i’m not going to last long f’you keep clenching me like that, babe.” i told her, gripping her hips harder. she let out a soft laugh and turned her head to look back at me. “maybe i don’t want you too.” i don’t know what came over me, maybe it’s was the way she looked back at me, looking so beautiful with her hair all over the place, her lipstick almost completely off from kissing her so much and her mascara smeared. i pushed her head lightly back down on the bed, my hand holding the back of her neck keeping her down, and my other hand gripping her hip harder, knowing it’ll leave marks later. i started slamming into her making her moan louder, “fuuuck, juustin!” a couple more thrust and it didn’t take long for both of us to reach our highs together. madison’s legs started shaking from now intensely she started cumming, my hips still thrusting but slower this time. “oh my god.” she moaned. i let out a satisfied sigh, as i came down from my high. i stopped thrusting into her and slowly pulled out, making her wince. usually i wait for her to fully calm down from such an intense orgasm, but tonight was different.

madison’s pov

as i was still breathing heavily from my orgasm, my legs still trembling slightly. justin all of a sudden turned me over so i was laying on my back and got on his knees in front of me. he wasted no time kissing down my leg feeling as his beard tickling my inner thighs making me giggle. “j-justin.” i bit my lip, he made eye contact with me signaling he wasn’t done with me just yet, shortly after he dived in between my legs. i let out a gasp, my hands gripping and tugging at his hair again. “oh fuck, baby.” i moaned. i used one of my elbows to bring myself up to get a better look at him, watching him as he was eating me out like his life depended on it. he had his eyes closed now, yet he looked so focused on what he was doing. “oh- justin.” i moaned again. feeling my legs shaking more, as i felt another orgasm creeping up. he opened his eyes again, making eye contact with me, i felt him smile against my cunt. and there it is. the satisfaction in his eyes i know too well. i knew i was in for trouble when i told him i wanted him to do whatever he wanted, but who’s to say that i wasn’t enjoining it as much as he was? i couldn’t help but smirk at him then tilted my head back with my eyes rolling back, laying back down on the bed arching my back feeling my second orgasm rush over me. my mouth opened but nothing came out but gasps of air. my legs flexing closed around justin’s head, he let me do so as he let go of my thighs, moving them to grip my breast and my hands tugging at his hair. “f-fuuck” i finally let out. his tongue capturing every drop of my cum. “mmhm” he hummed into my sensitive heat, making legs shake more feeling the vibration.

when he finished, he slowly kissed my body all the way up to my face, “you okay, baby?” he said placing a kiss on my cheek. i nodded, still trying to catch my breath. i looked at him making eye contact, then we both smiled tiredly. “what’s gotten into you?” i asked curiously. justin gets aggressive in bed, like i said it’s always the quiet ones that are the kinkiest but this certainly the most he’s let loose in bed. he smirked and pulled at my dress that was surprisingly still wrapped around my waist, all crinkled up at this point. “this dress, baby.” he said shaking his head. “i told you i liked it, didn’t i?” he added. i smirked at him and pulled him down by his neck and kissed his now swollen lips. “why was it too much? did i hurt you?” he said with his eyes filled with worry now. there he is. my sweet sweet man. “did i get too carried away? you should’ve told me to stop, baby.” i giggled at how much he got concerned, loving him even more for it. “no no, baby. i’m okay, i’m just asking so i know how to unleash this aggressive side of you next time.” i teased. he laughed and hid his face in the crock of my neck. he came back and looked into my eyes, “oh, baby. you have no idea.” he smirked giving me a quick kiss before picking me up, carrying me to the bathroom. “c’mon, since you want to be funny, i’m not down with you yet.” he said making me squeal in excitement.

let’s just say we almost missed our flight back home, because we had a looong night.. and i’m also getting the same dress in 5 different colors now..

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[ghostbustting]

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╰┈➤“𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑺„ ๋࣭⭑

From the 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 series

90s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

The lingering encounter with James Hetfield that night before his concert kept me up and awake almost every night, the printed pictures I kept, as James told me to do, an evidence of the filthy things we did on that couch. An evidence of how a frontman of a metal band was able to make me lose my self respect and dignity. Turning the old decent me to someone with such dirty thoughts every lonely night.

The way he held me, the way he felt in me, the way he kissed me, the way he talked to me.. every single thing he did to me that night burned a hole in my brain in order to fill that hole with that exact memory.

How I’d go through those pictures of me whenever I couldn’t sleep at night while I yearn for him is surely something I found shameless for me that I have to keep to myself.

His face, his voice, his touch.. oh what more can I wish for than to see him again? I can’t help but wonder if this even meant anything to him but meaningless sex with a random photographer.

I’d go through my days, walking down to street only to find people wearing Metallica t-shirts, posters of him on random walls, his music blaring from some bar. Everything just forced me to remember him.

Even at work, my colleagues wouldn’t stop praising me for being able to meet all four members of Metallica in person. If only they knew what happened between me and one of those members that night.

Another thing that bugged me was the fact that there’s still one last thing he asked of me that I have not done; to go to his next concert and give him the copies of the pictures.

Each time his requests linger in my mind, I feel a pang of nervousness in my heart, knowing my full schedule of work had prevent me to fulfill what he wanted me to do, not having enough free time and so less money to even buy a ticket if I had time. It felt like I had completely lose the chance of meeting him once again and giving him those pictures that could’ve made him remember our encounter forever.

It’s a thought I start to think of daily.

That fact also made me remember what I am, just a lucky new photographer that was sent to take innocent pictures in the backstage of Metallica’s show. Being able to be touched and acknowledged by James Hetfield that way should be more than enough luck for me.

I should be grateful.

But at the same time, it’s him.

How can one not be greedy when it’s James Hetfield?

At first, I don’t believe nor understand how girls could easily fall to their knees just by the sight of him from a piece of paper or the sound of him from the radio. I thought he was just another rock star with a bunch of groupies. I was wrong, apparently. That man just knows his ways around women.

His presence onstage and offstage can both make you pay full attention to him, he was.. a totally interesting person. Even besides the sex we had.

It was the frontman effect I suppose, always being able to catch people’s attention.

Then, as if fate have finally went my way, my manager decided to send me to yet again another Metallica concert to take more pictures of the band and the show. Words cannot express how much I wanted to jump up and down and spin around and roll around the ground out of excitement that day. I couldn’t count how many people thought I was a mad woman walking down the streets with a smile that wide, cheeks red.

My heart never stopped beating loudly whenever I think about meeting Hetfield in person again, no matter whether he decided to play with me again or forgotten about me. I just yearn to see those blue eyes of his in person once again. To make him see me again. To make him acknowledge me again. Even if he forget me, at least I’ll please myself by doing enough such as observing in the sight of that beautiful man.

This time, they sent me with a partner again— and unfortunately, he was well and healthy, meaning I had to go through this with him trailing around with me together. Though it means easier work process, it also gave me a small lost of hope for having a private encounter with Hetfield again. That is if it’s even possible in the first place.

That night, my partner, Stan and I walk into the backstage together, this time we were told to go after the show instead of before the show. Yet the situation is no different, still the same busy backstage of a Metallica concert.

“Just.. act professional but keep it totally casual, ‘kay?” I spoke to him, he had an stupid nervous expression on his face as he nods that made me cringe to myself, he was also a new photographer, a little younger than me even. He’s kind of a wimp, always making me do all the fucking talking. But eh it’s his first time meeting one of the biggest metal bands.

I walk ahead of him, practically leading his slow and unsure steps even though I barely know this place, I just continue to walk down the hallway. Cause as they say, keep moving forward.. right?

And as I thought in my theory, we came across a door with the band’s name on it, apparently all in the same dressing room this time. “Is that it?” Stan asked behind me in a shocked whisper.

I roll my eyes a little and chuckle nervously at his dorky reaction, trying to act like this shit is normal to me. Meanwhile, my mind cannot stop thinking about James and the pictures he asked me for that I had brought in my bag. “Professional, right?” I say, almost to myself more than to him.

“Okay, let’s do this…” I mutter with a sigh as I slowly place my hand on the handle, pulling it down with a tongue click as I slowly push the door open.

Just as I did, oh guess just who showed up in front of the door?

James stood there, a stupid smirk was on his face— yeah, that typical James Hetfield smirk, his sweat visible through his black top, yet another beer in his hand. His eyebrows raised and his smirk faltered a little when he saw me, quite obviously surprised to see me here.

Our eyes meet, not a single one of us able to utter out a word as we’re still phased by this sudden reunition. He blinked a couple times before taking the sight of me in, “..You.”

My own eyes widened a little, before I clear my throat and speak as well. “Hi. We’re uh.. here to take pictures for the papers..?” My fingers fiddle with the strap of my rucksack. I can only hope he doesn’t have any super hearing ability. Cause then he’d be able to hear the sweat trickling down the back of my neck, the small breaths I let out nervously, or how embarrassingly fast my heart beats.

Then, his smirk returns and he move aside. “Right. Step right in, sweets.” He say, calling me with that damn nickname again that I haven’t been able to shoo out of my head ever since our last encounter, the way he called me ‘Sweets’ or ‘Sweetheart’ scratching a part of my brain that I surely cannot reach.

Stan and I then enter the room, finding the other three scattered around, some groupies sitting on the couch with them. Drummer Lars Ulrich looked up and grinned when he saw me, “The pretty one’s back, huh?” He asked James, who was walking behind me.

“She’s here to collect hot pictures of us again for her lonely nights, aren’t ya?” James chuckle, walking by me with a secret pat to my ass, something the others couldn’t see.

Jason Newsted turned his eyes towards Stan, raising an eyebrow. “And who’s this dude?” He snickered with Lars, meanwhile Kirk Hammett only chuckled a little.

I turn to Stan, sighing when I found him frozen in his spot, eyes wide and hands trembling a little. I clear my throat and gently place a hand on Stan’s back, “This is Stan, he’s my um.. partner.” I introduced him slowly.

I feel a lump in my throat when I feel a pair of eyes staring at me beside me. There’s only one member that isn’t sitting on that couch, and by this time I’m pretty sure I can recognize his gaze, having thoughts about it once too many times before.

Taking deep breaths, I turn to Stan, smiling a little. “Remember, professional. One hundred percent professional.” I say to him, even though I really should be concerning about myself when I say that.

Stan and I then start to take pictures of the guys, Stan focusing on Lars and Kirk while I focus on James and Jason, feeling James’ eyes on me the entire time I take the pictures for Jason first, almost too obvious to avoid. I can hear him sigh every now and then, especially when I kept laughing and telling Jason to put his chin down since he wont stop putting it up.

After awhile, I move on to James, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

While I take the pictures of him, he took a big sip of his beer, making my photography look completely candid. I try to act casual about the way he gaze at me, trying to do my job professionally. He was quiet and easy to deal with, judging from how Stan is struggling with the drummer and guitarist over there.

That’s when he spoke up, “So.. took you damn long enough.” He said.

I look up with a raised eyebrow, “Sorry?”

He chuckle and run a hand through his gorgeous hair, he looked at the others first before continuing, finding them occupied with Stan and the groupies. “It’s been weeks. Have you forgotten about what I told you to do?” He ask, his voice a little lower now.

Clearing my throat, I look away a little. I thought about my answer, looking up to make sure the others are still too busy to notice the proximity between James and I. I shake my head and reach my hand into my bag, “I.. No, I’ve got the—”

“Not here, sweetheart.”

I look up at him with confusion and surprise as my hand pauses, “What do you mean?” I ask slowly, feeling quite unsure of what he mean by that. It’s not like the others will notice it, right?

He look at me with that stupid fucking smirk again that he surely gave to all of the thousand girls he had underneath him before me, “Come with me.” He whisper with a spark of excitement in his voice, “My hotel’s right around the corner.”

My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat, I glance at the others once again. “But they—” James’ hand took my jaw gently and turned my head back towards him.

“They wont give a fuck.” He smirk and took advantage of my statue-like state, taking my hand and grabbing his jacket.

He slowly slip through the room’s door and took me with him, making our way towards the exit. “James!” I whisper-yelled, finding this risky and too obvious. I wouldn’t want Stan to tell anyone that James Hetfield took me back to his hotel room.

“Don’t worry, just a little adventure.” He winked to me.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what’s going on, why he needed to take me out of here, what his plan was. But the fact that it’s just us.. going to his hotel room.. already made me feel like I’m gonna pass out.

He took us into a cab. My hand in his the entire time is something that made me feel so warm and excited, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

I look up at him, only to find him completely chilled and looking out the window like this is a regular thing for him to do. Perhaps it is. He probably fucked a girl before the show anyways.

The ride seems to take so long despite him saying the hotel was just around the corner, his hold on my hand seems to tighten while not even gazing my way, my heart seems to explode in any minutes now with how nervous he make me even just by sitting close to him and holding his hand.

When we stop in front of the hotel, he wasted no time with paying the driver and opening the door. Rushing us out and into the big hotel, careful for any lurking fans or paparazzi around us.

It went so fast.

Everything went so fast.

Too fast, perhaps?

Cause even after zoning out just a bit, the next thing I know I was pushed into his hotel room and pinned against the closed door behind me, one of his hand beside my head while the other on my waist.

The position we’re in reminds me too much of when we first met, the same way he pinned me against the door of his dressing room, the way his bigger figure towers over me, his eyes so mesmerizing you won’t even think of looking away.

He was silent, somehow. His face slightly leaning down, close to my neck. I can smell the faint scent of beer from his breath and the cologne he wore mixed with some of his after-show sweat.

My breath hitched when he squeezed my hip and press a kiss on my neck, his beard giving a slight tickle to my skin. I feel the warmth of his tongue gently glide on my skin, dampening a spot on my neck.

Trembling a little, my hands reach up and hold his shoulder, squirming a little as he starts to violate my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin now.

My soft sighs fills his ear as he focus on marking my neck, licking each freshly marked spot to make them hurt less.

He groaned into my hair, pulling me close and grinding the rock hard bulge on his pants against me, “What took you so long to visit me again, baby? I thought we made a deal..” He grumbled, both his hands on my hips now as he continue his attempts to grind on my body.

I whimper and run a hand through his hair, gripping the strands lightly. “I.. I was busy..” I spoke in a small voice, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Right..” He chuckled, as if he doesn’t believe me.

Suddenly, he hold me still by my waist and lift me up, carrying me all the way to the tidied up hotel bed. “Strip. You’re a big girl, do it yourself.” He commanded, the sternness in his voice surprising me a little. “And give me that.” He grabbed my bag and yanked it away from me.

Knowing better than to disobey him, I sit up on the edge of the bed and slowly begin to discard every piece of fabric that covers my skin away from him. I didn’t know what he was doing with my bag, but I didn’t really care. I feel some sort of trust towards him, strangely enough.

By the time I take off my last piece of clothing, which is my panties, I feel the mattress behind me sinking down as James’ weight joins mine on the bed, his body completely bare as well.

I turn around and find him sitting with his legs spread out, his hard cock standing proudly with precum dripping out of his red swollen tip. He was leaning on the pillows, smirking at me as he hold one of the pictures I printed from our last session in his hand.

Raising an eyebrow with a small blush on both my cheeks, I slowly crawl up the bed and beside him. I watch as he took his cock in one of his big hands, pumping it up and down as he look through the printed pictures.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He grunted out as he work on himself.

I sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. My eyes are completely hallucinated by the sight of his hand gripping and jerking off his cock. He must’ve noticed my eyes, cause then he chuckled and smirk at me. “Like what you’re seeing?”

I watch as he continue to masturbate to the filthy pictures in his hands, I can feel my bare pussy aching at the thought of having him inside me again, pressing my thighs together as I slowly nod, looking almost shameful for it.

He beckoned for me to come closer with his fingers, “Come here, sweet girl.”

Slowly, I start crawling closer, my eyes still intrigued by his cock. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen it in person, nights I’ve spent yearning for it to fill me up, looking at it through the picture of me sucking it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel it in person.

With me taking too long to come closer, he took his hand off his cock and grabbed me by my hips, positioning me with such ease to sit on his mouth, facing the rest of his body. He was manhandling me like I knew he would tonight. How I love feeling those big hands on me.

I gasp when I was introduced to the warmth and wetness of his tongue again, this time licking up and sucking on my aching cunt. I moan with pleasure, “James!” My hand clasped onto my mouth as the absolute lust controlled over me. “F-fuck..!”

His hand grabbed my arm tightly and pulled my hand off my mouth. To my surprise, he led it down towards his twitching cock, leading me to wrap my palm around it and move my hand up and down his shaft. “Keep going..” He murmured.

I can feel his voice and groan vibrate against my pussy as I willingly move my hand up and down him, all while whimpering and squirming on top of his mouth, his tongue won’t stop devouring me, his lips practically making out with my clit.

Heavy breaths are all I can make out with small vulnerable “James..” ’s. We just started yet I already feel like crumbling into pieces right on his magician of a tongue.

Forcing myself to lean forward over his body, I stretch myself enough for my mouth to be able to reach the tip of his cock, sliding it past my lips and into my mouth, causing another groan to vibrate up me from his mouth.

Time seems to stop.

Innocence turns into impurity.

Hesitance turns into addiction.

Admiration turns into obsession.

All that I can ever think of at this moment is how his tongue slides up and down my soaking cunt and diving past the folds, making me lose my mind while I try to continue bobbing my head up and down his girth, almost choking.

But I couldn’t care less if I choke. It felt good. He felt right in my mouth. And suddenly it was my mission to please him as much as he pleased me. To make him addicted to my touches like I am to his.

And it seemed to work.

Cause then he grabbed my hips and pull on my ass even more, pressing me down onto his face as his tongue discover me even deeper. His hands starts travelling up to my chest and grope my breasts and every single flesh he can squeeze, his own hips thrusting up into my mouth.

I pull back from his cock to let out the loudest moan I’ve ever let out in my entire life, coming down from my high right on his cock, feeling him drink all my juices up as if he’s been in Sahara the whole time. “Ah..! Shit..!” I gasp, grinding back and forth on his face before lifting my hips up to let him breathe.

That’s when white streaks of his own cum starts to shoot up to my face, I hear him groan even more as his cock twitches and slowly soften again.

I get off him and take deep breaths as I lightly touch my face, scooping up some of his cum with my finger. I desperately suck on that finger, needing to taste him.

James sat up and gently hold my chin as I suck on the cum on my finger, my eyes look up at him. He groans at the sight and push my finger aside so he can kiss me passionately, holding my face in his hand.

Pulling away, he rest his forehead on mine. “You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He confessed, grinning. “Didn’t even fuck a single girl these weeks, waiting for you.”

I hum and sigh, trying to catch my breath as he wipe the rest of his cum off my face using a piece of clothing laying around. “Is.. Is that so?” I ask in pure disbelief. I didn’t even expect him to remember me. Let alone thinking about me and waiting for me all these weeks.

“Yes, you.. you intrigue me, sweetheart.” I close my eyes when the back of his hand caress my cheek, “So I’m just saying..” He grin widely before covering my eyes with his hands, making me smile and giggle. “Picture us.. going around this shitty town tomorrow.. just the two of us. I’ll take you wherever you want.” He press a light kiss on my lips.

With his hands still covering my eyes, I grin and hum, pretending to think about it. “..alright.”

My vision then return when he pull his hand back, smiling widely like a teenager that just asked out his crush. “Alright?” He repeated, to which I chuckle and nod at. “Alright!” He whisper-yelled to himself in celebration.

I laugh softly, who knew James Hetfield was such a dork? But god, just thinking of where this might lead fills my heart with a new emotion. It feels warm, almost comforting, seeing him smile genuinely and not one of those cheesy Hetfield smirks.

When I tried to stand up, he suddenly pull me back down and wrap his arms around me. “I didn’t remember saying we’re done for the night..” He whisper in my ear.

God, this man..

[rhiannonsknife]

imagine lazing around in nat’s trailer in, like, the middle of summer, so she’s got the window in her room propped and a shitty fan literally shaking from how fast it’s going, and you’re passing a joint back and forth, talking straight out of your ass, and you’re just so in love and high—

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the rattling fan does its best to stir the heavy summer air, the window is propped open with an old paperback, letting in the occasional warm breeze that doesn’t really help and quiet music plays from an old radio on the floor. you’re sprawled on the narrow bed in nat’s trailer, your legs tangled lazily with hers.

nat tilts her head back, her lips pursed as she tries to blow smoke rings toward the ceiling. they come out lopsided and faint, disappearing almost immediately. her eyes flick to you with a lazy grin as she takes another drag, letting the smoke curl slowly past her lips before she speaks.“you know,” nat starts, “i bet i could totally survive in the wild. like, the whole live-off-the-land shit. hunt, fish, forage…”

“you’d last a week,” you tease, propping yourself up on one elbow. “excuse me?” nat says, turning to pass the joint your way. her arm stretches out, and you catch a glimpse of her armpit hair as she rests her hand behind her head. “what’s your problem with me in the wild?”

“i’m serious. you’d give up the second you couldn’t find something to snack on,” you say, laughing and nudging her with your shoulder.

“wow. way to have faith in me,” she drawls, leaning over to grab a half-empty soda can from the floor. she’s so close now, her shoulder brushing yours, that you can smell her; cigarettes, the warm sweetness of summer, and something uniquely nat that’s just all her.

you hold out the joint to her again, but she doesn’t take it right away. her eyes flick up to meet yours, and for a second, the playful banter fades, replaced with something softer. she holds your gaze a little too long, and you feel a shift in the air.

“what?” you ask, your voice a little breathless. nat shrugs casually, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. “nothing. You’re just…you’re pretty, that’s all.”

you let out a breathless laugh, leaning back against the wall beside her. “you’re so high!“

“maybe,” she admits, finally taking the joint from you. “but it’s still true!”

— c.ai

[fizziepopangel]

A Surprise For You, My Dear

* Author’s note: In this story, I’m going to interpret Alastor’s asexuality and aromanticism as more fluid than it seems to be canonically. Also, this is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind if it's shit... That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Alastor. The radio demon. Everyone knew the radio demon, and though he had been gone for quite a while, most still feared him upon his return, but not me. Because he was different from me. Softer, kinder, more genuine. It wasn’t a relationship, at least I didn’t think it was, but I still enjoyed my time with Alastor; the dancing, the laughter we both shared, every moment left me in awe of the man that had come to be feared by so many.

“You gonna answer me or not?” Husk snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. 

I tried to cover my embarrassment that struck me when I realized that I hadn’t been listening to the old bartender at all despite having been the one that came and started conversing with the man. I sat up a little straighter and looked over at the bar cat. “Sorry, I… my mind was somewhere else. What did you say?”

Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m goin’ out with Angel tonight but that damn pig of his is sick. I think the little shit got into my whiskey when Angel brought him down here last night. Angel wants to know if you’ll watch him.” He takes a long sip of whiskey in his glass. “So you up for it?”

Although I loved Fat Nuggets and would usually jump at the chance to spend time with the sweet little pig, I shook my head. “Sorry, I have plans with Alastor.” I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Al said he has a surprise for me tonight…”

“Right.” Husk gives me an unimpressed look that seems to say something along the lines of fuck you without outright saying fuck you. “Your boyfriend and your date night.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I say awkwardly. “I mean.. I don’t think so…I mean, I… I just… I like him but its, it’s…” I sigh deeply, a heat rising in my cheeks. “Shut up, Husk.”

 “Whatever.” Husk says in his usual empty sarcastic tone. “Guess Angel and me’ll just stay in with the pig tonight…” I watch as he turns, grabbing a glass and beginning to polish it with a rag that ironically  didn’t all that clean.

“Oh… sorry, Husk…” I mumble awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit like a dick for essentially denying the couple a night out. I knew they both deserved it but I just couldn’t bring myself to say that I would cancel on Alastor when he made the night out seem so special. “I…” I trail off for a moment, feeling the other demon’s judging eyes despite his back still being turned to me as he continues to polish glasses on the shelf behind the bar. “I’m gonna go get ready to meet Alastor. I’ll see you later, and maybe I can take Fat Nuggets another time?”

I receive a grunt in reply, but as I get off my barstool, I hear the old demon grumble under his breath…. A simple warning. “Just… Be careful around Alastor, kid…. You been having a rough enough time without his bullshit” He says, not even sparing me a glance as the words left his lips. I promise him I will, knowing that he’s only looking out for me… Husk always told me that, or at least something along those lines…. But this time felt different; this time it sent a spear of anxiety through my chest and made my mind wander to what everyone in hell knew about Alastor versus the Alastor that I knew. The Alastor that I loved despite knowing he probably didn’t and would never feel the same about me… when I really thought about it, I did wonder why the man had taken such a liking to me. I wasn't indebted to him, I had no real power in hell or the hotel, and even I knew that no matter what version of Alastor was on display, he didn't keep people around without a reason. 

My thoughts continued to wander from one shitty thought to the next as I went up to my room to change for our little hang out. I was so lost in the whirlwind of thoughts when a knock at the door jolted me from where I sat in my room.

“Darling,” Alastor’s cheery, sing song voice. “Are you ready to go?”

Despite the fact that I had just been questioning my entire purpose in his life and why my companionship was so valued by him, I practically tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the door. “Al!” I beam the second I see him. “I thought we were supposed to meet up? What are you doing here?”

Sporting his signature smile, the usually detached demon waltzed into my room, grabbing me and spinning me around. “I thought we could make our way to our outing together, hmm?” He says as I giggle. “What do you say, my dear? May I escort you to the roof for your surprise?” Alastor’s smile faded into a warmer grin as he held out his hand in invitation, waiting for me to take it.

When I took his hand and let him lead me through the halls of the hotel toward the roof, it felt as if all at once the anxieties that had been gnawing away at my gut just melted away ... it was like butterflies just swarmed my insides.

“What is this big surprise, Al?" I giggle as he whisks me up to the roof, stopping just outside the door. 

“Now, I know that you've had a rough week, and that you've been absolutely dying to see that new horror film…” He said giddily. “And I've set something up that I think you'll enjoy very much.”

A frown crossed my face for a moment. I had mentioned wanting to see the horror movie that came out last weekend, and I had been pretty having a shitty week, but I wasn’t sure where Alastor was going with this surprise since he wouldn’t dare touch a tv that would stream the movie. “Yeah…?” I laugh lightly as we stand in front of the door. “What, did you find someone to go to the movies with or something?”

“Not quite.” I can actually heat the excitement in his voice as he opens the door and pulls me through it. “What do you think?”

“Alastor…” I breathe, looking around at the rooftop. There’s twinkle lights strung up all over and blankets and pillows and wine sitting and a basket of my favorite snacks all sitting beside a projector pointed at the wall beside the door. “This is…”

“Oh, but wait, there’s more!” Alastor said, his shadow hitting play on the projector. The beginning sequence of the movie I had been dying to see popping up.

My eyes lit up and despite myself, I launched myself into the radio demon’s arms, eliciting a small ‘oof’ from the man before I felt his arms snake around me. “Alastor, this is amazing! I love it!” I looked up at the man who everyone around me seemed so terrified of, the man my friends warned me to be careful around. “Did you really do this for me?”

“Why of course!” The man smiled down at me, pulling me a bit closer than he usually did before his head dipped just a bit lower and I felt him place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I would do anything to make you happy, my sweet little radio wave.” 

My heart stopped for just a moment before it began racing, hammering against my ribcage as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. “Al…” Before I could stop myself, I found my lips connecting with his and despite his usual aversion to touch and romance and anything that could even possibly lead to sex, he pulled me a bit closer. 

When he didn't pull away, it felt like electricity crackling in my veins. I felt like every star in the sky aligned perfectly as he held me. It felt perfect, it felt right. 

Radio static cracked in the air around us and Alastor’s face was just a light shade of red, no doubt mirroring my own embarrassment at what I had just done.

“Well then, “ Alastor cleared his throat, the static seeming to fade a bit as he straightened his jacket and held his hand out to me. "Shall we sit down and watch the movie?” I take his hand and nod wordlessly, afraid that I would ruin what was certainly a perfect moment if I uttered even a word or asked him to define our relationship.

Alastor showed me to my seat on the blanketed area he had set up, I immediately sank into the soft pillows and blankets, and smiled as he sat down beside me. The movie began to play and as the opening credits began to roll, I knew I should at least thank him for all of this since I knew it was a show of care he reserved for only those he loved on some level, but before I could form a coherent sentence, I felt it… His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to his own body.

“I don’t think I could’ve made this anymore perfect if I tried, Al.” I sigh softly, resting my head against his chest and listening to the quiet, steady crackle of radio static that always seemed to emit from the demon. Although he set this movie night up for me, I’m not even watching the movie, but rather, just trying to soak up this moment before it slips away. “Thank you.”

Alastor chuckles, his hand gently coming to rest on my chin. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, our lips hovering just apart from one anothers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear.” The static completely stops and his whisper tickles my lips as he catches them in another soft kiss.

The week had been shitty, but this… This was perfect.

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[aishnico]

https://www.tumblr.com/aishnico/727555979828412416/more-cliff-please-omg

It was so beautiful can you do one about a daughter pls …. Mommy with lol

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: the talented bassist cliff burton himself plants flowers with his wife and daughter

» word count: 2.8k

» warnings: none, except tooth-rothing fluff (+ 🎁) allusions to suggestiveness ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), grammar issues

» a/n: i’m not gonna excuse myself for posting this after more than a year (i bet whoever sent me this request hates me even 😞) it was kinda difficult for me to write this because before the final version, i wrote couple of other versions which i’ve found them cringe (this is also) so i deleted them. anyway i hope y’all like it 😓💕

cliff burton is a great bassist of one of the best bands in the world. he’s written many iconic songs, and has performed in countless stages both around the country and world legendarily. he is loved at almost every corner around the world, and a lot of people are following the road he leads and wishing to become like him.

who would ever think that he’s good at gardening too?

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” cliff paused digging a hole in the soil. he just got a giggle from your daughter, obviously knowing that she’s up to something. “nothing~ why would you ask that?”

“aren’t you the one who pleaded to buy these flower seeds? and yet here i am, doing all the work… not fair, dove, not fair.” he dramatically sighed, causing another giggle let out from her.

“i’ll join you just in a second, daddy.” there was a mischief in her tone. and he felt her tiny hands on his long, auburn hair again. he could see where was this going, but didn’t say anything more.

“where’s mommy?” cliff asked, changing the subject. she shrugged off, “she said she’ll pay a visit to auntie bonnie but that was like an hour ago?”

“auntie bonnie?” he paused, lifting an eyebrow. “she didn’t say anything about it to me.”

she didn’t reply as she started to hum a familiar song he couldn’t recognize yet. he decided to ask you about it later. “hey, can you pass me that flowering can?”

he sighed quietly when he realized she was too busy to braid his hair, not to mention that she was putting a couple of flowers here and there. she frowned when he suddenly stood up, causing his half-braid to come loose and flowers falling. “daddy, you ruined everything!”

“ruined what, doll?” he chuckled, grabbing the watering can he mentioned. “if you’re not gonna help me, i’ll get no presents for you from tours.” obviously lying…

“wha- that’s not fair!” she pouted, causing him to laugh. with one quick move, cliff lifted her, causing her to gasp loudly. “put me down!” soon the sounds of laughter filled the backyard as he started to spin her in his arms.

“are you gonna help me now?” he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes in discomfort. “your mustache tickles.”

“i’m not gonna shave it though.” she could feel his hidden smirk.

“yeah, don’t do it. it suits you.”

“oh yeah? good to hear that.” when he was about to kiss her cheek again, the parking sound of a car was heard. she look at him, excited. “do you think it’s mommy?”

“there’s one way to find out.” he only hyped up her, causing her to smile more. “c’mon”

cliff sneaked to the front of the house with your daughter in his arms, trying to imitate a secret agent to excite her more. “what do you see?” she whispered to him.

“hmm,” he saw nothing but your car and your thoughtful figure as you were looking at some papers. he wondered if this was somehow connected with his sister. “i see our runaway and the car she stole without any permission.”

“oh no!” she put her hands on her mouth, covering. “do you think she’s hiding something from us?”

“i’m afraid, that’s how it seems…” he dramatically lowered his gaze and pressed his lips together. she gasped loudly again in response.

you heard some whispers behind the house, lifting your left eyebrow in curiosity and checking if there was someone there. as you heard the familiar gasp, you smirked to yourself and put the papers inside your bag. you made your way to the backyard in big, slow steps. the whispers stopped, and when you turned your head to look behind the house you gasped, horrified. “boo!”

“sh-“ you look at cliff with a panicked face, not finishing what was coming. “sweetheart, you scared me!”

“teehee, you deserved that, mommy!”

your right hand was still holding your chest to ease up. “what did i even do?”

“you left us without saying anything in the morning, i woke up in the cold bed, you know..” you felt cliff’s free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “hi, love.” he murmured against your neck.

a soft sigh left your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss on top of your daughter’s head while your other hand was patting your husband’s fluffy hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry both of you.”

“it’s okay, now that mommy’s here, we all can plant the flowers right?” she asked with excitement.

“yeah, but first, i’m gonna change my clothes.” you smiled and pinched her cheek while freeing yourself from cliff, not missing shooting a wink to him before entering the house. cliff put her down, fixing her hair. “i’ll be right back, don’t touch anything before we return okay?” when she nodded to him he followed you behind.

you were checking yourself out in the mirror when cliff bursted inside the room. there was a confused look on his face which you couldn’t understand why. he made his way towards you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. “hi again, love.”

“hey,” you didn’t move as you let him stay like this a little bit more. “is everything alright?”

“yeah, it’s just like i said, i was a little bit sad when i woke up without you by my side, you know i’m leaving soon.”

“ugh don’t remind me…” you sighed in sadness. “sorry again.”

“where were you by the way? princess told me that you went to see bonnie.”

“uh, yeah.” you slightly shifted from your position. “i needed to talk to her about something.”

you felt him move his hands from you, moving to the bed. “you act so mysterious, you know, but i’m not gonna question it.” he threw one of his t-shirts to you before leaving the room. you quickly put it on and followed him behind. it caught him off guard when you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly moving his head backward to meet your gaze.

“hey, i’m not hiding from you okay? nothing bad i mean…”

“oh so you are hiding something?” he playfully asked, making you break the eye contact with a little bit of shyness.

“we’re going to talk about it later, yeah? promise.” you planted a short yet gentle kiss on his lips on your tiptoes. when you wanted to walk away, cliff pulled you gently to himself, putting his large hands on your already-heated cheeks. he connected your lips in a second, starting a gentle kiss. you hummed and opened your mouth for more access. he smiled before deepening the kiss without realizing it, then leaned his forehead on yours.

“cliff,” you broke the kiss unwillingly. “we should get going before she starts whining.”

“yeah, right” he sighed and intertwined your hands, leading you to the door. when you reached the backyard again, you saw your daughter lying on the grass, making a flower crown of various ones while humming a song. you stopped cliff, turning your face to him.

“babe, can you please get the camera from the living room? i really want to take a photo of her in that position.” he hummed then made his way back to the house again. you smiled at how your little girl was looking beautiful and serene. that moment, you decided to sneak behind her and surprise her like she did to you. but when you got closer to her, she suddenly shifted her gaze to you with a smile.

“well well, what do we have here?” you made her blush as you laid beside her. “hi, mommy! i missed you.”

“i missed you too sweetie! auntie bonnie says hi and misses you too. asked me to kiss you for her.” she giggled when you planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “i miss her too,” then she gasped. “can i go sleepover at her?” her eyes shone.

“for tonight?”

“yeah!”

“all right, i’ll ask her. but you have to help us to plant all these seeds which you begged us to buy, remember?”

“right..” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “when they are even going to bloom?”

“well, roses will bloom in about one and a half months. as for lilies and dahlias, it might take three or four…”

“that’s so long!” she whined. “but baby, we warned you when we were buying these.” there was a pout now on her face, and you decided to tickle her to make her laugh as you heard cliff’s approaching steps.

you slid both of your arms under her armpits and started to tickle her. seconds later sounds of non-stopping loud laughter filled the backyard. “m-mommy sto- hahaha!”

“think about how gorgeous they will look after months, love. we’re going to be the prettiest ones i swear.”

“really?!”

“yeah, all of our friends and relatives will want to take them for themself. but we’re not gonna let them, will we?”

“of course n- hahahaa! s-stop!” when her eyes welled up due to laughing you did as she said.

“say cheese!”

both of you turned your faces where the voice came from with the same expressions.

*click*

cliff walked towards you and laid beside both of you while waiting for the photo to come out. seconds later, you saw your and your daughter’s breathless and wide smiling faces. she took the photo of him and giggled. “we look so good, aren’t we, daddy?”

“damn right you both do.” he smiled but his face got wrinkled when you hit his chest with your elbow. “ouch!”

“what’s ‘damn’?” she asked curiously.

“what, did you mishear? he said ‘darn’, sweetie. now go and put the photo somewhere safe.” she nodded and ran a little bit far from you.

“you weren’t supposed to say that, you know?” you whispered quite annoyed.

“sorry, babe. it’s just out of habit.” he managed to quickly kiss you before you could say anything. you melted the moment you felt his lips on yours.

“she told me that she misses her auntie nowadays. even wants to go sleepover to her tonight.” he mumbled to your ear, making you blush a little bit. “she said the same things to me as well.” you replied.

“what do you think, hm?” it wasn’t helping when he was rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“i said, i’ll think about it.” you bit your lip and when your daughter was approaching you pushed him off.

“so, the seeds!” cliff cleared his throat then stood up while reaching his arm to you to help you stand up. you gladly took his hand.

“first, dig some not-too-deep holes okay? leave some space between them.” he instructed her as she hummed, doing as he said. “how many i should?”

“three seeds per flower should be enough.” you answered while watering the seeds cliff planted before.

“three is not enough!” she whined.

“sweetie, those nine seeds will tire you out before you can think of planting more.” cliff replied, putting little colorful flags she had made near the seeds. “you done?” she nodded in response.

“great, now grab the rest of the seeds and bury them into those holes. don’t forget to place these cute flags you made near them to remember where you buried them, alright?”

“yeah!” she excitedly ran to the little table where the packet was. seconds later, she returned and started to place them into holes. cliff glanced at her and walked to her side. “hey hey hey, if you’re gonna bury dahlias, you need to dig a little bit deeper.”

“but you said ‘not too deep’.” she got confused.

“well, glad i glanced at you now. i forgot to tell you an important thing about this. seeds of roses are small, that’s why you should bury them not too deep. size of lilies is bigger than roses so you need to bury them a little bit deeper than them. and dahlias’ seeds are bigger than these two. so you need to bury deeper compared to them.”

while he was explaining her details about seeds, you decided to take advantage of this moment and take a photo of them while being busy burying seeds. you grabbed the camera which wasn’t too far from you and positioned it comfortably.

she was digging and he was watching her movements carefully. when he told her to stop, both of them put a seed in a hole and then started to bury it.

*click*

both of them froze and then looked in your direction. you smiled at them and approached them. seconds later, the photo where they were planting appeared in your hands. “both of you look so good, i won’t distract you again.” you moved off from them after kissing their cheeks. cliff smiled like an idiot, watching you go in another direction with melted eyes. this didn’t escape her notice as she grinned. “daddy!” she called out to move his attention.

“ahem! yeah right, now put those flags and then you can start watering them.”

after spending about half an hour in the backyard, three of you decided to finally rest at home. cliff fell asleep on the bed more quickly than you expected. while you were lying beside him, moving his hair out of his face, the door slowly opened. it was no one but your daughter, looking secretly behind the door. you smiled and invited her to lay beside her daddy. her mouth opened in excitement then left the room. a confused look appeared on your face, trying to understand what happened. about five minutes later, she appeared in your room again this time with a couple of flowers in her hands. she sneakily got on the empty side of the bed with a grin.

“baby, what are you up to?” you asked in a whisper.

“while you were gone, i wanted to try something new on daddy. but he must have understood what i was trying to do so he ruined it.” she whispered back, already playing with his hair.

“ruined ‘what’ darling?”

“shh! you need to sleep too.” you just chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, continuing to examine your oh-so-handsome husband, fingers caressing his pale cheeks. a couple of minutes later, your daughter got out of bed with a satisfied smile. “done, i’ll be right back.”

still being confused, you didn’t think much about her intentions. suddenly, his eyelashes started to flutter with furrowed eyebrows. you chuckled at his grumpy face. a loud yawn escaping from his lips as he tries to open his eyes wildly. when he saw your figure next to him, his expression changed into soft immediately. his arms wrapping around your torso once again. “morning, beautiful.”

“it’s actually afternoon but anyway. morning, handsome.” you giggled.

“a perfect way to wake up...” he mumbled with his husky voice, eyes now examining your face with pure adoration.

“i talked with bonnie, she said she would be delighted to have her as a guest tonight.” you gave him a sly grin.

“perfect, i’ll take her there in the evening.” he grinned the same way you did.

“cliff,” you bit your lip. “you know i can’t keep secrets from you right, so i’m gonna tell you something really important.”

his expression changed again into a serious one, eyebrows were furrowed again in worry.

“no, no, there’s nothing to worry about okay?” you inhaled, trying to find words to continue.

sounds of heavy steps were heard behind, cliff slowly turned around to look. and then…

*click*

cliff furrowed his eyebrows more, this time in confusion. “sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, you just look really pretty, daddy.” she giggled and then ran in a second. cliff looked at both of his sides and then froze in place. “cliff?” you straightened up and looked in his direction then a gasp left from you.

his hair was in a long braid with various flowers.

he chuckled at the sight. touching his stylish hair. you smiled and put your head on top of his shoulder. “it suits you.”

“so that was what she was trying to do since morning huh…” he laughed.

“i saw her making a flower crown, she was probably gonna put it on your hair and then take a photo of you. but since you made her work today, she couldn’t get a chance before.”

“i don’t mind though if it makes her happy.”

“you’ll mind it if she shows that picture to her metallica uncles.” you smirked mischievously. his face fell exactly at that moment, quickly got up and went after her. “princess, if you show that photo to others, you’ll regret it later!” he shouted behind her.

sounds of giggles and laughter filled around the house not much later. while you were lying on the bed alone, you thought how lucky you were to have them and how you were gonna tell them that another flower was about to bloom nine months later.

dude was a family man i’m sure he would be happy to have more kids 🫂

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Drudging Up the Past ~Cowgirl!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger(20s)!SVU!Detective!Reader

Summary: Rita Calhoun left New York on conflicting terms, and when SVU needs her back, they send Reader, their newest SVU detective. Rita now leads a completely different life down South. Can Reader convince Rita to come back?

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Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, age gap (all legal), teasing, pet names, flustering, implied smut, implied future smut, the South, the Wild West, cowgirls.

Enjoy (;

“I know why yur here.” Rita drawled, emphasizing the why with her southern drawl.

You shifted in your seat a bit, gulping and taking a deep breath, as you felt the brunette’s gaze rake up and down your frame slowly and surely. You had been sent by SVU to go wrangle the infamous defense attorney turned vigilante cowgirl, Rita Calhoun. SVU had had a massive influx in victims in need of defense, victims who were going to go to jail and have their perpetrators go free if you didn’t convince Ms. Calhoun.

“Y-you do…?” You stammered, trying to mask how much she intimidated you with a smile.

Finding Calhoun had been the easy part. Captain had had an old friend, one Alex Cabot, who had also given up the law for the life of cowgirl vigilantism. Through Benson’s connections, she had reached out to Alex and the blonde cowgirl had aided you in your search for Ms. Calhoun.

You had found the brunette in an old, small town in the middle of the Deep South in nowhere-land. You had walked into the town bar when minutes later, the woman herself had came up behind you.

“Mhmmmm… You came to try an’ convince myself to return back.” Rita hummed with a nod.

A shiver ran down your spine as she took a seat next to you at the bar. You had never met the woman before, only having heard of her glory days from one of Olivia’s friends, Rafael. But now that she sat next to you, you couldn’t help but check her out. Your eyes roamed up and down, checking out all the denim and leather that the cowgirl was set in. Your cheeks warmed and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth slowly spreading throughout your entire body.

You came back to reality as Rita chuckled at your speechlessness and took her beer from the bartender, taking a nice long sip. You quickly looked away, realizing that she had placed a beer in front of you too.

“How did you know I’m SVU?” You asked.

Rita’s visage broke out in a satisfied smile as she slowly sipped her beer. You struggled to not ogle her neck as she craned it back slightly to take another sip of her beverage. She let her eyes roam back to your form, it made you feel like she was undressing you in front of everyone.

“I didn’… you jus’ confirmed it for me.” Rita chuckled, quite proud of yourself.

Your face reddened and you quickly grabbed your beverage and took a long sip, attempting to hide your blush behind the alcohol. Fuck. Well there was no denying it now…

“Guess I’m busted…” you breathed out with a small guilty smile.

“Mmm, you’re not too bad, honey…” Rita purred, giving you another side eye.

Now that made you go red in the face and nearly choke on your own breath. Rita watched you in amusement.

“I suppose we’ve never been formally introduced… Rita Calhoun.” Rita nodded towards you, saving you from the embarrassment and changing the subject.

You meekly replied with your own name and told her about how you had joined SVU soon after she had left New York. Rita listened as you retold all the events that had gone down since her departure, and you saw her visibly soften at hearing that Olivia and Rafael had made up.

“So there’s no way you’ll come back? We really need you…” you begged, leaning into the woman’s space a little too much.

Rita swiveled her body to face you fully and her gaze raked up and down your body once more.

“I could possibly be convinced…” She drawled.

“Convinced?” You innocently asked, your ears quirking up.

“That is why Benson sent you ain’t it…?” Rita purred, sizing you up and shimmying up right next to you, making you only inches away from burning denim and leather.

You gulped and attempted to look away, but the cowgirl’s fingers swiftly gripped your chin and kept your gaze on hers. She wore her signature smirk as her eyes dazzled with intention.

“H-how…?” You stammered in a hushed whisper, caught in the trance of the other woman.

Rita chuckled and leaned into your personal space, letting her lips graze the shell of your ear. You involuntarily shivered as a result, your body revolting and humming in anticipation in spite of your logical objections.

“The cowgirl hat rule…” the older woman purred in your ear, biting your earlobe after her hushed admission, “Tell me to stop, honey…”

Your breathing was shallow at the point and your skin was riddled with goosebumps. You squirmed in your seat as the woman nibbled at your ear, eagerly awaiting any sign from you that she ought not to stop.

“What—what’s the cowboy hat rule…?”You squeaked in a whisper, your face going red at the fact that you were in a very public place as the brunette was teasing you.

If you could have seen Rita’s shit eating grin, you would have realized that she knew that had caught you, hook, line, and sinker… She licked a strip of your bare neck before replying.

“You wear the hat. And ride the cowgirl…” Rita purred, before biting down on the strain of your neck.

“Ohh…!” You whimpered lewdly, your eyes screwing themselves shut tight as pleasure coursed through your body from that bite.

Rita then licked and gently sucked the place where your skin was red with bite marks. She hummed in satisfaction as you craned your neck back even further and practically handed yourself to her in the middle of the bar. Suddenly, the cowgirl pulled back. Your eyes shot wide open and your face turned a deep red as you came back to reality.

“Is that a yes, honey…?” Rita drawled with lustful eyes and her shit eating grin.

“Y-yes…!” You whined, attempting to lean into the woman as you spoke but being curtly denied.

Rita shook her head and stood up. She leaned in once more to say one last thing before her hips swayed away.

“Alrighty, but not here. Follow me, Darlin’…” she cooed lustfully in your ear.

She payed for both of your tabs before guiding you out to the bar. Your heart was hammering and you were completely mesmerized by the cowgirl. No one in New York could have prepared you for how utterly irresistible Ms. Rita Calhoun was…

Fin.

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[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

Hi!!! I wanna start off with saying how much I love your work. I just find myself rereading ambience and your flufftober one shots. I’ve also read hallucinations a couple of times now. I’m just in love. Second thing was that I feel like you’re a nice person and you’ve probably been told that before because you are very nice.

But basically I had a request for Dad!Bucky just braiding his daughter’s hair perfectly because she didn’t like the way her mother did it. And I just would love to see you write about it.

It’s okay if you can’t by the way. I totally get it.

— braiding —

Warnings: fluff, mentions of minor injuries, hint of angst

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky braids his daughter’s hair.

A/N: Thank you! Some people do say I’m nice (my sister would tell you that I’m too nice but also very much a “meanie” lol). And thank you for reading my work! I loved writing hallucinations, but, idk if you guys can tell, I suck at writing endings. They’re either very abrupt or very cheesy. Anyway, I would love to write about dad!bucky with his daughter.

Can be read with Day Sixteen

“Daddy!” Little Becca was running across the dining room just a second later, socks cladding her feet that made Bucky’s heart race. She had slipped just last week on that one corner close to the stars and bumped her nose against one of the stairs.

It had been one thing to see one of his boys get hurt, but completely another to see his baby girl—a mini you—get hurt. It sounded stupid, to be more concerned for Becca and not the boys, but it seemed to him that even the boys couldn’t help but be protective over their sister. Bucky couldn’t have been more proud of them when they went from play fighting to having tea parties with her.

Bucky’s heart only steadied when Becca came to a stop in front of him in the kitchen, one hand out for him while the other hid something behind her back.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Her curly hair—one thing she seemed to inherit from Bucky—was half done, two very messy braids sticking up in two different direction at the front. She brought out the hand behind her back and shoved a brush into his outstretched hand.

“Can you do my hair?” She asked in her little voice, playing with the front of her baby blue dress. Her words were just a hair off at four-years-old. It was the most cutest thing to Bucky.

Bucky placed his coffee mug down. “Wasn’t mommy doing your hair today?” He crouched down to get to her level, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face with gentle fingers. Her wide eyes and a quickly forming pout made Bucky’s heart clench.

“Mommy was pulling my hair,” she said timidly, eyes averting from Bucky’s face. His eyes flickered up to the movement behind her and his eyes landed on you, crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame between the dining room and kitchen. You shook your head.

That meant that Becca was lying. It wasn’t often she did, but it still didn’t sit right with you or Bucky. Lying wasn’t something you wanted your kids to do with you guys.

“Okay,” he said slowly, picking her up as he got up. You pushed off the wall and silently walked over behind where he sat her on the kitchen island. “Are you sure mommy was pulling your hair? ‘Cause then I gotta have a little chat with her. She can’t be pulling anyone else’s hair.”

You rolled your eyes when he sent you a subtle wink over an oblivious Becca.

Becca wringed her hands together and huffed out a breath, knowing she had to tell her dad exactly what had happened and why she wanted him to do her hair.

“I like your braids a little tiny bit more than mommy’s,” she admitted softly. “Don’t wanna tell mommy that ‘cause I don’t want her to be sad.” Bucky and you shared a glance and a gentle smile in which it was obvious to the both of you that you two had done a good job raising your kids.

“Okay, I won’t tell her,” Bucky promised, holding out his pinky as you walked away without getting detected. “Now, what type of braids are we doing today?”

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Everything: @gen-genevieve @pigeonmama

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Blurring The Lines — Droid x Reader

gn!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, confession, first kiss, emotional vulnerability, light humour, request🦋

Your friendship with Jaime was the definition of ride-or-die. You’d been best friends for years, your lives intertwined in ways that often made others assume you were already together. But you weren’t. You were just friends. Best friends, in fact. That was the line neither of you dared to cross. Until you started wondering what it would feel like to cross it. It started with the little things. The way Jaime’s smile lingered a little too long when you cracked a joke. The way your heart skipped when his laugh filled the room, carefree and loud, his dimples on full display. The way his touch—always casual, always friendly—seemed to linger just a fraction longer than necessary. You told yourself you were imagining things. But then there were moments you couldn’t ignore. Like the time you’d been watching a movie together, curled up on his couch like always. His arm had been slung around the back of the cushions, his fingers absentmindedly brushing against your shoulder.

It was innocent enough, but the heat it sent through you was anything but. “You okay?” he’d asked, his brows furrowing when he noticed you’d gone quiet. “Yeah,” you’d replied quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… thinking.” He’d nodded, his attention shifting back to the screen, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how natural it felt to be that close to him—and how badly you wanted to be closer. The turning point came during a late-night gaming session. “C’mon, Y/N, you’re killing me!” Jaime groaned, throwing his head back dramatically as your character missed yet another crucial shot. “I’m trying!” you protested, laughing as you fumbled with the controls. “You’re the one who said I should play this stupid game!” “Okay, first of all, it’s not stupid,” he shot back, his voice laced with mock offense. “And second, you’re the one who wanted to ‘get better.’ I’m just trying to help.” You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, well, your ‘help’ isn’t exactly—” Your words caught in your throat as he turned to look at you, his grin fading into something softer, something that made your stomach flip.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Nothing,” he said quickly, his cheeks flushing as he looked away. “Just… you’re cute when you’re frustrated.” Your heart stopped. “What did you just say?” “Nothing!” he said again, his voice higher this time, his hands flying up in defense. “Jaime,” you said, leaning closer. “Did you just call me cute?” He groaned, running a hand down his face. “I was kidding! Forget I said anything.” But you couldn’t forget. And neither could he. A few days later, Jaime showed up at your place unannounced. “What are you doing here?” you asked, surprised to see him standing on your doorstep, a nervous energy radiating off him. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “Okay… come in,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. He paced your living room for a moment before finally turning to face you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Look,” he started, his eyes meeting yours. “I know we’ve always been just friends. And I know we said we wouldn’t… cross that line. But…”

“But?” you prompted, your heart pounding in your chest. “But I think I’m in love with you,” he said, his words rushed but clear. “And I don’t know what to do about it.” You stared at him, your mind racing. “Jaime…” “I know, I know,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s crazy, and it’s probably gonna ruin everything, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way. You’re… you’re everything to me, Y/N. And I don’t want to lose you, but I also can’t keep lying to myself.” Tears pricked at your eyes as you took a step closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “Because I was scared,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I didn’t want to mess this up.” You reached out, your hand resting on his cheek. “You’re not messing anything up,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Because I feel the same way.” His eyes widened, a mixture of relief and disbelief washing over him. “You do?” You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been in love with you for a while, Jaime. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

He let out a breathy laugh, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. “God, I’m so glad you said that.” Your lips met in a kiss that was equal parts soft and passionate, years of friendship and unspoken feelings pouring into that single moment. The transition from best friends to something more wasn’t seamless, but it was worth it. There were still moments of awkwardness, of navigating the uncharted territory where the boundaries of friendship blended with romance. The playful teasing that once felt harmless now carried new weight, and the comfortable silences were occasionally filled with nervous energy. There were questions neither of you voiced aloud—Was this too fast? Were we risking too much?—but those doubts faded with each passing day. Because there were also moments of pure bliss—lazy mornings in bed, your legs tangled together as sunlight filtered through the blinds. Spontaneous adventures that ended in laughter, his hand never letting go of yours.

Kisses that left you breathless, where his lips seemed to convey every word he couldn’t say aloud. Jaime found new ways to surprise you every day, whether it was bringing you your favorite snacks unprompted or randomly serenading you with an off-key rendition of a cheesy love song. And in turn, you discovered just how much you loved seeing him smile, the way his dimples deepened and his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Through it all, one thing remained constant: Jaime was still your best friend. One night, as the two of you lay tangled together on your couch, the world quiet around you, you found yourself staring at the ceiling, your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, grounding you in the moment. “Do you think this changes us?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Jaime’s hand stilled in your hair for a moment before he resumed the gentle strokes. “No,” he said with a certainty that left no room for doubt. “It just makes us better.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the TV. “How can you be so sure?” “Because it’s us,” he said simply, his hand shifting to cup your cheek. “You’re still the same person who’s been my partner-in-crime since day one. The one who puts up with my dumb jokes and makes me feel like I can take on anything. That hasn’t changed—it’s just…” “More?” you offered, your lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah,” he agreed, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “So much more.” Your chest tightened at the tenderness in his voice, and you leaned up to kiss him. It was slow and sweet, a silent affirmation of everything you couldn’t put into words.When you pulled back, Jaime grinned, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he murmured, “You’re stuck with me, you know.” “Good,” you replied, settling back against his chest. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” And as you lay there, his arms wrapped securely around you, you realized that he was right.

This didn’t change anything—it only made everything better.

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 32

Chapter 32

We had been at Henry’s French estate for a couple of days now. Edith was so unbelievably happy to be engaged to Henry. We were already underway on planning the wedding. They wanted to be married soon, but it would not be soon enough for them. The date was set for a month and a half out, in the late fall.

We were involved in wedding planning while also helping Henry to prepare for the ball that he was hosting at the end of the week. Today one of the important tasks we would be working on was dancing. Abel had sent word back to the mansion, requesting Mozart to come and play for us and he had obliged.

“Alright, this is one of the most basic dances and quite easy.” Abel instructed as he stood in the middle of the ballroom. Mother, Edith, and I stood in a line while Abel, Henry, and Thomas stood across from us.

Mozart sat at the piano and began to play when Abel gave him his que. “Your first step is inviting your partner on the dance floor.” He said, before smiling at me. He walked forward and gave me a slight bow while holding out an elegant hand. “May I have this dance, ma cherie?”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Oui, Monsieur.” I answered as I placed my hand in his.

Henry followed Abel’s lead and asked Edith to dance. Thomas just sighed as he approached Mother and held out his hand. She gave him a stern look but placed her hand in his.

Abel drew me close. “Alright, you will place your hand on your partner’s waist like so.” He said, placing his hand on my waist. “While holding her other hand thusly.”

Henry followed Abel’s lead. He’d had no formal dance training, so he was being a very diligent student. “Like this?”

“Yes.” Abel answered. “Now the steps go like this…”

Abel and I moved to the music, Abel explaining the steps we were taking. Henry seemed a bit self-conscious of it, but Edith was encouraging him. Thomas knew the steps, but had never cared for dancing. He was only here because I am quite certain, Mother had threatened him within an inch of his life.

We went through three different dances before moving on to another dance where you had to change partners throughout. Our first change brought me dancing with Henry, Mother dancing with Abel, and Thomas dancing with Edith.

“I am very happy for you and Edith.” I told Henry as we danced.

“Thank you. You really do approve of our marriage?” Henry asked.

I smiled. “Of course I do.” I answered. “Edith is happy and I know you will treat her right. I know how much you love her. You forget, I watched you two grow. I saw how you’ve always loved her.”

Henry smiled. “It really means a lot to me to know we have your approval, Colette.” He said. “I know how much Edie adores and looks up to you…and you have always been like a big sister to me as well.”

“Now it just gets to be official.” I replied, smiling warmly. 

Henry and I chatted a bit more before it was time to change partners. I now found myself dancing with my brother. “Good, now we have a moment to talk.” Thomas said as we danced.

“Or we could remain silent.” I replied. “Lest you have the chance to say something stupid.”

“I just want to talk.” Thomas said. “I have noticed you are not yet with child. Unless it is still very early…”

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.” I replied, giving him a sharp glare.

“Does that mean you are not performing your wifely duties?” Thomas asked. “You do remember what I told you? It is your duty to serve him and give him an heir.”

“Once again, I don’t see how any of this is your business. If I remember correctly, you told me that I belong to my husband now, which means I am no longer your concern.”

“But if you are barren then it is a concern. Lord Willingham might think Edith barren too and then what will happen?” Thomas countered.

I instantly shoved Thomas away. He stumbled and fell backwards, landing on his ass. “I told you, it is none of your concern and neither am I anymore.”

Comte…

Comte was dancing with Edith. “Thank you, Comte for taking the time to help teach Henry.” She said. “And with the finer points of the ball as well.”

“It is no problem.” Comte replied, smiling at her.

“And more importantly, I want to thank you for making Colie happy.” Edith went on. “She fretted so much about marriage and who she was likely to end up with and yet now she has you and she’s the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.”

“I hope to always have her so happy.” Comte replied. He had to admit, he felt guilt over her anxiousness. If only he’d not been so stubborn and come for her sooner…and if he had just courted her properly…she wouldn’t have had the worries she had for so long.

“Of course, she didn’t have the same worries always…it wasn’t until after Papa died.” Edith said. “She knew as soon as Thomas became head of the family she would have to worry…and it wasn’t just worrying over herself. She fretted over me. She’s always been one part big sister and one part big sister and one part second mother to me.”

“She said you two were close.” Comte replied.

Edith nodded. “Yes. She’s always looked after me and cared for me. There was one time when I was sick and Mother and Father were out, she was the one to stay up with me. Keeping a cool washcloth on my forehead and making sure I ate some soup and drank some tea. She also told the best bedtime stories.”

Comte smiled. “I’m glad that you two have always had each other.”

It was at this moment, everyone heard a thud. They all stopped and turned to see Colette having pushed Thomas away. He had stumbled and fallen on his backside. Even Mozart had stopped playing music.

 “I told you, it is none of your concern and neither am I anymore.” Colette declared as she glared at her brother. 

Everything was silent for a moment, Thomas just looking up at Colette, stunned. It seemed it took Colette a moment to realize what was going on. She looked around. “Pardon me…” She was then quickly rushing out of the room.

Comte shot a glare at Thomas before immediately taking off after his wife. “Forgive me, but it seems lessons are over for the day.” He called over his shoulder. Nothing was more important to him than Colette.

Everyone else in the ballroom…

“Thomas.” Mother Wells said, looking sternly at her son.

“What? You do realize she shoved me?” He replied as he stood up and dusted himself off.

“Yes, but we also know you, Brother.” Edith said, giving her older brother a glare.

“You’ve been antagonistic towards your sister for a long time now.” Mother Wells said. “You used to be protective and loving. I don’t know what happened or where we went wrong with you…”

Thomas had no reply. He knew nothing he could say would appease his mother. “This is nothing to get so upset about. I am just looking out for the best interests of our family is all.” He was then leaving the ballroom.

“He needs to go on a business trip or something already.” Edith said. “And not come back until after the wedding.”

Henry put a comforting hand on Edith’s back. “We won’t let him ruin anything, Edie. I promise.”

Edith smiled at her fiance. “I just meant…I want Colette to enjoy the wedding festivities too. I feel like as long as Thomas is around she won’t be able to.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Mother Wells said, already starting to think of something. She would get through to her idiot eldest son, somehow.

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