#but I want to wear all those velvet projects before too long so I've got to get on with it

[sheliesshattered]

I have owned my sewing machine (Husqvarna Viking Emerald 116) for more than fourteen years now and I've only just finally figured out how to use the blind hem stitch. And damn is it nice.

[stillsurfing]

So, I did a little fanfic based on the below amazing fanfic by fulaninha. It’s my first try at writing anything

Round One - AU fic

Dele looked back at Eric who was leaning against the death tra- motorcycle. The motorcycle. Although he didn’t like the journey, he had to admit that being pressed against Eric’s back for the ride in public and without the fear of being scrutinised was wonderful. They were more affectionate with each other in public all the time now but it still didn’t stop a thrill jolting through Dele’s body every single time it happened. He hope he never stopped feeling that way.

He took a quick snap of Eric leaning against the motorcycle with the view behind. With the sun hitting him like that, he was beautiful. He was always beautiful. His heart gave a little twinge, Dele wanted Eric to join him closer to the water but he wouldn’t ask. Dele’s grin twitched up, it was only a matter of time, he was confident that Eric wouldn’t be able to resist him for long.

Dele’s phone gave a little beep and a notification dropped down over the picture he was taking

DUOLINGO WORD OF THE DAY

Dele grinned and swiped down. He’d never learned a language before but he was getting better at Portuguese and he was feeling proud of himself, the same kind of feeling as when he attempted a trick shot or a successful nutmeg. He often didn’t remember the words of the day but he figured that every little helps.

“CASAR.. this word in Portuguese translates t… READ MORE” Dele’s stomach did a strange swoop. He felt as though he’d heard that word before but he couldn’t think why. Maybe it was when Eric was talking to his dogs? He quickly swiped along the message to get the full meaning

CASAR this word in Portuguese translates to MARRY. See also desposar, unir, dar em casamento, casar-se

Dele’s heart started racing. His breath increasing. His nerves tingling. He knew exactly when he had heard that word before and the realisation was like a truck hitting him… his brain seemed to have completely shut down while he was thinking of the implications. It was so long ago, how could Eric have kept this inside him all this time?

At that moment a hand wound around his own and Dele’s heartbeat picked up again. Surely it couldn’t get any quicker. Eric grabbed Dele’s chin and tilted his face up to lock their eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been stock still staring at your phone for 10 minutes now.”

Dele frowned and blinked. 10 Minutes? Dele glanced down at his phone still in his outstretched hand. The phone screen was black and the phone locked. He frowned again. Gulped. Dele had no idea how to approach this now that he had this knowledge. He had no idea what to say to Eric. Should he tell him? Should he try and remember the rest of the phrase before broaching the subject? Should he just forget the whole thing and see what happens in the future? It was probably a spur of the moment thing. It was a spur of the moment thing. He’s not said those words to Dele since. Dele glanced back up at Eric who was fully frowning now and looking worried.

“Dele? Del-boy? You alright?”

The use of his playful nickname made something inside Dele suddenly thrum with a happy thrill. He thought of all the times he and Eric had spent together and all the playful times he’d used that nickname. He thought about the depth of feeling that he had for this man standing in front of him. He knew how he felt about Eric and he knew how Eric felt about him...even all that time ago at the Euros...apparently Eric knew what he wanted. He allowed his body feel every positive emotion that was coursing through him and dropped his doubts and fears. They’re useless anyway. He suddenly felt mischievous.

Dele nodded at Eric’s question and quirked his grin up on one side of his face.

“I’m good, Eric. Really good. So…” He put his phone in his pocket and laced their fingers together and looked out at the ocean. Even now, every time he sees the sea it reminds him of Eric putting that starfish in the sea back in Porthcurno. The way he felt watching him. That’s why he likes the clear water, he’s always trying to recapture the feel of that beach, no matter what country they’re in.

“So you know… I was on duolingo today…”

Eric sighed “You know you shouldn’t use that!”

Dele chuckled and smiled “I wouldn't have to use it if someone had a little more patience and could teach me”

Eric looked slightly dazed and Dele knew exactly why, it’s because he had looked in his eyes while smiling and laughing. It was still incredibly entertaining that he had that effect on Eric after all these years. Eric leaned in but Dele backed away from his approach quickly, he needed to get this out and see what happens. He was too impatient even to kiss Eric which was new.

“Anyway, stop interrupting me. I was on Duolingo today and the word of the day was one which I'm sure I've heard before…” Dele teased “but I can't quite think where. Do you want to know what it is, perhaps you can help?”

Dele studied Eric’s face. His pupils dilate - from fear? Excitement? And of course, of course, Eric blushes bright red. But that doesn’t mean too much, Eric is always blushing.

Dele smiles again as he sees Eric’s throat tense and his Adam’s apple bob. God, that Adam’s apple. Dele is slightly obsessed with it.

“What’s the word?” Eric whispers. He’s edged closer to Dele again and is staring into his eyes like they’re the only things that are keeping him tethered to this earth. When Eric looks at him like that Dele feels like he is the only person on earth and suddenly the mood changes and his heart ramps up the hammering again. Perhaps he shouldn’t have teased Eric like this. Perhaps he shouldn’t have bought it up.

Dele swallows and feels his own throat constricting, the teasing tone he was using before completely forgotten with the look in Eric’s eyes. They’re moving closer, the magnetised feeling that is always between them increasing. As Dele attempts to speak they are nearly touching foreheads, bodies leaned into each other. Dele takes a breath -

“Casar. The word... is Casar.” he whispers.

He feels Eric’s hand spasm into a tight grip and he’s still gazing at Dele with that look in his eyes.

Dele shifts a millimeter closer so their heads are touching “you said that to me once” he whispers into Erics mouth, their breaths intertwining. “I remember”

Eric keeps his eyes on Dele’s and slowly and purposefully Eric drops to one knee, still with his hands in Dele’s.

Dele gasps, completely taken by surprise. Yes, he thought they might talk about what Eric said before but never in a million years did he think that this would happen.

Eric continues to look at Dele straight in the eye “Eu... eu acho que vou casar contigo. Acho que vou me casar com você, se você me quiser. Dele, quer se casar comigo?”

Eric lets go of Dele’s hands and he pulls out from his pocket a small velvet box. What the hell? Eric smiles at whatever expression Dele’s face is pulling and clears his throat, switching back to English.

“I was going to propose to you today, when we got to the end of our journey at sunset but… this… this seems like fate.”

Eric opens the box and there is a simple silver band inside. Dele’s heart is hammering in his ears, he feels as though he will never speak again he is so full of emotion. Eric is still on one knee in front of Dele and Dele is gazing down at him completely awed.

Eric laughs and teases “Erm, I’ll say it in English and perhaps then i’ll get an answer?” Eric takes a deep breath and that Adam's apple bobs again. Dele’s heart does another twinge “Dele, I love you so much and I want to show everyone that I will love you forever. Will you marry me?” he smiles “Casar - to marry”

For the second time that day, realisation slams into Dele and he suddenly finds his voice “Sim...Sim meu amor.”

Eric grins and then starts laughing as he stands and Dele feels Eric’s arms embrace him into a slow, deep and warm kiss. Dele tries to push all the emotions he’s feeling into the kiss and Dele finally pulls back and tries to catch his breath.

Eric smiles at him and lays his forehead on Dele’s own. “I thought you would never speak again!”. Dele gazes into Eric’s eyes again and then lets his gaze flicker down to the box in Eric’s hand. His heart stutters

“Can I… Can I put it on?”

Eric smiles and once again drops to one knee taking Dele’s left hand in his own. Dele watches as Eric snaps open the box and takes out the ring. He locks his gaze with Dele before switching it back to Deles hand as his slowly pushes the ring on. Dele is awed at the look on ERic’s face as he stares at the hand now wearing a ring. There is so much meaning in a small band of metal. He looks proud, happy and excited. Dele is sure that his face reflects the same emotions. Eric stands up and pulls them together again in another slow and deep embrace. Dele’s hands are on Eric’s face and he can feel the dampness of tears on Eric’s cheeks. He can feel the stinging at the corner of his own eyes and knows he is probably also crying.

“I love you” Eric says between kisses

“I love you”. Dele replies.

The waves continue crashing as they remain together.

They sit to watch the sun setting. Dele pulls takes the ring off to look at it again. He can’t believe what happened today. He has never felt so elated, never. No goal scored will ever feel like this. He looks at the ring in his hand and realises there is an inscription on the inside of the ring “Audere est Facer”. Dele laughs. He knows the Tottenham motto ‘Audere est Facer’ the latin for ‘To Dare Is To Do’

“Eric, that is so cheesy”

Eric laughs too. “I know but I always wanted to give you a ring with an inscription on the inside and it just seemed right. To remind us of our time together at Tottenham. And how we dared to take the steps to be with each other no matter what people would think. I don’t say this very often but you were so brave. We were so brave.”

Dele takes one last look at the inscription and slides the ring back on his finger where it will never leave. He leans in and kisses Eric as the sun dips below the horizon.

[famousconfessions]

Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon��, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”