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☆ “ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ☆

☆ She said “fuck me like I’m famous”| Chapter one

☆ Warnings: fem!reader, afab!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, awkward!reader, reader is literally a hermit, no established relationship, not proofread, porn with like a drop of plot, they get slightly awkward after doing it but it’s ok <3 ☆ Word Count: 3.3k | Available on Tumblr & AO3

“Out? For dinner?”

You tore your eyes from your phone to look at Ami, who was watching Chiho roll around on the floor, immersed in whichever new game of pretend she had devised.

“Yes, dinner,” she repeated, then turned to look at you. “I’m meeting a… friend. Not a close one, but a friend nonetheless. And it would do you some good to meet new people, and to get out more.” She raked her eyes over you, from your baggy clothes to messy updo.

“What’s that meant to mean? I get out plenty often. I’m out right now with you, aren’t I?”

“‘Chilling out’ at my house twice every week isn’t exactly going out, [name],” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen. “You’re like a hermit.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Maybe that’s how I like it.”

You heard water trickling as it filled up her glass, and her voice drift down towards where you were sitting. “I tend to wonder if I’m your only friend.”

At those words you stiffened, eyes opening wide and shooting up, back straight. “What? Friends?” You spluttered. “I have friends. I have plenty of friends. You’re not my only friend.” The words tumbled out of you hastily, and then you paused, flashing her a charming smile, trying to distract her. “You’re just my favourite one!”

She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Well, you have awful taste.” She handed you a drinks can. Your favourite.

“Hardly,” you uttered

“Just- you focus on work too much, okay? You need to find balance.” She took your palm, uncurling your fingers and placing the cold can in your hand. “Just come to this dinner.”

“…Fine.” You dug your finger under the tab, trying to get it open. “Who even is this friend, anyways?”

“Kenji Sato.”

You stared at her.

She must have mistaken your silence and blank stare for shock, or stupor instead of a reaction to what you considered to be an underwhelming statement, because she just sat back, letting her words sink in. They did, not that they meant much to you.

“Who?” You said blankly.

She blinked, then leaned forward. “Uh, Ken Sato? The really famous baseball player?”

You took a slow sip of the drink- the carbonation danced on your tongue. “No idea who that is. I don’t follow baseball.”

“You don’t follow anything,” she pointed out. “You’re completely out of the loop.”

You threw your hands in the air, exasperated. “Just- look, is he someone I should be impressed with? Like, am I-“

“I’ve mentioned him once,” Ami cut in. “Played in the States, moved to Japan suddenly? I was wondering why, and mentioned it to you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you weren’t listening.”

“No no, I was,” you said quickly, then frowned, furrowing your brow. “Wait, didn’t you interrogate him, once? Twice?”

“Thrice,” she corrected you. “And it's called an interview, not an interrogation.”

“Same thing,” you said indignantly, with another gulp of ice cold carbonated sugar. “And you’re sure he’s just a friend.” You eyed her, testing her for any telltale signs on her face suggesting otherwise.

She simply stared at you, unimpressed. “Yes.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching out the vowel, rolling it along your tongue. You stopped. “Okay, fine, I’ll come to your dinner thing.”

“Yes!” She said, sounding a bit too relieved. You stared at her. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m so glad you’re finally-“ she cut off with an excited, pleased noise.

You looked at her, concern for yourself creeping into your expression. “Am I really that-“

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Now, please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night-“

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yes, do you have plans?” She didn’t wait for an answer, because she already knew it. “No? Thought so. Please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night, because it’ll be worth it.”

“Uh huh,” you said slowly.

“I wonder if you even remember how to behave in a social setting,” she mused, and you smacked her shoulder.

That night when you got home and flopped down on your bed, pulling out your phone, your finger hovered over the search bar.

What was his name?

Kenji Sato.

You were typing in the words before you even realized it, and seeing the images, you froze.

Oh.

Shoving down any sort of deranged thoughts that could have been formulating in your head, you buried your face into your pillow and tried to fall asleep.

“[name]!”

“Ami!” You stuttered. Ami came towards you, eyes lighting up as she took in your appearance.

“You look really different,” she said, taking in your appearance. “Really pretty.”

You didn’t often wear clothes that were form-fitting or flattered your figure, but you’d decided that since it was a dinner with basically a celebrity, you might as well have put in some extra effort into your looks.

“Thanks,” you said, as she led you through the restaurant doors and to your table. Pausing, she turned to look at you.

“You look sick,” she frowned. “And nervous.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe this really was a bad idea. I should have know you can’t handle-“

“No!” You almost burst out. “No, I mean, I can do this. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just meeting a new person, right?”

She nodded hesitantly, still frowning at you.

“Right. So, not a big de-“

“Hey, Ami.”

You froze, shoulders stiffening.

“Kenji.” Ami turned to him. You still hadn’t looked at him yet, eyes fixed desperately on Ami’s face. “This is [name]. Name, this is-“

“Ken Sato.” He held out his hand to you, to shake. You stared at his long fingers, then slowly looked up to his face. He was wearing this easy, charming grin. Your knees almost buckled. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

You grabbed his hand and shook it. “N-nice to meet you.” You both held your stare a few seconds longer than you needed to.

He raised a dark brow, and you could have sworn his expression had flickered with amusement before he turned back to Ami. “And here I was worried I was late.” He waved you both on towards the table, where you took your seats.

Ami was looking at you, frowning. You gave her a wobbly smile back.

Oh, fuck this.

“So, what did you say you work as, [name]?”

Kenji’s voice snapped you out of your haze, and you looked up at him, eyes widening. “Oh, I’m an, uh, I’m an author.” You stared hard at your food, then looked back up at him to gauge his reaction.

He just leaned back against his chair. “Cool.” His eyes were set on yours. You flushed. “What sort of stuff do you write?”

“Uh,” your eyes slid to Ami, who was looking at you expectantly. “Romance, mostly.” The confession made your cheeks burn but you were too much of a mess to lie smoothly, not that it had even occurred to you in the first place- and Ami would have teased you about it later.

But Kenji just formed a small ‘o’ with his mouth, then smirked. “That’s cute.”

“Is it?” You had to fight to not make your voice sound like a squeak. He just nodded, taking a bite of his food like it was nothing.

He’d said it so casually that Ami hadn’t even noticed, instead pouring herself more of her drink and commenting on how Kenji had healed up. You blinked, confused, and turned as he held his arm out, flexing it.

“Yeah, quicker than I thought,” he said. You could see the faint outline of his muscles through the fabric and were so prepared to just jump out the window, then and there. He must have caught you staring because, without turning his head, he locked eyes with you and fucking winked.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together and trying to ignore every instinct in your body screaming at you to throw yourself across the table. “You got hurt?”

He dropped his arm back to his side, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. It’s fine now though.”

You didn’t press any farther, just eating your food in flushed silence, trying to ignore the burning you could feel in between your thighs.

“How’d you get here, [name]?” Ami asked. You stared desperately at your phone screen.

“Cab,” you muttered, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck. The app was empty. “But there aren’t any available.”

You checked the time. Half past eleven. You shivered, the night air biting at your skin. Ami looked at you, concerned. “Should I drop you?”

“No. No.” Guilt ate away at your gut. “No, you need to get home to Chiho, and I’m in the completely opposite direction- it’s not worth it.” You stepped back, and you could feel Kenji look over your shoulder at your screen. He leaned down to your level, breath warm on your ear. You shivered again, but not from the cold. “I’ll just wait until something shows up.”

“What’s your address?” He tilted his face slightly towards you, before pulling away. You stared at him, then frowned at him slightly, opening your mouth to reply, but Ami cut in.

“Look, I-“ she glanced at her watch. “I really need to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, [name].”

You waved her off. “Don’t be.”

And she was gone, her car rolling off. You looked back at Kenji, and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling your address.

He tapped something into his phone, and his face twisted into a satisfactory grin. “It’s on the way to mine. So I’ll just drop you.” He started walking down the street.

You stumbled after him. “Oh- are you- are you sure?”

He turned, walking backwards, in the same direction but facing you know as he shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Better than waiting around in the cold for a ride.”

“R-right.”

He led you to where a motorbike was parked, and you blinked. “You rode here on a motorcycle?”

He shrugged his blue biker’s jacket off, and without warning, draped it over your shoulders. “Yeah. Surprised?”

“I… don’t know.” Your face was burning at the action. “Are you sure…” you fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

He waved his hand at it dismissively. “Take it. You look cold.”

You fell silent. Then: “I don’t have a helmet.”

He reached into a compartment, pulling one out. “Spare. For situations like this, I guess. Comes in handy.”

“Situations like this?” You echoed, as he stepped towards you, setting the helmet down over your head and fastening it tight. Your heart was going a million miles a minute.

“When I have to make sure a pretty girl like you gets home, obviously,” he said casually, but the look on his face betrayed his nonchalant tone. He clambered onto the bike. “Come on, then. Get on.”

You blinked, face burning even harder than before, but did as he told you to.

“Thanks. For taking me home, I mean.”

He looked up at you as you pulled the helmet off your head, imitating the action himself. A strand of hair fell in front of his forehead. “Don’t think about it,” he shrugged, and your grip on the helmet tightened as you clutched it to your chest.

“Oh, but I will.” You dropped your voice to a husky whisper, and watched his jaw clench. Oh thank you god, I remember how to flirt. Kind of.

Now it was his turn to become flustered, as he gave you another grin, shaky this time. “Really?” He asked, voice hoarse. You stepped back, towards your house.

“You should come inside,” you suggested. “It’s not that late.”

He raised his eyebrow. “It’s almost midnight,” he laughed, but didn’t object to your offering, licking his lips nervously. You paused your walk up towards your front door, turning and looking at him expectantly.

“Oh, fuck this,” he muttered, abandoning the bike and walking towards you. Your stomach exploded into a flurry of butterflies as you both hurried towards your front door.

You bit back a whimper as his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with a hunger you hadn’t been met with before. The door hadn’t even shut before his hands were on your waist, dragging you close to him- and then it was, and he pinned you against it, your back pressing into the ridges of the wood.

He pulled away, both of your breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours, eye contact unwavering. He cursed under his breath. “Sorry- I should have- I should have asked.”

You were barely able to move your mouth, shaking your head lightly. “It’s fine,” you breathed, and his eyes flicked back down to your lips, grip on your waist tightening. “You didn’t have to.”

“God, you’re-“ he choked on his own words. “You’re pretty.”

You didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was capturing yours again, heat burning all over as one of his hands wandered to grip your nape, holding you steady. His teeth grazed your lip and you gasped, but he pulled away, pressing kisses all the way down your jaw and collarbone, leaving a trail of blooming bruises in his wake. His other hand fell from your waist to hip, pressing you close up against him, and heat pooled in your core.

“Ken,” you managed to whisper weakly through the dizzying haze clouding your mind. He paused, teeth pressed against your skin, and he leaned back up to you, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear, humming. “Are you sure this is a g-good idea?” Your voice was shaking. He frowned, pulling away, and his fingers dug into your hips.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” His voice was husky with desire, eyes trained on your every movement. You could feel his breath on your skin. You opened your mouth, searching for a reason, but couldn’t find any. He trailed his fingers down your neck, brushing over the marks, to the collar of your top, tugging at it. “Come on.”

You stumbled after him, shedding the jacket, ignoring it as it fell to the floor, and he pulled you down onto the couch with him, hands on your waist. You fell into his lap, straddling him. He grinned. “Still can’t find a reason?”

“…No.”

“Then just relax,” he told you, lips still pressed against your jaw, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your top. “Because I’m about to make you feel really good.”

At his words you bit back a moan, sucking in a harsh breath as you bit your lip, involuntarily rolling your hips against him. He hissed, tipping his head back. You were certain his hands were going to leave marks everywhere they touched, feeling them dig into your hips as you dove onto his neck, suckling and biting, anything to repay the affection he’d shown you earlier.

His hand fisted your hair, gently but firmly tugging you back and away. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Just let me do my thing, okay?”

You looked at him, confused, and slightly hurt, until he quickly pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “I said I’d make you feel good, so just sit back and let me, got it?”

You didn’t argue with him, not when he flipped you around so that your back was pressed against the couch, or when he sank to his knees, pushing your legs open, letting out a shaky breath as your skirt hiked right up your thighs.

He let out a breathless laugh. “You’re wet,” he teased, his hot breath hitting your skin. He pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, making you shiver, then another, each one lasting longer before the one before, leaving marks littering all over your inner thighs. You bit your lip- the mere sight of his face in between your legs was enough to get you dripping, even more than you were before, and he seemed to notice, because he let out an amused chuckle.

“Wh-what?” Your voice was broken, and hitched when he pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, sending a jolt of pleasure into your cunt. He smirked at your reaction.

“Nothing,” he murmured, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your soaked panties, tugging them slowly down your legs. Your teeth pressed down on your bottom lip harder. His eyes flicked up to meet your expression. “What? Nervous?”

You didn’t reply, just shaking, and he let out a slow breath, pressing his lips back against your inner thigh as his expression softened. “Don’t be, baby.” His lips curled back into his signature grin. “I told you you could relax, remember?”

You flushed, and nodded.

Without warning, he dove in, lips pressing down on your clit. You whimpered, not even enough time to react before his tongue licked a long strip up your entrance, making you twitch and spasm, throbbing pleasure aching. Your legs instinctively pulled together but he forced them back apart, tongue tracing slow patterns across your bundle of nerves, eyes hooded with lust as he watched your flinch and gasp.

You let out a broken whimper of his name, and felt him tense under you- but he didn’t stop his movements, slipping his tongue in between your folds, stretching you out with his fingers. You bucked your hips, but he grabbed your hip with his other hand, pinning you down to keep you from moving. “Shhh,” he whispered, his low voice sending vibrations into your core. You let out a desperate moan- it took everything in you to not desperately start grinding against his face. He chuckled slightly at your pitiful state, turning his attention back to your dripping cunt, slipping a finger inside. Your back arched, hand flying to your mouth to clamp over it. A finger slipped inside, curling to hit that sweet spot- you almost saw stars.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, screwing your eyes shut. “I think I’m gonna cum-“

He simply hummed at your words, the vibrations of his voice sending another shockwave through you, lapping at you like he was hungrier than before, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. You knew what he was saying.

Go on. Cum.

And you did, a broken cry of his name slipping past your lips as the orgasm crashed over you, legs shaking as he drew out your high for as long as possible. And when you finally came down he pushed himself up, towards you, capturing your lips in another feverish kiss.

You could see the shaky movements of his chest as he breathed heavily, feel his boner pressed up against you, his face flushed and burning to the touch. You pulled away.

“Are you… shoud I…” You reached for his zipper, despite the fact your voice was heavy with fatigue but he just shook his head, laughing breathlessly.

“No, no, I… don’t worry about me.” He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’ll just- where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the corridor, first door on the left,” you mumbled, slumping back. He stood up, adjusting your head on the couch.

“Okay, I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

You heard his footsteps hurry away and the door shut.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed, with you laying on the couch, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you heard his footsteps approach you again. You looked up at him drowsily.

“Hey.” Your voice was barely audible. “You should stay here for the night.”

He opened his mouth, but didn’t object, even when you waved him over to lay next to you. You settled on top of him, laying your head on his chest. His arm looped around your waist.

“[name],” he muttered. You lifted your head. “Is this just a… one time thing?”

You tilted your head. “Do you want it to be?”

He frowned, then shook his head. “No. No, I don’t.”

You smiled. “Me neither.”

☆ A/N: visit either the first tag or the pinned post to find the other chapters!

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moviecritc · 8 months ago

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strawberry shortcake ⋆ carlos sainz smau

pairing: carlos sainz x reader (fc: various from pinterest)

summary: everyone is surprised about the woman that carlos is dating, knowing how classy he is

warnings: some hate comments

a/n: i'm blonde and i'm planing to do pink highlights for this summer, so this seemed fun to do <3

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yourbff stop being so cool you're making others seem lame

user1 is this carlos new gf?

user2 i think she is! they were seen together two weeks ago, he soft launched a dinner and now she's posting watching the race, so they probably are

alexandrasaintmleux ohh gorgeous 😍 liked by author

user3 girl you're like 27 what are you doing dying your hair pink

user4 nah some people are allergic to having personality

carlossainz55 🥰🌶️

user5 pls tell me that he's just being friendly user6 no bc what is he doing with a girl like that... she looks so messy user7 that's exactly what i was thinking! nothing against her, but she's not the type of woman for carlos

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user1 i'm sorry, but she's a no for me

user2 she works in fashion????

user3 ultimate cool girl frr

user4 ok i've stalked her and she is GORGEOUSSS, and effortlestly cool?? i would die for being half cool of her

user5 dying my hair pink rn

user6 i can't believe there's people saying that she's not enough for carlos?? girl, carlos is not enough for HER

user7 FRRR she is THAT GIRL, in capital letters and bold

user8 i've dig a little and i found a few things: she was born in ireland (irish queen, i can't imagine how cool is to hear her talk), studied marketing at trinity college and moved to london a few years ago, she was a month in madrid last march (probably when she met carlos)

user9 i mean cool, but please go touch some grass

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yourusername 🤞🏻🔜

user1 SHE'S COMING TO A RACE? user2 honestly i would be embarrased to go to a gp with her

user4 carlos you have to update your taste in women bc wtf

user5 imagine calling yourself a carlos fan and hating on his gf who literally did nothing

user6 we're not hating, she's just vulgar, that's factual

user7 i can't believe people is making this post all about his relationship

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user1 her outfits are in another level

user2 Carlos couldn't stop touching her, he's DOWN BAD

user3 she looks so sweet, i don't understand the hate

user4 she's iconic, you guys are just boring people

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[caption 1: gettin ready for the race 💋] [caption 2: thank you for this @scuderiaferrari]

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carlossainz55 c'mere i need my good luck kiss

carlossainz55 i mean you ARE the prettiest and i'm the luckiest

user1 ok you actually look nice

user2 first time i see one of the wags being grateful with the team

Carlos interview after quali

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f1 CARLOS SAINZ WINS IN AUSTRALIA 🤩

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user1 SMOOOTHHH 🌶🌶

user2 and this man doesn't have a seat?? be ffr

user3 ALL I SEE IS SAINZ, ALL I SEE IS CARLOS SAINZ 💅🏼

user4 and that podium>>>>>

user5 YESSS his gf was there and looked so so happy user6 omg i saw it!!

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user7 oh hi y/n user8 you speak spanish? user9 i love her. i don't care you guys don't, but she's da best

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carlossainz55 Unforgettable weekend ❤️💛

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yourusername Beyond proud of you darling ❤️🥹 liked by author

carlossainz55 Te amo ❤️ user2 AAAAHH I LOVE EM user3 brb im taking a bath with a toaster

user1 so we're hard launching now?

user2 she's his lucky charms, 100% sure

user3 bro casually hard launches in his race win post

user4 carlos and y/n picture was a jumpscare. but like a good jumpscare, and not scary at all im actually in love with them

user5 looking for a third?

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carlossainz55 Te amo, hermosa. My lucky charm 🍀👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

yourusername Can't wait to the next one 😊😊 user2 I CAN'T THEY'RE TOO PRECIOUS user3 there's nothing better than private but not secret but also not too private relationships

user1 I thought i was early but carlos' already here

user4 and they've been dating for over a year, if i had to wait so much to post carlos sainz i would've died

user5 ugly as fuck liked by author

user6 not y/n liking it- user7 LMAO I ADORE HER

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yourusername i'm afraid that's you hun ❤️ user8 this is so cute ngl user9 wags that get along with each other >>>

user10 y/n, do you speak spanish?

yourusername Un poco, Carlos me está enseñando 🥰 (a little bit, Carlos is teaching me)

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elleuk He was the only non-Red Bull Racing race winner in last season in Formula 1, and the first one this year. And althought his place in F1 is still unknown, it is certain that Carlos Sainz has already left a legacy in the sport.

The April issue of ELLE UK is out March 28. Read the interview at the link in our bio.

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user1 Oh we all know who edited this pictures

user6 and he even changed the pfp to the first one, he's obsessed

carlossainz55 Thinking of pursuing a modeling career after this

yourusername You should. I'll edit your pics 🤝 user3 i'll tell my kids they were adam and eve

user2 the pictures are fabulous

user7 we all say together: thanks y/n

user4 WE'RE BEING FED WITH THIS PICTURES

user5 why is anybody talking about the interview?? he's the CUTEST talking about her

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educatedsimps · 8 months ago

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— bonus headcanons, iwaizumi hajime

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: idea dump based on this iwa request (main fic) so this is basically just everything i wanted to put into the fic but i kinda lost the energy and the bandwidth to write everything up to the standard i wanted so now this exists HAHA hope u like this and tysm for reading! :)

headcanons under the cut!

You remember asking him once, "Hajime, why do you do that?"

And he replied "Do what?" with deadass the most confused look on his face.

"Kiss my wrists and palms all the time," You clarified.

"Oh," He stopped. "Yeah, why do I do that-"

ok so basically, Iwa finds the wrists a very delicate part of the body, and given his experience as a volleyball player, and the nature of his job, he takes extra special care of them.

he remembers his coaches always reminding him and his teammates not to injure their wrists during training, which translates to "YOU BETTER HAVE GOOD FORM WHILE SPIKING, SERVING AND SETTING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

anyway, i think he started noticing wrists when he was in high school, especially since he was seijoh's ace and had to use his wrists a lot to spike. he probably injured his wrist(s) once and has always listened to his coaches ever since.

now that he's a professional volleyball trainer he makes sure that his athletes don't injure their wrists either.

so i think all of this adds to why he pays extra attention to your wrists especially.

bonus if your job requires you to use or rely on your wrists a lot, eg. musician (like me), athletes, surgeon, author, artist, etc... idk.

YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT HE DOESN'T GIVE THE BEST 👏 FKING 👏 MASSAGES 👏 ON EARTH 👏 and at the end of the massage he'll always kiss your hands and wrists and idk why but it just feels so chivalrous. like ofc it feels intimate when you hold his face in your hands and he plants kisses on your wrists/palms and but sometimes it just feels so chivalrous and gentlemanly ykwim?

OMG WHEN HE PROPOSES TO YOU like after he slides the ring onto your finger AND THEN KISSES YOUR WRIST/HAND AND IT FEELS LIKE YOUR HEART COULD EXPLODE 'cause i know mine would actually explode if he did that.

anyway some instances i thought of adding to the fic (but couldn't cuz i don't have the ability or capacity to write them out well) include:

waking up in the morning together or when you hold his face and kiss his forehead (these two are in the main fic linked above!)

when you're cuddling on the couch after a long day and just watching a show together or napping. if you're laying on him and touch his face he'll 100% kiss your wrists/palms

when he hugs you from behind and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair (like when you're cooking dinner together or something) and he'll pull your hand down to kiss your wrist

when you hug him with your arms around his neck and he catches your wrist before you pull away

when you shower together (SFW, DON'T WORRY) and you're facing each other and he's tilting his head / bending down while you wash his hair or massage his scalp and when you're done washing it he'll give your wrists a gentle kiss before returning the favour

BONUS: when he holds your face in his hands and you decide to give him a taste of his (very sweet) medicine. you’d twist your head to kiss his wrist and then his palm and he'd be BLUSHING because he's usually the one who does that AND HE'S SO CUTE he's like, "hey... you can't do that. i'm supposed to be the one doing that for you." while blushing and smiling and getting a lil shy and everything and HE'S JUST TOO CUTE FOR MY HEART 😭😭💕

a/n: ok that's all for the iwa brainrot ... i'm kidding, the iwa brainrot will never end. THANKS FOR READING THOUGH and thank you anon for sparking my two week long obsession with iwa once again

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader fluff #hq iwaizumi #hq

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victorianbatman · 11 months ago

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ATLA/LOK incorrect quotes

F, M & GN reader | every scenario without the readers gender being specified is Gender Neutral.

Bolin, on the phone with Mako: Mako, I need you to come pick me up.

Mako: Why?

Bolin: Y/n is busy passive-aggressively doing the dishes they asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Bolin: This house is not safe anymore.

Mako: Hey, whats for dinner?

Bolin: I cant tell you, its a soup-rise.

Mako: Is it soup?

Y/n: We soup-ose is could be.

Mako: Enough with the soup puns you two.

Bolin: Aww, you never soup-port our jokes.

[Five minutes later]

Mako: It was fucking tacos.

Mako: The stars look really pretty tonight.

Y/n: Yeah, they do.

Mako: You know who else looks pretty tonight?

Y/n: Asami.

Mako, at the same time: Korra.

Y/n: What?

Mako: What?

Toph: Do you do anything other than whine like a little bitch?

Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch.

Mako, not looking up from his book: What did she(Kuvira) do now?

Y/n: SHE SMILED!

Mako: At you?

Y/n: No, at her dumb friends, but she looks like an angel.

Mako: Go away, Y/n.

Y/n: Shut up, I watched you pine after Korra while in a relationship with Asami.

Mako: Go on.

Korra: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Lin: That’s not how you make cookies.

Y/n: FLOOR IT!

Bolin: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?

Lin: yOURE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!!

Korra: IM GONNA HARVEST THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!

Y/n&Bolin: DO IT!

Lin: NO-

Korra: I’m small, but knowing.

Tall!Y/n: You dont be knowing what the top of a shelf looks like though.

Korra: …

Tall!Y/n: …

Korra: Bitch.

Bolin and Mako watching Y/n from a distance chase a squirrel.

Bolin: Thats the person I see myself married to in the future.

Bolin: Thoughts?

Mako: …

Bolin: …

Mako: ..and prayers, bro.

Y/n: My autistic friend(book 1 zuko) is my favourite person on the planet. I asked if he would still be friends with me if I got a mullet and without looking up he said “we are not friends” like ok bestie.

Korra: Theres only one thing worse than losing.

[Tips over paper saying ‘losing Y/n’]

Y/n: Me.

Korra: No-

Y/n: Are you sure you’re ok?

Zuko, crying: Yeah, it’s just these onions, man.

Y/n: …

Zuko: …

Y/n: Those are potatoes.

[Asami, puts on chapstick]

Y/n: What flavour is that?

Asami: oh its [chapstick flavour].

Y/n: Lemme taste.

Asami: Sure.

[hands chapstick]

Y/n, kisses Asami

Y/n: Shit it does actually taste like [Chapstick flavour].

[Asami blushing like crazy]

Y/n: Aang, why do good people die young?

Aang: When you are in a garden full of flowers, which one do you pick?

Y/n: The ugly ones.

Aang: Exactly- wait wait what, why?

Y/n: Because ugly bitches dont belong in my garden.

Toph: Hi, im your doctor today, I’ll be drawing your blood as soon as I’m done with my capri sun.

[Misses the hole four times before finally getting the straw in]

[Y/n, sweats profusely]

Sokka: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Y/n: You forgot me and Suki back in the fire nation 3 weeks ago.

Sokka: I did that on purpose, try again.

Y/n: Listen to me, love is a scam.

Bolin: You’re making a valentines card for Mako right now.

Y/n, points glue gun at him: You’re on thin fuckin ice.

Zuko: Whats with the napkin on the glass door?

Y/n: Aang keeps walking into the glass door, so I thought this might help.

Aang: Oh cool, a floating napkin!

[Walks into glass door]

#atla #lok #x reader #korra x reader #bolin x reader #mako x reader #asami x reader #sokka x reader #toph x reader #zuko x reader #aang x reader #atla x reader #lok x reader

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moonydustx · 1 year ago

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To belong to you

requests | mastelist Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x F! Reader Summary: sequel of A not so funny story. In this one, we see Law dealing with a somewhat stubborn reader, while he can barely deal with his feelings. Warnings: fluffy, a little hotter at the end, violence, Law exposing his feelings (this will always be a warning for me). W/C: 3.5K a/c: tried not to take so long to produce, but I ended up getting carried away by the text. Regarding the smutty, I'm thinking about bringing it to a third part, I believe this one was too big. Hope you like.

requested by anon: ok ok now m waiting for a sequel with an overprotective-clingy-lover emo boy Law who keeps reader at his sight❣️ ~ maybe a smutty? idk just give me some more Law

Part 1 | Part 3 (NSFW)

A week, two days and a few hours.

For a week, two days and a few hours Law's sleep became scarcer - which seemed impossible - at the same time, he seemed to have found a new hobby. You.

Since the fateful day he discovered what he had done, even if unconsciously, Law had made it his duty to be your support point. At the same time, even though he dedicated himself to repairing this mistake, nightmares continued to haunt the little sleep he still had. Some days, it was as if he only revisited the afternoon he saw you hurt. In others, it was as if he was fully aware of what he had done.

You didn't complain about all that attention. Of course, the guilt was clear in his eyes and you wished you could lift such a burden from him, but Law's temperament was already known as irreducible, it was almost impossible for you to become the person who would change that.

Sleep had also left you aside that night. Maybe because you were anxious, the next morning you would be emerging on the next island and you would finally see the sunlight again. Maybe your mind kept playing tricks and unlike the nightmares that Law had, you kept having dreams that were closer and closer to him.

What you had left that night was to catch up on your studies. The small stack of books piled up next to your small green notebook while you had been sitting on one of the cafeteria benches for half an hour facing the same calculation.

"I didn't expect to find company at this hour." Law appeared at the cafeteria entrance. The same tired eyes, but the gentle tone in his voice pleased you. "Sleepless?"

"I've been in bed for a long time this week, Captain. What about you, sleepless?"

"I ended up distracted by reading. I just came to get something to eat." he walked past you, heading over to one of the counters. "Did you remember to drink your tea?"

"Perhaps." you just responded and you could hear him grumble in response. It only took a few minutes for the cup to appear in front of him. "Do I really need to take this? It's horrible!"

"It's a medicine, its function is to be horrible, but to end up curing you." surprising you, he sat next to you. Next to it, a plate with some onigiris. You just looked at Law and your horrible cup of tea. "What?"

"How can such a pretty drink, full of flowers, be so horrible?"

"Drink it." in a way, you knew that his impatient tone at that moment wasn't serious at all. "I promise to reward you."

"Saying it like that, I feel like a child." you grumbled, taking a sip of your drink and trying to avoid the disgusted look on your face. Law, unlike you, seemed to enjoy his late dinner. "Next time, please give me poison. I will die happy."

"Good girl, congratulations." he said, in a cynical tone. Even so, the words pointed to another place in your mind. "I bet it wasn't that horrible."

"Said the one who's gorging himself on onigiri." With your complaint, Law just stretched out the piece he had already taken a bite of.

Maybe your intrusive thoughts, maybe it was just the desire to get the horrible taste out of your mouth, but you accepted what he offered.

She's just taking a piece. Law's mind looped through the seconds you bit the food. The lack of sleep must be playing tricks on him, making him imagine things he shouldn't. Are your lips as soft as they seem?

"So. What are you studying?" Law's brain went blank, searching for the first random topic that crossed his mind.

"Blood. In fact, I took a calculation to do and ended up getting lost. In the book it seems so much simpler."

"Let me see." He set the plate aside and approached your notebook.

Gray eyes looked attentively at each written number and you were busy analyzing it. The smell that came from him was the same as the t-shirt you had worn that day, his eyes had clear dark circles beneath them and even though it wasn't perfectly done, the little beard he had seemed to outline his face and seemed to match the dark tone. of the small piece of his tattoo that showed.

"So…" he began, pointing to the notebook. "Here, you're taking the wrong route. To calculate this type of transfusion, first you have to base it on the patient's weight and then use this formula. See."

You were too distracted by him and he was too distracted by the silly calculation you were so lost in. When he turned to ask if you understood, the only thing he found were your eyes watching him. Just a few centimeters away, his eyes danced between yours and your lips, wondering if the action would be hasty. Maybe it wasn't ideal to take the risk.

"Nerd." You muttered, letting out a small laugh.

"Just smarter than you." he replied, pulling away a little. "Take one more."

"Thank you captain!"

The night passed faster than you expected. Accompanied by Law, you spent most of the night redoing some exercises while he helped you, or at least watched you. And even though sleep hit your body, it was hard to close your eyes and sleep after spending so much time with him.

The morning came quickly and as usual on the days you emerged, you and Bepo were standing just staring at the sun on your skin. Some other companions were already beginning to disembark.

"I found you." Law's voice brought them both out of their little sunbath. "You take care of buying food."

"Ay captain!" Bepo reached out his hand, picking up the berries.

"You." He turned around, looking at you seriously. "No running, no heavy lifting, no long walks."

"All right, boss." you saluted, just to annoy him and watched him leave, without giving much more explanation.

The afternoon passed quickly in the small village. At least in the commercial part of the village, everything seemed very busy and colorful, as well as having huge taverns that you would definitely go to.

In addition to you and Bepo, the two also dragged Clione along for the task, which wasn't enough. Despite the captain's clear warning, you managed to convince Bepo that it was just an idle worry, which ended with you carrying some bags under your back.

"Need help?" the bear climbed Polar Tang first, reaching out to you.

As soon as you appeared in the Heart Pirates captain's field of vision, you knew you were in trouble. The blue dome enveloped you and soon the weight lifted from your back. Instead, two small flowers appeared on the ground.

"It seems the two of them decided to ignore my warning." Law grumbled as you picked up the two colorful branches that were at your feet.

"My fault, there's no need to fight him." you took the lead, going to where Law was standing. Around him, in addition to the bags he had taken from you, were a few small bouquets of plants and flowers, all as colorful as the city they had just visited. "What are these?"

"Just a few missing ingredients can become medicine, tea, ointments." he bent down, plucking a small yellow flower and handing it to you. "Something tells me your favorite is this one."

"Oh, God no." the image of last night's horrible tea came to mind. you held the flower up to your nose. The sweet smell was delicious, but just remembering the taste made your stomach turn. "It's so beautiful, but so bad." you made to return it, seeing him raise his hand and deny it.

"It is not necessary."

"Thanks." you laughed, pinning the small flower to the zipper of your jumpsuit.

"Captain." two humming voices came towards you. "What do you think about going to a bar today?"

"You can go." he responded to Shachi and Penguim, who were not convinced and joined in a chorus of please. "I'm not in the mood."

"Please, Captain. The town seems nice, I bet the bars are too." you joined the other two, interceding.

You knew that Law wasn't the most sociable person in the world, but if there was something you could boast about, it was your power of persuasion - which you hadn't yet realized only worked on him.

"Okay, okay." he gave up, seeing the three of you cheer up and Bepo shouting happily in the background. "However, no alcohol for you."

"Yet?" you grumbled, but his expression already made the answer clear. Your power of persuasion wouldn't work this time.

You weren't the type to take alcohol seriously enough for it to bother you, just going to a new place would be good enough for you. As soon as night fell, you started getting ready. As much as you wanted to wear something lighter, you didn't know how comfortable you would feel showing the scar on your leg, even though it was already partially healed, it wasn't such a pretty sight. You put on pants and a simple, comfortable blouse and headed towards the bar with Ikkaku.

Law watched you from afar. Unlike most of the women there, you weren't balancing on thin heels or with a face so adorned with colors that made your real expression disappear. You were you.

He saw you sit at one of the tables with the other companions. Everyone with drinks in front of them, except you. He could use some alcohol on him to give him the courage he lacked, but he knew it would be unfair. Ignoring the judgmental looks, he ordered two glasses of juice and took them to the table, looking for a place to sit.

"No vodka?" Ikkaku looked at the cup in front of you and the cup in front of the captain. "This is new."

"I'm banned until further notice." you replied, raising your glass to toast your captain. "At least someone had compassion on me."

"So cute." Ikkaku cheered and you surreptitiously tried to elbow her. "So, I saw people playing in the background. She can play, right captain?"

"As long as she doesn't bet Polar Tang." he replied, a shy smile on his lips. As much as he didn't admit it out loud, something woke up in him when the two of you were in some way related. "I think betting a mink could make some good money." he turned to Bepo, who immediately complained.

"Never!" you stood up, placing yourself next to Ikkaku and picking up your glass. "I'll be right back, I'll take the money from some idiots." you smiled, turning your face towards your captain. A soundless thank you left your lips, as you pointed to the glass in your hands.

Law tried to disguise it, tried to ignore your presence. It was as if your body had some kind of magnet, which made it find you in the midst of so many people who crowded into that bar.

The first time he looked at you, you and Ikkaku were side by side singing something that he couldn't hear from where he was, around you some other people were singing and others were playing cards. He could see some looks that bothered him. Why did they look at you like that? Law could feel the repulsion of those men, even from a distance.

The second time, the two of you seemed to be dealing the cards. A man next to you, one of the same ones who was looking at you, seemed to whisper something in your ear that seemed to have offended you. The expression soon disappeared from your face, returning to a calm expression. At that moment, Law could feel his body tingle and had to suppress the urge to make the man's head roll off his body, even though he had no idea what he had said to you.

The third time, the only thing Law saw was your head being pushed against the table, after that he only saw red and pure hatred in front of him. The other crew members with whom he shared the table only noticed a small playing card slowly fall towards the upholstery.

This time you hadn't stolen in the game but apparently some bastard decided you were hiding some cards. You felt your head against the table and you could hear Ikkaku swear. You could easily get out of there and reach for your dagger hidden in your boot, you could also trip and see the guy hit his own head against the table. You knew you wouldn't need to do anything when you saw a blue dome appear in front of you.

Unlike the many times you had seen him fight, Law didn't use his sword or his devil fruit. His hands reached for the man, twisting his arm and slamming his head against the table, ten times harder than what had been done to yours. The other man, who was restraining Ikkaku, immediately released her.

"What happened?" he asked and you knew the question was directed at you, even though he kept pinning the man against the table.

"They thought we were stealing in the game."

"He said we would pay for what we stole from him with money or anything else we could offer." Ikkaku added, as you stood up and untied your clothes.

"The bastard likes to threaten others." Law muttered and within seconds, the man's head rolled on the table, as he screamed desperately, not understanding what had happened. Looking around, Law reached for a small knife and immediately stuck it to the side of the man's head. "Next time I see you, I won't need to use any power to rip your head off."

Law walked away, his eyes immediately searched for you. You had your back to him, checking to see if your friend had gotten hurt.

"Are you two okay?" he walked closer, searching for any signs of injury on the two of you. At that point in the fight, the entire crew was already gathered alongside.

"It's okay captain, it was just that asshole. The others tried to help us." Ikkaku explained.

"Understood." He tried to calm things down, still thinking about what that stupid guy could have done if, for some moment, you had left his sight.

"For today, that's enough." you sighed, trying to give your best smile, which with all the stress caused, seemed impossible. "I'm going back to Polar Tang. I think today's activities tired me out."

You lied, blatantly. You weren't tired, on the contrary. The whole fight, Law showing up to defend you, that had lit you up. The only question that was going through your head was where Law's anger had come from. It wasn't the first time you ended up fighting with someone in a bar and every time Law would just laugh a little or if things got out of hand, He gave a little fright to anyone who even touched his crew. Today the gray eyes that accompanied you so much appreciate you full of fury.

"I'll join you. You guys, enjoy." Law took out some berries and placed them in Ikkaku's hand. "The next rounds are on me."

Bepo made to accompany you two, but was stopped by his friends. They seemed to see the entire situation clearer than the two of you ever would.

The walk to the submarine was quiet, much quieter than you were used to. Despite the beat, your head didn't hurt besides the fact that you saw Law analyze every inch of you after the argument.

Even after entering Polar Tang, silence prevailed between the two of you, it bothered you a lot more than you tried to show. Taking much smaller steps than Law's, you tried to catch up to him before he locked himself in his room and then you'm will only see him the next morning.

"Hang on!" You tried to follow him and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew he had heard you. "Captain!"

"I don't want to talk about it right now." he replied, stopping in front of his room.

"I am sorry but no." you replied and understanding that perhaps you had a discussion too serious to have there in the middle of the corridor, you just indicated the door behind him. "Let's just talk, just five minutes of your attention, okay?"

He could feel the blood boil in his veins, the words burned in Law's throat. Damn that damn bar, damn all the things that still haunted his mind. He had fallen, and fallen hard.

"I understand." you leaned the door behind you, keeping your arms crossed. "I understand all your concern, I mean, you have been carrying a burden that is not yours."

"No?" he laughed, almost cynically. "I won't apologize for that."

"What about all that at the bar?" you asked, approaching him. "About almost killing a guy over a card game."

"He was hurting you." the words came out of his mouth, bluntly.

You stopped a few centimeters away from him, watching him. You wanted to sound intimidating, you wanted to impose yourself on him, but it was him. It was the serious eyes looking down on you, the posture, the smell that emanated from him. As much as your brain tried to deny it, something in you liked - almost needed - Law to protect you.

"You know I'm not that fragile, right?" You held his arms, looking for even the slightest reaction. "I don't break so easily, if that's what makes you worry about me so much."

Law wished he had more time to plan, he wished he hadn't been as close to you as he was last week. That cat and mouse hunt between the two of you worked for a long time. It worked when he watched someone talk for too long over you and he chose to leave his jealousy aside, it worked when he watched you fight so many times and chose not to intrude, it worked when he saw your curves marked by any other clothes you wore ,except the crew's overalls, and he had to try his best not to look. It worked, sentence passed, something left aside.

"I like you." he began, the words coming out like relief from his lips. "I like you and to be honest, I don't know how to deal with it."

"Why not?"

"We are pirates, I have enemies, people who can use this to target me." he pointed to the space between the two of you. "I don't know if I can handle this, damn, I could barely hold my own against a drunk at the bar. I like you too much to risk you."

Just like the day he had seen you injured, his hands found your face, holding it as if it were the most precious thing Law had ever laid his hands on.

"I have a proposal." your hands found his, caressing them. "Here, in this room, just here it will be Law and me. Without all the worries of a captain, without all the responsibilities of a crew member, without fears. Just you and me, one belonging to the other. No one needs to know."

You wanted to say that maybe it wouldn't work and that maybe the two of you would just come out of this story more broken. You could also say that you would understand if he hated the idea. Before any words found the sound of the room, your lips were stolen by his.

None of Law's thoughts matched what he was feeling. Your lips giving way so he could taste a little of you. Your hands left his and spread out over the small gap in the open shirt he wore. Every inch of your body still seemed small for him to explore, his hands went down to your waist, almost merging his body with yours. He could stay there, in that room trapped with you for days. Damn the life of a captain, damn all the rationality he valued so much, you were more than enough.

"So…" you moved a few millimeters away from him, looking for just enough space to catch your breath.

One of his hands went up to your chin, one of his fingers running over your swollen and red lips in an almost sinful caress. How long did he wait to be like that?

One of his hands tangled in your hair, gently squeezing it so you could give him space. Law's lips - now warmer than when they first touched you - ran down your neck. You wouldn't take Law for an avid lover, but the way he held your body to his said completely the opposite.

"I accept your proposal." His low voice whispered next to your ear. His mind took him to dark places, but a little rationality still kept him lucid. "But maybe, maybe we should stop for now."

"No, we shouldn't." Serene eyes looked at him, but the malice in your words was clear.

"Yeah, we shouldn't."

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece fic #requests open

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rayhalloffame · 6 days ago

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Carmen Berzatto x reader

Carmy gives you some help when hosting a dinner party

The phone is propped up on the kitchen counter, Carmen’s calm voice coming through the speakers. It’s a recording of him preparing a dish that you’re replicating for some friends who will be joining you at your apartment tonight. It’s not that you can’t cook, you just need very specific instructions, and visual aids always help. Carmen prepared this dish at The Bear last week for family, just so he could make the tutorial for you. He even stocked your pantry with the proper ingredients.

You’re stirring the pot on the stove, and you swear you only glanced away for 2 seconds but when you look up, Carmen is dicing an onion and the pot has a lid on it. “There’s onions in this?” you wonder aloud. You remove the sauce to a cool burner so you can catch up. You send a picture of the diced onions to Carm when you’re done. The vegetable is just shy of a dice but you’re not as swift with the knife as Carmy is.

To: Bear

are these small enough that anne won’t notice? she hates onions

You return to the video to address the contents in the pot. On screen, Carmen collects the onion on his knife, removes the lid of the pot, and dumps the dice in. You’re ready to follow suit but when you glance inside the stainless steel, what was once smooth and buttery looks chunky with split oil and water. You take a picture and send it just as Carmen responds to your initial text.

From: Bear

should be ok

Then a FaceTime call comes through from him. His brow is creased so deep it might leave a permanent indent. “What’d ya do?” He’s looking very closely at his screen though you haven’t flipped the camera yet. You huff, sitting the phone back on the counter while you try to will the mixture into coming together. “Lemme see,” Carmen interrupts your vigorous mixing.

Reluctantly, you pick the phone up and reverse the camera to show the traitorous sauce. “I left it for like 3 minutes max, Carm,” you whine.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, scrubs at his forehead with his hand. He looks over his shoulder at what you remember is an engagement party that booked out the restaurant into the early evening. “I’ll cook,” he says when he looks back at the screen.

You flip the camera back to yourself and give him a puzzled look. “You’re there until at least 7. I know you’re making a late appearance but I don’t want you to have to cook after your long day.” You set the phone on the spice rack that hangs near the stove so he can see you and the food. “Just tell me how to fix it.”

Carmen laughs through his nose. “There’s no fixing that.” He chuckles again at the glare you send him through the screen. “I would love nothing more than to make dinner for our friends. Just put out a charcuterie board or somethin’ until I get there.” He watches you tilt your head in contemplation, still mixing the sauce futilely. When you relent with a sigh he gives you a lopsided grin. “Did well, baby. See ya in a bit.”

Hours later you’re sat with your friends in the living room, chatting and laughing over meats and cheese. Despite the very welcomed presence of your loved ones, you can’t help but focus on Carmen, towel thrown over his shoulder and arms flexing while he works in the kitchen. He contributes to conversations every now and again, laughing to himself when someone says anything particularly funny. You gravitate towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind where he stands at the stove. “Food’s almost done,” he comments.

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “Thanks for this.”

Carmen dips a spoon in the pot and blows on it before bringing it to your mouth to taste. You hum in satisfaction. “Course, angel.” He moves his body sideways and breaks the circle of your arms to wrap a bicep over your shoulder and tug you into him. He kisses the crown of your head then shoos you from the kitchen. The food is done soon, and you let Carmy pretend the flush in his cheeks is from the wine, rather than the shy pride from everyone singing his praises.

#the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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Immortal (Ghost x Medic!Reader Pt. 3)

"The path to paradise begins in hell."

— Dante Alighieri

Word count: 5.5 k

Summary: He knows now why he always returns to her. It's because he was injured. Badly, severely, life-threateningly injured – no, he was already deceased. What kind of a medic has the power to resurrect the dead? (Last part of Ghost stories.)

Tags/warnings: 18+ only. Angst, fluff, smut. Protective!Simon Ghost Riley. Graphic depictions of PTSD, suicidal thoughts and depression, mild violence. Emotional sex, love confessions, happy ending. Ghost POV.

"You can't come here, lieutenant. Not unless you're injured."

No one has ever scolded him.

He's the one who whips people into shape, who makes them recall who and where they are, that Task Force 141 is no place for fuckery. Now he's the one being reminded of his place.

Somehow it's ok to bring her flowers before dinner, but ever since he started to bring her coffee to get an excuse to see her at work, she began to shut down. He can fuck her doggy style at her place, but if he so much as lifts his mask to kiss the back of her neck at her office, she bats him away like an annoying fly.

And he's fucking confused.

He thought he was doing the right thing. He thought that women like to be courted. Now he's standing in the middle of her apartment, waiting for… he doesn't even know what. Pardon, perhaps.

"Why do you always call me lieutenant?"

"Well I can't call you Simon at work, can I?"

She's chaste and decent. Has been like that for a while now, retreating back to her role of a distant professional.

Something's troubling her, and he tries to get to the bottom of it. Tries his best to cheer her up, even if it's absurd that someone like him attempts to do that.

"Y'could use the alias."

"I'm not going to call you that."

She reads Virgil while making it clear that he's quite ridiculous. A ghost. It must remind her of a children's book rather than something stealthy and fatal; to her, it's a grown man's sad attempt to play a superhero.

"Did you come up with the name yourself?" Her voice has a whiff of irony as she finally spares him a glance from her hard-cover poetry.

"...No," he lies, too soon. Far too soon. She catches him on it, pants down.

"You're a silly, silly man." She shakes her head slowly and returns to her book. Last week, it was Dante who had better things to offer, far better things compared to him – such as a more poetic depiction of hell.

But even with the distant aura he can't quite pierce, she gives him a concept of what it would be like to have a home. A real home where you don't have to dread the evening and everything it brings out in people. Even when he was doing the SAS Fan Dance and lying on the cold ground to have a compulsory 2-hour shut-eye, he never missed home. The weather-beaten trail and a flapping tarp were still a cosier place than the one he'd left behind.

The closest thing to an actual home was always solitude. A few days without routine. A cold shower in the morning to wake him, but not frigid enough to kill the erection. A good, unhurried fap and some stale spit circling down the drain. No one giving him a pitiful eye for tossing old takeaway in the bin and opening the cupboard only to be met with some canned food and table salt.

Now, the first thing in the morning is the sensation of her. Fingertips sneaking their way under his arm and ghosting his stomach, stirring him so softly he doesn't quite know if he's gone to heaven. Home is a sleepy nest and slow kisses followed by the sounds of brewing coffee. Home has become a place of mundane tasks: helping her water the plants and tasting whether the vanilla pudding she made has enough sugar. Changing sheets together, listening to the fitful sea as it breaks upon the shore. Watching how she reads of the Trojan War.

When he just stands there, admiring how her manicured nails glide over the pages, she talks to him again without raising her lashes from the book.

"Did you need something?"

…You. All of you.

Now and forever.

"Ya wanna go out to eat tonight?"

Finally, he grabs her attention. The distance between them is sewn up so fast even a jerk like him can understand he finally made the right fucking move.

"What about your… The mask?"

He shrugs.

"I thought you liked my cooking," she gives him a smile. Sly… Foxy.

"I do. But let me feed you for a change."

He sees in that stare and the way she purses her lips that she's trying to prevent a dirty joke from coming out of her pretty little mouth. As much as he appreciates that little cunning look, as much as he loves when that mouth gets a little dirty, he's more than serious now.

"Come on. Let me take you out."

"Well. If you insist," she smiles, shuts the book, and flies to her closet to pull out a stunner of a dress.

…..…..…..

Her fingertips always make his cock stir. They were supposed to go to sleep – a rare thing, to not slip inside her after a nice lil evening. To his surprise she starts to trace the few hairs on his stomach, threading through them as they thicken below.

He can feel how she gets tense upon seeing that he's hard and heavy before she even reaches there. But she's not tense from anticipation.

"I overheard some of the guys talking about us. Or, well, me."

His cock gives a tug, and she still doesn't touch it.

"How I'm your luxury whore."

The curtain shifts as the wind plays with it: softly, while he's ripped out of the dark safety of the womb.

"Luxury…" She laughs, but it's bitter and thick. "Isn't it funny?"

He's hard now mainly because of the fury that rises. It ripples through his chest and pulls his stomach taut.

"Was it the rookie?"

He hears his voice from far away, from under the sea, but luckily, her hand brings him back. It's placed on him again, this time further up. She likes to trace the cavity between his pecs, pet the hair she finds there, too. Sometimes, she buries her face there and inhales his sweat, then uses that spot as her pillow. It's that very moment when he finds peace if he already hasn't by then.

"You don't have to defend my honour," the night speaks softly.

So, it was the rookie.

Nothing but a boy, younger than Soap and cockier than he was when he left Manchester with nothing but a duffel bag on his shoulder. Nothing but a boy, and she knows how boys are. She knows how boys talk. She wouldn't be in the Force if she took filthy quips seriously.

But this is fucking different. The fantasies of what he'll do to the fucker when he gets back get sicker and more beautiful by the second.

"Just… don't come there anymore unless you're injured. Ok?"

He can't hear her because the vile word overrides even the gorgeous visions of torture. It gathers up his throat as bile, and he barely has time to take a deep breath to force it down before it's too late.

"I'm gonna go take a shower."

"At this hour…?"

"Can't sleep anyway."

He reaches the bathroom just in time before the vomit flies. The power of it forces him on his knees, forces him to take hold of the door frame. Everything he fed to her shoots up, like it was only a dream that he could make her happy.

…Are you just here for sex?

Her shy question echoes from the tiles as another retch pulls the rest of his love out.

He's sweating worse than the time they had to operate him in the field, back when a bullet had worked its way through the naked spot between the straps of his plate carrier. The shower washes some of it away, but the stench stays, the foul word and the insolence, all the shallow things he has given her coat the insides of his mouth no matter how many times he tries to spit it away. The water only does so much, and she's still not asleep by the time he returns to her.

The luxury is waiting for him, silky and sweet.

Wet, even, if he wants.

"Baby… Honey?"

Baby.

He feels his guts in his throat again but swallows them down. She's beautiful, even when sad and sorry. Sorry, and for what? For him, instead of herself and what she's been called, the spite she has had to suffer simply for lying down in the filth with him.

"Are you okay...?"

"Yeah."

He goes to her, pulls her in his arms, and hopes he doesn't smell of puke.

"They're just words. Right?"

I'm more than just your whore, right?

Her hand doesn't shy away from the sweat that breaks through his back. She's not afraid of him, even when he's the monster she never asked for. He can respect that kind of fearlessness.

"You're awfully quiet," she tries.

Baby, please don't go berserk, is what he hears.

"Go to sleep, pet," he calls forth his softest voice, relieved to notice it sounds more like a lullaby than a command. He allows her to kiss him, wondering if she can taste the grave.

"Yes, sir," she breathes a soft smile in his mouth. Then she turns and coats herself with his arm. It must feel heavy around her, but she only gives a happy sigh. "I always sleep better with you. You feel so good… Safe."

He wonders how strange it is that love sometimes feels like pain. Her words come close to a knife slowly being pushed to his insides. They're still burning when she mutters the last essential thing, already half-asleep in his arms.

"They're just words, Simon…"

…..…..…..

He doesn't know much about poetry, but perhaps Dante was right.

The heart of hell is not a fiery lake of torment but an icy, cold, stagnant place. There's nothing there. Everything is frozen: screams, thoughts, even dreams.

He's walked through grey rubble and drenched asphalt, through alleyways of havoc and debris, he's trekked through desolate woodland and marsh. He's run through life like it's a day-to-day race to not get killed, but the worst of it isn't the bullets or the cold or the wind or the rain. It's the sleepless nights, the inertia. His soul in chains. On those nights, he wanted to get killed.

And yet, he's not the only one who has suffered the unfortunate event of being dragged through every plane of hell. He's not the first man to go through the funnel, nor is he the last. It only looks bad in a society where he's supposed to own a credit card and a house. It only tastes like shit when someone asks "How does it make you feel?"

People like him shouldn't go to therapy at all. His solution was to quit playing a modern man the minute he realized he's no longer fit for that role. He's simply a dead body, reanimated to serve a purpose. He's a sharp tool, a weapon. (A zombie.)

He serves the greater good, but everyone knows the greater good is propaganda too. There's no grand fight between light and darkness. Good and evil only conduct people's choices: even his old man must've thought he was making the world a better place by playing the rebel. He told him he served the Queen just to piss that sodded bastard off, but the truth is he never served anyone. Not even himself.

Now, there's an odd purpose to his task. Now, every cell in his body is full of animus.

He's an animated corpse, perhaps, but they forgot to bury the wrath.

"Where's the rookie?"

"Getting stapled."

"Where?"

Which room?

Which fucking room?

He doesn't stay to heed directions. He doesn't need them; his instinct tells him enough. He doesn't even bother to knock, simply barges in, only to see that the boy sits on the bed he used to sit on, in the exact same position as him. And he knows it's not just the blood loss that makes the fucker look so drowsy and smug.

The fury is pierced with an ice-tinged sword as he sees her gentle touch – she's tending to the wounds of an ungrateful kid with the same compassion she gives to all her patients, and the first thing on his mind is that she would make a good mother.

"What're you doing here?"

His voice is soaked in ash, but the boy only looks up from the bed with pure, trouble-seeking gall.

"What are you doing here…? Sir."

She's looking at him too. She's pleading with those eyes. Silently, desperately.

"You can't come here, lieutenant. Not unless you're injured."

Her request only now makes sense as he sees how the boy looks him up and down and sees there's not a scratch on him. There's no reason for him to be here other than to relieve the pain in his loins.

"Well… Have fun," the rookie jumps from the table, and the rage threatens to pull him underwater like a tide. He never needed anything but his voice to stop a man in his tracks. Not size, not rank, not even his reputation, just voice.

"My office. Five minutes."

The boy dares to give him another foul look.

"Is that all you need? Just five minutes?"

He even detects admiration in that stare – like he's some stallion, a prized old stud who receives fine mares to rut. Like the celestial woman standing behind this… boy is just some slag thrown to him like they threw to gladiators of old. His luxury whore.

The rookie finally catches the impending wrath that must swell and roil like sea inside the sockets of the skull.

Yes, boy.

Death is coming.

"Sir," the boy swallows with an arduous blob, then walks out of the goddess's domain, finally with some humility upon those shoulders.

The torture has already begun, and it shoots him full of sweet adrenaline. He tries to mask the rising war from her, but she sees enough just before he leaves her as well. Her words follow him but cannot penetrate the cloak of fury that shrouds him as he goes to prepare for carnage.

"Simon. I just stitched him together..."

…..…..…..

He doesn't solve the problem with a gun or a cock this time.

He uses his fists and a knife.

It should disgust him; how much he enjoys it. It's one of those rare occasions when he almost loses himself in the riptide of blood. The things he imagines are far worse than what he finally allows himself to do. When the boy has a split lip and half his face swollen so bad he can't even see from the bruise, when the wetness dampens the crotch area and threatens to stain the carpet, he lets him go.

"Get out."

He's a different man when he rises from beside that broken boy; from next to the knife he plunged to the floor an inch away from his face to make his intentions clear. The boy is stripped of all arrogance and probably regrets the day he got the splendid idea to insult a woman.

He doesn't have to get his hands deep into paperwork to have the rookie transferred; the boy does it for him. He leaves the base quietly as a shadow and with a face that looks like it has been forced through a waffle maker.

After that, everyone salutes him feet away.

His orders are obeyed without question, without a second's delay on missions. He has never pursued to be loved, but neither has he worked on making people fear him. Now he's not only a source of mystery and intrigue but also fear and wonder.

Soap isn't scared quite as shitless as the rest of them, but neither is he as friendly as he used to be. Price says nothing but he gets a few looks that tell him he has gone too far.

"You shouldn't have," she whispers when they're alone, stopping him in the quiet hallway. She's the only one who doesn't have fear and avoidance in her stare. If anything, the adoration in her eyes has deepened.

He has avoided her strictly, this time obeying her request not to go to her unless he has business there. He doesn't defend himself; he doesn't have the luxury to decide what should or shouldn't be done. He's not a saint nor a judge. He is territorial, though.

"You must be the craziest man I've ever met."

She talks to his shadow as he's standing only a few feet away, unable to touch her.

"Good."

"...and the most incredible."

His sharp intake of air hisses between them as the artificial light casts shadows in electric blue. She tries to thank him for bashing a face in, all her noble Hippocratic Oaths forgotten.

She takes a step – just one, to make it perfectly clear she wants to touch him too.

"You're a brute, Simon."

The woman's eyes are a deep sea of gratitude. He wonders if she's equally as wet between those legs. Her voice says it all: she likes brutes.

The worship in her stare makes him understand why wars have been waged – this is the reason why crusaders sloshed through rivers of crimson blood, why whole civilizations were destroyed. This is why swords are forged and guns are fired. He draws another breath to swear his allegiance, an oath bound in blood.

"No one's gonna call you a–"

She crosses the final breadth of air between them and lifts his mask.

…..…..…..

The waves crash on the shore like clockwork. To him, it's the sound of limbo.

The sea used to pull him in like a seductive pit, especially at night, during the sleepless shifts when he walked to the beach with nothing but the ghosts of all the people he had lost to keep him company. Watching all the futures and should have been's slowly drowning in the sea.

Now he’s here with a living being, and the cold, dead sea has turned into blooming fireworks of crimson and coral. The amnesia has turned into bliss; all the treasures lost in the depths suddenly wash up on the shore like a sunken hoard.

She takes her shoes off the minute they reach the shore, then descends the sands with laughter. She could be from a movie or a magazine, gliding through bleached gold with sunbeams in her hair, sandals dangling from the crook of her fingers, heathers kissing her feet as she dives down the path. Her smile eclipses even the setting sun, and for the first time ever, he thinks it might've been a stupid idea to enlist.

If there’s an opposite to ice and inertia, it's this.

It's her.

"You lied to me," she turns around but doesn't stop walking. "You have been to the beach."

She tilts her head as if reprimanding him, but he knows she's just laughing at his expense. She laughs at his name… She laughs at his broodings, she laughs at his shadows and his hubris.

"Does anyone else know about this place?"

"No."

There's no soul out here but theirs; even the seagulls have withdrawn to rest. She stops to admire the sun, features turning soft as she takes in her counterpart. Apparently, she likes his humble tribute, the scarcity he has to offer. Some hollow bones, his opinion of a beach. Emptiness… A day coming to an end.

"I have no words for this."

"It's just a beach," he offers, and swallows when she turns. When the fuck has he ever felt embarrassed? His mask is gone, so she can see him swallow again as she approaches. It's the strangest thing how she can still cause his heart to hammer in his chest. He's used to stepping into a hail of bullets, driving a truck through a wall, waiting for that last unaware step to lunge forth and slit a man's throat. The organ never wailed then.

Her eyes take in his every flaw and scar, the rotten work on his skin before she wraps her hands around his neck.

"No. No it's not. This is paradise."

She has to rise on her toes to kiss him, and he's glad he got rid of the mask. There's nothing between him and the taste of summer anymore – she reminds him of some bright tropical drink, something pure and sweet and innocent, pure fucking fun, something he has come to understand and define only through movies and tv.

And he knows now why he always comes back to her. It's because he was injured. Badly, severely, life-threateningly injured – no, he was already deceased.

She has introduced him back to the world: the sun, the birdsong, the simple, good life. How it feels like to have curtains, or bake just because it's Thursday, or walk barefoot on the beach in order to feel the burning sand on your skin.

What kind of a medic has the power to resurrect the dead?

"Simon," she shivers into his mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't want people to think that… That we're just…"

"Pet. I know."

"They said you didn't trouble yourself with relationships."

Years of instinct and training make his spine tingle. He's holding another future in his arms and hopes it's not possible for a sea to swallow a sun.

"They?"

"Well, John. Captain."

Her lashes hide what's going through her mind, but he can tell she's feeling shy from the way she shifts in his embrace.

"I asked about you. In spring. If there's someone… waiting for you."

He wrestles down a bitter laugh. The only lover ever waiting for him was nothingness in that chair; the only wife he came home to was shades, shadows, and dust.

But he's starting to understand what she's trying to say. How, without even thinking about it, he just made the strongest possible declaration of not being here just for sex. He couldn't have sent a louder message with that boy.

Because not only Jonathan Price know that she's his. Soap knows too. Gaz knows too. Everyone working in Task Force 141 knows, even the fucking scrubbers and accountants know what's going on. Everyone knows that Ghost is real, and alive, and troubles himself with a relationship.

"I dreamed of you, you know." Her lashes flutter open, and he's met with the perfect example of total surrender. She's more than happy with the outcome, and why the hell shouldn't she be? Actions speak louder than words. He of all people should know that.

"Love–"

"Do you remember the day I found out you were a smoker?"

"...Sure."

She laughs, taking him back to the odd meeting in the yard when she was prying her suffocating latex gloves off, and he was trying to find some solace in a cigarette because he couldn't have her.

"I was so angry at you. Playing with death at every turn..."

"Yeah. Not the perfect man."

"But you were. You are."

"Pet. If someone's perfect, it's you."

"No… I'm a hypocrite. I wanted you to just–just take me against the wall. After your stupid smoke."

He always wondered if she was suffocating too. In her gloves, in her beauty, in her sterile, medical, professional chasteness.

But he had no fucking clue that she–

"Or during, I don't care…"

Even the thought of her wanting him to tear apart her facades shatters the last sane thought in his head. He has tried to be civil, tried to suffocate the longing, but apparently, he doesn't have to. The image of burying himself inside her cunt while taking a drag from the thing she despises even more than his name or his mask or his guns is too fucking much. The fact that she views a dog like him as a perfect man makes his cock answer her call like a good, stout soldier.

"Is that so?"

She stops breathing for a moment as he takes a drag from her now. She's raw whiskey straight to an empty stomach, the way his mind goes blank from sliding his mouth over the column of her throat. She tastes of sea there, and it's not pulling him in; it's pulling him under. The open-mouthed kisses make her jolt, he even draws out a moan or two; they swell between his legs.

"You like that…?"

She answers to him with a soft whine. A soft nib of her ear, and her hips reply with a roll. The woman tries to latch onto him by gripping his shirt, threatening to do permanent damage to the fabric.

"No walls here, pet. Gotta take you on the sand," he gruffs in her ear, cock hard and ready from her tight little breaths. He could bet half his money that she's wetter than November down there. He could drag his cockhead across her cunt and the sound would be divine.

"Simon–"

"I'll light a cig first."

"Stop teasing," she laughs, voice thick with hunger.

"...Roger that."

His hand is on his belt before he knows it. It's pathetic how much patience he has if he needs to crouch in a downpour and wait for a kill, but at the sight and smell and taste of her, he can't stop himself from wrenching his belt and pants open like a starved dog. It's a rush born of fear - that any time could be the last time.

She seems to shiver from his stare only when she lays herself upon the warm sand, naked as can be. She's like a vision on that beach: leaning on her elbows, thighs slowly parting, revealing the glistening sex between her legs. And she's fucking dripping, like an overripe peach. He could've safely bet all his money on her.

"How do you want me?"

Fucking fuck…

He's walking in a dream: the most beautiful woman in the world is lying naked before his feet, bathing in gold, asking how he would prefer to take her. He doesn't even bother to get out of his clothes; he merely tugs his pants down and crawls between her legs, relishing the tight gasp he gets from being so crude.

Her eyes grow wide at the sight of him there, so close to her core, cock hanging heavy just an inch away from that tight cunt. She tries so hard to look composed while lying under his shadow, to not make it obvious that she wants that ugly thing inside. And it does feel like sin not to spread those legs and plough right in, especially when his fingers meet her silk and find that she's already throbbing.

"Want you just like this, pet," he rasps while dragging the pad of his thumb around her clit. Her back arches on the sand, forcing his fingers deeper into the dripping fruit.

It's different, her wetness; not thick and halfway there, but flowing, leaking, soaking good. The pussy is so glazed that he slips at the first attempt to slide a finger in. Her walls grip him the second he's seated deep, making it known how much she appreciates it that he's not here just for sex.

"Someone's greedy," he's breathing rough, and she whines – he only gets to two fingers before she demands him to fuck her already.

"Want your–I need your cock…"

She's begging, poor thing, almost crying on the sand, and he has no fucking choice but to remove his fingers and grab his cock instead.

"Have to go slow, love."

"Riley–for god's sake, now."

"F' fuck's sake…" He stumbles forward, all but gracefully, forces the tip on her soaked cunt as delicately as he can before pushing right in. She cries from the spread, fingers curling in the sand: a futile attempt to take him in without fainting.

"Tried to warn ya–"

"Don't you dare stop," she gasps, eyes full of love. As always, her wish is his command, and the tightness makes it an endless journey to bliss. The basest parts of him think about dying – having a heart attack on the same beach he almost drowned in, about ceasing to exist just for the sake of knowing that nothing is as good as this.

He's deep as can fucking be, and it's still not enough – it's never enough. He collects her in his arms with a frustrated grunt, cock giving a tight pull only when she's finally safe and snug in his embrace. It's a tight cuddle that leaves them both breathless.

"Hold me tighter..."

It's a soft order, but he can't get any closer: chest plastered on her skin and balls pressed against her ass, the sand grinding against her back as he makes love to her. She’s not made of twigs, but he’s far bigger than her, already threatening to crush her with his weight.

"Tighter…" she begs on his lips, tries to pull him closer with her whole being.

"Pet, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," she sings, completely shieldless. Something warns him of danger, a reset far worse than drowning or being buried alive or shooting himself in a lonely apartment. He tries to calm her down with a kiss: he knows she loves kisses - but there are tears in her eyes, and his heart is hammering, hammering…

"Simon, do you love me…?"

She asks that question right on his lips, and the first thing in his dog mind is that it's a stupid thing to ask when he's balls deep inside her and still trying to get closer.

"Yeah," he almost chokes on it, knowing it could be their wedding day and he would still choke on it because it doesn't taste like salt or metal or grave.

"I love you," she whispers. "Do you understand?"

No. No…

I fuckin' don't–

"And I'll always be here for you."

To his shock, there’s no sea water in his lungs, no dirt in his mouth. He’s not choking on anything, he's not in fact dying at all: he’s floating, somewhere between the sun and the sand and the sea. There's no more rush, no jaws of death snapping at his heels. He doesn't even long for heaven anymore. Not when there's a paradise on earth.

"Love, I need you to–need you to focus," he tries to stutter nonsense while she's pledging herself to him. Of course she only laughs at him: it hits him with the sweetest warmth.

"You're so silly…"

"Yeah? I know."

He's laughing too. It's just a few notes that get taken away by the sound of waves. It's just a breath from deep within, and still… Her gaze drops to his mouth, a flutter blinks back more tears.

"I love it when you laugh..." Her eyes shine brighter than the sun, riding the spine of the sea as one perfect tear rolls down her cheek. "Love it…"

The sun sets in tangerine, his new favourite colour. There's a whole bloom out there in the sky when she comes, fast and bright in his embrace. He comes right after, just from trying to stay inside her warmth, deep inside her, around her, and she says it, again and again and again… Until he breathes.

….….….

"Remember when I said I could've managed? Without you," she asks when they lie on the sand, skin on skin, watching the sun set beneath the onyx sea. The waves rise and break, but around them, the air is still. He's still inside her as she pulls his hand over her heart, entwining their fingers together: it's the softest little arrest, but her squeeze doesn't lack strength.

"I lied too."

"I know."

She chuckles softly. "Is there something you don't know?"

"...Yeah. Why you're here out of all places."

She turns her head from the sunset into the falling darkness of him, and he wonders if that's why she's here... To be with his night. She said that people always get the dark wrong: that it's not supposed to be scary at all. That the purpose of darkness is safety, security, that there are tales where the day chases the night, and the night chases the day. She said it's because they're in love with each other.

"You really don't know…?"

"You were smiling before we met and now you're crying all the time."

She looks up at him with trust and devotion, his daylight, his sun. There's none in the sky anymore, but it doesn't matter. It lives in her eyes.

"People cry from happiness too, Simon."

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Feedist Kinktober: Magic Mirror

Intended to be part of a series of one-shots in response to @fatguarddog’s Feedist Kinktober 2024 prompts, but I loved the prompt and it became a much bigger story than I expected. The prompt was Magic Mirror.

I had mixed feelings about Theo moving in with me. We’d met several years ago through a friend of a friend, and he and his boyfriend Luca were invited to a lot of the same parties as me. I never really clicked with Luca… He was incredibly good looking and obsessively sculpted his body at the gym, giving him the look of an Adonis. But he knew he was gorgeous and used it as an excuse to treat people poorly.

Theo was different. He was smart, funny and exceptionally kind. For the most part, I was super excited for the memories we’d make together, and it would be great to save some money by splitting rent. But on the other hand, Theo was… kind of needy. He had criminally low self-esteem, and needed constant reassurance from his friends — especially now that Luca had dumped him. That was the reason he was now living in my spare room.

He’d moved in several weeks ago, and it was largely going well. I loved our daily movie nights and it was nice to share meals with someone. Theo was just as much of a neat freak as me, so it really didn’t feel like a burden having him around. If anything, the apartment was cleaner than ever… But his constant self-doubt was really driving me insane.

“Are you sure the food tastes OK?”, he’d ask after cooking our dinner. “We can turn this movie off if you’re not enjoying it,” he’d apologise just ten minutes into a film. Worst of all was the daily routine of having to reassure him that he looked good before he left the house. “Does my hair look weird?” he’d ask, fretting in the mirror as he adjusted his perfectly coiffed dark hair. “Is this zit noticeable?” he’d press, drawing my attention to a perfectly clear patch of skin. And most infuriating of all: “Do these pants make me look fat?”

Theo was thin as a rail. He was just one of those guys who were blessed with a superhuman metabolism as well as the self-discipline to be really careful about what he ate. Here he was, pushing 30, with not an ounce of fat on his frame. I envied him - I was fit myself, but I had to work really hard in the gym for it. My work as a personal trainer helped with that.

I was being harsh. Theo was a great roommate and an even better friend. I just wished he liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror.

And that’s exactly what I told the old lady behind the counter at Miss Mabel’s Curios & Antiques, a dusty little store downtown that I’d passed by a billion times. I wasn’t sure why I was here - I’d been ranting to a friend about my predicament with Theo, and she’d said that Miss Mabel would know what to do. At my whit’s end, I trusted her recommendation.

“Oh, that’s easy my boy,” she said in a creaky little voice as she jumped down from her stool. She was a small lady, wearing what looked like at least ten cardigans and her messy grey hair tied in a bun atop her head. She had a warm and eccentric charm about her; not quite like a grandma, but moreso like a distant elderly aunt who you saw at the occasional family function.

She tottered off down one of the store’s aisles, before looking back over her shoulder expectantly. “Well, come on then!” she beckoned, and I quickly followed her. We soon stopped in front of a large rectangular object, as tall as I was and concealed under a dust sheet which Miss Mabel promptly whipped off.

It was a mirror - and an old one at that. The glass was in reasonably good condition but the frame - decorated with intricate carvings of daffodils - was in a sorry state, with chunks of wood missing and deep scars across the surface. What on earth did Miss Mabel think I could achieve with this?

“Don’t be so dense, dearie,” she teased, tapping me on the forehead. “This is a magic mirror. Give it to your friend, it’ll sort him right out.”

I had more than a few reservations, most of them related to the small fact that I didn’t believe in magic mirrors - or any kind of magic, actually. And yet, Miss Mabel seemed very certain and there was no hint of trickery in her kind eyes. Plus, when I noticed the £10 price tag on the mirror, it dissolved any concerns I had that this could be a con. That was an absolute steal, even if the mirror had seen better days. I paid her the money and headed for the door, before Miss Mabel called after me.

“Just a wee warning, dearie,” she said hesitantly. “Magic, especially old magic like that, can be unpredictable. Keep an eye on your friend, hm?”

I nodded, and made my way home.

Theo was delighted with the mirror, which I thought was an odd response to something that looked like I’d rescued it from a dump. He might have been unsure at first, raising an eyebrow when I revealed its new location hung in our hallway, but as soon as he looked into it I watched his face change. There was a light in his eyes as they lingered longer than normal on his reflection, and I saw his mouth curl into a smile. That never happened. Maybe the mirror really was magic… In any case, it seemed to do the trick, and I went to bed that evening quietly confident that Theo was going to be a little softer on himself.

When I woke up the following morning, it was to the smell of bacon. Weird, I thought. We usually just had toast for breakfast, or maybe a smoothie. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain! God, Theo was the best roommate I’d ever had…

As I walked out into the hallway, Theo was looking at himself in the mirror and flexing his non-existent muscles. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, heading through to the kitchen. The bacon was looking very dark in the pan, much crispier than I liked it, and none of the bread for our sandwiches had been buttered.

“Theo, this bacon is looking very done,” I called out to him. He didn’t answer. “Theo?” I called again.

“Ugh, what?” he snapped back in a tone I’d never heard him use before, though he quickly seemed to catch his rude behaviour. “Oh, um, I’m sorry,” he said, scrambling for words but not taking his eyes off his reflection. “Would you mind finishing off breakfast for me?” He asked. “I’m kinda busy.”

He was acting strange, but I tried my best not to overthink it and did as I was asked, slathering some butter on the four slices of bread and transferring the bacon into two sandwiches.

“It’s ready,” I said, and headed to the fridge. That’s weird, I thought. There was no milk left to make our coffees, even though I’d bought some yesterday. And why had Theo put the empty carton back in the fridge? I poured us two glasses of orange juice instead.

At that moment, Theo walked into the kitchen without saying a word, and then left again with the bacon sandwiches. Both of them. And when I gave chase to confront him about it, expecting to find him sat in the living room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. He was stood in the hallway, stuffing the sandwiches into his mouth with eyes fixed on the mirror, like he was watching TV.

I heard Miss Mabel’s warning in my head. Keep an eye on your friend… Something was wrong.

Later that day, I’d rushed over to Miss Mabel’s shop to get her advice - but when I arrived, the lights were off and the door was locked. That’s when I noticed the sign, handwritten in spidery penmanship: “ON VACATION! SIX WEEKS IN EGYPT! SEE YOU SOON DEARIES. MMx”. There was a little drawing of some pyramids in the bottom corner. Fuck.

I didn’t want to mess with the mirror, since I figured if it really was magic then I had no clue how it might affect Theo. Just a glance had changed his behaviour dramatically, who knew what else it could do? And so I reasoned that the best thing to do would be to wait for Miss Mabel to return, and in the meantime to follow her advice and keep an eye on him. After all, he wasn’t exactly a danger or in any pain - he was just acting… different. Little did I know, he’d soon be looking different too…

***

It had started after a few days. The novelty of the mirror seemed to have worn off for Theo, and he no longer spent all day in front of it like he did that first day. But he was still acting differently, and I’d still catch him checking himself out in it multiple times a day. This particular evening, we were sat in front of the TV while Theo ate dinner. Since buying the mirror, Theo only prepared food for himself, but I’d planned to heat up my leftovers from yesterday so that we could eat together. I was feeling distant from him and thought it would be a good chance to chat. Except, when I opened the fridge, I found they were gone, no doubt eaten by my strange new roommate. So I reluctantly ordered a pizza, and sat with Theo as I waited for it to arrive.

Theo didn’t appear to be in the mood for a chat, his eyes glued to the TV while he shovelled heaping forkfuls of creamy pasta into his mouth, chewing loudly. It was like someone else had taken over his body. Most weird of all was his choice of programming - usually, we might watch a documentary together, or catch up on one of our regular dramas. And he’d always ask what I wanted to watch. But today we were watching a home shopping network, with a musclebound (and very attractive) jock demonstrating some workout equipment.

“Oh come on Theo,” I teased, trying to make conversation. “He’s hot, sure, but surely there’s something else we can watch?”

Theo looked at me with a look of utter incomprehension, even pausing his feeding frenzy to process what I’d just said. I felt like I’d offended him. He shoved another fork in his mouth and finally spoke as he chewed.

“That man ain’t hot,” he said, spraying me with flecks of cream before swallowing. “He’s got nothing on me. And look at all the exercise he’s gotta do just to have those puny muscles. Mine are twice as big and are all natural.”

Now it was my turn to look confused. Surely Theo was joking? He had no muscle whatsoever… He was practically a skeleton. Except… Now that I looked at him, I mean really looked at him, that wasn’t quite true…

He was… Not “bigger”, per se… he certainly didn’t look like he’d gained any muscle. But he was… softer, somehow. It was almost imperceptible, a thin coating over his whole body, a slight puffiness… But now that I’d noticed it, there was no denying it. For a moment, I reasoned that it was natural for someone so thin to put on a couple of pounds, considering how much Theo had been stuffing his face these last few days. But then, as he finished his huge bowl of pasta and made his way over to the mirror for his routine post-meal quality time with his reflection, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked into the hallway to watch.

He stood tall and proud, flexing non-existent muscles as though he were a world-champion body builder. And then, most alarmingly of all, I saw him grow.

It happened so slowly I couldn’t even be sure it was really happening, but as I fixed my eyes on his form there was no denying it. His arms were thickening and filling out his sleeves a little more, while the slight softness at his waist began to press against his shirt. Within a few minutes he looked to be about 5lbs heavier - not a big deal for most people, but certainly noticeable on Theo’s lithe frame. My mouth was wide open in shock. This just wasn’t possible. It had to be my eyes playing tricks on me, my imagination getting the better of me… I was just stressed out by Theo’s personality transplant… I…

The doorbell rang, and Theo ignored it, too preoccupied with his reflection. “That’ll be my pizza,” I said, getting to my feet. No sooner had I said it, Theo eagerly answered the door and brought in the pizza, setting it down in before me on the coffee table. I felt an odd sense of relief - this was the kind of attentive behaviour I was used to from Theo. Maybe the magic was wearing off… Maybe my old roommate wasn’t gone after all.

I went to the kitchen to get some drinks (water for me, a glass of milk for Theo) and returned to the living room, where I found Theo already halfway through devouring my pizza.

***

It had been a week since I brought home the mirror, and I was pretty adjusted now to Theo’s newfound greed and selfishness. I found it difficult to get angry with him when I discovered the fridge cleared out or a stack of dirty dishes in the sink - I was the one who had brought the mirror into our home; I was the one who’d meddled because I couldn’t deal with Theo needing a little extra encouragement.

When I got home from work each day, I would typically find Theo in one of two places: sat on the couch stuffing his face, or flexing and pouting in the dreaded mirror. This time, it was the latter.

God, he’d really blown up now. It was all happening so quickly and every time I saw him he looked to be bigger than the time before. I had accepted the impossible fact that the mirror was piling the pounds onto my friend; even now, as I watched him admiring himself, I watched in real time as Theo’s new soft underbelly slowly inched out the bottom of his shirt. He’d always dressed in oversized clothing, but now everything he owned was starting to get very snug on his oversized body.

“My god, I’m gorgeous,” he said aloud. “Luca doesn’t know what he’s missing.” he said, kissing his own soft bicep. “I haven’t been to the gym all week and my guns are looking better than ever!”

I smiled politely, but I was worried. Miss Mabel was still out of town for another five weeks, and I guessed that Theo must have already stacked on about 50lbs. You didn’t need to be a maths genius to figure out that he risked ending up over 400lbs by the time she was able to help us break the spell. If she was able to help us. Theo still stood a chance of working this off now, but if things got that far… he’d be changed forever.

“Theo, can we talk?” I asked. He huffed a little, clearly annoyed to be pulled away from the mirror, but reluctantly followed me into the living room.

***

It had been two weeks since my conversation with Theo, and things were still intensely frosty between us. I’d asked him if he was OK, and he’d insisted he was never better. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his behaviour, and he’d said he’d just realised that he needed to put himself first. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his body, and he agreed that yes, he’d been growing lately - that his muscles were inexplicably growing. He couldn’t explain it, he said, but he was happy with the results.

I gently tried to explain that it didn’t look that way to me, that I thought he might have been bulking with how much he’d been eating, but with the right cut he’d be looking awesome in no time… That sent him into a rage. We had a huge argument. He’d screamed at me - was I fucking blind? Did I not see how perfect his body was? I was just jealous - and then he stormed out, softer ass bouncing behind him in too-tight shorts. Since then, we hadn’t really spoken, and things were getting so much worse…

He was really big now. Like, he was a certified fat guy, a fully fledged 300 pounder - or maybe more? It was difficult to tell. Every time I saw him, I had to do a double take: firstly, because my brain wasn’t quite catching up with his skyrocketing weight and was failing to register this figure as my roommate. And secondly, because he’d outgrown all his clothes and taken to wandering the apartment in just a pair of boxer briefs. They were so tight on him that the elastic waistbands had all developed wide holes.

His choice of dress meant that all his fresh fat was on full display, a constant reminder of what I’d brought upon him by bringing home the mirror. His face was round and bloated, making his eyes look beady and piggish above two puffed-out cheeks. Beneath it was a thick ring of fat, a double chin that was exaggerated when he looked down at his phone. His shoulders had become strikingly broad, though not with the muscle he was still convinced he possessed; they rounded out and sloped like big hills, bunching up behind his neck in another wedge of fat that gave him the look of a hunchbacked office worker. Further down, two plump tits hung from his chest, pooling under his armpits and gathering in thick rolls on his back. They were so distracting; jiggling wildly with every slight movement he made, it was impossible to look away. And beneath them sat the main event: a big, soft belly that had started to hang down over his crotch like a flabby apron. Whilst not as jiggly as his tits (perhaps because it was always full of food), it still looked soft and plush, wobbling as he waddled around the apartment. He’d even started to walk like a fat guy, I noticed, swinging his fat arms side to side to offset his sudden weight gain.

I felt terrible. And as I watched him posing yet again in the mirror, having just demolished a family-sized tray of pasta as a snack between meals, I felt even more terrible. The mirror would be working its sinister magic on him and turning all that food into fat. Sure enough, as if to prove a point, I heard a ripping sound and noticed one of the holes in his underwear growing beneath his widening hips. I had to do something.

***

I resolved to get rid of the mirror. I’d known all along it was the right thing to do, but I was scared of Theo’s reaction. He was so volatile. Part of me was also scared of how it might affect him - had he and the mirror formed some kind of magic bond? What would happen if that was severed? But as my friend’s weight inched closer to 400lbs with each day, I knew I had to do something. But the issue was now pressing, as I was due to leave on a trip I’d booked myself months ago. I was going to be gone for two weeks, and while I certainly wasn’t in the mood to go now, I’d already paid a lot of money and it wasn’t exactly like I could wave a wand and stop all this. What good could I possibly do here? In fact, Theo seemed to resent me the more I tried to help. But I could still hear Miss Mabel’s warning that I ought to keep an eye on him, ringing around my head. I reasoned that if I could get the mirror out of the way and then disappear myself for a couple of weeks, maybe that would at least slow whatever was happening to my friend.

And so, when Theo was out getting food, I made my move, carefully taking the mirror off the wall and making my way to the door. Before I could reach it, it opened of its own accord… and there in the doorway was Theo. Fuck. He was so big now that it was impossible not to be intimidated by him, even if he did look ridiculous squeezed into clothes that he was 150lbs too big for. He was visibly uncomfortable, all the fabric digging into his fat, which burst unflatteringly out of every opening. His belly was barely covered by the material, making it look like he was wearing a crop top, and several inches of his ass crack were visible, not able to be contained by the sweatpants that were painted onto his thick, gelatinous thighs. I couldn’t believe he’d left the house like this, but I suppose it was better that than parading around in his underwear. Anyone who saw him must have thought he was totally unaware of his weight, or that he had suddenly ballooned overnight. They would have had no idea how close to the truth they were…

“What the fuck are you doing with that?” he snarled, snatching the mirror off me with one meaty, fat-fingered hand while the other shoved the remaining half of a burger into his mouth. He seemed to swallow it in one gulp. A thick blob of ketchup dripped onto his stretched and strained t-shirt.

I was still frozen, unable to say or do anything. He barged past me, making his way to his bedroom. He re-emerged a few seconds later, no longer carrying the mirror. It would seem he would be keeping it in there from now on. “Don’t touch my shit,” he warned in a terrifyingly severe tone and then tipped a container of fries into his mouth, dropping the empty packet on the floor. I nodded emphatically.

Without hesitation, he tried to peel off his t-shirt but found himself met with great difficulty. He squirmed and writhed his fat body, trying to manoeuvre himself out of the fabric, but it was simply too tight. I had no idea how he’d even got it on… perhaps he’d grown in the time since? Without warning, he let out a yell of frustration and then tore the entire thing off him in one furious motion. “And another thing,” he spat, turning his broad back to me and making his way back into his room. “Stop washing my clothes, I’m sick of you fucking shrinking everything.”

***

The two weeks away had been a complete waste. I was barely able to relax or take in any of the culture, constantly worried about my friend back home. In truth, I wanted to disconnect from Theo. I’d tried to help him change course and he was treating me so terribly… It was hard to care about him. But I couldn’t shake the guilt - it was me that had caused this, and I owed it to Theo to make it right. Besides, this wasn’t really Theo who was acting this way. It had to be something or someone else… Perhaps he was possessed, or hypnotised, or… It couldn’t have changed him, could it? And certainly not so dramatically? But then I remembered the giant, flabby ass that he was no doubt sat on back home, stuffing his fat face, and I knew that it could… I just hoped there was some kind of counter-magic that Miss Mabel could use to undo all this, to make it like it never happened. It was magic after all, right? I’d learned that anything was possible…

After pausing a while outside the apartment door, unsure of the reception I’d receive from my roommate upon my return, I finally pushed it open. One thing I was sure of was the condition I’d find Theo in. I had no doubt in my mind that he would be weighing in another 100lbs heavier than when I’d left, and I’d braced myself for the sight of him. I assumed he’d be sat in the living room, shovelling food into his growing gut - and this suspicion was supported by the volume of fast food wrappers strewn through the hallway. It was disgusting, looking and smelling like a back alley in the city. I couldn’t believe this was my home. But when I peered into the living room, I found nothing there other than more mess. The TV was off and Theo was nowhere to be seen. Hmm… strange… I glanced to where the mirror used to hang, and then to his bedroom. Perhaps he was holed up in there, checking himself out?

Morbid curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously approached the door, knocking gingerly and calling out his name. “Theo?”

He didn’t respond, but I could hear strange noises coming from within. It sounded like laboured, heavy breathing. Was Theo fucking someone? Or getting himself off? I listened closer - no, it wasn’t that, the breathing was so erratic, gasping for air… He sounded like he was in trouble. I became alarmed. “Theo, are you OK?”

I flung the door open and my world ground to a halt. Theo was not OK.

Theo’s room was a complete pig sty, piled high with empty pizza boxes and food containers. It stank of sweat and grease and god knows what else, the stench so thick in the air I had to cover my nose. He’d propped up the mirror at the end of his bed, presumably so he could lay in it and admire himself… And the consequences of that decision were enormous.

Literally enormous. Theo was totally unrecognisable, his pale pink flesh filling the entire double bed. He was the fattest man I’d ever seen - perhaps the fattest man that had ever been? His facial features were buried under fat; just two beady eyes and a pair of puckered, sauce-stained lips. If I wasn’t aware of all that had passed in the last few weeks, I would never be able to identify this person as Theo. He was completely transformed. His whole body was splattered with various sauces that he had clearly dribbled on mid-feast… which made sense. He was clearly too big to move and showering would have been impossible.

The blob of a man that lay gasping for air in Theo’s bed was almost as wide as he was tall. It’s difficult to describe any part of him in detail, as all his body parts sort of squished together and melded into one another, fat jostling for space. His tits were each bigger than my head, and there were bits of food wedged in his deep cleavage. His arms were so pumped full of fat that I think they were bigger than my waist. I couldn’t see much of his legs as they were covered by his gargantuan belly, rolling and rocking like jelly with each pained breath, but even his feet were swollen with fat, threatening to be swallowed up into his legs. Fuck, I thought to myself. How could someone have fat toes?

I wanted to say something but my brain was completely fried. What the fuck do you say to a whale who was thin as a beanpole little more than a month ago? Theo looked like a fucking sideshow attraction. Fortunately, he spoke first.

“Dude, thank god — you’re here—“ he wheezed. What? Was he actually happy to see me? Maybe the magic had worn off! My hopes were short lived... “Nobody— wants— to deliver— my food,” he confessed. “Bunch of— fucking— assholes…”

I could see why minimum wage delivery drivers would want to avoid this cesspit. Something told me the new Theo was not a generous tipper. But this was my fault after all, and I couldn’t let him starve. Reluctantly I agreed to go pick him something up - if nothing else it would give me time to think over what to do next. I watched him with pity as he placed the pickup order on his phone, his fat sausage fingers mashing things he didn’t mean to press. He didn’t seem to be removing any of those items from his basket, though…

Soon enough I was back at the apartment with ten paper bags full to the brim with junk. They were as fit to burst as he was, and after handing them over I sat on the edge of the bed (squeezing myself onto the only unoccupied corner I could find) and buried my head in my hands. What was I going to do?

He made short work of the meal and half an hour later he was burping, rubbing his giant gut, and admiring himself in the mirror. “Fuck— I’m so— sexy,” he moaned. “Why— did I ever— settle— for Luca? I’m so— out— of his— league… Gotta find— me someone— as hot— I am…”

I snapped. “Theo, how the fuck are you gonna do that?! You’re as big as a fucking house! You can’t even get out of bed!” I wanted to smack him out of his delusional daydream. But it wasn’t fair to take my frustration out on him, and I tried to calm myself. This wasn’t his fault.

“Yes I— fucking— can,” he gasped. “I’m just— resting— so my— muscles— can grow…”

There was silence between us for a moment. I had no idea what to say, and Theo was too distracted by caressing his own lard in the mirror for a conversation. But as he groped himself, his moaning got louder and more… sensual… I was no longer certain that it was just a symptom of discomfort from his overindulgence. He seemed to be enjoying himself…

“Please— man—“ he begged, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Help— me— out— here… I— know— you— can’t— resist— me…”

Fortunately, I didn’t have time to take him up on his perverted offer. There was an almighty crash, and the room seemed to lift up into the air as I felt myself fall downwards. It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened: the cursed mirror had fattened Theo up so big that the bed could no longer support him, and now he and I sat on the floor, surrounded by its broken pieces. His whole body was wobbling from the impact and he looked like a giant, melted marshmallow. I was surprised he didn’t fall straight through the floor and into the apartment below.

I spotted something shiny by my hand, and on closer examination I saw it was a shard of glass. The mirror. I noticed it had fallen over face-down, and when I nervously lifted its side to inspect the damage I saw that the whole thing was shattered. Oh god, I worried to myself. How was Theo going to react?

“What— just— happened—,” Theo grunted to himself as I got to my feet and stood the mirror up. He seemed lost and confused, a softness in his voice that I recognised from before all this mess began. His eyes seemed to adjust to the room, taking in his surroundings as though he’d just woken up from a dream. “What’s— going— on—,” he gasped, shaking his head in confusion (though the fat in his neck limited his movement). Still, his cheeks jiggled as he did so. “Am— I— sick..? I— can’t— breathe…” I barely registered what he was saying, too worried about his response to finding out the mirror was broken.

“Theo,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I’m really sorry… I’ll buy you a new one right away, but… Ugh. I don’t know how to say this, but…” I gulped. “Your mirror is broken.”

I turned the mirror around to face him, so he could see the damage for himself. For a moment he didn’t really react at all, furrowing his brow in confusion. He didn’t seem at all sure why he should care about a broken mirror, despite the fact he’d done little else for the past five weeks than stare in it and feed himself. But as he looked harder, as he really focussed his eyes on the mountain of flesh looking back at him, something seemed to click in his mind… A moment of world-shattering realisation...

He recognised himself, and his eyes went wide in horror. He screamed.

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don’t want to walk alone | carmen ‘carmy' berzatto | chapter three: september

summary: the moment we've all be waiting for: you and carmy get married.

warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 7.1k

listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist. there is SO much music in this chapter, so per the playlist, it starts with 'it takes two' and ends with 'love story.'

a/n: ok so this chapter was a behemoth to write and i am in fact in love with it. it's taken me days, really weeks, to get what i wanted out of it and i still feel like i could've gone deeper. however, i'm also kind of just happy to have this out in the world and give these two the wedding they wanted me to give them. each moment was curated and thought out, down to the music selection so this chapter is really just a product of me stewing on this idea for quite a bit of time. this is a part of my make my heart surrender universe so check out the masterlist if you haven't read the series! next up? their long weekend at the langham where we really get carmy x reader and moments for just them. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

part two | masterlist | part four

“It takes two to make a thing go riiiiight.”

You never pictured the night before your wedding like this, you think to yourself, as you listen to Fak sing, to the best of his ability in a somewhat-decent falsetto, along to the 90s hip hop classic.

Hell, you’re not sure you really ever pictured your wedding, but as you sit, surrounded by the people you love, you can’t see it going any other way than this. You watch as Richie rallies up as many people as he can for shots of Mallort, recounting that infamous morning at Ceres – a story he’s told over and over again, yet still manages to tell as animated and boisterously as the first time you heard it.

You groan as you watch Richie successfully convince Gary to take a shot with him, Gary’s face twisting into a look of disgust in response to the foul taste of the Chicago liquor, as Sugar reminds him that he should know better by now.

Carmy gives your knee a squeeze while simultaneously brushing off Richie’s attempt at shoving a shot in his direction. You laugh, a warm feeling filling you to the brim (could be the beer, could be being surrounded by your people), while Sydney jumps right into her best Rob Base impression.

It just so happens that your continuously put-off ‘let’s shoot for next month’ karaoke plans with a few staff members from The Bear coincided with plans to go out with friends before the wedding, which is how you’ve found yourself here.

After a lovely dinner at The Bear, your parents went back to the hotel for the night, insisting that you two go and have your fun. And as much as you would’ve loved to have brought your mother-who-has-a-doctorate-in-music-theory to karaoke night, she much preferred a good night’s sleep.

The crowded bar claps enthusiastically as Fak and Sydney wrap up their song, finishing their truly-made-up-only-for-comedy dance moves. You giggle, exchanging another glance with Carmy, as your friends take their bows, before shuffling off of the stage.

You hear the loud boom of the emcee’s voice through the microphone as he says:

“And up next we got… Tina!”

“Let’s go, T!” you shout through hands crowded around your mouth, in an effort to increase your volume of sound.

Carmy cheers, clapping his hands together as Richie enthusiastically chants Tina’s name while Tina makes her way to the stage.

“This is gonna be good,” Sugar nudges you, from where you are, seated in between the Berzatto siblings.

You nod your head in agreement before settling in a little closer to Carmy.

“The queen, herself,” Sydney remarks, gesturing towards the stage as she and Fak both return to your table. Sydney pulls up a chair next to where you and Carmy sit while Fak joins Richie on the other side of it. “And the ONLY act that could follow our exceptional performance.”

“Well, exactly,” you agree, playfully.

You exchange a laugh with Syd, while Carmy playfully rolls his eyes at the two of you.

The crowded bar room goes quiet as soon as Tina reaches the stage, smiling nervously as she grabs the mic.

“This one goes out to our favorite Jeffrey. And his lady Jeff,” she begins, earning a round of cheers and hollers from the group you’re with. Tina blows a kiss you and Carmy’s way, before nodding at the emcee to begin.

“I love you guys.”

You hear the beginning notes of the iconic Etta James tune, gasping in anticipation of her song:

“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.”

You sigh in admiration, a hand over your heart as Tina continues to sing. Her voice is powerful, soulful – perfect for the song, really – as she continues into the second verse.

“at last the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you.”

This time, it’s Carmy who steals a glance your way, his mind taken back to that fateful night at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, when he spilled his drink on you so many years ago. You’re entranced, enchanted, with Tina’s performance, and he thinks to himself, that maybe this is the best it’s ever going to get: being here with you, getting to love you, on the cusp of promising you ‘forever’ tomorrow.

Never had he expected that you’d make it this far. You’d always been so much cooler than him – well-liked, talented, funny – in and out of the kitchen, that he had no idea how the hell he was supposed to talk to you without vomiting all over your shoes out of nerves.

He can remember that night so vividly: standing there in the restroom of the bar he can barely remember the name of, while you stood across from him with the kind of glare on your face he swore could kill him. But you didn’t, and after many attempts to push you away, you asked him to be your friend, deeming it the day that started it all – a friendship that would teeter the line of friendship and something more, one that would bloom into the greatest love he’s ever known. As much as he hates to give Nate fucking Walker any kind of credit, he’ll the be first in line to say he’s glad the jagoff pushed him into you, setting it all in motion.

You can see that Carmy’s become distracted, lost in thought as the song finishes, something behind your favorite pair of blue eyes as the entire bar ignites into a huge round of celebratory claps for Tina’s performance.

You look up over at him, setting your beer bottle down on the table before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“I can hear you thinkin’ over there, Berzatto,” you tease him quietly, pulling him from his trip down memory lane. “It’s only the night before the biggest day of your life. Relax.”

Carmy rolls his eyes playfully in response, but before he can properly respond to your jab, the emcee has begun introducing the next karaoke singers to the stage.

“Alright. Looks like I’ve got uh… three singers here this time,” the emcee says, his voice cutting sharply through the crowd of remaining cheers. “Let’s welcome Sydney back to the stage with… Sugar and… the bride to be!”

“What!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide with surprise as Sydney jumps to her feet.

“But I didn’t-,” you begin to protest, as Sugar pulls you to your feet, tugging on your arm.

“Oh there’s no way in hell we’re letting you sit this one out,” Sugar orders you, as Sydney rushes to your side, ushering you towards the stage.

“Yeah this was your idea!” Sydney simultaneously reminds you.

“Babe! Help!” you call out to Carmy, only to be met with a shrug and a look that says ‘don’t think I could if I tried.’

“Oh, he’s in on this,” Sydney adds, which does explain why he didn’t even attempt to help you when your friends began dragging you out of your chair. “So don’t even think about asking him for help.”

“Wh-? But I don’t even know what we’re singing!” you continue to protest, looking from Sugar to Sydney as they push you onto the stage with them.

“Trust,” Sydney reassures you, her face serious, while Nat slides a sash over you (one you’ve refused to wear all night) that has the word, ‘BRIDE’ printed over it in huge gold lettering. You groan, sending a glare in Nat’s direction, even though you know it’s all in good fun.

You hear Richie shout, while Fak and Marcus clap loudly, and Carmy laughs, shouting words of encouragement your way.

You know there’s no use in putting up a fight, especially since this was your idea anyways, as you begrudgingly take one of the three wireless mics. Before you can ask once more, what the hell Syd and Nat signed the three of you up to sing, a distinct slide of piano keys comes in, lighting up the karaoke screen in front of you.

You grin immediately, in recognition, and to your two best friend’s delight, as they smile too, raising the mics to your lips to sing:

“friday night and the lights are low looking out for a place to go where they play the right music getting in the swing you come to look for a king.”

You laugh as your friends point towards Carmy on the last line. The three of you continue to sing the next part with reckless abandon, and all is forgiven.

You could care less about how the three of them conspired against you to get you up here. All that matters now is that you’re here, singing one of your favorite songs with your best friends, grooving and dancing to the ABBA classic, as you prepare to marry your best friend.

“you can dance you can jive having the time of your life ooh, see that girl watch that scene digging the dancing queen.”

"what good is love without any strings?" dayglow, 'close to me'

“Baby.”

Carmy groans in response, as soon as he hears the low hum of your voice.

“Good morning,” you say, a soft smile on your face as you watch him begin to blink his eyes open.

Carmy turns his head towards you, and he can’t believe he gets to wake up to this – to you – every single day.

“Hey,” he says back, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “Good Morning, sweetheart.”

“Guess what?” you ask him with the kind of glee and anticipation as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Hmm?” he hums, as you smooth a hand over his chest, your body pressed against his side as you look at your soon-to-be husband.

“We’re getting married today,” you grin, a giddiness that bubbles inside of you.

“‘S that so?” he mumbles, playfully.

“Uh huh,” you nod with a chuckle, this time playing along. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Instead of replying with words, Carmy swiftly wraps an arm around you, before flipping you so that you’re the one on your back this time. You let out of a shriek and a laugh as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before adding:

“How could I ever?”

You shrug casually, “Weeeelll…. you just have so much going on up there.” You reach up to where Carmy hovers above you, brushing a golden curl out of his eyes as you continue your little dance.

“You know, between the restaurant and all that time spent being a genius,” you joke, bantering with Carmy. “Don’t know how you have the time to remember silly little things like wedding dates and what not.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Carmy laughs, shaking his head incredulously, before pressing another kiss, this one much deeper to your lips again.

And this time, as he pulls away, he gives you one of those languid looks that pierces right through your soul replying much more seriously this time with:

“I could never forget you.”

The way he says it with such conviction takes your breath away, and you know that Carmy means it. The double meaning isn’t lost on him either.

It’s one of the reasons he called you all those years ago to come teach Marcus; it’s why you ended up in Chicago:

Because as much as he tried, as damn good at compartmentalizing as he’d always been, he really could never forget you. Carmy shakes his head once more, a playful smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you again, wondering when the hell he got this fuckin’ sentimental. As he places his mouth over yours, you’re more than happy to switch gears into doing this dance for a little longer.

Carmy traces light shapes against your skin, his mouth pouring love into yours with every kiss, with every drag of his tongue. You gasp as he grinds his hips into yours, making it clear where he’d like this all to go. You pull away, only for a moment, giggling cheekily.

“Babe, I-,” you begin to protest, as Carmy chuckles, continuing to kiss you with zero intention of stopping “We… we’re going to be late.” This time, you feel his hands snake underneath the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in, sending chills down your spine.

“And-, Carm-, I-, I have to do my hair for-, … and what about-, my parents, they’ll-,” you stammer through, your thoughts becoming all kinds of disorganized with the way Carmy’s lips move against your neck this time.

“I’ll be quick,” he answers with an aplomb you didn’t know he had in him.

“I don’t know if that’s the flex you think it is,” you tease him as his hands begin to cup your breasts, your body responding with an involuntary arch of your back.

“How fast I can make you come? I think it might be?” he murmurs against your lips, cockily.

“Carmy,” you moan, as he begins to pull your t-shirt up higher, making it incredibly difficult to think of your to-do list for much longer.

“Oh fuck it,” you sigh, deciding that, perhaps there’s no harm in getting the honeymoon started a little early anyways.

“That’s my girl,” Carmy whispers against you, grinning like a Cheshire cat as you surrender to him.

And he’s right about this too.

How fast he can make you cum deserves all kinds of bragging rights, awards – a Nobel Peace prize, even – and you’re not sure why you thought getting a head start on doing your hair would’ve been the better idea in the first place. You spend the morning in the arms of the man you plan to spend forever with as he writes love letters, promises to give you the world, declarations of adoration with the pleasure he brings you. And besides, you’re not running all that behind on time anyways – something you realize, as the two of you get out of the shower (a round two, really).

It takes a little longer than expected – mostly due to the fact that you and Carmy can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other – but against all odds, the two of you pull up to the courthouse right on time.

It’s a sight for sore eyes: you, running hand in hand with your husband-to-be in a white, halter-cut wedding dress while Carmy follows along, in a classic black suit – no tie around the neck – as the two of you hurry into the courthouse.

Sure, you could’ve tried to get here early – saved a little time and stress – but where’s the fun in that?

The two of you approach your families, hand in hand, to the sounds of your heels clicking against the marble floors of City Hall. The actual ceremony at City Hall, you’d both decided, would be family only.

Since you weren’t making a huge deal of it, you viewed this part as necessary paperwork, while the party itself could function as the ceremony and reception. But as soon as you see the look on your parents’ faces, you know this is more than just a few signed papers. You watch as their faces change, from impatient, waiting, eager, to in awe and emotional as you walk towards them.

You hear Ava shout your name, immediately dropping her dad’s hand as she runs towards you.

“Ava!!” you exclaim, bending down in your heels and white dress to scoop her up into a hug. You spin her around, just for a moment, before setting her back down on the floor.

“You look like a princess,” she says, completely in awe, her eyes wide as she looks up at you.

“You look like a princess, sweetie,” you reply, before giving her another hug. “And you know I can’t wait to hear your song, right?”

“I picked the best one,” she grins, proudly.

“I’m sure you did,” you reply confidently, with a playful wink.

“Oh-ho! Pay up, Rick,” Sugar mutters smugly, to Richie, as Carmy busies himself with greeting both of your parents.

Richie groans, muttering something profane as he not-so-discreetly hands Nat a $20 bill, earning a quizzical look from both of your parents that travels from Carmy and then to you.

“Sorry,” Richie apologizes, this time directing this one towards your parents as he holds up both hands, respectfully bowing his head.

You send a playful glare Richie’s way, earning a sardonic laugh from Natalie, as you push right past him and over to your parents.

“Oh sweetie,” your mom gasps, pulling you in for a tight squeeze.

“Hi, Mom,” you grin, as you hug her. “Dad!”

“My God, honey, you look beautiful,” your dad says, as it’s his turn next. You hug your dad, exchanging a few words about the morning, asking how they slept, how the hotel is, as your mom and Carmy hug it out.

This time, he turns his attention towards Carmy, so you release him, letting the two of them have their moment.

Taking your chance, while your parents are otherwise distracted, you make your way over to where Sugar and Richie stand.

“What? You guys were betting on whether or not we’d be late?” you ask Sugar, an eyebrow quirked in Richie’s direction.

“Listen,” Sugar sighs, cupping your face in her hands, endearingly. “You and Carm are nothing if not consistent.” You exchange a laugh with your almost-sister-in-law because you know she’s right. “And for the record, I bet that you’d be-.”

“Just in time!” the judge says, as he approaches the six of you, slipping his judge robe over his shoulders, black leather fold pressed against his chest. “You guys ready to get started?”

Carmy looks over at you, as if he’s waiting for you to take the lead here, and you nod, before the both of you turn back to the judge.

“Yes.”

“Great,” he smiles, clapping his hands together once. “Then let’s get you two married!”

"sooner or later, you'll find yourself right where you were, on the corner went looking for her, she had somethin' to tell you, she can't quite remember, but wait for a second, it always comes back to her, you always come back to her." -- the japanese house, 'morning pages'

And after dotting all appropriate i’s and crossing all necessary t’s, with one signed marriage license later, you, Carmy, your parents, Richie and Ava, Sugar, and Judge Thompson find yourself on the green roof of City Hall.

Carmy stands across you, his hands in yours, offering you a lifetime with one look from the most expressive blue orbs you’ve ever found yourself in.

“If you’d like to say something, if you prepared any vows… now would be the time,” Judge Thompson says, offering you and Carmy both the space to do so.

“Oh I think we-,” you begin, ready to decline the opportunity since you figured you’d save it for the reception.

“Actually uh, yeah. Can we?” Carmen interjects, sending you a look of reassurance.

“Of course,” Judge Thompson nods, giving you and Carmy the floor.

“Carm, I didn’t prepare anything for-,” you begin, but he’s quick to put your mind and heart at ease and he interjects with:

“It’s okay. I did.”

“Oh.”

You hadn’t expected this, since you both agreed you’d save any kind of speeches that may or may not happen today during the reception. But as Carmy’s palms grow clammier, a nervous look in his eyes as he searches for the words he’s practiced over the last few days, it becomes clear that he’s been planning this.

“As you know… I’m not always great with words,” he begins, almost apologetically, letting out a small laugh as he looks to Richie for reassurance. In turn, Richie gives Carmy a sympathetic nod, and you’re practically melting over the fact that he probably asked Richie for help with this.

Let it rip.

“I just uh-,” Carmy stammers, because he really, really wants to get this right. “Well, I’ll keep it brief.” He takes a breath, letting all of his nerves out on the exhale before beginning again.

Let it rip, buddy.

“I have loved you for so long – I think maybe since the day you brought me soup after I uh… you know, spilled my drink on you,” he states, earning the sweetest laugh from you, your friends, and family that came to witness.

“-- so I promise to love you for even longer, for forever. You changed my life.”

You exhale, trying your best not to cry right here and now, thankful for the mysterious powers of waterproof mascara.

“Jeez, no pressure,” you joke, dryly, before taking another breath, this time approaching your words with much more seriousness.

“Carmen. I’m so happy… that I changed your life,” you begin, cheekily, earning a laugh from your witnesses once more. “Because you changed mine. And I promise to love you forever.”

‘I love you,’ Carmy mouths to you, before nodding towards the judge to signal that you’re both done with your vows.

“Alright then,” Judge Thompson smiles, looking from you and then to Carmen, before uttering the question that will change the course of your life forever.

“I do,” Carmy replies, his voice even, sure, ready.

Natalie steps up this time, handing Carmy your ring, and you watch, teary eyed and full hearted as he slides it onto your left ring finger.

“And do you take Carmen Anthony Berzatto to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Judge Thompson repeats the question, this time for you to answer.

“Yeah, why the hell not?” you reply, earning a groan from your mother and a playful chuckle from your father.

“Yes. I do.”

At Richie’s encouragement, it’s Ava this time who steps up, handing you Carmy’s ring, with the sweetest most excited smile on her face as she looks from you to Carmy. You thank her, before returning your attention to Carmy once more. His eyes search your face, and there’s something so soft, so genuine in them that you think you’re going to cry as you help him put on his new piece of jewelry as well.

“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Illinois, I now pronounce you, husband and wife,” Judge Thompson concludes, contently.

“Should we-, do we kiss?” Carmy asks, looking from you to Judge Thompson.

“I’m just a civil servant but you may, yes,” he answers lightheartedly.

“Let’s go for it,” you shrug, taking a step towards Carmy.

Instead of answering, he smiles, stepping towards you before planting one on you in front of your friends and family that were invited to this brief ceremony.

While Sugar claps gleefully, Richie claps along muttering a ‘get a room,’ while you remind Carmy to keep it PG enough for your parents. You giggle, slowly pulling away from the kiss that begins the rest of your life with the man that you love.

“We did it, baby. We’re married,” you chuckle, in disbelief.

“Finally,” Carmy sighs, and you can see his smile from his lips to the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

It doesn’t take long for your mom to usher both you and Carmy over to a spot in the garden she thinks will be best for pictures, just as the photographer arrives. She wasn’t wrong when she insisted you hire one, that you’d want to remember this day for the rest of your life. The photographer, who is incredibly talented, gets the shots needed up here in the garden, then downstairs, and outside, before you’re all off to Sugar’s place for the reception.

As you and Carmy sit in the car, having taken a separate one than your parents, you’re giddy with anticipation.

It’s all so surreal.

Never in his life did Carmy picture it ever getting this good, but as he looks over at you, your head resting on his shoulder, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, smiling to himself.

“We did it, sweet girl. We’re married,” he says, repeating your words from earlier.

“Yeah,” you grin, lifting your head off of his shoulder.

“We are, Bear.”

"give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose."

“No, Sugar! That’s not supposed to go out yet. Everything’s goin’ out family style. Let’s just take out the apps for-,” Carmy exclaims, stressed over the execution of your wedding reception-slash-brunch, because he just can’t help himself.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Bear!” she snaps at her brother. “Will you calm down and let us handle this?”

“I just want everything to-,” Carmy begins, his face blushing a shade darker.

“To go right. We know. And we know we’re just taking out apps, alright? Everyone else is outside, and everyone’s having a good time so just… relax,” she suggests, her tone serious because she’s just about to kick Carmy out of the kitchen.

Carmy shifts nervously, hyper-fixating on the happenings of the kitchen, his eyes tracking the movements of one of his caterer, Derek’s, sous chefs. It’s almost as if he needs to give himself a distraction as he asks, blankly:

“Do you uh… you think Mom is actually gonna show?”

Sugar pauses, the question throwing her.

“I… I don’t know. I called her yesterday. She never picked up. What do you think?” she replies, her voice quiet.

With your encouragement, you and Carmy had sent his mother an invitation to the brunch, only it’s been Sugar who’s followed up with her.

“We did what we needed to and if she doesn’t come, then she doesn’t come. I’m not pushin’ it,” Carmy had explained, justifying his actions, or rather, lack there of, to you.

She’s doubtful, but Nat can’t help the tiny glimmer of hope she has in her heart that Donna might show, even if she knows it’s unrealistic. In fact, her mom had barely been interested in stopping by as of late, ever since she’d told the Berzatto matriarch that she was pregnant. She keeps telling herself that it doesn’t matter – that it’s probably better if Donna doesn’t show – but it doesn’t help ease the disappointment she feels about the situation as a whole.

“Doubt it, honestly. Never even got an RSVP so,” Carmy shrugs, his eyes following one of the caterers as the woman plates a few Hors d'oeuvres on a large serving platter.

Before Sugar can say anything else about their mom, Carmy’s impulse takes over as he opens his mouth to give feedback to one of Derek’s assistants.

“Carmy!” she snaps, blocking his pathway with her body, before repeating one more time:

“Let. Us. Handle this.”

“I mean, are any of us actually surprised, Nat?” Sydney adds, as soon as she enters the kitchen from where she’s been outside in the backyard, in search of another plate to bring out. “He’s a control freak! We know this!”

“I-,” Carmy starts, knowing it’s no use protesting, as both Sugar and Syd begin guiding him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“C’mon, Carm. Why don’t you go see what your wife is up to?” Sydney suggests, emphasizing your new title, earning a snicker from Natalie.

“Who’s wife? This wife?” you ask, as soon as your feet hit the bottom of the staircase.

“Woah,” is all Carmy says. He can’t help but stare, gawking at you in your new dress.

You’ve changed out of your near-floor length wedding dress into a sleeveless white blazer dress that’s much more friendly to hanging out with your friends and family outside, kept your hair the same, and put on one of those super stay red lipsticks that you’re eager to put through its paces.

It’s as if time stops when he sees you, and Sugar and Syd both notice, using this time to retreat back to their duties. The only thing that can break his focus right now is the way that you let a carefree laugh fly from your lips, as soon as you see that Natalie’s using the future baby’s baby gate that Nat must’ve purchased early, to officially block Carmy from coming back to the kitchen.

“What?” Carmy asks, only to be met with a gesture towards what Natalie is doing.

He frowns, immediately seeing the baby gate his sister has put up.

“You know, I’m not a baby,” he pouts at his sister.

“Then stop acting like one!” she parries right back, before disappearing into the kitchen to help out your caterer.

Quick to console your husband, you wrap your arms around your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“They’re only trying to make sure we have a good time, Bear,” you offer, sympathetically, only to be met with a heavy sigh because you know it feels near-impossible for him not to be in the kitchen.

“You trust Derek right?” you ask this time, referring to the caterer that Carmy hand-picked for your wedding.

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Okay. Then let’s go out there. Make our grand entrance,” you suggest, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah,” Carmy nods again, this time a little more sure about taking a step away from what’s happening inside the kitchen. You take his hand, leading him towards the back door that opens up to the backyard.

You’re truly amazed at what everyone involved has been able to do this morning, while you and Carmy were off at the courthouse getting married. Long tables pushed together and covered with tablecloths function as the main attraction of the you-and-Carmy-wedding-reception-brunch, filled with ceramic plates, printed menus, apps on serving platters, taper candles and flowers in all kinds of little to big vases.

The minute the two of you enter the backyard area that’s been transformed into a wedding venue, you’re met with cheers, ooo’s and aaaaah’s, claps, and congratulations by your friends and family.

“Sugar really knocked this out of the park,” Carmy says, in awe as he takes in the scene. “Okay, fine. I’ll just have to trust, I guess.”

You nod, happy to hear the confidence in his voice as you agree, “That’s my guy!”

There’s a banner that hangs across a much smaller table, the one that holds the stunning wedding cake Marcus has made for you that reads, Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto.

“See? I told you I couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Berzatto,” you joke with Carmy, as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the table.

“I think I like the sound of that more than I should,” Carmy smirks, a glimmer in his eyes that says ‘I can’t wait to get you alone.’

“Can’t wait for you to show me later,” you wink, referring to the long weekend you plan on spending with Carmy as a pre-honeymoon. “C’mon. We should probably go say hello.”

“So… you two married now or what?” Marcus asks, as soon as the two of you approach the table.

You hold up your left hand, showing off your new ring, earning grins and more cheers from your friends and family.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he celebrates, while Tina simultaneously and enthusiastically cries out: “Congratulations, babies!”

The plan is to divine and conquer. While you chat with Gary, Carmy lets himself become enveloped in Tina’s arms and praise, as the two of you make your way down the table saying hello to your guests: your parents, Marcus, Tina, Ebra, Fak, Gary, a few others from the restaurant, while.

Carmy’s glad you decided to keep this wedding small: close friends and family only, because he’s not sure he could’ve done any more of this. It’s just close friends from the restaurant and your parents. You’d even decided earlier that this weekend would be chill enough that you’d celebrate with Maya and Liz a few months later when you and Carmy stop in New York before the official honeymoon, planning another celebration with your New York people for later.

Besides, you don’t mind celebrating you and Carmy a few more times, after all.

Finally, you’re both able to settle into the empty chairs seated right next to your parents in the middle of the table labeled ‘bride’ and ‘groom.’ It’s a Saturday well spent, being celebrated by some of your favorite people in the world on a day you made a promise to your favorite person in the world. It doesn’t take long for everyone in the kitchen to join you at the table: Sugar, Richie, Sydney, and Pete, and once the meal is served, family style, you’re pulling up chairs and insisting that Derek and his team join you as well.

The menu is perfect, and you can see why Carmy’s been trying to get this guy to come work for him for so long. Next to Carmy’s, this carbonara might be your second favorite carbonara on the planet. After all the eating, drinking, and merry-making, it’s Richie who steps up to start the speeches, gently tapping a butter knife against a champagne glass as he stands at the table.

“Can I get everyone’s attention?” he asks, his voice loud. Richie raises his champagne glass as he begins his speech with:

“Now as the best man and this Bobby Flay-motherfucker's cousin, I think I earn the right to kick this thing off, eh?” earning a laugh from everyone around the table.

“To Carmy and his much, much better half,” he continues, earning a laugh from everyone around the table. Your mom squeezes your hand under the table, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Sydney nudging Carmy softly as Richie addresses you.

“You once made me $150 richer.” You laugh, exchanging a look with your now-husband, as you fondly remember the day you returned to Chicago, only to learn that the entire restaurant staff of The Bear had been betting, not on if, but on when you’d return.

“You see, we all took bets – all of us – that you were comin’ back after that first week you spent here in Chicago, and you know why? I think it was obvious to any jagoff with a pair of eyes that what you and Cousin had was something special – something not to be missed, or overlooked, or skipped over. And thank God you two idiots woke up and figured it out yourselves. You did good, cousin. And I know your brother would’ve wanted to be here for this. I love you, man. I love you both.”

“To this very special day, and to the rest of your lives. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” everyone repeats, raising their glasses, clinking in celebration.

The upside to having a small wedding party is having a small wedding party, and the downside is that everyone who feels the need to get in a word does so. While Ebraheim waxes on about love as a metaphor, Marcus keeps his toast short, leading to the cutting of your wedding cake:

Vanilla bean cake, with a clementine curd, a swiss meringue buttercream, decorated with delicate flowers, citrus, and dollops of curd to finish.

Richie slips out with Pete momentarily, earning a few quizzical looks from both Carmy and Nat as she gets up from the table to make sure they’re not trading punches in the driveway. It’s not till Richie returns with Pete, carrying a rented little karaoke machine for Ava. Hand in hand, you watch as Natalie guides Ava up and out of her chair, and over to the head of the table, handing her the microphone.

“You ready, sweetheart?” she asks, earning a confident nod from Ava.

The beginning of the famous Taylor Swift begins to play, and you and Carmy exchange a knowing look as she begins to sing along.

“we were both young when i first saw you i close my eyes and the flashback starts i'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.”

As Natalie and Pete watch on, Pete hugs his wife close to her, tears in his eyes as he whispers:

“This is going to be us very, very soon.”

“Yeah,” Nat nods, holding back her own tears as she notices how proud Richie looks, and how happy Ava seems to be.

It’s not that she wants Donna here. Realistically, she knows that it would be a nightmare, most likely descending into drama and chaos from the minute she walked in, but she can’t believe that her own mother didn’t come to her son’s wedding. She shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurts more than she imagined, doing this, watching Carmy get married, having this baby with Pete, all without her.

Ava finishes her Taylor Swing song to a resounding and enthusiastic round of applause. Marcus cheers her on while you and Carmy share a soft, chaste kiss, welcoming Ava with open arms as she runs towards you.

“That was so good, baby,” Richie exclaims, when it’s his turn to scoop Ava up into his arms as you get out of your seat. Allowing Richie to sit next to Carmy while the two gush over her performance, you get up, eager to help put the karaoke machine away.

As she watches, Nat reminds herself that this is what family looks like – this is the family she wants for her baby – even if it means something, someones, are missing.

And it’s as if she can’t hold back her tears anymore, excusing herself as she jerks her body away from Pete’s grasp, hurrying back inside so as not to cause a scene.

“What just-?” Pete begins.

“I’ll go,” you assure him, having witnessed the whole interaction. “I-, it’s not you, Pete. I’ll go.”

It doesn’t take you long to find Nat, though she’s not where you expected her to be, having run all the way upstairs when you find her sitting on the floor of the baby’s nursery – one you helped paint and get ready over a month ago.

“Hey, everything alright?” you ask, as you gently push the door open.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” she sniffles, wiping tears out of her eyes as she realizes she’s no longer alone.

“Nat, what… what’s going on?” you ask her, joining her on the floor.

But it seems as if your question only makes it worse as her face crumbles once more, beginning to cry.

“Oh no! I-, Nat, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it even worse.”

“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just these… stupid pregnancy hormones!” she exclaims, frustratedly, earning a small laugh from the both of you.

She takes a beat, and then a breath, and then finally, she feels ready to tell you.

“It’s Mom,” she admits, even though she really doesn’t want it to be. “I just can’t believe she didn’t show. It’s stupid, I know.”

You nod in understanding, before scooting a little closer to her, “It’s not stupid! And I’m sorry. For the both of you, really. Carmy doesn’t want to talk about it but, I know he’s some combination of relieved and disappointed too.”

Sugar sighs, “Yeah that uh, that sums it up pretty well. About anything involving Mom these days.”

Nat takes another breath, and another beat, because she knows she’s safe to share this with you.

“I just… I’ve just been thinking a lot… with the baby and everything. About family. About motherhood. I mean, your parents are so great and I-. I’m just sad for us, you know?”

“I’m sad for you too,” you empathize, rubbing soothing circles on her back, before leaning back on both of your hands instead.

“God, I’m so sorry. It’s your wedding day and I’m causing all the drama,” Nat begins to apologize.

“Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for!” you interrupt her, quick to dismiss any notion of that. “You lent us your house and put together all of this in your backyard on top of accompanying us to the courthouse! You have nothing to apologize for.”

Sugar nods slowly, processing what you’ve just said, realizing that you and Pete have been such big role models of unconditional love for her.

“Wanna know what I think?” you ask, your voice a little more optimistic this time.

“What’s up?” she asks back, stealing a glance your way.

“I think… that now that I’m a Berzatto… and with your little Bear on the way,” you begin, painting her the picture. “We’ve got a whole new chance to write a new chapter for the Berzattos.”

She looks your way once more, because these are the words she didn’t know she needed to hear.

“And with that… we can make this… make our families anything we want them to be filled with love, and joy, and-, well, only a little drama because you know, you guys are… you. But… Sug. This can all start with us, you know?”

“You really think so?” she asks you, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Yeah,” you answer, confidently.

She nods slowly once more, almost as if she’s letting herself believe them.

“Thank you. For checking in on me. For… this,” she says softly, sniffling again.

“That’s what sisters are for,” you repeat her words back to her, one’s that she’s said to you time and time again.

“We should probably get back out there,” Sugar suggests, sitting up a little taller this time.

“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh,” you sigh, disappointedly, this time making a joke as you continue with: “We don’t want to start any rumors about us running away together.

Nat snorts with laughter, thanking you for always making her laugh, as you stand up, making your way to your feet. You hold out your hands, helping Nat up to hers this time, before the two of you head back downstairs.

“Hey,” Carmy says, as soon as he sees the two of you. “Pete said you disappeared.”

“We were just talking about some stuff,” you reply, sharing a look with Sugar before releasing her hand.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it,” she says, before slipping out through the back door.

“Everything okay?” Carmy asks, his brow knitted together in concern.

You nod, “Yeah, she’s alright. How’re you doing?”

“Today? I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies, a smile on his lips that makes you melt.

“Damn right you are,” you reply, pressing your lips against his.

It’s a private moment for just you two, where you can kiss him like you want to, and you have to admit that the lipstick holds up. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands go to your waist, you propose a grand idea to your husband:

“Now that cake has been cut… what do you say… we spend a little more time with our guests, say our goodbyes… then we get our honeymoon started early? Think uh… our room at the Langham should be ready by now.”

“Thought we already did that this morning,” Carmy smirks, kissing you again.

You giggle, leaning your forehead against his, “You know what I mean, jerk.”

Carmy scoffs, shaking his head incredulously as he feigns hurt, “Married for a few hours and you’re already insulting me.” Instead of adding anything else, he simply pulls you in closer by your hips murmuring against your lips:

“Alright then, Mrs. Berzatto. Then let’s go say goodbye to our guests.”

“it's a love story, baby, just say, "yes" – taylor swift, ‘love story’

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DAHLIA

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I slowly entered Joe's room while he’s still fully asleep, laid down at his left. I carefully light on the candle trying to make any sound, emphasis in trying because the lighter makes so much noise that Joe opens his eyes slowly.

“No.” I whisper but it’s useless. Joe is awake. “No, sleep, please.” I try to cover his eyes, making him giggle.

Joe grabs my hand over his eyes with a smirk on his face. “Ok, I can do that.”

He pretends to fall asleep but inevitably laughs one second later. “Enough?”

I roll my eyes. “We can say that.”

He opens his eyes, blinking, realizing on my other hand I had a small cake with a candle of Ness, his character from Super Mario.

“Happy birthday.” Joe laughs sitting on the bed.

“What is this?” It’s a small cake I made earlier in the morning trying to mute any sound of the kitchen, without counting the sound of the lighter. “This is great.”

He points to the candle. “Well, blow it up or it melted completely.”

Joe closes his eyes blowing the candle, making a wish.

“A good wish?” Joe nods, taking a small bite of his cake.

“Sorry, but if I tell you, it won't make it true.” Joe observes narrowing his eyes. “You have something on your face.”

“Where?” Joe approaches, catching my upper lip in a kiss.

“Butter cream.” He licks his lips. “Yeah, it tastes really good.”

I blink speechless as I grab my heated face with my free hand, hot like a bonfire.

“Let me try again.” He tries to kiss me one more time, my useless attempt to avoid it, ends in him grabbing the cake quickly, putting on the night table beside him with me under him on his bed.

Take a little bit of the buttercream putting on my lips, kissing me as he grabs my neck.

“Yeah, really good.” I giggle, giving him a small peck.

The sound of his alarm distracts us; Joe knows he must get ready for training.

“Save it for the bell.” He stands taking another bite of his cake.

I sit watching him with dazzling eyes, as he goes to his closet.

“Guys are preparing a small dinner for my birthday, would you like to come?” I hissed. I met a few of his friends in casual conversation, this is another step.

“I have to travel home tonight.” Joe smiles leaning to me, grabbing his pink hoodie for don't fall over my face.

“I know, I know, it's my last attempt.” He kissed my forehead.

“Sorry.” I stand giving him a hug. “Happy birthday Joe.”

Although it is Joe's birthday; tomorrow it's my grandmother's birthday too, all the family are gathering to celebrate her. 85 years old is a big number.

“Are you planning to come back before Christmas?” Joe starts to put all he could need inside of his bag. “You work for a place here, you know, it will be…”

“I'll try, I'm not promising anything, besides I've always been working remotely.” He laughs going to change his clothes.

“Before I forget.” He takes a paper bag. “Let's consider it as a previous Christmas gift.”

I opened the bag, a Bengal shirt with the number 9 on it.

I roll my eyes. “You don't have to look for it anymore, failing in the attempt.”

However, in the corner I notice something unusual next to his number.

“Wait, wait, what is this?” I lift the shirt, pointing to the tiny orange heart, next to the big white 9.

Joe pretends looking at his phone. “I'm going late, let's go for breakfast.”

He pulls me from my hand going downstairs, giggling as a kid.

Before Christmas I had a special present for Joe.

I got to be in Cincinnati a couple of days ago, however it is the second week they’re in a game out of home. Right now they're in Seattle after a bad loss, with a defense that has been imperceptible.

Joe seems disturbed in the press conference, still he texts me, hoping to arrive on time before I take my flight home.

He thinks I'll leave tonight to be on time and help my family before travelling to spend Christmas with my mother's mother.

“This is the last one.” Jason brings the last tray of food.

As Lilian sits on a chair. “I feel I could be arrested in any minute.”

I chuckle as I set in their place the last mistletoe.

“Ready!” I smile seeing around all the arrangements, happy with how everything is settled. “Now let's go, that I don't have so much time.”

I push them to the door not before taking the last look, it's perfect.

After a quick shower and changing my clothes, I just left myself enough time to drive back before Joe arrives from Seattle.

All should be according to the plan with my “little” helpers.

And it was, as I kept waiting for a couple well-known voices, that I heard at the entrance.

“Come on guys, this could wait.” Joe complains. “Y/N leaves tonight, I haven't seen her in weeks, and I really want to say goodbye to her.”

“Joe, this mustn't wait, it's urgent.” Tee said, even though he sounds tired, his voice is cheerful.

I heard them opening the crystal door of the training camp, but I know they just make sure Joe gets inside before leaving.

“The lights aren't even turned on!” Joe screams as I light on.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve!” Joe blinks, getting used to the lights.

When he does he smiles brightly tilting his head when he sees me in a green velvet dress and an elf hat..

“What is this?” He walks to me to hug me. “This is pretty amazing!”

I smile as I surround him with my arms. “And I make dinner.” I think for a second. “Sorry, we made dinner.”

“We?” Joe split, noticing the dinner set in a small table behind me.

“Lilian, Jason and me.” Joe grabs my hand as we walk close to the table.

“How did you get in?” Joe looks around seeing the Christmas lights hanging around a small area.

I pretend thinking. “You have good friends willing to help.”

Tee, Ja’Marr and BJ helped me to convince Zac to intercede for me and get a special permission.

“Should we?” Joe says with a bloated eyes but a side to side smile.

“Yeah of course.” I give him a small peek in his cheek.

The dinner is delicious, you can see it for the way Joe barely speaks until we finished.

“Delicious.” He cleaned the corner of his mouth.

“Big thanks to my mom.” She guided us through all the cooking processes.

Joe put his elbows over the table. “Why here?”

I scoff rolling my eyes. “Joe, do you know how many security cameras you have in your house?”

He laughs. “A few.”

“A few, yeah, a few.” I take out a box under my chair. “Here.”

Joe giggles, his hands on his hair.

“What is this?” I smile seeing his cheek in a soft pink.

I tremble with fingers on the top of the box. “Don't get too excited, ok? It’s not a fancy thing.”

Joe clicks his tongue. “Damn.” For after, wink at me.

“Open it.” I smirk as he takes the upper part, tiling his head confused.

“I'm lost.” He takes another small box with twelve candles, small white candles.

I point to the box with the candles. “One candle, one wish. Simple as that.”

Joe and his rich laugh is music to my ears.

“Can I begin?” Joe opened the box taking out one.

“Now?” I cough for the surprise.

“Yeah now.” He digs in the big box and finds the matches. “I'm supposed to write on this.”

He takes the small piece of paper tied to the candle and the pen, I nod. “If there is something I can help, let me know.”

Joe smiles. “One more time, how many candles are there?” He keeps writing.

“Twelve.” He folded the small paper and carefully burned it.

“Then you owe me eleven wishes.” He winks at me, but I just point the ashes on the table. “Don’t worry, this is for me, to myself.”

I lean on the table giving him a small peck on his lips.

“Merry Christmas and happy new year Joe.” He has that naughty smile on his lips.

He caresses my cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

On Christmas Day Joe made sure to send me a photo of the second candle with his wish written on it.

>Eat well and keep healthy.

Like every year we spend Christmas in Buffalo, this year the cold and the snow are at their top.

Streets are covered in white, you need 3 minutes outside to be covered in a white cold veil.

“So, darling, your mother and Collin said you've been quite happy, these months.” Grandma said as she took out the special cake that Collin loved from the oven. “A special reason?”

I finished cutting the last strawberries she will use for decorating. “It’s not a reason, grandma, it’s a person.”

Bad time to eat a strawberry that almost killed me. “A QB.”

Grandma softly patted my back giggling. “There is a reason why Colin must be far away from wine, he tends to speak way too much.”

I take a sip of water thinking of a way to punish him as soon as he appears at the door.

“Ye…Yes. But, we’re just hanging around, dating, seeing how things work, it could be just a…” Grandma tilts her head as he takes out all the things she will need.

“Darling, darling, how many times have I told you about your Grandfather and me?” She has that face of utter love.

They met in middle school, after grandpa helped her to hide from her friends in what seemed like a cringe double date; breaking his glasses on the way, for crashing with him as she covered her face walking outside the school.

“It’s not the same.” Grandma raises her hand so she can keep talking.

“I fell in love with that guy with clear vision problems in less than 3 months, now look at us, happily married after 47 years.” She smiles proudly with a voice full of adoration.

The loud hit on the door with laughs from grandpa and Collin, makes her roll her eyes.

“Sorry! We bought it!” Collin appears in the kitchen sweating covered in snow as dad and mom carry the boxes inside of the house.

“You didn’t go for a box of chocolate bars?” I asked Collin as he drank all my water.

“It's supposed to be! But Grandpa saw the discounts and said we’ll buy a few.” He makes quotation marks with his hands. “He bought one box; for you, one for me and one for mom and dad.”

“Collin!” Mom shouted for him from the door.

He leans his head on my shoulder. “Did I mention their friends?.” He takes a deep breath. “Walking a meter on the snow it's like walking three miles.”

His breathing is fast even you can see a big smile on his face. “I’m coming!”

He runs to the door leaving a trace of snow from the kitchen to the main door.

“See, how not falling in love with him?” Grandma smiles and grabs my hand. “What I am saying is, when the feelings are real time it doesn't matter; what you feel here.” She pointed to my heart. “And here.” Then to my head. “It’s the most important.”

I see Grandpa entering with three chocolates bars, one for grandma, one for me and one for him, kissing her head.

“For you.” Grandpa takes out a dahlia from his coat.

We came back just in time for I could see the last game of the year from the Bengals, a wonderful defense even though the offense was a little bit imprecise, work for getting them to keep the win in their home.

But for Joe that wasn’t enough, you can see for the twisted lips at the end of the press conference.

“You’ll have a full week to make an adjustment. Don’t be so hard on you.” I called Joe when he texts me he’s in his home.

Joe nods and as he leans on the couch, nodding avoiding my eyes through the video call.

“Joe?” He sighs and sees the camera nod one more time. “Now, please, stop pulling your fingers.”

He giggles. “I’m tired, sorry.” He put his hand on his neck moving around his head.

“It’s ok, go and rest, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” I stand on my bed wanting so badly to be with him but he needs a little bit of space.

“What a way of ending the year with me, huh?” I scoff as he gets down his head, pulling his finger one more time.

“It couldn’t be better.” He saw the camera with a surprise expression. “I mean it.”

The knock on my door as Collin stays in the door distracted me.

He scrunched his face when he noticed I’m on a call. “Sorry Y/N, but it’s time.”

I nod, tonight one of my father's best friends invited us for a last dinner before New year.

I smile at Collin before he goes out of my room. “Well, time to go, too.”

I stand on the bed, ready to hang out the video call, searching for my coat.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second, let me see you.” Joe takes his phone like he could see it more in detail.

Switching the camera in front of my mirror Joe can see me; wearing a cute black dress, a Christmas present of Lilian.

“No way.” I can see Joe hiding his face on a pillow. “You look… whoa.”

Feeling shy and adored, that’s all I can say.

“Y/N! We’re going late!” Dad passed in front of my room screaming.

Joe mumbled a couple of things that I couldn’t hear. “Sorry, text you later, bye.”

As we get in the car Joe sends a photo with the third candle and the note.

>See you in person. ❤️

Even though both of us knew we couldn't see each other before new year, it was still a little bittersweet situation. We have to settle with a quick call at midnight, under the mischievous eyes of my family observing me through the crystal door of the backyard.

Next morning all of us wake up really late, with the appearance we just sleep one hour; by the time I get down to the kitchen dad is making coffee with his PJs on.

“Mom?” I take four cups from the counter regretting leaving my sweater on my bed.

“Trying to stay awake.” Both of us laugh, that laugh increases when Collin enters, messy hair closing his eyes as he hits the door of the kitchen.

He put his hand over his forehead. “We should change that for a normal door, let’s get rid of the crystal door.”

Dad served three cups of coffee observing us sitting on the stool, with a smirk on his face. “Serving coffee, years ago, milk and cereal.”

“Dad!” Collin rolls his eyes. “It’s the first day of the new year, let’s not be sentimental.”

I push his arm. “Speak to the big, not sentimental boy.”

Collin cried yesterday, probably drunk as he remembered in a few months he will be far away from home.

“Whatever, Y/N, do you mind going to your grandparents' greenhouse?” Dad asked to take things for breakfast.

“Sure.”

My grandparents have a greenhouse in the boundary of the city. We spent a lot of time during our childhood; they had an amazing place where Collin and I passed such beautiful moments.

He was learning and helping, I was just observing and paying attention to the details, notebooks on my lap, taking notes.

I arrived around 7 pm, all the lights, most of them turned off.

I knocked before getting in, just the lights of the main office turned on, they left a small note.

>We're in the one next to the big three.

I perk through the window seeing all the lights there on, I smirk, they love that place for sure.

As I walk the cold wind makes me shiver, but I notice something weird; the cold lights of always now are in warm lights.

“What are you do…” My words stuck in my mouth when I saw the lights coming from the back of the greenhouse.

As I walk in, small bouquets of flowers are situated along the main corridor, I narrow my eyes taking in one, it took me a couple of seconds realizing the bouquets are conformed of heartseases, opium poppies, bignonias and marigolds.

As I keep walking, I realize the back curtain is slightly open; the warm light coming from that spot, so I removed it carefully.

He is there.

Joe is standing surrounded by flowers and Christmas lights.

“Happy new year.” He smirks, extending his arms.

Raising my hands full of bouquets he rolls his eyes.

“I don't think about that.” Both of us laughed as I gave him an attempt to hug.

“That's why you've been so quiet these days, huh?” Joe barely replay one text, my eyes seeing lights all over the place, I understand why.

“Such nice people are your grandparents” I see a small table where I can leave all the bouquets. “And Collin that helps a lot too.”

That explains why my grandparents didn't call right away as they saw or heard Joe Burrow. “I couldn't make the dinner, I owe you that.”

“I feel lucky enough, I imagine you have been locked in the building since the very first hours of the day.” I put all my bouquets so I can have my arms free.

“Ha ha ha, so funny.” Joe clicks his tongue. “Come here please, I need your help.”

“Another wish? I can do that.” Joe narrows his eyes. “I'm in a row, 2 of 2.”

“That confident?” Joe nods.

I touch my jacket. “I'm healthy and warm and you already saw me.”

“I mean wearing that black dress.” Tilting my head Joe bit his lips.

“Believe me Joe, you have to work a little bit harder to see that dress.” I know I pinch his pride for the way he pouts.

“Sounds like a bet. I like that.” He shakes his head and focuses one more time.

Turning around he takes a small box. “You should light one candle, you know?”

“Omg, could you just open it?” I laughed, enjoying seeing him so exasperated.

I take the lid and see a small crystal ball, I scoff, imagine another flower, to my surprise it's just the small paper of the candle inside of it.

“What is this? Should I break it?” Joe chuckles, twisting around the ball to open it.

I unfold it, the number five in the corner.

>Please say yes.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Joe asked, making my eyes focus on his face.

My heart is beating fast enough to cloud any coherent answer.

“I know you probably think this isn't a serious thing, but for me this is so real, we just met for a short time, and… you have been a breath of fresh air every time I see you.” Joe scratches his chin. “I love flowers isn't a secret… you know what Ja’Marr asked me when a month passed since I met you?”

I shake my head. “Joe, how many flowers do you need?” Joe takes my hands one more. “My house was full of flowers, a bouquet in every corner, still, it takes me a lot to reach this point.”

“Joe… I… It's…” Dammit I can't form a phrase.

Joe squeezed my hand smiling at me. “Tak..”

“Where are the fourth and fifth candles?” I hit my temple on my mind. Really that's my answer?

Joe looks to his right at a small table, two candles are burning slowly with a gold glow.

“My fourth wish is please that I don’t shutter so much as I speak.” I cover my face with the crystal ball as I whisper. “What? I don't understand you.”

“Oh my. Yes!” Joe takes the ball off my face. “Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes.”

I jumped to hug him, he quickly lifted me from the ground, kissing me.

“No, no, put me down.” He raised his eyebrows. “I want to have a healthy QB to hug when you win the championship.”

“You're so...” I shut him down, kissing him tenderly.

“I guess I have to rush all my preparations” My useless attempt to go down failed one more time.

“Rush?” I side eye to him as I notice dahlia between the small lights, so accurate, after all we are making a compromise.

I surround his neck with my arms. “I was thinking of moving to Cincinnati after summer.”

His eyes move from my lips to my eyes. “Now probably, just probably think of doing it sooner.”

Joe cleared his throat. “You know if you need a place to stay, I can make you a space in my house.”

I give him a small peck, feeling his grip on my thighs trembling, not for the lack of strength just because he's trembling.

“Mhm, what about for quite a long time? I don't want to be the third wheel with Lilian.” Joe laughs, his rich laugh.

“Right, that will be awkward.” He fakes thinking. “Are you a good roommate?”

I hit his chest softly. “You won't have any complaints.”

One more kiss, this time more saccharine and consuming; I understand now what Lilian said, it's like we built a world just for us.

“I love to have you with me.” Joe smiles right to my lips.

I kiss his forehead. “Deal.”

What a way of beginning the year, after all Mr. McNeil has right after all, love comes right through our door

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A/N: Omg, I just took a more detailed view to the full series and I’m blown away by the response. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed from the very first flower until the last. 🌸

I’m preparing something… special? or at least that's what I believe, anyway, wait for it!

I’ll write to you soon!🍒

#joe burrow #joe shiesty #fic #fanfic #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow fic #joe x reader “joe burrow fan fic #joe brrr

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With All My Love : Chapter 6 | with all my love

Chapter 6: With All My Love

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader, no outbreak

Word count: 15.9k

Chapter Summary: After being medically discharged and promoted, you are finally going home and can’t wait to tell Joel. What you don’t know is Joel has an elaborate plan for your arrival and when it happens and you are finally with him, you fall even further in love with him as he does with you.

Chapter warnings: anxiety, mentions of combat/war, mentions of injuries, language, SMUT (18+ only, MDNI), fluff fluff and more fluff, use of Y/N, mentions of deaths, if I missed anything, please let me know!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

A/N: this one is what we've all been waiting for, i'm so in love with these two, please enjoy and comment with your favorite part below ❣️

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Joel’s POV

Tommy had told him that Maria was coming back home due to her injury and that he was taking a trip to NC to visit her. As much as he was happy for his brother and Maria to be back home safe, he wished deep down you were coming with her. He began to think how you might be dealing with the change and he didn’t even think that besides Reggie, you would be all alone.

He was making dinner for himself and Sarah when she came downstairs and sat at the table, “You doin’ ok Dad?” she could see he was lost in thought.

Joel looked up as he was stirring some red sauce in a saucepan and hummed, not hearing what she said.

Sarah smiled softly, “What’s goin’ on in that head yours? Y/N is back, she’s safe, right?”

Joel nodded and smiled softly to himself, “Yes, she’s back, and I’m very happy that she’s safe. I just…”

“You wish she was coming home with Maria.” Sarah took the words right out of his mouth.

He nodded and shrugged, “Is that bad of me to want? I feel selfish for it.”

Sarah shook her head and stood up from the table, coming to sit by her dad on the counter to offer him more comfort, “I don’t think it’s wrong for you to want the person you can’t have in your life right now to be here. If I’m being honest, I think that’s the most selfish thing you’ve wanted for a while, Dad. You aren’t one to put yourself and your wants first.”

Joel let out a soft chuckle, “That’s not true… I do stuff for myself.” he raised his eyebrow at her.

Sarah deadpanned him, “Name three times this week…”

Joel stuttered and racked his brain, then sighed, “Fine… but that doesn’t mean I don’t do stuff for myself. I… I watch football every Sunday, and I sometimes go out for a drink when you’re with friends.” he looked over at Sarah, trying to reason with her.

“When’s the last time you’ve wanted somethin’ and got it?” she asked seriously.

Joel bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged, “I’m not sure…” he looked back at the sauce, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy. You make me happy baby girl…” he looked at her, worried he said something wrong.

Sarah smiled softly at him, “Dad, you never have to remind me of that. I know I do.”

Joel smiled softly at her and then held the spoon up for her, “Here, taste test…”

She tasted it and thought for a second, “Needs more hot sauce and just a tad more salt.” she smiled at him.

He did as she said.

“When Y/N gets to come home, will she come live with us?” she asked.

Joel stopped stirring and looked at her, “What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Well… doesn’t she want to come be with you? I mean Maria is moving to live with Uncle Tommy after she settles in, doesn’t Y/N want that with you and me?” she said softly.

Joel moved the sauce off the heat and turned his full attention to Sarah, “What would your thoughts be if I did ask her to live with us?” he looked at her in her eyes.

“I want her to live here! I… I want her to be our family.” she admitted, “She makes you so happy and you’ve changed since you met her… you’ve taken care of yourself more. You work less… I see you more now that she’s with you, and I mean that in a way she’s brought you back out of your shell. You were in one for so long after mom left us.” She looked down at her hands, “You are brighter, you smile more, you just… she helps you feel more yourself I feel like.” she looked at her dad, “Plus, I want a mom… or stepmom… person… thing…” she giggled.

Joel chuckled and then put his hand on her cheek and smiled at her, “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

She shrugged, “I’m good at hiding my feelings… I wonder who I get that from?” she teased.

He chuckled lightly and then kissed her head before going back to the sauce, “If I’m being honest I’ve not asked her to move in with us yet. Not because I don’t want her to, I just, it’s hard to look forward to something that you have no idea when it’ll happen… you know?”

Sarah nodded, “Yeah, I think that’s the hardest thing is we don’t know when she’ll get to come back. Does she have any family like Maria she’d go back to?” she questioned.

Joel shook his head, “Her parents passed a while ago, and she was an only child.” he moved to prepare a salad he was making over on the island.

“So, before the army, she was just all alone?” she followed and helped him put things in the salad to toss.

Joel shook his head, “No, she uh… she was with another man for a while, but he was someone that hurt her… she left him… she joined to escape him.” he said sadly.

Sarah looked at him, shocked, “She was abused?” pausing what she was doing.

Joel nodded, “I only know a little bit but I know he hurt her, and that she ran away from him because she wasn’t able to get help from the authorities, I guess her ex had friends in high places.” he scoffed.

Sarah nodded, “That’s sad. I’m sorry she had that happen to her.” she put some croutons in the salad.

“Me too baby girl.” he chopped some red onion to put in as well.

“Dad?” she started to grate some cheese next to him.

Joel hummed to acknowledge her.

“When she does come home, can we have a barbeque for her? I want her to meet all my friends…” she smiled at him.

He smiled and nodded, “Of course baby girl. We will throw a huge barbeque for her.” he nudged her playfully with his elbow softly, chuckling, she giggled and nudged him back.

Reader’s POV

You walked out of that office in what you swore was slow motion. It hit you a little too hard.

You’re going home.

You looked down at the envelope in front of you and opened it in the middle of the hallway, reading through it. It said the same thing that was told to you inside and gave you a boarding pass and flying instructions for back to North Carolina. You looked up and smiled, “I’m going home.”

You ran out of the office towards Maria, looking like a bat out of hell, “Maria! Maria!” you shouted, smiling ear to ear.

She was standing, getting her daily steps in around the tent. She looked up and saw you running, “What? What happened?” she knitted her eyebrows together.

You ran up to her and hugged her, picking her up, giggling.

She laughed but winced, “Stitches, honey, stitches!” she giggled.

“Oh shit, sorry…” you softly set her down and smiled.

She looked at you, then saw your patch on your arm, gasping “You’re kidding me!?” she squealed and grabbed your arms and then did mini jumps in the air but then stopped “Shit sorry…” She then stood to attention and saluted you.

You chuckled, “No, no none of that, you’re at ease- forever.” you waved your hands at her.

She looked at you and smiled brightly, “I’m so happy for you, that’s great!”

You smiled and held up the envelope slowly in front of your face, giggling.

She grabbed it and started reading it. She then looked up at you and teared up, “You’re coming home…”

You nodded, smiling softly, tearing up, “I’m going home.” you let out a small laugh.

“What… wait, have you told Joel?” she questioned.

You shook your head, “No, I just got out of the meeting. I… I kind of don’t know what to say.” you chuckled, looking back down at the letter.

“You tell him you’re coming home, duh!” she smiled and nudged you.

You smiled at the letter and then looked up at her, “We’re going home…” You then moved the letter to lay on her bed and pulled her into a gentle hug.

After helping Maria pack up her things since she needed some help lifting things and had an early morning, you messaged Joel around 7 am his time:

‘Hey cowboy, can you talk? ❣️’

It was a work morning so you weren’t sure if you caught him before he went to work.

You left your laptop open while you started to gather your things, eager to pack. When you heard the call ring from Skype.

You rushed over to your laptop and grabbed it, taking it over to your bed, pushing answer.

“Hey darlin’, how’s your day goin’?’ Joel asked as he smiled brightly, he was running around the kitchen, and he looked like perhaps was late for work.

You chuckled, “You running late baby?”

He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, starting to put on his belt, pulling his shirt up to see, “Just a little… what’s up? Everything ok?”

You smiled and started giggling, “I’m coming home, Joel.”

He had his shirt tucked under his chin while he was doing up his belt, he looked up at you and stopped everything he was doing, in shock.

You chuckled at his reaction, smiling uncontrollably, nodding at him, letting him absorb and process the news.

He dropped his shirt from his chin and immediately tears filled his eyes, he smiled, “Tell me you’re bein’ serious. Like, ‘pinch me I’m not dreamin’ serious’?” he came closer to the camera, his brown eyes brightly looking at you.

You smiled brightly and teared up, holding out your arm and pinching yourself, “Pinch me I’m not dreamin’ serious cowboy!” you giggled.

He chuckled which then turned into a belly laugh then he started jumping up in the air, “You’re comin’ home!”

You giggled before putting the laptop down on the bed and began jumping in the air with him, “I’m coming home!”

You both stopped jumping and laughed together for a few more seconds before you came back to sit on the bed.

“So when is this happening? Are you coming back home with Maria?” Joel started to get anxious, that was less than 48 hours, and he would have so much to do.

You shook your head, “No, she’s coming back with the Specialists and trainees.”

Joel raised his eyebrow, “Isn’t that your rank too baby?” he was confused.

You grinned and shook your head slowly.

“You got promoted?!” Joel almost shouted.

You chuckled and leaned back, hitting your head on a bar above you, “Ow fuck!” you laughed holding your head, and Joel did as well.

You leaned back forward and smiled, “I am officially Sergeant Y/N of the United States Army.” you blushed.

“Darlin’ that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you. So, wait, when do you come back?” he sat down at the table, taking the laptop with him.

“I leave here in 3 days, so I’ll be in North Carolina on the…” you looked at your boarding pass, “17th at 3:50 pm.” you smiled. “I uh… I was thinkin’, could I grab my car and then come to Austin?”

He was just about to protest and tell you he would meet you at the airport when he held his tongue. He would surprise you, especially now that he has your arrival information.

“Yeah, that’d be perfect baby.” he smiled and his mind started racing, thinking of everything he needed to do, things he needed to book, everything that he wanted to get ready for you.

You smiled softly, “I’m so excited to be with you.” you chuckled happily.

“You have no idea how excited I am to be with you darlin’...” he looked at you lovingly.

You took a breath, “Ok you’re late for work, we will have plenty of time together soon.” you wiped some tears that came down your cheeks, smiling.

“I love you...” Joel said, still looking at you lovingly, his world was finally going to have you right where you belonged, with him and Sarah.

“I love you, cowboy…” you smiled and bit your lip.

He smiled and then went back to doing his belt, “I’ll try to give you a call later tonight, we can iron out the details, ok?” he looked up at you.

You nodded, “Hey honey?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” he came closer to the camera, big brown eyes looking at you like a puppy dog.

You giggled, “Um… your shirt, it’s on backward and inside out my love…” You pointed and hid your smile behind your hand.

He looked down and took it off, “Is it? Damn it…”

His body was beautiful, shoulders broad, his skin blessed by a sun-kissed tan, and his biceps flexed when he pulled it up to look at it closer.

You grinned, “Maybe I was wrong, sorry baby.” you bit your lip.

Joel looked at you and his eyes went dark with lust, “Oh darlin’, you’re a naughty girl.” he chuckled lowly and put his shirt back on.

“What can I say? I wanted a sneak peek and I’m usin’ all my get outta jail free cards while I still have ‘em!” you giggled.

He grinned, “I’ll remember that one… and we’ll call it payback…”

You bit your lip and looked down shyly, “Get to work handsome… I’ll talk to you later.” you looked up at him smiling softly.

He kissed his fingers and touched the camera, “I love you, I’ll talk to you later darlin’...”

You did the same, “I love you, have a good day!”

He smiled and then the call ended.

You sat there, and thought, ‘How the hell am I going to wait 3 days!?’

Joel planned everything out to the T. He booked a flight to Columbia Metropolitan Airport for himself to arrive 2 hours before you would get there and then booked a flight back to Austin for you and him.

He also went out and went shopping with Sarah for some clothes for you, he knew you wouldn’t have anything but your army gear when you got to his place, so Sarah helped him pick out some jeans, shirts, pajamas, and relaxing clothes for you. He also found a few sun dresses for you and then called Tommy when Maria landed and asked her what skin and hair care products you used and went out and got them for you so you would have everything he could think of when you got to his place. He put your clothes in a drawer or his closet and then lined up everything for you in the bathroom. He even got you a new toothbrush and had it next to his.

Additionally, he sent out an invite to have a barbeque at his place that following Saturday and had Sarah make a list of everything he would need to get from the market when he got back with you from the airport the next day.

Sarah helped him shop for a few new outfits for himself as she said all he had was work clothes and he needed something new for the airport and date nights. For the airport, she found him a nice jean jacket and T-shirt he liked, along with some nice new jeans, and said to wear his nice boots with it all. He felt he would be overdressed for the airport, but he felt good about himself in the mirror at the department store. On top of that, he wanted to look his best for you.

She also convinced him to go get his hair trimmed and styled. She knew he wanted to look his best, he just needed some help knowing what to do as it had been forever since he felt like this.

On the day of your flight, he heard from you when you left the base. You told him you would call him from a payphone when you got to the States, which would be a layover in Newark around 7 am his time.

That morning, when he heard his phone ring on his nightstand, he rolled over, seeing an unfamiliar number, he instantly woke up knowing it was you, that was his alarm clock.

“Hello? Darlin’?” he said with sleep in his voice.

You giggled, “Morning sleepy head!”

He chuckled, “Hey baby, you in the States?”

“I am, I just landed and went through customs.” you smiled hearing his voice.

“How was your first two flights?” he asked starting to get out of bed.

You chuckled, “I’ll take anything over the flight I came over on.”

He chuckled lightly, “Oh, I bet. I forgot you didn’t go over commercially…”

“Yeah, worst flight ever. This one, the one from Dubai, I got a pillow and a single breath mint… I’ve never felt so special!” you joked.

“Wow, aren’t you just so spoiled!” he smiled through the phone.

“I got some sleep though, which was nice. But then when I woke up, I was sat by this older lady who kept thankin’ me for my service, which got a little overwhelming. You can only say you’re welcome so many times…” you chuckled.

He chuckled and nodded, “I agree.”

He heard someone behind you say ‘Thank you for your service’ and he let out a laugh. You said, ‘My pleasure’ to them and then chuckled, “Joel I can’t wait til I am out of an airport, they all keep staring at me.�� you giggled.

He chuckled softly, “They mean well baby… if I didn’t know you, I’d be doin’ the same thing.”

“Yeah but you’re cute, there’s a difference…” you teased.

He bit his lip, “So if I asked you out, you’d be ok with that?”

You blushed, “Cowboy if you just so much as looked my way, I’d die a happy woman.” you giggled shyly.

He grinned, “I feel the same way when you look at me sweetheart, I’m a lucky man.”

You sighed and then heard an announcement over the intercom, “Shoot that’s me. I gotta make it to my gate. I’ll call you when I land in South Carolina ok?”

He smiled and nodded happily, thinking of his plan, “Ok baby. I love you. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“I love you too. Have a good rest of your morning cowboy.”

Joel got up and got in the shower and then started getting ready. He needed to be at the airport in a few hours. After his shower, his nerves were everywhere. He scrambled around the house making sure everything looked good and even went to the car wash to vacuum and clean his truck before heading to the airport. He was stressed, but he couldn’t wait, he was so excited to see you.

He flew from Austin to South Carolina and then ran around the airport to find a local flower shop before you landed.

Around 3:30 pm he started to feel it sink in. He watched the arrivals and departures board like a hawk and saw that your flight was going to land a few minutes late. He saw which gate you were coming from and ran there to wait where family and friends could pick up their loved ones. He looked around and found he was in a swarm of people, all with signs and banners for their soldiers returning home like you. He knew would need to do something to make himself stand out so he could see you to get your attention.

He felt overwhelmed and his heart started to pound, his breathing became fast and he felt lightheaded. He took a second and took a deep breath through his nose, and then out through his mouth, like Maria taught him on that Skype call they had.

He felt his anxiety start to melt when he heard, “Flight 235 from Washington DC, now landing” over the intercom. He smiled and then shook out his hands and then stood in an area where he could see the escalator you’d come down perfectly.

He felt like it was an eternity he waited before he felt his phone buzz, he looked down at it and put it back in his pocket. He wanted the first time he heard your voice to be when you were in his arms.

He also knew if you knew his plan, you’d probably feel the same way and forgive him for ignoring your call.

A moment later he had a voicemail, he pushed to listen to it, holding it up to his ear, “Hey cowboy it's me, I arrived in South Carolina safely. You must be away from your phone or busy, I know you have that big project goin’ on at work…” he smiled and teared up, you remembered the smallest parts about his day, he loved how you loved and saw him. “...Anyway, I’ll try calling you again later, I’m going to grab something to eat, I’m starving, they didn’t have any snacks on the plane…” Someone in the background said ‘Thank you for your service’, you covered the phone a little and said ‘You're welcome’. “Where was I? Oh snacks, what plane doesn’t have snacks? A crime, right?” he heard you giggle and he chuckled and kept his eyes on the escalator, “Anyways, I’ll call you when I grab a hotel or am by another pay phone. I love you. Bye!”

He saw 3 army personnel come down the escalator so he quickly put his phone in his pocket and then straightened himself up, huffing his breath into his palm to check his breath didn’t stink, and then he bounced anxiously on his toes, his excitement at an all-time high.

He was holding a bouquet he made himself at a little flower shop downstairs. A mix of white flowers, some sprigs of lavender, and lots of greenery. All were things he remembered you mentioning, here and there, white flowers were your favorite, didn’t matter the type, your favorite color was green, and loved the smell of lavender. These were small things, but he knew they meant so much to you when he remembered them.

Family and friends started cheering and crying around him when their loved ones came to greet them, and more and more military personnel kept coming down. He kept his eyes fixed on the escalator and then there you were, his heart slammed against his ribs, his hands became clammy and he had never felt the amount of butterflies that just erupted in his stomach until now.

You had your sleeves rolled up a little, your hair up in the traditional bun, and were wearing the army traditional hat with your army attire, you had your bag in one hand, a backpack on your back, and then were also holding onto a bright pink suitcase by your left side.

His heart started pounding excitedly, and he smiled widely, waiting for you to look his way. As you rode down you were talking to a little kid while his mom held him behind you, you were making faces at him, making him giggle loudly. Joel smiled and watched lovingly, he knew he wanted to have a family with you one day. You’d be a great mom and he loved thinking of you carrying his child, it made his heart soar thinking about that in his future now that you were home.

As you got to the bottom you hopped off dramatically to make the kid laugh again and your smile was so bright, his heart almost burst at the sight. You then helped the mother with her suitcase that you were holding by you as you rode down before she thanked you for your help and service and walked the other way. You grabbed your bag from the floor and started walking towards the exit, trying to get out of this crowded area. You were walking on the other side of the waiting area that Joel was on.

Joel watched you, “Shoot, there’s too many people” so he shouted, “Y/N!” realizing you weren’t going to see him.

You stopped and looked around, frantically looking around, “Joel?” you said to yourself then you saw him and he saw you.

You both smiled at each other at the same time and you let out a chuckle, breathing excitedly as you started to walk towards him then started to walk faster wanting to get to him quickly.

He did the same and started walking towards you, maneuvering through crowds of people, keeping eye contact with you, you both had tears in your eyes and were smiling brightly.

As soon as he was close enough, you dropped your bag and took off your backpack, and then walked a few more steps towards him. He chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist with his free hand, pulled you close to him, picking you up, spinning you around in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders loosely giggling then as he set you down slowly and softly, you both kept eye contact. “I… what are you doing here?” you looked at him lovingly and touched his cheek gently, making sure this was real, tears spilling down your face, chuckling happily.

He leaned against your hand softly, eyes full of so much emotion, and smiled, “I came to surprise you but also, you ain’t drivin’ 15 hours my love… not on my watch.” he chuckled lightly and then looked into eyes and then at your lips, and his breathing became quick and excited, he lightly licked his lips and swallowed, “But also… I couldn’t wait a whole other day to do this…” he gently put his hand on your cheek and stroked it with his thumb softly before he leaned in slowly. He brushed his nose against yours, smiling lovingly before you both leaned into each other and closed your eyes, connecting your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. You kept your hand on his cheek for a moment and then moved it slowly to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer and to keep kissing you. He slowly moved his hand from your cheek and your waist and pulled you closer to him continuing to kiss you deeply and with every ounce of love he could pour into them, smiling when he changed the angle of his head to get better access to you.

You smiled and slowed down your kisses and pulled back inches away from his lips and whispered, “I couldn’t wait for that either…” you looked up into his eyes and then looked back down at his lips “Joel?” you looked back up into his eyes.

“Yeah baby?” he held you close to him, rubbing his thumb gently on your waist, softly dancing his nose across yours, smiling as you giggled “You have the most beautiful eyes…” you reached back and touched his cheek, “You’re so handsome…” you licked your lips, “I… I lo-” he cut you off by catching his lips in his and then whispering against your lips, “I love you.” he kissed you again, this time with a deep and slowly, gripping onto your waist to pull you as close as you could to him before gently pulling back after a couple of kisses and looking down at you, breathless, “I’m sorry but you got to say it first over there, I get to say it first over here.” he grinned as you giggled and nodded, reconnecting your lips to his, softly saying against his lips, “Ok cowboy, deal.” he picked you up again, you giggled against his lips as he spun around, kissing you slowly and lovingly before setting you back down and pulling back slowly, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

You smiled and chuckled, “I love you so much.” you felt his heart pounding against your chest, he was just as excited as you were.

He kissed your nose and then forehead, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand darlin’...” he gently pulled you to lay against his chest and hugged you, wrapping you in his arms. You’ve never felt so safe and loved.

He smelled of mint and sandalwood with a slight hint of eucalyptus, ‘Sarah was right’, you thought smiling to yourself. The scent was intoxicating and instantly made you feel warm inside. It was now your comfort, your security, your home scent. You wrapped one arm around his waist and kept one hand on his chest. For a moment you felt like it was just you and him, nothing else. His heart began to slow down and you could hear him hum contently.

You pulled back slowly and smiled at him then tilted your head, took a small step back, and looked at him up and down, grinning, “Cowboy, did you go shoppin’ and get a haircut for me?” you bit your lip, as he looked delicious.

He blushed and nodded, “I wanted to look my best baby, just for you.” he smiled, loving that you noticed, and by your reaction, he knew you enjoyed it.

You looked up at him grinning and touched his hair gently then gently traced your hands down his jacket and gently tugged his collar towards you, “God damn, you’re so fuckin’ handsome for me.” you bit your lip and then brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled him to your lips once more, giving him a deep and slow kiss, gently pulling on his lip when you let go.

His cock instantly started to become hard and he narrowed his eyes at you, biting his lip, tasting you, “Mmm, you can’t do that to me right now baby…” he closed his eyes and swallowed, leaning his head against yours, “I want you so bad, but I don’t want it to be in an airport…” he pleaded, gripping your waist with his hand, letting out a shaky chuckle.

You giggled and moved your nose against his, “I don’t want that either handsome, I just wanna keep you on your toes…” you looked into his eyes and batted your eyelashes.

He smirked, “Honey, I’m a fuckin’ ballerina pointe shoe dancer right now, I’m on my toes, believe me…” he chuckled down at you and brought his hand up to your cheek, gently stroking it and then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You giggled and then gave him a quick kiss before pulling back from him “Wanna give me a twirl then?” you teased.

He chuckled and then gasped, “Oh, these are for you!” he smiled as he pulled out the bouquet from behind you as he had held onto them the whole time.

You looked down at them and tears clouded your vision, “Joel… they’re beautiful.” you gently took the bouquet and looked through the arrangement, “Did you make this?” you looked up at him and he nodded proudly, a tear fell down your cheek, your heart so full.

He immediately touched your cheek and smiled sadly, “Oh sweetheart, please don’t cry…” he wiped the tear from your cheek.

“No, it's happy tears, I promise!” you said chuckling as a few more tears streamed down your cheeks, “I… I don’t know what to say, you…I…” you were lost for words, you looked down at the bouquet, suddenly feeling shy, smiling like an idiot.

He moved his hand down from your cheek and gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, pulling you up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then nose, then cheek, and stopped inches away from your lips and whispered, “What did I say about hidin’ that beautiful smile from me?” you looked into his brown eyes, filled with so much love, adoration, devotion and loyalty, you melted.

“Never to do it…” you whispered back, bouncing your eyes back and forth between his eyes and lips, you were putty in his grasp, you’d never be the same now that you’ve felt this type of love.

He ran his thumb over your lips slowly, looking at your lips hungrily, “Never to do it…” he whispered breathlessly back before he leaned in again and kissed you gently before pulling back for an instant to smile before returning to your lips and devouring you.

Your hand that you held the flowers with dropped to your side and the other pulled him closer by his jacket before it slid up his chest and cradled his cheek and jaw. You lightly let out a moan as his tongue parted your lips, he chuckled lightly and slowed down, gently pulling away, keeping his eyes closed, smiling as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Sorry, I… god you’re addicting…” he was out of breath, starting to get wound up.

You kept your eyes closed as well for a few moments, leaning your forehead against his, giggling.

He had both his hands on our waist and absentmindedly rubbed his thumbs against you, soothing you. “I think before we get a ticket for public indecency and kicked out of the airport we should get outta here.” he said softly as he opened his eyes chuckling.

You opened yours as well and nodded, adding a small giggle as you nodded, “I think that would be best cowboy…” you gently kissed his nose and then slowly parted yourself from him, turning around to grab your bags.

He cleared his throat, “Baby, what do you think you’re doin’...”

You grabbed your backpack and swung it over your shoulder, confused, “Gettin’ my bags?” you smiled innocently.

He shook his head and came over and softly took your backpack from you and kissed your cheek, “My girl doesn’t carry anythin’ she doesn’t need to…” he smiled and swung it onto his back and then grabbed your duffle with his other hand before holding out his right hand for you to take, “Where do ya wanna go get a bite to eat? We have an hour before our flight…” he smiled down at you.

You blushed and bit your lip, never having someone treat you like this in the smallest fraction, you felt so special and cared for. You gently grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly, “I um… I’ve been eating rice and beans for the longest time and there’s too many choices for me to pick from, so you choose!” you looked at him, he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it gently before leaning down and pecking your lips, “How does a burger and fries sound?” he said after pulling away from your lips.

You let out a moan and rolled your eyes, “Oh god, yes please that sounds delicious!”

He turned red and chuckled at your reaction, “Darlin, you can’t say and do things like that, you’re gonna drive me mad.” he said as he started walking with you towards the exit.

You giggled to yourself, “Sorry cowboy, I’ll tone it down.” you gently squeezed his hand and leaned against his arm as you walked.

Joel took you to a burger joint in the food court that smelled divine. You ordered the ‘Guac-O-Clock’ burger which had guacamole, pepper jack cheese, and crunchy jalapenos. Joel ordered the same, curious about the flavor as well, and an order of large fries for you both to share. He looked at you and asked what you wanted to drink and you said that water was fine, but he knew you wanted something else, you just weren’t sayin’ it. He looked at you and kissed the side of your head as he looked up at the menu as you were still ordering at the counter, “I want somethin’ to drink but don’t know what, what do you recommend baby?”

You looked up at the menu, “Can never go wrong with a Coke and if you’re feelin’ real frisky, a vanilla shake to dip your fries in!” you smiled and looked at him, he was already looking at you, smirking. He turned to the cashier, “Two of what she just said please.”

You can’t believe you fell for that, you huffed and gasped, “That was some bullshit reverse psychology there Miller!” you waved your finger in a circle towards him and giggled.

He gently grabbed your finger and leaned in close, “You don’t ever need to hold back with me darlin’, tell me what you want and you’ll have it, yeah?” he pecked your lips and then smiled, “Wanna go find us a seat while I grab our food?” he asked softly, then turning to pay the cashier.

You nodded and reached for your bag in his hand, he pulled it back, and you chuckled, “Honey, you’ll need both hands, let me just take it back to the table, then you can be my noble steed for the rest of the day.” you kissed his cheek, “I promise, I won’t fuss.” you winked.

He smiled and pecked your lips back, moving his hand back and handing you the bag, “Ok, you’re right. Thank you.”

You took the bag and went to find a table. You found one in the back that was not so noisy. You set your bag down and then went over to get straws, napkins, and a few little cups of ketchup in case.

Joel watched you and smiled happily, he felt so full of life right now and it felt so right having you here, being yours. He felt his heart swell with so much love and now you were here, he’d never let you go, he wanted forever with you.

After his order was called he made it over to your table and you met him there with what you had gathered.

“Thanks for grabbing all that darlin’...” he smiled at you as he took your backpack off him and set it next to your bag before pulling out your chair for you.

You kissed his cheek as you sat down, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He came around sat across from you, and smiled at you, “Dig in!” he chuckled as you separated the food out and then started slowly eating some fries, you closed your eyes and hummed, “It’s been so long since I’ve eaten actual like food ‘food’.” you giggled and took a sip of your Coke.

He smiled lovingly as he watched you eat, he took a bite from his burger and paused, looking down at it, shocked.

You looked at him and smiled, “Is it good?” you chuckled.

He nodded and rolled his eyes back in his head, letting out a groan and chewing, “That’s the best damn burger I’ve ever had holy shit…” he said with his mouth full, “Mmm…” he covered his mouth, “I’m so sorry darlin’, where are my manners?” he chuckled.

You smiled and shook your head, “Nah, good manners go out the window when it comes to food that good handsome.” giggling and then you took a bite paused as well, and looked at him, he nodded and chuckled.

“Right? It’s so good…” he took a sip of his Coke.

You nodded and chewed, then swallowed, “Mmm nice fun fact about me… I love guac, like I make it homemade all the time, so this burger, it's gonna make me cry, it’s perfect.” you took another bite and smiled to yourself, doing a little dance happily in your seat.

Joel smiled at you and chuckled, “Happy dance baby?” he took another bite as well.

You nodded and giggled, chewing and swallowing before taking another bite.

You two ate like this for a few more minutes before your burgers were gone and you held each other's hands across the table and shared the fries and had your shakes making small talk, catching up on the last two days you two haven’t been able to talk much due to traveling.

You grabbed a fry and went to dip it into your shake when two people approached your table, “Excuse me…” an older man said, he had crutches and was in army attire as well, except he was wearing the decorated ceremony wear.

You turned your head to look at the person and immediately dropped your fry in your shake and stood up, standing to attention, saluting the man in front of you, “Sir…”

He looked at you and teared up, “Are you… are you Specialist Y/N of Delta 30?” he then saw your patch, “I’m sorry, Sergeant Y/N?”

You knew exactly who he was. “Yes sir.”

Joel sat there confused by the interaction, but proud you were being recognized.

The man’s wife behind him was in tears, Joel smiled softly at her.

He slowly saluted you back and then spoke, “At ease.”

You stood with your hands to your side respectfully and smiled gently at him, “Captain Williams, it’s good to see you, sir.”

Joel immediately remembered the name, this is who you and Maria had saved.

He chuckled as tears fell down his cheeks, and lunged forward and hugged you, “Thank you. Thank you for what you did, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and your partner.”

You hugged him back and smiled as you pulled back, “It was an honor sir.” you smiled at him.

His wife came forward, now sniffling, chuckling, “I’m sorry, may I hug you as well?”

You chuckled softly, “Of course ma’am…” you brought her into a hug and held her tightly.

Joel stood and watched the interaction with so much pride and love for you.

Williams turned towards Joel and smiled, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, you must be her husband.” he offered Joel to shake his hand.

Joel smiled, and took his hand, “I’m her boyfriend, Joel, but I’ll be gladly and proudly taking that title one day, sir.”

His wife held onto you and cried, “I can’t thank you enough, you will always be a part of our lives, you brought him home.”

You rubbed her back gently and nodded, “Thank you, ma’am, I am honored.”

Williams looked at you, “I tried to look for you on the plane, they said we were going to be flying back together.” he chuckled, “I had to say somethin’... I mean… the last thing I remember was your face, and then I think you carried me?” he asked and chuckled, “My fat ass… you carried?”

His wife pulled back from the hug and wiped her eyes with a tissue. You put your hands in front of you, respectfully, and chuckled at his remark, “I did carry you out of the combat zone into the building we exited on top of sir, but then my partner was shot while she and our combat escort were attempting to make it to safety as well behind me. I handed you off to Private Jack Coleman, he carried you the rest of the way to the plane while I went back out and got my partner sir.” you smiled gently as you explained.

His wife looked at you, “You went back out there… willingly?” she looked shocked.

You looked at her and nodded, smiling proudly, “It’s my job ma’am to protect and aid those wounded in battle. It was my job to get your husband out safe - but also my team, I didn’t think twice about it…” you smiled and looked down briefly, “Plus she’s family…” you looked up, “There was no way between high heaven and hell I was going to leave her there.” you chuckled softly.

She shook her head and chuckled, “You’re crazy! We were told missiles were being dropped and gunfire was everywhere, I don’t know how you got back alive…”

Joel piped in, “I like to think she had some type of protection watchin’ over her… she has avoided death more times than my heart could count…” he winked at you.

You smiled at him and pulled out your necklace placing it out of your attire then looked at Mrs. Williams, “I’m also annoyingly stubborn… so that helped too.” you winked at his wife and she laughed softly, along with Joel and Cpt. Williams. “But yes, a lot was going on… there were missile sirens while we ran your husband up to be rescued… and I did end up getting clipped while getting my partner into the plane but nothin’ too bad.” you cleared your throat.

“I was told you and Coleman went back to Delta 30 afterward to rescue some of your people, I was sorry to hear about your loss.” he gently said, touching your arm.

You looked down and took a breath before looking back at him, your eyes changed slightly, and you started to fiddle with your bracelet, “Thank you, sir.” you nodded and offered a small smile.

Williams chuckled and then hugged you again, “Thank you again, I don’t know how I will ever be able to express my gratitude fully…”

His wife came over and hugged Joel, then pulled back and looked at him and nodded towards you with her head, “Just nod… are you gonna?” she raised her eyebrow.

Joel knew exactly what she was asking, he leaned in a little closer and whispered, “I have the ring and everythin’ planned, just waiting for that perfect time.” he smiled and winked.

She leaned in closer, “When you do, I expect an invitation, you hear?” she patted his arm softly.

Joel chuckled and nodded, “Yes ma’am, of course.” he smiled and looked lovingly back at you, you were laughing at something the Captain said.

His wife came over and gently touched her husband's arm to get his attention, “We should let them get back to their meal honey...”

He nodded and then pulled something out of his pocket, handing you an envelope, “Just a little somethin’, for my gratitude. And… I know how hard it is after you get back. My contact info is in there if you need someone to talk to…” he gently put his hand on yours, “It was so good to finally meet you. Welcome home.” he nodded and then turned to walk away, his wife touched your arm and smiled before walking away with her husband.

You stood there and watched them walk away, it was good to see he had made it. After seeing his condition and how weak his pulse was, you weren’t sure he’d make it, but it was good he did, he seemed like such a kind man.

However, it brought up flashbacks of Z and you were all of a sudden overwhelmed by the noise and stimulation around you to stop those memories from flashing in your mind. Your breathing became quick and shaky, starting to panic.

Joel could tell you were somewhere other than here and then saw how you were breathing. He quickly rounded the table and gently pulled you into his chest and hugged you, kissing the top of your head, “I got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.” he held you tightly. You let tears fall and began to softly cry, grabbing onto his chest.

He started whispering that he had you, to let what you needed out, he continually kissed your head and gently rubbed your back.

You took what time you needed to let out the emotion you had held back for so long before you pulled back a little and wiped your eyes, “God, I didn’t expect to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of an airport food court.” you lightly chuckled.

Joel watched you and rubbed your arms softly, as you regained yourself.

You let out a breath and then shook your hands out, letting go of all the anxiety, he pulled up your chin to look at him softly, “Hey, lemme look at ‘cha…”

You smiled up at him sweetly and he smiled back at you, “I know that was a lot, and I’m sure brought up some stuff, just know I’m here for you to reach out to now, m’kay?” he searched your eyes and rubbed his thumb against your chin softly.

You nodded and he pulled you up to his lips and gently kissed you then pulled back “Mmm vanilla shake…” he kissed you again faster, then pulled back, “My my aren’t ya a sweet treat…”

You burst into a fit of giggles against his lips and he smiled and he continued to kiss you but slowed down and the last kiss was deep and slow, savoring you the moment just a little while longer moving his hand to your cheek to hold you close.

He gently pulled back, leaving you breathless.

“Flight 753 for Austin, now boarding.”

He chuckled and kissed your nose, “We gotta go, baby, we got a plane to catch.” he backed away, grabbing your bags, leaving you there, stunned and speechless.

You giggled to yourself and then shook your head, “I’m never gonna get used to the way you make me feel…” you admitted as you went to the table and grabbed your flowers then took his hand as you both ran to the gate.

When you boarded the plane and it took off, the flight attendant asked if you and Joel wanted any refreshments, Joel asked for a coffee and you about jumped out of your seat with excitement, “Oh, yes one for me too… please…” you beamed.

When she walked away, he chuckled, “Didn’t have coffee on the other flights?” he took your hand and kissed it.

“We did, it was just awful, I just tasted like that instant stuff, you know?” you messed with his fingers as you talked, and then looked up at him when after he kissed your temple.

“How do you like your coffee, are you a sweet or bitter drinker?” he looked down at your hands together.

“You gonna make me coffee tomorrow morning cowboy?” you smiled, blushing.

“That and breakfast my love.” he looked over at you, lovingly.

You looked at him and then leaned up and kissed him, softly and gently a couple of times before pulling back.

“I like my coffee with just a splash of milk and a tiny bit of caramel sauce, and during Christmas time I like peppermint creamer.” you giggled. “You like yours black right?” you looked at your hands again and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, black… like my soul!” he joked, chuckling.

You chuckled with him and then the flight attendant came back with your coffee’s.

You perked up and gently took yours from her, she gave you a few sleeves of sugar and creamer- you put one creamer and two sugars and then took a sip, you did a little dance like you did at the burger joint. Joel smiled and started chuckling, “You do that when you like your food or drink, don’t ya?”

You looked at him, “Do what?”

“That cute little happy dance, I’ve noticed you do it when you eat something really good or eat something you really like… it’s adorable.” he smiled down at you and then wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

You shrugged, “I didn’t know I did it that often, but as long as you think it’s cute, it’ll keep happening.” you chuckled as you nuzzled into his side.

Joel hummed and rubbed absent-minded circles against your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

When you saw it was about a 4-hour flight on the TV in front of you, you immediately got sleepy, your eyes started to close and before you knew it you were out.

“I forgot to tell ya but Sarah went to a friend's house for the night so we will have the house to ourselves, you wanna rent a movie and order in for dinner?” he kissed the top of your head.

He didn’t hear you answer back so he moved a little in his seat and saw you asleep, he smiled at the sight, happy to know that he made you feel safe enough to fall asleep on him. He kissed your head again and turned on the TV in front of him, put some earbuds in, and turned on a movie while you slept.

A few hours later you heard the dings of the plane asking everyone to please be seated as the plane was about to descend. You sat your head up and looked around, slightly confused, you felt Joel squeeze your hand, “Hey sleepy head, good nap?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

You chuckled and nodded then took your hand from Joel and put your arms above your head to stretch, “How long was I out?” you asked and then put your arms down and rolled your shoulders back and forth.

Joel smiled and began putting his tray up, “About 4 hours, maybe less… but I’m glad you got some sleep, I know it’s been a long day of traveling.”

He gave yours and his trash to the flight attendant as she walked past and you looked out the window of the plane, “We’re already here? Damn… that was a fat nap.” you giggled and then took Joel's hand and leaned back in your seat. “When we land, how long of a drive is it to your house?”

Joel looked down at you, “If traffic is ok, about 30 minutes, but no more than 45.” he kissed your forehead then brought your hand to his lips and gently kissed it.

“I didn’t know you were asleep when I asked this earlier but I forgot to mention that Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, so we have the house to ourselves…” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Would you like to rent a movie and order in something for dinner?” he smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah, that sounds good to me. You uhm… you mind if I take a shower when I get there? I’ve been flying for about 40 hours, I feel and probably smell gross…” you chuckled.

Joel smiled and shook his head chuckling, “Of course. I’ll order us some food then while we wait for it to get there, you can take a shower, how does that sound?” he leaned down and kissed your cheek gently.

You nodded and blushed.

The plane landed and you and Joel grabbed your baggage then got in his truck and drove back to his place.

Traffic wasn’t bad so it was a little less than a half-hour drive.

He kept his hand on yours the whole drive and when he would stop at a light he’d lean over and ask for a kiss or he’d kiss your hand. He was intoxicated by you and couldn’t believe you were here. He felt so at peace in your presence and finally felt like he found someone who cared for him as much if not more than he cared for them. It was refreshing, thrilling and he had never felt so happy to be next to someone.

He had the radio on low and as you drove he’d show you small things here and there that he thought you’d like to know about on the road - whether it was a historical or famous landmark or had a fun memory with Sarah attached to it.

It felt so easy between the two of you, there were never awkward silences or moments where either of you felt weird filling the space with conversation, you both felt so relieved to have someone that you connected with on the level you two shared.

When he pulled into his driveway you perked up and smiled, “So this is where my letters have been comin’... the famous 402 Rancher Street.” you giggled and when he parked you went to get out of the truck, and he gently grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Nuh-uh, you sit here, I’ll come ‘round and get your door baby.” he leaned over and kissed you quickly then got out and ran behind the truck to get your door, and you chuckled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, chivalry lives! It’s alive!” you did in a funny voice as you hopped out of the truck. He chuckled as he shut the door then he was immediately on you, hands on your waist, gently pushing you up against the door “Come ‘ere you goof…”

You giggled and found his lips, kissing him gently and slowly, moving your hands up his chest to tangle in his hair and pull him in closer as he deepened the kiss, pushing himself against you, whispering between kisses, “You’re gonna be treated like the goddess you are…” he began trailing his hands down to your ass and grabbing a handful, you let out a soft moan and he grinned against your lips, “Mmm I like that sound…” he then moved his head and trailed his lips against your jawline then began kissing your neck. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, “Joel…” you said breathlessly. He chuckled against your skin then he pulled back and came back to look at you, “Yeah baby?”

You were about to say something when you both heard, in a lighter southern accent “Joel Miller is that you?” as his older neighbor came down the sidewalk, and around his truck, catching you both in the action, “Oh, oh dear I’m so sorry.” she said and turned away, “Joel there are children around, behave!” she waved her hand at him.

You giggled and leaned your head back, letting out a louder laugh, Joel turned bright red and then looked at you laughing and then Mrs. Rose his neighbor, who was this older lady who was for the love of all things holy, so damn nosey. He sighed and put his head against your shoulder, “Mrs. Rose… I…” he said trying to find what to say.

“Ma’am I’m so sorry you just walked in on… well that…” giggled and then you gently slid out from under Joel and came up to the woman, “I’m Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you.” you smiled and stuck out your hand.

She turned to look at you and she exclaimed, “Oh my god! You’re home!” she shook your hand gently.

You looked at her confused and chuckled, “I’m home, yeah! Did Joel say somethin’ or was it just in the community newsletter?” you joked.

She gasped, “Oh you're right! It needs to go in there!” she didn’t catch onto your joke and was serious about adding it.

You giggled. Joel came up from behind you and wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek, “It’s not goin’ in that damn newsletter Rose…” he said grumpily, clearly blue-balled.

Rose looked at Joel “Oh pfft you big grump!” she swatted at him.

You smiled at him, “Yeah you big grump!” you chuckled and looked back at her, “Is everything ok ma’am? Did you need Joel for something?” you smiled gently at her, putting your hand on Joel’s around your waist.

“I was wondering if he could come put batteries in my smoke detector quick, the damn thing won’t quit beepin’...” she smiled at you kindly.

You pulled yourself away and looked up at him, grinning, “Oh Rose, he’d be happy to help! Plus, I’ve got to take a shower anyway, he can come to do it while I’m doin’ that.” you kissed his cheek, Joel was biting his tongue, and from the bulge you felt behind you, clearly frustrated. “You mind if he helps me inside real quick then he’ll be over?” you smiled at her.

“Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you so much dear!” she started to walk away, “Joel you know where the key is honey, just let yourself in!” she said as she walked.

You grinned and then started to walk to the front door, giggling, “You comin’ cowboy?”

Joel grinned and bit his lip and then looked at you, “Get inside, you’re in trouble…” he tossed you the keys. You caught them and giggled as you used them to get inside.

He hurried and grabbed your bags in the bed of his truck and then ran inside after you.

He closed the door quickly, set your bags down, and then picked you up so your legs were around his waist and pinned you up against a wall, knocking down a photo frame, and immediately devouring your lips with his. You giggled when he grabbed you and let out a moan as you started to kiss you. Your hands immediately made their way into his hair, tangling your fingers through his locks, pulling him closer to you.

Both of you were clearly out of breath, you began trying to take off his jacket, and he set you down on your feet softly and aggressively took it off then threw it behind him, he untucked your button-up and began to impatiently unbutton it, he got it undone and began taking it off your shoulders, you helped him and then threw it behind him as well, he pulled back a fraction, “Arms up.” he said desperately, you did as he asked and he lifted your tank up and off your body, before putting his hand on your cheek and kissing you slow and passionately.

You kissed him like that for a few moments before you pulled back gently and put your hand on his chest, out of breath, “Mmm wait…” he moved down to your neck and you chuckled, letting out a small moan as he began to suck on the soft spot between your jaw and ear, hands on your jaw and waist, addicted to you, you swallowed down another moan, “Joel… what are the chances she’ll come back over and knock on your door?” you let out another moan as he began to suck softly on your earlobe, breathing fast and excited.

He whispered, “Right now, I’m more concerned with makin’ those sweet noises continue to come outta you, not what noises are comin’ out of her damn smoke detector.” he kissed up your jawline and then drug his hand that was on your cheek slowly down your body, lightly over your breasts and stomach, to land on your belt, and start undoing it.

You swallowed, you didn’t want to stop this but you needed to shower first, you knew you smelled like the airplane and you didn’t want your first time with him to be rushed. You smiled and then put your hand on his cheek and made him look at you, you kissed him gently and then pulled away, “As much as I want you to take me into that bedroom and keep makin’ those sounds come out of me… I smell like an airplane, I need to take a shower…” you kissed him again, he was completely drunk on you, “I also know you like to take your time, and baby… I want you to take your time…” you kissed him slower this time, “I want you to pull every ounce of pleasure out of me tonight…” you kissed him again and let out a moan against him as he slid his tongue against your lip, “Mmm baby, this can’t be rushed…” you gently kissed him again, and then pulled back and looked into this eyes.

He smiled out of breath and touched your cheek then leaned in and kissed you slowly, taking his time before pulling back “You’re right, I’m not gonna rush this. I wanna take my time with you now that I’ve got you.” he gently kissed your nose and then pulled away and stood up straight, biting his lip as he looked over your body and nodded, “Shower is upstairs, last door on your right darlin’...” you blushed and took a step and reached up and fixed his hair, “If you hurry back… you can join me if you want…”

His eyes widened, and then he sprinted out of the house towards Mrs. Rose’s.

You giggled and ran upstairs. You started the shower, to warm it up, and then you took your hair out of the bun and let it loose, you sat on the end of the bed to untie your boots, you were looking around as you were unlacing and noticed products in the bathroom that looked familiar and then saw two toothbrushes. You slid off your boots and then walked slowly into the bathroom and picked up a few things, they were all brand new.

You didn’t even hear the front door close and Joel running up the stairs and then immediately throwing off his boots in the hallway. He then started taking his shirt off when he got into the bedroom, tossing it in the hamper like a pro. He walked up to the bathroom panting softly and saw you by the counter, he paused unbuckling his belt, “Darlin’?”

You turned around slowly, “Did you… how did you…” tears in your eyes as you chuckled looking at him.

He saw what you were looking at and smiled softly, then stepped towards you and took the face cream, and set it down on the counter behind you, then gently touched your cheek, “I told you I was gonna take care of you.” he found your eyes and gently rubbed his nose against yours before saying, “I called Maria when she got home, got a list of everything you used, down to the toothpaste brand.” he moved his hand down and gently started to unbuckle your belt, keeping eye contact with you, “I got you all that stuff you see on the counter…” he kissed your nose, “I got you all the shower stuff you use…” he kissed your left cheek, starting to unbutton your pants and slide them down your legs, “I went shoppin’ with Sarah and got you new clothes cuz I knew you left everything when you left Charlie’s… they are in the closet or in your drawer in the dresser…” he kissed your other cheek, as you stepped out of your pants, tears falling but you smiled at him lovingly the whole time, you put a hand on his cheek gently, “I got you a new phone, it’s downstairs, we just need to set it up…” he started to move his hands back up your body and unclasped our bra, letting it fall down, your breath hitched and you looked down at his lips then back up to his eyes. He kissed your forehead gently, starting to unbuckle his belt, then pulled back and looked into your eyes. He let his pants fall to his ankles and then he grabbed your waist and picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist, he kicked both of your clothes out of the way and put you to sit on the bathroom counter. You gasped at the coldness against your skin.

He grinned and then looked up at you, putting your cheeks in his hands and wiping the tears off your cheeks before moving them to the back of your leg and waist to pull you closer to him, you could feel his hardness against your core, “I’m gonna take care of you… every day, for the rest of our days… I’m gonna love you unconditionally and with every piece of me…” he looked at your lips and then back up into your eyes, “One way I’m gonna show you how much I love you is by worshiping you and this perfect body you have, every chance I can get…” he then leaned in and captured your lips in his in a deep and passionate kiss.

You moved your hands to loosely wrap around his neck then when he moved his hands to your waist, you tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him for a few moments. You moaned quietly feeling him pick you up again and set you down on your feet. He tucked his fingers under the band of your panties and gently pulled them down. You moved your hands down his body slowly, and made your way to the band of his boxers, tugging it gently, you whispered against his lips, “May I?” you fell against his lips again.

He nodded and grinned, “Never need to ask my love…” he touched your cheek and then he moved down to mark your neck with love bites.

You panted and let out a soft moan then dipped your hand into his boxers and felt his cock, hard and thick, the size alone was slightly intimidating, but you wanted nothing more than him inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so big…” you began to stroke him in your hand gently, and he groaned against your neck “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock darlin’, gon’ fill you up.” he used his hands on your waist to walk you up against the bathroom wall, pinning you up against it softly, moving his lips down to kiss your breasts and gently suck on your nipples as he removed his boxers and knelt on the cold bathroom tile before you, kissing down your stomach and lifting one of your legs to lay on his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh gently, whispering “You’re so soft, so beautiful...”

You looked down at him, “W-What are you doin’...” you moaned feeling his lips getting closer to your cunt.

He grinned and looked up at you, “Takin’ care of you…” he then kissed your clit gently and kept eye contact with you before using his tongue to press against your bundle of nerves, you let out a gasp followed by a breathy moan, “Fuck Joel…” your body flooded with goosebumps and your back arched, your head fell back against the wall as he continued to devour you, using his tongue to drink up your sweet pussy.

Your breathing became fast and you quickly felt yourself on the edge of a climax, you reached your hand down and took a handful of his hair, then looked down at him as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit relentlessly, watching every reaction you gave him to study what you liked best.

“Right there, fuck… Joel… I…” you gasped and you felt yourself cum harder than you ever have been able to before, moaning and arching your back again off the wall, legs beginning to lightly shake.

Joel grinned and slowed his actions down, careful not to overstimulate you, he moved his lips to suck love bites into your inner thigh, then looked up at you, “You’re so beautiful when you cum on my tongue baby…”

You looked down at him, chest heaving, you chuckled, “C’mere cowboy…” You bit your lip, wanting to taste yourself on his lips.

He stood up slowly to help you keep your balance and then let your leg go slowly and softly, towering over you, touching your foreheads together, you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes, “You weren’t kidding about making sure I was satisfied first…”

He chuckled “No… I wasn’t” he bit his lip and pulled his head away a little to look down at your necklace, “You never took this off, did you?” he put his finger through the chain and gently pulled it towards him, effectively pulling you towards him, he looked up at your lips as you whispered, “It never came off, not once…” you breathing became slow and controlled, you placed our hands on his chest and looked at him focusing on your lips. “Kiss me…” his eyes met yours, “Take care of me, Joel…” you looked down at his lips hungrily.

He then looked back at your lips for less than a moment before pulling you by your necklace to his lips, humming against them as you slid our hands up his chest and put one in his hair to bring him closer to you. The other stayed on his jaw, holding him to your lips, kissing him lovingly and slowly, walking him towards the shower, turning you both around, and then parting from his lips slowly and stepping into the water and giggling as you let the water run down your body, he stood there for a moment, watching you lovingly, being in the moment.

You turned around and put your head back to wet your hair.

Joel stepped into the shower behind you and closed the door behind him, gently putting his hands on your hips, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder and then another in the crook of your neck, “May I wash you?” he said softly and lovingly.

You turned your head towards him and then turned around slowly, him keeping his hands on your hips, “Only if I can wash you too…” You found his eyes and smiled softly.

He smiled back at you and nodded, then stepped closer to you, drops of water falling off the tip of his nose onto yours. “May I wash your hair first?” his eyes danced across your features.

You nodded, “Would you like me to turn around or fa-?” he cut you off.

“Face me. I was access to your lips.” he whispered softly and then leaned down and kissed you deeply a couple of times, then slowly pulling away. Looking over at the shelf and grabbing the bottle of shampoo, he squirted some in his palm and then brought it up to his nose, taking a small sniff, he smiled, “Vanilla coconut?”

You smiled and nodded, “Good nose baby…”

He smiled and then lifted his arms and rubbed the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, humming softly at how good it feels.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your nose then cheek then slowly moves towards your lips, teasing you with how close he is, you open your eyes and peek at him grinning above you, he bites his lip, “Can I help you?” he asks you innocently.

“Just wonderin’ what mischief you’re up to…” you chuckle softly and then close your eyes again. He rinses your hair and his hands in the water softly and careful not to get water in your eyes and then runs his thumb against your bottom lip, “Tell me, where do you like being kissed the most, my love…”

You smiled against his thumb, “Why don’t you use those lips and I’ll tell ya when you’re close…” Your eyes danced between his and his lips.

He grinned and then kissed your cheek, you giggled and nodded. He then moved to your jaw, you hummed in approval. He moved down to your neck and you put your hands on his shoulders, “I like it there…”, he moved to the spot between your neck and ear, and you softly moaned, “I really like it there…”

He chuckled, “Noted.” he continued down to your collarbone, you bit your lip and looked down at him, breathing slow and heavy. He gently kissed your breast and then your nipple, you sucked in some air and blushed deeply at your reaction.

“Mmm, there’s another spot…” he then moved down and trailed his lips to the inner part of your groin where there was soft flesh, you softly moaned and then giggled, keeping your hand on his shoulder.

He looked at your core then back up and grinned, “I think we’ve established that you like it when I kiss you there…”

You giggled and nodded.

He picked up your foot and then trailed his lips down slowly, you giggled when he went by your knee, “Ok I’m just ticklish there…” you admitted.

He looked up at you and chuckled, “Noted…” he said in a low-toned voice.

You giggled at his reaction. He continued down your calf and then kissed the inner part of your ankle, you hummed and smiled down at him. He looked at the outer part of your leg and saw where you were shot, he softly let your leg down and then gently kissed it, and you bit your lip.

He looked up and smirked, “Turn around for me my love…”

You blushed and slowly turned around. He kissed the globe of your ass, and hearing you let out a soft moan, he mentally noted that spot. He continued up and kissed your love handles, making you moan a little louder, he smirked. He then trailed up your spine with his lips, eliciting goosebumps as he did that. He stood behind you and moved your hair to your right shoulder, then kissed your left shoulder, you leaned your head to the right side and hummed, he then trailed his lips slowly up your shoulder and earned a moan as he touched closer to your neck. He smirked, “What about here?” he kissed your pulse point, and you let out a breathy moan, moving back against him, pressing your ass against his cock, “Joel…”

He slid his hands to two locations, one to knead your breast, and the other between your legs, starting to rub your clit, “I showered this morning… I need you…” he whispered in your ear before sucking on your earlobe, groaning softly as you started moving your ass against his cock.

You started moaning softly as he rubbed lazy circles on your clit, “Fuck…” you turned around his arms and caught his lips in yours and kissed him slowly a few times, whispering against his lips, “I love you…” before picking up the pace and biting his bottom lip gently, moaning softly.

He reached over and shut off the water, “Wait here…” he parted from your lips and got out to grab two towels. He handed one to you and you started to dry your hair quickly as he began to dry himself off. He was then on your lips as you dried off your body and the moment he saw you were dry he chuckled against your lips and grabbed you, picking you up to wrap around him, “C’mere you…”

You giggled and held onto him as he carried you both to his bed, continuing to kiss him as he walked. He turned on a table side lamp and it gave the room a warm glow about it.

You parted from his lips and were softly panting. You looked at him lovingly and brushed your hand across his cheek and into his hair, combing his hair back. “You’re so handsome… so strong… I’m so lucky…” you brushed your nose against his and then he set you down on your feet and looked down at you, adoringly, he swallowed and went to say something but then smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist and connected your lips to his once again, kissing you deep and with so much love, he then picked you up to lay you gently on the bed behind you, then hovered over you as he continued to kiss you.

He lowered his hips into your core, his cock pressing against your clit, then he began slowly moving his hips, sliding himself through your folds.

You moaned against his lips, subconsciously moving your hips along to the same rhythm, eager to gain more friction.

Your hands were on his chest and one on his waist to pull him closer to you. His hand was planted above your head and the other started moving down your body to the back of your knee, pulling it up and around his waist, opening you up wider for him. He pulled away from your lips and began kissing your neck, groaning as he continued to grind against you.

You moaned and panted, “Joel, please…” you begged, hand on the back of his head as he continued to kiss your neck.

He made his way back to your lips and kissed you slowly, deeply, taking his time, then he leaned back a little and reached into this drawer, you put your hand on his chest, “You don’t need one, I… I have an IUD…” you said softly, lips swollen, chest heaving.

He nodded and smiled brightly coming back to your lips and kissing you gently but slowly, “God I love you so much… you’re so perfect…” he reached down and grabbed his cock and slid it through your folds, whispering against your lips as he praised, “You’re so wet for me… such a good girl…”

You moaned softly and held his cheek as you kissed him. He pulled back gently and looked down to help himself aim, then once he notched himself at your entrance he looked up and and kissed your forehead before he put his forehead against yours, “I’m going to take this slow, if you need me to stop, or it hurts, all you need to do is tell me and I’ll stop my love…” he rubbed his nose against yours, you nodded.

“Joel, I need you… please…” you softly begged.

He slowly pushed his way through your entrance, watching your reaction, making sure if he saw any hint of pain to pull back. You gasped and kept your eyes on him, “Oh fuck…” you moaned smiling at him, putting a hand on his cheek and shoulder, gripping his shoulder in pleasure.

He gently grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm and inner wrist before he intertwined your fingers to his and pushed it into the mattress, pushing himself further in, slowly, he groaned, “God, you feel so good darlin’... you’re takin’ me so well…” he moved down and began kissing your neck, inhaling how sweet you smelled which drove him to want more of you.

You moaned and held onto his hand, you felt so full of him, it felt so good, “More… please…” you said out of breath, “Oh god please more…”

He bottomed out and groaned when he did so, “Look at you… you were made for me baby…” he kissed up your neck then your jaw, and hovered over your lips, “You feel so good around me…” he started to slowly move his hips, breathing heavy and quick, pulling soft and light moans from you, “God I’m so in love with you…” he crashed his lips onto yours and letting out a groan as you fluttered around him, slowly egging him on to picking up the pace.

You moaned against his lips and you fell drunk to his cock, whimpering and whispering “Oh my god, you feel so good…” and “I love you so much… please… don’t stop…” against his lips.

He wrapped his hand around your waist to keep you where he wanted you, keeping a steady pace, rolling his hips at a rhythm that made your pussy pulse around him, pulling him in, making love drunk on you.

“I… I’m… fuck baby, don’t stop…” you moaned as you arched your back on the brink of climax.

He parted from your lips and watched you come undone, “Let go baby… come for me…” he said before reaching down and rubbing lazy circles on your clit, while he whispered into your skin as he kissed your shoulder and up your neck, “Fuck… you feel so good…”

Your breathing sped up and you leaned your head back into the pillow, gripping his hand and the sheets under you as you came, moaning his name like a prayer.

He smirked and picked up the pace faster, groaning as he felt he was close as well, but he wanted to pull one more out of you. He kissed your lips once and then he pulled out and let go of your hand, starting to crawl down between your legs.

You lifted your head and then before you could say anything he licked up your cunt, lapping up what you just gave him, your head fell back against the pillow and you gasped before moaning his name.

He grinned and pulled his lips from you, dragging a finger through your wetness, “Can you be a good girl and cum again on my tongue for me?”

You bit your lip, and nodded, “Oh god… yes sir…” feeling a heat rise up your spine from unbelievable pleasure.

Something in Joel switched when you said that and it was like he was starved for you as he immediately latched back onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it before adding a finger into you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly and moan at how good it felt, “Oh baby you’re so fucking good to me…”

He watched you to gauge what he could do make you beg for more, he wanted to tease you a little bit, make it more enjoyable.

He pulled himself off your sweet cunt and kissed your inner thigh, softly biting into your flesh as he added a second finger, you gasped and let out a sweet whimper, chest heaving up and down, “Joel…”

He smirked, “Yes darlin’?” he kissed your clit and then dragged his tongue up it adding some pressure, slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

Your breath hitched and you looked down at him, eyebrows knitted as you moaned, “Oh god, I need more… I need you…” you moaned again as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit.

He grinned and added a third finger, making you curse under your breath, he watched as your brows knitted together again and you swallowed, “Oh baby like that, keep doin’ that…” you breathlessly cried.

He kept up what he was doing and then sucked your clit and let it go and lightly tapped it a couple of times with his other hand, beginning to pump his fingers faster into you. He watched as your breathing became faster and you grabbed your breast, pinching your nipple to throw you over the edge, he noted that detail for later, “Fuck, that’s hot…” he muttered under his breath.

You moaned as you came hard, gushing around his fingers, “Oh fuck… fuck… b-baby…” he grinned and flicked your clit with his tongue a couple of times before kissing slowly, using his tongue to lap up what you gave him.

You gasped as a second wave hit you, a broken moan leaving you as you fell back against the pillow, in sweet bliss. You lost your vision for a moment as you came so hard you felt yourself vibrating afterward.

You were out of breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm yourself down, you chuckled and then sat up on your elbows and looked down at him, and bit your lip, “I want you to fuck me like how you described the night I got back from Delta 30…” you smirked at him, knowing it would push him over the edge, it was your turn to take care of him.

He sat up and swallowed hard, “Baby… I ain’t gonna last long if we do that…” he came up to meet you back at your lips, kissing you softly, “I wanna make this last a little longer than that… I’m still wanting so much more of you…” he touched your cheek and pulled you up against him with his other hand on your waist as he settled between your legs again.

You grinned against his lips and then pushed him off you and onto his back before rolling onto him and straddling his waist, grinding against his cock, “Then is this a good middle ground cowboy?” you put your hands on his chest and continued to coat his cock with your pussy.

He was speechless at the quick motion so he nodded and for once was breathless, “Fuck yes, god that feels so good baby…” he put his hands on your hips to follow your movements.

You leaned forward and sat up a little, reaching between you and softy grabbing his throbbing cock, guiding it towards your entrance then slowly sitting down, taking him slowly, closing your eyes, and throwing your head back as you did, moaning, “Oh fuck… you’re so fucking thick…” you began to grasp the girth of him at this angle.

As soon as he felt you on his cock he grunted and watched your reaction, grinning, breath heavy and fast, his heart pounding from how good you felt around him, gripping onto your hips.

“Mmm you feel so perfect on my cock baby, you look so fucking good…” he grinned as he started to pump his hips a little to give you some stimulation, you put your hand behind you onto his thigh and moved your hips back and forth, he was so deep that he was rubbing against your cervix and it felt oh so good coupled with the stimulation you were getting against your clit you were approaching another orgasm quick.

He looked up at you and if he could, he’d take a photo of how fucking delicious you looked riding him. “Fuck baby… I’m close…” he whined and swallowed as he felt a pull and the tension started to build, “Where do you want me?” he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, trying to hold on a little longer.

You bit your lip and moaned softly, feeling close as well, “In me… I want you to cum in me…” you let out a shaky breath, “Fuck I’m gonna cum…” You picked up the pace a little, making Joel let out a moan and grip your hips tighter, feeling his orgasm fast approaching.

Just as he felt your pussy begin to tighten around him he sat up quickly and wrapped his arm around your waist and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, throwing you off the edge, barreling towards an intense orgasm.

You snapped your head forward and grabbed onto his hair, holding him onto you, knitting your brows together, moaning loudly as you came, rolling your hips on his cock whispering out of breath, “Oh fuck baby… you feel so fucking good, so fucking deep…” you moaned and he removed his lips from your nipple, moving to grab your lips in his and kiss you deeply as he held you down on his cock.

His heart was pounding as he thrusts up into you a few times, spilling deep inside you, moaning and preaching how much he loves you, how he loves your body against his, how good you feel with him inside you, rambling his love for you against your lips and in between kisses, out of breath and but still unable to get enough of you, making your hips milk every ounce he has to give you.

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips as he rambled, combing your fingers through his hair gently, absorbing every word he praised.

He slowed down his breathing and slowly laid back down, pulling you with him, keeping his lips on yours, slowing down his kisses, gently tracing his hands down your back. You pulled back from his lips and looked into his eyes lovingly, “Easy there cowboy…” you put a hand on his chest to feel his heart racing.

He let out a deep chuckle and reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, lightly licking his lips, tasting you still on them. He smiled up at you, “You’re so beautiful… I love you so much…” he touched your cheek and you whispered back, “I love you more…” he chuckled, “Impossible…” and leaned up to steal another kiss, letting it be slow and sensual.

You hummed happily and pulled back slowly, then laid on his chest for a few minutes. He drew slow shapes and love letters onto your back with his fingertips, holding you close, slowing coming down from your highs.

You slowly sat up after several minutes and looked at the time and kissed his chest softly, “I’ll be right back handsome…” and went to get up off him and off the bed when he grabbed your hand and looked at you, “Where do ya think you’re goin’...?” he kissed your hand and up your arm softly, keeping eye contact with you with those big brown eyes.

You giggled and touched his cheek softly, “I’m just grabbin’ some medicine that I’m taking for my injuries baby… I’ll be right back.” you blushed at his eagerness to keep you close, “I promise…”

He sat up on his elbow, “Is it in your bag?” he kept your hand and kissed it gently.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just running downstairs quick…” you leaned down and kissed him gently then went to pull away when he grabbed you by your waist, making you squeal and giggle. He pulled you back in bed onto your back and leaned over you, continuing to kiss you slowly and softly a few times then he pulled away, “Mmm you stay here, I’ll go get your stuff…” he smiled and sat up and got out of bed.

You giggled and sat up on your elbows, “I’m never going to be allowed to lift a finger with you, am I?”

You watched him put boxers on real quick as he chuckled, “Not when it’s something I can do baby, not when I can take care of you…” he winked at you and then came back and stole another soft kiss from you, “I’ll be right back my love.”

He walked out of the room and went downstairs, grabbing both of your bags and then the phone he got for you from the kitchen.

While he went downstairs you got up and used the bathroom, putting the shirt he had in the hamper from earlier on you, and then brushed your teeth quickly. You started to brush your hair while it was still somewhat damp, humming a song to yourself.

He picked up the clothes you both had discarded downstairs and put the fallen picture back up in case Sarah got home early, he didn’t want her to see the warm-up mess to your… activities.

He came upstairs, with a water bottle as well, hearing you hum. He set down your bags next to his dresser and the bottle of water on the nightstand, and then came and leaned against the doorway, listening to you, watching you lovingly.

You saw him in the mirror and smiled, turning around slowly. He came up and put a hand on your waist and another on your cheek, “Can’t Take my Eyes off You, yeah?” he guessed what you were humming.

You nodded and smiled, he started softly singing to you, looking down at you, starting to dance with you slowly, slowly rubbing his thumb across your cheek, smiling as he sang:

“You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you”

He then spun you around and dipped you down, kissing you softly once while humming the horn section before grinning and belting the next part, making you giggle and smile, then start singing along with him:

“I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you…”

You both danced and sang together in that bathroom to the rest of that song, completely, utterly and stupidly in love with each other.

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Hello there, I hope ur havin a great day ♡ may I ask for Gojo x virgin!reader w voice kink, if it's ok w u obviously 🖤 I just think he would be sooo sweet to his darling 😌

Of course lovely :)

15) free space (voice kink)

NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: virgin reader, voice kink, praise kink, dirty talk, experienced Gojo, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, safe sex (on this blog??? crazy I know), Lawyer AU because why not, soft dom Gojo

His cerulean eyes were truly what people described and more. They had the effect that the Bernini statues had had on you when you had first seen them: awe and wonder at how an artist could carve marble to look like flesh and silk, how fingers curling on stone could look so soft and powerful. Gojo Satoru’s eyes were the same: they left you in marvel of the specks of hundreds, if not thousands of hues of blue, from the deepest depths of the ocean to a forest stream to the summer sky, all the way to the richest sapphires and the July fields of cornflowers in a meadow. They were framed by snowy eyelashes like snowflakes on ice, and try as you might, you could not accept that they were covered by sunglasses most of the time.

The first time you had seen them, you had forgotten how to speak. Now, because Satoru was a bit of a prick, he never did let it go. Once he had caught onto the fact that you had a crush on him, he had asked you out on a date. You were a lawyer green as grass at the firm he was partner at, fresh out of law school, looking to make a name for yourself in the law scene and make a change. Though his methods of arguing were unorthodox, Gojo Satoru was regarded as the best lawyer in the city. He talked way too much and often got cheeky with the Judge, which always made you slump in your chair and cringe inwardly like all the bones in your body had turned to soup, but somehow, his charm always managed to appease both the Judge and the jury.

Nanami-san said that if anyone other than Gojo tried his methods in court, they would be held in contempt in the span of five minutes without even having the time to utter “Your Honour”. He could do what he did because he was Gojo Satoru, but you still admired his speeches, his compelling motions, the way he could turn a case around at the last minute of the closing arguments as though it was second nature.

It was after a full day in court where you had had to cross-examine a very important defence expert witness that Gojo had kept you in the cafeteria at the afternoon break. You were sitting on a bench, trying to relieve the pain in your feet after wearing stilettos and standing behind the podium for hours, and drinking the watery coffee that did not taste like much just to keep yourself going just for another two hours, when Gojo had approached you.

‘That cross was quite the show’ he had commented, devouring a pastry, licking his lips when the strawberry jam inside it painted his mouth bright red.

That had been when Gojo had first taken notice of you. After that, he had insisted on getting a morning coffee with you, buying you lunch on the break and had even invited you to a dinner with the firm partners, and despite you feeling really out of your depth, he had managed to make you feel like you belonged with his easy jokes and cheeky compliments.

One week after the dinner, he had taken you on a beautiful date at a bar in the bustling centre of the city, where cocktails were served with smoke billowing from the glass and even just bartending looked like full-fledged artistry.

And now, after your third date, you had had a couple of glasses of red wine, and you had felt courageous enough to take him up on his offer to go back to his place. As a starting practitioner, you were living in a small flat near the courthouse, one where if you opened the sofa-bed, you would not be able to reach the kitchen unless you crawled over the bed. And now, you were in a penthouse with windows surrounding the living room, overlooking the skyline and the city centre. It was... extravagant and showy, two adjectives you would immediately choose when talking about him. And he was currently embracing you from behind, kissing your throat, sending your heart pattering like hailstones on a car windshield.

You hadn’t had the guts to tell him you were a virgin. You were out of your depth here as you had been at the dinner, but this, this felt so much more personal. This was... embarrassing.

Perhaps because you had been so busy with law school and then work, trying to stay on top of bills and rent, you hadn’t had time to date. You felt as though you had missed a big part of your puberty and early adulthood, and at some point, it had gotten to a point where “waiting for the right one” had turned into not trusting anyone enough with the embarrassment of still being a virgin. You had never been fully naked with someone, never done anything more than making out and shirtless dry humping. And he... well, he had a reputation as a womanizer. He looked like the type to have commitment issues, and God, you should not be involving yourself with him to this point, you should not give out your first sex experience to someone who might just want a one night stand with no baggage, but he had won you over like he won all of his cases.

And now, you were afraid to admit that you loved that peculiar, flamboyant man, and you wanted him to be your first.

But you did not know how to come clean with it. And so you were stuck in that predicament, turning into putty in his hands and growing more and more tense by the minute as his lips ghosted your jaw and your throat, his hands splayed on your stomach, holding you in place.

‘You are so pretty, sweetheart. You smell so sweet- you look so innocent, just want to see you look at me with your pretty teary eyes underneath me’ he murmured against your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine, your eyelids fluttering at the mere sound of his voice. He sounded... tantalising. It was as if his voice alone was enough to render you unable to think, enough to make your lower stomach drop and force you to press your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing between them. The huskiness of it, the sweet but sensual tone, his words... they were all making you dizzy. You could just hear him speak in your ear forever and you would never need to have sex to know what it felt like.

‘Satoru-‘ you breathed, licking your dry lips, and he turned you, picking you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. His lips clashed with yours, hungry and enticing, soft and ravenous as they sought to brand you and burn their likeness in your mouth. His tongue was warm and demanding against yours, and he tasted faintly of mint and spiced rum, a lingering tribute to the last drink he’d had. His teeth sank in the pliant flesh of your bottom lip, and he sucked, tearing a whimper from you that made him groan.

The sound that came from his throat did nothing to quell down your lust, rather, it poured gasoline on a forest fire, to the point where you were squirming and gyrating your hips against his erection in an attempt to find reprieve.

‘Eager, are we, baby? I like it’ he chuckled, and you burnt from embarrassment and sheer lust, gulping when you found yourself in his room, which seemed to be bigger than your flat, on a king-sized bed with the softest mattress you had ever felt underneath you. He was quick to take off his shirt, giving you a view of his flawless alabaster skin and the lithe body he was blessed with, one that was nonetheless quite toned and muscular for someone who spent his day arguing with people. He climbed above you, looking at you with those cobalt eyes that seemed to make the world stand still.

‘C’mon, sweetheart, relax. I’m not going to devour you- unless you ask nicely’ he winked at you, making you burn at the embarrassing joke and the connotations of his words.

‘I- I haven’t... had sex before. Ever’ you decided to rip the band-aid and hope for the best. Satoru’s reaction was not what you had expected. He looked perplexed.

‘You’re a virgin? You? You must have had a crowd of fanboys following you for years. Were none of them up to your standards? Were you waiting for me?’ he teased, smirking, almost as if he was trying to put you at ease with his light humour. You gave a nervous laugh.

‘Uhh, I was... busy- and never really got to that point’ you stuttered, wishing his stupid extravagant bedside table lamps weren’t on so he wouldn’t see your face.

‘Well, I am flattered you chose me. I’ll have to make it worth your time, yeah?’ he said, seemingly falling back into his charming self as he ran the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, making you hold your breath as you waited for his next move.

He cupped your face, drawing you in for a slow, sensual kiss that made your stomach drop and pebbled your skin with goosebumps. The touch of his fingers was a mere caress across your ribcage, your waist and hip, but you could tell that he was holding back, and he would have likely been much rougher had he not known that this was your first time.

His feverish lips traced a line to your throat, and he took his time savouring your skin, kissing and licking and nipping at your skin until you were sure you were nothing but a pliant ragdoll in his hands.

‘I’m going to make you feel so good, baby... going to make you addicted to this, make you my good girl’ he crooned against your skin, and your breath faltered, your teeth pulling on the corner of your bottom lip. He sounded sinful, alluring, like he was casting a spell on you. His voice alone, hearing him say that, the drop in his tone, the way his tongue seemed to caress every word like his fingers were ghosting your skin... it was already becoming too much to bear. You needed to feel more, and you did not want him to treat you like you were a fragile thing who would break at the slightest touch.

In your fantasies, ones you would take to your grave, he would just take you as he spewed filth to you, praising you and making you feel like you were the only thing he ever saw and wanted. You wanted to be his.

‘Satoru... you can be rougher with me’ you murmured, and his eyes seemed to gleam in the orangey glow of the lamps, a grin spreading across his reddened lips as his fingers curled around your hip.

‘Careful what you wish for, pretty girl’ he said, his hand skimming your body to settle on your ass, under your skirt. He was fondling the pliable skin there, his tongue dipping out to lick your cleavage. He helped you out of your top, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin, making you feel truly attractive and seductive as you watched him take in your features like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Satoru ran his willowy fingers over your breasts, ghosting over your stiff nipples, circling them before he pulled down the straps of your bra and snaked his hand underneath your back to unclasp it and toss it away.

You would have felt self-conscious, were it not for Satoru’s immediate enthusiasm as he dipped his head and kissed the skin around your nipple, his hand kneading the other breast as his tongue flicked your nipple and he sucked it. You arched your back into his eager mouth and skilled fingers, wishing he would touch you between your legs, because you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘So pretty- you’re so sensitive, baby. You want me to take this pretty little skirt off?’ he asked, voice almost mellifluous, and you nodded almost too eagerly, immediately averting your eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up with warmth as you watched him smirk. He unzipped your skirt, easily slipping it off you, and his fingers ran up your thighs, which parted for him instinctively. He hummed in self-satisfaction, eyes locked on your face as he cupped you through your underwear, making your breath falter and a desperate mewl escape you at the much needed friction, which still did not feel like enough.

‘You’re such a good girl. So wet for me’ he crooned, dragging his fingers along your labia, pressing slightly until you were squirming underneath him.

‘Please, Satoru- need...’ you whined, and he chuckled, lowering his head to plant a kiss on your clothed pussy, his tongue mischievously flicking you where your most sensitive spot was.

‘What do you need, sweetheart? Want me to take your panties off and lick your cute little cunt?’ he asked, so impossibly lewd and alluring that you could not help but moan, nodding desperately.

‘Yeah- need you to touch me’ you breathed, and he smirked, cerulean eyes bright and impish as he hooked his fingers on the hem of your panties and dragged them down your thighs, discarding them and immediately touching your bare skin, teasing your wet labia and kissing your thighs, inching closer and closer to your cunt.

He dipped one long finger inside you, and you were already clamping and throbbing around it, but when he curled it, you could not help the breathless, wanton moan that poured out of you. It felt too good to be true.

‘Such a tight little cunt. Need to get you used to my fingers before you can take my cock, m’kay?’ he cooed, and your head spun with the sheer desire that man could induce in you with just his voice and a single finger.

But when his tongue joined his hand and he flicked your clit, you swore you saw stars. Your hands shot to his snowy hair, and instinct made you try to squirm away, but Satoru would not let you. He pinned you down with one large hand and let out a gravelly groan, circling your clit with his tongue.

If you had known oral sex felt this good, you would have sought someone out years ago. But perhaps it was just Satoru, and he was annoyingly good at everything, including sex.

You were reduced to a sobbing, wanton mess as Satoru tormented you in the sweetest way there was, coaxing whimpers and moans from you as he sucked your clit in his searing mouth, added another finger inside you and pumped them, slowly at first, and then deeper and faster.

His fingers were so much different from yours: they were longer and thicker, and he knew what he was doing even better than you did. And his tongue... God, it was torturous.

‘Cum for me, pretty girl- cum on my face’ he said, and you were undone. Your orgasm rocked through you like a surge of electricity, making your body tense up and your thighs tremble, your ears ringing and your eyes full of tears, white splotches dancing in your vision as the tight knot in your lower stomach released.

You were bleary, worn-out and breathless when he finally lifted his head and slipped his fingers out of you, unable to even form words after the orgasm he had just torn from you. Your dazed eyes followed him as he lifted himself off the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, taking them off along with his black boxers, until you stared, eyes slightly wide as his cock slapped against his lower stomach, thick and long, the reddened skin contrasting with the neatly trimmed white hairs of his crotch and the pale skin of his stomach.

He reached to the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping the wrapper with his teeth. He unrolled it over his cock, smirking at you and hovering above you, kissing you and rubbing the tip of his cock over your labia, making you whine and push your hips against him to get him to push in.

‘Shh, shh. I have to be gentle, don’t want to hurt you, baby’ he murmured, looking as though he was struggling to restrain himself too as he pushed in a little bit, until the tip of his cock pressed inside you, tearing a whimper from you. It already felt thick and as though it was filling you and stretching you, and you did not know whether you would be able to withstand any more.

However, with coaxing and shushing from his part, he was able to push a few more inches inside you, moaning as his head dropped in the crook of your neck, his breath uneven. Your eyes scrunched up and you gritted your teeth at the burning sensation inside you, taking small breaths and trying to relax your muscles even though your instinct was to tense up.

‘Fuck- you’re so tight. You can take it, you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more’ he praised, kissing you, forcing you to relax and distracting you from the pain you felt as he pushed. You gasped at the sudden pang of pain, raking your nails down his back, but the sting did not take too long to fade away.

The first push of his hips after the pain went away felt so good you could not hold back a loud moan, and your back arched into him, your eyelids growing heavy with pleasure.

He let out a groan, gripping your thigh, lifting it around his waist, deepening the thrusts until you were squirming underneath him, whining and pleading with him.

‘Good girl. You feel amazing. You sound so sweet, baby’ he crooned, slapping his hips against you, until you could barely breathe and were rendered incoherent by how good it felt, how it pressed against all the right places, how his words were guiding you through it, heightening the pleasure.

‘’toru- please... I’m so close’ you moaned, and he gave you an impish grin, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, his hand snaking between your bodies to roll your clit between his fingers, until you were quivering and writhing underneath him, gasping for air when your lips weren’t interlocked with each other.

‘That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby. I’m close too’ he said, getting rougher, pushing deeper and harder into you, lifting one of your legs on his shoulder, his bright blue eyes burning into you, seeming to sear the image he was seeing into his brain.

A string of curses and slurred pleas left your mouth as it got too much to bear and the knot in your belly released, making you tremble with your orgasm, your field of view obfuscated with white, your muscles weak as his hips stuttered and his rhythm broke. He came with a breathy moan, his head thrown back in bliss, his lips slightly parted.

Satoru slumped next to you, a light sheen of sweat making some strands of snowy hair cling to his forehead, his skin almost glowing in the dim light of his room.

You dared to reach to his face and brush them away, and he closed his eyes, almost as if he was revelling in your touch. It made your heart tighten in your ribcage.

‘Shower with me?’ he asked, smiling slightly, and then his lips stretched into that charming, roguish smirk, ‘I can’t promise I’ll behave, sweetheart’

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