#bye now time to disappear for another month kiss kiss

[reclusivesapphire]

trying out something new

[jrreigns]

Letters from the Other Side

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as you leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering, I want to see you.

CW: Post-war Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

A/N: Some post-war Levi goodness after the angst I’ve posted this past month. ~2.5k words of fluff and romance. If this does well, I’ll probably write the super romantic smut next.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Three years after the Rumbling and things were starting to return to a sense of normalcy in the Stohess district. At least as normal as things can get when the twisted mentality of the Yeagerists and their seizing control of the military dominated the news. Your mother and father tell you not to worry, but you’ve been worried ever since the walls disappeared and the Survey Corps regiment disbanded.

Or rather, you have only really been worried over a single person, the man with the raven locks and the dull gray eyes, dull eyes that glittered when you spoke to him. You were still a woman, and a woman has intuition for those sorts of things like attraction, and Captain Levi couldn’t help how flustered he got whenever he saw you. Your father was the owner of a blacksmith company, and you often bumped into Levi along with Commander Smith several times a month.

Humanity’s strongest, you’d think in awe, where you had imagined a big brute, now you saw the man for what he was.

Why’d he come along was always unknown to you, but as your father and the commander spoke privately in another room, you offered small conversation and tea while he waited. Where small talk began, somehow a deep appreciation for the other bloomed, and the visits began to feel like the visits of the suitors that bombarded your home on occasion. He’d gift you single flowers, it’s all I can afford, he’d say meagerly. You’d thank him with a kiss on the cheek each and every time. And each and every time a ferocious tinge of red would adorn his face.

The timing never seemed to be right with either of you, it always seemed like when one was ready to take the leap, the other had other obligations waiting. Wait for me, were his selfish last words to you and you nodded your head as you gave him a final good-bye.

It had already been three years. You were already on the cusp of giving up.

It had been a nice breezy morning when you received his first letter. The unfamiliar stamps had caught both you and your parents off-guard, but nonetheless they gave you the privacy to open it. There, in the small garden of your home, tears welled up in your eyes as you skimmed through it.

It was a letter from Captain Levi.

Or rather Levi, just Levi, as the letter so said. I have told them to stop calling me captain, but these brats never learn. You giggled inwardly at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. You read it one more time, much slower this time, familiarizing yourself with his handwriting, the slant in his letters, his signature, everything. You familiarized yourself with the names Gabi and Falco, children you did not know but instantly loved with the way they cared for Levi.

At the very bottom, a hopeful wish that you will respond, signed next to his name.

Of course you will.

Your father stood confused as you gathered parchment and a pen to write, finding it odd that his moody daughter was suddenly so lively. Perhaps it’s the engagement, he thought, and let you be.

Your ring twinkled under the summer sun, and yet nothing has caused more glee than the very letter you were responding to. You wrote about the situation in Paradis, you wrote about the kindness of the queen, and you wrote about how business was booming for your father, despite the war having been over. The thought saddened you, but you quickly sign the letter and add a note that you excitedly await his next letter.

It’s not that you fail to mention your engagement, rather some deep part of you didn’t want to mention it. Your betrothed was a good man, hand picked by your father, you had accepted to keep his worries at bay that you wouldn’t end up husbandless and with no children.

How quickly Levi’s letters can have you questioning your familiar duties.

We restored some of the land ruined by the war, Levi writes, many foreigners are starting to settle here again.

You can’t help the sense of admiration that fills you up. It filled you up when he’d visit with the commander, and it still filled you up now. A military man, you wonder if he’s still as strong as when you met him. Humanity’s strongest, you wondered if he still thought about you and the flowers he’d gift you.

I’d like to visit it one day, you write, perhaps a change of scenery would be nice. All this yeagerist talk has me going mad.

I’d like to visit you one day, you will yourself to write, but you don’t. You had been lovestruck years ago, perhaps the captain no longer harbored the same feelings. Perhaps the captain has found someone new, perhaps the captain has married.

Sadness consumes you. After all, you were just friends back then, right?

You trash your letter and write a plainer one instead. It hadn’t even reached half a page when you sealed it, wrote his address on the front of it and set it aside for the postman to pickup tomorrow.

“Honey,” you can hear your mother call, “James is here to see you.” You force your best smile to greet your husband-to-be.

It’s weeks before the next letter arrives. The pretty orange and red tree leaves were beginning to fall, a cozy chill running through the district. Your wedding preparations were already underway when the postman calls out to you, a single letter in his hands, the stamps it bore already familiar to you.

More talk of restoration, recovery, Gabi and Falco’s shenanigans, when finally you reach the last bit of the letter. I don’t mean to bother you, Levi writes, your last letter felt abrasive. I understand if things have changed. Everything has changed.

You wonder what goes through Levi’s mind when he writes to you.

No, things have not changed. Things still felt the same, at least they did to you. Still, you couldn’t ignore your engagement anymore as you saw your mother debate through wedding ribbons in the distance and you finally will yourself to write and tell him the news.

I’m engaged, it feels awful to write it, my engagement is a long one, though, and so I’m sorry if the letter was short. I must’ve been busy.

You write of other things, of the rising tension amongst good folks like your family who didn’t want to fuel another war, and the yeagerists. You write of how the talks of peace by the ambassadors (who you found out were actually part of the same regiment as him) were falling on deaf ears.

I’d like to see you, you finally write, I’d like to see what the other side looks like.

You add the last bit in a final moment of hesitation, sign your name and set it aside, a deep breath falling from your lips.

“You’re changing the wedding date again, and to a later date might I add,” your father bellows out to you.

“Father, please,” you reply, exasperated, trying to escape the dining room and into your own, a new letter in hand, “I will get married in time, what’s the rush?”

“The rush is that you’re not young anymore, I beg you to reconsider.”

You shut the door behind you, shaky fingers coming to pry the letter open. You force yourself to read slowly, absorbing every single inked word coming from Levi’s fingertips.

You skip his polished words of annoying governmental policies being implemented on his side and go straight to the heart of the letter, his real response to you.

Congratulations on your engagement, he begins, I’m surprised you haven’t even married yet.

That? That is what he has to say? You scoff, a slight irritation blooming.

I don’t look like before—I’ve lost an eye and my right hand is destroyed, his letter continues, I look awful.

I’m not humanity’s strongest anymore.

You don’t know why these words strike you deeply. Years and a great distance separate you from what Levi is or was for that matter, yet it isn’t Levi’s exterior that ever affected you in the first place. It was the small talks and the small gifts, it was his tinged cheeks and his intrepid way of speaking around your people who have only seen the refined things in life.

You could never look awful to me, you write in your response, a wave of heat flaring up on your cheeks, you’re just trying to get me not to go.

Levi’s letters continue well into the deeper part of winter, the leaves have long since fallen, snow beginning to gather amongst the branches. The winters where he lived were harsh, and he writes of how they were causing the ache in his knee to worsen. You spend some of your money to send him some ointment you purchased from a local medic.

He writes to you of how the snow reminds him of when the Survey Corps would serve hot chocolate on the off chance. You send him chocolate you bargain off a local vendor.

The signs of Levi’s homesickness don’t escape you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

I could send you Stohess’s entire stock of goods if I can, you respond to his letters of thanks.

What would I do with all that, he responds to yours, breaking you into a fit of silent laughter.

I’ve missed your awful humor, you write casually. You wonder if you should trash this letter and begin a new one, but you don’t. I’ve missed you, you finish writing.

The budding roses in your garden remind you of your predicament.

“As much as I respect you,” James begins, “I won’t accept any other change to the wedding. If you won’t marry me then I’ll find someone who will.”

You comprehend his irritation, even if you don’t fully understand it.

He leaves you on your garden bench, exiting through the gate, just in time for the postman to arrive. Your feelings don’t subside, in fact they linger as you read Levi’s next letter.

Upon opening it, nervousness hits you as you see just how short the letter is. Policy change, annoying policy change.

The ambassadors have told me that postage to Paradis will be barred soon. Your eyes widen. Despite the nice spring breeze, your body suddenly feels so cold.

If I don’t hear from you again, I wanted to wish you a happy marriage. Your eyes well with tears, but it’s his next words that move you.

Unless you change your mind. Come see me. I want to see you. Just as you’re about to trash the envelope, a small flower catches your eye. It was dried up and rather lonely, but you hold it close to you as small tears slip down your cheeks.

The next morning, you try to give the postman your next letter but he just shakes his head in response.

“Apologies ma’am, the military has ordered a full stop for all international mail.” You thank him anyway, despite how distraught you feel.

Your wedding is within two weeks. The white dress in the corner of your room haunts you. Although lace with spring flowers were added to match the season, it only made it look like the kind of dress you wore on your deathbed.

There was no more rescheduling your wedding date, there were no more letters to look forward to, you could only look over the last letter, his final request.

You longed for Levi. Did he long for you?

Come see me, I want to see you.

Despite the spring air, a heat that resembled summer humidity burned through you.

“It’s a one way trip if you decide to head to the other side,” the hefty man tells you, “military has barred all incoming and outgoing mail, I wouldn’t be surprised if they bar incoming ships soon.”

This was it, the point of no return. You had written your last letter addressed to your parents—an apology for doing what you are doing. No, your heart hasn’t seized its rampant beating since Levi’s last letter. You need to see him.

You board without much of a glance back.

For days, sea sickness threaten to put a damper on your good (albeit nervous) mood, your only fuel the letters stored in your small suitcase, rereading them every night as the darkness of the ocean tormented you.

Finally, the crewmen announce that you will be arriving in the morning. The sun was setting off in the horizon—you clutched his last letter as you take a brief moment to absorb this feeling of resilience that surged through you. You’d get to see Levi soon, you’ve waited enough. Here, near the rails of the ship, you long for him, nerves filling your stomach.

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering. I want to see you.

Past the plethora of persons disembarking, past the many political volunteers ushering about far-off dreams of peace that were unachievable, you navigate through unknown territory in an effort to find him. Fingers pointed, people spoke foreign directions as they glanced at the address on your envelope. It has all brought you here.

Face to face with a young girl, too young to be married.

“Ah—sorry,” you begin, “I was told Levi Ackerman lived here.”

“Yeah he does,” she begins suspiciously, “I’ll get him.” The door closes again and already you feel out of your element. Perhaps this was a mistake, you wish the ground can swallow you whole. Peering eyes look at you through a nearby window, ones that belonged to the young girl who just spoke to you, and another who you haven’t met.

“That’s her? No way,” you can hear them say. Suddenly the door opens, and dull gray eyes that bore a hint of annoyance soften and make way for a familiar glitter that reminded you of simpler times.

“Levi.”

He whispers your name, suddenly hiding his maimed hand, trying to get you to see his good side, the side with his working eye. But you don’t see that. You see the man who gifted you flowers, you see the man whose cheeks you once kissed.

You will yourself to move and you do, grabbing the hand behind him and crashing into him in an embrace. Levi’s face is red, and he glances at the window to see Gabi and Falco gawking at them. He waves them off annoyingly and they give him a thumbs-up as they pull away.

Hands come to wrap around you, lips kissing your forehead.

“You came,” he whispers into your hair.

“Of course.”

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Chapter 5- The Finish Line

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- And they lived Happily Ever After

No face claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest

Warning- Mention of death

Carlos and his family flew in for the funeral. He saw his wife, a shell of a person she was. She couldn't stop crying and barely ate anything. "Y/N, you have to eat. Grandma wouldn't be happy if you do this" Carlos reasoned. "If she's that unhappy, tell her to come and feed me herself" Y/N stated. Carlos hugged her, rubbing her back. "Everything will be okay. She's in a better place" Carlos whispered. "I just wish that better place was still with us" Y/N cried. The families stayed for a couple days, wishing their final good byes to Anika.

Once the burial was done and everyone had settled back home, "You should move in with me" Carlos said as he was getting ready to leave. "A change of scenery would do you well." Carlos explained. "I'll probably be going back to college. The restrictions are easing up and classes for the next semester will be on campus" Y/N said. "Until then you can come to the races with me" Carlos smiled. Y/N nodded. "I'll see you at your home race then" she said.

2021

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y/n.y/l/n Home Race!!!🍾🎉

carlossainz55 you should come to all the races now❤️ landonorris it was so nice meeting the woman he wouldn't stop talking about🤔 charles_leclerc landonorris I agree🤌 avathetraveller the date vibes are emmaculate👌👌 user3 who is this and why is she posting Carlos?🙄🙄

2022

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y/n.y/l/n Finally done with college until I decide to get another degree😏

carlossainz55 so proud of you, hermosa😘😘 landonorris congratulations❤️ scuderiaferrari we might have an opening if you're looking for a job🫣 y/n.y/l/n scuderiaferrari yes please🥹 charles_leclerc congratulations❤️ user4 the last picture...I have many questions😅😅

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y/n.y/l/n Life for the past few months🤭🤭

carlossainz55 best birthday yet❤️😏 Liked by Author maxverstappen1 you're worse than I am at golf and that's saying something🫣 y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 Shut up! I will not take this slander. I started like a few weeks ago, unlike somebody😤😤 user5 I think she's dating Carlos, what a life?!🥺🥺 user6 I wish I was her, dating Carlos and travelling the world😭😭 user7 Carlos cooking will be the death of me🤤🤤

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y/n.y/l/n From only being able to FaceTime you to being able to kiss you whenever I want, we've come a long way😭😭

carlossainz55 yes we have. Also the last picture is a lie, I'll have everyone know😤 y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 please, you parents follow me😭 carlossainz55 to my parents, you might be grandparents soon😏 y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 OMG!! I hate you😣😣 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n no you don't😉😏 user8 OK, TMI GUYS TMI🙄🙄 user9 we might have Carlos jr jr, IDK how I feel about that🫣🫣 user10 she's so cute, kinda hard to hate on her😤😪 user11 LDR to moving in, I'm so happy for them😭 user12 Carlos is a menace😂😂

2023

After moving in together, the two of them were enjoying spending more time together. They were cuddling in bed when Carlos realised that he really loved her and he couldn't imagine his life without her. He did like her when they got married but he felt like she deserved everything since she made him so happy and content.

That's when Carlos put his plan into action. He never got the chance to propose to her so he decided to plan a trip and flew them out to the French country side. He had everything planned. They drove up to the location which he had disappeared off to decorate a few hours back. Y/N had no clue that Carlos was planning something like this. Her jaw was on the floor when she saw the set up; she had tears in her eyes. "For me?" she asked. "Only for you" Carlos said. As the two sat together watching the beautiful scenery, "Y/N, I've known you only for a few years but you've made my life so much better. I can't imagine my life without you. Every day I thank your grandmother for bringing us together." Carlos said. "I love you Carlos, you make me so happy" Y/N smiled back, holding in tears. "I love you so much that's why, even though we are married" Carlos laughed pulling out a ring, Y/N's eyes widened, she saw Carlos get on one knee, "Will you marry me? Again" Carlos asked. "yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I'd marry you a thousand no a million times" she shouted hugging him.

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y/n.y/l/n He proposed🥹🥹

carlossainz55 I want to spend the rest of eternity with you❤️ carlossainzoficial the cutest couple landonorris about time😌 charles_leclerc congratulations!!🎉 scuderiaferrari we are so happy for the couple❤️ fernandoalonso congratulations you both! user13 OMG!! Carlos is engaged!!!🥲🥲 user14 The proposal is straight out of Pinterest😭😭 user15 I'm kinda excited to see their wedding pictures now😭 user16 did Carlos plan the proposal out on his own?? he's so romantic🥲

2024

Carlos and Y/N decided to renew their vows on their 4th anniversary. The other's had no clue that this was a vow renewal and thought that the pair were finally getting married after dating for 4 years.

Ava planned a crazy bachelorette for Y/N with all their friends from school and university.

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y/n.y/l/n I think I drank my weight in alcohol last night👌👌

avatraveller best bachelorette ever🤤🤤 jessiejames Can't believe you're getting married🤧🤧 alexandrasaintmleux prettiest bride to be ever!!🥵🥵 user17 I'm laughing🤣🤣🤣 user18 I want to be friends with her, they look like a lot of fun🥹🥹 user19 the theme of the party is killing me😂😂 user20 she has the best friends🥹🥹

Everyone had gathered for the wedding. All the drivers, both their families and friends were invited. Everyone who wasn't at their first wedding didn't know that this was a second one. Y/N still wore the necklace her grandmother gave her on her wedding day.

As Carlos waited for Y/N to walk down the aisle with her dad, Ivan had tears in his eyes as he walked his daughter down the aisle for the second time but this time without his mother. Y/N reassured her dad. He placed Y/N's hand in Carlos's.

The pair faced each other and the officiant began. It was Carlos's turn to say his vows; "I've known you for 4 years. I'm the luckiest man alive to have met someone who understands me so well and supports me. I'm so happy that your grandma played cupid. I promise to keep you happy forever. I knew I would be getting married but I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to marry the love of my life twice" Carlos finished. An audible gasp was heard from the crowd. "I would marry you a billion times. Carlos Sainz, you make me so happy and I'm also happy my grandma was a nosy woman. Being with you makes even the gloomy days sunny. You are the only man I want to spend the rest of eternity with" Y/N said. The officiant began, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls. Do you, Carlos Sainz Junior, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" Carlos responded, "I do." "Do you, Y/N Y/L/N , take Carlos Sainz Junior to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" he asked Y/N. She responded, "I do." "By the power vested in me by the state and the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the officiant said. Carlos leaned in and captured Y/N's lips in a kiss.

The wedding was buzzing with the new information Carlos had just released. Everyone was busy asking them when they got married, they had power point presentation from their previous wedding playing. Everyone was very annoyed at them for hiding it. "In our defence you guys never asked" Carlos said. "What do you mean never asked? You announce stuff like this" Lando whined. "Sorry Lan, at least you got to be in this one" Y/N cooed. "I'm not a child. I hate you both" Lando groaned. "Maybe he's tired." Y/N told Carlos while looking at him. "Get some rest" Y/N told Lando, patting his back.

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y/n.y/l/n Did we get married or renew our vows? The world will never know👀👀

landonorris still can't believe I was lied too🤧🤧 lewishamilton Congratulations!!❤️ charles_leclerc I'm still shocked😔 alexandrasaintmleux It's okay you lied, at least you're pretty🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Liked by Author danielriccardo top 10 f1 betrayals🙃 fernandoalonso congratulations to the couple😊 user21 OMG!! WHAT??!!😳😳 user22 Carlos was always married? For how long?😮😮 user23 IDK if I should laugh or cry😧😧 user24 My whole world turned upside down🫨🫨

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y/n.y/l/n Happy to announce carlossainz55 put a baby in me😏👌

carlossainz55 I take full responsibility🤤😏 carlossainzoficial Congratulations!! Can't wait to be a grandpa landonorris already making a McLaren jumpsuit for the baby😌 charles_leclerc so happy the jumpsuit made it into the announcement☺️ alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest pregnant lady I know😍😍 avathetraveller I'm ugly crying!!😭😭 y/n.y/l/n avathetraveller don't. I'll cry too😭 scuderiaferrari new driver🤔 y/n.y/l/n scuderiaferrari he would be if his dad was still driving for the team🤯 user25 okay Y/N popped off on Ferrari, also boy dad Carlos🤔 maxverstappen1 redbull jumpsuit on the way y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 I mean 🙂‍↕️😏 fernandoalonso I feel so happy y/n.y/l/n fernandoalonso I believe you'll be on the grid by the time our child gets there☺️☺️ user26 we're getting a mini Carlos or Y/N. Can't wait!!🥹 user27 This is such a happy news after the train wreck in the past few weeks😭 user28 I'm happy Carlos has something happy to look forward too😭😭 user29 did Y/N just reveal the gender? (Its a boy, I think) Don't tell her🤫🤫

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y/n.y/l/n Stress is bad for the baby but this man made me go throw a hurricane of emotions in the last 2 weeks. Still so proud of you baby

carlossainz55 couldn't have done it without you😍❤️ y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 you gave me the motivation and our baby❤️❤️ avathetraveller congratulations Carlos user30 he's gonna be the best dad!!😭 user31 Congratulations Carlos, only man to break RedBull's streak😭🥹 user32 If I was Y/N I would've gone mad by now🤧 user33 He looks so happy in the second picture🥹🥹

2025

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carlossainz55 To the best few years of my life!! Can't wait for many more🥂

y/n.y/l/n Can't wait to have more of your babies if they look this cute😏😏 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n I hope you're ready😏 landonorris I was gonna say something nice but no, you guys are nasty🤢🤮 y/n.y/l/n landonorris shut up🤬 alex_albon Lily might kidnap your kid the next time he comes😔😣 y/n.y/l/n alex_albon can she kidnap me too??😖😖 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n what do you mean by that??😤 user34 they are so chaotic, I love it🤣🤣 user35 Congratulations dad Carlos❤️❤️ user36 Can't believe they didn't name him Carlos the third🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user37 user36 I think I would kill my baby daddy if he did something like that🤦‍♀️😟 user38 cutest family on the grid❤️ user39 I already know the kid probably has his own kart😳 user40 a couple more years and he'll be a karting champion😭😭

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Thank you to everyone who read this!!

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hello! i love your writing!!! saw your requests are open. logan with a reader with physical mutations? something like mystique or morph but they can’t turn it off. how do you think logan would comfort reader? thank you!!

Thank you sm 😭🩷!! And of course <33 I kinda based it on a mix of Randall from monsters Inc and mystique where if the reader has high emotions or scared than they shift if that's alright !!<3 as always bullet points and then another short ? Fic :)

L.H X MORPHING! READER

-the first time he sees you he ignores you, as you're just new, why would he see you different?

-until the outside of you turns slightly purple from embarrassment, as you were gawking at him.

-he turns around expecting mystique or something, but deep down he knows she isn't like this.

-as the days go past and you know eachother, sometimes he leaves out things to scare you to see if your mutation is truly reactive or not.

-fucker knows its mean but he probably pays kurt to jump out at you on the first day knowing you've not seen him before.

-things like fake mice, or your favourite foods in the fridge (don't ask how he knows he just knows.) Just to see you turn a color, or physically droop in dread, like a Bassett hound.

-it kinda amuses him, you being like a cartoon character sometimes, so he's not too hard on you. Hell now you're practically jumping out of your room fighting incase logan had planned to scare you.

-he's not the only one doing pranks though, if you're walking around blue from nervousness best know he's gonna ask you. "What's wrong bub? Whose scaring ya?" Teasingly, but if he had your mutation he would've went red hearing that Scott had left a note saying 'watch out' as a joke.

-HUNTEDDD Scott down and 'talked to him'. Against a wall. And against Scott's will.

-safe to say you weren't turning invisible anytime soon from him.

-if you ever got upset at it he'd definitely run to you.

-"Bub look at me, it's not that bad. If I can see I can help."

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-he secretly loves being able to see if you're okay or not because it gives him an excuse to be a hero to you

-if you're genuinly considering the vaccine that eventually gets out, he goes nuts. You're on the couch he's pacing like an angry father. "Like...why would you even? Theres- i- what. We're you. Thinking." He's so mad he doesn't even know what to say.

-hell pick you up and just kiss you at that point and say "no." Really angrily before leaving

It'd been a few months since you'd joined the school, familiar with everyone, but mainly Logan and colossus, as they were the ones you trusted most. Once the news started getting wind of you mutation and that you'd joined the xmen, you didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"Newest xmen recruit.." "xmen seems to have dissapeared.." "should we be worried?" "I saw them go up and it was like...so cool mr news man! Like it disappeared" said many news stations, and you weren't exactly accustomed to being one of the trending tumblr tags.

"Bub, pete." Came Logans voice as he entered the kitchen. "Hello, logan." "Lo' " you smiled, yellow slightly entering your arms and chest. "You see the news?" He scoffed, leaning on the counter. "Yes.." you groaned laughing

As you all chit chatted, it was only a matter of time before Charles had called you to his office, some monthly test thing or something.

Colossus whom had almost never left his steel form anymore simply stayed put, knowing he was excluded, and you and logan went trodding to his office. "Scott giving you more hassle?" He grumbled quietly. "Nope.." you sighed. "Nothing I consider harassment." You smiled at him.

The day went on, test and test, and eventually it was time to go to bed, for you at least. Waving bye, you walked through the corridors, careful not to alert any children, before reaching your room. Laying there you felt off. Was it the test? Was it charles? Lo?

You couldn't get your mind off of it, and by now you were practically lilac, so you went up to find logan. As you trodded however you heard voices down the stairs behind your room.

"What the.." you'd start, and as you walk down, you saw something that made you turn invisible at the second. Logan had Scott in a mean chokehold, and you knew he was too mad to go near. So thus? You kept invisible. Stripped off all your clothes and walked down. The clothes would've made it obvious that you were there.

"Wanna repeat what the fuck you've been telling my girl huh?" You heard the struggle. His girl? The way he said it implied he was mocking Scott but...

"Cmon!" He groaned, before Scott slipped out and nearly fell straight onto you as he walked. "Listen ill leave her alright!? I just...wanted to take my mind off you know." He frowned as he turned and stormed off.

Forgetting completely you weren't supposed to be there, you spoke up. "So what was that about?" And logan nearly jumped at you in response. "Jesus, christ why are you here?" He groaned still pissed. "I got nosy." You shrugged.

"Wait."

"What lo?"

"Are you naked?"

".....maybe"

"Fucksake."

I WROTE ON PHONE SO SORRY<÷<3<3

[reputationmunson]

Incandescent Glow | s.h. x fem!reader

summary: late night swimming with your boyfriend, steve

content: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (fem rec), mentions of riding and spooning position, you and steve being so in love it hurts, fluff, pet names, no use of y/n, food mentions

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thank you so much @lilacletter for reading this and for your kind words. ily <3

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Anxiety courses through your veins when your phone rings at nearly midnight. 

Who would be calling this late if it wasn’t some sort of emergency? 

You quickly make your way to the telephone and pick it up. “Hello?” you answer, voice filled with concern. 

“Hi, pretty girl” You let out a sigh of relief when you hear your boyfriend's voice. “Hi, Stevie. Is everything okay?” 

“Nope. Far from okay” he replies and your stomach drops. “w-what’s wrong?” you stammer.

“I miss my girl.” he says, sighing dramatically and making you chuckle. “I thought you were hurt, dummy!” you lightly scold. 

“I am hurt. Even more now that you didn’t say you miss me too” he whines. “I haven’t seen you all week, you know I miss you, too. A lot.” you reply honestly. 

A week might not seem like a long time to most, but for you and Steve, it felt like a lifetime. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you started dating almost three months ago. 

You weren’t ashamed of how much the two of you cling to one another, not one bit. You loved how he always had his hand on your thigh, his arm around your waist, or even just his pinkie looped with yours. Showing you affection was like second nature to Steve. Every touch or glances at each other in a crowded room was a reminder of how much you loved each other, even if you haven’t officially said those three words yet. 

His friends always say he’s “disgustingly obsessed with you” and he always tells them “you would be too if you had a girl like her”. Though his friends like to make fun of how soft he is for you, they love how happy you make him. They especially love that they don’t have to listen to anymore stories of failed dates with girls that left him feeling hopeless. 

“Can you come over?” He asks and fiddles with the phone cord while waiting for your response. “What’s in it for me?” you joke. “Unlimited kisses, obviously, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” he promises. 

“You’ll make your special pancakes?” you ask.“I’ll make my special pancakes.” he affirms. 

Steve’s ‘special’ pancakes were just normal pancakes. Sometimes he would add blueberries or chocolate chips, but that isn’t what made them special. What made them special is how domestic it felt when you made them together or when he surprises you with breakfast in bed. Anything Steve does is special, even if it’s something as simple as pancakes. 

“You’re very convincing, Harrington.” you say in a sing-song voice.“Does that mean you’re convinced?” you can practically hear him grin. 

“I would’ve said yes even without the pancakes.” you tell him and he chuckles. “I know. I just like to spoil you. Do you want me to pick you up?” he offers. “It’s alright, I’ll drive. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?” 

“Bring a swimsuit.” he tells you. “Why?” you question. “I wanna go for a late night swim with my girl. If you want to” 

“Yeah, that sounds fun! I’ll be there soon”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.” 

“You’re so cheesy.” you giggle. “Bye, Stevie”

“Bye, honey”

_

Steve opens the front door before you even have a chance to knock. He wastes no time pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you, baby” he lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of finally having you in his arms. “Missed you, too.” you respond, burying your face in his shirt and inhaling the scent of his cologne. 

Steve can’t believe how happy he feels right now to have you with him. He’s almost embarrassed at how tightly he’s holding you, scared that if he lets up even a little you’ll disappear. 

“C’mon, let’s go inside” he grabs your hand, not letting go until you reach his bedroom. “So, I’ll, uh, let you get changed. If you still wanna go for a swim” he nervously scratches the back of his neck and you can’t help but grin about the fact he gets nervous around you. 

“Of course I do. What else is the point of having a boyfriend with a pool?” your arms wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist. “So, that’s all I’m good for then, hm?” 

“That, and all the free movies from family video.” you kid and he playfully rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I’m gonna get changed in the bathroom, then I’ll meet you out by the pool, kay?” he says and pecks your lips before exiting his bedroom. 

Before changing, you take a moment to look around Steve’s room. You’d been in here many times, but usually only to sleep or steal borrow one of his shirts, and you’ve always been too tired to observe his bedroom. 

The first thing you take notice of is the nightstand next to his side of the bed. His glasses that he refuses to wear in public lay on the stand out of their case, which you will gently remind him to put in the case when he isn’t wearing them. 

“Baby, you gotta keep them in the case or they might break” you’d tell him, to which he’d reply “like that would be the worst thing in the world.” and honestly, it might just be the worst thing in the world. Not only does he need them, despite his protests, but he looks incredibly handsome in them. You also find it sweet that he’s comfortable enough to wear them around you. 

Your heart grows about three sizes when you see the picture in the frame that he keeps next to his bed. The picture is the two of you at Robin’s birthday party. You’re both wearing goofy party hats and Steve’s cheeks are flushed due to the drinks he had that made him unbelievably lovey dovey (not that you’re complaining). You’re both smiling so big your cheeks hurt just from looking at it. 

That was the night Steve asked you to officially be his girlfriend. You said yes, but kindly asked him if he’d ask again when he was sober. It was the first thing he did when he woke up the next morning. 

In the bottom corner of the frame, there’s a polaroid of you he took a couple of weeks ago. He called you late, much like he did tonight, and asked if you wanted to go on a little adventure. You said yes without hesitation even though he gave you no context. 

He took you to lovers lake, of course. You both jumped in the lake and quickly got out when you felt the freezing water, giggling all the way to shore. You laid on the ground while your clothes dried and looked at the stars. Steve insisted on taking a picture of you, saying he never wanted to forget how pretty you looked under the stars. 

Setting down the picture frame, you realize you should probably change before Steve comes back and finds you snooping through his room. Not that he would mind.

You quickly change into a simple one piece that’s the color Steve loves you in and throw one of his shirts over the suit before heading downstairs. 

Steve’s already in the pool once you get outside. He’s floating on his back, but he lifts his head once he hears you walking towards the pool. 

“Hi, handsome. Don’t you look relaxed” you observe and sit on the edge of the pool. “Figured I’d get comfy since you were taking too long” he teases, swimming over to you and standing between your legs. “m’sorry. got distracted.” 

You run your fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back so it’s out of his eyes. “You look so pretty right now” you say, still running your fingers through his hair. “Do you have a crush on me?” he dramatically gasps, causing you to laugh. “Maybe I do” you move your hand to cup his cheek and wipe off water droplets with your water droplets.

“Are you gonna join me or sit there and look pretty? I’m fine with either one” he says before pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’ll join you if we play marco polo” you jokingly bargain. “Only if I get to be polo” he counters. “You’re so on. Prepare to lose, Harrington.” you say before standing up to remove your t-shirt. 

Steve lets out a whistle once your shirt is off and thrown onto a lounger. “You trying to kill me, honey?” 

“What? This is, like, the most conservative bathing suit ever.” you chuckle. “You’d make a garbage bag look sexy, babe.” 

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” you respond, sitting back on the edge of the pool and sliding into the water. 

Once you’re within reach, Steve grabs your arm and pulls you close to him so that your chests are pressed up against each other. His arms wrap around your waist and your wrap around his shoulders, your hands linked together behind his neck. 

His nose gently nudges yours before he finally kisses you over and over. The loving and soft brush of his lips over yours fills your stomach with butterflies. One of his hands slowly travels down until he reaches your butt, giving it a light squeeze and a small gasp escapes your lips. 

“I thought” kiss “we were gonna” kiss “play” kiss “marco polo” you say in between kisses. Steve chuckles and slightly pulls back. “We can if you really want to” he responds. 

“No” is all you say before capturing him in a breathtaking kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hands grasp the underneath of your thighs. His tongue glides into your mouth causing you to moan.

 “Fuck, baby” Steve sighs into your mouth. “I wanna taste you” he confesses and you whimper. “yeah? you like the thought of me eating your pussy, sweet girl?” 

“yes” you moan, absentmindedly grinding against Steves’ bulge, causing him to groan. 

Steve carries you all the way to the side of the pull, encouraging you to sit on the side and you oblige quickly.  

Steve uses his large hands to part your thighs and a smirk appears on his face once your legs are spread. “You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?” he looks up at you, still grinning like a devil. “uh-huh” you nod swiftly. 

Steve presses a kiss to the side of each of your knees. He begins kissing up the inside of your thighs, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. You let out a shaky sigh in anticipation and your fingers thread through his hair, giving him a slight tug. 

Once he’s reached the top of your thigh, he presses a kiss to your clothed core. “Steve, please” you plead and he doesn’t think he can make you wait a second longer. 

He moves the part of the bathing suit covering your core to the side and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. Your hand that isn’t in his hair grips the edge of the pool to keep you steady when his lips wrap around your clit and he starts to gently suck. “Fuck, Stevie” you moan just loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to alert any neighbours what you’re up to. 

His hands hook onto your thighs with a harsh grip and you hope it leaves a mark. 

His tongue toys with your clit at a slow, excruciating pace. He loves to tease you, loves to hear you beg for him. He knows it’s a little mean, but you just sound so pretty when you’re begging. 

“Faster, please” you whine and that’s all he needed to hear. 

Steve doesn’t hold back, sucking and licking your clit like a man starved.  Steve’s tongue dips into your entrance and his nose nudges your bud. You throw your head back as you feel your orgasm approaching. You start to grind your pussy on his face, chasing that high you need so badly. 

“I’m so close, baby” you groan in pleasure. Steve would know you’re close even if you didn’t tell him. Your breaths have shortened, the grind of your hips has gotten faster, and you have a death grip on his hair. 

He doesn’t change his pace or do anything different because he knows you’re about to cum and he’s not going to do anything that would mess up hearing you scream his name as you cum for him. 

“Steve, yes!” you scream, neighbours be damned. “I-I’m gonna- fuck- gonna-” you stammer, unable to speak as your orgasm washes over you. The pace of your hips still and Steve works you through your high, pulling away once he knows you’re satisfied. 

You collapse onto your back as you catch your breath. Steve hops out of the pool and sits next to you, taking in how beautifully blissed out you look. 

He can’t seem to think straight when you turn your head and look at him, giving a loopy smile. Love has been something that’s scared him since he was a teenager. Well, not exactly love, but the vulnerability that comes with being in love. When it comes to you, he’s never felt scared. He’s not afraid to give you his heart or show you sides of him that no one has ever seen, good or bad. Steve feels something with you he was sure only existed in movies and he can’t go another second without telling you. 

“Hey” Steve whispers. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah. anything” you say and sit up, scooting closer to him. You grab his hand and give it a loving squeeze and he squeezes back. 

“I love you. So much. Almost too much. It’s kinda crazy, actually. Like, I’m always thinking about you and wanna be with you all the time. I hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything, but, yeah, I just really fucking love you.” 

“Steve…” you whisper, holding back happy tears “I really fucking love you too” 

“Yeah?” he asks like it’s too good to be true. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my favorite person.” you say and he smiles so big his nose scrunches. “You’re my favorite person too. Just don’t tell Robin or she’ll kill me” 

“Deal. Now, should we go up to your room so I can show you how much I love you?” 

Steve’s never moved faster in his life, practically sprinting inside while dragging you with him. 

You rode him for as long as you could until you had no strength left in your legs. After that, you both laid on your sides as Steve fucked you from behind, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not stopping until sunlight began to stream through the bedroom window. 

You eventually fell asleep with your limbs intertwined with his, needing every inch of your body touching his. 

Even though he was exhausted from barely sleeping, he still kept his promise to make you pancakes with an extra side of kisses when you woke up. It’s easily the best meal you’ve ever had.

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thank you for reading :)

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[alexdelray1]

42 Miles x Fem Reader.

Song: Just like fire, by Pink.

I encourage to order and read. ;).

Part two:

-Reader, would you like some tea? - said a voice from another room.

I ignored him. I didn't want to answer when I was listening to my favorite song.

I know that I'm running out of time. I want it all…

The footsteps approached my room and stopped in front of it.

“Are you going to hang there all day?” Miles asked me. My boyfriend of two months. I was just hanging from a sash while practicing aerial sport. It was a combination of gymnastics, dance acrobatics and strength training. I had to do it to stay in shape. Spider-woman needs to train from time to time.

And I'm wishing they'd stop tryingna turn me off. I want it all…

-It's better to hang on a wire than on a line. - I commented and made another pose in which I was upside down. Of course, Miles doesn't know that I'm the hero of New York. He has a specific opinion about heroes.

-So, are you finally going to take part in some competition? You can do all this, but you don't want to show it off. - Miles said and put the cup of tea on the shelf. He walked up to me and directed me towards him.

-You know, it's all money. You need a costume, a personal trainer, a manager and everything. - I made an excuse that was somewhat true in a way. I can't appear on TV as Reader. Someone might recognize my body structure or the technique of my movements.

-I understand, but you have money like no other.- he commented, looking around the room.

-Yes, but my parents are frugally frugal.- another excuse. It's not like they bought me 20 Sims expansions and promise me more for the red bar.

-Yes, thrifty and they bought it for you.- Miles said and pointed to the sash. Fuck, the fucking son of a bitch has eyes. Fucking bottom.

-Well, I promised them that I would keep my virginity until marriage.- I said. I lie like crazy. But well, I'm like a priest who tells Catholics that he didn't touch any children. And he touched.

-Yeah something that doesn't exist anymore.- Miles laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

-Just like altar boys.- I laughed. My 'watch' beeped, so I got off the sash.

And I'm walking on a wire trying to go higher, feels like I'm surrounded by clowns and liars. Even If I give it all away, I want it all.

"Do you have anything planned again?" Miles asked me and crossed his arms. This happened to me very often, that someone from the spiderverse needed me.

-Yeah, I have to help Jurek cut wood.- I said in the crowd. I quickly went to the hall and started putting on my shoes. I quickly took my backpack and opened the door.

-But everyone here- Miles didn't finish.

-Bye!- I said and ran out the door.

-They live in blocks…-

I quickly put on my costume in an alley, automatically (electrically).

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I climbed the building and looked down.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I jumped and started swinging on the buildings.

Just like fire, burning up the way, If I can light the world up for just one day.

The feelings are the same as always. Excitement, disbelief and happiness.

Watch this madness, colorful charade.

And this one highest jump through which I can see the whole of New York

No one can be just like me any way.

I see so much and nothing, but it's still not enough, I will do this for the rest of my life.

Just like magic, I'll be flying free.

I remember the first time I did it and everyone was looking at me.

I'ma disappear when they come for me.

They look at me now too, but not like they did then.

I kick that ceiling what you're gonna say.

Then I was seen as something new, unpredictable and unknown…

No one can be just like me any way.

And now, I am hope.

Just like fire.

I entered the old building through the window. I don't want to risk some random guy having an existential crisis. I pressed something on the watch and Gwen's hologram came out.

-Hi Gwen, nice to see you. What's up? - I asked.

-You have to help me. "Seriously," she said nervously.

-Who do I need to fuck up? - I asked.

-That's not the point. See, I have to go to planet 1610 and--

-See your boyfriend?- I asked ;)

-No… Not only that. I also need to see some anomaly and I want to spend some time there with Miles. Can you cover for me? You know, if Miguel asks you where I am, tell him it's just too late and it's okay because he means he won't believe me - she asked hopefully.

-Sure, just don't confuse it with mine.- I joked.

-All right. Thank you. Bye, she said and hung up.

-Bye…. Time for patrol… - I said and jumped out of the window (dream).

And people like to laugh at you cause they are all the same. See I would rather we just go our diffrent way and play the game.

I entered my house after a few hours of patrol. I can finally chill out.

And no matter the weather we can do it better, you and me together forever and ever. We don't have to worry about a thing no.

I looked down and Miles' shoes were gone. I feel a bit bad now that it turned out this way. I left it at my house, I would feel weird if someone did that to me.

Beep.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

I looked at my watch.

We came here to run it, run it, run it.

-What's going on again?- I asked tired and irritated.

-Miles, he's in danger,- Gwen said nervously.

-Which Miles?- I asked her.

-There's a good chance two. My Miles is in your universe and I think he might be in your Miles' apartment.- she replied. Fucking hell, whoa. What the fuck am I going to do? Well, of course I will save him. What if Miles has a heart attack or something when he sees himself but not himself? My love interest might fucking die.

-Okay, I'll go get him. - I said and was about to hang up.

-Wait, don't bring it to HQ.- she stopped me.

-Why?- I asked her.

-Just, I'll explain later. Okay?-

-Okay, but you have a slight debt. Bye, I said and hung up.

Now I have to save my lady in trouble. It happens to the best Sigmas.

Just like fire burning up the way.

If I could light the world up for just one day.

Watch this madness colorful charade.

No one can be just like me any way.

Just like magic, I'll be flying free.

I'ma disappear when they come for me.

I kick that ceiling what you're gonna say.

No one can be just like me any way.

Just like fire.

I climbed into Miles' room through the window. Nothing new, it has its own figures and other things.

-Oh, Reader. What are you doing here so late? - the woman who opened the door to Miles' room asked me. It was his mother, Rio.

-Good evening. Do you know where Miles is? - I asked her with a smile.

-He was here about an hour ago and went with Uncle Aron. Did you help him undo his braids?" she asked me.

-What--? Oh yeah, sure. It took a long time. I'll be going now.- I said.

I said goodbye to my probably future mother-in-law and went to the roof of the building.

If Miles didn't have braids, it means Mrs. Rio didn't see our Miles. I need to see Aron's apartment.

I put on my costume and started heading towards Uncle Aron's house.

So look, I came here to run it.

Just cause nobody's done it.

Y'all don't think I can run it.

But look I've been here I've done it.

Impossible please.

Watch I do it with ease.

You just gotta believe.

Come on come on with me.

I climbed onto the window but didn't go through it.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

I looked through it, but I didn't really realize what the situation was.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

I saw Miles without his braids, i.e. 1610, tied to a punching bag.

Oh, what's a girl to do.

Aron left the room saying something to him and after a while, came out… Prowler?

Oh, what's a girl to do.

He got close to Miles and said something while taking off his mask. Wait, is that?

Just like fire burning up the way.

If I could light the world up for just one day.

Watch this madness, colorful charade.

Miles?

No one can be just like me any way!

[444stvrlight]

Heyy can you pls do Fermin x jealous!reader?? Like she gets jealous about little things (When Fermin talks to a girl etc) But he gets confused at first but then reassures her. Sorry if it is too complicated!! Btw I love you for writing for Fermin honestly

Jealous Streak | Fermín Lopez

Hiii, thank you for my first request <33 Glad to write for this amazing young player :)

Genre: fermin x jealous!reader / slightly angst / fluff

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It was late afternoon when you decided to go meet Fermín earlier, at the Ciutat Esportiva. You were supposed to see each other at the end of his training session so the both of you go straightly at the restaurant to celebrate you 2 months of relationship. But since you finished your homeworks and you didn’t have anything to do, you wanted to surprise your boyfriend.

It has been 4 months since you first met each other, during the USA tour thanks to Pedri, that you know since you were 12. Fermín and you talked for awhile when he finally decided to confess you his feelings (and without stuttering).

-

You told your name at the entrance before coming inside of the building, reaching the stands of the stadium. The excitement that you felt seconds ago, quickly disappeared when you saw Fermín chatting and laughing with a beautiful brunette girl. You assumed they knew each other for awhile since the girl was enough confortable to touch his left arms while talking.

You stood there, staring at the scene in front of you for at least 5 minutes. He didn’t even notice you.

But Araujo did, when he was about to grab a drink and saw you, he elbowed your boyfriend, pointing his finger at you.

Fermín raised his head in your direction, confused, before smiling at you and running towards where you were standing.

“Holà cariña, how was your afternoon?”, he said while bending over to kiss your cheek.

“Great…”, you simply responded before hearing another voice a little further.

“Fermín! You have to come now we didn’t finish!”

“I’m coming Jasmine!” “I see you at the end. Te quiero!” he said placing delicately his lips on yours, before jogging back to that supposed Jasmine

-

You were currently waiting for Fermín in front of the changing rooms, being exausted by the behavior of Jasmine. Since you arrived until the end of training, she was always near your lover, finding any excuses to talk to him.

You came out of your thoughts when you heard a throat shrinking. You raised your head to meet Gavi in front of you.

“Hi.” he said to you, offering you a simple smile.

“Hi Gavi, you did really great last match, congrats!”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Training wasn’t too boring to watch?”

“Not at all, especially when I see you fall so many times because of your laces.”, you responded laughing.

“Eh, I don’t allow you to laugh at me!”, he said while pushing you a bit.

“Sorry, sorry. It is not my fault if you can’t tie your shoes correctly”, you stated, still laughing and raising your hands in surrender.

Gavi was about to say something but he was stopped by Fermín’s cough.

“What did I miss?”, asked your boyfriend, sneaking his hand around your waist.

“Nothing much. We were just talking.”, you mumbled.

“Are you ready? We should go.”

“Yeah sure. Goodnight Gavi.”

“Goodnight y/n, bye Fermín, see you tomorrow!”, the boy exclaimed, before going to his car.

-

You were about to enter the parking lot when you heard some people shouting Fermín’s name.

“Can I go? It’s just for 5 minutes.” he asked you, facing you.

“Yeah sure, don’t worry…” you murmured.

“Sorry, thank you! You’re the best!” he smiled hugging you and excusing himself.

You decided to go inside of the car, waiting for Fermín to finish.

You were staring at Fermín taking picture with some kids, you smiled finding him cute when a blond girl around your age come to Fermín.

You were not going to deny that she was gorgeous, pretty doe eyes and a perfect smile. She asked your lover for a picture. Of course he gladly accepted, moving to her side.

The girl placed her hand around his waist, posing her head on his shoulder.

You were fuming.

How could he let this happen and do nothing about it?

But things get worse when she hugged him a bit too longer than necessary. You couldn’t stand it.

At this point you were on the verge of tears.

You were trying to calm yourself when you saw Fermín coming back to the car.

When he entered he stopped for a second, looking at you.

“Is everything okay?”, he asked.

“Yes everything is okay Fermín. Why wouldn’t I be? Can we go now please?”, you growled.

He didn’t add anything, just driving to the restaurant, sometimes glancing at you.

-

You were now sitting at your table in the restaurant. The riding was completely silent.

“You’re looking so good tonight hermosa…”, Fermín said softly.

“Oh great, only tonight. Thank you really much Lopez”, you spat.

“Wait it wasn’t how I meant-” he retorcated.

“Yeah sure.” you responded strenly.

“Okay what’s wrong? Did I do something? Please tell me cariña” he questioned while advancing his chair to have all his attention on you.

“I don’t know, maybe because you are flirting with girls in front of me?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Oh please Fermín! I saw you with Jasmine all the fucking session. Always drooling over her, laughing at everything she is saying. You didn’t even noticed me! Araujo had to tell you that I was here. And-fuck, I want to go home.” You snapped before taking your purse because you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Fermín stood up as fast as he could and grabbed you hand.

“Wait, y/n, don’t leave! Please. There is nothing with Jasmine, she was just working! She is in charge of the barça’s social medias and they asked her to focus on me during training. I was so nervous she just tried to make me comfortable so I wouldn’t freak out and make a foul of myself. Joder, y/n I love you so much I can’t even focus on anything else than you. You are consuming my thoughts from the beginning of the day until I go to sleep!”

He was now the one on verge of crying. Your expression softened and you took his hand, kissing his ankles before hugging him.

He then placed his hands on your cheeks and kiss your lips with so much tender that you could feel everything he said before.

When you moved away from his embrace, you just took his arms and said softly:

“Let’s go, we will better at home amor.”

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[atinylittlepain]

Firehouse Harrington - New Beginnings - Chapter 1

Fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

steve harrington masterlist

warnings | 18+ angst, descriptions of PTSD-like symptoms, smut

a/n | thank you all so much for your patience as i plotted this next period for steve and his girl. i've had a few folks ask if i'd do a taglist for this series, so if enough people express interest i will absolutely start one! thank you as always for reading <3

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“Hey, golden girl! Wait up!” Shit. She has nearly made it out of the lab building when Thomas catches her, his voice resounding down the hall. She had been doing a decent job of avoiding him ever since their failed date, a month’s worth of dipping into empty classrooms and staying late to keep from seeing him. But today, she has finally slipped up, turning around and nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag as he walks toward her. 

“You’re a hard girl to find. I’ve been looking for you, but you seemed to disappear on me.” She hums, trying to seem casual.

“Oh? I’ve just been really busy. Wrapping up senior year and all.” His dimple pops as he tilts his head at her.

“Busy, huh? Where are you headed right now? Can I walk with you?” Her stomach drops at his question.

“Um, I was actually just leaving for the day. I’m meeting some–”

“Let me walk you out. I’ve been wanting to talk to you again.” She huffs, realizing it’s going to be easier to give in than to keep making excuses for him to somehow ignore. She nods with a sigh, and he falls into step alongside her as they make their way toward the main exit.

“I heard you’ve already started working with Professor Graham. That’s awesome. How’s your thesis work going?” 

“Good, yeah. It’s all still preliminary stuff, but I’ve been–” For the second time, he cuts her off, and she has to fight against rolling her eyes.

“You’ll have to tell me more some time soon. This might be presumptuous, but are you doing anything tonight? It is Valentine’s Day after all.” Oh no, not presumptuous at all. She shoulders out of the front door, Thomas close on her heels before she finally turns around to look at him in the fading afternoon light.

“I have plans actually.” That doesn’t seem to deter him judging from the grin he’s still shooting her way.

“What? Movie night with your girlfriends?” She goes to answer him, but is promptly cut off by the low rumbling of an engine coming closer, both of their heads turning to see a motorcyclist pulling up to the curb. As the person on the motorcycle removes their helmet, it’s her turn to grin as Thomas’ face falls, his eyes darting between her and the bike.

“Bye, Thomas. Happy Valentine’s Day.” With that, she all but skips away from him and towards the low-thrumming bike.

“Hey, pretty. He giving you trouble?” She presses a few quick kisses to his lips, effectively drawing his attention away from Thomas as she brushes her thumb along his cheek.

“Hi, Stevie. No trouble, just annoying.” Steve huffs, eyes darting over her shoulder one more time to look at Thomas, but she’s quick to tug his chin back toward her.

“Steve, it’s fine. He’s just a total asshat.” He snorts at that, shaking his head as he looks at her through his lashes.

“Always with that mouth, huh? Alright, baby, let’s go before doctor asshat burns a hole through me with his eyes.” She laughs, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, Thomas is still watching them with a very furrowed look on his face, and it just makes her laugh harder as she turns back around to her man. She brushes his flopped-over waves out of his eyes as he grins at her.

“Helmet?” He nods, reaching back to pull out another helmet from the saddlebag and hand it to her. It was the only way she agreed to ever get on the thing with him, a project he had taken up after reading some book about zen and motorcycles that his therapist had recommended. So long as he always wore his helmet – the helmet that she specifically picked out for him because it was certified by the Brain Injury Association of America – she was just happy to see him so excited about something. 

She clicks her own helmet on before stumbling to throw her leg over the humming bike, hands quick to find purchase around Steve’s waist. She’d never admit it to him, but it’s always a bit thrilling, getting on the back of Steve Harrington’s motorcycle.

…

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it?”

“This is like– the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” Steve has to hide his proud smile at her words behind a bite of pasta. He had wanted to do something really nice for his girl for Valentine’s, and had even begrudgingly called his mom to get the recipe for her famous spaghetti. Gina Harrington had been surprised to hear from her son, but had also chewed him out pretty quickly.

“Is this for a girl, Steven?” He was glad she couldn’t pick up on the way he was blushing over a landline.

“Well, she must be special if she’s got you cooking for her. When am I gonna meet this girl, huh? You should visit soon. I miss my baby boy.” 

He had barely made it out of the phone call alive, his mother somehow twisting a visit out of him for her birthday in March, with the hesitant promise that he’d bring his girl along to meet “la familia.” On his mother’s side, Steve came from pure Italian roots, and an extended family big enough to start its own circus. But, watching his girl smile around another bite of pasta was making the prospective trip home seem worth it.

As she finishes chewing, she quirks her eyebrow, pointing her fork at him.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Harrington.” He laughs, shaking his head, because truthfully, Steve’s never done anything like this for anyone. The closest he had come to something like this was heating up Campbell's chicken and stars for Robin when she had the stomach flu last year. And Thanksgiving, but he had really only helped with that. This one was all him, with a little assist from mama Harrington.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just glad you like it, baby.” With that, she leans across the table and presses a smacking kiss to his lips, leaving him with what feels like a really dopey grin as she sits back in her chair.

“I love it. Thank you, Stevie.” During his “King Steve” days, Valentine’s had been an easy ticket to getting laid, nothing more. A well-timed box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers and his night was made. He didn’t care for the holiday then, and he doesn’t really care for it now. But he cares for her, and because of that, for the first time ever, Steve tried really hard this Valentine’s Day. 

They both sit back with content sighs, warmed by the good food and the smiles they pass back and forth.

“Did I tell you I saw Eddie on campus the other day?” He groans at that. Eddie Munson is the last thing he wants on his mind right now. She giggles.

“I saw him walking across the quad. He didn’t seem to recognize me at first when I called out his name, but it clicked pretty fast I think. He asked me if I’ve been keeping you in line.” Steve lets out a huff, raising his eyebrows at her.

“And? What’d you tell him?” 

“Told him you’ve been keeping yourself in line these days, that you’ve been working really hard. And I may have invited him over for dinner this weekend.” Steve groans, opening his mouth to protest, but she’s having none of it.

“Steve, he’s your friend. And he just moved to a new city and started college for the first time. He could use all the help he can get, alright? Poor guy was looking a little lost.” She’s got that smug look on her face like she knows he isn’t going to say no to her. 

The dynamic in their relationship has certainly shifted, and while she has insisted this is a fresh start for them, Steve fears he may never make it up to her, for what he did and how he treated her. He’s trying “painfully hard,” words his therapist had used. Diligently doing his homework assignments, keeping all of his appointments with Dr. Staub, finding odds and ends projects to keep his mind busy, Steve has been walking the walk without a doubt. But he’s finding that the further along in therapy he gets, the harder it becomes, long dormant memories getting upturned that sting just as fresh as they did when they were made. 

Staub assures him it’s all a part of the process. That it will get worse before it gets better. But there are some things he can’t even talk about with Staub. What’s the therapy protocol for processing an interdimensional war that almost destroyed the world as they know it? The memories come in brilliant, painful flashes that leave him tired and muted. When she finds him like that, he chalks it up to a hard shift at the station or a touchy therapy session. She’s always soft with him during those times, and it in turn has softened him even more. He’s still rough around the edges, and snaps at her more often than he’d like to, but it’s clear to even him how much he’s changed, and he is at least proud of that. He just hopes it’s enough to make her stay.

…

“Just leave those, baby. Can get ‘em in the morning.” Steve tugs on her wrist, pulling her away from the sink full of dishes to guide them over to the couch. They settle down into each other easily, her head resting on his chest and his arm slung over her. It’s a position they have both gotten comfortable in, many nights ending in some sort of similar tangle. While it’s sweet, she can’t help being a little frustrated that it never turns into more.

She knows she had said she wanted to take things slow this time, but compared to how they used to be, this is practically glacial. It’s been a little over a month now, and the sweet kisses and closeness have been lovely, but she’d like the pace to pick up, even just a little bit.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a present for you too.” She lifts her head from his chest to see the furrowed look on his face. She can’t help the nervous laugh she lets out as she slowly stands from the couch. Steve’s grumbles of protest die in his throat when she starts to unbutton her jeans and shimmy them down her legs.

“Baby, what are you–”

“Just let me show you, Steve, please?” She can see the bob of his throat as he sits back, his eyes darting everywhere as she steps out of her jeans and quickly lifts her shirt over her head. It had been an impulse buy. She and her girlfriends had been doing some window shopping on her day off. The set had caught her eye in the display of a store she’d normally never enter, but with Valentine’s Day coming up, she decided to try something new. Something dark purple and satiny.

She swears Steve stops breathing for a moment, his eyes wide as he takes her in. It’s a bit overwhelming, the complete silence coupled with his unblinking gaze, and she starts to worry she just made a huge fool of herself, nervously wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I-I’m sorry– this was silly– I should just–” He’s quick to cut off her mumbling, standing up and drawing her arms away, his fingers twining with hers.

“No! No, fuck– m’sorry, I just– are you trying to kill me right now?” She splutters out a laugh at his breathless question, heat rising in her cheeks. He lets go of her hands, his fingers ghosting over the tops of her breasts, the silky fabric pushing them up just slightly. When his gaze meets hers again, his eyes are blown out, dark and hazy.

“So beautiful, honey. Is this all for me?” She smiles, pressing her hands over his until his fingers are flexing into the swell of her breasts.

“It is, Steve. Do you like it?” He swallows hard as he bobs his head.

“Yes– it’s um– it’s– I like it– I like it a lot, fuck– could you– could you turn around for me? Let me see all of you?” She turns in his arms, grinning at the low curse he lets out as his fingers graze along the string waistband of her panties, before turning back around and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leans in to let her lips graze along his ear, his hands squeezing her waist as he lets out a harsh exhale.

“Happy Valentine’s, Stevie.” When he kisses her, it’s different, a little more of an edge, a little more hunger in the way he swipes his tongue along her lips and she opens up to him without hesitation. His broad palms are roaming her back, leaving light squeezes to the curve of her ass before trailing up her spine as she walks them back toward the couch. She lightly shoves him to flop back onto the couch as she kneels down between his spread legs. But as soon as she starts work at his belt buckle, Steve stops her, holding her wrists aloft between them.

“Hey, wait– you don’t have to do that, honey.” She rests her cheek on his thigh, trying to ignore the nerves that have settled back under her skin at his seeming rejection.

“I want to, Steve. Wanna make you feel good.” He sighs at that, his head hanging low as she tries to catch his downturned gaze. Now she’s starting to get worried.

“Steve?” 

“I just– I don’t deserve it– don’t deserve you– looking so pretty for me and everything.” Oh. She feels her heart sink, finally realizing what’s going on. He’s been doing so well, but she knows that Steve still beats himself up for what happened, how he had treated her. To an outsider, she thinks she probably looks like an idiot for taking him back, but she knows that how he was with her before was a reflection of calcified layers of his past. Cliche as it may be, those layers are crumbling, and she’s excited to stick around to see the Steve Harrington that survived underneath them, already catching glimmering glimpses.

She slips her hands out of his hold, both her palms resting on his thighs as she sits back on her knees. 

“Will you look at me, please?” He does, just barely, eyes meeting hers through his downturned lashes.

“I don’t know what exactly is going through your head, Steve. But I’m telling you that you do deserve to feel good. This is our fresh start, right?” That coaxes a small nod from him. She smiles, squeezing his thighs.

“Can I make you feel good now, baby?” He lets out a ragged sigh, sitting back into the couch as he fully looks at her.

“Whatever you want– I’m all yours, you know that.” It’s all she needs to hear, giving him one more smile as her hands slide from his thighs up to his belt. With a low murmured “hips up, Stevie,” his already hard cock bounces free from his shrugged down boxers and pants to rest against his tummy, smearing pre-cum over the bottom of his shirt. As she noses up the vein that trails the thick underside of him, he scrunches his eyes shut, hands clenching in his hair. She missed that look. 

She laps at his swollen tip, enjoying the way the muscles of his thighs tense and jump under her palms, before finally taking him into the heat of her mouth. Steve has always been a stretch, in more ways than one, and as she starts to work him over that familiar ache settles in the hinge of her jaw, her one hand coming to stroke what her mouth just can’t reach. 

“Oh fuck– s’really good– so good to me– fucking perfect, honey–” She missed that too, his broken praises and breathy moans encouraging her on, licking a hot stripe up his throbbing length that has him throwing his head back into the couch. 

“Wait– shit, you gotta stop.” She freezes immediately, pulling back with concern washed over her face. Steve just huffs.

“I want– I wanna feel you, please.” Suddenly, the dull ache that had settled in her core thrums brighter at his words as he’s already helping her up to straddle his thighs. He pulls her into a hard kiss, confidence clearly growing in his movements as his hands squeeze at the swell of her ass, rocking her against him.

“Can I touch you, honey? Get you ready for me, huh?” His words are a strange mixture of the old and new Steve, still a twinge of his cocky certainty laced with his new sweetness. It makes her thighs clench around him. She nods around a breathy “please,” and he finally gives her that dirty grin she remembers so well. 

His hand toys with the satin front of her panties, his palm dipping down to cup her heat through the fabric as she bucks into his grip. He lets out a harsh breath through his nose when he finally dips his hand underneath the fabric, fingers swiping through her folds as she mewls into his neck.

“Fuck, baby– so wet, huh? S’all for me?” She huffs out a pitchy “uh-huh” as he swipes over her clit before dipping a finger down to pump inside of her.

“Steve, more– please, baby.” He shushes her with a kiss to her sternum, adding a second finger to his steady rhythm as she grinds down onto his hand. 

“Always gotta spread you open first, huh, pretty? Get your perfect little pussy ready for me.” His words have her already teetering on the edge of release, her cunt fluttering around his deep stroking fingers as she digs her nails into his shoulders.

“Will you come for me, honey? Wanna see you so bad. Please, baby.” That’s new, and evidently all it takes to snap the snared pleasure pulled taut along her spine as she comes with a stuttered gasp of his name, her hips jerking as he works her through it.

“That’s it, honey. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” She sighs when he finally takes his fingers away, her eyes widening when he sucks them into his mouth with a low groan.

“Missed that taste. Missed you– shit, I need you so bad.” She whimpers at his words. It’s a tangled mess, he tugs his shirt off over his head and she slips her panties to the side as he fists himself, lining his tip up with her clenching entrance. Ragged sighs run through both their throats as she starts to sink down onto him, the sweet burn of it making her dizzy as she seats herself fully on his thighs. She swears she can feel him twitch inside her.

“Shit– nothing feels like this– s’too good– too fucking good– can you move, honey, please?” She gives her hips a weak swirl, both of them gasping as he grazes even deeper inside her. She’s all but collapsed into him, hiding her face in his neck, her arms clinging around his neck as she tries to bounce on his cock.

“Steve, please– I need– need you to–” He shushes her, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hands firm up on the curve of her ass. 

“I got you, honey– gonna give my girl what she needs, huh?” His hips tilt, thrusting up inside her as he holds her steady against him. His name is a breathless chant on her lips as he finds a pace, her hips grinding down into his with each thrust.

They’ve both needed this for a while now, and it’s clear in the sloppy tempo and how close they both seem to that cliff of pleasure already. She pulls away from him to smear her lips against his in what could only barely be called a kiss with the way they’re both panting into each other.

“So fucking close, honey– wanna feel you– c’mon, I know you can– come for me, pretty.” One of his hands comes around to splay over her hip, his fingers dipping down to circle her clit and it’s enough to have her falling into pleasure for a second time, spasming hard around him. Steve is quick to follow, holding her hard against his chest, as his warmth spreads through her, a low curse fizzling out on his lips as he buries his face in her chest. 

They stay like that for a while, trying to steady their heaving breath in each other’s arms. She rakes her fingers through his mussed hair and he tilts his chin up to look at her with blown-out eyes.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stevie.” 

As they get cleaned up, gentle touches in the shower and smiles through the warm steam, she can’t help but think about how different that had been. She knows sex isn’t all about control, but it had certainly felt like she had more of it, that Steve was the one waiting for her to call the shots. It was different, but after all, they are different.

Different is good, right?

[resi4skz]

A drabble because I had to write it down when I thought of it. Please don't mind my writing as I'm a new writer :(

Pairing: Chan(producer) x Y/N(female reader)

Title: Second Chances

When you know the person you love gets sweeped of her feet by another and all you....I can do is watch her be happy and in love. So much love that she invites me to her wedding as her bridesman. I couldn't refuse. Not when it's Y/N. She's my best friend and the only person who I relied on when my music career was starting off. She was there to pick me up when I had bad days. She was there to take care of me when I was sick as a dog and cured me till I was well enough to go back to work.

Now as I stand at the altar and watch her walk down the aisle. She was breathtaking. Her eyes shined holding the galaxy in them and the smile on her face brought a sudden boost of serotonin in everyone. She was like that. She was the one who cheered everyone up, including me. The room was brighter with her in it.

I catch her eyes and she smiles. It hurts. It hurts to know I never got to tell her my true feelings. I give her thumbs up as she walked to her husband-to-be, Shaun. They were in love, I knew that for sure. They met in her last year college and they hit it off right away. I had never seen her so happy. It hurt, my heart not be able to see her with him.

I watch as they read their vows and kiss, binding their future together. And then they both run outside, sit in a car and drive off to their lives together. Smiling, I watch the car fade into a dot. A tap on my shoulder brings me back to reality and turn to see her best friend and her boyfriend, Han, who's also my best friend too. "Will you be okay?" Luna asked.

"Yes," I replied, smiling and glance at Han. "I'll be fine."

"I know it must've been hard to see her go," Han said, patting my arm.

"Guys," I sighed. "It's not the end of the world. I've got my music and she got her happy ending. That's all that matters to me."

Or so I thought.

Because a few years later, I'm back in Korea. My music career took off and decided to move back to Seoul. It was a nice change for once and the environment took some time to get used to but knowing korean was a big advantage for me. It helped me a lot during the first few months here. I had help from Han as he also moved here with Luna and started their lives together.

On the way back to my apartment, I decided to stop by at the convenience store to buy some snacks. As I'm picking up a ramen pack, I freeze as I hear a familair voice. "Mom, I'm not going over with you on this one. Shaun and I are different now. It's best if-"

I hear her sigh. "Mom. I'm going to go. I'll call you when I know you won't berate me for picking a life that doesn't make me miserable anymore. Bye."

My eyes frantically search the store. It can't be. It can't be her. Then everything around me fades as I see her. Long black hair down to her back, wearing a very baggy shirt and tights that showed off her curves.

It can't be.

All the feelings and emotions that I had stored away come rushing back hitting me like a ton of bricks. All these years, I had always yearned for her. I wanted to be with her all the time. But now as she stand at the cash register speaking fluent korean, I'm rooted to my spot. Chan, you idiot, MOVE. It's only when she disappears from sight, that I sprint outside, after her.

"Y/N!"

She stops walking and turns around. Her eyes go wide. "Channie?"

Smiling, and nervous, I approach her. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Channie, what are you doing here?" She asked. A genuine question.

"I moved back here."

"Oh."

"What brings you here? Are you and Shaun visiting here?"

She blinks at me. Oh, way to go Chan, you just made her uncomfortable. "Shaun and I aren't together anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, him and I didn't work out. He wanted different things. I wanted different things. So we decided to divorce," she replied.

"When?"

"Last May."

I take a step forward. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted to but so much happened that I never got around to it."

She had eyebags under eyes and she looked like she hadn't been sleeping well. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes meet mine. "Yes."

But I knew her. She wasn't fine. "Starshine, you know you can't lie to me."

"Channie, I....I can't," she whispered.

Taking another step forward, I wrap my arms around her enveloping her in a hug. "It's okay. You don't need to put the tough act in front of me. You know I can see right through you, Starshine."

I hear her sob before her arms go around me. And she finally lets go.

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A couple of weeks go by, Y/N and I have been meeting up for coffee and lunch almost every day, catching up on the lost time. "So, Mr. Producer, when do I get to listen to the songs you made?"

I sip on my tea. "Say when and I'll take you to the studio."

It was so cute seeing her eyes light up like a child given candy. I chuckle. "Can we go now?"

Glancing down at my watch, I nod. "Sure. Let's finish our drinks and I'll drive us to the studio."

20 mins later...

I open the door to the studio and walk inside, with Y/N trailing behind me. I hear her whistle. "Wow. You weren't kidding when you said your music took off. It really did take off."

I chuckled. "Impressed?"

"Very."

Something in my heart blooms hearing her say that. "Have a seat." I turn everything on and wait for the screen light up. Opening my MacBook, I open a file and click play.

The sound comes through the speakers sitting on the desk, the melody immediately playing. Then my voice comes on and I feel my ears warming.

I'm never letting go

Let's go on a little walk, see the world outside

Don't wanna let you go

The way that you give me your hands, I'll fly

At times when I feel down or empty

You're always beside me

Promise that I'll love you plenty

I hope this'll never end for eternity

Lowering the volume, I swivel my chair around, facing her. "So?"

"Is that you singing?"

"Yeah," I rub the back of my neck. "It's pretty bad, I know."

"Are you kidding?" She says, smiling. "Channie, you voice is lovely! Why didn't you tell me you also sing?"

I laugh nervously. "The topic never came up."

"So, you're not just good looks after all."

I whipy head at her. "What?"

She rolls her eyes. "Like you don't know how many girls threw themselves at you and you never even looked at them."

"So? It's not like I was looking for anything," I replied.

"Why not?"

"Y/N, you don't want to know," I turn back around and turn everything off.

"But why not? There are a lot of women that would kill to date you."

Sighing, I stand and turn around. "But I don't want to date them."

Now she stand up. "Is there someone you like?"

I don't reply to her question. "Oh my, there is!"

"Y/N, just...."

"Who is it?"

Sighing, I turn for the door but she stops me by grabbing my arm. "Let go, Y/N."

"Tell me who the girl is and I'll let go your arm."

"Y/N, I don't want to talk on such things." I close my eyes, trying to hold onto the thin thread of my breaking point.

"Channie, we're best friends. If not me, who are you going to tell?" I know she means well but then goes and tugs at my arm. The thread breaks and I turn around, gripping her arms, I swivel around her and shove her against the door. "Chan, wha-"

"I told you to drop it. I told you to leave it alone but you just had to test my patience." I step forward, invading her privacy. "You want to know who it is I like?"

Her cheeks turn pink but nods, blinking up at me.

"It's you," I confess and take a big step back.

"What?"

"It's," I laugh. "It's always been you, Y/N. Even before you got married." I look at her and immediately regret telling her. "I know this must be a lot to take in but I promise you, I will never act on my feelings because I know you don't feel the same."

Then in slow mo, I watch her walk up to me. "Pabo," she whispers as she leans up, placing her lips on mine. When she pulls away, she smiles at me. "Who told you I don't feel the same? I've had a crush on you since high school."

I blink, once, twice and three times. "What....uhm. What?"

She snorts, laughing softly. "I'll admit I fell for Shaun and we chose different paths. And after running into you again, I felt alive again. You made me be me again. Thanks to you, I'm looking forward to everything. Because if it weren't for you, I'd have ki-"

"Don't you dare say it," I growled. I place my hands around her neck, making her look at me. "Never say that."

"Okay," she says but it came out as a whisper. "Chan-"

I don't waste another second and crash my lips down on hers. I always imagined what kissing her would feel like. But this was beyond my imagination. He soft lips opened, letting me invade her mouth. She tasted like strawberries. So sweet.

We break apart, our foreheads touching. "This mesns our friendship is doomed."

She bites her lip and giggles. "Second chances are one of a kind, at least for me."

And she was right. Second chances are one of a kind. But for me, this was the only kind of love I wanted to keep and cherish for the rest of my life.

[cascader]

Can I ask for 15, I've been watching you all night and I can't take it anymore?

(Also if u see me just follow you I accidentally hit the unfollow button LOL)

hi Kat!!! here ya go, officially two months later!!! this is a continuation to this drabble but in James's POV! hope you enjoy <3

(rated T)

“You’re not listening to me,” sighs Remus. 

“No,” affirms James. “I’m not.”

He could watch her and listen to Remus simultaneously, he knows. He doesn’t want to.

Remus rolls his eyes and turns to follow James’s line of sight, but she’s momentarily obscured by a cluster of recently-growth-spurted fourth years. “Who are you even staring at… Marta?”

James bites down a laugh. “No, mate. Not Marta.”

Remus sighs again, this time louder, and claps James on the shoulder before saying something he doesn’t quite catch and disappearing to… somewhere. He doesn’t know.

Lily doesn’t wear dresses often. He’s used to seeing her legs, but in skirts — her bloody legs in those bloody skirts. He can’t say if he’s grateful for those skirts or hates them. (He’s grateful.) So that’s not it, whatever’s stirred in him at the sight of her dress. 

It’s the lines, he reasons, as she turns to the side in a leisurely walk to the boys’ staircase. He follows the curve of her neck down to her chest, to her waist, to—

She catches his eye again. Seems to know. Winks. 

She’s up the stairs, and he puts his drink down somewhere and says bye — or says something, at least, maybe, who knows, to someone, or maybe he doesn’t. He doesn’t fucking care. 

James takes the stairs two at a time, the music fading behind him. He usually relishes their dormitory being seven stories up from the already-seven-stories-up Gryffindor Tower, but today he curses it. 

Something in his chest tightens and burns when he catches sight of her, half a dozen steps ahead of him. She pauses, hearing him, and slows, her hand reaching out for the railing. Her fingers skim it. 

He catches up to her on the landing outside the sixth-year dorm. 

“Lily,” he gets out, a little out of breath, on an exhale. He didn’t even need to call for her — she’s already turning around, and she’s got that look in her eyes, the one that just kills him, and she reaches for him as he closes the gap toward her. 

“Hi,” she whispers, now smiling a little, as he skims his hands up her arms and shoulders to cup her jaw. He steps forward until her back’s against the stairwell. He thumbs at her lip. Her head tilts back at his touch, exposing her neck to him. 

“I missed you,” she says, eyes closed, head tilting to the side. 

James ghosts his lips up her neck, across her jaw, loving the little puff of air she lets out. 

“I missed you too,” he says, dropping his forehead against hers. 

She winds her arms around his shoulder in the way he loves, squirming herself closer. 

“The terms of their bet… who would win if we just told everyone now?” she asks. 

“Padfoot."

“And he’d be…”

“Insufferable.”

A sigh. “Yeah.”

When James opens his eyes, all he can see is impossible green, shining at him with something indecipherable that scares him a little and thrills him a lot. 

He presses his lips to hers, slowly, surely. She lets out another little puff of air and slants her lips back against his immediately. He knows she’s risen to her toes by the way she presses up into him. 

He feels the familiar electricity crackle up his spine. He ghosts one of his hands down her side to wrap tightly around her waist. Her hands move into his hair, tug it gently. He groans. 

James feels her mouth open and her tongue against his and he breaks away abruptly, panting. 

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, okay, fuck. Not here.”

Lily follows him as he pulls away, catching him on the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “Yeah,” she says mindlessly, now kissing his neck. “Not here.”

James groans again, feeling heat… everywhere. 

He slants his mouth back over hers, pressing her back into the wall. Her hands are everywhere, tracing his biceps, down his torso, tugging up his shirt.

“Okay, fuck,” James says between furious kisses. He palms her arse, hip, thigh, and then hitches her leg over his hip. “Come on, babe. Up.”

She acquiesces, jumping up a little to wrap her legs around his hips. James stumbles for a moment and pulls her tighter to him, bracing them both against the wall. He breaks their snog to kiss her cheeks, one after the other.

Lily giggles. “Can you even get up the stairs like this?” 

James leans in for another deep kiss, then breaks away. Forehead against forehead. “Pretty sure I could do anything right now.” 

[soulofapatrick]

Always Been You - Jesse x reader

Summary: Y/N is part of the Jesse; Ellie and Dina trio. Despite being the most observant you are the most oblivious to Jesse’s feelings towards you

Words: 2K

Warnings: mentions of sensory overloads 

Notes: @thefictionalgemini and @moonchildpc​ here’s another Jesse story for ya, the man needs all the appreciation and love he can get. I will tag you in every Jesse I write x

Y/N’s POV

You wouldn’t be able to tell there was an apocalypse going on with the way everyone is dancing and laughing, the music upbeat and the whole atmosphere merry. Most of the town are here, except those few who don’t like the parties and those with young kids who need to stay home for them. I usually take babysitting duties during these but tonight Nancy and the other mums decided I had to go have fun at the dance. 

So here I am, leaning against the wall, sipping on a rum and coke that Ellie forced into my hand a while ago before she disappeared off to somewhere, probably to find Dina who she would follow to the ends of the earth. Both of them are very dumb as they are head over heels for each other but they cannot see for the life of them that the other likes them. It makes me want to just grab them and snap ‘now kiss’ as they cause so much sexual tension when around and when drunk. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” That smooth southern lilt drags me from people watching to look up at the Asian American. He’s got that smile on his face that has my face flushing. Jesse is fit, he always has been and ever since arriving in Jackson with Joel and Ellie he’s on my radar. Ellie’s teased me multiple times about just asking him out but I’m gonna be the one to ruin the little quartet we have going on.  

“Yeah, Nancy told me I had to come.” I shrug lightly as he stops next to me, elbow brushing mine and cognac eyes sparking in the fairy lights strung up around the old barn. His smile is soft and everything about him is welcoming and warm and it makes me rest my head on his shoulder and just go back to people watching as Jesse doesn’t say anything.  

It gets a little uncomfortable after a while so I grab Jesse’s arm, wrapping it around my shoulders in front of me so I can lean my back against his side. He shifts a little before accepting the position and resting his chin atop my head as I finally spot Dina. She’s dancing with a member of the community, he helps in the meat shop but I’m not too sure of his name as he’s man of few words. I think his name might be Adrian but again I could be completely wrong as all I’ve said to him is ‘hi’ and ‘bye’. He seems like a sweet man, I should try talking to him more. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jesse hums, arm pulling me a little closer while I take another sip of my drink as Dina and Adrian spin around the makeshift dance floor, quite a few people’s gazes on her as she’s shameless and her confidence is hard to ignore. If I wasn’t straight I could definitely see myself having a crush on her but she’s been in a weird on and off relationship with Jesse for almost eight months now and honestly it’s killing me. The pair are terrible for each other, Dina and Ellie having wayyyy more chemistry. 

“She’s putting on quite the show, isn’t she?” Ellie’s low voice appears from my right as she joins us, leaning on the wall next to me with a whiskey in hand. Not sure how she managed to get that as she’s not legal for another two years and Maria is quite strict on keeping the age limit to 21, even in a post apocalyptic world. I somewhat admire how she leads with fairness but how even those like that bigot Seth are scared of her. 

Jesse just hums in response, his chin moving against mine in a short nod that has Ellie sending me a knowing smirk that I really hope Jesse doesn’t notice. I focus on drinking my drink and just scanning the room, eyes falling on Tommy and Joel. It’s always great to see the brothers reunited again and being able to as much of a family as they can, Tommy having become a father figure for me. That did surprise me as I always thought Joel would be the father figure in my life after travelling with him and Ellie for almost a year yet Tommy took me under his wing almost immediately. 

I didn’t even realise Ellie and Jesse were having a conversation until Dina’s making her way over to us asking what they were talking about. I don’t mind not being part of the conversation as it’s just nice to have their company and be surrounded by their lively conversations about god knows what. Last time they were talking this animatedly it was an argument over DC and Marvel comics they had found in the old shopping mall just south of Jackson. Personally I’m a Marvel kind of girl, loving the character of Hawkeye and loving the representation for the deaf. 

“She’s not with us, is she?” Dina’s sweet voice floats through my thoughts and I turn to see Ellie and Dina watching me. They smile lovingly at me, Ellie squeezing my arm before they return to their animated conversations and I go back to watching the way Joel throws his head back in a genuine laugh at something Tommy’s said. I’m vaguely aware of Jesse putting his now empty glass down and wrapping his other arm around my front, arms moving to wrap around my waist as he gently begins swaying us in time to the live band. I could be imagining it honestly but I won’t question it as I want it to be real, my body sparking with electricity at the feel of his arms around my waist and his head still settled on top of mine. 

I let my eyes slide shut, leaning back into Jesse with all of my weight and just enjoy the sounds around me . The cute giggles emitted from Dina at a stupid pun Ellie said, Jesse chuffing and chest rumbling against my back. The sounds of many other conversations merging and mixing like the way the fairy lights flow through the rainbow over and over again. The smell of different types of alcohol mixing and the smell of sweaty bodies making an almost sickly feeling in my gut

I grip Jesse’s arm, suddenly aware of and not liking the sticky heat surrounding me from all the sweaty bodies dancing and running around. The three of them seems to understand, Ellie and Dina seeing the slightly panicked look in my eyes as Ellie taps Jesse’s shoulder, saying, “Time to go. Too much.” 

Jesse understands, unwrapping his arms from around my waist to have his right slide down my left arm to grip my hand in his before he begins to navigate his way through the crowds to the exit. I’m gasping in the cold air, resting my forehead to his shoulder as I try to focus on the feel of his hands in mine. 

“What was it this time?” Ellie asks, voice soothing as we all sit on one of the benches outside, Ellie and Dina opposite me and Jesse as I find myself unable to let Jesse’s hand go. 

“Smell.” 

“Yeah that checks out,” She nods, freckles sticking out against her pale skin when she scrunches her nose up, “Was starting to smell really stale in there.” 

“You didn’t have to leave with me.” I mumble, feeling embarrassed now as they’re all focused on me and I have nothing to distract myself with. 

“Yeah we did, we’re not going to just leave you behind dumbass,” Dina reaches out and squeezes my free hand. Then the three of them continue the conversation they were having inside like nothing happened. It helps me relax and I know that they know from the small smiles on their lips. I just spend this time taking in the two girls opposite me. 

Ellie’s auburn hair is done up in a low bun with a strand or two escaping the style. She’s wearing a white tee shirt under the blue checked flannel that I recognise being from my wardrobe, the sleeves rolled up the elbow. The blue draws out the darker shade of green in her clover eyes that are sparkling with every counter Dina throws her way. She’s wiping her hands on her skinny jeans, the tattoo she recently got to cover the bite so she could stop wearing those bandages. Ellie always gives off such a tomboyish style and attitude and I wouldn’t change that for the world because it’s just so Ellie like.

Dina on the other hand is very feminine. She’s also in skinny jeans but she seemed to opt for cowboy boots unlike Ellie’s scuffed and worn converse. Dina’s hair is up in a high bun, completely slicked back except for a select section at the front that frame her rounded face in gentle waves, the only hint that her charcoal black hair isn’t straight. It’s very obvious from her complexion that she’s an IsY/Nlite and jewish, no hate or prejudice. I think she’s beautiful with her chocolate brown eyes a smouldering against the burgundy v-neck she’s wearing. 

They’re both beautiful and everything about them compliments each other. I still think they would be absolutely perfect together if they would stop dancing around each other. The way their hands are always brushing again some part of the other’s skin and they way their gazes linger on each other for a little too long. 

I know what Jesse looks like without having to turn my head and look at him. His appearance seems to be burned into my eyelids with his shaggy liquorice coloured hair that always has strands of his fringe falling into his cognac brown eyes. No matter how many times you brush the hair out of his eyes it’ll fall right back into place. I find it cute and it gives me a reason to be touching him, caressing his cheek when I bring my hand back down. He’s tall and lanky but by no means weak, his muscles are well defined under the long sleeved grey henley he’s currently wearing: not rock solid as there’s definitely give and softness to those muscles. He’s wearing jeans like always and his sturdy boots as he never knows when he’ll have to spring into action when out so he tries to always wear sensible clothing, no matter the occasion. 

Long fingers hook under my chin, causing my eyes to fly open and my face is being turned so I’m looking up at Jesse, eyes bright as he says, “I can hear the cogs turning in your head.” 

“O-oh,” I can’t help but blush, trying to look anywhere but at him when I notice we’re alone, “Where’d Dina and Ellie go?” 

“Dina was getting cold so Ellie offered to walk her home,” He tells me, that southern lilt all I can focus on and the way his lips move around every word, “Shall I walk you home?” I don’t respond, just watching him, unable to respond, “Y/N-“ 

Something comes over me and I’m surging forwards, lips slamming against his surprisingly soft ones. He doesn’t pull away or yell but instead his hands fly to my hip and my cheek, guiding the kiss into a softer one that has me straddling his waist. The kiss is sweet and new territory for us but at the same time it feels like we’ve done this a thousand times. Jesse’s tongue brushes along my bottom lip and I’m parting them with a sigh at how right this all feels. 

“You don’t know how long I have been waiting for this,” Jesse murmurs against my lips and I’m pulling back, the grin on his face widening at the probable shock on mine, “Have you seen me let Ellie or even Dina manhandle me the way you do?” I just shake my head knowing if I speak I won’t be able to keep the quiver out of my voice and he’s holding my face in his hands, laughing softly as he says, “It’s always been you idiot.” 

Maybe I should listen to Ellie more often.

[penguinfanff]

Illicit Affairs

PART I - “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”

March 4th 2029, Chaeyoung’s Penthouse

“Make sure nobody sees you leave.” Chaeyoung’s words were cold, measured. 

They had already fucked, fought, made up, made love and had now fallen into chilled resentment. It was a dance, their dance. Mina got up from the bed.

“K..” It wasn’t even Mina’s own voice, it was smaller, cracked. She disappeared into her black hoodie, drawing the strings as far as she could. A turtle in her shell, wanting to save herself from more heartbreak. No matter how much she shielded herself from the world, she couldn’t protect herself from within. The question crept up from deep within.

“Can I stay? Just this once?” Mina didn’t mean to, but she made herself as cute as she could. Staring at Chaeyoung, pleading with her eyes to extend this broken bliss outside its normal boundary. Their eyes never met, Chaeyoung never looked at her after they had sex.

“We’ve been over this, babe. He’ll be back soon.” Her lover groaned. The looming threat of having their secret discovered didn’t work as a threat at all, more like a promise. It was just a matter of time, of patience. Who would give in first? Mina’s heart or Chaeyoung’s marriage. 

Even though the last vestiges of her dignity would be thrown to the wind, at least there would be nothing standing between them. Except.. for the world.

“I get it..” Mina replied. Their encounter felt like a dream, just until now, when the first rays of sun crept up against the skyline. It had been six hours, maybe, since Chaeyoung had sent her the message. The uncertainty and wait was the worst, would it be the next day? A month later? Only one thing was certain, Mina would drop everything, if only just to savor the taste of her own shame.

Chaeyoung never dropped anything for her. Did she? Right now she sat on her bed, pretending not to care about Mina’s feelings. Retouching her smudged makeup -

For him. 

“Mina.. Really, he’s on his way.”

He’d sent her a message, and with it the illusion of their sanctuary crumbled. In this space they could be with each other, and the world couldn’t touch them. 

It was a lie. 

His face was on the walls in photos next to her, his socks were in the drawer. She wanted to hate him so bad, his stupid smile, his annoying kindness, his love for her. The only issue is that there was only one person to hate, the homewrecker: 

Mina Myoui - the former idol, international headcase, fallen star. He was laughing at her, perched in all the memories Mina desired to share with her Chaengie. Taunting her from their wedding photo, looking down at her from France.

“Sooo.. Bye?” 

How could someone sound so enthralling, so captivating, beautiful, sensual while stomping on her heart? She was so far into the pictures, jealousy gnawing at her, that she didn’t notice that Chaeyoung had gotten really close. Too close for comfort, her hands were cold. She led Mina out of the bedroom, wordlessly, forcefully. 

Mina resisted the pull, Chaeyoung shot her a look, a mind-numbingly seductive one, coated in exasperation. It was impossible not to fall headfirst into her eyes, that look. Ten or fifteen years ago, she thought it could communicate all their thoughts, in bulk. 

Mina would know if Chaeyoung felt queasy, if she wanted a snack, if her back hurt, if she was annoyed by Sana - ‘everything’. Now she only knew of the volumes that had never been said. Until that night, the reunion.

Chaeyoung broke eye contact, a deep sigh. Mina was annoying now, not vulnerable, not heartbroken, not her penguin, she was the annoying one. With another pull, Mina was led all the way to the door. The strands of hair that had tickled Mina’s inner thigh were tucked behind her lover’s ear, Chaeyoung was an expert at the shy goodbyes. Eyes to their feet, queue the mumbling.

“Will you be okay? Do you need any money?” Her words were an afterthought, but they cut like a knife. 

“I’m okay.” A flat response was the only thing Mina could manage without crying. She was broke, yes, that’s why she had to move in with Nayeon - however she hadn’t told anyone else, let alone Chaeyoung. 

Mina started to move, having already overstayed her welcome. The tiny girl staring at her feet held her back. Why was she so confusing? So annoying. Was it one of those things she couldn’t say out loud? One of those things that she would blurt out when drunk and would keep Mina awake for weeks? Again, the door. She held firm.

“Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”

It didn’t matter. Chaeyoung was flawed, crappy, selfish, an adulterer - but at the same time she was perfect. She was Douglas Adams’ puddle and Mina was the hole. Their last kiss was more intense than anything that happened the last six hours. Their lips crashed so hard it made her head spin all over again. She grabbed onto Mina’s hoodie with both hands, tiptoeing, breathing erratically. Nothing in this world could compare to being loved by Son Chaeyoung. 

An ocean of affection, hidden beneath waves of self-loathing, doubt. Depths Mina felt safe exploring, but every time she dipped her feet in, the dark shapes would move beneath the surface. Even so, she dove, waded, bathed - anything she could get. Chaeyoung let go. As soon her heels hit the floor, she rasped unceremoniously:

“You should leave.”

“Yeah. Bye.” Mina finally reached the door, her lover let go of her. The door closed behind her, a world apart in seconds. On her way to the elevator she had the thought of what if. What if she waited here for long enough for him to find her ‘on her way out’. It was dishonest, shitty, but at least it would force them out of this rut. When the doors opened, she hoped to see him there.

He wasn’t there. 

The elevator was empty. 

The building was empty. 

The town was empty. 

She was empty.

--Thank you for reading, this is posted after it finished on AO3, just to see if anyone else might be interested. I post all my fics on AO3, but wanted to see if anyone on tumblr wanted to be a bit miserable.--

Read the full fic here (AO3)

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Warning you all NOW - this is purely fluff ‘n smut. Talks about babies, breeding kink (?) and tooth-rotting sweetness.

Thanks for your patience while I’ve been out of town! I’ve got two more requests for these two I’m wrapping up, so if you’ve been waiting to drop one in my inbox - go ahead!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 26: Baby Broccoli

“Mommy loves you,” Gina said, dropping one last kiss down to Rosie’s head. The little girl was sitting on Vanessa’s hip, her thumb in her mouth and her blankie in her other hand. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” she reassured.

“We’re going to have fun, aren’t we Ro?” Vanessa asked, giving the 16-month-old a little bounce.

Ro nodded delicately before resting her little head against Vanessa’s shoulder.

“Say ‘bye Mama,’” Vanessa cooed. Ro lifted a hand to wave goodbye to her Mama before Gina disappeared. “What should we do first, huh? Have a little snack?” Vanessa asked, gently bouncing into the kitchen. She slotted Rosie down into her high chair before turning to the fridge where Carmen had already portioned out most of Rosie’s meals for her visit into little glass containers. “What did Uncle Carm put together for us, huh?” She narrated while Rosie kicked her legs in the high chair.

Between Rosie and Lily, and their own future plans, they already had most things that they’d need to watch the girls – a high chair, pack ‘n play, crib and about a hundred toys that all dominated the second guest room’s closet when not being used.

Pulling out a little glass container, she uncovered it to reveal little wells filled with crushed blueberries and raspberries, roasted turkey, cheese cubes and avocado slices.

“Isn’t Uncle Carm the best?” She asked, setting the container down on the tray in front of the baby, glad it suctioned to the plastic. The two ladies enjoyed their lunches together, Rosie even getting a bite of Vanessa’s warmed mac ‘n cheese, before they moved on to play time.

Rosie’s current obsession was her Goodnight Veggies book, along with her stuffed ear of corn and broccoli plushes.

“Nom, nom, nom,” Vanessa pretended to chew on the broccoli, “yum, yum, yum,” she continued, causing a loud squeal to rip out of Rosie. They pushed forward with their play, Rosie showing interest in pulling herself up to push her walking board that lit up and made noise.

After not too long, she was ready for a small bottle ahead of her first nap of the day. Vanessa had dimmed the lights in the family room, drawing the shades closed before warming Rosie’s bottle and settling in the corner of the couch. She hummed softly as Rosie sucked down her bottle, her loud gulps and breathing making Vanessa smile. Rosie mostly fed herself, but enjoyed being held.

Next, she was changed into a new pair of soft pajamas that Vanessa and Carmen had washed and folded the night before. Clipping the baby monitor screen to the waist of her jeans, she slowly ducked out of the guest room where Rosie was snuggled into her crib.

Vanessa squared a few things away in the kitchen before checking her email in the next room over, ordering a few items for Carmen’s upcoming birthday. They’d have a small get together at Trunk Noodle, the restaurant letting her rent out the dining room to host friends and family. Carmen wasn’t much for big showings, but she wanted him to feel special on his birthday.

Checking her watch, Rosie could sleep for about another hour before she’d need to get up. Tonight they’d share dinner together, Carmen already planning on leaving work early to meet them for the meal. He’d been looking forward to watching Rosie for the night all week since they’d been asked.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching Lily and Rosie was scratching an increasingly hard to ignore itch he was feeling. Carmen was getting broody, and while it wasn’t time for he and Vanessa just yet, he could feel that day getting closer and closer.

When he arrived home that night, he hung up his coat, tucking his shoes into the front closet and ducked into the kitchen to quickly wash his hands.

“Who’s that kitty with the soft white tail?” Vanessa asked, reading aloud from one of Rosie’s books. “Feel, isn’t it soft?” She encouraged, running her own fingertips across the tuft of fur on the cardboard page. Rosie was nestled in Vanessa’s crossed legs, reading along with her Auntie. “Who’s that kitty with the shiny tag?” She continued to read, tilting the book back and forth to reflect the little mirror on the page.

“Are we reading the kitty book?” Carmen asked, gently entering the room, grabbing Rosie’s attention. He melted as she smiled, showing off her four little teeth.

“Who’s that?” Vanessa asked excitedly, “is Uncle Carm home?” She asked happily.

“Cahm,” Rosie rasped out with her little voice, disarming Carmen entirely. “Cahm.”

“That’s right, Ro, Carm,” Vanessa giggled, watching as Rosie smacked her palm against Vanessa’s leg excitedly.

“Come here, Ro,” Carmen said, hunching over and wiggling his fingers at the little girl, both of them laughing as she squealed excitedly, flapping her arms. Carmen lifted Rosie from Vanessa’s lap, the book since abandoned, as he pressed little kisses all over her face.

“How was work Carmy?” Vanessa asked, getting up from the floor and tucking the book away on the side table.

“Torture!” He said dramatically, “the day dragged on and on knowing you two were having fun here without me,” he said, happy to have Rosie’s little fingers strongly gripping his curls. “What did you girls get up today?” He asked, Rosie’s fingers now exploring his face.

“We ate our whole lunch!” Vanessa smiled happily, “then we played with our walker, read some books, took a bottle and a nap,” she listed off.

“Busy day!” Carmen said, attention back on Rosie who was fisting his white T-shirt.

“Big day,” Vanessa nodded, just as Rosie was beginning to squirm to get down from Carmen’s grasp. “Want to check her diaper while I look for dinner?” She asked, rubbing a hand up his shoulder.

“Home just in time for diaper duty? Lucky me!” Carmen said, raising Rosie over his head and bringing her down the hall to where they had the changing table set up. He’d fumbled his way through his first few diapers with Lily and Rosie, but now considered himself a pro.

Vanessa reached into the freezer and pulled out a few containers of French onion soup Carmen had frozen over the winter. She could put together a cheese plate, heat the soup and toss together a garden salad easily.

It wasn’t an hour later that they were settled around the kitchen table, enjoying their respective meals.

More, Rosie signaled with her hands, having devoured her smashed berries, which accompanied more smoked turkey, avocado and a few veggie puffs.

“Ro, why don’t you try some turkey before we do more berries?” Carmen asked, knowing the little smashed fruits were practically dessert for the toddler. She’s signaled for more again, stuffing her little fist into the well of the plate that previously held the fruit.

“Demanding,” Vanessa said, pulling out the secret weapon of fruit teethers, or cookies, as Rosie knew them.

“Look baby, Uncle Carm loves turkey,” Carmen illustrated, nibbling away on a piece from Rosie’s plate. There was more in the fridge anyway.

“Oh, it looks yummy!” Vanessa said with feigned jealousy. Rosie eyed the two closely, shoving a teething biscuit in her mouth before grabbing a fistful of turkey. She’d swiftly extended her arm over the side of her high chair tray.

“No,” Carmen shook his head, “dinner stays on the tray,” he added, giving her a pointed look. She simply opened her first, dropping the turkey to the floor.

“Ro,” Vanessa sighed, trying her best not to laugh. It was amazing how much power the little girl had over the two adults.

“Dinner stays on the tray,” Carmen reiterated, picking up the turkey from the floor and setting it by his plate on the dining table. Rosie squawked loudly, grabbing both their attention, showing off her fourth teeth.

“Teeth hurtin’ babe?” Vanessa cooed, running a hand over her little head. “The cookie taste good?” She asked – Rosie flashing her little teeth again. “Will you let Uncle Carm play with you while I clean up the kitchen?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Carmen took his after-dinner duty seriously. First, he pulled Rosie’s dinner smock off, tossing it in the sink for Vanessa to rinse. Then, he grabbed a wet wipe and wiped down her grubby little face, blueberry already staining around her mouth. Rosie hated having her face wiped down and Carmen did his best not to laugh as she contorted her face every which way to escape the cold wipe.  Next, they shuffled into the family room to find some more of her toys on the floor, but she was most taken with the books and picked up her Goodnight Veggies book once again. She waved it at Carmen and he immediately scooped her up to sit with him on the couch.

“Sunset in the garden, robins in their next – tossing, turning veggies need to get their rest,” Carmen flipped the book pages, his head dropped down so he could read gently to Rosie who was content to sit in his lap.

Vanessa wiped down the counter tops, checking her phone and sending a few photos off to Gina before joining her husband in the family room.

“Turnips tucked in tightly, potatoes closing eyes – tuckered out tomatoes humming lullabies,” Carmen pressed a kiss to Rosie’s head.

Vanessa picked up Rosie’s little broccoli plush and the toddler reached for it, cradling it to her chest.

“Cuddly cauliflowers, droopy pods of peas,” Carmen flipped the page, “rhubarbs reading stories to worn out broccolis.” He gave her a little squeeze as she waved her broccoli.

“Are you our little broccoli?” Vanessa asked, but Rosie’s attention was keenly fixed on the book. She smacked the cardboard page, finger pointing at the baby carrots.

“Or are you our baby carrot?” Carmen asked with a little smile. Rosie smacked the page again. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” he relented.

When book time was all finished, Vanessa was sent away with the baby for bath time while Carmen warmed up her last bottle of the night.

Changed into yet another fresh pair of pajamas – as Vanessa simply couldn’t help herself at the store – Rosie appeared in the family room, the scent of lavender and chamomile lingering on her baby soft skin.

Settling back on the couch, Vanessa snuggled into Carmen’s side as she cradled Rosie against her, the baby all too glad to have her bottle. Carmen had put on Rosie’s favorite dancing fruit video on the TV, but her eyes drooped further and further as she drank her bottle.

“I think it’s time to give goodnight kisses,” Vanessa said, Rosie’s head resting against her shoulder as she swayed gently in the family room. “Say ‘night Uncle Carm,’” she sang quietly.

Rosie opened up her hands, reaching for Carmen’s face as Vanessa dipped her forward. Landing an open-mouth, sloppy kiss on Carmen’s chin, she bid her uncle goodnight.

“Goodnight Rosie, I love you,” Carmen said, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

“Kiss,” Rosie said, hands flexing. She leaned forward again and Carmen pressed his lips to her impossibly soft skin.

“Kisses,” Vanessa smiled, cradling Rosie back to her chest and gently bouncing her as they continued down the hall.

Carmen flopped back onto the couch after grabbing a beer from the fridge – Vanessa joining him a few minutes later with the baby monitor screen, setting it down on the coffee table. Without pretense, she immediately crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and looped her arms around his shoulders.

He was all too familiar with how needy she got after seeing him with the babies.

“Ro asleep?” He asked against her lips, to which Vanessa nodded, whimpering softly as he pinched the back of her neck. “Look at you all worked up,” he murmured, free hand sliding up her side, traveling across her back and pulling her body tightly against his.

They’d agreed – married for three years before babies. It was set in stone and something they took seriously. Vanessa wanted to go back to school and finish her masters – Carmen wanted to do more traveling and was deeply considering opening a second restaurant. They had a lot they wanted to do before family time, but now, after a year, that two-year mark was starting to feel further and further away.

“Can’t we just pretend?” Vanessa asked with a whimper, pushing down on Carmen’s quickly hardening length beneath her.

“Of course, baby,” Carmen acquiesced. “I love seeing you in Mommy mode,” he managed to get off the couch with her in his lap, her legs squeezing around his side as he carried her down the hall to their bedroom. Carrying her was easy, walking with a full erection was another as she continually rolled her hips against him. Shedding her shirt and bra, he carefully closed the bedroom door behind them.

Vanessa was barely dropped onto the bed before Carmen stripped her of her jeans, dropping his own denim on the ground before pinning her down to the mattress.

“Please Carmy,” she whimpered, heels digging into his ass as he took his cock in hand, pressing it against her wet folds.

“Can’t wake the baby,” he shushed her, sealing his mouth over hers as he pressed in, swallowing her moan whole. “That’s good, huh?” He asked, hips pressing in deep, causing her to nod quickly.

“S’good,” She agreed wholeheartedly. “Fuck me, Carm,” she begged, chipping away at his resolve. He could feel the backs of his knees sweating as he pumped into her with long, deep strokes.

Carmen dipped two fingers into his mouth before seeking out her clit, loving her pathetic whine as he swirled around it.

“You want a baby?” He asked, brushing her hair from her face with his free hand, she nodded again. “Want me to put a baby in you?” He asked, fingers strumming her body in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah,” she gasped, “give me a baby, Carm,” she gasped. Carmen could feel his full body shudder from his shoulders down to his toes. “Want you to give me a baby,” she begged, “n’make me a Mommy.” Carmen’s hips stuttered. She bared down, clenching hard to keep him inside, causing him to curse out loud.

“Jesus Ness,” his brows knit together, eyes bright with pleasure and disbelief. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, urging him on.

“Come on, Carmy,” she purred, “don’t make me wait,” she gasped.

If she didn’t know him better, he’d be embarrassed how quickly he came – but his own orgasm set her off, and her sex pulsing around him made stars appear behind his eyelids. Vanessa bit into his shoulder hard to keep from screaming – feeling the way his orgasm coated her insides.

Carmen collapsed on her chest, hand sliding under her back to cradle her shoulders.

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “Never leaving this pussy, Ness,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. She whined gently as he attempted to move, her feet keeping him in place.

“Give me a minute,” she whispered, feeling all too content to have her seated so deeply within her. Carmen’s head dipped down, lazily circling his tongue around her beaded nipple. She cradled his head, fingers delving in his curls as he laved her breast with his tongue, his free hand tweaking the other nipple gently.

Carmen always was a tit man, and she noticed he’d often pay them more attention after he came.

“I think if you didn’t have your IUD in, that would have been it,” Carmen grinned against her skin, making Vanessa giggle. “You’re going to need a team of archaeologists to get me out of you,” he elaborated, eyes going blurry for a moment as her laughter caused her sex to flutter around her again.

“Two more years,” she said quietly, playing with his hair.

“Two more years,” he agreed, giving her a tender look. “We get to be the best Uncle Carm and Auntie Ness until it’s our turn,” he reminded, making her nod.

However, later that night, as the baby monitor crackled with sound, Vanessa rolled to where it was sitting on Carmen’s nightstand, and blearily rubbed up and down his arm – she found it all too easy to say, “Daddy, check the baby.”

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You’ve Not Lived, Until You Feel Alive

Chapter 2 of Is That All Mr Gutierrez series

Master List

Chapter 1

Thanks for the love for chapter 1 peoples, I know it was a little different to what I usually write but I need to character builds in this one. When we get to the smut it will be exactly what you all want.

Synopsis: Time has now passed & its 10 years since you had your first kiss with Javi. A lot has changed, & you’ve both grown, but your therapist is asking you to write a secure blog only they can see to get you to believe in yourself once again.

Word count:2500

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! THIS IS A VERY TRAUMATIC CHAPTER! I know this will not be for some of you, it gets dark, but I needed it too, I have to break the reader before they get to have fun. Death, murder, suicidal thoughts, violence, terrorists, cancer, shooting, blood, pain & suffering, angst, agony, anger, PTSD, mental health, nightmares. Pining, wanting, unrequited love not being returned, break ups, loss, sorrow. This chapter is done in a blog, journal format.

Again I am sorry if this is triggering or too much, but I needed to do this to character build. If you want to skip to chapter 3 that’s fine, it will be published soon.

Thanks for understanding peoples, it means a lot, & thanks for reading it’s always appreciated. Don’t worry the smut is on its way, I promise.

Secure therapy Blog post 18

I almost didn’t publish this. I really didn’t think anyone would want to hear what I had to say after the events but my therapist said I should just write when the day happened. Writings my therapy, it’s my creative outlet.

But today was the day the unimaginable thing happened….

My dad passed away & im not sure I can go on.

My dads been unwell for a while. We knew it was cancer & it disappeared about 4 years ago but then it came back, & it was incurable.

Nothing the doctors said… there’s nothing we can do… he’s got 6 months… go make memories with him… so that’s what my mum

& I have done.

My mum to have to go through another loss in her life. Another heartbreak, another good bye. I’m not ready to post about the other heart break yet, but I will do one day. It not mine that happened I don’t recall it.

But we have spent the last 18 months with my dad having the best time in the world. The Gutierrez wedding in Cuba for Javis older sister Luna was so much fun, my dads face as I danced with Javi after few too many drinks, thinking of what I could have had with Javi from my time as a teenager crushing on him. It was like time had frozen. My head buried into Javis neck, inhaling his scent for old time sake. The way his hand stroked my back, making me want more. Trying not to think that his fiancé was looking right at us. She knows I’m just his assistant & look after the legitimate side of the business. She has no idea the feelings I have hidden away from her soon to be husband. A pipe dream I had 10 years ago when I wrote my teenage diary.

But then we got home & dad took a downward turn. & he told me to be brave & go after my dreams & to always be true to myself.

When he was still with us after the 6 months the doctor originally told us, we took each day as a blessing. I don’t believe in god, but I know my dad does. Every night I asked my dads god for one more day with him. & obviously I asked for one too many.

Watching him pass was heartbreaking & but also soothing. He was no longer in pain. & what he did medically for the world to help & try & find a cure still astounds me. My dad went through awake brain surgery to see what happened when it was operated on & how it affects the body. He was so brave. If that procedure saves one life, my dads pain & death won’t have been for nothing.

The Gutierrez’ have told me to take as much time as I need. Javi has sent around a vase of black orchids, my favourite, he always says he sees my inner goth whenever he looks at them. He’s said the business can wait & that he can look after himself for a few days, but I am already missing that dimple & cheeky smile. Even now he has a calming influence on me. It’s just him, it’s just J. He will always be there for me. & yes it’s weird that one of my closest friends in the world is a drug lord & part of the mafia, but we run the legitimate side of the family empire. We run it well. & Javi knows a day will come when he has to run all of it. He’s not looking forward to that but he knows it’s his destiny. He & Sofia will raise an amazing family & have a fantastic life & I will watch by the side, maybe with a family of my own, watching them be happy & be glad I have a small part in their life.

My dad told me to be happy. & that’s what I’m going to do… be happy.

He wouldn’t want me to mope around & wait for life to happen.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

We will have the funeral, Javi Senior has said we can have the wake at their mansion, no need for us to have it in our hotel.

But then I think I need to take that gap year I’ve always promised I would do.

I want to see more of the world than just Spain & England. I want to experience life. I want to feel alive. That’s what my dad always said, you’ve not lived until you feel alive.

Dad I miss you.

I miss your smile.

Your kind eyes.

Your bad jokes.

& I miss that you will never walk me down the aisle or watch me grown into a woman. I know I am a woman but I have so many life experiences to come & you won’t be there to watch me grow & fail. Become proud of myself & who I become.

I love you dad…

I’m not sure I can do this without you…

Secure therapy Blog post 26

I’ve put this off

Everyone’s told me to type

Everyone asked me if I’m okay

I say I am

But I’m not

So here goes

4 months ago I nearly died…

even typing that feels like a weight has lifted off my shoulder

It was horrible

I should not be here

I can still feel the heat when I drop off to sleep

The dreams & nightmares are so vivid

Every day awake was already struggle & now my peaceful sleep is full of flashbacks of horrors or my worst nightmares

It’s pain like nothing else

I was in Rome, after seeing the opera, just on my own. I needed from space from mum, work & Javi. His break up was hurting him a lot & he’d been making rash impulsive decisions. It’s most unlike him. So I suggested I went away for a week, have some me time & so he can get over Sophia. The last thing we both needed was to be moody in each others presence.

So I flew to Rome, did all the sights & went shopping, hooked up with some guys & stayed in a nice hotel & went to the opera.

Then at 3am as I slept in bed I felt warm, it was September so the weather is to be expected. & then I heard the noise, & smelt the ash. A car had exploded outside our hotel & the front of the building had caught on fire. I grabbed my phone & keys & headed to the fire escape.

I could feel the heat surround me, my lungs desperately needing air, as this ash fog just coated my throat. I remember seeing some people pass out, lots of screaming & items on the floor that I did not register. I knew I had to make it out, I had to see everyone I cared for one last time

I know that in the last 18 months since my dad passed I’ve felt helpless & suicidal at times but I’ve always found strength & love from others, it’s got me though it. I needed to get out in one piece. I needed to be with everyone even if it is just to say goodbye.

But then I got to the lobby to make my way to the exit. This was not just a car crashing & exploding, this was a massacre. This was an attack on the hotel & its guests. Bodys burnt in front of my eyes, some people bleeding out, bullets & weapons across the floor. Death stood between me & my exit. How I had got to this part of the hotel still alive & not in pain was a miracle already. As I stepped across the lobby heading for the exit, I could just hear my dads voice like he was there going, you’re doing so well sweetheart, you’re almost safe, you can make it. A few more steps & the horrors will be over. You can almost smell the fresh night air, keep going.

Maybe there is an afterlife, maybe he was reaching out to me but I knew I had to make it across & get tho the exit. It took me a while but I stumbled eventually through the exit & gasped as the nights air filled my lungs.

But then the horror continued… but I have no recollection of it. All I remember is the high piecing screech & suddenly feeling warm as something hit me. Blood trickling & seeping through my sleep shorts. I had been shot. I know I blacked out but there was just one thing running through my mind before my face crashed into the hard cold concrete path. That i would was never get to apologise to Javi for telling him to man up after the break up, for not telling him that I knew Sofia was having an affair sooner, & for not telling him that he has been my true love from the moment I met him, aged 13.

27 of us survived the hotel siege. My mum said I had a face Picasso would have been proud to paint when I woke up. She was crying but her humour got me through it. She’s had so so much loss in her life. Losing me would have hurt the most, she’d have no one. We agreed one step at a time, keep things slow, but I keep having these nightmares from the day. I now know it was the police who shot me by accident thinking I was apart if the group storming the hotel & I am being compensated, I mean it is there job to protect everyone & not take any risks. But I was in my jammies how many terrorist siege a hotel in pjs?

Seeing Javi when I got back here on the island was perfect. All our anger & frustration with each other had gone. We hugged & cried & promised to never be mean or hide anything from each other again. & then he broke my heart just before I went to tell him how I really felt about him & that he helped get me through that night & how he was the last thing I thought of before I blacked out. He said I was his best friend & he knew we would always have each others back.

It still hurts much like the wound in my leg. It hurt deep. But if Javi just wants us to be just friends I can cope with that. I just want Javi to be happy that’s all. I want to watch him grow & flourish & live his best life. I want the world for Javi & if that means I’m just a friend, I hope I can deal with it.

I’m so glad I have a secure server to type on.

This has really helped me today, & so has looking back at all my old posts. Therapy has really made me not feel guilty, that I’m here & those people aren’t. Survivors guilt is real & it’s painful. I do still wish at times that I didn’t make it out but my dad was the voice in my head telling me to keep going & that I am strong. My mum will always have my back. & I know I can trust Javi to support me in everything as a friend, even if that’s all it is. But I do wish it was something more…

Secure therapy Blog post 32

It’s been a while… it really has

My therapist told me to write

She told be to be honest

She told me she would read this

She told me to say it

I am worth something

I am not defined by my recent trauma

& I am valid in my pain

Last week was not only the 2 year anniversary of my dads death but also the day I received my compensation for being shot & the findings report from the massacre were released on the same day, it hit me like a train & i seriously considered with all the emotions & conflict inside me, if my life actually mattered

My mums back in London, to complete the renovation of the new dinning room & kitchen of our hotel there, my best friend is on her honeymoon, & no offence to you my therapist, but I knew what you were going to say. I wanted something else or someone else to validate me.

I’ve been staying at Javis on Saturdays recently, he says that’s when he misses company the most & he usually has meetings or church on Sunday mornings. So I was just standing in the kitchen cooking us dinner, when everything just over came me, the knife in my hand looking so sharp & inviting, would anyone really miss me if I killed myself right now…

I didn’t even know Javi had entered the kitchen, but I knew the second I came out of my paused trance that the tingling sensation Within me was from his hand removing the knife from mine, putting it out of my reach. His other hand stroking my back going up & down my spine. I felt like I was actually breathing & being seen for the first time in almost 2 years.

& that’s when one of my favourite songs came on the playlist i was listening too. & I just rocked with Javi in silence, his arms tightly around me waist, squeezing the pain out of me but also filling me with love & purpose… the moment I finally turned my head to see him & his big puppy dog eyes, the lyrics sang “when nobody understands you, well I do” played. We both just softly smiled at each other no words being said.

When the song ended he asked me if I felt better & that I was always welcome & safe in his house or his parents villa if I need some space & didn’t want to go back to the hotel. I told him I knew that, he told me because that’s what best friends do we say nothing & we just understand don’t we…

I should have told him there & then that I was now sure I wanted more but the moment was so pure & perfect & gave me purpose again, that I didn’t want to ruin it with heart break for me if he rejected me. I couldn’t cope with that, not right now. So I’ll continue continuing on

I know my place

& I know Javi will always be there for me…

Chapter Three

[mysticalrambling]

Ending It All Part 2 (C.E)

A/N: Here you go guys. Much awaited part 2 is here. I am so in love with this particular fan fiction and hope you guys like it. If you want me to write any blurbs related to this series, do let me know.I am open to requests.

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Part 1 

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris regrets divorcing you and he tries to mend the relationship. However, you have already moved on with Tom Hiddleston and are quite happy. He has to just stand back while you and your children become closer to Tom and it is all his fault.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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“Coming in?” Chris turned his face towards you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“No, I have some work. Just wanted to drop the kids off myself.” Your ex husband’s house was on your way so you just saved him a trip.

“Not even for coffee, darling?”

“Sorry but I will have to say no.” You still got flustered when he called you with nicknames. You had once decided to tell him to stop calling you with all these terms of endearment but you couldn’t build up the courage to do it.

It has been over a year since your divorce and the moment you think you are over him, he is right there to bring those feelings back. You were a mess when he moved out and you had to see him on the weekends for the kids. It looked like you were drowning and you couldn’t come up for fresh air. It was exhausting but after several months, it didn’t hurt that much. It didn’t feel like your heart was tearing into shreds. You felt numb but that was better than feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“That’s fine. See you Sunday?”

These were the only few sentences that were spoken between the two of you since the divorce. This was your new normal and you were starting to adjust to it. “Yeah, bye.”

“Who wants pancakes?” Sighing, he turned around and asked in a fake, cheerful voice. He didn’t get to be disappointed. These were the the seeds that he sow and he had to reap the results.

“I do.” A collective chorus came from the living room as they had already started to play with Dodger. Dodger was adopted from a shelter home about two weeks into the divorce. Loneliness was a destructive force and Chris hadn’t come to that realization until he was sitting in his home at eight, all alone. No laughter, no mess, no companionship. He went out that day and got a new dog. The apartment was eating him alive because it was a reminder of his ‘new life’. More like his ruined life.

“Daddy, you goin’ to be there for my match?” Jace looked up at his father and hoped that he wasn’t going to say no. There have been too many occasions this past year where he was not there for his children like Easter or Mia’s first day of school. He was either too busy with his career or he couldn’t bear to be with his family knowing that he wouldn’t be going home with them. He wasn’t strong enough to handle that truth.

“I’ll be there but I have work afterwards so I can only be there for half time.” The apologetic tone was all too familiar to the kids now so they just stayed quiet.

Chris noticed their disappointed look and continued, “When I get back, we’ll go to Disneyland for the whole weekend.”

“Mommy and Tommy will be going as well?”

Stopping in between making the pancakes, he asked with a venom laced tone, “Tommy who, Jace?”

“Mommy’s new friend. We like him.” Your son continued petting the dog without realizing the damage he is doing to his father. “New friend” was always a code for boyfriend and Chris didn’t know what to do with that information.

He knew that you had gone on a few dates with Tom Hiddleston because of the paparazzi. But he didn’t know that you both were serious. Your kids knew about him so it was pretty damn serious.

“He won’t be going with us.” Speaking with finality, he resumed cooking. You were his and that was not going to change. He knew he was being unfair but when it came to you, he lost all rationality.

“But he is our new dad.” Mia whined from her place and Chris just looked at her with a wounded look. His babygirl was putting someone else in his place.

His voice boomed throughout the house and both the kids looked at him with tears in their widened eyes, “I’m your only dad. Don’t you ever say that.”

“‘m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” Her chin wobbled and Chris was quick to realize his mistake. It was not your children’s fault. It was not your fault. It was his fault.

“Not your fault, baby. But you only have one daddy and that’s me.” Kissing her forehead, he wiped the single tear that managed to escape her blue eyes.

“’kay.” The kids got distracted again but Chris did not forget. He was still seething from the inside because Tom may have taken you away from him but he damn well couldn’t take his children.

They all get ice cream afterwards and the kids fall asleep in their rooms that Chris built from scratch. It was a lengthy process because he just kept remembering the times when he decorated their nursery with you. Such a beautiful memory and he was ruining it. The guilt ate him up inside when he realized that he may not get to ever decorate a nursery for your children again. He may not get to expand his family with you again. Again, it was his fault.

“Sorry, ‘m late. Work was hectic today.” Everything was so busy today because your boss signed up a new contract and he has been impossible to work with. You just wanted to go home and sleep for the whole week.

“It’s okay. They’re sleepin’ upstairs. Listen, we need to talk.” He was too consumed by anger and hurt to notice that you were too exhausted for everything.

“Go on.” You urged him, figuring that he might say that he won’t be able to make it to your son’s match. This was what most of your conversations were based on; him saying that he is too busy to be present at occasions related to your children.

“Why are my children referring to your boyfriend as dad?” He nothing but spat that sentence.

“I- I didn’t know about any of this. I’ll talk to them.” Stuttering, you tried to mediate the situation but nothing seemed to get through to him at the moment.

“No need. I already did that but for next time, keep your boyfriends away from my children.”

“Our children and I don’t let anyone near my children. We are serious.” You were offended by his crude tone and you weren’t just going to let him walk all over you.

“You can’t be serious with him. As a matter of fact, you can’t be serious with anyone.” Your ex husband declared it like it was a law. He didn’t know how to react to what you said. All the pain was converted into anger because that was his current form of expression.

“Are you serious?” This was all too much for you to handle. How could he say that?

“Yes. You only belong with me. I regret it so much (Y/N).” Chris’s expressions told you where he was going.

“Oh, stop. You can’t just do that. Can’t come bargin’ in my life and mess it all up again. I am happy.”

Chris reached out his hand but you took a step back. He was not allowed to touch you anymore. “I was mistaken. My career is not above you, darlin’. Never was.”

“You made me feel worthless. You made me feel as if I was the reason our marriage ended. Won’t allow myself to get sucked back into this relationship.”

“I know I broke our family. I tore us apart and didn’t even apologize for it properly. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” There was a stream of tears running down his face and you wanted to wipe them away but you resisted.

There were still times when you wished that you were still happily married to Chris. That you still had your perfect, little family. The divorce made you feel worthless and lonely. There were times when you couldn’t even look at your children because they were the exact replica of your ex husband. You once adored the fact that they were his carbon copy. However, now you couldn’t help but get angry. How could he leave little pieces of himself behind and think that you could move on with your life.

It was all because you were with another man. He never said all these things when you were alone and you suffered from depression. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed to get your kids ready for school. You knew that Jace had informed him because he was really worried about you and he always shared his troubling thoughts with Chris. But he didn’t do anything about it. He stayed quiet and you had to pull all the pieces back together yourself. It was all tape and glue. Your ex husband didn’t get to come back and dismantle your progress. You wouldn’t let him.

“You can’t do this. Can’t come back. I am with Tom now so stop trying to fix things that you already broke.” Your face was red with anger and all the energy was drained out of your body.

“Please, just give me a chance.”

“No!” You couldn’t choose Chris again. You had to choose yourself. You chose to think about your needs and your feelings for the first time in seven years. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with Tom. He surpassed your expectations the first time and you knew that he could be your partner. No one could compare to Chris but Tom made his own place in your heart and you were glad about it. You continued on, “Tom is good for me so please don’t ruin my happiness again.”

Tom was great. He was good with the kids and he was slowly becoming an integral part of your life. You still missed Chris because that man was the love of your life for seven years and those feelings can’t just disappear with a single piece of paper. You were glad to have Tom in your life and you knew that as time would pass, you will love him with your whole heart. However, a small part of you would never forget Chris and would always wonder about the what ifs. What if you were still together? What if you had more children? What it you got to grow old together? Broken dreams are what hurts the most.

“I don’t want to be a cause of that. Not again. But I want to make things right.” He unintentionally came closer to you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Sorry I wasn’t there for our kids. Sorry that I broke you, baby.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything.” His chest was hallowing from inside out but he didn’t want to back down. Not now. Not ever.

“Just answer one question for me. Are you truly happy?” A tremble was prominent in his voice but you tried to ignore it.

“I-I am. For a long time, I wasn’t but I am now.” You spoke with such conviction that he knew you were over him.

You would always love Chris but now it was time for you to move on with your life. It was time to leave the past and delve into the future. Chris would always own a piece of your heart but you are going to allow Tom to have an opportunity as well. You will open your heart again to love. You were sure now.

“Okay. I will get the kids for you.” He backed off like he promised he would. You knew at that moment that it was all over.

Watching you drive away with his kids was heart breaking for him and he just watched helplessly. Chris still wanted to cry, beg and apologize. He wanted you to take him back but it was all his fault. He ruined you once, he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t interrupt your new life. It doesn’t all revolve around him but he was okay to remain on the sidelines while you enjoy your life. He will be there for you if you needed him.

You are happy and that should be enough for him but he wants to be selfish again. He wants to fight for you but it’s all too late. You were with someone else. He lost his chance.

Wednesday rolled in pretty quickly and Chris dreaded going to the match. You were going to be there with your new boyfriend but he didn’t want to miss his son’s game. He could only be there till half time already so it wouldn’t be that awkward.

“I just wanted to be here for Jace. Won’t cause any problems.” Chris took a seat beside Mia when he saw you shifting uncomfortably. The seat that should have belonged to him was currently being occupied by your boyfriend but Chris just bottled up all his feelings. It was not right to still think of you as his wife.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget about everything.” You wanted to move on and did not want anything to hold you back.

“Okay. Mia, you want Kit Kat?” Offering her a large chocolate bar, he started talking with his daughter so that he could distract himself from you and Tom.

“What is happening, love?” Tom questioned when he saw that his former co-star did not even glance at him properly.

Chris and Tom were not the best of buds but they were still good acquaintances. He thought that dating you wouldn’t be a problem because Scarlett had informed him that Chris was the one who asked for divorce. However, this situation made him realize that Chris was jealous. He still had feelings for you and Tom didn’t know how to react to that.

“Nothing of importance. Let’s just focus on my baby boy.” Saying that, you cheered for Jace as he made his first goal. He was an exceptional player like his father and you knew that he would pursue football as his career. Jace was really passionate about football. If Chris didn’t become an actor then he would have definitely tried out for football.

There were times when he used to take you to the park so you would play with him. It was your thing. Maybe he had replaced you with someone by now as well but what you didn’t know was that Chris had stopped playing football altogether. Like many things in his life, it reminded him of you and it was just too much to bear.

“You are doing great, buddy.”Jace immediately asked Chris to pick him up as you gave him his Captain America water bottle. It was half time and Chris had to leave for shooting. He was getting late but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Thank you, mommy. Ollie doesn’t listen to me that much so coach is angry at him.” Babbling on, he rested his head on his father’s shoulder.

“Okay, buddy. I have to leave now but I will call you when your game is finished.”

“Won’t be going with us to Chick-fil-A?”

“Uhh-” He cluelessly glanced at you because he didn’t know what his son was talking about.

“I wanted to give him a treat after the match.” Tom butted into the conversation to prove that he was a part of the kid’s lives as well.

Chris could have actually made it to the restaurant because he would be free in an hour tops. However, he decided against it. He had to take a step back for you. Of course, he would be there for his children but Tom should be given a fair chance as well.

“I won’t be able to make it buddy. You enjoy with Mommy and Tom. I’ll take you and Mia to Disneyland this weekend as I promised.”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Giving him to you, he turned to leave. It was hard for him to do this but it had to be done. Chris wiped his eyes discreetly as he saw you all laughing together. This was his fault and he would have to bear the consequences.

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[mysugarkoo]

Have a safe flight || JJK

Hello! This is the first fic I've ever written that just popped to my head and decided to give it a try.. I'd really appreciate all kinds of responses and reviews so I could get better :) ALSO, I have more parts for this one-shot so please let me know if you're interested in that pls :)

Summary: Jungkook's flying to NY after not going abroad for almost two years, in which in those you welcomed your first baby. So you're sad, worried, and a tiny bit jealous. Pairing: dilf!Jungkook x reader Genre: FLUFF -------------- Currently sitting on the floor of your walk-in closet, wearing pajamas and watching Jungkook moving around the room and pulling out clothes, laying them down neatly over the suitcase that was open on the floor. Your stare then got cut by the blabbering and the funny noises your almost 2-years old was making. Glancing over to Eunwoo, who was currently trying to put anything that came in reach into his mouth or waving it around in his tiny hands, and you let out a soft giggle at the sight. Before he could notice, you reached for him across the floor and wrapped your arms around him, making him squeal, "Come here you little peanut, what are we going to do all by ourselves when Daddy's gone huh?" You mumbled while squeezing and tickling him. Jungkook glanced at the two of you before chuckling and continuing his packing, when you spoke again "You know, daddy gets to fly on a plane and go to New York while you and mommy are stuck here" You said now teasingly, knowing Jungkook was listening.

Eunwoo was mumbling words and blabbering the whole time you were holding him on your lap as he just began to learn a few words recently, when you mumbled the last part "They don't give mommies and babies diplomatic passports you know, only daddies" now glancing to see Jungkook's reaction - which of course was rolling his eyes at you for bringing it up for the who knows what time this past few weeks since he's got the announcement the whole band was getting their passports. "You know this is just for this UN thing, and not some shopping spree... If I could I would've taken both of you along..." he sighs at the end of that. He knew you were just teasing him but at the same time, he still felt quite bad about leaving for a week and leaving you two back home. Eunwoo was born a couple months before the pandemic has started, and ever since it was always just the three of you together since the boys were not traveling anywhere. He's not used to leaving you for more than a day or two, let alone fly across the world for a week.

Eunwoo was then fussing around, wanting to get away from your grip and continue his tour around the room and you let him go "I know ... I'm just sad you're gonna be away Koo.... also a tiny bit jealous" you said softly, peering up to look at him with a tiny smirk on your face. truth be told you were mostly scared of staying by yourself now that you have a baby. You and Jungkook's relationship was going on for the past 4 years, so him traveling was nothing new for you. But now with a 2-year-old and a pandemic, you're kinda stressing over it. He then kneel in front of you and smiled while moving a piece of hair from your face "I'll be back before you know it, baby" kissing your forehead just after. "But not without some gifts from, New York" you said that last part with a dreamy sigh and sparks in your eyes, before pointing your tiny finger at him and glaring obviously very jealous.

Jungkook then stood up laughing at you, mumbling "I know, I know", then glancing over to Eunwoo who was just done playing with the fabrics of the dangling clothes around the room, and now signaling he's hungry "Nanas!" which clearly meant he was craving his favorite these days, bananas. Jungkook picked him up and planted kisses all over his face, soon both laughing and squealing together, while you were watching these two best pals enjoying each other, "What about you peanut? You're gonna take care of mommy when I'm gone huh? Are you going to be a good boy?" Jungkook now walking out of the closet and disappearing inside the room, while Jungwoo wrapped his tiny chubby hands around his father's neck asking for bananas again "Nanas dada!!".

The rest of the day was filled with just the three of you at home, packing and spending your day together. When evening came Jungkook was soon leaving for the airport and was getting ready and pulling his bags towards the entrance door. You were sitting on top of the kitchen island watching his every move when he finally walked towards you with a small smile. "You look so good in this Louis Vuitton," you said in a whine while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he stood between your legs, when he smirked. While you sighed again with a pout "It's just a week baby" he said wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you two as close as he could and caressing your skin. "I know baby, it's just been so long since you went aboard.." you glanced for a second towards Eunwoo how was playing with his toys around the living room "what if I need you? Or if something happens or if I can't handle Eunwoo alone, and you're not here, and you're busy and can't answer you phone.." you said now panicking when he pulled your face towards his now mumbling against your lips "You're gonna be fine Y/N. You've got this. Just a week baby, then I'm back and we'll go somewhere special" kissing you softly now. "Plus I'm sure all the girls are not really happy staying home while we leave, so you'll have each other as well" knowing you were all so close with the rest of the boys' families and wives. "And if I'm not picking up and you need something urgent, you can always just call one of the staff.. But nothing's gonna go wrong baby. I promise". Kissing you again. you played with his hair, knowing he was probably right "I'm gonna miss you so much" still pouting but pulling him in for another sweet kiss while he kissed you back and mumbled as well "I know baby me too" pulling away now "But you'll be fine. You'll have fun together".

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, his security signaling that it was his time to leave, he pulled away from you and went to grab Eunwoo from the floor and kissing his cheek softly. Setting Eunwoo on your lap so he was facing Jungkook, you wrapped your arms around his tiny body while he smiled at the both of you, before squeezing the three of you into a hug with Eunwoo in the middle and all of you giggling at the act. He pulled away and looked at the two of you with loving eyes "I love you guys so much" he said caressing Eunwoo's little face before leaving a few kisses along his face and Eunwoo was giggling again. Looking up at you, he caressed your face as well before pulling you into another sweet kiss, this time lingering a little bit longer. "Have a safe flight. Call me as soon as you get to your hotel, you hear me?" you said when he pulled away and he smiled before pecking your lips one last time and planting a kiss on top of Enwoo's head before pulling away from you guys "I will. I promise" he said while grabbing his backpack and adjusting it on. Some staff were then stepping in as he unlocked your house door for them, smiling slightly towards you while you smiled back at them. You slide off the kitchen island with your baby in hands just as his bags were being taken away "Say, bye daddy have a safe flight" you told Eunwoo and he waved his hand towards Jungkook "dada", "bye baby I love you two, be a good boy to mommy remember?" he kissed his small hand and pecked your lips one last time before stepping out with his security.

You sighed again with Eunwoo in your hands, the house now empty, the two of you looking at each other. "Well baby, you're stuck with mommy for a whole week" you squeezed his cheeks together, then he suddenly sneezed right at your face. "Aww baby thanks for that" you laughed "Now let's go take a bath before mommy starts crying because daddy's gone," you said realizing now that Jungkook's really gone now and it's just you two.

Later that night after putting Eunwoo to bed, while you were watching some TV in your living room, you started texting the other girls in your little group chat, all of you tearing up and laughing at the situation you're all in before going to bed.

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