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So the previous roommates having rocks for brains has worked out in my favor as I sift through the items they didn't bother to take with them
#scoring some really nice reusable chopsticks! they're black with red tips#i have a reusable set from. my hot topic miku ramen bowl. but having more is a plus for sure#someone's little pink bento box? that's basically what it is and i like it; a very bright lantern style flashlight that flashbanged me#what seems to be a food processor and what may be a panini press once i take it off the top of the fridge to examine it#i'm not mentioning the foods i found deep in the cupboards that expired back in 2022. that's for another day#catch me googling how long pepper is good for#there's a cooler that got left behind! potentially two of them; i'm not totally sure if the second box is a cooler#also figuring if i use the dishwasher fast enough then the roaches can't get to the plates and i don't have to keep washing by hand#actually got enough stuff wiped down that i feel okay putting the silverware and pots and pans away; the shelves with the plates#and glasses are next; under the sink also has to get cleaned out and i am not looking forward to that#fascinating... you really live like this?#was doing dishes while listening to holst's planetes symphony and had a supreme bug moment as well. all is well in this world.#shai speaks
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spain âą FA14
âą part three of this time, iâll love you much better
đ€ series masterlist âą playlist âą part four âœ
PAIRINGS: fernando alonso x ex-wife!reader
SUMMARY: everything was going well for jullianna: finally meeting her father, fernando, after twelve years and getting to spend some time with him. that is until a new person inserts herself into the picture.
REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WARNINGS: no use of y/n, the parent trap inspo + plot, named side characters (except reader), twins switching places, poorly google translated spanish & french, inaccuracies with information, and minor typographical errors.
WORD COUNT: 10k
AUTHORâS NOTE: this is a part 3 of my FA14 series that was inspired by âthe parent trap.â iâm so sorry if it took too long, but i hope youâll enjoy this one! your comments/reblogs is highly appreciated. the taglist for this series is open, just comment or message me if you want to be tagged on the next part.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling estate, and Jullianna stepped out, eyes widening in awe. The houseâno, the mansion, was even grander than the photos Sofia had shown her. The façade was a blend of old-world Spanish charm that Jullianna would often see in magazines, and it was blended with modern eleganceâterracotta roofs, white stucco walls, and large arched windows that reflected the warm Spanish afternoon sun. The driveway was lined with towering cypress trees, and colorful bougainvillea climbing along one side of the building, adding a vibrant touch to the pristine exterior.
Before Jullianna could fully take in the whole grandeur of the place, a petite older woman with salt and pepper hair came rushing down the front steps. She was wearing casual clothesâa white loose shirt that is tucked in navy-blue jeans, and topped with a pair of Birkenstock sandals. Her face lit up with a radiant smile. This had to be Alejandraâit is Alejandra.
âÂĄMi niña! Mi pequeña SofĂa!â Alejandra exclaimed, her voice ringing with excitement as she hurried towards Jullianna.
Alejandra had wrapped Jullianna in a tight hug, arms surprisingly strong for someone her size. There was a hint of lavender scent soap clinging to her, and it almost felt like a comforting and familiar aroma that made Jullianna smile nervously.
âHola, Alejandra,â Jullianna greeted, trying her best to hide her hesitation as Alejandraâs rapid Spanish filled her ears.
Well, Jullianna did catch bits and pieces of itâsomething about how grown-up she looked and how much Alejandra missed her, but the rest flew over her head. It was putting Julliannaâs basic Spanish knowledge that she learned a few years ago to the test.
Alejandra pulled back, holding Jullianna at armâs length to get a good look at her. âÂĄMĂrate! Eres toda una señorita ahora,â she said, beaming. Then, without missing a beat, she began firing off another set of questions. âÂżCĂłmo fue el campamento? Have you made any new friends this year? Did you have a lot of fun?â
Jullianna blinked, trying very hard to process the torrent of words. But then quickly nodded in return, forcing a bright smile as she replied. âSĂ, Alejandra. Fue muy divertido.â she hesitated for a moment, then added, âI did make a lot of friends this year.â
She clapped her hands together, clearly very delighted by Julliannaâs response. âÂĄEso me alegra mucho, SofĂa! Iâm so proud of you, youâve always been sociable.â
Jullianna bit back a nervous laugh. Sociable? Oh if only Alejandra knew.
âVen, ven, entra,â Alejandra urged, already reaching for Julliannaâs bag. âHere, let me help you with your bags. How did you even handle all of these by yourself? Ay, niña, siempre tan independiente.â
âVen, ven, entra,â Alejandra urged, already reaching for Julliannaâs bag. âHere, let me help you with your bags. How did you even handle all of these by yourself? Ay, niña, siempre tan independiente.â
Jullianna followed Alejandra inside, murmuring a quiet thank you as the older woman hoisted one of her bags with surprising ease.
The moment they stepped through the grand double doors, Jullianna was struck by the sheer scale of the interior. High ceilings were all adorned with intricate wooden beams, and sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the polished terracotta floors and elegant furnishings. The space was both luxurious and warm, with an undeniable Spanish charm in every corner of the house.
âTu papĂĄ todavĂa estĂĄ en BĂ©lgica,â Alejandra informed her as they walked through the foyer, voice tinged with fondness as she mentioned Fernando. âBut you donât need to worry, heâll be home right after the race. Iâll also inform him that youâre already home.â
Jullianna nodded, hiding her relief. âOkay. Thank you, Alejandra.â
They passed by a grand staircase that curved gracefully to the upper floors. Jullianna made a mental note of it, trying to remember the layout that Sofia had described. The last thing that she wanted was to get lost and raise suspicion.
âDeja tus cosas aquĂ,â Alejandra said, gesturing to a spot near the staircase. She smiled warmly. âIâll go and prepare something to eat, I know youâre hungry after a long trip.â
Jullianna smiled back, grateful for the excuse to explore on her own. âGracias, Alejandra. Suena bien.â
Once Alejandra disappeared toward what Jullianna assumed was the kitchen, she let out a quiet breath. This was her chance. She turned on her heels quickly and began making her way throughout the house, determined to familiarize herself with the layout.
Every room that she passed seemed to rival the last in terms of grandeur. The living room was massive, with plush sofas arranged around a stone fireplace and a large television mounted on the wall. Bookshelves lined one side of the room, filled with an eclectic mix of novels, biographies, and racing memorabilia.
The dining room was equally impressive, with a long wooden table that could easily seat twenty people. A stunning chandelier hung overhead, and the walls were adorned with tasteful artwork that reflected Spainâs rich culture, and a few expensive art pieces from famous painters that Jullianna can easily identify.
Jullianna then found herself wandering into a sunlit corridor that leads to what appeared to be a study. The walls were lined with trophies, medals, and framed photos of Fernando throughout his career. She paused as one framed photo caught her eyesâa framed photo of Fernando holding a baby in his arms. She quickly recognized the baby as Sofiaâor herself, as everyone believed. Julliannaâs heart twisted slightly, she couldnât deny the love that radiated from Fernandoâs smile in the photo.
She didnât know that there was a single tear that escaped her eyes, so she immediately wiped it away and shook herself out of her thoughts, and decided to move along. Jullianna eventually found the staircase that led to the upper floors, and step-by-step, she ascended, taking in the intricate wrought-iron railing and the soft runner underfoot.
The hallway upstairs was just as grand, lined with even more family photos and doors that seemed to stretch endlessly. âOkay,â she muttered under her breath. âIf I were Sofiaâsâmy room, where would I be?â
She glanced at the guide Sofia had sent her on her phone, thankful for the clear instructions. A few doors down on the left, near the end of the hallway. When she finally reached the room, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Sofiaâs room was very spacious and elegant, with a large bed draped in soft linens and pillows. One wall was entirely made up of windows, offering stunning views of the estate grounds. A walk-in closet and en-suite bathroom completed the space, it was very luxurious.
âNot bad, Sofia,â she muttered to herself. âNot bad at all.â
Jullianna took the time to roam around Sofiaâs room, assessing every clothes and things she has, maybe judging a few outfit pieces that Sofia has. Their style when it comes to clothing is very different, both at the opposite end of the scale, but even though itâs not something that Jullianna would wear, she can make it work.
âAlright. You can do this, Jullianna,â she whispered, sitting down at the end of the bed. âYou just have to keep it together. Breathe in, breathe out.â
The next day came. Morning light began to spill into the living room, the soft warmth brightening the white walls and casting a long shadow on the terracotta tiled floor. Jullianna walked in hesitantly, her steps light as she took in the scene. The large flat-screen television mounted on the wall was turned to a pre-race broadcast, showing a group of reporters passionately discussing the upcoming event. The whole room smelled faintly of fresh pastries and coffee, and the low hum of the TV added to the cozy atmosphere.
Alejandra was already seated on the plush white sofa, a wide grin spreading across her face when she saw Jullianna enter. âSofia! Good morning! Come, come sit with me,â she said, patting the spot beside her.
Jullianna offered a polite smile, trying to suppress the nervousness bubbly in her chest. âÂżEsâŠel dĂa de la carrera?â she asked, recalling the Spanish words Sofia had insisted she memorize.
âÂĄSĂ, exactamente!â Alejandra said enthusiastically, her face lighting up. âItâs the Belgian Grand Prix, and your papĂĄ will be racing today.â
Jullianna blinked, really unsure of how to respond. She hadnât realized Formula 1 was so integral to Fernandoâs lifeâSofia hadnât gone into much details about it during their swap planning, and in Julliannaâs defense, sheâs not exposed in this kind of environment. But this was an opportunity to learn. She nodded and made her way to the sofa, taking a seat beside Alejandra.
On the coffee table in front of them, an impressive spread of snacks had been carefully arranged. There were small bowls of popcorn, sliced fruits, chips, and a plate of churros with a small dish of chocolate sauce on the side. Two glasses of freshly squeezed lemon juice sat next to the snacks, condensation dripping down the side of the glasses.
Jullianna glanced over the selection, noting how thoughtfully it had been prepared. She guessed that these snacks were all Sofiaâs favorite treats.
âAlejandra, did you prepare all of these?â she asked, gesturing to the food.
âClaro que sĂ,â Alejandra replied with a proud smile on her face. âI always know that you love to nibble on something while we watch the race. Arenât they your favorites?â
Jullianna hesitated for a moment before nodding. âSĂ, sĂ. Gracias, Alejandra. It all looks very delicious.â she reached for a churro to keep up the appearance, dipping it in the chocolate sauce and taking a small bite.
Before long, the broadcast had shifted to the pre-race grid, and Alejandraâs excitement grew ever more. She pointed out the various cars and drivers as the camera panned across the starting line.
âLook, thereâs your papĂĄ,â Alejandra said, leaning forward and pointing to Fernandoâs green Aston Martin car. âHeâs in eighth position today, itâs a good place to start.â
Jullianna squinted at the screen, catching a brief glimpse of Fernandoâs face on the television as the commentator spoke about him. She nodded, hoping her feigned interest looked convincing. âThatâs wellâŠisnât it?â
âSĂ, very good,â Alejandra confirmed, her eyes glued to the screen. âÂĄPuede conseguir puntos desde allĂ!â
Jullianna tried to focus on the broadcast, but the flurry of information from the commentators was really overwhelming. They spoke rapidly, mentioning tyre strategies, DRS zones, and lap timesâterms that meant nothing to her. She glanced at Alejandra slightly, who was fully engrossed, her hands occasionally clapping together in excitement.
As soon as the race started, the loud roar of engines filled the whole room, and the on-screen cars darted off the starting line like streaks of color. Jullianna leaned back into the sofa, watching as the camera cut from one car to another. Alejandra cheered every time Fernandoâs car appeared, shouting words of encouragement as though he could hear her.
Jullianna, meanwhile, felt utterly lost. The cars all looked similar to her, their numbers and team liveries blurring together as they all zoomed around the circuit. The commentatorsâ explanations didnât really help much, to her dismay. They had mentioned pit stops, overtakes, and track limits, but none of it registered in her brain.
During a commercial break, Alejandra excused herself to use the bathroom, leaving Jullianna alone in the living room. She seized the opportunity to grab her phone, quickly typing Formula 1 scoring system into Google. The first result explained that the top ten finishers earned points, with the winner getting 25 points and tenth place earning one.
âOkay,â she murmured to herself, scrolling further. âSo, letâs see. PapĂĄâs currently in P8, and it means that if he finishes in P8, heâll getâŠfour points?â Jullianna made a mental note, hoping that the information would stick.
When Alejandra returned, the race had resumed, and Jullianna did her best to appear engaged. She occasionally echoed Alejandraâs cheers, clapping along whenever Fernando completed a clean overtake. By the time that the race ended, Fernando had secured eighth placeâstarted eighth and finished in eighth. Alejandra erupted in celebration.
âÂĄLo hizo! ÂĄFernando consiguiĂł puntos otra vez!â she exclaimed, her happiness infectious.
Jullianna smiled, genuinely happy to see Alejandra so excited. âEstoy muy orgullosa de Ă©l,â she said, the words feeling a little bit more natural now.
Alejandra nodded, face still glowing with pride. âTu papĂĄ es increĂble. Siempre da lo mejor de sĂ.â
As Alejandra began tidying up the snacks from the coffee table, Jullianna leaned back against the sofa with a sigh, thoughts drifting away. Formula 1 was far more complicated than she had imagined, and the whole environment seemed very intense and all-consuming. She couldnât help but think of how you must have navigated all of it, being married to someone like Fernando.
âIt must take a lot of patience,â she thought to herself, her admiration for you growing.
She resolved to learn more about the sport. Jullianna knew that it was not just about cars, it was about understanding a significant part of Fernandoâs life that she didnât have the chance to get to know.
It has been a total of five days now of Jullianna being in Spain. The morning air was crisp, carrying a faint floral scent from the garden below as Jullianna sat curled up in a plush chair on the balcony. The blanket draped around her shoulders provided a sense of comfort, though it did little to settle the anxious thrum of her heart. The sunrise had been stunningâa gentle gradient of oranges and pinks melting into a clear blue sky, but Julliannaâs thoughts had been too preoccupied to truly enjoy it.
The balcony overlooked the sprawling estate, with its winding driveway framed by tall cypress trees. Julliannaâs gaze drifted to that driveway now, her stomach twisting into tight knots at the thought of Fernandoâs arrival. She had not seen her fatherâSofiaâs father, in years, or perhaps, in Julliannaâs case, ever.
Her phone vibrated softly on the small table beside her, the screen lighting up to display the time. 9:07 AM. The sun was already high, casting golden light across the stone terrace. Jullianna sighed, stretching out her legs beneath the blanket. Just as she stood up, folding the blanket over the chair, the faint hum of an engine reached her ears. Julliannaâs breath suddenly hitched. She decided to walk towards the edge of the balcony, as she peered down, Jullianna saw an Aston Martin turn into the driveway, its polished surface glinting in the sunlight, and it came to a smooth stop near the entrance. As the driverâs side opened, there he was, her father that she had not seen in twelve years. Fernando Alonso.
Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she took in the sight of her fatherâtaller than she had imagined, his posture confident yet natural. Fernando was dressed casually, a plain white polo shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers. His hair was slightly tousled, and even from the distance, Jullianna could see the tired lines on his face, evidence of his grueling travel schedule.
The anxiety hit Jullianna like a wave, and she stumbled back from the railing, clutching her chest. Her breathing had quickened, and she immediately started the breathing exercises she had learned to overcome situations like this. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four. She repeated the process, Julliannaâs trembling hands slowly steadying.
âJullianna,â she whispered to herself, as if the name would ground her. âNo. Sofia. Youâre Sofia.â
Before Jullianna could regroup completely, a familiar voice broke the silence. âÂĄSofia!â Alejandraâs cheerful call carried up from below. âTu papĂĄ ha llegado. Ven, baja.â
The warmth in Marthaâs voice was enough to make Julliannaâs chest tighten further. She took one last deep breath, trying to push down the storm of emotions swirling inside her. Youâve prepared for this. Youâll be okay.
âIâll be right down,â she called back, trying to keep her voice even and cheerful despite the nerves clawing at her throat.
Jullianna glanced at her own reflection at the balcony doorâs glass, smoothing her hair and adjusting her posture. Taking one final deep breath, she whispered to herself again, âRemember, youâre Sofia. Sofia Alonso.â
Then, she turned and headed back into the house, readyâor as ready as she could be, to meet the man that she had spent her whole life wondering about.
As Jullianna descended the stairs slowly, her heart was hammering in her chest. She could hear voices belowâFernandoâs deep, commanding tone interspersed with Alejandraâs lighter and cheerful one. They were speaking in rapid Spanish, far too fast for her to catch every word. She tried her best to pick out phrases but only managed to catch something about a one month break. It was clear that they were discussing plans, but Julliannaâs nerves would not allow her to focus.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped, her feet rooted to the polished wooden floor. There he was, in the fleshâFernando Alonso. His back was facing her as he gestured while speaking, the confidence in Fernandoâs demeanor unmistakableâposture very relaxed yet purposeful. Jullianna found herself staring, taking in every detail.
This was the man she had seen countless times in photos, television, online articles, and in the news. The man Jullianna had imagined meeting more times than she could count, and now, here he was, standing just a few feet away from her.
Alejandra turned, her sharp eyes noticing Julliannaâs presence immediately. Her eyes brightened, and she called out cheerfully, âÂĄBuenos dĂas, Sofia! ÂżYa te levantaste?â
The sound of Alejandraâs voice drew Fernandoâs attention. He turned around, expression softening as his eyes landed on Jullianna. A wide smile spread across his face, and he greeted her in a warm, excited tone, effortlessly switching between Spanish and English.
âÂĄBuenos dĂas, mi niña! I missed you so much,â he said, holding out his arms invitingly. âCome here, give your old man a hug!â
For a brief moment, Jullianna froze. Her emotions hit her all at onceâa mix of awe, nervousness, and deep aching sadness she had not fully anticipated. This is him, she thought. My father. Heâs real. Heâs here.
Before she could second guess herself, Jullianna rushed towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around Fernando. The hug was immediate and overwhelming. She clung to him, burying her face into his chest as tears began to stream down her face. Fernandoâs arms closed around her in a strong, comforting embrace.
Fernando chuckled softly, though his voice was filled with tenderness. âÂżPor quĂ© estĂĄs llorando, SofĂ? Why are you crying, mi vida?â
Jullianna didnât answer right away. Her emotions were too tangled, mind too flooded with thoughts to form a coherent sentence. She could feel the warmth of his hand gently patting her back, and his other hand lightly brushing her hair as Fernando tried to soothe her. Alejandra just stood off to the side, watching the scene with a pleased smile.
âMira lo feliz que estĂĄ contigo en casa,â she said softly, more to herself than to Fernando. âLa casa es tan tranquila cuando ella no estĂĄ.â
Fernando pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt Julliannaâs chin up with his hand. His smile was teasing, eyes glinting with affection. âYou missed me this much, huh?â he asked, tone playful.
Jullianna wiped at her tears hastily, embarrassed by her reaction, but unable to stop herself from smiling. âI did,â she said, voice shaky but sincere. âI missed you so much, papĂĄ.â
His face softened at her words. Fernando used his thumb to brush away the last of her tears, shaking his head with a small laugh. âWell, I missed you too, princesa. But no more tears, okay? Youâre going to make me look so bad.â
Jullianna let out a shaky laugh, nodding as she stepped back. She felt lighter now, though the weight of the moment still lingered.
âHow was camp?â Fernando asked, leaning casually against the edge of a nearby chair. âDid you have fun? Or should I never send you away again?â
Jullianna laughed again, this time more genuinely. âIt was great,â she said, careful to choose her words. âI made new friends this year and had a lot of fun. But I did miss being home.â
âGood,â Fernando said with a satisfied nod. âI donât like when youâre away for too long. Itâs always too quiet here without you.â
Alejandra chimed in with a laugh. âÂĄEso es verdad! I told her the same thing when she arrived from summer camp. La casa no es igu sin ella.â
Fernando glanced at Jullianna, expression turning more serious but still warm. âWell, Iâm here now,â he said. âAnd I have a one month break before the next race in the Netherlands. So weâll have plenty of time to catch up.â
Jullianna hesitated for only a moment before blurting out, âcan I come with you?â
âCome with me?â Fernando blinked, clearly caught off guard by her question. âTo the Netherlands?â
She nodded quickly, heart pounding. âYes. I mean, itâs a whole month, and I think we should spend as much time together as we can. School hasnât started yet, soâŠâ
Fernando studied her with a curious expression, tilting his head slightly. âYou usually hate traveling to races, cariño,â he pointed out. âYou always tell me itâs too much flying from one country to another, and too chaotic.â
Jullianna swallowed, hoping her enthusiasm didnât seem out of character. âI justâŠI think it would be nice to go, and I want to spend more time with you. One month is not enough.â
His eyes softened, and after a moment of consideration, Fernando nodded. âAlright, princesa,â he said with a small smile. âIf thatâs what you want, then you can come with me. But donât blame me if you get tired of all the chaos.â
âI wonât,â Jullianna promised, smile widening.
Fernando just laughed, shaking his head as he reached out to ruffle her hair. âWeâll see about that.â
Lunch was set up on the sprawling terrace overlooking the estateâs lush gardens. The table was adorned with simple yet elegant dishesâgrilled vegetables, fresh bread, and a flavorful paella that Alejandra had prepared earlier. Fernando sat at the head of the table, comfortably relaxed, while Jullianna sat on his right side, attempting to mimic Sofiaâs usual confident demeanor.
Fernando glanced at Jullianna with an easy smile, breaking the silence. âSo, Sofia,â he began, setting his glass down, âhow about some karting later this afternoon? Just you and me. A little father-daughter bonding time at the karting circuit.â
The fork in Julliannaâs hand froze midair, scraping against the ceramic plate as it slid sideways. The unpleasant screeching noise seemed to echo in her ears, and she winced, immediately setting the fork down as she forced a smile.
âKarting?â she repeated, voice an octave higher than usual.
âYes, karting.â Fernando nodded, clearly amused by her reaction. âI thought that it would be fun. It has been a while since you came with me, and you used to love it when you were younger.â
Karting? Oh no, no, no. This is bad.
Julliannaâs mind began to race. Sofiaâs guide had not prepared her for this. The closest thing she had ever done to karting was bumper cars at the carnival, and even then, she was not that great at it. The idea of climbing into a real kart and navigating an actual track was enough to send her anxiety into overdrive. but Fernando was watching her, his expression warm and expectant. How could she possibly say no without raising suspicions? She swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of courage she had.
âWellâŠâ she trailed off hesitantly, trying to keep her tone light. âI mean, sure. Why not? It could beâŠfun.â
Fernandoâs eyes twinkled with delight at Julliannaâs response. âThatâs my girl!â he said enthusiastically, giving her a proud smile. âWeâll head out in the afternoon. Who knows? Maybe youâll finally beat me this time, huh?â
She let out a nervous laugh, avoiding his gaze as she fiddled with her napkin. âMaybe,â Jullianna murmured, heart pounding.
Okay. It canât be that hard, right? Itâs just like bumper carsâŠonly fasterâŠand on a trackâŠwith actual rules. Oh no, this is a disaster waiting to happen.
Fernando, obvious to her inner turmoil, continued talking, his voice animated. âWeâll head over in the afternoon once it cools down a bit. Iâll teach you a few tricks, and weâll have a little competition. Sounds good?â
âSounds great,â Jullianna replied, forcing another smile.
When lunch finally came to an end, Jullianna excused herself, retreating back to the bedroom under the guise of âfreshening up.â But in truth, she needed a moment to collect herself. Her nerves were already frayed, but reminded herself that she had survived switching places with Sofia and meeting Fernando. Surely, she could survive a few laps in a kart. What is the worst thing that could happen?
The car hummed softly as it sped through the quiet streets on its way to the airport. Fernando was in the driverâs seat, hands casually resting on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing in the rear view mirror to check on Alejandra and Jullianna, who were sitting in the back. Alejandra, always chatty, was in the middle of telling a story about one of her family members.
Jullianna, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. She tried really hard to focus on Alejandraâs stories, nodding at the right moments and forcing a polite smile, but her mind was elsewhere. Earlier this day, Jullianna had managed to sneak in a quick call with Sofia, desperate for guidance.
âYou forgot to prep me about karting!â Jullianna had whispered urgently into the phone, pacing back and forth in Sofiaâs bedroom.
Sofiaâs voice on the other end had been rushed. âIâm so sorry! I didnât think it would come up this soon. Okay, okay, listen carefully.â
What followed was a rapid-fire explanation about how to operate a kart. Sofia rattle off terms like throttle, apex, and breaking zones, leaving Jullianna guessing and more confused than ever.
âWait, whatâs an apex?â Jullianna interrupted, voice tinged with panic.
âItâsâugh, itâs the inside curve of a corner where you need to turn. Just remember to break before you get to it, then accelerate out. Thatâs the basic idea.â
âWell thatâs not basic at all, Sofia!â Jullianna hissed, glancing nervously towards the door to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
Sofia sighed. âYouâll be fine! Just take it slow, follow papĂĄâs lead, and donât overthink it.â
Before Jullianna could protest any further, Sofia had abruptly said, âI gotta go! Dinner plans withâuh, never mind. Youâll do great, I promise!â then she hung up, leaving Jullianna staring at her phone in utter disbelief.
Now, sitting in the car, Jullianna groaned internally. She leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes in frustration. Thanks a lot, Sofia.
The rhythmic motion of the car and the faint hum of the engine eventually pulled her into a light doze. She figured an hour of sleep might help her reset, at least mentally.
Meanwhile, Fernando glanced in the rear view mirror, noticing Jullianna was resting against the window, face soft and peaceful in sleep. He smiled to himself, feeling a rare sense of contentment. It was not often they had uninterrupted time together, and he was really looking forward to the afternoon ahead.
As they neared the airport, Fernando lowered the volume of the music playing softly in the background. Alejandra, always the attentive one, leaned forward and whispered, âshould we wake her?â
Fernando shook his head. âLet her sleep. She must still be tired, Iâll wake her when weâre boarding.â
The plane landed smoothly on the Asturias runway, the soft jolt waking Jullianna briefly before she drifted off to sleep again, only to be gently shaken awake by Fernando once they had fully disembarked.
âVamos, SofĂa, weâve landed,â Fernando said softly, his voice a mix of excitement.
Jullianna blinked groggily, taking a moment to orient herself as she was ushered off the plane. The bright daylight of Asturias was a stark contrast to the dim interior of the cabin, and she shielded her eyes with her hand. From the plane, all of them moved seamlessly into a car that was waiting for them on the tarmac. The driver greeted Fernando warmly, and once everyone was settled, the drive to Llanera began.
The drive was peaceful and scenic, the lush greenery of Asturias that was surrounding them can be seen, looking like it came straight out of a painting. Jullianna was seated at the backseat, trying to appear calm despite the nervous energy bubbling beneath the surface. Fernando, sitting in the front, chatted with the driver in rapid Spanish, leaving Jullianna to her thoughts.
It wasnât until they pulled into the gates of Fernandoâs karting circuit that Julliannaâs attention snapped to the present. Her jaw dropped as she took in the sheer size of the whole place. It was not just a track, it was an entire complex. The main building loomed impressively, with sleek modern architecture that felt welcoming yet very professional.
âWowâŠâ Jullianna murmured under her breath, wide eyes betraying her awe.
Fernando turned around to glance at her, a smile tugging at his lips. âYou like it, princesa? It was remodeled while you were away for summer camp. A little piece of home here Asturias.â
Jullianna nodded, unsure of what to say. Little? This is anything but little! As they all stepped out of the car, a group of staff members approached to greet Fernando, their faces lighting up with genuine enthusiasm.
âAh! Buenos dĂas, boss!â one of them said, before their gaze shifted towards Jullianna. âHola, SofĂa! Been a long time, huh?â
She smiled politely, nodding at them. âHola!â she replied, voice steady despite the sudden knot in her stomach.
Jullianna could tell they assumed she was Sofia. Their warm, familiar greetings made her feel both welcomed and uneasyâuneasy because what if one of them picked up on something off? But she forced herself to focus, mirroring the relaxed but confident demeanor she had observed in Sofia during their time at camp. Once the greetings were out of the way, Fernando gestured for her to follow him inside.
âI had the track closed for today,â he explained casually. âJust for us, no interruptions.â
The weight of Fernandoâs words hit her. No interruptions. No distractions. Just me and papĂĄ. The idea should have been comforting, but instead, it magnified her anxiety. Inside, a staff member handed Fernando a black bag, which he opened to reveal a pristine racing suit. He then handed it to Jullianna with a proud smile.
âHere mi vida. Go change, the fun starts soon.â
Jullianna took the suit gingerly, its fabric heavier than she had expected. âWhere should I, uh, change?â
Fernando pointed toward a nearby hallway. âSecond door on the left. Youâll see the sign.â
Nodding, she turned and walked towards the changing room. Thankfully, she found it on the first try. When she opened the door, Jullianna was greeted by a spacious and clean room, with a row of lockers lining one wall with a long mirror on the other. Jullianna held up the racing suit, inspecting it like it was some kind of puzzleâzippers, straps, and padding made it all look more complex than it probably was, and she just sighed deeply.
âCalm down, Jullianna. Calm down.â she muttered to herself as she set the suit down on a nearby bench. âThis is fine, okay? Totally fine.â she then pulled out her phone and opened youtube.
How to wear a racing suit. Jullianna quickly typed it into the search bar, scrolling through the results until she found a decent oneâa step-by-step tutorial. The video began, and she started to follow along, pausing frequently to ensure she doesnât miss anything. She slipped one leg in, then the other, zipping up the suit carefully.
âOkay, alrightâŠnot too shabby. I think I can be a racer someday, huh,â she murmured, smoothing down the fabric in front of the mirror. âOh who am I even kidding?â
The gloves and boots were next, and Jullianna paused the video again to double check everything if she had put them on correctly. By the time she finished, she was feeling a mix of relief and pride. I did it. To be sure with everything, she turned back to the mirror again, doing a quick once-over. The suit fits perfectly, hugging her frame without being restrictive.
âAnd one last thingâŠâ she clicked on another video, this time, it was titled karting for beginners. The tips were pretty basicâhow to start, use the pedals, and steer, but even those felt overwhelming.
âThe things that I go through.â Jullianna grumbled under her breath, closing the youtube app.
Satisfied that she was at least presentable, Jullianna took one last deep breath, patting her own shoulder, and whispered, âgood luck and donât die.â
Jullianna stepped onto the track, the warm afternoon now casting long shadows over the asphalt. Fernando stood nearby, adjusting his gloves, excitement unmistakable as he began to explain the basics of karting.
âAlright, SofĂ, I know itâs been a while since you last karted, but youâll pick it up quickly,â he said, voice light and encouraging. âItâs like riding a bikeâyou donât forget.â
She nodded, forcing a confident smile. âYeahâŠjust like riding a bike,â she repeated, though her nerves were humming.
Fernando led her to the kart she would be driving. âI brought out your own kart, and checked it.â he said, patting the side affectionately.
As Fernando explained the controls, Jullianna focused intently, trying to absorb every word as much as possible. âI know itâs been a while, but just a refresher, this pedal is for the gas, this one for the break, and your grip should always be at nine oâclock and three oâclock. Always ease into the throttleâdonât slam it, and when youâre cornering, donât break too hard, just enough to control the speed.â
âYes, papĂĄ, donât worry. I got it. Itâs not like itâs my first time driving a kart,â she said, chuckling nervously as her heart was beating rapidly.
Fernando crouched beside Julliannaâs kart, inspecting it one last time. âIâll go easy on you first,â he teased, flashing her a grin. âBut donât expect me to let you win that easily.â
Jullianna chuckled again, still nervous, as she climbed into the kart. She adjusted the seat and gripped the steering wheel, hand slightly getting all clammy. Fernando handed her a helmet, which she slipped on carefully, ensuring it fits snugly.
âReady to beat your old man?â he asked, stepping back.
âReady!â Jullianna replied, voice muffled by the helmet.
Fernando climbed into his own kart, matching the ones Jullianna was on, and started the engine with practiced ease. Jullianna followed his lead, turning on the power and feeling a thrill as the engine roared to life beneath her.
âFollow me for a few laps,â Fernando instructed over the headset built into their helmets. âGet a feel first of the track, and then weâll race.â
Jullianna nodded, gripping the steering wheel tighter as she eased onto the track behind him. The kart felt different than she expectedâlighter, faster, more responsive. Of course she wobbled slightly on the first corner, foot instinctively slamming on the brakes.
âEasy on the break,â Fernandoâs voice came through, calm and steady. âLet the kart flow through the corner.â
âRight,â Jullianna muttered, adjusting her grip. She tried again, this time pressing the brakes more gently and allowing the kart to glide smoothly.
After a few laps around the track, Jullianna began to relax. The initial awkwardness fading as she found her rhythm, her confidence building with each turn. The sensation of speed was exhilarating, with the kart zipping along the track like an extension of her own body.
âGood job, SofĂ!â Fernando praised. âYouâre getting it.â
Jullianna couldnât help but smile under her helmet. She admitted that she was really enjoying herself. Once Fernando was satisfied with her progress, he pulled over to the side of the track and gestured to her to do the same.
âAlright, now for the fun part,â he said, eyes twinkling with mischief.
âWhatâs that?â Jullianna asked, even if she already knew the answer.
âThe race,â Fernando replied with a grin. âWeâll do three laps, and the winner gets bragging rights.â
âBragging rights?â she echoed, laughing.
âTrust me, theyâre worth it.â he replied. They both lined up at the starting line, with Fernando counting them off. âThree, two, one, go!â
Jullianna floored the gas pedal, the kart surging forward. Fernando quickly took the lead, as expected, with his kart weaving effortlessly through the first series of turns. Jullianna followed close behind, determined not to fall too far behind. She focused on her technique, remembering Fernandoâs earlier advice. Brake gently, accelerate smoothly, and stay on the racing line. Then, by the second lap, she was gaining on Fernando, and he was clearly impressed.
She laughed, her nerves melting away in the heat of the competition. Jullianna took the next corner perfectly, closing the gap between them. On the final lap, she saw an opening on the inside of a tight turn. Summoning all of her courage, she took the risk, slipping past Fernando with a bold move. With the finish line just up ahead, Jullianna pushed the kart to its limit, crossing first by a fraction of a second.
As Jullianna rolled to a stop, she pulled off her helmet, cheeks flushed and heart racing. Fernando parked beside her, laughing as he removed his own helmet.
âWell done, mi vida! Canât believe you beat your old man!â Fernando exclaimed, pride evident.
Jullianna grinned, trying to catch her breath. âI had a good teacher.â
Fernando just laughed at her reply, and pulled her into a quick hug. âThat was impressive. Iâll have to step up my game next time, eh?â
Jullianna felt really proud of her accomplishment. She had managed to hold her own, and for a brief moment, she forgot all about her nerves and the pressure of pretending to be Sofia. For now, she was just a girl spending time and having fun with her father.
After the race, it had been decided to take a rest for a while, and now, Jullianna is currently crouched next to the kart, nodding along as Fernando patiently explained the mechanics of the engine. He was animated, gesturing as he described how the karts power translated to see its speed, his enthusiasm contagious.
âYou see this part here? This regulates the throttle response,â he said, tapping the side of the kart with a wrench.
Jullianna nodded again, her focus intense. âOkay, got it,â she murmured.
Her mind was still processing the earlier laps and how much she had actually enjoyed the experience. But just as Fernando leaned in to point out another detail, a high pitched shriek shattered the air, causing both Jullianna and Fernando to freeze. They exchanged confused glances before turning toward the source of the commotionâa young woman. She ran towards them at full speed, her excitement evident.
âÂĄFernando! EstĂĄs aquĂ!â she squealed, voice shrill as she closed the distance.
Before Fernando could react, the woman threw herself into his arms, wrapping them around his neck and planting kisses all over her face. Fernando looked momentarily startled before managing a polite laugh, gently easing the woman off of him.
âStephanie,â he said, tone a mix of surprise and mild discomfort.
Jullianna blinked, mouth slightly agape as she watched the whole scene unfold, processing everything even. The womanâStephanie, looked young, probably a few years older than herself, with long, perfectly styled hair, and an outfit that screamed designer labels, which were all common brands but would not see you wearing. Jullianna could immediately sense the tension in the air, especially when she caught a glimpse of Alejandra standing off to the side, expression cold and disapproving.
Stephanie had finally decided to step back, with her hands lingering on Fernandoâs arm as she beamed up at him. âI had no idea youâd be here today! You didnât tell me you were coming home!â she exclaimed, tone overly sweet to Julliannaâs liking.
âI wasnât planning to,â Fernando replied with a small chuckle, stepping subtly away from her. âThis was a last minute decision.â
Stephanieâs gaze shifted to Jullianna, her smile widening in a way that made Julliannaâs stomach churn. âAnd whoâs this cute little girl?â she asked, voice dripping with curiosity.
Fernando turned to Jullianna, placing a hand on her shoulder. âThis is SofĂa,â he said proudly. âMy daughter.â
âÂĄAy dios mĂo!â Stephanieâs eyes widened in an exaggerated display of delight. âIâve heard so much about you!â she gushed, stepping forward and extending a hand.
Jullianna forced a polite smile, shaking Stephanieâs hand briefly. âNice to meet you,â she said, voice carefully neutral.
âYou donât know how much Iâve been wanting to meet you,â Stephanie continued, words spilling out in rapid succession. âFernando talks about you all the time! I wanted to visit you this summer, but you were at camp, andâoh, youâre even gorgeous in person!â
Yeah, bet you did do that. Thanks for the compliment, I totally got it from both papĂĄ and mamĂĄ, but mostly mamĂĄ.
âThanks,â Jullianna said simply, overwhelmed by the onslaught of words and overly saccharine tone. At this point, she doesnât trust herself to say more.
As Stephanie continued to chatter, Jullianna glanced at Fernando, who looked slightly uncomfortable, and then at Alejandra, who stood with her arms crossed, her disapproval practically radiating.
âSo, what are you two doing here? A little father and daughter bonding time?â Stephanie asked, eyes farting between them.
What do you think, Cruella?
âYes,â Jullianna replied quickly, tone more firmer than she intended. âPapĂĄ and I are spending time together.â
âQuĂ© lindo!â Stephanie cooed, completely ignoring the slight edge on Julliannaâs voice.
Stephanie turned back to Fernando, launching into a story about something that happened while he was away. Jullianna could feel her own patience wearing thin. The day had been going so well, and now, this womanâstranger, had swooped in and disrupted everything. She tried to tune out Stephanieâs really annoying voice, but the exaggerated laughter and overly familiar gestures were grating on her.
Finally, Jullianna couldnât take anymore of it. She took a step back, clearing her throat. âExcuse me,â she said, tone polite but curt. âI need a moment.â
Fernando looked at her with mild concern. âSofĂ, are you okay mi vida?â
âIâm fine,â she said quickly, forcing a small smile. âJust need some air.â
Without waiting for any response from Fernando, Jullianna turned and walked away, heading towards the quieter edge of the circuit. Despite walking farther away from them, she could still hear Stephanieâs annoying voice in the background, but it all soon faded as Jullianna put distance between herself and the group.
Upon reaching a shaded spot near a row of trees, Jullianna let out a deep sigh, sat down criss crossed and arms folded to her chest, and leaned back on the tree. The frustration bubbled inside her. This day was supposed to be about her and Fernando, a rare chance to bond with her papĂĄ, and now it felt like she was competing for his own fatherâs attention.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke her thoughts. Turning her head slightly, Jullianna saw Alejandra making her way over, her expression was soft but tinged with concern. Alejandra stopped beside her, tilting her head to study her closely.
âÂżEstĂĄs bien, SofĂ?â Alejandra asked, voice gentle.
Jullianna hesitated, glancing back towards the circuit where Fernando and Stephanieâs figures were still visible in the distance.
âI donât know,â she muttered, word slipping out before she could stop them. She sighed heavily, deciding to just let it all out. âActually, no. Iâm not okay.â
Alejandraâs brows furrowed. âIs it Stephanie?â
She nodded, voice growing more animated as she began to explain. âShe justâŠshe just ruined everything. This was supposed to be papĂĄ and Iâs day, and then that woman shows up out of nowhere, clinging to papĂĄ like some leech, acting like she owns the place. I donât even know who she is in our lives, but I can tell that sheâs not even genuine.â
Alejandra nodded slowly, lips pressing into a thin line. âI thought you might feel this way,â she said quietly. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath.
âStephanie,â Alejandra started, âis someone your papĂĄ met at a charity gala a few months ago. She was very persistent, made sure to stay in his orbit, always showing up where she was. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but it became clear to me that she was doing all of it on purpose.â
Julliannaâs eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her crossed arms.
âShe began to visit the house not long after. Always unannounced, always with some excuse. She claimed she wanted to get to know the family better, but I could see through her act,â Alejandra continued, tone growing sharper. âSheâs very good at pretending to be sweet, but underneath all that makeup and designer clothesâŠEstĂĄ podrida hasta el fondo, mi chica. A manipulative woman who only cares about herself.â
Julliannaâs jaw clenched as Alejandraâs words sank in. âDoes papĂĄ even know all about this?â she asked carefully, though a part of her already suspected the answer.
Alejandra shrugged, shaking her head. âYour papĂĄâs not blind, but he can be too trusting. That woman really does know how to pull someone in, but I see right through her. Sheâs only after what she can gain from being with your papĂĄâmoney, status, connections. Todo eso. Your papĂĄ is a kind man, but that makes him vulnerable to people like Stephanie.â
Jullianna blinked, she was stunned into silence. Her mind raced with questions, but one thing Alejandra said suddenly clicked in her brain. âWait a minute. Alejandra, how old is she?â
Alejandra hesitated before answering. âVeintiocho,â she said, tone casual, as if trying to downplay it.
âWhat?!â Julliannaâs reaction was immediate, her voice was loud enough to make a few nearby birds flutter away. âThat woman is twenty-eight?! Sheâs old enough to be my sister!â
âYes, exactly.â Alejandra couldnât help but smirk at Julliannaâs sudden outburst. âAnd she behaves like a spoiled child, thatâs why I donât trust her. Everything about her is calculated, from her clothes to the way she speaks. Esa mujer sabe jugar el juego.â
Jullianna felt her blood boiling now, anger mixing with her earlier disappointment. âAnd sheâs been coming here? While I was at camp?â
Alejandra nodded again, folding her arms. âAlmost every week. She claimed it was to âsupportâ your father, but I know better. That woman wants to attach herself to everything, and sheâs made it clear sheâll do whatever it takes.â
Jullianna then looked back towards the circuit, where Stephanie was now all over Fernando, laughing at something her papĂĄ had said. The sight made her stomach churn.
âI canât believe this,â she muttered, voice tight with frustration. âTodo el dĂa estĂĄ arruinado. I donât even want to be here anymore.â
âI know itâs frustrating, mi niña,â Alejandra placed a reassuring hand on Julliannaâs shoulder. âBut donât let her ruin your time with your papĂĄ. That woman thrives on attention, if you ignore her and focus on what matters, sheâs defenseless against you.â
Jullianna nodded slowly, though her anger and disappointment still burned in her chest. She looked back at the circuit, her mood now completely soured.
âI just want to go home,â she muttered. âIâm done with today.â
Alejandra sighed, giving Julliannaâs shoulder a gentle squeeze. âCome on, letâs head back. Necesitas descansar. Donât worry about her, cariño. Sheâs not worth your energy.â
The journey back to their home in Madrid was subdued, the tension almost palpable in the air. Jullianna sat in the backseat, her face turned toward the window as the evening sun cast streaks of orange and gold across the countryside. Fernando glanced at her through the rearview mirror a few times, concern etched on his face, but he chose not to push it. Julliannaâs silence spoke volumes, and he didnât want to risk saying something that might upset her further.
Alejandra, who was seated beside Jullianna, kept her eyes at the window, hands folded neatly on her lap. She had already decided that this was something Jullianna needed to process on her own. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Fernando parked the car and turned to Jullianna.
âSofia, we were supposed to visit your abuelo and abuela today, but maybe we can do it some other time, sĂ?â his voice was soft, almost tentative.
Jullianna just gave Fernando a small nod, gaze still fixed on the floor of the car as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She then murmured, âokay,â before slipping out of the car and heading towards the house, with Fernando and Alejandra following suit.
Fernando sighed as he watched Julliannaâs retreating figure. âÂżQuĂ© le pasa?â he asked, turning to Alejandra. âShe was fine earlier. Did something happen that I didnât see?â
Alejandra hesitated, feigning ignorance. âIâm not sure, Fernando. Maybe sheâs just tired, you know how moody teenagers can beâmoods change so quickly. Give her some time, Iâm sure sheâll feel better by tomorrow.â
Fernando nodded, though his worry didnât dissipate. âMaybe I pushed her too much today,â he said, almost to himself. âIt was supposed to be fun, butâŠâ
âNo, no, tranquilo,â Alejandra interjected, tone firm but kind. âThis isnât your fault. She just needs space right now, donât overthink it.â
He ran a hand through his hair, brows furrowed. âI hate seeing her like this. She was smiling earlier, laughing even. NowâŠâ he trailed off, shaking his head.
Alejandra offered him a reassuring smile. âSheâll be okay, Fernando. Trust me. DĂ©jala descansar esta noche, Âżde acuerdo?â
As Alejandra turned to leave, Fernando called after her. âWait, Alejandra, I wonât be home tomorrow. I have some things to take care of, but Iâll be back by the evening.â
Alejandra nodded. âAlright. Iâll take care of things here, donât worry.â
âAndâŠâ Fernando hesitated for a moment. âCan you cook Sofiaâs favorite meal tomorrow for breakfast? Maybe that will cheer her up a bit.â
She smiled. âPor supuesto, consideralo hecho.â
Fernando sighed, leaning back against the wall as Alejandra left the room. Despite her reassurances, a pang of guilt still lingered in his chest.
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns across the bedroom walls as Jullianna slowly blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, cocooned in the quiet of the house. The event of yesterday lingered in her mind, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest. She groaned softly, pulling the blanket over her head.
A sharp knock at the door startled her. âSofia,â Alejandraâs voice called out, light but firm. âBreakfast is ready. Come down soon, okay?â
Jullianna exhaled deeply and sat up, the blanket falling to her lap. She stretched, joints cracking softly in the stillness. After taking a few moments to gather herself, she slipped out of bed and padded over the door.
When she got down, the house was quiet, eerily so, as she made her way downstairs. The faint aroma of freshly toasted bread and coffee drifted from the kitchen. Jullianna noticed Fernandoâs absence immediately and glanced at Alejandra, who was tidying the kitchen counters.
âAlejandra, whereâs papĂĄ?â she asked, voice soft.
Alejandra turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel. âHe left early this morning. Said he had something important to take care of, but heâll be back by evening.â
Jullianna just nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to the table. The breakfast spread was simple yet invitingâfresh bread, tortilla española, slices of jamĂłn, pan con tomate, and a small dish of olives. It was distinctly Spanish, and Jullianna assumed that it was all Sofiaâs favorite. She sat down without a word, her stomach grumbling faintly.
As she began to eat, she glanced at Alejandra. âArenât you going to eat?â
Alejandra shook her head with a small smile. âIâve already had my breakfast, chica. This is all for you.â
Jullianna nodded again, her focus returning to her plate. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the gentle clinking of pans as Alejandra washed up. Then, after breakfast, Jullianna decided she needed a distraction, something to clear her head. So she went back to her room and rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out a simple one-piece swimsuit. Over it, she threw on an oversized shirt that fell past her thighs, providing just enough coverage to make her comfortable.
The pool had been a quiet haven during her stay, and she hoped for the same serenity this time. As she descended the stairs, her mood soured instantly. Stephanie was in the living room. She was perched on the edge of a plush armchair, scrolling through her phone, legs crossed elegantly. The sound of her clicking heels on the floor must have been what Jullianna heard earlier.
Alejandra, who was arranging some magazines on the coffee table, caught Julliannaâs eye and gave her a look, one that said, I donât know why sheâs here, I didnât invite her. Jullianna sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. Stephanie, of course, noticed her immediately and squealed in delight.
âÂĄSofĂa!â Stephanie practically jumped out of the armchair, her excitement so exaggerated that Jullianna instinctively covered her ears. âOh my goodness, I was hoping Iâd run into you!â
Jullianna fought all of her urges to roll her eyes. Instead, she forced a polite smile. âIf youâre here for papĂĄ, youâre out of luck,â she said, tone flat. âPapĂĄ wonât be home until this evening.â
Stephanie blinked, her smile faltering slightly. âOh, well, I didnât know that.â she quickly recovered, brushing a strand of perfectly styled hair behind her ear. âBut thatâs fine! I can wait. We can hangout, just the two of us for the meantime.â
Jullianna froze for a split second, Stephanieâs words sending a chill down her spine. âJe vais laisser tomber,â she muttered quietly under her breath, turning on her heel and heading for the pool.
Behind her, she heard the unmistakable sound of clicking heels. Jullianna groaned inwardly as she realized Stephanie was following her. She stopped abruptly at the door leading to the pool, turning to face the woman.
âWhat are you doing?â Jullianna questioned, trying not to sound snappy.
Stephanie gave her a puzzled look. âIâm coming with you, of course! Itâll be so fun! We can sunbathe, maybe take some selfies.â
Jullianna stared at her for a long moment before sighing heavily. âSure,â she said finally, tone dripping with sarcasm. âFun.â
Without waiting for a response, she pushed open the door and stepped outside, the warm sun hitting her face. The pool glistened invitingly, but the thought of spending even a second more with Stephanie was enough to sap any excitement she had felt earlier.
âAy dios mĂo,â Jullianna muttered to herself as she still heard Stephanieâs heels clicking against the patio. âLa journĂ©e va ĂȘtre longue.â
Jullianna placed her towel neatly on one of the sun beds, the fabric a stark white against the bright blue of the pool tiles. She adjusted it carefully, ensuring no corner was left out of place, before tugging off the oversized shirt she wore over her swimsuit. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Stephanie perched on a nearby sun bed, watching her with curious intensity that made Julliannaâs skin crawl.
With deliberate calm, Jullianna folded her shirt and set it next to her towel, ignoring the scrutiny. Without a word, she walked to the edge of the pool, took a quick breath, and leapt in, her body slicing through the water before surfacing with an intentionally big splash. The spray of cool water arched through the air, some of it landing on Stephanie, who let out an exaggerated squeal.
âÂĄAy!â Stephanie cried, jerking backward as though she had been doused with a bucket of water. She reached for a towel, dabbing delicately at her face and arms.
Jullianna resurfaced, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes and blinking innocently. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry!â she said, voice dripping with mock concern. âI didnât mean to splash you, Steph.â
Stephanie glanced at her, the corners of her mouth pulled into a strained smile. âItâs okay, cariño,â she said, though her tight grip on the towel showed her irritation. âReally.â
Jullianna suppressed a smirk, knowing full well that Stephanie was seething because one of her designer clothes was splashed with water. With a nonchalant shrug, she swam towards one of the floaties bobbing near the middle of the pool. She grabbed it, resting her arms on the inflatable surface as she turned to face Stephanie.
Stephanie had settled back on her sun bed, legs crossed elegantly as she faced Jullianna directly. Her eyes scanned Jullianna for a moment before she began to speak.
âSo, Fernando had told me so much about you,â Stephanie said, tone saccharine. âI had no idea how close you two were.â
Jullianna raised a brow, tilting her head slightly as she tread water. âWell,â she said, a faint smile playing on her lips, âthatâs because weâre each otherâs halves.â
Stephanie blinked, caught off guard by the response, but quickly recovered. She leaned forward, clasping her hands together. âThatâs sweet,â she said. âI mean, itâs obvious how much he loves you. He talks about you all the time.â
Jullianna hummed, the sound of it almost dismissive. She rested her chin on the floatie, watching Stephanie with a calm that belied her irritation. Stephanieâs gaze flickered briefly, confidence faltering for a moment before she plastered on another smile.
âActually,â she began, tone light, âwhile you were away at camp, your papĂĄ took me karting. It was so much fun, andâwell, I hope you donât mind, but he let me use your kart.â
The faintest flicker of annoyance flashed across Julliannaâs face, but she quickly masked it. âOh, thatâs fine,â she said breezily, waving a hand in the water. âItâs pretty normal for him to let someone ride my kart.â
Stephanie smiled, seemingly appeased, but Jullianna was not done. She let her lips curl into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âYouâre actually number twenty-nine on his list, you know.â
âWhatâŠlist?â her smile faltered.
âOh, you didnât know?â Jullianna said, feigning surprise. She propped herself up on the floatie, her tone conspiratorial. âItâs just this thing papĂĄ does. Whenever someone new comes into his life, he always takes them to his circuit. Itâs kind of his way of testing people, I guess. There was Paula before you, and then Francesca before herâŠhonestly, Iâve lost track of the names. But if Iâm not mistaken, youâre number twenty-nine, and twenty-nine is a lucky number.â
Stephanie stared at her, expressing a mix of confusion and growing irritation. âIâŠdidnât realize,â she said slowly, voice tight.
âYeah, itâs just one of his quirks. I guess he really likes seeing how people handle themselves at the circuit, well in life, generally. Some do great, othersâŠnot so much.â Jullianna shrugged, pushing off the floatie and swimming lazily towards the poolâs edge. âIâm sure youâve made your mark since papĂĄ decided to keep you around. But I always say, itâs none of my business if a man his age wants to make a fool out of himself. Although, maybe heâs changed and youâre the real thing, Steph.â
Pulling herself out of the pool, Jullianna stood, water dripping from her as she grabbed her own towel. She dried herself off slowly, the teasing smile never leaving her face as she glanced back at Stephanie.
âOh, one more thing, Steph,â Jullianna said casually as she flung the towel over her shoulder. âIf youâre planning on being with him in the long run, youâll have to try a little harder. PapĂĄâs got a pretty high standard when it comes to people he lets stick around.â
Stephanieâs mouth opened slightly, as though she wanted to respond, but Jullianna didnât give her the chance.
âWell, it has been a pleasure meeting you, but Iâve got some things to do,â Jullianna said, turning towards the house. âEnjoy the pool, Steph. Itâs all yours. Toodles!â
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No One Needs to Know

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google
Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: little drinking, smooches, fluff, maybe a swear word or two
Word Count: 1.6K-ish
Summary: Takes place before Billy and Reader get together, when theyâre still crushing on each other and one scene in present day
A/N: Part of the Sweetest Pain Series. Iâll leave the rest of the series linked HERE so I heard the song No One Needs to Know by Shania Twain last week and it just reminded me of this series and sparked this little idea. Iâll link the song at the end.
As always, thank you for reading! Â I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Donât be shy to tell me your favorite part. đđđ
Billy didnât know.
He had no idea that every time he touched you, every cell in your body tingled from the top of your head, all the way down to your toes and the hair on the back of your neck would stand up.
But he was your tattoo artist, he was supposed to touch you, he was supposed to rest his long talented fingers on your warm soft skin as he drew permanent works of art on you for everyone to see, but you werenât supposed to be turned on by it. The needle gently scratching the surface of your skin for hours, although painful at times, was the best kind of pain and it kept you going back for more.
The growing ache between your thighs, the butterflies in your stomach, and the goosebumps that peppered your skinâŠall of them were not supposed to happen. Billyâs clean familiar smell of green soap was not supposed to be one of your favorite smells in the world but it was.
Impure thoughts of âWhat else are those fingers good at besides art?â or âI wonder what itâs like to fuck in the tattoo chair?â raced through your mind almost daily.
A couple of days before your appointments, your heart would begin to beat just a little bit faster than normal, youâd catch yourself daydreaming and smiling for no reason thinking about Billy. You would replay some of your past appointments in your head, how gentle he was drawing little circles on your skin with the petroleum jelly before pressing the needle to your skin, how cool the sharpie felt at first when he needed to free hand some of the flowers on your arm, and how the warm air that escaped his lips moved across your shoulder when he was trying to get the stencil to dry quickly.
All of these thoughts and memories made you question whether or not what you felt for Billy was just a crush orâŠwere you in love with him. Above everything else, the two of you were friends and you didnât want to ruin the friendship by telling him how you felt if he didnât feel the same way about you.
It was even difficult to tell your friends what you were feeling for Billy because of his reputation around town of being a womanizer and never having a serious relationship so you never even told them you had a crush on Billy.
They learned how you really felt about him during a karaoke session where you were a little bit tipsy on one of your girlsâ nights. You sang Shania Twainâs No One Needs to Know. They figured it out pretty quickly after that. Just as Billy told you he had a secret love of 80âs hair metal, 90âs country was your guilty pleasure. Ever since you had walked into his shop, you had that song playing in heavy rotation.
Am I dreaminâ or stupid?
I think Iâve been hit by cupid
But no one needs to know right now
I met a tall, dark and handsome man
And Iâve been busy makinâ big plans
But no one needs to know right now
I got my heart set, my feet wet
But he donât even know it yet
But no one needs to know right now
Iâll tell him someday some way somehow
But Iâm gonna keep it a secret for now
âIs that song about anyone in particular, y/n?â Your friend Danielle asked.
Her question took you by surprise because you thought you were doing a good job of hiding the fact that you were crushing hard on your tattoo artist, so you just shook your head nonchalantly.
âCome on, you can tell us. Weâre your best friends!â Said Jessie, excitedly.
Danielle pondered for a minute and then asked, âWell what if we guessed who it is? Would you tell us yes or no?â
What harm could come from them guessing? You were really sure that they had no idea you had a crush on Billy.
âSure. If you guess, Iâll tell you yes or no.â You said.
Both of them were deep in thought before Danielle asked, âWhat about that dude from work? The one that always comes into your cube to talk.â
You closed your eyes briefly and shook your head.
Jessie had the next guess.
âOr the guy from the gym that always asks you to spot him?â She asked.
You replied with a slightly sinister smile. âNope! Not him either.â
âWell, shitâŠwho could it be?â Danielle asked in a frustrated tone.
You could almost see the lightbulb appear over Jessieâs head when a wide smiled stretched across her lips and her eyes lit up with excitement when she said, âI got it! Ya know how she is always ridiculously happy after sheâs done at the tattoo shop?!â
Danielleâs eyes widened and started pointing.
âOh my god, she has a crush on her tattoo artist!!â Exclaimed Danielle.
Jessie gasped then replied, âI think you might be right!â
The two of them held their breath as they waited for you to reply.
You didnât want to keep it a secret anymore. âYes, alright. I have a HUGE crush on Billy, ok. And I know you guys are gonna tell me heâs always out with different women but weâre friends, we always talk and laugh when Iâm at the shop. Itâs just easy with him and I justâŠI just really like him, ok?â
Your friends looked at you fondly like they knew you were really in love with him and no matter how badly they wanted to tease you about it, they just couldnât bring themselves to do it. They just wanted you to be happy.
Danielle worked at a bar that Billy frequented and she then told you something that surprised you.
âYa know since heâs been tattooing you, he hasnât been to the barâŠat all. Well, maybe a handful of times with Frank but he always leaves alone.â She said with a friendly smile, moving a stray hair away from your eyes.
I want bells to ring, a choir to sing
The white dress, the guests, the cake, the car, the whole darn thing
But no one needs to know right now
Iâll tell him someday some way somehow
But Iâm gonna keep it a secret for now
Weâll have a little girl, a little boy
A little Benji we call Leroy
But no one needs to know right now
âHe hasnât? Heâs been tattooing me for six years!â You asked with a hitch in your voice.
She shook her head slowly. âNoâŠI even asked about the nights Iâm not there. Maybe you should tell him how you feel. He could feel the same way you do, ya know.â
âI have another appointment in a few days.â You said nervously.
Jessie looked at Danielle then looked back at you and said, âI think itâs time to tell him. He really could be the oneâŠand Iâm just gonna throw this out there, you guys would have beautiful babies.â
The three of you laughed, hugged and enjoyed the rest of the night but it didnât make you any less nervous about telling Billy how you really felt about him.
You really hoped he felt the same way.
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âAnd I did feel the same way.â Said Billy, as he kissed the top of your head.
As you kissed him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard gently tickled your lips and your mouth split into a smile. Billy had also been nervous about telling you how he felt about you because he was scared to fall in love, scared that if he finally let his guard down that you would leave and never come backâŠjust like his mother had done.
Falling in love would just be another curse, leading to more pain and self-loathing because he thought he didnât deserve love.
Thatâs why he never had long term relationships. If he never got attached, theyâd never have a chance to leave and he wouldnât consider himself weak. But you were different. You were everything he had ever wanted, someone who could make him laugh, someone he could open up to, and someone who accepted him for who he really was. Billy Russo was finally happy because of you, his little firecracker.
âWe had beautiful babies too.â You said with a warm smile.
Billy captured your lips with his, your smiles chasing each other in between kisses, and he gazed at you with his endless brown eyes like he hadnât seen you in a week. With that million-dollar smile and a wink, he pulled you flush against his chest and said, âWell, you know what we have to get now, right sweet girl?â
Confused, you pulled away slightly and asked, âWhatâs that, baby?â
âA little Benji we call Leroy.â Billy sang softly to you in your ear.
As a wide smile stretched across your lips, his long slender fingers reached for the hem of your shirt then brushed the soft skin of your stomach as he leaned in until his lips were on yours once again.
From the very first time Billy kissed you, it felt like his kisses were meant to be all for you, like the ones that came before you never existed and heâd be the first one to tell you that none of them mattered to himâŠat all.
Billy had wanted you all along and he wanted everyone to knowâŠright now.
And Iâm not lonely anymore at night
And he donât know that only he can make it right
Iâm not dreaminâ or stupid
But boy have I been hit by cupid
And no one needs to know right now
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Thanks for the tag @masterwords & @eldrai, IDK how to do these so i did the old person thing and copy/pasted lol.
last song: before you snap by Yonderboi
favorite color: Green
currently watching: Criminal Minds when i need to work, write or sleep (lol), Young Royals when i feel like learning more Swedish, and call the midwife, always. parks and recreation smattered in there to remind me i have work in the morning.
last movie: Catch Me if You Can. baby bad boy Leo and FBI agent Tom talking about unsubs, puleaseee, it is perfect.
currently reading: .... can we not say fanfic? all i read is fanfic or advertising copy anymore. so much for my English major. if i had time to delve into a book again, it would be, without shame, Pride and Prejudice. because fuck it, I fucking love Jane Austen and it's been too long. I need to go to the damn beach.
sweet/spicy/savory: spicy/savory. i don't do sweet. unless it's winter and it's a really delicious cinnamon treat, like monkey bread on a Monday snow day or sweet cream my mom left behind in the fridge after a frigid visit.
relationship status: partnered for eleven years this October. it's been a ride. he's snoring at the foot of the bed right now. and no, he's not a dog. he just likes the foot of the bed. probably covered in fiberglass shards.
current obsession: hah. the same one i found Winter of 2021, coming down from long COVID while fighting back against poverty. writing silly CM fanfic and subtly attacking the status quo will be my obsession for the foreseeable future. holding onto my house and land, I guess, too.
last thing i googled: spicy Serrano hot sauce recipe. i have a few pounds of Serrano peppers waiting to be made into something wonderful. if anyone has ever tried to make hot sauce, i think you'll agree... developing the recipe is everything. the SFW search before that was "how to treat internal burns from repeated electrical shocks." same vein, really.
currently working on: i am obsessively writing one single fic right now. i have many just sitting there waiting to be updated and while i feel guilty that they're in limbo, I'm just happy they're there at all. it took a lot to start writing and i don't want to limit that by feeling guilty over imaginary deadlines for completion. i ain't gettin' paid. there is no boss and no editorial staff here in free fanfic land. <3 my main project is to write whatever i want to write in the very little free time i have. i used to have more time, and the fact that i now don't is a good thing. still working on how to balance it all.
zero pressure tags: @chaotic-librarian @tobias-hankel @brillianthijinx @goobzoop @starzzyeyed @merpancake @aesthetictek goodness i don't remember everyone's names on here at all but ayo <3
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*Note: this was meant to be posted one year ago during my trip to Chicago, but then life happened, I guess. I'll try to catch up over the next few days.*
Chapter 6: The Brown Line
Tuesday, August 16th 2022
10:26 AM
I have managed to loop the block trying to walk to a sandwich shop, turning right out of Union Station when I should have hanged a left. It seemed that everyone along the sidewalk was very sharply dressed in business attire. I will have to assimilate later. I wasn't able to change into something fresh with my clothes stowed in the baggage car on the trip up here.
10:32 AM
I'm sitting in a Potbelly sandwich shop, eating an Italian Sandwich with hot sport peppers and pickles. This is quite a tasty sandwich, and much better than anything on the train anyway. I will consider coming back here another time.
After finishing my meal, I walk up to the cashier and ask about the restroom. He tells me the restrooms are out of order. That won't do, so I leave on a new quest. I'll try to take one of the trains to my next location. There's the red line, the brown line, and the blue line. Maybe more, but I didn't take a close enough look on Google maps.
11:07 AM
Somehow, I have gotten myself lost. I guess that's what I get for not planning every aspect of this trip. I still need to use the restroom at this point. While I could have just gone back inside Union Station, by this point I had already made it to the Underground. Waiting outside the stairs to the blue line was a bus, idling patiently. No surprise to myself, the Underground Theme from Mario Bros plays in my head. What's going to be down there waiting for me? Will there be rats? Thieves? Generally mean people? Goombas? Turns out it's nobody. Not even someone to tell me what to do.
I figured to slap my phone against the reader on the turnstile to pay the fee. I hear a click, and move forward, lifting my suitcase up and over the steel bars of the now locked turnstile. Facing me now is a gate with a revolving door. I pull my luggage through, but the corner of the luggage gets stuck in the door, and now someone is behind me looking very disappointed and annoyed. Pushing back and then forward frees my duffle bag and bulky green suitcase, and I step through. I apologize, but he rolls his eyes at me. Hard! Oh he meant that!
There are only two directions to go, so I walk right and head up the stairs, ending up in front of the same idling bus from a few minutes ago. Well, that was pointless! Consider that fare a $5 a tip, Chicago.
11:30 AM
Frustrated and too embarrassed to take the steps back down to the Underground, I take a different approach. I take a good, hard look at my Google maps app and walk in the direction it tells me to. However, it's not too long before the weight of my bag and suitcase becomes unbearable. I sit on a garden wall near a styrofoam plate of half eaten food and order an Uber. My stomach growls and I am stricken with panic. I will have to squeeze.
11:45
Although the app didn't have a good lock on my location, my driver found me. Venancio, My Uber driver, listens to me talk about my struggle with the revolving door. I doubt he understood my ramblings--very few do-- but he did get me to the Medieval Torture Museum, so I tip him well.
Sweating profusely at this point, I buy a ticket and leave my luggage with the clerk. This was a self-guided tour, so first thing I did was guide myself just past the brazen bull to the restrooms. Some sort of device used to constrain male genitalia let me know I was in the correct room.
Ah, sweet relief! After doing my business, I kill some time looking at the bloodied dummy corpses and twisted iron instruments used for torture. I can't believe humans are this sick. It truly takes a disturbed individual to come up with these kinds of things. Many of the devices and methods I saw where implemented in the name of religion.
3:24 PM
After grabbing coffee and a donut, I consider taking the brown line to the hostel I booked. However, dreading the underground, I decide to take a bus instead. Feeling bedraggled by my burdensome luggage, I decide to find the 151. "Excuse my sir, can you--", I hear to my right as I pass a woman in her early 20's. I take a sneaky look back at her. My time in New Orleans has prepared me for people on the street asking for change or trying to lure me into an alley. Which is to say, I move with purpose and avoid eye contact. It doesn't feel very good to do, but it does save me some time and helps ensure my safety in some situations.
A bus ride, and another walk later, I step inside the Chicago Getaway Hostel. Friendly faces greet me from behind the large white desk. The two gentlemen take a deposit from me, tell me about the continental breakfast, the common kitchen, and the lounge. In the lounge there are several tables and long sofas for sitting, a pool table, a foosball table, and den with a TV. Attached on the opposite end of the lounge is the kitchen. Guests are allowed to cook in the kitchen before Midnight.
I take the keycard from one of them and ride the elevator up to the third floor where my room is. There is plenty of space for one person, and the room is modestly decorated with a minimalist but mature approach. I like it. There is a red racing stripe along windowed wall, and stencils of cassette tapes on the wall nearest the bunk bed that I have all to myself.
3:30 PM
I'm in the bathroom now. I brought with me a change of clothes, my toiletries, and a fresh towel. Upon my disrobing, I notice, to my horror, a thin brown stripe running down the crack of my white shorts. Oh my god! How long had I been walking around like this? Had people been staring at me and I hadn't noticed? Standing nude, I bring the shorts up to my face to sniff them. I wince as I brace for the worst, but all I can smell is dirt and the light musty odor of having sat in a train for 16 hours. Were they like this on the train? How many of my 5 hours of walking around downtown chicago did I have a brown stain on my shorts? I washed them off in the sink. Whatever if was, it came out very easily. Crisis averted? Maybe nobody noticed. At the very least, nobody would remember me.








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SKZ AS...
Stray Kids as receiving a blowjob Pairing: Skz x Reader Genre: smut Word count: 1,994 Warnings: Oral (m receiving) and face fucking, if thereâs anything else i need to add please let me know! Authors note: This is kinda garbage but also i love it so much. I also just love seungmins so much cause i often think about it too much lol anyways further a do here it is. (also if you can write in korean and know korean please DM me iâm trying to get a skz tattoo but do not trust google translate in the slightest)
Please if you are under the age of 18 do not interact. Thank you :)
Chan:Â
Getting in studio blowjobs was one of Chan's favorite things. Heâd always be the one to ask, with his puppy dog eyes heâd complain how horny he is and how if you hadnât worn such a short skirt he wouldnât feel this way. Heâd complain how well, technically TECHNICALLY you made him this horny as you are the root of this problem you should be the one to take care of it. Eventually you give in and get on your knees for him constantly playing the big doe eye angle with his dick in your mouth making him lose his mind. You watch as he squirms trying to continue mixing songs with one hand while holding onto the chairs armrest with his other. Heâs an absolute slut when you focus on the head of his cock so that he has enough time to tell you and release on your face, his favorite place, with your tongue sticking out. Heâd also be an angel and clean your face off with a tissue while kissing you and mumbling what a good girl you were. Â
Minho:Â
You and Minho always had a voyeuristic relationship never shying away from a bit of public sex but when you reached your hands down into his pants in front of his hyung at dinner and continued to tease him he knew he had to put you in your place. Heâd give you a deadly side glare that only fed into the pumping of your hand around him. He would excuse himself from the table for a second and as he was just out of sight your phone would go off and youâd scurry off after him making a quick excuse for the table. As soon as you make it behind the door he has you on your knees slipping his throbbing cock between your lips. Rutting his hips into your face not caring about the speed. Essentially heâs face fucking you in the middle of the mens restroom and neither of you could care less. He watches as your mascara runs down your face cooing at how gorgeous you looked with your mouth stuffed full of him. He grips your hair as he cums down your throat then tells you to meet him at the car after you clean your face and goes to tell the boys you felt sick. You were in for a long night of being put in your place.
Changbin:Â
Changbin would come home in a rage, something about someone not listening to him during rehearsals or something. Heâd just be fuming with no way to let it out so he just rants and rants to with clench fists. You have him sit on the couch as he keeps going on and on while you get on your knees between his legs, shaking your head and agreeing with his anger. You take out his member and slowly start to pump him and his ranting slows down and his moans become more frequent. He slides his hand into your hair so he has some control over your movements. You slide him into your mouth gagging as he moves his hips a bit. He looks down apologetically and you just take him further in your mouth, you allow him to take control using your head and his hips to get himself off. He watches as spit falls out of the sides of your mouth and your tears leaving mascara tracks down your cheeks. Seeing how wrecked you are with his cock in your mouth he canât help but let himself release down your throat. When he removes himself he pulls you onto his lap whipping away your drool and tears very lightly before giving you a sweet kiss as a thank you.
Hyunjin:Â
Hyunjin has been busy working on some lyrics or some new dance moves for stray kids and you couldnât care less. The more attention he gave to his work meant less attention for you and you well you were feeling extra needy since being abandoned by your boyfriend. You stand behind his chair, your arms wrapped around his shoulders watching him work as you kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. He hadnât said anything about it while occasionally leaving little kisses on your arms. You were growing irritated at how  he was just blatantly ignoring your neediness. You whisper little things in his ear and he just tells you later and that heâs busy right now. You stand behind him weighing your options. You can either wait and see if he follows through or you can take control here and seeing as he needs a break anyways you choose the latter. You make camp between his legs and put your head in front of his desk so that he couldnât not see you. He smiles down at you with all the love in his heart and you explain how he needs a break anyways. He finally leans back and letâs you do your thing as he holds on to the armrest of his chair constantly cooing how beautiful you look when you take him like that. He begins to get whiny when heâs about to come so you take your mouth off his full length paying attention to just the tips and he moves your hands away so he can pump himself and finally release all over your chest. Heâd watch as you take your fingers swiping up his release and slowly licking it off, his eyes grow darker and as he shuts his laptop you scurry off to the bedroom with him not too far behind you excited to finally have your Hyunjin back.
Han:Â
An empty movie theater would be the perfect place for a Jisung blowjob. It wouldnât take much to convince him either, youâd just have to say well since no one is here and then the sound of his zipper meets your ears. You grin from ear to ear as you reach your hand over the shared arm rest, Jisung letting out quite whimpers. When he was hard enough you bent over the armrest and started moving your head at a rather fast pace as you started to grow nervous of getting caught. You added your hand to jerk off what part of his shaft wouldnât fit in your mouth and soon he was pulling at your hair and whispering that he was about to come. As he releases in your mouth he bends over his chest hitting the back of your head causing him to go further in your throat and making you gag. Your throat tightens around his already sensitive member causing him to let out a bit louder whine and thatâs when someone from the front room sat up and looked back to try to figure out what was happening. Jisung and you look at each other in shock and embarrassment as you both thought the place was completely empty
Felix:Â
You guys would be backstage at some show waiting for stray kids turn to go on stage and poor Felix, the worst part for Felix wasnât the performance, it was the waiting, the anticipation. He would constantly get in his own head with the what ifâs and shut down and get real quiet. You quickly noticed this process happening and grabbed his hand trying to help calm his nerves but when that didnât work you looked down at your watch noticing you had enough time. You kissed below his ear pulling him out of his head space for a second then whispered to meet you in the bathroom. He walks in with a confused look as you turn to lock the door really fast, you get on your knees hooking your fingers into his waistband and explaining that youâd help him relax. Heâd agree almost immediately, i mean heâd get out of his hand and have your pretty lips around him? Win win. Heâd mostly stand there holding his shirt up so it wonât get in your way as you held onto the back of his thighs using it as leverage to force your mouth down his length, the eye contact between you two never wavering. He fed off the intense eye contact only breaking for seconds at a time to watch as you took his length so well, only gagging when he used his hips. You fed off his tiny moans and how he tried so hard to keep his eyes open to stare you down. Heâd come in your mouth just because you guys did have to go back out but in his head he came all over your breasts. By the time he got back to the boys he had to go on stage and he was out of his own head all thanks to you and that magical mouth.
Seungmin:Â
I can see Minnie saying yes to a blowjob while heâs driving like homeboy thinks itâs so hot to do things youâre not supposed to do. Like you guys would be stuck in standstill traffic and with nothing else to do and youâd just have to ask him once and heâd start unbuttoning his pants. Heâd gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and let you do your thing. Your thing including everything from licking him up the bottom of his shaft to suck your cheeks in when you got near the head of his cock. Heâd try to control you in little ways like holding your head still periodically, scared you might try to pull something while he moves the car little by little through traffic. Heâd let little moans and whimpers slip past his lips trying his hardest to not make it completely obvious to those around him what was happening inside his small car. Â Heâd eventually come down your throat as he hits the brake a little too hard, shoving himself down your throat and you canât help but moan at the new depth. Heâd let a rather loud strained moan out as he holds your hair in his grip. Heâd also beg for a kiss from you wanting to taste himself off your mouth and yes it would be the hottest thing youâve ever done.
IN:Â
Jeongin loved nothing more than to finally get out of the dorms and stay the night at your apartment, getting away from the boys and their constant babying towards him to seeing you and kissing you whenever he wanted. After staying up all night catching up on what the other has been doing all week you both passed out without even an I love you in exchange. When you woke up, your body curled into Jeongin like a perfect puzzle piece. That was until you felt him poking your lower back. You smiled to yourself rolling over and peppering his face in soft kisses to wake him, he smiles at you grunting at you. When you make a comment about what he mustâve been dreaming about his eyes burst open and his cheeks redden but you kiss it away assuring him that youâd take care of it. You crawl under the blankets but not without a little protest from Jeongin saying you didnât have to if you didnât want to but you wanted to more than anything. You take your time with him seeing as it was morning you didnât want to over stimulate him in any way and hurt him. You can hear his little moans from under the cover as you lick a thick strip on the vein on the underside of his cock. You take your time kissing him and just appreciating him and he enjoys it so much that when he actually comes it takes him by surprise and itâs the hardest heâs ever come. After he would have the cutest fucked out smile wanting nothing more than to just kiss you all over your face and return the favor. Â
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Hey!!! How are you?
I saw Cherry's Reblog of one of your writings, so I decided to make a request...
Can I request Hanako-Kun, Sousuke Mitsuba and Shijima Mei with a s/o who loves to draw but feels insecure that their drawing is ugly or that something is disproportionate or that they made a mistake somewhere in the drawing?
Could it be platonic/friendship for Mei? And can the s/o be female?
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I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in writing, I speak another language and I'm afraid of making something wrong in English so I use Google Translate
Maybe I should write in Portuguese because it would be easy for both of us since it's very similar to Spanish(?) maybe I can send an ask in Portuguese for you see if you understand
a/n: I'm doing good, thanks for asking! i bet your english is wonderful! and if you want to ask me something in Portuguese, go ahead! now, onto the headcanons!
warnings: comparing, hanako being the perv he is and mitsuba making dumb jokes
Hanako đș, Mitsuba đ·, and Mei âïž (platonic) with an insecure artist s/o (female):
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Hanako đș:
"they're beautiful, just like you darling"
ever since hanako discovered that you were an artist, he was head over heels for your work! (and you of course)
he would occasionally catch you working on a new piece of work and he would give you sappy compliments (and make pervy jokes)
one time though, he caught you doing a new art piece, as usual. but you seemed stressed out and upset.
he doesn't want his s/o to be sad! he went up to you to figure out the problem and fix it, asking you what's wrong
you then spilled out what was bothering you, what was wrong about the piece you were working on. how it was disproportionate, how these details looked 'ugly', the face looks off, etc
he was baffled, how can you notice such impurities in your amazing art!? he understood your feelings though, he has gone through the same
"s/o, they're not ugly! it's just not up to your standards, and that's fine! you're improving so much, and that's what matters."
he gives you a big bear hug, peppering your face with kisses until you're practically burning like a hot stove
no matter how your art looks, he'll unconditionally love it <3
Mitsuba đ·:
"a photographer's dream"
he's known that you've been drawing for a long time, back when he was alive actually
he'll occasionally make fun of it, in a joking manner of course! he would say the usual "why do the eyes look like that??" or "why haven't you drawn the clothes yet? are you drawing something lewd!?"
he actually adores your work, he's just too big of a chicken to say so. he would take some pictures of nice landscapes (and himself) for you to draw!
mitsuba started to take notice that you were quite unhappy with your art recently, unsatisfied with it. he would poke fun at you to try to cheer you up, that didn't work.
"awh, why the long face (stupid nickname he gave you)?"
you stayed silent and released a big sigh. he started to think that he was the cause of your insecurity, he didn't mean any harm! he thought that he made those jokes too cruel.
once you finally spoke up and told him what was wrong, all of these problems that summed up to make your art seem 'ugly'.
he finally spoke, "listen. your art isn't ugly. think of it like a picture. the photographer might think that it didn't come out well and wasn't what they were going for, while others and more photographers think that it's an amazing picture. just because you have some things that didn't work out in your drawing, doesn't mean that it's not beautiful"
he'll hesitantly give you a hug, he's still getting used to this whole relationship thing, even if it's been a while. your confidence being boosted, you give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving him to be a bright red tomato.
Mei âïž:
"I'll say it's picture perfect"
you and mei have been friends for a while now, you two met in art club since you were the only ones in it
the two of you were interested in art for a long time together, but recently you've been feeling a bit less
you've noticed that your art has been on the more unappealing side of the spectrum. mei's looks amazing as usual, she doesn't seem to have any struggles besides some light hearted jokes about some of her portraits don't look as accurate as the reference.
you two were working on a big painting in the art room. every once in a while, she would hear you groan and whine when something didn't go right or didn't look as you wanted.
"what's wrong? is everything ok?"
you responded no but quickly said yes, silently cursing to yourself. nothing went well. the painting looked wonky, your coloring was far worse than mei's, so many things infuriated you.
she asked you again and you responded honestly this time, saying how you weren't happy with your work and how her's seemed way better.
"hey, it's okay! I've gone through that phase many times, it's the worst. you shouldn't put yourself down just to compliment my work, yours is incredible! you draw some things wonderfully that I'm still struggling with. you're just at that point where your taste is getting better but your skill is slowly increasing, and there's nothing wrong with that!"
she gave you a big smile and cautiously hugged you since she was covered in paint and didn't want to ruin your clothes. you hugged back, satisfied.
This was super fun to write! Hope you enjoyed!
-ooga :D
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Pink (Hawks x gn!Reader)
Pairing: Hawks/Takami Keigo x gn! Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: cursing but thatâs about it!
Genre: Fluff, slight angst, Romantic/Relationship
Tags/Aus: boss x secretary, pining, slow burn, slight cannon divergence probably
Summary: 5 times your boss, Hawks, made you flustered + the one time you made him flustered
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! This is my fic for the Attack on Academia serverâs Secret Santa Event!! This is for @sugacookiiesâ !! and I really hope you like it!!!Â
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Event No. 1
âThank you so much for coming today, weâll be sure to get back to you soon,â the lady who had been interviewing you said, smiling at you. You bowed your head slightly, thanking her for her time with a small smile on your face.
After exiting the room and closing the door, you took a deep breath, as if to calm your still very present nerves. You had been up for a job as a secretary at pro hero Hawkâs agency, something you were more than thrilled about. Â
Growing up, youâd always been immensely intrigued with the world of pro heroes. Your room had been decked out in hero figurines and posters, the whole nine yards. Hell, even your comforter was hero themed at a certain point in time. It had just always fascinated you how these people would use their quirks for the good of humanity and to protect those who couldnât protect themselves.
Sadly, your quirk, MoodLocks, wasnât very useful in crime-fighting. All it did was allow your hair to change colors depending on your mood. It was pretty, of course, but you had a hard time controlling it and it could never help you beat an opponent. If anything, it would give the villain an insight into your thoughts and put you at a clear disadvantage.
So, as time passed, your childish fantasies of becoming a hero did as well. It didnât bother you anymore, as you were more than happy with the career youâd chosen. Your love of heroes was still very much present, hence why you were so nervous about todayâs interview. If you got the job, not only would the pay be incredible, but youâd also get the chance to help an actual hero. Maybe youâd even get the chance to meet more of them!
You were pretty sure you had made a fairly good impression so hopefully, you would indeed get a call from the agency soon.
Walking out of the agency, you couldnât help but let out a yawn. Youâd stayed up far too late last night googling commonly asked job interview questions so you wanted nothing more than to get back to your apartment and catch up on some much-needed rest. Maybe you and your roommate could order in.
âOh God, I am so sorry that was my fault. I just finished this super stressful interview and Iâm super tired so I was not watching where I was going-â your babbling came to a sudden halt as you looked up, brain losing all ability to form coherent thoughts.
Right before your very eyes was the man whoâs âa bit too fastâ in all his red-winged glory. Youâd seen him in interviews online, of course, you kept up with most pro hero interviews, so you knew he was handsome. However, the cameras most certainly did not do the man justice. His yellow glasses were resting on his forehead, pushing his messy (and very soft looking) blond hair back. His gold eyes seemed to be looking right into your soul, calculating yet calm.
God, you wished you could make your eyeliner look remotely similar to his.
He raised an eyebrow at you, and you realized that youâd been staring for what you could only describe as an uncomfortably long amount of time.
Before you could embarrass yourself further, the winged hero placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. He looked at the top of your head, an intrigued expression adorning his face before morphing into an easy smile, he spoke, ââS no problem, chickadee. Good luck with your interview.â
And just like that, the hero went along his merry way.
Curious what heâd been staring at, not to mention the nickname, you looked up at your hair, which had previously been a bright shade of orange due to being anxious, was now very pink. You blanched at the thought of having lost control of your quirk so easily, in front of a cute guy pro hero who might be your future boss no less.
âWell,â you thought, âat least I can say I met Japanâs #2 hero even if I donât get this job.â
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Event No. 2
Much to your surprise, and pleasure, you had indeed received a call from Hawksâ agency about a week later. After several follow up interviews (much more than you were expecting, honestly, but you suppose it made since heâs such a high ranking hero) a very thorough background check, you had gotten the job.
When you had gotten the job, you had been hoping that the blond would have forgotten your first encounter, since you had literally malfunctioned right before his very eyes. The chances of him forgetting werenât exactly small, after all. You were sure he met plenty of people every day and your interaction had been incredibly brief.
A month into your job as his secretary, you seemed to be in the clear. Sure, he knew about your quirk, since he was your employer and the ever-changing array of colors in your hair arenât exactly subtle, but seeing as he hadnât mentioned it so heâd probably forgotten.
Youâd stayed at the agency long after your shift was overdue to a couple of low-ranking villains attempting to rob a bank. It had been an easy win for Hawks, he was in and out of there long before his sidekicks had even gotten there, but the villains had caused a lot of unnecessary damage to the building, so there was a ridiculous amount of paperwork.
You couldnât wait to get home and change out of your stuffy work clothes and into the comfiest pair of PJs you owned. Your roommate, always a sweetheart, had been kind enough to save you some leftovers from her dinner so all you had to do was warm it up, eat, shower, and crash on your bed.
Whilst you were getting ready to head home, your boss had decided that it was only fair to walk you home, seeing as it was late. You had insisted that he didnât need to do that, even showing him the can of pepper spray you carried around your person at all times. Still, heâd insisted, and who were you to say no?
The winged hero had originally offered to fly you home, but youâd profusely told him it wasnât necessary. So, the two of you ended up taking the train. The two of you got a couple of weird stares from your fellow passengers, seeing as the flying hero was taking a train instead of yâknow⊠flying and his wings took a significantly large part of the seat the two of you were occupying (it seemed uncomfortable but he didnât mention it). Hawks seemed to either not notice or not care, opting instead to have an animated conversation with you about the best fried chicken places in Fukuoka. It was mostly him talking, but youâd add to the conversation every once in a while, and sometimes people would interrupt and ask for an autograph, which heâd sign with a carefree smile on his face.
âYou donât have to walk me home, sir,â you told him after the two of you had exited the station closest to your apartment.
âWhat kind of hero would I be if I let a civilian walk alone across the dark streets of Japan?â He asked you, tone light and teasing. âAlso, didnât I tell you to call me Hawks? Sir makes me feel old.â
You rolled your eyes playfully at his words, turning to the left towards your apartment. Youâd get there soon and a small part of you wanted to keep the banter going for as long as possible.
âI donât think that would be very professional of me, sir,â you said playfully. He laughed and the two of you settled into a comfortable silence while you walked.
After a moment, he shoved his hands into his coat pockets and he spoke up, âIâve been meaning to ask you, how exactly does your quirk work?â
âOh well, yâknow, it changes color depending on my mood, so red means Iâm angry, blue can mean Iâm sad or calm, pink means Iâm flustered or embarrassed, purple means Iâm scared, etc.â
âSo your hair went pink the first time we met because you were starstruck by my devilishly good looks?â He asked in a faux haughty tone. âDonât worry, I donât blame you.â
The asshole remembered your first encounter.
Your hair turned pink and you celebrated inwardly as you approached your apartment. As you opened the glass door to the complex, Hawks laughed at your hurry.
âGood night,â you stated, tone indignant at his laughter, as you made your way inside.â
ââNight, Pinky.â
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Event No. 3
Working for the red-winged hero himself was both everything you were expecting it to be and completely the opposite of it at the same time.
The hours were crazy, something you were anticipating considering villain activity had been increasing and your boss was a busy public figure. What you were certainly not anticipating, however, was that Hawks would be such a teasing little shit.
Not only had the man remembered your first encounter, but after you had explained your quirk to him (heâd asked you about it despite it being in the agencyâs records since you had applied for the position, you guessed heâd done it as a way to break the ice) heâd taken it upon himself to fluster you to get your hair to go that embarrassingly bright shade of pink.
Heâd call you all sorts of nicknames ranging from pinky to songbird (your favorite was by far Pinky since it feels so personal. Not that youâd ever tell him that). Heâd also gotten into the habit of trying out all sorts of ridiculous pick up lines on you. The greater majority of them were bird-related, of course. Those never really got you but they did make you laugh.
The one that probably got you the most was when heâd bring you your favorite drink or lunch from a place youâd mentioned youâd like offhandedly, saying he had just been âflying byâ and remembered your conversation.
You didnât mind his flirtatious banter in the slightest. He never crossed any boundaries and kept things professional when it came to business. It was pretty fun to see what nicknames or pickup lines he had up his sleeves.
The only downside was that youâd begun to develop a slight crush on the red-winged hero. It would never lead to anything, you were well aware of that. He was not only a famous hero who was constantly under public scrutiny, but he was also your boss.
It canât hurt to dream though.
âWhatâs got you so distracted?â An all too familiar broke your very him-centric train of thought. You looked up from the paperwork youâd been blankly staring at. Youâd been trying to multitask between eating and doing paperwork so you wouldnât have to take any work home. After much insistence from your roommate, who was well aware of your crush on Your boss (sheâd teasingly gifted you a pair of Hawks themed PJs on your birthday), you had finally given in and agreed to let her set you up on a date with a former schoolmate of hers.
âNothing, just thinking about a date I have tonight,â you lied, looking up from your desk to meet those lovely honey-colored eyes you spent more hours than youâd care to admit thinking about. You scanned his body language, trying to gauge his reaction. Not that you could ever get a read on him. More often than not, it was impossible to get a read on him under the visage of carefree indifference he was so well known for. In the almost half a year youâd known him youâd never once seen the hero lose his cool or show any emotion other than the ones he wanted to portray. It was kind of unfair seeing as he could get a picture-perfect look into your thoughts and emotions just by looking at the color of your hair and here you were, left grasping at straws.
He seemed to have no outward reaction other than his shoulders tensing and his eyebrows scrunching up a bit in mild distaste. It was gone so fast you were sure you must have just imagined it.
âPinkyâs got themselves a date?â he said after a moment, a slightly forced teasing tilt to his voice. He crossed his hands and placed them on the taller part of your desk and leaned his weight on them, staring down at you with a cheeky grin.
âI guess so,â you said, fiddling with your chopsticks as you continued, âIâm kind of nervous though. I havenât got on any dates since I started working here, Iâm a little rusty.â
âHow come you havenât gone on any dates?â he asked, staring at you with an intensity you werenât quite expecting from him. âHad a special someone in mind?â
The roots of your hair went white in surprise before you managed to school them into going back to your natural hair color. It was brief but he had surely noticed.
âIâd go on lots of dates if my boss gave me more days off,â you said, pushing past the momentary lull in the conversation and giving him a pointed look.
He let out a laugh, a real and genuine one, unlike the ones heâd let out during interviews or out in public. The thought made your face heat up. It made you feel special. Even if he didnât see you in the same way you saw him, he at least trusted you enough to be real around you. That was enough for you.
âYouâve got nothing to be nervous about, kid, any person would be lucky to land a date with someone as beautiful as you,â He stated, looking at you with a certain emotion behind his gaze that you couldnât quite decipher. âIf your date happens to go south, just give me a call and Iâll pick you up. After all, what kind of hero would I be if I didnât look out for my secretary?â
You looked at his retreating form, your hair as pink as bubble gum and heart threatening to beat out of your rib cage. Heâd just called you beautiful. Heâd also said that anyone would be lucky to date you. Did that include him? Did he like you?
âHey Hawks,â you called out, surprising both him and yourself. Despite him telling you to just call him Hawks instead of âsirâ, youâd stuck to calling him sir for the sake of professionality. âThanks for the offer.â
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Event No. 4
You let out a tired sigh as you watched the number of floors go up on the tiny screen atop the doors of the elevator you were currently in.
When you had signed your contract to work at Hawksâ agency, you were aware that you would need to be accessible 24/7, however, you thought that if he did contact you at an ungodly hour, itâd be for something important, perhaps something along the lines of a press scandal or a massive villain attack that youâd need to start filing paperwork promptly so that the agency could report the casualties or cost of the destruction. You had highly doubted Hawks, Japanâs literal #2 hero would call his secretary at 3:00 a.m. in the goddamn morning and order them to bring him a bucket of fried chicken from fucking KFC.
You clearly hadnât known the man at the time, you thought as you stared at the red and white bucket in your arms.
The elevator dinged, alerting you that you had arrived at your destination. Making your way through the hallway, you tried to figure out why your boss would be so cruel as to make you get him fast food when he had two perfectly capable wings that could take him to and from the nearest KFC faster than you ever could. You bet itâd even be warmer.
Youâd need to download UberEats on his phone.
Before your fist could make contact with the door, it was swung open, surprising your half-asleep brain. Before your eyes there was a very awake looking Hawks, his eyes zeroed in on the bucket you were holding
âHey there, chickadee,â he said in a teasing tone, resting his arm on the door frame in a very attractive manner. God, if you were just a bit more coherent and a little less sleep-deprived, your hair would be the most embarrassingly bright pink color imaginable.
Thankfully, you werenât and you could hear your bed calling your name from across the city, so without bothering to answer, you shoved the bucket of chicken into his arms before turning around to speed your way back to your at this point cold bed.
Before you could get very far, however, Hawks had grabbed your wrist with your free hand.
âYouâre not leaving already, are you?â He asked you, letting go of your wrist.
âItâs 3 in the goddamn morning, Hawks,â was your deadpan answer.
âCâmon, you wouldnât let your poor boss eat all alone would you,â you could tell his tone was meant to be light and playful but it was lacking his usual flare.
Your concern for the overgrown pigeon won out, and with a defeated sigh, you walked into his apartment, Hawks trailing behind you, visibly pleased that you stayed.
Despite all your time working for Hawks, youâd never actually been inside of his apartment. You had come here several times before to drop off documents he needed to sign or a new schedule (because the Hero Commission apparently couldnât send emails directly to him) but you had always left the things at his building's front desk.
Hawksâ apartment was⊠emptier than you had expected it to be. It was nice, the furniture was obviously high quality, not that it was surprising considering he was a high ranking hero, but it lacked a personal touch. It had no pictures or knick-knacks in sight. It felt more like a house instead of an actual home.
âSo, howâd your date go?â Hawks inquired once the two of you settled in his living room, him on the couch and you in the armchair next to it. He picked up a piece of chicken, offering it to you. However, it was far too early to even think about consuming food, so you politely declined.
âIt was fine. He was nice,â you answered.
To be honest the date had gone well. Heâd been nice, a complete gentleman. Heâd taken you to a nice restaurant, he was great in conversation, heâd even walked you home but at the end of the night, the two of you had agreed that there was just no chemistry between the two of you whatsoever. You had decided to just stay friends.
âThere wonât be a second one, though,â you added after a beat of silence.
âGood,â your eyes widened at his words and suddenly you had an epiphany.
Hawks had been jealous. He was jealous because he liked you. Thatâs why he had asked you to come here.
Before you could voice your thoughts, he spoke again, a sly smirk on his face, âBy the way, I love your pajamas. I wasnât aware you were such a fan.â
Your hair turned pink, as it often did whenever Hawks was around when you looked down at your clothes. In your haste to get Hawks his food so you could go back to bed, you had forgone changing clothes. You hadnât realized you were wearing the Hawks themed PJs your roommate had gotten you as a gag gift. They were mustard-colored with lots of cute red feathers and tiny Hawks chibi heads scattered around the fabric.
He would never let you live this down.
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Event No. 5
Following the KFC event, the two of you hadnât spoken about the situation further. At this point, you were well aware of his feelings for you, and you hadnât exactly been subtle about liking him. The two of you just hadnât spoken about it. You werenât official but there was an unspoken rule that neither of you would go on dates with other people.
You were fine with it. Really, you were.
Except that you were definitely not okay with it and you were very much upset that he had just answered that he was single when the lady that had interviewed him had asked him if he was seeing anyone.
Rationally, you understood why he said no. You werenât official and saying yes would just throw the media into a frenzy while they speculated who he was seeing. You remember how crazy everyone went a couple of months ago when pictures of Mirko and Hawks in their street clothes hanging out started circulating on Twitter. They were trending for weeks, and you had had to answer call after call, explaining that no, they are not dating and no, they donât have time to go on the 8:00 a.m. news to answer questions about what it was like to date as pro heroes.
On the other hand, you were tired of dancing around each other. You were aware that dating a pro hero would come with hectic schedules and even some danger, but you didnât care.
âSo I was thinking you could come over and we can watch that hero documentary you told me to watch- hey are you mad at me?â Hawks asked, brows furrowed as in confusion.
âNo, Iâm not angry at you,â you answered, putting your stuff away and heading to the agencyâs doors. You were more than ready to go back to your apartment and there was a pint of your favorite ice cream waiting for you in the freezer with your name on it.
âYou totally are,â he scoffed, following after you.
âNo, I'm not.â
âYes, you are.â
âNo, I am not.â
âYes, you are.â Your overgrown pigeon of a boss insisted, mimicking your tone, âIf youâre not angry then why is your hair red?â
With a sigh, you spoke, failing to hide the snarky tone to your voice âSo what if I am angry? Why do you care? Itâs not like weâre dating or anything.â You walked out onto the sidewalk.
âOh, thatâs what you're upset about?â He asked, realization dawning upon his features. When you didnât answer he kept talking, âYou of all people know why I didnât say anything.â
âI know. Itâs just- nothing, never mind. Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â You told him, looking away with a defeated sigh.
You were about to walk away before he stopped you by placing his glove cladded hand Â
âAt least let me take you home,â it wasnât much of a question, but you nodded anyways.
All of a sudden, you let out a shrill scream when he picked you up bridal style, hands instinctively clasping on to his coat to assure you wouldnât fall.
âWhat are you doing?â
âTaking you home,â he explained as if it were obvious. Before you had a chance to argue he set off into the sky.
You couldnât hear anything but the wind in your ears and his heartbeat, but you finally understood why he loved flying so much. Exhilarating was the only word you could use to describe it. And cold. It was also really cold. You understood why he walked around with such a heavy coat now. You snuggled more into him, trying to get some more warmth, which caused Hawks to tighten his hold on you. The affectionate gesture alone had your hair going a shade of pink.
You got to your apartment building much faster than you ever would by taking the train, something that you regretted a bit since it meant heâd let go of you.
âLook, Hawks,â you started, âmaybe we should-â
âKeigo,â he said, effectively cutting you off,
âW-what?â You spluttered, caught off guard.
âI want you to call me Keigo,â he said with a sense of finality, looking into your eyes with an emotion you couldnât quite read, or at least one that you were just choosing to ignore. Itâd just make what you were about to suggest harder.
âLook, Hawks,â you started, opening the door that led to the stairs, âI really like you, hell, maybe even more than that, and I want to be with you but I donât want to be whatever we are right now forever.â
Ignoring the way his wings physically dropped at your words, you closed the door behind you and headed to your apartment.
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Event No. 1
Once you got home, you immediately stripped out of your work clothes and into your Hawks-themed pajamas (because they're the comfiest, not because they remind you of him, obviously) and youâd taken out your ice cream and went to town on it. Your roommate had noticed the dark blue that had taken over your hair but youâd brushed her off, saying it was nothing to worry about. Sheâd been doubtful, but she had a night shift so she left, but not before making you promise to call her if you needed to.
Youâd spent the rest of the evening eating your ice cream and watching tv before deciding to get some sleep so you would feel at least a little less sorry for yourself tomorrow.
You were currently in your room, scrolling through your phone on your bed before calling it a day when you started to hear a tapping sound. Youâd ruled it out to be some tree branch knocking against your window due to the wind. However, the longer you ignored it the more incessant it became.
You nearly fell out of your bed when you realized it was Hawks, your boss, the #2 pro hero of Japan, tapping on your window while squatting on your fire escape.
You got up, heading towards your window and unlocking it before pushing it up. Â You helped him in before sitting down on the bed and motioning for him to do the same. An awkward silence filled the air, neither of you was quite sure of what you should say.
âHawks, what are-â you started before being cut off by him.
âLook, Pinky, I love you so much it scares the shit out of me,â he declared. Your hair went the brightest shade of pink it had ever been at his words.
He played with the embroidered design of the throw blanket you kept in your bed. You donât think youâve ever seen the red-winged hero so vulnerable in all your time knowing him.
âBut thereâs a lot of crap that comes with my job and I could never forgive myself if I brought you into it and you got hurt. So-â before he could finish speaking, you grabbed onto his coatâs collar with both of your hands and crashed your lips against his.
Youâd waited almost an entire year for this. One thing was for certain, it was well worth the wait. You loved every single thing about him. And he loved you. That was all you needed.
After a beat, you pulled away, choosing instead to cup his cheek in an adoring manner. The two of you looked at each other with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration.
âI love you Keigo,â you spoke his name for the first time, âas long as youâre by my side I donât care about what happens.â
His reaction was, for lack of a better word, cute. His honey eyes were wide in shock, his face as red as his wings, and his aforementioned wings were puffed up in shock. Now you understood why he loved teasing you so much.
âSo, do you wanna watch the documentary?â You asked him, walking out of your room and into the living room with a victorious smirk.
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Only Human (sex pollen)
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word count:Â 2143 Description: Despite being with Pepper, Tony is only human, and when you are both hit with sex pollen, he canât control himself Warnings: *NSFW* Dub-con (due to sex pollen), smut, infidelity, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex ~ soft!reader + dom!Tony
A/N: Yes, this has been posted before, itâs still me, I accidentally deleted my account, so Iâm just moving to here, and re-uploading my fics I had saved on Google Docs so they havenât gone to waste. Hope this isnât too confusing.
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âY/N, sweetie, can I borrow your hands for a few minutes?â
A slight blush makes its way onto your cheeks at the pet name, and you nod up at Tony Stark - your boss. Your very hot but sadly, engaged, boss.
Your job at Stark Tower consisted of bouncing between offices, making coffee, and helping with the filing. Not that you would complain, it was secure as you could ask for, and the pay was good. Also, youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy spending time in the presence of Mr Stark, even if it was from a distance.
He moves towards a glass door, scanning his print for access, and you scurry behind before the door can shut on you.
âJust need you to help carry,â he squints at the cabinet, pulling out a key, âa few things. Careful. Donât touch anything.â
You cringe at this, eyes widening at the objects locked in the shelves, bright warnings plastered on them: explosive, toxic, bio hazard, corrosive, radiation. Fuck.
Tony holds out a hand, passing you a small flask of dangerously pink liquid. And then the unthinkable happens - your hands shake with nerves, glass slipping through your clammy fingers, and smash.
âShit!â you gasp, eyes wide as Tony mimics your expression. âIâm so sorry Mr Stark, I-â
âGoddammit!â his voice is raised, almost a growl, âF.R.I.D.A.Y, restrict access to this floor and evacuate the offices.â
He crouches to the floor, reading the label, and curses again, âIncrease ventilation and purify the air in this room.â
âIâm so sorry Sir, I didnât mean to,â you apologise, chest tightening, tears pricking your eyes.Â
Tony replies instantly, accusatory, âI told you not to touch anything.â Then he fishes in his pockets for a phone.
âI - it was an accident - I,â you stammer, stopping when he raises a hand, pressing the cell to his ear.
You step back, eyeing the spilled liquid. It was locked away. Youâd had it in your hand. And you...dropped it. It was locked away. With the rest of the dangerous items. You really fucked up this time.Â
âBanner,â Tony speaks, clearing his throat, âyeah, I know. We had an incident.â Brown eyes glance over to you, sighing, âI didnât - I donât have time to argue right now. How long until the effects set in? Son of a bitch.â
He slams the phone on the table, fists clenching.
âWhat...what is it? Are we gonna die?â you manage to get the words out, hot tears spilling down your cheeks.Â
You were so stupid.
Tony freezes, frowning, âYouâre not gonna die. Look at me, weâre fine.â
âIâm so sorry Mr Stark,â you say again, and itâs true. More than anything, you canât stand the thought of disappointing him.Â
He offers a smile, kind eyes now like you were used to, âI know you are sweetie, itâs fine. Youâre not gonna get in trouble. Weâre good.âÂ
Is it getting hotter, or is it just your imagination? You tug at your shirt uncomfortably, âSo what...what is it?â
Now Tony is the one who looks uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact, âIt...itâs something we found on an alien ship - a kind of aphrodisiac.â
âAphrodisiac?â You repeat, hoping you heard wrongly.
He swallows, leaning against the table for support, âWe know the species was...well, a lot larger than we are. So, we donât know exactly the effects but it releases hormones, so extreme arousal.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and a wave of dizziness swims over you. Something hangs in the air, a spicy and heavy scent, and suddenly there's a prickling heat clawing its way through your body.Â
Your breathing gets harsher, âWhy is it so hot, Mr Stark?â
âF.R.I.D.A.Y, the temperature?â
âSeventy six degrees Fahrenheit,â the automated voice rings out through the speakers. But no, that canât be right.
Tony groans, and your thighs clench at the sound, âFuck.â
His eyes find you, and he drops his head, moving back, âProbably gonna want to stay over there, sweetie.â
The nickname has you gasping for breath, and a high pitched whine makes its way out of your throat. A dull ache spreads through your core as you watch Tony across the room; cheeks flushing at the way his pants strain against his bulge.Â
âHow long?âÂ
âHuh?â
You moan, shifting to the floor, fingers fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, âHow long will it...will it feel like this?â
Tony pants, eyes fixed on your thighs, which he noted were rubbing together incessantly now, âAll estimates...theory is to work it out.â
âWork itâŠ.oh,â a sense of dread settles in your stomach, âYou meanâŠâ
He nods, gesturing to the table, âJust, Iâm gonna be,â turning his back to you, âso you can...however you need to.â
You stare at his back for a second, making out the movement of his arm moving up and down, then feel a pang of guilt at your actions and turn away. Tony was engaged, you shouldnât be looking.
At this point, your clothing sticks to you oppressively, and you hastily unfasten the buttons of your blouse, shrugging out of it. Another wave of arousal hits and you inhale sharply, unable to even breathe when every movement has your nipples brushing against your bra, and your pussy throbbing with want.
Shakily, you press a finger to your bud, circling it roughly, moaning in a voice that hardly sounds like your own. With every rub you feel yourself becoming more overstimulated, thighs sticky with arousal but it isnât enough. Fingers slip easily into your core, thrusting against the right spot but it isnât working. And everything is too hot, too clammy, too much.
Tony groans, fisting his cock furiously. This was not how heâd planned to spend his evening. He was supposed to have a dinner reservation with Pep - he closes his eyes at the thought of her.Â
It wasnât right to be doing this; jacking off just meters away from his sweet young secretary. His thumb drags along his length and he shudders when he hears those desperate little sounds coming from your direction. It definitely wasnât right to be picturing what you were doing to make those sounds, either. He should be thinking about his fiance, he tells himself, willing to recall how Pepper blowed him just last night.
But then heâs thinking of your lips, and how pretty theyâd look sucking on his thumb while he fucked into you. Was it the aphrodisiac?Â
âMr Stark, this isnât working. I canât,â he could hear you sobbing now, and turns.
Tonyâs breath catches. Youâre laying back, skirt hitched up your slick legs, shirt unbuttoned, if you had been wearing a bra, it was gone now too. Heâs startled by how scared you look, and just as frustrated at the fact he could do nothing to help either of you.
âI donât...I donât know what you want me to tell you, Y/N,â he clears his throat, tearing his eyes from your form, trying not to focus on how wet your fingers are.
You let out a cry of frustration, fists hitting off your thighs, âIâm so sorry. I didnât...itâs my fault.â
âItâs gonna be okay,â Tony starts, ignoring the throbbing of his cock. âWeâve got this.â
âNo, I canât, my fingers arenât working,â you whimper, âI needâŠâ
Tony glances at his ring finger, swallowing any second thoughts, and lets himself look at you. It isnât cheating, he tells himself. Youâre in pain, heâs in pain, what else could he do?Â
âTell me what you need,â his words are syrup, thick with desire as he wraps his rough fingers around your wrist, the smallest contact sparking you to moan again.If youâd been dizzy before, you were sure youâd pass out now.Â
God, you want to die. You canât imagine a worse situation than the one youâre in now - what are you supposed to say? That you need him to fuck you? You couldnât.
He moves closer though, finger pressing into your chin, forcing you to look into those honey eyes and see the lust in them, âTell me. Tell me, and Iâll give it to you.â
âI canât,â you protest weakly, shame eating away at your burning cheeks, âWhat about-â
âDonât,â Tony cuts you off, not wanting to think about her right now. Not when you were looking up at him with those doe eyes, exposed all pretty for him. He lets his hand run down your side and squeezes at the curve of your exposed thigh, then adds firmly, âYou can. Right now, tell me what you need.â
The words almost wont leave your lips, and you swallow thickly, âI need it. I need you.â
Thereâs a hint of amusement in his face behind the desperation youâre both feeling, âI gotta hear you say it, Princess.â
âPlease Mr Stark,â you cry, fists clenching as the ache between your legs becomes so intense you think you might die.
Tony groans at your neediness and sits on the floor, pulling his cock from the painful confines of his pants. You feel all of the moisture leave your mouth at the sight - larger than your exâs, swollen head glistening.
The amount of nights youâd pictured this exact scene while you touched yourself, and now it was real. Fuck.He motions for you to straddle him and you obey, crying out when his length grazes your clit. Tonyâs breath is quick and shallow, nails digging into your thighs as he struggles to ground himself.Â
Then, as much as he would love to pull you onto his cock right now, he restrains, âDo you need my fingers first?â
You shake your head, âNo, just need you. Please.â
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs, and in an instant heâs pushing into you, âFuck, youâre drenched.â
Another thrust, and youâre a mess, scrambling to hold onto his shoulders. If it wasnât for his grip on you, youâre pretty sure youâd have collapsed already. Despite not being completely innocent, the sensation of being speared by his cock, of being stretched and filled, has you struggling for air.
Tony almost uses your body, forcing you up and down, watching your tits bounce and the look of bliss on your face. God, he couldnât get enough of that look. Every thrust is harder to get more of that face and your needy little gasps.
âFeels so good, Mr Stark,â you babble, stars in your vision, and this seems to do it for him, judging by the way he pumps into you faster than you even thought possible.
Before you can even speak, you feel his fingers make their way to your nub, rubbing circles. And oh god, it feels so good, but itâs so much. You spasm, clamping down on his cock, crying in ecstasy.
Then, the throbbing in your core is subsiding, and you suppose the effects of the plant are wearing off. But Tony isnât stopping, his cock pounding into you with a force that makes you choke, hands trying to push off of him. Youâre too raw, too sensitive, and the pleasure is so good it hurts.
He notices and stutters his movements for a second, hand moving from your clit and finding its way to your shoulder, keeping you in place, âI just need a little longer, can you do that for me sweets?â
âYes,â you sob, letting him slam into you again.
Tony pushes your hair out of your face, chasing his own release, âFuck. Such a good girl for me.â
You nod, using your hips to match his movements weakly, and he sits up to place a sloppy kiss to your lips.
âFuck,â he groans into your ear - what has to be the hottest thing youâve ever heard in your life, âyou take cock like itâs your day job, babe. Think you might be in the wrong career.â
The familiar knot is building in your core again, and you let your hand guide his back to your clit, wanting more. He curses at the action, and starts palming you desperately, feeling himself getting closer.
âOh god,â the words fall from your lips in a voice that is as wrecked as you feel.Â
The next moments are fuzzy, and you clench down, back arching as you feel Tony spend himself in you. Itâs a sort of warm feeling, and you fall onto his sweaty chest when he releases his grip on you.Â
The room is silent apart from the sounds of heavy breathing slowing to normal. Tony lets an arm drape over your body, an action that should be comforting, but then you feel it.
Warm metal on your skin. A ring, his ring, his engagement ring. The guilt comes then, and he feels you freeze, tears falling onto his chest.
What have you done?
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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 5: You Make It Easy
Summary: Steve finally takes Katie out on a date.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC Katie Stark
Warnings: Language! And a whole heap of fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: Once again, a huge thank you to @angrybirdcrâ for her lovely little edit.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Chapter 4
Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The elation Steve had felt about actually getting a date with Katie soon evaporated the next morning when he realised he hadnât the first CLUE about where to take her, what to do or what to wear. He wasnât naĂŻve, he knew dating had changed since his day but the fact he had no reference point to even start from, having never been on a date before, wasnât helpful either. Â So he sought some advice
âA nice shirt and jeans.â Peggy smiled at him, the old woman elated he had finally done it. âNothing too flash, and pick a restaurant. It doesnât have to be fancy, women are more impressed by a man whoâs paying them attention instead of simply paying for the meal.â
âOkay, right.â
âYou know her, Steve.â Peggy looked at him. âWhat type of food does she like?â
âItalian, Chinese, but we do that all the time.â He shrugged, before he stopped, suddenly remembering something she had said to Evans a couple of weeks back in exercise, âYou know, come to think of it she has mentioned a new place in town. La Placa I think itâs called.â âSee, there you go.â Peggy patted him on his arm before she smiled at the look on the young manâs face âJust be yourself Steve, thatâs who she wants. No one else.â
âThanks Peg.â
âAnd make sure you kiss her goodnightâŠâ She grinned, a twinkle in her eyes. âUs ladies do like a bit of passion every now and then you know.â He rolled his eyes at her cheekiness, running his hand through his hair which was in desperate need of a cut. He stayed with Peggy whilst he googled the restaurant number, made his reservation and then text Katie to tell her where he had booked.
Canât wait xxx
He grinned to himself, and then pushed his phone away and turned back to find Peggy watching him, a sly grin on her face.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you this happy before.â she remarked, somewhat wistfully
.He smiled âBeen a long time since I felt this good.â
âIt suits you.â On his way home he swung into the barbers and stepped in. As he sat in the chair the man asked him what he wanted doing, and he was about to say trim when Katieâs voice stirred in his mind.
âTrying to imagine what youâd look like with shorter hair and a beardâŠâ âShorn back and sides please,â he said as the man asked him what he wanted, âand take it a little shorter on top.â
******
Katie woke suddenly on top of the comforter on her bed, fully clothed. Sheâd fallen asleep! She sat up, thinking back to the last thing she remembered before her nap, piecing her train of thought together. Ah, yes, Steve had messaged her to tell her heâd booked a table somewhere which had prompted her to start looking for an outfit. Sheâd realised she had no idea what to wear so had been debating calling Pepper to ask for advice, but had decided it wasnât a good idea because she didnât want Tony to know she was dating yet, let alone who.
But there was someone she could call. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?
Biting her lip she sighed and picked up her phone, scanning through to the person she was looking for and the cavalry arrived an hour and a half later in the shape of a red-haired deadly assassin.
âThere has to be something in here thatâs first date suitableâŠâ Natasha mumbled, as she continued to search through the various items in Katieâs closet. Half Katieâs clothes adorned the floor of her walk-in-wardrobe and bedroom as they had discarded everything sheâd tried so far. âIt would help if I knew where you were going.â she sipped her beer thoughtfully.
âLa Placa.â Katie told her after a pause, âTapas place, but if you turn up I swear to GodâŠâ
âI got better things to do with my spare time.â âNo you donât. And I wouldnât put anything past you.â
âIf you donât trust me why did you ask for my help?â Natasha drawled, still rifling through the clothing racks. âBecause Pepper is a four hour drive awayâŠâ
âWell thatâs just rude.â Natasha mumbled and Katie grinned, shaking her head as Nat placed her beer down on the top of a set of drawers and moved to a rail âOk, try this.â
She pulled out a knee length navy blue Balenciaga dress with a fitted top half, scalloped neck line and three-quarter length lace detailed sleeves. As Katie shrugged it on, Natasha hunted in the shoe rack, pulling out a pair of mid-height nude Kurt Geiger courts with a stiletto heel and matching bag.
âNot bad.â She mumbled as Katie stepped into the heels and gave her a twirl.
âBetter than the grey one?â âDefinitely.â Natasha nodded approvingly âI think we have a winner!â
Katie gave her a double Hi-Five and Nat picked up her beer as Katie stripped out of the dress and pulled on her T-shirt and shorts, before she glanced around the large bedroom, sighing at the mess.
âBetter tidy this up in case things go well.â Nat smirked, before she pondered âHuh, actually, do you reckon Captain America puts out on the first date? Mind you, knowing Rogerâs heâs probably a virginâŠâ
âIâm pretty sure people had casual sex back in the 40s too you know.â Katie rolled her eyes. âHe was on the USO tours surrounded by dancing girls, thereâs no way he didnât do the old horizontal tango.â
âYeah butâŠits Rogers.â Nat pressed giving a snort âImagine if you are the one to pop his cherry.â
Katie groaned, shaking her head. âShut up Widow.â
She smirked âOkay, so how long have we got?â
Katie glanced at her phone âAn hour and twenty. And what do you mean we?â âYou asked for my help, right?â Natasha shrugged, âThought I could do your make-up and hair tooâŠâ Katie looked at her for a moment and smiled âThanks.â She shrugged then drained her beer before turning Katie round and pushing her towards the en-suite âGo shower then weâll start the transformation.â
An hour later Katie was ready. Her hair was curled in soft waves, and her makeup was done, a bit heavier than normal, but still subtle enough to avoid looking like it had been applied with a trowel.
âPerfect.â Nat gave her an appraising look. âRight, I trust you can get dressed without me?â âI think Iâll manage.â Katie said, standing up as she made her way out of the walk-in wardrobe and followed her into the hall where she picked up her jacket.
âOh and if you need me to bail you, just give me an SOS callâŠâ Nat made a phone sign with her finger and pinkie by her ear. âI think Iâll be ok.â Katie smiled, âbut thank you, for all of this.â
âHave funâŠâ Nat grinned and then added with a smirk âAnd donât do anything I wouldnâtâ
âThat doesnât exactly leave a lotâŠâ Katie quipped
âThatâs my point.â Natasha intoned as she walked into the hall and pressed the button for the elevator.
âNat, you wonât tell anyone will you?â Katie asked, âI mean, it isnât that I donât trust you, justâŠâ Nat paused turning back to the brunette to find her chewing her lip with nerves. She shook her head âI wonât tell a soul. I know how much you two like each other, youâve been dancing around it for months, so⊠just enjoy ok? Have a good time. You both deserve it.â âThanks Natâ Katie smiled. The two girls shared a quick hug and then Nat left
***** Steve had to admit, he liked his new hair. It was much more like the style people sported now, but in a way it also reminded him of how Bucky had worn his back in the Howlies. He picked a light blue shirt, his dark navy jeans and then pondered before settling on a pair of brown boots that matched his jacket and belt. He was ready with plenty of time and found himself pacing as he thought about how the night could go. There was no doubt it was going to be way different to how he had imagined his first date to be. Back in his day it was movies, dinner and a dance. Now there were no dance halls, and they watched movies all the time. But, as Peggy had advised, for once he was going to âgo with the flowâ and just see where the night took them both.
Finally, after an agonising fifteen minutes during which he had pretty much paced non-stop and drained a good measure of scotch, even though it did nothing bar give him a comforting burn in his throat on the way down, he headed to the cab that was waiting and they set off to pick up his date.
Jesus Christ she looked amazing. Her hair was cascading in waves over her shoulders, the smoky brown eyeshadow she was wearing made the green in her eyes even more noticeable. And her dressâŠnavy blue, knee length with a detailed neckline and sleeves that finished halfway down her forearms. The top half clung to her body where it flared out slightly from her hips and her heels accentuated her shapely calves to perfection. As Steve looked at her he found himself imagining various crude scenarios where said delectable dress ended up on the floor, but that wasnât gentlemanly. Nor appropriate.
Katie felt her breath catch when she saw Steve. His light blue shirt was tight enough to accentuate his ridiculously well-built top half, and a brown belt with a gold buckle adorned his toned waist. And heâd had a haircut. Gone were his longer locks and side parting, and in its place was a short back and sides with slightly longer strands on the top, tousled into an exceptionally modern style. He looked incredible.
Steve broke the silence between the two, clearing his throat gently.
âYou look beautiful.â He leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek.
âThank you, you look pretty good yourself, you do something to your hair?â Katie teased.
âThought it was time for a change.â he shrugged it off casually as his cheeks warmed. âStill getting used to it.â âIt looks great.â she assured him.
He beat her to her jacket as she reached up to take it off the peg and held it out so she could shrug her arms into it. Once they were in the elevator, he reached out and took her hand and she laced her fingers into his. He glanced down at her, his eyes meeting hers and she flashed him a smile.
Yeah, heâd lucked out, big time.
******
The restaurant was busy but not packed. They were seated at the back in a little booth in the corner. Steve had never had tapas before, but Peggy had explained it to him before.
âSo the idea is we pick, what, three or four dishes?â he asked, looking at Katie
âYeah, theyâre like small portions and you share.â Katie nodded. âAlthough you eat like a horse so we should probably order more.â
He grinned and looked back at his menu.
âYou choose.â he placed the card back down eventually, beaten by the list of items. âI literally have no ideaâŠâ
âAlright.â Katie grinned. âBut you have to try everythingâŠâ
âDeal.â
The waiter returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Katie ordered a large enough selection along with a side order of olives and different breads with dipping oils before flashing the waiter a smile and he scuttled off.
âI think this is normally the part where we ask each other questions,â Steve said as the waiter disappeared. âYou know, get to know each other a bit more.â
âYeah⊠think that ship already sailed though.â
âTrue,â Steve nodded bashfully, there wasnât many things that they didnât know about each other, although as he watched Katie was biting her lip, almost as if she wanted to say something, but at the same time didnât.
âWhat is it?â he asked, reaching out for his drink.
âSomething Nat said beforeâŠâ Katie flushed, caught out. There was no way she was asking that question.
âWhy does this worry me slightly?â He paused, beer raised halfway to his lips.
Katie looked at him and shook her head, the flush continuing to rise up her neck âYeah, Iâm not, itâs not first date conversation.â
He cocked his head to one side. âNow Iâm extremely worried, and a little intrigued.â
âYou really want to know?â Katie cocking her head to one side and when he nodded she shrugged. âAlright, you asked for thisâŠâ she straightened up in the seat as he did the same, bracing himself. âAre you a virgin?â
Steve groaned and screwed his eyes shut. âNo, Iâm not.â He sighed shaking his head before he looked back at her. "After I first got the serum there was suddenly all this attention on me and I didnât really know any betterâŠâ âThere was no one before?â she frowned slightly, almost as if she was surprised.
He shook his head again. âGirls werenât exactly interested in me before hand, Bucky was the one who had the looks and the swag. He had a different girl every weekend. I guess when they finally did start looking at me that way I just, I dunnoâŠâ He stopped and took a breath. âGod, this makes me sound like a right jerk. There werenât that manyâ
Three to be exact. And none of them had been anything to write home about. He got the distinct impression they hadnât particularly enjoyed themselves either, not past the fact they could boast about having bedded Captain America. Plus, he was infatuated by Peggy at that point as well and found he craved the tenderness that was supposed to be associated with the act, not merely the physical bliss. As corny as it sounded, he genuinely wanted someone to be with him intimately that wanted him, not Captain America.
As he watched, he noticed Katie was watching him intently and he swallowed a little as she simply shrugged. .
âWe all have a past Steve.â
âI havenât been with anyone since I came out of the ice.â He added softly, feeling the need to explain that he wasnât that type of man.
âI havenât since Grant.â she eyed him. âOne night stands are overrated.â
âI wouldnât know.â He shrugged, locking eyes with her. âThatâs all I ever had.â
Katie studied him for a moment. She had no idea why, but to learn he hadnât had a girl that way before he became some kind of war time celebrity, and knowing that the ones he had been with were probably chasing nothing but the kudos of being able to say they fucked Captain America, made her kind of sad. No wonder he was always so self-doubting.
She smiled and reached across the table, giving his hand a squeeze.
âWell, personally, I think all those girls that picked Bucky over you were dumbasses. Iâve seen the photos of you before all this happenedâŠâ she raised her free hand and held out her index finger, and gestured up and down his torso. âYou were sweetâ
He chuckled and took a drink of his beer. âYou know I heard that a lotâŠyouâre really sweet and all butâŠâ
âLike I saidâŠâshe leaned back in her chair slightly, âDumbassesâ Steve was aware that her ankle was brushing against his slightly and he felt the warm flush in his cheek at her forwardness, but soon found it disappeared and was replaced instead with simply enjoying the fact she wanted to be so close to him.
As tactful as ever, Katie swiftly moved the conversation on and it took a natural turn to Tonyâs renovation of the tower and then New York in general, how much Brooklyn in particular had changed since Steve had left it behind to go to war.
It was through this conversation Steve discovered that in all the time Katie had spent in New York she had never been to Coney Island.
âMaybe I could take you one day, down to the fair.â He suggested.
âIâd love that.â She smiled and his chest swelled even more.
Their food arrived and they continued to talk. And, considering they had started the date off thinking there wasnât much more to find out about each other, both of them were surprised to see exactly how much trivial stuff there was to learn about the other. For instance, Steve knew that Katie enjoyed baseball but what he didnât know was that whilst Tony was a Yankees fan, she actually supported the LA Dodgers, having grown up in Malibu. Suddenly her teasing about the fact they had moved made perfect sense. And in turn, Katie knew that the Dodgers relocating was a bug bear of his but, since he would rather go into the ice all over again than support the Yankees, he had started watching out for the Mets results, but apparently it just wasnât the same and as such he hadnât been to an actual game since he came out of the ice. Both of them found out the other preferred dogs to cats, cats making Katie sneeze and their ability to hiss and scratch you with no damned warning whatsoever made Steve not trust them as far as he could throw them.Â
âI can just read the headlines now!â Katie chuckled after Steve had added that if he wanted to he could probably throw a cat quite far. âCaptain America killed my Cat.â Steve let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he picked up his beer. âDonât cats always land on their feet?â âI dunno, depends how hard youâre intending on throwing it.â âIâm not intending on throwing any cat anywhere.â Steve shook his head âAs much as I donât like them I couldnât deliberately harm one.â âTony did. Well not deliberately, and he didnât so much harm it as kill itâŠâ âOh you gotta tell me this story!â Steve grinned, leaning forward, topping up Katieâs wine glass from the bottle that was in the ice bucket in the middle of the table.
Katie grinned, âWhen we were kids, the first place we lived in was down this huge, posh road with like 3 other houses on and we had this really eccentric neighbour, Mrs Livesy her name was. She had like 18 cats or something ridiculous and one morning, Tony was reversing the car out of the garage and he flattened 2 of them.â
Steve nearly spat his beer back into his glass. âHe ran them over?â âYeahâŠâ Katie said, and by now she was full on laughing âBut the best bit is, she comes round asking Dad if heâs seen the cats, dadâs got no idea whatâs gone on right as Tonyâs moved the cats and bribed me to keep quiet with the biggest ice cream you could imagine, so dad is all like âIâve got no idea Mrs Livesy Iâll be sure to keep my eyes openâŠâ Katie took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes âSo then Tony comes back, Dad mentions that Mrs Livesy was looking for 2 of her cats and Tonyâs like âhuh, well you know what they say, curiosity killed the catâ and me, being the little shit I was at the age of 4 pipes up âno that was you this morning, remember?ââ
Steve laughed, and watched as she carried on giggling. âHe never forgave me for that, Dad made him go round and apologise. And he had to attend a memorial for Mr Whiskers and BagpussâŠâ
Eventually after desert and a few more drinks it was time to leave, Katie tried to split the meal bill with Steve but one stern look stopped that in its tracks. This was a date, he was paying. Thankfully she didnât argue too much. Steve then asked her if she wanted to go for a drink, she gleefully accepted so he took her hand, gently leading her across the road, holding the bar door open for her. They both sat at the bar, Katie turning her seat so she was directly facing him, the pair of them leaning closer to one another as they talked. And the conversation just continued to flow, as did the odd but subtle display of affection, moving their chairs closer together, her hand on his shoulder. Steve was surprised to find how easy the whole thing was. He had no nerves, no awkward moments. The chemistry fizzled and there wasnât a single moment he was stuck for anything to say. It was for that reason he was disappointed when the bar tender called time and reluctantly stood up as Katie drained the final bit of gin from her glass.
As Steve held out her jacket, his hands gently brushed her shoulders as she shrugged it on, sending a tingle down her spine and the hitch in her breathing didnât go unnoticed. She turned to face him, all green eyes and pink lips, blinking as her eyes locked onto his and before he could stop them, his hands connected at the base of her spine as she moved closer to him, not moving her gaze from his, hand resting on his chest.
âIâd really like to kiss you againâŠâ Steve said, shyly.
âYou know you donât have to ask.â she replied. Smiling softly he leaned down and connected his lips with hers, the kiss growing slightly deeper until Steve remembered they were in the middle of a public bar. He pulled away gently, resting his forehead against hers briefly, blushing like an absolute moron as a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.
âYou know, for someone who said theyâd never taken a woman on a date before Rogers, youâve done amazingly well.â she blinked up at him, grinning.
âThatâs because you make it easy to be around you.â He shrugged, honestly. He took her hand, curled his fingers round hers and made their way out into the street to hail a cab.
All too soon they pulled up outside her apartment block and both of them found themselves wishing the night would never end. Steve told the driver to wait whilst he hopped out and walked her into the lobby, their hands still twined together. There was a part of him that wanted to follow her in, and a part of her that almost invited him to, but they both wanted to do this right, take their time.
âI think now is the part where Iâm supposed to ask you if you had a good time.â Steve turned to face her as they stopped by the elevator door.
âI did.â
âAnd if youâd go out with me again?â âI already said I would, Coney Island remember?â she replied cheekily, leaning closer to him.
âI meant before that.â Â He rolled his eyes.
âIâd love too.â She muttered, and then his lips were on hers again and they were kissing, exactly where they had left off in the bar, only this time they were alone. Steveâs hand snaked into her soft hair, angling her head slightly and she parted her lips, their tongues tangling easily as once more the fireworks erupted deep in Steveâs belly.
âAlways leave âem wanting more StevieâŠâ Bucky said, nudging him on the arm, winking as they crossed the fairground towards the girls âThatâs the trickâŠâ
Steve couldnât stop himself from smiling he pulled back. Their night was at an end, it was a perfect place to leave it.
âI really did had a great time tonight, thank you.â Katie whispered as he pressed his forehead to hers, giving her lips another quick peck before he stepped back a little and she reached into her bag for her key card, pressing it to the pad by the elevator.
âMe too.â He smiled as the elevator doors opened. She stepped inside, turning to face him and flashed him another grin.
âNight Stevie.â
âNight, Sweetheart.â He replied as the doors shut. With that, he turned round and grinning to himself he walked back to the cab. Date 1 down, and it had been a roaring success.
**** Chapter 6
**Original Posting**
#stark spangled banner#steve rogers#steve rogers x ofc#steve rogers x original female character#katie stark#chris evans#chris evans characters#mcu#mcu fanfic
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Heyyyy so guess whoâs not dead! Anyway, for anyone thatâs interested, Iâve decided that Iâm not posting ongoing works until Iâm done with them then will post as Iâm editing. Sorry! However, I do have an excerpt that I like a bit that can stand alone, so here it is! Also, despite the sexual nature of the initial conversation, this is pre-starker and isnât really much about sex.
Minor background info: Tony has come back from the dead and is still with Pepper but theyâre having issues. Meanwhile, the Starker bromance is developing and they hang out quite a bit. Â
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âSpit or swallow?â Peter asked out of the blue as they sat on the couch watching reality tv.Â
Tonyâs eyebrows were about to climb right into his hairline. âExcuse me?â
âSpit or swallow?â he repeated, over enunciating. âWhat are your thoughts?â
âJust to be clear, weâre talking aboutâŠâ Tony trailed off slowly.Â
âYou know, bjs. Blowies. Iâm sure youâve gotten one once or twice,â Peter said with a roll of his eyes, tossing several pieces of popcorn into his mouth.Â
âYeah, might have happened on a rare occasion,â Tony responded dryly. âWell, honestly I can take it or leave it on the receiving end, doesnât make that much of a difference to me.â
Peterâs head tilted back and forth, considering, before shrugging.Â
âWhen giving though, I generally donât like either. Donât get me wrong, I love going down on people and making them feel good, but I prefer if they donât finish in my mouth. Obviously Iâve done it before and may very well do it again so I guess Iâd probably say swallow? Itâs already there, so why make a mess?â
Peterâs attention was now fully on Tony, the TV forgotten in the background. Tony glanced over and smiled wryly when he saw his gaping mouth and red cheeks. âWhatâs with the stunned mullet impression? Did you not literally just ask that question? Am I going senile already?â
Peter cleared his throat and turned back to face the tv again. âUh, yeah, I uh I did ask. But I was thinking more on the receiving end - I wasnât expecting you to talk about giving.â
One of Tonyâs brows crept back up. âOh? And why is that? Because you think Iâm a selfish asshole in bed as well or because you think Iâm shy?â
Peter shook his head quickly, not catching the amused tilt of Tonyâs lips. âNo, no of course not! I just didnât know that you, uh, you know, partake, in partners of the, uh, male persuasion?â If Peter shoveled any more popcorn into his mouth after the desperate handful he just shoved in there, he was going to suffocate.Â
âHuh,â Tony said thoughtfully. Had they really never talked about this before? âWell, weird phrasing aside (because that was weird, kid, whatâs up with that?), I thought it was pretty common knowledge that I was bisexual.â
Peter shook his head again, glancing back Tonyâs way. âNope, definitely not. At least not in any of the articles or interviews online. I mean, yeah, there are a few sources that mention the possibility of you not being completely straight, but they all sound like speculation.âÂ
Tony was speechless for a minute. He watched Peter notice the extended silence and seem to realize what he just said, curling forward and burying his face in his hands, ears bright red.
 He finally gathered enough wits to say, âWell, then I guess it was just common knowledge among people who actually know me. SI probably paid off the men I slept with - because heaven forbid the infamous playboy figurehead be seen with a man back in the day. I honestly never paid attention to what exactly was in the press, just made sure I was in it. If Iâd known, I definitely would have been more blatantly obvious.âÂ
He was quiet again for about five seconds before he pulled his leg up on the couch and fully turned towards Peter. âIâm sorry, I tried, but I canât just let this go. I knew you were a big fan, but sounds like youâve really done your research, Pete.â He couldnât drop the shit-eating grin on his face.Â
Peter flopped all the way forward, shoving his face into his knees, groaning. âCan we not do this?â he whined. It only took another ten seconds of pointed silence before Peter broke. âUgh, okay, so I may have had a crush on you when I was younger,â he admitted. âA teeny tiny, definitely not life-consuming, crush.â
Tony laughed. âAnd when was this?âÂ
âI donât know, it started when I was like 13 probably.â
âAnd you thought you should google my sexuality to see if, what, you had a chance with the guy four times your age that youâd never meet?â Tony didnât think heâd been this amused in a long time. Â
Peter sat back up and peeked at him just to throw him a glare. âYes, because thirteen year olds are so logical, especially when it comes to hormonal urges.â
âNever would have pegged you for being into older men.â
âReally? Because most people arenât surprised - I apparently just radiate âtwink with a daddy kinkâ,â Peter said matter-of-factly.Â
Tony choked, coughing loudly. âIâm sorry, did you just, in a roundabout way, call me a Daddy? In a way that has nothing to do with my daughter?â
âI- can we talk about something else now?â Peter squeaked.Â
âThat...is probably a good idea,â Tony agreed, feeling his own cheeks heat.Â
They both stared very intently at the TV, trying to think of anything else.Â
After a while, Peter spoke up. âWhy would you do it again?â
âWhat?â Tony asked, confused.Â
âSorry, Iâm back on the spit or swallow question,â Peter explained.Â
Now it was Tonyâs turn to groan. âI thought we were talking about something else.â
âYeah, something thatâs not my personal and very embarrassing past. Now that I have the question, I canât think of anything else.â
Tony rolled his eyes. âFine. So why would I do what again, exactly? Give a blow job?â
âWell, I mean, that too, considering that youâre still with Pepper and Iâm 99.9999% sure she doesnât have the right equipment for that. But I was talking about spitting or swallowing. Why would you do either? You said you donât like it.â
âRelationships are about compromise Pete, even in the bedroom. And I donât hate it when Iâm in the mood for it.â
âWhat a ringing endorsement,â Peter said flatly. âYeah, thereâs gotta be some compromise, but that should be more along the lines of maybe trying new things that you may not have done on your own but are open to. Doing something you definitively, straight up donât like in bed should not be one of them.â
Tony looked at Peter, perplexed. âI...donât even know what to say to that. When did you become an expert in this?â
Peter shrugged. âYouâd be surprised how much of my time as Spiderman is spent just lending an ear when people are having a hard time. And sex and relationships come up a lot because I guess itâs easier to talk to a random person in a mask than to someone you know. I try to just listen and not to give advice most of the time, since Iâm not an expert and everyoneâs situation is different, but sometimes people are in circumstances that are dangerous, emotionally and mentally. So I took a couple relationship health and psychology classes my freshman year in college and read up on some of these things to know what to say.â
Tonyâs heart warmed, hearing how earnestly Peter wanted to help people. He smiled softly. âNever thought youâd use that on Tony Stark, did you?â he joked.Â
Peter scoffed. âPlease, you were like, the poster child for a lot of these issues. I like to think youâve finally gotten wiser in your âold ageâ, but Iâve mentally given you several high-handed pep talks.â
Tony was taken aback. âOh? And what was the subject of these pep talks?â
âMostly self-worth and your complete lack of it.â
Tony chuckled again. âWell maybe you havenât heard, but I actually have an unrealistically high opinion of myself, kid.â
âYeah, do you think that if you keep talking about it loudly enough, you might start believing it?â Peter asked, eyebrow raised.
âExcuse me? I am one of the richest, smartest people on the damn planet. I single-handedly created a superhero while a prisoner in a cave. I created clean energy that can power the planet and Iâm pretty sure Iâm damn close to being able to end poverty,â Tony rebuked, getting irritated.
âI know, so why do you still feel like itâs not enough?â Peter asked with a shrug, pointedly not looking at him. âAll those amazing accomplishments, things no one else would be able to do, but how often do you think about that instead of the few mistakes youâve made?â
Tony crossed his arms. âGet out of my fucking head, kid,â he grunted.
Peter turned to him with a grin. âYou think I should change my degree plan and become a shrink?â
âDefinitely not. Youâre pretty much done anyway and I need you in my labs, not consoling lunatics like me.â
Peter reeled back exaggeratedly. âYouâre quite presumptuous, Mr. Stark, assuming Iâll be working for you.â
âYouâd better,â Tony insisted.
âIs that a threat?â Peter asked cheekily.
âDefinitely.â
Laughing, Peter settled back into the cushions and resumed his popcorn eating.
After several minutes of watching TV in silence, Peter turned back to Tony. âYou know I still think youâre just as amazing as you try to say you are, right?â
Glancing at Peter out of the corner of his eye, he shook his head at Peterâs earnest expression. âNo clue why,â he said wryly. âBut yeah, I know. Thanks, kid,â Tony said, smile soft as his hand came up to grip the back of Peterâs neck before pulling him into a hug.
Tony cleared his throat and sat back before saying gruffly, âNow shut up and watch...whatever the hell it is youâre making me watch.â
Peter snorted but kept his mouth shut. And as he settled more comfortably under Tonyâs arm, his back pressed up against Tonyâs side as Tonyâs arm draped across Peterâs chest, Tony had to wonder if this is one of the things Pepper had been talking about.
But as he felt the warmth of Peter pressed against him, felt the soft rise and fall of his breathing, felt the proof that Peter was alive and safe, Tony shook away the thought.
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So Iâm starting to see a pattern - I tend to write like hell during the fall and winter and not during the summer at all. So apparently I have an off-season lol. Hopefully the pattern continues for the next few months and I can get a few projects finished!
#starker#pre-starker#starker endgame#fic#ficlet#yadds writes#idek#im so out of practice tagging#and i just don't care right now
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The Covenant: Top Anon

Pogue Parry x Reader
Word Count: 2,288
Summary: You have a loyal follower who comments on every post under your food blog. Just who is your favorite follower and why is the new grocery boy kinda cute too?
It was a new year and the start of a new you. Well, that is, a you who was trying new things.
In the past, you always made resolutions, but that spirit ran out before the month of January was even done. But after the particularly rough time of the past year, you swore that this time would be different, that you would make a serious effort to do something new.
It was that determination that led your current situationâyour kitchen countertops were covered with ingredients and cooking utensils, your cell phone resting on a near by tripod for filming purposes.
The goal for this year was to try running a blog, and since you were a bit of a foodie, it made a lot of sense to center the blog around cooking and food. The idea came to you quickly; the hard part was deciding on a name, which took a while.
Eventually, you settled on The Foodiest. Naming was not one of your strong suits, but it was enough to get the point clearly across to potential viewers.
Choosing the layout design was on the same level of easy as deciding and didnât take more than a day or two to implement on your site. Thank goodness for the existence of pre-made layout templates that saved you the effort of having to code everything yourself. Â
With of the work on that end finished, the day had finally come for you to actually cook something to post about. Seeing as how January was a cold, winter month, you chose to make mashed sweet potatoes. Not only was it one of your favorite winter side dishes, it wasnât hard to make either, giving you the confidence that even if your writing was lackluster, at least the food would look good.
Most of the blogs you were familiar with used a combination of text and photos for readers to follow along with, but you were going to try video in place of images. You sometimes struggled to copy based on what was shown in the photo, especially when you first started cooking, so you hoped video would make it easier on budding chefs who came across your content.
Luckily, the video would be sped up and lapsed for the final post to spare people from having to watch the monotonous parts in full length.
Hands on your hips, you surveyed everything one last time to make sure it was all ready. With a satisfied nod you reached forward to tap the large, red record button on the phone. Â
You debated whether or not to talk while filming but decided against it. You were nervous enough posting to the blog without having the added stress of talking.
Everything happened in its regular order: you started by peeling and chopping the potatoes, a basic step, but you took your time doing it, paranoid as ever that you would cut yourself with the knife. Next you boiled the bright orange chunks in a pot of water; then put them in a mixing bowl once they were cooked. And finally used an electric mixer to blend it all nice and smooth, adding in milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon. Â
Swiping your pointer finger through the finished product, you hummed with delight at the delicious, sweet taste. You pulled out a presentable bowl from the cupboard and spooned some orange fluff into it for the final reveal. Reaching blindly towards the far end of the counter you grabbed a bag of pecans to top off the mashed sweet potatoes. You scrutinized it and added more pecans for good measure.
Doing something in front of a camera was very different than doing the same thing on a normal day. Tension leeched out of your shoulders and you exhaled loudly with your head leaned back. A sense of pride warmed your chest, especially as you returned your gaze to the picturesque bowl. It looked great and tasted even better.
There was a large portion of leftovers because the recipes you used were collected from family and meant to feed small armies of people. You did your best to eat what you could and made plans sharing the rest with friends and coworkers later.
A few days after you published the post, you decided to check the stats on your account dashboard to see what the public response to it was, if there was any at all. Google analytics was useful for counting the total number of views it received while the blog site itself tracked the likes and⊠a comment?
Initial shock gave way to a bolt of excitement that had your fingers tingling with energy. You clicked to read it, wondering what it may say. Fingers crossed it was something good, whether it came in the form of a compliment or some constructive criticism.
Anonymous: wow good job
The chair creaked as you sat back slowly. You didnât know how to read that, there wasnât a whole lot to go on. Wow good job, said sarcastically? Wow good job, said excitedly? It didnât help that the commenter didnât believe in using punctuation either. And since it was submitted anonymously, there was no easy way to track down who sent it.
But maybe you were being too paranoid about it. You decided to take it as a compliment and cracked your fingers before firing off a response.
Foodiest: Thanks anon! I had a lot of fun with this dish. Hope you tune in for the next one :)
Anonymous never followed up with that particular exchange but they commented on every post without fail for the next two months.
Anonymous: nevr had white chili before it was good
Anonymous: the stuffed pepper were good
Anonymous: good call with the shrimp
Of course, all of the messages were sent as anonymous, so there was no 100% guarantee that it was the same person, but your gut feeling told you that it was. Who else had no respect for grammar rules and religiously used âgoodâ as their only descriptor?
You grew to expect, and enjoy, the weekly comment left by anon and made sure to leave a nice response in return. It was hard not to feel a connection to someone who took the time to try your recipes and leave a nice message. If only you could figure out who it was or at least have a name for them besides anonymous.
Foodiest: Iâm glad you liked the recipe! My gramma swore by mayo when making grilled cheese. Thanks for always liking my stuff, if you ever want to talk more feel free to message me!
There. Maybe that would make them feel comfortable to give you their name you thought as you powered down your laptop for the night.
You spent the next couple of days leading up to the new post planning on what recipe to cook. Yep. Definitely not hoping for more information about anon.
For this newest post you decided to make some Indian curry, one of your favorites. Even long after you finished cooking, taping, and cleaning, the potent scent of spices was still heavy in the air, like aromatic nirvana that had your mouth watering even with a full stomach.
You tried your best not to refresh the post every few minutes to see if anon commented but it was tough. It turned out that you didnât have to wait long as they left a comment within twenty minutes.
Anonymous: havent cooked this yet but looks good. Never really had indian before so have to go buy the stufff first â po
Anon finally gave up a name! You let out a happy noise and read it again. Po⊠short and to the point, just like all of the previous responses had led you to think about them. There was no time to waste, you hurried to write back, initial typos all over the place as the words out-paced your fingers.
Foodiest: Hi Po! Itâs nice to have a name to put with your words. I would recommend going to an Asian Market for the spices, theyâre more likely to carry them. Let me know how it goes for you :)
Since that conversation, Po and you chatted frequently about the weekly recipe choice, whether or not it looked good and if Po had plans to make it themselves, which they often did. Po seemed to like all types of food; vegetarian, meats, drinks, desserts, even ethnic dishes from places as far off as Bolivia and Morocco.
And the longer you two talked, the more frequent the messaging became. Whereas in the beginning Po would only submit a compliment that you would follow up with a âthank youâ, it had turned into lengthy back and forths that took up a majority of the comment section for each post. More followers joined as the months went by and you hoped that they werenât intimidated by your blatant favoritism but it was just so easy to talk with Po. If you were being honest with yourself though, it wasnât only that it was easy⊠you genuinely liked talking to them.
Every time you made a new post it was difficult to not refresh the page every few minutes to see if they had left a message. And when they did, it was like a shot of electricity straight into the system where your heart would jolt and your face would flood with heat. You were hesitant to say it was a crush given that you didnât know what they actually looked like and the computer screen barrier made it so you were content to define it as friendship.
Pushing those thoughts aside, you grabbed your wallet and keys while putting on shoes so you could make a quick run to the store. You had big plans to make some buffalo chicken wings for the blog this week and you needed to stop by the store to pick up some ingredients that you didnât have, namely Frankâs Original Red for the buffalo sauce and blue cheese for the dip. Being an adult and responsible for your own grocery shopping was a chore at times.Â
Luckily, Winter had thawed out into Spring so there was no need for you to warm up or car or scrape your windows. You just hopped in and drove the four blocks it took to get to the store. The plan was to cross the stuff for the wings off of your list first and then browse around for some good snacks to tide you over for the next week or so. Things were going according to plan until you saw him.
A tall boy wearing an employee apron stood in front of the cracker section, his jaw line and soft looking long hair catching your eye. Then he reached up to the tallest shelf to restock some boxes his arms flexing slightly to show off his heavy biceps and his shirt rode up, exposing deep cut ridges in his lower abdomen. To put it simply, you were starstruck.
He finished with the boxes he had in-hand and went to grab more from the cart at his side when you noticed your blatant ogling. Rather than confront you about it he merely smiled and moved out of the way so that you could get to the brand that you wanted. Choking from embarrassment, you kept your head down and threw a box of Goldfish into your shopping cart, speeding to get out of the aisle and his presence.
The store was a small local business and you frequented enough to know most of the workers there but you didnât recognize this one, meaning that he must be new. What a way to make a first impression on him. Clearly your constitution was no match for his rugged, good looks. Then he was polite enough not to comment on you objectifying him which somehow made you feel even worse about it.
You decided to end the shopping trip almost immediately knowing that you were too spooked to continue shopping lest you run into him again.
You rolled the shopping cart into an open check-out lane and started putting your things on the conveyor for the cashier to scan. It just so happened that you knew the cashierâshe was a middle-aged lady whoâd been at the store for nearly two years. âHi, Y/N. Find everything you needed?â
âHey, Eva. Yes, I did.â You tried to steady yourself. Eva had a notoriously sharp eye and wouldnât hesitate to question you if you looked off.
She left you alone today, engaging in normal chit chat, until she had trouble scanning the bottle of Frankâs hot sauce. Eva frowned when it didnât want to scan and tried again but the bottle slipped from her hands and the neck of it shattered. Eva cursed and huffed, hurrying to throw the bottle into the trash before more leaked onto the register.
âI am so sorry, hun! Iâll get you another.â
âIt was an accident,â you assured. âI can get it myselfâ"
âNot a problem,â she assured you with a wink. She pulled a walkie from her hip and spoke into it. âHey, bring me a bottle of Frankâs Original Red Hot Sauce. Quick.â
You barely had time to don your awkward smile as she talked about how her neighborâs dog kept pooping in her yard when the guy from the cracker aisle walked up behind Eva and handed a bottle of hot sauce to her. She took it and patted his back to get him to move forward.
âThanks, hun. Y/N this is the new grocery boyââ
âPogue,â he interrupted. âMy name is Pogue.â
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Another fic where they know each other but donât know that they do. This time featuring Pogue and his fandom accepted interest in food. I picture him to have bad messaging skills â his fingers struggle with those tiny phone buttons.Â
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//just one bite. sakusa kiyoomi//
Warnings: Blood/Mild Gore. Some swearing
Word Count: 2.2K
Notes: My google search history is W I L D after this, but @nekxrizawa needed some Vamp!Sakusa, so here you go, bby ;-;
(Vampire!Sakusa x Human!Reader)
âIâll only be gone an hour. Go on to sleep, love,â he had whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair from your face. It was late, the only light coming from the soft flickering of the candles and the rays of the moon illuminating his face. The soft gleam of white fangs as lips were eased up into a small smile. You were only left to watch as his coat was pulled on and a long scarf was wrapped around his neck to help disguise him from the townsfolk. A quiet thud of a door closing is the only indication that he had wandered out into the night, a small âplease be carefulâ escaping behind him.
Glass shattering in the main room of your small home yanks you from sleep's embrace. There are soft grunts as a chair is scraped across the floor. You gently move the blankets off your body and tiptoe towards the bedroom door. Your fingers tighten around the nearest blunt object: an unlit candlestick. Excellent weapon choice, Y/N.Â
The door is eased open just enough to get a good view of the cause of the ruckus. The candle is dropped and you throw the door open. Socked feet drumming against the floor with each hurried step towards the man at the table. âSakusa, what happened?â You fret, crouching down to be eye level with your husband.
He gives you a tired smile, fangs shrinking to blend back in with his human teeth. âI told you Iâd be back in an hour.â Small trickles of the sticky red substance ran down the side of his face, dripping onto the shoulder of his now torn coat. Sakusa winces a little as you move your hand up to move his hair away from his eye, fingertips brushing accidentally over a heavy bruise on his cheek. âI guess I need to find new hunting grounds,â he mutters, leaning back to the best of his ability in his worsened state.
âAgain? You just found this one last month.â
âClans already took it over,â he grunts, pushing his hand against his abdomen. It was dangerous to not have a clan to call your own, Sakusa was the perfect example. Constantly having to find new places far enough from the prying eyes of the townsfolk just to get your next meal, moving silently as to not alert your prey or the other vampires undoubtedly in the area. Good grounds were precious and unclaimed ones that werenât an immediate death sentence were hard to come by nowadays. It seemed like every inch of forest around the town was taken by one of the few neighboring clans, but when youâre just alone? Itâs damn near impossible to eat when you need to.
âCome on. You need to lay down and rest.â You reach out your arms to offer him an extra support system, willingly accepted by the injured man. He lets your arm slide around his waist as he attempts the slow hobble towards the bedroom, desperate to sleep this night away.
But, he couldnât ignore it. The pangs of hunger that came and went. The smell of blood, even if it was his own, making his mouth water, his head spin at the delectable scent. It took everything in him not to raise his hand to his lips and lap the blood from his cut knuckles. Itâd been days since his last proper meal and a small rabbit never lasted him long. What he would do for a small snack, anything to soothe him.
You laid him gently on the bed, leaving only briefly to get a wet rag. Sakusaâs fingers dug into the sheets as you used the towel to wipe away the blood from his face. His beautiful features contorted into a grimace of pain at the feeling of you attempting to gently scrub him clean. He didnât even have to see himself to know that your increase in pressure meant that it had stained his cheeks. Thereâs a weak grab for your-
Wrist. The blue vein running up your arm, waving in front of his face. Teasing him. Testing his will. The all too familiar feeling of his fangs poking the inside of his lips returned, a small quiver in the corner of his mouth becoming evident. Just one bite. Thatâs all it would take. One little taste and then heâd be fine. Heâd have enough energy to last him until the morning and then he might be able to see his friend at the butcher shop, see if they had anything fresh in, see if there was any blood. It wouldnât even hurt. Itâd feel like a bee sting. Hell, maybe if he waited until you had gone to sleep, you wouldnât even notice. Your flesh just looked so soft in the low midnight light. He had always wondered, from his very first meeting with you, how good it would feel for his fangs to pierce that beautiful skin. How your blood would look staining his fangs, the crisp metallic taste still on his lips hours after. He finds himself leaning towards you, eyes trained on the vivid vain that contrasted so teasingly against your skin. Just one bite-
What am I doing? He shakes his head free of those thoughts. He promised you that he would stop drinking from humans and you were not about to be his first taste of human blood after years of upholding that deal. He pulled himself away from you quickly, the sudden pain in his side eliciting a gasp from him. Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â You worry, eyes staring into his. Â
Sakusa just hums, waving off your concern. âMoved too fast.â His voice is barely above a whisper, rasping with every word. His head had begun to feel woozy. Between the fight in the forest and his slow, painful trek home, he had lost a lot of blood. Even just from moving from the main room to the bedroom, he had left a small smattering of blood droplets all over the floor. That was going to be a pain in the ass to scrub up tomorrow.
You continue dabbing at the cuts on his face. Every few moments, his breath catches in his throat, eyes shut tight to distract himself from the small sting. Your hand goes down to rest next to him on the bed in an attempt to better support yourself. The sheets are warm, Sakusaâs radiating body heat- You stop. Body heat?
Eyes scan down to your hand and the slowly growing stain of red blood on the white bedsheet. You can feel your heart beginning to thump thump thump rapidly in your chest, head clouding at the sight. Bringing your hand up to examine the bright color, fingers quivering. âSa- Sakusa?â Your voice shakes just as much as the rest of your body. Your husbandâs head is lolled weakly to the side, eyes glazed as the life is slowly drained from them. His chest rises with short little stutters as his breathing grows ragged. Yet, despite everything, thereâs a sleepy smile on his lips.Â
âSakusa! Come on, donât do this. Stay with me, my love,â you whisper, carefully moving layers of clothing to reveal the deep gash on his side. âI need to go find the bandages. Do not go to sleep, do you understand?â Youâre on your feet in a flurry, running to the kitchen, careful to avoid the blood trail. Rummaging through every cabinet to find the cloth bandages and a bottle of alcohol, anything to disinfect the wound. You were finally able to get a good look at the scene around you. Your brain had been fogged with worry, all focus on Sakusa and his health and you had failed to notice the sheer disastrous state that the house had been left in. Mugs that had been left on the table from your evening tea had been smashed to the floor upon your husbandâs rough entrance. Bloody hand prints seemed to be plastered on every single surface. It looks like a crime scene in here.
Sitting back down next to Sakusa, you place your cloth, wet with alcohol, against his wound. The sting brings a low groan from him, body tensing at this new pain. âPlease-â He whispers, weakly trying to move away so youâll just stop. âI canât-â Sakusa gasps as you place the rag back on his side. His mind, so taken over by the burning of the disinfectant doing its job, couldnât even register the hot tears flowing over his cheeks. âStop, please,â he begs, his voice barely audible.
âI know it hurts, sweetie, but, I promise, Iâm only doing this to help you, okay? Youâll get better faster if you just keep pushing through this.â You lean over him, peppering his face with soft kisses. âYouâre doing incredible. Just keep your eyes open, Sakusa.â Â
Thereâs more groans and hot tears of pain. More whimpers and desperate pleas.  âNo more-â âPlease, I canât-â âMy love, st-â You had to stop. It hurt too much to see him in such a state: weak, broken, a sobbing, bleeding shell of the man you loved so much. Â
âIâm going to sit you up so I can bandage you up, okay?â
He nods weakly, letting you pull him into your arms. Sakusaâs head buried itself into the crook of your neck, letting you feel his soft shallow pants against your skin. So . . . hungry. He was so close to all the blood he needed. He could just sink his teeth in so easily. He could eat. Regain strength. Heâd be able to heal his wounds if only he had just a little energy. One little taste wouldnât hurt anything, right? You would understand, right?
You could feel his mouth open against your skin, smiling a little as you anticipated him to place short kisses over your shoulder while you worked. Involuntarily, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more space. The soft graze of teeth against your skin is almost sinful in this situation. âSakusa, youâre making it hard to focus.â
He says nothing, teasing the point of his fangs more harshly on the spot he had chosen, the scent of your blood coursing through your veins most prominent here. He paused, waiting for you to push his head away, ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. But, you never did. You just continued wrapping bandages securely around him.Â
It was a blissful moment, really, when he finally broke through. His first taste of human blood in nearly five years. He forgot just how good humans tasted compared to animals. The sharp metallic carried an extra sensation. He was never able to describe it to you. He had never had anything human that even compared to the taste, but if only you knew just how delicious you tasted. Sakusa pulled his fangs out, eyeing the blood seeping from the two little marks. His tongue darts out before he can stop himself, licking up the stream that had started to creep down your neck. His mouth attaches over the wound, long, hungry drinks running down his throat. Â
You had long since stopped wrapping his wound. The sudden pinch on your neck had made you yelp, but Sakusa didnât notice, too lost in the ecstasy of finally being able to eat. The blood that kept dripping down your neck was not lost to him, enjoying each and every single drop that was pushed up from the wound. With each swallow, he could feel his strength returning to him, the wounds beginning to close as his supernatural healing was finally able to kick itâs ass into gear with the newfound energy. His head had begun to clear, satisfaction coursing through him as his hunger passed. Sakusa pulled his lips away from-Â
His eyes shot open and you were convinced that he was going to fall off the bed at how fast he had scrambled away from you. Embarrassed, he wiped the excess from his chin and stared at you like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. What had he just done? You were going to scream at him. Tell him that he had mere minutes to get out of the house and away from you. He was a monster. He shouldnât be anywhere near you. Â
You can imagine his surprise when he sees you just smile a little. âDid you get enough?â You ask, tilting your head just in case he found himself still hungry.
âIâm sorry. I donât know what I was doing! I was just- I was hungry and I- Iâm so sorry. I shouldnât have done that!â He frets, trying to move away from you. Even in the low light, you could see the red flare up on his cheeks.  Your hand reaches out to caress his face, feeling him try to hide his face in your grasp so you canât see every ounce of embarrassment evident on his features. Â
âItâs okay, my love. One bite isnât going to hurt me. Iâm just glad that youâre okay.â
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Stark Contrasts Chapter Five
Authorâs Note: This is the last installment, in my Tony Stark Fan-fiction. I loved writing this, but I am also happy to see it come to an end. Please, tell me what you think of this. I can only get better. It means the world to me when I get comments, so let me know how this makes you feel. Also, to my artists out there...I promise I donât know jackshit about art, so please dont come for my throat. Everything is purely fictional. German speakers, I used google translate, please tell me if anything is off. I love you guys! Thanks for reading!
Summary: Y/N tries to adjust to her life away from Tony.Â
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut. In that order.Â
Song: I had the song I saw you in a dream by the Japanese House, in mind while writing this.Â
Word Count: 11.2k
Parts: one | two | three | four | fiveÂ
Chapter Title: The Ends of the Universe
Disclaimer: Picture is not mine.Â
Berlin, Germany. Pepper Potts sent you to Berlin. Fucking. Germany. While Berlin was breathtakingly beautiful, and to your surprise very diverse, you knew nothing about it. Nothing about the way of life there. Nothing about the people. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. Scared, would still not do your emotions justice. You were in a place you had made no preparations for, as well as no thoughts of ever visiting. But you guessed that was the point.Â
Tony would never look for you here.Â
Six months. Thatâs how long you would be here. Pepper had taken care of everything. The rest of the semester and classes that you were enrolled in before you left, were now moved online. It was that or completing them the next semester. Usually, your university required students complete all prerequisite courses before they took on any internships within their respected fields. So how Ms. Potts got your Dean to agree to such an outlandish change of pace for one of her students, you would never know. What she achieved was unprecedented. That was when you learned quickly to never underestimate her.Â
Six months. Thatâs how long you would be away from Tony. Well actually, the idea, as Pepper calls it, is that you two will have moved on from each other by the end of it all. You werenât even supposed to contact him when your time was up here. In fact, as long as you were in Germany, you were not to contact anyone you knew.Â
Pepper had assured your family and friends of your well-being ahead of time. No they could not know of your location, nor contact you, but they were ensured that you were safe. It took some heavy convincing on her part to get your family to agree, but ultimately they did. In their eyes, they were supporting what was best for you.Â
Nao, on the other hand, was not keen on just letting you leave the country. Though your friendship had less than a few days to develop, she became very protective over you. She felt that your leaving was downright bullshit as well as unfair. âWhy should Edward fucking Stark, get his happy ending?â She spat. She was also not as willing to trust Pepper as you were. But because you had already made your decision to leave, you entrusted her with the secret of your hidden twitter account. No one, save yourself, knew about it. You agreed that you would regularly tweet from it, as your way of letting her know you were okay. That was the only reason, she didnât blow the whistle to Tony right away.
Unlike Nao, you had faith in Pepper. You two werenât the closest, but you had an unspoken respect and trust for one another. Pepper, despite every reason you gave her, did not behave in the way that any other woman in her shoes would have. You had broken her sonâs heart by sleeping with his dad, her now ex-husband. Yet here she was, going through all of these hoops for you, just to make sure you didnât ruin yourself. Of course you trusted her.Â
There was one thing she was not truthful to you about however. When she told you the internship was all-expense paid, what she really meant was that she was covering all of it. Your school fees, apartment, food, and any and all luxury items, Pepper would be dishing out the money to take care of it all. While you felt you had no control over everything else, you drew the line there. Though you sort of resented her for her speediness to remove you from States, you refused to let her pay for your mistakes. She had already done so much.Â
Your entire time living with Tony, he never let you pay for anything. This of course meant, you had money saved up from your previous employments. Enough to live comfortably until you could find a job. While Pepper was more understanding than her ex, she still insisted on covering your school fees as well as the first two months on your apartment so that you could focus on school before money became an issue. She even set you up with some extra spending money to get started. âTo have a job, on top of an internship, as well as a full course-load, is too much for any student to bear.â She told you. âI will not set you up for failure, just to prove your smug ass Dean right.âÂ
Once you were settled in, and she felt confident enough to depart, Pepper left you and Germany, wishing you the best of luck. She was in a hurry to get back home before Tony could catch a whiff of where you were, and where she had been.Â
So there you were. In Berlin. All alone, far from home, with no one but yourself to console. That was when the waterworks began. Between Naoâs place and the plane ride here, you didnât have time to process your emotions. Your life, though not the most morally ideal, went to absolute shit in less than seventy-two hours. You didnât care who was looking from the outside in calling you ungrateful. You got to experience the world, and your experiences with Tony alone should have satisfied you.Â
Still, you didnât ask for any of this. He was all you wanted. You would give up all the luxury in the world, if it meant just being with him. But alas, you did not have that choice, so you decided to cry.Â
And cried you did. Your first three nights consisted of tears, and headaches. You barely even ate. It didnât help that Tonyâs face was plastered every where. He was famous, so what did you expect? âHow the fuck am I supposed to get over him, when I canât even escape him?â In fairness, you also didnât make it easy on yourself. A t-shirt of his that you stole, covered your pillowcase. You were scared of the day itâs scent would leave. The new phone that Pepper purchased for you, had his wallpaper on the cover. Of course you later willed yourself to change it, but it took time. You even bought books that he begged you to read for months, just because they reminded you of him. Your entire time in Germany, you were a woman of your word to Nao. You tweeted about him constantly your first three nights, just to feel like your old self again. It was small things that made you feel closer. But small things turned into big ones. You were practically torturing yourself.Â
Where nights ended in crying, mornings began with half-hearted reassurements. âThis is whatâs good for me.â You would chant, to yourself in the mirror. âThis is whatâs good for Tony.â It was now the weekend, and come Monday you would be starting your internship. âThe sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can go home.â
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Starting your art internship sounded dreadful to you now. Before, you were more than excited as you planned it with Tony. Your eyes were starry when you fawned over how rich the art and culture was in France. Of course you would be excited, given that Tony had taken you to France on numerous occasions, as well as taught you some of the language. You were even comfortable enough to navigate the streets of Paris alone. That was more than you could say about Germany.Â
When Monday came, and you left your apartment, you got lost almost immediately. Luckily to you, in Berlin more people spoke English than you thought. So your day was off to a bad start but you could still turn it around. That was your train of thought before it began to pour down raining. The cute, but simple little outfit that you had put together was now drenched. Not to mention your hair; tight coils retreated to your scalp, and makeup ran down your face. You had tried. You really did. You wanted the outside of your person, to deflect what you were feeling on the inside. Too bad the universe had other plans.Â
You were still determined to complete your first day. So you continued on to the location that a kind stranger gave you.Â
It sounded right, because soon you were standing in front of the soon-to-be art gallery that you would be interning at for the next 6 months. You were to shadow an art-curator, with the hopes of teaching it one day. Sure becoming an art professor wasnât very fulfilling financially, but you loved art so you didnât care.Â
You walked into the magnificent glass structure, with high ceilings and tall windows. Your strides made wet squelching sound, as you stepped from the outside concrete pavement onto the wooden linoleum.
Immediately, a man who seemed to be directing others about the room, turned his attention to you. He almost dropped the clear clipboard he was holding, upon seeing the soaking wet brown girl before him. All he could think of was the damage to the floors you had probably caused.Â
âWie kann ich Dir helfen?â He asked you with a grimace painting his features.
If your confidence wasnât shot before, it was now at a zero as you realized how stupid you must of looked. âIâm sorry I donât speak German.â You apologized.
The man huffed as he switched languages. âI said, how can I help you?â Now you genuinely felt like an entitled American, in someone elseâs country forcing them to accommodate you by speaking your native tongue.Â
âIâm Y/N, and I am here for the Schmidt Internship.â You said lowly. You watched him bring his attention back to the clipboard in hand, flipping harshly through the paper.Â
âYouâre late. On your first day at that. How could you come in here like this?â His words were harsh, but he was right. You were late, and even if you werenât your appearance would have sent off red flags in his head.Â
You had to blink back the water that was forming in your eyes. This was something that you had become an expert at. âI apologize, but I had trouble finding my way here.â
He scoffed âSo not only are you coming up with excuses already, but youâre telling me you havenât even prepared yourself. How are you supposed to retain the necessary knowledge for this job?â
âAgain, Iâm sorry, but I can assure you that this wonât happen again. â
âYouâre right. So go home.âÂ
Your brows jumped to meet each other. âIâm sorry, what?â
âYou clearly donât have what it takes. My clients will eat you up and spit you out within seconds.â He looked you up and down before adding, âAnd if they donât, I will. So go home.â He turned his back to you as if you were nothing, and began redirecting men on where to put certain paintings. Not sparing you a second glance.
Something told you that he was used to making people cry. You almost did, until you realized that you had been crying for the past week, and now you were just angry.Â
âYou can place that Delegado by the window.â You heard him say to two men. You walked up to them to interrupt their conversation.
âActually place it as far away from the light as possible.â You ordered the men who were holding the piece.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â The curator asked.Â
You could feel his scowl on your face so instead of spinning to address him, you furthered your explanation. âThe choice of medium Delgado used is not compatible with the sun. It will certainly drain its vibrancy. But anyone who attended secondary school art would know that.â You sneered, side-eyeing him. Your insult did not fall on deaf ears. His scowl turned into an almost pained expression. You ignored it, and moved on.Â
You walked around the room, as the curator silently, but obviously followed you. âI assume you intend to place a light fixture over this.â You asked him, looking over your shoulder. âIf not, this is the painting you should place next to the window. It will not thrive in the shadows. The artist intended for light to cast on certain areas to reveal hidden figures.â You took your phone out to flash its light against the frame to prove your theory, and almost immediately new elements appeared in the work.Â
You could almost hear the change in features on the curatorâs face. Still you continued your dance around the room, explaining to him pieces of art that worked well with others, and ones that did not.Â
Going up to your next piece, you inspected it closely. âWhen did you purchase thisâ You asked him.
âA few days ago. Why?â He questioned, his tone was now different, almost inviting you to say more. He was now curious about your every word.Â
âBankole, the artist this is inspired by has not sold a painting in years.â You informed him.
âI bought it from a secondhand distributor. So whatâs your point?âÂ
âYou were scammed. The original piece only has seven hooded men. A reoccurring theme in Bankoleâs art. This painting only has six.â
âWell maybe Bankole miscounted.â He suggested, chuckling. It was like he was amused, and it was vastly different from his earlier cold demeanor.Â
âIt also has too many etchings along the border.â You continued. âAnd the signature is misspelled.â
He stayed silent for a minute. He was awestruck. His assistant who had been standing near him, looked up everything you said to fact check you. She whispered a âshe passed, sirâ in his ear, when she could validate your arguments. And thatâs when you realized it was a test.Â
Upon realizing the whole thing was a set up, you relaxed your bewildered eyebrows, and looked down at your feet to smile a smile that screamed âIâve been trickedâ.Â
The curator, as if scared to take his eyes off of you leaned his head to the side to ask his assistant, âCould you please get Ms.?â
âL/Nâ You sheepishly smiled, bringing your eyes back up to meet his.Â
âYes, could you please get Ms. L/N something to dry off with, Hanna?â He asked the girl, returning a smile back.Â
âRight away sir.â Hanna spoke, scampering away to search the buildingâs custodial closet.Â
He offered his hand to you, and broke the silence. âIâm Finn. Finn Schmidt.â
You took his hand, and shook it gently. âWait Schmidt? Does that mean youâreââ
âYes, my family owns this gallery.â He replied as a matter of fact.Â
You mouthed an inaudible âohâ, as you were now embarrassed about your secondary school comment. Thankfully Hanna was back now with a towel to distract you from your growing shame. Changing the subject you asked, âSo is it a German thing to be rude and test your future interns?â
He laughed, eyes lingering on your neck as you dried your hair. âWell its a Schmidt thing to test future interns. As for the rude part, Iâm sorry. I was just a bit upset about something from earlier.â He confessed. âI promise I would have called you back later to apologize.â
âItâs fine. I did show up late and track your floors with rainwater.â You glanced outside, noticing the sky was now as clear as day. Just my fucking luck, you thought. But at least the new found light gave you a chance to properly examine Finn. The events from earlier, blinded you from realizing how handsome he was.Â
He was much taller than you. At least more than half a foot. Chestnut brown locks, thrown up into a messy bun, graced the top of his head. He had honey brown eyes upon first glance, but when the sunlight hit them, they were a brilliant amber. He looked to be close in age to you, but still more experienced; so maybe late 20âs early 30âs you concluded. He was built. Not too muscular, but far from skinny. His beard was immaculate. In fact it looked as if he took better care of it, than he did his hair. Both made him look majestic. He had skin of olive, and it was dewy and radiant; you just knew his skin-care routine was more rigorous than yours. When he spoke, it was gruff. His accent was thick, but he spoke English like he lived in a native-english speaking country for years. He was definitely a man who prided himself in his looks as well as his knowledge.Â
âSo tell me, is it an American thing to ogle at complete strangers.â He smirked at you. You immediately thanked God for blessing you with darker skin, for you felt your blood pool to the apples of your cheeks.Â
âIâm sorry.â You apologized, embarrassed and suddenly intrigued by the ground.
âDonât be. Itâs definitely a Schmidt thing.â He informed you, raking his eyes down your figure. Is he flirting with me? You asked yourself.Â
Now desperate for air, you took in a deep breath to overcome the fluster. âSo, um. Iâm sorry, just to make sure Iâm not getting ahead of myself: your assistant said I passed?â
He cleared his throat, and began rapidly blinking away his daze before speaking. âYes with flying colors.â
âDoes this mean I still have the internship?â
âYes. Iâd be honored to have you. â
You beamed a bright smile. âGreat. Well I hope we enjoy working together.â You stretched your hand out again for him to shake.Â
âAs do I.â He said, grasping your outstretched limb, before bringing your hand to his lips.Â
Oh boy.Â
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It turns out, you two did enjoy working together. Finn, despite your first impression of him, was a major sweetheart, at least to you that is. You didnât know if that reigned true in other aspects of his life, or if it was just because he wanted to sleep with you. Either way, you welcomed his charming nature.
He became your best friend whilst you were in Germany. He was proud of his country, and very eager to show you why. You were dragged from museum to museum soaking in beautiful art. Landmark to landmark, reveling in famous architecture. Restaurant to restaurant, engorging yourselves with famous German cuisines and desserts. He was elated to finally have someone to boast to about his culture. And you were happy to have someone take your mind off of Tony. Temporarily.
As months passed, you still found your mind drifting off as you wondered about him. You dreamed about him at least every other night. But you would still tell yourself, Heâs over me by now. Heâs probably happy Iâm gone. At least I didnât ruin his life.
Finn could only do so much. You were close now, so you informed him of a man who had taken over your dreams. He didnât know who your mystery man was, but he wanted to be him. He wanted to be the one who occupied your mind. He made it clear on numerous occasions too. Spouting to you German phrases that he taught you before hand, revealing his feelings.Â
âIch stehâ auf dichâ. Iâm into you. âIch bete dich anâ, I adore you. The words were beautiful flowing from his lips. But you always feigned ignorance, acting like you forgot what they meant. He could scream his feelings to the sky in your mother tongue, and you would still say something along the lines of âQuit joking around.â Or âYouâre so silly.â
You would be a liar if you said you hadnât thought about Finn in that way. He was sexy, and more than willing to replace Tony. And Pepper, if she were there, as well as your friends and your better sense, would have begged for you to fuck himâŠbut alas, you just couldnât do it.
You two were currently planning the grand opening of his familyâs second art gallery. It was tomorrow night, and it took all of five months, most of your internship to get the museum ready for the public. It would be a formal event, where renowned guests were invited to partake in a cultured but light-hearted social gathering. It was going to be grand, which meant Finn was bugging out.Â
âLydia, have Hanna approve the guest list for me. I need her to make sure, no strays show up.â He said to one of his staff members. He had a group of people following close beside him as he took long strides to his office.Â
âAgain?â She asked.Â
âYes! Again.â He shouted.
She rolled her eyes, before skittering off to find Hanna.
âLuka, have you checked with the caterers to make sure the hors dâoeuvres will arrive by 17:30?â
âYes sir.â The boy squeaked.Â
âCheck again.â Finn ordered.Â
âRight away sir.â
âOliverââ Finn Started.Â
âThe wine has already arrived, sir.â Oliver interjected, feeling quite sure of himself.Â
âSo the Chambertin Grand Cru is here? Great!â Finn began smiling and relaxing a bit.Â
Confusion took the place of certainty on Oliverâs face. âActually sir, I thought you told me to get Richebourg Grand Cru.âÂ
âFuck!â Finn yelled in his native tongue, about to tear a new hole in the smaller boy. That is before you stepped in. You were waiting for him by his door.Â
âYour guests are coming in for the art Finn. Not the wine, nor the food.â
His expression softened when he heard your voice. âOur guests.â He corrected, smiling at you. âI feel you worked harder than me, so they are our guests.â
âFine. Our guests do not care about the damn wine.â You smiled.Â
He chuckled at your playful chide. âYou know you keep me sane right? Youâre my savior.âÂ
âI thought Jesus was your savior.â
âWell youâre a close second.â He smirked, as he let you enter the room before him. You both sat down in close seats, and ran down a list of things he needed to confirm for tomorrow nights events.Â
As you two worked, he decided to start a separate conversation. âHave you decided on whether or not youâre coming yet.â His voice was hopeful.
You sighed, knowing you were about to shatter that hope. âIâve been meaning to talk to you about that. I think Iâll pass.â
âWhy?â He cried, abandoning his previous tasks.Â
âI have nothing to wear.â You informed him. âBesides Iâm a bit beat. I should relax before my exams come up.â
âBut, itâs just one night. And anything you put on will be amazing. Itâs the girl in the dress that makes it beautiful.â As he said the last part, he placed a hand on your knee and caressed it.
You stood to your feet to avoid his lingering touches as well as ignore the look of disappointment on his face. âI canât just show up in any thing. There are way too many important people coming. I would have to make a good impression, and Iâm just not up for it.âÂ
Finn abruptly raised now hovering over you and turning your body to face him. âWhat is this really about?â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked looking at him through an inquisitive lens.Â
âWe both worked so hard on this. This gallery is practically your baby, donât you want to see other people enjoy it?â The pads of his thumbs massaged your shoulders. The act was innocent, but to you it burned to have another man touch you in the way that only Tony should.Â
You shrugged your shoulders to make his arms fall and took a stroll around his desk, placing space between you. âOf course I want to see her success, Finn.â
âThen whatâs stopping you?â He asked, slowly meeting you on the other side, unsure about his actions now.Â
You knew what was stopping you. Finn had to practically beg you to go out with him on regular days, and you would eventually do it to rid your mind of Tony; but this was different. Attending this event reminded you of the ones you, Tony, and Edward would participate in.Â
While you were Edwardâs plus one on paper, it was really Tony who you would move through a room with. He would introduce you to some of his friends in high places. You two would have riveting conversations about the world and art. By the end of it all, you would ditch Edward (which wasnât hard, because he was usually the one to ditch you guys) to sip expensive ass champagne until you passed out the next day in some hotel room you had no memory of entering. This event screamed reminders of your past life. And your past love.
âI donât know.â You lied. But Finn knew you were lying. He also knew what, or rather who, was stopping you.
He sighed, and gazed at you before speaking again. âIs this about your ex?â
You were curious as to why he asked about Tony when the conversation had nothing to do with him. âWhy do you ask me that?â
âBecause it always seems to be.â He came to stand directly before you, now more sure of himself.Â
You could admit your tone of voice changed as you said your next line. âWell itâs not.â
âWhen are you gonna get over him?â Finn asked, ignoring your words as well as ignoring the defensive tone they were laced in.Â
âI am over him.â He made you feel small, so you straightened your posture to appear more intimidating, a sharp scowl now decorating your face.Â
âNo youâre not. Youâre still depressed about him.â He sounded a bit annoyed now.Â
âI wouldnât say Iâm depressedâŠâ You cooed, trailing off a bit with your thoughts. Am I depressed? And if I am, do I really wear it for the world to see?
Worry etched itself into your expression, which made Finn say, âYouâre too young for this. And youâre too beautiful. You shouldnât be worried about a guy who isnât even here.â Finn stated. You thought that what he was saying wasnât fair, because he didnât even know the full story. âI can help you get over him.â
He made you blink rapidly at his words. âWoah Finn,â Finn continued his case.Â
âJust let me take your mind off of him. I promise iâll be worth it.â he was always forward, but never this forward.Â
âFinn stop.â He was now closer to you, cornering you between himself and his wall. His office felt much smaller now.Â
âI like you Y/N, and not just as a friend.â He was now just a breath away, so you threw your arms in between the two of you, only for him to lightly grip your wrists.Â
âFinnââ You were cut off by his lips, as they stole a soft kiss from yours. You immediately broke the connection by looking down, brushing the area he just touched with your fingertips. Finn looked at you expectantly, face flushing as he realized what he just did. He dropped his hands from their positions on your wrists and stepped back.
âY/N, I-Iâm so, sorrââ
âIâm late for my other job now. Iâll see you Monday.â You hurried out, as you circled around him to leave the room before he could say another word.Â
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Your entire shift at your neighborhood cafe, felt like a blur. You chose to work at a cafe for similar reasons to the ones at home: the rustle and bustle of the world made you feel calm, and like your problems were small. But now all you could think about was Finn.
He was right, you were still hung up on Tony. In your defense, five months didnât seem like enough time for you to move on from a relationship that shifted your entire being. But they did say, to get over one man, you should get under another one. And Finn, was a man that you would have been attracted to under normal circumstances.Â
He was handsome. Articulate. Cultured. Kind. He was the type of man, who could move a room just by walking in it. But he wasnât Tony. That fact alone was how you knew you were beat. If you could pass up an amazing man, for one you couldnât even have, then you were crazy.Â
He smelled of ginger, and he tasted like cinnamon for those fleeting moments that he held you. You thought to yourself that you could do worse. You werenât supposed to be with Tony anyway, so what was the harm in being with a man who was begging for you to use him?
The harm was, that you werenât that kind of a girl. And you didnât wanna hurt him.Â
I am making this harder than it needs to be. You thought to yourself, as you walked into your apartment building. Your decision to go to the galleryâs opening became a hell of a lot easier, when your doorman greeted you with a package. You hesitantly thanked him and took the elegant box, before walking up to your flat.Â
Setting it down on your counter to rid it of its satin pink bow, you freed the top cover and unraveled the tissue paper. Underneath all of the wrapping was a sparkly rose gold material. You pulled it out to reveal a ball gown, that looked as if it was made specifically with a princess in mind. The puffy skirt of the gown had a large slit in it and it was made of a sheer, almost see-through fabric. Glitter ran throughout the entire dress, but where it was most prominent was the bodice. The straps were off the shoulder, and they connected to a deep plunge a few inches below the neckline. It was beautiful.
Your first thought was to anger. The dress looked like it cost him a fortune. You felt obligated to thank him, but you were also mad that he spent money on you as a form of apology. You hated when people just gave you things. It instantly made you feel like a burden.
But then your second thought was one of guilt. Leaving him so quickly, must of made him feel terrible, and that fact helped you swallow your anger. He really liked you, and you could at least show up to the gallery to support him. After all, you were still friends.Â
You just silently prayed you wouldnât regret going.Â
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Cool air nipped at your bear arms and chest as you made your way through the night. The wind caused cold tears to fall from your eyes, and your fingers felt like icicles. You knew it would be cold tonight as winter transitioned into spring, but you didnât anticipate it this much. You didnât have a proper shawl to sit across your shoulders that matched your dress, so you sucked it up and power-walked to the gallery. It definitely felt nice to step into the buildingâs warm and inviting embrace.You instantly felt your cheeks warm up as you stood in the middle of the entryway.
The event was in full swing by the time you arrived. You were instantly surrounded by laughter, and chatter, as rich people debated amongst themselves about the intent of certain pieces of art. Beautiful melodies filled the air, as classical music played softly in the background. The ambience was warm despite the cold night air peering through the high glass ceilings. You thought it was nice, how even though the building was so well lit, you could still make out the faint glow of stars above you.Â
Being an observant person who could easily meld into the background, you thought the sight before you was beautiful, and you immediately felt regret grow smaller in the pit of your stomach.Â
You searched the crowd, trying to seek out Finn and thank him for urging you to come, as well as for the dress. You found him at the top of a balcony, chatting up one of his guests. You swallowed your uneasiness as you made it up in your mind to confront his and your feelings. Maybe I could give him a try because he really is a nice guy. That was your train of thought as you made your way up to him. I could learn to love him. You thought. If it doesnât work out, I still have home in just a month.Â
As you got closer, and closer to him, you thought of Tony, and immediately froze in your tracks. You felt guilty for even thinking about someone else before you were over him. You were disappointed in yourself, for your readiness to use one man, in order to get over another one.
You were about to turn around and forget about the entire event, before Finn caught your gaze. He stopped his chat with the man in front of him and excused himself to walk over to you.Â
You looked like a gapping fish out of water as he approached you. Finn was always so well put together. Seeing him in a tux, only made him appear more intimidating. He somehow made you, with your dress, naturally done makeup, and beautifully pinned up hair, feel small. Little did you know, he felt smaller. Â
âY/Nâ He started, almost at a loss for words. âYou look beautiful.â
To save face you forced yourself to speak, opting for the playful banter he had come to love. âWhy are you acting so surprised?â You sheepishly smirked.Â
âWell I didnât think you were coming.â He beamed. He was relieved to know you werenât still mad at him.
âI couldnât just waste this.â You said referring to your dress, grabbing a fistful in each hand to lift it and emphasize your point.Â
Finn bought his eyes over you, basking in your beauty. âYou look darling in that. But I thought you said you didnât have anything to wear.â
You furrowed your brows at his words, smile faltering. âI didnât, until youââ
âFinn! Over here darling, I want you to meet someone.â His mother called to him in english, gesturing to a well-dressed attractive woman.Â
âOkay.â He replied to her before bringing his attention back to you. âStay right here. Donât move I mean it.â He floated off, abandoning you and your confusion.
Why was he acting so oblivious?Â
You felt moments pass as Finn worked himself around the room. You watched him as he drifted from person to person, seemingly forgetting about you. He was in his element, and you were happy to see him happy.Â
Leaving him to do his own thing, you walked down the stairs deciding to occupy yourself by people watching. That was when your emotions began to overwhelm you again. You leaned against a wall, newfound glass of wine in hand, trying to drown out the noise around you. Everything seemed to remind you of Tony Stark. The rich men in their suits. The stimulating discussions. Even the drink between your fingers, reminded you of him. Now too encapsulated with your thoughts once again, you turned to the wall behind you, immersing yourself into the art. The sad girl in the painting, derided you, as you met her eyes. She was pretty, and like you she felt alone. At least we can be lonely together you thought, scoffing at the idea.Â
âWhy that frown, everyone in here knows youâre prettier than her.â Your heart sank, as you turned to the side meeting the face of the familiar voice.Â
âTony?â You exhaled, blinking rapidly as if your eyes were playing tricks on you.
âIn the flesh.â He smirked down at you. You threw yourself into his open arms, as he wrapped himself around you. You felt him kiss the top of your head, then your temple, as you inhaled his scent; it had been such a long time since you had even done that. Your drink spilled on the floor behind you, and the look of shock you received from a nearby stranger made you feel deranged. It didnât matter, how crazy you looked, Tony was here and that was all you could care about.Â
Pulling back from his embrace, you felt your words form at the back of your throat unable to bring them out. âWhat are you doing here?â You managed to ask.Â
âYou know I could ask you the same. Berlin? Was all that French I taught you, for nothing?â He joked, holding you in place.Â
You were becoming blurry-eyed. You terribly missed his wittiness. âHow did you find me?â Though you were happy, you couldnât help the tears that streamed down your face.Â
Tony wiped them away with the pads of his thumb, âFirst. Dance with me.â He reached a hand between the two of you, willing you to take it.Â
âThis isnât that kind of an event Tony.â You chuckled.
âWho cares? I need to hold you.â His words made you tear up again. You soon became a sobbing mess, and those around you shot him dirty looks for making you cry.Â
âPrincess.â Tony cooed, sending apologetic nods to random people as he tried to comfort you. âYouâre making a scene.âÂ
You ignored him, and kept silently whimpering, gradually growing a bit louder, as your face contorted further into a frown. âYouâll ruin your makeup.âÂ
Still crying you began dry-heaving as you chocked between sobs. âAlles ist gut.â Tony assured strangers, informing them that all was well.Â
âYou know German?â You squeaked between sobs.
âWhen I found out you were in Germany, I learned a bit on the plane ride here.â He grabbed a napkin from a passing by waiter, as he told you this.Â
âSo you learned German for me?â You sobbed louder, causing more people to look over.
âY/N, baby please stop crying.â Tony pleaded. âPlease stop."
You sniffled and began wiping your eyes, smearing your mascara in the process. He used his napkin to wipe away the excess mess on your face. âNow can we please try this again?â He asked holding his hand out. You took it, and he lead you to the center of the room.Â
Now the attention was as a result of the spectacle in front of them. First a girl practically pours her expensive wine on the ground. Then starts crying. And now she and her beaux are dancing in the middle of the gallery. How unhinged you must of looked in the eyes of a stranger.Â
Tony couldnât be more in love with you. He held you close, one hand clasped with yours, the other resting on your lower back as he gazed into your eyes, mesmerized by your existence. You two swayed back and forth, ignoring the judgmental stares and whispers. Eventually others gained the courage to join in, inspired by the silly Americans of the room.Â
He broke the comfortable silence first. âI see you like the dress. You make it look beautiful.â
âYou bought this for me?â You exclaimed smiling. It made sense now, how else would the measurements be so perfect?
âOf course I did. Who else would?â He asked with a single raised brow, his signature âyou better tell me, or youâre in troubleâ expression.
âMmh, hmm, Mmh.â You mumbled shrugging your shoulders upwards. Of course that was a lie, but you would tell him later.Â
He decided to address your lie later as well. He changed the subject for now. âSo why Berlin? Why not London, or Italy? Italy was you second choice, you loved Italy!â Â
You giggled at the amount of times he said Italy. He bathed in the sound. âGermany was the first place Pepper could arrange on such short notice. Besides, we thought you would never think of looking here.â
âI would search the ends of the universe for you.â He said, face and tone all of a sudden serious. You inspected him for a minute, heat rising to your cheeks, before you both cracked a smile.Â
âYouâre so fucking cheesy.â You laughed.Â
âI thought you loved it when I act cheesy.â He expressed, mocking fake hurt.Â
You smiled and kissed his chin, ignoring his dramatics, opting to be enveloped by the silence. You were calmed as he rocked you in his arms, pulling you as close as he could. His large warm hand on your exposed lower back felt like home. You two fit together like puzzle pieces, and you were happier now than you were the first time you kissed. Now you werenât in secret. You were out in the open, as you experienced a new first in your relationship.Â
You broke the silence this time, as you laid your head on his chest. âSo how did you find me?â
âTonysbitch99 Y/N? Come on, Iâm a fucking genius, and Iâm not exaggerating. Your last tweet led me hereâ
Your head shot up so you could question him. âWait. So you went out on a fucking whim?â
He laughed at your outburst. "Well actually a blue-haired girl encouraged me to check your twitter account. I found your hidden one on your old phone. That led me to your apartment.â
âNao.â You said in a low menacing tone. You had some words for her as soon as you got back home. But when you thought of home, your mind wandered back to the obstacles in your way. Being so happy to see him, you forgot about Edward. âTonyâ You sighed. âYou canât be here. Edward will find out. And you could lose everything you worked for. Your dreams have to mean something to you.â
âThey do. Youâre one of them Y/N.â He always had a way with words, and just as you were about to protest he cut you off. âI wonât go into details about it, but everything is fine. You can even contact both Edward and Pepper if you donât believe me.âÂ
You believed him. The fact that he involved Pepperâs name encouraged you to. âEnough about me though. You seem to have been keeping yourself busy.â He whispered against the shell of your ear.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked, flustered by his action. He suddenly, but slowly dipped you so that you could focus on where his line of sight was. Your eyes met Finn, who was busying himself with guests, as well as stealing glances at the two of you. As you focused on him, Tony peppered kisses along the heart of your exposed bosom. The gesture forced you to shoot up out of embarrassment. You knew he was marking his territory, but you immediately scolded him.Â
âWho is he?â He asked you, ignoring your tiny hits and reprimands. Once you calmed down, you told him about Finn. âHe hasnât taken his eyes off of us, or should I say you, since my being here.â
You averted your gaze from Tony, and he immediately knew you were hiding something from him. He pestered you, until you told him about Finnâs crush, as well as the shared kiss. By the end of it all, he was sending death glares his way.
âYou should introduce us.â Tony suggested, gravitating towards Finn, before you held him taught.Â
âCalm yourself.â
âWhat did you say his name was again? Finn?â He asked, but he already knew the answer to his own question. âFinn. Finn. Finn.â He repeats, as if the name felt like a bad aftertaste on his tongue. âYou know what? I like it. No, I really do, it fits him, because he looks like a fucking fish.â He spat.
You grinned and asked, âYouâre not jealous are you Tony?â
âAnd what would I have to be jealous of? Did you not hear me say fish?â He questioned.Â
âHeâs a sweetheart. Come on, let me introduce you.â You were about to take his hand to meet Finn, but were surprised to see that he was already making his way over to the two of you.Â
âY/N, who might this be?â Finn asked reaching out to shake his hand. He knew who Tony was, most people did, but this was Finnâs way of acting as if he himself was more important.Â
âTony Starkâ Tony interjected, acknowledging the outreached hand, but blatantly refusing to shake it.Â
 Finn dropped his hand, before speaking again, smile now twitching. âNice to meet you Mr. Stark. Iâm Finn Schmidt.â
âWell thatâs rather unfortunate.â Tony mumbled, loud enough for the both of you to hear.Â
âTony!â You chided, slapping his arm.Â
âWhat?!â Tony cried. âYou heard him say his last name was Shit, right?â
âHe said Schmidt.â He knew that. Tony ignored the glare on your face that demanded he apologize.
The sound of laughter rang in your ears, as you both snapped your necks towards it. Finn must of thought he was funny. âY/N, your grandfather is hilarious.â Finn said, now deadpanning at Tony.Â
Tony looked down at his hands, then at your brown ones, then back up to question the handsome boy. âDo I look like her fucââ
âYouâre right Finn. My boyfriend is pretty funny.â You say, examining his face with a small smile. Your comment shocked both him and Tony. He was happy that you could finally call him that.Â
âNow,â you continued. âIâm a bit tired from these past few weeks. I think Iâm going to call it a night. Enjoy your evening Finn. Iâll see you Monday.â You smiled, as you tugged Tony away.
âGoodnight Fish Shit,â Tony smirked over his shoulder, as you dragged him towards the door. Â
âItâs Finn Schmidt, you idiot.â You corrected, sending an apologetic nod back to your friend.Â
âWhat did I say?â
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Pushing the door open to your apartment, you unstrapped your shoes to place them next to the door, urging Tony to do the same. You threw your keys in a dish, and turned to him to whisper your intentions to go and slip into something more comfortable. He stared at you with a small smile as his response, dark eyes searching yours, while his remained unreadable. The dim light from the kitchen, illuminated his face, making it look intimidatingly beautiful. Or was hauntingly the word?
You suddenly felt nervous, realizing that this was the first time in months since you had been alone together. Handing him back the coat he let you borrow for the walk here, you cleared your throat, and averted your gaze before excusing yourself from the room. Tony relished in the fact that he had reverted you back to your first stage of innocence.Â
Upon your exit, he took a slow stroll around the room. He was careful to take in all that he had missed. Curious of how much you had changed, and how much you stayed the same.Â
Accents of your favorite color were spread throughout the room. You had an open kitchen, and the living room was right across from it. They were both tidied to perfection. You had sleek wooden floors, that looked like they had never been stepped on. Furniture, that looked like it had never been sat on. A stove, that looked like it had never been turned on. Your place was nice, but he could tell you were rarely home.Â
The walk here, you told him of your job on top of your internship, and school.You didnât complain about it. In fact, you appreciated the chaos, and constant busyness. But he hated that you worked like a dog just to make ends meet. There was now all this time he would have to make up for, by spoiling you.Â
He bent over to examine the books on your shelves. Some were new. Some that he had suggested. But what he searched for were the ones you would spend your summers rereading, as if the words would leave the page; desperate to memorize every letter.Â
He moved on, now curious about your smart TV. What new shows were you watching? Did you still love the ones he remembered to be your favorite, or did new ones take their place?Â
He picked up the candle on your coffee table. The scent of honeysuckle assaulted his senses. It was much different from your usual vanilla. He sat it down to continue his journey to your kitchen.Â
He raided your pantry, your cupboards, and your fridge to see if you had been taking care of yourself. The contents were scarce, and he had to remind himself to scold you later.
âAre you hungry?â You asked smiling, grasping the hallwayâs entry frame. You were wearing an oversized ash gray shirt whose front was tucked into a pair of frilly pink shorts. Your previously pinned hair now fallen was framing your cheeks, as stray pieces were pushed behind your ears. You removed all of your ruined makeup, and the result left a sheen of dew on the surface of your skin. If he thought you looked surreal at the gallery, ethereal was the word heâd use now due to your natural glowing state.Â
âYesâ He replied. But he was getting full off of your appearance alone. There was no need for useless human sustenance. The way you looked was enough.Â
You came into full view, grabbing a glass from your cupboards to pour yourself some water. âWell Iâm afraid youâre not gonna find anything here.â You took a sip, offering him some. âBut itâs not too late. There are still restaurants open.â
He reached for the glass in your hand, but instead of taking it, he placed his hand over yours to make you feed him sips of water. He eyed you over the rim of the glass before setting it down to say, âIâm full now.â
You swallowed hard, walking to sit on a stool on the other side of the island. Tony fell backwards directly in front of you, letting the cabinets behind him catch him. He drank you in with his eyes, as you felt yourself shrinking under his scrutiny.
âWhat?â You questioned, shy from his gaze. He said nothing, and just watched you.Â
After a moment of playing the staring game, you tried to break the silence again. You looked down at the shirt you were wearing to spark a conversation. âIâm sorry I stole your shirt. I needed something to remind me of you. I hope you didnât miss it too much.â
âThe only thing that I missed, was you.â He said after minutes of deafening silence. Is he mad?
Looking down out of guilt you told him, âWell Iâm here now. Tell me how youâve been.â
He felt like your question was a loaded one. Not once did he think about himself while you were gone. He was constantly thinking of you. Iâve been lost. He wanted to say. Iâve been hopeless. I felt helpless not knowing where you were. Not knowing if you were okay. So many things were on the tip of his tongue, but instead he settled for âLetâs just say, Iâve missed you.âÂ
âThatâs not what I asked.â You were genuinely curious about how his life was without you. But Tony looked like he didnât want to explore the subject further.Â
âThatâs how I feel.â He declared, drifting slowly towards you.Â
You decided to continue talking in order to fill the awkwardness. âWell its obviously how I feel too, but I wanna know how youâve been holding up.â You ignored his sudden closeness. âCould you at least tell me how every one is? You mentioned Nao had blue hair? It was pink when we met.â Tony stood silent by your side as you asked your questions. âHowâs Samuel? And Pepper?âAs you rambled on and on, he traveled behind your stool, placing his hands on the chairs bars. His scent began to envelope you, and thats when your rambles became incoherent. If you werenât already nervous before, you definitely were now.Â
He picked up on it, like he usually does, and asked âAm I making you uncomfortable?â in a hushed tone. You felt his breath fan the back of your neck, goosebumps formed on the little parts that were exposed. Your thighs clenched together, as you were suddenly turned on by how he made you feel both small and secure at the same time.Â
He grabbed your chin, lifting your neck upwards and to the side, just before he placed a soft kiss on your lips, the first kiss since your reunion. It was so soft, you felt that he was afraid you might break; or as if you were only a part to a vivid dream. Deepening his touch, he let the fingers that were lifting your chin, trail down the line of your neck. Soft fingertips brushed against your skin, until they collectively found a loose position around your throat. He let his thumb explore your jaw, while his tongue explored your mouth. Soft lips quickly turned into rough ones, as they fought to release every frustration and emotion he felt for the past five months.
When he pulled away, he had the nerve to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, as if he hadnât just tongue-fucked your face a moment ago. âSorry.â He apologized, âIâve been wanting to do that for a while now.â He then walked back to his position by the counter, as if nothing happened, turned to you and asked âSo what was your question again?â Innocence and genuine curiosity etched his features, like the lust, from a moment ago, never existed.Â
Quickly overcoming your fit of fluster, you hesitantly stood to your feet. Tony never took his almond brown eyes off of you, as you seductively sauntered over to him. You had an idea. It was one you rarely thought of. One you never acted on; but if your time in Germany taught you something, it was to go for what you wanted.Â
Now standing directly in front of him, doe eyes boring into his, he shut them as you placed your hands against his chest, leaning in for a kiss. Much like his, it was soft. A feather like touch against his mouth. You barely pulled back to whisper, âfollow meâ against his lips. His eyes fluttered open just in time to see you retreating down the hall.Â
It was now his turn to become flustered, as he felt himself growing hot. He gave himself a moment to cool down, before taking his time walking down the hallway. As he poked his head in every room, just before he came to the last one, he found you sitting comfortably on your bed, stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties. Your elbows were propped up holding your weight, and your leg was crossed against your other as you patiently waited for him to enter the room. Your head was tilted as a seductive smile played on your features.Â
Tony returned the expression, and he was about to dive into you, until you raised your hand to halt his actions. âTake off your shirt.â You ordered.
âExcuse me?â He asked, eyebrows furrowing in amusement.Â
âYou heard me.â You dared. Though your tone was soft, he knew you meant business. He searched your eyes for a moment, not finding his usual hint of submissiveness. So he decided to humor you. He leisurely unbuttoned his cuffs, glancing up at you every now and then. Then he took his time loosening his bowtie, dragging it off of his collar. He went painfully slow as he unbuttoned his bib, leering in your direction as he did so. Making you wait is what would usually break your spirit, and it was his favorite game. But you had learned patience while in Germany, so tonight was your night. You uncrossed your legs and raised to your feet, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to roughly pull him into a kiss. This one was more feverish than the one shared in your kitchen, and it caught him by surprise since he was usually the one to take control.Â
You switched your standing positions with him so that you were now the one facing the bed. As you deepened your kiss, he got pushed further back, until his knees collided with the mattress. You stood between his legs surveying his cherry swollen lips, before you reconnected your mouthes.
You laced your fingers in his hair, breaking your kiss, to harshly tug his head upwards. The guttural groan that escaped his throat, left an ache between your legs, while liquid pooled to the center of your panties.Â
With the newly exposed skin of his neck, you stuck your tongue out to lick a slow stripe from his adamâs apple to his jaw, eliciting a string of curses from Tony. You then placed wet kisses down from there to his abs, kneeling to face his crotch.Â
The prominent bulge, made your eyes widen with anticipation, and mouth salivate from thirst. You fell to your knees, licking your lips, fingers now fumbling with the buckle of his belt. Tony grasped your chin, lifting it to meet your eyes. âY/N, I donât want you to think you have to do this.â
You smiled at him, assuring him that you wanted to, kissing his fingers before going back to your previous tasks. He tensed up when you placed your hand on his thigh, just as the other worked to release his cock. The veiny appendage sprung free, and its size still intimidated you as you struggled to fit it in your tiny hands. Still, you were determined to make him feel good.Â
You wrapped your hand around it, holding his drunken gaze, before stroking him up and down. You placed chaste kisses along the base, until you reached his crown. When you swirled your tongue around his head, Tonyâs dick bucked in your hands, and his large palm shot up to tangle in your hair, urging you to suck. You swatted his hands away, and fixed him with a stare, silently telling him youâd stop if he didnât let you have this. When confident that he learned his place, you wrapped your lips around his tip, lowering yourself further down his shaft, twisting the parts you couldnât fit (which was still a lot.) He was a moaning mess, when his dick hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head up and down his length, mewling when you made him groan. The vibrations from your moans, sent jolts of electricity up his spine, and he struggled to contain himself.Â
Gagging against him, you shot back gasping for air, only a string of spit connecting you. After six more motions like that, Tony shot three thick ropes of cum down your throat. The sound he let out as he came, made the area between your thighs slick.
He usually spewed words of encouragement when you gave him head. âJust like thatâ or âSuck daddyâs cockâ filled your ears as you worked him through his orgasm. But to see him come completely undone, unable to form a sentence, let alone control the situation, had you feeling more than satisfied. His head was thrown back surveying the ceiling before he bought his attention back to you. His face was a soft shade of pink, and sweat covered his forehead; it worked like glue, as pieces of disheveled hair stuck to it. âWho taught you how to do that?â He asked between breaths.Â
âFinn.â You joked, but as soon as you said it, Tony grabbed your arm to yank you to your feet. He grabbed the nape of your neck to pull you closer to his face.Â
âI know youâre just kidding sweetheart, but I donât find that funny.â He rasped in a low tone. The grip he had on your neck caused you to whimper, but you didnât mind the sting. It only riled you up.Â
You stepped back from his embrace, to undo your bra, just for him to yank you back in once it was off. He began kissing between your sternum, dangerously close to the mounds of your breasts. You chuckled at the feeling of his facial hair tickling your skin, but then your giggles turned into moans as his beard created delicious burns across your surface. He reached his hands down to your waist ridding you of your panties. Once you stepped out of them, you pushed him backwards on the bed, to crawl over him placing both thighs on each side of his.Â
He bit his bottom lip at the sight of you, eyes burning with desire, and hands trailing from your thighs to your waist. You grabbed his dick, brushing it against your lips, before slowly guiding it to your entrance. As you sunk down on him, he sucked in air harshly, while you yourself let out a gasp of pain.Â
âYou still fit like a glove, baby.â He moaned out, glowered at you through hooded eyes. His hands tightened their grips around your waist to help you ease yourself onto him.Â
A pained gasp erupted through your chest; the farther you sunk down on him, the further you stretched out. Pleasure began to burn in your loins when you met his end. You threw your head back and planted your palms against his chest, rocking and grinding on his cock at a painfully slow pace. Your clit grazed his base as you did so, encouraging you to pick up your speed. His hands that were previously on your waist, crept up your front to fondle your breasts. You grabbed his wrists to help lift yourself up and down his shaft.Â
The faster you bucked against him, the closer you came to meet your edge. He found his words of encouragement, when he heard your lusty pants of pleasure. âSuch a pretty girl.â He praised. âLook at you go.â He whispered. He watched sweat form against your cupids bow, and your expression contort further into one of pleasure.
Your pace began to falter which is when he placed an arm around your back to sit the two of you up. Using the edge of the bed, he met your hips with his own, fucking into you at a new angle. His pace was faster, and more accurate than your own, which meant with each thrust he his your g-spot head on. His grunts and your pants echoed off of the walls as he sent you barreling towards your orgasm. You shut your eyes, letting the ecstasy hit, as you panted his name, over and over again.Â
Letting the pleasure wash over you, you came to a complete stop, your moans sending vibrations through Tonyâs chest. He didnât stop though, his thrusts were relentless, as he tried his hardest to bury into you. âKeep going.â He ordered you.Â
âI canât daddy.â You whimpered, already fucked out, when you barely even started.Â
âYes you can.â He simply said, forcing you to sit up straight. You straddled his lap, met his eyes, and placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, trying to will yourself up and down, but your hips just wouldnât let you. By this time, he stopped completely as well, to catch his breath.Â
You laid your head in the crook of his neck, defeated. âIâm sorry.â You exhaled into his skin.Â
He lifted your head to cup your chin. When his eyes met yours, he pecked your lips before saying, âItâs okay princess. You did so wellâŠbut now itâs daddyâs turn.â
With that, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around him to place you at the top of the bed. He got rid of the rest of his clothes before he crawled back into bed, sinking into you again. You both let out groans at the feeling of his fullness.
Tony threw nice and slow out the window, and immediately began drilling into you. Your moans turned into deafening screams as his hips bruised your pelvis. He pried your legs open, placing quick kisses along your neck as he did so, knowing it would drive you up the wall as well as comfort you. He bit and sucked harshly along your collar bone, sending your mind into a blissful haze. Your hands shot up to his back, clawing at the flesh. You left blood in your wake, as you raked your hands down the skin. He let out a growl at the feeling, thrusting harder into you as a result.Â
Your second orgasm arrived quicker than your first, but the feeling was more intense. He left you writhing, and shaking on him, as ripples of pleasure coursed through your body. Giving you a minute to collect yourself he flipped you over, before saying, âIâm not done with you yet, princess.âÂ
A look of alarm spread on your features, when you looked behind you to see him lining himself up yet again. âTony I donât think I can cum again.â You whimpered.Â
âAwe, I thought you were a big girl.â He teased, smirking as revenge for earlier. While he loved the way you look on top, it obviously hurt his dominating spirit when you took his control. He leaned down, grabbing the side of your face to better access your ear. You felt his hot breath fan the side of your cheek as he whispered, âYouâre gonna take all of me, until I fill you up with my cum.â Then he let you go, causing you to fall forward.Â
You were so turned on it didnât make sense. You just had three orgasms rip through you, yet your pussy was begging for more.Â
He slammed into you for a final time, this position trumping them all. He gripped your hips, locking in on you, giving you no chance of escape. That didnât mean you wouldnât try. You climbed to the top of the bed, trying to put a bit of space between yourself and Tonyâs strokes, but he just pulled you back in, fucking you harder than before.Â
Tears welled up in your eyes. The intensity was becoming entirely too much. Your nipples brushed your bedsheets the harder he fucked you into them. His balls slapped against your clit, every time he met your hips. And his grunts of pleasure from using you, sent you toppling over the edge for a third time. The stimulation sending you into a convulsing fit. You squirted against him, covering his member with your sticky wet cream. Luckily for you, he followed shortly after, coating your walls with his thick white seed.Â
When you collapsed, he rolled to the other side of you, both of you breathing heavier than before. When he caught his breath, you turned over to drape your naked body onto his.Â
âWas I too roughâ He asked, suddenly feeling like he went overboard.
âAbsolutely not.â You giggled. âPlease do that to me all the time.â
He smiled in response burying his nose in your hair. The smell of coconut immediately comforting him. âI love you Y/N.â He cooed.
You lifted your head from his chest to kiss him sweetly. âI love you too, Tony.â That was the last thing you both said, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.Â
Whether your relationship lasted a lifetime, or ended in a year, in this moment you were happy. Happy that you no longer had to hide from the world. Happy that he was finally in your arms again. Happy to want someone, who wanted you even more.Â
Happy to exist at the same time as him.Â
A/N: Please do not repost my work as your own. Comments, likes, and reblogs are encouraged. I love you all, and really hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading :)
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Part X: Sweetbitter
Authorâs Notes: So...Yup...this is me coming back to the series after that whole Google Docs ordeal. I feel like a 19th century novelist who just finished typing the first copy of their book on a type writer and was about to hand it in to their publisher, but then their house catches on fire and burns down and the only copy of said book was lost in said fire. Was that too dramatic? Melodrama is the only entertainment I get these days. With that being said, though, Iâm happy to be back. I had the drive to write, but trying to rewrite what I lost just bummed me out. I remembered bits and pieces of what I originally wrote. This is where I wanted part 10 to be, but itâs still not the same. I donât like this rewrite as much as I liked the original, but this is the closest Iâm going to get to it. It was a difficult chapter for me to write both before and especially after the loss. I went back and forth on whether I wanted to include Sarah and I eventually settled on the fact that Joel wouldnât be the brooding man that we grew to love if Sarah didnât exist. Trying to capture a parentâs grief was hard and I also wasnât in the mood to write smut, but thatâs what I wanted for this chapter so *shrugs shoulders*. Itâs not perfect but I hope yâall like it. I usually donât include word count, but this one is particularly long and it is at just over 4k words. I know itâs been a minute since the last installment, so time line wise, this takes place right after the last chapter (snow ball fight).Â
Genre: The whole platter aka Smut AND Angst AND Fluff
Summary: You and Joel fulfill your fantasy and make love on the kitchen island. Thereâs post sex cuddles, mentions of Joelâs past before the outbreak and his view point on the pregnancy scare.Â
Ship: Joel x Reader
Joel walked in the direction of his place, hoping that you would follow. Your gloved hand stayed glued to his as he led the way across the snow covered settlement. As soon as the two of you made it inside, Joel took your coat and proceeded to light a fire in the living room. In the corner of his eye, he noticed you enter the kitchen. Impatient for your return, he followed only to find you sitting on the island, casually swinging your legs. Your eyes were lustful and glued to his.
Joel leaned against the threshold. âSo this is why you never joined me by the fire.â He said with a coy smile.
âI was thinking that now was a perfect time to try again.â You returned the look.
âYou got me right where you want me, darlinâ.â
You shook your head. âNo, I donât.â You proceeded to spread your legs wider, beckoning for him to stand between them. It didnât take him long to catch the hint. He pushed himself off the wall and sashayed over to you until his middle touched yours. Your legs immediately wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him even closer. âNow, I do.â
Joel put his hands down on the counter, one on either side of you. He leaned down to take your lips into his but you gently pulled back to tease him. Now, it was his turn to look at you lustfully. You leaned back on the island counter until you were supported by your elbows. He slid his hands up the surface, causing him to hover over your body. He never broke eye contact as he stretched his jaw muscles. He proceeded to lower himself until his lips could once again reach yours. They engulfed your bottom lip and you could feel the soft yet coarse hair of his beard against your face. The innocent pecks quickly turned into deeper, open mouthed kisses. Your tongue slipped between his lips first. For a moment, it danced with his before you slipped it back out to suck on his bottom lip.
You felt his hands slide under your shirt. The sensation of skin to skin contact always excited you. For a moment, his fingers lingered to caress your waist, but then he slid them back out to lift the shirt off completely. His hands returned to your now bare rib cage to gently coax you back up into a sitting position. As soon as your arms were off the counter, you wrapped them around his neck. In one slick move, his index finger and thumb unclasped your bra. You felt the straps fall down your shoulders. The only thing keeping the bra in place was the fact that the two of you were sandwiched together. His hands left your waist to slide the straps down the rest of your arms and moved away to allow just enough space for your breasts to escape the fabric. He let it slip out his hand and fall onto the kitchen floor. Before he could move to close the space between you, you reached up to unbutton his shirt. You damn near ripped off the last one, you were moving so fast. He wouldnât have minded. You smirked at the thought. After he shrugged it off, you reached up to kiss him again. Your hands caressed his cheeks and your breasts were pressed against his chest. Joel loved this particular skin to skin sensation. He could feel you intentionally rubbing your nipples against his chest hair. The friction aroused you both.Â
âI know what youâre doing.â Joel said in a deep whisper near your ear.
âThen touch me.â You replied.
Joel was about to take them into his palms, but stopped himself. A sly smirk graced his lips before he licked them. He took one quick glance at you before moving back and propping his hands on the edge of the counter to be eye level with your chest. You crawled back on your hands to better expose yourself. He kneaded your left breast for a moment before sticking your nipple in his mouth. Both grew erect at the tingle his tongue caused when he flicked it. Gently, he grazed it with his teeth before sucking. He massaged your other breast in his hand before sandwiching your nipple between his fingers. He watched the nub slide up and down.Â
The taste and texture made him salvate. He was hungry for you and wanted more. He undid your pants and tapped your thigh so you would lift up. With your ass hovering over the counter top, he pulled your panties and jeans off all in one go like a magician doing the tablecloth trick. You leaned back onto your elbows, expecting him to attack your breasts again, but he gently dragged your ass to the edge of the island and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He again positioned his eye level to meet you, but this time it was your entrance he was gazing at. Joel could see that it was wet like his mouth and he was ready, willing and able.
âWait!â You spoke up.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI just...um...I didnât know you were gonna go there.â
âYouâre not ready?â Joel questioned. He genuinely desired your answer. He was nothing but patient with you whenever you wanted to take things slow here and there. He had never gone down on you, not for the lack of trying. After the two of you became a couple, he felt comfortable with pushing the boundaries and tried to do it, but you told him no. He was respectful of your decision even though it hurted you to refuse him. You were just self conscious of so many things: the color, the smell, the asymmetry, the hair and the list went on. Honestly, you were mortified that he had already looked straight at your lower lips. Your nervousness was starting to kill your arousal. The last thing you wanted to do was bring up your insecurities to kill it even further.Â
âIâm just afraid.â
âOf what?â He asked playfully to lighten the mood.
âWhat if I suffocate you and you die?â You responded bluntly, to which he bursted out in laughter. The notion did sound ridiculous out loud, but it stemmed from a genuine place of worry. âIâm ticklish! Especially down there!â You began to explain, looking up at him with his face still between your legs. âIâm like a venus fly trap. If I so much as feel the ends of your beard against my inner thigh, I will squeeze them together. I wonât be able to help it! And then what if you canât breathe because---â
âBecause my head would be stuck between your...what did you call it that one time? your ânaniâ and your legs? I imagine Iâd die a happy man, so donât worry about me, darlinâ.â He flashed you a devilish grin but it soon faltered when he saw the worry still on your face. âI wonât let you kill me yet. Thereâs a lot Iâm meaninâ to do with you before that happens. Iâll hold you down if need be. I bet youâll like that, wonât you.â The last part he mumbled as he repositioned himself, but you still heard him. You let out a light chuckle and relaxed your body as much as you could.Â
Joel lifted your middle up toward his mouth, causing your back to lay flat against the cold, hard surface of the island counter. He kissed your inner thigh and there went your composure. You began to clench them together, but Joel kept a strong grip on them like he promised. He laid his tongue flat against your entrance and he licked slowly from the bottom up until he reached the hood of your clit. One stroke of his tongue and he was already a mess. To taste you in a way he never had before was an intoxicating experience and it left his beard wet. While still gripping your legs in place, he lovingly drew circles on your outer thighs with the pads of his thumbs. His tongue danced around the clit, over and under the hood, like an ice skater performing a figure 8. Your breathing became heavier. The sensation felt good, yet so foreign. Your instinct was to control the overwhelming feelings that he was causing you, but you didnât know how. Your whole body was fidgeting and quivering on the countertop. It wasnât like the bed where you could grip the sheets or pillow. Your hands flailed about, trying to find something to hold onto as he began to suck on the bud of nerves itself. Your one hand settled on gripping his salt and pepper hair while the other knocked over a metal container of wooden spoons on the floor. The loud bang of the crash did not break Joelâs focus on you or his pleasure. It was your light tugging on his hair that kept him driven. It was telling him that he was doing it right and that gave him confidence.Â
Joel came up for air, his beard soaked. âYouâre so wet. Should I come up and show you?â He teased, starting to lower your legs. You shook your head profusely and hummed a no. âYou want more?â He looked down at your face as you nodded. From that angle, you were a vision to be seen. âGotta speak up, baby girl.â
âYes! I want more!â
âWhat my baby wants, my baby gets.â
With that, Joel repositioned your legs, but before he went back down, he stuck two fingers in his mouth to lubricate them. You watched as he slid them out and he tucked his mouth down between your legs again. He resumed attention on your clit while the two fingers entered your hole. The level of coordination that he was able to pull off was sensational. The hooked pumping of his fingers were in tune with the way he flicked your clit. He single handedly drove you to a place of overwhelming feelings, both physically and emotionally. Like a button opening an elevator door, the pad of his tongue applied pressure to your little, sensitive bud and you released. You came and a warm feeling spread over your body starting in your core and spreading outward. Joel felt the warmth too as you squirted a bit in the process. He did his best to lap it all up. He could feel the warm juices drip off his beard and onto his chest. The continued sensation of his tongue on your slit helped you prolong your high.Â
He let you rest for a moment after finally removing your legs from his shoulders. With haze covered eyes, you watched as he wiped his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. Your legs laid limp over the edge of the counter. They were numb and tingly and you didnât even want to attempt to walk on them for the next half hour.Â
âIâm not done with you yet.â Joel said after watching you ride the orgasm.Â
âI canât imagine so.â You said, eyeing his erection.
You began to prop yourself up, but he hummed a no. He spread your legs open as wide as they could go before stepping between them. His eyes locked with yours as he took his member into his own hands and began to glide the precum up and down his shaft. He, then, caressed your thighs with his wet, sticky hands while drawing shapes over your folds with the head. You gave him a small smile. It wasnât coy, but loving. It melted his heart.
Joel leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of your chest. Little by little, he slid his way into you. It was a familiar feeling that he embraced. On one hand, he loved the warmth of being inside, but on the other, he loved the friction that you caused when you clenched around him as he slid back out. Like before, he wanted to be the one that teased you; the one that made you unravel. He continued to slide in and out slowly until he bottomed out. He picked up the pace with each pump, gazing at you while he did to make sure he wasnât hurting you. Joel thrived at the sound of your wet folds mingled with slapping skin. It drove him to go harder, faster. He slightly wiggled his hips with each pump so the head could tickle your core. He felt your walls begin to clench around him tighter and tighter. Taking one hand off the counter, he placed it on your breast and began to massage your nipple. You struggled to control the pace at which your walls contracted and it drove you to flail about again. Blindly, your hand latched onto his arm that was still planted to the countertop. He grunted with each pump as your breathy voice filled the kitchen with expletives.Â
âFuck! Im so---â You tried to speak as you felt your climax approaching.
"Me too!â He replied between grunts.
âI know. Thatâs why I need you to pull out, love.â Your voice was so sweet when you made the request. He couldnât deny you at all. He did hesitate, however. Heâd almost forgotten about the accidents he made last time and how tonight was all about making up for both of them. Being inside you felt so good, though. âUnless you want to make sure I get pregnant, then you need to pull out now.âÂ
As the last word left your mouth, you came. You were trying to hold out for him, but the orgasm snuck up on you. The high distracted you from noticing if he came too and where. The sensation of your juices releasing around his dick immediately triggered his own release. He held it in as long as he could until he was completely outside of you, but your clenched walls didnât make it easy. Joel let out a loud bellow of relief as he exploded all over your stomach. Your head was too heavy to lift and watch, but you felt the warmth of his seed nonetheless. He fell back onto one of the barstools and rested himself for a moment before grabbing a fresh dish towel out the drawer. He dampened it under the kitchen sink and walked back to your still limp body on the island. Gently, he cleaned you up.Â
âCâmon, letâs go to bed.â Joel said as he tossed the towel in the sink and picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he secured your legs in his arms.Â
âJoel,â You began in a sultry voice. âThat wasâŠâ You playfully exuded a variety of sounds out of your mouth to describe how you felt. âI donât know how else to put it.â
He smirked at the very recent memories. âIt was, wasnât it.â Joel pulled you into his side as the two of you layed in bed. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up, his mind clearly still on the earlier activities. âDaggum, woman!â He shook his head, at a loss for words. âYou know how to make a man weak.â
âThatâs the goal!â You playfully responded to which he pinched your side.Â
The two of you enjoyed each otherâs embrace in comfortable silence for hours after the kitchen session. Despite that, he couldnât lay like that forever without talking to you about the elephant in the room. He took a deep breath, but no words followed. He wasnât sure how to start.Â
Joel never thought about becoming a father again after Sarah. Even before the outbreak, she was more than enough to fill his life. Maybe it felt that way because he was doing it all by himself. It was just him and her against the world. After her mother left, he held his daughter closer than ever and their bond was unbreakable. Her leaving also meant that Joel had to play both parental roles and that meant having no time to date. He was human, however, and the desires were still there. From time to time, he would have one night stands, but they were few and far between. He convinced himself that those types of relationships were all he could have. Between being a single parent and working to pay the bills, Joel didnât have the time. Secretly, he didnât want the time. If he could bring himself to admit it, he was afraid of being walked out on again because it would not only affect him, but his daughter too.Â
He and his first wife got married the last year of high school. Instead of a prom dress, she shopped for a wedding gown and got it tailored to fit around her bump. Joel thought back to the first time he ever saw her; he was a sophomore. Immediately, he had a crush on her. He remembered his little brother finding out and teasing him about it. He didnât think sheâd say yes when he asked her out, but she did. The rest was a whirlwind. For all of junior year, they dated on and off. As clichĂ© as it was, they had sex at the junior prom and she got pregnant.
He cared for her, but if he really thought about it, he didnât love her. When he proposed, he figured the love would come later, especially after their family was completed. Waiting was something he could live with so long as the love came at all and it did, but not in the way he expected. When his daughter was born, he found himself in love for the first time, but it was a kind of love that he was not completely prepared to feel. Throughout his wifeâs pregnancy, people would tell him their experiences of becoming a parent for the first time and he believed that he would be no different, but he couldnât imagine just how much his heart would swell until he held her for the first time.Â
Life wasnât easy; Joel had to grow up quick. He liked to think that he tried, but with each passing year, his marriage fell apart. He knew that she wasnât happy, but there was only so much he could do to keep his family afloat. He suspected that she had cheated, but it was only a passing feeling, so he never confronted her about it. It wasnât until he came home to the house empty, did he begin to think seriously about the possibility. He called out for her, but all he was met with were empty drawers and a note only stating that she dropped Sarah off at Tommyâs. She was the mother of his child, so he couldnât stop caring about her as he worried over her whereabouts. He also couldnât forgive her for what she did, though. It was one thing to leave him because she wasnât happy with the life he provided her, but it was another to abandon her child altogether. There was no discussion or fight. She was just gone. Joel worked overtime to afford a divorce lawyer. He was told that the papers were issued, but she never returned them signed. At the point of the outbreak, he was technically still married to Sarahâs mom, but he had long stopped wearing his ring.Â
Joel came from a broken family growing up. He even sensed that his own would be doomed to repeat the same history when he got married, but he didnât want to admit it. For the longest, that was the reason why he never wanted to be a father again. With you, however, there was a pang of desire that he hadnât felt since Sarah was born. He loved being her dad. Once a father, always a father.Â
He pulled you in tighter. That pang of desire to have another child was there because of you. There was no one else he wanted to do it with. With you, he didnât feel doomed to repeat the past. He had never given a thought to becoming a father again after Sarah, but when he did think about it, laying there with you in his arms, he realized there was nothing he wanted more. For the first time, he could have something that he never had as a child or even an adult; a solid family of his own. He just wished that Sarah was there to be a part of it.Â
âIâve been finding myself having conversations with her in my head recently.â Joel finally spoke up. You lifted your head off his chest and looked up at him. After a moment, you realized who he was talking about. You didnât know everything about Sarah, but what little you did know, Tommy told you. A while back, when the two of you were on your way to the hospital, you tried to bring her up in conversation. Needless to say, it didnât go well and that was the last time she was ever brought up.
âI would have loved to meet her.â You said to him.
âYou two would have gotten along. You have a lot in common with her. I know she would have loved you.â
âDo we? Like what?â You genuinely questioned.
He smiled at the memory of her. âFor one, you two both love giraffes.â You thought back to that time when you and Joel ran into a trio of giraffes grazing off the overgrowth on the building the two of you were walking through. You were so excited to see them but so intimidated by their size; you had never seen one up close before. Joel gently petted the animal first, then took your hand and guided onto itâs head so you could do the same.Â
You smiled. âWhat else?â
He pondered for a moment. âYou both like sci-fi stuff. I mean she was more into the ones with a romantic plot, but they had werewolves and vampires in them.â
âAre you talking about Dawn of the Wolf? I remember that movie. Was she team vampire or team werewolf?â
He looked down at you and rolled his eyes at the memory of being dragged to see that movie. âTeam werewolf.â
âGood girl! If you really analyze the story, those vampires were really just a bunch of bitches. They wouldnât have stood a chance against the werewolves. Thatâs why Izzy chose the werewolf in the end.â You passionately explained.
He sighed. âDonât tell me you were into those movies too.â
âOnly the first one. I read all of the books in the series and I wanted to watch the movie to compare them. Too soapy for me though.â
âYouâre a nerd, you know that?â He responded.
âWell I did go to comic-con a few times.â
âComic who?â
âIt was a convention where people who appreciated comics and other forms of sci-fi media could come together. It was kind of like halloween but in the middle of summer because people would come dressed as their favorite comic characters. People would share and sell their fan art and they could listen to forums and meet celebrities. It was a big deal to us nerds.â
He chuckled. âI think Sarah would have liked that.â The two of you fell into a comfortable silence until he finally spoke up again. His voice was more sullen. âI forced myself to stop thinking of her because when I did, Itâd either make me happy or sad and I couldnât control which one Iâd feel until the memories started. I didnât want to feel that grief anymore, so I decided not to risk it and not think of her at all. No matter how hard you try, though, I guess you canât escape your past.âÂ
âDonât push her away.â You said tenderly.
âI wonât.â You felt his chest rise as he took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You hoped he felt better after talking about it. âI know she would have liked being a big sister. She was always good with sharing and just being around other kids.â
âWhat if I am pregnant?â You asked him seriously.
âThen weâll raise the baby together. Weâll love âem and protect âem as best as we can.â He said simply in an almost whispery tone.
âAnd what if Iâm not?â
He kissed the top of your head. âWhatever happens, it doesnât change the way I feel about you.â To that, you smiled and kissed his chest. He sighed. âSo what happens now, (Y/N)?â
âWe wait. We wait and see if I get my period next month, then go from there I guess.â You replied. Joel nodded.
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Love Is Blind: Chapter Twenty-Four
âRobs, we got a meeting in five minutes,â Beverly stated as she stood beside Robynâs desk.
âI know. Iâm trying to find the vendor file for Albertâs. Question? Did you move some of my stuff off my desk while I was gone?â
âI unpacked that box that was delivered the day your boyfriend came by and moved some of your files to your inbox but that was it.â
âWhat was in the box anyway?â
âThis,â Beverly pointed at a large marble figurine that was now sitting by her phone, âI left the card it came with in your top drawer. Iâm surprised you didnât notice it.â
âIâve been on Zoom conference calls all day. I havenât had time to look at my phone. It is beautiful though.â
âIt is.â
âDid you read the card?â
âThought about it but it seemed like a personal gift.â
âWell thank you for your restraint.â
Beverly laughed, âWe need to get going to the meeting. I got paper copies of the presentation slides and of the vendor file, weâll have to find the original later.â
âWorks for me.â
Robyn grabbed her iPad and followed Beverly to the conference room.
âJust something for you to always remember me by and to brighten up your desk. Love you. Christopher.â
Robyn smiled as she read the words of the card. Chris got her a just-because gift. And it was expensive as hell, going by the price on the internet when she researched what the figurine was. It was a marble statue in the shape of two non-descript bodies, one male and one female, entwined with each other. She didnât see one that looked exactly like the one Chris gave her so it seemed to be custom. She picked up her office phone and dialed a number. It rang for a few moments before she heard a voice, âHello, Professor Brown speaking.â
âProfessor Brown? I kind of like the sound of that.â
Chris laughed, âHey Baby. Whatâs going on?â
âNothing much. I just wanted to check on you. How are you?â
âIâm good. Getting back into the swing of things.â
âRegretting teaching for the summer yet?â
âActually no. I got a pretty good set of students this summer. Iâm happy about that.â
âThatâs great but I wanted to thank you for my gift.â
âYou finally opened the box?â
âThe day you came over for lunch, I completely forgot about it. Bev unpacked it while we were in Pennsylvania. Why didnât you say anything about it?â
âBecause it was a gift, I didnât want to assume you opened it already and then ruin the surprise.â
âI guess. Is it custom?â
âItâs one of a kind but I didnât have it specially made. The artist doesnât do mass production.â
âWell itâs beautiful. What made you pick that one?â
âIt just seemed like something you would like. Was I right?â
âVery right. What you up to right now?â
âJust finishing up a lesson plan. Why?â
âYou gonna be in your office for a while?â
âMaybe a few more hours. I got office hours this afternoon.â
âCool.â
âWhat are you up to?â
âNothing. Just wondering.â
âYou sure?â
âIâm sure. Well I just wanted to thank you for my gift. I gotta finish up this proposal and take a nap.â
âYouâve been doing ok with working your normal hours?â
âAs long as I sneak a nap in, Iâm good.â
âAlright Baby. Finish your work and get some rest, Iâll see you at home.â
âOk. Love you.â
âI love you too, Baby. Bye.â
âBye.â
They hung up. Robyn glanced at the clock then looked down at the proposal on her desk, âthat can wait until tomorrow.â
She logged into her computer system and pulled up the online order form for her favorite restaurant.
âSomehow I just knew you were gonna pull up on me,â Chris said as he opened his office door. He took the large cloth bag from Robynâs hand as he leaned in to kiss her.
âI wasnât going to but then I said what the hell, I havenât seen your office yet.â
âYou haven't?â
âNope.â
âThatâs crazy. I thought I brought you here before but regardless, Iâm glad youâre here.â
âMe too. I needed to get out of the office.â
âTough day.â
âLong day. I was gonna just take a nap and get back at it but I decided to just take the rest of the day off.â
âMy couch is very comfy if you wanna stay and still take your nap.â
âIâm not trying to crowd your space, I just wanted to bring you something to eat for a change.â
âI like you in my space though.â
Robyn playfully rolled her eyes as she sat on the edge of his desk, âso whatâs the lesson for the week?â
âWe are working on basic scales on the piano. This is my beginnerâs Piano class that Iâm teaching this summer.â
âYou teaching composition classes?â
âNot this summer. I didnât want to teach anything too complex. Beginnerâs Piano lets me relax a bit because if I donât want to teach, teach, I can always give them practice notes and they can do that in lieu of class.â
âAh, good thinking.â
âI have good ideas sometimes.â
Robyn chuckled, âso when are you gonna play for me again? Itâs been a long time actually.â
âWell after lunch, I could take you to my classroom, I keep a keyboard in there for illustrations.â
âIâd love to.â
âGreat. So weâll eat, I take you around to see some stuff then weâll go to my class.â
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âDada!â
Chris pulled his attention from Robyn moving around the kitchen to Christian sitting on his lap. He carefully fixed his elongated curls and kissed his forehead, âwhatâs up, Baby Boy? Daddy not paying enough attention to you.â
Christian poked out his bottom lip and Chris chuckled, âyour sisterâs been teaching you a lot more than I thought.â
âDid he hit you with the pout?â Robyn asked with a laugh.
âHe definitely did.â
âI took his teddy bear this morning and he did it to me. Isnât it cute?â
âYea until he realizes itâs power.â
Robyn laughed, âlike Anesa has with you.â
Chris rolled his eyes, âwhatever.â
âOur daughter has you wrapped around her finger and you know it.â
âSheâs just like her mama.â
âI am not spoiled.â
âYea. Right.â
âWell if I am spoiled, itâs your fault.â
âWhatever.â
Robyn chuckled, âyou decide what you want for dinner?â
âIsnât it a little early?â
âIâm in a cooking mood so Iâd rather start while I feel like it.â
âI can cook dinner, Babe.â
âI know but Iâm not asking you that. Iâm asking what do you want to eat for dinner?â
Chris raised his brow at her and Robyn settled her hands on her hips as she tilted her head at him, âproblem?â
âNope.â
A big smile came over his face and Robynâs brow furrowed in confusion, âwhy you smiling so wide?â
âJust realized something.â
âSomething like?â
âIâll tell you later.â
âOk,â Robyn said softly, âyou know what you want?â
âOxtails.â
âYellow rice or rice and peas?â
âRice and peas.â
âMacaroni and cheese or cabbage?â
âCan you do both?â
âYup. Dessert?â
âIâll make it. What you thinking?â
âApple pie with ice cream sounds good.â
âI can do that.â
âGood. Iâll get the oxtails started and in the crockpot so youâll have your space for whatever you need to do.â
âCheck and see if thereâs any ingredients you need, me and the kids can go to the store for you.â
âI should be good. I did want to ask you something.â
âAnything, Baby. Whatâs up?â
âDo you have any friends?â
âAre you serious?â
âIâm very serious. I never hear about any or see you leave to hang out or anything.â
âI do have friends but we all have busy lives so we donât get together as much. Also I did leave most of our friends behind in LA.â
âDo you ever regret leaving LA, separate from the divorce?â
âHonestly? No. We lived there for a long time so thereâs not much I missed while living there. You?â
âI donât know. I think we spent so much time together and traveling all over the place, LA was a home base but it wasnât home, if that makes sense.â
âI get what you mean. You ever think about going back?â
âIâve thought about going to visit but never actively made plans.â
âWe should take the kids. Go to Disneyland, show them my other profession.â
âHow is the firm doing?â
âItâs going well. I havenât had any fires that needed to be put out so other than occasional conference calls regarding budgets and project approvals, Iâve been pretty hands off.â
âYou ever thought about going back to being an architect?â
âI get the chance to still be a part of the industry being on the board so I donât feel like I totally left in a sense.â
âUnderstandable.I also need to know if youâre going to my gala with me.â
âOf course. Iâm your forever date, remember?â
âI donât remember agreeing to that but ok.â
Chris shook his head with a laugh, âthere you go being stubborn for no reason.â
Robyn laughed, âIâm just saying that I donât remember saying that.â
âOK Wife.â
âOk Boyfriend.â
Chris stuck his tongue out at her while he stood up with Christian in his arms, âIâm gonna put him down for his nap then Iâll be back to help cook. Donât start without me, I need to see how you cook theseâ
âOxtails are not difficult to make.â
âFor someone whoâs been making them most of their life, of course not.â
âAm I giving you a cooking lesson?â
âYou could call it that.â
âI think you just want to be up under me.â
âUp under you and a whole lot more.â
âYou lucky heâs still an infant and not repeating you just yet.â
âI got some time before we have to start speaking in code.â
âYouâre silly.â
Chris left down the hall while Robyn began rummaging through the freezer.
âOk, you can put the peppers in now,â Robyn instructed as she glanced over into the crockpot. Chris gathered a pile of chopped green pepper and dumped them into the vessel, âthose arenât chopped too big?â
âNah, itâs gonna stew for a couple hours so theyâll break down. If we diced them to start with, theyâll disintegrate by time the food was done.â
âOh, that makes sense.â
âSo what exactly do you know how to cook?â
âAnything as long as I got the recipe.â
âYou donât cook from memory?â
âSome stuff, mainly stuff Iâve been eating the majority of my life but everything else, I need a recipe.â
âAnd here I was all impressed, thinking you were cooking from memory or something.â
âIt was still good though.â
âIt was but weâll work on that part.â
âWhat part?â
âLearning to cook from the heart and not from a cookbook or Google search.â
âThat sounds way easier than it is.â
âI think youâll catch on quick. So earlier, what was that big smile all about?â
âWhat smile?â
âWhen I was asking you about what you wanted for dinner.â
âJust reminded me of when we were first married. You get pretty feisty once you get comfortable with someone.â
âIâve always been comfortable with you.â
âNo you haven't, especially since we were kind of pushed into the next step of the relationship before either of us were ready.â
âWhat you mean?â
âWe had only been seriously dating for a few weeks then suddenly weâre moving in together. Iâm sure that was not part of your plan at the time.â
âI honestly didnât have a plan. You were the one ready to get married again.â
âGetting married again and having a baby are two totally different plans.â
âAnother baby wasnât in the plans?â
âConsidering your age, I wasnât exactly sure if you wanted to try for biological children, thatâs why I never brought it up.â
âWe never talked about kids?â
âNo. Nesa asked you about it once but other than that, the discussion never came up. And that was before we were even dating.â
âWe didnât talk about a lot of stuff.â
âNot exactly my fault though.â
Robyn cut her eye at Chris and he shrugged his shoulders, âyou had me walking on eggshells and you know it.â
âThat was never my intention.â
âI know.â
âYou know you couldâve broken up with me at some point.â
âThat was never an option.â
âWhy?â
âI trust you and your judgment, you know when youâre tripping and will adjust accordingly. Itâd be stupid as hell to break up over something thatâs easy to fix.â
âI guess.â
âDid you want to break up with me?â
âI didnât even want to get back with you in the first place, remember?â
âActually you did but you were afraid to, not the same thing.â
âFear was the reason. Not dating was the action. You and your semantics again.â
Chris laughed as he grabbed a bottle of juice out of the fridge.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âYouâre being feisty again.â
âYouâre annoying.â
Chris chuckled as he walked over to her and leaned against the counter next to her. Robyn rolled her eyes as she placed the seasoned meat into the crockpot and put on the lid. She set it to high then turned to face Chris, âso what do you wanna do until dinner?â
âLetâs keep talking about this feisty attitude of yours.â
âIâd rather not,â Robyn pointed a wooden spoon in his direction, âand if that smirk turns into a laugh, Iâma pop you in the head with this spoon.â
âNow youâre threatening me? Oh, I should definitely start planning our wedding.â
âYou get on my nerves.â
âAnd you love me.â
âYouâre just a glutton for punishment.â
âConsidering I dish it and donât take it, I will disagree with that.â
âThe lies.â
âI got some clips that say otherwise.â
âShut up.â
Chris took a sip of his juice, âif you were to get married again, do you want a wedding or just a reception?â
âNeither. Iâd rather just skip to the honeymoon.â
âYou wouldnât want to celebrate?â
âBeen there. Done that.â
âWouldnât hurt to make new memories though.â
âI just donât want the theatrics. An uneventful proposal and marriage day works. Simple works just fine for meâ
âReally?â
âYea. What? You over there taking notes?â
âNo, just asking questions.â
âI already know youâre gonna propose to me so you donât have to play coy.â
âIâm not proposing tonight therefore Iâm not playing coy.â
âWould you want a ceremony?â
âSomething simple to mark the moment, yes.â
âHmmâŠâ
âWhy you say it like that?â
âJust thinking. You wanna take a nap? The babies are still asleep.â
âSure. Bedroom or couch?â
âCouch, itâs closer to the kitchen for when I gotta periodically check on the food.â
âWorks for me.â
âWhen are you gonna make the pie?â
âAbout two hours or so before dinner, apple pie is better when itâs warm.â
âThatâs true.â
âYou gonna help me bake?â
âConsidering my dessert resume only has pound cake on it, Iâll learn from you.â
Chris smiled then took another sip of juice.
âYou and these damn smirks. What now?â
âFeisty then submissive. Just observing.â
âI am so over you right now.â
Robyn tossed the kitchen towel she was holding onto the counter and left out the kitchen with Chrisâs laughter following her.
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âChris, what are you doing here? I thought you had a class today,â Robyn said as she opened her office door. Chris held up a to-go bag from her favorite BBQ place and smiled, âI came to have lunch with my wife and todayâs my free day, remember?â
âIt definitely is. Well, this is nice. I was just thinking about you.â
âYou were? About what?â
Robyn shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed napkins and plastic utensils from the basket underneath her coffee table. Chris sat down on the couch next to her as she handed him some wet wipes.
âNothing specific. You just crossed my mind.â
âShould I be concerned?â
âHave you done something concerning?â
âNo.â
âThen you donât have to be concerned.â
Chris rolled his eyes and Robyn laughed, âforever the smart ass.â
âYou asked. I answered. So what did you bring me to eat?â
âChicken, hushpuppies and macaroni and cheese. Oh, and a Pepsi.â
âYou are ruining my diet.â
âYou arenât on a diet.â
âPrecisely my point, I canât start with you feeding me like this.â
Chris laughed, âyou donât need to diet. As long as your doctor says you're healthy, the rest is welcomed to stay.â
âYou just like my fat ass, you can say it.â
âYou already didâ
Robyn gasped and hit his arm, âyou werenât supposed to agree.â
âThat ass is fat. I donât know how you meant it but I know how I mean it and itâs perfect to me.â
âWhatever.â
âDo you really wanna lose weight or do you think I have a problem with your weight?â
âI donât think you have a problem with my weight, considering how you always rubbing on my butt, hips and love handles, Iâm getting the sense youâre enjoying it.â
Chris grinned at her and Robyn rolled her eyes, âbut Iâm still personally on the fence about it. Iâm not as self-conscious but Iâm still getting used to it.â
âUnderstandable. Well, since weâre talking about things you might still be on the fence about, I figured Iâd get this question out of the way.â
âI know you are not proposing to me right now.â
âAnd if I was?â
âChris, I am at work and sitting in front of you with Bbq sauce all over my hands and maybe on my face.â
Chris smiled as he used a napkin to wipe the corner of her mouth, âand youâve never looked more beautiful to me.â
âThis canât be the moment. This is ghetto.â
Chris laughed, âThis is not ghetto. This is real. This isnât about having some spectacular story to tell because I think everything about our journey has been spectacular. Iâve always wanted to believe that youâd come back into my life and for seven years I was deathly afraid to but God and fate saw fit to bring you back to me in a manner that I never imagined. It gave us both clarity and allowed us to remedy a situation that honestly never ended, it just stopped. Robyn Rihanna Fenty Brown, I would be honored if you would be my wife again.â
âOh my god, I need a napkin.â
Chris chuckled as he grabbed some wipes and gingerly wiped her hands, âbetter?â
âA little. I still think this is a bit unorthodox but...Iâm completely ok with it.â
âAnything else youâre completely ok with?â
âI would absolutely love to marry you again.â
Chris grabbed her face and kissed her deeply before hugging her tightly, âI love you.â
âI love you too. Now whereâs my ring?â
âI don't have it.â
âHow you gonna propose with no ring?â
âI didnât say I didnât get a ring. I said I donât have it, meaning itâs not on my person.â
âSo where is it?â
âYou got it.â
âHow would I have it?â
Chris smirked and Robyn hit his shoulder, âChristopher. Stop playing.â
âIâm not playing. You have your ring.â
âI did pawn our last ring.â
âI know and I wouldnât use that one even if you did still have it.â
âChris, where is my ring?â
Chris wiped his hands then walked over to Robynâs desk and grabbed the new marble art piece that was sitting beside her phone. Robynâs brow furrowed as Chris brought it over to the coffee table. She became more confused as he turned it upside down and pulled out a silicone plug. He shook it lightly and something wrapped in a white cloth fell into the palm of his hand. He placed the silicone plug back then set the art piece down on the table before turning to face Robyn. He carefully unwrapped the white cloth and a large marquise shaped diamond set into a platinum band that was covered in smaller circular diamonds glistened in his hand.
âYour hand, please?â
Robyn shakingly put out her left hand and Chirs slipped the ring onto her ring finger, âRobyn Fenty Brown, will you marry me?â
She nodded her head as she wiped the tears from falling down her face, âChristopher, itâs so beautiful.â
âI did good, huh?â
âYou did but how long was that ring in that piece?â
âSince the day I mailed it to you.â
âSo what wouldâve happened if you proposed somewhere, not my office?â
âThat was never the plan.â
âYou planned this? I am not even dressed up or nothing.â
âBecause I wanted it to be about us, not fancy dinners and stuff, which there is nothing wrong with, but weâve also done that already. I thought you would appreciate me not making a huge spectacle of it.â
âI do but Iâm also a little caught off-guard.â
âYou just knew I was gonna propose in front of the Empire State Building or something with fireworks, huh?â
âI was anticipating it.â
Chris laughed, âare you happy?â
âI am very happy.â
âGood.â
âWeâre getting married again?â
âWeâre getting married again.â
âEEK!â Robyn squealed as she jumped into his lap and kissed him, âI love you, Christopher.â
âI love you too.â
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