#cause he kissed gigi's cheek

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Weathering Your Storm

°They're carving my name on the grave again°

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.1k

Warnings : grammar, not proof read , contains time skips .

✨ It's finally going somewhere!💃🏻🙌🏻 ,and I hope you enjoy it✨

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Daniel groaned as he was tackled to the floor the moment he stepped foot in , all he heard was a shout of " uncle Dan" and the next thing he was rugby tackled , Marc greeted him with a wide toothy grin followed with an exited "hi!" , he chuckled and hugged him back " Marcelo!" Causing the boy to whine and throw his head back in frustration as Daniel lifted him when he stood " that's not my name !! " , Earning a laugh from Danny who ignored his whining throwing him over his shoulder emitting a loud scream followed by a laugh .

He shut the front door while asking " so Marcel! How's life ? " grabbed his bag and leaving it by the closed door , but as soon as he finished asking he earned himself a quite painful pinch in the back , yelping in pain as he made his way inside the house " you're as mean as your aunt!! " .

The said aunt voice ranged from the kitchen as she asked in a warning tone " what did you say RICKY?" , he called back before he stood at the door , " nothing but the truth!" Watching her Round the kitchen Island with little Gigi on her hip , who called out as soon as she saw him "Anny!" . (*She tried to call him Dan like Marc but couldn't say the D yet and it stuck with her as she went from calling him Dan to Danny making it worse, but Y/N found it too funny to correct her*) .

Now it was his turn to groan as Marc giggled from his back , but he greeted her back with as much enthusiasm " Gigi!" Making her giggle as she extended her arms out for him .

Stepping in he puts Marc carefully on the island with a teasing tone " special potato delivery! " Dodging before he got pinched again, taking Gigi in a hug , getting one back with a little pat on his cheek" hello miss Gigi " holding her in one arm greeting his friend with a quite "hey Bella" . She gave him a smile greeting back with open arms as he extended his free arm to bring her into a side hug leaving a kiss on the side of her head then he asked " how are you holding up?" She shrugged " getting better , It just takes time to get used to it " he hummed nudging her shoulder with his " knowing you , you'll be up and working in no time " she rolled her eyes at his words " you make it sounds like I'm an avid workaholic " scooping Marc off the island as he wanted to get down and watched as he ran out the kitchen , calling out for O'Connell to play with . he gave her a look " you are " .

She shook her head " well now I've got all the time in the world , isn't that right Gigi " he watched her closely as she turned away avoiding his eyes , so he teased her saying " then don't get too bored without me around, it's only a couple of months and we'll both be jobless together, we'll retire and go off hiking and making wine in Italy like we always planned " he balanced Gigi on her feet , holding her hands and smiling wide as she gripped his fingers in her hands babbling as she took wobbly steps, scrunching her nose as she blobbed down kicking her legs and giving a small shout at him , he apologized to her scooping her up as he reached the fridge, taking out two small juice boxes , he offered her to choose first , she looked at her aunt who was standing on the side looking at them in amusement, she held on Danny's arm and he let her lift it up as she called for Y/N as if asking her *if it's ok to have one* and once she got the approval she picked one and looked up at him pointing back at her high chair on the side , waiting patiently to be set down to drink her juice in peace .

Daniel took the other box , sipping as he sat down not wasting time to ask " so , how's it going miss CEO " she groaned plumbing on a chair close to where he sat " I was just approved by the board yesterday and I'll be starting officially September 1st " he cuts her off " wait! You were serious about the interview thing !?" , she nods " dead serious , they give fair chances , I won't just barg in demanding to run things just cause my dad owns it , so as I was saying, I'll be touring the main branches starting from headquarters here and ending with UAE so I'll be able to at least attend the last race , then I'll work between here , New York and Sydney " she finished in a huff and he winced at the packed schedule "that's rough , buuuuuut " she lets a quite laugh as he cheered at the news of her attending the last race Gigi cheered along after she puts down her drink , not knowing what happened but she joined the celebration nonetheless.

He stood up after a while excusing himself for a minute returning with his bag letting it down before facing her , rubbing the back of his head as she watched him curiously " since I'm flying out today, I wanted to give you this , I wanted you to have it for a long time and as much as I'm bad with words I'll just let you read it latter and I want you to hold on to it " he took out the helmet handing it over to her to take , it was wrapped in her favourite colour wrap , so she couldn't read what's he wrote just yet , his phone rang before she could say anything he looked at her apologetically as he stood up " I have to head out " she nods silently holding back tears as he hugged Gigi goodbye and turned to her , both holding it in for the sake of the other as they shared a tight hug , he hummed as she mumbled with her head on his shoulder " please take care of yourself, no fighting , and don't be so hard on yourself out there , just enjoy it and make some good memories, alright?" He nods tightening his arms around her " you too , try not to overwork yourself , yeah? , I'll visit once I get the chance and will call , so you better keep your phone on or I'll fly back to Knock you door down " she gave a weak chuckle" I'll hold you to that " he nods again " make sure to cheer for me " she affirmed " always" , he sway them gently before he settled with a quite " okay" and with that they finally let go .

He took the empty bag with him , heading to the front door calling out for Marc " Oi ! Mario ! " Laughing at the loud groan and the stomping feet down the hall " still not my name!!" He stood with O'Connell in his arms a frown in his face seeing Daniel by the door ready to leave " you're not staying?" The driver shook his head, reaching out to scratch the cats head grinning as it purred in content " not this time , I gotta catch a flight soon , but I need you to take care of you aunt for me , ok !" the boy nod in understanding , puffing his chest and giving Daniel a small hug as his aunt and sister stood behind him watching as Daniel opened the door to leave , stepping out he turned when marc called out to him waving along with Gigi " we will cheer for you uncle Danny!" Along with an exited shout from his sister, he chuckled as he turn back getting in the car , waving at them as he rolled down the window as the car drove away .

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Two hours later Max and Daniel sat in their seats getting ready to take off for their next race . A heavy silence overtook them but was soon cut off by Max who adjusted his headrest for the tenth time since he sat down, Groaning in annoyance before he threw it away to grab another pillow, Daniel looked at him as he threw it away asking in concern " what's wrong with you?!" Max started bouncing his leg up and down " it's quite , too quite, and it makes me anxious" Daniel shook his head " it's not the silence, Max it's cause she's not here " Max stilled " I know and it's just don't feels right " his friend sighed as he nods in agreement " I know. But it's out of our hands " Max replied in a quite voice as he turned his head away " that's what makes it harder to bear " looking out the window as they started moving up and off the ground.

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The latest Rumours circulating the grid aren't just rumours anymore, as News of a sudden Mid-Season changes shook the F1 community to it's core . MERCEDES AMG F1 Team decided to replace their well known driver (Y/N L/N) with Williams former driver (George Russell) .

Sources confirmed that this occurred during the Hungarian Grand Prix right before summer break , where (L/N) contract was terminated by MERCEDES management, although this happened during the race weekend L/N went on to race her last round with the silver arrows scoring herself the third place along with her now former teammate (sir Lewis Hamilton) in second , and her long time friend/rival (Max Verstappen) in first place , ending her time as one of the arrows with an Impressive score .

F1 Fans and community widely criticized the decision once the team announcement of Russell's new position couple of days before the Belgian Grand Prix, bashing the Team's poor judgement and favouritism towards (Russell) as the team neglected to address the reasons behind the sudden irrational choice as some put it to be or even mentioning their former driver in any form of thank or gratitude for her time or achievement in the years she spent with them which fueled fans rage even more , putting the blame on the principle (Toto Wolff) as a major factor in losing such established driver as her , commenting on how (MERCEDES) gave up this year title for their rivals (RED BULL Racing)on a silver plate, as the replacement came in a critical time for both teams competing for the title with promising results from the former driver as she stood neck to neck against Verstappen with her teammate and former world champion far behind them .

Other sources commented that this move wasn't well played by MERCEDES who decided to make such bold move but it came with a hidden intent, saying [ "mercedes knew how much other teams wanted to secure her as a fixed driver for the next 5 years at least , such as red bull who wanted to sings her since 2019 , and Ferrari and now even Aston Martin with their developing team as Sebastian Vettel announced his retirement, but Toto was smart enough to oppose, promising to extend her contract up to 23 , but now that he turned his attention towards Russell as a valuable addition to their team's development he had to make sure these teams secured their drivers for the next season at least as a precaution , guaranteeing she'd stay out of competition while he develop his car in peace, even if it cost him a WDC" ] .

Others referred to it as an overdue decision but a good move in the right direction, referring to the now former driver name being involved in a series of scandals and alleged rumours circulating since 2018 regarding her dating other drivers , other rumours regarding assault and abuse towards working staff and mechanics and even misuse of position due to the favouritism she received for being the only female driver . All was dropped since no witnesses nor victims of these alleged accusations came to light . Some even speculated her leave was due to personal matters nodding at a possible pregnancy as some put it to be , but the driver is yet to address the topic in any of her social media platforms.

Either way (L/N) presence will be missed and hopefully her absence won't last long with the upcoming seasons we wish her the best in both her personal life and career as a F1 driver .

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≥ formula 1 princess dating diaries and her royal lover .

≥ what Christian Horner said about Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N relationship .

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05:54 , she ran back and forth through the house as she held her folders and bag in one hand and the other held her phone and reading glasses case , she dumped them all in the table by the front door , checking mentality to see what she forgot in her rush , repeating twice before a sleepy voice came from the corner of the living as he walked up to her holding a pair of heels " Bibi , you forgot your shoes in the hallway " , she looked at him then at the heels in his hand then at her bare feet before she rushed back in mumbling to herself " I'm losing my damn mind " , she asked in concern as she looked at his tired face with hair tangled and over his eyes " I'm so sorry Tommy ,I must've woke you up with me running around at the crack of dawn " thanking him purposefully as he held his arm for her to hold on as she puts them on , he shook his head slowly in denial " it's okay , you didn't , I was already awake when your third alarm start blaring " she rolled her eyes at his teasing tone but that didn't lessen her concern " you had nightmares ? " He shook his head " not recently , I Just couldn't sleep , that's all ".

Once she's done she stood back with a frown before she held her hand to his forehead in worry " maybe you caught something , I should stay , go back in , I'll make you some tea and ........" He cuts her rambling before she could Push him back inside, chuckling at her frowning face and turned her back to the front door " you are not doing any of that , you are going to take a deep breath , and go out there and do what you do best " she looked back questioning " find a hole and hide in it " he made a face at her answer before exclaiming " what !? , No! That's my thing , you! , are going out there and prove how great you are ! " She whines at this , trying to sidestep her way back inside but he held his ground " fine ! I'll get some sleep aaannnd,...." He paused as she looked at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow , he groaned at her " I'll eat three full meals and I'll even send you proof , there ! Happy " she gave a satisfied nod as she picked her bag putting her everything in before she held her folders up and turned to her brother asking seriously " how do I look?" He nods with two thumbs up " like you're on your way to fire someone for sleeping in work hours " she hummed in thought " not likely but I can do with that " he pushed her out as they heard a car park outside, she gave him a quick hug " make sure to sleep well and I'll be waiting for these meals young man , oh and I left you a patch of muffins they're still warm , and don't drink so much coffee, you won't sleep well , and ........." He rolled his eyes " and you'll be late " she cursed as she ran down the driveway shouting back " I love you , stay safe " he laughed as she almost trip and shouts back " love you too , sly out there " she held the car door after she tripped again, laughing at herself as she gave a final wave " I'll try ! " .

He got back in after he shut the door , taking a deep breath as he threw himself on the couch face first , covering his head with his arms as his mind wandered back to the conversation he had with his brother, and the phone call he had last week, all raging in his mind like a hurricane waiting to strike .

He turned on his side ,eyes falling on the framed pictures , from old to new , far away memories and wide smiles , all of their family and their closest friends have at least one if not more , just like his sister insisted.

He smiled at the memory of having to frame and put up every single one under her order and preference , but his smile fades slightly as his eyes fell on his favourite one . right in the middle, he could barely remember any of his memories when he was that age or where it was taken , but he still recall how happy they all were that day , his brother Eddie was standing behind them both with his arms holding them , his sister standing by his side his head leaning on her shoulder as she held him from the side with her head leaning on his , all three are caught in a laugh, their father could be seen sitting in the background smiling fondly at his children.

He couldn't get himself to look away as his eyes stung with unshed tears , he whispered to himself " we'll be alright , we have to ....... we'll be alright " , repeating on and on until he drifts away into a dreamless sleep , finally letting his mind get it's much needed rest .

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The car rolled to a stop Infront of a sky scraper, the sight alone was intimidating , the spotless building stood tall and mighty before her , she got out still looking up at her new work place, adjusted her suit jacket as she took a deep breath in , releasing it in a calm exhale, looking back down she straightened her posture, walking on with a new purpose in her steps, confidently making her way in , nodding in acknowledgement as employees and receptionists stood in greeting to her .

Her assistant stood by the elevator, greeting her kindly before giving her a full schedule of the day along with upcoming meetings and other engagements that required her presence .

They stepped out once they arrived to their destination , the hallway was empty as they made their way down to the last door to the left , inside every head of department along with their assistant managers , stood in the conference room , all waiting for her arrival, greeting in firm nods as their eyes followed her like a prey , waiting for a slip to attack.

she kept her gaze confident yet respectful as she took her place at the head of the table gesturing with both hands for everyone to take a seat .

She remained standing as she spoke in an even calm voice " for a start I'd like to thank everyone for their time in such short notice , and I hope staring from today we establish a solid understanding built on trust, and honest effort " she paused as they showed their agreement to her words , she went on in assuring tone " no drastic changes will occur for now as we go through the last quarter of the year, however each department will be undergoing an evaluation trial , starting from today up until next year's first quarter, by then we'll have more insight to make the right and much needed decisions , however in case of priorities we'll make and execute such drastic changes accordingly " she took a moment of silence incase anyone have any opposing opinion, she went on when she found non , "seeing we're all on the same page here , shall we begin?" .

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more memes cause why not !

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┃ pairings ➣ 〔 ❛ lewis hamilton x missu!reader ❜ 〕

┃ summary ➣ 〔 ❛ he was sunshine and she was midnight rain. ❜ 〕

┃ face claim ➣ 〔 ❛ Catriona Gray ❜ 〕

┃ warnings ➣ 〔 ❛ swearing, moved the timeline of the miss universe 2022 ❜ 〕

Rain, he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain.

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My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion, jumping off things in the ocean.

six months earlier

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f1updates‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Mercedes' Lewis Hamilton flies in New Orleans 5 days before the Abu Dhabi grand prix to support his Girlfriend (Y/n) (Y/l/n) in #MissUniverse2022 pageant.

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y/nenthusiast‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

scuderiafer ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you could really see how Lewis' loves (Y/n), imagine your boyfriend flying from Brazil to New Orleans and travelling over 9 hours just to support you, my ex could never lmao

f1updates‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @scuderiafer i agree, but girl u okay??

charlsync‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I just know that he was so proud that (Y/n) won the pageant

beeyonce7‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ him and that black suit tho

lewkitsham‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ he's so supportive of her, I cannot, my heart! 😭❤️

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I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

It was the day before Christmas, festive decorations fills up the interior of the racer's home in Monaco, laughters of many F1 racers can also be heard through the British's property, everyone was in their festive mood, well except for him, Lewis.

He had received a text from his girlfriend saying "Hey Lew, my love, I'm so sorry I can't celebrate Christmas with you, I have a scheduled photoshoot with Vogue today and meeting with some UNICEF Ambassadors tomorrow, I know it's our thing to celebrate Christmas with the drivers and how much I want to celebrate, Miss Universe duties needs me, I'm so sorry again." Fuck the Miss Universe duties, he hated it, he booked far too many dates and cancelled far too many he only wanted to hangout and be romantic to her but she's too busy with those duties that irritates the soul out of him but nonetheless he replied with "it's okay my love, there's always next year, goodluck, I love you" , (Y/n) had always been busy eversince she had won as Miss Universe he knows she deserves any of it because she worked her ass off just to be in that position, he sighed as he turned off his phone, he didn't want to admit it but his heart is slowly shattering in many pieces, all because of your rising fame.

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He was sunshine, I was midnight rain, he wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain.

March 03, 2023, 57 days before the break up

"I think I want to break up with him, we aren't working out as we used to be, I'm losing time for him, he's always been so understanding and considerate he's like a sunshine to my dark cloudy sky." (Y/n) said to her phone as she talks to her close friend Gigi Hadid whom replied with "WHAT?! no babe, I mean, he's isn't used to your new schedule with you having your 'Miss Universe Duties', maybe you guys should talk it out? some things are needed to be sort out Hun, you can do this."

(Y/n) sighed "Sure, sure, thanks Gi, love you bye" she had ended the call and heads to the master bedroom little did she know, a drop of tear had fallen to British's eyes who is hanging out by the living room, he heard it all, her wanting to break up with him, and her body language earlier with him when she entered their shared home in New York, luckily she got her time off with her Duties, she didn't greet him with a huge hug that always seem knock him over like she used to do before instead she just smiled at him and kiss his cheek and heads to their bedroom to sleep.

He just wanted to have a comfortable life with you, you gave him comfort through his days that he wasn't feeling himself and vice versa but now you seem to not even acknowledge his existence, you seem to want the pain that you are feeling.

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He wanted a bride, I was making my own name, Chasing that fame, He stayed the same

April 24, 2023 : their anniversary, New York

The beautiful city lights that seems to bright up the night sky is seen through the lounge of the British's almost empty private yacht as he prepares for one of the biggest day of his life, he was now proposing to his long time girlfriend, caressing the diamond Marquise cut engagement ring when footeps he had known for 4 years was heard that made the British put the ring back on the red box and hide it in his beige pants, "Hi Love, I'm so sorry I'm late" the 26 year old Beauty queen had sat down in the chair opposite from the British, as they settled in the two spoke at the same time "I have something to tell you"

They laughed "you go first Lew" the girl said to her boyfriend "no, darling you go first" the man replied "What no— you!" (Y/n) exclaimed

"ladies first darling" the girl nodded as she exhaled deeply and started to speak

"Lewis, we need to break up" the once smiling face of the 38 year old racer immediately vanished "what—why?" the man said as he stumbled through his words he cannot process what his girlfriend was saying, Is she okay?, Why was she doing this especially when he's ready to be with her through his lifetime?

"Lewis baby, listen to me okay" (Y/n) leaned on the table as she caresses the driver's face, "these past months we aren't acting like we used to be, we aren't the same Lewis and (Y/n) that consistently have coffee dates and late night drives . . . I'm not the same (Y/n) who gave time to you, I'm well aware that I was ignoring your existence that made us be far more distance to each other, I also know you've been cancelling too much dates and celebrations that you've prepared for me that I wasn't able to attend, I hate knowing that those stupid actions that I do you still continued to love me endlessly, I don't deserve that, YOU don't deserve that love." (Y/n) continued looking at Lewis as he stands up not believing what he just heard coming from your mouth he walks by her side holding her hands and falling down to his knees

"No,no,no,no, this can't be darling, we can get through this" Lewis said as he squeeze her hand, tears streaming down his cheeks, (Y/n) removed his hand from her hand in a tight grip "Lewis I'm sorry, but we need to end this" those was the last words she said as she stood up from her chair and walking out from the yacht

Lewis weakly stood up from the floor, he seemed weak he hated this feeling that he's experiencing now, his hand absentmindedly goes through his right pocket of his pants, getting the red box

"this was supposed be my best day." he walks inside of the yacht and through his bedroom there, he puts the red box hidden through a safe that he never opened, he wiped the tears forming in his dark brown eyes as he settled on his bed and got his phone from the night stand calling his assistant

"Hey sorry to disturb you at this hour but can you tell the others to have my private jet ready by 12 midnight i'm flying back to Azerbaijan." his voice was hoarse from crying in which his assistant seem to notice but didn't say a word to clearly getting the reason.

"it's alright sir, everything is now organized, the chaffeur will fetch you at your yacht at exactly 11:30, enjoy your flight sir!" the assistant replied clacking of keyboard was heard from the other line, Lewis said his 'thank you' and ended the call

the British decided to go to short slumber, wanting to sleep off the pain he's feeling.

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All the love we unravel and the life I gave away

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And he never thinks of me, except when I'm on TV

December 12, 2023 : 8 months after the split, London

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your.username‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It has been an honor and privilege to be your Miss Universe, I'm forever grateful for the support I had received this past year and even until now!, being Miss Universe not only helped me to fulfill my dreams but it also helped others to make their dreams come true, thank you again, Mahal ko kayong lahat! 🌸❤️ I love you all!

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swiftiediction‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wtff TAYLOR LIKED (Y/N)'S POST WHAT IN THE MULTIVERSE IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!

gigihadid‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ forever proud of you babe! ❤️

your.username‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ thank you, love you!

lewy/nenthusiast‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mom is so pretty omg

charlosrari‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she's so pretty and so outspoken, I love her!

❝ Auntie (Y/n) is so pretty ❞ Willow exclaimed while her brother was intently watching (Y/n)'s farewell walk in Miss Universe in the television

Lewis was at his parents house after a wild season in Formula 1, he certainly needed a break and one place comes to mind was his family home in London and to surprise him more was that his niece and nephew is staying at the house for a week.

"Who's Pretty?" Lewis has asked entering the living carrying the snack that the younger ones asked for

"Auntie (Y/n)!" The siblings giggled the British driver stopped in his tracks and looking at the screen of the TV, there she is, the woman who he had loved so much and the one who also broke his heart to many pieces, memories came flooding back on his mind about their past relationship, 'it's been a while' he said to himself

"Her blue dress and crown makes her look like a princess! are you gonna meet her soon? Can you take us with you?" Willow asked her uncle, Lewis didn't know what to reply to his niece, he just sighed and went to his niece and nephew's side who's currently cheering for their aunt.

"sure!, I'm pretty sure she misses you guys" he smiled to them, he knows it will not come true but sometimes a little lie wouldn't hurt, right?

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And I never think of him, except on midnights like this

March 28, 2024

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taylorswift ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 'No body, No Crime' my first ever film will hit the theaters this March 30, I cannot express my never ending gratitude to (Y/n), Gemma, Anya, Chris and to the crew who had incredibly helped this film to be everything I imagined A MASTERPIECE!, this is a gift from us to you ❤️

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March 30, 2024: the premiere

(Y/n) was on the way to the priemere of her film after almost 2 years of not acting, she's forever thankful to collaborate with one of her favorite singer, and thanks to Gigi who recommended her for the role.

after a few minutes, she had arrived to the theater everyone was calling out her name and asking questions

❛ (Y/n) how does it feel to be acting again especially in a crime mystery film? ❜

❛ Do you miss being the Miss Universe? ❜

❛ (Y/n) how does it feel to Collab with the Taylor Swift? ❜

❛ (Y/n) do you still talk to Lewis Hamilton? ❜

Lewis, that name who she seem to think about until now, she misses their memories, their trips, she misses him and everything about him, but she chose her career over him it's her fault right?

but now she wonders is it worth it? to leave a relationship you treasure just for fame and career?

[ryaeris]

Fever Dream / H.RJ (preview)

PAIRING: boss!renjun x employee!reader

WORDCOUNT: 556 (for now..)

SUMMARY: it was only supposed to be him helping you, from boss to employee, but when your fake dating plan goes awry you have no choice whether or not to question if the lines between real and fake have blurred.

WARNINGS: none at the moment but will be updated when the rest comes out

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“is everything alright over here?” 

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you turned around to see your boss huang renjun quickly approaching you and the man that didn’t know what ‘no’ meant.

his arm circled around your waist, pulling you into him with a force that almost knocked you over, tucking you into the crevice of his side. the small male leaned into the crook of your neck, placing small kisses from your neck to your ear. you shivered at the contact, anxiety mixed with excitement swirled in your gut as you threw a questioning look to him out of the corner of your eye.

his nose gently traced the column of your throat as his lips aligned to your ear, your body tensing once his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “what are you doing?” you whispered with a faux smile. He shot a look of annoyance to the man that was hitting on you, “anyone in this room can tell you’re uncomfortable.” his hand trailed down the side of your waist, gripping your hip firmly. “so play along.”

sparing one last look at the man in front of you, you gave renjun a tiny nod.

there were many things wrong with what was happening; for one, your boss was basically grinding against you, this was extremely unprofessional, and the fact that you were into it was making you question yourself. you could feel the heat in your stomach that your logic was desperately trying to put out. you were so not into your boss… right? 

you could feel the eyes of your co-workers burning into you and him. there was a light blow of chuckled air before he pulled back slightly to look at you, an amused smirk plastered on his face. much to your dismay, his amusement caused heat to rush to your cheeks, your first instinct being to hide your burning face in the crook of his neck. your wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, a mental plea being put out into the universe for some to come and kill you now. 

"how much longer do you think we have to do this?" you timidly asked him; what was ‘this’? you couldn’t help but ask yourself.

you felt him smile against your skin of your temple as he replied, "a few hours? maybe a few minutes? who knows?” you picked your head up, giving him a deathly glare, but that stupid smirk still on his face. “i don’t suppose it’ll take them long to make up their stories, so why not give them a show?" he leaned his head down, your lips brushing against his in a teasing manner.

you knew what he was doing, he was baiting you, pushing you to your limits to see how far you’d go until your resolve cracked. his breathing that mingled with yours was excruciating, but you wouldn’t dare try to kiss him.

his tantalizing hands slid from your forearms, over your shoulders, all the way down to your back where he placed his hands on your hips. his burning touches left goosebumps in its wake as he whispered into your ear.  "i don’t suppose we need to continue this, right?" you bit your lip in poorly hidden dismay, but you forced yourself to nod in agreement. 

“right.” but your response was breathless.

[pupkashi]

Since spooki season is almost upon us, I'll be choosing prompt #39 + Satoru Gojo <33

oh gigi i knew i could trust u <333 hope you enjoy this !!!

join the celebration!

“satoru have you seen my-” your words die in your mouth when you see what your lover is wearing.

he’s sporting an red f1 uniform, with the letters ‘RUSTEEZE’ sprawled across his chest, various logos across his chest and down his biceps.

“lightning McQueen is so hot” you mumble, staring at satoru while he grins at you, his arms extended as he fixes his sleeves. “what happened to going as a couple?” you laughed, continuing to shamelessly check him out as he turned to walk to his closet.

“i got you a sally one!” he beamed, pulling out a baby blue outfit, urging you to try it on.

you’re practically pushed into the restroom, a smile on your face as you slip the costume on, laughing to yourself as you look in the mirror. it didn’t look that bad actually.

when you walk out of the restroom, satoru is seated on the bed, two lightning bolt stickers on his cheeks, his mouth opening to form an ‘o’ as he takes your figure in.

“how’s it look?” you smile sheepishly.

satoru says one word before he’s standing up and taking two large strides towards you, “kachow” he smiles, crashing his lips onto yours and stopping the laugh that was about to leave your lips.

“how about we do a couple laps here if you know i mean” he mumbled against your lips. you’re smiling at him, giving him a peck before shoving him slightly.

“we told them we’d go! i don’t wanna flake again just cause you can’t keep it in your pants” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek before gently nipping at his neck.

satoru groans at your action, knowing you just love getting a rise out of him.

“also McQueen is nascar not f1” you point out, smiling as satoru rolls his eyes at you, grabbing the car keys and holding the door open for you.

“maybe you are sally personified” he mumbles to himself, checking you out as you walk to the car, smiling as turn to look at him.

“cmon! you don’t wanna be late do ya?” you tease, satoru walks quickly next to you, his hand grabbing your waist as he opens the car door for you.

the two of you stayed a respectable amount of time, but the longer you stared at satoru the more you understood sally. satoru definitely looked amazing in that costume, and you didn’t know how much longer you could take without ripping that damn thing off him.

[btsqualityy]

Mason loves to pamper his girls. For Brooklyn’s 7th birthday, she wanted a spa theme. Mason and Kins thought she wanted another fairy/princess theme but Brooklyn shot it down completely.

“I want a spa theme daddy!” She giggled as she climbed on his lap in bed to squish his cheeks. “The complete package!”

Kins snorted and continued feeding Aiden. “Complete package? What do you know about the complete package.”

“I know mommy!” She huffed and crossed her arms. “Papa and Gigi took me and unnie there! I got pink glitter fingers and toes AND a massage..”

Mason smiled. “Okay baby…we can do a spa theme. What else would would like?”

Brooklyn squealed at the approval (like she wants going to get her way anyways) and listed off facials, massages, pedicures and manicures and sparkly drinks in glasses WITH real diamond crowns! The list went on and on. Mason took everything seriously and typed everything on his phone making side comments that hyped Brooklyn up more!

“You got that daddy?” She checked. “The panda face masks and lipgloss?”

Mason snuggled her before kissing her face. “I did baby girl! Anything for you!”

“Thank you daddy! I love you!” She said kissing his cheek multiple times!

Kinsley reached over and pinched her cheek. “Just daddy?”

“Love you too mommy!” She smiled the kissing her mama’s cheek. Brooklyn looked at a 4 month old Aiden who just finished eating and kissing him. “And you too my chunky baby!”

Aiden cooed back at his noona which caused Mason and Kinsley to smile.

——————-

A/N: Mason had a BLAST at the spa party. More so than the girls invited! I see Mason being the new Yoongi with the pretty princess time! He even wanted to buy each of the invited girls, a mini real tiara (Brooklyn rocked one though), but Kinsley shot that down real quick along with the pony idea which was a last minute added addition! Lol!

Brooklyn is super spoiled and it’s all Mason, Yoongi and Namjoon’s fault 😭She knows that if she goes to Mason with requests, he’s gonna do everything he can to make sure it happens

[sweetsbfreex]

date night

summary: "..I would love to see mafia!steve and reader have a date night and be so suave and flirtatious. Meanwhile Elysia is running rings around the babysitter, and when the couple come back she’s all cute and tucked up"

+

"a mafia Steve hc with the “wear whatever u want I can fight”

in the dad!mafia!steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none!

-

“Honey, are you gonna wear the emerald tie?” You shout to Steve from your closet, sitting at your vanity as you put on your necklace. 

“Yeah, you asked me to,” Steve answers, the click of his shoes moving closer, as he adjusted his cufflinks. 

You smile at his cuteness. Not many, if any, could say they had Steve Rogers following their every word. 

When Steve stops at the entrance of your spacious, walk-in closet. He stops at the sight of you. 

You hid what you would wear tonight, the only hint being his tie color. He knows no matter what you wear, you’ll always shine. But this was killer. 

The emerald green dress falls over his wife gracefully. With a decent amount of her cleavage that makes him clench his jaw with need. 

“Look at my gorgeous girl,” he whistles. 

You smile up at him when he’s at your side, his hand out to raise you from your seat. He twirls you once, like a dainty fairy. Then stiffly brings you to him, your back to his chest. 

He moves your hair to the side. Your neck bare to him as he kisses up and down the side of your neck. His plump lips suck and nip at your skin, basking in your shallow breaths and fastened pace. 

“You’re gonna keep me strapped with a fucking hard on, with this little get up.” 

Impatiently, his hands grope at your sides, bunching up the fabric. That is until you stop his hands, turning so you are facing him. 

“You’ll wrinkle the dress,” you tell him, bringing your hands up to cup the sides of his neck. 

His hands fall to the lowest point of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass. “You expect me to keep my hands to myself while you’re in this?” He scoffs. “Send me the dry cleaning bill” he leans down to kiss you, grinning when he pulls away and you wipe the lip gloss from his lips. 

“Are you sure this is alright?” Your hands run down your dress subconsciously. It was your first date night in a while. You didn’t want anything messing it up. 

“Honey, are you kidding me? You look phenomenal. So ignore whatever contradictions those thoughts of yours are telling you,” he kisses your cheek. 

“Thank you. You look really handsome.” your thumb runs over his bottom lip, gazing your eyes to his. “Your ass looks great too” you reach your other hand to slap it. 

“Woah!” He jumps in jest, chuckling. “Save that for tonight, all right?” he says this with a satisfied smirk. 

You giggle at his joke, bringing his face down for one more kiss. When you pull away, his stare seems intense. 

“Fuck.” He sighs as he gives you a once over, palming your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to fight someone off tonight, aren’t I?

“Shut up,” You laugh, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go before we miss the reservation”

In reality, for a man of Steve’s status, the restaurant would hold the reservation for as long as needed. No matter what, they’d be prepared and ready to service the Rogers’. The hefty tip was an added bonus, always causing disarray between the employees. 

-

Elysia sits next to Giana, the second oldest of the Gotti family. One of the few people you and Steve could trust to watch and protect Elysia if anything were to happen. 

She’s sixteen, and the biggest book lover you’ll ever meet. Her t-shirt compliments her brown skin and she’s all dressed up to babysit, with her curls up and out of her face. 

The two girls are sitting on the living room floor, completing a puzzle. 

“Wow!!” Elysia cheers, running to hug your legs, then Steve’s who lifts her onto his hip. 

“Thank you, honey” you lean to kiss her cheek. 

“You guys look great!” Giana compliments with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much, gigi,” you say at the same time Steve says thank you. 

“G, we’ll be back by 11, the latest. The credit card is on the dining room table, if you’re hungry or need anything, feel free to use it. And make sure this bug,” Steve tickles a squirming Elysia’s stomach. “Is in bed by nine, if you can. God forbid anything happens, you know which bookcase right?” 

“I do. All good,” Giana replies. 

“Okay, we’ll see you guys soon. Thank you so much for watching her” You kiss Elysia’s cheek multiple times, before you and Steve are hugging Giana goodbye.

-

PER SE 

The restaurant is dimly lit and the pleasant, soft sound of Louis Armstrong’s La vie en rose adds to the picturesque atmosphere. 

Your hand in hand with Steve as you follow the host to your seat. It’s private, lit with a beautiful chandelier and candle sat in the middle of the table, and pale pink peonies scattered around the table top. 

Your heart skips at the thought. The restaurant wouldn’t do this on their own, you know Steve had requested it. Peonies we’re your favorite. 

Steve pulls out your seat then pushes it in, then he’s sat across from you. One hand rests on the table, asking to hold yours. 

“Good evening, I’m Antonio. May I take your order for drinks, Mr and Mrs Rogers?” 

“You’re best red wine and a Château d'Yquem for the Mrs.” The accent rolls off his tongue gracefully. You love the way his voice goes down a pitch when he speaks another language. 

You pinch your eyes together at your husband. 

“Please,” he adds gravely. You smile at him. 

“Thank you,” you add, smiling up at the man. 

-

AT HOME

“Can I have a cookie, please?” Elysia pops up from her hunched figure over the puzzle. 

“Your mom said no sweets after eight,” Giana replies.

“Please!” She pleads once again, holding onto Giana’s arm. 

“I’m sorry, Lys, but your ma said no.”

“Fine.” Elysia huffs. Then she screams. She screams to her highest pitch relentlessly, hands in fists at her side. 

“Shh,” Giana tries, but to no avail. “Okay! Okay! Just one!” 

“Thank you!” Elysia smiles sweetly, lifting herself off the floor as she skips to the kitchen, awaiting Giana. 

Oh frick. Giana thinks to herself. 

-

PER SE 

“Do you remember when we went roller skating on our third date?” You ask, taking a bite of your mussels. 

“Yeah, but only because you asked to, I would never embarrass myself for a girl that wasn’t you.” Steve answers. “Try this,” he stretches his arms to bring his spoon to your lips. 

You smile at what he said. This man loved you so much and you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Roller skating was your idea, only because you wanted to try something a bit more active. You knew Steve probably wasn’t up for it, but you would never know with how quickly he replied with “Whatever you wanna do, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” 

The both of you busted your asses all night, but you did it together, alone. Steve rented out the place for a few hours, and got the DJ to play your playlist. 

“I really appreciate that, you know,” 

“What?” Steve wonders. 

“How sweet you are to me. You’re always willing to do whatever I wanna do and you’re always there. It's just nice. So thank you”

His eyes soften at your admission, “Honey, it’s my job. You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiles, before reaching over to kiss you. 

-

AT HOME 

“Do you wanna play hide n seek?” 

“Okay, but this is the last thing we do before bedtime. And it has to be on this floor” 

Elysia is already dressed down in her cream, silk pajama set. All Giana has to do is set her in her bed, read her a bedtime story, and play one of her lullabies. 

“Okay! You count, G. I hide” Elysia orders, tapping her foot as she waits for Giana to turn around and count. 

Once she starts, Elysia goes to the kitchen and quickly ducks into her special hiding spot. 

Giana turns around and quickly realizes how bad of an idea this is. Their house is expansive. There’s an unlimited variety of crooks and crannies that Elysia’s small body could fit through. 

Giana walks through the living room, “Lys? Maybe we should just go to bed.” She couldn’t lie, but she was getting freaked out with eerie silence.

“AHh OMG!” 

When Giana finally walks through the kitchen, she feels something warm touch her ankle. 

A familiar giggle bounces off the walls as Elysia’s head pops out a cupboard, “You scream like mommy!”

“Bedtime, Elysia” Giana huffs.

-

PER SE

Steve sits in his chair with a huff. You squint at the noticeable wrinkle in his shirt, the light perspiration over his hair line, and the redness over his knuckles. 

“What were you doing just now?” your eyebrow raises at the way he gulps down the rest of his cool drink. 

“Some asshole owes me money. Two birds one stone,” he answers.

“Steve,” you chastise.

“I promise this was not a factor in our date spot, the prick just so happened to be here.” Steve shrugs innocently. “I didn’t even hit him, just knocked him around a little.”

“C’mon don’t pout, baby” he leans over, running his thumb over the bottom of your lip. But to no avail.

“Maybe this will lift your mood,” he smiles, placing a small, red bag in front of you. 

You begin to remove the tissue paper, “What would lift my mood is if my husband wouldn’t-- oh my gosh!” you gasp.

Steve sits in his seat smugly, watching your mood lift. 

“How did you even get this?” you question Steve, running your palm over the smooth, black, leather purse. “This isn’t released for another year.”

“C’mon, baby, do you know who I am?” 

Steve doesn’t even attempt to hide the cockiness in his features and in the tone of his voice. Flourishing in the glowing smile on his other half’s face. 

You launch from your seat into Steve’s lap. Your hands thrown over his neck as place kiss after kiss to his scruffy cheek. “I love you, so much,” you kiss Steve again. 

“I love you,” Steve replies, an arm wrapped around your waist as his hand gropes your ass. “Let’s hurry home.”

-

AT HOME

You and Steve are welcomed to a quiet house, except for the low sound of the television in the living room. 

“Hey, G” you greet Giana, “Did everything go well?”

Giana, seated on the couch, looks up from her phone. “Everything was wonderful,” she cheers, standing up.

“I’m glad everything was okay, thank you so much for watching her for us,” you hug her before turning to Steve, “I’m gonna go check on Lis.”

As you walk past him, you brush your hand down his arm. Steve can’t help but stare at your retreating figure. When you're no longer there to keep him entranced, he turns to Giana with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you so much, G. Me and Y/n really needed a night out, I appreciate you and your parents for letting you watch her for a bit.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers”

There was a beat of silence, “..Now be honest, she was a little demon wasn't she?” 

“The worst!” Giana groans, hands rubbing down her face. “But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, She was just in a mischievous mood tonight. But she’s an angel, don't worry.”

Steve laughs at Giana’s response and story of the mis happenings of tonight. Steve wasn’t in this profession for nothing. The strained yet genuine smile in Giana’s face gave her away automatically. 

“For tonight, thank you again.” Steve holds a decent amount of money in his hand towards Giana. A decent amount, but way too much for a kid her age. 

“Oh no Mr Rogers. This a lot”

“It’s nothing. Your father would kill me if I let you come back with a measly $100,” Steve jokes. 

Giana grabs it a bit reluctantly, “Thank you so much,” she smiles.

“It’s nothing, I’ll walk you out.”

-

When Steve hits the top of the stairs, he watches you lean against the doorframe of Elysia's bedroom. He looms over you, cocooning his body into yours as his arms wrap your waist. 

Your hands lay over his, and you giggle when the scruff of his beard can be felt against the hinge of your jaw as he places light kisses there. A sigh of content falls from your lips.

“You have a great night tonight?” Steve asks, voice low. 

You angle your face until you’re looking at him, “The most perfect night.” you respond, placing an easy peck to his lips. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve brings a hand, his palm cups your face as his thumb sits right under your chin. 

-

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[jareausbau]

you're mine

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

summary: jeremiah takes you to a party on the beach, and things don't go the way you planned. you end up leaving the party early out of frustration, but a turn of events causes the night to become better than you were expecting it to be.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, smut, fem!receiving, fingering. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been pretty busy lately so sorry this took longer than expected! also, i wrote this quickly and i'm posting without proofreading first, so i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lmao

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Summers in Cousins were your favorite time of the year, so much so that you counted down the days until your trip down to visit starting from the day that you left the year before. Your family stayed at the house next to the one owned by the Fisher family, and you, the two boys, and Belly and Stephen Conklin had been inseparable since you were able to walk. Spending the summer with people that were close to your age meant that you were all trusted you to go out whenever you wanted to, as long as you promised that you would be careful with one another each time. That was why all of you had headed to the beach that night when someone had mentioned a party happening to Jeremiah and Steven. The group had dispersed shortly after you had arrived, and you and Jeremiah had been hanging around by the campfire that had been set up. You walked over to the coolers that someone had brought in search of something to drink for the two of you while Jeremiah was going to find Steven to talk to him about a customer at their work earlier in the day. You turned around a few minutes later with two drinks in your hand, your eyes scanning for where Jeremiah had disappeared to in the large crowd. Your eyes finally found him, a frown instantly forming on his face once you saw Gigi, the girl that had practically been throwing herself at Jeremiah lately, talking to him. You started to make your way over to the pair when you saw her rest her hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, a foreign feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

Pushing through it, you finally came to stand a few feet away from your boyfriend just as Gigi was leaning up to press her lips against Jeremiah's, and you'd had enough. The second Jeremiah pushed her away your fist collided with her cheek, Gigi stepping backwards and holding her face with a gasp.

"What was that for?" she exclaimed, a dumbfounded look on her face that made you want to beat her up until her face caved in.

"You know exactly what that was for, slut," you said back to her, making Jeremiah's eyes go wide.

"Hey, why don't we-" he began, though you were already storming off towards the car that Jeremiah drove you to the beach in.

He sighed, beginning to run after you, but you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Y/N-"

"Jeremiah, please just shut up," you mumbled angrily, your gaze out the window the entire trip back home.

Before you could get out and head back to his place, Jeremiah grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his family's house, making you sigh.

"I'm not talking with you about this right now," you exclaimed as quietly as you could, knowing that Susannah and Laurel were probably asleep already.

"But we need to talk, Y/N," Jeremiah said, dragging you up the stairs behind him and shutting his door, making sure to lock it so that it would take you longer to escape if you tried to make a run for it.

"Gigi kissed me, not the other way around. I don't feel anything for her."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You seemed like you felt something for her when you were flirting with her before she kissed you."

"That wasn't flirting, Y/N, that was talking. She was trying to flirt with me, but I was turning down her advances."

You rolled your eyes at his words that might have been true but you couldn't be sure about, heading towards the door to leave.

"Y/N, wait," Jeremiah called, and you turned around to face him once more.

"Just leave me alone, Jeremiah," you exclaimed, but before you could turn around to leave, Jeremiah walked over towards you.  

Bracing both of his palms on the door around your face to effectively trap you where you were, Jeremiah leaned in and pressed his lips against you harshly, the act making your knees weak despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him so badly.

He pulled away a few moments later, and you got lost in his gorgeous eyes. A small smile formed on his face, and one hand moved down to cup your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am," he whispered, and it was all you could do to not absolutely collapse under his stare.

"Fine," you mumbled out, and Jeremiah was quick to attach his lips to yours again.

His other hand moved down to press against your lower back, slowly shifting downwards to squeeze your ass. You let out a groan into his mouth, and the boy smirked as he continued to kiss you like his live depended on it.

Jeremiah moved his hand around you so it was now resting on your stomach, fingers so close to where you were desperate for him to move them to. His fingers slowly trailed down, moving under the hem of your way-too-short dress to grip your thigh underneath it.

"This thing is tiny," he whispered against your lips. "One wrong move and anyone could've seen anything."

"Maybe that was the point," you whispered back.

He was quick to brush his fingertips against you through your underwear, the fabric soaking wet from his teasing.

"God, you're drenched," he said softly, and you quickly pressed your lips against him again.

"Please," you whispered against his mouth, and the boy began to trace his fingers up and down your underwear.

You began to whine, your hips bucking upwards against his hand as you begged him to do more. Jeremiah laughed, eyes scanning yours as he moved the fabric aside, ran two fingers through your folds, and brought them back up to slide into his mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, your hips cantering forward once again as you felt your body practically humming with desire. Jeremiah let out a laugh as he saw how desperate you were, pecking your lips once again before repeating the same process as before. His soaked fingers traveled up to swirl at your clit instead, and you had to bite your tongue to stop the loud moan that was begging to fall from your lips.

"Good girl," Jeremiah whispered, and your hips practically slamming forward into his had him moving his other hand to press your hip against the door, halting tour movements.

His fingers began to ever-so-slowly trace shapes against your bundle of nerves, feeling so good but not nearly being able to get you anywhere.

"Jeremiah," you panted, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

"Hm?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Please," you softly whined, your eyes slamming shut with frustration and your head bowing forward.

"This isn't enough?" he asked sweetly, moving his hand away completely and causing you to let out a soft cry. "What about this?"

His middle finger moved down to slip inside of you, curling so that he could brush against the spongy spot that made your toes curl every time. Your hands quickly moved to brace yourself on Jeremiah's shoulders, and the boy began to slowly thrust his his finger in and out until you couldn't take it anymore.

"More, please," you practically cried out, and one look at Jeremiah's face told you that more was what you were going to get.

Two more of his fingers slid inside of you this time, and he started to quickly fuck you with them. Your head dropped forward almost immediately, and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself from being much louder, though you did still let out soft sounds that you couldn't help.

Feeling how badly you were quivering in his arms, Jeremiah moved his thumb back out to quickly circle your clit once again, your head falling back against the door with a thud.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me," Jeremiah said, and you let out a muffled whine while nodding.

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, three of them prodding as far inside of you as he could possibly get them to go and the other turning your legs into absolute jelly as you felt your orgasm approaching. You clenched around Jeremiah's fingers, your hips moving against his with each thrust as you chased your high.

"You're mine," Jeremiah murmured in your ear, your eyes rolling backwards from his words. "Come for me, pretty girl."

Jeremiah pressed his lips against yours as you let out a cry, the tightly-wound coil inside of you breaking as your orgasm finally washed over you. Jeremiah helped you ride it out, his fingers still brushing against your walls and his thumb slowing down their circling on your clit until you were trembling in his arms from the aftershocks and overstimulation.

He pulled his fingers away from you and immediately slid them into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips at the sight. You could still feel yourself clenching around nothing, gasping at the feeling.

"Never forget that," Jeremiah said, making your absolutely-fucked-out eyes meet his, the smirk on his face driving you insane.

[cognitosclowns]

Oooo do you think you can do kissing headcanons for the whole gang 👁👁 ALSO YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD PLS KEEP IT UP !!!

GODD YES YES YES I FUCKING CANNNNN GRRGKRKGKR <333 HYPERSPECIFIC HEADCANONS MY BELOVED. ANON I ADORE YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS OPPORTUNITY

SURPRISINGLY SFW??? No cocks here smndsm

IM DOIN THIS,, AS like,, a single/a few kisses instead of making out!!

Reagan

Pretty firm? She’s afraid of being Too gentle so expect some Teeth Clacking.

NOT VERY GOOD AT KISSING,,, she kisses Very Hard and doesn’t really move her lips a lot but,, GOD SHE GETS THIS LOVELY LOPSIDED SMILE AFTER <3

it’s worth it even if your lips hurt a bit after smnds.

Brett

He’s definitely more the type to give a Bunch of Small Kisses than one big kiss?? mostly bc he keeps smiling and breaking it

HE,, HAS A HABIT OF HOLDING YOUR CHEEKS?? Like his hand just,, gently cup your face?? <3

‘hi there <3′ with two little blinks when he pulls away. Grk. He’s very Sappy so expect some little comment about how nice that was <3

HE NUZZLES HIS NOSE INTO YOUR CHEEK AFTER <3

Gigi

SHE GRINS INTO THE KISS <33 especially if you're the one initiating. The little ego boost of you wanting a kiss <33 how lovely

<3 raking her nails down either, or down your neck <333

She's not rushing!! Slow, purposeful. Definitely gonna <3 giggle a couple times from how Happy and Warm she feels!!

She's constantly drinking coffee but like,, Super Sugary Lattes? So she tastes like that <333

A few,, soft kisses on the corner of your lips, your cheeks, all around before finishing on your lips <33 a happy little 'i love you <3' is gonna get sprinkled in.

Andre

Messy messy messy. He never quite gets the lips, always either the corner, bottom lip, chin. Maybe it's cause he's smiling so much <3333

‘ooh~ are we,, gonna kiss rn?’ before giving you another kiss.

his hands mostly hold your clothes? He’s definitely a pull-you-in-by-the-lapels type of kisser. Takes you by surprise!

Tastes like how Neon Colors should taste?? Sweet and caffeinated and,, smth Indescribable that feels like Electricity Itself

Glenn

CLUMSY <3 lots of nudged noses, a bit too much tongue. Very earnest though!! its so hard to kiss when you have a snout </3 pain of pains.

Surprisingly gentle?? He'd hate to accidentally nick you with one of his teeth.

Tastes like a distilled country song. Heavy smokey alcoholic flavor that makes your insides feel all warm <3

You’ll Definitely Get A Deep Giggle Outta Him if you come in for another one <333 HES NOT USED TO AFFECTION OK IT MAKES HIM KINDA SOFT <3

Alpha-Beta

Without fail he cups your neck. even if it's just a little peck, his hand is gonna slip behind <333 you'll feel his thumb fiddling on your jaw.

His lips are also,, surprisingly soft?? granted there’s not a lot there but smdnsd at least its smooth.

The slightest smirk. Not only because he's enjoying himself, but,, there's something very Gratifying about feeling you kiss back <3 SMUG BASTARD.

Essentially tasteless, save for the Barest Hint of metal.

Myc

WELL KISSING MYC IS VERY INTERESTING BC,, HE CAN'T REALLY KISS BACK??

Oh lord this man is not used to kisses. Kiss The Orb, you'll get the most Flustered noises outta him

'What the hell is that for!?'

'Oh - sorry-'

'well don't STOP, je-sus.' he's a brat but <333 no he really really really likes kisses. It isn't smth he really Does with people so <3 expect some happy sighs and shivers

its,, maybe the only time he'll shut up.

Jr

Always A Bit Of Tongue. Even if it's just a swipe on the pull away. Cheeky bastard.

THOSE SHOULDERS MELTTT <333 his head even lolls a bit to the side, it's like an off switch

His Lips Are Both Thin AND Chapped! Double whammy sndsmdn

When he pulls back he gets this Lovely Tired Smile. his eyes get all,, half-lidded and soft. You can tell he <3 feels really safe when you kiss him.

‘just one? ;)’ he’s definitely gonna lean in for another <3 he’s pretty shameless most of the time.

[insidethejob]

My Big Happy Family

This is really random, I'm sorry....

You glared at Gigi from across the room, starting a glaring war. You two where the only ones in the room, w/ everyone being late. EXTRA Late. They must have forgotten abt Daylight Savings Time. She opened her purse, breaking the tension, and pulled out a-

"Cigar?"

"Yeah." It was silent for a moment. "You want one?"

"Fuck yeah."

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You laughed at god knows what, not really presented, when the door opened and the lights came on, causing you and Gigi to groan, loudly.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"

"It's Daylight Savings."

"No it's not?"

"Yes it is."

"No it-"

"Uh Reagan?"

"WHAT Brett?"

"She's right." Brett showed Reagan his phone, with bright letters "9:49."

"Oh my god... How did this happen?"

"That's what I want to know!" Gigi slurred, causing you to go into hysterics.

"Are you guys really fucking high at 9 in the morning?"

"Are you not Reagan?" Andre asked, "I mean, I've been high since last night."

"You're all crazy and you undermind the government. How are we not all dead?"

"Good question."

Brett got besided you, looking at your face. Well, that's what you saw at first, until it started morphing into strange shapes. You grabbed his cheeks pulling him closer.

"Not like you to get high, Y/n."

You kissed his lips, before giggling to yourself. "You're such a funny looking triangle."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You snooze you lose, babe."

"You and Y/n live together?" Gigi pipped in.

Before Brett could answer, your hysteric ass responded, "Haha, no. He felt lonely last night and wanted to be with someone. So needy."

Brett blushed in embarassment, trying to deny it, though failing miserably, much to your high pleasure.

[rae-arts777]

is there any chance we can see reagan and brett's first kiss, i love your writing btw

Thank you!! You’re so sweet!

Reagan X Brett first kiss

They’ve already been on a couple dates. They always ended with a hug, or a cheek kiss from Brett.

Brett was nervous not knowing how to make a move for a real kiss, he was surprised Reagan even was getting throw so much pyshcial attention.

Reagan wasn’t really sure how to feel. Her and Gigi were currently having coffee together just chatting. She debated back and forth, well, what can it hurt asking for advice.

“Hey Gigi…question…when do you usually…do a …kiss, lip kiss, like how far into the realtionship do you tend to wait?”

“Well, personally by the first date I already taking the guy up to my apartment, sucking his face and getting ready to be laid.” 

“I see…but…like…when it’s serious”

“Reagan, you’re doing it again”

“Doing what?”

“Trying to make your life into a checklist. You don’t get a checklist with all the goals you need to hit to make it successful. Espically with relationships. Everyone goes at their own pace. Trust me, you and Brett don’t have to force anything, you’re so good already cause you guys just naturally go wit the flow. “

“But-“

“Did you have a checklist on your first date?”

“Well no…the date actually didnt go as planned.”

“What was it?”

“Well we were going to go to see this cool new art exhibit in the park, but then it started raining! So we had to run to cover in a store. The rain got so bad, we were stuck there for hours. I mean granted somehow that went by fast…haha, we were sitting on the floor just chatting. But by that time we missed our dinner reservations! But, I mean we still ate, we got hotdogs from a stand, and ate on the outdoor steps of Brett’s apartment.”

“And you had fun?”

“Yeah…a lot.”

“See? You don’t need a checklist for this to be prefect or have fun.” Gigi patted her hand “trust me Reagan. It will come when it comes.”

Reagan headed up to Brett’s apartment. She used the spare key to head in.

“Hey.”

“Hey!! Just ordered the pizza, it will be here in a few minutes!”

“Cool” Reagan hung her coat up on the rack and sat in the couch.

Brett joined her wrapping an arm around her smiling.

She smiled and laid her head on his chest. They stayed like that for a bit. Reagan listening to his heart beat.

The moment was nice and still for them both. A feeling of peace and relaxations, rare moments they get considering where they worked.

Reagan kept thinking about what Gigi said. She turned her head up

“Hey Brett, c-“ she was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

“Sorry, give me a second!” Brett got up and went to answer the door for the pizza.

She sighed and got up to get some plates from the kitchen.

Brett set the pizza on the counter top, and took the plate that Reagan handed him.

“Mushroom for you”

“You remembered?” She chuckled

“Of course! I could never forgot your favorite type pizza!”

She laughed a bit feeling her cheeks start to flush. Of course Brett could never forget anything that was her favorite.

She took a few bites, glancing now and then at him. Brett was enjoying his pizza, he catch her eye and flashed her a smile.

She felt her face go red, how did she end up with someone like him?

Without even thinking, her head moved towards his.

Brett was taken back a bit, he stand still, letting Reagan taking the lead, in case she wanted to back out.

This lips inches apart, Reagan stopping, feeling nervous to continue.

She brushed her lips against his, wanting him to close the deal.

Brett cup her cheek and closed the gap, softly placing his lips against hers. Reagan’s body went tense for a couple seconds, and then started to relax. It was a bit awkward at first, to Reagan it just felt like lips smashed together like a child making their dolls kiss. However Brett took the led, locking their lips into a comfortable position for both of them.

She slowly pulled away, looking at him, Brett’s eyes were still closed, his face slightly flushed as well now. She couldn’t help it and started to laugh.

His eye bolted open in fear thinking he did something wrong “I’m sorry!”

“No it’s not that!” She laughed “it’s just…you’re too cute.”

He laughed a little too

“Plus you taste like tomato sauce”

“And you tasted like mushrooms. Bleh.” He joked

“bleh?!”

“What! I’m not crazy about mushrooms!”

“Oh! Well suck it up!” Reagan grabbed his face and started to kiss him more

Brett started to laugh “I’m sorry!!!”

“Suffer!!” Reagan spitefully covered him in kisses.

[diorjadore]

bestie pls can u give me some fake scenarios w vin that I can imagine before I fall asleep (can be rlly brief like imagine cuddling or driving around with him)… IM OUT IF IDEAS AND CANT SLEEP HAHA

Lemme do a couple brief ones so you can continue them however you like! Hehehe I got some from domesticity prompts here on Tumblr! So sleepy but I might add some more when I wake up, if I don’t get lazy.

Grocery shopping together - You both decided to save Thomas and Mia the trouble of going to the grocery store, given that you’d practically do anything just as long as you could do it together. Vinnie had gone to the frozen food aisle and you to the fresh produce. You’ve been searching for your boyfriend for 5 minutes and when you found him, he was staring at the variety of frozen garbage he calls his cuisine; from nuggets, to hotdogs, even bacon! You’ve been urging him to go healthy for the new year but he just can’t kick his obsession with easy to cook food. “Vin, c’mon let’s be like Thomas and Mia and eat healthy food, I already got the good stuff,” you said as you gestured to the colorful fresh fruits and veggies as you tried to pull on his shirt but he wouldn’t budge. He had his bottom lips in his fingers, pressing them together as if his picking would determine his fate. “I don’t know why you hate nuggets so much, you don’t have a problem with it when you force me to cook it for you at night,” he muttered while refusing to look at you, still focused on his wide variety of choices. “Fine, but just one please. Maybe pick the one with cheese inside or get frozen dumplings instead.” He looked at you and smirked and shook his head as he grabbed both of what you mentioned. “You’re an asshole.” “I know baby,” he cooed and pinched your cheeks making you grimace. “Now let’s go get my chicken breast,” he said as he slightly shoved you to the side so he could take your cart as you watch him head down to the poultry section. You ticked off the stuff you already got and caught up with your boyfriend…

Hiking together - “Isn’t this nice?” you smiled at him as you swayed your hands back and forth, breathing in the fresh air. You were lying through your teeth because it hasn’t even been 20 minutes yet and you’re already done with your very own idea. You forgot how fit Vinnie was compared to you and you overestimated your strength given you’ve been slacking your working out. “Oh, yeah? I could hear you gasp for air since we started, you sound like an asthmatic whale.” He remarked, his chest heaving up and down as well. “You are so rude, we don’t know I might have heart or lung problems.” “Okay, baby whatever you say.” The rest of the hike up was absolute hell for you and Vinnie was walking slightly behind so you couldn’t see and hear him snicker at your demise and poor attempt to hide your struggle. “If you wanna go back, we can. I won’t tease you about it.” “No no, we can go further. It’s the heat, I think. It’s too much and the uhm, the cold air is making it hard to breathe.” You said as you gulped for the nth time. “Really? I’m doing just fine…” “Nobody cares, Vincent.” You said as your hands propped themselves to your waist as you dragged your feet uphill.

Cooking together - You and Vinnie were assigned to cook pasta for Jack’s surprise birthday party so you decided to try the famous Gigi Hadid pasta recipe! This would’ve been easy to do if you were alone but unfortunately (not really), you have a man-child attached to your hip. “What’s this?” He poked the pack of pasta causing some to break, of course he knows what it is, he just wants to get on your nerves. “It’s rigatoni, bub,” you patiently said as you prepped the remaining ingredients. “Well since we are assigned to this together, do you wanna help me?” You said as you trailed off the last few words, trying to charm your way into convincing him. “Hmm let me think, my love,” he said as he kissed your temple and slapped your ass. “Okay! I’ll help.” “Perfect! Can you chop the garlic?” You smiled brightly at him, he’s really just here to do your dirty work, or maybe to do all the steps completely? “Okay now after you’re done chopping, put some olive oil on the frying pan and once it heats up, put the garlic in.” He nodded, still oblivious to your scheme. “Don’t worry ‘bout the pasta, I already put it in the thingy to boil.” You watched him sauté the garlic as you leaned back on the counter behind you both. “Nice! You’re so good, baby,” you praised to get him in a good mood. “Now pour the tomato paste and mix it around until the garlic is covered in it,” you looked over his shoulder and his side but he intentionally and playfully blocked your view. You took care of the pasta and saved some of the water as you drained it with a big strainer. Once you were done with your little task, you hugged him from behind and smelled his scent. “Now put the heavy cream, parmesan cheese, and seasonings one by one, add some pasta water if you like.” You thought you had him fooled but you failed when he said: “I know what you’re doing, Y/n.” Not once did he take his eyes off his frying pan. You whined and pouted in protest and said: “Vin…don’t make me cook it. I don’t wanna.” He just nodded his head and looked at you under his arm and smiled. “Okay now last step. See? It wasn’t that hard.” “Yeah, right. So this is how it’s gonna be forever?” “Yes, bubby, you know I like it when you cook. You look sexy.” You pecked him and kissed his cheek. “Fine,” he sighed, “what else?” “We mix it! Ugh, I love our teamwork.” You playfully slapped his back as you went ahead and mixed it together, the dish making noises. “That’s what good pussy sounds like,” he said quoting a video from Vine. “Vinnie…” “What?” You just shook your head and smiled. “No chicken?” He pouted. “Vin, you’re gonna become a chicken at this point. No there’s no meat whatsoever in it.” You said as you added finishing touches to both of y’alls masterpiece. “I love you,” you said as you kissed him. “I love you, Y/n.” Vinnie replied with as he smiled through your kiss. (No shot this is the actual procedure to the Gigi pasta…iirc).

[beavtifvl-creatvres]

When I Was Your Man - Fred Weasley

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warning(s): Angst, break up (reader x Fred), sad Fred :(

Summary: 4 years after the war, Fred still regrets the way things ended between him and his long-time girlfriend. He regrets it, even more, when he sees her in someone else's arms. But maybe talking to her might do him good.

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Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

Y/n’s finger drew random patterns on his chest, her eyes closed and a content smile on her lips as the two slowly woke up. A short kiss and quiet good mornings shared as the light shone from the window. But that was 4 years ago, and now Fred woke up alone. The light that once shone brightly through the window seemed dimmed as he remembered the girl that used to lay with him.

No one understood what happened to the two. Some days Hermione and Ginny would sit in the kitchen quietly talking when Y/n’s name gets brought up. Everyone had a different bond with Y/n. Ginny looked up to her, Y/n bonded with Charlie over drawings, she bonded with George over pranks, Ron loved the little baked treats she made, Bill could always depend on her to look out for the others, and she even got along with Percy!

Even as careful as they are as they reminisce about the times with her, Fred still hears and his heart breaks a little more than the day before as a ghost of a smile appears on his face. The bittersweet memories clouding his head once again.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flower And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

When he looks back, it’s easy to see that he did take advantage of her. He always thought she would come back even if he pushed her away.

The beginning of the two was the best in his opinion. Flowers and chocolates and dancing in the common room at 2 in the morning. But it all slowly faded away as Fred stopped giving her as much attention. She was one of the few things he and his twin got into arguments over. George could see how much it hurt Y/n when Fred made up yet another excuse and he did not put it lightly when confronting Fred about it multiple times.

Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man

Ginny, Harry, and George finally managed to get Fred to leave the store. Dragging him to a small lounge. The evening was filled with small smiles and light drinking. That is until Fred’s eyes fell on a couple on the dance floor. His smile dropped as his eyes took in the sight of Y/n.

Her head rested on a man’s chest, his hands wrapped protectively around her waist as hers rested around his neck. She lifted her head with a quiet giggle as the man spoke in her ear. Leaning up on her toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

It was April 1st, Fred’s birthday. He hadn’t seen Y/n much the whole day and it was starting to annoy him. So when he saw her and his brother hugging in his room, the world just kind of stopped. Fred was yelling at her, she was trying to stick up for herself, and George was yelling at him. She stormed out that day, tears streaming down her face. Fred hated her until his eyes landed on a neatly wrapped gift on his bed, looking at George who simply shook his head and walked out of the room.

“Happy birthday, daddy. Don’t have too much fun, I’ll be there next year to celebrate with you” His heart stopped as he read the note, shaking hands unwrapping the box, and pulling out a framed photo of an ultrasound.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

His favorite memory of Y/n was after a quidditch party. Everyone was tired and hyped, music blasting through the common room and right in the middle of it all was Y/n dancing in Fred's arms. Kissing away his playful pouts and complaints of dancing with small giggles.

Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man

After that day it just seemed like he saw her everywhere. At the store, at restaurants, on the streets, you name it. But the first time he saw his little girl was the day he broke down.

Y/n was at the park, sitting next to the mystery man on a bench overlooking the playground. Fred subtly watched as a little girl, not over 4, ran up to them, lifting herself onto her mother’s lap and giggling. She looked exactly like Y/n. Except for the bright red hair which was neatly put into 2 little buns on the top of her head, that definitely belonged to her father. That day he also saw the shining gold wedding ring on Y/n’s hand. Her hand intertwined with the man’s as the two walked, the little girl skipping not too far in front of them.

Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong Oh, I know I'm probably much too late To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know

“Fred?” A small hesitant voice came from behind him making him freeze. He was at the store, picking up some groceries for George and Angie. He turned, his heartbreaking as his eyes met hers. The e/c in her eyes still as bright as the day he first met her all those years ago. He took her in, eyes softening at the little girl clumsily hiding behind her.

“You look good” His voice rasped, a sad smile appearing. Y/n smiled, moving to hug him. “How’ve you been?”

“Better,” She pulled away, gently pulling the girl to stand in front of her. He knelt down to look at the girl, her eyes peeking up at him. “Her name’s Georgia. Georgia Maeve,” Y/n quietly watched as the two interacted. Georgia warmed up to him almost instantly, giggling and babbling to her birth father.

I hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man

“Y/n? Ready to go?” A man called out, walking to stand by her. “Who’s this?”

“An old friend,” She shared a small smile with Fred before looking at the man and pecking his cheek. “Why don’t you take Gigi to check out for her things and I’ll meet you at the car?” He nodded, holding his hand out to Georgia and walking away.

“You two look good together,” He speaks up, hurting less knowing that she forgave him. “Are you happy?” She nodded.

“Matt treats us both good,” She whispered, a soft look in her eyes. He nodded, smiling as he stepped forward, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead before walking away. He turned around once more, gently calling out to her as he walked. “I love you.”

She smiled, mouthing it back as she walked the opposite way.

Do all the things I should’ve done when I was your man...

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Summary: requested by lovely anon:

So I’ve been obsessed with Gigi hadid pregnant interview about the baby and quarantine while 6 1/2 months pregnant, could you do a fluffy one with actress!reader x Chris E. and talks about their relationship since they been together since early 2000s and being a power couple .And she’s now only wears his button ups or shirts cause she comfortable in them and nothing fits like it used to. https://youtu.be/gh7Hy9CpagQ

Warning: fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Masterlist • Chris request closed momentarily!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

Your hands were intertwined with Chris's as you both sat on the couch in front of your computer that was on the coffee table. You both were doing a quarantine interview for People magazine. You were 6 months pregnant with yours and Chris's first child and it was nice spending hours inside with Chris. Lots of people wanted to know how you both were doing seeing how you both were together for over a decade so now here you were answering questions.

"So how is quarantine together going?" The guy on the zoom asked. You looked at Chris letting him answer the question. "Well it's been amazing." Chris looked at you, smiling as he continued. "I love seeing the beautiful woman every day and I also love talking to our unborn baby because it's so amazing feeling his or her kicks." 

Chris finished and you smiled at him before turning back to the screen waiting for the next question. 

"So y/n is it fun being pregnant? You've posted a lot of pictures on instagram of your growing bump and people love it." You nodded your head, "Yes I love it. I love seeing my body change. Sometimes it makes me cry because of hormones but what makes it better is knowing I have a little jelly bean growing in me.

Chris chuckled softly at  'jelly bean'. He always called bub that. He just loves it. 

"Is none of your clothes fitting anymore? It looks like you're wearing one of Chris's shirts there." You looked down at Chris's button up that covered your body. "Yeah nothing fits so I'm stealing all of Chris's clothes because one they smell like him, and two they fit me. You don't mind right baby?"

You looked over at chris. He sucked in his breath nodding. "Yeah it's alright. You just never give me my clothes back."

 You laughed at him. "Oh I'm sorry baby." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. Chris smiled, placing his hand on your thigh. "It's ok baby don't worry about it."

For a second you and Chris almost forgot about the interview but that didn't stop the internet from going crazy. They loved that you both were so deeply in love with each other even after being together for 16 years. You both were Hollywood favorite couple without even trying.

[hwrryscherry]

The one where model Y/N is attacked in Paris.

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N are in Paris for Fashion Week 2020 earlier this year. To celebrate her first time walking for Gucci, Harry decides to take her out for a dinner date when a crazy youtube prankster attacks her while leaving the restaurant and Harry get furious as standing up to defend his girl.

word count: 3.5K

warning: rude and disrespectful attitude, invasion of personal space, violence, anxiety attack quote. DON’T read it if you feel uncomfortable.

author’s note: HIII, I know this took me a while. I was working on it when I got a cold and just couldn’t think of anything to finish writing this, but I’m much better now for god’s sake. I’d like to apologize with whoever requested this for taking such a long time to post it and say a huge thank you or requesting this too! This is completely inspired by what happened to Gigi Hadid in 2016(I guess) and I remember seeing this video and thinking why someone would do that, also, Gigi said once that the guy was lucky Zayn wasn’t with her sooooo I guess I just think Harry would be so furious because even though he’s a very chill guy, his girl safety and well being is the one thing that matters the most to him.

gigi’s video for the ones who didn’t see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjsPmjqmcvs

       February 27th, 2020

   Today was the first time that you ever walked for Gucci, and it was amazing, you were beyond happy because getting where you are today being a short model and only being 22 years old it's something to be proud of. It hasn't been easy all the time but you were slowly making your way to the top and that's more than enough. And you were highly grateful for Harry either, of course you walked Gucci's show because of your talent and hard working and no one doubted that, but Harry did a important role in your newest contract with Gucci because you met the team because of him and his Gucci obsession. But anyway, the fashion show was amazing, and you had Harry on the crowd cheering for you all the time and God, he was so proud! He couldn’t even handle himself. He was recording everything and even got up when you did the catwalk next to him as he kept taking multiple pictures. If you have to be real, almost 90% of those pictures looked really bad because he wasn't focusing on the phone but he also wanted to register this moment and when you'd look through them later you'd actually laugh because most of them had a very blur image.

    When the fashion show ended, he had to congratulate you backstage. As you were starting to take off your outfit, you listened to your boyfriend's rough voice making you turn around to face him and see the biggest smile on his face, you could clearly see his dimples on the side of his cheek. He walked over to you instantly wrapping his strong arms around your figure hugging you so tight that you were even afraid that he would get the feat of ruining the rest of clothes you still had on.

— You were so great, I'm so pround of you! — Harry said on a low tone next to your ear before breaking the hug and looking carefully to your face. You had this crazy green eyeshadow that were halfway gone by now which caused him to chuckle — I love your eye look, it looks fabulous! — Harry said making you bend over to stare at the mirror behind you only realizing now you haven't finished taking off your makeup yet. You stand straight again giving him a mocking expression as you grabbed the makeup wipe you were using from the makeup table behind both of you.  

— I know, I'm thinking about wearing this everywhere because it's just really fashion! — you ironically said taking a smirk out of him as you turned around sitting on the chair in front of the mirror so you could have a sight of how you're makeup were doing — But thank you, you know I appreciate it!

— I do! And that's why I'll congratulate you by taking you out for dinner tonight! — Harry said walking towards you resting his hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them gently as he bends over giving you a small kiss on your neck.

— Oh, like a dinner date? — You'd ask with a smirk on as you felt goosebumps on your kiss with his little kiss.

— Exactly like a dinner date! And later, we can have our own private celebration! — He'd say with a  smirk on his lips as you finished taking your makeup off — What d' you think? Sounds good? — He asked you and you nodded at him and just some minutes later you both were out stage going back to your hotel in Paris. Harry called Jeff and asked him if he could make a reservation for both of you for tonight around 8 pm and he glady did, so as it was already 6 pm and as you both were probably the one couple in the world who takes the longest to get ready, you'd come back to the hotel and started getting ready already.

    Jeff made an appointment for both of you to go to Le Cinq restaurant which is located near the Eiffel Tower and Arc of Triumph. You absolutely loved Paris at night, for some reason it seemed more magical and interesting to you. The weather, the lights, the fashion and the language that you learned to master well through the years warmed your heart whenever you’d go there. When you were a child, you got used to always hearing your mom tells you:’’whenever you’re in love, go to Paris’’, and for this reason Paris was one of the first places where you and Harry traveled together as couple. Harry didn’t use to travel a lot for by the way. MOst of the time, he used to travel for work, so this changed a lot since you started dating because you love to travel. You’ve always been a free spirit person, the kind of person that goes wherever the winds takes you so with the time Harry became like this too as you started taking him to do the craziest things on the craziest places around the world.

    You felt the car slower it’s velocity as it got closer to the front of the restaurant, and you both could see by the window that the front was packed. As it was Paris Fashion Week, there were a lot of celebrities in the city and usually, fans settled in front of popular places around the city hoping they’d have a chance to meet their favorite celebs and even though you were already used to crowds at this point of your life, they’d still make you a little nervous, especially when it was in places not well known to you like a city you don’t live on.

— You’ll have to guide me because these shoes are really high and I don't want to step on anyone's feet — You said to Harry while putting your phone in the small black Prada bag you carried with you with your head down looking carefully to it because you’ve lost the count of how many times you thought you had put the phone inside your bag and you didn’t.

— It's alright! Hold my hand because there are a lot of people here! — Said Harry bringing his left hand up to your face to put a lock of hair of yours that fell in your face behind your ear and you nodded to him. Harry was really protective over you, and he has been that way since the beginning of your relationship. He’d always put your safety first anytime you’d go out together. When it was his about his concerts, you’d usually discuss about the fact that you want to be in the audience and he wants you to be backstage. It’d taken you a few minutes to convince him that everything was going to be fine, but it would also have days that it didn’t matter how much time you try to convince him he’d beg you to stay backstage so he could be relaxed during the performance. But you were grateful for him being that way, you were grateful that he cared so much about your well being because you know exactly how much some relationships can be destructive and you felt lucky to have someone this good in your life. Of course he wasn’t perfect, neither of you were but who is? He tried his best and that’s what matters the most.

    But anyway, Harry held your hand tightly and opened the car door, immediately feeling the camera’s flashes burning your faces and listening to some fans starting to shout. Harry’s bodyguards got between both of you and the crowd guiding your way to the entrance of the restaurant and you felt the heat from the crowd instantly even though the weather in Paris was only 59°F, it’d feel lot warmer until you entered the place. And that is one special kind of a place, The decoration was perfectly splendid, gorgeous and marvelous if you must say. The touches of gold and light blue mixed with the yellow coloration of lights and the spectacular french food scent brought a cozy and elegant vibe.The restaurant was a little full, nothing out of the common and you observed the many different sizes of tables and the groups of people in it.

    You both were taken to your table that was located next to the windows but wasn’t actually on the windows at it still had people outside and it feels weird to eat with people watching you. Anyway, Harry as the gentleman he is pulled the chair for you as he always did even though you had told him there’s no need for that. You both ordered glasses of your favorite white wine, neither of you were heavy drinkers but as it was a celebration it was much needed. The date happened naturally, just as all the laughing, talking and even gossips. This the casual couple gossip that you two would have, but it happened naturally. None of you ever felt like you had to pretend to be anybody else except yourself around each other.

    During the night, Harry would get lost in your face admiring your features while you’re talking. He would admire the way your eyebrows move when you’d change expressions, the way your eyes would form a very tiny line when you tried to see something that was away from you, he’d admire your smile and the sound of your laugh anytime you’d remember of something funny or he’d tell you something funny and he’d think of how lucky he is to have you, because even though he knows that sometimes he can be a pain in the ass(just as you can too) , you’re very lucky to have one another and to have someone who would make you feel this great and free about who you are. Because who you are is exactly who you need to be. Of course both of you believes that changing and envolving it’s the most important thing to do and sometimes you’d be surprised to see how much you both grew from the beginning of your relationship until today and that would bring smile to your faces. He feels lucky to be able to call you his girl, and god you loved when he’d do it. You loved when he was about to present you to someone and say ‘’This is my girl Y/N’’, it’d cause you to open a big smile because it felt natural. You’re his and he’s yours, period.

    When you both decided it was time to call it a night Harry paid the check against what you wanted because you wanted to pay this time. You’d honestly hate to have people paying for you, and this would usually be a point of discussion between you and Harry. You don't know why but you hate it, and it's just the gentleman in Harry wanting to spoil his girl again and again until he get tired of doing it, but he never does.

   You were about to leave the restaurant when Harry slid his right hand around your waist bringing you closer to him very calmly to kiss your cheek.

— I know you want to say hi to everyone but just walk to the car, alright? — He'd lowly talk next to your ear making you look at him with a serious expression — It's for your safety, love! It's late now, and we don't know who's there. — And he was right, it was past midnight now and there were still some people out there. How can they stand there in this cold weather? But anyway, you agreed with him as you both walked your way to outside. You felt flashes again, blinding flashing lights making you look to the ground as Harry held his hand on the back of your back guiding you to the car.

    As you walked towards the car, you felt a small hand touch your arm and you looked over to see a little girl with probably 12 or 13 years. She pursued tired eyes, and your heart ached with just the thought of keeping walking back to the car because you had no idea of how much time she’s been outside waiting for you so you stopped walking and bend down a little to get close to her height which made Harry stops walking immediately looking a little surprised but he understood when he saw you taking a picture with the little girl and how your face lightens up after it. You asked her what was her name and her age and she answered that her name was Lily and she was 13 she told you that she wants to be a model just like you when she grows older and that melted your heart. You smiled at her and told her that she could do whatever she wanted to and told her that when she grows up and becomes a model, you’d love to walk a show with her. When you’d stand up again you saw Harry looking at you with a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t deny he loves your kindness to every person in the world. It made his heart happy to know that he’s with someone with the same life philosophy than him. So he turned around to open the car door for you when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist lifting you up and you froze.

— What the fu... — You'd shout before starting to hit him on his arms with your elbows as you'd move your legs trying to kick him with your heels. You'd feel flashes on your face and heat on your body increasing. It was the adrenaline and you were furious at this point. — Get...Off...Me — You'd shout as you'd hit his face with your elbows as well, Harry looked over to you and stormed out. He'd swear he'd never been like this in his life, he'd basically run to behind the guy's back and put his arm around his neck, Harry'd give him a punch right in the middle of his back and a slightly kick on the back of his knee to destabilise the guy which put you free by the moment he started to fall. Harry's bodyguard would hold you immediately trying to push you away from the crowd as you looked at Harry pushing the guy away from you.

— What the fuck were you doing? — Harry'd shout right into the man's face and watch as the man started to walk away from the crowd but Harry would go after him. Harry swears to god he couldn't even feel his body at the time. He was completely numb, moved by adrenaline and all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of that man. — WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? — Harry'd shout walking after him getting no response which just made him angrier. At that time he didn't care about the cameras or whoever was watching him, he couldn't calm down when someone threated his girl safety and personal space. It didn't even need to be you. If he saw anyone threatening a woman's safety, he'd freak out in anger.

   You felt the bodyguards strong hands trying to push you away from the situation because that's what Harry would want him to do. He tried walking you towards the car, but you were reluctantly screaming for Harry because he could get himself hurt if he didn't come back to the car now. The other bodyguard walked after Harry grabbing him by the arm and Harry turned over to look at him with so much anger on his look and you'd swear you never saw him like this but then he did started walking over to you again.

   You finally entered the car and closed the door. You felt in panic. Basically paralyzed, you felt your anxiety attacking and your hands shaking. You could literally hear your heart beating so fast and loud that it scares you.

— Go get him! Follow him to hell. I don't care! Take him to the police office! — You'd listen to Harry talks firmly to his bodyguards as he opened the car's door and entered in it. He took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you. His heart broke at that moment. You were a mess. You couldn't even feel the tears leaving your eyes, but he did see them. He saw your hands shaking and how scared your eyes looked and at that moment all of his anger left his body — Love... — He'd sigh getting closer to you while wrapping his arms around your now-fragile figure. He could feel your entire body shaking on his arms. He caressed your hair with one of his hands as he hugged you tight to calm you down. He'd look to the driver and make a sign for him to start driving back to your hotel — Are ya okay? You're hurt? Did he hurt you? — He'd talk on a calm tone squeezing you a little on his arms. You'd lift your head up to look at him with red wet eyes shaking your head to him.

— I'm sorry! — You'd say lowly. He did tell you to walk straight to the car, and you didn't listen to him.

— It's not your fault, love! — He'd say wiping some of your tears and then carefully kissing both of cheeks — Don't worry about it, everything's gonna be fine, alright? It's okay!

   You'd spent the rest of the ride in silence. A comfortable silence. You'd be laying your head on his shoulder while holding his head getting your breathing and heart back to normal and your phones would start buzzing with notifications of what happened but none of you would see it, not now.

   When you got to your hotel, you'd get out of the car in the garage. You'd both walk slowly to the elevator and slowing to your room. You entered the room going directly to the king sized bed and throwing yourself in it because you felt like getting in a coma and just waking up to a time where all this drama would go away. Harry'd walk towards you and sit in bed beside you. He'd put both of his hands on your shoulders massaging them slowly.

— I'll prepare you a bath, so you can relax a little before sleeping, how's that sound? — He'd say trying to cheer you up a little bit.

— Sounds great, thank you love! — You'd turn your head to look at him with a forced smile on your lips. Harry'd bend down to kiss your hair line before leaving to the bathroom.

   He'd try his best to make you feel the most comfortable to sleep tonight. He'd prepare you a bath. He'd give you a message, he'd brush your hair for you but actually, he loves to do that. He loves to brush your hair before you go to bed, it was more like a routine for you both. He loves to feel your long locks on his fingers and to feel the sweet scent of it. He'd cuddle you until you fall asleep too, he'd even be the big spoon tonight so you could sleep on his chest breathing his perfume because he hoped that'd make you have a good night of sleep.

   And after you did, he'd look on the things on his phone. All the posts about you being attacked in Paris and him beating the guy who did it were just too much and he felt sorry that you'd have to see and read all of those stuff as soon as you unblock your phone. A lot of your friends texted him asking what happened and if you were ok. He'd answer the closest ones only, like his mom and Gemma, your mom, Bella and Jeff. He didn't know what you'll decide about the next fashion shows you had to walk, but he also knows that no one would blame you if you just chose to come back home in NYC.

  Harry didn't sleep at that night at all, he couldn't stop looking for what happened and why it happened. The next day, it was everywhere in the media and later you'd found out that the guy was a youtuber and he was making a prank when he posted his stupid youtube vlog with "I pranked Harry Styles's girlfriend and he punched me" as a title. You'd sue him for sure. You don't like taking those kind of actions, but it was necessary, he had to understand that you cannot disrespect people like this, specially people you don't know.

  After that you'd probably understand why Harry is so protective over you and Harry would actually get ten times more protective, if I had to be honest. But as the time passed by and quarantine came you both would leave it behind and move on with your life because in the end of the day you both will still have one another.

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I hate the way you’re always right

Hey y’all, here’s the next part! Sorry it’s been a hot minute, but I hope you like this! Here’s a little bit of soft smut again ??? idk who knows.

As always, this is unedited and probably riddled with types so point em out, leave em be, I’ll probably edit this tomorrow once I’m out of class knowing me but hey, somethings never change.

Read the whole series:  I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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“You don’t know what I mean.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

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“On a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you?” Evelina asks, throwing herself down on your bed. The sound of the springs of your mattress makes you jump, no thanks to the nerves you didn’t want to be experiencing. 

You had been pacing your room for at least an hour, trying to figure out what to wear, how to do your hair and makeup, thinking about what was going to happen tonight. None of you should be nervous about going out with Matthew: the two of you go out together just the two of you all the time. You’re almost always with him when he’s in Calgary, give or take Evelina or Elias. So what about tonight was different?

Well, for starters, the last few times you’ve spent time alone together you were doing more than just hanging out. Why did you have to kiss him, or sleep with him, or fuck, even like him? 

“I’ll give myself a two,” you lie to her, walking to your closet to find shoes. 

She sits up, her eyebrows raised. “Babe, you’ve been walking the runway for the last hour. Gigi Hadid doesn’t strut this much but at least she gets paid for it.” 

‘Fuck her for being right,’ you think to yourself. “How’s a seven sound?” You hear her scoff, before finally sitting down next to her. “Why am I nervous?” you whine. 

She shrugs, shaking her head. “Because it’s Matthew. 

“It’s not like Matthew’s changed, though.”

“No, but you and Matthew have. You at least finally realized you like each other, and that messes with things.” 

You look down at your hands, covered with pen ink from work that day that was seemingly impossible to get off with any type of soap you had in the apartment. “What if this ruins everything?” you ask quietly, starting to feel overly emotional at the thought of losing him. 

“If you do you still have me,” she jokes, clearly not helping. “Come on. It’s Matthew. You’ve always meant the world to him. There is nothing you can do that would cause you to lose him.” 

“I hope you’re right,” you say, not looking at her. 

She pulls you up off the bed, twirling you around so she can get a full look at the dress you were in. It was one of hers, an open-backed red halter dress that came just above your knees, paired with nude heels. Simple, but elegant enough that Matthew would spend the entire night thinking about how good you look with it both on and off. “You look amazing. What time is he picking you up?”

“He should be here any minute,” you tell her, feeling yourself start to shake at how nervous you were for this. Evelina was probably right: it’s Matthew, it’s always been Matthew, and what could possibly happen that would mean you could lose him?

The two of you leave your room, grabbing your bag and your phone on your way out. You can hear the locks of the front door turning, sending a chill down your spine knowing that it was Matthew on the other side. 

“You’ll be fine,” Evelina whispers quickly as Matthew opens the door to let him in. 

Assuming you were still in your room, he starts to call, “Hey, I’m-” he cuts himself off when he lays his eyes on you. He swallows hard at the sight of you trying to find anything to say other than the “Wow,” he lets out. 

Seeing him calmed you down immediately. He had on a black button-down with black pants. It was simple, just like yours, but fuck did he look good. “Wow, yourself,” you tell him, pulling a laugh from his lips. 

He goes in to kiss you, suddenly becoming very aware that Evelina was right behind you, bouncing up and down like a child. “Ev? We’re good,” he says, hoping that it would give her the signal to leave them alone. 

“Have her home by nine, young man,” Evelina points at him, slowly backing away but refusing to break eye contact.

“Nine a.m., got it!” he says, taking you by the hand and leading you as Evelina changes course and starts to follow you.

“Wear a condom!” she yells down the hall, you and Matthew practically running away from her.

You stop in your tracks, gasping even if you were only kind of shocked that she would actually say that. “Ev!” 

“Love you!” she practically screams, slamming the door as the elevator opens.

“I can’t believe she just yelled ‘wear a condom’ down the hall! The guys next door must have loved that. Mrs. Rose is probably throwing up at the thought of premarital sex,” you start to ramble as the doors close on you and Matthew, your hands on your cheeks pulling your eyes open a little more.

He laughs, pulling you close to him, his warm hands against your back, you draping your arms on his shoulders.  “You can’t be that shocked she would say that.” He dips his head down to kiss you, finally saying hello the way he wanted to, his forehead pressed against yours as a lazy smile covers his face, “Hi, Mercury.” 

“Hi,” you whisper, wishing you had something like that to call him. Something that meant he drove you as crazy as you apparently drove him. “And no, I’m not shocked. But I guarantee that you’re going to have to wear one tonight,” you tease him.

“If that’s what you want,” he whispers, planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

Of course, that was what you wanted. He pulls away when the elevator door opens, leading you to his car. He doesn’t drop your hand until he opens the passenger side door for you. “What a gentleman,” you gush at him, half teasing him, half swooning over the simple action.

“Only for you,” he says, connecting with your lips as you try to sit down. Apparently, he couldn’t stop kissing you either. Not that you were complaining about it. You drive through the city in silence, his hand on your thigh while he drove, your hand placed over his. You stole glances at him every once in a while, the moonlight and streetlights dancing off his jawline, his eyes shining whenever light hit them. God, he looked so good. You didn’t see the glances he took at you, your enjoyment as you watched the city alive around you, watching people walk hand in hand down the street, laughing, smiling, enjoying life. 

You get to the restaurant, him rushing over to help you out of the car before you even have the chance to try to get out yourself. This was so different from the Matthew you knew a few weeks ago. 

The two of you are seated at a table in the corner, able to look at everyone around you. You sit in silence, but it’s not weird like you thought it would be. You look up from your menu to see Matthew staring at you smiling. “What?” you ask him as he reaches across the table for your hand. Why didn’t this feel weird? What about this made it feel so, you don’t know, so right?

“I’m just,” he starts, debating on whether or not he should say what he wants, “I’m just happy,” he settles on, not taking his eyes off you as a smile shows on your face, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Who woulda thought you’d be soft for a girl, Rat Man?” you tease him.

He runs his tongue across his upper lip, sucking in a deep breath before letting out, “Only for you, Y/N.” 

The two of you settle into mundane conversation after the waitress comes and takes your drink orders, the same sexual teasing ones that you would have with him before this whole thing started. 

“Oh, come on, you’ve always found me hot. Don’t act like you never thought about what it would be like if I pinned you against the wall every time you saw me,” he teases you.

“I think you were at your most attractive when you were far away from me.” 

“So, even when I wasn’t around you still couldn’t get me out of your mind.” 

You roll your eyes, hating that he was right. You thought about this boy a lot more than you would like to admit. “I can only think about how much I hate about you,” you say without thinking, biting the inside of your cheek.

You swear he swallows hard, taking a moment to compose himself. He hated the thought of you still writing out that list. He needed to ask Evelina how far into you were given that you had two more weeks to finish it. But he was already taking you out on a date, so is the list even worth it? Before he can send himself into a downward spiral, he says, “And yet, you’re still sitting across from me on a date.” 

He watches you look down at the table, trying to hide the smile you couldn’t help but flash. “You got me there.” 

The waitress returns with your food, both of you falling silent as you ate. Matthew couldn’t help but study your every movement, from how delicately your hands wrapped around your utensils. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the ink covering you, on your pinky from the way you drag your hand across the page, the random dots and streaks of ink on your nails and everywhere, probably from the way you twirled it in your fingers, knowing that you drop your pen more often than you’re able to keep in your hands the way you fidget with it. He was amazed by how he could watch you for this long without you even realizing it, so wrapped up in the scene around you while you watched with amazement. He couldn’t believe that this was finally happening, that he was there with you. 

The people around you were laughing, talking, enjoying the company of the person across from them. It felt so weird to be one of those people who could do that. You never thought you would find yourself in a situation where the person across from you would be Matthew. “Oh, I know what I wanted to tell you!” you say, breaking the silence between you, “Ev and I are going to be in LA the weekend you’re playing the Kings for a conference.” 

“So you being out with me is just a ploy to get free tickets?” he smirks. He was going to get you the tickets, even if you didn’t want them. 

“I mean, what else are you good for?” you ask as he takes your hand in his, putting it to his lips. 

You go back to eating, both of you with one hand available. You try not to go crazy when he rubs his thumb along your knuckles, tracing a circle around each one before moving to the next, back and forth across your hand. You’re interrupted in your fixation on his touch by a woman screaming with joy, the man across from her down on one knee proposing. You can’t help but smile at the happiness she was radiating, Matthew watching you instead, not realizing you were picturing yourself being proposed to at that moment. You couldn’t make out the face of the man on one knee in front of you in your mind, but something about the wild hair gave you a good idea of who it was.

Why the hell were you even thinking about that? You didn’t even think you loved this boy, let alone picturing marrying him?  

The two of you start clapping along with everyone else when she says yes, a forced smile covering your face as you try to calm yourself from the internal freakout that was manifesting. You look across the table to Matthew, his eyes wider than normal, his lips in a thin line. 

Before you can ask him what’s wrong, Matthew cuts in, “I can’t believe he just did that.” 

“What?” you ask him, slightly shocked. 

“Uh, I mean,” he starts, not sure where he was going. He could feel his face getting hot. That’s not how he would have proposed to you. ‘Wait a minute,’ he thinks to himself, ‘proposing to Y/N?’ When did he even start thinking about something like that? He could feel his breath get shorter, trying to figure out what to say. You see him getting restless, reaching over to take his hand in yours, whatever panic that was forming in him instantly going away. “It’s just weird to do it in a restaurant, you know? Surrounded by a bunch of strangers instead of the people you love.” 

You don’t know why, but your entire body tensed up at that word. Matthew keeps talking, but you don’t hear him. You look over to the couple, smiling over their news. She was crying, unable to stop herself from admiring the ring and the man she just committed her entire life to. You weren’t sure how long you had been staring, only snapping out of the trance you fixed yourself in when you felt Matthew pulling you up from the table. 

“Are you alright?” he asks you, leading you back to his car. Something in his voice had changed, the soft, sweet tone from earlier not entirely gone, but some of it was missing. 

“Yeah,” you lie to him, “I think the food is just starting to bother my stomach.”  

“Oh, uh,” he says, dropping your hand once you get to the car, his hand lingering on the handle of the passenger side door. “I guess I’ll drop you back at your place then?” he asks, running his free hand through his hair. 

You recoiled slightly at his words, not wanting to go home, but there you were. “Yeah, sure,” you say, ducking into the seat. 

The two of you ride in silence, this time uncomfortable in complete contrast to driving there. He pulls up to your building, neither of you moving from your seats. What the hell happened? Did the idea of marrying him freak you out so much that you ruined your date with him? “So, uh,” he starts, “I’ll see ya?” he asks.

You don’t pull your gaze away from your hands in your lap, biting the inside of your cheek as you nod. This was supposed to be a great night for you two. Why did that guy have to propose? It was really all his fault when you think about it. You feel Matthew’s hand grazing your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone before pulling you close to him for his lips to connect with yours. You pull away, your foreheads pressed against each other, an awkward smile covering both your faces. Without another word, you get out of his car to go up to your place. 

He watches you walk away, letting out a groan. “Fucking hell,” he mutters to himself, pulling away once you get in the door.

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“So it was bad?” Evelina asks, lying down on your bed next to you. You finally opened up to her about the disastrous date last night, from your freak out to ending with Matthew dropping you off at home instead of spending the night together. 

You let out a heavy sigh, your phone vibrating with texts from your boss about preparing for the conference. “Fuck, is he bothering you this much about this presentation?” you change the subject quickly. 

“Nope. Not a word from him since he said we were going. That’s not important right now.”

You let out another groan, not sure really what other noise to make. Words couldn’t describe how frustrated you were by the night you thought was going to be great. “It wasn’t,” you cut yourself off, tossing your phone aside and covering your face with your hands. “It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be.” 

She turns over on her side, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. “And you haven’t heard from him since last night?” Through your fingers you can see the expression she has on her face, scrunched up almost as if she was pitying you. 

Your phone buzzes, both of you lurching to see if it were him. Instead, it was your boss again. “Fuck this,” you say, throwing the phone on the floor. “I want it to be Matthew. It’s not like him not to text me all day.” 

“He left this morning for Winnipeg where they went right to practice and then to their game,” she tells you, relaying the message Elias probably gave her at some point. It still didn’t make you feel better. The game was over by now and you didn’t even know how it went. You thought he would have at least texted you, sent you a picture without context, something so you would know he didn’t hate you after last night. 

“He’ll text you. They’re probably still getting changed from the game,” Evelina tries to reassure you. “Do you want me to stay here or do you want to be alone?” 

You think about it, not sure how much good her company would do at this point. “I’m fine alone,” you decide, pulling out your laptop to find something to watch. She leaves you alone, your phone buzzing constantly with texts. After an episode of Gossip Girl, you finally check your phone to see a string of texts, all but one from your boss.

You let out a sigh of relief when you see Matthew’s message buried amongst those from your boss.

‘I’ve missed you, pretty girl. What are you up to?’

You could your heart racing for whatever reason as you tried to figure out what to respond with, your boss's name coming up again and again wondering why you weren’t answering him. ‘Moping, why?’

‘What’s wrong Mercury’

‘Work is a bitch’

You see the three dots appear and disappear from your screen. You stare at your phone, wondering why he wasn’t answering you when an incoming Facetime call shows up from him. Answering faster than you should, you felt relieved to finally see his face even if you had seen him the night before. “What happened to your cheek?” you ask immediately, referencing the noticeable gash that covered the right side of his face.

“I got the butt end of Johnny’s high stick at practice today,” he says, moving through what you assumed was his hotel.

“He probably did it on purpose, right?” you ask, a smirk on your face. You can hear his laugh echo through the hallway, the click of his door unlocking as he threw himself on his bed. “What were you doing?” 

“The guys and I were down at the bar in the lobby.”

“Oh, did you guys win today?”

He stares at you for a second, a brief moment in which you can’t read him. “You only pay attention to me when it’s convenient for you, don’t you?” he teases you, a smile growing on his face with every word. 

You let out a laugh, the memory of last night fading away. “My boss has been texting me nonstop about the work I’ve already gotten done, so I’m trying not to look at my phone.” You shift your attention away from your camera, knowing, not looking at Matthew for what you were about to say. “You know I always pay attention to you, Matthew,” you let out quietly, looking off to the side. 

He smiles at your words, letting out a sigh of relief. This list had to be over. There was no way you could still be writing it. “We did win. Shut them out. We were downstairs celebrating before we hit the road in the morning.” 

“Why aren’t you still with them! Go be with the guys!” you insist.

Matthew scoffs, shaking his head. “Nah, something was wrong with you. I had to make sure you were alright.”

“You left the guys for me?”

“I would leave anyone if it means making sure you’re ok.” You melt at his words, never thinking that he would be able to say something that would make you feel how you did. You missed him. You wished he was there with you. Before you can say anything, he starts, “I know how I can make you happy: tell me something. That always works.”

That always makes him happy.

“How about Dante’s circles of Hell so we can figure out which one my boss belongs in?” you joke, pausing the call briefly to finally respond to your boss to say that everything he had already texted you about asking you to do was finished and in his email. 

“I know about them but I like hearing you talk,” he says, a smile on his face. His end goes completely silent, no background noise, nothing, as if he had muted you. 

You try to recall the nine circles, starting to ramble in hopes it would jog your memory. “Dante Alighieri wrote the Italian poem between the years 1308 and 1320, the year before his death. It’s considered the first work written in the Italian vernacular, the Tuscan dialect, thus leading scholars to believe that this work is the reason why ‘formal Italian’ is Tuscan. He wrote it three parts, 100 cantos total, each canto with 33 lines: Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso.”

You finally hear him again, his chest moving up and down rapidly, the camera shaking in his hand. “It’s so sexy when you speak in another language. Tell me about Hell,” he lets out, clearly out of breath from what you couldn’t see going on beyond the camera. 

You start, your mind suddenly flashing back to that day at the package store, roaming through the aisles of alcohol with his hands leaving a burning touch on your body. “The first circle is Limbo. It’s where the unbaptized and virtuous pagans go. It’s like having a tv and only getting a channel like C-SPAN on every station,” you tell him, waiting for his response. His mouth is open slightly, no sound coming from him. You close your eyes, thinking of his hand in your back pocket that day, the way his fingers tensed on your ass. 

You swallow hard, your breath getting slightly shallow as you continue. “The second circle is,” you stop, knowing that you would be right in this circle as you extended your free hand down. You knew exactly what he was doing the same thing, his eyes closing every now and then, the camera shaking as you thought about his body against yours the night after the charity event. “Is lust. Anyone controlled by their hormones.”

His eyes snap open, his voice shaking as you finally hear him again: “I guess we’ll go to the second circle together?” You bite your lip, nodding at him. “Third circle,” he demands, going back to his work as he thought you in the black dress, fitting your form perfectly, every thread, every stitch, waiting to be ripped off you.

“Gluttony: habitual greed or excessive eating, especially at the expense of others,” you tell him. You think about that dry-fit shirt he wore, every muscle he had accented in the fabric as your other hand moved faster. His camera was shaking, his chest moving up and down rapidly. Part of you was surprised he hadn’t gotten there yet. “Circle four is greed: hoarding money, and goods.”

  “Five,” he chokes out, a moan following that he cut off by muting himself. 

“Five was,” you say, gasping, “Five was anger, spending their time in hell waging war against each other.” Your eyes screw shut, hoping you could get through four more. “Unmute yourself,” you demand of Matthew.

His eyes practically pop out of his head. “Unmute yourself,” you tell him again, slowly, each syllable emphasized as he watched your eyes get ever so slightly darker. He nods, doing as you ask, now able to hear his heavy breathing. “Six was heresy,” you let out, low and slow.

Matthew gasps, getting up a little as a signal that he was finished, despite you having more circles to go through. “Don’t move yet,” you say to him, not wanting him to until you could. “Those in that circle believe in religions other than Dante’s: Christianity. Seven is violence, divided further into three levels: murderers, suicide victims, and blasphemers.” You can practically feel the memory of his lips as they would have been connecting with your body, right behind your ear. 

“Tell me circle eight, pretty girl,” Matthew whispers, a lazy smile on his face as you get close to your climax. The sight of him your first night together, every inch of him as he entered you for that perfect night.

“Eight is,” you try to get out. You stop, feeling nothing and everything going through your body as you practically scream out, “Fraud.” You look at him, trying to steady your breath even though he could see your chest rising and falling as rapidly as his was before, a smile covering his face. “Nine is treachery. A frozen wasteland where those doomed to that final circle spend eternity with Satan himself. 

You both sit there in silence, catching your breath. You see Matthew finally able to adjust himself, a small laugh escaping his lips at the mess that was over the once pristine sheets. He smirks, happy that you could hear each other for the last bit, neither of you guessing you were thinking of the other the entire time.  “I told you I could make you happy, huh?” 

You take in a deep breath, trying to stabilize yourself, getting up to change quickly. “I would be happier if I didn’t have to do it myself,” you tease him. 

“Trust me: I would do anything to be there with you right now.” 

You smile at him, letting out a yawn. “I’m gonna go to bed, babe,” you say, slightly recoiling at the idea of calling him babe. “Talk to you tomorrow?” 

He nods. “I-” you start to hear him say, accidentally cutting him off by hanging up just too soon. He couldn’t have been saying much, but you send him a text saying sorry for it. “Love you,” he breathes out, wishing you heard him finally say how he felt about you.