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Beyond Boundaries - Oscar Piastri (PART EIGHT)

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let's go chapter 8! :) Can't wait to start on chapter 9!

↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!norris!reader ↳word count: 4.6K ↳chapters in this series: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight ↳chapter warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, brothers teammate trope, bestfriend!reader, fluff, smut, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni!), fingering, masturbation, mutual masturbation, kissing, touching, sexual tension, talking about feelings,

↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, you both realize you might be feeling more a little more for each other than just friendship

It had been about an hour since your moment, and you were currently fast asleep in Oscar's arms. You head was laying on his chest and he was gently tracing circles on your upper arm with his left hand, while he used the other to scroll through his phone.

He heard a soft knock on the door, before he heard his mom call out "Osc, darling, it's just me"

He looked down at the two of you, contemplating wether or not it would be smart to let anyone find them like this, cuddled up in his bed. But after all, it was just his mom and both you and Oscar were dressed decent enough again, to not catch any eyes.

"Yeah come in" he replied, making sure to keep his voice low, so he wouldn't wake you up.

His mom opened the door, greeted with the sight of her son, looking as content as possible. She smiled at him and leaned against the doorframe "Wanted to ask if the both of you wanted to come down to eat some breakfast together, but I think I know the answer already"

Oscar smiled at her, putting his phone down next to himself "I'm sorry you had to walk in on this. She was just sleeping so peacefully and I didn't wanna wake her up"

Nicole smiled again at them "You look happy, Osc. Don't waste the opportunity just because you guys are afraid of the consequences. It might be worth it"

A sigh left the younger Australians lips, looking down at you, curled up in his arms "Trust me, If it was on me, I would have taken the risk a while ago"

Nicole send Oscar a sympathetic smile "I'll make some breakfast for you and bring it upstairs"

"Thanks mom"

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A few hours had passed, currently midday, when you made your way back towards Oscar's bedroom, about to take a shower. You had spend the morning with Oscar's sister Mae, playing board games with her.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of the Australian driver lying belly down on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You walked over to his bed, standing beside him. A cough left your lips softly to alert him to your arrival, causing Oscar to immediately switch positions, now lying on his back, looking up at you.

"Hi," he murmured, a small blush immediately making its way to his cheeks again. It was endearing how easily he got flustered.

Ever since the two of you had spent the night in his hotel room, Oscar found it impossible to look at you without feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach, constantly replaying what you had done together. It felt forbidden, yet so good.

Oscar looked you up and down, checking you out rather obviously. You were wearing a pair of shorts and a black cropped top, which wasn’t anything special, yet to Oscar, you looked stunning.

"You like what you see?" you sassed at him, a cheeky smile on your face, expecting to make Oscar flustered by catching him staring. But he did the last thing you expected.

He grabbed your arm with his hand and pulled you down onto him, before flipping you around and hovering above you. The sudden movement made your heart race, and the playful glint in his eyes told you he was in a teasing mood.

Oscar rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "And what if I do?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Were you planning on doing anything about that?"

You gulped, the proximity and intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. Trying to maintain your composure, you shot back, "Maybe I'll just have to make you stop staring."

He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. "Good luck with that," he murmured. His hands began to roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine. He squeezed your hip, causing you to gasp softly, and then moved his hand to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

Oscar's other hand raked through your hair, the gentle touch contrasting with the growing tension between you. You felt his breath on your lips, so close yet so far. Just when you thought he would kiss you, he pulled away slightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a mix of frustration and desire.

He grinned mischievously. "If I'm not allowed to stare, then you don't get a kiss," he teased, his tone playful but charged with sexual tension.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a mix of amusement and annoyance. "That's not fair," you pouted.

Oscar leaned in again, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. "Life's not fair," he whispered before pulling back once more, leaving you on edge.

"You're such a tease," you muttered, half-joking, half-frustrated.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you love it," he replied, his hand caressing your cheek.

The playful banter and the undeniable chemistry between you both made the moment electric. You knew you were in for a wild ride with Oscar, and despite the tension, you couldn’t help but feel thrilled by his playful antics.

Oscar chuckled and slowly pulled away, offering you his hand to help you get up. You accepted it, and he effortlessly pulled you to your feet.

"Thanks," you said, brushing off your shorts. "I actually came here to take a shower. Is that okay with you?"

Oscar gave you a look of mock indignation. “You don’t have to ask things like that. Everything you do is okay with me.”

You smiled, a little shy but also playful. "I just felt like I had to ask."

Oscar smirked, "Well, for the record, you never have to ask for permission to use my shower. Or anything else."

You rolled your eyes again, but a smile played at your lips. "Noted. Now, if you'll excuse me."

A little time passed as you grabbed your things and headed into the bathroom. You stepped under the warm spray of the shower, sighing in relief. But as the water cascaded over you, you realized you had forgotten your shampoo and shower gel on the desk.

"Oscar!" you called out, your voice carrying through the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Oscar walked over, standing just outside the door. "Yeah? Need something?"

You saw his silhouette through the crack in the door, the tension between you rising again. He quickly looked away, respecting your privacy even as his mind raced with thoughts. "Did you forget something?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"My shampoo and shower gel," you replied. "They're on the desk. Can you hand them to me?"

Oscar grabbed the items and brought them to the door. He pushed it open slightly, walking towards the shower cubicle, his eyes glued to the ground. "Here," he said, his voice a bit nervous.

You laughed softly at his bashfulness. "Oscar, you've already seen me naked. There's nothing you haven't seen before."

He swallowed hard, still looking at the ground. "I just didn't want to intrude if you didn't want me to."

You smiled, feeling a mix of affection and mischief. "I honestly don't mind. In fact, you can take a little peek, if you want"

He hesitated, his heart pounding. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, teasingly running your hands over your wet body. "Absolutely. Come on, Oscar. It's not like you haven't seen me before."

Slowly, he lifted his gaze, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you. The water glistened on your skin, making you look even more stunning. He was starstruck, unable to tear his eyes away.

You decided to put on a show for him, pouring the shower gel into your hands and lathering it up. You spread it over your body, your movements slow and deliberate, making sure he could see every detail. Oscar's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you.

You moved your hands to your breasts, caressing them sensually as you spread the soap. Oscar leaned back against the wall, his breathing becoming more labored. When you turned around to soap up your back, you took the chance to let your hands glide over your ass as well, to which he couldn't help but let out a low groan, his eyes glued to you.

Turning back to face him, you rinsed off the soap, the water cascading over your body. You looked at Oscar, your eyes locking onto his. His arousal was evident, a noticeable bulge forming in his shorts. You smirked, enjoying the effect you had on him.

You moved your hands lower, starting to touch yourself more intimately. Your fingers found your clit, and you began to rub it, throwing your head back a little and moaning softly as you did. Oscar's eyes widened, his breath coming in short gasps.

"You can touch yourself if you want," you said, your voice husky with desire.

He hesitated for a moment, but then his hand moved to his crotch, palming himself through his shorts. He let out a low moan, his hips thrusting slightly into his hand.

You continued to pleasure yourself, your moans growing louder. Oscar's hand slipped into his shorts, stroking himself more urgently. He was mesmerized by the sight of you, his eyes never leaving your body.

The tension built between you, the air thick with desire. Your movements became more frantic, your moans louder. Oscar's breathing was ragged, his strokes quickening as he watched you.

Finally, you both reached the edge. With a final, shared look of intense desire, you both came, your cries mingling in the steamy bathroom.

You looked at each other, a chuckle escaping your lips as you both came down from the high.

You glanced at Oscar, noting the mess he'd made in his shorts. "Maybe you should join me in the shower," you teased. "Since you, you know, made a little bit of a mess"

He grinned, still a bit breathless. "Maybe I should." He practically ripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower with you.

Without wasting a moment, he pinned you against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. The water drenched both of you, adding to the sensuality of the moment. Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you intensifying as you lost yourselves in each other.

Oscar moved his hands down to the back of your thighs to lift you up in his arms, and pinned you back against the wall. You slotted your legs around his waist and draped your arms around his neck, slotting your lips back together.

Oscar moved his hands down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly. He pinned you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as you draped your arms around his neck. Your lips found each other again, and the kiss was even more passionate and heated than before. His tongue explored your mouth, and you responded by biting his lower lip gently, eliciting a deep groan from him.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it slightly, which seemed to drive him wild. Oscar squeezed your thighs, holding you firmly as the kiss intensified, both of you lost in the heat of the moment.

Eventually, you both pulled away, panting slightly, eyes locked. "That was amazing," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine awe.

"Yeah, it really was," Oscar agreed, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

The intensity slowly ebbed away, replaced by a tender, intimate atmosphere. You spent the rest of the shower together in a romantic way, taking the time to wash each other with gentle, loving gestures. Oscar carefully spread the shampoo through your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in soothing circles. The sensation was calming, making you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

Once your hair was rinsed and clean, you both stood under the warm spray of the shower, hugging each other tightly. The water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of your passionate encounter. It was a moment of pure closeness, just the two of you holding each other, no words needed.

In that embrace, you felt a deep connection, a bond that went beyond the physical. The worries and complications of your situation seemed to fade away, leaving only the feeling of being completely together, if only for this moment.

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Later that day, you were relaxing on one of the loungers in the garden of Oscar's childhood home. Oscar had gone inside to due some chores for his mom while she and his dad were away picking up groceries. This meant you had a little time for yourself, which turned out to be perfect timing as Lily and Kelly both had asked you to FaceTime you in a group call once you had the chance. So you took the chance and pressed the call button.

"Y/n Norris!" Lily immediately started once they picked up. "Spill the beans!"

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what they were hinting at. "What are you talking about?" you teased back at them.

A loud laugh left Kelly's lips as she heard your fake innocence. "Girl, don't act like you don't know."

"Yeah! What she says! First of all, you're an idiot for snogging with him in public, but that's beside the point," you heard Lily say. "JUST GIVE US THE TEA! You two finally snogged and you didn't even tell us!"

"Well, it wasn't supposed to happen, though."

Another chuckle was heard from the other side of the line while Lily rolled her eyes at you.

Kelly was the one to speak up this time, a smirk across her face. "It wasn't supposed to happen? Keep lying to yourself, girl."

"Yeah, fine, I could have made the decision to not do it. But I was drunk, and then I apparently don't really have a sense of reasoning."

Lily smiled at you, a little cheekily. "But, spill the tea. First of all, is he a good kisser?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes again, not surprised by their curiosity. "Definitely" you said, chuckling a little at the wide eyes you got from the girls. "But we might have gone back to his hotel room afterward. We didn't sleep together, though. We just messed around a bit" you said, explaining broadly what happened between the two of you, obviously leaving out the too intimate details.

Lily wiggled her eyebrows at you knowingly "Was it good?"

"God, yes. I think 'good' might be an understatement. Honestly, might be the best I've had" you gushed cheerfully.

Kelly laughed at you and rolled her eyes a little "It's always the quiet ones that have hidden talents" she quipped, another chuckle leaving the brunettes lips.

"For real" you laughed "Can assure you that we legit had the best sex, I've ever had" you exclaimed, unaware of the slip up you just had.

Lily then looked at you questioningly "I thought you just said you didn't have sex"

"Oh" you muttered, realizing you just misspoke "Well, we didn't in his hotel room" you said, clenching your teeth together.

Kelly and Lily both giggled at you, finding it incredibly entertaining that you misspoke, but also got curious about what actually happened "But, that kinda means that you guys hooked up twice in I would say, less than 48 hours?"

"Ehm.. three times actually" you uttered, covering your eyes with your free hand "Four if you include just making out as well"

"Oh. My. God. Norris" Kelly snickered "You honestly keep surprising me every single day"

"I can't help it okay, it just happened"

"Well, you technically could help it, you just didn't want to" Lily deadpanned, a laugh immediately replacing the fake seriousness, before adding "So the conclusion is; you guys are in love with each other, but refuse to get together because of certain reasons, yet you can't keep your hands to yourself"

"Yeah, you could say it like that"

The conversation continued like that for a while, until you noticed that Kelly's mood shifted a little, getting a bit more serious. "Are you planning on sticking with your decision of you two not getting together, by the way?" she asked, a sigh escaping her. "Because, you know, I'm all for having a bit of fun together without strings attached. But as far as I know, Oscar is madly in love with you. Wouldn't it be a bit sad to lead him on like that? Don't you think he'll might get the wrong impression if you start hooking up more often?"

You felt your heart break a little at the thought, not wanting to hurt him in any way, but you still had to make up your mind about it. You let out a soft sigh, spilling your honesty to the girls. "To be honest, I really don't know. Up until yesterday, even though I've been in love with him for a while now, I was still convinced that I had to stick to it, but things kinda changed this morning after we had sex and now I'm not so sure."

Lily shook her head at you, a small grin on her face. "And if I interpreted you correctly, it didn't feel like 'casual hookup sex', or did it?"

You remained silent for a while, thinking about what to say next. "Not really, no," you spoke, the words leaving your mouth hesitantly. "We might have accidentally said 'I love you' to each other at the end."

"Y/n, we really love you and we stand by you most of the time, but I think I can speak for the both of us if I say that you really have to talk to Oscar about this. And then I mean, explicitly," Kelly said, gaining an agreeing nod from Lily.

"I think you should, yes," Lily added, the grin on her face turning into a more caring look. "You really should make up your mind about what you want because it's not fair to either of you, honey."

"Like, don't get me wrong, friends with benefits can work if there are no feelings involved. But you are in love with each other, one of you is bound to get hurt if you keep this going."

You nodded, agreeing with the both of them, unable to really use your words for a reply. Stuck in a war with yourself on how to tackle this dilemma.

"We obviously can't decide what decision to make; you have to do that yourself. But I do think that you at least should talk to Oscar today. He deserves the clarity as well, you know?"

"How can I give him that if I don't even know myself?"

"I think that just talking about it with him might give you the clarity that you need."

"Maybe you're right."

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At about three o' clock in the afternoon, Oscar's family and you had gathered around the garden table, some snacks and drinks on it. Oscar's dad had picked up Oscar's grandparents, who were staying over for a few days. They were honestly such a cute couple and it was evident how good their bond with Oscar and their other grandkids were, it was honestly delightful to see. It made you warm and funny, thinking about the bond Lando and you shared with your grandparents as well.

You had been talking about basically everything and nothing. Sharing some stories of Oscar when he was younger, as well as about how you gained your interest in your job field. It had led you guys to the current subject of discussion, your current position as Oscar's physio/trainer.

"So, darling, how long have you been Oscar's physio for?" his grandfather asked you.

"Well, I worked as a medical assistant at McLaren for about a year before this, so I already worked alongside him every now and then already. But I only started working as his personal physio since the start of this season" you explained, looking over at Oscar for a second, before redirecting your gaze towards his grandfather "And since the GP here in Melbourne, I also took over the role of his previous trainer, Kim. He was able to get a different position that fitted better with his personal life, so I got offered to take up that role as well, which I gladly accepted"

Chris laughed at his son "Don't be too soft on him tho! He could use a little bit of strictness" he joked "Otherwise he'll get lazy, won't you Oscar?"

Oscar rolled his eyes at his dad and send you a smile, delighted that his grandparents seemed to enjoy your company very well "She's doing a good job" he complimented you "I'm glad she got it. How awesome is it to be able to work so much with your best friend"

"Oh" Oscars grandmother chuckled "Sorry, darling. I thought the lovely girl was your girlfriend."

Oscar turned beet red "N-No! She's not my girlfriend, Nan."

His grandmother looked at you and then back at her grandson "Your eyes say something different, darling. You look at her as if you want to marry her"

"Mom, don't tease the boy" Nicole told her mom, trying to keep her in check a little "They just have a very close friendship"

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The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a warm golden hue across the beach. The waves lapped gently at the shore, a soothing backdrop to the weighty conversation you knew you needed to have. As you walked beside Oscar, the sand soft beneath your feet, you felt the tension between you, an unspoken understanding that this was a pivotal moment. When you reached a small, secluded ledge overlooking the sea, you both sat down, the air thick with anticipation.

Oscar turned to you, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset. "We need to talk about us," you said, breaking the silence. Your voice was steady, but your heart raced. "I think it's time we figure out what's really going on between us. We deserve clarity, both of us."

He nodded, looking down at his hands. "I agree. It's been... confusing. But amazing," he added, glancing at you with a small, sad smile, before speaking up again "We need to make a decision. A firm one. If we decide not to date, we can't keep being intimate. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

You sighed, feeling the weight of your words. "Yeah. We need to be honest with each other."

Oscar reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "So, let's weigh it all out. The pros and cons."

You smiled faintly. "Okay. Pros first."

He thought for a moment, then started, "Well, we're obviously attracted to each other. And we care about each other. I love spending time with you, whether it's working out, watching movies, or just talking. And... I'm in love with you, but you knew that already" he said, his voice breaking. "I love how you challenge me, how you're always there with a smile after a tough day, how you get my stupid jokes. I love how we can talk for hours about everything and nothing"

Oscar took a deep breath, his voice a little unsteady due to the amount of emotions he was feeling at the moment "I love how it feels when I'm with you, like this morning, when we were together... it was perfect. It meant everything to me."

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away quickly, but not before you saw it. "I'm in love with you too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But... the cons."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "There's the fact that you're my client. My job is to keep you in peak physical condition, and dating could complicate that. There's also Lando. He's my brother, and you're his teammate. If things went south between us... it could get messy."

Oscar looked down, his expression pained and his eyes watery "I know. I think about that too. But what if it doesn't go wrong? What if we make it work?"

You shook your head slightly, feeling the familiar fear creeping in. "It's just... it's a lot of pressure. What if we hurt each other? What if we can't keep it professional? What if it's wrong?"

Oscar's eyes were misty, and he swallowed hard, another tear slipping down his cheek. "I'm afraid too. But the idea of not being with you... that scares me more." He reached up and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "Does this feel wrong?" he whispered, leaning in to kiss you softly, full of love and tenderness.

The kiss melted your fears away, if only for a moment. It felt right, in the best way possible, but the anxiety lingered. You pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his. "It feels perfect," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But that doesn't make it any less scary."

Oscar nodded, his hand still on your cheek, tears still flowing. "I know. But maybe we can take it slow. No labels, no pressure. Just... see where it goes. Keep it a secret, if that helps."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all you saw was sincerity and hope. "Taking it slow... I think I can do that. But we need to be careful. We need to communicate, be honest with each other."

"Absolutely," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll make sure we're both on the same page, every step of the way."

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of cautious optimism. "Okay. Let's give it a shot. But remember, no labels yet. And we keep it between us."

Oscar smiled, his relief palpable, though his eyes were still glistening with unshed tears. "Deal." He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more certainty, sealing the promise you had just made to each other.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you both sat there, hand in hand, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. The future was uncertain, but for the first time, you both felt ready to face it together.

After a few moments of quiet, you felt Oscar shift beside you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "About this 'taking it slow' thing," he began cautiously, "what does that mean for... intimacy? Like, when we're alone, can I kiss you or hug you whenever I feel like it? Or does 'taking it slow' mean to you, that we avoid that as well?"

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Of course, you can. I love it when you kiss me, or hug me. It makes me feel loved"

Oscar smiled, a bit of the tension easing from his face. "Good. Because I really enjoy it too."

Feeling a mix of shyness and cheekiness, you added, "And just to clarify; for me, 'taking it slow' only applies to us not having a label and not telling anyone yet. It doesn't apply to... you know, the more intimate stuff. Like what we did this morning or in your hotel room."

Oscar's eyes widened slightly, a small smile spreading across his face. "So, you're okay with...?"

You nodded, your cheeks flushing. "Yes, I'm totally fine with it. I actually want that. Just because we're taking it slow in terms of labels and keeping it a secret, doesn't mean we can't enjoy being close to each other."

Oscar let out a relieved laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad to hear that. Because honestly, I don't think I could keep my hands off you."

You laughed, hugging him back tightly. "Good. Because I don't want you to."

As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, you both sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling a new sense of hope and possibility for what lay ahead.

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Coffee Talk | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader

warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)

overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.

a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3

Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage

“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.

You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”

The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.

“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).

“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.

“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”

Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”

The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”

“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.

“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.

“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”

Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”

“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”

“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.

Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”

“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”

“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.

“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.

“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.

Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.

You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.

“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”

The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.

“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.

“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.

“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”

“What the fuck..”

Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”

The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.

“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.

“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.

“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”

“Sorry.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.

You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”

Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.

“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”

“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”

You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.

“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”

You waved her off to assure her it was fine.

“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.

“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”

“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“

You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”

“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.

“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.

You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”

“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.

“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”

The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”

Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.

“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.

“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.

“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”

“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”

The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”

Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.

“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.

“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.

“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.

“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.

“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.

“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.

“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”

Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”

“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“

“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”

“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.

“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”

“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”

Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”

“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”

Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.

“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.

“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.

“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”

Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.

“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.

“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.

“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.

“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”

Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.

The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”

You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.

“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”

Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.

“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”

“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.

You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”

Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

#Harry Styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles headcannon #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry edward styles #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles drabble #Harry Styles

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mitsvriii · 1 year

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Lyney giving you a special magic show (sfw please I mean like just you and him)

Special Show

Lyney x reader

173 words

Any reader type

This is short because I’m like that 😍

The flower placement is based on this intellectually conversation from Mae and I during Lyney’s story quest

“I thought this was supposed to be a ‘special show’? Isn’t it just the same tricks?”

Lyney was quick to shush you, flipping around a card, “Just be patient. You’ll see.”

You made a noise of slight annoyance but chose to watch him in silence. He spun a card in his card before palming it. Rubbing his hands together he opened his palms, to reveal nothing.

“Is it going to appear behind me ear or something this time?” You questioned as you shifted in your seat, giving him a look.

“Why don’t you check?” Lyney quipped, rocking slightly on his heels, “I’m sure your equip with enough observation skills to notice where it is.”

You grumbled as you looked around, before glanced down at your chest. Sure enough, there was a rainbow rose made of cards resting in the middle of it.

“You’re gonna have to tell me how you do this-and do you even know what a rainbow rose means?”

Lyney nodded, a small smile on his lips, “I do, I do.”

#genshin impact #lyney x you #lyney x reader #genshin fluff #lyney fluff #fontaine x reader #fontaine genshin #gi lyney

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batsyforyou · 10 months

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Maedhros Sleep Headcanons

Pariring: Maedhros x reader

Warning: None

Author’s Note: Blanket Series! Honestly I have discovered that my ability to write longer fics over short fics is crazy different. Short fics? Anxiety. Long fics? Long drawn out suffering. Headcanons? Perfection.

If Light sleeper could embody a person this would be it.

You flinched? He’s awake. You take a little deep breath? He’s awake. You turn on your side? He’s awake.

Not that you can tell the difference with his open eyed death stare.

Hypersensitivity Sleep fits him great

As mentioned before elves sleep with their eyes open so the creepy staring is 98/100

It’ll feel like someone’s burning holes in your back

It's kinda like that awkward feeling characters will get in a one bed trope where they don’t hate each other. Pillow walls included.

He honestly has the widest open eyed stare. Like he’s constantly on the lookout for danger.

His eyes will remind you of a cartoon sometimes.

Especially if he’s had a bad day or worse a bad night

Honestly between his weight and height you have it hard most nights.

Like if you wanted space or more important Mae wanted space it ain’t gonna happen chief. Why? As soon as he gets on the bed there is an automatic roll function.

For you anyway.

Were you comfortable? Nice and cozied up in the comforter? Not any more.

Cue the pillow wall barrier

Cuddles don’t exist here; cuddles happen once in a blue moon.

He wouldn’t be able to sleep if you left him though so y’all share the same bed

Not that he sleeps anyway.

PTSD also likes to chime in

The poor thing

If he sleeps he doesn’t sleep peacefully, nightmares are constant

The only downside or upside? Is that if he gets a nightmare it's a deep sleep so he’s not waking up to you he’s waking up to screams and Melkor tickling his ear.

Flight or fight gets in pretty often so the extra space between you and him isn’t just to annoy you

Also please don’t wake him up from a nightmare

When he does cuddle though it's like the sunny day after a big rainstorm and you stepped into heaven

Will never lay on top of you, is too afraid to hurt you

Will freakout if you cuddle up to him as the big spoon

Don’t grip his hair at night either. PTSD overload on that one

If he cuddles you he’ll do it in the daylight were he has zero chance of falling asleep and where he feels safe enough

He’ll either spoon you as the big spoon or let you lay on him and just gently pet your head and stroke your hair.

Will give you a kiss to your temple and if he’s had a good day he might fall asleep like that

Though I suggest you watch him carefully, no need to get punched in the gut by an 8ft elf

And speaking of him being 8ft he will have a major problem sleeping in a bed that isn’t exactly taylored to him

Will be too long for an average bed

So you sleep in a gigantic sized bed, your feet never reach the end

This elf has also seen the light of the Two Trees but don’t be afraid; he isn’t Glorfindel

His hair and eyes glow very dimly because of *redacted*

So it’ll be a coin flip for awe so cute or that's kinda creepy. If y’all have seen Stargate and watched the goa'uld light up their eyes it's kinda like that but waaaay less light.

So the glowing eyes/hair paired with his wide, open death stare burning holes into you sometimes makes you uncomfortable.

He doesn’t move when he sleeps not because he sleeps heavy but because he doesn’t want to take the chance of ruining your sleep

Overall this baby needs some serious therapy and is a 4/10 sleep buddy

Masterlist

#tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #maedhros #maedhros x reader #sons of feanor #house of feanor #feanorians

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reminiscingtonight · 2 years

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Half A World Away

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Don’t say y’all didn’t ask for it. Based on “Half A World Away” by Remme and Clara Mae.

[Part Two]

[WOSO Masterlist]

You’ve forgotten how loud the rain can get in Seattle.

It’s midnight where you’re at, the loud splatter of drops doing nothing to help soothe the storm raging in your head. Though you’ve long gone to bed, the empty apartment and emptier heart making you far more tired than it should, you haven’t been able to fall asleep.

After spending the past couple years in England, you’ve finally decided to come back home to play. Your national team teammates were more than stoked when they found out about the transfer, welcoming you with open arms and tight hugs.

To be fair, this had been a long time coming. Although you hadn’t planned to return so soon, returning had been in your plans. You just thought that you’d be coming to play out the last year or so of your career with the love of your life by your side.

But sometimes things just don’t turn out the way you want it to. You still had many years left to go, retirement still eons away. And then there’s the issue of the person you’ve spent the last couple years loving. She’s not here next to you, and if you’re being honest, you don’t think she’ll ever be.

As much as you want Seattle to be home, you know the truth.

Home will always be back on the other side of the world.

---

Waking up to Lucy will always be your favorite thing to do. She’s got her arms wrapped tight around you, as if you’d run away sometime in the middle of the night.

You press a light kiss against her forehead before extricating yourself from her arms. Lucy’s a deep sleeper, so climbing out of bed isn’t hard to do. What’s harder is trying to cook breakfast without setting fire to the kitchen. There’s a reason Lucy’s always the one cooking whenever you guys find yourselves in need of food.

Somehow you make it through unscathed, making your way back to your shared room with a tray loaded with homemade waffles and a small fruit salad, some coffee balanced precariously on the edge. To your delight, Lucy’s still fast asleep when you toe open the door.

Setting the tray off to the side, you climb back into bed. Lucy only starts stirring when you start pressing some light kisses against her face.

Her nose scrunches up first, but it isn’t until she lazily blinks her eyes open that you’re sure she’s awake. Lucy gives you a tired smile.

“Hi.”

“Morning,” you chirp back, leaning back in again, but this time for an actual kiss.

Lucy rests her hands along the back of your neck, letting you put your full weight on her. You’re smiling when you break apart.

“When do you leave?”

The reminder that your time together is limited makes you frown. City and Arsenal played a game yesterday, hence your ability to spend last night with Lucy. Although you finessed this little getaway, Jordan and Leah were currently enjoying a late brunch with Keira, the two gunners ready to pick you up in a couple hours to head back to London. Though you appreciated the leeway they were giving you, you know you can’t leave them hanging for too long.

“I’ve got a couple hours.”

Whatever Lucy’s about to respond stops when she turns to grab her glasses off the bedside table. She squints when she catches sight of the tray.

“You made me breakfast in bed?”

“You sound surprised,” you tease.

She looks a little bashful. “I mean… you’re never one to be eager to cook.”

“Keep up this attitude and I might never again.”

Both of you are laughing when Lucy lunges up at you, blowing a raspberry against your cheek before she’s suddenly flipping the two of you over. You gasp, not expecting the action, but Lucy keeps you pinned to the bed.

You’re holding your breath when she ducks down, sucking a mark into the side of your neck.

“A couple hours you said?”

The words are mumbled out, but you can still feel her smirk.

When you end up being late to the pick up site, Jordan teases you until you’re bright red in the face.

---

Lucy tells you about Barcelona while the two of you are in California. You’re seeing the sights, visiting some of your friends with some of her English teammates when she tells you about her new contract.

“It’s a great opportunity.”

You don’t say anything else. You wonder if she thinks you’ll stop her from going.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of our vacation, okay?”

The answer is no, you would never stop her from following her dreams.

What you don’t realize is that Lucy never had you in her plans for Barcelona.

Lucy’s packing, about to leave for camp when she breaks up with you. You have to leave for your own camp soon, but you haven’t left yet, still dressed in one of her sweaters when she utters the words.

Long distance isn’t something she wants to do, she tells you. You know how her relationship with Keira ended, how much the distance killed them before they could really start.

But you thought you guys were different. After all, you made the brief distance between your respective clubs work.

Lucy’s not meeting your eyes when you try to convince her otherwise.

In the end it doesn’t matter.

“Please don’t go,” you whisper, trying to ignore the fact that Jordan told you about a ring months ago.

“I… I’m sorry. I really am.” Lucy really does look heartbroken when she leaves you sitting alone in her apartment.

You have to fake being okay when your friends win the Euros. You cheer with Jordan, let the smaller girl drag you to the last couple games. You do everything you can, but you still miss her even though she hasn’t left yet.

And when the airplane finally takes Lucy away to Barcelona, you feel your heart leave with her.

---

Sonnett tries to get you to go biking with her.

Something she took away from her time in DC was her love for biking. She’s somehow roped Rose into doing it, Rose got Sofia to do it, and now they all have their sights set on you.

You don’t have the heart to tell them biking only takes you back to England, that it makes you think of the girl who you loved so fully but broke your heart.

The first time Lucy takes you on a bike ride, it’s 12am and the two of you have just returned from a date night at a bowling alley. You give the defender an affronted look when she drags you towards the bike shop.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“I think we have different definitions of the word ‘fun’,” you tsk.

You still let her drag you into the store. You’re not really listening when she talks with the clerk, pointing out the bikes she wanted to purchase.

When she plops a helmet on your head, you give her your best glare. Both of you know there’s no real heat behind it. Lucy tilts your head back and you accept her kiss without a fuss.

“Love you,” she murmurs.

Your eyes are sparkling with mirth when you pull away. “You already got me to agree to go midnight biking with you. There’s no need to sweet talk me.”

Lucy rolls her eyes, but there’s no hiding her grin. “Alright sweet cheeks, path’s this way.”

Everything’s normal the first couple minutes. You pedal quietly side by side, the path being big enough for the two of you. When Lucy slyly glances at you before winking, you know she’s about to do something stupid.

You’re proven correct not long after. Lucy throws both of her hands up into the air, letting out a whoop as she somehow keeps her balance.

“You’re literally going to get us into trouble,” you laugh, making sure to keep your own hands on your handle bars.

“With who?” Lucy snorts. She does put her hands back on her bars though. “We’re not in season right now, so it’s just you and me. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

You chuckle. “Babe, I’m not going to lie about how you got hurt when we go to the ER later because you fell off your bike.”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

It’s beautiful, the path she takes you on.

The two of you bike past rivers, through parks, nothing but the sparkling stars and moon lighting your paths. Though the sights you see are beautiful, you know none of it compares to the beauty of your girlfriend. Every time you catch sight of her that night, the flutter in your heart only magnifies.

From there on out, biking becomes sort of a ritual for the two of you. After a particularly hard game or a fight of some sort, the two of you always recouped the same way --- midnight bike rides. The distance of course made biking together a difficult thing, but you always made the most of it when you guys were finally reunited.

But you don’t know how to tell your friends any of that.

So you don’t.

Still, you can’t help but compare the feel of Sonny’s hands on your waist, her voice echoing loud next to your ears when she hops onto the back of your bike to Lucy’s. You have to scoot a little forward so the blonde doesn’t fall back, but you get flashbacks to when Lucy used to do the same. Sonnett’s yelling something about how you pedal slower than her grandma, Rose giggling somewhere close behind, but everything about this just feels wrong.

Sonny isn’t Lucy. Seattle isn’t London or Manchester.

You’re surrounded by some of your best friends, but still you feel alone.

Something tells you it’s time you get used to this feeling, because the truth is, Lucy’s not coming back. Lucy’s not coming back and you’re not going home.

England and Lucy will always hold a special part in your heart, but this is your new normal and there’s nothing you can do but get used to it.

---

You tried, you really did.

You play the new season for a couple months, trying to ignore the empty feeling left behind by Lucy’s absence. But it’s hard to find joy in the sport and the city you’re not used to being alone in.

Whenever the WSL season started, you and Lucy would take turns making the trip out to the other’s city. Even when you weren’t physically next to the other, you’d stay connected through the phone, text messages and facetimes keeping your relationship alive.

The rational part of you knows it’s stupid. Leaving in the middle of the season? Leaving the place you’ve called home for the past couple years?

There’s also the little voice in your head that won’t stop yelling about the fact that Seattle is further away than London. If Lucy didn’t want a long distance relationship between Barcelona and London, she definitely wouldn’t want one with you in Seattle.

It’s easier to ignore that voice. It’s not like Lucy left the door open for the two of you when she left. Your relationship was over, and you just had to deal with it.

Apparently your way of “dealing with it” involves hopping on a plane to the other side of the world.

Leah’s the one you tell first. She’s become one of the people you’ve gotten closest to ever since you arrived in England all those years ago. The blonde thinks you’re joking until you ask her if she wants your plant collection.

“Look, I don’t want to be cruel, but don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far? Lucy broke up with you, and I get it, that sucks, but you shouldn’t run away.”

“I’m not running away,” you huff, knowing exactly what Leah’s trying to get at.

“Leaving for a team that hasn’t even started their season yet seems like running away.”

“Lucy left first, so why can’t I?” Though snapped out, your words still come out a little broken.

You look away then, trying to hide your tears before Leah can spot them.

Leah simply sighs, ignoring the hurt in your voice. Her voice is a little gentler this time around. “I want you to be doing this for yourself, not because of Lucy.”

You’re quiet for a moment, really thinking it through. If you’re being honest, the thought of playing back home has always been a nagging thought. With no one to come home to anymore, it just made the decision all the more easier. “I... I think I’ve been wanting to go home for a while. Lucy ending things just-- it just made it more clear for me.”

Every time you go to camp, you can’t help but feel a little bit left out whenever your friends tell you about all they get up to in the states. They’re always suspended in awe whenever you tell them about your life in England, but leaving your friends is never easy when camp comes to an end.

It’s always been easier leaving your friends and family behind when you had Lucy waiting to come home to. You’ve had a hard time leaving them these past couple times though. It’s no surprise it’s coincided with your break up.

“I’m sorry I’m not finishing out the season. I never wanted to leave you guys hanging.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Leah sighs, giving you her best smile. It still looks a little sad, but at least she’s trying. “We’ll definitely miss playing with you over here, but you’re going to kill it in Seattle.”

“I’ll miss you guys too. Don’t think the distance will stop me from being a gooner though.”

“Once a gooner,” she starts, smile growing just a bit sadder.

You pull the younger girl in for a hug before either of you can start crying. If this is how your talk with Leah is going, you can’t imagine how many tears will be shed when you break the news to the rest of the team tomorrow.

Your time in England will have always given you the love of your life. All the happy moments and the sad, it all began and ended here. It all began and ended with Lucy. What happens from here on out, well that you’ll have to figure out for yourself.

---

Lucy’s always hated the early morning practices.

She much rather wake up to your soft breaths puffing against her cheek, arms wrapped loosely around her waist. Her lips slightly curl up at the memory. She never told you, but she’s always loved the feeling of you sprawled on top of her, no matter what time of day it happens.

It feels like a dagger to the heart when she remembers why it’ll no longer be a thing. Why even when the season ends she won’t be able to go home to you.

Lucy heard about your move back to the states through the grapevines.

When Jordan first told her that you were leaving Arsenal, Lucy couldn’t believe her ears. You were a diehard gooner, elated beyond words when you signed your contract with them. You had stuck by through the ups and downs of your career, even when your national team position was threatened by the mere fact that you weren’t playing in the states. Your love for the game, more specifically the soccer culture in England, made you stay strong in your refusal to leave. It all worked out in the end, but she remembers those nights you stayed awake, training harder to prove yourself from other contenders all those miles away.

Lucy always remembers you mentioning moving back to the states to end out your career, but you didn’t seem anywhere close to hanging up your boots.

Jordan said something about you leaving before the season ended so you could catch the start of the NWSL, but by then, Lucy wasn’t listening.

Like always, she finds herself staring down at your contact before practice starts. She always happens to find the abandoned message thread right after lacing up her boots. Just like the first time she pulled it up, there’s nothing typed out. There’s so much she wants to say, but she doesn’t know where to start.

Lucy knows that it’s nighttime in Seattle right now. She wonders if you’re sleeping alone, trying to forget the memory of her as she tries of you every night. The selfish part of her hopes that it also doesn’t work for you.

She knows she has no right to wonder how you’re doing. She’s the one who broke things off. But late at night, when Lucy’s got nothing but the memories of the two of you to keep her company, she can’t help but imagine what it would be like for you to take her back. If you were to allow her to love you again.

“Lucy!” Mapi’s voice, somewhere close in the locker room, jolts Lucy out of her thoughts.

The corner of her lips drop when she notices the time. Quickly closing the messages app, Lucy tosses her phone into her bag. She rubs a tired hand up and down her face before shouting a quick “Coming!”

As she makes her way out of the locker room, there’s only one thing on her mind.

Maybe tomorrow will be different.

Maybe tomorrow Lucy will finally come up with the nerves to tell you how much she misses you. To tell you how much she wished she didn’t let you go.

She’s got nothing but her maybes, so until then, she’ll have to deal with her heart being half a world away.

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whatyadrawin · 2 months

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 16

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Approximately 4,061 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language and visual depiction of sexual acts, foul language, panic attack experience. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: I'm going to likely end this series in the next few chapters as it is coming to a natural end, but you can bet there will be more development and smut in future chapters to come. Been super exhausted and mentally unwell lately so bear with me. Chapters will take time between them but I promise you this series will complete. I appreciate everyone's patience. The censored images can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 16

The day started slow, you were so exhausted from the strenuous workout you got with Tommy from the other day that you slept in quite late. The temperature inside your house was what eventually pushed you out of bed and into the shower for a refreshing rinse. You spent most of the day dealing with emails and a phone call from the company you chose to install the irrigation system for the orchard, it all concluded into a surveyor being scheduled to come out and take measurements and run a cost estimate in the next week or so.

As the day dragged on, the sun began to set and redden the sky which reflected into your home and remined you to meet up with Tommy. You finished off the last of your dinner and got changed into a loose spaghetti strap tank top and some shorts with flip flops, the simple clothing accentuated your freshly curled and volumized hair. You stepped out the front door to make your way down to the main house, the night retained the days heat and the air was thick with humidity. Your excitement grew with each step, -what surprise does he have for me this time?- you keep your focus on the Hewitt house which slowly grew closer as the distance shortened. You were still trying to process the fact that a home so large would one day be yours, it almost felt like a waste to just stay in the small house now. -If I’m going to inherit such a massive property I better start paying for potential repairs or something, maybe I’ll bring it up to Luda Mae and see about updating appliances...-

You saw Tommy running towards you from the driveway, he looked like a massive bear in the dark and his speed was frightening. He slowed when he was a few feet away, his breathing was not even slightly elevated which really enforced the fact that he truly is in peak physical fitness. He still had his mask on despite you hoping he would get more used to it being off; he was wearing some cut off jean shorts, a black shirt that was a perfectly too small with cut off sleeves, and he was barefoot. You suppressed a smirk at the obvious reminder of him being a backwoods country boy, shoeless in the night.

“Where’d your shoes run off to?” you jab.

He lets out a rumbling laugh, “Too hot fer shoes, c’mon now” he made it sound like you were ludicrous for even suggesting them. “Shouldn’t be walkin’ when it’s dark, shoulda gave us a call so I come getcha”

You nod in silence, his worry for you was so sweet. He then takes your hand in his, all you can do is hang onto a single finger since your own hand was too small to grasp around his own.

He raises his hand with yours dangling off his finger and huffs out a chuckle as he inspects the pathetic sight,

“Cute” he says.

You give him a playful nudge on his leg with your foot, “Whatever! I can’t grasp your freaking bear claw with my NORMAL size hand.”

He lets out a hearty burst of laughter, you loved hearing him sound so happy, after months of back and forth with the mystery and awkward feelings, you finally felt like you had made a deep connection, it was an incredible feeling; Not only was he your future husband, but he was also your best friend, something you hadn’t had for a very long time.

You look up at him as you both walked together, “Where are we headed?”

He keeps his gaze forward and replies, “Out t’the pond”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your movement slowed, Tommy noticed this immediately and stopped walking. He tilted his head in confusion, you couldn’t move and your heart rate rose immediately. He sensed a shift in your body language and knew something was up, you let go of his finger and he turned to you and kneeled down,

“Y’ok baby?”

His honey sweet southern drawl helped to stifle the rising panic attack you could feel festering in your core. You didn’t respond and he took a knee and moved you to sit down on his extended leg, it was like sitting on a stone bench.

He softens his voice to a hushed baritone, “Still scared from what all happened huh.”

You give a hurried nod and tried to focus on a small stone on the gravel road. Tommy picks you up and brings you to the house, when he enters you see that the downstairs lights were mostly shut off save for a few lamps dimmed in each room. He carries you to your room and sets you down gently on the bed, he turns a lamp on and leaves the room. You lay there almost paralyzed from fear, you figured your body would get used to the past since the origin of the danger was now dead and erased from the face of the earth.

Tommy comes back into the room and sets a glass of water on the nightstand next to the bed, he then takes a chair and places it next to the bed facing you.

“Breathe easy now baby, it’s gon be alright.” His words released you from the paralysis and you sowly began to come to your senses.

“I’m so sorry Tommy, I don’t know why this happened” you felt so bad for putting the night to a halt.

A heavy wave of tiredness hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes began to feel like they weighed hundreds of pounds and you could barely keep them open. You manage to push out some words before you became too weak, “I need… sleep…Tom-“

Tommy knew what was going on and got in the bed and lay down beside you, “S’ok baby just let yer mind rest now”

You were asleep for what felt like years, no dreams, no nightmares, just like you shut down. You slowly woke up to your room still lit softly by the lamp Tommy turned on. Your energy came back to you so quickly that you felt like you just drank a pot of espresso. You were so furious with yourself for ruining Tommy’s surprise and ending the night so fast just because of fear, you were angry at the fact that it felt like that disgusting pig Dover was still terrorizing you from beyond the grave. -This is ridiculous, I’m not going to let him control me, I’m taking a stand!- You had never felt more filled with ire and energy before.

You were pinned to the bed by Tommy’s hulking arm which he draped over you before he fell asleep, it was like a stone barricade preventing you from leaving; you tried to lift it off you but it was so heavy you could barely push it away. Tommy was fast asleep, he slept so quietly, all you could hear were some muted gusts of air coming out of his nose from every exhale. You slunk out of Tommys arm by snaking your body from underneath eventually getting free, you smirk to yourself thinking you were so slick until Tommy grunted and spoke,

“Where y’goin’ hun?” his voice was gravely from sleep.

You freeze and try to give a calm response, “Just going to the bathroom, I’ll be back”

He turned onto his back and closed his eyes, “Hurry n’ get on back here baby, come n’ keep me comp’ny”

His breathing immediately turned back into quiet breaths again and you slunk out of the room, he looked so inviting just lying there with his little shorts on and his shirt crinkled up exposing his fluffy stomach, but you were on a mission and had the determination of a scorned god. -I want to get myself to the pond, in the dark, on my own! If I can do that then I can overcome this shit I just know it!-

You opened the front door as quietly as you could, and tip toed out onto the porch turning to close the door behind you carefully. Each step on the wooden porch felt like it was the loudest thing ever, soft creaks would come out from the planks and you were scared of it waking someone and ruin your plan. You felt exhilarated, it was like you were a teenager again trying to sneak out to meet with your best friend to go drink at lake Wahtopanah. The night air was still flooded with heat, you finally got off the last of the porch and decided to speed walk away as silently as possible, you managed to get to the silo without raising suspicion and then sprinted as fast as you could to the forest. Your eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, bits of moonlight shone in through the trees and lit up your path.

Your confidence and anger made you feel powerful, like you could take on a thousand Dover’s. You slowed down to catch your breath and when you looked up you saw a dim yellow light in the distance towards the pond. You got closer and noticed the area of the pond was surrounded with a tall fence of solid wood, each plank was so close to the other that it created no slits to see through. You enter the entrance gap in the planks and walk through a fenced in hallway lined with hanging bulbs, at the end of the hallway is a big door with something carved on it ‘Y/N’s pond’ you smiled and felt your anger melt away. You can’t believe he put up a whole fence so quickly, he really was the most romantic man to have ever lived.

You push on the door but it didn’t budge, you noticed the handle had a lock on it. Out of the blue, a large hand passes by you from behind holding a key, it’s Tommy. You turn around swiftly and see him looking down at you with a stern expression, this time his face was without a mask.

You blush “I-I’m sorry I just needed to do this myself. I wanted to face my fears…”

He unlocks the door shaking his head at you,

“I know baby, I just wish you’d take m'warnin'. The dark ain’t no place fer a lil lady t’go wanderin’ about. ‘least not without me ‘round”

You tug on his shirt to get him to bend his head down, you prop yourself up on your tip toes and give him a loving kiss on the lips, then say,

“I’ll be a good girl next time I promise”

He hums and smiles lowering his eyelids slightly to gaze at you,

“I’s worried y’know. If I ain’t ‘round who knows what you’d get into.”

You tilt your head to the side and clasp your hands together low on your hips as you bite your lips and look up at him, one leg bent at the knee rocking your foot back and forth,

“Pwease fowgive me Tommy, I pwomise I’ll nevew wun off again” you made an effort to sound as silly and cute as possible, emphasizing your breasts being squished together by your arms for added effect.

Tommy laughs and looks away pretending to be annoyed, “Y’gon drive me crazy woman”

You turn around and open the door, the hallway continues and the floor becomes the wood planks set there previously from Tommy’s first surprise. The hallway widens up to the dock which now has a tall open wood frame where lights and heavy outdoor lamps now hang; The fence circles the entire pond and is so tall that it has intense privacy, and the lights all along the perimeter brighten the area up with a comfortable yellow glow. You were awestruck, and had no words for how happy this made you. Tommy walked up beside you,

“So, uh… y’like it?” he sounded nervous.

You turned to look at him, your jaw still hung open from the shock of it all,

“Like it? Tommy, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Is it seriously all for me?”

He smiled,

“O’course it is baby, I wanna make sure y’get everythin’ y’want or need taken care of.”

He began excitedly pointing out the things he had done and why, like a child showing their parent the treehouse they made,

“I put that there door on so’at no one gets in w’thout y’knowin’, n’ the fence has not one slit so no peekin’ n’ theres a walkway so y’can get ‘round easy, it should be safe as a mama birds nest now.”

You walk up to him and place your arms around his body as best you could, you wanted to squeeze him as hard as possible to show how much this meant to you.

He gently hugs back and says, “Guess I did good then huh?”

“You’re more man than I could ask for Tommy, this is so selflessly thoughtful.”

He lets out some air from his nose, “Well good then, I need t’work t’deserve ya”

You look up at him, “Deserve me? You went through hell yet you still are so caring and loving, especially to me.”

He looked away and his face had a forlorn expression, you knew he was the same as Luda Mae, always clinging onto the hope of retribution for the devastating crimes he was pushed to commit. He loosened his hug,

“I fear I ain’t no good fer ya. Every dang day I ‘member what I did n’ can’t barely stand t’live with m’self. But… y’came ‘round n’ made that feelin’ quiet down” he sounded crestfallen.

You let go of him and went to look in the water, you were about to try something a little risky to get him out of this self-deprecating mood. You pretended to see something in the water,

“Tommy, come look at this, what the hell am I seeing?” you tried to sound sincere and curious if not slightly alarmed.

He came and stood over you, trying to see what you did,

“What y’lookin’ at?” he asks.

You point to a dark spot on the water, “I don’t know what that is, a fish? Come closer to look or you won’t see it well.”

He kneeled down next to you and leaned over to search for the source of your inquiry; You stood up to pretend to get closer to the edge to look and swiftly pushed him as hard as you could into the pond. The splash he made sent large waves of water outward from the source of impact, not unlike that of a glacier falling into the ocean.

You start laughing hysterically, Tommy stands up in the water, his hair hanging over his face. If you gave him leather pants, a black earring and a thick leather bracelet he would have looked like the lead singer for a heavy metal band. Tommy wipes the hair from his eyes and tries to grab you to pull you in but you jumped back just in time.

“Y’lil demon.” he said with a smile, “Y’gon come in or what? Gettin’ lonely in here”

You give a sly look and begin to slowly remove your clothing, turning the dock into a stage for a strip tease. Tommy watched closely with each movement, the more skin he saw the more excited he got. You turned away from him when your shirt came off to tease your reveal, then you dropped your shorts down and stepped out of them gently, leaving only a red underwear showing. Tommy stood there and crossed his arms trying to act like this display wasn’t unraveling his mind into a horny mess.

You turned to face him and dropped the shirt to expose your breasts, you lifted them and pressed them together sensually with your hands, then began to slowly remove the underwear, letting it fall softly to the dock floor. You were now entirely nude, the summer air swirled around your skin; You slinked up to the edge of the dock bending over to look at Tommy more closely, he was so tall that he was basically face to face with you from the water as you knelt.

“Sit down” he commanded

You blushed at his demand and obeyed, you let your legs dangle off the side into the water. Tommy stood between your legs and brought your face in for a passionate kiss, he ran his free hand down to your sternum and playfully pushed you back, you caught yourself with your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Stay there” he growled.

Tommy spread open your legs exposing your already fluid slick folds, you felt a bit of embarrassment at him gazing so intently into such a private spot until he lowered his head down and pressed his mouth onto your clit, sending a shockwave up your chest forcing a loud moan out. Tommy ran his thick tongue all up and down your cunt, the more he lapped up of your juices the more feral he became as if your wetness was a drug.

You lean your head back and lay on the wood, he flicked your clit with his tongue and sucked on it creating a ripple effect of arousal flood down from your navel to your hole causing it to open and close slightly with each clench. Tommy felt the pulsation and slipped his tongue deep into your vaginal opening while pressing his nose into your swollen nub. You were gasping for air, exhausted by the rapid fire mewls and moans you were uncontrollably emitting, Tommy was so good with his tongue that it started to feel overpowering and you tried to pull away but he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer making you scream with intense pleasure.

You had a tight coil form in your core, it tightened harder with each flick of his tongue, and when Tommy slid one finger into your opening you couldn’t restrain yourself and that coil released with a powerful orgasm that made you buck into Tommy’s mouth. He slowed his licking and took some breaths as you twitched from the remaining sparks of release. You were panting from how intense that felt, Tommy came up from below and looked at you to make sure you were smiling.

“Got y’back for that work y’did on me in th’basement” he gruffed.

You looked up at Tommy, he had a smug smirk on his face and with how he just made you feel, he earned it.

“That was unbelievable, was I… ok down there?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about your natural scent thanks to years of feminine hygiene commercials indoctrinating an entire bloodline of generations with fairytale expectations.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, “That there’s the sweetest tastin’ fruit I ever ate. Almost couldn’t pull m’self away.”

Your body was still brimming with ecstasy, and Tommy looked especially sexy all wet and commanding. You sat up and began to lift off his shirt, he did nothing to stop you and helped to get it removed, tossing it on the dock beside you in a sopping pile. You touched his chest all over and squeezed his pecs,

“I want more”

Tommy smiled and moved in closer, “Y’ready fer more huh? Greedy woman”

You lean back and he starts to lower his head to go a second round but you put your hand on his forehead to stop him,

“What y’stoppin’ me for?” he asks.

“I want to get fucked by you” you plead, pointing to where his shorts are strained.

Tommys eyes widen and he hurriedly begins to remove his shorts, “Y’don’t need t’ask me twice baby”

His dick sprung out from his shorts and was already twitching with excitement, he lunged and grabbed your upper arms pulling you off the dock and into his embrace. He held you up and you straddled him, you kissed his lips with an eager pressure and he reciprocated by slipping his tongue past your lips. He took you to the other side of the pond, you barely noticed as both your lips were locked in a heavy make out. Tommy pulled his face away and smiled,

“Look, s’the last part I didn’t show ya.” He pointed at a small clearing out of the water.

You saw a beautiful moss-covered area where he placed a soft blanket and more tall poles to drape large lanterns. He lifted you past the reeds and came out of the water placing you down on the blanket, you look up at him, he looked like a giant and his cock was still at full mast tantalizing you. Tommy lay down overtop of you and enclosed your body under his, with his arms creating a barrier. He gave you a kiss and then used his legs to spread yours so he could be situated snug between them. He positioned himself further down and angled his head to meet with your entrance, slowly pressing himself in and then pulling away, pushing his penis a little further inside each time until you loosened up and he was able to bottom you out with ease.

You hummed and breathed deeply, the sensation of him inside you felt so incredible that you pulled him in with your legs, he got the hint and began to pump with more aggression. The thrusts intensified and immediately electrified your nerve endings with a sinful sensation.

“I been waitin’ all day fer this baby, I been dreamin’ of ya.” His deep voice rumbled your chest with each word, the yearning just made you slip into ecstasy.

Tommy leaned back and took hold of your thighs, lifting your hips to meet his, your entire lower half was hovering above the ground as he pushed into you with a quickened pace. You were being completely controlled and your movements were not your own, he held onto you and pulled you forward and back on his cock like you were a dirty toy. You loved every minute of it, the deeper he plunged in, the closer to orgasm you got.

His cock was perfectly shaped to fit your pussy, each thick vein was like an extra stimulation, his glans had an incredibly rare lifted lip edge that made it feel like he was scratching an impossible to reach itch. You were a moaning mess, and before you could attempt any movement, he raised you up so you could hang onto his torso while he rammed into you. He lifted and lowered you with intensity, you could feel your walls clenching down on him ready to blow at any moment.

“Ah, baby yer so tight, I’m gonna cum.” He gasped.

He lowered you back down onto the ground and pressed your legs far back so your feet were near your head and he pushed into you hard. You were experiencing euphoria until it became hyper focused into a rush of fire,

“Don’t sto-stop, don’t stop Tommy I’m cumming!” you scream.

You feel surges of orgasm pulse through every inch of your body, and as you moaned and squirmed Tommy lets out a loud groan and you feel that familiar fluid pump into you filling you up as far as it could until it spilled out with his cock still gently thrusting. Tommy was breathing heavily, still over top of you, his head pressed against yours. You lay flat and splayed yourself out in exhaustion, your body was relaxed and your energy spent. Tommy slowly pulled out of you and lay next to you, cum spilled out of your hole and you felt it dribble down your folds and past your anus, dripping salaciously onto the blanket like a filthy faucet.

“I’m too tired to head back, can we just sleep here?” you ask.

He nodded and said, “s’already late anyway. C’mere”

He turned and put his arm over you, and you turn your back to him becoming the little spoon in this embrace. The temperature outside had cooled and his body heat kept you warm and comfortable. That night, you had the best sleep of your life in the arms of the best man in your life.

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freesidexjunkie · 9 months

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stay with me

A follow up to this piece. After a few restless hours of tossing and turning, Gortash tries to reassure Maevris about their plan.

Gortash x f!durge

Word count: 1977

Tags: fluff, angst, post-sex cuddling, feelings, kisses and cuddling but no smut. teeth rottingly sweet, just how I like them 💕

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The chill of the night breeze woke him first. Had he left a window open? Enver cursed his forgetfulness; Orin’s assassins could be anywhere. What if they got to – wait, where was Mae? She was here when he fell asleep, he was sure. He felt a jolt of panic hit him. Had she simply slipped away, not willing to face him in the morning? Or worse, had the Bhaalists come to reclaim her?

He shot up, blinking sleep from his eyes as they darted around the room, until they landed on a small figure seated on the edge of the bed. He felt his shoulders relax as he let out a sigh of relief. Maevris was wrapped up in his sheets, facing away from him as she gazed out the window. Even silhouetted in darkness, he couldn't help but be enraptured by her: the way the silk sheets hung off of her delicate form; how the moonlight reflected softly off of her dark hair; the delicate curve of her neck, so inviting when she tilted her head like that, lost in thought.

She felt achingly far away from him across the expanse of this bed. Enver slid across the mattress to sit behind her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her back to rest against his chest, slotting his chin into the crook of her neck.

Maevris started slightly; she had been worlds away, staring at the stars as she tried to gather her thoughts. “Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I was just…” She trailed off, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Sorry.”

“Don't be,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “Are you still having nightmares?”

She gave him a surprised look over his shoulder. How did he know about those? The question was halfway out of her mouth before she realized that these dreams must not be from the tadpole in her head. Mae chuckled ruefully to herself and she leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Always, but I can't make heads or tails of them. You probably know more about them then I do,” she said, staring ahead through the window. After a moment, almost more to herself than to Enver, she muttered, “you probably know more about me than I do, too.”

He hummed a quiet noise of agreement into her shoulder, his breath tickling her skin as he peppered light kisses across it. “Wake me next time.” He reached a hand up, wiping his thumb across her cheek. “I hate to see tears on your lovely face, my dear.”

“No, it’s not…” Mae faltered, her lips contorting as if to form the words that she couldn’t find. She gave a little sigh and reached up to cover his hand with her own. “It’s nothing. Don't worry. I should just get out of your hair.”

She made a move to stand up, but Enver’s arms tightened around her middle, keeping her there. He turned her towards him slightly, wrapping one arm behind her waist and draping the other to rest across her hip. “What makes you think I want you out of my hair?”

“I’ll just keep you up all night,” she replied.

“Then keep me up,” he said, leaning in to touch his forehead to hers, “I don't mind.”

She scooted closer into his arms, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned into the comforting embrace. “Don't you have a full day tomorrow? Important archducal duties to prepare for?” She asked, looking up at him with tired, tear-soaked eyes.

“None more important than you,” he answered. She felt her heart flip in her chest at that as he gently tilted her face to meet his in a slow and tender kiss. Mae melted into the touch, weaving her fingers through his hair as he pulled her flush to his chest; one hand lightly caressing her back, while his arms held her firmly, almost protectively. Could this really be the same man she had first encountered in the Shadowfell, she wondered? Were these gentle hands that cupped her face and held her the same hands that had caused so much harm? His eyes, that she’d seen strike fear into the nobles of the city; were they only soft for her? She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues met. She wanted to believe that it was true; that she was getting the real version of him, all to herself. That the fearsome and terrible Archduke-to-be was just an act, a disguise; only a means to an end, hiding his true nature just for her. But that didn't stop the sinking feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Reluctantly, Mae pulled away, letting out a small huff as she did. She screwed her eyes shut as she rested her forehead to his, her arms still hanging over his shoulders. She made no move to leave, but Enver’s arms tightened around her nonetheless. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked, cupping her cheek to turn her face towards his. His eyes searched her face, full of concern as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Tell me.”

“I…” Tears pooled in her eyes again. She turned into his hand as if she could hide it, make them less real. But the more she tried to bury this feeling, the more it ached inside of her. She opened her eyes and spoke softly. “This can't last long, can it?”

“Why not?” He asked, a bit too brusquely. She looked back at him with pained, sorrowful eyes, and he softened. “We’re closer than we have ever been, my love. When we take back control of the brain, no one can stop us. We will rule this city, together, as only we can. Just as we always planned.” He leaned in, looking her deeply in the eyes as he pulled her closer. “No one will take you again, Mae. I promise.”

“There’s a worm in my head, Enver,” she said, trying not to sound as choked up as she felt. “I can't… I’m never going to be free as long as that brain is…”

“That’s why we’re going to take that last netherstone back,” he said, stroking her hair as he spoke.

“And if that doesn't work?” She asked, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You could still finish the plan, you know. On… on your own, if it came to that.”

“It won't,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I won’t let that happen to you, dearest.”

She leaned her head to rest on his shoulder. “It might not be your choice,” she answered quietly, looping one arm around his neck while the other hand rested over his chest. “The gods won't throw out this whole plan for one person.”

“Then I will,” he said, resolute and firm. He’d lost her once already; he knew how hollow, how empty this plan felt without her. How empty the world felt alone. He wouldn’t be going back to that. “To the hells with them. Bhaal turned his back on you, discarded you like you were nothing. You are everything, Mae.”

“And what of Bane?” She asked. “He won’t let his Chosen go easily. I don’t…”

“Oh, I don't know about that,” he answered, resting his chin on her head as he rubbed gentle circles into her back. “You managed to loose yourself from Bhaal’s leash, after all.”

Mae snorted into his shoulder, nuzzling closer into his neck. “Technically, I didn't come out of that alive, did I? Not quite an example to aspire to.”

“Didn't you?” He asked, running his hands up and down her side, “you seemed very animated this evening, my darling. And…” He made a show of pulling her fully into his lap, sliding his arm under her legs as she laughed, genuine and joyful and oh so beautifully. “You seem very much alive and well to me, loveliest.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she answered, still laughing as she steadied herself with her arms around his neck. “And a fool.”

“Aren't we all fools in love, my dearest?” He answered. He leaned in close, lips only a whisper away from hers. “And I am very much in love with you, Mae. I always have been.”

“I…” Mae felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach, sending her heart flying through her chest. The sincerity of his words, the adoration in his eyes, pure and intimate and real. This was all still so new… yet at the same time, it felt like coming back to a home she had forgotten. She couldn't find the words to express how she felt about this; she wasn't sure if she entirely knew herself. “I… Enver?”

“Yes, my heart?” He said, his lips almost ghosting over her own. “What is it?”

“I don’t… I’m scared,” she answered, her voice small. “I’m scared of dragging you down with me. Of getting you hurt. I just–”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, cupping her face in his hand once again while still holding her close. “You aren't getting rid of me that easily, anyways, love. You’re stuck with me this time.”

He really meant it, she thought. She was a ticking time bomb; her will was not her own, her end certain. She was doomed by her blood, saw no happy ending. And yet, he would stay by her side? He would risk his God's wrath, his own safety… all for her? It was… surely too much. It was almost overwhelming, but she felt she didn't want it to end. Didn't want to lose this.

She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and kissed him with everything she had, as if it was to be their first and their last kiss, and everything in between. She hoped for a thousand more as she pulled just away, still keeping as close to him as she could manage. “I… I don't have the words for this. I don’t even know how to explain what I…” she stammered it out, hoping the right words might find their way to her as she spoke. “Enver… thank you. I…”

She hesitated, stumbling over her words. Quite adorably, he thought, for such a hardened and powerful killing machine. To be so gentle, so concerned for him, so… He knew what she must be feeling, old feelings warring with new ones in the muddled mess of her mind. He silenced her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know, pet,” he said gently.

She sighed, sounding contented at last, comfortable to simply sit in the silence of her unspoken words. After a moment, she said, barely above a whisper, “can I stay with you?” She pulled back just enough to look at him. “I don't think… I won't get back to sleep, but I just–”

“Always, Mae,” he answered. Enver pulled her back with him as he settled against his pillows. He tucked her gently against his chest, setting her head over his heartbeat as she tangled their legs together. She felt the gentle caresses of his hands, running fingers through her hair, trailing patterns across her back, and his chest rose and fell under her head to the steady beat of his heart. This was very different to the passionate, desperate need she had felt when she came to him this evening. To feel so safe, so cared for; to feel as if she was so important to someone’s world. She began to feel like he could be important to her world, too. She listened as his breathing slowly steadied, and his hands grew still as he drifted back to sleep, still holding her close as if she might slip away. This was right, she decided as she began to fall to sleep. He was right.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Oh, Bartender!

Rebecca Welton x GN!Reader

Summary: You are an attractive bartender at Mae's pub. One night, Rebecca comes in and you hit it off. You drive her home, and the night ends in some... spicy ways.

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Oral (Rebecca Receiving), Fingering (Rebecca Receiving)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: for @wosoobsessed. Hope you like it! Sorry if you didn't want smut, I honestly did the first thing I thought of.

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Working in a pub wasn’t what you thought you would end up doing, but when a spot at Mae’s opened up, you jumped at the opportunity. Now, after having worked there for a couple of years, you couldn’t be happier.

As expected, you did have some trouble every once in a while, but you were quick to deal with it and damn good at kicking people to the curb when deserved. You also got a lot of action, with you being an attractive person in your twenties.

One day, a beautiful woman comes into the pub and orders a couple of drinks. You can’t help but flirt with her and she doesn’t stop herself from flirting back. You find out that her name is Rebecca, and that she owns AFC Richmond, the pub's favorite team.

After some time, you can see that Rebecca is pretty tipsy. She insists that she isn’t drunk, but you are concerned enough about her that you offer to drive her home. She accepts begrudgingly, and Mae gives you permission to leave early.

On the way to her house, Rebecca continues to flirt heavily with you, making you unnaturally flustered. When you arrive at her house, she gets out of the car and slowly walks up to her door before turning around and saying, “Well, aren’t you coming?”

You jump out of the car and run towards her as she leads you into her house. Almost as soon as the door is unlocked, she pushes you up against the wall and kisses you passionately. You quickly flip it around and tap her thighs, making her jump up into your arms.

Between kisses, she mumbles directions to her room, which you follow as best you can with the gorgeous woman in your arms. When you get into her room, you sit down on the bed and kick off your shoes. The two of you continue to make out.

She begins to rub herself against your thigh, hearing and feeling your breathing become heavier. Hers does the same thing, and she sighs repeatedly at the pleasure. You run your hands down to her ass, squeezing it and taking in what she is doing right now. “Do you want me to touch you?” You ask, questioning whether you should keep letting her pleasure herself or if you should take control. She shakes her head.

“Not yet, not yet. Oh god-,”She moans as she hits her spot just right on your thigh muscle, releasing a moan of pleasure. “I wanna come first,” She says. Little whimpers escape her mouth, taking her time yet longing for the release.

She can hear you hold back soft moans of your own. Slowly but surely, her legs started shaking more and more as she felt the knot in her stomach bubbling. She kept a steady pace, breathing getting heavier and her hips moving in circles, until finally- she came. It was intense and as she came down she clung onto your chest, closing her eyes.

“Shit,” you cursed, and she giggled.

You're looking at the ceiling, but then you look down at her and shake your head. You pull her up towards you so she’s hovering over your face. “How are you so fucking gorgeous?” you pulled her in and kissed her deeply, wanting more.

“Did it make you feel good rubbing against me?” You blurted out in between steamy kisses, and she moaned into your mouth. She was now straddling you, your hands cupping the sides of her face and your hips pushing against her pelvis.

“Y/N,” she breathed out as you started sitting up and moving the two of you back toward the wall.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let me take care of you,” you said as you pushed her hair behind her ear, then reached down to rub her clit softly with your middle finger. Her light moans were very heard as her head fell onto your shoulder.

“As much as I would love to fuck you in this, what do you say we take this off?” You hold the hem of her shirt, and she nods eagerly. “Yes, please take it off,” She breathes out with heavy eyes and reaches her hands up in the air while you slide it off and throw it on the floor. You pull back to kiss her tits around the skin and then sucks gently on her nipples.

You kiss her hard one last time before turning her over so that she’s lying on her back and you're on top of her. You lean down and place soft, wet kisses down her stomach before sitting up and taking your own shirt off, and she drools at the sight.

You take her pants off slowly, seeing a wet spot on her underwear. You made your way back down to her thighs, leaving traces of kisses down her stomach. You poked your finger underneath her panties for a moment to feel her bare skin, and she sucked in a breath at the feeling. You continued to circle her clit over the fabric as you leaned up to kiss her again.

Eventually, you gave in and pulled her panties off. The feeling of your bare hands on her clit and lips was enough to make her shake already, as you dragged your finger from the bottom of her core to the top of her clit, spreading whatever wetness was there previously. As much as she wanted to stare at you the entire time, her eyes couldn’t stay open. Her head tilted back as she let you do the work, settling into the bed and into your touch.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch me make you feel good,” You said.

She groans as she forces her eyes open and looks down at you. You begin to place kisses on the inside of her thighs, moving in forward. You kiss her clit a few times before sucking it gently. “Y/N, I want your fingers in me, please,” She managed to say between heavy breaths.

You answer her request by taking your face away from her core and coming back up to meet her again.

“Okay…” You start and then bring your hand up to her mouth, “Open,” You demand with a sweet yet sinister face, and she closes her lips around your fingers. “Good,” You pull your hand away and head back down to her pussy.

You run your tongue over Rebecca a couple more times before playing with her entrance, eventually sticking one finger in. She can’t help but keep moaning your name. Then, you stick a second finger in, increasing her pleasure. The warmth of your other hand grazes over her stomach and up to her tits as you play with them lightly. Rebecca’s eyes are having trouble staying open again as her head falls back.. Eventually, you take notice and remove your mouth from her clit, coming up to look at her. As you lean over her with your fingers pausing their motion. She whines, but you relent.

“I thought I told you to open your eyes,” You pressed your palm against her clit, and she forced her eyes to open once again. Her mouth hangs open, and she can’t find any words to say. You smirk cockily before beginning the same motion again.

“You know you taste so good? Your lips and tits and pussy. Every part of you is better than anything I’ve ever fucking tasted in my life,” Your words strike Rebecca a certain way, and she feels another orgasm coming on. Her legs start shaking again, and as you keep your steady pace, she clutches onto your shoulder and her nails dig into your skin.

“That’s it, baby, it’s okay,” You reassured her. She feels the explosion inside her stomach and she calms down from her second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, Y/N,” She breathes and you chuckle into her ear.

You roll off of her and head towards what you think is the bathroom. You wet a cloth and come back so that you can clean Rebecca up. As you carefully wipe up her thighs, she winces slightly at the overstimulation. When you discard the cloth into a bin, you begin to get dressed before Rebecca grabs your arm.

“Stay.”

You smile at her and take your shoes off again before climbing up next to her and letting her snuggle into you. You almost instantly fall asleep, dreaming of getting to know this wonderful woman better. Maybe next time you could take her out on a real date.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Here You Come Again [Part Fifteen]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8422

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension, Addison's Dress

Notes: Feel free to hate me because I hate myself rn.

[there's only two chapters and an epilogue left and I promise it gets better x]

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Anyone would think that being on a vacation with your ex in the most romantic place on earth immediately after having shot him down for kissing you would be awkward. Well for the most part they’d be right. However Addison was finding that wasn’t the case entirely. As with everything that Elvis did she had found that where most people fit into a mould he didn’t and even though their situation wasn’t exactly an orthodox one he managed to navigate through it with ease. She had been in the middle of packing, folding her clothes neatly into her case when he had found her, coming into the room via the bathroom, watching her closely though she hadn’t realised he was there.

‘Marty’s doing a last-minute run to the store if you need anything picking up,’ he said, his low gravelly voice capturing her attention and making her whip around like a deer in headlights. He smiled at her, kind of enjoying the way he had gotten her at odds – given he had spent the night the same way after their kiss.

‘You scared me,’ she said, shifting nervously before she added, ‘I’m good thanks.’

‘Well if you think of anything just let him know,’ he said with a nod. Addison nodded, her fingers tracing along the edge of the suitcase behind her as she tried to think of what to say. If anything she wanted to keep her mouth shut. Everything had been going so well between them and she didn’t want to lose that, but as he turned to leave she found the words coming out of her mouth, ‘Elvis about last night-’

‘Forget about it,’ he said with a smile, sympathy in his crystal blue eyes that made her heart flip flop.

‘But-’

‘Addie honestly don’t worry about it,’ he said, ‘it was just a kiss.’

‘Just a kiss,’ she agreed though he could tell she was still over thinking it from the way she was gnawing on her lip.

‘Now c’mon,’ he smiled trying to reassure her, ‘we’ve got a vacation to get to.’

But it wasn’t just a kiss. It had been all she had been thinking about for the past two weeks. He had stayed true to his word and if she didn’t know any better she’d say that he had forgotten it himself. Yet the way he was around her made her feel as through that wasn’t the case. Their dynamic didn’t change. He wasn’t any more caring or attentive than he had been beforehand, but he didn’t pull away either, become cold or distant like he had the first time they had been working through their feelings for one another. No, if anything he had been pretty damn perfect.

Yet she was a mess. She didn’t know what to do about any of it. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away. That her priority should be Jess, making sure she didn’t get hurt. After all Addison had been the daughter of a mother who thought only of herself and she refused to put Jess through anything like that. But her heart was screaming at her the other way.

It hammered against her ribcage whenever he was near her, whenever their hands touched or he sat down beside her. Warmth spread through her chest whenever he laughed, the sound of it something she wished she could wrap around her like a blanket. And desire. Desire flamed through her whenever she saw him in the outrageously tight swim trunks he liked to wear as he frolicked in the sea with the kids or when he came down for dinner in a relaxed pair of shorts and a shirt – totally at ease and peace.

It made her want to give into those delusions. To believe that they could be a normal couple, on vacation in Hawaii surrounded by their family and friends. To believe that they could leave the family dinner and go back to their shared room where they’d spend the night together, no longer confined to small gestures, their desires allowed to run free. She wanted to believe that when the plane touched down she’d be home in Memphis and not trudging back to the desert heat, working endless shifts and trying to balance being a mom, running a house and working full time. She wanted to believe that it would be that easy. That Elvis could take care of her like she wanted, like she so desperately needed, that it would be fine.

But with every thought like that came a seed of doubt. It came when he placed his hand on the small of her back or his arm around her shoulders and no one batted an eye – his displays of affection with God knows how many women becoming common place to those around him.

It came when she looked at Lisa, a child now torn between two homes because despite the love her parents had for one another it hadn’t lasted. It came when she looked at Jess. When she remembered how he had promised her the world at seventeen years old and it still hadn’t been enough. How her daughter’s love had been the only thing to keep her truly afloat. How she wouldn’t have made it if it hadn’t been for her.

She wanted to trust her heart but it had been wrong before. At least when she listened to her head it made the pain hurt a little less.

Their vacation was winding down and though two weeks of sun and sand had been nice the threat of normal life was looming. Jess and Addison were due to go back home, Lisa was due to fly back to California and Elvis was due to head out on tour yet again though this time only for a week. And as much as she had told herself that it was for the best, that it was what was needed for all of them, Addison couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Especially as she got ready for dinner, watching herself in the bathroom mirror, knowing that this would be one of the last times she would be doing it.

This time of day had become therapeutic for Addison. Whilst their days may have seemed lazy, only ever starting around noon, they were far from it. Elvis seemed to be intent on making this a fun vacation for the girls and so their days were spent on the beach, learning to surf or jet skiing, or in and around the pool playing endless games. Sometimes they were joined by some of the guys and their families, meaning that it was quite the rabble wherever they ended up, but sometimes they were alone, sitting out on the balcony of Elvis’ room as they watched the day go by. And though their nights were just as busy they felt completely different. Around dusk everyone would retreated to their rooms emerging back an hour or so later so they could have dinner where they’d spend the entire evening talking and laughing.

That hour had become important to Addison. It gave her chance to think, to breathe. Something that was becoming harder and harder to do whenever she was around Elvis.

As she slipped a new set of earrings into her ears, ones Jess had bought her for her birthday, she heard a knock at the door.

‘Are you ready?’ she heard Marci say from the other side. Addison gave herself one last glance in the mirror and then opened it finding Marci standing in front of her, practically leaning her ear up against where the door had been though she straightened up as Addison appeared.

‘Just need to get my shoes on,’ Addison said though as she looked past her friend she noted Jerry standing by the open door to their hotel room so she added, ‘you guys go.’

‘Are you sure?’ Marci said glancing at Jerry and then back to her friend.

‘Yeah, I’ll not be far behind ya,’ Addison said with a smile.

‘I’ll save ya a seat,’ Marci said before she headed to the door and slipped out with Jerry shutting it closed behind them.

Addison moved to the bed, grabbing her shoes from the closet so she could sit down and put them on. As she slipped on the tan wedges she found her eyes drifting around the room clocking every item that lay strewn around the place fresh from Marci’s wake of getting ready. Though it annoyed the life out of her that her room was in such disarray she couldn’t help but smile. Having her friend back for the past two weeks had been a blessing she couldn’t deny - a sense of normality in a chaotic world. Not to mention it had only taken being in close quarters for half a day before Marci had come clean about what had been going on with her and Tom.

She wasn’t happy. She had thought that her new life would be similar to her old one and that hadn’t been the case. Where she had expected to be able to start another shop, lay the foundations of their relationship before anything serious, Tom wanted to speed into a life together. He wanted marriage, he wanted babies, he wanted things that Marci wasn’t sure she was ready for yet and so when Elvis had invited her to join them she’d jumped on a plane without question hoping that Memphis and now Hawaii would bring clarity to what she did want.

It was news that broke Addison’s heart and made it sing at the same time. She felt heartbroken that her friend had been going through it but also glad that this might mean she was coming home. Which is why she hadn’t told her about her and Elvis’ kiss. She felt guilty that Marci had been sitting on all of this, unable to share it with Addison because of the whirlwind the last few months had been. She also didn’t want to sway her decision, force her to come back thinking that Addison would need her help getting over him like she had the first time. It was also why she hadn’t said anything as watched her and Jerry grow closer. Just because an old flame wasn’t right for Addison didn’t mean it wasn’t what Marci needed.

Once her shoes were on she grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing up off the floor and hung them back in the closet, smiling to herself as she went. It didn’t fail to amaze her how she had forgotten just how chaotic sharing a space with Marci could be. How their living arrangement had often felt as though Addison was living with two teenagers instead of one. And yet she couldn’t believe just how much she had missed it. How placing a couple of bathing suits up to dry properly could feel as though she was back home, before Elvis had strolled back into her life, when things were a little less complicated.

‘But were you happy?’ a voice in the back of her mind whispered making her snap back to reality. She wanted to say yes. That her life with just Marci and Jess had been a happy one. Because it had.

‘But Elvis makes you happy too,’ it reasoned. With that Addison slid the closet door closed with more force than she intended meaning the sliding door bounced back forcing her to repeat her action only gentler. This was what she had been living with. Every good thought countered by a bad one. Every bad one countered by a good one. It was exhausting, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

So she did the only thing she knew would help and headed out to dinner given that being around people, especially the buzz of Elvis and his entourage or the giggles of the girls, often forced her to tune those thoughts out.

As she left her room she could hear the rabble not too far away. Given the number of people they had in their group they had practically commandeered an entire quarter of the resort and their hotel rooms were all on one flowing line opposite a view of the exquisite resort gardens that eventually led down into the beach. The stone walkway led off to a courtyard, one covered by a thatch roof that housed a table for thirty as well as a fire pit and seats should they want to stay there. That’s where she was headed but as she walked down the path the door one room up from her opened and Elvis appeared. The timing of it made her wonder if he’d been waiting for her but he looked surprised when he looked up and noticed her coming towards him.

‘Hey,’ he said as she slowed down, his eyes roving over her outfit for a moment though he pretended he hadn’t, ‘I thought everyone was already at dinner.’

‘Just headed there now,’ Addison said gesturing for him to walk with her which he did.

‘No Mar?’ he asked checking behind them before they fell into step beside each other.

‘She headed down already with Jerry,’ Addison said.

‘That so?’ Elvis mused.

‘Yep,’ Addison said with a wry smile. Whilst Marci’s love life had taken her mind off of what was going on between her and Elvis it had also helped them. It had given them a talking point, one that meant they could keep their relationship just as it had been before any of the kiss business.

‘Where are the girls?’ Elvis asked.

‘Joe took the kids down to the games room I think,’ Addison said.

‘Poor Jess,’ Elvis chuckled as Addison looked at him puzzled, ‘all those kids.’

‘I don’t think she minds,’ Addison said suddenly feeling guilty. Though she and Jess had spent a lot of time together on this break there were pockets when she was lumped in as one of ‘the kids’, something Addison hadn’t realised might not have been a good thing on Jess’ end.

‘Well either way I bet she’ll be glad of five minutes peace,’ Elvis said, they were rounding the corner now finding they were the last ones down to the dining area. Most of the kids were gone from the party now save for Lisa, Jess and Dee’s boys who had congregated at one end of the table.

As Elvis took his seat at the head of the table Addison slipped into the only chair that had been left for her next to him. Jerry and Marci were sitting across from her, chatting away to one another, something she didn’t fail to notice made Elvis smirk as he unfolded his napkin and shifted it onto his lap. Fortunately he didn’t say anything and dinner kicked off without incident.

Elvis was enjoying himself, in fact he’d been the happiest he’d ever been on this vacation. He didn’t know how she had such an effect on him. How the past fifteen years felt as though he’d been living his life as though he was watching himself on TV. He remembered it all, every moment lived and yet it felt as though it was this other guy. This Elvis Presley that was somehow him and not him at the same time. With Addison he never felt like that Elvis. He felt like her Elvis. That boy from Memphis.

He knew he’d never truly gotten over her, though he had moved on and for a time he had been happy. But now it felt as though there had always been something niggling in the back of his mind, wanting to pull them back together. That was why he hadn’t pushed her. He hadn’t demanded she be ready to get back together, after all he knew pushing her might only make her pull away and that would devastate him. No he’d let her see that they were good together. That they could be a couple this time, a proper one. No hiding, no caring about what anyone thought or said. He’d let her see that their lives could finally fit together.

He was watching her, enjoying the way she laughed as she told Joe a story he was definitely not listening to given he was too distracted by the woman telling it. There was something about her tonight, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He always thought she was pretty, even when she was chastising him it still made him hot under the collar, but tonight was something else. Her skin had a radiant glow to it, her light brown locks glinted with streaks of gold from where they’d lightened in the sun, and her eyes, her eyes sparkled as she smiled. He wanted to believe it was just the radiance that came with being on vacation but as she noticed him watching her, a smile playing on her lips as she took a sip of wine, he realised what it was. Love.

It made him smile too though he was forced from his thoughts as Jess appeared in between them, looking down on them with a sweet smile.

‘Everything okay honey?’ Elvis asked making her nod.

‘Yeah, I was just wondering if I could go back to the games room,’ Jess said.

‘Alone?’ Elvis asked.

‘No with the boys they’re gonna play pool,’ Jess said looking to where Elvis’ stepbrothers were loitering at the other end of the table. Addison glanced at them. The games room wasn’t too far away though she didn’t like the idea of Jess being split from the main group, especially as night had fallen. It didn’t help that the last time Jess had spent a substantial amount of time with one of the Stanley boys she’d gotten drunk though she figured from the nervous way Rick was watching Elvis that wouldn’t be a problem this time. Not to mention that what Elvis had said was playing on her mind. Jess had done her fair share of being lumped in with the kids, maybe it was time for her to have a bit of time being a teenager. After all it was her vacation too. She could feel Jess’ eyes on her and even though Elvis had spoken he too was now watching her, waiting for her final say.

‘Can I?’ Jess asked watching her mother closely, unable to tell if her decision was falling in her favour. If it was an outright no she probably would’ve just told her so but at that moment she decided to let Elvis take the reins. He was her parent too and she trusted his judgement.

‘If it’s okay with your dad,’ Addison said looking at Elvis.

‘Oh uh, sure,’ Elvis said taken aback that she had deferred to him.

‘Thank you,’ Jess said wrapping her arms around his neck in a quick hug before she tore off to where they boys were waiting. As she disappeared out of sight his eyes drifted back to Addison who smiled at him. It was a small gesture. A barely significant decision in the grand scheme of things but for once she had let him have some control. They’d worked as a team, instead of Addison out there alone. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world.

‘Can I go?’ came a little voice that captured their attention. Lisa was standing at his other side watching Elvis with hope in her little face that made him sigh.

‘I don’t think so button head,’ he said making her pout.

‘Jessie gets to go,’ she said folding her arms across her chest indignantly.

‘Yes but it’s night time and Jess is a lot older than you honey,’ Elvis reasoned.

‘Yeah, besides you don’t wanna hang out with a bunch of silly boys, right?’ Marci said with a smile as she tried to coax her round.

‘Yeah Memphis,’ Jerry said nudging her cheek with his finger, ‘not when you could hang out with us.’

‘What do you say honey?’ Elvis said watching her.

‘Okay,’ Lisa said though there was still a definitive pout on her face as she climbed onto Elvis’s lap. She sat there quietly for a minute, her head resting against his shoulder as she sat astride his knee but then Addison watched as the cogs ticked over in her brain before she said, ‘Daddy?’

It was a good tactic Addison couldn’t deny. Her voice was sweet as sugar yet there was an air of disappointment to it that made Elvis frown as he said, ‘yeah baby?’

‘Can we go to the beach?’ she said looking up at him with hope in her big blue eyes.

‘I don’t know sweetheart,’ Elvis said, ‘it’s getting late.’

‘Please Daddy?’ she said, her bottom lip jutting out so much Addison had to take a swig of wine to stop her smirk from being too noticeable. She didn’t blame him. The sweetness, the puppy dog eyes and the fact she hadn’t failed to call him Daddy instead of Elvis as normal was the perfect trifecta and Addison could see he was falling for it hook, line and sinker.

‘Okay, we’ll go down in minute,’ Elvis said quietly.

‘Ooh can we have s’mores?!’ Lisa said immediately brightening.

‘Whatever you want honey,’ Elvis said stroking her hair as she fell back content with the way she had managed to bend his will so easily.

After that they stayed at the table for a while before eventually heading down to the beach. Whilst some of the group retired to their rooms a few couples joined them taking seats around the roaring fire Elvis had arranged to be waiting for them, along with everything they needed to make s’mores. Lisa sat between them allowing Addison to help her make s’mores though that didn’t stop her from getting a face full of chocolate which she didn’t think twice about wiping on her dress. And though she felt like teasing him something rotten for being able to be won over by a five-year old’s whim she couldn’t help but enjoy herself. Seeing him out there, unbothered and happy made her heart flutter.

Yet he wasn’t her Elvis out here. He was the new man, the one she was still getting to know, and yet the more she saw of him the more she felt as though the two versions of him could meld into one. As she watched him carry Lisa up the steps towards their rooms she felt as though this was what she wanted. All she wanted.

They didn’t take long to get Lisa settled. Jess was already in bed and fast asleep when they both walked into the girl’s room and with some silently skilled manoeuvring Elvis and Addison managed to get Lisa into her pyjamas and in bed without disturbing either of them. Yet as he clicked the door closed he found Addison watching him, that look of love back in her eyes.

‘What’s the matter with you?’ he asked as they walked slowly towards Addison’s adjoining room, neither of them wanting to go much faster as that would mean the end of their night.

‘Nothing,’ she said with a smile.

‘No go on smart ass,’ he chuckled, spinning around to face her as they stopped outside her door.

‘She wanted s’mores on the beach,’ Addison said simply.

‘Yeah and?’ Elvis asked.

‘And you just gave her s’mores on the beach?’ she questioned. Elvis shrugged.

‘Why not?’

‘And if Jess asked for a car tomorrow?’ she probed.

‘I mean I don’t think I’d manage to get it past you but if she wanted one, I’d give it her,’ Elvis said.

‘Just like that?’ Addison asked watching his face closely. There was still a smile ghosting his lips but she could tell what he said next was serious, from his heart.

‘I love her. I have the means and if it’d make her happy I’d do it…’ he said looking down on her as he added, ‘wouldn’t you?’

‘I try my best,’ Addison said honestly. She did try to keep Jess happy as much as she could but that wasn’t always feasible. Sometimes she had to do what was right, what was best for her daughter even if that didn’t always please her. Elvis seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to bend to his daughters will, to make them happy, hence why Lisa could wrap him around her little finger. And yet she couldn’t see that as an entirely bad thing because he acted out of love. Like she did.

‘To make her happy?’ Elvis said moving in a little closer.

‘Yeah,’ she said placing a hand on his chest trying to keep him at a distance though it didn’t do much to stop him.

‘And what about you?’ he asked moving her hair off her shoulder as she peered up at him.

‘What about me?’ she asked.

‘What makes you happy?’ he probed.

‘Lots of things,’ she said quietly, the scrutiny in his blue eyes making her heart beat so loud in her ears she wasn’t sure she had even spoken aloud.

‘There’s nothing you don’t want?’ he asked, his thumb brushing along her jaw making her heart beat even faster though she didn’t know how that was possible, ‘what do you want Addison?’

‘To go to bed,’ she said pulling from his grasp as she laughed nervously, ‘night.’

‘Night,’ he said watching as she threw herself inside her hotel room, the door closing heavily behind her. Elvis sighed and headed to his own door, stepping inside before he closed it gently behind him, resting against it. He was barely there two seconds before he heard a knock on it and turned back to open it. Addison was standing on the other side.

‘Addie-’

‘I want you to kiss me,’ she said and before he could say anything else she flung herself forward their bodies hitting one another in a frantic collision as their lips met. Elvis pulled her to him, allowing her to kick the door closed before she moved them towards the bed, pushing him down on it with a thud. She was on his lap in seconds, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down her neck, his lips warm against every piece of skin on offer. Yet before he could tackle any of the buttons on her dress she was pushing his shirt off his shoulders and climbing off him, stationing herself between his legs as her hands immediately moved to his shorts. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the thin material of his shorts providing no barrier as she moved her hand against him.

‘Fuck Addie,’ he said. They should’ve slowed down. He should’ve taken time to absorb the moment, to enjoy that everything he had wanted for months, no years, was now coming true, but as she yanked his shorts from under him, her hand meeting his member as she swirled her tongue around his tip everything else was lost. As his eyes closed, his fingers running through her loose brown curls Addison continued to use her tongue against him. When they had first been together she had been a naïve schoolgirl. He had taught her everything and in those instances she had allowed him to lead, but not tonight. Tonight she wasn’t thinking about anything else other than what she wanted, what made her happy, even if that was how he groaned as she took him down to the back of her throat.

‘Ads,’ he panted, feeling his excitement speeding ahead with the way she worked him. He wanted everything she had to give and more but as he looked down and caught her eye he was snapped back to reality. He wanted everything but he wanted it with her. He didn’t want their first time back together to be some haphazard quick thing.

‘Addie,’ he said pushing her off him gently. She pulled back, moving to come and sit in his lap, her arms around his neck.

‘What’s the matter?’ she asked breathily.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, his blue eyes meeting hers as he watched for any flicker of uncertainty. It didn’t come.

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘Promise?’ he asked. He didn’t know why he was pushing, as if he wanted her to tell him no.

‘I want this Elvis. I want you,’ she said placing her forehead against his. He nodded, kissing her gently before he felt the excitement she had already created start to take hold once more. He stood up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she shrieked making him chuckle. As he placed her down on the bed she started to unbutton her dress, watching as he discarded his shorts completely and returned to hover over her, his mouth returning to her neck.

For a moment it was a frantic rush, a dash to get them completely barren of anything that separated them but once they were both there, everything seemed to slow. Fingers danced along skin, kisses became more languid and passionate, and they seemed to meld into one.

‘You ready?’ Elvis asked from where he had moved to kneel between her legs. She was resting on her elbows, watching him with a smile before she nodded. Elvis didn’t need to be told twice, instead he eased himself in with a groan, moving back so he could kiss her as he started to move his hips. She felt like heaven around him, the content little sigh she offered as he buried himself in her neck music to his ears. His could feel his climax coming, threatening to spill over any moment as if he was some teenage boy who’d just gotten hold of his first playboy, but he made him pace himself. Instead of focusing on his own excitement he watched her, committing every moment to memory, the way he had the first time they had ever done this.

He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, how her chest heaved against his, how she wrapped her legs around him forcing him to go deeper. He listened to her breaths, each now coming a little quicker and punctuated by moans as he did something to elicit them, immediately repeating his moves whenever they came.

‘Ads…honey I ain’t gon’ last much longer,’ he said with a groan as he felt that coil in his belly move to take over. Her eyes fluttered open at his voice, a smile on her lips.

‘I’m right behind you,’ she murmured, her fingers stroking his face gently giving him the go ahead. Elvis shifted, pulling back until they were no longer entangled and instead he was kneeling, her pulled onto his thighs as he moved in and out of her, his fingers playing with her clit as he did. Her head fell back with a moan, her own hands caressing her chest as she fluttered around him.

‘Fuck Addie,’ he grunted, any tenderness now thrown to the wayside for want and need.

‘Right there,’ she panted, ‘oh fuck.’

‘I’m gonna cum,’ Elvis said feeling himself start to spiral. Then she clenched around him and he was gone, spilling into her as she hit her own stride her walls locking onto him like a vice until he was completely empty. As he pulled out he flopped down beside her, immediately moving her onto her side so he could take in everything. Her eyes only opened as his hands found her waist and they fell quiet for a moment, Addison’s finger tracing the planes of his face as he watched her – his heart so full he thought it may burst.

‘Addie,’ he said after a moment but she shook her head silencing him.

‘Can we just do this for a minute?’ she asked hesitantly, ‘no autopsy, no dissecting, just…this, please?’

Elvis watched her. It didn’t escape his notice that she was employing the same tactics Lisa used whenever she wanted something. How her expectant gaze tugged on his heart strings. He could see she was hesitant, nervous even, that was why she was asking. But it didn’t worry him. That glow from before hadn’t gone and he could feel the love there, lingering between them. So if she needed him to take a minute, to allow her to breathe, he’d let her. He give her what she wanted.

✵✵✵

When Addison woke the following morning she was tucked into Elvis’ side, her hand on his chest, the steady thump of his heart underneath her fingertips. Yet it brought her no comfort, not when she knew she’d have to break it.

She’d allowed herself to lose focus, to give into what she wanted rather than what was best. When it came to her daughter she could make those decisions in an instant but he had this thing about him, this way of making her lose all senses. Senses that only came back into play when everything came back down to earth with a crash. She had spent the night watching him, analysing the planes of his face as though this would be the last time she’d ever see him. The way she had the day he had left for the draft. She supposed it was in a way. This was the last time he’d be with her like this, the last time their relationship would be truly okay before she wrecked it. And yet she couldn’t risk not doing. At least if she was the one to do the wrecking, if she got out before it all became a disaster she could minimise the damage. For all of them.

As he started to stir she realised she couldn’t lay there any longer. If he woke up and she was still in his arms it would give him hope, hope she’d have to spark out. So she slipped out of bed, throwing her discarded underwear on before she grabbed her dress off the floor. Yet as she started to button it he stirred, noticing he was lying in bed alone which forced him to open his eyes properly.

‘What’cha doing?’ he mumbled rubbing his eyes before he propped himself up on his elbow.

‘We slept in,’ Addison said continuing to button her dress though she refused to look at him, ‘the girls are probably wondering where we are.’

‘Daddy’s got ‘em,’ Elvis said though when she still didn’t look up he felt ice form in his veins. She was backing out.

‘Addie,’ he said moving towards her, wrapping the sheet around his waist as she picked her discarded shoes up off the floor.

‘I should check on them,’ she said though before she could get away he grabbed her by the waist, holding her still which finally forced her gaze to fall upon him. Her face was riddled with guilt, a quiver playing on her lips as he said, ‘Ads please don’t do this.’

‘Elvis,’ she said thickly.

‘Don’t, honey please don’t do this,’ he said, he was sure it sounded like begging but he couldn’t bring himself to think about pride at a time like this, ‘last night, last night you said you wanted me-’

‘I know,’ she said, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘So don’t do this,’ he said stroking her cheek, ‘please let’s just get back into bed and be what we want to be.’

‘I can’t,’ she said, her hand clasping around his wrist though she didn’t push him off unable to bring herself to get rid of the only comfort she had.

‘Why not?’ he said, ‘I thought we were finally-’

‘I thought so too,’ she said sadly, ‘but I just can’t.’

‘Addie,’ he said as she pulled his hand away and moved towards the door.

‘I’m sorry okay,’ she said, grabbing her purse off the floor, ‘I wish I could but I just can’t. Not again. I’m sorry.’

And then she was out the door barrelling down the stone walkway outside towards the patio area. She could hear him calling her name, unable to get out of the door to follow her quick enough given that he was still undressed. Tears were brimming in her eyes now, but she forced them back hoping she wouldn’t bring too much attention when she got to the courtyard. Fortunately there weren’t many people around and she found Jerry and Marci sitting at a table by themselves.

‘Hey, we were just wondering when you were coming down,’ Marci said though her smile disappeared as she noted her friend’s forlorn expression, ‘what’s going-’

‘Have you seen the girls?’ Addison asked cutting her off.

‘They’re on the beach with Vernon,’ Jerry said feeling just as worried as Marci was as he asked, ‘everything okay?’

‘Can you watch them? When they get back I mean,’ Addison said hurriedly, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Elvis to appear if he had chosen to chase her.

‘Sure, Addie what’s going on?’ Marci said reaching out to touch Addison’s arm but she moved it out of her reach, looking away as she felt those tears start to spill down her cheeks.

‘Just watch them please?’ Addison said and before either of her friends could protest she walked off heading in the opposite direction she had come. Marci watched her friend go. She knew she should probably chase after her, ask her what was going on, but she also knew her friend well enough to know that wasn’t going to help anything. Not yet.

Instead she flopped back in her chair with a sigh, finding Jerry’s eyes on her as he said, ‘what the hell was that about?’

‘I don’t know,’ Marci sighed, ‘but my guess is it isn’t good.’

‘You’re probably right,’ Jerry sighed the cogs turning in his mind for a moment before he said, ‘was she wearing last night’s clothes?’

✵✵✵

Addison didn’t come back that day. She didn’t even come back that night. The thought of facing Elvis, knowing he would watch her with that same heartbroken face he had looked at her with that morning was too much. Yet it didn’t hurt as much as losing him all together had. How knowing they’d been kept apart had torn at her, breaking her into fractions as she tried to jumble the pieces into something coherent enough to look after a child. It didn’t hurt the way being left on her own had, how much it would hurt if she were to lose him again.

As she lay bed, just on the other side of the hotel yet feeling a million miles away, she thought of everything.

She thought of Jess. She thought about how this might affect her. She knew she wouldn’t understand, not yet anyway, but she hoped that eventually she’d see that Addison was making the right decision. She hoped that she’d understand that this didn’t change anything. That no matter what happened between her and Elvis she’d always be her number one priority, like she had been from the moment she was born.

She thought of Elvis. She thought of how he had loved her both then and now. She thought of his touch, his lips murmuring loving whispers into her ear when he thought she was asleep. She thought of that boy who had fought for them and failed. She thought of that boy who had been torn away from her time and time again coming back a whole new man who had never failed to turn her life on its head.

And then she thought of herself. Well not herself as she was now but that scared seventeen-year-old. The one that had cradled her baby bump as she cried herself to sleep night after night wondering if the pain in her heart would eventually make it stop altogether. She thought of the exhausted twenty-year-old trying to comfort her inconsolable child enough to make her fall asleep when the only background music was the screams of girls on the set of the Frank Sinatra show, agog at the idea of Elvis Presley being back on US soil. She thought of the twenty-seven-year-old. The one who had to ignore the twinge in her chest as she listened to the old dears in Marci’s salon rave about the wedding of the century, Elvis and Priscilla.

She couldn’t protect any of them.

She couldn’t make any of them feel any better, heal the hurt in their hearts.

But she could do it for herself now.

She had to.

✵✵✵

To no one’s surprise when Addison awoke the following morning she found she was exhausted and she didn’t expect her day to get any better as she trudged across the resort back to where she should’ve been staying. As she walked through the beautiful scenery she couldn’t help but feel cheated, the sun shining down on everyone, yet a cloud of gloominess seemed to engulf her. When she reached their part of the resort she was relieved to find there was no one around, given the early hour she doubted that anyone would be up which was good because she didn’t feel up to seeing anyone else. The only person she needed to see was Elvis.

She stood outside his door trying to work up the nerve to knock on it. She didn’t know why it was this hard, it wasn’t going to hurt any less if she did it now or ten hours from now, but just as she moved her hand to knock it opened and a woman appeared, Elvis just a step behind her.

‘Oh, uh hi,’ the woman said smiling awkwardly at Addison who looked at her dumbfounded, yet the woman didn’t seem to give her much thought as she turned around looking back at Elvis as she said, ‘call me tonight?’

‘Yeah sure,’ Elvis said though his eyes didn’t leave Addison who was now looking away from the pair of them, a scowl on her face.

‘Well, bye then,’ the woman said before she glanced between them one last time and then headed off down towards the courtyard. Only when she was a way up the pathway did Addison look at him, irritation flaming behind her eyes.

‘You are unbelievable,’ she said, her jaw clenching as she felt anger surge through her forcing her feet to move as she headed towards her room. Whatever she wanted to say now was gone, replaced by anger and a sense of foolishness. Of course he had bedded someone else in her absence. She’d spent her life trying to get over him and yet he’d done it in a night.

‘Addison!’ he called, ‘Addie wait!’

‘For what?! Why you got someone else in there you want me to meet?’ she asked whipping around to find him a step behind her, regret plastered all over his face though it flashed to irritation at her words.

‘Hey you were the one who said no remember,’ he said quietly before he stomped off back to his room. He left the door open, anticipating she would follow him which she did slamming it closed behind her hard enough to make the wooden beams that kept the place together to sway in its wake.

‘So your immediate reaction is to jump into bed with someone else?’ she scoffed.

‘Believe it or not I wasn’t exactly feeling my best last night,’ he snapped making her run her tongue across her teeth, ‘what you don’t believe me? I mean it wouldn’t surprise me seeing as we don’t seem to know what each other’s feeling anymore. I mean I thought we were on the same page that night but then you just dump me like trash on the side of the road-’

‘It wasn’t like that!’ Addison objected.

‘Yeah, well that’s how it feels,’ he countered adding with a mirthless laugh, ‘I guess that’s just your MO.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Addison scoffed, immediately making regret flow through him. They were getting into dangerous territory and he knew it.

‘Nothing, just forget it,’ he said.

‘No go on, if you’ve got something to say, say it,’ she snapped, fury in her eyes as she awaited his answer. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew the words that were dancing on his tongue were bound to cut deep and yet he couldn’t stop himself. She had broken his heart and he wanted to hurt her just as bad.

‘Okay you want to know what I think?’ he asked as though her giving him permission would make it any more justified.

‘Hit me,’ she said sarcastically.

‘You’re selfish,’ he shrugged.

‘What?!’

‘You’re selfish. You pretend you’re not. You hide behind it pretending that you’re just thinking of other people but you’re not. You’re thinking of yourself. Doing what you want,’ he said honestly.

‘That’s not true,’ she protested.

‘Isn’t it?’ he laughed, ‘who were you thinking about when you stomped all over my heart yesterday? Not me. Who were you thinking of when you let me fall in love with you again? I mean did you have any intention of loving me back? Because when you said you loved me for some reason I thought you might be telling the truth-’

‘It’s not that simple!’ Addison shouted. Their voices were loud now, the hurt unable to keep either of them civilised as it poured out of them, fifteen years of anger pain and frustration rearing their ugly head.

‘Because of Jess?’ he asked.

‘Of course because of Jess!’ Addison screamed.

‘Really? Because I think she’s fine with it. I think she’s been fine with it all along. I think you’re using her because you’re worried about how it’ll hurt you. How if this thing collapses, which I don’t understand how you could believe that, how you’ll feel. Not Jess,’ Elvis spat.

‘Don’t I have that right?’ Addison said moving towards him, he was staring down at her, his jaw tight and his chest heaving from where they had been shouting but she pressed on anyway, ‘don’t I get to decide what’s best for me? After everything I’ve been through-’

‘And what about what I went through?’ Elvis retorted angrily.

‘Oh yeah I’m sure a pretty new wife and a cute little kid tore ya up real bad,’ Addison sneered.

‘How about not seeing my daughter for fifteen years? Where does that rate in the Addison pity scale,’ Elvis snapped. It was a low blow, he could tell from the way she inhaled sharply, the pain of the accusation hitting her square in the chest.

‘You said you understood,’ she said, quieter than she had been since this whole thing had kicked off.

‘I did.’

‘And what now I don’t want to get back together you’ve changed your mind? Now you can’t get me into bed I’m a bitch is that it?’ she said.

‘I’m just wondering when you’ll take off again. Hell maybe it’s a good thing I know about Jess. At least this time I’ll get a say in what’s best for her instead of you doing what you think is right like always,’ Elvis said bitterly.

‘How dare you!’ Addison screamed, ‘everything I have ever done is for Jess. She is my family Elvis. The only one who never left me.’

‘I left for us! To save us!’ he yelled at her, ‘hell I even got rid of the Colonel for you!’

‘I never asked you to do that,’ she replied.

‘No but I did it anyway! Because I love you Addison,’ he said his voice dropping in volume as his declaration of love spilled out, ‘but you can’t see past yourself to think about it.’

They were quiet for a moment, the tension in the air palpable as they watched one another. He had done enough, tore into her so much he was sure that any hope they had would be lost by now. He should’ve stopped. He should’ve kept the words inside himself and yet they were there once more threatening to come out as she watched him with pain splashed across her face. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make her feel the pain he had been living with the moment he had noticed she was going to bolt. And so he went for the thing that would hurt her the most.

‘You know maybe it’s better this way,’ he said with a mirthless laugh, ‘maybe it’s better if we don’t play happy families. Maybe it’s better if we just stay apart, hell, maybe she should stay with me full time.’

‘She wouldn’t leave me,’ Addison said in a whisper, ‘you wouldn’t dare.’

‘Wouldn’t I? I mean you got her for fifteen years why shouldn’t I? You know something? Maybe she’d be better off. She’d sure as shit learn a few things.’

‘Oh yeah like what? How to buy everyone’s love? How to pout like a petulant child when something doesn’t go your way?’

‘Maybe she’d learn that doing what you want, what makes you happy isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she’d learn that you don’t have to be a god damn martyr all the fuckin’ time and that being miserable doesn’t make you any better than anyone. Maybe she’d learn not to run away at the tiniest hint of a problem,’ Elvis ranted.

‘That’s not what this is,’ Addison snapped.

‘Isn’t it?’ Elvis scoffed, ‘you know maybe the Colonel was right. Maybe you are just like Mona.’

He heard it before he felt it. The ear-splitting thwack as her hand slapped him hard across the face pain flooding to it in an instant though he didn’t know how anything could hurt as much as his heart did at that moment. His cheek was hot to the touch as he rubbed where hers had connected with it and yet it didn’t sting as much as the way she was looking at him did. It was a look of betrayal.

He knew he shouldn’t have said it, how his words would cut deeper than he had intended and given the way she was moving towards the door in haste he realised he was right.

‘Addie,’ he sighed stepping forward to follow her though she raised a hand to stop him.

‘Don’t,’ she said trying to remain stern though it was betrayed by the way she was gnawing on her lip trying to keep herself from crying.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said hoping she’d realise he was being honest.

‘You know what?’ she said sadly, ‘if you want me to stick around maybe you should stop giving me reasons to run away.’

And then she was gone, leaving Elvis standing there wishing he’d kept his mouth shut.

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wasted and strawberry lace with sub!rooster for the 1k celebration 💗💗 love u mae!!

your ecstasy (i'm floating away)

pairing- rooster x afab reader

synopsis- sometimes bradley just needs to get out of his head a little

warnings- 18+ minors dni (glen don't read this either ik you want proof rooster's a bottom but this is not the droid you're looking for) sub bradley, dom reader, dirty pics, teasing bradley while he's supposed to be working, unprotected piv, orgasm control, subspace, established relationship so kink negotiation is implied to have happened pre-fic, lots of anxiety and rooster's bummer of a life

length- 1.9k

an- thank you so much jo ily!!!! this is weirdly not just filth it kind of turned into a character study almost? my b

for the prompts wasted; ‘i know baby, I know’ & strawberry lace; lingerie. I had two other requests for {wasted} which’ll get posted separately the muse is just very fickle right now

i think of this as part of the heart in danger (rooster x roommate) universe but can definitely be read separately there's only one comment about it. also let's hand wave the fact that rooster would probably not be allowed to be on his phone while getting briefed on a life endangering mission

the link to lingerie is not very inclusive, if that bothers you feel free to skip the link. it fit perfectly so i had to use it. but as always envision whatever you want :)

title courtesy of dopamine - børns

The problem with being back in North Island is that no matter how many renditions of Great Balls of Fire Bradley does, that pit of uneasiness still sits like a rock in his stomach, reminiscent of the last time he was here.

He remembers being so heavy, having such a chip on his shoulder going through TOPGUN the first time around that it’s a wonder his jet was ever able to get off the ground.

So, when faced with Maverick - the one person who purposely ensured that Bradley was well and truly alone - for the first time in over a decade, the anxiety simmering deep within him starts to claw its way to the surface.

And it’s not just Maverick. It’s all too much; the idea that he might die serving the Navy, die doing the same job his mom always wanted to keep him safe from, die flying as close as he can to a blonde guy with a mustache that he barely remembers – his only real memories of him consisting of brightly colored shirts and deft fingers flying over piano keys.

Or maybe it’s even worse if he burns in trying to emulate the guy that never believed he was ready in the first place.

No time to be thinking about the past, Hangman spat at him. As if Bradley doesn’t know that, how high the stakes are. As if he doesn’t know that he’ll be a danger to the entire team if he doesn’t get his overanxious mind under control; like he’d still be thinking about this given the choice not to.

If only he could just get his brain to shut up for one goddamn second.

He’s pulled from his internal self-pity by his phone, nearly jumping in his seat at the vibration. He really needs to get it the fuck together.

Wanted something fancy under my new button-up today, what do you think?

“Christ,” Bradley mutters, flipping the device over before anyone sees the lingerie you’ve so kindly sent him a picture of, a sinful black lacy little thing, while he should be paying attention to Maverick.

“Feathers ruffled, Rooster?”

Bradley tries to keep his eyes from rolling, he really does, but Hangman’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard to him, always has been. No amount of team bonding and dogfight football can fix that.

He flips the blonde off while Mav’s attention is on Fanboy, not trusting his tone to stay calm. When Hangman finally turns back to the front of the room, he texts you back as sneakily as he can with one hand and his eyes fixed forward.

Are you trying to make me jerk off in the bathroom like a teenager?

I don’t remember saying that was allowed, Lieutenant.

Fuck.

Bradley drops his head back and stares at the ceiling, trying to control his breathing. Whenever you use his rank against him it always spreads heat under his collar.

It only means one thing.

He’ll count his lucky stars that you were able to come with him to North Island, even if there is a death sentence at the end of it. Because you’ve always been able to read him better than anyone.

You must’ve sensed how much he needs this, needs to be taken out of his head for a little while. How his brain’s been running a hundred miles an hour, ever since he got called back.

It’s not something you do all the time, more often than not he likes to take the reins, likes to lay you out and take you apart.

His cheeks still get ruddy with embarrassment sometimes, thinking about how domineering, brushing against the edge of mean, he was with you the very first time you crossed the line from roommates to something more. But he knew what you needed, what you were too scared to ask for.

As it turns out, just as much as he knows what you need, you do the same for him. Like you know everything’s too much for him this close to the beaches of southern California.

That every day his flight suit has sat unpleasantly against his tanned skin. The straps holding him into his F/A-18 have felt like they were in danger of rubbing his skin raw.

Since the moment you both headed stateside his mind has supplied him with endless possibilities of what could go wrong, and probably will go wrong in this mission.

He hasn’t been able to finish one coherent thought. That’s the thing about your mind spinning with possibilities – eventually, they come too fast to really register them. He’s halfway through one nightmare sequence when his brain moves on to another.

Every day he’s come back to you, watched you answer work emails while perched at his Navy-issued hotel room desk, and felt a sob catch in his throat as he considers what he’ll leave behind if he gets chosen for the mission.

He almost wishes he could wash out, but knows his stupid, bull-headed pride won’t let him. That as much as he doesn’t want to be, deep down he’s still the same eighteen-year-old screaming in Maverick’s face for pulling his papers, for telling him he’s not good enough. No matter how much he tries to hide it, the chip on his shoulder hasn’t quite filled itself out.

Sorry ma’am. I can be good.

He can practically see your smartass grin when he gets your response, a simple two words that have him counting the seconds until he can bolt out of the debrief.

Prove it.

You’re still wearing the lingerie that’s sure to haunt his dreams for the next several deployments, that’ll be stuck in his head when he’s suffocating on other pilots’ egos and wishing desperately he didn’t have a bunkmate. It’s pulled to the side, his eyes transfixed on where you’re letting him thrust his thick cock into your wet heat, his feet flat on the bed so he has enough leverage to fuck up into you.

“Stop, baby,” you say, and Bradley knows his face crumples like he’s in pain, but he immediately halts his movements, hands tearing at the bedsheets in protest of the orgasm quickly being ripped out from underneath him.

You run your hands down his chest, nails raking red marks across his pecs, the sharp sting his only tether to reality.

“Plea –” He tries to beg, but it gets lost in a groan as you swivel your hips on his cock, too slow for him to build back up to the edge.

It feels like you’ve been at this for days and distantly, Bradley can tell he’s shaking with need, breathless whines leaving in a stream without his permission as you whisper how gorgeous he is like this. He’d preen under the attention if he weren’t currently floating, as close as he ever gets to flying when he’s on the ground.

He can feel the wetness beneath his lashes, spilling hot tears onto his cheeks as you move to cup his jaw, your harsh grip offset by affectionate strokes across his cheek with your thumb. “I know, baby, I know.”

Sounds are leaving his mouth, he thinks his hands are reaching for you, but he doesn’t know what world he exists in right now, his mind light and high in the clouds.

“You need to cum, don’t you?”

Bradley leans into your touch, the soft pads of your fingers giving him something to focus on, something to ground him as he tries to wade through the fog to understand your words, to be good for you.

Your fingers tighten on his jaw, just on this side of painful, bringing him back to Earth. “I asked you a question, Lieutenant.”

He nods and you tut, the disapproving noise lancing him, your displeasure bringing more burning tears to his eyes.

You look down at him, his world narrowing to the soft light behind you, glowing around your head like a halo and the smile that Bradley has dreamt of on every aircraft carrier he’s had the displeasure of being on since he met you.

“Words, Bradley, you know better than that.”

He can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed about the whine that rips from his throat, high-pitched and reedy. His head is empty, a lone yes rattling around his brain like the last piece of candy in those little cardboard boxes you get at the movies.

“Please, princess.” The words force themselves off his tongue, syllables falling out of his mouth slowly like molasses. “Need you, need to cum inside you.”

He should probably be calling you ma’am or something more deferential given your current situation, but at this point, it’s truly a feat he was able to get any words out at all.

"Good boy."

When you tangle your fingers in his curls and tug, another drawn-out moan leaves his lips involuntarily.

You smirk. Bradley thinks he’ll be seeing that coy, self-satisfied look on the back of his eyelids every day for the rest of his life.

“You’ve been so good,” you murmur, sultry and bringing more heat to his cheeks, which he didn't even think possible after they've been flaming for hours now. He wants to keen, wants to bottle up your praise and live with it inside his ears forever, but you’ve started moving your hips again, building your rhythm back up and it drives any coherency from his brain.

“Cum for me, baby, fill me up,” you whimper, leaning down so your words are hot in his ear, sending sparks down his spine.

His thrusts turn erratic at your permission, hands gripping your hips for dear life as his head falls back, exposing the thick line of his throat. Your hand stays on his jaw, moving down his neck, thumb rubbing softly over his pulse as his climax snaps through him, every muscle tensing and releasing as his vision whites out.

He’s boneless, afloat, mind blissfully, finally blank. For the first time since he got the order to return to California, his chest feels light.

Your hands are carding through his curls, voice soft and melodic when he comes to. It warms him all over. “You back with me?”

Bradley nods, face tucked into your neck. He hears the crinkle of a wrapper, opening his eyes to spy a piece of a Nature Valley bar inches away from him. He wants to roll his eyes, tell you he’s fine, but decides he’s too tired to argue, taking the snack between his lips.

“Thank you for taking care of me, princess,” he mumbles through a mouthful of granola bar.

“I needed it too,” you admit quietly, like you don’t want to ruin the calm that’s taken over your shared hotel room by being too loud. “I know you can’t tell me anything about why we’re here. But it can’t be good, right? It was nice, to be in control for just a little. I feel a bit better now, more settled.”

“Me too,” he agrees, nuzzling the soft skin behind your ear before nosing his way to your mouth for a kiss.

He tries to pour all his love into the press of his lips against yours, hoping it’s enough.

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