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[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Sunday Sentences

My turn to take my queer feels out on our freshly minted Bi Buck 🩷💜💙

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Next is the bisexual pride pin from Eddie that he prominently displays on his work duffle. Chris gives Buck his own gift, a Binosaur tee shirt that makes them both giggle. There’s a pink, purple and blue fidget spinner ring from Chim. A snapback embroidered with ‘I put the bi in bitch’ from Hen and Karen.

Athena bakes him cupcakes with tiny pride flags stuck in the frosting that’s also dusted with rainbow sugar crystals. Buck definitely never tells her how they unintentionally lead to the best sex he’s had in years after Tommy witnessed him shoving the entire treat in his mouth in one go.

Through his adult life, Buck has developed a certain taste for his personal decor and style. It’s rather minimalist, but it works for him. Still, he finds he enjoys adding these gifts of support and love from his family.

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[jiarkives]

touchy-feely

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — nanami’s love language is not physical touch, or so he thought until you came along.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ character — nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — fluff

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — based on a headcanon on a tiktok i came across earlier 😋 reader is described to be smaller/shorter than nanami ,,, also, i am not sure if i am using the title right, please do lmk if i’m not so i could change it 🤍 english is a very tricky language, especially for non-native speakers like moi 😔

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Nanami never thought of physical touch when he thought of his love language. His top 1 would be quality time. Acts of service would come a close second. But physical touch? He didn’t even think he had it in him to be affectionate with his partners through touch.

But then you came along, worming your way into his life very slowly but very surely, breaking down and through his walls, and before he knew it, he was yours. Completely and wholeheartedly yours.

And that was when he realized just how much he loved touching you and how much he loved you touching him, and how starved he actually was of affection and, well, touch.

You have been together for years now and it was safe to say that you are in the point of your relationship where you would be acting your craziest and silliest around one another without feeling embarrassed. However, you two are not very vocal with your relationship in public. Hell, your coworkers did not even know you were together until they caught you on a date one time outside of work.

It isn’t that either of you were embarrassed of each other, no. It is more like you wanting to reserve your affections for more private affairs. That did not mean he was not affectionate with you though, and you with him.

In fact, Nanami has to be touching you almost all the time. It isn’t the grander gestures like hugs and kisses. They usually are smaller actions, like your knees touching under the table as you eat together. He would often interlock your pinkies as you walk down the streets. If not that, then your hands would be intertwined. When you eat out, his hand is on the small of your back as he guides you through the restaurant door, then he always pulls out a chair for you first, guiding you to sit with, again, his hand on your upper back or your shoulder. In crowded areas, his arm would find its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

And when you are in the comfort of your shared home, he would often stare at you adoringly as you do your own thing, his hand moving as if it has its own mind to brush stray hair away from your face. On movie nights, your head would be resting on his shoulder with his arm is around you, absentmindedly stroking your arm with his thumb.

On his bad days, he would come home to you and would immediately pull you with him to sit on the couch, his arms wound around your waist and his head on your shoulder. Oftentimes, he would pull you into his lap just so he can hold you closer and tighter.

Even in his sleep, he has to be touching you. You would fall asleep wrapped in his arms with your head resting on his chest and you would wake up facing away from him with his arms still around you and his chest pressed to your back.

In conclusion, Nanami could not be described by other people as a touchy person, unless it’s you. If they ask you, then boy are they in for a shock.

[httpsserene]

𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 & 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

summary: you know a thing or two about baking, because you’ve baked a thing or two.

pairing: lando norris & oscar piastri x fem!black/poc!reader (in my head? there’s no physical description of reader.)

content warning: fluff. attempt at banter. dialogue heavy. c0vid lockdown mentioned. baking soda vs powder plagiarized from reddit; thank you redditor fowler311.

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you grocery shop on saturday night because no one else living in monaco would consider doing the same. usually.

as you’ve been grabbing items off the shelves, you occasionally stumble across two young men—they’re the only other customers in the store with you this evening. 

the first time you shared an aisle with them, you offered a polite smile before redirecting your gaze to the various shapes and brands of pasta. the second time, you shyly murmured an “excusez-moi” and they apologized immediately while stepping out of the way, allowing you to grab a pack of chocolate chips. the third time, your polite smile widened in amusement, as you watched the man drowning in an oversized hoodie shadow-box his friend, who remained unfazed at the whooshing fists as he inspected a carton for any cracked eggs.

the fourth time, you realize that the two men are lando norris and oscar piastri—the driver lineup of the mclaren formula one team. and, they’re arguing about the difference between baking powder and baking soda, very loudly. in a carrefour. in aisle three. at eight in the evening. on a saturday night.

surely, these two have more interesting plans for their weekend besides grocery shopping.

“they can’t be that different, can they?”

“hmm. once is soda, and the other is powder. that’s quite different, i reckon.”

“yeah, but, they both start with ‘baking,’ so, i figure they’re more similar.”

“if they’re similar, why would they make two different products?”

“greed? consumption—oh, no, wait—consummate? no.”

“consumerism?”

“consumerism! that’s it.”

“i would agree, but i don’t think that’s the case with these two.”

“well, think harder. it’s freezing in here, osc.”

“i think you’re iron deficient.”

“what?”

“never mind—look, mate, this is your fault, really.”

“woo-oooow, i can’t believe this! so, you’re blaming me now?”

“you wrote the list, lando! how is your handwriting so terrible that i can’t tell if you wrote ‘baking soda’ or ‘baking powder’?”

“first of all, you told me to write the list! nobody writes grocery lists anymore, grandpa! secondly, why would you make the dyslexic kid write the list? it’s cruel and unusual—you know i can’t spell for shit.”

“lando. the word ‘powder’ has two more letters than ‘soda.’ i know that you know that. how did you make—whatever the hell that says—look like it could be either one?”

“osc, you’re hurting my feelings. are—are you saying i’m stupid?”

“i literally never said that. the word ‘stupid’ didn’t even come out of my mouth, you muppet—“

you bang the front of your cart into the end-cap of the aisle, sending a few rolls of bagels to the floor. your cheeks warm as their banter halts and heads snap over to look at you awkwardly rushing around to pick up the floor bagels. the last package rolled unbelievably far to knock against lando norris’s shoe. aren’t you just lucky?

you see lando press his lips together to avoid laughing (you appreciate the effort), and he dismisses your apologies as he scoops the bagels off the floor and moves to help place them back on the shelf.

“uh, t-thank you,” you stutter, as oscar piastri walks over just in time to catch a roll that was eagerly looking to return to the supermarket floor. the two men offer smiles in return—lando’s wide and gap-toothed, oscar’s boxy and toothless.

“soda spreads and powder puffs,” you blurt out, because you left you brain-to-mouth filter at home. maybe they sell replacements here. in the aisle furthest away from the two formula one drivers, preferably.

“what?” lando questions, a matching look of confusion plastered on his teammates face.

“sorry, i overheard your conversation,” you shrug, trying for nonchalance, “baking soda influences spread and browning, whereas baking powder provides puffiness and lift. they’re both leavening agents but, baking soda is sodium bicarbonate and baking powder is a mixture of sodium bicarbonate and an acid. soda needs and an acid to activate but powder needs moisture and heat. so—i guess which one you need depends on what your trying to make.”

you think you failed to portray nonchalance, if the perplexed expressions the two stare at you with are any telling.

oscar blinks, “…we’re trying to make chocolate chip cookies. i tried to convince him to buy cookie dough but he wanted to make them from scratch, even though neither of us can bake.”

“it’s more fun if we do it from scratch,” lando crosses his arms huffily, “you didn’t have to tell her that we’re absolutely hopeless in the kitchen, though.”

“i reckon she already knew that from overhearing our lack of knowledge about baking ingredients, lando,” the australian chuckles quietly, shifting the shopping basket from one arm to the other.

“do you have the recipe on you?” you ask kindly.

oscar hands the scorned grocery list over without complaint, “it’s my mum’s recipe. sorry if it’s hard to read—you’ll have to blame him for that.”

lando scoffs in indignation, “you’re exaggerating, oscar. my handwriting isn’t that bad, is it?”

you feel them watching as you decipher the hieroglyphics that are lando’s letters. you bring a finger up to trace underneath the scrawl, eyes squinting to force the words into focus—oscar snorts and lando sighs in played-up dejection.

“i can understand what you’ve wrote just fine,” you smile at lando, “i’ve seen worse. you know, my younger cousin’s handwritting is miles more dreadful than this.”

the brit knocks his shoulder against oscar’s teasingly, “hah! maybe you just can’t read, osc. have you thought about that?”

you tap your finger against your chin in thought, “—but my cousin is like, five-years-old, with terrible fine motor skills. so, i wouldn’t say that’s a fair comparison.”

the two are caught by surprise, laughing delightedly at your ribbing. the sound of their amusement is contagious enough for you to crease with your own giggles.

“i didn’t expect to be bullied in a carrefour’s on a saturday night by a stranger,” lando says with a grin, after he’s calmed down.

“sorry,” you shake your head playfully, properly introducing yourself before continuing, “i forgot you usually spend your time here arguing about baking soda. which—by the way, your mum’s recipe calls for both baking powder and soda, oscar. which is very smart and unique! in most cookie recipes, most people usually opt for baking soda alone, for the spread of the batter. but, your mum must’ve liked her cookies puffier and fluffier as well! anyways, that explains why it looks like lando could’ve written either word here—because he meant to write both.”

they thank you profusely for helping them overcome the challenge of lando’s handwriting, oscar returning to the aisle to place each ingredient in his basket.

“sorry, could you grab me one of the baking soda, as well?” you ask, “that’s the last thing off of my list tonight.”

“we’re all done, too,” the australian walks over with your box, hesitating briefly before you gesture for him to drop it in your filled cart.

the duo walks towards the registers with you, lando asking, “are you a baker?”

“no,” you chuckle, “i had a phase during lockdown.”

“ah, i should’ve known,” he teases, “i mean, that’s how you know that baking powder is sodium carbon-fiber—“, oscar echoes his teammates ‘sodium carbon-fiber’ with a soft smile, “—just a baking phase, right. makes sense.”

“oh, come on, lando norris,” you scold him jokingly, “baking powder is sodium carbon-fiber and an acid. keep up—we’ve been over this already.”

you separate from the two as you near the registers, unloading your cart onto the conveyor belt and exchanging polite conversation with the cashier as you hand over your stack of reusable bags. you don’t realize that they’ve waited for you until you start to think about the logistic of carrying all of your groceries home.

“uh,” lando pushes oscar forward with a firm hand on his back, the tips of the australian’s ears are reddening, “would you like help with those? we don’t mind holding a few.”

“would you mind?” your shoulders sag in relief, “i do this in one trip routinely but i don’t think that’s happening tonight. i only live about four blocks over—my doorman will help me get them all up to my flat, so i won’t be keeping you longer than necessary.”

that’s how you find yourself walking home, on a saturday night, with two formula one drivers holding the bulk of your groceries in their arms. you’re going to the casino directly after you put the groceries away because your luck is too good to miss out on right now. your doorman heads inside to grab a cart as soon as he catches sight of you. your two helpers exchange a glance in your peripheral vision as you come to stop in front of your building.

“well, this is me,” you start, pausing to thank your doorman, gabriel, as the boys carefully unload the bags onto the cart, “thank you for the assistance, you are both too kind.”

“mr. norris and mr. piastri are always kind,” hums gabriel, winking at the two men, before rolling the cart inside.

“wait, what? you live in the same building as me?” you’re flummoxed. you knew the rent was too expensive, but you didn’t think it was formula-one-driver-expensive.

“i live here,” lando reveals, holding the door as he lets you and oscar walk inside, “osc doesn’t. i feel like i would remember your face if i’ve seen you here before. what floor are you on?”

“i don’t know if i should tell you that,” you side-eye them flippantly, “i fear for my safety.”

“well, i shouldn’t have told you that i live here,” lando sniffs.

“gabriel blew your cover, mate,” oscar rolls his eyes, “also, she would’ve found out anyways. we would’ve had to follow her in to make the cookies in your apartment.”

your doorman squeezes into the first elevator with your groceries, while you and the boys opt for the second. oscar’s hand hovers over the button while he waits for you to clue him in, pressing lando’s afterwards.

lando clears his throat as the elevator begins to rise. “seeing as your thrilling saturday night activity of grocery shopping is over, what are the rest of your plans for tonight?”

scratching at the nape of your neck, you say, “don’t judge me anymore than you have tonight…i was thinking about watching the entire how to train your dragon trilogy.”

oscar gasps quietly, his eyes bright, “i love those movies.”

“would you like to come up to my flat and make chocolate chip cookies from scratch with us? and watch the movies, too?” lando’s question is sweet, and his eyes are earnest.

“i feel like it would be very dumb of me to visit the apartment of a man i just met in the grocery—formula one driver or not.”

“sorry, i can see how it’s weird. better safe than sorry, i know. i promise we’re not like going to try anything, or we’re not, like, serial killers or anything. oscar’s too polite for that, and i’m too squeamish. seriously, it would be just for the cookies. we didn’t have a baking phase in lockdown like you did, so we’re lost on a lot more than the different between baking soda and powder. sodium carbon-fiber and acid, or not. if it’s uncomfortable for you, that’s fine. maybe we can plan for another day when you know us better.”

“yep,” oscar offers in support of lando’s statement.

you smile, “you remembered about the acid this time.”

the elevator dings before softly jerking to a stop on your floor. the doors begin to slide open, “honestly? i think i’m more afraid about you guys possibly burning our building down rather than killing me in cold blood.”

you step out of the elevator, seeing gabriel waiting by your door with the cart.

turning back to face the two men, you survey them with a serious gaze before breaking into a grin, “don’t turn on the oven without me. that part requires adult supervision. let me put my groceries away and then i’ll be right up.”

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[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James bake gingerbread cookies.

Genre: Fluff <3

Warnings: none

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

The kitchen is a mess. Bowls of icing, jars of sprinkles, and an army of gingerbread cookies lay in organized chaos on the table. You're sitting on the stool, your arm draped over your bent knee, as you look over the gingerbread house, meticulously adding gumdrops to the roof, while James sits across from you, attempting to decorate his third gingerbread man.

"Jamie, why does your gingerbread man have sunglasses?" You ask, looking up at the poor little man James is holding.

"Because he's cool," James answers, holding up the cookie proudly. "Get it? Because it's cold in the snow?" 

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Real smart, love."

"Thanks!" James beams and sets his cookie down, reaching for another plain one. The Christmas music plays softly in the background from James's father's old record player and he hums along. He pauses and looks at you expectantly, "He has character, don't you think?"

"Yeah, he does." You smile, turning your attention back to the house you're making, carefully outlining the windows in green icing. You bite your cheek, adding white icing as the snowflakes. You're so focused on your task that you barely hear the cupboard door creak open as James searches inside.

"What are you looking for?" 

"Just getting more sprinkles," he replies casually.

There is something in his tone that makes you pause. You turn around, catching him with a fully decorated gingerbread man into his mouth as his hand lays near the plate on the counter, just below the cupboard he'd used as a distraction. James looks like a deer in headlights. 

"James!" you shriek, pointing your icing bag at him like a weapon. "Tell me that wasn't one of mine?"

James freezes, cheeks puffed full of the cookie. "No!" he insists through a mouthful of cookies, catching the spilling crumbs in his hand.

You stand, rushing to him and pushing him aside. "Don't you lie to me, James Potter," you exclaim, narrowing your eyes. You look at the plate, where four perfectly festive gingerbread men had been, now missing her favorite one.

"Oh, James! You ate Gingerbread Santa!"

James's cheeks burn pink as he swallows sheepishly. "If it makes you feel any better, he was delicious…"

You gape at him, spinning around and hitting his chest. "Bloody hell! Do you know how long it took me to pipe his little hat!" 

"I'm sorry! You're just too good at this, they look so delicious. It's impossible to resist."

You cross your arms, pouting, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily curl up. "Well, aren't you gonna make it up to me?"

"Okay, okay," James says, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll make it up to you."

You don't have the time to ask how as he hurries back to the table, grabs one of his undecorated cookies, and begins to work. You walk over, peering over his shoulder. He's using too much icing, layering it on in messy swirls, and has trouble sticking the gummy bears where the buttons should go as the icing sticks to his fingers. You hold in a laugh when he finally finishes it and holds it up to you with a flourish.

"There. A new and improved gingerbread Santa!"

The cookie is a disaster. Its frosting face is lopsided, its coating patchy and the buttons crooked. Santa has a crooked smile that somehow looks both apologetic and terrified and you scrunch your nose, bursting into laughter. "Improved? James, it's hideous."

"Hey," James frowns, looking at his creation with care and adoration. "Don't be mean, he's absolutely lovely." He holds it out to you and then breaks the cookie. You gasp, a little surprised. 

"Oh, you broke him."

He laughs and hands you the bigger piece of the cookie. "They're meant to be eaten," James teases as he takes a bite, "and they're delicious. Courtesy of moi, for baking them."

You roll your eyes. He's right. He might not be the best at decorating them, but he'd baked them for you perfectly. 

You smile and bite into the cookie, frosting hitting your nose. It tastes delicious. You suppress a smile. "Well, next time please ask before you eat my Santa." James moves closer and swipes his thumb over the frosting on your nose, bringing his thumb to his mouth with a smile. 

"Will do, love." He kisses your lips as an apology. "I'm sorry."

He doesn't sound very sorry at all, but you aren't very mad so it doesn't matter. 

"Apology accepted," you say and then pull on his arm, turning him around. "No help me with this house!" 

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Febuwhump Day 17: Power Instability

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

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y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: Vegas baby!!

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alexandrasaintmleux: Tu es magnifique sous ces lumières, mon bébé. You’re stunning in these lights, my baby

↳y/n_rb: not as stunning as you babe! Blinding to look at actually

user1: this is gonna be your race girl!

↳y/n_rb: hell yeah it is!

francisca.cgomes: Plus que quelques courses, mon amour, avant que tu ne reviennes vers moi...Only a couple more races, my love, before you come back to me…

↳pierregasly: we just saw each other?

↳y/n_rb: she was obviously talking to me?? liked by francisca.cgomes

↳pierregasly: when you least expect it, I’m gonna get you back

↳y/n_rb: …oh no…I’m so scared…

user2: Vegas looks good on you!

↳y/n_rb: everything looks good on me!

↳francisca.cgomes: Oui!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: Magnifique!

↳lilymhe: stunning!

user3: are charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and alex_albon aware they’re losing their girlfriends?

↳charles_leclerc: yes

↳pierregasly: I’ve been fighting this fight all year

↳alex_albon: you literally just met y/n lilymhe!!

↳lilymhe: she buys me flowers and calls me pretty liked by y/n_rb

↳alex_albon: SO DO I!!

Bluesky

pierregasly

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pierregasly: a story told in a few photos

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maxverstappen1: she’s actually going to kill you this time

↳pierregasly: who said she’d know who it was?

↳maxverstappen1: It was nice knowing you

charles_leclerc: you are one of my closest friends but I will not be hiding you from her wrath

↳pierregasly: it won’t be needed!

↳charles_leclerc: that’s what they all say

oscarpiastri: thanks for the warning — I’ll be making popcorn and getting a camera to record this

↳pierregasly: it’ll be fine

↳oscarpiastri: I think you’re forgetting Austria

↳pierregasly: no I’m not. It’ll be fine

↳landonorris: good luck mate

alex_albon: Is this gonna lead to jail time? Do I need to get bail ready?

↳logansargeant: knowing y/n it’s probably better have a shovel

↳alex_albon: concerning

↳logansargeant: yup

user4: did you block her or something? Cause usually she’d already be here making fun of you

↳pierregasly: yes she’s been blocked

Bluesky

Private Messages, The Grid (Unprofessional)

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f1: On just lap 15, the Las Vegas Grand Prix comes to an end for Alpine’s Pierre Gasly who had to retire due to power instability with his engine

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user5: is this…is this karma? From y/n?

↳y/n_rb: karma? A voodoo doll? Who knows…

user6: I knew y/n works fast on her revenge but damn this was extreme!

↳y/n_rb: I’m not saying I had anything to do with it but HE GAVE ME CHOCOLATE COVERED BRUSSEL SPROUTS

↳user7: girl they’re gonna put you under investigation for these statements!

y/n_rb: I’m prepared to swear under oath I had nothing to do with this

↳user8: damn fia leave our girl alone

↳y/n_rb: thank you random stranger!

y/n_rb: karma is a cat, purring in my lap cause it loves me?

↳user9: does this mean you’re getting a cat?

↳y/n_rb: idk maxverstappen1 what do you think

↳maxverstappen1: absolutely

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[yesihaveaobsession]

Alastor x female!reader

Summary: Alastor decides to go back to his roots and celebrate Mardi Gras, at the hotel.

Y/N- Happy Mardi Gras! Decided to throw something quick together and tell y'all if you even cared that my move is officially complete, I'm getting my new state licenses and got my new plate!

Also stay tuned for a somewhat updated theme for my page :)

The hotel was in absolute chaos. Streamers in green, purple, and gold draped the lobby, beads littered every available surface, and the air smelled of king cake, liquor, and bad decisions. It was Mardi Gras in Hell, and naturally, Charlie had insisted on throwing a massive celebration—mainly for Alastor.

You, of course, like always, had gotten roped into the madness. Currently dressed in a festive purple dress with golden embroidery, beads layered around your neck, and a tiny masquerade mask resting on the top of your head, you navigated the hotel’s crowded main hall with a drink in hand. To be honest, you loved Mardi Gras, but with the way things were going, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire hotel burned down by morning. And then, of course, there was Alastor.

Alastor was in his element, dressed in an even sharper suit than usual—a deep red ensemble with gold accents, plus a theatrical mask covering part of his face, yet his grin remained ever-present. As if he had orchestrated the chaos himself, he extended his arm in a way that felt both oddly gentlemanly and mischievous.

“Enjoying the festivities?”

“I would be if Husk hadn’t thrown a whole tray of drinks at Angel five minutes ago,” you deadpanned, taking a sip of your drink.

Alastor chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he took off his mask. "Ah, what is Mardi Gras without a little mayhem, my dear?”

As if on cue, a loud crash sounded from across the room, and you both turned just in time to see Niffty chasing a drunken demon with a broom while Vaggie looked one second away from committing homicide.

You sighed and shook your head. "Why do I feel like this is your fault?”

“Moi?!” Alastor placed a hand over his heart, looking positively scandalized. “I am merely here to enjoy the party.”

Yeah. Okay.

You gave him a skeptical look. “Right. Just like I enjoy dealing with your disasters.”

Before he could respond, a group of demons paraded by, tossing beads to anyone willing to take them. One particularly bold demon tossed a string of golden beads in your direction. Alastor snatched them from the air with a quick flick of his hand.

“My, my, how daring,” he mused, twirling the beads between his fingers before leaning in close. “But if anyone’s going to be giving you beads, my dear, it should be me.”

You were used to his flirtations. No? But tonight, with the music, the drinks, and the celebratory energy in the air, it felt different.

“Then where are they?” you challenged, tilting your head. “I don’t see you tossing any beads my way, Al.”

“Ah, but you see, I don’t simply toss them to just anyone.”

And with that, he draped the beads over your neck himself, his fingers lingering for just a second too long against your skin. The smug look on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Heat crept up your neck, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of flustering you.

“Is this your way of saying you’re claiming me for the night?”

Alastor chuckled, his sharp teeth flashing. “Oh, my dear, I claimed you the moment you walked into my hotel.”

Before you could respond, Angel Dust’s voice rang out over the music.

“HEY, TOOTS, DID AL JUST GIVE YOU BEADS?! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”

You groaned and covered your face. “I hate this hotel.”

Alastor chuckled and offered you his hand. “Then how about we step away from the madness for a dance?” he asked with a slight head tilt.

You hesitated only for a second before placing your hand in his. “You better not step on my toes.”

"I wouldn’t dream of it," he replied smoothly.

As the night went on, with the music, the laughter, and the feeling of Alastor’s hand resting just a bit too firmly on your waist, you thought that maybe—just maybe—this Mardi Gras wasn’t so bad after all.

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Painted Smile

Painted Smile XIII

Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Ladies and gentlemen be very careful because this chapter challenged me in a way I didn't know it would. There is smut. Who would i thought that I, Me, MOI, would write smut haha... I hope you'll enjoy it either way because it's my first time writing a coitus scene.

You stared at the body in front of you. You were almost scared that he would open his eyes and you would have to fight once more. You could take him. You knew you could and you would. Even if he was crawling from Hell, you would shoot him once more.

“ Is he…dead?” you whispered, never shifting your eyes from the man. There was so much blood pouring out of him. How were you going to clean him? How were you going to explain his wounds? 

You gasped as you were tugged into a warm chest. You lifted your eyes to see Alastor beaming at you. He began to dance with you, making you twirl in the snow while singing a song you used to dance to in clubs. You laughed as he nuzzled his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as you let him guide you in his dance, lifting you in the air before caging you in his arms.

“ You were perfect, dearest ! I don’t think I could have thought of a better performance !” he kissed your face multiple times without stopping as you laughed heartily. You cupped his face between your hands, looking at him with all the emotions you could conjure. “ Now dearest…”

He put you down before taking something out of his pocket and you couldn’t help but gasp as he kneeled in front of you. Alastor was kneeling. You knew him from his younger age and he was too prideful to show any kind of humility, ever, and yet there he was, in front of you, all bruises, bleeding from his nose and lips, kneeling in front of you with a red little box in front of you.

“ This is your last chance to run away” he scoffed “ but you know now that I can catch you.. But I’ll let you believe you have a choice.” he smirked at you, opening the box, showing you a golden ring.

You laughed, shaking your head, as if you would say no to him no. You smiled as he slid the ring on your finger, watching him as he kissed it and then tugged you against him, kissing you like a mad man.

You cupped his face as you kissed him feverishly. You needed air, but you didn’t want to break away from Alastor, you wanted his lips against yours. You pushed your body against him as he laid you down on the snow. Your kisses still tasted like blood but you didn’t care. You were rolling your body against him, wanting to feel him closer, more than ever. You were feeling hot like lava even though you were against the cold snow. 

Without even being aware of it you spread your legs so Alastor could settle between them. You moaned as you tried to push your hips against him, making him groan against your tongue. You nipped at his lips as his hand settled on your waist, going under your shirt. You gasped as you felt his hand caressing your skin underneath the bloodied shirt. 

“ Dearest… If you keep sounding like that…” he panted, staring at your face with dilated pupils. He was staring at you as if he wanted to devour you. Maybe that should have made you scared but you felt more excited than you expected. You clumsily took off your shirt, throwing it on the snow, keeping your eyes on Alastor. You felt your nipples harden because of the cold but you didn’t care. You only cared for one person right now and it was yourself.

“ I want my dear husband to claim me for himself.”

You bit your lips as Alator took off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while staring at you like you were his prey. You did read books about sex, but you were still nervous. Would it hurt? Would Alastor enjoy it? Would Alastor enjoy your body?

You moaned as you stared at Alastor’s torse. He was beautiful. His scars were decorating his lean muscles, his arms were flexing with every move he was doing. You blushed as you felt a wet substance on your panty.  Were you really that excited because Alastor was shirtless? 

Alastor stared at you, moving slowly, like stalking a prey, or waiting for you to say you didn’t want anything that's happening right now. You needed to satisfy him. What were the books saying…? 

You quickly took off your pants, being only in a pair of bra and panty. From what you have read, men wanted to be inside women as quickly as possible. You blushed furiously but you wouldn’t back down now!

Alastor’s hand stopped you from taking your panty off as he bent toward your thighs.

“ I’ve always wanted to take a bite of those sinfully thighs of yours.” 

You moaned as you felt him kiss your skin, caressing in a comforting manner your waist. You gripped his hand as he licked, bit and kissed your thighs, marking them with his teeth. You tried to stop your moans but thinking about the fact that Alastor was the one touching you was making you lightheaded. It wasn’t like in the books, you were supposed to be the one making him feel good!

“ I know you are thinking about your stupid books. I’ll stop if you think about anything else but us right now.” he bit your thighs harder, making you moan. 

“But…But how am I supposed to know how to please you..?” you sighed as his hands were caressing your belly. You tilted your head against the snow, your eyes looking shyly at Alastor who had his eyes straight trained on you.

“ Like you always did. By being yourself.” he licked the marks he had made on your skin before tilting his head against your smooth thighs. “ What do you wish for ?”

You blushed, looking away but he took your chin with his hands, forcing you to look at him. You knew he hated when you were trying to hide yourself from him. You inhaled deeply.

“ I want… to touch you…” you whispered. He smiled at you before moving above you. You stared at his face, making sure he was okay as your cold hand touched his torso. His body was so hot against your hands. You caressed his skin, going toward his shoulder then his back. You saw him sigh as he closed his eyes, going toward your neck to kiss your skin there. 

Feeling him so close to you was so overwhelming and yet, you wanted to feel even closer to him. You timidly pushed your pelvis against his, making him hiss. You stop moving, trying to see his face. Were you doing something bad? You felt his hand dug into your waist.

“ Is… is it okay..?” you asked but before you could once push yourself against him you felt him tugged you against his pelvis making you moan. You could feel something hard against your panty and you blushed. Was it Alastor’s member..? You bit your lips as you moved against him, moaning louder. God, he felt so good… “ Should we…?”

You looked at Alastor as he chuckled against your skin. He leaned away from your body, looking at you fondly. “ Dearest, you must think I don’t know anything about sex, but, trust me, I know what I want to do to you.” he kissed your lips then trailed down toward your panty. What was he…? “ And as you know, I’m greedy with what I desire.” you kissed your crotch through your panty, making you gasp. “ If you allow me…”

You were blushing madly but you wanted it so badly. You spread your legs, your body twitching from anticipation. Alastor was licking you through your panty while keeping his eyes on you. You tilted your head back, your legs squeezing his head. You didn’t know what was happening but you were loving every second of it.

You moaned loud when you felt his tongue against your bare sex. You looked at him, he had his eyes closed, kissing and licking your vulva like it was  the best dish he had ever had the blessing to eat. You couldn’t contain your voice as you moaned his name, gripping his air tightly.

Alastor was eating you out. The Alastor you have known all your life. The one who didn’t give a damn about other people’s existence,the one who had never looked at other people as more than tools, the one who had just killed his own father was laying in the snow, eating you out like a starved man.

You screamed as you arched your back, feeling a warm tingle in your belly getting hotter and hotter. You were moving your hips against his lips without being aware of it, moaning Alastor’s name again and again.

And then you snapped.

Your whole body was shaking as you moaned his name so loudly you would be embarrassed if you cared. Your hips were twitching as Alastor recolted your sweet release with his tongue.  He leaned back with his charming smile; his lips and chin wet because of your pleasure and yet, he still had blood on his face. He looked devilishly breathtaking.

“ How is my wife feeling?” he smirked as he stared at you. You were breathing hard, tears falling down your eyes. You weren’t feeling nervous anymore, at all. You wanted him completely.

“ I want you.” you sat up slowly, taking your bra off, and shivered when you saw his eyes fall on your chest. You approached him slowly, pressing your chest against his naked torso and kissed him. You could taste yourself and blood on his lips. It was.. It was weird but not disgusting. You forced him to sit as you straddled his laps, kissing him with more vigor. You pressed your pelvis against his hard clothed member. You shivered as you imagined him inside of you.

Alastor inside of you.

That thought could have made you orgasmed once more.

You leaned back to watch his face. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing hard but he was staring at your face, his pupils dilated and this oh so delicious glint that was only for you. His madness was for you and only you. You nipped at his lips, staring at his eyes. You wanted to pleasure him like he just did, you wanted to show him how he meant to you. You remembered reading a book about sucking a man’s shaft. You leaned back, looking down on his clothed member. 

Sucking Alastor’s cock.. Yes, it was something you wanted…

“ You thought about your books.” 

“ N-no– Well, yes, but I want to.. if you want of course.. Do what you have done to me… I want to suck your… Well..” you blushed looking away. He took your face with his hand while the other was playing with your clit. You moaned, staring at his smiling face. He leaned toward your ears.

“ No. Maybe next time you will not think about your books.”

You tried to complain but you just moaned louder, gripping his shoulder, as he slowly entered you with one finger. He was playing with you ! 

“ Please… I really want it..!” you tried to convince him. You wanted to see Alastor lose control over himself because of you.

“ No my dearest, that’s your punishment for thinking about something other than us.” He grinned at you. You frowned and bit his neck as hard as you could, making him groan. You were moving your hips against his hands, his palm grinding against your clit as you bit him on his shoulder again and again.

You squealed as Alastor pinned you underneath him, breathing hard. You tried to take off his belt, making chuckle at your eagerness. He took off his belt slowly, making you whine impatiently. 

You gasped as you saw his hard shaft. You could feel your vagina clench around nothing as you looked at what was supposed to go inside of you. You bit your lips, laying down on the snow while staring at Alastor, spreading your legs.  You wanted him. You wanted him so much you felt like losing yourself to madness.

“ Darling…” he whispered and he pressed himself against you. You kissed his lips multiple times, your arms around his shoulder. You tensed as you felt him enter you very carefully. It was.. a strange feeling actually. You tilted your head back as Alastor was kissing your neck, trying to make you feel something else than what you were feeling between your legs. 

It wasn’t… that hurtful. You groaned as you tense your legs around his hips.It was manageable. You just needed time to adjust. You moaned as Alastor bit your neck, stopping his hips. He kissed your lips easily making you forget the pain between your legs.

You began to move your hips and smiled against his lips as you felt no pain.

“ Are you okay..?” you felt Alastor ask against your lips, a sweet whisper that made you feel safer than anything else. You were in the woods, having your virginity taken on the dirtied floor and yet, you couldn’t feel happier.

“ I’ve never felt better.” you whispered back against his lips. He smiled at you before kissing you languishly. You moaned against his lips as you felt his back’s muscles flexed against your nails. You were enveloped with his scent, his body, everything. He was inside you, in the deepest part of your body. He was panting against your skin, his hips moving faster. 

You scratched his back, marking him as yours. You both were one. In body and soul. You tilted your head back against the snow as your moans were getting louder and louder. Alastor was the only thing you could feel. The only thing you wanted to feel. You didn’t know where your own body started or where Alastor’s body ended. 

Hearing him groaned because of you was thrilling. This man who used to be so composed even when killing a man was having no control over his own body because of you. Those thoughts made you snap.

You felt your walls clenched around his shaft as you came around him once more. You heard him swear as you locked your legs around him, making him unable to escape from you.

“ Darling…” he chuckled breathlessly. “ I’m at my limit…” he panted, his member twitching inside you.

“ I want you to come inside me.” you plead.

His pupils dilated before he bit you on your chest, where your heart was beating. You sighed with delight as you felt him release his semence, moving his hips until every drop of his seed was settled inside you. You were stroking his back, like a silent apology for the marks you have made. Alastor was breathing against your chest, stroking your waist. Both of you stayed like this, sweaty, in a comfortable silence until you couldn’t take it.

You giggled before laughing loudly.

Alastor looked at you, amused with raised eyebrows. You smiled at him, kissing him once more on his lips.

“ I’m just happy..” you said, caressing the side of his face. He took your hand and kissed it, staring at you.

“ So am I.” 

You looked at him as he left your warm entrance. You were beginning to feel the cold weather now. Alastor helped you dress up, winking at you when you blushed because you could feel his sperm sliding down your thighs. Alastor walked toward the dead man.

Oh yes, you killed someone.

He crouched in front of his deceased father.

“ Darling, you should go back home. I’ll take care of the … leftovers.”

You walked toward him, embracing him from behind.

“ You don’t need my help?”

“ You already help me, dearest. I’ll just enjoy one last moment with my father. Go back to my Mother, she must be worried.”

You really didn’t want to be separate from Alastor. Not after everything that happened. Alastor must have sensed it because he kissed your ringed hands before standing up. You nodded at him, kissing him one last time before going back to his house. You did try to find the fawn that had miraculously helped you, but unfortunately you didn’t meet it during your way back.

You opened the door, you would have to explain to Marie why you looked like a bloodied mess. You walked toward the kitchen, you could hear the shower so Marie must be bathing right now. You saw two plates with a note. It was from Marie, she had written that she kept two plates for the both of you.

The both of you.

There was yours and Alastor’s name written on the paper.

You smirked before putting the note in the fire, destroying a possible clue.

Marie knew her husband wouldn’t come home, that’s why there wasn't a third plate.

You had to calm Marie down when she saw the state of your face. You laughed as she treated you but you reassured her. You were as capable as a nurse now, you have been treating your father since he came back from war. Those were nothing to worry about.

You could see her hands shaking but you both didn’t address the elephant in the room. She did pause when she was cleaning the blood from your face and neck.

“ Is that a.. hickey dear..?”

You blushed furiously making her giggled at you. You hid your face behind your hands as Marie was laughing affectionately at you. She took your hand and looked at your ring.

“ So, now, you are my daughter in law?” you giggled as you both began to talk about a wedding reception. You talked for hours, only stopping when Alastor entered the house. It was already dawn time but you weren’t feeling tired. He smiled at his mother and you knew it was time for you to go. They had to share this moment together. You stood up saying you were going home, refusing Alastor’s demand to accompany you home.

You hugged Marie and kissed Alastor cheeks. You wouldn’t kiss him in front of his Mother! But as you stepped out of the door, you were being tugged against a warm familiar chest, you closed your eyes as you felt his lips on yours. You smiled softly at him, caressing his cheek with your ringed hands that he kissed.

He let you go as you walked home. Your nose wasn’t broken and your bruises weren’t visible yet, and from what you saw in the mirror, you could always tell people you fell down the stairs because of the ice. You entered your house quietly, everyone was still sleeping, perfect.

You walked toward your bedroom, smiling like a fool. You undressed yourself and looked at your body in front of the mirror. You had hickeys on your chest, neck and thighs. You blushed as you saw white semence dripping from your vagina. 

You really did it… You needed to tell Alice tomorrow ! 

After washing up you fell asleep as easily as usual. You woke up around 11am, which surprised your mother when she saw you already dress up. You kissed her cheek with a big grin.

“ Where is dad?”

“He went to work, why?” she asked before screaming out of shock when you showed her your ring. “ It’s from Alastor, right? Of course it is ! Oh my baby !” she hugged you, crying from emotion. You felt tears in your eyes too. You didn’t know why but telling your mother you were getting married was… it was moving. She was already naming brands for your wedding dress.

You talked with your mother for hours before you decided it was time to tell Alice. You went out, making sure the hickeys weren’t visible. You talked toward Alice’s mansion, greeting the butler that was now used to you. You were brought to the living room, waiting for your friend. 

But you were surprised when you saw her coming with… Alizée was it? You stood up as Alice hugged you. You looked at Alyzée who seemed uncomfortable. Why was she here? Alice took the woman's hand and forced her to sit on the sofa. Well, you weren’t going to force her to leave, you didn’t know her, your only knowledge was from Alastor: she was the mayor’s daughter.

You talked with Alice, trying to coat Alyzée to talk with you which, after some time, she did seem more comfortable with your presence.

“ But I came here for news that will please you, I’m sure.” you smirked as Alice stood up.

“ Do I need to bring the wine?”

“ Yes.”

She clapped her hands, calling for a butler to bring three glasses and two bottles of wine. You laughed as the butler came with Alice’s order. She waited for the butler to leave before serving you and Alyzée a drink.

You waited for Alice to take a sip of wine before showing your ring. She spat on the table before screaming while Alyzée was smiling widely, clapping her hands together. You laughed as Alice shook your shoulder, looking at the ring then shook your shoulder once again. Alyzée congratulated you with a beaming smile making you feel relieved. 

You might have felt some jealousy for the beautiful woman in the past but not anymore.

You drank glasses and glasses of wine as you explained how you got married without the gory details. Quickly enough, there were three drunk women in the living room.

“ But we didn’t just get married.” you giggled drunkenly. You showed them your neck, decorated by Alastor hickeys. Alice shouted while Alyzée was whistling.

“ Oh my girl!” Alice hugged you before sitting back down. “ If we are going on with secrets, I might have something to say!” she raised her glass as you and Alyzée stared at her curiously. “ I… I am in love with someone and we are in a secret relationship.” 

You choked on your wine as Alyzée spat in on the floor. 

“ What? When? Who?” you struggled to speak as you tried not to cough. Alice put her glass on the table and watched you, her face flushed from the alcohol but she seemed worried.

“ I hope you won’t hate me after this.” she said before kissing the Alyzée on the lips.

Alice was kissing Alyzée.

Alice was in a relationship with Alyzéee.

A woman.

…

Alice was in love!

The two women separated themselves, looking at each other with love. You felt tears in your eyes as you stood up, making Alice stand up too with a worried expression. You ran toward her and hugged her, crying. Your best friend was in love, she was happily in love. You cried harder as you felt Alice sobbed against you.

“ I was so afraid you would see me as a disgusting being.” she cried as you hugged you tighter against you.

“ No, I would never!” you said before wiping your eyes. You looked at Alyzée and hugged her too. You knew it would be difficult for them to be in a relationship but you would help them in any way you could!

The evening went one, you’ve got to know Alyzée who was a very intelligent woman, a little more down to earth than Alice but maybe it was better for your best friend. You looked at the windows, it was already night time and you didn’t remember the last time you were this drunk.

“ Miss, you have a guest.”

Alice looked at the butler, confused. The butler stepped aside and your soon to be husband walked into the living room. You smiled with delight as he thanked the butler who closed the door behind him.

“ Ladies, good evening.”

You stood up, trying to run toward him but everything was spinning. Alastor walked quickly toward you and made you sit down.You giggled as you nuzzled against him. You wanted to tell him about Alyzée and Alice but it was not your choice to make. The four of you began to talk, whiskey was brought to Alastor as you all gossip about what was going on in New Orleans.

“ I hope one day, I will be able to marry you Alyzée…” whined Alice, as she hugged her girlfriend. Alyzée just smiled sadly before kissing the crown of her head. You looked at Alastor who drank his whiskey, he didn’t seem surprised or disgusted. “ I’m jealous Alastor is getting married before me! When you arrived, I thought you both had a fight! I mean, you don’t even wear your necklace!”

You paled as your hand went toward your neck.

The necklace.

You left it there.

“ Well, let's just say my fiancée left it at my house,” said Alastor with a calm face. He took something out of his pocket and you almost cried from relief as you saw your necklace dangling from his fingers.” So I came here to give it back to her.”

You sighed in relief. Thank god Alastor was there.

The  night went on as Alastor played the piano while Alice was forcing Alyzée to dance with her. You laughed as you sat next to Alastor, singing while he played. You stared at the ladies dancing with each other, their gazes never drifting from each other. You felt sad, knowing you would get married soon but your best friend might never have this chance. You didn’t know if Alastor felt what you were feeling, but he never stopped playing the piano and you never stopped singing, leaving the two ladies having their own fragile moments.

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July 20, 2022

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Hi! Can you do an Austin Butler x reader imagine where where they have a big but legal age gap, and so the reader is a virgin. Through their relationship Austin has always told her to not feel pressured to do anything, but one night after the Oscars After Party she decides that’s she’s ready to take things further. Austin is very gentle and talks her through it and everything😩

AAAH NONNIE!! Ty for the request!! I hope you don’t mind I tweaked it out a bit… because while I adore your mind and how it came up with this!! I truly hope you still like my twist of it. ALSO i forgot to say this but i suck at writing the second POV (y/n) fics, its not exactly my forte- I'm sorry :( ASKS ARE OPEN Y'ALL side note: AUSTIN BUTLER BEING A GOOD KISSER?? deux moi tell me the sky is blue and I'll be more shocked.

Oscar season was something Luella had watched from the safe confines of her room- on her macbook as Harvey would curl up on her lap and as she’d pull the beagle into her and pet him as her, Jasmine, Caleb and Vi critiqued everyones looks and gave their scoreboard of it, on a scale from 1- why did you even come?

Now by some twisted fate of some sort, here she was, in a pink crystal florets open back dress- smiling at camera’s as she was tucked into Austin's side, the man had his protective arm slung around her waist as he smiled now and again, gently rubbing her hip to ground her. Granted, she hadn’t come here without a bit of grovelling on Austin’s side. 

A few weeks before the Oscars, Luella was curled up on the couch in one of Austin’s hoodies, bonnet slightly askew, legs tucked under her like a pretzel. The TV hummed low with some chaotic skincare vlog while her tea sat forgotten on the coffee table, now lukewarm. She barely looked up when she heard the soft creak of the floorboards—Austin, barefoot, with that boyish grin and that too-soft way of looking at her like she was made of glass and gold.

“Baby,” he said, his voice low and affectionate, the way it always got when he was about to ask for something.

Luella hummed in response, eyes still on the screen. He sat on the edge of the couch near her knees, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“I want you to come to the Oscars with me,” he said, tone gentle, almost rehearsed.

“No,” she said instantly, not even glancing his way.

Austin laughed, not surprised. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I already know what you were gonna say,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “‘I want you there, it’d mean a lot, you’d look so beautiful, blah blah blah’. I’m good. Enjoy the chaos, though.”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving her. “Okay… you’d look so beautiful—obviously. But also, you’d make it bearable. You always do.”

That made her pause. She flicked her eyes toward him—just a glance—but he caught it. His hand found her thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles through the fabric of her hoodie. Always grounding. Always gentle.

“You hate that scene, I know,” he said, voice quieter now, just for her. “But you’re not just my plus-one, Lu. You’re it. They should be lucky to see you at all.”

Luella blinked slowly, heart threatening to do that dumb fluttery thing it did whenever he got too sweet on her. She tried to mask it with a scoff.

“Why you always talk to me like you’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie?”

“Because I feel like I’m in one every time I look at you,” he replied without missing a beat.

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her, lifting just enough to tell on her. He leaned in, kissed the top of her head, then brushed a second one against the tip of her nose for good measure.

“You’re annoying,” she muttered, voice muffled as he pulled her against his chest.

“But you’ll come?” he asked, hopeful.

There was a pause. Then, against his shirt, she mumbled, “...I want a dress with sparkles. Like, obnoxious sparkles.”

Austin smiled into her hair. “Done. The sparklier, the better.”

He’d seen Luella dressed up before. Hell, he’d seen her stripped down and laughing in the low light of their kitchen, face dewy with skincare and a bonnet barely holding on. He’d seen her with mascara tears on her cheeks, in sweats five sizes too big, seen her pouty, smug, sleepy, giddy. He’d seen every version of her.

But nothing prepared him for this.

She stepped out of the car like the world was lucky to exist at the same time as her. Her dress shimmered with every flash of light—pink crystal florets hugging her curves, catching on the stretch of her hips, the dip of her waist, the line of her spine left bare by the open back. Her skin glowed like she'd been kissed by stars. Neck glistening, lashes heavy, lip glossed and glossy.

She didn’t look like she belonged on the sidelines anymore. She was the moment.

Austin froze for a second—not visibly, but something in him stopped. His chest tightened. That same ache he got when she fell asleep with her head in his lap or when she danced barefoot in the kitchen at midnight, humming some old SZA track.

And then she turned to him, one brow lifted like Well?

He didn’t say anything at first. Just smiled as he reached for her waist, pulling her close with a kind of reverence. His hand settled on the small of her back, thumb sweeping lightly over her skin. She smelled like her signature—soft florals, warm and familiar. He leaned in, voice low in her ear.

“You know I’m never gonna recover from this, right?”

Luella smirked, tilting her head as the cameras started going off. “You’ll be fine.”

But she pressed a kiss to his cheek anyway, then let her hand find his under the blinding lights, fingers intertwining like they always do. And for all the noise, the red carpet, the stylists and reporters and designer chaos, Austin barely heard a thing.

She was the only one in the room, and he couldn't take his eyes off her; he didn’t want to. Perhaps that’s what softened the sting of his loss—the way Luella’s devotion didn’t falter, not even for a second. The way she brought their joined hands to her lips, pressing a long kiss to his knuckles before whispering I love you into his ear just as the cameras shifted away. How could he feel like a loser when, with one glance to his left, he saw everything he’d ever truly wanted?

Now, hours later, she stood between his legs at the afterparty, changed into something softer, easier. Her heels were off, curls freed from their style, and her laugh was louder without the pressure of press. She looked at him like he was hers. And all he could think was: I’m the luckiest man in this room.

Intimacy had never been missing between them. Luella loved with her hands, her time, the way she’d curl into his chest at night and kiss the spot behind his ear when she thought he was asleep. She didn’t always say the words out loud—it was easier for her to show them than speak them. But when she did say them, like she had earlier, it hit him like scripture.

They’d been together for almost a year now. From the moment she’d agreed to be his—half-smiling across a tiny coffee shop table—it’d been the best year of his life.

They hadn’t had sex yet. Luella always blamed herself for that, though Austin gently reminded her not to phrase it like that. Still, he knew where it came from.

Before him, she’d been with a guy back in university. One of those on-again, off-again situations that left more bruises than memories. She’d finally undressed for him once—laid back, exposed, and hopeful—and he’d barely looked at her. Just slipped on a condom, lubed himself up, and thrust into her with all the consideration of a crossed-off to-do list. No warmth. No build-up. Just friction.

It lasted ten minutes. She remembered staring at the ceiling, counting dents and speckles in the plaster while he grunted above her, then asked casually, “Did you cum?” as he pulled out.

She’d gingerly nodded abd left the room.

Luella’s hand was tangled in the soft mess of Austin’s once perfectly styled hair, her nails grazing his scalp in slow, soothing strokes. He’d groaned low the first time she did it, that little sound blooming in her chest like validation. Now, nestled in a shadowed corner of the afterparty, her lips moved along the sharp line of his jaw, brushing kisses there like secrets, before drifting down to the warm skin of his neck.

She didn’t know how to say it. Not with words. That she needed him tonight—needed the kind of closeness that went deeper than anything they’d shared before. That she wanted to melt into him, to remind him without speaking that even in loss, he wasn’t empty.

To anyone watching from afar, he looked fine. Effortlessly composed, drink in hand, smile still reaching his eyes. But she knew better. She always did. The faint tension in his jaw, the way he exhaled a beat too slow—it told her everything she needed to know.

So here she was, draped over him in a dress she’d nearly fought her stylist over, practically curled into his lap as the room buzzed with industry noise. One hand in his hair, the other tracing idle circles along the collar of his shirt. Her thigh pressed between his knees, close enough that she could feel the shift of his breath against her temple when she leaned in to kiss just beneath his ear.

He laughed—quiet, breathless, the sound laced with heat and disbelief. “You’re really trying to kill me, huh?” he murmured, voice low enough that only she could hear it.

She didn’t answer. Just nipped gently at his earlobe, her breath a whisper against his skin.

“I want you,” was what she didn’t say out loud. I want you tonight. I want you slow. I want you safe.

Instead, she kissed him again—longer this time, deeper—and hoped he heard it anyway

Austin’s hands, which had been resting loosely on her hips, tightened just slightly—enough for her to notice. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled back.

Not far. Just enough to look at her. His fingers slid from her waist to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing along her cheekbones like she was something precious—something he didn’t want to break by rushing.

“Lu,” he said, voice low, still laced with that breathless heat she’d stirred in him, “Baby, look at me.”

She blinked, lips parted, cheeks warm. She didn’t want to look at him—because if she did, she’d probably cry or say too much or freeze. But she did it anyway, because when Austin said look at me it never felt like a demand. It felt like safety.

His eyes searched hers, not for permission, but for truth. “I’ll give you anything, you know that. But not if you’re trying to make the hurt quiet.”

That was the thing about him—he never said are you sure? like she was fragile. He just asked if her heart was in it. If she was really here.

Luella’s throat felt tight. “I’m not trying to fix anything,” she whispered. “I just… I want to feel something good. With you.”

Austin exhaled like that undid him. His forehead tipped forward to rest against hers.

“You already do,” he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “You feel like the best thing I’ve ever touched.”

Her heart skipped a beat before she kissed him—once, twice, then a third time. By the fourth, she slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting the warmth of rum and frustration. She needed him to feel it. All of it. The love that burned her from the inside out, the kind that left her breathless and aching like a heart attack with no cure.

How could she show him? That he had cracked her open, rearranged her world to make space for a him-shaped presence she couldn’t imagine living without?

She was only twenty-three. A decade stretched between them, but it never felt like a divide. Never awkward, never too wide to reach across. He never made her feel small or inexperienced. Instead, he let her be—let her go out, drink too much, dance until sunrise. And then he’d show up in the early morning, hoodie on, Gatorade and pretzels in hand, like he had all the time in the world just to love her exactly where she was.

Luella’s breath hitched as he kissed her back—slow, sure, like he had all the time in the world, even as her hands curled into the fabric of his shirt like she was afraid he’d disappear. Her body moved closer, practically moulded to his now, desperate to collapse the inches between wanting and having.

“Baby,” she whispered, barely audible between kisses. It came out ragged, almost broken.

He stilled, forehead still pressed to hers. “Yeah?”

She closed her eyes. Her fingers slid down from his chest to his stomach, trembling just slightly, but there was intent in her touch now. She wasn’t sure what she was doing—wasn’t sure she could be sure—but she knew what she felt. Knew that her body wanted to speak for her when her voice shook too hard to try.

“I want…” she started, but the words caught in her throat.

He didn’t rush her. His hands stayed where they were—firm on her hips, unmoving. Anchoring.

“You don’t have to,” he said gently, like the weight of her didn’t scare him. “Not because you think I need it. Not to prove anything. I already know.”

Tears threatened to sting her eyes, but she didn’t blink them away. Her voice was soft, barely more than a breath. “I know. But I need you. Like—tonight. I want it to be you.”

His expression softened even further, impossibly tender. And still, he waited.

“Lu,” he said, tucking a curl behind her ear. “If we do this, we do it slow. We do it safe. We do it your way.”

A small laugh broke out of her—shaky, teary. “You always talk to me like you’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie.”

Austin grinned, brushing a thumb along her cheekbone. “Because I feel like I’m in one every time you look at me.”

She kissed him again, this time slower. Less urgency. More trust.

And when he stood up, fingers gently intertwining with hers, she didn’t hesitate. She followed him without looking back, heart pounding, throat tight, but her feet steady. Because no matter what came next, she knew one thing for certain:

She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.

The ride home felt heavier than silence, thick with everything left unsaid but deeply understood. Luella sat with her hand in Austin’s, thumb tracing absentminded circles over his skin. Her other hand rested on her thigh, nails tapping against her dress in a rhythm only she knew. She didn’t speak—not because she was unsure, but because her mind was loud and full and if she said one word, it might all spill out too fast.

Austin glanced at her once. Then again. The streetlights slid across her face like slow-moving spotlight beams, catching the softness of her lashes, the gentle pinch between her brows. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.

When they got to the house, she didn’t wait for him to open the door. Just stepped out, bare heels clicking gently against the pavement, purse tucked under her arm. ( something that would’ve got her an earful but he let her off the hook, this time)  He followed, quiet, patient, keeping pace behind her like he always did.

Inside, she took her shoes off with a relieved sigh and stood in the doorway for a second, like she was catching her breath. Like maybe the nerves were starting to creep in.

Austin came up behind her slowly, pressing a hand to the small of her back. “You okay?”

She nodded, eyes still forward. “Yeah.”

Then she turned, looked up at him—really looked—and something in the air shifted. Her fingers rose to the tiny clasp at the nape of her neck, undoing it slowly. She didn’t peel the dress off all the way, just loosened it enough to make her point clear.

“I want to take a shower,” she said softly. “Will you come with me?”

Austin didn’t answer with words. He just kissed her—slow and full, one hand cupping her cheek, the other finding her waist. And when they pulled apart, nothing else needed to be said.

They moved through the house like muscle memory, steps in sync. The lights were low, painting everything in soft gold, their shadows trailing behind them like the past versions of themselves that had never quite reached this point—until now.

By the time they reached the bathroom, the steam had already begun to bloom, curling around the mirror, warming the air. Austin turned the water on, then turned to look at her one more time—just to be sure.

She nodded. Just nodded.

They’d done this before, plenty of times. Showers full of shared laughter, slick skin, and teasing fingers. She’d made him squirm more than once, giggling as he tried to keep his cool while she touched him like it was nothing. A quick rinse would turn into thirty minutes and a cold towel because he'd had to finish himself once she slipped out the door with a smirk.

But this wasn’t that.

When his hands slid the dress from her shoulders and her fingers tugged his shirt over his head, it wasn’t about performance or sex. It was about her. About worship. About letting her be adored without demand.

And if that meant standing in the shower with a damn hard-on, breathing through it while steam clung to her skin and she trusted him enough to be bare, inside and out?

He’d do it. A thousand times over.

The heat hit her first—the moment she stepped in, steam swirled around her, damp curls clinging to her neck, lashes beading with water. She stood under the spray for a second, letting it rush over her, head tilted back, arms loose at her sides like she was surrendering to something bigger than the water.

Austin stepped in behind her, quiet as ever, closing the glass door with a soft click. For a second, he didn’t touch her. He just looked at the droplets racing down her back, at the way the curves of her body shimmered beneath the low light, at the slight tremble in her shoulders; she probably thought he wouldn’t notice.

And then he reached for her.

His hands were warm and certain as they smoothed over her waist, slow and steady, thumbs brushing her hips like she was breakable. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, another at the base of her neck, and stayed there for a moment, forehead resting gently against her skin.

Luella let out a soft breath and leaned back into him, her head falling against his collarbone, body melting into his like she didn’t care where she ended and he began. His arms wrapped around her, holding her there, water cascading down both their bodies.

“I got you,” he murmured into her hair. “Always.”

Her hand reached back to touch his thigh, fingers tracing down until they found his calf, anchoring herself in him. It wasn’t frantic. There was no urgency. Just this—them—wrapped in heat and steam and something that felt dangerously close to forever.

He grabbed the body wash, poured it into her net sponge, and began to lather her skin. Starting at her shoulders, he worked in slow, reverent circles, down her arms, across her back. He didn’t rush. He didn’t grope. He loved. Every touch was a quiet vow. Every sweep of his hands said, You are safe with me.

Luella turned to face him, droplets clinging to her lashes, lips parted as if she had something to say—but instead, she just stepped closer, chest to chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him. Slow, deep, tongue flicking just enough to make him groan against her mouth.

His hands found her waist again. His heart was thundering.

“Are you still sure?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

She nodded, pressing her forehead to his. “I’ve never been more sure.”

Luella’s skin was slick beneath his hands, warm and soft and glowing under the golden light seeping through the bathroom. The steam blurred everything around them, but her—her, she was clear. She was real. Her eyes, half-lidded and heavy with want. Her lips, kiss-bitten. Her body, trembling just a little, but not from fear.

From feeling.

She moved against him deliberately now—slow glides of skin on skin, her hips brushing his, her breasts pressed to his chest, her hands tangled in the back of his hair again. He could feel her breath hitch each time their bodies aligned just right, every subtle rock of her hips making his head spin.

Austin’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t rush. He let her take the lead.

She leaned up, kissing along his neck—tongue, teeth, breath—until he was gripping her waist a little tighter just to steady himself. She could undo him so easily, and she knew it. But this wasn’t about control. It was about permission. About choosing each other.

Her hands slid down his back, then back up, tracing every line, every muscle, every freckle and scar she’d come to know by heart. When her lips found the edge of his jaw again, she whispered something into his skin—not loud enough for him to hear, but the feel of it made him shiver.

“I love you,” she said again, this time a little clearer. She said it like a confession, like a prayer.

Austin pulled back just enough to see her face, to really see her. Her eyes were glassy, full of unspoken things—of past hurt, of trust being rebuilt, of longing so deep it scared them both a little.

His hand came up to cradle her cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything, Lu.”

“I’m not trying to,” she breathed. “I just... I want this. I want you. And I want to give you all of me.”

Her voice cracked on the last part, and he kissed her before she could take it back—soft and reverent, but with the kind of heat that promised he heard her. That he understood.

When he lifted her gently by the waist, pressing her back against the cool tile, her legs wrapped around him like instinct. They stayed like that for a moment—foreheads touching, hearts thudding against each other’s ribs, water still streaming around them like a hush over the world.

Still clothed in tension, still holding onto control.

But not for long.

They were pressed so close now, water slipping between their bodies, heat rising in waves—but before Luella could get lost in it, the words started tumbling out.

“I, um…” she began, and Austin instantly stilled, looking down at her with soft, steady eyes.

She swallowed. “I just—before we do this… my first time wasn’t… it wasn’t great.” Her voice cracked, barely audible over the hum of water. “It wasn’t bad like trauma bad, but it was just… I don’t know. Cold. Boring. Forgettable.”

Austin’s hands stayed gentle on her waist, thumbs rubbing slow, grounding circles as she kept going.

“I didn’t even like the guy that much,” she said with a quiet laugh, embarrassed. “I just felt like I was supposed to be ready. So I did it. I let him. He didn’t even look at me—like, really look. Just got a condom, got it over with, didn’t even ask me if I liked it. And when it was done, he asked if I came like it was a formality.”

She paused, blinking quickly.

“I stared at the ceiling the whole time,” she whispered. “And I kept thinking… this can’t be what it’s supposed to feel like. This can’t be it.”

Austin’s jaw tightened, not from anger but from the ache of wanting to reach back in time and shield her from that version of herself. His voice, when it came, was low and certain.

“Then it wasn’t,” he said. “That wasn’t your first time.”

She looked up at him, lips parted, unsure.

“That doesn’t count,” he continued, brushing a hand over her soaked curls, tucking them behind her ear. “Let’s start over. Right now. If you want this… we’ll say this is your first time.”

He leaned in, kissed her temple. “Here. With me.”

By the time they stepped out of the shower, the air was thick with heat and something heavier—something sacred.

Austin wrapped a towel around Luella first, careful and slow, like she was fragile silk. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before drying himself, never once taking his eyes off her. She stood there quiet, skin flushed from more than just the heat, her hands clutching the towel to her chest like it was armor, even though she didn’t feel the need to hide from him.

He reached for her hand, their fingers weaving together with ease.

In the bedroom, the lights were dim—just a soft bedside lamp casting everything in amber. The sheets had been turned down earlier, and the space smelled faintly of her perfume and something warmer—something that felt like them.

Luella sat at the edge of the bed first, towel still wrapped around her, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that betrayed her nerves. Austin didn’t crowd her. He knelt in front of her instead, resting his hands on her thighs.

“Last chance,” he murmured. “You can tell me no, and I’ll just hold you all night. Happily.”

She looked down at him—this beautiful man, kneeling for her like she was holy.

“I want this,” she whispered. “I want you.”

He smiled, eyes shining like he couldn’t believe she was real. Then, slowly, reverently, he kissed her knee. Then her thigh. Then up—so slowly she felt every single breath, every pause. When he stood, she rose with him, letting the towel fall from her shoulders.

She didn't flinch. She didn’t cover herself.

He looked at her like she was a gift.

They climbed into bed together without a word. No urgency. Just hands on skin, the kind of touch that felt like a lifetime of yeses. He laid her down like a prayer, like a promise. He kissed her collarbone, her shoulder, her chest—each one lingering like a vow.

And when he finally settled above her, eyes locked with hers, he whispered:

“This is your first time. Right now. With me.”

He pressed his lips to hers, slow and deliberate, his tongue gently meeting hers in a kiss that felt more like a conversation than anything rushed or greedy. Their mouths moved together in a rhythm that was all soft surrender—wet, warm, reverent.

His hands roamed her body with quiet hunger, fingers raking up her sides, across her hips, down the arch of her back. Wherever he touched, goosebumps followed, her body twitching in the softest ways under his hold—each reaction fueling his devotion.

Luella’s hands slid down his torso, exploring the planes of his chest, his ribs, his abdomen. Her nails grazed over his stomach, lightly scratching, just enough to make him groan into her mouth. His skin flexed beneath her touch, heat rippling through him like a tide he couldn’t fight—and didn’t want to.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses, voice raw, husky. “You don’t even know.”

She blinked up at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted like she wanted to say something, but all that came out was a breathy whimper as his hands found her thighs and parted them gently.

Not possessive. Not hurried.

Just home.

Austin kissed the inside of her thighs like they were sacred—slow, wet presses of his mouth right where the soft met the sensitive, his breath hot against her skin. Luella was already trembling, her chest rising and falling fast, lips parted in anticipation, in disbelief that it was finally happening—and like this.

When his mouth finally met her, tongue flat and slow, she gasped so sharply she almost sat up.

He moaned against her, the sound low and guttural. Fuck, she tasted like honey and sin. Like everything he’d ever craved. He didn’t dive in greedily, no—he studied her. He licked her with intention, easing into her folds with long, slow strokes, letting his tongue swirl around her clit in lazy circles just to see how she responded.

“Just like that,” he murmured against her, voice almost drunk with need. “Let me take care of you, baby. You don’t gotta do a thing.”

Her back arched, one hand flying into his hair, fingers curling tight.

“That feel good?” he asked, dragging his tongue up again, eyes fluttering shut as he savored her. “Yeah? Been thinking about this… every time you walked around the apartment in those little shorts. Every time you kissed me and ran away.”

She whimpered, too breathless to respond. Her thighs twitched, closing in on his head, but he held them open, palms firm and reverent.

“Stay with me,” he said softly, kissing her clit once, twice. “I got you.”

And then—he brought his hand up.

Two fingers at first, slick with her arousal, circling her entrance slowly, gently. He didn’t push in yet. He waited, his mouth still worshipping her with slow, wet licks while his fingers teased her hole, watching the way her body reacted to even that.

“You're so fucking tight,” he whispered, his voice shaking with restraint. “Gotta open you up, baby. Gonna make it feel good.”

He pressed in—one finger at first. She tensed, breath catching, and he immediately kissed her thigh, his voice soft and low.

“Breathe, Lu,” he said, kissing the inside of her knee. “Just breathe for me. You're doin’ so good.”

When she relaxed, he added the second finger, curling just right as his mouth returned to her clit—licking, sucking, moaning against her like her body was his only religion.

She let out a strangled sound, eyes fluttering, hips bucking.

“Oh—my God—Austin.”

“There you go,” he breathed, tongue moving faster now, fingers scissoring gently as her walls started fluttering around them. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel you.”

She nodded, choked on a moan, and that was all he needed.

“Let go for me, baby,” he said, voice thick, hungry. “Don’t hold it. Come on. Let me feel you. I need it.”

She shattered.

Her thighs clamped around his head, hips rocking, cries spilling from her mouth as her first real orgasm tore through her. He didn’t stop. He worked her through it—licking and pumping as her body jerked and her hands fisted in the sheets, whispering, that’s it, that’s my girl, I got you, I got you.

When she finally collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, skin glowing, eyes glassy and stunned—he kissed his way up her body, slow and loving, until his mouth met hers again.

She could taste herself on his lips. Could feel how hard he was pressed against her thigh.

“You okay?” he whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

She laughed—soft, breathless, amazed. “No,” she said. “I think you broke me.”

He smiled, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “Good. Now I’m gonna put you back together.”

Luella was still breathless, body slack and buzzing, but the moment Austin leaned in to kiss her—deep and slow, his hand cradling the side of her face—something stirred in her chest. Need. Gratitude. That ever-burning desire to show him what he meant to her, the way he’d just shown her.

So she pushed herself up, blinking through the afterglow, and whispered against his lips, “Can I take care of you now?”

Austin froze, his hand on her cheek going still. “Baby…”

“I want to,” she said, eyes locked on his. “I want to taste you.”

He swallowed hard, jaw flexing as he pulled back slightly to look at her—like he needed to see how sure she was. She held his gaze, steady and soft. And that’s all it took.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice rough now, laced with something darker, deeper. “Okay, come here.”

She pushed him back gently, watched as he settled against the pillows, then slid down the bed, trailing kisses down his chest, stomach, the V of muscle leading lower. Her fingers hooked in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down with slow intention.

And then she saw it.

Her eyes widened slightly, lips parting with a tiny breath of shock.

“Oh my God,” she whispered before she could stop herself.

Austin laughed, low and strained, head tipping back against the pillow. “Yeah,” he breathed, “I was gonna warn you.”

Her fingers wrapped around the base gently, testing the weight of him, the sheer length and thickness. “You were just gonna let me find out?”

“I mean… you were already committed,” he said, barely holding back a groan when her thumb grazed the tip. “Figured I’d let you be brave.”

She gave him a look, then leaned down, kissing the head with soft lips, tongue flicking gently across the slit. He hissed through his teeth, muscles twitching.

“Take your time,” he said, voice deeper now, eyes heavy-lidded but watching her every move. “Just do what feels good. You don’t have to take all of it.”

Luella nodded, then slowly wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently while her hand stroked the base. His hips twitched—twitched—and she smiled around him.

“Fuck, Lu—” Austin groaned, one hand gripping the sheets beside him, the other threading through her curls but not pushing, just resting, grounding himself. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

She took a little more, relaxed her throat, tongue swirling, eyes fluttering when he moaned again. It was messy. She couldn’t take all of him, not yet. But she worked him with care, spit trailing down her fingers as she kept stroking what her mouth couldn’t hold.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered, hips trying not to buck. “You’re so pretty like this. Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

She pulled off for a moment, eyes wet, lips shiny, breath hot. “Tell me,” she whispered, stroking him slowly. “Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re killing me,” he gasped, eyes closing for a second. “You’ve got me shaking, baby. I’m trying so hard not to come right now.”

Luella smiled like sin and slid her mouth back down.

And that was when his head fell back with a groan so raw it vibrated through her spine.

She was doing her best—more than her best.

Austin lay there, one arm thrown behind his head, the other buried in her curls, watching with parted lips and a look of awe painted all over his face. Luella was taking him as deep as she could, hand twisting around the base where her mouth couldn’t reach, her tongue working in slow, wet circles that had him breathing like he’d just run miles.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, thighs tensing under her. “That mouth… it’s not fair.”

He kept his hips still, fighting every instinct, letting her lead. But each time she pulled off to kiss the tip, suckle softly, then go back down—spit slicking him, her pretty lips swollen, breath coming in shallow gasps—it chipped away at his control.

Then she looked up at him.

Eyes glassy. Drool shining on her chin. Like she’d live between his thighs if he let her.

And he couldn’t take it.

“Lu,” he warned, voice low and ragged. “Baby… slow down. I’m not gonna last.”

But she didn’t stop. She just moaned around him, sucking harder, letting her hand work faster.

That did it.

He hissed, hand tightening in her curls—not pulling, just gripping, grounding, trying to stay tethered. “Shit—Luella. Stop. Baby, stop.”

She popped off of him with a gasp, blinking up like she wasn’t sure what she did wrong—but his eyes were dark now, locked on hers, chest rising fast.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, voice like gravel and silk all at once. “I need to feel you—all of you.”

Luella’s breath hitched. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, heat blooming low and deep. She nodded, lips still wet, cheeks flushed, and that was all he needed.

Austin sat up slowly, gently guiding her back onto the bed, kissing her with everything she made him feel—hunger, worship, love. His hands caressed her thighs, spreading them open again with reverence, eyes never leaving hers.

“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, thumb brushing her lip, then trailing down between her legs. “But now it’s my turn.”

Austin hovered above her, his hand still stroking gently between her thighs, keeping her open and relaxed as he kissed her slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that said you’re mine without ever needing the words.

Her breath was shaky now, the earlier confidence melting into nerves again. He felt it. Saw the little flicker of hesitation in her eyes. So he paused, kissing her forehead, then her cheek, letting his hand slide up to cradle her face.

“Hey,” he whispered. “You still with me?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

But it was quiet. Shaky.

He smiled, leaned in closer. “We’re not rushing. I got you, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed her again—long and grounding—and then trailed his hand down to her thigh, gently lifting it.

“Let me figure out what feels good for you,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. “We’ll try a few positions until your body tells me it’s right. No pressure. We stop the second you want to. Deal?”

“Deal,” she whispered, already breathless from his voice alone.

He started with her on her back, gently lifting her hips with a pillow beneath them. He eased between her legs, guiding himself to her entrance, sliding the tip through her folds slowly—so slowly—but the second he pressed forward, her breath caught and her body tensed.

He froze.

“Too much?” he asked instantly, his hand stroking her side, lips brushing her temple.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Just a little. I think the angle’s too deep.”

“Okay,” he said softly, kissing her jaw. “Let’s try something else.”

He gently pulled back and helped her up, repositioning her with her back against his chest, both of them seated now, her legs draped over his thighs. He kissed her shoulder, held her close, and tried again—slow, careful pressure, but she still winced.

“I feel… exposed like this,” she said, voice small.

Austin immediately pressed his forehead to her shoulder and whispered, “Okay. Scratch that. You’re in charge, baby. Always.”

Finally, he laid her down again and adjusted them until they were chest to chest, his knees framing her hips, her legs wrapped around his waist. Their foreheads touched. He held her hands in his.

“Like this?” he asked, voice low and patient. “This feel better? Not too deep, just enough to be close.”

She nodded. “Yeah. This... this feels safe.”

“Good,” he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. “I want you to look at me the whole time, okay? I want you to see how much I love you.”

Then, with slow, tender care, he began to ease inside her—inch by inch, stopping every time her breath shifted, kissing her through the stretch. His eyes never left hers.

And when he was fully seated, both of them breathless and trembling, he whispered:

“You’re doing so good for me, Luella. You’re perfect. You feel like heaven.”

Austin had her laid out beneath him, legs wrapped loosely around his waist, her hands trembling where they gripped his arms. He could feel her nerves vibrating just beneath her skin, even as her eyes begged him to keep going.

His cock was heavy in his hand, flushed and dripping, and as he lined up with her entrance, he kissed her softly—slow, grounding, reverent.

“I got you,” he murmured against her lips. “You just breathe, okay? We’re gonna take it one inch at a time.”

Luella nodded, eyes wide, breath shaky.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered, sliding the head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating himself in her arousal. “Gotta go slow. Let your body open for me.”

He pushed forward—just the tip.

She gasped, her hips twitching slightly, walls clenching hard around him. Austin stilled immediately, one hand flying to her cheek, the other gripping her thigh gently.

“Hey, hey, don’t tense,” he soothed, brushing his thumb over her skin. “You’re doing so good, Lu. I know I’m big, but we’ll go slow. You’re gonna take all of me—just not all at once.”

He leaned down, forehead to hers. His voice dropped into something even softer, something made of silk and devotion.

“Just like that,” he said, kissing her cheek. “You feel that? That’s me stretching you. That’s your body learning me.”

He rocked his hips again—barely deeper—and she let out a shaky moan, gripping onto his forearms like her life depended on it.

“You okay?” he asked, reading her every twitch, every breath.

“Y-Yeah,” she panted. “It’s… big.”

“I know,” he groaned, sweat beading at his brow from how tight she was. “I feel it too, baby. You’re gripping me so good.”

He kissed her again—softly, slowly—then rolled his hips forward another inch, swallowing her whimper with his mouth.

“That’s it,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re taking me so well. Your pussy’s made for me. Say it, baby. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she breathed, tears in her eyes from the stretch, the closeness, the overwhelming fullness. “I’m yours, Austin.”

He groaned low in his throat, pressing in just a little more, until she took half of him, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I’ll stay right here. You tell me when you’re ready for more.”

And he did. He stayed. Kissing her through every inch, whispering filth and softness, coaching her body to relax, praising her like she was the only girl on Earth.

“You’re gonna take all of me, baby,” he promised, voice thick with emotion and restraint. “And when you do, I swear—I’ll make it feel so fucking good you’ll forget anyone ever touched you before.”

Luella's nails dug into Austin’s shoulders, her breath coming in short, unsteady gasps as he rocked his hips forward—slow and steady, thick length pressing into her inch by inch like he had all the time in the world.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, voice low and ragged, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re doing so good for me. That’s it… let me in.”

Her jaw dropped on a gasp as her body clamped down around him, her thighs trembling on either side of his hips.

“Oh my God, Austin, you’re—fuck—so big, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he groaned, kissing her lips, then her cheek, then her jaw. “You’re takin’ me so well, Lu. You feel perfect. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”

She whimpered, trying to breathe through the stretch. His cock dragged along every wall inside her, thick and unrelenting, her body twitching and fluttering with the effort of taking him.

“I feel so full,” she whispered, eyes glossy. “Like you’re in my stomach.”

“You are,” he breathed, voice thick with restraint as he looked down—and there it was: the faint swell under her belly where the head of his cock pressed from the inside.

“Right there,” he whispered, running a trembling hand over the bulge. “That’s me. You took every inch of me, baby. So. Fucking. Good.”

Her eyes rolled back, and she choked on a moan that turned into a sob.

“Too much?” he asked instantly, stilling.

She shook her head frantically. “No. It’s so good, I—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Austin’s entire soul cracked open at her voice—at how wrecked she sounded. At how desperately she wanted to take it, to take him.

He kissed her again, deeper now, as he started to move—long, slow strokes that made the bed creak beneath them.

“You feel like heaven,” he growled, thrusting into her just deep enough to make her legs lock tight around his waist. “God, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. You like that? You like bein’ full of me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, nails clawing at his back. “Yes, Austin—please, don’t stop talking. Please.”

He lost it—he absolutely lost it.

“Good girl,” he whispered, dragging his cock out halfway before slamming it back in, the bulge in her belly pressing up again. “My perfect girl. You’re doin’ so good for me, takin’ every inch of this cock like it’s yours. ‘Cause it is. It’s yours, Lu.”

She was falling apart now, tears slipping from her lashes, her body spasming beneath him. But every whimper made his praise sharper, more intense.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said, kissing her hard. “You hear me? You’re fucking perfect. Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Best girl I’ve ever had. My girl.”

Luella sobbed into his mouth, her whole body trembling now as he reached between them, fingers rubbing fast, perfect circles on her clit.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “Look at me while you do it. I wanna see your face when you fall apart. I wanna feel you lose it.”

She came with a scream—loud and unfiltered—her body jerking beneath him, pussy clenching violently around his cock as her orgasm ripped through her like fire.

Austin lost it seconds later, slamming deep one final time, his moan loud and low as he spilled into her, filling her until the bulge in her belly throbbed with warmth.

Even then, he didn’t stop kissing her. Didn’t stop whispering.

“You’re mine. You’re everything, Lu. You were made for this. For me.”

And in that moment, neither of them knew where her body ended and his began.

They’d barely come down.

Luella was still trembling, chest flushed, slick between her thighs and lips kiss-swollen from how much she’d taken. Her body was humming—nerves fried and thighs aching, but beneath the exhaustion was want. That delicious, greedy ache that said more.

Austin had just finished pressing soft kisses down her stomach, murmuring “you did so good” like a mantra, when she gently pushed at his chest.

He blinked, brows furrowing. “What’s up, baby?”

She slid on top of him.

Austin went still. “Lu…”

“I wanna try it,” she said softly, voice hoarse. “I wanna ride you.”

He let out a soft groan, hands instinctively landing on her thighs as she straddled him, her slick core brushing up against his half-hard cock—which, at the slightest touch from her, started to throb back to life.

“You sure?” he asked, voice strained already. “You just took me for the first time and you wanna ride it now? Baby, I’m not gonna last.”

Luella smiled, that sweet-bratty mix that made his stomach clench. “I don’t need you to last.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, dragging his hands up her waist. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He let her guide him, one hand wrapped around his shaft as she lined him up again. She was so wet, still stretched, but the second the head pressed to her entrance, she faltered.

Her thighs shook.

Austin sat up instantly, strong arms circling her waist, forehead pressed to her collarbone.

“Take it slow,” he whispered, guiding her hips with his hands. “You don’t have to sit all the way. Just feel it.”

She nodded, biting her lip, and slowly began to sink down.

The stretch hit different this way—wider, deeper. Her breath hitched, nails digging into his shoulders, and Austin felt it—felt her walls flutter around him like she was trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time.

“Fuck, fuck—Austin—”

“I got you,” he groaned, kissing up her neck. “You feel so good up there, baby. So fucking tight. Look at you, tryna ride this dick after I blew your back out.”

She whimpered, inching lower, thighs trembling against his.

“You want me that bad, huh?” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “You that cockdrunk already?”

She moaned in response, finally taking more of him, her hips grinding down just enough to make both of them shake.

Austin’s head dropped back. “Goddamn. Look at you—my girl on top, tryna take this big fuckin’ cock like a champ.”

His hands grabbed her ass, helping her move, slow little rolls that made her eyes flutter shut.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he breathed, kissing the sweat from her chest. “Even after everything—I’m still buried in this pussy. You’re a fuckin’ dream.”

She started bouncing—slow, unsteady, but committed.

And that’s when he lost it.

His grip tightened. His hips bucked up into her. Their moans tangled in the air, and the sound of her soaked cunt meeting his thighs was obscene.

“Austin—oh my God—” she gasped, eyes rolling back.

“I know, baby,” he groaned, voice breaking. “I know. You’re so fucking good to me. You wanna come on it again, huh? Wanna make a mess on this dick?”

She nodded frantically, breath hitching, body trembling.

“Then ride it,” he growled. “Be a good girl and take it.”

And she did. She rode him through tears and moans and shaking legs, until her thighs gave out and he had to grab her waist and fuck up into her, deep and messy and so much.

She came again, falling into his chest with a broken cry—and he followed, groaning into her neck, filling her a second time, so deep she could feel the warmth pulse inside her.

They didn’t speak right away. Just breathed. Held each other. Let their bodies buzz.

And then she whispered, “Next time… I wanna go faster.”

Austin laughed into her skin. “You’re insane.”

They stayed like that for a moment—Luella slumped against his chest, her skin slick with sweat and satisfaction, legs still loosely wrapped around his waist, her breath warm where it ghosted against his neck. Austin’s hands rubbed her back in slow, lazy circles, his lips brushing the crown of her head like she might drift away if he stopped touching her.

“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, voice hoarse and low.

She nodded with the tiniest, exhausted hum. “Mmhm. Barely.”

He smiled and kissed her temple.

“Okay, angel. Gonna pull out now, alright? Real slow.”

She whined at that—soft and broken, her walls still fluttering around him. But she nodded again.

Austin kissed her once more and gently gripped her hips, steadying her.

The moment he began to slide out, her body trembled—tiny aftershocks twitching through her thighs as he drew back, inch by inch. His cock was still thick and sensitive, glistening as it finally slipped free, her slick mixed with his cum dripping out of her in slow, sticky strings.

“Fuck,” he breathed, barely able to keep it together. “You’re so full, baby.”

Luella whimpered, hiding her face in his neck. “M’sore already…”

“I know,” he whispered, stroking her back. “You were perfect. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

He shifted carefully, cradling her against his chest as he stood. She clung to him, boneless and sleepy, arms looped around his neck while he carried her through the soft dark of their bedroom, straight into the warm bathroom.

He’d already turned the lights low—just enough to see, golden and flickering like candlelight.

He set her down on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, checking the temperature with practiced care before pouring in a few drops of lavender oil. Steam rose slowly. The scent bloomed in the air, calming, floral, safe.

Once the tub was full enough, he helped her step in. She eased down into the water with a soft gasp, muscles relaxing instantly.

But she didn’t even have to ask.

Austin slid in right behind her, arms coming around her waist as she settled against his chest.

“Better?” he murmured, his voice softer than ever.

Luella nodded, sighing as his hands began to stroke over her hips, her thighs, her belly with featherlight touch.

He kissed her shoulder. “You were so good for me, Lu. So fucking brave.”

She melted into him.

“I love you,” she mumbled, voice sleepy and small.

“I love you more,” he whispered, nuzzling into her curls. “And I’m gonna take care of you. Always.”

They stayed there for what felt like hours—bodies bare, hearts soft, the water wrapping around them like a second skin.

And when he washed between her legs, delicate and tender, whispering little apologies every time she flinched from soreness?

She realized no orgasm in the world could compare to how this man made her feel when he simply loved her right.

The water had gone lukewarm by the time Austin helped Luella out of the tub, arms steady as he wrapped her in a plush towel, pressing a kiss to her temple as she wobbled on her feet.

“Got you,” he murmured. “Lean on me.”

She did.

Back in the bedroom, the sheets were freshly changed—he’d done it earlier, anticipating this moment. The air was cool, the lighting warm, and everything smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus.

He sat her gently on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her again, towel still around her body, the ends damp and clinging to her thighs.

“Stay right here,” he said, standing long enough to grab her lotion and the oversized tee she always stole from him. The one that hung past her knees and smelled like him even after four washes.

She watched with heavy eyes, blinking slowly like every second away from his hands felt too long.

Then he knelt again, easing the towel open just enough to rub lotion gently into her skin—starting with her thighs, then her hips, her belly, her arms. Every touch was delicate. Reverent. His thumbs kneaded the backs of her thighs, his palms smoothing over the curve of her ass, not with hunger—but care.

“You okay?” he whispered, glancing up.

She nodded, quiet. “Sore. But… good sore.”

He grinned, kissed the inside of her knee. “That’s my girl.”

Once she was fully lotioned and glowing, he helped her slip into the big t-shirt, pulling it down over her head, letting her arms slide through like she was something breakable and precious.

Then he lifted the covers and tucked her in—yes, tucked her in—before sliding into bed beside her, pulling her into his chest like she belonged there.

She did.

One of her legs slipped between his. Her cheek rested on his chest, where his heartbeat thudded slow and steady under her ear.

He kissed her forehead.

“Need anything else?” he asked softly, hand drawing lazy circles on her hip.

She mumbled something against his skin. He caught only pieces.

“Water… maybe…” “…one more kiss…”

Austin smiled and reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, helping her sip before setting it down and pulling her close again., and putting her bonnet over her hair. Then he kissed her. Just once. Soft. Final.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered into her hair.

Luella barely whispered back. “You better not.”

[chaesparklez]

familiarity | seok matthew x reader

wc: 3.2k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

heavily gendered descriptions, fingering f!receiving, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, matthew is a little forceful but consent is still clear!

synopsis:

‘was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?’

a hazy summer day with your childhood best friend takes a very unexpected turn. two beating hearts, lingering gazes and dark thoughts lead to something more.

a/n: cross posted on wattpad and ao3 by moi. available on both platforms through user @/chaesparkle

"matthew stop! i'm serious, stop!" you begged between giggles as matthew chased you with a hose.

"NEVERR!" he booms in a mock-villain voice before flashing that big goofy grin of his and continuing to attack you.

a hot summer day spent at matthew's house, the two of you had somehow went from mowing the lawn to a crazed water fight.

you both sprinted around the lawn barefoot soaking each other with water before you finally yielded and declared him the winner of the stupid battle, to which he did a goofy celebration dance and sung in joy.

"ha ha, i win, you lose!" he sings in the most irritating tone ever. you can't help but scoff and smile to yourself at how happy he looks.

ever since you were toddlers, you and matthew had been the best of friends. you'd played with teddies and action figures together, walked to school together, gone on family holidays with all your parents together.

you'd grown apart a little after you'd moved away, but coming back to your hometown and spending summers with him connected you with the warm familiarity of your childhood best friend, and you had always found yourself chatting and squabbling like no time had passed. you hated to admit it, but you were both very dear to eachother.

but right now, he was just being his usual annoying self.

"for god's sake matthew, you don't have to do a celebration dance every time you win something!" you whine, raising your arm to punch him on the shoulder.

"or what?" he says, grabbing your wrist mid-air to halt it.

a second passes between you, the humid summer air suddenly blanketing around you uncomfortably. matthew looks right into your eyes, panting gently with that sunny smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the effect he'd had on you. your eyes waver, lost for a moment in his deep brown gaze.

in that loaded moment you became aware of his half buttoned shirt and the muscled chest that rose and fell against yours, glistening beads of water sitting on his smooth skin. his grip on your wrist is firm and your flesh in contact with his seems to tingle.

was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?

you snapped out of your trance shocked at your wandering thoughts. truthfully speaking, you had budding feelings for him ever since you moved out and found yourself missing his presence beside you everyday. but you'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

because he was just... matthew. your matthew. cute adorable matthew. though he looked far from adorable with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned like that...

'what the hell?? get a damn grip.' you mentally scolded yourself, your once again strange thoughts making you shudder.

besides, what was the point in nurturing feelings for him? you could tell by the way he treated you like a little brother that he'd never see you that way. the easy thing to do was just carry on like always.

matthew observed you in this reverie, furrowing his brows.

"you good?" he asked, slight concern behind his eyes.

"..yeah, duh, why wouldn't i be?" you shoot back, removing your wrist with an awkward cough.

"because you're being a weirdo, weirdo." he jabs, poking your forehead with a grin on his face.

that was it. you start chasing eachother all over again, him running and you screeching abuse at him loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

never a boring day with him, honestly.

~~

you both crash through the front door and raid the freezer for popsicles, sweating and out of breath from both the heat outside and your demented tussle. matthew sits on the couch while you splay yourself out on the cool floor, both licking your popsicles absentmindedly.

"where's your mom?" you ask, turning onto your side and resting your head on your palm.

"on some bachelorette trip. you know our neighbour linda? she's getting married for the third time."

"husband number three already? damn, the woman's getting more action than me." you laugh in amusement.

"anyone can get more action than you, loser."

"um, excuse me!" you reply in mock offence clutching your chest. 'i am not a loser. i'm the picture of charm and sensuality.' you toss your hair and snoot your nose up at him.

"sure you are, marilyn monroe." he scoffs.

"you're just jealous you don't get bitches like me."

"oh really? have we forgotten what happened with keeho?"

you choke on your popsicle and go into a coughing fit, caught off guard by the mention of matthew's friend who'd asked you out a while ago.

"that was just a fluke..." you mumbled.

"i don't think so."

"it was!"

"you scared him off for life, man!" matthew exclaims, bursting into laughter at the memory.

matthew had introduced keeho to you at a mutual friend's birthday party a few years ago. you didn't talk much but he ended up asking you on a date- and your awkward teenage self had been too shy to say no. so... you went on a truly disastrous date with him that ended in you bursting into nervous laughter and lapsing into vine references when you thought he was going to kiss you.

needless to say, he was not interested after that.

"i genuinely need to ask why of all vine references you chose the krusty krab one.."

"i don't know," you groaned.

he continues laughing. "you literally sung the whole song while he just sat there. were you trying to join american idol?" he snorts.

"SHUT UP MAN," you complain. the sight of you cringing and embarrassed only makes him laugh harder. you narrow your eyes for revenge.

'okay, riddle me this then! why the hell did you decide a good way to confess to belle was to sing that cringy song for her in a fedora?? in front of the whole class?'

"hey, we were nine years old! and the fedora was fitting for the time."

"i'm afraid no time period excuses the abomination that is a fedora hat."

"you know she loved it."

"she literally laughed in your face and bullied you for the rest of the year."

"duh, because she was shocked at her overwhelming feelings for me and the aggression was a coping mechanism!"

you burst into laughter at how nonsensical this conversation was getting and shake your head. honestly sometimes this boy just talks to talk.

"your brain is strange as fuck, man. no girl can understand your thought process."

"apart from you." he responds absentmindedly.

a beat.

"yeah. apart from me." you respond after a second, heart thumping again like earlier. you quickly turn away from him, flustered and wanting to hide the blush seeping onto your cheeks.

you take the remote and hurriedly switch on the tv to distract yourself. watching for a while, you eventually zone out and forget about the weird moments earlier. you still feel tired from the water fight and stretch out on the floor. the white sundress with delicate tie straps you wear is still a little damp, the cotton cool against your skin.

"um.. why don't you get off the floor? you're wearing white, too." matthew comments, voice constricting suddenly,

"i don't wanna."

oblivious, you smile and stretch your limbs out. 'it's comfy here. you should lie down too.'

"i'm good." he replies a second too late, eyes wavering.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. "why not? come, lie down."

"forget it."

"whyy?" you whine, in a mood to annoy him since he wasn't responding. you begin chanting at a million syllables a second: 'why why why why why why why why why wh-'

then all of a sudden he is lying down... on top of you. his body over yours with his hand over your mouth to silence you.

~~

what you were unaware of was that matthew's heart had also been racing for you. and maybe it was the balmy summer heat, or your mischievous smile, or the way the sunlight shone on your skin that he just wanted to stroke and kiss every inch of.

but he had been overtaken by all consuming desire.

hands gripping the sofa cushion with his teeth gritted, matthew had felt his bulge strain against his shorts. the tantalising view of you laying before him had drove him near madness. the creamy skin of your shoulders on display and visible nipples underneath the white fabric made him increasingly aware of the blood rushing to his cock. an angelic ingénue surrounded by a soft halo of hair splayed on the floor. a soft white peach ready for him to devour.

and the way you called out to him completely unaware of your dress riding up to show your coquettish pink panties, the flimsy tie strap falling down, so easy for him to untie with a simple tug of the string...

he had acted before thinking and found himself on top of you. the way your eyes widened and the heat of your warm breath on his palm didn't alleviate the pounding in his heart.

and now here you are, inches apart on the cool floor.

you stare into each others eyes for several seconds, the air heavy and peppered with the distant sounds of cicadas outside. something in his gaze had changed as he stares at you intensely. you'd never seen him look at you like that before.

"you can't just tell me to lie down without a care in the world. i'm a man too, you know." he says in a low voice.

"..w-what do you mean?" you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

his jaw clenches for a second before he breaks into a smirk and fixes the strap that had fallen off your shoulder.

"did you know your dress is see through?" he whispers, fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

your face heats up at the realisation of what he's been seeing the whole time. your heart starts pounding.

with a soft smile, matthew closes his eyes and kisses you gently. your eyes flutter shut and you kiss back shyly, heart pounding knowing that deep down you'd been wishing for this to happen. his lips taste of strawberries and cream.

and your desire becomes even clearer when you feel his growing erection against your pelvis. a wave of pleasure washes through your body, starting from your wet core and blooming in your sternum. you deepen the kiss, hungry for him.

"please. want you so bad." he moans between your lips before burying his head in the crevice of your neck and planting hot kisses on your skin.

as he sucks and nibbles at your neck he runs a finger along your drenched panties, prompting a sharp intake of air from you at his touch. in a rushed movement he removes your panties with one hand and begins to massage your throbbing clit in circular motions.

"you're so wet for me already." he remarks breathlessly,

"oh my god, matthew..." you moan in sheer euphoria.

he slides a finger into your core while stimulating your clit with his thumb and you gasp in pleasure. kissing you deeply, he runs his tongue along the line of your teeth and you softly bite his bottom lip in response. matthew slides another finger into your center prompting a deep moan.

"mmnh, keep going," you whimper, the feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the stimulation to your clit almost being too much to bear.

eyes fixated on your face, he begins to rub your clit intermittently. going at it then stopping for a second before repeating the process several times when he felt you were getting close. this only increases your yearning and you whimper in submission, hips grinding to match the pace of his fingers whenever they made contact with your dripping wet core.

head spinning, whimpers escape your lips as he edges you. he begins to space out his movements, going a few more seconds without touching you each time. this drives you insane and you find your body being controlled like a puppet on strings under his touch. your pelvis jerks sharply now whenever his fingers made contact with your clit, mouth muttering indecipherable words, eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed. you feel your climax coming closer already.

"ah, matthew... that feels so good.." you moan softly.

he regards you for a second, taking in your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. the view of you an utter mess just from his fingers sends him on a further descent into madness and he kisses your neck hungrily as if to consume you.

he couldn't take it anymore. he had to take you right here on the floor.

hastily pulling down his pants to reveal his fully grown erection, he pumps it a couple of times before aligning it with your throbbing pussy. running the tip up and down the length of it to wetten his cock. you take a sharp intake of breath in response, head spinning from the stimulation.

just before he enters you, he locks eyes with you and brushes the hair out of your face.

"are you sure?" he breathes, pupils wavering.

you nod with yearning, and he smiles and kisses your forehead.

with painstaking care he pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, allowing your pussy to get used to his size.

you throw your head back and moan as your pussy takes his girthy length, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it throb like crazy. a tear escapes your eye from the pressure. matthew wipes it away gently with the back of his hand and brushes the hair out of your eyes.

"such a good girl. you're taking my cock so well for me." he whispers. the sound of his impassioned voice combined with the feeling of him inside you sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

he fucks you slowly, deliberately, tip hitting your g spot with every impassioned thrust making your pussy clench tantalisingly around his length.

you throw your head back and feel his cool fingers trace the line of your neck running down to your shoulder, where with a gentle tug he undoes the tie of your sundress. the soft material slips off easily revealing your pert breasts. he cups one in his hand and licks tantalisingly at your hardened nipple, biting gently prompting a soft yelp from you.

you run your hands through his thick hair, gazing up at him between half lidded eyes. as you make eye contact he kisses you once again. you moan between his lips in ecstasy at the sensation of his strong hands exploring your body and his soft lips on yours.

in a swift movement he picks you up off the floor and presses your body against the wall, your arms around his neck for support while he hold you by your legs. you gasp as your back makes contact with the cold wall and center throbs once again at his effortless show of strength. his muscled arms flex as they grip your thighs, hips moving rapidly as he begins to pound you.

you cry out deeply as you receive his sloppy thrusts, pussy clenching tighter around his length driving him crazy.

"ah! f-fuck.. oh my god...matthew, i.." you moan desperately, unable to form a sentence at the way the feeling of his cock inside you clouds your mind.

he lets out a moan at the amalgam of sensations you're making him feel; the feeling of being inside your throbbing pussy, the way his arms burn from holding you against the wall, and your fucked out face right before him unable to do anything but stammer and take his cock. eyes watering, cheeks red, face contorted in a visage of pleasure.

he has you laying on the couch beneath him in a flash with your legs wrapped around his thighs while you lay gazing up at him fucking you in a trance, hair a fluffy mess and sweat glistening on his skin.

he's struggling not to cum from the view beneath him, your perfect tits bouncing with the movement driving him insane. you can feel your high slowly creeping up on you as his thrusts grow stronger, prompting a loud moan from you at every single movement.

"fuck.. matthew... i'm close.." you manage to choke out as your eyes flutter closed in euphoria, focusing on feeling how wet your pussy is and the way matthew's cock gradually brings you to orgasm.

"me too. cum for me baby, come on." he rasps.

and the moment washes over you both like water. he moans deeply as he finishes, hot cum pumping inside you while your walls clench around him milking his cock of every drop of cum. simultaneously you moan with your eyes closed and palm on your forehead, hips undulating as you ride out your orgasm.

in a daze, you open your eyes lazily as he pulls out, cum seeping out of your center making your pussy twitch. matthew leans down to kiss you, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. in that moment, you realise just how much you've fallen for him. you kiss back passionately and whisper: "thank you.." through half lidded eyes.

~~

the late afternoon sunshine shines through the net curtains casting an array of shapes onto yours and matthew's skin.

you lay in a tangle of white bedsheets, unclothed and in a state of giggly bliss. matthew's hair is still a little damp from the shower you'd taken together- him insisting on soaping your body and making sure you weren't aching too much from the session. he'd even towelled you dry and brought you snacks afterwards.

and now he's here whispering sweet nothings into your ear and tracing circles on your palm, sunlight shining a golden glow on his milky skin.

you kiss his neck and he lets out a soft laugh, peering down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

"was it not sudden to you?" he asks.

"hm?" you reply.

"what we just did.." he says, sentence trailing off as his cheeks pinken a little.

you laugh at his sudden docility, so different from the boldness he had showed just an hour ago. you prop your head up on your hand then interlock your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes.

"no," you answer. you stroke his knuckles with your thumb softly. 'i've felt this way about you for a while.'

"really?"

"mhmm."

"how didn't i notice before? i mean... i've liked you for a long time."

"because you're stupid." you burst out into giggles. 'why else do you think i bombed it with keeho?'

his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"wait, so... you mean you did that on purpose? because you liked me?"

you laugh and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier."

"hmmm," he replies in mock thought. 'so you seduced me on purpose today?'

"oh, that was completely by chance. i told you im irresistible."

"well, that's true..." he says, before pulling the sheet over your heads and planting a thousand kisses all over your body.

you yelp and laugh and ruffle his hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your waist, before he sinks further down to plant a kiss on your pelvis. he looks up at you like a golden retriever and you both know you're ready to start this all over again.

he smiles that gorgeous smile of his. the smile that's always been there ever since you were kids. your beautiful matthew.

[reminiscingtonight]

Eras Of Us

Alessia Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Had to write something based on Fletcher's Eras of Us

Part Two

[WOSO Masterlist]

You never thought you’d see her again.

Standing in a crowded room, surrounded by your new teammates, there she is. Her hair seems a little blonder, crinkles by her eyes now when she smiles.

“How are you doing--”

“Where have you been--”

It’s quiet as the two of you stare at each other. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest but all you can focus on is the slight twitch at the corner of Alessia’s mouth.

You and Alessia start laughing at the same time. 

Alessia’s shaking her head, finding humor in your synchronized questions while you’re wiping at the tears at the corner of your eyes. 

You can see Lotte watching the two of you from across the room, hell you can see most of the other girls watching you guys interact with intrigue, but all you can focus on is Alessia.

Alessia Russo, England’s stargirl and Arsenal’s new striker. 

Once upon a time she was the girl of your dreams, but there’s no mistaking who she is now.

Alessia Russo, the one who got away.

---

It seems so long ago when you first met Alessia. 

She was still brunette then, back when she first joined North Carolina. You remember strolling into the locker room that first day, instantly clocking the two shy brunettes nervously fidgeting near your locker. 

They looked shocked when you politely asked if they could move, the slightly shorter one standing right in front of your locker.

The first thing you noticed was her English accent as a slew of apologies came flying out, the younger girl’s face steadily turning redder and redder with embarrassment as the seconds ticked by. It wasn’t until you placed a hand on her arm that her mouth snapped shut, eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t worry about it. Is this your guys’ first year here?” The question was rhetorical. You knew the roster of the team like the back of your hand.

Alessia Russo and Lotte Wubben-Moy, two of England’s most promising rising stars. You would be lying if you said the blue-eyed girl didn’t intrigue you more than the other. The truth was, ever since receiving the updated roster from your coach a couple weeks ago all you could think about was the English girl. You’ve seen the videos, watched her skills for hours on end. She’d be a good addition to the team, but there was definitely a more personal reason as to why you found her so captivating.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

The sparkle in her eyes as Alessia shook your hand told you everything you needed to know. 

When a mistimed tackle in practice later that day led to the taller girl pressed tight on top of you, you’re unable to stop your brain from going there. 

She’s had a wide doe-eyed look on her face all day but now the panic was back. Alessia scrambled to get off of you but you couldn’t stop the bubbly laugh from leaving your lips. 

There was a toothy grin on your face when she risked another look back down at you. 

“Well this is one way to say hello.”

Alessia flushed red when you winked and right there, right when she offered you a hand to get back onto your feet, you knew you were hooked. 

And just like a movie, Alessia Russo became a drug you could never get enough of. 

---

“Maybe the Courage will draft me.”

Alessia was tucked into your side, teary-eyed as you tried your best to reassure her. The two of you had been dating close to a year when your career after college started becoming more and more like a reality. Like something that could actually happen.

Playing in the NWSL was a no brainer. Soccer was your life, had been ever since you could remember being able to walk. Your goal was always to make it big. To play for a great club and to represent your country at an international level. But now you had other people to think about. You had Alessia to think about.

Just the thought of not being near her made your heart ache.

Call it young, dumb love, but it was what it was. You loved Alessia and didn’t want to be anywhere she wasn’t.

Alessia was there to hold your hand when it was announced that you were being drafted to Seattle. She hugged you before you went up to the stage, was there to take pictures with you after. 

“It’ll be okay. We’ll make it work.”

She kissed you goodbye at the airport, the first of many trips you’d take between North Carolina and Washington. 

Settling into life as a professional soccer player was hard. Your teammates could only do so much to help distract you from missing your girlfriend. You and Alessia facetimed as much as possible, taking turns flying to see one another between both of your busy schedules.

It was hard but the two of you made it work.

And then the pandemic struck.

Your season ended before it could really start and suddenly you found yourselves stuck on opposite sides of the country. 

“I’m going back to England.”

You hadn’t been able to physically see or touch Alessia for almost half of a year when she dropped the news. There was no denying the way the blood all but drained from your face. 

Alessia was nervous, you could tell by the way she was chewing on her lip through the screen, and right there, right in that moment, you wished for nothing more than to be able to be next to her. To hug her, to kiss her. To tell her everything would be alright. 

You weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

But you told her it would be. With tears falling down both of your cheeks, with the uncertainty of your future hanging over both of your heads, you promised each other the same thing as before. 

“It’ll be okay. We’ll make it work.”

---

You and Alessia broke up before the year ended.

---

The answer was clear when Arsenal approached you with an offer.

Your childhood bedroom was decorated wall-to-wall with gunner memorabilia, your love for the North London team clear as day to everyone who knew you. 

You’ve been playing in Seattle for all of your career so far, but Laura understood your desire for something more. 

Leaving the team was hard. Especially more so since it was still the middle of the season at that point. But you couldn’t deny that a part of you was excited for the change. 

It was hard to ignore the notification that seemed to engrave itself into your brain the second you saw it. 

[alessiarusso99 liked your post]

You thought you were seeing things when it first popped up. It seemed fitting to post about your move overseas with a picture of you dressed in your new jersey, but never would you have thought Alessia would react to it. 

Especially since the two of you hadn’t talked once or interacted with each other since the break up three years ago.

But then you saw the news a couple days later.

Alessia Russo Signs With Arsenal.

Of course you heard the rumors. Of the clear rift between the Manchester United striker and her club. 

You heard the rumors but you didn’t know if they were true. 

Now you did.

Alessia was headed to the gunners and so were you, and for the first time in years you were going to see her again. 

---

You look up when you feel the soft nudge at your knee. 

Alessia’s looking down at you, fingers nervously playing with her top. 

You can’t stop your eyes from roving over the younger girl. It’s like no time has passed since you last saw her in person. 

You thought you were over Alessia, that the sting of your heartbreak had long faded. 

But standing here, finally face to face with Alessia, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Suddenly it was like you were 23 again, throwing your phone across the room in a fit of anger after Alessia hung up the phone with you. The sting of countless missed facetimes haunted your dreams as you woke up to a dark room and even darker realization that the English girl was no longer yours. It was both of your faults that things bubbled over enough for Alessia to finally call things off, but a part of you, still deeply in love with her, wanted to paint Alessia out as the villain. 

So yes, there was hurt. But you couldn’t deny the love that you still felt as well. 

Because then you were back in college again, bringing flowers for Alessia as you nervously asked her out on your first date. The ghost of Alessia playing with the babyhairs near your neck as she cuddled you to sleep burned deep into your skin. Your heart sang when you stole quick kisses from her minutes before hopping back onto the plane that took you back to Seattle.

You’re starting over at a new team in a new country but it feels like nothing has changed.

Alessia Russo still had a firm grip on your heart. 

And you’re not sure if you would have it any other way.  

You smile at her.

Alessia smiles back. 

“How are you doing?”

[coquitokisses]

Someone send me ideas to write something about Steve Rogers lmaooo/

Steve and the reader (agent) hate each other. She's close to becoming an avenger, but Steve doesn't like her cause she's really sassy and naughty, they end up getting paired in a mission together and get trapped 😉

Insufferable | Steve Rogers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!avenger reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of claustrophobia and an anxiety/panic attack, it was supposed to be an enemies-to-kinda lovers but I didn’t really get to the “lovers” part so it’s an enemies-to-kinda friends-to-eventually kinda lovers I guess? Lmao

Summary: Steve doesn’t really get along with reader and they end up getting paired up in a mission. While they’re at it, they both get trapped in a room for a few minutes and reader is claustrophobic… but Steve doesn’t know that and when he sees her like that, it kinda changes how he feels about her

A/n: thanks to the person who sent me this! I hope you like it and I hope I was able to bring your idea to life! I honestly don’t know how I got this idea, but here we are lol (also, I’m not claustrophobic so everything I wrote was based off an article I read on google, so, sorry if it’s not accurate)

“I’m not going with her.” Steve said in a more serious tone as soon as he heard Fury telling him that he had to go on this mission with none other than you “Send me with Bucky.”

You and Steve have a complicated relationship. A very complicated one. He just can’t stand you, as simple as that. Ever since you started working at SHIELD, he never really got along with you because of your very outgoing personality. Steve would use the word “bratty” whenever he would complain to Bucky or Natasha about you saying that you always had a response to everything. They, of course, didn’t have a problem with you at all, in fact, you got along pretty well with everyone.

Except America’s sweet golden boy who apparently is a little uptight and he just simply doesn’t know how to have fun.

“You’re in no position to give orders, miss Y/L/N will be assisting you in this mission, end of discussion.” Fury replied

“Just send Sam, hell, send Scott for all I care.” Steve said, almost praying, begging to god that Fury changed his mind and changed his partner for this mission

“No and no, I need Wilson, he’s on another mission with Natasha and Barnes.” He responded

“What about Clint?”

“He’s having some well deserved family vacations. I want you and Y/L/N in the mission since you two are the most qualified to do it.” He said “You leave in 30 minutes, anything else?”

Steve just sighed. “No, sir.”

“Good, then I’ll see you for your mission report.”

After that, Steve left Fury’s office and just headed to the jet since he was already suited up knowing that the whole team was gonna be busy today. Once he got there, he saw you talking to one of the guys from comms and Maria.

“Excited to be paired up with moi, handsome?” You said once Steve was closer to you two

He rolled his eyes. “Thrilled.”

Maria chuckled. “This is gonna be so good.” She looked back at you “Good luck, I feel like you’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, probably.” You sighed and then gave her a small smile “Thanks.”

(…)

“We go down the bridge, we go in from the sewers and then..” Steve was explaining the plan but you interrupted him

“I’m sorry, the sewers?” You lifted your head to look at him “I thought Fury said that we had easy access to this base.”

“This is easy access, there are no cameras, no sensors that could detect us and definitely no people.” Steve explained

“The base is abandoned.” You reminded

“What makes you think that they don’t have it under observation?”

You lift your hand and pinch the bridge of your nose softly. “I should’ve gone with Bucky and Nat.”

“Can I finish?” Steve looked at you

You sighed. “Go on.”

“Once we’re in, we just need to make our way to the office so we can get the files and get out.” He finished explaining “Questions?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re supposed to also grab some vials from the laboratory, how the hell are we gonna do that?”

“We can split up.”

“Split up? So you can leave me there?”

He shrugged. “Don’t tempt me.” He said lifting his head to look at you

You gave him a small sarcastic smile as you crossed your arms. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You go to the lab, I get the files, okay?”

You just nodded in response. Each of you got an earpiece and then walked out of the jet before heading down a hill, which was covered by snow, by the way, to get below the bridge. You managed to get to the sewers and with Steve’s help, you both got inside.

“I swear, Fury do this on purpose.” You let out a sigh

“I’m starting to think the same thing.” Steve replied

“Aw, what? Can’t be alone with me in the dark?” You turned around and he squinted when the flashlight you were holding hit his face

“You’re sick.” He rolled his eyes “And watch out, you’re gonna fall.”

“You’re worrying about me, that’s cute.”

“I’m not but unfortunately, I need you alive and well to get this over with.”

“Ouch.” Your brows furrowed a little “I know you hate me, no need to remind me.”

“Can we just get the mission done?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Aye aye, captain.”

You honestly didn’t really cared. You knew Steve didn’t like you since the very first day you started working with them. But there wasn’t really anything you could do, you got along with pretty much everyone else, except him. Which at first was obviously kinda devastating and made you feel like shit because the Captain America didn’t like you. You thought that it was something you had done or that you needed to change something. But with time you figured that it wasn’t, it was him, only him, who didn’t like you.

And yes, you knew that the main reason was because of your attitude and your personality, because apparently being a very outgoing person and a big extrovert was something that didn’t quite mix well with Mr. America. He sometimes compared you to Tony, which you didn’t mind at all, it was flattering really. The Tony Stark? That was a compliment.

You’ve tried to win him over but nothing has really worked so you kinda gave up. What else could you do? He wasn’t gonna change his opinion of you and honestly, you didn’t really cared.

You guys split up and you started searching for the lab while Steve went to take the files. Everything was dark, you could hear some water droplets falling from afar and you were already sweating.

“Alright, I got the files, where are you?” After a few minutes, Steve’s voice sounded through the earpiece

“I think I just found the lab.” You replied as you tried opening the door but it was stuck “You need to come open this fucking door because I can’t.” You wiped your hands on your pants

“I’m on my way.”

Steve was there in a few minutes and he helped you open the door so you could both get into the laboratory.

“They’re supposed to have a yellowish or a…” Steve started saying before you cut him off

“Or a reddish substance, I know, I paid attention during the meeting.” You said as you made your way into a room that was divided by a white plastic curtain

You used your flashlight and found the vials, they were on a shelf in a little box.

“I found them.” You announced walking towards the vials

You heard Steve’s footsteps behind you and then you got up in a chair that was there so you could grab the vials since they were pretty far. As soon as you picked up the box, both of you heard a noise coming from behind and when you turned around, right where the curtain was, a door closed trapping you both inside the room.

“You’re fucking kidding.” You said immediately getting off from the chair and leaving the vials on the table

Steve went and tried to open it by kicking it and punching it but it was useless. Not even a scratch on that door.

“Did I just trapped us in here?” You pressed the palm of your hand over your forehead

“Seems like it.” Steve replied letting out a frustrated sigh

You were hoping, praying to god that the door somehow opened.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You said under your breath

You were claustrophobic and something about being trapped in a small room—just with your flashlights—that’s underground it’s not helping at all.

“There’s gotta be a button or something that can open the door from inside.” You heard Steve say but you were too busy trying to control your breathing so you don’t have a panic attack

You felt your hands sweaty and you could swear your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You left your flashlight on the table with shaky hands and decided to sit on the chair that you were standing just a few minutes ago.

You could hear Steve’s voice but to you it all sounded muffled and like he was talking to you from afar, when he was literally just a few feet away from you. You weren’t even paying attention and you couldn’t understand a word he was saying since you were too busy trying to calm yourself down.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me, Y/N?” That was the only sentence you heard loud and clear

“Oh my god, would you please just stop talking for a fucking moment?! I swear to god I’m about to pass out.”

He turned around to look at you, ready to start bickering with you about the way you just snapped at him, but when he saw that you had your face hidden in your hands and how fast you were breathing and the way you were shaking your leg. And not to mention, with that super hearing of his, he could hear your heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” He asked a little worried actually

“No! I’m not okay!” You blurted out with shaky voice

He has never seen you like this. You were always so bubbly and so active and talkative that it really surprised him to see you like this.

You took a deep breath before talking because you knew your voice was gonna come out shaky as hell again since you were trying very hard not to cry. “I’m having a little panic attack and I just need you to stay quiet for a moment until I can pull myself together, okay?”

“Uh.. can I do anything to help other than stay quiet?”

You sighed. “I don’t know and my mind really doesn’t want to think of something right now.”

A soft “okay” left his lips as he walked from one side to another trying to think of something that could help you. And then something popped up on his head.

He remembered that when Bucky was finally free from Hydra, he would still get nightmares and sometimes he would have anxiety, like, bad. Steve was always there to help him and he read somewhere online about techniques to help calm a panic or anxiety attack in case it’d ever get to that point. Luckily he didn’t but he did helped him with a few things he read.

Maybe he can help you too. And he really needs you to get this done, it’s not like he can just leave you behind.

“Okay, wanna do the 5-4-3-2-1 method?” He turned around to look at you

“I- I don’t know, what are you even talking about?” You lifted your head to look at him

“It’s like a grounding technique, it’s supposed to help you get distracted.” He explained “Wanna try it?”

“Whatever, I don’t know!” You sobbed covering your face again

“Okay, uh.. look at five objects.” He said

“Wh- what?” You looked at him “Steve, I-“

“Just do it, come on.” He moved his flashlight so the room could be more bright “Five objects.”

“Uhhh..” you were trying to take deep breaths while also looking around to find five objects “Um, the flashlight.” You pointed at your flashlight that was on the table

“Okay, give me another one.”

“The table.”

“Three more.”

“Uhh.. I don’t know.” You ran a hand through your hair, your eyes still scanning the room “Uh, the vials.”

“Good, give me another one.”

“The chair.” You muttered

“Only one more.”

“Um..” you swallow “I don’t know, my boots?”

“Okay, that was good.” He nods “Now listen to four different sounds.”

“Listen?“ you scoffed “Here?”

“You can do it, come on.”

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on your surroundings—aka, the room you were trapped in—trying to listen to a noise or a sound that you could mention. Steve could already hear your heart rate slowing down a little.

“There’s water leaking.” You said softly as you focused on the water droplets falling on the floor somewhere in the room

“Good, what else?”

“Um..” you sniffled “My heart.” You lifted a hand to your chest feeling the beats of your heart against it

“Two more.” He said

“My foot tapping on the floor.” You replied

“You’re doing good, just one more.”

“…Your voice.”

“Okay that was good, now touch three objects.” He told you

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes

You moved your hand to the table and you touched your flashlight.

Your heart rate was starting to go back to normal.

“Good, touch something else.”

You looked around and then down to your body and saw that you had your gun in your holster so you dragged your hand there.

“One more.”

You lifted your hand to the table again and this time you touched the box where the vials were.

“Now identify two smells.” He says

You took a deep breath taking in the smell in the room, trying to identify two at least.

“Humidity.” You replied

“Yeah, what else?”

“Sweat.” You say pretty obvious

Steve let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, now name one thing you can taste, this is the last one.”

You swallowed trying to figure out what you could taste in your mouth.

“I still have the taste of the spicy cinnamon gum I was chewing when we got here.” You said

“Good.” He nodded lightly “You feel better?”

You took a moment and realized that you actually were feeling better. No more trouble breathing, your heart didn’t want to beat out of your chest, your hands weren’t sweaty or shaky and you even stopped shaking your leg.

“I do, actually.” You nodded “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He replied with a small shrug “Now, do you think you could help me figure out a way to get out of here?”

You stood up from the chair and looked around, using your flashlight, until you looked up and saw some vents.

“What if we use those?” You pointed with your flashlight

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, but we can’t really stay here, can we?” You looked at him

“Alright, let’s do it then.”

You grabbed the vials and then Steve moved the chair so you both could climb up to the vents. He opened it and then got off the chair so you could go first.

You were just looking up thinking how the hell you were gonna do this. “I’ll be right behind you.” You heard him say

You looked down again and he offered you his hand, you took it and he helped you get on the chair and up the vent.

“Oh my god, oh my god..” you started saying, your voice echoing in the vents “I’m coming down, I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He said putting his hand on your ankle “And you can’t come down because I’m already here so.”

“Oh my god.” You say, taking deep breaths trying to calm down

“You’re okay.”

“I’m dizzy..” you muttered “Oh my god.. I’m gonna throw up.”

“Hey.” He gave you a small pat on your leg “Okay, talk to me, what would you like to do when we get out of here?”

“Lay in the snow.” You replied starting to slowly move forward “I’m so hot..”

“What about when we get to the compound? What are you planning on doing?”

“Um..” you swallowed closing your eyes trying to focus on not to vomit “Take a very long shower.”

Steve managed to keep your mind busy while you guys found the exit and without even noticing, you were feeling a whole lot better. You weren’t nauseous anymore and being in that small space wasn’t really bothering you since you were too busy focusing on what he was asking you.

After a few minutes, you guys finally got out of the vents and were getting out of the base.

“Wait! Where are the files?” You turned to look at Steve

“Ah shit, I think I left them in the lab.” He rolled his eyes

“Are you kidding me? We went through all that for what then?”

He reached behind him and took out the yellow folder from his back. “You went through all that.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept on walking towards the jet. “Very funny.”

“You know, I never would’ve thought that someone like you would be claustrophobic.”

“Someone like me?” You raised an eyebrow

“A smart mouth.”

“Look who’s talking, the man who always have something to say to every single thing I say or do.”

“See? That just proves my point.” He said and you could hear a hint of cockiness in his voice

You hated when he was like that.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, dude.”

“Hey, I thought you said you wanted to lay in the snow before we left.” He said

You turned around to look at him and he raised his brows at you. Your eyes went down to the ground watching how white and pretty the snow looked.

“I feel okay now.” You replied

“You sure? We’re not in a rush.” He continued walking until he was next to you

“Why are you being so nice?” You crossed your arms

He just stared at you for a few seconds before responding. “I’ll stop being nice then.”

“You literally hate me.” You turned around to continue your walk to the jet which was not too far now

He looked at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He didn’t hate you. Yeah, you weren’t his favorite person and he didn’t really like you, but hate was a strong word.

You were very close to the jet already when all of a sudden, you feel him pushing you so hard making you fall into a small mound of snow.

You gasped and quickly lifted your head to look at him.

“I don’t hate you.” He said walking passed you and you were just sitting there covered in snow looking at him, mouth slightly opened since you didn’t expect him to actually push you

“Dick..” you muttered as you got up

+ + +

Back at the compound, you went to medical, it was kinda mandatory after each mission to check that everything was okay.

Steve didn’t really bothered to go since he heals faster because of the serum. Not that he was injured anyway. Buy he usually skips that part unless he’s injured really bad.

He was standing outside of the infirmary watching as one of the paramedics was checking your blood pressure.

“So,” Nat’s voice made Steve turn his head in her direction “I heard Y/N didn’t enjoy this mission.”

“She’s okay now.” He said turning his head back to the glass to look at you

“And why are you here?”

“Just making sure everything’s fine.”

“Thought you hated her.”

He looked at her. “I don’t hate her.”

“You act like you do.” Nat shrugged

“Well I don’t.” He replied “She’s just really annoying.”

They both saw when you and the paramedic exchanged some words before he handed you a paper. You thanked him and then Natasha quickly left before you walked out of the infirmary, stopping as soon as you saw Steve standing there.

“Hi?” You looked at him frowning a little

“Hi.” He replied

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you continue to walk, him walking right next to you

“Just checking.” He shrugs “What did they say?” He looked down at the paper

“Oh, um.. they want me to talk to the psychologist.” You roll your eyes as you scrunched the paper into a ball “That won’t be happening.” You say with a low chuckle

His lips curved into a small smile. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am, Rogers, my blood pressure is back to normal.”

“Good, that’s good.” He nods

“Sooo, um..” you cleared your throat “I guess I’ll see you around.” You say with a shrug “I told Wanda I was gonna help her in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said “It’s not like you’re leaving anytime soon anyway.”

“That’s right.” You smiled “I’ll see you later.”

He just gave you a small smile, a very small one, before you continued walking towards the elevator.

He did wanted you gone, but now.. not so much.

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A/n: I think I can make more parts to this 👀

Likes and reblogs will be appeciated!

divider creds @cafekitsune

[blogfullofemos]

My Look Precedes Me

Based from this picture:

Synopsis: You're sitting on Eddie's bed with nothing but homework dispersed around you. And well... Baby has been in the corner... FOR FAR TOO LONG!!!

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: explicit words and a lot of angst. Italics is for flashbacks. I also believe that Eddie is very anxiety ridden, like moi. So yeah. Do what you will with that lol. Also has been proofread multiple times. (I wanna give you the best of the best okay 🥲)

Pairing: Eddie Munson + female reader

Lastly thank you so so so so so much for the shockingly amazing amount of feedback I received on my last 2 Eddie Munson blurbs. Thank you for the hearts, reblogs, and follows. Also I love the commentary cuz yes this man indeed drives me feral. But at times, he's just like me. 😭 Enjoy and let me know how you feel darling.

Eddie’s antsy. Eddie’s pissed. Better yet, if he has to deal with this any longer!! Eddie’s going to bring the upside down, downside up!! Or however the fuck they would reverse it. Sitting on a bean bag at the corner of his room, Eddie blatantly stares at you with furrowed brows. Wearing nothing but his favorite, black-ripped skinny jeans, his right leg bounces rapidly. His guitar resting still from the action as his hands fidgets all around it. Rolling his brown eyes, he presses his hand against his bottom lip to bite at the skin. Trying his best to distract himself from his fuming impatience. 

     For 2 and a half weeks, you’ve been…. Distant. And with no reason. The first week you started to make conversations between you two short, didn’t acknowledge when he wanted to make you the priority, and lastly you didn’t answer his phone calls. At all. You’re his girlfriend, right? Obsessively he checked if you still sported his guitar pick necklace. His heart finding some semblance of solace, as he watched your habit of twirling the pick between your fingers when talking to others, never stopped. 

“Hey… Uh-umm are we o-okay?” he asks shakily. With his hands in his pockets, he picks at the skin on his fingers. Clammy, heart burning, and thoughts racing for the worst; he kept his focus trained on the gravel crunch of his shoes. Never wanting you to see the fear anticipating to implode if his assumptions rang true. “You’re too in your head, Eds.” you giggle softly. Trying to break the unnerving silence, you scatter tiny rocks with a kick but nothing changes. You give it a few more steps. “Eddie?” you say, looking beside you with worry. Taken aback, you whip your head to look behind you. With a 4ft distance, Eddie stood still. His curls lightly drift with the wind as his head remains drooped. ‘Then why didn’t you notice I stopped? You must be in your head too.’ he thinks as a sniffle betrays him. In an instant, he hears you drop the scholarly books you held close to you and run towards him. “Eddie, baby..”, “Eds you’ve done nothing wrong..”, “Baby its me, not you okay.” you rush out. And with perfect deflection, you kissed him deeply.

      The 2nd week was pure Hell. You made it your mission to not cross paths anytime during class hours, and when it came to lunch. You would just sit next to him, hold his hand, and if he was lucky you would laugh at a joke he made. Eye contact was the least of your worries.

“Sooo what’s happening here?” Steve abruptly asks as he dips his french fry into ketchup. Sitting across from you at the table, Steve quirks his brow at you as your focus snaps to him. Successfully cutting your convo with Robin down completely.  “What do you mean?” you laugh off.

“Well Lisa needs me.” Robin announces, quickly freeing herself from the table. Your eyebrow raises at her sudden departure, but she just smiles and waves before scurrying to whatever table Lisa is at. Who even is Lisa? You don’t realize Eddie profusely shaking his head at Steve, before smacking his hand on his face as Steve clears his throat. “You and Eddie.” you look at Eddie with confusion. With his hand covering his mouth and nose flared, he just stares at Steve. “Something’s off.” Steve finishes, biting his ketchup covered french fry. Eddie squeezes your intertwined hand with his, needing to break your inquisitive eyes from his teetering restraint. Even if it was just for a moment. Steve chuckles, “I mean…” he takes another bite to a fry “Why are you-?”

“Steve. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Eddie warns, trying his best to keep his hands at where they were.

“No. Munson. It’s… “ Steve slowly pushes the styrofoam plate aside, contemplating his next words wisely. Your eyes searched for what was to come out of Steve's mouth, but he sighs. “You are no Madonna.” Steve points at you, “And YOU!!” he points at Eddie “Are no Sean Penn!!”. In seconds your jaw drops, milk splatters onto Steve as Eddie tosses its small carton at his head, and Steve is now over the table grappling Eddie.

    The taste of iron seeps within his mouth as he recollects himself from his triggering memories. Slapping his hands on each side of his bean bag chair, he shoots himself off of it. Quickly catching his guitar from falling, he swiftly places its strap on his shoulder. “I wrote a song for you.” he says heated, snatching the sheet you were filling out and crumbling it. 

“EDS!!” you yell out in shock, trying to snatch the balled-up paper from him but he puts it in his mouth. Before you could even say anything, he scratches his pick against his guitar strings. The scratchy sounds reverberating throughout his room loudly, since he always has his amp on max. Chewing the paper, he strums a quick solo, spitting the saliva-soaked blob at you. Disgusted you watch him headbang to a heavy riff, “WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME ALONG, SO FUCKING HIGH STRUNG, ANOTHER DAY OF THIS AND WE’LL BE DONE!!” he bursts out, strumming his guitar strings like he was punching it. 

    Your heart sank as he continues the angry riff, his brown eyes twitching as tears slowly begin to creep their way out. “LOVE YOU BUT IT JUST SEEMS TO BE FUN, YEAH EDDIE, THAT’S A GOOD ONE!! DOES SHE LOVE YOU, DOES SHE EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE WANTS!!” he continues. The vein in his neck protrudes from how loud he was screaming. You nibble on your bottom lip, your eyes welling up, but Eddie didn’t care to stop. Because when did you ever 'cared' to stop? Your intense stare never once faltering as he stalks towards your laid-back body. “CUZ IF SHE WANTS TO UP AND R-.” his voice cracks as his eyes winces, heavy tears running down his cheeks. His nose flares as he struggles to breathe, his hands not keeping up the harsh tempo. Opening his mouth, you scream “MY PARENTS ARE PLANNING TO SEND ME AWAY!!”.

“What?” Steve says, thrown back and silencing his guitar strings eerie screeching. Finally, you explain your past actions followed by a full blown breakdown. Believing you were invincible, your father always seemed to catch you in an act. And this one labelled you his grandest mistake. During a rage fit, “NO DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE WITH A DRUGGED-OUT LOSER!!” you repeated to Eddie. Causing Eddie to turn away from you, walk a few steps away, and plop on the end of his bed. Your father gave you an ultimatum. If you chose Eddie, he would send you away to live with your great grandmother. Well more like take care of your prudish great-grandmother. But if you chose different, then life goes as usual. And the only way he knew you weren't seeing Eddie, is if you focused on getting your grades up. Eddie looks up to his ceiling, bemused on how oblivious he was in all of this. The puzzle finally putting itself together.

     “BUT- but I choose you Eddie.” you cry, quickly placing your hand on top of his. Eddie stared at the walls while you vented out your frustration, silently crying. He hates your dad. But he understood his smothering defense. If they were to reverse roles, he would've done the same. But God he felt so wrong for placing all of his pent-up rage towards you. It wasn’t you who was pulling away, it was your family prying you off of him. Broken, he finally looks at you with soaked lashes, “A drugged-out loser huh.” he sadly repeats your father’s remark. You pout. Bringing him close, you rest his head on your chest. The strong sound of your heart beat causing him to sob.

As it was the first time he ever heard a precious thing give texture to his ostracized existence.

[murasaki-cha]

Cale and the Soos but Gen Z

(ft. Choi Han, Alberu and Rosalyn)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Cale: when I say I have "main character energy," I mean the nerdy introvert with anxiety and a general distaste for humans - Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Cale* Cale: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10. -

Cale: Babygirl I have health problems that would make a grown man cry- yeah of course I'm still going to work what are you talking about

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Cale: I love having trauma from an alarmingly young age because when I can't remember stuff from my childhood I get to play a game called "Is This Normal Memory Loss From Growing Up, Or Do I Have Severe Trauma-Induced Memory Repression?" Choi Jung Soo: Oh word Alberu: Preach Choi Han: Fr Eruhaben: Genuinely what in the- Sui Khan: Louder Eruhaben: YOU ARE 13 WHA-

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Sui Khan: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Sui Khan: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.' Cale pointing: You see where I got it from?

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Rosalyn, eating cake: No wonder Marie Antoinette didn't give a fuck, this shit is good Cale: so true girl

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Cale: when Billie Eillish said "I cant escape the way I love you" every gen z kid with attachment issues felt that Alberu: So you felt that? Cale: I felt that too much Alberu: Also who is Billie Eillish? Choi Jung Soo slamming the door open: bITC-

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Cale: bitches b like “I'm baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

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Rosalyn going to her lesson with Eruhaben: Eruhaben-nim, are we cooking today or what! Eruhaben: Rosalyn, we aren’t… in the kitchen?

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Cale: With all this tasks I'm getting from the gods sometimes I wish I was Jared 19 so I never read Birth Of A Hero...

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Alberu: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so... Cale: Mood

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Heavenly Demon: do you guys know the meaning of patriarchy? Choi Jung Soo: I prefer Spongebob tbh Heavenly Demon: One more word from you Sword Demon and I swear-

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Cale: Can I go outside to say a word to god? Choi Han: Yea. Rosalyn: You go outside and start yelling ‘hey what the heck are you!- then ZAP! Cale: I've questioned god before and I haven't died yet.

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Choi Jung Soo: I so wish I had a cat personality but I have such a dog personality like I would do everything for your approval, do you want me to fetch your stick just for a lil treat , hell yeah I would with pleasure! Choi Han: Oh that's what it was!

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Choi Jung Soo: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? *Sees Sui Khan's cute 13 yo child appearance staring daggers at him* Choi Jung Soo: Imagine the toll.

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Cale: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

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Cale: A weight blanket is not enough I need to be compressed into a .zip file

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Cale with a wine glass in hand: Existence is the enemy The group also with wine glasses in their hands: Cheers to that

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Cale: Sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. Not that complex

[heartavenue]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ • Word Association •⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ

this is a shifting exercise by @zaddizu thank you so much for doing this I had so much fun making this post <3 answering this for my better cr #permashifting

⟡ music . . . music is so so so important to me here. one thing Love LOVES is music, in fact! I love it so much that I attend a performing arts academy with my focus being dance! however I do write, sing, and produce my own music. ever since I was a little girl I loved music and dance, I mean I used to sit there and watch music video with my sister for hours. after which the two of us would come together to replicate the choreography from our favorite ones. it is my dream to be a dancer in this reality, whether I be a choreographer or a back up dancer to some big time celeb it doesn't matter as long as I can move my feet.

Now here are some songs that reminds me of my

Someone- Min Jiwoon

Telephone- Lady Gaga & Beyonce

Video Phone- Beyonce ft Lady Gaga

Automatic- Red Velvet

Only- Lee Hi

Like I Love You- Justin Timberlake

yes, I do realize this is such a random assortment of songs nonetheless these are the ones!

⟡ adrenaline . . . one word: performing. that is what gets my adrenal glands going. I mean getting up in front of all those people and giving them my best shot? oh please that is beyond nervewracking! one moment that gave me such an adrenaline rush was when I was auditioning for Shake It Up, having to dance in front of a hundred others was just so rushing. but I enjoyed it so much! and hey I got on the show so it all worked out in the end (as per usual.)

⟡ colour . . . pink. (for moi ofc) for this I think I'm going to assign each member of my family a color that is just them. my mom: brown, sage green, rustic yellow, and dark orange. my dad: deep blue, dark purple, gray, white, and black. my brothers (the twins operate as one trust) black, white, and silver. my sister: rouge, maroon, dark brown, and eggshell.

⟡ love . . . I immediately thought about my s/o, my first and only love. I don't really like talking about her solely because she is a precious treasure that I am very cautious and possessive of. she is so personal and special to me that I don't want the thought of her to be inside of anyone's head except mine. is this a little crazy? maybe but she's all mine, she's all me.

⟡ happiness . . . my girlfriend, my family, more specifically, my sister, my music, dancing, iced coffee, matcha, home cooked meals, producing, creating, beauty, fashion, art, dr pepper, arnold palmers, vivienne westwood, Prada, Christian dior, juicy corture, and my vintage classic pink Cadillac. that is what brings me happiness.

⟡ touch . . . cause you been so out of touch touch touch touch touch (I had to do it) for this one I also immediately thought of my s/o therefore I will not expound anymore on this.

⟡ mess . . . I have the midas touch, or in my case the love touch everything I touch turns into utter perfection. "mess" isn't even in my vocabulary, next!

⟡ items . . . Prada bag, le creuset dishware, my pretty pink carabiner, Christian louboutin pink heels, my ballet shoes, Dior lip oil, black card, and my Vivienne westwood everything.

⟡ sentimentalism . . . mhm I'm going to say the way I still hold on to my childhood things, my dolls, CDs, hell arts and crafts even! I just hold on to so much stuff because they all hold such great memories.

⟡ art . . . this one oddly made me think of Michaelangelo I have no idea why? but we have artworks all over my house, we need art. I mean I go to a performing arts school, music, dance, theater, painting all of those are under the art umbrella. I don't mind stopping by a painting and gazing at it for a few seconds, I even plan on going the louvre one day to see the famous painting myself. art is wonderful, it keeps the world going. hell I think everyone in my family is an artist of some sort, my sister is a fashion designer and my brothers can produce the hell out of something. art is in our blood.

⟡ adventure . . . everyday here. everyday. my family and I go on vacation every summer to a new spot so trust me my life is pretty adventurous.

⟡ quiet . . . in the arms of my lover.

⟡ home . . . my childhood home, I mean I still live there. that house is my home, no matter where I go I will always long for my house. that house is apart of me, it is my refuge, it is my favorite vacation spot, it is where my favorite memories where made.

[lestapiastrisgirl]

Just a random thought, but will they try to learn each others languages.

Max and Charles already know english, but if they randomly start speaking in australian slang(i think that is the words, not sure). Like thong instead of flip flops.

Maybe oscar overhears max on the phone ones and tey to learn some words he hears max say sometimes. And then come to the conclusion he had learnt a german word instead of dutch and max is just laughing

Or french because Charles likes to use nicknames and he looks up what they all mean and says them back.

I just saw that video of oscar trying to respond in french to the reporter, so that is why this is on my mind

Have a good day🩵

Okay I always saw that video and Osc is sooo adorable!

I’m in LOVE with this concept, but let’s approach it from a slightly different angle.

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Oscar had been preparing his little speech for a while now. It wasn’t a proposal, per se, but it sure as hell felt like one.

Planning to tell the two people you loved more that anything that they were it for you, felt pretty damn close to what wedding vows were always attempting to capture.

So, no, he wasn’t proposing.

He was declaring.

Max and Charles were his end all, be all.

He needed to make sure they knew that. Make sure they understood that their age difference didn’t matter, that the world outside of Red Bull, Ferrari, and McLaren (oops, spoilers!) meant nothing to him without the two of them by his side. That their lifestyle choices and business dealings will never overshadow what the three of them meant to one another.

Rehearsing what he was going to say he been more challenging that he would have expected. He was rarely alone. If he left the apartment, it was usually with Max. When he was home, Charles was attached at his hip. The lack of space was never suffocating though.

Quite the opposite actually.

He had always craved this closeness, desired a connection with someone the way he had with Max and Charles now. His loner status wasn't a choice. It never had been. Maybe his mistake had been spilling that to Charles one night when he thought their words were being swallowed up my the traffic noise just outside the open window. Or it could've been when Max caught Oscar staring longingly at him and Charles curled up on the couch together without him. That had been the first and only time he hadn't been invited to sit between them during movie night.

"Vous l'étez pour moi." (You are it for me.)

The French had been the easier part.

Oscar had found himself picking up phrases here and there from Charles. It was the native language of their home country after all. He had grown up around French. It rolled off the tongue easily. "Merde" in frustration, a sleepy "bonjour" in the morning. "Merci" fell from his lips more often than "thank you" nowadays.

Dutch had been a different story entirely.

He wasn't even sure that the language had actually been invented by humans. Oscar's mouth may have been skilled at many things, but forming the shape for the sounds of the Dutch language to come out correctly was not one of them. It took days. Weeks. His pronunciation was still rubbish though. He just hoped Max wouldn't laugh at him.

He needed each of them to know. To know in their own languages. To know he was here, that he was committed to them. That their love traversed time and space, language barriers and all. Oscar was determined.

Tonight over dinner, he would let them know. He would make sure they knew.

"Ik zal de rest van mijn leven van jullie twee houden." (I will love the two of you for the rest of my life.)

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OKAY SO THIS MAY MAKE IT INTO THE STORY. THANK YOU.