#i also didn't proofread this so expect terrible grammar

[slutforsturns]

Could you do a fluff/smut fic where reader doesn’t think Chris is around and is practicing what she wants to say to tell him she reallyyyy likes him. Chris ends up overhearing it and ends in smut. 🩷🫶🏼

of course! thank you so much for the request <333

i like you - chris sturniolo

warnings: creampie, slight masturbation, p in v, unprotected s3x, begging, fingering, just a *tiny* bit of degradation, mirror s3x, edging, cumming, etc.

a/n: sorry this took so incredibly long I was in the hospital for like a week after an accident anyways it's not important I hope this is what you had in mind for the story! I love you anon! also this is kinda short so sorry for that too...

didn't proofread, sorry for grammar mistakes!

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word count: 1.8k

enjoy!

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at yourself and questioning yourself.

Today, you planned to tell Chris you liked him.

You'd been friends with him for around a year now and today you two were going out to a movie (as friends, of course).

But you wanted the relationship to go further.

At first, you didn't understand why you got jealous when you saw him with other girls, or when he talked about other girls.

And then you realized. A terrible, horrible realization. You liked him.

You'd been mulling on the decision to tell him for about a month until today.

You just had to do it. You couldn't just laugh and joke with him and then go home and touch yourself to the thought of him.

You took a deep breath and started to talk, looking at yourself in the mirror and imagining Chris in front of you.

"Chris, I like you. I've liked you for months now, almost since we became friends. I think you're funny, smart, and really hot. And I can't keep being friends and feeling this way. So whether you like me or not, I just had to tell you and I hope you feel the same way but if you don't, I can understand and if you don't want to be friends anymore then at least I enjoyed being friends with you while we were."

You let out a breath and almost laugh. What am I doing? You ask yourself.

And then you hear a small chuckle come from behind you.

You spin around and your eyes widen. 

Chris is leaning in the doorway, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“H-how much of that did you hear?” You ask him, your voice small and quiet. 

He smiles.

 “The entire thing.”

You want the ground to open up right then and swallow you up, you want to completely disappear from existence. 

But instead you stand frozen in place, staring at Chris. 

He pushes off the doorway and begins to walk to you. 

You don’t know what you’re expecting. Maybe for him to yell at you, or tell you he doesn’t feel the same way. 

But you definitely don’t expect him to kiss you. 

His lips are suddenly on yours and for a second you’re surprised, but then you relax into the kiss. 

It’s rough and gentle at the same time, demanding and caring. 

He kisses you like he’s wanted this for a long time. 

Chris breaks the kiss, only to attach his lips again a second later to your neck. 

All along your jaw, he plants small kisses. And when he nips at it for the first time, you let a small moan push past your lips. 

Chris groans when he hears this noise and continues down your throat, leaving hickeys and bite marks. 

He pulls away for a second, breathless as he talks. 

“I really like you too, just so you know princess.” 

You only have enough time to let out a small gasp before he’s pulling off your top and unhooking your bra. 

“God, you are so beautiful” He praises, looking at your bare chest. 

You almost want to shy away from his gaze, but you can’t help but admit it feels so fucking good to know that Chris feels the same way about you. 

And so fucking good to know Chris is currently undressing you and giving you pleasure. 

Fuck a movie. 

He spins your body around so you face the mirror and he stands behind you. 

“Watch” He whispers in your ear. 

You nod and watch as his hands slowly make their way to your nipples, beginning to squeeze and pinch them. 

You let out small whimpers at his cold touch, wanting to get out from in front of the mirror. 

You tried to move away from the mirror but he pulled you back. 

“No, you’re gonna watch me do to you what I know you’ve fantasized about”  He says slowly, his voice deep and gravelly. 

You whine at his words and swallow slowly. You watch as he takes your hands and slides them gently down your body until they get to the waistband of your leggings. 

“Take them off,” He whispered. You obeyed and pulled down your underwear with your leggings. You looked to him in the mirror for a sign that it was okay for you to do that and he nodded, his eyes dark. 

You pull them down all the way and slip them off your legs, shivering due to the sudden cold. Your eyes avoided the mirror and Chris’s eyes, suddenly becoming self conscious. 

He took your chin and forced you to look in the mirror, seeing your own naked body contrasted against Chris’s fully dressed. A pleading look came over your face and you felt uncomfortable being the only one naked. 

Chris seemed to understand as he ridded himself of his shirt and hoodie, throwing them behind the two of you. But he left his sweats on. 

Then, he moved your hair out of your face and let his hand drift down your body slowly, grazing your nipples, tummy, and hips lightly. And then, his hand was suddenly cupping your pussy, making you cry out. 

Chris mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath as he ran a finger through your slit, making you widen your legs. 

He stood behind you, and started to work you with his fingers. Drawing lazy but firm circles around your clit, making you moan, needy for more. 

He only laughed when you begged him for “more, more.” 

How cruel.

Then, just as you were about to sob from how needy you were for him to give you more, to just make you cum, he violently shoved two fingers in your sopping wet cunt. 

“Oh fuck Chris!” You cried out at the sudden intrusion. 

He pumped in his fingers in and out of you and you could only watch in the mirror as you crumbled beneath his touch. 

You arched against him as his fingers hit that spot in you that had you seeing stars. Your knees buckled but Chris just held you up as he continued his delicious assault on your pussy. 

You watched in the mirror, how your juices dripped slowly down his hand and arm, and that made it even more intense. 

You whined and reached up your hand to pinch your nipples, giving yourself more pleasure in an effort to reach your orgasm. 

You rolled your nipples between your fingers before reaching your other hand down to circle your clit, making your eyes roll back. 

“D-don’t stop Chris, please don’t stop”, You begged him, your voice high and breathy. 

You were so close, just a little longer. 

You watched in the mirror as a smirk slowly crossed Chris’s face and he removed his finger from your cunt. 

You whined out loudly and practically gripped his arm, begging him to continue, to just go for long enough so you could cum. 

But he just shook his head. 

Your eyes widened as he took his hands off you and began to take his sweatpants off. 

“Fours, now. On the floor.” Chris instructed, his voice deep. You didn’t even bother nodding as you got on all fours in front of the mirror, facing it. 

You saw Chris through the mirror pull his sweats off, seeing the bulge in his boxers. He was big, you could tell. 

Then he pulled his underwear down and you shivered a bit. 

Of course you weren’t a virgin but you’d never been with somebody his size before. You weren’t sure if it would even fit. 

He stroked himself for a moment, groaning lowly before looking at you. 

“Are you sure?” He asked for consent. He scanned your eyes and swallowed quickly when you nodded. 

Chris glided his cock through your folds, slowly dragging his tip up and down your slit. 

“Chris please, if you aren’t going to-” You began but Chris slammed his cock into your cunt midway through your sentence, replacing your words with a harsh moan. 

He fucked fast and hard, each thrust making your boobs bounce. You let out the occasionally grunt of pain since he didn’t let you adjust around his length but gradually the pain morphed into pleasure.

You looked in the mirror as he fucked you, watching your own glazed over eyes as he pounded his cock into you, making you dizzy on the feeling of your cunt clenching around it. 

“Uh-uh-umph, faster Chris, harder!” You gasped out, reaching down to rub your clit, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. 

But Chris didn’t speed up, he slowed down and used his hand to remove your fingers from your clit. 

“You're gonna have to beg if you want to cum, princess.” He said smirking, giving lazy slow thrusts that made you want to rip your hair out. 

You stuttered at his words, too ashamed to beg. He saw the look in your eyes and began to go even faster than before, gazing in the mirror at the way your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot inside of you that had you chanting his name like a mantra. 

But he couldn’t let you cum, not yet. 

As soon as you were close to reaching your climax, Chris slowed down. You whined and huffed at being denied orgasming for the third time and were so fed up you could cry. 

“I already told you baby, you wanna cum, you fucking beg for it.” He growled. 

At this point, what did you have to lose? You decided to put your pride and dignity aside. If begging was what would let you cum, then a beggar you would be. 

“Please Chris, let me cum. I’ll be your slut, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me cum, please” You begged him, tears starting to prick the edge of your vision because you wanted release so badly. 

You could see it in his eyes, feel the twitch of his cock inside of you that he wanted to watch you fall apart on his dick, hell you already almost were, and you could see the decision settle in his eyes. 

“That’s like it, Ma.” He praised before thrusting into you, hard. It hurt bad but it made it feel even better. 

You feel the tip of his dick grazing your cervix, making you moan in pain. Somehow, he still managed to maintain a rhythm, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

After being edged so much, you were already close to coming. You could feel the knot unraveling in your stomach, the way you began grinding on his dick, in a desperate attempt to reach your high. 

“Chris, ‘M coming-” You moaned. His thrusts lost all rhythm and he matched your speed. 

“Fuck, me too. Cum for me, princess. Cum all on my dick,” He groaned as you came on his dick. You were surprised you didn’t squirt from being denied so many times. 

Chris came a few seconds after, shooting thick ropes of his seed deep inside of you, thrusting a few times, fucking his cum into you. You weren’t worried because you were on birth control. 

He pulled out and you winced slightly. 

“I hope you aren’t sore baby, we’re far from done.” He said, and just smiled when your eyes widened. 

[yarrystyleeza]

Ok actually I didn't have to think long, lol.

What would your ideal first date with Mikey (aka our favorite Irish mob daddy) consist of??? 👀

I am really really REALLY sorry it took me (5) months to finish this piece, a lot of stuff was going on (my life was a complete mess, still tho). But since it's Valentine's day, I HAD to post something, and what's better than a date with Mikey for a Valentine's gift?

Something else I had to say, is that I had no idea how to write HCs—which is the vibe that I got from your ask (hehe), so, I improvised, and made up a whole story of what would your first date with Mikey would be (with a back story as well).

That being said, let's jump right into the act! And thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, for submitting this request and for your patience, please enjoy! 💖💖💖

It's Always Raining In Dublin (M.K)

Requested by @loveroftoomanyfandoms

Pairing and dynamic: Michael Kinsella x female!reader (reader is a bookshop owner), strangers to friends (?) to lovers

Prompt: fluff, first date goes wrong but then perfect, rain, rain, and more rain.

Word Count: 4.3k!

Writer's note: this was supposed to be finished back in September, which was five months ago, but I was struggling for a while with both a terrible writer's block and life and then BOOM I got the inspiration to finish it. Also, this is the very first time I ever write anything for Michael, so I'm a little nervous, I hope it's good enough though.

(I proofread this almost a thousand times WITH my bestie as well, so if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or the lexical content, we were really exhausted and couldn't see shit—we're sorry T-T).

It was a rainy morning when you truly met him, it rained almost everyday in Dublin but that day was a core memory. You had just unlocked the door of your little bookshop and started to sort things out before your costumers arrive.

Usually, your first client doesn't show up before nine-thirty in the morning, which gives you spare time to dust off the shelves and pick up a big cup of coffee from the nearby coffeeshop down the street—in this never-ending autumn.

That morning was no different. It was pouring heavily but you're used to opening your shop on rainy days, it's always raining in Dublin anyway, and if you had to take each rainy day off—you'd end up with a couple of fingers on your hands as you count the days you worked on per year.

You were organizing the children's books section when you heard the sweet chime of the little bell hanging on your front door. It was barely eight and you happened to just finished your coffee and breakfast, getting ready to start your day. But it began earlier than you expected it to.

Your costumer was a man, you assumed he was in his early forties, maybe for the dark thick beard that covers most of his face. His face was strangely familiar to you, you just couldn't exactly remember when it was when you saw him.

But you're sure that this was the prettiest face of a man you've seen in a while. His greenish hazel brown eyes sparkled like a kaleidoscope with a hint of an exquisite permanent-sadness, and his flushed skin and dampened hair glistened due to the torrent outside.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat for a moment before you could clear it to speak.

"good morning, sir, how may I help ya today?" you faced him fully and your skirt swirled—following your motion with a swoosh in the air, you catch him glance down at it for a second before returning his eyes on you.

"I... The book ye suggested ta me the other day..." he starts gently and the memory comes back rushing immediately. You remember that warm tone, you had indeed met this gentleman before.

A week ago, he came over to your shop and you recall how lost he was in his search for the perfect book to read. And you, being a bookworm, and also the owner of this little corner bookshop— you had to help him. You gave him a suggestion for a book out of his box—out of his comfort readings.

And from the gentle look on his face, you suppose that he liked it.

"I'was grand," the man smiles softly and the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, you find yourself grinning back at him.

"Ye finished it quickly!" you commented in excitement and he looked a bit puzzled, a smile softly drawn on his lips with a little crease of confusion. It was adorable.

"I mean—I'm glad t'was grand that ya finished it quickly." He lipped a silent "oh" before his cheeks burn red as he smiled and his eyes almost disappeared.

"Are ya here for another book?" you asked when the silence fell on the place, raindrops kept knocking on the glass front nonstop, music to your ears with this handsome man smiling and radiating joy to your eyes.

"Ye can say that..." his voice was quiet but you can hear it in this downpour noise, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, and it was impossible for you to not aw at it.

"How about we go with somethin' even newer for today?" you suggested, he nods to the side with a little smile, you walk and he follows you down the aisle.

"Romance or crime and mystery?" you stop at the novels sections, "pride and prejudice, I guess ya must've heard of it before," you pick the book off the shelf, he gently takes it from your hand and examines the cover thoroughly with his amber eyes, and he looked so interested.

"Or, we can go with Agatha Christie's illustrious murder on the orient express," you take the book and hand it to him, "or... Take a whole new genre and check Mary Shelley's horror Frankenstein? It's one of me favorites," you hand him the third book after strolling down the aisle a little more.

The man looked puzzled now, he seemed interested in each one of these books. But you patiently wait for him to speak.

"Have ya made up yer mind yet, sir?" you ask.

He shrugged with a sigh, raising his brows high, "they all look grand— can't lie t'ye," he answered.

"They are— but I can make ya an offer, I'll give ya the three books with the price of one and a half—and in return, ye're gonna write me a review of each book to add to me list of reviews and suggestions here on me wall," you tilt your head to the side, eyeing his beautiful features and almost forgetting you were waiting for his answer.

"Tha' seems grand ta me," he chuckled.

"I'm glad it is!" you walk him back to the cashier check, you get back behind your computer to scan the books and add in the discount.

"That'll be 18.46 after the discount," you lean against the wooden surface with your arms supporting you up.

He nods and hands you the money. "There ya go--" you're about to hand him the change. He shook his head, "no, keep tha change, miss..." he cuts you off gently, looking down at the little pin with your name on it.

You tell him your name to catch his eyes back up and he nods with a little smile, "Michael." he says, only taking the receipt and the paper bag of books.

He turns and makes his way to the front door, "Michael?" you loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He stops and turns with a puzzled face, "thanks fer the tip," he smiles and you can see the blush on his face a mile away. He leaves and you watch him take a turn to the right before he disappeared under the northern downpour.

The next week, Michael shows up at your shop's door on a Saturday afternoon, a big smile drawn on his face. You were dealing with a little kid trying to choose a book, you turn to see him and he immediately waves at you, a little sweet grin splits the darkness of his thick beard. "Ya can take the book now, pet, momma's gonna send me the money later, 'kay?" The two of you watch the little kid waddle out of the shop.

"Sorry t' interrupt yer work," he says as he crossed the distance between you. You shake your head, "at all, Michael. How was yer read? Which book did ya read first?" you asked, leaning against the shelves.

He smiled wider when you said his name, almost startled to speak. "Um, the-- the mystery one, murder on the orient express," he answered.

"And did ya like it?" you ask him again with enthusiasm and butterflies crowding your lungs. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh and an apologetic smile. "Ya don't seem like ya liked it, did ya?" you chuckled.

He scrunched his nose and tilts his head to the side, "the ending was unexpected at all ta be honest with ya," he shrugs.

You nodded and hummed to his answer, "Christie is never expected, that's why we love her," he nods back.

You notice the two paper cups of coffee he held in his hand when the smell of freshly baked-and-brewed coffee beans hits your nostrils. You were so confused why you never noticed it before, maybe you were distracted by Michael's presence as a whole, or his always-glistened ambers if you were specific. Michael notices the confused smile on your face. "I— thought I should bring ye coffee, as a thank ya."

Your smile grows with a blush as he hands you a cup, "thank ya, Michael, that's truly sweet of ya," you coo, his face blushes and shyly drops his eyes to the ground.

The sky thunders and you nearly jumped out of your place, both of you stare at the other and you burst out laughing. "Did that scare ya off, pet?" Michael asked with a worried smile, you kept giggling.

"Not really but... It was... Unexpected?" you answer after taking a deep breath.

"Like Christie?" he chuckled, you burst out laughing.

"Like Christie."

The weeks turned into months and Michael began to show up more and more often, and you eagerly waited every morning to see his shiny hazel eyes and his beautiful smile, one that you keep daydreaming about until he steps into your shop with two hot cups of coffee.

He turned from a regular client—to be a resident of this little bookshop. Michael started to stay in with you and help you organizing and monitoring the place—he would even help the little kids in choosing their books, too.

Once, you found him sitting on the oak floor, the little boys and girls gathered and sat around him, while he narrated a children's book. Your heart melted at the sight, and luckily that wouldn't be the last time.

The kids would come into your shop asking you if uncle Michael was there to read for them; Michael was now a part of your place, and you're happy to have someone like him to keep your company.

One evening —after three months of seeing each other daily— when the sky was cloudy and the sunset light was becoming less visible. The weather broadcast had warned about an upcoming rainstorm tonight—so you had to call it a night and leave.

You made sure everything was in the right place and order before you left. You put your autumn coat on and stuff your phone inside your purse. You take the keys out and you make your way towards the exit. Michael was waiting for you by the front door. Both of you get out of the shop and you turn to lock it up.

Michael calls your name gently in a tone barely louder than a whisper before you head on your way home and it makes your stomach churn in the most beautiful way.

You turn to look at him, he's shifting in his place, hands stuffed inside his leather jacket pockets and face all flustered and burning red. "Can I walk ye home tonight? It's a lil' darker than usual, I'd be worried 'bout ye, pet," he asks, voice so desperate. Your heart skips a beat—but it comes back pounding.

Your smile doesn't leave your face and it starts to hurt your cheeks. "Sure thing, Michael, I'd love to," you nodded, he grins and his eyes crinkle and his orbits shine.

The sky darkens but you could still see the perfect smile on Michael's face, little raindrops started sliding against your skins and it was a scene out of a painting, so magical and calm.

You make it to your place and you exchange goodbyes. You watched him walking down the concrete path and disappeared behind the brick wall.

You made your way to your doorstep, almost taking your keychain out when Michael calls out your name, you turn to face him, he's all soaked in water but his beautiful grin never left his face.

"Can I take ya out fer dinner tomorrow night?" your jaw dropped and your head screamed 'yes, yes, yes'.

"Yes! Yes, y'can, Michael!" you could barely make out his silhouette as your grin almost shut your eyes. He's almost jumping in his place, he sighs with a big smile.

"I'll pick ya up tomorrow at seven, is that grand fer ya, pet?" he shouts.

"Of course, Mikey!" you shouted back.

You walked into the warmth of your house soaked and giggly, you ran upstairs straight to your bedroom to plan an outfit, you didn't care about messing up the carpet, you'd deal with that later.

You quickly made up your mind about a floral day dress you had bought recently and you recall thinking of Michael while buying this dress.

You guess he's going to love it, he usually complimented you when you wore dresses and let your hair down and that's what you're going to do.

You took the next Sunday morning off as you started to prepare yourself for the date, pampering yourself with all the skin and hair care products you can find in your house.

You wanted to look perfect for him.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, making up the scenarios of your evening. Where will he take you out? Is it a fancy restaurant or a local diner? What would he bring you? Flowers definitely, he's a flower-gifting man, as you realized, it was definitely his way of showing affection. He brought flowers every couple days for the shop.

Now it's nearing seven and you happened to just finished your look. You put on your dress and you fix your hair, adding a little floral accessory to the side of your braided bangs. You looked stunning, you hoped that you'd give the same impression to Michael.

The doorbell rings as you slipped into your heels, you look at your mirror for the very last time tonight before opening the door. He looked so fine though he wore his shirt and trousers casually with his leather jacket. You could kiss him already.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours for a brief moment before he exhaled with a stunned smile. "Y—ya look magical, pet," he breathed out and it made you turn completely red.

"I tried me best..." you shyly drive your eyes away and tuck a stray strand back behind your ear.

"Y'don' even have ta try, love, ye're always lookin' good," he shyly says and you could see his cheeks prickling red as he drove his eyes down to his shoes.

"I um... Brought ya these," he revealed a bouquet from behind his back, it was of red roses. It matched your dress perfectly. His head tilted to the side with a smile as he handed it to you.

"They're so wonderful, Mikey, loved them, thank ya," you take the bundle. "Ya look great too, Mikey, loved yer shirt," you had to compliment him, he deserved it.

His face reddened beneath his beard, "thanks, love."

"Ye're ready, aren't ya, love?" he asked with a smile.

"I am, let me get me purse and coat first—"

He shook his head, "take yer time, pet," he countered.

You turn behind the door and take your coat off the hanger. Sliding inside it, you take your purse, grab an umbrella and widen the little crevice of the door to pass outside.

Michael hesitantly held your hand but when he noticed how you instantly wrapped your palm around his—he intertwined his fingers with yours, with no plans on letting go.

You walked down to the main street where Michael tried to stop a taxi for the two of you. "We don't have to take it," you stopped him with a gentle hand on his back, he was a little confused, "I'd prefer walking with ya, Mikey," you explained yourself. A big smile breaks the darkness of his beard and you could swear he beams at you.

As you strolled down the concrete path, the sky thundered vigorously, the voice rumbled and echoed in the air, and it wasn't long before it started dropping tears upon the two of you.

You could see Michael's face turning dark, he cursed under his breath, you rubbed a pat onto his bicep, and pulled the umbrella over your heads, offering him a soft smile. He smiled back but you still felt how uneasy he was.

"It's okay, Mikey, I love walkin' in the rain," you comment, and that kinda eases the tension of his demeanor.

The walk is silent, and you could still feel him timid as you held his forearm, you know he can't control the weather, but you don't really mind if it's sunny or gloomy, as long as you are with Michael, it's all what matters to you.

The two of you made it to the restaurant, and Michael's face turned even darker. A sign on the glass door reads 'electricity outage, sorry for disturbing' was hung on the glass door. You turn to look at Michael, his eyes are glaring with fire.

The receptionist types something on his phone and sticks it to the glass, "it's coming back in a few minutes, we're working on the issue, we truly apologize for such occurrence... See, Mikey? We can wait a few more minutes," you smiled back at him, but Michael wasn't really buying it.

He gulped and closed his eyes, huffing out a stream of hot air. "It's okay, Mikey, we can go somewhere else if ya don' wanna wait..." you suggested.

He shook his head, "no, I booked us a table in there a week ago and I ain't takin' ya anywhere less than that!" he tried to remain calm but his tone was getting angrier, "I can't let this day go wrong like tha'!" he expressed, wiping his mouth and tugging onto his beard, something you noticed he does whenever he feels tensed.

You rubbed his bicep and squeezed it a little, your hand unconsciously walk up to his face and you scratch his thick beard. He smiles a little, but his eyes are glistened with tears like glass balls.

Things weren't going his way, for years and years, and today he wished he could finally do something he wanted. You didn't mind if you got the chance to dine at the restaurant or took your date home, what you only cared for was Michael's presence with you. But to him, it seemed like today too is going wrong and he has no clue how to fix it.

And you truly hated to see Michael angry or sad, he doesn't deserve to feel any of that. He's a sweetheart, he never put you down, so you have to keep him up.

"Have I told ya about the one time I almost died?" you ask him, and he clearly shifts demeanor to your question, you hide a smile waiting for his answer. Your ways might be effective after all.

He shook his head with knitted brows, you nodded and hummed. "Well, that day, I was picking up coffee from the shop I'm a regular for," you start, and you notice him directing all his being to you, "that day, me favorite waiter wasn't there to get me order, and another one got it," you leant onto the glass, after getting closer to him so the umbrella would cover the two of you better.

"But, when me order arrived, it was a wrong one, and I was really mad, I told the waiter to change it, but he couldn't, they can't give the drink to someone else and they're not allowed to throw it away," you got closer, and Michael was so integrated into the story.

"So I had to accept it, but I was still so angry at that, I wasn't seeing things clearly, and I was crossing the street and a car almost hit me!" you tell animatily, Michael was shocked.

"Ya didn't hurt yerself pet, did ya?" he was worried and you loved his face when he was.

You huffed a chuckle and shook your head, "I didn't hurt meself, and didn't spill me coffee either, and when I arrived to the bookshop and took a sip of it, I discovered that it was so much better than me regular order," you shrugged, Michael smiled but he wanted to know more, "and now it's me new regular."

Suddenly, the lights came back, as the night had already fallen. Michael's face lit up a little and you grinned to that. You walk into the place and the receptionist leads you to your table with plenty of apologies. Michael helps you into your seat and settles down his, released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

You reach out for his hand across the table, pulling him out of the cloud forming over his head. "It's okay, Mikey... We're inside now," you offer him a smile, he smiles back, you rub his knuckles with your thumb.

A waitress approaches your table with a note in hand, Michael took a deep breath and looked up at her. She asks for your dinner of choice. You look at Michael, informing him that you want him to order for the two of you, that you want what he wants.

"Two Seared Scallops with Pomegranate and Meyer Lemon," Michael answered after taking a glance at the menu then you. You nodded with a smile.

The waitress nods and takes her way back to the kitchen. Michael smiles at you, but his face drains of all blood when he sees the waitress approaching your table with an apologetic smile. "We truly apologize, sir and ma'am, but we're out of scallops and they won't be arriving today. Ye're gonna have ta change yer order," she tries to break the news as gentle as possible.

Michael is frustrated, his thick brows are firmly knitted over his gentle eyes, you caught them lose their shine, and you had to do something about it.

"It's fine, we can have steak, mashed potatoes, and wine, right Michael?" you had to give him a choice too. He looks up at you, you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile. He nods.

"Alright, two steaks... How d'ya like yer steak, ma'am?" the waitress asks. "Medium well," she nods to your answer and turns to look at Michael.

"And how d'ya like yer steak, sir?" you sneak your hand and place it on his, sending a supportive smile his way. He respires, "same as hers." he answers.

The waitress nods and walks back to the kitchen once again. You turn to face Michael, "I wouldn't mind if we never ate here, I just enjoy sitting with ya, Mikey," you hold his hand, he almost sobs, you reach out for his other hand, now fondling both of them. "It's you Michael, I ain't here fer the fancy dinner or the expensive wine, I'm here fer ya Mikey baby."

He finally smiles. "Thank you, pet," he whispers. You shake your head, "t's notin', Mikey."

Another waiter arrives with a tray of wine and globular glasses. The waiter pours your glass first and turns to pour Michael's—when he accidentally smacks your glass and he spills it onto your dress.

You hiss at the sudden cold wetness, trying your best not to curse or cry—because you too feel the world isn't working its best way with you today.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to stop the tears from forming.

The waiter keeps apologizing, and you already know how Michael's reaction might be without even opening your eyes and looking at him.

But you can't let this day go bad, you still have a chance to fix it, you can make it 100% better with your reaction, you can stop the chain of bad occurrences.

You open your eyes and look up at the waiter, "it's alright I... I just need a towel..." he rushes back to the kitchen. You grabbed a napkin off the table and tried to absorb the wine spilled on your dress.

"Tha' fuckin' idiot..." Michael curses.

You chuckle, "it's okay, Mikey, me dress is red, it won't change notin', I'll be fine."

Once you made sure most of the dampness was gone, you readjusted yourself in front of Michael, wearing a beaming smile on your pretty face.

His eyes fondly meet yours and you're flustered, looking down at the silverware displayed on the table.

"How are ya like tha'?" Michael asked, resting his cheek in his palm. You looked up at him, and he's got the sweetest smile you've ever seen him doing. His eyes beautifully sparkled to the golden lights of the candles.

"Like what?" you answer with a question. He gestures at you with his chin.

"How're ya such a beam of light?" you turn red at his question, "how are ya, after all tha', still smilin' and tryin' ta make it work?"

"Well," you swallowed with a smile, "bad things won't stop happenin' t'ya, Mikey love, that's somethin' ya should keep in mind, but they can't stop ya from looking at the bright side of it all." Michael furrowed in participation.

"Y'know? I'll never get a chance ta make that day perfect more than it is now," you simply say, "and if I would get a chance ta fix anythin', I wouldn't, because it's already going perfect f'me."

The two of you spend the rest of the evening on nibbling and chattering. Your dress was now cold and sticking to your thighs but you didn't mind, the food turned stale and cold but you didn't care; as long as it was Michael with you, you didn't mind anything else in the world.

Michael pays for the dinner and accompanies you to the exit. The two of you look outside, the rain is heavily pouring over the city, and it's loud enough you could hear it from behind the glass door.

You turn to look at him, he smiles and nods, pushing the door and escorting you with an arm wrapping you to his side.

You step into the street under the rain and you're immediately showered. You snicker, holding Michael's hand and looking at him, your eyes asking him to join you. Michael giggles as he follows you, now holding the two of your hands softly as the skies decanted its whole heart on the two of you.

"Y'know ya can't wait for the rain ta stop. It's always raining in Dublin anyway, Mikey." you whisper, he smiles and cradles your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss, warming your hearts under the cold downpour.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

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Go on then, wwdits for the ask thingie!

@arielmagicesi thank you both!!

the first character i ever fell in love with: Nadja beloved <3 (she's gonna pop up on this list a lot aksjks)

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: I can't really think of any

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Again, nothing I can think of

my ultimate favorite character™: Nadja!! I could go on about this but it's just so refreshing to have a female character that gets to be as loud, crass, and funny as her male counterparts. I also really liked the development she's gotten this season! Ghosts (s2e2) introduced the idea that she was dissatisfied with immortal life because she hadn't really done anything with it, but that kind of got put on the backburner for the rest of season 2. It was wonderful to see her act on that desire in s3 with how excited she was to joing the council, and then how she actually grappled with that responsibility (particularly in The Siren). I'm just very happy to see her coming into her own while also being a bit more vulnerable :')

prettiest character: Nadja again; Laszlo I'm gonna steal your wife

my most hated character: I don't think I really hate any character? Laszlo is getting some deserved bullying rn but I still love him <3

my OTP: Nadja/Laszlo just destroys me :') I love how they completely turn the archetype of old married couple who can't stand each other on it's head. They're not perfect but there's clearly so much genuine love and adoration between them. That cliffhanger left them in a VERY interesting position, I'm very excited to see where season 4 is going to take their relationship.

my NOTP: I know some people ship Laszlo and Colin and while I don't really have a problem with it, it's DEFINITELY not for me aksdj. I really loved their friendship though!!

favorite episode: This is such a hard question, I'm really not sure I can narrow it down. These are my favorites from each season (for now): Manhattan Night Club (s1), Witches (s2), and The Portrait (s3)

saddest death: That one week we lost Colin 😔

favorite season: Again, it's really difficult to pick. I want to say season 2 but I'm not 100% settled on that. Less happened plot wise, it was more just Guillermo gradually discovering himself all throughout, but I really liked the more chill episodes where they're just kind of goofing off at home! The Curse and Colin's Promotion are absolutely hysterical and they both revolve around the house.

least favorite season: I think I have to say season 3, although I still loved it. The start was a little shaky, but it found it's footing pretty quickly. The writers did a great job exploring new character dynamics and putting them in new environments. However (connected to the last answer), I think it's a shame we didn't get to spend as much time at the house. Some of the funniest episodes (for me personally) are when they just get to interact in close quarters and be ridiculous, rather than trying to do lots of huge actiony stuff or pushing the plot forward.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I'm going to stretch the question here. Jackie Daytona isn't an individual character, and I definitely don't hate him (I love On the Run) but I really don't want to see him in another episode. I feel like a lot of people are asking for his return (more on the reddit side of the fandom where I lurk occasionally) but I think that would run the joke into the ground :/

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Simon the Devious is a horrible slimeball and I hope he's still out there in the Staten Island sewers somewhere.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: This is more in relation to the fandom, but people on the subreddit are so mean to The Guide >:( she's a queen and I love her

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I'm sorry but once again I don't have anything aksjks. I kinda mostly focus on the canon ships (although I would like to take a moment to preach the gospel of nadja/lilith).

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Tbh this is how I felt about Nandor/Guillermo at the begining, especially before s3. Like I saw it but I didn't particularly care if it happened. Now that the writers are actually addressing it I'm definitely more invested and excited to see where it goes!!

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Fire on Ice

Okay, so I said I wouldn’t update this fic during my vacations, but I did a terrible thing and this was the only way I could think of to make amends. I know this is terrible and late, but the muse is nowhere to be found this time of the year.

Anyway, @deliverychicafresa  sorry it took a while, but I am sorry and love you very much.

Also, proper grammar, quality, and proofreading who? I don’t know them.

SL figure skating!AU

June, off-season. 2 months till competition. Buenos Aires. Marissa Juliana Mint Skating Club

"Luna, make those edges clear during your turns! Pick up the speed, Gastón! Matteo, what the hell are you doing with those arms? Don't think I didn't see you stumbling on that three-turn, Jim. Ramiro..." Juliana sighs loudly, bringing her fingers to rub her temple. "You can do whatever you want during individual practice, but right now we are practicing turns, not jumps."

Group sessions with Juliana are always the hardest. Usually, Tamara or Mariano would direct the session, but sometimes Juliana takes charge. When she does, Luna wants nothing more than to collapse on the rink after a few minutes.

They take a 5-minute break before continuing with individual practice, in which Ramiro leaves for a snack, Matteo drinks something blue, and Gastón lays face down on the ice while she and Jim stretch.

It's a comfortable routine they've settled in. It's been a month since she started practicing with the rest of the elite group and she enjoys it a lot. Everyone has a different style and technique and she has certainly learned a lot from watching, just like her coach said she would.

At her old rink, she was on a level of her own, so she trained by herself. Here, the elite skaters spend a lot of time together in the rink and she's got to know all of them.

She hit it off with Jim immediately. She's not only a great skater but an amazing dancer and one of the friendliest people she's ever met. She's homeschooled and in her last year too, so they often do homework together in the cafeteria with Nina and Jim's best friend, Yam.

Ramiro is not an overly friendly guy, but he's nice enough, she guesses, and he can do acrobatic skating, so that's neat.

Gastón is the funniest guy ever and she can never keep a straight face with him around. He was the first one to come back to the rink after vacation, so she met him first. He's been a great teammate, always raising the morale and making sure everyone has a good time. It seems hard to believe he and Nina are actually a couple, considering just how different they are, but somehow they work. She can definitely see why Nina loves him so much.

Matteo, well... He's been a surprise, that's for sure.

She's been a fan of his skating since she first saw one of his programs online, back when he was a junior. She got to see him skate live at his last and her first Junior World's Championship, where he took the gold.  She'd been in awe of the speed and height of his jumps, as well as his presence and confidence on the ice.

Ever since she first arrived at the MJM Skating Club, she'd been anxious about meeting him. She'd gone over every possible way she would start a conversation with him and what she would say, but when she finally got around to meet him, it went nothing like she'd imagined. Not that she was complaining. He did compliment her spirals, after all.

After that first meeting, she was surprised when he talked to her again, considering how much of a blushing mess she'd been. It's gotten better now, though. She's still a mess, but at least he seems not to mind since he hangs out with her even outside of practice.

Becoming friends with The Matteo Balsano is something she dreamed of but never expected.  It is nice, though... When he's not being an arrogant jerk.

The devil is summoned by thoughts, apparently, because at that moment he bumps into her, throwing her off balance and catching her at the last second, holding as if he were dipping her in a dance.

He looks down at her, amused as if waiting for her reaction. If he wanted to catch her by surprise, though, maybe he shouldn't do it at least twice a day. As it is, she raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. He does nothing but chuckle, the bastard.

"Are you two going into ice dance now? Because I honestly thought that if Matteo ever paired up with someone it would be me," Gastón says with a chuckle.

"You are way too heavy for me to lift," Matteo shoots back without even looking at him.

"You are lucky I care about Luna's safety or I would tackle you right now." She can't really look at him, but she knows that Gastón is smirking like an idiot.

"Put me down," she grumbles at Matteo.

He winks, "As you wish", and lays her down on the ice.

She stays there for a moment, glaring at him. "Very funny, You know that's not what I meant."

He reaches out his hand to pull her up and she reluctantly accepts it. "Well, Sugar Plum, I just did exactly as you said."

"Ugh, would you stop calling me that?"

"Nope. It stays. You already gave me a fruit related nickname, it is only right I return the favor."

"Well," she says, crossing her arms, "yours fits, Chico Fresa."

He tilts his head. "No, it doesn't. I am not a strawberry. If I am any fruit, I would be a mango."

She rolls her eyes at him. "Fresa is how we call boys like you in Mexico, too arrogant for their own good."

Matteo slides closer, getting into her personal space and making her look up to make eye contact. "You do have to admit I have a lot to brag about."

If his proximity weren't absolutely messing with her head, she would push him backward, but her heart is too busy beating out of her chest for her to do anything but try to steady her breathing.

Luckily for her, Juliana returns to the rink before she implodes, starting individual practice.

Her music plays first, which means she has priority on the ice while the rest run over their elements by themselves.

Her coach watches by the boards as Luna gets into her starting position and the first notes of her song begin to play. She finished learning her choreography a week ago, but the melody is already comfortingly familiar.

She'd been working on the harness with Mariano when Juliana had told her she was expected at her office after practice. She'd been improving a lot on her jumps and basic skating skills, even if she still had a lot to work on, but being called to her coach's office still made her anxious.

Her nervousness hadn't gone away when Juliana announced it was finally time for her to start working on new programs and that she had already chosen her short program for this season.

She must have looked like an idiot when Juliana told her she'd be skating to music from the Nutcracker. "I know this ballet might be considered as a warhorse since a lot of people have skated to it," she'd said, "but I think you can really put your own spin into the music."

Juliana had played her the track she'd chosen. It was the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, a piece even Luna was familiar with, but it sounded a lot different.

"I know classic is not exactly your forte, so Pedro and Simón helped me put together a contemporary violin track with fragments of an acapella cover by a popular group. It has a very modern sound to it while maintaining the charm of the original piece. What do you think about it?"

She liked it, a lot. The Nutcracker was one of the very few ballets she was familiar with, especially because of the Barbie adaptation she used to love as a kid. Plus, she appreciated Juliana's efforts to make it more comfortable for her to skate to by using a modern rendition of the song.

They'd had various choreography sessions together, in which Juliana would teach her the different steps, turns and even arm positions and movements that went with the music. Luna had never had a program like this: so mindful of every beat and note of the song. It was not only the required elements connected by steps following a melody, it was made to tell a story.

"What does The Nutcracker make you think of, Luna?" her coach had asked on one of the sessions.

She'd thought about it for a second. "Christmas? "

"And what feeling comes to mind when you think of Christmas?"

"Happiness."

The older woman had smiled at her. "You are skating to the Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy, the ruler of a land full of candy and flowers and all sort of beautiful things. She is Christmas joy personified. Every December, when ballet companies all over the world perform The Nutcracker, the audience always waits anxiously for her to appear. The Fairy's dance is the most exciting part, what every spectator looks forward to." She'd gripped her arm gently. "There's a very exciting and joyful quality in your skating, Luna. You get to the ice with a huge smile on your face every time and your happiness at being able to skate is so palpable everyone in the stands can feel it. I want you to channel that lively spark of yours into this program. Be the Sugar Plum Fairy; make every movement, every turn, exciting and regal. Make sure you are the embodiment joy, and you will make an impression."

It is with that in mind that she twizzles across the ice during her step sequence, losing herself in the moment.

Her edges still need a lot of polishing and she falls on her double axel, but when the music ends, her coach is smiling and Luna knows she's on the right track.

................................................................................

"I'm pretty sure you should solve problem b first, then use the result to solve the first problem."

"Matteo! I know what I'm doing, okay?" Luna stares at her book for a couple of minutes, until she realizes she's wrong. "Wait... You were right. Now how do I solve b?"

Matteo chuckles. "You should really know by now that I'm always right, Sugar Plum."

She lets him take her pencil and notebook. "You are lucky I need help or you'd have to find another booth and someone else to share this huge shake with, chico fresa." She punctuates her statement by taking a huge sip out of their strawberry-banana shake, which she comes to regret after her brain freezes.

Matteo notices and laughs at her. "That's what you get for being rude and ungrateful."

She gasps exaggeratedly, "Rude, you say? I'll show you rude." Before he can reply, she flings her straw at him, splattering his shirt.

For a moment, he looks down, face blank and she's worried she did the wrong thing, but as soon as he looks up, she sees a spark igniting in his eyes and she knows it's on.

He gets some of their drink on her hair and she gets him in the face. They are both laughing their lungs out, probably attracting the gazes of the other customers, but she can't bring herself to care.

Pedro, who works at the juice bar, gets them a whole stack of napkins to clean themselves up and gives them an exasperated look.

After cleaning themselves up and checking that her book and notebook are intact from the shake fight, they continue working on her homework, making slow but steady progress. She's not stupid by any accounts, but she always had trouble paying attention, even in online classes, and understanding anything with numbers. Matteo, on the other hand, is a math and science genius, so having him explain the topics she struggles with has helped her a lot. In another life,  he could totally be a teacher, with his patient and empathetic approach.

An hour later, she can finally put her stuff back on her backpack, done for the day. Matteo orders their usual sandwiches and another large shake with two straws, at which Pedro rolls his eyes.

When he comes back with their food, he has already cut their sandwiches in two and put half of her BLT on his plate and half of his Caprese on hers, just how they like it. Luna smiles at him as he walks away muttering something about how they don't make any sense.

They eat in silence for a minute until Luna hears a familiar song coming from the speakers.

"Start spreading the news..." she begins singing under her breath.

Matteo's eyes light up in recognition before he grunts and lightly hits the table with his forehead.

"Pedro!" he calls, making other customers turn to look at them, "if you don't change that song right now, I swear I am gonna stab myself and have you clean all the gore."

Luna chuckles behind her hand.

Matteo turns to her. "Stop it. If I have to hear Frank Sinatra one more time today, I will go insane."

"You shouldn't have run through your Frank Sinatra Medley short program about a hundred times this week." Luna reaches out to tap his hand good-naturedly.

"You do have another already choreographed program you could practice on team days, you know? Or is that a myth? Because I've never seen you practice it."

The playful glint in Matteo's eyes dims instantly at the question. His expression changes so drastically, she feels like she should apologize for asking.

She almost does, except it lasts barely more than a millisecond. She blinks and he looks back to normal as if she had just imagined his face shifting a moment ago.

"Talk about yourself, Sugar Plum. Have you even chosen your long program music yet?" he says in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow.

Luna stared at him for a minute, then shakes her head. Maybe she just imagined his sudden change.

"Actually, I have. Juliana and Simon finished matching the music to the choreo a couple of days ago. Juliana has made me practice the choreo sequence and the step sequence separately, but I'll start learning the program all together tomorrow."

Matteo takes a sip of their shake. "Cool. What music did you choose?"

"Oh, I ended up choosing a song from the August Rush movie. The one the orchestra plays at the end."

He nods. "I like that one. Pr-"

His words get abruptly cut by a golden purse landing on their table, very close to his plate.

"Well, that one was the worst plane ride of my life." The voice belongs to a girl in a cute black and white dress and a beret, who drags a chair to their table and sits close to Matteo.

"Ugh, this is the first and the last time I ever fly economy, I swear. That definitely wasn't a turkey sandwich, dammit. It was more mayo than bread", she pauses to take a look at her phone, "Truly, never again."

Luna glances at Matteo, who looks both amused and annoyed. Personally, she's just incredibly confused and a little bit in shock.

The girl looks at her phone again and curses, "Juliana is waiting for me."

She stands up and seems to notice Luna for the first time. "That top... is definitely an interesting choice," she says with a mildly concerned expression, then leaves; her heels clicking very audibly.

Luna looks down at her neon pink shirt, then back up at Matteo, who looks like he's trying hard not to laugh.

She just keeps staring at him in shock.

"Did Ambar Smith, Triple Loop Queen, just sit across from me and judge my fashion choices?"

She takes his strangled laugh as a yes.