#i don’t even know what i want from them. we will not be together. i doubt they want to try being friends and i’m not sure i would either
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neferaskingdom · 2 days ago
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♡ Two Lattes and a Truce, Please | MV1
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Summary: WAR IS OVER
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Max barely had time to react before George slammed him harder against the wall, his forearm pressing into Max’s chest. The eerily calm facade George had worn moments earlier had shattered, his eyes burning with unrestrained fury.
“How dare you?” George hissed, his voice low and shaking with rage. “How dare you go after my sister? Was this some twisted ploy to get back at me?”
Max blinked, stunned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” George snapped, his volume rising. “Do you hate me so much that you thought screwing my family was fair game? What kind of sick—”
“That’s enough,” Max growled, shoving George’s arm off his chest and stepping forward. His tone was sharp, cutting through George’s tirade. “This isn’t about you, George. This was never about you.”
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” George shot back, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’ve been dating her for over a year, Max! Behind my back! You can’t stand me, fine, but don’t drag my sister into this mess. And now—” His voice cracked slightly as his fury spiked again. “Now, you’ve got her pregnant?”
Max stiffened at the accusation, his jaw tightening. “Yes, we’ve been together for over a year. And no, this wasn’t some game or some vendetta. I love her.”
George let out a sharp, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Love her? That’s rich coming from you. You’ve spent years with a reputation for flings and one-night stands, and now you expect me to believe you’re suddenly the poster boy for commitment?”
Max’s eyes flashed. “You don’t get to decide how I feel about her. And you don’t know anything about us. She’s not just your sister, George—she’s my everything.”
George’s face twisted with a mix of anger and betrayal. “We used to be friends, Max. Before all this… tension, before the media shitstorm, I trusted you. And now I find out you’ve been sneaking around with my sister, lying to me—”
“We weren’t sneaking around to hurt you,” Max cut in. His voice softened slightly, but the edge remained. “We didn’t tell you because we knew this is exactly how you’d react. You wouldn’t have given me a chance.”
“And why the hell should I have?” George shouted, taking a step forward. “You could’ve come to me! You should’ve come to me! Instead, you lied to my face for a year, Max.”
Before the argument could escalate further, a panicked voice echoed down the alley.
“George!”
Both men turned to see Y/n running toward them, her expression a mix of frustration and fear.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled, her voice cracking. “George, let him go!”
George hesitated for a fraction of a second before releasing Max, stepping back but still glaring at him.
Max rubbed his shoulder, muttering, “Nice timing.”
“How did you even find us?” George asked, his tone clipped.
“Alex,” Y/n panted, shooting Max a look. “He saw you dragging Max into this alley and told me to come save his life before you did something stupid.”
Max snorted despite himself, but Y/n quickly rounded on him. “You—go. Let me talk to him.”
Max frowned, clearly reluctant. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Max. Go,” she insisted, her eyes darting between him and George.
After a tense moment, Max exhaled sharply and stepped back. “Fine. But I’m not going far.”
George’s jaw was tight as he stared down at Y/n, the tension in his posture palpable. He hadn’t moved since Max left, his silence heavier than any shouting match they’d ever had.
“George,” Y/n started softly, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry for avoiding you. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” George snapped, his tone clipped but not loud. He wasn’t angry enough to yell anymore, but his voice was laced with hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n? I thought we shared everything.”
She flinched at the edge in his voice. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Disappoint me?” he repeated incredulously, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a near whisper, raw with emotion. “You could never disappoint me. But lying to me for over a year? Keeping this from me? That’s not like you.”
Her chest tightened, and tears pricked her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, George. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you. You’ve made it so clear how you feel about me dating other drivers. I didn’t want you to—”
“To what? Disown you? Hate you?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “You’re my sister, Y/n. Nothing, nothing, could make me hate you.”
Y/n bit her lip, the weight of his words cracking through her defenses. “I was afraid,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “Afraid of how you’d react, afraid you wouldn’t approve. Max… he just…” She trailed off, searching for the right words.
George raised an eyebrow, his arms crossing over his chest. “He just what?”
“He grew on me, okay?” she blurted, throwing her hands in the air. “Like a fungus! He’s annoying and stubborn and so full of himself sometimes, but he’s also… sweet and caring and—”
“Fungus? Seriously?” George interrupted, giving her an exasperated look.
“Don’t make fun of me right now!” she snapped, glaring at him through her tears. “This is hard enough as it is.”
George sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, fine. Fungus. Go on.”
She hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Before I knew it, I was in love with him. And I was terrified of what you’d say, of how you’d look at me. I didn’t want to lose you, George. You’re my big brother. I need you.”
His expression softened slightly, but the hurt in his eyes remained. “You never had to worry about losing me, Y/n. But you’ve got to understand how blindsided I feel right now. You’ve been lying to me for a year. A whole year. That’s a long time to keep something this big from me.”
She nodded, her tears spilling over. “I know. And I’m sorry. But I couldn’t keep hiding it. I love him, George. I love this baby. They’re my family now, but I don’t want to lose you in the process. Please don’t make me choose.”
George’s gaze dropped to her stomach, where her hand rested protectively. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his defenses cracking. “You’re really having a baby,” he murmured, almost to himself.
Y/n nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. You’re going to be an uncle.”
The words seemed to hit him like a freight train. His eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, his anger gave way to something softer—something vulnerable. “An uncle,” he repeated, as if trying to wrap his head around it.
“Yeah,” she said again, a small smile breaking through her tears. “And judging by that face, you’re already a mess about it.”
George blinked rapidly, as though trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. “I’m not a mess,” he said gruffly, clearing his throat.
“Oh, please,” Y/n teased, stepping closer. “You’re totally about to cry. Look at you. Mr. Stoic is cracking.”
“I am not,” he insisted, though his voice wavered.
Y/n let out a watery laugh, poking him lightly in the chest. “You’re going to be such a softie with this kid. I can already see it—Uncle George, buying them whatever they want, teaching them how to drive a go-kart.”
He shook his head, finally letting out a small laugh despite himself. “Don’t push your luck.”
She smiled up at him, her tears drying as the tension between them eased. “I mean it, George. You’re going to be an amazing uncle.”
George looked at her for a long moment, his emotions written all over his face. Finally, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.
“I’m sorry for how I reacted,” he murmured against her hair. “I just… I didn’t know what to do. But I’m here now. For you, for the baby—for all of it. I promise.”
Y/n clung to him, her own tears returning but this time from relief. “Thank you,” she whispered.
As they pulled back, George’s eyes flicked to her stomach again, a small, hesitant smile tugging at his lips. “An uncle,” he said again, softer this time.
“Yep,” Y/n said, grinning. “And I fully expect you to cry when you meet them.”
He rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed him. “Not a chance.”
“We’ll see,” she teased, poking his shoulder.
George held Y/n in a tight embrace, his protective big-brother instincts still warring with the softer emotions breaking through. As he finally pulled back, his eyes flickered with something sharper. He crossed his arms and glanced toward the direction Max had left.
“Just so we’re clear,” he said, his tone firm, “I might have forgiven you, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him.”
Y/n groaned softly, already dreading where this was going. “George, come on—”
“No,” George cut her off, raising a hand. “You lied to me, yes, but Max went behind my back for a year. A year, Y/n! And then he let this whole thing explode in the most dramatic way possible.”
“It wasn’t exactly planned,” Y/n muttered, cheeks flushing.
George scoffed. “Planned or not, he’s got a lot to answer for. I’m willing to let go of our public feud for your sake but that doesn’t mean Max gets off easy. He needs to prove himself.”
“Prove himself?” she echoed, exasperated. “George, what does that even mean?”
“It means,” George said, his expression deadly serious, “that he needs to show me he’s good enough for you. And he’d better get down on one knee while he’s at it.”
Y/n’s face turned scarlet. “Oh my God, George. Stop.”
“Nope,” George said stubbornly, his tone matter-of-fact. “This is my right as your older brother after the shit you two pulled. You don’t get to say anything about it. I’m exercising my privileges.”
She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “I can’t believe this. I’m going to die of embarrassment.”
George smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Good. That’s exactly how you’re supposed to feel after pulling something like this.”
“You’re impossible,” she mumbled, but there was no real venom in her voice.
“And you’re stuck with me,” he shot back, his grin softening into something more affectionate.
Despite her embarrassment, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, nudging him lightly. “Fine. But can we at least agree that you’ll keep this lecture to just me and Max? No ambushing us at family dinner or something?”
“No promises,” George teased, but his smile made it clear he wasn’t entirely serious.
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The next morning Max stood in front of the hotel, staring at the text from George for what felt like the hundredth time. “Meet me at my hotel for coffee. 10 AM. We need to talk.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if this was going to be another thinly veiled trap or a genuine olive branch. After yesterday’s confrontation, he wasn’t holding his breath. But for Y/n’s sake, he’d go through whatever hoops George wanted him to.
He took a deep breath and walked into the lobby, spotting George sitting at a quiet corner table. Two mugs of coffee sat in front of him, steam still rising from the cups. George’s posture was straight, his face set in an unreadable expression. Max approached cautiously, offering a small nod as he slid into the chair across from him.
“Morning,” George said, his tone neutral but clipped.
“Morning,” Max replied, equally measured.
“Thanks for coming,” George said as Max slid into the seat across from him.
“I figured I didn’t have much of a choice,” Max replied lightly, though his voice held no hostility.
George gave a small smile, almost amused, but it faded quickly. “Look, I wanted to say… about yesterday. I didn’t handle things well. I was angry, and I let it get the better of me. But that doesn’t mean I regret defending my sister.”
They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them almost tangible. George was the first to break it, leaning forward slightly as he spoke. “I thought it was time we had a proper conversation, away from the cameras, away from everyone else.”
Max nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.”
George tapped his fingers against the table, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Max’s. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I’m okay with everything that’s happened. I’m not. But I need to understand… What are you doing, Max? What are your intentions with my sister?”
Max’s jaw tightened. He’d expected this question, but that didn’t make it any easier to answer. Still, he owed George the truth. “I love her,” he said firmly, meeting George’s gaze. “I have for a long time. She’s… she’s everything to me. And now, with the baby, it’s not just about love—it’s about building a life together, a family. I want to give her everything she deserves.”
George’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression still unreadable. “If that’s true, then why didn’t you come to me? Why keep it a secret for over a year? You knew how I’d feel about it, didn’t you?”
Max exhaled, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “I did. I knew you wouldn’t approve, and I didn’t want to put her in a position where she’d have to choose between us. I didn’t handle it right—hiding it wasn’t fair to you. For that, I’m sorry.”
George studied him for a long moment, his fingers still tapping against the table. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Do you intend to marry her?”
Max didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I’ve already started looking at rings.”
That admission seemed to catch George off guard, his eyebrows raising slightly. He looked away for a moment, his gaze fixed on the untouched coffee in front of him. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “I won’t lie, Max. This is going to take me some time to process. I can’t say I’m thrilled about it, but… for her—and for the baby—I’m willing to put our differences aside. We can be cordial. But don’t mistake that for approval. You’ve got a long way to go before you earn that.”
Max nodded, his expression serious. “I understand. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I’m worthy of her.”
George leaned forward again, his voice hardening. “One more thing. If you ever hurt her—if you ever make her regret this—I won’t hesitate to make you pay. I don’t care if you’re a four-time world champion or the King of the Netherlands. I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Max’s lips twitched in a faint smile. “If I ever do anything to hurt her, I’ll come to you myself and let you deal with me.”
That seemed to satisfy George, who leaned back again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good. Then we’re on the same page.”
There was a moment of silence before George let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. “God, I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle.”
Max chuckled softly. “You’ll be a great uncle. The kid’s already lucky to have you.”
George shook his head, laughing lightly. “Don’t butter me up, Verstappen. It’s not going to make me go easy on you.”
Max smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
George’s expression turned serious again. “I’m giving you a chance here, Max. Don’t waste it.”
“I won’t,” Max said, his voice steady. “I promise.”
“Also,” Max began, his tone more subdued, “I want to apologize for some of the things I’ve said about you in the media.”
George’s eyes snapped up to meet his, eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.
“I shouldn’t have insulted your driving the way I did,” Max continued. “I was frustrated, angry… you know how it gets out there sometimes. But that doesn’t make it okay. You’re a talented driver, and I should’ve respected that, even if we were at odds.”
George nodded slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. “I appreciate that,” he said quietly. “And… I owe you an apology too.”
Max tilted his head, waiting.
“I shouldn’t have called you dangerous,” George admitted, his voice a little heavier with guilt. “That was crossing a line, and it wasn’t fair. I let my emotions get the better of me after… well, after what happened in the steward’s room. I shouldn’t have let it get so personal.”
Max leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest as he processed George’s words. After a beat, he gave a small, understanding nod. “We were both running high on adrenaline and emotions. It happens. But if you’re willing to move past it, so am I.”
George offered a faint smile, one that looked genuine despite the lingering awkwardness. “Yeah, I think it’s about time we put it behind us. For Y/n’s sake, if nothing else.”
“For Y/n,” Max echoed with a small smile of his own.
They both extended their hands almost at the same time. Their handshake was firm, a silent agreement that they were both ready to turn the page.
As they stood to leave, George clapped Max on the back, his expression softening. “For what it’s worth, Max… I hope you prove me wrong.”
“I will,” Max replied confidently. “For her.”
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y/n_russell posted:
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y/n_russell: Plot twist of the century: Baby Verstappen-Russell loading… 🍼❤️
Comments:
georgerussell63: I’m so excited to be an uncle!! 🥹❤️
y/n_russell: I just know you're going to be the best uncle ever Georgie ❤️ user: Hold up. George Russell is actually HAPPY about this?! What parallel universe are we in?! user: George in the comments acting all sweet now… Sir, we SAW you death-staring Max at the anthem. Don’t think we forgot 💀
user: SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP. THE DRAMA. THE PLOT. THE ABSOLUTE CHAOS.
user: Y’all laughed at me when I said this was real. NOW WHO’S LAUGHING?!
user: I would like to personally APOLOGIZE to you. I thought you were joking about this, but clearly, you knew what you were doing. user: I need to apologize too for saying this wasn’t real. I genuinely thought you were being delusional. user: And THIS is why we don’t call people delusional, y’all!! Everyone owes her an apology immediately.
user: This baby just united two bloodlines like it’s Game of Thrones or something.
lewishamilton: Congratulations, Y/n and Max! Wishing you all the best on this exciting journey 🙌
y/n_russell: Thank you Lew 🥹
user: MAX VERSTAPPEN AND GEORGE RUSSELL AS FAMILY?!
user: The Verstappen-Russell feud will NEVER die. Even the baby can’t fix this 💀
user: I cannot BELIEVE the Verstappen-Russell baby is real. We live in the wildest timeline.
user: This baby has been conceived in a PR warzone. Their future memoir is gonna slap.
user: George, make Max get on one knee IMMEDIATELY. We are NOT doing this out of order!!
user: The way George probably has an Excel sheet for his new uncle duties… God bless this baby.
landonorris: I CALL GODFATHER. EVERYONE ELSE CAN BACK OFF.
charles_leclerc: Sorry, Lando, but I already submitted my application. Try again. oscarpiastri: Pretty sure I saved Max’s life this week. I should automatically win godfather. user: CHARLES AND LANDO FIGHTING OVER GODFATHER RIGHTS HAS ME ON THE FLOOR.
user: Y/n is so gorgeous, it’s unfair. Like, she’s PREGNANT, and she looks like THAT?!
user: I genuinely thought the Verstappen-Russell feud couldn’t get crazier, but then THIS happened.
user: Imagine being this baby and knowing your dad and uncle almost threw hands in the paddock over you. Icon.
carmenmmundt: So, so happy for you both!!! Baby Verstappen-Russell is already so loved. Can’t wait to spoil them.
y/n_russell: Carmen 😭❤️ Thank you! You and the girls have been the absolute best.
maxverstappen1: My love, you are my everything ❤️ I can’t wait to do this with you.
y/n_russell: I love you so much, Maxie 🥹❤️ georgerussell63: Okay, enough. Keep it PG. user: GEORGE SHUTTING IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY LMAO. user: George really said, “Not on my watch.”
user: The way Y/n just casually dropped this and logged off like the internet wasn’t gonna explode. Queen behavior.
user: welcome to the world baby Verstappen-Russell ❤️
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amoressb · 3 days ago
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───── LIKE HIM ? 박성훈 P. SH
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ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ there are times where sunghoon wishes he was…like him 。。 bf!sunghoon x reader. angst , fluff & wc. 1.06k ; insecurity , reassurance , skinship 。。
──── ARCHiVE
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the rain drummed softly against the apartment windows, it’s steady rhythm filling the quiet space. sunghoon sat at the kitchen table, his elbows resting on the worn wooden surface, his hands clasped together. he stared down at his coffee, now cold and untouched, his thoughts heavier than the storm clouds outside.
your laughter carried faintly from the living room. you were on the couch, scrolling through your phone and watching videos. normally, the sound of your laughter eased sunghoon, made him feel like everything in the world was okay for a moment but tonight, it only made the knot in his stomach tighten.
sunghoon wasn’t blind to the differences between himself and your ex, eathen. he’s seen the photos on your social media—snapshots of eathen holding you close, planting kisses on your cheek, or wrapping his arms around your waist in public like he couldn’t bear to let you go. eathen had been open, warm, and effortlessly romantic. sunghoon… wasn’t. he loved you deeply, but he wasn’t good at expressing it in the same way. he didn’t instinctively reach for your hand in public or shower you with compliments.
he wondered if you missed that.
the thought gnawed at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. he pushed his chair back, the sound scraping against the floor, and stood. your head turned toward the sound, your face lighting up when you saw him. “hey,” you said warmly. “i was wondering when you were going to come join me.”
sunghoon hesitated in the doorway. “can we…talk for a second?”
your smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. you put your phone down and sat up straight, patting the seat next to you. “of course, come here.”
he walked over slowly, sitting down beside you but leaving a small gap between. you noticed immediately and scooted closer, resting your hand on his knee. “what’s wrong?”
sunghoon looked down at your hand for a moment, then took a deep breath. “do you ever… wish i was different?” he asked quietly.
you blinked, caught off guard. “what do you mean?”
“like… do you ever wish i was more like eathen?” the words felt heavy in his mouth, but he forced them out. “he was so good at showing you how much he cared. he always knew the right things to say, the right things to do and i’m just…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “i’m not like that. i’m not good at being affectionate and i know i come off as cold sometimes. i just… i don’t want you to feel like i don’t love you because i don’t show it the way he did.”
your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. you shifted closer, your hand moving to his cheek to gently turn his face toward hers. “hoon,” you said softly, “where is this coming from?”
he shrugged, avoiding your eyes. “i just… i think about it a lot. you deserve someone who can give you all those little romantic things. someone who’s warm and expressive and can make you feel loved all the time and i don’t know if i’m that guy.”
your expression softened as you listened. you let your hand drop to his, lacing your fingers with his. “hoon,” you began gently, “i don’t want you to be eathen. i don’t want you to be anyone but you.”
“but what if that’s not enough?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“it is,” you said firmly. “you’re enough. you think i don’t notice the way you show me you care? you do it in your own way and it means more to me than anything eathen ever did. you don’t hold my hand all the time, but you always make sure i’m okay. you bring me my favorite snacks when i don’t ask for them. you remember the things i say, even when i forget i said them. that’s love, hoon.”
sunghoon looked at you, his doubt still lingering but softened by your words. you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. he stiffened at first, but your warmth was impossible to resist. slowly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and let himself relax into your embrace, his head resting on your shoulder.
“come on,” you murmured, guiding him to lie down on the couch with you. you tugged him gently until he was resting on top of you, his weight pressing you into the cushions in a way that felt grounding.
he opened his mouth to protest, but you shushed him softly, your hand moving to the back of his head. “just let me hold you for a bit, okay?”
he closed his eyes, letting himself sink into your touch. your fingers threaded through his hair, your other hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back. you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, then another, your lips lingering as if trying to imprint reassurance into him.
“you’re everything to me,” you whispered against his hair. “you don’t have to be anyone else. you don’t have to do grand gestures or say all the right words. just being here with me, like this, is all i’ve ever wanted.”
sunghoon’s arms tightened around you as your words washed over him, his chest aching in a way that felt both painful and healing.
“i love you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “i love the way you care, even when you don’t think it’s enough. i love your quiet moments, your thoughtfulness, the way you see me. you’re more than enough, hoon…always.”
he didn’t respond, but you could feel his breathing start to slow, his body growing heavier against yours as he began to drift off. you continued to rub his back and press soft kisses to his head, whispering sweet nothings into the quiet room.
“you’re my everything,” you said softly. “my home, my safe place.”
the rain continued to fall outside as you held him close, your love for him pouring out in every touch, every whispered word. sunghoon, for the first time in weeks, felt his doubts quiet, replaced by the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear.
as he fell asleep in your arms, he realized that maybe he didn’t need to be perfect. maybe just being himself was all you ever wanted.
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willyoubemycherryy · 2 days ago
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Intimacy Cues (C. Kent)
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Summary: Who better to teach you how to talk body when you never learned the language?
Contains: smut AND plot so it’s long,depressing past, the college au you all secretly needed, struggles with physical touch, struggles with any form of intimacy, one mild panic attack, Clark is understanding but hot, dumb ideas, hugging, bonding, kissing, making out, it starts off shaky then soft but quickly snowballs into horn-e central, size kink, slight dumbification, strength kink, first kisses, virginity kept but not for long just give me till the second part, Clark is a little infatuated, they’re so nasty about each other my word, grinding, kissing (no forreal), prayer bc we all need it
A/N- my stomach is fine, it wasn’t a tumor but a blockage because of something I ate that never digested, causing my tummy to bloat and swell but they fixed me up so I’m back😈
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. .* ੈ✩‧₊•
“Nononono- no, stop!!”
This might be the worst decision of your entire life.
Clark pulls away again, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in concern but also exasperation because-
“Hey! It’s okay- you’re okay. Remember…you were the one who asked for my help.” He didn’t say the obvious “but we’re not getting any farther” part out loud but it echoes through your head all the same and you breathe out a deep sigh; regretting it with the depths of your very being but, yes. You did ask him for his help.
Help with what? The answer would’ve ended your social life if anyone who wasn’t Clark had found out.
You needed his help with…closeness- intimacy.
Growing up you were always awkward. Not in a charming way or even unconventional, you just simply didn’t make the cut based by society’s standards. You were always too gangly, too weird, too timid; so imagine the surprise come middle of highschool to now college where you’ve finally grown into yourself.
You know how you like to dress and which clothes look hottest on you, you know what hairstyle suits best for your face shape, you’re still weird but you’re also sarcastic which somehow equals charm to people and you’ve also managed to come out of your shell a bit. Becoming more confident from people naturally gravitating towards you after your blooming stage and even more after letting your friends convince you to join your college’s cheerleading team. You’d become everything you wanted to always try.
Pretty, popular, and fun. The problem?
Thanks to how much of a late bloomer you were, you never got the chance to get comfortable with others intimately during your formative years. Nobody liked you in that way and you were terrified of embarrassing yourself so there was nothing. No first kiss, no first dance with a boy, hell- even now you still get uneasy when others stare at you too long. Hiding behind your image as a college sweetheart made everything you were still to unsettled to try easier. Don’t misunderstand; it wasn’t that you never wanted those things, it’s that you’re not used to others suddenly picking you for those kinds of things after being invisible and missing out on them for almost all your life to the point where you don’t know how to deal with it when those moments do happen.
Still, you acted like everything was fine.
Playing the role of pretty cheerleader- the flirty tease that was favored by many even though that favor was shallow as a tear on a hot day. You pretended. And it was working, nobody knew…or so you believed.
Cue to one of the football teams parties where you’d been flirting with a guy, coy smile painted on your face as you giggled softly whenever he spoke, batting your pretty eyes at him in your little mini skirt. It had been going well until he suddenly leaned closer, focusing solely on you and when you felt the heat of his skin from how close he was- it felt as if the color had drained from your face, leaving you frozen as you became so uncomfortable it was visible; nerves screaming at you to flee until you listened. Spinning on your heels and bolting, trying to calm your breathing enough to will the cotton out of your ears.
You didn’t realize it then but a certain pair of blue eyes had been watching the whole thing. He’s always seen you. Which is funny because you almost always actively avoid him. In fact, he’s seen you enough to know that this isn’t the first time you’ve had that reaction and one day after a particularly rough week of endless pondering over you; he decides to just ask you after practice is over. Clark waits until his and your friends leave, it being only you and him on the field when he starts to walk over to you. The sound of incoming footsteps make you look up and when you see him, he can hear the very second your heart stops; skipping a beat before it quickly begins to thrum out of rhythm.
Honestly, there genuinely are not enough words to describe how attractive Clark Kent was. He was so incomprehensibly beautiful that you avoided Clark altogether just to avoid getting a headache from staring at him for too long especially since the real suffering started when he’d smile. Seemingly perfect pearly white straight teeth but when his grin broadened, his sharp canines would show, leaving you breathless every time. The type of good looking that was flat out overwhelming. Besides being apart of adjacent stereotypes, you two didn’t go together but there was no animosity.
Clark stops and you have to look up at him because of his hulking size. At almost 6’4 he nearly dwarfed you and his proportions matched. Thick, beefy everything- everywhere and you swallow before forcing a smile on your face. While you preferred to avoid him for the sake of keeping yourself out of the psych ward from how crazy he could drive you; you were still curious as to why he came to talk to you. He takes a moment to just look at you, cerulean eyes almost glowing but he doesn’t realize how intense his stare is until you start to shuffle on your feet- dainty hands twitching nervously at your side and that’s when he speaks.
“Hey…I know we don’t usually talk or anything but are you okay?” Even his voice is dreamy but confusion draws on your face because you felt fine; nervous, like you were around any guy you thought was cute, but fine. Clark elaborates at your expression,
“Y’know because of what happened at the party last-”, that seems to jog your memory enough to snap you out of it, eyebrows shooting up as dread overtakes over your face. You whip your head around, making sure there’s no witnesses when you grab him by his sweaty shirt, dragging him all the way behind the bleachers as you slam him against the metal. Clark is caught so off guard that he just lets it happen; lets the pretty thing half his size drag him as you pleased. Your eyes shift as you glare up at him.
You’re positive he’s talking about your little freak out with close proximity guy, the one that made you leave the party completely; walking so fast you nearly burned a trail in the carpet. Heart pounding, you start to spiral.
He wasn’t supposed to see that. He like everyone else- was supposed to be too drunk to notice anything.
Your nose scrunches, full lips curling in a snarl. “I swear if you say anything to anyone-!” You’re threatening him so fast, Clark falters, raising his hands in defense, debilitating blue eyes widening as he starts to plead his case.
“No no-! I didn’t! I-“, He stutters at your harsh gaze, the feel of your hands soaking through his shirt, warming his chest. He needs to hurry up and explain himself before you start disliking him. “I was just worried! Whenever I see you and a guy, even if you act interested-“, he rushes out, panting as he talks even faster, “the second they get too close you look like you’ll vomit!” Your hostility melts into shock and even more confusion and you let go of his shirt, stepping back as you study him, his words stuck in your mind.
“How..? Are you- you’ve been paying that close attention to me? When do you even see me?” You’re at such a loss for words that it’s hard to string them together to properly question him.
“…I”, he swallows harshly, “I always see you.” It’s pure adrenaline that motors his mouth- he thought he was over the time when lovely faced girls made him nervous but you were unexpectedly feisty. It lit something tingly in him. Your eyes search his face and he spills. “I see how you flirt but you’re sarcastic too. Everyone is so taken by your pretty that they don’t even notice, they just call it ‘wit”, he manages to catch his breath enough to sound less panicked now that you look like you won’t kill him, “I see how even though you’re a flyer, you hate heights-”
“H-how-?”
“Your right leg shakes when they lift you, no matter how stable your base is.” Your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out, heart racing when his voice goes soft,
“But what I’m saying is- so what that you’re not really what you give off? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ‘Jus curious why you think it is…”, he blinks those long lashes at you and you find yourself explaining the tale of your sordid social past.
By the end of it he’s stunned speechless.
You? Just how bad was your awkward phase for nobody to be interested in you? Wait so that also probably meant that-
“You’re a virgin?!”
You slap your hands over his mouth with a speed equal to his own, face flushed as you shush him, hissing in a low whisper.
“Jesus Chri- shut up! Are you trying to tell the entire campus?!!” You let out another heavy sigh.
“…yes, I am”. You let your hands fall to the side, refusing to look at him while he’s trying to process; silence filling the space between you. You’ve accepted that your ego will never recover from the most gorgeous being on the planet knowing about all your…truths. That you looked and acted the part of a vixen just to hide that you secretly weren’t.
“…so you’ve never done anyt-”,
“No.”
Well then.
You can’t take another long drag of awkward silence, turning to face the boy who knew you probably more than anyone else did.
“Look- I would’ve loved to remedy this but I-”
“Can’t stomach whenever a guy gets too close due to previous deep rooted societal wrought insecurities…” Bingo.
“Well for what it’s worth,” he gives you one of his disarming grins and a flush creeps up your neck; warming your ears, “I think you’re doing fine now.” You snap your head down to see that you two are standing fairly close or at least closer than you normally allow and you don’t have that itch to get him as far away from you as possible. That’s when you get the idea that- “Oh my god! You can help me get over my thing! This is perfect!”! You’re practically vibrating with glee, excited to finally have all your firsts without that looming of touch related dread haunting you. Clark however is swarmed with various images of him “helping” you and can’t keep his ears from reddening at all the different scenarios where he’d be required to be close to you and begins to stutter.
“W-well, I wa- not that I-! I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean w-we-”, you cut him off before he can weasel out of it, eyebrows creasing in frustration. You unconsciously step closer, your sweet smell bathes his senses as he stares you down, trying not to gulp too hard. “Please, Clark?”, you start and he swallows harshly at how his name sounds in that whiny tone from your lips.
“It can’t be anyone else because you’re the only one who knows! We’re not close now but we could be-“, and the double meaning makes him tune out completely as he only watches your plump lips move; not even registering the sound coming from them. He was thankful you didn’t ask him why he watched you so closely because the answer was one he wasn’t ready to even admit to himself.
Your lips stop moving after a while and them paired with your begging doe eyes make him cave, Clark nodding in hopeless defeat. He was supposed to be over the influence of pretty girls.
“S’okay, I’ll help you out. Your secret’s safe with me.” The corner of his mouth tilts up in a lopsided smile that was somehow both attractive but made you feel safe and you smile shyly back. You were nervous but you know Clark is a good guy- reckless as hell with his charms- but a good guy. What could go wrong?
Standing in the middle of your dorm room with your arms wound tight around yourself is when you find out that alot can go wrong.
Clark came over and you two came up with a starting plan that seemed the easiest: talk and slowly close the distance between you two until he was touching and looking at you without you getting uncomfortable or pushing him away. It sounded simple enough at first only…. you severely underestimated how you’d react to Clark. The way his deep mellow voice sounded in your ears, how he always held such steady eye contact as he moved towards you, that heavenly jawline tilting when he’d think too long. Already, Clark was big from afar but up close he was even bigger. Strong arms and broad shoulders; chest so thick it was noticeable through his shirt. You were used to others falling at your feet but Clark stood fine and it affected you in ways you didn’t prepare to deal with, so you tried to do what you always did- ignore it.
Matching Clark’s light conversation as you two eventually get more comfortable, gradually gravitating towards each other with slow short steps. The air shifts when you exhale and the breath tickles his chest. This is when you normally get squeamish but you merely hesitate for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and pushing yourself by letting him keep his distance.
His hand twitch and he shuffles a bit closer, biceps flexing as he reaches out, resting his hands on your shoulders; your conversation quiets as he stares at you with perfectly blue lidded eyes and then you feel the stirrings of restlessness under your skin. That impeding urge to get away. Despite the way you feel, the slow atmosphere helps you tremendously to not pull away but your pulse spikes all the same. His hands felt nice. You take another deep breath as you try to come to terms with what you were feeling.
Clark was a guy.
A guy who was standing in your bubble, touching you- looking at you.
A million emotions fly across your face at record speed and Clark doesn’t move any more for the next couple minutes. No, he waits for you; large rough palms warm on your bare shoulders while his pinky idly messes with the thin strap of your top. Your skin was soft. The heavy rise and fall of your chest has him focusing on you more intensely, trying to get a read on how you felt until you break the silence with a shaky exhale.
“We can keep going- you can keep touching me.” He knows you don’t mean it that way but his ears burn anyways as he nods. Taking a second to think before taking his hands off you to take yours, ignoring your big eyes look as he places your hands around his waist- inevitably moving closer and his voice softens like he’ll frighten you away if he were to speak any louder.
“You can touch me too. Promise I don’t mind…this is for you after all.” You suppress a whine because being so close was already hard with you fighting every instinct yelling at you to get gone and go somewhere where nobody could comprehend you but now with Clark staring at you like that, it was even harder. Your eyes flick about the room as you flatten your palms more against his back, mentally rolling your eyes back at how his muscles feel. You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip but Clark does, instantly alert the second he felt your small hands nervously press against him, his eyes zeroed in on the swollen skin dipping under the pressure of your teeth. He feels bad because while he was supposed to be helping you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you were being so shy but hardheaded enough to build up the grit to go for what scared you because you wanted it.
Without taking his eyes off your face, he rubs his hands up to your neck, making you squeak before smoothing them back down your shoulders; repeating the motions with a gentle hum.
The room feels hot- you felt hot and jittery but it’s too much. Unable to keep the waves at bay, goosebumps trickle over your skin and your eyes scrunch in panic as your breathing picks up. He was close. Close and touching you. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes because you know when you do, you’ll be naked for all to see and you scream.
“Stop!”
Nobody can see you-nobody’s supposed to be seeing you, the girl who was never even chose last as you were overlooked entirely no matter how badly you wanted to reach out. Maybe that’s what started your fear. Maybe you were scared of losing experiences because of rejection.
Clark doesn’t move away but he isn’t touching you anymore and you aren’t touching him as your hands fly to the sides of your head, trying to calm yourself down and guilt pours over him. He wants to hug you; comfort you but he knows that pulling you against him in a hug will only worsen things right now so he waits. Closing his eyes to help you feel at ease, listening closely to the beat of your heart until your breaths quiet and he hears it fluctuate back to normal. He keeps his eyes closed until he feels your small trembling hands slide back around him and instead of putting his hands on your shoulders, he moves his arms around them; resting them against your back but not pulling you in yet. It’s quiet besides the hushed sounds of him cooing at you and your breathing. The air now has an underlying current and you shift in his heavy arms, inhaling deeply as you finally look up at his face. Shyly, you cut the silence; voice soft as how you feel.
“…you can open your eyes now..” Clark feels his own heart speed up before he responds, low tone matching yours and electricity hits you when it clicks. This is intimate.
“Are you okay? We can stop and try again some other time; I don’t wanna upset-,”
“I want you to look at me.”
His eyes pop open at your command, peering down at you in such a way that your breath catches; anxiousness rising up you again but you stay right where you are. Willing yourself to embrace the exposed way he makes you feel.
Under the heat of his stare it’s like he’s seeing everything you’ve ever hid or been but his hold is steady enough to let you know he’s there with you and he’s not going anywhere. You still feel naked but more than that, you feel safe. Comfortable enough to not shy away from his warmth, you take another breath; looking up at him through your lashes- making his head fuzzy.
His eyes shift from their usual blue to the shade of the sea after a storm and you’re swept away, logic going with you as you slowly glide your hands up his sides to his where his arms hold you. Feeling every dip and curve of his strong build until you reach his hands, repositioning them around your lower back. You move closer but because you two were already standing so close- your chests touch and Clark stops breathing. The soft swell of your breasts move against his body with your every inhale and he finds his senses filled with you.
Your gaze is torn away when you turn your head, looking down as you drop against his chest. Arms looping around him making his own instinctively curl around you, holding you tight to the firm but soft muscle of his chest. You both pause for a few minutes- waiting for the urgent panic but it never comes. Instead, you melt into him with a relieved sigh, warm breath bleeding into his shirt. You two were officially hugging.
And you were in heaven.
You never knew close contact with the opposite gender could be so delightful. Clark was just so big and warm and smelled so good, you bury your face into the meat of his pec almost deliriously, sighing happily. Fuck, you really had been missing out. His arms are firm and heavy against your back, effectively locking you against him. The endorphin rush hitting you has you practically purring; the sounds of your bliss vibrating Clark’s chest and he smiles, letting you get your fix as he enjoys the way you fit into his arms.
Unsurprisingly, you two stay like that for a while. Fitted against each other in the silence of your cozy bedroom. He sees the top of your head move and he’s suddenly looking into your eyes, pupils blown so wide that your eyes are black. Clark has to bite his lip to keep from smiling at how cute you look. Your eyes flit down to his mouth to see the peek of his fangs that always show, letting out a small breathy ‘oh’ when you do. You’re still reeling in all the best ways as you rest your chin against his chest, unabashedly looking at his handsome face.
Clark raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the phantom hearts in your eyes and the way your small feet are standing on top of his larger ones while you make no attempt to separate your bodies, completely content with his proximity. He likes you so he likes your closeness and he’s even more elated that you seem to like him being so close too. Speaking lowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he checks if you’re still on the planet with him.
“This okay, sweetheart? Y’enjoying yourself?” The petname slips out but you don’t move or rush to correct him as your blood simmers, a numbingly pleasant heat washing over you so strong it’s hard to think. Running your hands in a slow caress up his back, you feel the muscles flex as his arm twitches and a smile grows on your face as you blink dumbly- brain currently taking a break, you mumble sweetly,
“Mmhm, yeah never better.”
And it’s true. You’ve never felt this safe, this free with anyone that wasn’t immediate family or your best girl friends. He was touching you and seeing you but you didn’t care because you knew whatever he was seeing and touching, was safe as it would ever be with him.
Clark huffs out a laugh at your belated response, moving one of his hands in a warm caress up your back, feeling you shiver and he bites his lip again. You were so alluring without even having to try and he breathes to reign himself in since he was currently the first and only to have you melting like this from a hug alone. If a hug got you like this he could only imagine how beautifully you’d respond to-
“Um, C-Clark?” Your soft voice brings him back as he hums, flicking his eyes down lazily at you.
“Yeah, baby?” Your sweet little gasp makes him realize that he just called you another nickname but you don’t seem to mind, flustering prettily in his arms. He leans down closer to your face, only to hear you better, eyes patient as he stares at you.
“I know this is supposed to be about me but how do you feel? You’ve been so good with me..I just wanna make sure you’re okay too.” Clark smiles, moved that you’re worrying about him even with all his experience.
“Yeah I feel good but how about you? Want me to let go or we can try something different?” He would’ve asked if you wanted to stop but he was going off your body language and it was telling him distance was the last thing you wanted and he was right as you shook your head before resting your chin back into his chest, looking up at him with those pupil eclipsed doe eyes.
“I feel great but…”, your voice gets smaller as it takes on an almost needy tone before stopping altogether. You snap your face back into his chest and he’s even more curious to get it out of you but you just can’t say it.
“You really don’t need to be embarrassed. Clothed or naked, we all start somewhere”, he whispers against the top of your head, stroking your back soothingly as you try to talk yourself into asking him before you chicken out, “with me you can start wherever you want and you know I’ll never tell. Or make fun of you..”,
His voice is tender with warmness and it turns your reservations to raindrops as you look back into his eyes. Steeling your nerve, you ground yourself with the way you feel in another persons arms for the first time in your life- his arms and decide to go for it.
“You said- we can try something different?” Your heart begins to race again as Clark’s starts to pound. He can’t keep the heat out of eyes as he returns your stare, nodding.
“Yeah. We can do whatever you want.” His breath wafts across your face, forehead resting against yours and the rate at which you find yourself needing him- scares you. You’ve been depraved of this kind of contact to the point of fear since forever but now…
“Then…can we-“, you blink rapidly, not wanting to verbalize it but not wanting to go without even more.
“Can we kiss please?”
Clark has to shut his eyes. You looked so sweet, felt so soft and even though you couldn’t keep the neediness from seeping into your words, you still asked so politely. Blood rushes through his ears as he feels a familiar stirring in his groin, taking a deep breath because it wouldn’t do for him to lose control now, his voice is heady with pure want when he answers,
“F’course. I’d love to kiss, baby.”
Large hands settle around your waist as you get pulled completely flush to him, legs almost intertwining while your pelvises touch; bodies glued together. The languid heat of arousal thrums through you, making your head spin.
Your lips part when Clark presses his forehead more firmly against yours, lighting you from the inside out when he dips his neck to slot his open mouth over yours.
Immediately your chest burns, heart feeling like each pump is gasoline, fueling the fire hes started in you. Clark’s full lips slide against yours, alternating between suckling at your top lip then bottom lip slowly, coaxing you to follow his lead, groaning his approval and the sound turns you up as you press yourself harder against his body. You feel so good you’re thrumming- heat steadily pulsing through you.
Your heads move from how hard you’re kissing, slick sounds coming from your mouths intensifying as you get rougher, delicious shivers all up your spine. Clark presses his lips fully against yours, moving them open wider with his own, hot breaths mingling as he licks hotly against the opening of your mouth. A bolt of pleasure hits you so hard that you gasp, wrenching your mouth off his as you moan- the needy little thing so whiny it makes his cock fatten in his pants as you pant against each others lips. Fuck. He can smell how wet you are. The sweet, heady smell makes his mouth water with him tossing shame clean out the window.
“Can I put my tongue in your mouth? Please, pretty girl?” You move your arms around his neck to get as close as possible, nodding desperately.
“God, yes-!” His mouth is back to consuming yours before you finish. Opening your lips with the force of his swollen ones, he sucks your bottom lip before lapping his tongue into your mouth. You twitch in his hold, even more turned on when he doesn’t have to move to keep your squirming in place, casual show of strength making you lightheaded as he swallows your moans. Wet smacks fill the air, your grip on him tightening when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You get wetter and he can tell, growling in pleasure as he suddenly lifts you; your legs locking around his waist as he uses his hold on yours to grind you against him. The result is instantaneous. You melt like cotton candy, chest shaking against his from your pleasured moans as your shared spit wets your lips. Still aware of the fact that you need to breathe, Clark pulls away with a suck of your lips- staring at you hungrily with dark eyes.
He can’t even remember when he picked you up but the tiny undulations of your hips let him know it was a welcome decision. You looked so good. Lips puffy n slick, doe eyes teary and blown out, wet as fuck with your hard nipples poking through your top…you could ask him for every one of Saturns rings and he’d get them for you.
Clark takes a deep lungful of your tantalizing scent before he checks on you again.
“How was that, sweetheart? Y’first kiss right?” You nod, cupping his face. You can’t help the way you smooch more pecks onto his pink lips, aching as you answer.
“It was so good”, you drag your nose down his jaw; kissing his ear as you whisper into it, “you feel so good, Clark..”. You have him completely hard at this point, thick and fat as his tip oozes pre when you start to whine. He almost feels bad that you’ve waited so long, being so pent up wasn’t good and you deserved to feel good everyday.
“What’s wrong baby?” The low timbre of his voice makes your pulse skyrocket, causing you to absolutely dissolve against him, hips twitching as he helped you rub yourself on him.
“I-I need..-“, you let out a soft cry and he quickly soothes you. Kissing you deeply before pulling away, licking his lips of your taste as he verbalizes exactly what you need.
“Need to cum?”
The heat in your chest blooms up to your face as you nod, suddenly growing shy but still comfortable. You purr as Clark presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, looking at you with pretty lidded eyes.
“Would it be okay if I made you cum princess?”
The utterly wrecked moan that comes out of your mouth has goosebumps scattering up his arms, holding you tighter as you nod vigorously.
“I need words baby”, he whispers. Giving you another kiss to tempt you and it works. He was too irresistible and he knew it.
“Yeah, you can make me cum Clark.” And with that he carries you over to your bed, laying you on the plushness as he takes over your mouth again with a hungry groan, your hands touching everywhere until he pulls away- fangs on display as he smiles making fire sweep through your veins.
Massaging your legs, he rises on his knees- taking off his shirt as your mind checks out from how hot he is, shifting restlessly as the ache in your pussy throbs with the best pain. Whining his name, Clark cooes at you; big hands moving to pull your clothes off. Your nerves are going haywire but you need this- need him to make you feel things, lifting your hips to help him slide your shorts and underwear off, spreading your legs as you let him get a good look at your messy wet hole twitching in need.
Clark swears, hooking his hands under your knees and bending them towards your chest. Exposing you more as he licks his lips, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt.
“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty and I’ll give you what you need..”
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Could you do a Leah Williamson one where reader is a chef and has restaurant establishments worldwide and just located one in England a couple months ago and the England girls are a having a camp in London and since everyone is all together for camp they want to celebrate with a fancy dinner and they start discussing restaurants and readers restaurant is put out there, but some of the girls disagree because they tried to eat there but it was always booked up, so when Leah gets home she talks to reader and gets them a table, so Leah texts the team gc and say dress fancy tomorrow night and the location of the restaurant and the gc starts blowing, but she ignores it, and when they all go to the restaurant and ask questions and Leah’s like she has connections, but come to find out that Leah is dating reader then reader sits down beside Leah and the team gets to know her a little and when they go to pay reader says it’s already taken care of.
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Warnings: a kiss?
Leah Williamson x Chef!Reader
- Dress fancy -
MasterList
Leah Williamson kicked her boots off at the door, the satisfying thud against the floor signaling the end of another long day. Training had been intense, but it wasn’t the drills or tactics replaying in her mind—it was the chaotic group chat blowing up her phone during the drive home.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, scrolling through dozens of messages.
Tooney: “We should go to that new restaurant tomorrow.”
Brightness: “What’s it called? The fancy one that’s always booked?”
Backheel: “You mean Palace Place? Impossible. I’ve been trying to get a table since it opened.”
Brightness: “Same. That place is like gold dust.”
Tooney: “We need something special, though. We’re all together. Ideas?”
Leah smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter as she typed her response:
Captain: “Sorted. 7 PM tomorrow. Dress fancy.”
The chat exploded.
Tooney: “LEAH.”
Backheel: “How?!”
Brightness: “You didn’t even say where!”
Walshy: “She probably means Nando’s.”
Tooney: “I swear, if this is a joke…”
Leah tossed her phone on the counter, ignoring the continued barrage of messages, and walked into the living room. The soft hum of classical music filtered through the space, and the faint aroma of roasted garlic and herbs greeted her.
“Smells amazing,” she called, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
You stood by the stove, dressed casually in an apron, hair tied back, moving with the kind of effortless grace Leah never tired of watching. You glanced over your shoulder, a smile already forming.
“Hey, you. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Leah walked up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. “I don’t know how you do it. Training kills me, and you’re here cooking like it’s nothing.”
“Years of practice,” you teased, leaning back into her embrace. “How was camp?”
Leah hesitated, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. “Good. The girls want to go out tomorrow night. Celebrate being all together.”
You turned in her arms, raising an eyebrow. “And let me guess, they want to go somewhere fancy?”
She grinned. “They were debating places, and your restaurant came up.”
“Did it now?” you asked, amusement coloring your tone. “And what did you say?”
“I didn’t.” Leah shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Didn’t want to out myself as having an in with the chef-owner who happens to be my girlfriend.”
You laughed softly, running a hand down her arm. “So you’re here to use your connections?”
“Obviously,” Leah said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Any chance you can fit us in tomorrow?”
You rolled your eyes but smiled. “For you? Always. How many?”
“About 20.”
You blinked. “20?”
Leah winced. “Yeah… full squad.”
“Good thing I like you,” you teased, reaching for your phone to call the restaurant.
Leah sent the address to the group chat in the morning, and as expected, chaos ensued.
Tooney: “No way. THE Palace place?!”
Backheel: “Leah, I’m actually screaming.”
Daily mail: “I tried booking for my mum’s birthday and couldn’t. HOW?”
Brightness: “She must know someone.”
Tooney: “Leah Williamson: captain, legend, and apparently a magician.”
Leah ignored it all, casually walking into the training facility as if her phone wasn’t buzzing nonstop in her pocket.
The team arrived promptly at 7 PM, dressed to impress. The restaurant was stunning, its interior sleek yet inviting, with warm lighting that made everything glow. They were escorted to a private dining room where a long table awaited, set with pristine white linens, sparkling glassware, and fresh flowers.
“This is insane,” Ella muttered, taking in the surroundings.
“How did you pull this off?” Millie asked Leah, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
Leah smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I told you. Connections.”
The team was halfway through the meal—an exquisite multi-course experience—when the door to the dining room opened. You walked in, your chef’s jacket pristine, a warm smile on your face.
“Good evening, ladies,” you greeted.
The table fell silent, all eyes turning to you. Leah tried to suppress a grin as you approached.
“Everything to your liking so far?” you asked, your gaze briefly meeting Leah’s.
“The food’s incredible,” Keira said. “Are you the chef?”
You nodded. “And the owner.”
Murmurs of amazement rippled through the group.
Leah cleared her throat, sitting up straighter. “Everyone, this is Y/n.”
“Wait…” Rachel’s eyes darted between you and Leah. “This is your connection?”
Leah shrugged, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I know people.”
“Hold on.” Ella leaned forward, pointing at Leah. “You’re dating the chef?!”
Leah’s smirk widened. “Didn’t think it was relevant.”
The table erupted in laughter, teasing, and a flurry of questions directed at you.
When the bill arrived, one of the players reached for it, but the waiter quickly informed them it had already been settled.
“It’s on me,” you said with a smile, standing beside Leah. “You’re all family to Leah, which makes you family to me.”
The team groaned, joking about being spoiled, but their gratitude was evident.
As everyone filtered out of the restaurant, Leah lingered by the door with you, her hand slipping into yours.
“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth.
You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Anything for you.”
The team’s laughter echoed down the street, and Leah pulled you closer, her heart full as she watched her two worlds collide perfectly.
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Revelations: Part Two
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie's confession leaves you reeling. It changes everything and you don't know how to even begin to navigate the emotions and hardships that come with it.
Warnings: Angst. Language.
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You blinked several times and your mouth fell open to speak, but zero words came. Your jaw remained slack while a frown slowly formed as your thoughts ricocheted inside your head. You stared at Jessie, vaguely processing the deep look of concern on her face.
"I-I had no idea," she began to speak with a new urgency spurred on by your silence. She shifted closer to you and held out her hands in her lap in emphasis. "I just," she shook her head as she tried to find her words. “I arrived for a game and she was there. I-"
“Wait. Who,” you finally spoke as your frown deepened while your mind struggled to comprehend what was being said.
“Um, well, Sara,” Jessie said as you saw her trying to compose herself again. “My um, ex? I guess? I don’t know what to call her, really. But, um," she swallowed hard, gaze fixed on the floor as she spoke, "she told me we needed to talk." She glanced at you, eyes pleading. "I-I didn't know what to do with that information. It seemed so weird - I hadn't seen or talked to her in years and all of a sudden she just showed up wanting to talk? And you know how things are at the doors, I just rush through, so I just kinda nodded, but moved past. I didn't even exchange information with her."
She swallowed audibly again and began to wring her hands together. Her voice quivered.
"I didn't think much of it. I thought maybe she wanted to catch up and I dismissed it because, I don't know - she and I were connected so briefly," she said as her voice rose in pitch and she rubbed her face roughly.
Her shoulders visibly rose and fell as she took a second. She looked at you more fully and her eyes glistened with mounting tears.
"She showed up at the next game - same thing. But this time she held out her phone to me." Her pace slowed and her eyes drifted briefly to the floor. "She had a picture up."
Your heart pounded so heavily in your chest that you felt for sure she could hear it. You watched wordlessly, jaw now clenched tightly as she retrieved her phone. She eventually turned it over to you.
Somehow you managed to lift your hand, a tremble in the action, as you took the phone. Your breath held stagnant in your throat as you looked down to see an image of a little girl with dark, wispy curls looking up at the camera with a familiar smile. Her cheeks were tinged pink with freckles adorning them and her nose.
The synapses in your brain fired rapidly as pieces fell into place. You tried to swallow, but nearly choked at the effort. You stared at the photo so long that her screen locked. Your stunned expression reflected in the darkened screen for several seconds before you looked up at her.
Jessie stared at you, eyes wide and searching. She looked terrified.
"What am I looking at?" You eventually asked, voice wavering with how dry and tight your throat was. Jessie inched closer to you, knees now touching yours. She gently retrieved her phone from your limp grasp.
"That's-that's Zoie," she announced softly, her voice nearly a whisper. "My daughter."
It was her second time confessing it, but this time it hit you hard and square in the chest. The feelings that had been simmering and forming just beneath the surface came rushing up. You shook your head several times and let out a weak laugh.
"I-I don't understand. What are you talking about?" You shifted your gaze up to the ceiling and waved your hands about in confusion and desperation. "How do you even know? That could be anyone's kid!"
The weight in your chest undermined your words. The image you just saw on her phone was near impossible to deny despite every fibre of your being wishing for this to be some horrible misunderstanding.
Jessie didn't respond immediately and you snapped your head back down to see her eyeing you remorsefully.
"I know," she said quietly, casting her gaze down as she opened her phone to look at the photo again. "It's a lot to absorb. I-I didn't believe it at first either."
You realized that your jaw was clenched so tightly that your teeth were starting to ache. Your fingers dug painfully into the tops of your thighs. Tears began to burn behind your eyes and you stared hard at Jessie. She didn't cower, but her shoulders were hunched as she stared absently at the photo.
"She's mine, Y/N," she said softly, looking up to you once more. "Sara and I-"
The mention of this other woman brought out a visceral reaction in you.
"Wait - hold up. Who the hell is Sara again?" You interjected. "I don't remember you ever mentioning her." Jessie sighed wearily, picking at the corners of her fingers.
"She," Jessie started, waving her hand around aimlessly, "was, kind of just some girl. She was on the track team and we met during my last couple of months at UCLA. We'd really only been on a few dates before I got signed to Chelsea and left for London. I stopped hearing from her not long after I left. I didn't really know why. And I didn't really question it either - we weren't committed, I was busy - new life, new career. I didn't give it more thought." She exhaled somberly. "Now I know why."
Your pulse was still pounding loudly in your head as her words settled in.
"Just 'some girl'?" You asked as your raised your eyebrows. "Some girl - who happened to have your kid," you said with surprising steadiness as you stared her down.
She winced, recoiling slightly and burying her face in her hands before lowering them.
"I know this is a lot to dump on you. I-I'm so sorry, babe," she said. She huffed irritably. "This is why I didn't say anything for so long. I had to wrap my head around things and I just couldn't even begin to fathom what to say to you."
You sniffled and sat up straighter. "So what. You fuck this girl. She gets knocked up. But...you're in London when she finds out? And what - she just doesn't tell you? She just carries on - lives her life, has your kid. And all of a sudden decides to confront you?" You asked bewildered.
"I know," she said sullenly as she closed her eyes. "She chose not to tell me because I was so far away and I had no intention of coming back to LA. And, I don't know, she said she just didn't see how it would work and didn't want me to abandon this great opportunity." She sighed. "But when I transferred to Portland, she thought it was time. Zoie's starting kindergarten in September - other kids have their parents and, Sara just thought it wasn't fair to Zoie..."
Your throat was dry all over again. As she talked it dawned on you that she'd been having all of these conversations and developments with this woman. Her ex. The mother of her child.
"So all of this hiding around, secret calls and texts, late nights - all of this bullshit - you've been sneaking around talking with her?" Saliva pooled in your mouth as you thought about it.
Jessie fidgeted. "Yes. But - it was all about Zoie. Trying to figure things out. There was absolutely nothing else going on. I swear," she said adamantly as she grasped your hands. You might've pulled away if your limbs didn't feel numb. "She knows I'm in love with you. So in love with you. And that we're engaged."
You stared vacantly at the floor as you gave a slow shake of your head. None of this was making sense. This just couldn't be real.
"I don't - I don't even know what to think," you said. "What does all of this mean? W-what now?" You asked as you tried to keep your voice even and calm.
Jessie held your hand tightly as she retracted the other to rub her mouth in thought. Her voice cracked as she started to speak.
"She's staying with her aunt up here and is looking for a place to live. Zoie's enrolled in a school up here now. And," Jessie released your hand to clasp hers together, shoulders rising with a breath, "I...I'm going to be a part of Zoie's life. She's my daughter. And I'm going to help raise her." She took a deep breath. "And I pray that you want to do that with me."
You opened your mouth to speak, mind still reeling. Your jaw flexed a couple of times as you tried to find your words and Jessie forged on in your silence.
"I love you so much," Jessie said, voice breaking once more. "And I know you didn't sign up for this. I don't want to lose you, but, I can't walk away from this. Now that I know, I can't just pretend or try to make this all go away," she said with increasing breaths. Her eyes filled with tears, "And it's been killing me to lie to you. You're the love of my life, my best friend, and to keep this from you the past few weeks has been torture. You're the one who I talk to when things are hard, when I need advice, and to know that this could hurt you," her voice grew taut as tears began to fall, "and that it would change everything..." She took a shuddering breath. "All I ever wanted was to make you feel loved and safe. And now..."
Her shoulders shook as she began to cry fully. Despite the shock and concoction of still-unnamed emotions coursing through your body, you still found yourself reaching out to comfort her. It was automatic. Natural.
She cried harder as you placed your arm around her and she curled into you, clutching you desperately to her in a way she never had before. You blinked, nonplussed, but embraced her nonetheless.
Your mind flashed back to a moment all those weeks ago. Suddenly, that moment took on a whole new context.
You slowly blinked, waking as you heard rustling at the front door. You yawned and stretched out in bed.
"Jess?" You called, voice slightly hoarse with sleep. You rubbed your face as you reached over to check the time on your phone.
1:45am
"What the fuck," you whispered as you stared at the time with a wince. You sat up and looked out into the darkened apartment.
You'd been at her game that night and was planning to wait for her, but she'd texted you right before warm-ups telling you that coach wanted to speak with her after the game. She told you she loved you and to not to wait up. She'd meet you at home.
"You can turn on a light, Jess - it's fine," you called. She didn't respond, but soon you heard her slowly pad into the room. You frowned as you made out her silhouette. "Are you okay? Why are you home so late?"
"Uh, coach had us do a debrief and study plays. And then Janine and I just stayed after and talked," she said blandly and with a heavy breath. She wordlessly got changed and climbed into bed, curling into herself at the far edge. "I'm sorry to wake you," she said softly into her pillow.
You gave a small chuckle. "It's fine, babe. Just glad everything was okay," you said as you laid down behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stiffened, but you chose not to chalk it up to anything. "You must be exhausted," you added.
"Yeah," she said quietly. A second passed and she added. "I love you, you know."
You chuckled once more and kissed the back of her shoulder. "I know."
You fell asleep again, but awoke sometime later to hear retching coming from the bathroom. You sat up and tossed the covers off, walking towards the sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door in the dark. You pushed open the door to see Jessie bent over the toilet, one hand bracing herself against it and the other holding back her hair as she heaved though nothing came out.
"Oh my gosh," you whispered as you rushed over and dropped down next to her, only now noticing the tears streaming down her face. You held back her hair for her and rubbed her back soothingly. She sobbed and coughed. "Jessie, oh my God. What's going on?"
She swallowed audibly as she tried to compose herself. She wiped hurriedly at her face.
"I'm just not feeling well," she said quickly, giving you a cursory glance as she tried to catch her breath.
"Is that all? You're crying," you said as you kissed the side of her head and handed her some toilet paper. She dabbed at her face as she shook her head.
"I'm fine. It's just from the dry heaving. My stomach's not feeling well," she insisted. She stared blankly forward before looking over at you, staring at you even. "I love you," she said again.
"I know, baby. I love you, too," you said with a soft smile as you kissed her head once more. She was pale and shaking. "I'll go get you some water," you said. You were about to rise when she grabbed your hands urgently, tugging you down.
"No," she said firmly, before clearing her throat and quieting. "I just - I don't want you to go. Can we just stay here for a sec?"
You frowned. She really must not be feeling well. Jessie could be very affectionate, but she wasn't clingy. You nodded readily, scooching closer to her and caressing her cheek.
"Of course, baby."
Your mind continued to reel as Jessie cried in your arms. She was distraught. Nearly hyperventilating. You'd never seen her like this. She was always so calm and even when she was upset, it was a quiet upset and often tightly controlled. Nothing like the woman who was sobbing in your embrace as you blankly stared at the wall.
During that time, something came over you. The initial anger and bewilderment took a backseat as the woman you loved clung to you for comfort.
When she eventually calmed, the weeks of emotional turmoil and lack of sleep caught up to her. When she forced herself to sit up, her eyes were puffy, bloodshot and they were heavy with exhaustion.
You tried to ask her a few questions and she did her best to respond, but she was visibly struggling in the haze of her breakdown. She looked like a shell of herself.
You found yourself speaking.
"We should go to bed."
It took a moment for your statement to register and she gave you the faintest look of question. You cleared your throat but held her gaze.
"You're exhausted. And, I don't even know what I'm thinking or feeling, so...," you trailed off, your gaze following suit. She started to protest, but you cut her off with quiet resolve. "Jess."
She stared at you, eyes darting across your face in apprehension.
"I'm terrified you're going to leave me," she said, her voice thin as her eyes welled up again.
Your heart raced, but you didn't waver. "I'm here," you told her evenly. "We have a lot more to talk about. But, maybe not tonight."
It felt like an out of body experience as you two retreated to the bedroom and got into bed. With the lights off, you lay stiffly on your back staring up at the ceiling. Out of the corner of your eye you could see her on her side watching you but too afraid to close the space between you.
Again, this understanding that she needed you somehow subdued all of your other impulses. You lifted your arm and wordlessly beckoned her. She hesitated for a second before rushing in and wrapping herself around you, her head on your shoulder. You held her in much the way she often held you.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice tight with emotion. "I promise I'll do everything I can to make this work. Whatever time you need - whatever you need - it's yours. I know we'll adjust," she expressed. "And Zoie - she's so sweet. And funny. And bright. You're going to love her, Y/N. And she's going to love you so much. I know it."
A lump immediately formed in your throat and your grip on her tightened. You hoped it just felt like a reassuring squeeze.
"Let's get some sleep," you managed to say.
You stared up at the darkened ceiling still in a state of delayed shock. It was only when Jessie's breathing gradually deepened and slowed as she fell asleep that you allowed silent tears to start flowing.
Your jaw ached as you ground your teeth together and you fretted as your chest hitched with a shaky breath; Jessie didn't stir.
You never would've anticipated this in a hundred years. You always felt Jessie would be a great, dedicated parent. You'd talked about it together at length. You'd imagined it many times.
You just always pictured that it would be your child - the one you and her had together. Not one she had with someone else.
This changed the entire landscape of your relationship. Your future together. Everything you envisioned was now wildly and forever changed.
It was no longer just you two. Jessie had a family now. But not with you.
Right or wrong, you wished she'd been cheating. Then you could've been righteously furious, upset, betrayed. And - in theory - it could be something you two could work to put in the past; to forgive, forget and move on. But this?
There was nothing temporary about this. It was permanent. Painfully permanent. She was a parent and forever would be. And this woman - someone who'd been a blip in a minor, negligible story of Jessie's past - was actually tied to her for the rest of her life and in so much more significant a way than you.
Suddenly, your world went from being focused and centered on you two and the future you'd build together, to now you being a bystander - an extra - in your own life.
Your throat seized up and you choked back a sob.
What was the rule book for this? You felt like your emotions and your wants needed to take a backseat. Much like this evening. Now you, your feelings, your needs, paled in comparison.
Jessie had a new role to step into. Something far more important than your girlfriend or fiancée. And that little girl's well-being and right to have a loving parent in her life trumped your hurt. Who were you to hold Jessie back from being an important and fulsome part of her child's life?
Her child. Her and some other woman's child.
It hurt to even think it.
Your mind spiraled throughout the night and your stomach twisted in knots over and over. While Jessie somehow slept straight through the night - maybe finally at peace to some degree after her confession - you could barely sleep a wink.
You were already awake by the time your morning alarm pierced your ears. Jessie jolted awake, but you remained stoic. The alarm continued to blare and you stared absently at the wall ignoring it. The bed shifted as Jessie reached over you to turn it off.
You laid still and unblinking even as you felt Jessie observing you as she sat back.
"Hi," she greeted softly, tentatively.
The impulse to reply was a mere flicker and the muscles in your throat twitched briefly before giving up.
She laid a hand gently on your arm, but didn't speak, surely uncertain of what to say. You heard her swallow as she absently caressed your arm.
"Are you going to work?" She asked quietly. You gave a feeble shake of your head. "Mm," she voiced and you saw a glimpse of her chin dropping towards her chest. "I understand. I missed practice the next day. And more, really, since I've been all over the place with various meetings, and yeah," she finished even quieter, belatedly realizing she'd said too much.
She never told you she missed practice. As far as you knew, she was at the facility training. As far as you knew, she was always where she said she was. Clearly that wasn't true.
You wordlessly lifted your inert form from the bed and willed your limbs to carry you to the bathroom. She remained still for a moment, but soon heard her rush after you. You shut the door firmly behind you and locked it with a deafening click before she reached it.
"I can stay home with you," she offered through the door. "I want to. I know we have a lot to talk about. And I want to be here for you."
"Go to practice, Jess," you told her dully before a flicker of anger rushed over you. "Or wherever the fuck you want to go."
You leaned against the wall, catching a glimpse of your reflection and immediately looking away, deeply unhappy with what you saw in the mirror.
"Babe, please," she implored. "Can we talk? I don't want to leave you."
Your anger flared once more, but you worked to temper it, your fingers digging painfully into your arms as you hugged yourself tightly. You sniffled.
"Have a good day, Jess. I'll see you later," you said with finality through the door as you opened the shower curtains and turned on the water.
"Babe," you heard her call through the door. Several moments passed before you her muffled voice filtered through one more time. "I'll miss you today. Please text or call me if you need anything. I'll be here in a flash."
You got undressed and stood outside the shower. The seconds passed as you remained there. The tension in your body continued to mount and you had red, angry divots in your skin from where your nails dug in. You waited. You wanted her to leave, just being around her hurt, but her actually leaving felt like some kind of unsettling confirmation.
Your stomach sank as heard nothing further from her and you stepped into the shower and cranked the heat.
It only took seconds for you to double over as tears came once more, except this time the scalding hot water washed them away.
You audibly sobbed, comforted to know that the sound of the shower would muffle your cries in case Jessie was listening in. The water burned, pellets bouncing off of your skin like sharp pinpricks, but it felt satisfying and good. It distracted you from everything going on inside of you right now.
You looked down and realized you still had your engagement ring on. You hadn't taken it off last night. A strangled noise escaped your mouth and you envisioned ripping off the ring, drawing back the curtains and throwing the ring across the room. The fingers of your opposite hand gripped the ring tightly, ready to pull, but eventually fell to your side.
She hadn't betrayed you. She'd given this ring to you, this promise, in good faith. She still loved you. She still wanted you. She didn't know this was coming.
Somehow it still hurt and you cried harder.
When you eventually exited the shower, your skin battered and abused, you got changed and collapsed onto the couch. You spent the better part of the day trying to distract yourself in front of the TV, but even in your catatonic state, you couldn't truly settle.
Jessie texted you a few times throughout the day saying how much she loved you, asking if there was anything she could do, that she missed you.
You never responded.
She came home early that day with your favourite take-out in hand and looking oh so sweet and hopeful as she offered it to you. You mustered up a flat 'thank you', but could manage to only eat a few forkfuls. Suddenly, Jessie's recent lack of appetite all made sense.
You talked further. You learned that her family knew, Sinc and Janine knew as well. It felt humiliating that you were so far down the list, though some deep-seated part of you understood her logic - that there was so much more to lose in telling you.
You learned she was already into conversations with lawyers about custody, child support, the list went on. At some point, her voice just became an echo in your head, your mind far too overwhelmed to properly process everything.
"I should stop talking," she eventually said gently as she watched you while you stared absently at the floor.
You sighed heavily and rubbed your eyes before dropping your hands into your lap. You sat motionless for a second before saying, "I don't even know, Jess. I have no idea what to say or do."
You heard her exhale. "I know, baby. I'm sorry." You didn't respond, but she leaned in and gave you a soft, tentative kiss on your temple. You still didn't react and she withdrew with another soft sigh, her hand lingering on your leg before pulling back altogether.
"I can sleep on the couch tonight," she offered.
This drew you out of your passiveness. You shot her a glare as your body tensed with irritation. Her brow furrowed in confusion and hurt at your visible scolding.
"What?" She asked, her own upset and frustration starting to show. "I-I don't know what you want or need. And I wish I knew. I wish you'd tell me, because all I want to do is to fix things and I don't know how right now," she beseeched.
You turned on her. "It's been one fucking day, Jessie. One day! You've had fucking weeks to process all of this and you got to control how you were going to handle it, when you were going to tell me, how - all of it. I have zero control," you seethed. "Not only do I have to wrap my head around you having a kid and how that changes everything for us, but you've also been lying to me and I still don't know everything. I don't know what to think or feel. So I'm sorry that you feel uncomfortable, but I need more than one fucking day to adjust."
Your outburst silenced her and she fidgeted slightly under your steely gaze.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just...," she reset, looking at you now, "I just want to do whatever I can to make this as painless as possible."
You bit back a bitter laugh. You knew she meant well, but 'painless' was an impossibility.
"I don't know if you want me to go or to stay," she added vulnerably.
You took a shaky breath, feeling sorry for her again. "I know," you said and rubbed your face. You exhaled quietly. "I don't want you to go."
"Then I'm not going anywhere."
A/N: Tag request - @valuyhh
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prettymfwrites · 2 days ago
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paige x reader where in they pretend to be together because reader’s ex was in the bar with a new girl so r decides to just randomly kiss p? if you know that one scene from nick & norah’s infinite playlist it’s something like that 💕 i hope u give this one a try!
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The dim glow of the bar’s neon lights painted the room in shades of amber and red, the bass of the music reverberating through the floor as people crowded around tables and leaned against the bar. You were nursing your drink, trying to ignore the knot tightening in your stomach. Across the room, there they were: your ex, laughing and leaning into someone new, their hand brushing against hers in a way that felt far too familiar.
"Of all the places..." you muttered to yourself, tilting your glass back and downing what was left of your drink.
“Did you say something?” Paige asked from beside you, leaning her elbows casually on the counter. She was dressed in her usual relaxed streetwear, her blonde hair tucked into a braided pony. You had met her a few times before through mutual friends, and she’d somehow ended up as your companion for the evening after everyone else had bailed.
“Nothing. Just talking to my drink,” you replied with a forced laugh, setting your glass down.
Paige raised a brow, following your line of sight. “Oh, yikes. Is that your ex?”
“Unfortunately,” you said, trying to act unaffected. “And look who’s already moved on. A whole two months, and they’re out here playing house with someone new.”
Paige grimaced. “That’s rough.”
“Tell me about it,” you muttered.
You tried to focus on anything else, but every laugh and touch between your ex and their date felt like salt in an open wound. You shifted in your seat, your jaw clenching as you turned away.
“You okay?” Paige asked, her tone softening.
“Yeah, totally fine. Just love seeing my replacement in 4K,” you said sarcastically, reaching for your empty glass before realizing it was, well, empty.
Paige chuckled. “You’re taking this like a champ, though. No tears or dramatic storming out.”
“Oh, I’m dramatic,” you shot back. “Just trying to figure out my next move.”
Paige tilted her head, her curious eyes narrowing. “What kind of move are we talking about here?”
You opened your mouth to answer but froze. An idea—a completely ridiculous, impulsive, and chaotic idea—popped into your head.
“Okay, don’t laugh,” you started, leaning closer to her.
“That’s a great way to make me want to laugh,” Paige teased, but she gestured for you to continue.
“What if...” you began, voice dropping, “you and I pretended to be together? Just for tonight. Nothing serious, just... to make them squirm a little.”
Paige blinked at you, then tilted her head back with a laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” you said, your eyes locked on hers. “Look, you don’t have to do anything crazy. Just... maybe hang out with me for a bit, be my fake girlfriend, and if they look over, we sell it.”
Paige smirked, clearly amused by your sudden proposal. “Okay, two things. One, you’re bold as hell for asking me this. And two... what’s in it for me?”
“I’ll owe you one,” you said quickly. “Big time. Like, I’ll buy you smoothies for a week or whatever you want. Just—please?”
Paige sighed dramatically, but there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Alright, fine. Let’s do it. But you better make this worth my while.”
“Deal,” you said, standing up and holding out your hand. Paige took it, her grip firm as she followed you away from the bar.
You made sure to walk past your ex’s table, your hand still in Paige’s. As you approached, your ex glanced up, their expression shifting from surprise to something you couldn’t quite place.
“Oh, hey,” you said casually, as if you hadn’t noticed them until just now. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Uh, yeah,” your ex stammered, their eyes darting between you and Paige.
“And who’s this?” Paige asked smoothly, slipping her arm around your waist and smiling at your ex.
“This is...” You trailed off, waiting for your ex to fill in the blanks.
“Emily,” they said, gesturing to their date.
“Nice to meet you, Emily,” Paige said, her tone friendly but laced with just enough confidence to make it clear she wasn’t just a random friend. “I’m Paige.”
Your ex opened their mouth to respond, but before they could, you turned to Paige with a grin. “Baby, want to grab a booth? I’m kind of over standing around.”
“Anything for you,” Paige replied, her voice light but convincing as she pressed a quick kiss to your temple.
You swore you heard your ex choke on their drink as Paige led you away, her hand still firmly around your waist.
Once you were seated, you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a natural.”
Paige shrugged, her smile smug. “What can I say? I commit to the bit.”
“Well, thanks for committing. I owe you one,” you said, leaning back in the booth.
She smiled, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Good. Because I’m holding you to it.”
“No worries,” Paige said, taking a sip of her drink. “Honestly, that was kind of fun. Your ex looked like they were about to combust.”
“Good. They deserve it,” you said, smirking
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The night wore on with the two of you sitting close in the booth, trading stories and jokes, the comfortable banter punctuated by occasional glances from your ex across the room. At first, you thought you were imagining it, but each time you looked, there they were—staring, their expression unreadable.
“Yup, they’re watching again,” Paige murmured, sipping her drink.
You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “Think they’re jealous yet?”
Paige smirked, her blue eyes sparkling. “If they’re not, they’re in denial. You’re killing it tonight, by the way.”
You laughed softly. “I think you’re the one doing the heavy lifting here. Thanks for being so... convincing.”
“Convincing?” Paige tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Come on, I’m practically Oscar-worthy.”
“Okay, fine. You’re a natural,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling despite yourself.
Her gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary, and you felt your stomach do an unexpected flip. You brushed it off, chalking it up to the adrenaline of the situation.
As the night wound down, the two of you finally decided to leave. Paige stood first, offering you her hand with an exaggerated flourish. “M’lady.”
You laughed but took her hand anyway, letting her pull you to your feet. The warmth of her touch lingered longer than it should have, and as you made your way toward the exit, you couldn’t help but feel hyper-aware of how close she was to you.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your ex again. They weren’t just glancing this time—they were outright staring, their jaw tight, their date clearly trying to get their attention.
Without thinking, you stopped in your tracks, your heart racing.
“What?” Paige asked, turning to you, her brow furrowed.
“They’re still looking,” you whispered, your voice laced with irritation.
Paige raised a brow. “So? Let them look. You’ve already won.”
But you weren’t satisfied. Something about their gaze, their audacity to act so unbothered when you knew they were bothered, made you want to take things one step further.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you turned to Paige and grabbed her by the front of her jacket, pulling her down toward you.
“What are you—” Paige started, but her words were cut off as your lips pressed against hers.
For a second, it was just you making a point—a kiss meant to sell the charade, to make your ex regret every decision they’d ever made. But then Paige kissed you back.
Her hands found your waist, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, and suddenly, it wasn’t about your ex anymore. It was about the way her lips felt against yours, soft and sure, like she’d been waiting for this moment as much as you had. The world around you faded, the noise of the bar and the weight of the past dissolving into nothing.
When you finally broke apart, your breath came in short bursts, and Paige’s eyes were searching yours, her cheeks flushed.
“Are we even pretending anymore?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Not at all.”
Paige chuckled softly, her forehead resting against yours. “Good. Because I’m definitely not faking that.”
You laughed, your hand still clutching her jacket as you glanced toward the bar. Your ex was no longer looking—probably too stunned to process what they’d just seen.
“Guess we really sold it, huh?” you teased.
“Yeah, but I think I want a few more practice runs,” Paige said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was hammering in your chest. “Smooth.”
Paige grinned, stepping back but keeping her hand in yours as you walked out of the bar together. The cool night air hit your face, but it didn’t matter. You were too busy stealing glances at the girl beside you, wondering how a fake relationship had turned into something that felt a little too real—and hoping she felt the same.
As if reading your mind, Paige squeezed your hand. “So... about those smoothies you owe me.”
You laughed, the tension between you easing into something warm and comfortable. “I’ll buy you as many as you want. Just... maybe come with me again next time. You know, in case my ex decides to show up somewhere else.”
Paige smirked, leaning closer. “Deal. But next time, we’re not pretending.”
“Not even a little bit.”
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munsonsmixtapes · 3 days ago
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older! eddie who is intimidated by your younger male friends
cw: hurt/comfort, age gap (reader is 25, Eddie 40)
You and Eddie enter the party and he immediately feels uncomfortable. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because he’s the oldest person there or maybe it’s because he just wanted to stay in with you. This is your debut as a couple and you’re so excited to show him off.
He doesn’t know why since he’s much older than you and none of your friends don’t seem to understand why you’re together. He’s just feeling a bit insecure but he’s not going to let that ruin his night. He’s going to have fun with you and that’s what matters.
You loop your arm through his and lead him into the house, introducing him to all of your friends. It isn't until he comes across your male friends that a strange feelings arises inside him. He doesn't know what it is or where it came from, but what he does know is that he feels out of place.
"Guys, this is Eddie," you introduce him, beaming from ear to ear. All he can do is shake the hands of your friends as they introduce themselves, not really feeling chatty like he normally is. He honestly just wants to go home, but he's going to stay for you.
He looks at all of them, sitting on the couch and he's sure that it won't hurt them to stand up like it will for him. He's wondering now why you're with him when any of these other men would be better suited for the role. He's fifteen years older than you for crying out loud.
He's never cared, especially since you're an adult, but now he's starting to feel like his age. He can't compete with these guys. They're all in their late twenties and definitely don't have that chronic lower back pain that he always experiences.
He can't stay, not now. The whole thing feels weird to him now, being here with all of your significantly younger friends and he feels like he really shouldn't be there. So he excuses himself for a smoke.
You follow him because something feels off to you. You have a feeling that he's just going to leave without saying goodbye. Everyone else might not have been able to see how uncomfortable he was, but you can. You saw it the second you walked through the door. And you completely understand why he would feel that way. What you don't understand is why he wasn't honest with you.
You feel awful that you dragged him here and that he agreed because he wants to make you happy, but you wish he would have told you the truth. That's more important to you than some stupid party.
He's leaning against his van smoking a cigarette and you make a beeline for him, silently plucking the thing from his fingers and taking a drag of your own. You stand in front of him, staring at him even though he won't meet your eyes.
"You could have told me," you say, your tone coming out a bit more bitter than you intended.
"I'm sorry. I was excited, I really was. But then we got here and seeing all of your guy friends...I don't know, it made me feel old."
"You're not old, baby," you hand the cigarette back to him. "You're not old at all. I don't want you comparing yourself to them, okay? You're my man and I don't want any of them. I just want you." You press your lips to his then take him by the hands. "Now come show me how not old you are, hm?" You open the back of the van and he follows, fully intending on doing exactly that.
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snowysosturn · 3 days ago
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Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 10
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Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo
Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?
Warnings: MDNI, angst, tension
I woke up the next morning at 9.30 am, pulling the eye mask over my head as the sunlight flooded in my entryway. Stretching, I let out a yawn and checked my phone. Still no response from Matt. Not that I was expecting any after being left on read.
Brushing it off, I got up and threw on my slippers. Nick and I we going shopping at 11, and the idea of getting out of the house lifted my mood. But first I needed coffee, desperately.
I dragged my feet downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast, scrambled eggs on toast and coffee from the Keurig. Simple but enough to wake me up. While I ate, I doom scrolled on my phone, pausing every so often to read back over my messages with Matt. Still no reply.
I don't know why it frustrated me, I guess I just wanted answers. I rinsed my plate, set it in the dishwasher, and headed into the bathroom to get ready. It was nice to not feel rushed or that I was bothering Matt by taking my time in here. The hot water from the shower was just what I needed. I stayed under longer than usual, it was a small luxury, but I enjoyed it.
After finishing up and drying my hair, I walked back up to my room, pulling open my closet. My eyes immediately landed on the yellow Ralph Lauren jumper Nick had given me yesterday. I threw it on and paired it with my favorite jeans and white sneakers. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting the jumper. It was slightly oversized but felt snug in all the right ways. I sprayed my perfume over myself to finish it all off.
“Perfect” I muttered to myself before grabbing my bag.
Nick opened his bedroom door, ready to go with an eager grin on his face. “Ready to spend some money?” he asked, holding Chris’ card up.
Nick ordered an uber and suggested we check in on Nate to see if he needed anything while we were out. I followed him down the stairs to Chris’ room. Nick gently knocked on the door before peeking inside. "Still out cold" he whispered, shaking his head with a small grin. I glanced past him and saw Nate sprawled across the bed, tangled in Chris’ blanket, looking completely unbothered by the world. 
"Kids on a two day hangover by the look of it, what did you do to him?" Nick laughed, closing the door quietly before turning to me with a shrug. 
"Don’t ask me, maybe he just can’t keep up like I can. Let’s just get him some snacks anyway, he’ll probably appreciate them when he finally wakes up."
The uber arrived an we hopped into the car, the Uber driver was really friendly and even let us have AUX. Nick seized the opportunity and started blasting one of his favorite playlists. The drive to the mall was filled with his off key singing while the driver laughed. It was impossible to be in a bad mood when Nick was like this, completely carefree and full of energy.
We arrived at the bustling mall, and I was instantly reminded of how much I loved and hated these places. The endless options were both exciting and overwhelming. Nick, of course, was in his element.
“Okay, first things first” he declared, clapping his hands together. “You need a suitcase. Like a good one, something sturdy.”
I followed him through the luggage section of a department store, pulling at the endless rows of suitcases in every size and color. I settled on a large suitcase in a turquoise shade. It was light but durable, with smooth wheels and plenty of compartments for organizing.
“This one feels very.. you” Nick said, wheeling it toward the register. “Now we just need to fill it"
Next, we headed to the clothing stores. The first thing to look for was swimwear. I sifted through racks of bikinis, one pieces, and cover ups while Nick hovered nearby, occasionally pulling something out and holding it up.
“This is cute” he said, holding a bright coral bikini against me.
“Too bright” I replied, shaking my head.
“You’re going to Hawaii! Bright is the point.”
We compromised on a mix of neutral and vibrant pieces, including a black one piece with a scoop back and a yellow bikini that Nick insisted matched the jumper he’d given me.
From there, we moved to outfits. Sundresses, flowy skirts, tank tops, and breathable shorts for getting in and out of the pool all made their way into my shopping bags. A wide brimmed sun hat and a pair of oversized sunglasses were also thrown into the mix.
“You’re going to look like you’re in a Vogue ad with those on” Nick teased as we passed the checkout.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” I shot back, laughing.
The last thing on our list was footwear. I grabbed a pair of comfortable sandals and white sneakers that would pair well with most outfits. Nick talked me into buying a pair of wedge heels “just in case” I wanted to dress up a bit fancier for dinner.
With every bag we accumulated, the excitement for the trip grew. Nick carried most of them without complaint, weaving through the mall like a man on a mission, while I lugged the suitcase behind me.
“Shit” he said.  “We forgot toiletries. Let’s go.”
We loaded up on mini shampoo bottles, sunscreen, bug spray, and anything else that could fit into the clear bag at security. I also grabbed a neck pillow for the flight and a small blanket.
“I think we went a little overboard” I admitted, looking at everything we had.
“No such thing" Nick replied, starting the engine. “You’re going to Hawaii. You deserve to look and feel amazing! Now, shoes again” Nick declared.
“But I already got shoes” I protested.
“You don’t have these shoes” he said, dragging me into another store.
Before I knew it, I’d added a pair of espadrilles and waterproof slides to my collection. At this point, I was sure I had enough to outfit myself for a two month long trip, not just two weeks in Hawaii.
“Okay” Nick said, stretching dramatically. “I’m starving. Let’s get food.”
We headed to a nearby bistro that had outdoor seating. The warm sunshine paired with the scent baked goods was heavenly. I ordered a chicken and cheese sandwich, while Nick opted for a salad.
As we waited for our food, Nick checked his phone and grinned.
“Chris’s phone is dispatched” he said. “Should be here later today.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Finally. It’s been so weird not being able to get in touch with him directly.”
Nick nodded, taking a sip of his iced tea. “Yeah, I’d say Matt doesn't know what to do now that his phone actually gets messages.”
The mention of Matt and messages nearly makes me turn red.
“What time are they getting home today actually?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Nick shrugged. “Sometime later tonight. They booked a nighttime flight.”
I nodded, trying not to read too much into it. The food arrived, and we dug in, enjoying the rare moment of quiet.
After finishing our meal, Nick glanced at the mountain of shopping bags we’d accumulated and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“There’s no way we’re fitting this all in a normal car.” he declared, rubbing his temples dramatically.
I laughed. “You’re the one who kept saying, ‘Oh, just get it! It’s perfect!’”
He rolled his eyes. “And I don’t regret it one bit, but let’s be real. We need reinforcements, or at least a bigger car.”
Nick pulled out his phone and started tapping away. A moment later, he said, “Uber XL. It’s the only way we’re fitting all of this and ourselves into one ride.”
I nodded in agreement, looking at the bags around us. There were at least three overflowing ones just from the boutique alone, plus the suitcase we’d bought earlier that took up a ridiculous amount of space.
“Good call” I said.
Within minutes, a shiny black mini van pulled up outside the bistro. The driver stepped out, taking one look at us and our bags, and raised an eyebrow.
“Shopping spree?” he asked with a grin.
“You could say that” Nick replied with a chuckle. 
The driver helped us load everything into the trunk, which, despite being spacious, was a tight fit. Once everything was secured, we hopped into the backseat, relieved to finally be off our feet.
As the car pulled away, Nick leaned back and sighed contentedly. “I’m never going shopping without an Uber XL again. This is the only way to do it.”
I laughed, leaning my head against the window as we cruised through the city. My thoughts drifted to Hawaii and all the outfits I’d packed for, the sunshine, the beaches. I felt a little buzz of excitement, like maybe this trip would be exactly what I needed.
We arrived home just near 3pm. Nick pushed the front door open with his hip, three shopping bags dangling from each hand, I followed closely behind, lugging the suitcase and two additional bags. The sheer weight of it all, especially the suitcase made me huff as I maneuvered it over the step into the house.
We paused just inside, catching our breath, when faint voices floated down from upstairs. My ears perked up, and I immediately recognized the voices. Chris and Matt.
Nick frowned, glancing back at me. “Are they.. here?”
“Surely not?” I replied, adjusting my grip on the suitcase. “You said their flight wasn’t supposed to land until later tonight.”
Nick shrugged, then headed up the stairs. I struggled to hoist the suitcase up the first few steps, the wheels knocking against the edges of each one.
“Could use some help here” I muttered, but Nick was already out of sight, more curious about the voices upstairs than my struggle.
By the time I reached the top, dragging the suitcase behind me, I could hear Nick questioning the guys.
“What the fuck are you two doing back so early?” he asked, standing in the hallway with a confused look.
Chris grinned, arms wide open as he stepped forward and dramatically pulled Nick into a bear hug. “What, I can’t miss my brother and come home early to see him?”
Nick groaned but didn’t pull away. “Chris you were gone for two whole days. Seriously though. What’s the deal? You weren’t supposed to land until later tonight.”
Matt leaned against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed and looking mildly amused. Chris finally released Nick and laughed.
“Man, we were so hungover yesterday that we couldn’t bear the thought of sitting around Vegas all day today waiting for a late flight. So, we booked an earlier one before we hit the strip last night” Chris explained.
Nick shook his head, muttering something about impulsiveness, before turning back toward me. “You hear that? Weak.”
I smirked, finally dropping the suitcase with a thud. Chris glanced over at me, his smile softening.
“Hey, Y/n” he greeted.
“Hey” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face and wondering why seeing him felt like a surprise.
As Chris glanced around, he ran a hand through his hair. "Yo, Nick, have you seen my business card? I swear I had it before we left for Vegas."
Nick smirked, clearly trying to rile him up. "I have it" he said casually, glancing at me standing there with my brand new suitcase and an absurd number of shopping bags.
Chris raised an eyebrow. "Well, can I have it back, genius?"
"Maybe" Nick teased, then pivoted. "Oh, by the way, your new phone should be here later today. You’re welcome."
I stood awkwardly at the top of the stairs, fully aware of Matt’s presence just a few feet away. He hadn’t said anything yet, but the tension was undeniable.
Finally Matt’s voice cut through the air, his tone sharper than necessary. "What’s with the suitcase? You finally moving out?"
I blinked, caught off guard by his comment. Before I could respond, Nick jumped in.
"It’s for Hawaii" Nick said as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms casually.
Matt’s confusion was obvious, his brows furrowing deeply. "Hawaii? You already have a suitcase that size."
Nick shook his head, grinning like he was about to drop a bombshell. "It’s not for me, Einstein. It’s for Y/n."
Matt turned to me, his expression instantly hardening like he’d just been sucker punched. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I swore he looked genuinely hurt.
Matt’s jaw tightened, and he looked like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. His eyes flicked to me again, unreadable, before he straightened up and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Wow some trip this is going to be then." he muttered before disappearing into his room, the door closing behind him, quiet but firm.
The hallway felt colder, and I avoided Nick’s gaze, pretending to fiddle with one of the bags. Chris, oblivious as ever, clapped Nick on the shoulder.
"Alright, where’s my card?"
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Not so fast, bro. You’re helping me unpack this stuff first."
As the two of them headed off upstairs, I stood there, staring at Matt’s closed door, feeling a wave of something I couldn’t quite name. Guilt? Frustration? Maybe a mix of both. But I quickly shook it off and grabbed the suitcase, dragging upstairs toward my room and telling myself not to overthink it. Once everything was up in my room, Nick dropped his load dramatically on the floor, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
"Alright, that’s my good deed for the day" Chris said, brushing his hands together like the work was done.
"You’ve been so helpful" I said sarcastically as I started sorting through the bags.
Chris smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You going to pack tomorrow?"
Nick shook his head. "Nah, we’re starting to pack now. No point in waiting till tomorrow morning and rushing."
Chris raised an eyebrow, watching me open the suitcase and start placing clothes inside. "If only I was that organised" he laughed, walking further into the room. His eyes immediately went to the Fresh Love samples hung up by the closet.
He stepped closer, tilting his head to get a better look. "Woah" he said, running his fingers lightly over one of the pieces. "These look even better in person. The photos don’t do them justice."
I glanced over at him, feeling a bit of pride in his compliment. "Thanks. I really like them.”
Chris nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I ordered some personalized samples for us all to be delivered to our villa in Hawaii. Thought we could take some pictures out there for a night time shoot, maybe use them for promos. I got us all varsity jackets with our initial on them, and then some other pieces I thought everyone would like."
Nick perked up at that, clearly impressed. "That’s such a good idea! Especially since it's cold at night" he said, nudging me with his elbow.
I smiled at both of them, my chest swelling a bit with pride. "I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get some shots out there" I admitted, picturing how amazing the pieces would look in a tropical setting.
Chris picked up one of the sample pieces, holding it out. "Yeah, these are gonna kill it. People are gonna go nuts over this drop."
I nodded, the excitement of everything bubbling under the surface. For the first time in a while, I felt like things were coming together, and the thought of getting to share it in such a beautiful setting made it even better.
Chris set the sample back on the rack and stretched, letting out a small yawn. "Alright, I’m gonna go check in with Nate" he said, glancing toward the stairs. "He was still knocked out when I peeked into his room earlier. Probably still recovering from your crazy night out."
Nick gave him a nod. "Yeah, sounds about right.”
Chris chuckled. "I’ll catch you guys in a bit." With that, he turned and headed out of the room, the sound of his footsteps fading as he made his way downstairs.
Nick, without missing a beat, grabbed his pile of shopping bags and suitcase and walked toward his own room, which was right next to mine. “I’m leaving the door open so we can pack together. This way, I can judge your packing skills and make sure you don’t leave anything important behind."
I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Oh, because you’re the authority on packing now?"
Nick grinned as he disappeared into his room, propping his door open so we could still talk. "Absolutely. I’m a seasoned traveler, unlike you. I’ve got the technique down to a science."
I could hear him rustling through his bags, muttering about how he might need to pick up another pair of shorts before we left. Meanwhile, I started folding my clothes neatly into the suitcase. 
Nick's voice carried over from his room as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being tugged open. "Alright" he began, "Let’s see what we’ve got here. Swim trunks, check. I brought the neon ones this time.."
I laughed, picturing him strutting around in the loudest pair of swim trunks he could find. "You really need neon to stand out? Thought your personality did that already."
"Ha ha" he shot back. "No, but seriously, you’ll thank me when you’re trying to spot me in the ocean. Anyway.. tank tops. Got a few new ones, including that white one you said looked good. Oh, and my black button up for dinners. Can’t be showing up to a nice restaurant looking like I just rolled off the beach."
The sound of him rifling through bags grew louder. "Flip flops, sneakers, maybe I should bring those prada loafers.. what do you think?"
 "Definitely bring the loafers for dinners. You’ll regret not having them."
"Good call" he replied, tossing them into his suitcase. "Alright, what else? Oh, sunscreen, got the high SPF stuff this time. Learned my lesson after that beach trip last summer. And hats! Gotta protect this money maker " he added, gesturing dramatically at his face.
"You’re ridiculous" I said with a laugh.
"Ridiculously prepared" he corrected. 
I shook my head, smiling to myself as I continued to fold my clothes. "You sound like you’re moving away for good, not going on a vacation."
"Hey!" he called out, "you’re gonna thank me when you’re borrowing my stuff because you forgot something."
"Bold of you to assume I’d forget anything" I shot back, neatly placing my toiletries into my bag.
Nick peeked his head into the hallway. "Care to make a bet on that?"
I smirked. "We’ll see."
I glance around Nick’s room one last time, making sure he isn’t about to burst out again with some last minute comment, but all I hear is the sound of him collapsing onto his bed. “Alright, I’m taking a nap. All that shopping has me worn out” 
I laugh at how dramatic he was, and closed over his bedroom door to let him sleep. I zipped up my suitcase and placed it in the corner of my room.
Now in silence, I sit on the edge of my bed. The small envelope from the flowers catching my attention, sitting on my bedside locker. It feels like it’s mocking me, just sitting there like some unsolved mystery. My fingers twitch as I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. Why does something so small have such a big hold over me? I hate how awkward everything feels now again, how one card and a few unread messages can mess with my head so much.
But I can’t go to Hawaii like this. I’m actually excited for the trip, and I’ll be damned if Matt is going to ruin it for me with this unresolved weirdness.
Acting on impulse, I shove the card back into the envelope and stand up. My heart’s pounding as my legs move before my brain fully catches up. Next thing I know, I’m marching down the stairs, the envelope clutched tightly in my hand like a lifeline.
The closer I get to Matt’s door, the louder the rush of blood in my ears becomes. The house feels strangely quiet, the kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every movement. I stop just outside his room, hesitating for a second. Maybe I should think this through, figure out what I’m even going to say. But before I can overthink it, my hand is already on the door handle.
I push the door open without knocking, stepping inside before I can change my mind. Matt’s sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He looks up, startled, as the door swings open.
“Uh, hello?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Ever heard of knocking?”
I ignore him, taking a step closer. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” he says, crossing his arms. “That you’re stealing Chris’ money and my clothes now?” He says, pointing at the yellow jumper I have on me.
Fuck this is his jumper.
No wonder the scent was familiar.
I take a deep breath, trying to not show how awkward I felt.
"About this. And about whatever game you think you’re playing." I say, holding up the envelope.
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woso-story · 2 days ago
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Family Beach Day
Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Mila x BarcaGirls
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the Engen-Leon household, signaling the start of an exciting day. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen where Ingrid was already pouring a cup for herself and her wife. At the same time, five-year-old Mila bounced around the living room, her energy boundless even so early in the day.
“Mami! Mama! Don’t forget to pack my bucket and Bagheera!” Mila called out, clutching her favorite toy in one hand and trailing their sleek black cat, Bagheera, with the other.
Mapi, wearing her usual confident smile, peeked her head out of the bedroom where she was finishing her checklist. “Mila, your bucket’s already in the car. But Bagheera’s staying home today, cariño. The beach is too hot for her.”
Mila frowned, kneeling down to pet the cat. “But she loves the sun. She naps in it all the time!”
Ingrid joined them, crouching to Mila’s level with a patient smile. “I know, sweetheart, but the beach is different. There’s no cool shade like at home, and it’s not safe for her. She’ll be much happier staying here where it’s nice and cool.”
Mila hesitated, glancing between her mothers and Bagheera, before finally sighing dramatically. “Okay. But I’ll tell her all about the beach later.” She gave the cat a big kiss on the head and whispered, “Stay cool, Bagheera.”
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With the car packed to the brim, they set off toward the coast. Mapi had prepared everything they might need for their beach day: umbrellas, towels, coolers, snacks, sunscreen, toys, even a little portable fan, just in case. Ingrid glanced back at their loaded car, a mix of awe and amusement in her expression. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
Mapi shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I’m a professional.”
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When they arrived at the beach, Mila’s eyes lit up. She clambered out of the car as soon as Ingrid unbuckled her seatbelt, running ahead toward the sparkling ocean. “Mila! Wait for us!” Mapi called, hurrying to unload their gear.
It took some time, but Mapi managed to set up a perfect little spot on the sand. She planted a large umbrella into the ground, spread out their blanket, and arranged their chairs and cooler. Ingrid watched her with an appreciative smile. “You really are amazing,” she murmured, earning a proud grin from her wife.
Meanwhile, Mila was practically vibrating with excitement. “Mama, can we go to the water now? Please?”
Ingrid gently guided her back under the umbrella. “Soon, but first, sunscreen.” Mila groaned, but Ingrid sat her down and started applying sunscreen to her arms, legs, and face. Mila squirmed the entire time. “It’s cold!” she whined.
“I know, but you don’t want a sunburn, do you?” Ingrid said patiently, finishing up and helping her into a sun-protection shirt. A wide-brimmed hat and tiny sunglasses completed the look. Mila pouted but couldn’t hide how cute she looked.
With Mila protected, Mapi took her down to the water. Hand in hand, they waded along the shore, searching for seashells. Mila squealed every time she found one, her tiny hands clutching her growing collection. They returned to Ingrid, who was lying on the blanket soaking up the sun, and Mila proudly displayed her treasures.
“These are beautiful,” Ingrid said, examining each shell with exaggerated awe, making Mila giggle.
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For the next hour, Mapi and Mila built a sandcastle together. Mila was intensely focused, patting and shaping the sand with determination. Mapi couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s dedication, even when the wind knocked part of their castle down, prompting Mila to start over with a defiant huff. Ingrid watched from her spot under the umbrella, smiling softly at the scene before her.
The tranquility of the moment was broken by Mila’s sudden excited shout. “Esmee! Kika! Frido!” She jumped up, running toward the trio of Barcelona players approaching their spot. Frido scooped her up in a big hug.
“Mila, you’re so grown up!” Frido teased, spinning her around.
Mila giggled, looking around. “Where’s Lexi?”
“She’s coming later,” Ingrid said as she joined them to greet the girls. Mila nodded, her disappointment short-lived as she grabbed Kika’s hand. “Let’s go in the water!”
After getting Ingrid’s approval, Kika lifted Mila into her arms and ran toward the waves, Mapi and Esmee close behind. “Wait for us!” Mapi yelled, laughing as she chased them.
The group splashed and played in the water, Mila shrieking with laughter as Esmee lifted her onto her shoulders. Mapi took her chance to dunk Kika under the waves, earning loud protests and more laughter. Kika splashed water at everyone, and soon all four were soaked and breathless from laughter.
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Back on the beach, Ingrid and Frido sat under the umbrella, watching the chaos unfold. “She’s having the time of her life,” Frido said with a grin.
“She is,” Ingrid agreed, her smile full of warmth.
When Alexia finally arrived, Mila spotted her immediately. “Lexi!” she cried, holding her arms out as the group in the water turned to see Alexia waving from the shore.
Mila practically leapt out of Esmee’s arms, running across the sand into Alexia’s embrace. “You’re here!” she said, burying her face in Alexia’s shoulder.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Alexia said, kissing her head. “Did you have fun in the water?”
Mila nodded enthusiastically. “Now we’re playing football!” She grabbed the small ball Mapi had brought, pulling Alexia along with her.
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The impromptu beach football match was a mix of skill and hilarity. Mila’s team, with Frido and Esmee, took an early lead, while Alexia, Kika, and Mapi struggled to keep up. At one point, Esmee and Kika collided and fell into the sand, sending Mila into fits of giggles. “You’re supposed to run to the goal, not fall!” she said, climbing onto Esmee to emphasize her point.
In the end, Mila’s team won, and she ran back to her mother, her face glowing with pride. “We beat Lexi and Kika!” she announced triumphantly.
Alexia crossed her arms with a mock pout. “They cheated.”
Mila climbed into her lap, patting her cheek. “It’s okay, Lexi. You’re still the best player in the world.”
Alexia grinned, hugging her tightly. “You’re too sweet, Mila.”
As the sun began to set, the group gathered together, sharing snacks and laughter. Mila curled up in Ingrid’s lap, her energy finally waning. “This was the best day ever,” she murmured sleepily.
Mapi and Ingrid exchanged a tender look, their hands intertwining as they watched their little family. No matter where life took them, moments like this were what truly mattered.
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kick-a-long · 1 day ago
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When I was in college in Ohio I had many different science majors talk about how theology and science were additive to each other. In fact many religious people find science a kind of worship and celebration of gods work, not just Jews. Like, if someone makes you this incredible thing by hand, inventing all of it by themselves, what greater compliment can you pay them than by marveling at how it works? And how little faith do you have in them that you think tinkering with it, examining it, studying it, would break it or disprove they made it?
I took a ton of science classes and I’ll say I personally reconcile the two (when I flip flop between believing and doubting in god) is that no matter how much you learn you always find more questions than you started with. Everything relates to everything else and all these things (from equations in physics to lil peptides and chemical signals) get reused in really interesting ways. I don’t think it’s a matter of a clock maker that starts a watch and leaves, I think of it as a creation that is perfectly fine with singular negative and positive outcomes but wants a general move towards sustaining life despite allowing for and even leveraging the powerful effects of discomfort and change.
There’s mysteries like the lack of life away from earth anywhere we can see it. It’s basically the only evidence of human specialness to the universe. No one can figure out why we’re so alone. We can see pretty far away. So many systems big and small keep earth alive, that don’t exist on other planets that could have life larger than a bacteria. We should see city lights and hear or see some kind of waves. The universe should be bright and loud.
As far as a god that created everything I’m less convinced by a spark that creates life. That could be accidental and, if it’s god, a spark requires only an impulse. To make so many different things work together, share so much, adapt and evolve together without the whole thing falling apart long long ago shows deep love, commitment and care. Life should have already burned out because it’s a weird use of energy that could dissipate into a less ordered system pretty quickly. It shows real omniscient and omnipotence. I don’t know if god would still be meddling with it now, vis a vie Guadiana angels and prophecy, but the systems behind existence seem to imply human life is kind of unlikely and uncomfortable for the rules as they are.
Only someone who has no faith would be worried that studying the world would disprove a god. People should get over scriptural literalism. they might feel real euphoric celebratory faith of seeing why this place is so unlikely without some sort of exception to the universal rules for everything else.
One thing I wish more people understood is that being religious and believing in science are not mutually exclusive.
Throughout all of recorded human history, including over the course the last century, some of the most important scientific advancements came from religious people and religiously funded institutions. Often it was Jews and Muslims leading the charge of scientific progress, but despite what you might think: it was also Christians and Catholics (both separately and alongside each other).
An example of these contributions (though there are many more) is that in Medieval Europe, erroneously referred to as "the dark ages", the Church heavily funded scientific research; in fact, they were one of the only bodies in the region that had the kind of money to put into something like science on a major scale.
The idea they are two things that cannot coexist comes from the "enlightenment", and then later Victorian era, which sought to frame people in that past as inherently stupid and inferior.
More recently, a trend towards fundamentalism and anti-science rhetoric, found on the fringes of many religions, is used by antitheists to reflect poorly on religious people as a whole. The many more religious people who are able to make science syncretic with their religious beliefs just aren't deemed interesting enough to make the news or entertaining enough for a non-religious audience to challenge in debates.
Atheism is not more compatible with science than theistic belief is.
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citrustan · 1 day ago
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dating girl (jjk) #2.2
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.
genre & note: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than friends ygm? angst! - here are the links for the original and the follow-up parts to be read before this one - it's giving filler chapter... 🤐
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It's awkward.
You look around for a moment, trying not to feel like a loser who got ditched.
There are very few seatings available and none of them were occupied currently. You felt like even bigger of a loser because you'd be the only girl just sitting there. Nor do you want men to take it as a hint to approach you. You're rethinking coming at all.
You blow air out of your mouth as a self-soothing gesture, deciding to go grab another drink.
Suddenly remembering that you had other friends at this party, you decide to text them asking if they were around. You loosely recollect reading about their bar hopping plan on the group chat, so you're not sure. You'd have joined in if you had Jungkook to tag along. He's fun to cling to when you're drunk.
Sometimes you fake being so piss drunk that you can't move by yourself just so Jungkook would hold you up or lift you in his arms.
Thinking about this is really ruining your mood though. Because tonight, that other chick is going to enjoy his company while you act like a cunt towards your date because you can't stand up for yourself.
As you make your way back to the table, you spot Jungkook not too far from it.
Boy, is just everywhere tonight or what.
You freeze for a moment, unsure if you should approach Jungkook, or if you’d rather just stay out of his way. But before you can make up your mind, he’s already walking to you.
“Hey,” he says, lowly, as he stops a few inches beside you.
You give him a tight smile, trying to keep your tone neutral, “Hi.”
He looks around, almost as if he’s unsure of what to say next. “Mr. Tooth Fairy had to leave?”
You hum, glancing toward the door where Hoseok disappeared. “Yeah, something came up.”
Jungkook nods, his eyes flicking back to you, “I see.”
An awkward silence stretched between the two of you like a thin, fragile thread.
Finally, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the tension, “Listen... about earlier-”
You hold up a hand, cutting him off, “Yeah, I'm sorry, I did not mean to do that. It was uncalled for."
This was too awkward. You don't know how to act around him. All you want to do it grab his head and smush your lips together.
"No, you're fine. I meant to text you back, you know?"
Right.
"Yeah, well, either way, I get the message loud and clear," you reply simply, staring him down.
"I wasn't sending any messages, _____."
"Well, yeah!"
"_____..."
"Can we not do this? I told you I hear you loud and clear. Let's move on." You were agitated.
Jungkook knows you've misunderstood his silence but he doesn't want to piss you off anymore today.
He sighs softly, tilting his head as if to study you. “Hoseok, huh?”
“Yeah,” you say, almost defensively. “He’s nice.”
“Nice,” Jungkook echoes, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, though you can’t tell if it’s amusement or something else entirely. “That’s good. You deserve... nice.”
The way he says it makes your stomach twist. You ball your hands into a fist. You wish he'd stop rubbing it in.
“Is that supposed to mean something?” you ask, sharper than you intend.
Jungkook raises his eyebrows, his expression unreadable, “No. Just a statement.”
You let out a breath through your nose, already feeling the hair on your nape stand, “You know, if you’re trying to say something, you could just say it instead of whatever... this is.” You wave a finger at him.
Jungkook’s jaw ticks slightly, and for a moment, you think he’s going to brush you off. Instead, he takes a step closer, “Fine. I don’t like him.”
Your eyes snap to his. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t like him,” Jungkook repeats, slower this time.
"Yes, you do? He's YOUR friend." You're stunned.
"Yeah, well, I don't like him around you." He'd almost seem childish if it weren't for the way he was looking at you. Like a... predator? Not in a creepy way because this was very invited.
Your brain scrambles to process his words but all you can focus on is how it makes you feel. A shiver runs down your spine.
“Jungkook,” you say finally, forcing your voice to stay calm, “you don’t get to have an opinion about that.”
He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue, but you cut him off before he can speak--- “You’re the one who wants this,” you speak a bit quieter, "-but I..." You abruptly stop yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.
"You what?"
You hesitate, but there’s no point in holding back now. “I didn’t want this,” you admit. You could hear your heart pounding. “And I didn’t have a choice, did I? Because if I said no, you would’ve walked away. And I didn’t want that either.”
Jungkook stares at you, his jaw tight and brows furrowed, like he’s holding himself back from saying something he’ll regret.
Jungkook looked genuinely confused, “That’s not fair. You can't put this on me."
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "I know. I'm not blaming you."
There's another moment of silence.
"I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says finally, his voice was more gentle now, leaning towards apologetic.
You nod.
“Then maybe we shouldn’t have started this,” you could barely get the words out.
“I didn’t think it would get this complicated,” Jungkook admits, almost like he’s talking to himself.
You almost want to ask to be exclusive. Just the two of you. You really needed to retire that kind of wishful thinking.
Jungkook looks away and chugs his drink in a go. You hadn't noticed he even had one.
He avoids looking at you, choosing to observe random partygoers instead. You want to know what he's thinking.
You glance at his hand tucked into his pocket, briefly contemplating grabbing it.
Just when you slyly begin to inch your fingers closer to his, a third hand blocks you. It links itself with Jungkook's. You can only stupidly stare at their arms joined together, while yours hangs awkwardly mid-way.
Floor open. Swallow. Into the ground. Anytime now would be great.
"Jungkook, I'm ready to go. Take me home?" The blonde from earlier begins massaging his shoulder while you stare at the couple, dumbfounded.
Jungkook looked just as confused as you did, "Now?"
She leans in closer to whisper something into his ear, at the same time, allowing her hand to freely rub his chest, letting out a sensual giggle.
It's so obvious what she's trying to do here. Putting on a show just for you. She must see you as threat.
Jungkook briefly pulls away and glances back at the blonde, "Fine. Wait for me by the door?"
Her smile drops a little but she recovers with an exaggerated pout, "I don't know if I can be left unaccompanied any longer. Like five guys have tried to talk to me already. But I told them I'm here with you." She pokes his cheek.
That wasn't a very subtle jab at you and Hoseok.
As much as you want to push her off of Jungkook, you can admit she's not wrong. He's here with her. And the man you came with has left (momentarily or not, he still left the party.)
You don't know what you're doing standing there. There's no need for you to watch them, especially when Jungkook hasn't said a word to you in over five minutes.
Even though your conversation is long from over, it was apparent that nothing was happening today. It makes the most sense for you to walk away from them before you start crying.
Feigning disinterest, you pull your phone up and shoot Hoseok a quick text explaining your absence.
The party spirit has officially been sucked out of you by Jungkook through a giant straw jammed into your skull.
Jungkook's still speaking to his date but you've forcefully tuned them out, thinking about how you're going to take a long hot shower and change into freshly laundered clothes and hop into your comfy bed.
It's only when you abruptly walk away that you hear him call out to you. He sounded almost frantic.
"Is Hoseok back?"
You pause at that, "No, I'm heading back home as well."
"We'll walk you." Jungkook offers. It was more of a statement though.
You consider it just because of how pissed off his date looked. Her smile has been wiped off and she glared at you, daring you to accept Jungkook's offer.
Well, you guess you're both going to be having a bad night now.
"You know what? I'd like that."
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note: so like it's my birthday (woohoo 🎉) and this is a little gift from me to you.... 🧍‍♀️
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fluff-lover · 2 days ago
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Healing Touch | Chapter 6: Healed hearts
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Logan Howlett x fem!Reader
A/N: It's finally here! The final chapter! If you've made it this far, I wanted to say thank you for reading!!
There are no warnings for this chapter I guess, it's just pure fluff (with a tiny little bit of angst)
Masterlist
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The mansion was unusually quiet when you and Logan arrived late that evening: no students running through the halls, no sounds of laughter or training in the yard. With the students on vacation and Jean and Scott away on their honeymoon, there really wasn’t much to do around.
“You’re back!” Ororo said from the staircase as she made her way to you. “We missed you!” She added while hugging you.
“Hi Ro.” You said hugging her back. “It’s good to be back home.”
“How was the trip?” She asked.
“I’ll take the suitcases upstairs.” Logan suddenly said before leaving the two of you alone.
Ororo frowned.
“Is he okay?” She whispered and you nodded your head.
“Yeah, don’t worry about him. The trip was… eventful, to say the least. He learned a lot about himself and his past. But you know how he is, he doesn’t talk much about himself. I think he’ll tell you about it eventually, once he’s ready.” You explained.
“What about you?” She asked.
“What about me?”
“Did you have a pleasant trip?”
You had to hold yourself back from giggling like a schoolgirl. You wanted so much to tell her about everything, about Logan and you getting together, but you still hadn’t had the “what are we?” talk with Logan.
“It was… really good.” You smiled. Ororo gave you a suspicious look, but didn’t press.
Logan waited for you in your bedroom after dropping by your suitcase. The second you stepped in he closed the door and kissed you. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Did you tell her about us?” He asked.
“No, I didn’t but I think she suspects something. Should we tell her and the others?” You asked.
Logan shook his head. 
“Not right now. I like the idea of us having something just for ourselves.” He smiled and nuzzled your nose.
“You’re not embarrassed of me, are you?” you asked. It was supposed to be a joke, but deep down there was always a little bit of doubt. Logan pulled back with a frown.
“Are you for real right now?” He asked in disbelief. You shrugged and pouted cutely.
“No, but it’s nice to be reassured.”
Logan rolled his eyes.
“No, I’m not embarrassed and I don’t mind people knowing. You’re free to tell your friends.” Logan said. “I just don’t want to jinx it, you know? this is so recent I don’t want to rush into things and mess it up.” he confessed.
His words made you smile, but it was the vulnerable look in his eyes that made you melt in his arms. You knew he wasn’t the relationship type of man, so this was probably uncharted territory for him, even after 200 years.
“Yeah, you’re right.” You bit your lower lip and caressed his cheek. “Can you stay for a little bit?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows. Logan smirked.
“Baby, I’d stay until you kick me out.” He said before picking you up and taking you to the bed, you giggled and kicked your feet in the air all the way.
With the students on break, you and Logan found yourselves with a rare taste of freedom. You returned to the hospital to volunteer, but you also started visiting places like a nursing home, offering your powers to those who needed it most. Logan, meanwhile, kept an eye on the few kids who had stayed behind: unfortunately, not all of them had homes to return to for the holidays. When he wasn’t looking after them, he’d take the occasional motorcycle ride to clear his head.
You would share short little moments and maybe a kiss or two when no one was watching, but at night Logan would sneak into your bedroom for some alone time. Your relationship was developing into something sweet and comforting and you couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. It was scary how fast you fell for Logan. You were nowhere near ready to tell him you loved him, not because you didn’t love him, but because you didn’t want to scare him away. In the meantime you showed your affection in other ways and you were planning a little surprise for him: you were in the process of getting his father’s watch fixed.
One evening, he invited you along for a ride on his bike. The two of you ended up at a diner just outside of town. It was everything you could hope for on a date: burgers, milkshakes, and a slice of pie for dessert. Sitting together in a cozy booth, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, you couldn’t help but feel like a teenager out with your crush. The ease of his company, the quiet way he glanced at you when he thought you weren’t looking, it all made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.
By the time you returned to the mansion, the world was dark and quiet. You expected everyone to be asleep, but as you quietly pushed the door open, Ororo was waiting for you in the hallway, arms crossed and a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“And where, pray tell, have you two been?” she asked, her tone laced with teasing amusement. Logan barely missed a beat. 
“What are you, my mother?” he shot back, his signature gruffness unable to hide the slight smirk tugging at his lips.
You bit back a laugh, shaking your head as Ororo chuckled softly. “Just making sure you weren’t up to too much trouble.”
“We went out for a bite. I never rode a bike before so I asked Logan if it was okay for him to take me.” You said, which wasn’t entirely untrue.
“Mhmmm…” Ro arched an eyebrow giving you both an unimpressed look. “Right, well, it’s late so off to bed the two of you.”
“Again, not my mother.” Logan said annoyed. You chuckled and shook your head.
“Thanks for the ride, Logan! Good night!” You said before heading to the staircase.
“My pleasure, Angel.” He replied with a fond smile. 
Ororo narrowed her eyes, she had only ever seen that look on Logan’s face before, and it was when he looked at Jean.
“You two are onto something and I will find out soon enough.” She said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Logan said before quickly walking away so she wouldn’t see the goofy smile on his face.
Only ten minutes later Logan was sneaking out of his room and into yours, catching you by surprise halfway through your nightly routine.
“Logan! Jesus! I didn’t expect you until later!” You said embarrassed. You had a fluffy headband you used when you washed your face, you wore ratty clothes instead of the sexy nightgown you planned to wear that night, and had under-eyes masks on.
Logan chuckled and pulled you closer.
“So this is what you’re up to before I come here, uh?”
You groaned and hid your face on his chest.
“I have to make myself pretty for you.” You mumbled.
“Oh baby,” He cooed. “You’re always pretty to me. Beautiful. Gorgeous.” He kissed the top of your head. You smiled, your face warming up.
“And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” You said before walking him to your bed. “Tonight was so nice! I like our little getaways.”
Logan chuckled.
“We should do it more often, although Ororo will definitely catch on.” He said as he sat down at the foot of your bed.
“And here I thought Charles was the mind reader.” You joked. “Maybe we’re being too obvious?” Logan pulled you closer so you were standing between his legs.
“Nah, she’s just being nosy… Now, no more talking about Ro, I came here to see my little angel.”
You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed happily.
“I’m glad to see you’re not tired of me yet.” You joked.
“Never.” He pulled you even closer and you leaned to kiss him. 
“Let me finish getting ready and we’ll continue this.” You said with a playful tone. Logan shook his head and held you tighter.
“All this sneaking around makes me wanna enjoy every second I have with you.” He said before throwing you on the bed. 
Under-eye masks be damned.
He had a good point: your time together was limited. Logan still opted to sleep alone in his own room. Both of you longed to share a bed, wrapped in each other's arms, but his fear of accidentally hurting you during a nightmare was too big to ignore. 
However, saying goodnight was becoming increasingly difficult and each night took longer. You clung to Logan and begged him not to leave your bed for at least five more minutes. Those five minutes usually turned into an hour and you only let him go when you were already asleep.
Tonight wasn’t any different. Logan said goodnight with several kisses and caresses on your sleepy face before quietly stepping out of the room. He had to be very quiet not to wake up anyone and create suspicions.
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Logan jumped and turned around, finding Ororo at the end of the hall with a glass of milk in her hand and a smug look on her face.
“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Logan sighed.
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You and Logan sat on one side of the table, while Ororo, Rogue, and Kitty sat across from you. Breakfast had been served, but no one was eating. On one hand, you felt like a kid about to be lectured by your parents; on the other, it was as if you were about to be interrogated by the FBI. The tension in the air was palpable, sharp and heavy, like the moments before defusing a bomb.
“Is this really necessary?” Logan asked.
“Yes!” Both Rogue and Kitty replied.
“Fine.” He grumbled. “Let’s get over this, what do you wanna know?”
“Everything!” Rogue answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Let’s start from the beginning.” Ororo said with her arms folded over the table. “When did you start seeing each other?”
“During our trip to Canada.” You said.
“And?” Kitty pushed.
“And… what?” Logan asked.
“How did it start? Who kissed who first?” Rogue said.
“Was it snowing? Was it romantic?” Kitty added.
“Was it a “long time coming” type of thing? Or was it an impulse?” Rogue added.
“Whoa, girls, that’s a lot of questions.” You said.
“Not to mention, very personal.” Logan added. You felt bad for him, this was clearly not how he wanted people to know.
“All you need to know is that Logan was a perfect gentleman during our first kiss.” You said. “And that’s all I’ll say about that.”
Logan glanced at you, but you found him hard to read. Was he satisfied by your answer? Or was he mad that you indulge them? You couldn’t tell.
“Alright, that’s good… for now.” Ororo said. “Let’s skip to the important stuff.”
“Oh lord…” You were terrified.
“Are you guys in a relationship? Or are you just fooling around?” She asked.
“That’s none of your business.” Logan hissed. And he was 100% right, but a small part of you hoped he would confirm your relationship status.
“Guys, this is all very recent, we’re still figuring things out ourselves.” You said, trying to defuse the situation. 
“We’re only asking because we love you and we want to see you happy.” Rogue said while pointedly looking at Logan.
“We’re fine.” Logan said, which wasn’t much of an answer.
“Then why are you sneaking around? You left her room in the middle of the night, that sounds like just fooling around to me.” Ororo pressed.
Logan suddenly got up, his chair scratching the floor loudly and making you flinch. Clearly Ororo pushed too hard on a touchy subject. 
“That’s enough.” Logan said before walking out of the room. He didn’t want them to know he was afraid of falling asleep next to you. He felt vulnerable enough as everyone knew about the night he stabbed you.
You watched him walk away with a heaviness in your chest. When you turned back you had all three women looking at you expectantly.
“Logan is right. This is a private matter we shouldn’t be discussing with anyone but each other.” You gave Ororo a look. “I told you he would talk once he’s ready. Now he may close off again.” You sighed tiredly. 
“What about you, though?” Rogue asked. You looked at her confused.
“What about me?”
“We care about you too.” Ororo said. “Logan can be… well, difficult. You spend so much time caring for him, helping him with his memory… is it worth it? I mean, he sneaks out of your bedroom at night, why is that?”
Now you understand why Logan was so upset. The implication that your partner wasn’t good enough for you, or that you weren’t happy in the relationship, was overstepping.
“Not that it is any of your business, but he insists on sleeping on his own bed because he’s too afraid of hurting me again.” You explained. The girls shared a look as they remembered that fateful night. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been and I don’t need anyone mendling in my business. If I ever need your help or want your opinion, I’ll let you know.” You said before getting up from the chair and walking out.
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The rest of the morning felt heavy after the breakfast interrogation. You couldn’t help but replay Logan’s abrupt exit in your mind. Was Logan upset that everyone knew? Was he embarrassed? Did this mean you weren’t something serious after all? You clung to the conversations you had before where he reassured you, but doubt kept you on edge.
Lost in your thoughts you made your way to your usual bench. The fresh morning air soothed you a little bit, and you felt like you could think a little bit clearer. This is where Logan found you.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with concern.
“I guess… What about you? You looked really upset.”
Logan sighed, sitting next to you on the bench. 
“They had no right to pry like that.” he said.
“They were out of line,” you agreed. “But… I think they got to my head. I can’t help wondering. Are we… serious? I mean, what are we?” You mentally braced for his response.
“You’re serious to me,” he said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. “You think I’d go through all this sneakin’ around for just anyone? You’re my girl.” He took your hand. “My little angel.”
You thought you would melt there and then, your heart exploded with happiness.
“Only yours.” You smiled. “No more sneaking around, okay? We can continue sleeping in separate rooms, but I don’t want to hide the fact that we’re together.”
“I’m okay with that.” Logan nodded.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect us to make out like horny teenagers in the hall or the classrooms. We still need to act like teachers in front of our students.” You said and Logan laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders.
You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.
You were officially Logan’s girl.
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As expected Logan arrived at your bedroom after dinner, ready for your usual nightly routine. Despite sleeping in his own bedroom, you noticed bits and pieces of him scattered in your room: he had a toothbrush and a bottle of cologne in your bathroom, there was a pair of clean socks and underwear in your dresser; a flask and an ashtray in case he wanted a drink or to smoke after sex, which happened pretty much every night… 
You loved it. You loved knowing Logan felt safe and comfortable with you.
Later on you rested your naked body on top of his, a light sheen of sweat covering both of you after some intense activities. Logan was the best lover you had. Not only he focused on your pleasure over his, but he was also very creative in the bedroom. At first you felt a little bit embarrassed that you weren’t as adventurous as he was, and you were a bit shy, but Logan was more than eager to help you explore your body and find what you liked best. He never pushed too hard and he always reassured you there was nothing wrong with liking sex or enjoying your sexuality.
He really was the best you ever had. In every sense of the word.
So there you were, hair all messy, sheets pooling around your legs, his hands tracing lightly on your back, when you remembered something.
“I have something for you,” you said as you sat up on the bed and reached for something on your bedside table. Logan sat up and leaned against the headboard, curious to see what you got.
You pulled out a little box neatly wrapped with a silver bow on top and handed it to him. Logan took it and hesitated to open it. 
“What’s the occasion? I didn’t get you anything.”
You giggled.
“No occasion, it’s not a big deal. Come on, open it.”
What Logan didn’t know is that you took his father’s watch to a clocksmith and got it fixed.
When he unwrapped it and saw the watch his expression softened in a way that made your heart ache.
“My father’s watch…” he murmured, running his thumb over the polished surface.
“I got it fixed for you,” you said quietly. “I thought maybe it’d be nice to have something of his, you know, now that you’re remembering more about him.”
Logan sat there in silence for so long you started to worry you’ve done something wrong. But then he pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.
“You’re something else, baby” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
When he pulled back, you caressed his cheek.
“I just want you to be happy, Logan.”
He smiled and kissed you softly.
“I am. I really am, for the first time in a long time.”
You laid back down on the bed and watched as Logan traced his thumb over the watch lovingly.
“You know… I have a bone to pick with you.” He suddenly said. You frowned and looked up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You lied to me.” Logan replied and you jumped on the bed, quickly sitting up.
“What are you talking about?” You asked worriedly. Logan simply chuckled which only confused even more.
“A while back you told me that the only thing you couldn’t heal was a broken heart.” He said, a soft look in his eyes. You remembered that conversation, it was the night Scott and Jean got engaged and you were trying to comfort Logan despite your own heartache. “You lied.” Logan continued. “You healed mine. Thank you.”
Tears pooled in your eyes, overwhelmed by his tenderness.
“And you healed mine.” you whispered. Logan caressed your cheek and wiped a tear away.
“I’m not good at this kinda thing, but… I love you. I really do.”
Your breath hitched at the confession.
“I love you, too.” You leaned down and kissed him. “And just so you know, you’re much better than you give yourself credit for.”
Too happy and excited to sleep, you two stayed up talking almost the entire night. Eventually you reached the subject of his memory since there was still work to do.
“So, what’s next in recovering your memories?” You asked. Logan exhaled, his chin resting lightly on your head. 
“After Alberta?...” Logan sighed. “Madripoor.”
“Madripoor,” you repeated softly. “Sounds interesting.”
“Oh you have no idea.” Logan chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your hair.
“I’ll start with the preparations in the morning.” you said before closing your eyes and snuggling more onto him.
Logan fell asleep shortly after you, forgetting completely about going back to his own room. He never wanted to sleep in another bed without you.
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sunasbabie · 1 day ago
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little something for the birthday boy, also i haven't written in over 3 years LOL
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it’s the 24th of january and it’s been 5 days since your boyfriend left for an away game, 5 days too long. you were never one to complain whenever rintaro went on away games, you understood that it was part of his job and you knew that even then when the two of you were both teenagers just figuring out your feelings for each other, but now that you’re together and used to seeing each other every day, it’s harder being away from him. especially when you want to spend his birthday with him and not just over the phone.
“how was the game today” you asked as you sat on the couch where you and your boyfriend would usually sit and catch up on shows you missed or movies you’ve been wanting to watch.
“it was a tight game babe, just like you” he chuckled “but we won”.
after knowing him for so long you’ve gotten used to how your boyfriend responds to things, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in response. he’s always been like this, always trying to make stupid jokes, you’d never admit it but it makes you smile everytime, even if they’re stupid.
“you’re so stupid” you stood up and walked towards the window, “i’m glad you guys won”
“yeah, i’m really tired though, can’t want to get home and lay in bed with you”
“i miss you rin” you couldn’t help but say the truth, you’ve never been one to not tell rin you’ve missed him or that you love him. that’s just how you’ve always been with him and that’s one of the reasons why he fell in love with you.
rin smiled to himself upon hearing you say that, of course he knew that but hearing you say that you’ve missed him makes him happy, “i miss you too baby, don’t worry i’ll be home on the 26th”
you frown upon hearing his response, you wanted to spend his birthday with him but apparently this year you couldn’t cause he was out of town.
“aww so you won’t be here for your birthday?” you pouted as if he could see your face right now
“no i won’t, but i’m free the entire day when i get back, we can do something then”
“okay, no complaining about being tired okay cause i’ve got something planned” you grip your phone, excited at the thought of seeing rin in two days and spending the whole day with him after not seeing him for almost a week.
rintaro smiles at the sound of excitement in your voice “don’t worry, i won’t”
“great, i’ll see you in 2 days rin. i love you.”
“i love you, i can’t wait to see you”
and with that you hung up the phone and started to plan rin’s birthday.
it was around 12:30am when you heard the locks of your apartment door turning, thinking that someone was trying to break into your apartment. you grabbed the nearest thing that you could swing at the person to hurt them, which was strangely a frying pan.
you walked closer to the door and when the door swung open you saw your boyfriend carrying all his bags walk through the door. you relax and lower the pan and put it on the couch.
you ran up to rintaro, hugging him by the waist, “what the hell rintaro you scared me, you said you’d be home on the 26th? what are you doing here” you looked up at him,seeing his face for the first time in a while and missing him.
he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you back, “i got on the last train going home, i missed you and couldn’t wait” he explained as he hugged you tighter.
you hold on to him for a little longer before moving your hands to his shoulders as you stand on your toes, leaning in to kiss him. you felt him kiss you back, you pulled away but stayed close his face before whispering “happy birthday rin, i love you” before leaning in and giving him another kiss.
"i love you" rintaro couldn’t think of getting anything better for his birthday, after all he’s got all he’s ever wanted. you.
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corruptedcaps · 1 day ago
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Brat Training
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"Mmm, I always thought your girlfriend Lana had a dorky body, but now that I'm in control, I can see she just didn't use it to its full potential. Like, look at these tits? They're way bigger than mine.
Oh didn't she tell you? She hired me to 'train' her body and mind. I'm like a life coach but I take control of my clients body's. Lucky for your girlfriend that I gave her a friends and family discount even though I am far from being either. We went to high school together and see was such a dweeb and clearly still is if she needed my help.
Bet she used to whine about me, calling me bitchy bully Becky. She was right, too. I was such a nasty slut in high school but no one dared to mess with me. Clearly that's why your lame girlfriend asked for my help. Dead end job, no fashion sense, being walked over by everyone, including you. But that ends today. I've already made some positive changes.
And her wardrobe? Oh, she dressed like she was still in high school. But with this body and her new clothes that I bought by maxing out her card, I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a queen looks like. I'll wear those tight dresses she was too scared to even think about.
And her voice, oh, her voice! She always spoke so quietly, like she was afraid of her own shadow. But now, it's a perfectly bratty tone that will make everyone do as I... or I mean, as she says. Just this morning I was able to get one of the baristas at her favourite coffee place fired for spelling her name wrong on the cup. Just a few choice words and my new manicure tapping on the counter had the manager fold so fast.
Oh, and those friends of hers, so dorky and annoying, well I’ve kicked them to the curb. They were holding her back. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I made fun of them one by one. They were so crushed that even if Lana wanted to reverse the damage I’ve done, her friends would be too afraid to trust her.
See what your girlfriend never understood was that being a hawt bully was the only way to get what you want. Now that I’ve turned her into one she’s going to have no problem getting everything and anyone that she desires.
But you know what I’m desiring right now? You. Oh don’t worry baby it’s not cheating if it’s her body. Besides you want to be familiar with her new bitchy energy when she takes over right?
First off, I'm going to get down on my knees, right in front of you, and I'm going to take your big cock in my mouth like you've never felt before. This mouth, it's not going to be all shy whispers anymore. It's going to work you, tease you, show you what a real blowjob feels like. I'll look up at you with these big eyes, all innocent and yet so fucking naughty, watching your reaction as I take you deeper, make you moan like you never have.
Then, when you're at the edge, I'll stand up, push you down, and climb on top. This body, it's going to ride you like it was made for it. I'll move my hips in ways she never could, make you feel every inch of this new, improved version of her. I'll lean down, let those big, beautiful tits brush against your face, driving you wild.
We'll change positions, because I want to feel you from every angle. From behind, where I can show off this new, sexy arch in my back, taking you deep, making those sounds she was too embarrassed to make. And then, on your back again, where I'll grind down, slow and deep, watching your face, knowing I'm in control now, knowing I'm giving you the best damn sex of your life.
And all the while, I'll whisper in your ear, tell you how much better it is with me in charge, how this body was wasted on her, but now, it's yours to enjoy, in ways you never thought possible. Because, baby, I’m never leaving. This is my body now and this is just the beginning."
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eddiesvixen · 2 days ago
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Jessie’s Girl
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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗰𝗶𝗴𝘀)
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗻𝘁: 𝟰.𝟱𝗸
the third chapter of Open Til Midnight
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June 23, 1979.
You and Eddie were at Skull Rock. Fourteen years young and laying back on a blanket, snacking and listening to Black Sabbath together. Eddie’s got his vest off, sewing a new patch onto it.
“Motörhead.”
“Yeah. Can you believe I got this at the fabric store. Kenny made it for me.” He smiles as he sews the patch on.
“Wish we could see them live. No way would they ever come here.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t even think they know Hawkins exists.”
You look over him. Eddie’s changed from a punk to thrash guy. His curls moving with every head shake to the music. “Your hair’s growing so long.”
“Yeah. Wayne says I’m starting to look more and more like my mom. Think he just wanted an excuse to say I look ridiculous again.”
You laugh. “You know he means well.”
“Yeah.. think he’s just tired of buying new shampoo. Not like he needed any hair cair.” He snorts.
“You tried another shampoo?” That’s the third one this month. Eddie just wants to make sure his mane smells good. He remembers in those interviews on Mtv that girls are attracted to rockstars and hire they smell, what they wear, what they play. With his new hairdo, new hellfire tees and promised gigs at the hideout on tuesdays, he was on the route to that dream.
“I did.” He smirks, proud of himself. “Go on give it a whiff.”
You lean in and his curls tickle your nose. You hum. “Blueberries?”
He nods. “And..”
“Something minty.” You raise a brow. “Peppermint?”
“Lemon mint.” He smiles. “What do you think?”
You giggle. “Think I have the same one.”
His eyes widen. “You’re joking right?”
“Wish I were. You’re swooning ladies with their own shampoo, Eddie.” You giggle and he shakes his head.
“Blasphemy. The bottle was in the men’s section.”
“Yeah but did you read the bottle? Did it say mens?”
“I just smelled it and put it in the cart.” He smiles at your laughter, now laughing at himself. “Damn. I can’t win can I?”
“Well you’re still new to having hair this long. And you’ve got all summer to rebirth yourself.”
“Damn straight, princess. And we’re gonna go through high school like nothing. Me and the boys can rehearse and have some real campaigns now that we’ve got the club. And since we’ve got gigs at the Hideout maybe we’ll finally be seen. Gonna focus on getting signed. Getting out of here.”
You love when Eddie gets like this. Talking about his dreams for Corroded Coffin. For his band.
“Leaving me so soon?” You nudge his foot with yours and he returns the gesture.
“I’m offended.” He clutches his chest yet again. “You think i’d let you stay here? No. Screw that, you’d be with us all the time.”
You can’t help but smile. “You are the sappiest metalhead I know. Nerdiest too.”
“Nerds have more fun.“ He winks at you. “And if im a sap so be it. You’re my best friend and you’re always here for me. We’re a package deal, sweetheart, no matter what.”
You grin. “No matter what.”
Best friends. A package deal. You and Eddie were and still are, inseparable. You swore that you’d always be there for each other no matter what, which is why Eddie’s disturbed today. He can’t stop thinking about how weird you were, how avoidant you behaved before leaving his apartment yesterday. He knew something was wrong but he didn’t want to pry. Not when there’s bigger things to focus on.
As you organize the cds, you try to focus on literally anything to get your mind off of Eddie. The ding of the door when a customer walks in, the sound of the Talking Heads from the store speakers, the annoying baby crying in his mother’s arms from the Fleetwood Mac section.
All you see is Eddie. His hair, his body, his face in those pictures. His lips so pink and arms so toned. Maybe he has been working out. Those jeans made his thighs looks so good, that slim waist.. you inly imagined how good his ass looked in them. And seeing him naked like that. His scarce happy trail leading down to his-
“Found it. Thought this broke ages ago but I can take it to Argyle’s buddy, see if he can check it out.” Jonathan says as he holds a half damaged amp from the break room.
“Looks good enough to sell. Did you check for any plugs?”
“No but im taking Robin and Steve to three different pawn shops so if we get a good deal just call.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you after.”
You head to the register to take up for Robin while she leaves. Selling the old amps and guitars, different things you don’t use anymore from the storage space next to the store. It’s an easy way to add cash to your current savings. You just hope it’s enough.
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Your shift is going nice. It’s an easy one. Monday’s usually are. Inventory is done, customers come and go and you enjoy your spot at the register, talking with different customers and introducing them to new music.
Chrissy walks up to the counter. “Hey, i’m taking lunch so Eddie’s gonna cover for me up here.”
Eddie. Just great. You hadn’t spoken to him since yesterday after seeing those pictures.
“Okay.”
She smirks and looks in the rock section. You think Eddie’s standing there but no, it’s someone else but still, someone familiar.
“That cute blonde guy’s back again.” She smiles and looks at you.
“He always comes on mondays.” You nod and shrug, not thinking much of him.
“I know. He flirts with you every monday.” She grins, with a suggestive look in her eyes.”
“Is it flirting if I don’t reciprocate?.”
“Yes.” She smiles. “Come on, you haven’t had a date since when?”
Since last October. You found him hooking up with some other girl, she looked nothing like you. And you honestly didn’t know if that hurt you more or relieved you.
“Give it a rest, chris. He’s a customer and I am not interested in some random guy-“
“Could I get one of those Springsteen pins?” He smiles, vinyls in hand and a cute grin on his face.
He’s got the cutest nose and blue eyes so captivating, the ocean would be jealous. Maybe it is. His beachy waves of blonde hang over his forehead a bit.
You grab the pin and grin as he sets his yinyls on the counter. Bruce Springsteen, Bon Jovi, Madonna, Aerosmith. Of course he gets Aerosmith, he always does.
“Madonna?” You raise your brow.
“It’s for my sister.” He’s quick to respond. “But I do love a good material girl.”
“Can’t argue with that.” You smile, ignoring how Chrissy’s been glancing at the both of you from the record player behind the counter.
“That’s a nice ring you got there.” He nods at the silver ring on your left middle finger, a dark onyx gem in the center.
“Thanks, was a gift.”
You remember turning 20, and the big party you all threw here in this very store. Steve walked you out for a surprise lunch and when you came back, everyone had party hats and hung streamers. The store closed earlier that day as you all shared cake and drinks.
Everyone gave you their gifts at the party but Eddie waited to drive you home to give you his gift. The ring looked so expensive and he explained he saved up for it for months. When he slid it onto your finger it just made since, it was perfect. And you looked into each other’s eyes. You still remember what he told you that night in the van. His voice.
“Excuse me.”
His voice.
“Shit.. sorry.”
You move to the side to let him reach under the counter. Sharpie. More vinyls to be shipped out. Chrissy steps back to let Eddie key into the register since he’s next to check out customers here.
You bag up the customer’s cds and he hands you his cash.
“Will this be all?” You ask the blonde guy.
“Yeah,” he nods and takes the bag and his change from you. “Actually um, I just wanted to ask if you were busy. Tomorrow.”
Chrissy looks at Eddie. Eddie looks at your foot. Your boot tapping against the rug. Nerves. And he feels them too.
“Um.. well, I have to work, so..”
“What time do you get off?”
“Seven.” You nod.
“How about I pick you up? Take you for dinner?” He smiles.
Suddenly Eddie hates the color blue, seeing how the guy’s eyes light up when you say..
“Sure.”
He smiles. “Well great. I will.. i’ll see you then,” he looks at your nametag then saying your name.
“I’ll see you then..”
He smiles. “Jessie.”
You grin. “Bye Jessie.”
He leaves and goes out the door. Chrissy decides to leave to avoid the awkward conversation she knows is about to take place. You focus on your register as the space behind the counter feels smaller. You’ve told yourself too many times that Eddie is just your best friend and he definitely doesn’t see you like that. If he did, he would’ve made a move, and he hasn’t made a move. You needed something. Anything, to get your mind off of the pictures of Eddie that you saw. If it was a date with Jessie then so be it.
After some silence you Eddie speaks up, his voice a bit relaxed. Too relaxed.
“Dating the Aerosmith guy?”
“I guess dinner would be nice.” You look at him and he hasn’t looked up from the clipboard as he writes down the packages he’s signed and boxed up.
“He pulled the push door again on his way out.” The corner of his mouth lifts a bit as that familiar smug smirk starts to form.
You grin. “What are you keeping tabs on him?”
He huffs out a small laugh and shakes his head, his messy curls falling with each movement. He whips his hair back to look at you this time.
“Maybe I should if he’s taking my best friend on a date.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. "Since when do you get all possessive?"
He leans against the counter, the smirk growing as he shrugs. "Since Aerosmith wannabes started sniffing around you."
You roll your eyes but the warmth rising in your cheeks betrays you. "It's just dinner, Eddie. And it's not like I need your approval."
He places a hand over his heart. "Approval? Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. But a warning? Absolutely."
You raise a brow, trying to read him. It’s a bit impossible to right now. "And what exactly are you warning me about?"
He taps the clipboard against the counter, thinking for a second before locking eyes with you. "Those guys always have an angle. Dinner leads to dessert, dessert leads to backstage passes and before you know it, you're a line in one of their breakup ballads."
You can’t help but to laugh. “Are you telling me Corroded Coffin has lines about girls in their ballads?”
He chuckles. “Did you see any girls lined up to talk to us?”
“Well, not really.” You bite your lip. “You really think Jessie’s like that?”
Hearing you say his name scars Eddie but he’s playing it cool. “Don’t know. Just looking out for you, someone has to.”
You meet his gaze with a playful challenge in your eyes. "And what if I don't need looking out for? What if I like the idea of being a song lyric?"
He leans in closer, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Then you're more reckless than I thought."
You swallow at the closeness and for a moment, the air between you changes. Charged and heavy like the static before a storm. His smirk falters for just a second, replaced by something softer, something... real. Something innocent. Those soft boyish features that hide how rowdy and chaotic he is.
A customer walks up to his register. He looks over your face and speaks lowly for only your ears. “Just be careful.”
He stands straight and greets the woman, ringing up her tapes and you swallow and stand in front of your register.
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Tuesday. Four days until the first.
Steve managed to get a decent six hundred for a box of some of his old sneakers. Jonathan and Robin made four hundred and thirty seven dollars for the amps and an old acoustic guitar. You added the cash together from Hopper’s pile and the college dealings you and Eddie did on Sunday.
You sit in the break room, counting the cash as you hear a curse from the restroom.
You call out. “Are you okay?”
“Uh.. all good , sweetheart.”
The door’s cracked open so you take a break and walk over, walking in after he tells you to. You gasp, seeing he has scissors in his hand, his thumb bleeding as he sucks his wounded finger.
“What the hell are you doing?!” You quickly grab the scissors.
“Just a trim.” Eddie winces and reaches for the first aid kit.
You take out the bandages and shake your head. “To your bangs? You’ve actually lost your mind.”
He flips on the sink and washes his hands. Drying them and taking the bandaid from you. “Thanks mom, but I think i’ve got it.”
Your brows furrow. “But you always let me trim your hair.”
He shrugs and looks away. “Didn’t think you wanted to.”
You couldn’t blame him for how he felt. You just pull him to sit on the lid of the toilet seat and take out the scissors. He gives a small nod of surrender, letting you do as you please. You stand between his legs and get to trimming.
You speak softer. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more communicative.”
“You don’t need to apologize, princess. Just.. worried I made you upset or something.”
You raise a brow. “Why would I be upset?”
He looks up at you. “The party.”
Your eyes widen a bit. The college party? “What do you mean?”
He fiddles with the rips in his jeans a bit. “You really dont remember?”
He’s hesitant and that worries you a bit. “Eddie what happened?”
He speaks in a tone so low as if to save you embarrassment from each other. “You know, when you tried to kiss me.”
What?
“What?”
“When you had that smirnoff and we sold the last bag of K, you like.. grabbed my face and pulled me down.” He looks away.
“Oh I.. I didn’t know-“
“It’s okay. I know you were pretty drunk you had like ten of those things.” He sighs. “I guess I just.. when you tried to kiss me I kinda grabbed your hands and told you to stop. I thought you might’ve been pissed at me and left in a hurry on Sunday.”
You can’t believe yourself right now. Wanting to kiss Eddie? Hell yes. But making him feel like your behavior was his fault and not due to your own discovery? Not in a million years.
“No. Eddie I, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get handsy or weird. It’s just.. so much going on. I feel like shit.”
He looks up at you. “I don’t mind at all. I get you wanted to get drunk and forget about your worries for a bit. I just can’t stand the way things are right now.” You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “I miss you.”
You look back into his eyes. “I miss you too, Eddie.”
He sighs and stands up, pulling you into a hug in which you happily and quickly return. It feels good being this close to him. His hair tickling your skin, the warmth of his body, his scent. That scent.
He raises a brow when he feels your body tremble from holding in a laugh. “What?”
You laugh. “Blueberries and lemon mint!”
He laughs along with you. “Damn, I feel exposed princess. You’re being a bad friend.”
“You still use that same shampoo?”
“Hey it hasn’t failed me in the ten years that i’ve been using it and I plan on keeping it that way.” He points a finger at you so you point one back.
You grin, leaning closer as your finger playfully taps his. "Ten years, huh? That's commitment. You might be more loyal to that shampoo than anything else in your life."
He chuckles, dropping his hand but not stepping away from you. "Maybe. But hey if it smells good and works why change it?"
You tilt your head, your smile softening as you study him. “Fair enough.” You sit the scissors down as he rakes his fingers through his hair.
“You look really nice today.” He says a bit sheepishly.
You do. After all, you had a date tonight. You wanted to make an impression. Since you and Jessie agreed on a casual night out you wore a brand new pair of light wash jeans, the bootcut ones that show off your curves in the best way. Your pretty white notched Twisted Sister tee and your hair beautifully worn to your liking.
“Thanks. I mean, I didn’t wanna scare him away on the first date with a shit ton of eyeliner or some demonia’s.”
“If that scares any guy away then he’s blind.”
You smile, cheeks tinged with heat. “Thanks, Eddie.”
“Promise me if things get weird you’ll call me.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” He gives a small grin. “I would hate to show blondie the beast.”
“The beast?” You laugh. “Eddie, have you ever actually won a fight?”
He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. "I'll have you know I almost won plenty of fights, thank you very much."
You laugh, shaking your head. "Almost doesn't count, Eddie."
He narrows his eyes playfully, leaning against the counter. "Alright princess, remind me never to count on you for moral support.” He straightens up a bit. “But seriously. If he does anything sketchy, call me. I'll be there in ten minutes. Fifteen if traffic sucks but i’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Eddie.” You grin.
He shrugs, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a half smile. "Anytime. Just don't forget about us regular folk when blondie sweeps you off your feet."
You roll your eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. No one's sweeping me anywhere.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
You lock eyes for a second. A warmth there that had been missing for a few days. So you almsot drunk kissed him and saw his pics, big whoop. If Eddie could move on from the avoidance so can you. The sweet moment is interrupted when Robin speaks over the intercom.
“Dingus needed at the register, the doors are now open.”
You both laugh.
“Duty calls,” he says, pushing off the counter and backing up to the door. "And remember, if he so much as looks at you wrong-"
"I know, I know," you interrupt with a laugh. "The beast will be unleashed."
"Damn right," he says, flashing you a grin before the door shuts behind him.
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It was a nice day. No rude customers, your friendships were all good, and when you finished counting up the money you were closing in on having over five thousand. It’s only half, but it’s more than you started with before. But you promised yourself to focus on one thing tonight.
Jessie.
He’d taken you to a small bar with live music and then you grabbed dinner at the diner. You two got along well, talking rock music and careers. He was nice, a gentleman. He seemed pretty perfect. Too perfect. You two sit in the booth as you wait for dessert.
“I wanted to ask you something.” He sits up.
“Okay.”
He hesitates, not sure how to begin. But he does it anyways. “I come to the store a lot and well.. you dress differently a lot. I thought you were like some kind of goth or something.”
You smile. “Well I like goth music too but metal’s got my heart through and through.”
“Right but uh,” he shifts a bit in his seat and shrugs. “I mean you’re still normal to me, you know? Not like the rest of that crowd.”
You wait for the waitress to walk away after bringing your desserts. Jessie got cheesecake and you went for a milkshake per usual. Once she walks away you speak up.
“Rest of the crowd, huh?”
“Yeah. Like this really weird girl at my campus, she paints her face white and wears a bunch of pentagrams.” He hums and snaps. “And that one guy at Empire, with the messy hair? He’s got like some weird tattoos. I think one’s the devil-“
“It’s a horned demon from a board game.” You say softly, trying not to show how offended you feel.
“Yeah but, I don’t know. Just saying you’re not like them. At all.”
You stir your milkshake with the straw, forcing a tight smile as your stomach twists uncomfortably. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jessie leans back in his side of the booth, completely oblivious to your growing irritation. "I mean you're normal. You know, you don't go overboard with all that creepy goth stuff. You've got style, but you're not like... a freak." He laughs like he's made some kind of joke, but the sound grates against your nerves.
Freaks. What they called you and your friends in school. Years later and now on this date it all feels the same. So infuriating.
You put your milkshake down, suddenly finding it hard to look at him. "You know, some of us freaks actually like that 'creepy goth stuff," you say, trying to keep your tone light, though the edge in your voice betrays you.
Jessie raises an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You know I didn't mean you. You're cool. But those people? They're just... weird. It's not normal."
You sit back on your end this time and cross your arms. “Define normal, Jessie. Because I'm pretty sure painting your face and having tattoos doesn't make someone less of a person."
He looks genuinely baffled, like he has no idea why you're upset. "I don't know, it's just... people like that are trying too hard, you know? Like they want attention or something. But not you, you're different."
"Sure," you say, your voice colder now. "I'm different because I tone it down for people like you, right?"
Jessie stares at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "What? No! I just meant you're not... extreme like them."
You sigh and rub your temple. “Jessie I.. I should go.”
His brows furrow. “What?”
“Those freaks are my friends. The people I love and consider family. And i’m not gonna sit here and let you badmouth us because you can’t accept that not everyone is a conventional as little perfect Jessie.”
You slap a ten on the table for your meal and stand, walking away before he could say anything else. Assholes like Jessie and Larry get away with everything and you’ve had enough. You just wanted comfort. Someone who got you, someone who would never judge you, never disappoint you.
You think of the one person who’s always been there. Inserting a coin into the phone booth you call him.
~~~~~
“What a dick.” Eddie says, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette as he drives you in his van.
“It’s okay. Just.. glad that’s over.”
Eddie smirks. He figures you could use a laugh. “You know.. when he picked you up, we were being nice but the second he pulled of Robin thought it was a good idea to play Jessie’s Girl on the speakers.”
You laugh. “Oh i’m gonna kill her.”
“Kill Steve, he was really into it.” He chuckles and starts to dance. “He hit us with this move.” He wiggles his hips in his seat and shakes his shoulders.
You laugh. “You know what, you guys are so not funny.”
He smiles. “Sorry, princess. Can’t help but to tease you for going on a date with that goofball.”
"Yeah, yeah," you reply, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your grin. "You're all comedians. Real original."
Eddie chuckles again, flicking the ash from his cigarette out the window. "I mean come on princess, you can do better."
You lean back in your seat, crossing your arms "Oh, and who exactly should I be going out with? Got any suggestions, Munson?"
He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his smirk faltering just for a moment before returning full force. "I don't know, maybe someone who won't make Robin crank up Rick Springfield to cope."
You laugh again, shaking your head. "That's a pretty low bar."
"Exactly," he says, flashing you a cheeky grin.
"You deserve a guy who actually likes what you like. Someone cool. Someone, dare I say… metal." He emphasizes the word with a dramatic air guitar move, almost swerving the van in the process.
"Jesus, Eddie! Watch the road!" you yell, clutching the door for support.
He laughs, straightening the wheel. "Relax, princess. I got it under control. Besides, you're safe with me."
You give him a skeptical look, but his words linger in the air longer than you expected. Safe. Judgement free, laughing, smiling, safe with Eddie. There's something about the way he says it so casually but full of weight that makes your stomach flutter.
You clear your throat, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. "Well, maybe next time you can pick my date. Since you're such an expert on who I should be with."
He grins but doesn't respond right away. Instead, he takes another drag of his cigarette, the soft glow of it illuminating his face from the night sky. "Maybe I will," he says finally, his tone teasing but with a silent edge you can't quite place.
You glance at him and raise a brow. "I'm not sure if I should be terrified or intrigued."
Eddie smirks, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing softly from the radio. "A little bit of both, princess. Keeps things interesting."
You shake your head, fighting the smile creeping onto your lips. "You're impossible."
"I prefer the term eccentric," he shoots back, flashing you another grin.
You smile, enjoying the ride and the music and Eddie. It’s how things have always been. How things should always be. Forget the shitty date and the corporate assholes that have been ruining your month. This moment here with Eddie is all you need to keep going.
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Marriage After Divorce
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✯ pairing:  Toto Wolff x Previously Divorced! GF! Reader ✯
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The sound of her soft footsteps and the clink of the water bottle she set on the counter caught Toto’s attention. He looked up from his laptop, his reading glasses sliding low on his nose, and immediately closed the screen. His gaze softened as he took her in—the way her shoulders were just slightly slumped from a long week, yet she still carried that quiet strength he admired so much.
“Long day?” he asked, his voice warm, the Austrian lilt wrapping around the words like a familiar melody.
“Not too bad,” she replied, smiling faintly as she leaned against the counter and took a sip of water. “Philip was his usual energetic self, though. He didn’t make bedtime easy.” She glanced at him, her gaze sharp enough to notice the flicker of thought behind his expression. “And you? Still glued to emails?”
Toto chuckled, pushing his glasses off and setting them aside. “A few more than usual,” he admitted, standing up and stretching his long frame. “But I’m done now.”
He approached her slowly, his movements as deliberate as ever, though tonight, there was something more measured in his demeanor.
“Did you eat?” he asked, his hands finding her waist as if they belonged there.
She nodded. “Yes, I grabbed something earlier. You don’t need to fuss,” she said, her voice light but edged with affection.
“Fussing over you is one of my favorite things,” he replied softly, brushing a thumb along her hip.
She smiled at him, shaking her head with a mix of exasperation and warmth. But he didn’t step away, and she noticed the way his jaw tightened slightly, as though he were bracing himself.
“What’s on your mind, Toto?” she asked gently, her brows knitting together.
He hesitated, just for a moment, before stepping back to lean against the counter opposite her. Crossing his arms loosely, he took a breath. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice calm but carrying a weight she recognized.
She tilted her head, wary now. “That sounds ominous.”
A small smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s not,” he assured her. “I just… I want to talk to you about something important. About us.”
Her smile faltered for a moment, her grip tightening on the water bottle in her hand. “Go on,” she said cautiously.
He stepped closer again, his hands sliding down to take hers. His thumbs brushed over her knuckles in a soothing rhythm, grounding her even as her pulse quickened.
“The last five years with you have been… more than I could’ve imagined,” he said quietly, his gaze locking onto hers. “Raising Philip together, building this life… I’ve never been happier. You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d have again.”
Her chest clenched, his words both warming and unsettling her.
“But,” he continued, sensing her unease, “I also know that we’ve both been here before. And that makes this… complicated.” He paused, searching her expression, his eyes warm in an attempt to calm her evident nerves. “I want to marry you. I’ve wanted to for a while. But I know this isn’t something you’ll take lightly. I don’t take it lightly, either.”
Her breath stuck, and she quickly turned away, setting the water bottle on the counter and crossing her arms. “Toto…” she began, her voice steady but low.
“I know,” he said softly, stepping closer but not crowding her. “I know you’re hesitant. We’ve both been through divorces; we know how hard it can be. I don’t want to push you into anything. I just… I wanted you to know how I feel.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly. “It’s not that I don’t love you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You know I do. I just… I don’t know if I’m ready to go down that road again. What if—”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” he finished for her, his voice gentle.
She nodded, her throat tight as she turned to face him. “I don’t think I can survive that again.”
Toto cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs caressing her cheek affectionately. “I don’t have all the answers,” he admitted. “But I know this: I love you. I love Philip. And I want to be able to call you my wife, no matter how long it takes for you to be ready. Whether it’s next year, in five years, or never… you’re it for me.”
Her eyes searched his, and the sincerity in his gaze nearly unraveled her. “You’re too good at this, you know,” she whispered, a weak smile tugging at her lips.
He chuckled softly, his forehead resting against hers. “Only for you.”
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of the conversation settling between them. Then, her arms slid around his waist, holding him tightly as she buried her face against his chest. Toto watched her, his eyes soft with affection. She tilted her head, eyebrows arching with a hint of playfulness.
“Alright,” she began, her tone light but pointed, “let’s really think about this. It’s just a piece of paper.”
Toto smirked, leaning against the counter across from her. “A very nice piece of paper, I might add. You get a fancy certificate and everything.”
She rolled her eyes, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward. “We already act like a married couple, Toto. What’s the point of making it official? It doesn’t change anything.”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. “It changes everything. You’d officially be mine—legally, publicly, and in every way that matters.”
Her smile widened at his words, but she refused to back down. “We already have a life together, a kid together… isn’t that enough?”
“Not for me,” he said simply, his eyes locking onto hers. “I want to stand in front of our family and friends and tell the world how much I love you. I want Philip to know that his parents are committed to each other, officially.” He smirked, “plus, you would look wonderful in a wedding dress.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she teased, her expression softening for a moment before she straightened. “And what about the paperwork, hmm? Marriage licenses, name changes, tax forms… It’s a bureaucratic nightmare.”
Toto chuckled, reaching out to gently take her hands in his. “You underestimate how much I enjoy tackling complicated paperwork. It’s like running a Formula 1 team—challenging but worth it.”
She laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “That’s the most unromantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m a practical man,” he teased, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “But I’m also a man who loves you. And I’m willing to do all the boring paperwork if it means calling you my wife.”
She sighed dramatically, though her smile lingered. “I still think it’s unnecessary. We’re happy as we are.”
“We are,” he agreed, stepping closer and slipping his arms around her waist. “But this isn’t about fixing something that isn’t broken. It’s about celebrating what we have.”
Her resolve wavered, her eyes searching his as he held her close. “You make it sound so… sentimental,” she said softly.
“That’s because it is,” he murmured, his forehead brushing against hers. “You deserve to be loved out loud, in every way possible. Let me do that for you.”
She sighed again, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
“Never,” he said with a grin. “I’m stubborn, remember?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Fine,” she said, her voice tinged with mock exasperation. “I’ll think about it.”
Toto tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Think about it, or say yes?”
He chuckled softly, gently taking her left hand in his. “Just imagine,” he began, brushing his thumb over her fourth finger, “the biggest diamond you’ve ever seen right here. Something so absurdly huge, you’ll need a personal trainer just to lift your hand.”
She burst out laughing, shaking her head at him. “Oh, please. Like I’d ever want something that impractical.” She smiled, finding his insistence more than comforting, almost reassuring. “Maybe it’s a yes,” she finally conceded.
Toto's face lit up instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief before a wide, boyish grin took over his features. "Wait, maybe it’s a yes?" he teased, though his voice was tinged with unmistakable joy.
But before she could answer, he scooped her up in a hug so exuberant, her feet left the ground. She let out a surprised laugh as he spun her around once, his strength making it effortless.
“Toto!” she exclaimed between giggles, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. “Put me down!”
“Not a chance,” he said, his voice muffled slightly as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her temple, holding her as if letting go wasn’t an option. “You just said maybe yes to marrying me! Do you know what that means?”
“That I’m crazy?” she quipped, her voice still playful as she tried to catch her breath.
He stopped spinning but kept her firmly in his arms, his forehead resting against hers, his smile as radiant as she’d ever seen it. “No,” he murmured, his voice softening. “It means you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his sincerity, and her fingers toyed gently with the back of his hair. “It’s just a maybe, you know,” she reminded him, though her teasing tone couldn’t hide the affection in her eyes.
“Maybe, yes. Maybe, no. I’ll take it all,” he said, finally setting her down but not stepping away. His hands rested on her waist, anchoring her to him. “But for the record, I’m very persuasive.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. “Oh, I’m well aware.”
“Good,” he replied, his grin still firmly in place. “Because this ‘maybe’ is about to become the most certain ‘yes’ of your life.”
She shook her head, biting back another laugh as she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, but her voice carried more love than exasperation.
“And you’re mine,” he murmured, his arms tightening around her.
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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3
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