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Kinktober Day 6 - Brat - CS55
Carlos Sainz X Reader
TW - use of daddy, face fucking, brat! reader, rough fingering, some spanking
WC 1300+
Y/N POV
I knew wearing this dress was gonna make Carlos lose his mind but I had no idea it was gonna be this big of a deal.
"Y/N, come here right now," Carlos says in my ear over the loud music pumping through the club's speakers.
"I'm dancing," I say in a flirty tone while grinding my ass against Carlos. I feel his strong arm wrap around my waist pulling me into his chest and off the dance floor.
"Cut this shit out," Carlos grits out.
"What? I'm being a good girl," I reply back, giving him the look that tells him I'm being anything but a good girl.
I feel Carlos pinch my ass a bit before giving it a quick slap which was his subtle way of telling me there was more to come later.
A little later in the night, we're seated in the VIP section that was specifically reserved for Carlos and some of the other drivers.
I have my hand on Carlos's thigh while listening to Lando tell us another one of his drunken stories. I slowly started trailing my hand from his knee and up his leg, making it as subtle as possible however Carlos knew exactly what I was doing.
I didn't even get close to where I was headed before Carlos was gripping my wrist and stopping me from moving any closer.
"Stop," Carlos leans down to whisper in my ear making it clear I was on thin ice.
"Make me daddy," I whisper back which must have been the final straw because he quickly got up pulling me with him before telling Lando I wasn't feeling too good and pulling us to the exit.
Once in the car Carlos, doesn't say anthing too me but from the death grip on my thigh I could tell he isn't too happy with my decisions of the night.
"Such a fucking whore," Carlos barks out breaking the silence before laying a harsh slap on my thigh, making it instantly start to burn.
"I don-" I can't even finish what I'm saying before another slap is sent down on my thigh making me instantly shut up. His slaps were nowhere near painful and were actually sending shocks to my pussy making it start to grow even more wet.
"I didn't ask you to speak," Carlos firmly tells me making me shut up.
"First the dress, then the grinding, and then you're little wandering hand. Do I not satisfy you? Actually I know that's not truth you were shaking on my cock less than 4 hours ago, which just tells me you're a fucking whore," Carlos tells me before trailing his hand up my thigh to the edge of my panties where he could already tell how soaked I was.
"Soaked right through your panties," Carlos announces with a slight laugh falling from his lips. While he keeps his hand exactly where I have wanted him the whole night he gives me absolutely nothing. Just his fingers softly resting on the edge off my panties occasionally moving slightly to tease me further but never once adding any pressure.
I knew asking for more right now would do absolutely nothing so I keep my mouth shut and suffer in silence. When we finally make it back to the hotel Carlos gives our keys to the valet before pulling me straight to the elevator were the ride up was also silent.
When we finally get into the room Carlos instantly pushes me into a chair making sure I'm facing the bed.
"Do not move and do not talk," is all Carlos says to me before stripping down into nothing and getting in the middle of the bed. I can see everything he's doing and it's absolutely torture.
"You could've been on your knees for me right now or even bent over taking my cock, but instead you have to sit there and do nothing but watch me get the pleasure you so desperately wanted," Carlos teases while starting to pump his half hard cock, which didn't take long to become fully erect.
I keep slightly moving in my seat and clenching my thighs together to try and get any form of friction but nothing I do works, leaving me to suffer in the corner only getting worse from watching Carlos gasp and groan from the pleasure he was receiving from his hand.
It doesn't take long before I can tell Carlos is getting close making me lose all hope of being able to join in. Just before Carlos cums he completely stops all pleasure and from where I'm sitting I can see his balls are tightening up not happy about not being able to release.
"Get over here," Carlos snaps at me, instantly making me scurry over to the edge of the bed waiting for more directions.
"What do you want, little slut?" Carlos questions making me think slightly.
"Can I ride you daddy?" I ask being hopeful.
"You've been a brat and you think you deserve to ride my cock?" Carlos asks with a scoff clearly not impressed with my suggestion.
"No, Daddy," I tell him before starting to climb into the bed with him and start to bring my mouth down to his cock.
"Such a slut can't even wait for directions," Carlos says once my lips are wrapped around his cock and his hands tangling in my hair and letting me continue to take him down my throat.
Once I have adjusted to Carlos's size filling up my mouth he starts to slowly face fuck me making me gag around his cock. I can't tell Carlos is enjoying my saliva running down his cock and balls cause he starts to speed up clearly showing how close he's starting to get.
"I'm gonna cum and you better swallow every last drop," Carlos groans out making sure to push my head down almost all the way before he starts unleashing rope after rope down my throat. I do my best to swallow everything he gives me but it's a bit difficult with the way his cock is wedged in my throat. When he's down unleashing his cum I slowly pull off his cock making sure to collect as much cum as possible making sure to not waste a single drop.
Once he has come down from his high he quickly gets up and moves me so I'm in the middle of the bed on my hands and knees where he starts to lay a few harsh slaps to my ass making me moan at each one.
"Fuck Daddy," I gasp out when I feel Carlos move my panties to the side and start roughly fingering me.
"You don't deserve cock tonight," Carlos tells me which is all I need to know to know I will be cumming on his fingers tonight.
"Fuck Carlos," I moan when I can already feel my orgasm start to build.
"Hold it a little longer you little whore," Carlos tells me making my attempt to hold on as long as possible but with his speed there is only so much I can do.
"Cum for me," Carlos tells me just before I was gonna fall over the edge. I instantly let go starting to cum all over Carlos's fingers. He helps me ride out my orgasm before pulling them out and landing a couple more spanks on my ass before gently pulling me into his arms.
"Are you done being a needy whore?" Carlos asks already knowing the answer from the look on my face.
"Yes, I'm sorry for being a brat tonight Daddy," I whisper out in my blissed out stage. While I have cum more than one time in one session between the busy day and plenty of orgasms I had before going out I was simply exhausted.
"Good," Carlos says before placing a few kisses on my forehead before getting up and getting a rag to clean both of us up. Once we're all cleaned up he lays back in bed where be both fall asleep almost instantly.
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Hiii I was wondering if you could do Valentino x reader, where someone is getting a little bit too close to Valentino for readers liking so when he's busy doing something else reader deals with that demon. Have a good day
[Hello! Thank you for requesting! i loved your idea. I hope you have a good day too anon!]
[Warning: Alchohol, Blood, Smoking, Toxic relationship]
A night out with your mans goes horribly wrong as your seeing red.
Stepping out the car Valentino holding the door open, " You look marvelous my dear." He smiled as cameras flashed around us.
I stood up wearing a skin tight black dress with white leather straps around my chest, a fur coat that matches Valentino's white coat with hearts, black christian Louboutin heels. "Thank you dear" I smiled as my lips now covered in a dark red shade curled upwards, as Valentino led us inside his Club.
Walking to our reserved seats as he sat down I put my coat down as I sat next to him crossing my legs smiling as he lit a cigarette to smoke. "Welcome Valentino, Anything i can start you guys with?" A bartender wearing a uniform asked us. "We'll do the usual '' He exhaled putting his hands around my waist.
I decided to stand up " Where are you going doll?" He asked as i looked at him. "Nowhere" i smiled as i sat on his lap " Thats what i thought" He inhaled another puff as he forced my lips onto his exhaling his smoke into me passionately making out right there.
FInally i caught my breath smiling as I kissed his cheek leaving a dark red kiss mark. " You're mine." I smiled at the mark on his cheek. "And you're mine." He puts his hands on my thighs.
" Here are your drinks" The bartender came back, placing 2 pink drinks with a passion fruit on the glass. " I'm going to the bathroom" I said , kissing his cheek again, standing up fixing my dress as I blew a kiss and walked to the bathroom.
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Before I walked out the bathroom I sprayed his favorite perfume pushing the door open to see a girl sitting next to him with her hands on my man. I stood there waiting to see how it would end. She took a look at my drink and drank it with her pink lipstick now on it. My eyes were seeing red. I stormed there smiling politely " Hi, can i speak to you for a second ma'am " I smiled so innocently "of course dear." the blonde woman stood up drunk from one drink. " I'll be right back dear." I waved to Valentino as I led her to the backroom of the club.
closing the door shut. "What did you wa-" before she could finish her sentence I slapped her with my purse " You desperate piece of shit" I gave her a fist to her face smudging her pink lipstick " You are really a desperate cock whore aren't you. "I grabbed her by her neck pushing her against the brick wall. '' Do you even know who I even am." My pupils turn red and my hair flies up, the blonde bimbo starts choking.
As I came to my senses I didn't want to kill her. I wanted to make her suffer. "Do you know who i am" I asked again letting go of her throat throwing her to the floor. "I don't know- I'm sorry" she cried as she tried to crawl away.
" I am Y/N His motherfucking Girlfriend if you come near him ever again." I walked towards her, my heels clanking on the stone floor. i Bent down, lighting a cigarette exhaling in her face. " You won't see another day." I looked at her with a toothy grin, scaring her away. as i stood up kicking her in the face one more time. Breaking her nose.
" You better run bitch" I turned around to the door again walking inside not wanting to deal with this mess, fixing myself as I walked to Valentino " welcome back doll..." He smiled as he patted the seat next to him, I sat on his lap instead looking for comfort. " You wont leave me right?" I leaned into his neck inhaling his cologne as he held me tight " No doll, I won't leave you" He smiled as he saw the blood on my heels.
grabbing a tissue as he wiped the blood off my heels "You made a mess didn't you?" He asked as he kept cleaning them. I nodded in his neck as I couldn't face him. " That's my girl" He held me closer to him as I whispered into his ears. " You know.. all this got me horny tonight." I smiled running my hand across his chest and to his stomach. "Let's go shall we." he said holding me in his arms as he walked outside.
"Let's go home, my doll..."
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Love, Love
"For you? In a heartbeat."
Summary: You live your past and future when a one-night stand with Changbin turns into an unplanned pregnancy.
TW: NonIdol!Changbin, Fem!Reader, strangers x lovers, pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, implied pregnancy sex, blow job, cunnilingus, pet names (bunny, bin, mommy, daddy)(but not in the way you think I swear), let me know if I missed anything!
MDNI 18+ ONLY
Past in italics. Future in bold. Rest in present.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
You scream as you feel another rip of pain flash through you. The doctors and nurses crowded around you, encouraging you to keep going. That it’ll all be worth it. Everything you ever dreamed of, waiting to be wrapped up in a blanket and handed off to be cradled in your arms. But that’s the thing--this isn’t what you dreamed of.
Changbin was supposed to be the one by your side. Holding your hand, and trying to keep up a strong appearance for your sake while freaking out all the same on the inside. He was supposed to be your rock.
But he wasn’t here.
You grip the hospital bed bar and yell out again in pain. You somehow knew that you were still nowhere near where you were supposed to be.
Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. Whatever you wanted to call it.
You weren’t ready.
“I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” You whispered. Changbin sat close to you on the bed. Both of you were looking at that little blue stick that would forever change your lives. It was supposed to be just for one night. One night where the two of you forgot about the rest of the world. Heavy drinking, flirting with strangers at a club. No stress about work, family, or friends. The only thing that mattered was what happened on the same sheets you were sitting on. That was the plan, and the two of you conveniently found one another to forget about life with.
The night was one of the best nights you’ve ever had. Since the two of you had the notion of never seeing each other ever again; there was no reservation when you led him out of the bar and into your apartment. As soon as the door closed, Changbin pushed you against the wall and stripped you of your clothes all in one go. As he was preoccupied with you, you unbuckled his belt and freed his erection from its restraint. Essentially, being pushed on your knees, your lips instantly wrapped around him as he held your head in place and thrusted.
As he laid your head against the wall, he wasted no time in using you to chase his own pleasure. You relaxed your throat as much as you could, tears welling in your eyes from the slight sting but relishing in every movement. Changbin loved the way your makeup ran down your face. Nothing but moans and the sloppy sounds of your mouth echoing around the room. “That’s it. All the way, bunny.”
The rest of the night was history.
When you started feeling off a couple of weeks after, you decided to take a test, just to be on the safe side. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the result on the tiny pregnancy test window.
“How are ‘you going to do this’?” Changbin took his eyes off the test to stare at your profile. It wasn’t exactly the way he imagined his life to take. To be honest it scared him when he got your call, saying you needed to speak with him about something urgently, after not contacting him again after that night. “What do you mean?”
“Well… I’m keeping it…” You look up and turn to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to be around for it--I know that’s asking a lot. A-and I don't expect money or anything, but I did want you to know. It felt like you needed to know and--”
You stopped your rambling as his hand lightly covered yours as you held onto the test. “You're not doing this alone,” he grumbled despite his gentle caress. “I want to make this clear--it's our baby. I'm with you every step of the way.”
Your shoulder relaxed in relief as the two of you shared this moment together. The grip of the test in your hand slightly tightening.
You howled as another contraction rips through you, your hands finding the sidebars of the hospital bed and clutching on so tightly your knuckles turned white. A nurse dabbed a wet cloth on your face as your body fell back into bed, trying to regain some form of strength for the next round.
“I can't do this. I can't do this,” you sobbed to yourself as the nurse kept trying to calm you down.
“You're almost there,” she cooed. “Your husband will--”
“He's not---agghhh!” You lurch forward as another wave rips through you. Your hair was plastered across your face from the sweat of being in labor for half the day. “He's not my husband!”
By your second trimester, you and Changbin were essentially conjoined at the hip. He meant about being there every step of the way.
Changbin gave you no room to argue when he mentioned he was moving into your apartment and out of his shared apartment with Chan and Jisung. “How else am I supposed to help you?”
Every middle of the night craving for olives with strawberry ice cream, Changbin got up from your shared bed with no complaints to run to the nearest convenience store. Which was so often enough, that the store owner always hid the items for you whenever they were running low.
“Remind me to send Mr. Kim a fruit basket,” you said with a mouthful of olives as your spoon held a glob of strawberry ice cream. Changbin sat next to you on the couch as the late-night show glow filled the dark living room. He laid his head on your shoulder and snuggled against you. His eyes rested from the lack of sleep, but still forced himself to stay up in case you needed anything else.
“Don't. That kid of his, Seungmin, will probably eat it all before he could even find it.” Changbin grumbled. Chuckling, you placed your cheek on the top of his head as you took a bite of your snack.
Changbin smiled warmly as he felt you move closer to him. He pried open his eyes and placed a hand on your growing belly, remembering when you would fight him at first whenever he would do so. But now? Now, it felt weird to not have him holding you in some form.
“Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?”
��If you want to know the sex, we can always ask the doctor.” You chuckle as Changbin shook his head and sits up a bit so he could look at you. His hand never moving from its rightful place on your belly.
“Absolutely not! Then it won't be a surprise!”
“I think having this baby is enough of a surprise as is.”
The two of you laugh at your comment and Changbin can't help but bring you closer. You rested your cheek against his chest as his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. Changbin giggled as you still somehow managed to take another bite of your ice cream while still in his snug hold. The TV continued playing on. Soon a skit of an unplanned pregnancy played, all characters frantically running around trying to organize a shot-gun wedding.
“Do…do you think we should get married?”
Changbin stiffened at your question. But not for the reason you thought. He toyed around with the idea for some time. Tension between his family was a bit rough ever since he told them the news, especially between his father and him. Not only that--he couldn’t help but feel this tug to you now that the two of you agreed to be in this partnership together. Everything felt right. Like he belonged. It would’ve been easier to propose; to him, his family, and the child you two were bringing into this world.
But would it be for you?
“I don’t want you marrying me, because you have to.”
Your head shot up. Did that mean he’s thought about it? Did that mean this relationship was more than platonic just for the baby’s sake? Your heart pounded at the closeness of you two. “But you would…you would marry me if I wanted to?”
Changbin lowered his head a bit so his lips could hover just above yours.
“Only if you wanted to.”
Fear set in Changbin’s heart as he ran through the airport. He got your multiple voicemails. Each becoming more and more panicked than the last, as soon as his plane touched down. The baby wasn’t due for another week. He thought he had more time.
Changbin was cursing himself under his breath as he pushed past the crowd. Scolding himself for taking on that account when he should’ve been with you. “It’ll be fine she said,” Changbin flagged down a cab. “You’ll have time, she said.”
He knew it was unfair to blame you. You couldn’t control the weather, let alone when you went into labor.
When the cab came to a standstill due to bump-to-bumper traffic, Changbin wasted no time rushing out of the vehicle and booking it towards the hospital. Dodging any incoming cars that were trying to beat the traffic. He was sweating by the time he reached the front desk, desperately asking what room you were in. “Room 325,” the station nurse said. Watching as he frantically ran towards the direction she pointed in.
Finally reaching your door, Changbin’s hand hesitated before pulling down on the handle.
This was it. The past 8 months were drawing to a close. Where did that leave the two of you? Would you want him out of the apartment by the time the baby’s sleeping schedule was set? Did all the late-night talks and surprise breakfast-in-bed mornings come to an end?
Changbin didn’t have time to let his thoughts spiral out of control as the nurse inside the room opened the door for him. “Oh,” she jumped a bit at his presence. “Are you the husband?”
“I’m not…” Changbin stopped himself and just nodded. The nurse gave him a smile before opening the door to let him through. Offering her congratulations before leaving the three of you alone.
You sat on the hospital bed, swaddling this new love you brought into the world close to your chest. Your back slightly turned away from Changbin as he took small steps toward you, his face dropping a bit.
“I missed it?”
You turn your head slightly and smile at him. “You’re here.”
“Of course,” Changbin sat next to you on the bed. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you to lean back into his chest. His head pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. Just having you in his arms was enough to chase the fears away. “Pretty sure I caused a car crash on the way over, but I didn’t want to miss it.”
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” You shifted a bit to reveal the tiny figure in your arms. Changbin’s eyes widen as he stares down at your shared creation. They instantly softened as love filled his entire body. “Would you like to meet your daughter?”
Having the little one in his arms for the first time was nerve-racking. Once his gaze locked on the sleeping babe, his confidence filled a bit. He felt your head rest on his shoulder as the two of you stared in awe. “We made this,” his voice was but a whisper. At this moment Changbin knew what he wanted. He didn’t want this to end. The three of you were meant to live out your lives together, and he didn’t want to let go of that. “I--”
You already knew where this was going. You felt it too. Everything was set perfectly, despite the both of your run-down expressions. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You cut him off with a gentle kiss. When the two of you parted the words flowed out of your mouth without any thought.
“Marry me?”
Changbin’s forehead pressed against yours; “In a heartbeat.”
“I’m serious, Bin!” You laugh as the two of you attempted to put together a nursery room in your spare bedroom. Changbin was getting frustrated trying to put the cradle together. How in the hell was this long stick supposed to fit in this pocket?! “You’re reading the direction wrong! Here let me help.”
“Ah, ah!” Changbin playfully slapped your hand away. “Let Daddy take care of it.”
You knew he didn’t mean it in that way, but you couldn’t help but feel the heat spread throughout your body. “You can’t say things like that…”
Nothing could happen. You were about ready to pop. Feet swelling up so much, Changbin had to give them a massage every day after work just so you were able to walk. Despite all of that, Changbin put down the piece he was holding and gave you a knowing look. “Oh?” He grinned. “Why is that, bunny?”
He leaned in close enough to guide you to lie down gently on the floor. Soft kisses were placed on your neck and collarbone. Careful to not put any pressure on your belly. You sighed happily at the attention. Guess it’s true what they say about the raging hormones. “You’d really have sex with a pregnant lady?”
“With you? In a heartbeat.”
“Told you we’d have a girl,” Changbin smiled as he held your daughter in his arms. Taking in everything he could to forever grave this memory in his head. As if it would be that easy to forget this day; the birth of his daughter and engagement to you.
“Guess I lost that bet,” you laugh. Your fingers gently caress her cheek. “Look, she has your dimple!”
Your daughter cooed in her sleep, showing off that famous indent on her cheek. Already showing off the Seo smile. Changbin grinned; “What should we name her?”
“We gotta hurry,” Changbin said breathlessly as he stripped off his shirt and crawled on the bed towards you. You laid on your satin sheets, already naked and ready for the taking. “My girl is already questioning where I ran off to. She’ll get suspicious soon.”
“You know,” you moan as his lips latch onto your nipple. “We wouldn’t have to keep up this charade if you just--”
You couldn’t finish your thought as his hand slotted itself between your legs. Wasting no time in playing with your folds, as he usually does, and inserts two fingers to stretch you out. His pace was almost relentless, his hand covering your mouth as your moans started to get louder and louder. “Hush, bunny.”
The four years since the birth of your daughter have only spurred on your sex life with Changbin. Even though you knew he had another woman close to his heart. But you had to admit, there was something exciting about sneaking away for a quickie.
Changbin released his hold on your mouth and lowered himself down to your pussy. “Always so pretty,” he breathed against you. His lips instantly found your clit and kissed you in every way that you liked. That was the bright side to your getaways; he never wasted time on getting the job done.
“Bin, I’m--”
Before you could finish, your sentence and your orgasm. A loud knock banged on your bedroom door. Hearing the voice muffled behind the door made you both groan. “Your other woman is requesting your presence,” you teased.
“Yea, yea.” Changbin pulled his fingers out of you and kissed you deeply before getting up to wash his hands quickly. You pulled the sheets over your naked body as he opened the door, revealing your adorable daughter holding a stuffed pink bunny. A pink bow dawned on her head as she looked up at Changbin. “Daddy, I wanna play dress up!”
“You wanna play dress up?” Changbin grinned as he picked her up and gave a peck on her cheek. “Okay, okay. Let’s go play. Say night to Mommy.”
You blow a kiss at your daughter as Changbin looks at you. The softness when looking at your daughter was replaced with a much darker expression as his eyes laid back on you. “You don’t do anything without me. Daddy will be back to play with you later.”
The question of naming your daughter hung in the room. Despite the many months of having time to plan, that seemed to be the only thing the two of you didn’t think about. The pink decorations hanging in the hospital hallway caught your attention before bringing it back to your new bundle of joy.
“Aera,” you smile. Changbin kissed Aera on her tiny head before placing one on your cheek. It was sweet seeing you get into the holiday spirit.
“Aera it is. Happy Valentine, bunny.”
“Happy Valentine, Bin.”
Note: This was made on the spot, so sorry if it isn't great 😭 I really wanted to post something for Valentine Day though and Changbin was the first one to come to mind. Guess I got bit by the love bug today 🩷
Aera is a Korean name that can roughly be translated/meaning to "Love"
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El perdedor 🕷️
finding your ex at the club
w/c: 2.7K
pairing: ex!miguel x latina!reader
tags: rebound, dancing, a lil gay if you squint, shaking ass, jealousy, delulu ex, slowly folding
notes: i posted this shit back in june and when I was reposting everything I really didn’t wanna repost this one but I think there’s more latinas here entonces para ustedes mis amores <3 (only thing I changed from this was the pov bc it was so bad LMAO but it was my 4th fic of mig)
You roll your eyes at your new fling's friend after making a nasty joke of a girl who just walked past you. He takes notice and tells you to stop being so uptight. "Then stop being such a dick." You say and he snorts.
You roll your eyes and look away from him. Having to deal with this bullshit just for some mediocre dick with alright dirty talk? Probably one of my worst decisions to date.
Next to breaking up with Miguel.... But your ego will never let you admit that you miss him and his won't either, clearly since it's been two months. But you couldn't wait around to find out so you’ve been fooling around a bit. Nothing serious since you’re not in the right headspace for that and Daniel knows that. Just here for the drinks, alright sex, and decent conversations.
You’re in line to get into a club but as it's almost midnight it's the hot hour of everyone wanting to get wasted. "Why can't we go to another club? This line is so fucking long-" a girl from fling's friend group asks.
"This is the only one with incredible strippe-"
You groan and shake your head. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"It's none of your business actua-"
"You two didn't break up though, Y/n kinda has a point....." Daniel speaks up and he pretends to cry.
"Whah whah- so what? She thinks she can still be friends with her ex while being with me? Then I'll just have my own fun." He says with a smirk and you have the most disgusted look on your face ever.
The other girl does as well and just shakes her head. The lines finally starts moving and at a fast pace actually until it stops with the people in front of you showing the bouncers their ids. You get your out from your bra making the annoying asshole smirk. "Fuck off."
He holds up his hands in defense and Daniel moves to stand next to you. "Soon as we're in there he's gonna be out of our hands alright?" He whispers and you just nod.
The people in front of you finally show them and you step forward. You give it to the bouncer to the left and he looks at it and feels it for a few seconds before handing it back and nods. You move forward, putting it in your phone case, and wait for Daniel to get his checked and you step into the first set of doors. You both wait for the other two and you can instantly smell all the sweat and alcohol. Amazing.
They both finally join you and walk ahead of you, not caring you guys waited. You give Daniel a look and he shrugs. Asshole goes straight to where there are indeed strippers and home girl was nowhere to be seen. That was fast.
"So drinks?" Daniel asks and you nod following him to the main bar.
You walk through people just standing around by booths and table and other who are just making out. You make it to the bar and Daniel says something you can't hear because of the loud techno with pop music. The bartender takes out two shot glasses and fills them to the very top. Daniel picks them both up and gives you yours.
You raise it up and bring it to your mouth and swallow it fast. You gag a little and he laughs. "You fine with just one?"
"For now yeah I think." You say and put the glass back on the counter nodding to the bartender.
You turn back around and watch as Daniel is looking over at a booth almost near the entrance. How can he even see that far.....
You squint but know you have fucked up eye sight so you just stop. "Oh shit- wait here I think I just recognized someone-" he says and starts walking away.
You blink and call out after him, "you're leaving me like that??"
"I'll make it up to you." He turns to look at you then walks away making you roll your eyes. The audacity.
You let out a sigh and shake your head. Dickhead. You turn back to the bar and take a seat. "Another shot please and can you put it on my friend's tab?" You ask with a slight smirk.
He laughs and nods taking out a clean shot glass and once again filling it to the brim. You smile and grab it, then swallow it faster than the first. You don't gag too bad this time and put the glass down. Then your head snaps to the speakers within hearing one singular second of Gasolina by daddy yankee.
You make your way to the dance floor and move in towards the middle where there's a group of girls just dancing with each other. You smile and just dance next to them when one of them grabs your hand and dances with you. You laugh and move your hips to the beat while singing the lyrics with the other girls. All the girls are dancing with each other and taking turns with each other.
You ended up swapping places with another girl and she had the brightest smile while shaking her ass a bit on you. Which was fine because who doesn't like dancing and shaking ass with the girlies to this song?
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'
Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den (duro)
The first girl you were with found you again and stands in front of you and grinds against you to the beat. You held her hips and she grabs your other hand to hold it. So cute.
You switch off with her, dancing on her then shaking a bit of ass on her, and she hypes you up, screaming and smacking it playfully. You turn around and start laughing which makes her do so as well. "Girl give me your number immediately!!" She screams and you nod as she passes me her phone.
"I love making new girlfriends cuando sale gasolina. Todas las hermosas salen y se tan divertido!" She screams and you nod. (I love making new girlfriends when gasolina plays. All the gorgeous girls come out and it's so much fun!)
"Rally up all the baddies with just one song." You scream back and she laughs.
"I'm Y/n by the way!"
"I'm Rosa! I gotta go but we should do this again!! You're an incredible dancing partner!" She exclaims and you grin.
"Anytime!!" You say and wave goodbye as she leaves.
You dance to the beat of the chorus of Perra by tokischa with the leftover girlies as you all scream the lyrics and one girl even got on all floors and crawled her way to her friend. You all screamed and you just burst out laughing until your stomach starts hurting and you have to stop to breathe.
Then you hear El Perdedor by Maluma start playing and you get excited because you love singing it.
Baby (¿Pa' qué me estás llamando?)
"Pa que me estás llamando???" You scream with the two other girls that were left from the little circle.
Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca
(Y ¿ahora es que te importa?) ¿Ah si?
You sing the lyrics but notice the girls already left so there's no more circle or a triangle and now you’re just surrounded by couples. Unfortunate.
Aún no lo creo, que en tan poco tiempo y ya besas otra boca
(De mala) ¿Qué?
You listen to the lyrics and widen your eyes. Seems a little too close to home....
Dime cuál fue mi error
Si mi único delito solo fue amarte
Hoy soy el perdedor (Bebé, no)
Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte
You feel a pit in your stomach suddenly unsure of what it is until you feel a person's presence standing behind you. Their hands grabs your hips bringing you closer to them and you widen your eyes.
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando
They move your hair from the left side of your face and sing the lyrics to you. oh shit-
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
Me parte el alma no volver a verte
"Al fin me toca verte...." He whispers directly in your ear leaving shivers down your spine and arms. (Finally I get to see you)
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
Sabes que no hay nadie como yo
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
No te engañes, no me olvidarás
"I know for you it isn't a lie... and have you told your new man you haven't forgotten about me?" He whispers as those lines play, leaving the lightest kisses below your ear. You pull away slightly pushing him off and turn to look at him.
Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor
"And you're gonna tell me I deserve better than you?" You ask with a scoff staring right at Miguel O'hara's eyes making him smirk.
No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo
Oye ma', dame otra oportunidad
Bien sabes no soy así, solo tú me haces rogar
Mirándome al espejo y peleando con mi ego
Si entre más me alejo, más te pienso
"There's no better than me sweetheart. But you really are the only one I'll ever beg for..." he says his hands slipping to your waist and bringing you as close to him as as possible.
"And I have been fighting my ego trying not to contact you...." he says and you can't believe he's just repeating the lyrics for you and them making complete sense to your situation.
Dime cuál fue mi error
Si mi único delito solo fue amarte
Hoy soy el perdedor
Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte
He whispers the lyrics softly to you then gets kind of annoyed at the last line making you snort.
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
Me parte el alma no volver a verte
"You have no fucking idea how badly the jealousy has been eating me alive..." he growls and you bite your lip.
"So did you tell him about me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
Sabes que no hay nadie como yo
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
No te engañes, no me olvidarás
"Don't be st-stupid-" you say, not even able to keep a straight face or manage to keep the eye contact.
He scoffs and lifts your chin with two fingers to look up at him. Jesus.
Y si te da la gana de volver a verme
Estaré disponible para contestarte
Y yo sé que, por tu parte, no sientes rencores
Quizás mañana vuelvas pa' que te enamore (More')
"I'm actually not sure if you regret it.. but I know deep down you do." He says and you bite your tongue.
"Y envés de mañana," he whispers and moves his face to leave wet kisses on your neck, "tal ves quieres que te enamores de mi otra ves, ahorita mismo." (And instead of tomorrow, maybe you want to fall in love with me again, right now.)
Cuando tomábamos, lo hacíamos
Fumábamos, y reíamos
Éramos dos locos sin saber pa' dónde íbamos
Pero son cosas del destino
Al pasar el tiempo, tú cogiste tu camino
"E-estas loco- no ha- no hables tonterías." You say as your breathing is suddenly all over the place. (Y-you're crazy- don't ta- don't talk nonsense)
He comes up and nibbles on your ear, his hands dangerously near your ass while yours are on his chest.
Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor
No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo
Dime cuál fue mi error
Si mi único delito solo fue amarte
"Pues porque te pones tan nerviosa?" He whispers and you sigh. (Then why are you getting so nervous)
You feel like you can't even move but you’re not going to admit shit- you can't break that fucking easily.
Hoy soy el perdedor
Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte
"Porque creo... que yo voy a ser el ganador. Ahora dime en donde está tu otro galán?" He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. Fuck. (Because I think... that I'm going to be the winner. Now tell me where's your other hunk?)
"Just abandoned my ass- wait- MIGUEL- did you do something to him?!?" You mutter.
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
Me parte el alma no volver a verte
"I'll answer your question if you tell me you love me." He says with a smirk making you groan.
"Miguel I'm not doing this shit with you right now-" you say trying to wiggle out of his grasp fast which you successfully do now trying your best to leave the dance floor.
But he catches up to you, grabs your arm and brings you close to him. Your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. You bite your lip and shake your head. "Por que apenas vienes a encontrarme?" You look up at him and ask. (Why are you barely coming to find me?)
Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira
Sabes que no hay nadie como yo
Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras
Que por mí suspiras, que no, que no, que no
Yo', baby
(Solo fue amarte) Y te hablo claro
He shifts uncomfortably for a second and looks around. "I haven't even been in our universe since the break up love...."
You turn to face him and widen your eyes. "Did something happen?" I ask with a worried expression.
¿Sabes qué?
Él no te hace el amor
No te trata bien
Y que yo fui el primero en tu vida
"I'm not telling you any more. I-I just didn't want to put your life at risk- and well I still don't." He says but it doesn't stop your heart beat from calming down.
"Y-you- can we leave?" You ask and he quickly nods. You hold onto his arm while you try to move past the crowds of people and to the exit.
You walk past the booths by the entrance and Danny was actually there- taking shots off some girl's tits. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to block his ass on everything. "So you really didn't do shit to him...." you mutter and he scoffs.
"You actually thought I did?" He responds sarcastically.
"You're insufferable." You say shaking your head trying to hide your smile.
You walk out the doors and you sigh. He takes the lead in walking you a couple blocks before he pulls up to an alleyway and you furrow your brows. He then makes sure no one is near and pushed a button on his watch so his suit can appear onto his skin. "Really? Instead of an Uber?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.
"Es más fácil." He says and motioning for you to step forward. (It’s easier)
"Claro! Lo que digas codo." You say laughing and holding onto him. (Of course! Whatever you say cheap-stake)
"Jump."
You do so and he suddenly has your legs wrapped around his waist by the side. "You know the drill cariño."
You nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He swings you out and we're high up in the city. All the lights made the city look even prettier especially from up here. Though you never got use to it, the first few times you threw up after. You laugh at the memory and lean your head against his shoulder. You hear him sigh and you do so as well. You’ve missed him.
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translations (lazy to drag em up)
Baby! (Why are you calling me?)
Tell me if it's true that he makes you crazy
(And what's important to you?)
I still can't believe that after such little time you're already kissing someone else
What the hell?
Tell me where I messed up
If my only error was loving you
Today I'm the loser
They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love
And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie
I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me
And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me
My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again
and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie
You can already see there is no one like me
and tell it to his face that you still breathe for me
Don't trick yourself, you know you won't ever forget me
It's clear that you deserve someone better
I don't know where I messed up but there is no one like me
Listen babe, give me another opportunity you know I'm not like this...you're the only one who can make me beg like this
Looking at myself in the mirror and fighting with my ego the further I get from you the more I think of you
Tell me where I messed up
If my only error was loving you
Today I'm the loser
They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love
And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie
I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me
And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me
My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again
And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie
You can already see that there isn't anyone like me
and tell it to his face, that you still breathe for me
Don't trick yourself, you won't ever forget me
and if that makes you want to come back to me
I'll be waiting to answer you
I know that for your part you don't feel any resentment
Maybe tomorrow you'll be back to fall in love
When we used to drink we smashed, we filmed it, and we watched it
We were two crazy people not knowing where we were going
But that is talking about destiny
As time went on you chose your path
It's clear that you deserve someone better
I don't know where I messed up
But there isn't anyone like me
Tell me what my mistake was
If my only error was to love you
Today I'm the loser
They've stolen the trick to make you fall in love
And tell me that you love me even if it is a lie
I can't deny you, the jealous is killing me
and tell it to his face, that you're still breathing for me
My heart is splitting in to, I won't ever see you again
and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie
You can already see that there is no one like me
and tell it to his face that you're still breathing for me
Because of my breaths, you're not, you're not
And you know what?
He doesn't make love to you, he doesn't treat you right, and I was the first man in your life
#miguel ohara#across the spiderverse#miguel o hara#miguel ohara imagine#miguel ohara x reader#atsv miguel#miguel ohara oneshot#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara x y/n#spiderman 2099
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pls could write a Jude Bellingham x reader YN is Jobes best friend since they were like 5 and YN moved next door, she always had a crush on Jude and everyone could tell but he always turned her down and then he sees her tryna move on and he’s like what’d u think ur doing
WC: 2.8k Ever since I was born pretty much I've known the Bellinghams. When I was born Jude was a little over a year old and then Jobe was born about a year after that. Our parents were friends before any of us were born and they lived just down the road from each other so all of us have been around each other pretty much from the day we were born. As we grew up I only became closer with both Jude and Jobe but as we've gotten older I have gotten closer to Jobe as he's around more and I just feel like I have more in common with him than I do with Jude as he's older so he can always do things before we can.
One of the other reasons I think I'm not as close with Jude is because I've had a crush on him for a while, when he moved away to go and play in Germany my feelings for him started to change. It seemed like he became a man all of a sudden, he wasn't the Jude I used to know from when we were in our early teens he was different, all of a sudden he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Whenever he came home all I could do was admire him and the muscles he'd clearly been working hard to get as well as his face which just seemed so perfect. It was obvious to everyone that I has a crush on Jude even Jobe made fun of me a few times for fawning over his brother. There came a time when Jude sat me down and tried letting me down gently saying that he thought we were better off as friends which hurt a hell of a lot at the time but I've since got over that disappointment.
Sadly I never got over my feelings for Jude instead I just distracted myself with other guys who were nowhere near as good as Jude and honestly half of them I didn't even really like but it was only a bit of harmless flirting I never went any further as I just didn't want to. I know one day I'll meet a guy I love as much if not more than Jude and then I'll be happier than I am now pining over a guy that doesn't even like me back. It's been a while since I've seen Jude as he's been so busy with the end of the season which has actually helped me quite a lot as not seeing him and trying not to pay much attention to things he posts has kept him out my mind. All of this has been on purpose too as my birthday is today and I didn't want to only be thinking about Jude on my birthday.
With it being my 18th birthday all my friends have convinced me to go out clubbing with them. They've all turned 18 already and have been out quite a few times and they want me to join them. There has been times they've tried to convince me to get a fake id but I refused as I'm not bothered about going out plus it wouldn't work anyway as quite a few people here know who I am because of my friendship with Jude and Jobe so I never bothered. Sadly Jobe can't come and enjoy my birthday with me as he's not 18 yet but I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him as he said he didn't want to not see me on my birthday. We've spent all of our past birthdays together and I couldn't be the one to ruin that tradition plus I think I'll enjoy spending the day with Jobe more than I will then going out.
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As it's my birthday I wanted to sleep in for a bit longer than I usually would but that didn't happen as the sound of my phone notifications woke me up. When I looked at it my home screen was flooded with notifications of texts and Instagram posts from my friends. I answered a few texts before there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum came in with breakfast for me which she'd spent her morning making. She had to go to work but she promised that she'd give me my presents later before I go out which didn't bother me as I don't need any presents I just want to enjoy my birthday.
Once my mum had left I went back to looking at my phone and replying to people, at some point I went on Instagram and saw that Jude had tagged me on his story and I don't think I've ever clicked on a notification so quickly. He had posted a picture of the two of us from when we were younger covered in mud from where we'd been playing outside in the rain with a caption wishing me a happy birthday. It made me feel all warm inside that he bothered to post something instead of just texting me as he doesn't post much that isn't to do with football.
After I'd caught up on my notifications I got myself out of bed and got ready so I could go and see Jobe. He wanted me to go to his so I text him just before I left the house so he'd be expecting me. Seeing as its only a few minutes down the road I was happy to walk plus it's such a nice day that I wanted to get outside and soak up the sun even if it's only for a few minutes. When I arrived I didn't even get the chance to knock on the door before it swung open and Jobe tackled me straight into a hug. Jobe has always been like this with me we are just so close that we are always excited when we get to spend time together especially on special days like birthdays. Eventually he let go of me and allowed me inside but he quickly covered my eyes as he said he had a surprise waiting for me in the living room. I was a bit nervous as you never know what a Jobe surprise will be but I had a bit of faith that he wouldn't do anything I'd hate on my birthday.
It felt like we walked forever but eventually we stopped and Jobe instructed me to open my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust but when they did the first thing I saw was a smiling Jude sat on the sofa. If it were possible my jaw would've hit the floor as Jude wasn't supposed to be home he was supposed to still be in Germany for another week but there he was and I definitely wasn't seeing things.
"Happy birthday y/n/n" Jude said
"What are you doing here I thought you still had to be in Germany" I questioned
"You didn't think I'd miss your 18th did you plus I may have lied to be able to surprise you" he said
"I'm so happy you're here it's been ages since I've seen you" I said
He got up and gave me a hug before ushering me to sit down while him and Jobe ran off somewhere. They came back a minute later holding far too many presents which they piled on my lap so that I couldn't move anymore. I tried telling them off for getting me so many unnecessary presents but they insisted that it was necessary as in their words you only turn 18 once. Seeing as they were both so excited about it I opened the presents in whatever order they agreed on which did involve a bit of arguing but we got there in the end. They got me so many nice things that made me feel so loved but also a bit bad as I could never afford to do the same for them.
"Thank you guys so much I really appreciate everything but you shouldn't have gotten me so much I'll never be able to top or even match that" I said
"It's ok we don't need you to do anything for us we just love having you around" Jobe said
"Aww you're going to make my cry" I said
"Don't cry instead tell me what you've got planned for today" Jude said
"Well first I'm hanging out with you guys but then my friends convinced me to go out tonight" I said
"Is it just you and your friends going?" Jude asked
"Yeah me and I think 3 of the girls the rest can't make it" I said
"Well I'm coming with you whether you like it or not I'm not letting you go out for the first time without someone to keep you safe" he said super seriously
"I'll be fine Jude I won't even drink that much" I said
"I don't care it's not safe for you to be going out with just a few of your friends I promise I'll leave you be I just can't let you go alone" he said
"Fine you can come but be prepared the girls will go crazy" I laughed
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I spent the rest of the day with Jude and Jobe just hanging out like we used to do all the time when we were a bit younger. They even got me a cake which they definitely aren't supposed to eat with their diet but they did and made me promise not to tell anyone. A bit later I had to leave to get ready but not before Jude cornered me to make me promise to text him when I was ready to go and he'd come over so we could go together. I was still anxious about him coming as for one I don't want to get drunk and say something stupid to him but also I didn't want him to be on my mind all night. Tonight was supposed to be the night I get to let go and enjoy myself and maybe find a guy I like to flirt with but I feel like I can't do that with Jude around as my mind will be on him the entire time. I appreciate his concern about me going out but I can handle myself and I'd be fine without him. That being said it's been a long time since I've really spent any time with him so it will be nice to have Jude there.
Once I was home and getting ready I was texting my friends to get their opinion on my outfit as I don't really know what to wear out. They helped me get it down to two options but once I told them Jude was coming they picked the shorter tighter dress straight away as they know I like Jude so I guess they are being good friends. Seeing as they picked a nice dress I decided to go all out on my hair and makeup too and if I do say so myself I looked pretty good. After I'd done a few touch ups I text Jude to let him know I was ready and headed downstairs to put my shoes on as I knew he'd be a few minutes.
Jude arrived and honked the horn of his car to get me to go outside (let's just pretend he can drive) so I made my way to the car slowly trying to not fall over with my heels on the gravel of the driveway. Jude must've noticed my struggle as he got out the car and helped me into the passenger side of the car.
"You look beautiful" he said
"Thank you" I said feeling my cheeks turn pink
"You know you don't have to drive if you want to drink we can get an Uber" I said
"No it's ok I won't drink I'm only going to make sure you and you're friends are ok" he said
"They're all really excited that your coming I think they might spend more time with you than they will with me" I laughed
"I won't let them you'll barely notice I'm there" he smiled
We arrived at the club and true to his word Jude disappeared as soon as I was with my friends although he did instruct me to put any drinks I had on a tab he'd make for me as he didn't want to me pay for anything on my birthday. He'd gone before I could argue with him so I didn't bother I just did exactly what he told me to and got myself a drink before heading to dance with my friends. As I was dancing my friends told me that there was a guy who wouldn't stop staring at me so I managed to sneak a glance in his direction and he was actually really cute. He noticed me looking at him and shot me a smile before making his way over.
Straight away he complimented me but not just on my outfit which made me let down my guard a little bit as I could tell he was genuinely interested in me. Once he found out it was my birthday he wished me a happy birthday and offered to buy me a drink which I was happy to accept. As we both sipped on our drinks we started properly talking and we just got on like a house on fire. We actually had a few things in common and he was such a nice guy that it was hard not to get along with him. Once we finished our drinks he took me back to the dance floor and we danced together. To begin with he didn't have his hands on me but I grabbed his arms and put his hands on my waist as I was feeling little more confident than usual.
I was really enjoying myself dancing and laughing with this guy my mind was only thinking about him and not about Jude at all. It's been so long since I've thought about any guy in front of me and not compared him to Jude, it was honestly so nice to have finally found a guy that made me forget about Jude and that clearly had the same feelings that I did. My enjoyment was short lived though as not long after I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, I was about to punch the person until I got a look at them and realised it was Jude and honestly I still kind of wanted to punch him as he was supposed to leave me be and I was actually enjoying myself.
He dragged me all the way out of the club and back to the car which is when he finally let go of his grip on my arm and I just stared at him. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a good few moments until I decided I wanted to go back in if he wasn't going to talk but as soon as I turned around he grabbed my arm again and brought me back to face him. Again the staring ensued and I was really starting to get annoyed.
"What's going on Jude if you aren't going to say anything let me go I was enjoying my time with that guy" I said
"I can't let you go back in" he said hastily
"Tell me why then as I'm not going to stand here forever" I said
"Because I'm jealous ok I don't know why but seeing you with that guy made me realise that I've been lying to myself for a long time I do have feelings for you I've just been trying to tell myself I don't as I don't want to ruin our friendship" he admitted
"What you have feelings for me?" I questioned in complete disbelief
"Yeah I do I know that I made it seem like I didn't see you that way but I have had feelings for a while I just didn't want to change things between us or make things awkward with you and Jobe as I know how close you both are but I can't keep lying I want to be with you y/n" he said
"I think it's pretty clear that I still have feelings for you and I really want to give us a go I know it will be different but let's be honest Jobe’s been wishing we'd get together for ages so I'm sure everything will be ok" I said
"Then will you be my girlfriend officially?" He asked
"I would love to" I smiled
"Now let's go and have some proper fun" he said taking my hand to lead me back inside
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagines#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham#football imagine
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club nights (literal d word matty x reader smut)
day 16 of summer75!! post-baby, post-dh2 launch fuckery of the anal variety (girly getting it). surprisingly fluffy. enjoy! <3
the lights are hot on your skin as you dance, pulsing strobes illuminating everything and everyone in the club in stark white; still, they're nowhere near as warm as matty, pressed up behind you with a hand on your hip, your left arm slung lazily back around his neck as you move against him. kelly's set is good, and so is the vodka cranberry in your free hand, bass and booze coming together in your body and making you wanna move. you feel free. you feel happy. you feel sexy, although you're not sure if that's because of the night itself or because of your boyfriend, whose hands have been wandering all over you practically ever since you left the house.
you smile when he kisses your neck, giggling when he blows a raspberry. matty giggles too, smiling into your perfumed skin. “y'having a good time, gorgeous girl?”
“the best time,” you turn to face him, heart fluttering when you re-realise how fucking hot he looks. sure, you've fancied matty for almost a decade longer than you've known him, but lately he's been looking extra delicious to you - then again, you have just had his baby. your hormones must be going mental. “we should go out dancing more often, babe. s'fun when i'm doing it with you.”
matty raises an eyebrow, but he keeps smiling sweetly. “we've literally got a newborn at home, and you want us to start raving regularly?”
“yes i do.”
he laughs, leaning down to kiss you; it's not a long one, but you're woozy when he pulls away regardless. “so do i, darling. kinda obsessed with dancing with you like this, you know?” his hands continue their earlier trail across you, gentle yet eager. “can feel everything. fucking love it.”
oh, if he only knew.
you lean up to peck his lips. “could you maybe possibly feel your way to the bar to get me a refill, baby?”
“‘course,” matty pecks you in return, hands coming up to hold your face while he beams. “m'proud of you, you know. for lyla, obviously, but also for this,” he gestures to the crowds, too busy dancing to notice him. “s'your night too, sweetheart. enjoy it.”
you do just that while he slinks off to get your drink, hugging george to say “we did it!”, dancing with charli, catching up with your friends from the band and bea and amber, most of which is spent gushing over your baby girl, staying at home with both of her grandmothers at present. bea squeals when you show her a picture of lyla, and clutches amber's arm, tipsy-overwhelmed. “she is so cute! oh my god. i mean, she looks like a little doll. i love her!”
“bea, i'm actually obsessed with her,” you giggle. “you're lucky we even made it out tonight - got to the front door like five separate times before either me or matty teared up and had to go back for a cuddle.”
amber laughs. “he was telling me he wished he could've brought her with you.”
“god, he's a nightmare.”
“who is?” matty sidles up to you, handing you your drink and ruffling bea's hair - she swats him away, and he laughs, giving amber a half-hug before wrapping his free arm around your waist.
you smile at him, saccharine. “you, trying to bring our baby to a rave.”
“what? she'd love it,” he elbows you playfully. “she's her mother's daughter.”
“he's not wrong with that bit, to be fair,” amber takes a sip of her drink. “it is actually quite scary how much she looks like you.”
bea winks at you. “well, she knows what's good for her.”
everyone but matty collapses into giggles; he glares at bea for a second, then smiles. “yeah, she does. i mean,” he cups your face, squishing your cheeks playfully. “who wouldn't steal this face if they could?” dropping your face in favour of taking your hand, he turns to your friends. “see you in a bit, yeah?”
with that, matty leads you further into a darkened corner, weaving through vape clouds and various friends before leaning against the wall. you smirk, raising your eyebrows at him and leaning close so he can hear you over the music. “this feels… familiar.”
“what- oh,” he nods slowly, smirk matching your own. “nina's birthday. i remember,” his face softens, lost in a memory, before he speaks, matter-of-fact. “first time i ever saw you in red lingerie, that night.”
you choke on your vodka, eyes wide as you try to regain breath. “matthew!”
“what? m'just being honest. you don't forget a thing like that, darling, trust me.”
“christ,” you shake your head. “you're mental, you know that, yeah?”
“you're even more mental,” he bites back, but the love in his eyes is clear even in the club lighting. “having a baby with me, and all.”
“true,” you down your drink and lay the glass down, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck for a cuddle; his find home around your waist, lips softly pressing against your hair. “i miss her.”
“me too. mum says she's good as gold, though. which, again, is all you. my perfect girls.”
you smile into his chest. “love you. we both do.”
“oh, i love you both, so much,” matty leans down to kiss you, soft and sweet and slow; there's an undercurrent of lust, though, in the way he lightly bites at your lip and takes his time releasing it. “dance with me?”
you kiss him quickly again. “always, my love.”
and you do. you jump around like maniacs in excitement during george's set, holding hands and giggling and singing along, and when you shriek with total joy as soon as you hear yeah i know, matty cackles and pulls you close for a kiss. you stay like that for the rest of the song, wrapped around each other while you move to the beat, matty's face tucked into your neck in an adorable mixture of shyness at hearing his own voice and emotion about his best friend in the whole world taking such a big step in his career; actually, you stay like that for the rest of the set, so close it's hard to tell where matty ends and you begin, bodies grinding and sparking heat in each other in both the literal and metaphorical senses. by the time the night ends, the two of you are pretty fucking desperate for each other, kissing so sloppily while sharing a cig at the taxi rank that your friends can't help wolf-whistling and cheering and throwing digs like “oh, lyla's about to get a sibling!” at you.
you kiss in the taxi, too, little snippets of snogging and matty's hands roaming all over your thighs in between the driver yapping about this that and the next thing on the way to the hotel. matty does his best to answer politely, reluctantly breaking away from your lips to talk while you giggle behind your hand, but his exasperation is obvious - naturally, you rip the piss out of him for it when he throws you on the bed and climbs atop you to kiss you properly. “babe, i'm not going to disappear if you unattach your lips from mine for a few seconds, you know.”
he licks your nose in response, smiling when you shriek. “how else am i meant to show you how much i love and also fancy you?”
you shuffle down to kiss his neck, enjoying the way his breath shakes, dragging your lips up past his jaw to whisper in his ear. “fuck me.”
“oh, baby,” matty sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. “i wish i could, but, y'know… it's still too soon after you gave birth, darling,” he pulls back, confusion etched on his pretty face. “what are you smiling like that for? that's your sneaky smile.”
it drops, in favour of an expression of bewilderment. “my what?”
“you know, the face you make when you're up to something,” your boyfriend cocks his head, squinting at you. “are you trying to get me to fuck your mouth?”
“nah.”
“tits?”
“that would actually be a lot of fun, but also no.”
“hmmm,” matty thinks for a second, then sighs - you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at how clueless he's being. “nope, you've got me. explain, please, darling.”
“if you let me stand up for a second, i can show you what i mean.”
matty nods, rolling off you and lying propped up on his elbow while you move off the bed. he groans when you start undressing, slipping out of your cargo trousers and shucking your top off without breaking eye contact with him. “fuck, princess, you're so hot,” he claps a hand over his mouth when you raise an eyebrow at the pet name. “sorry, darling. muscle memory, i s'pose.”
“s'alright, daddy,” you wink, turning away from him to let him get a good view of your ass in your sheer panties; you bend forward, slightly, and you hear his breath hitch. “seems we're both thinking along those lines, yeah?”
it takes him a second to respond, but when he does, it's delicious - a calloused finger traces up from your slick core towards your other hole, and he speaks in a whisper. “you're plugged?”
“yeah, i am,” you toss your hair over your shoulder and your gaze follows, focusing on your wide-eyed boyfriend. “because i want you to fuck my ass tonight, matty.”
for a moment, there's silence, a tension permeating the air that you can't quite name. nerves begin to flutter in your stomach; they're dissolved almost instantly when matty flops unceremoniously onto his stomach, almost inaudibly shouting “fuck!” into the fancy bedding before rolling back to face you with defiant lust in his eyes. “you serious?”
“wouldn't have the plug in if i wasn't.”
he sighs, then smiles almost shyly. “part of me thinks i should be against this, but,” he sits up, tugging you to stand between his legs with a kiss to your stomach. suddenly, you're on his lap, and you can't stop beaming - he is so fucking hard. “who would i be if i didn't give my princess what she wanted, especially after everything she's done for me lately?”
your heart soars, and all you can do is kiss him, an absolute head-melter of a kiss that only stokes the heat between your legs, makes you grind even harder against your boyfriend than you were in the club. “thank you, daddy. love you.”
“i love you,” matty smiles against your lips. “missed you calling me that, you know.”
“more than you've missed being inside me?”
he laughs, the soft chuckle he reserves for the two girls he loves most in the world. “nothing i've missed more than that, gorgeous. can i… now?”
“yeah,” you breathe, desperate. “how do you want me?”
matty thinks for a second. “lie on your back for me, sweet girl, get comfy. that sound alright?”
“perfect,” with a final little kiss, you climb off him, shuffling up to rest your head on the plush pillows. as you undo your bra, the fluttering restarts in your stomach; instead of nerves, though, the butterflies are borne of excitement as you watch matty undress. he looks inquisitively at your weekend bag, and you know what it is he wants. “the lube is in the side pocket, by the way. packed a bullet vibe, too, but i honestly don't know if i'll need it.”
your boyfriend hums happily, climbing back onto you, bottle in hand. “so turned on you only need daddy fucking that pretty ass to make you cum?” he coos, thumb sliding across your lips - when you take it between them, he beams. “my little slut.”
god, you've missed this. “only yours. always.”
“perfect girl,” matty murmurs. “gonna fuck you now, yeah? you know your colours.”
“yeah.”
“good girl,” he sits back, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to lift your legs so he can slip your underwear off. his pupils dilate at the sight of the plug, but a sweet smile appears on his lips. “brat green jewel?”
“couldn't not buy it - oh, fuck,” you whimper as matty begins to toy with the plug, every movement sending a burst of pleasure through you. “feels good.”
“yeah? can i take it out, princess?”
you nod enthusiastically. “please. want you inside me, daddy.”
your boyfriend swears under his breath, snapping open the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto his hand; you watch with proper interest as he slicks himself up, practically drooling at the sight of him essentially wanking himself off. he grins when he notices you staring. “you're cute, baby,” he leans forward to kiss you, trailing a hand down your body to play with the plug again. “reckon you'll be even cuter taking my dick, though.”
it isn't so much a word than a whine that leaves your lips. “please.”
“alright, darling,” looking carefully at your face, he begins to gently twist the plug out of you - when you whimper, he pauses. “this okay?”
“yes, yes,” you pant. “keep going, please.”
matty nods, obliging you quickly; you feel the plug pop out, and he moans. “fuck, princess, you look so pretty, all ready for me like that. are you ready, sweetheart? what's your colour?”
as if it could be anything else. “green.”
he beams, kissing your forehead. “good girl. my best girl,” he coos, smiling when you giggle deliriously. “gonna slip in now, alright?”
“hold my hand?”
“always,” he takes your right hand in his left, kissing it before holding it on your stomach. you watch, breathless, as he takes his dick in the other hand, tentatively nudging it against your hole - as the head eases inside you, stretching ever so slightly, you exhale, stuttered, and matty looks tenderly down at you. “oh, my darling,” his voice is just as shaky as your breath, little whimpers leaving his lips the more he inches - well, centimetres - into you. “colour?”
you can barely comprehend him, the intimacy of the moment combining with the pleasure and clouding your brain. but still, you answer, voice nothing more than a whisper. “green. please don't stop.”
“okay,” he breathes, hand moving to your hip to steady himself. “almost fully in, princess. taking me so fucking well, feel amazing.”
you beam, dazed. “good,” your jaw drops as he finally bottoms out, eyes fluttering closed. “oh.”
“i know, darling, i know,” matty caresses your face. “d'you need a second?”
“yes please.”
“anything you want,” his lips find yours, the sweetness of his kiss completely incongruous with the fact the two of you are literally doing anal right now. but it's not totally innocent - matty's lust for you is clear from the way he kisses, and it energises you enough to pull back and bite your lip at him, a silent hint that you're ready for the next step. he takes it immediately. “you want me to fuck you properly, now, princess?”
you nod, doe-eyed. “yes, daddy.”
and that's exactly what he does.
it starts slow, of course, matty gently thrusting into you with his arms braced on either side of your head and his lips pressing soft kisses all across your face; when the desperation gets too much for you to bear and you give him the go-ahead, though, he begins to roll his hips with a bit more force into yours, little gasps leaving both of your lips and foreheads touching tenderly. you don't know whether or not it's purely psychological, more to do with the eroticism and intimacy of the act than the actual sex itself, but you can feel the pleasure jolting through you every time matty's hips meet yours, travelling through your nervous system to the familiar place in the pit of your stomach.
all in all, you can't remember ever being so turned on in your life. matty seems to think so, too, eyes widening when he looks down to watch your bodies joining as one. “fuck, princess, your pussy's so wet right now. can feel it dripping on me,” his voice is joyous; so are you, when he runs a finger over it and settles it at your clit. “you really needed daddy to fuck you, didn't you, sweet girl?”
“yeah.”
“needed this too, darling, so fucking much,” matty smiles sleepily above you, kissing you sloppily. “fuck, need to make you cum, too. can i?”
you smile back, equally as fucked. “can do whatever you want to me.”
he laughs, breathy and beautiful. “i love you.”
“i love you,” you pout for a kiss, smiling and gasping into him when he starts to properly work your clit with two fingers. “mmm, just like that, yes. don't stop.”
thank fuck your boyfriend isn't feeling mean tonight - he does as you say, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips and a consistent pattern with his fingers, cooing praises and promises into your neck in a determined attempt to get you off. a successful attempt, too, it turns out; within a few minutes (although your grasp on measuring time is probably dire at present), you're clutching at matty's shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck, crying into him as you hurtle towards the precipice of orgasm. with a whimpered plea of “cum for me, princess, please”, you fall into bliss, clenching vice-tight around matty's dick and shaking like a leaf. that's enough to set him off, too, and he cums with a hoarse groan and an “oh, i fucking love you”, hips growing weaker and weaker as his orgasm wears off.
he doesn't linger afterwards, though. as soon as he can physically do so, matty's pulling himself up to hover over you, looking intently into your eyes to check how far you've slipped into subspace. despite the gravitas of the night, you're fairly lucid, and he smiles, satisfied with that, as he strokes your face. “you,” he begins. “are a fucking dream.”
“stop it,” you giggle, trying to burrow into his chest. “you're pussy-drunk. well,” you correct yourself as matty laughs. “not quite, tonight. but you know what i mean!”
“i do know, darling, i do,” he kisses your nose. “but you really are incredible. and i'd say that even if i wasn't balls-deep in your ass right now, so…”
“oh my god.”
matty laughs. “my cue to pull out?”
“i think so, yeah,” you grin. “mostly cos i wanna shower and go to sleep, honestly.”
“whatever you want, my love - hold my hand, by the way, this might feel weird… there we go,” matty winces, in tandem with you, as he slips out. his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of his cum dripping from you. “never ever gonna get over that,” he leans back to kiss you again. “thank you for letting me do that, by the way, darling. m'the luckiest bastard on the planet.”
you laugh. “and don't you forget it!”
he smiles softly, and you fall in love with him all over again. “never gonna happen.”
#mads muses#mads does writing#d word matty#literal d word#summer75#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fic#matty healy smut#matty healy x reader#matty x reader
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The Monster of Wolf Woods | Part One
Summary: a love story of a muggle and a werewolf
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Remus hating on himself
A/N: this is the start of a two part (possibly more if people like it) story to please the David Thewlis hyperfixation my brain currently has. Hope you enjoy! as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)
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I’d never paid much attention to the moon, other than the occasional glance up to admire it’s beauty on a dark night. I’d never stopped to consider the danger that lurked beneath it. That is until I met Remus.
I work in a small independent book shop in the middle of a small independent village. No one really knows this village exists aside from the people who live here and there are only around 300 or so of us. I was working in the bookshop the day I met Remus. It’s not very often you meet new people in this village when so he walked into the shop I felt my heart jump with excitement. His gentle nature, kind smile and enthusiasm for books caught my attention and I quickly developed a crush on him. I kicked myself for not asking for his number as I watched him leaving the shop, thinking I’d blown my opportunity and that I’d never see him again.
To my surprise (and relief) he came back the following day. And the day after that. And the day after that.
He came back to the shop every single day for almost a week, each time buying a new book before talking to me for at least an hour about the book he’d purchased the previous day. It was like we’d started our own little book club.
“Well lovely chatting you as always. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said on the Saturday as he turned to leave the shop.
“Actually we’re closed on Sundays.” I replied regretfully, half considering opening up the shop just for him.
“Oh” he responded disappointed, thinking for a moment “Well I guess you’ll have to let me take you out somewhere else then.”
“Like, a date…?” I tested, feeling butterflies as I waited for his answer.
“If that’s okay with you.” He suddenly sounded nervous. “You don't have to of course, if you’d rather not-”
“Remus” I said gently, interrupting him before he had a chance to fully spiral. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“You- you want to?” The hope in his eyes melted my heart.
“I’ve wanted to since the day you first walked in.”
The next day we met up outside the closed bookshop. He brought flasks of coffee and together we walked through the village and shared stories about our lives with each other. He told me about how he spent the past year working as a teacher at some private boarding school but recently moved back to the area after having enough of dealing with ‘rich overbearing parents’. I told him how I’d moved to this village 6 months ago after splitting with my ex, opening up to him about the awful way I’d been treated which explained why I wanted a fresh start in the middle of nowhere.
We’d become so distracted in our conversation that I didn’t even realise how far we’d walked until we arrived at the edge of the forest.
“Everything alright dear?” He asked, noticing my hesitation to follow him.
“This is the entrance to wolf woods.” I say and he nods. “Did you mean to bring us here?”
The forest wasn’t really called wolf woods, that’s just the nickname given to it by the locals because if you listen into the night when the moon is full you can almost hear the sounds of a wolf howling. No one had ever actually seen a wolf, but the villagers still would never get near just in case.
“I must admit I got so caught up listening to your story I lost track of where we were going. I didn’t mean to bring you so close to the forest. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“Oh no, I’m not scared!” I say with a smile and he looks at me confused.
“But the wolf lives here.”
“I’ve read a lot about them and I think they’re beautiful and misunderstood creatures. I’m more concerned that if there is a wolf living in these woods then two humans walking into its home might startle it and make it feel unsafe.” When I looked at Remus I swear I saw a tear in his eye. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never heard mugg-” he corrected himself “person talk so kindly about a monster before.”
“I don't believe they’re monsters. But even if they were, everyone deserves kindness…” I say, taking a step to close the gap between us.” …everyone deserves love.”
Remus suddenly leant down and kissed me, taking my breath away, before pulling away flustered.
“Sorry, I don't know what came over me-” he starts breathlessly but I grab his face and pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting longer as we both melted into each other.
That was the first of many kisses I shared with Remus as we started seeing each other. As the months went by I noticed a trend in his behaviour. Once a month he’d be gone for a couple of days on what he jokingly referred to as a ‘super secret work trip’ but would never actually go into detail about. When I tried to ask him more about these trips or even what he did for work the conversation would always go elsewhere. He would often come back from these trips with cuts and bruises that he’d try to hide from me. His energy would be low and though he’d try to put on a happy face I could tell he was down.
After one particularly bad trip where he came back using a cane to help him walk I sat him down on the sofa in my living room and pulled up a chair to sit in front of him as I asked him for the truth. He gave me a sad smile, and started to explain everything. I sat and listened, occasionally asking a question to help me understand, while he told me about magic and wizards and muggles and Hogwarts. It amazed me to find out this whole other world existed right under my nose. It also terrified me a little to learn of someone he referred to as ‘the dark lord’, but Remus assured me that we’d be safe.
“So… you're a wizard?” I asked and he nodded. I smiled. “That’s pretty cool.”
“There’s more.” His face turned serious as he took my hand. He breathed deep and I could tell he was afraid of what he had to say next. “There is a wolf that lives in the forest. But he’s not beautiful like the wolves you’ve read about in your nature books. This one really is a monster. And I’m really hoping that you meant it when you said everyone deserves love because-” he stopped, trying to calm himself with another deep breath. “Y/N…”
“It’s okay.” I said, squeezing his hand tighter as he started to cry.
“It’s not okay, it’s not!” He cries and I placed one hand on his cheek, wiping tears away with my thumb as they rolled down past his scars. “I can’t-”
“You can Remus. Nothing that you say will change the way I feel about you.” I gently guided his face so I can look into his eyes. “Look at me. You can tell me.”
He removed my hand from his face, placing it with my other hand in his.
“I’m a werewolf.” He says, looking down to fix his gaze on where our hands are intwined. “When I was a child a vicious werewolf broke into our family home and attacked me while I was sleeping and ever since then I have been cursed to transform into something I hate every full moon. There’s a bunker near my cottage in the forest that I lock myself in but the wolf is loud and sometimes the villagers hear me. Thankfully no one has ever been brave enough to go searching the woods and hopefully they never will. For years I’ve been planting ideas in the muggle’s heads. The right words said to the right people at the right time and before you know it the whole village has been warned to stay clear of the dangerous creature in the forest. They have no idea its really me. I am the monster of wolf woods.”
My hands slip from Remus’ as he leans back in his chair, letting out a breath as he watches me with worry in his eyes, trying to work out what I’m thinking. Silently I stand up from my seat and Remus’ worry turns to panic.
“I understand completely if this is too much, if you don't want to see me-” he starts babbling but I cut him off as I sit down on the sofa next to him, putting my arm around him to pull him into a tight hug. I feel how much he is shaking and he starts to cry with relief.
“I can’t lie, that was a lot to take in. But it doesn’t change anything. You’re still Remus, the gentle natured book nerd with a kind smile who came into my shop and stole my heart all those months ago.” I say, leaning away to look in his face. “My Remus.”
“I don't deserve you.” He whispers with a sad smile.
“Yes you do.” I smile back at him as I kiss him on the nose, causing us both to start giggling.
“Thank you.” he says once we’ve composed ourselves. “My Y/N. I really do love you.”
“I really do love you too.”
*part two coming soon*
#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin fanfic#remus lupin imagine#remus#remus lupin fanfiction#professor lupin x reader#David Thewlis x reader#David thewlis#Harry Potter fanfiction#Harry Potter imagine#wizarding world imagine
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Shadows of doubt pt. 1
Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader
Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.
Word count: 3.5K
A/n: I’m totally obsessed with arranged marriage trope rn 🫣🫣🫣 Comment if you want a part two!<3
Part two!
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The day had started like any other, with you and Seokjin living separate lives under the same roof. It had been months since your arranged marriage, and while you both were busy with your respective companies, you had somehow managed to maintain a level of indifference towards each other. It didn't bother you much, as you had grown accustomed to the routine and had your own priorities to attend to.
But today was different.
Today, you were invited to a family lunch at one of the many upscale clubs, a customary gathering that required you and Seokjin to arrive together. However, as the appointed time neared, Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Your messages and calls went unanswered, leaving you increasingly frustrated and worried. The anticipation and anxiety grew as you tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.
The atmosphere at the family lunch was far from comforting. Seokjin's brother's wife, always one for gossip, took the opportunity to talk you down. She whispered rumors in your ear, insinuating that Seokjin was sleeping around and didn't care for you. As much as you tried to brush off the malicious words, the absence of Seokjin and the unanswered calls only intensified your insecurity.
The lunch dragged on, with aunties constantly reminding you of your apparent inability to keep a man happy. Their comments stung, but you put on a brave face, determined not to let them see your vulnerability. Hours later, Seokjin finally arrived, his charming smile captivating everyone around him. Everyone. Except you.
Although having him near brought you comfort, as the presence of Seokjin acted as a shield against the blood-boiling gossip coming from the women around you. Their judgmental whispers and critical stares had been suffocating you for hours. But with Seokjin by your side, you felt a sense of reassurance and protection.
When it was time to bid farewell to the family, you and Seokjin walked out of the club together. As you made your way to the car, he finally spoke to you, breaking the silence that had persisted between you for months.
"I have to pick up my computer from the office, but I can call my driver for you if you wish to get home sooner," he offered, his eyes briefly locking with yours.
You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.
"I'll just ride with you if that's alright," you said, your voice timid, but determined.
Seokjin lifted his head from his phone, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he gave you a dazzling smile. Opening the passenger's side door, he extended his hand, inviting you to join him.
You sat in the car, completely still, as Seokjin walked around to the driver's side. It was the first time you exchanged more than a simple greeting, and the tension in the air was palpable. As he pulled out onto the road, the weight on your shoulders became too much to bear. You couldn't keep it to yourself any longer.
"Never do this again," you spoke, the words escaping your lips with a mix of frustration and concern.
Seokjin sharply turned to you, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, but quickly refocused his attention on the road, remembering his duty as the driver. His eyes kept darting between the road and your still profile.
"What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?" his voice trembled with uncertainty.
You hated that this was the first substantial conversation you were having with your husband, but you couldn't hold back any longer. It wasn't just about your feelings, it was about maintaining the appearance of a harmonious married couple, especially in high society.
"Never leave me like this, not knowing what's happening or where you are. I am your wife, and while I understand this is a marriage of convenience, we have an image to uphold for our families and society," you explained, your tone firm but not accusatory.
Seokjin's face turned a deep shade of red, embarrassment washing over him without fully understanding why.
"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I was caught up with a client at the office, and I couldn't leave earlier..." he trailed off, his voice filled with remorse.
Finally, you turned to face him, breaking your statue-like position.
"I understand that you're busy, but finding the time to return even one of my texts or calls to let me know you're occupied with a client would help me immensely. It's not just about me, it's about us," you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing for a connection.
Seokjin nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on you as much as they could be while he drove.
"I'll never do that again, Y/n. You have my word," he assured you, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. You returned your gaze to the window, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day.
As the car pulled into the driveway, you quickly exited and made your way back to your rooms. The moment your bed came into view, you face-planted onto it, releasing all the frustrations you had held in during the car ride.
"Gosh, he must think I'm an idiot," you mumbled into your pillow before sleep enveloped your exhausted mind.
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The hours leading up to the ball felt like an eternity, with your eyes constantly shifting between the clock on the wall and the horrendous look book of designs presented to you by a potential client.
The meeting didn't go as planned, and the disappointment weighed heavily on your shoulders. Namjoon, ever the supportive colleague, escorted the client out, leaving you alone in the room.
"Is everything okay, boss?" Namjoon's deep voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes briefly to moisten them.
"Not really, Joon. I have a ball to attend this evening," you grumbled, the prospect of the social event dampening your spirits even further. Namjoon chuckled softly, a gesture that earned him a glare from you.
"I can come with you if you need a plus one," he suggested, a hint of care in his eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time for me."
You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
"I have a plus one. I'm married to one, in case you forgot," you said, raising your hand to show him the emerald and gold band adorning your finger.
"It's just... I don't know how to act around him. We live together and are married, but we hardly speak to each other," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Namjoon stopped typing, fully turning his attention towards you.
"That doesn't sound like a happy marriage," he observed, concern etched on his face.
You sighed, your palms finding solace in tangling through your hair.
"I try, Namjoon. I really do. I'm always texting him about family gatherings and conventions we have to attend. But he rarely responds... Am I foolish for putting in the effort? I'm just trying to make this marriage work, but I often feel so alone in it," you confessed, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you.
"Well, then maybe it's time to stop caring if he doesn't," Namjoon suggested, his voice gentle but firm.
You looked at him, contemplating his words.
"I wish I could, but my mother would bite my head off if I dared to walk into the ball without him by my side," you said with a sigh.
"Maybe, for once, you should do as you wish and not just what your mother expects."
...
The evening arrived, and you attended the ball with Namjoon as your companion. Seokjin was already there, and his eyes caught sight of you and Namjoon walking in together. Your pale pink floor-length gown accentuated your beauty, but the sight of another man beside you twisted something inside Seokjin's stomach.
Seokjin's father also noticed your entrance and couldn't help but ask.
"Who is that man next to Y/n? Why isn't she arriving with you? Is something the matter between you two?"
"Everything is alright, Father. That's only her assistant," Seokjin replied, trying to mask the turmoil in his gaze.
His father scoffed, unimpressed by the explanation.
"One hell of an assistant, holding her like that," he muttered, his suspicion piqued. Seokjin's attention remained fixed on you and Namjoon, the rage building inside him.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Seokjin strode towards the two of you.
"Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone," he said, his gaze never leaving Namjoon.
"Please don't make a scene, Seokjin," you pleaded, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama.
His anger and jealousy shifted momentarily to hurt as he turned to face you.
"Namjoon and I are here on behalf of our company. We have people to talk to," you said, your voice firm as you tugged Namjoon away with you.
Seokjin drowned his frustrations with a few shots of whiskey, but the word "our" suffocated him. You had never referred to anything belonging to both of you as "ours," yet you said it so effortlessly with Namjoon.
...
The night was a flurry of activity as you and Namjoon engaged in conversations with various interested individuals in the business world. As influential figures and potential partners approached, you showcased your expertise and passion, discussing potential collaborations and exchanging ideas. Namjoon, being your trusted assistant, seamlessly assisted you, adding valuable insights and effortlessly charming those around him.
You felt a sense of pride watching Namjoon interact with confidence and grace, his knowledge shining through in every conversation. His presence by your side not only alleviated some of the pressure but also brought a level of comfort that you hadn't anticipated. It was in these moments that you appreciated the support and camaraderie you shared, even if it was purely professional.
While your interactions with Namjoon were seamless, you couldn't help but notice the absence of Seokjin. As the evening progressed, his absence became more pronounced, amplifying the void between you and your husband. It was a stark reminder of the lack of communication and emotional connection that plagued your marriage.
Namjoon, ever perceptive, noticed the wistful longing in your eyes as you gazed at the dancing couples. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked, his tone gentle yet urging. He wanted you to confront your feelings, to acknowledge the void that had been growing within you.
You took a deep breath, appreciating Namjoon's willingness to listen.
"I miss love... I miss Seokjin..." you admitted softly, the words carrying the weight of your unspoken desires.
A knowing smile tugged at Namjoon's lips as he reassured you.
"I've noticed Seokjin does too, Y/N. He's been watching you the entire night, even when you weren't aware of it."
Surprise flickered across your face. You hadn't realized that Seokjin had been observing you, his gaze fixated on you amidst the crowd. It was a revelation that sparked a mix of hope and apprehension within you.
Namjoon's voice was filled with encouragement as he spoke.
"Y/N, he is your husband, and I believe he likes you more than you realize. I'm sure if you approach him and express your desire to dance, he won't pass up the opportunity, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight."
A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and a genuine smile graced your lips.
"Have I ever told you what a great friend you are, Joonie?"
Namjoon chuckled softly.
"Actions speak louder than words ever could. Now go, Y/N. Take a chance and talk to Seokjin. Trust me, it's worth it."
Though fear and uncertainty lingered in your heart, Namjoon's unwavering support provided the push you needed. With newfound determination, you straightened your posture and mustered the courage to approach Seokjin, who was engaged in conversation with the new investors.
As you weaved through the crowd, anticipation coursed through your veins. You hoped that Namjoon's observations were accurate, that Seokjin had been longing for a connection just as much as you had. The thought emboldened you, dispelling the doubts that threatened to hold you back.
Seokjin turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as you finally stood before him. A mix of surprise and warmth washed over his features, and you saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze. Without a word, you extended your hand, silently conveying your unspoken desire.
His eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took your hand in his.
Seokjin, understanding the significance of the moment, takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. His eyes trace the curves of your dress, the way it hugs your figure perfectly. He can't help but smile, realizing that he hasn't given you a proper compliment tonight.
"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I can't believe I didn't say it sooner."
You can't help but giggle at his words, feeling warmth spread through your chest. His compliment feels genuine, and it sparks lightness in your heart that you hadn't felt in a long time. It's as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you find yourself opening up to the possibility of a renewed connection.
Seokjin takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, as he musters the courage to ask, "How is your night going, Y/N?"
You share with him the excitement of the new interest you and Namjoon are receiving from other socialites. The conversations, the connections—it's all been invigorating, and you can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity.
Seokjin's smile widens as he congratulates you. "That's wonderful, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."
You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
"No, Seokjin. It's all Namjoon. He's the main attraction tonight."
Seokjin's gaze intensifies as he stares at you intently.
"I'd dare to disagree," he says, his voice filled with a newfound conviction. "You've always been the one who captivates everyone's attention, including mine."
The sincerity in his words takes you by surprise, and your heart skips a beat. It's as if your heart is ready to open itself up with all of the vulnerability that has held you back for so long, now catalyzing the reaction.
...
With the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk, their vibrant colors filling your office with a touch of beauty, Namjoon walks in and spots them. He smiles warmly and congratulates you on the surprise delivery. All you can do is smile back, your mind filled with Seokjin.
You've had many relationships filled with grand gestures and passionate love, but receiving flowers from your husband, even in the midst of your estranged relationship, feels like a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope.
As the workday comes to an end, you return home and notice Seokjin's shoes by the door. It's a rare sight these days, as your schedules often kept you apart. The thought of both of you being home simultaneously sparks a sense of anticipation within you.
A sense of unease washes over you when your cleaner pulls you aside with a concerned expression on her face. She shares with you that Seokjin had returned home earlier, appearing visibly upset and tired. She mentions that he seemed to be in a foul mood and advised you to be careful when approaching him.
A mix of worry and curiosity fills your mind as you thank the cleaner for her honesty. Deciding to seize the opportunity, you make two cups of tea, carefully selecting the blend that Seokjin has always favored. The comforting aroma fills the kitchen, reminding you of the first moments you shared in the past, when the two of you were still trying to appease each other.
Seokjin's gaze lifts from the papers on his desk as he sees you standing at the doorway of his study. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adjusts his glasses, and you can't help but notice how handsome he looks with them.
"Hi," you greet him, your voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope. "I made you some tea."
A hint of surprise flickers across Seokjin's face before he sets aside his work and gestures for you to come in. "Well, do come in," he says warmly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You step into his study, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Taking a few steps closer, you carefully place the cup in his hands, cautioning him to be careful as you remind him that it's hot.
Seokjin's fingers curl around the warm cup and he places it on the table, and he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you, Y/n. This is greatly appreciated."
You look around for a place to sit untill you find yourself wrapped in Seokjin's strong embrace, comfortably settled on his lap. The closeness between you ignites a flicker of familiarity and intimacy that you had been yearning for. As he relaxes against you, placing his head at the conjucture of your shoulder and neck, you feel a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.
As you run your fingers through Seokjin's hair, a sense of tenderness and understanding fills the air. You can feel the weight of his burdens slowly easing as he finds solace in your touch. The worries and stress of the outside world seem to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.
You continue to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. The rhythm of your movements becomes a silent lullaby, calming not only Seokjin but also bringing a sense of peace within yourself. The bond between you feels tangible, as if you're reminding each other of the love that exists beneath the surface.
After a while, Seokjin lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.
"Thank you, Y/n," he whispers softly. "Having you here, reminding me that I'm not alone, it means more than words can express."
A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against Seokjin's forehead.
"You're never alone, Seokjin. I'm here for you, always."
Seokjin's arms tighten around you, embracing you with a renewed sense of warmth and affection.
"Seokjin, why don't you go to bed? You've been working so hard, and you deserve some rest." you gently suggest, feeling the weight of Seokjin's exhaustion.
Seokjin looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. He nods, realizing that he needs a break from the demanding world outside. Slowly, you both rise from his lap, your hands still intertwined, and make your way towards his bedroom.
“Stay with me tonight” he pleads you looking at you like you are only star in a dark night sky, his eyes almost filling with tears. You nod silently and give his hand a squeeze.
You slip under the covers beside Seokjin, keeping a safe distance as to not cross a line.
“Is it okay if I come closer?” his voice wavers and all you feel is full-hearted respect coming from him. You wished that you didn’t need to tip toe around each other but the truth was that there was a long way to go, but both of you were willing to get there.
Before he could move closer you curled up against his side your presence bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to Seokjin, melting away the stress and worries that have been weighing him down. The world outside fades into insignificance as you create a cocoon of tranquility within the confines of his bedroom.
Seokjin's tired eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and vulnerability.
"Thank you, Y/n," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. "You have no idea what having you here…my wife … means to me”
You smile tenderly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I know Seokjin.”
He places his hand gently on your cheek and softly kisses your forehead, lips soft as silk remind you of your wedding day and the first, and only, kiss you’ve shared.
As you both surrender to the embrace of sleep, the weight of the day dissipates, and a serene calm washes over you. Wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, your minds drift into a realm of dreams and possibilities.
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Heart of a Lion-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader! (Birthday Fic)
Happy Birthday to our favorite Dorm Leader of Savanaclaw and lion prince, Leona Kingscholar! Happy birthday, my beloved king of my heart!🎂🦁💖 Also, major thanks to the beautiful Miss Raven for lending me her fic as reference and mongpht for the language of flowers. Thank you!
Warnings: mentions of Chapter 2 spoilers!
Word Count: 2,043 words.
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You wandered around the town below the hill where the prestigious Night Raven College sat. Finally, you spotted the place you were searching for: the jewelry shop.
You remembered the day Cater took you, Ace, Deuce and Grim out shopping for some plates and cups since Grim accidentally broke them. As you browsed around the jewelry shop, you spotted a beautiful golden ring sitting in a display case.
There was a regal golden lion's head carved into the ring and you could see the inscription carved inside the ring, "Heart of a Lion". You smiled. "That ring would look perfect on Leona-senpai's finger." you thought. "And it somewhat matches his nobility...in a way."
Even when you arrived home, the image of that ring had never left your mind. "Once Leona's birthday arrives, I'll get that ring for him." you promised yourself. And so, before the month of July came, you worked hard at Azul's Mostro Lounge daily to earn enough money to buy that ring as a birthday present for Leona.
Once you've scrimped and scraped enough money, you didn't hesitate to head towards the jewelry store and purchase the ring. Once you made your purchase, you quickly headed back to Night Raven. Just in time for the birthday celebrations at Savanaclaw.
The party at Savanaclaw was a blast! Balloons of coconut white, muddy brown and charcoal grey dotted the green shrubbery near the waterfall. Beneath the waterfall, glowing leaf lanterns floated idly in the water.
On the buffet table, there were apple fritters, courtesy of Epel, hamburgers, potato salad, shish kebabs, barbequed misuji meat, exotic fruits and in the center, a large, three-tiered cake with white vanilla icing and chocolate and mocha-flavored crispy pearls.
Leona stood at the very center of the lounge, clad in his blue mage birthday robes. You swear you've never seen anyone more handsome than Leona. He looked like a true mage in those robes.
Cater was with him, phone in hand. He was to be his birthday interviewer. As you approached them, you heard Leona answer Cater's first question, "If I'm going there by flight, I'd like a place that's in the middle of nowhere that not many people go to."
When Cater replied that it'll be difficult to enjoy touring and leisure, Leona responded that he just wanted to relax and that in a quiet environment where no one will disturb him, he wanted to sleep calmly.
You felt your heart sink a little when you heard his words. You've always known that Leona wasn't always the social type. He much preferred his own company rather than anyone else's.
Even though you've had a huge crush on him for quite the longest time, you doubted if he'd ever have feelings for you, too.
"A quiet place where no one will disturb you. You're right, that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend the time." Cater replied. Leona smirked. "Right? As a dorm leader and club captain, I usually always have something to worry about." he said. "It means I need time to rest my body and mind sometimes."
You rolled your eyes at that. "Obviously." you thought. Then Cater asked Leona the final question. "What's something you'd like to do in the upcoming year?"
"Not be held back, that's all." Leona replied simply. Neither you nor Cater were prepared to hear that answer at all. Were you going deaf, or did you clearly hear Leona say that he wasn't going to be held back? "Wh...! Huh, that's all?!" Cater asked in disbelief.
You couldn't help but smile at his answer. You heard that he held himself back for over 3 years because of poor attendance and him not putting any effort in studying. But you knew better.
Leona has always held himself back because he didn't want to go through the painful hassle of the palace life. Being the second-born prince, he always got the short end of the straw. Always being overlooked, no matter how hard he worked to be recognized.
You thought back to the time of that inter-dorm Magical Shift Tournament. When you and your friends found out that Leona was the mastermind behind the incidents, you confronted him. And that was when you saw the emotions in his eyes.
He looked frustrated, angry that everything he had worked so hard for had slipped through his fingers yet again. And when Lilia rebuked him, saying that a collar fits him more than a crown would, and that he would never be king, the words felt like a final nail in the coffin for Leona.
Watching Leona become so broken and defeated, you couldn't help but feel your heart break at the sight of him. You even heard how hollow his voice sounded as he spoke. "This agony, this despair. How could any of you possibly understand?!"
And then, his Overblot happened. After you managed to defeat him, you glimpsed at his past memories. Being badmouthed by the servants of his palace, being pressured by his desire to be respected and recognized, trying to best himself against Malleus but failing...
Even though Falena, Leona's brother and King of Sunset Savannah tried his best to support his little brother, Leona just coldly brushed him off, not wanting his pity.
When you both woke up, you saw that Leona was willing to do his best at the tournament. Even after Savanaclaw lost the match, you were somewhat happy to see Leona being determined to win next year's match, even though you don't agree with his underhanded methods.
As time went on, even though it wasn't noticeable at first glance, you could see the steps of progress Leona has made, little by little. Even though he was still lazy, languid and downright arrogant, you could see the bits of kindness, determination and will to live shine through.
Even now, you felt a sense of pride and joy for Leona for making it this far. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the memories flashed through your mind. "Leona-senpai..." you whispered, holding back a choked sob...
"Hey, herbivore!" Leona's baritone voice cuts through your thoughts like a blade, snapping you out of your musings. "How long are you going to stand there?"
"Oh, right! I need to give him his gift!" Without wasting another second, you hurried over to his side with the little black box with a golden bow in your hand. Leona raised an eyebrow as he watched you approach him with something hiding behind your back.
"So, you came to wish me a happy birthday, huh?" he asked with a smirk. "Well, ain't that admirable of you. So, what did you bring me, then? At the very least, you are presenting a gift to royalty. As such, I'm sure you've prepared a very fine gift."
You froze, starting to panic. A fine gift? Well, it is pretty expensive. Will he like it, though? You were starting to get anxious.
"I'll take it off your hands, so show me what you got behind your back, already." Leona demanded, holding out his hand. You gulped silently. "Well, here goes nothing. I hope he likes it." you thought as you handed him the black box.
Leona opened the box and saw the ring. "Huh. A gold ring." he said casually. "I've got plenty of those, you know." You nodded, knowing how much jewelry he has, being a wealthy prince and all.
"This ring is different, though." you said. This was it. It was time to confess how you felt towards him. You took a deep breath before you started to explain. "There's a reason why I picked that ring for you, senpai. I picked it because it reminds me of you."
"Leona, I understand that you've been through a lot over your lifetime. Everything from your childhood to your Overblot episode to now. That ring you hold in your hand symbolizes strength, courage, resoluteness and nobility."
"The words etched in that ring say, "Heart of a Lion". I sincerely believe that you do have the heart of a lion, despite what others say and think of you. Even though you can be lazy at times, arrogant, smug, bossy, snide..." Cater snickered at your descriptions.
"True." he whispered. Leona shot him a quick glare, telling him to shut up as you continued. "...You truly care about other people, even though you never show it outwardly. Leona Kingscholar, please consider this ring as a token of my unchanging love and support to you." you said as you gave him a small bow of respect.
"No matter what happens, I hope that you will be able to go beyond, to be able to reach for the stars, even though they seem very far. I have absolute faith that you will."
Leona was silent as he listened to your little speech. After you finished, a short silence fell upon the lounge. You wondered if he thought your speech was too boring and silly. You lifted your head, and you were about to apologize when you saw the smile on Leona's face.
"So I have the heart of a lion, huh?" Leona asked, admiring the golden lion ring. He looked at the inscription in the ring and smiled. "Guess you've got some taste, herbivore."
Your heart swelled with joy when you saw Leona slip the ring onto his index finger. He held up his hand, the golden ring glimmering in the light. "Thank you. It's a very meaningful gift." Hearing those thankful words coming from Leona, you smiled as more tears streamed down your cheeks.
A soft sob escaped from your throat as you tried to swallow the lump in it. "How embarrassing. Crying in front of Leona on his birthday? What's the matter with you?!" you berated yourself mentally.
You raised your arm in a frantic attempt to dry your tears, but they just kept coming. "Please, just stop crying!" you silently pleaded. You then noticed movement coming towards you and you looked up at Leona.
Your cheeks flushed red. But before you could apologize for putting on such a babyish display, Leona wrapped his arms around you, embracing your body. "Le-Leona?" you asked, feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
"It's okay, herbivore. You're just happy, right?" Leona whispered in your ear. You nodded. "Sorry about that." you apologized. Leona shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Thanks."
You smiled. "You're welcome." Cater held up his phone, capturing that sweet, tender, loving moment on video. Leona will have to deal with him later...
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Finally, it was time for Leona to take off on his broom. As you and Leona walked down the cobblestone path of Main Street, Leona then reached towards his broom's bouquet and plucked out a golden orchid.
He held it towards you. "For you, herbivore, as thanks for the speech." he said. You know what that orchid meant. In the language of flowers, the golden orchid symbolizes love, luxury, beauty and strength.
Leona had all those: strength, beauty, luxury and love. You hoped that one day, with your perseverance, love, courage and strength, you'll be able to stand by his side as his beloved queen.
You smiled as you took the orchid from his hand. "Thank you, Leona." you replied gratefully. "Happy birthday, my beloved king."
Leona gave you one last wink before he hopped onto his broom and flew off into the night, leaving behind a trail of golden petals and sparkles.
As Leona soared higher and higher, he looked up at the evening sky. Thousands upon thousands of bright, shining stars dotted the inky darkness, some of them streaking across the heavens, leaving behind trails of stardust.
Back in his homeland, the stars were said to be the great kings of the past watching over everyone down below. Your words echoed in his mind, "No matter what happens, I hope that you will be able to go beyond, to be able to reach for the stars, even though they seem very far. I have absolute faith that you will."
As Leona gazed at the glittering golden lion ring on his finger, a great spark of hope ignited within his heart. "One day," he silently vowed, "my story will be told throughout the ages. My star will be shining the brightest, the greatest of them all. And (Y/N)'s alongside mine." And he will see to it that that promise comes true.
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Fun fact: 100% of our flights home from the southern hemisphere have been cancelled this year 💀
Our flight back from NZ honeymoon was cancelled due to floods in January, and last night, after being at the airport for hours, the airline cancelled our flight because of engineering issues at 2am. But we’re on a rescheduled flight now so finally our way home!
This trip has been more than anything I could’ve hoped for. It’s been the distraction I needed from my own thoughts, I’ve managed to be present in the moment due to the sheer beauty of the places we’ve seen, and it’s been a very healing time for both myself and my husband where we’ve shared as much joy as pain. Please know that your thoughts and kind words have been such a comfort during these couple of weeks ❤️
Sharing some of my favourite moments with you all, and a story under the cut should you feel like reading.
This past weekend, I picked up a racket for the first time since I found out I was pregnant at the local tennis club of the town we were visiting. A pair playing in the court next to us asked if we wanted to play doubles, but I’m nowhere near fit enough, so I fibbed and said I can’t as I was coming back from an injury.
The next day, we were at the tennis club again, and we bumped into the same man who was there the day before. He told me he remembered I said I had an injury, shared that he had a hip replacement recently, and asked what I picked up.
He was being very friendly so I decided to tell him the truth. His eyes immediately softened and he told me he was so sorry, and that his wife went through two miscarriages. He remembers how painful it was, but ten years later they now have two children. We had a nice chat about his family and he was very encouraging and kind.
This little encounter lifted my spirits. Like so many of you who have reached out to me, this kind stranger chose to share his story with me, another stranger who he’ll probably never see again, and it made feel me so seen ❤️
I’m ready to go home now - to our cats, if not to real life. I have a follow up appointment with the doctor to double check if all is well after the D&C tomorrow, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep your fingers crossed for me ❤️
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Jadon and y/n coming back to Dortmund. The first game back and everyone is super happy to have these to back
By Night in Dortmund
Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader
Words: 2.5k
Notes: anon i know you probably wanted something short and cute but the emotions were flowing and i needed to let them free (i am in a writing slump). verrry mushy fluffy hurt / comfort forgive me, hope u like it
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By night, Dortmund looks just how she remembered it. Locals are still trickling out from the shops and bars downtown, but the thin, quaint streets are familiar as the chauffeured car zips toward the hotel the club has booked for them. The driver’s English is fluent and though it’s nearing 22:00, his manner is chipper, and polite. He doesn’t blink an eye when Y/N leans over, pressing into Jadon’s side in the backseat.
“Are you alright? You’ve been quiet.”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Jadon reaches for her hand and pulls them both to rest in his lap. “Just thinkin.”
“About what?”
“About how when I came here for the first time, remember I saw someone’s nan, like, a group of em, leaving the pub like 2am. Couldn’t believe it.”
She huffs, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her hair and ears are protected by a yellow, silk-lined BVB hat.
“The exact same as England, no? All the nans love a pub run now and then. What was the one in Manchester all the aunties went to?”
“Don’t remember.” Jadon fidgets in his seat, and a cold surge shoots down her back. Perhaps it wasn’t the aptest comment to make. She can do better than to mention the city that for the next five months at least, they will both hope to forget.
“Well, anyways, it’s normal. Do you think the physios will-”
She interrupts her own sentence with a yawn, which is long and drawn out and makes both Jadon and the driver laugh.
“Are you tired? You can stay at the hotel while I go to medical.”
“‘No,” She shakes her head, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes that has seemed to strike from out of nowhere. “No, I’ll go with you.”
“My sleepy girl,” Jadon tutts, and kisses her on the forehead, right above her frowning eyebrows. She is determined not to let his affection relax her into sleep. “M’sorry it’s so late. Know you had a long day.”
It’s all of the past week– the past three years, really– that have been long, and even though leaving Manchester feels like a genie's wish finally granted, there is a balloon of tensions still swelling just under the surface. She’s thrilled to be back in Germany, and beyond excited to see Jadon in action again on the pitch, but also knows the current solution is only a quick one. A long term plan for her boyfriend’s career is not yet in their hands, still fluttering up in the air.
The uncertainty has been a frigid block of ice in her stomach since they deboarded the plane.
“So have you.”
“Yeah, but, still. How bout you decide after we check in our room? We’re almost there.”
Jadon peers out of the window, and she follows his gaze. The colorful passing lights, and the possibility of receiving more of his kisses are motivation to stay awake.
“We’re almost there? How d’you know?”
“‘Cause I know.” He continues looking out the window, but his hand tightens in her grasp. Leaning against his chest, she can feel his deep, hopeful sigh when it escapes him. “I’m at home, innit.”
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The Merck-Stadion am Böllenfalltor is no Signal Iduna Park, but the incessant fervor of German football fans is found in almost every city. Blue flags and scarfs are scattered so densely across the stadium that it’s hard to make out anything else from her seat, but when the players exit the tunnel at kick-off her eyes spot Jadon like magic. He is a tiny dot, covered in black, a dark speck on the bench, and simultaneously the only one in the crowd who matters. She wants desperately to know what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling about the match, but knows his phone with her “good luck” texts is tucked dutifully away in his locker. So from here, she can only think at him: You can do this, You deserve this, Everyone here is behind you.
The ice block inside shifts every time she moves.
It has melted down a fraction when the first half ends, with a lovely finish by Julian, but not much else to show. Darmstadt are not the most formidable of opponents, but anyone knows that home or away, a one-goal lead rarely guarantees anything, is hardly enough to shrink the worry down to size. During the break, she orders two hot chocolates from the beverage stand to stay warm and for moral support.
Once she’s finished the first cup, she reflects, that, just maybe, the anxieties she’s harboring are unfounded. The homecoming, after all, has been mostly joyful: Jadon’s medical test last night went seamlessly, the other partners and families in the seats next to her have been incredibly kind, and the welcome from Terzic and Jadon’s new and not-so-new teammates has been sincere, and warm.
So she can’t explain why it feels still as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Or, for some snag or slip up to scratch the surface, and ruin the pretty picture that Jadon is fighting so hard to restore. There's no logical reason why, in the 60th minute, when the match resumes and she sees the yellow #10 shining on his back, she's teleported back to those dreadful evenings in Manchester. Then, it seemed that no matter what Jadon did or said, in public or in private, his actions were misconstrued, his words twisted up by a manager who was determined to misunderstand him.
She tried, in those moments, to do what she could to help. The days she got home before him, she would order his favorite meals - spicy curry goat and rice-, queue his favorite 90's American movies, and bring him tea before bed. When they settled beneath the covers, she would rub his back and pet his hair, his hands clutching at every part of her he could reach, and their heartbeats echoing. Some nights his dry lips would press against her throat, whispering, confessing. I just wanna play. After a while, she never knew how to respond. “It’s gonna be okay” was the truth of what she believed, but she knew that words, however heart-felt, were not what he needed to hear. He just needed her to be there.
And so she was.
And now, here they are.
Regardless the color of the kit- this is where Jadon belonged. On a green, frost-bitten field, panting, his face frozen and his lungs burning. Blitzing defenders and setting up his teammates, performing how the world always knew he could and giving everything to push the team toward a win.
As long as he can be somewhere, and doing this, she thinks, a future will sort itself out. She’s sure.
He flits his way down the wing, and she imagines she can see the fire in his eyes all the way from her seat. The ice block resting in her stomach begins to melt away in its heat. By the time he delivers the assist, Marco flying into the box to tap the cross home, there’s nothing left but a puddle, quickly drying up.
—--
She beats the team coach back to Dortmund and looks up from her phone when the players begin to file out. Their shoulders are hunched against the cold, but even from a distance she can tell the three points, the clean sheet have lifted the daunting weight beginning to rest there. When she walks closer, she can even see the grins, hear the jokes and banter flying in a mix of German, Dutch, and English. She says a quick hello to Gio and Jamie when they pass, and congratulates Mouki on his goal, and it’s a lovely moment, - she’s more than pleased to see their faces, to be back among them. She’s almost taken by surprise when Jadon comes up behind her, sliding an arm across her shoulders.
“Baby,” She jumps into him, circling her arms around Jadon’s neck while he squeezes around her middle. They are in the middle of Germany but that spot between his neck and shoulder smells just like the body wash and cologne he uses at home, and for a second she isn’t sure she can let go. His new, old teammates still surround them, respectfully ignoring their PDA, but it’s all she can do to not kiss him on the mouth right there, in front of them all. “An assist first day back? You were born to do this, you know.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
The crest on her yellow BVB hat scratches against his coat as she nods.
“Yeah, it felt good, innit. Good to be back.”
She pulls away an inch to look in his face, at his cute nose which is pale from the cold, at the relief and fatigue and shine in his eyes which is back and which she hasn’t seen in long months. She cups his cheeks in her hands as she speaks, feeling her own grin spreading, making sure he hears what she’s saying, and feels it too. “I’m so proud of you, Jadon. And no matter what else happens, I’m gonna be here.”
Her words and their sincerity make Jadon smile, too, and he turns his head, kissing into the center of her palm, and nuzzling his fuzzy cheek there. His eyes slip closed for the briefest second. Y/N isn’t sure that her own eyes aren’t watering --she’s that happy for him, she loves him that much-- but is hastily wiping any moisture away when she catches sight of the platinum blonde standing just over Jadon’s left shoulder.
“Marcinho,”
“Y/N!” She and Jadon separate long enough for her to offer the midfielder a tight squeeze that he returns in kind. Save for a short chat after a match in the USA in the summer, it has been years now, since she last saw him. “It is so good to see you again. How are things in England?”
“Everything is good, but I have missed it here, to be honest. We’re both happy to be back.”
“I am happy to hear this. You were taking good care of our boy while he was away, yes?” Marco asks in the same light-hearted tone, but she can tell his meaning hints at something deeper. Marco knows what the past years have been like.
“Yeah, I was. Someone’s got to keep him out of trouble, you know?” She looks over to Jadon who is sucking his teeth, his eyes almost rolling. “He’s wild, this one.”
“Nah, I’m a good boy. Marco knows.” Jadon defends himself with little success, as the former captain is cackling in disbelief and ruffling his hair.
“Yes, I know exactly what you are like. That’s why it is good that you are back here, we will at least try to make you normal. Now come,”
Jadon steps away to wrap his friend and teammate in an embrace, and then he tucks her back underneath his arm, their fingers are interlocked, and they’re saying not goodbye, but “see you later”. The walk to the car is short, but it seems as if Jadon still has a lot to say.
“Thank you for comin here with me, baby. Know it was a bit crazy, the schedule and everything so rushed. Know you’re tired, even though you pretend not.”
Y/N shakes her head, even as the adrenaline rush of the past 48 hours has begun to wane, and the physical and emotional toll of a mid-season loan has begun to set in. It doesn’t change her answer in the slightest. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Jadon. I’m happy to be here.”
“No, but, I mean–” It’s Jadon's turn to command her attention, as if he hasn’t been doing just that all evening since he walked on the pitch, from the first time they saw each other on a night in south London, and every day since then. His eyes are wide and shimmering, and he finds it’s easy to speak to her, even if the memories are difficult. “It’s been hard, lately, innit. Really hard. And you been there, even when I was … even when it was hard. And I’m happier now, but you put up with me when I wasn’t. And that helped me to get here, so. Thank you.”
She does lean up to kiss him this time, but the car is hidden enough and she is too in love to care whether his teammates or coaching staff watch. Jadon, whose hand has raised to cradle her neck, his tongue pushing against her lips, doesn’t seem to mind either.
“I love you, baby." He bumps their noses together. "Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Her breath flutters over him when she replies, telling him how she loves him back, how there's no place she'd rather be, in a small voice that's almost a whisper. Jadon is smirking, licking and biting his lips like he’s preparing to go in for more, but instead says Look, and tilts her chin to take in the twinkling stars crowding the purple-black sky above.
She was sure before that she had stopped crying, but Jadon’s hands are holding her so gently, his mouth is so soft, his eyes are so full of everything, that the tears may have returned. Because by night, like this, Dortmund is just how she remembers it. The sky is cold and dark but Jadon’s body next to hers, his hand along her throat is warm. The ice block in her belly is evaporated. They’re both a couple of years older and painfully wiser, but the thin, quaint streets that will take them back to the hotel, the taste of Jadon’s lips on her skin, are familiar.
The future opening up ahead of them is bright as a shining #10, as a yellow BVB hat.
As bright as they both make it.
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I had been studying for the past week, so here's a dumb 15 minute drabble about our favorite couple.
Leona Kingsholar x Ace Trappola (DTW)
Desperate.
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Ace thinks he might have overestimated himself this time, perhaps even more than he had before, to even dare think that he could hold Leona's attenttion for long.
The little Halloween fiasco had spark a chance, sure, merely a few hours of wandering aimlessly in an unknown realm had provided Ace with the center of his attention for a short while. Perhaps Ace had manage to extend it far longer than it should, popping up cheeky here and there everytime Leona round a corner or with his nearing obsessed clinging days after just to hope that the senior would spare him another glance.
It got him a little pat on the head, nothing much, but maybe Ace had been smiling to himself more frequently every time he recall the shadows of it.
Yuu was right, Ace is desperate at this point.
But hey, it's not easy crushing hard for a prince, and neither was it everyday you get his attention for it.
Not that Ace could keep it for too long, not with this school constantly being the center of trouble and dragging them all into it. Halloween had soon become forgetful enough that no one talks about it anymore, not with the Masquerade shenanigans shinning in the spotlight of the huge rumor circle and its peculiar power pairings that had unexpectedly but cleverly solve the possible world's crisis.
A pair of senior and junior who got a bit along was nothing too remarkable anymore.
And that's the hard thing about NRC, if there are rumours and whispers circling about how much two people got along, then they would have a reason to get along. Approaching each others during meals for activities recanting random details about what they had done previously until the farce is strong enough that the circle regard them as such, then they could do that any other day.
Sometimes the freshmen wouldn't exactly follow this rule, switching between club activities or dorm outings, but Ace had never seen any other upperclassmen gets too chummy if no one had been talking about them.
So you see, Ace was nowhere close to even solidifying that rumour about him and Leona yet. Not when the senior's constant absence from lunch and his little fanclub of Savanaclaw students makes approaching him like hell on earth. Stumbling onto the greenhouse mid-day wouldn't work either, not when Ace values his life and reputation a bit too much to recklessly intrude on Leona's den then proceed to get fanboy plastered on his face.
So, like every other time Ace is met with a blockage in his road, he slumps. Face first on the lunch table with his friends glancing worriedly amongst themselves and seniors decking for another table at the earliest troublesome signs.
Real good friends, all of them.
"What happened?" Someone asks, settling themselves on his empty right side nearly touching his shoulder, a bit too close for personal spaces.
Ace assume it's Floyd in a rare good mood, the senior never had any respect for it.
"Life problems." Ace spits out, can't even be bothered enough to raise his head.
"More like love problems," Yuu muses to his left, "He has been tormenting us all like this for a week."
"Shaddup, I'm not doing it on purpose."
"The point still stands," His supposed best friend argues, tone unchanging even though he knows Ace's calling him all sort of names in his head. "Take him away and saves us all now, would you?"
"Yuu," Ace groans, turning his head to the left so he can actually scowl at the traitor. "You can't just sell me to Floyd-senpai because you hate feelings."
"Never said Floyd was buying." Yuu says instead, eating another spoonful of curry before he points it behind him. "You might wanna turn around."
Ace doesn't particularly want to see Floyd and his moody grin at the moment, but he turns anyway. Snapping his head back under the table and do a 180.
"You can't even recognize my voice?" Leona scoffs, still holding his chin in his hand as he cuts Ace a glare. "Some admiration you got, spikey."
What.the.fuck
Ace straightens himself immediately, part in shock and another in awe. Pulling his body from the table with a little jolt as his face flushs a crimson red.
Holy sevens, Leona came to the cafeteria during lunch, and sat next to him and even bothered participating in a bullshit conversation about buying Ace as a whole.
"What are you doing here?!" Ace asks in shock, volume hanging a bit high as he finally realizes just how much attention they were getting just from Leona settling there.
"You hadn't been sneaking around anymore," Leona answers, amusement in his tone. "Thought I might check if my biggest admirer broke his leg or some sort while I'm here." He stops, then a grin. "But go figured, you were encountering some different problems instead."
"Yeah, a big one." Yuu adds, playfully supporting this whole charade even though he could have just informed Ace of Leona's presence when he first came in. The fucking traitor.
"Shaddup!" Ace turns with a glare, it's not too intimidating to be honest, but it's the best he got when Leona's staring in his face. "You are officially the worst best friend ever." He glares at the rest of them, the traitors holding their head sideways to avoid his glare. "Worst.friends.ever."
"Fine by me," Yuu shrugs, not even minding Ace a tiny bit. "You heard him, he doesn't want us anymore."
Leona laughs, standing on his feet momentarily as he holds onto Ace's arm and starts dragging him up. "I'll take the brat then, could use a body pillow since I missed so much of my nap."
"Wait, what?!" Ace splutters, not exactly processing anything now that Leona's basically manhandling him out of his seat.
"You wanted a reason, right?" Leona offers, letting go once they were out of the seats before picking Ace up by his legs, the freshman slugs over his shoulder with an oof. "Let's make one."
"W-wait just a damn minute!" Ace yelps, elbows poking on Leona's neck as his hands tries for a proper grip on the gold uniform, struggling in the lion's hold without much progress. "You can't jus-- Leona-senpai! Leonaaaa!!"
Leona didn't mind the failing, not when he walks steadily out of the cafeteria with a screaming Ace on his shoulder as they onlookers crane their neck to follow. Some even poking their heads out of the door to stare as the third-year makes his way down the hallway, mumbling and whispering the newest rumour in circles.
Yuu and the rest continues on with their meals, the first-year looking a bit guilty as they cast some glances towards the laughing seniors and between themselves. But Yuu stays unaffected, chewing on another piece of curry even as Floyd slings an arm around him cackling nonstop and Riddle throwing a furious glare from his spot.
Ace came back to them before curfew, looking a bit worse to wear with a few bites on his nape and a swelling, cherry lip.
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Maxine was nearing the rebellious teenage years Steve was so scared of. She was already a feisty kid when he met her all these years ago, slingshotting cans off tree branches and fighting with her brother, and she made no sign of stopping. She was a savage on a skateboard, crashed other kids in arcade games and looked up to strong female role models, like Wonder Woman. Steve was happy to call her his daughter. Even if she hated it.
She liked to spend time actively, so he wasn’t surprised when she got into sports. It was a thing they could bond over. Recently, though, all she could talk about was music. She was pestering him about getting her a guitar, and he was slowly warming up to the idea. Robin, of course, was encouraging it.
He already took her to a music store, grabbing a couple of cassettes that made him dread the worst. She picked some rock bands and while Steve didn’t want to play on these stereotypes, he wasn’t thrilled to think she may become one of these brooding alternative kids dressed in black. She was feisty, but she was a radiating sun that he would rather keep burning than get shrouded by dark clouds.
And so when he heard the door slam loudly, he sighed softly, recognising an end of an era when he heard it.
Max stomped into the kitchen, fuming.
“They are cutting down the art department funds,” she said without prompting, her bag dropped unceremoniously on the floor.
That was not what he was expecting.
“What?” he frowned, watching her open the fridge and grab a box of chocolate milk. She angrily stabbed it with the straw.
“Exactly! They are transforming the practice room into a gym, and Mr Eddie had to move all the instruments into his class and the drama club.”
And there it was. The famous Mr Eddie. He was the reason Max took a sudden interest in music, and apparently, now the reason she was so furious about school funding injustice. Steve sighed.
“Unfortunately, the school thinks liberal arts aren’t as important as sports.”
Max’s eyes narrowed as she studied him. Her gaze slid down to his ancient swimming team hoodie.
“But you don’t think so?” Right?” Her eyes narrowed threateningly. Steve scoffed.
“I might have been a jock in high school, but my best friend plays in an orchestra. I think the funds should be divided equally.”
“Good,” Max drew out like she was content for now, but he wasn’t completely off the hook yet. She sat down in front of him, sipping from the milk box and studying him. “All the after-school practice has to be done at the drama club, which makes the schedule really tight. You know Mr Eddie used to give guitar lessons there? Now he’ll have to do house calls.”
“Mhm,” Steve nodded, eyeing her wearily. He flipped the page of the magazine he wasn’t reading.
“Mr Eddie used to practice there with his band too.”
“Mhm.”
“Now he has nowhere to do so.”
“Poor guy.”
“He said he’s looking for a place to practice. Told us to ask our parents.”
“Max…”
“We have a big garage.”
“Max.”
“Steve.”
He sighed.
“I’ll think about it. If he doesn’t find a better place, he can give me a call.”
Max let out a victorious whoop, but he held out his hand to stop her.
“Max, I’m serious. Only as a last option.”
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes.
And so, about a week later, Steve was picking up his phone to an unfamiliar voice.
“Mr Harrington? I’m Eddie Munson, Max’s music teacher. She told me you have some garage space I could borrow?”
Steve looked at the ceiling, leaning against the wall.
“Did she say it was only a last resort thing?”
The man on the other side chuckled.
“Oh, believe me, I wouldn’t be bothering one of my student’s parents if I had other options.”
“Okay. What do you need then?”
“I’ll take whatever you can give me, honestly. I’m kind of desperate,” the man sighed, and Steve felt a bit bad. The guy just wanted someplace to practice his craft.
“Okay, okay. So… I have a two-car garage space, but it’s only my car and I can park at the curb, you could have the whole space to yourself. I’m home most afternoons, so as long as you’re not too loud and give me a heads-up, any day works.”
“Hello?” he frowned when only silence answered him, but soon the man on the other side was laughing.
“Wow, you’re just as nice as Mad Max claimed.”
“She did? I thought I was, and I quote, ‘a raisin in her cereal’.”
The other man burst out laughing and Steve smiled.
“Ah, I’m not going to reveal her soft spots any further then.”
“Maybe I should show you the place before you commit? It might not be big enough for your needs.”
The man on the other side hummed in thought.
“Yeah, good thinking. Is today fine? I’m finishing in a couple of hours.”
“Sure. Do you have something to write, I’ll give you the address.”
Three hours later, the doorbell rang and Steve wiped his hands on the towel to open the door.
Eddie Munson was nothing that he expected from a music teacher, but after a second thought was what he should have expected from a music teacher who Max said was cool.
“Eddie Munson,” the man introduced himself, extending his hand full of chunky metal rings.
“Steve Harrington,” Steve shook it, the fingers unexpectedly rough against his skin.
The guy was of a smaller build than him, on par with his profession. His long hair was tied back, revealing a row of silver earrings. He was wearing a band tee and a leather jacket. He didn’t look like a teacher at all.
Steve motioned him inside.
“Come on, I’ll show you the garage.”
“It’s not in the basement, right? Should I be worried?”
Steve gave him a puzzled look.
“You know, leading a stranger to your basement to never be heard of again?” Munson explained.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, maybe not with the hawks I have for neighbours. Probably half the street knows I have a guest by now. So I better let you out at some point.”
“Some of these suburban moms should really get a job, huh?”
“They should, yeah.” Steve nodded, leading him through the kitchen to a plain side door. he opened it and flipped a switch. “Soo, that’s it. Would that work for you?”
The teacher stepped in, passing by Steve to look around. The garage was big, made for two cars, with only Steve’s Beamer taking up half the space. Besides some spare tires and boxes of Christmas decorations, there was nothing else inside.
The man spread his arms, spinning around. Steve let out a surprised snort. The guy was probably his age and a teacher on top of that.
“That would be great, Mr Harrington! Are you sure about that? Like, sure-sure?” He stood in front of him, and Steve’s mind has already been set, even without the hope glistening in the man’s eyes.
“I’m a man of my word,” he nodded.
Munson swayed on his heels.
“We play metal, though? Might not be your thing.” He smiled weakly, like he was expecting a rejection. Steve frowned at him.
“If they let you do it in school, I think my garage will be fine. I have headphones, too.”
Munson beamed at him, dimples at all. And it was like a punch in the gut, a feeling he hadn’t felt since Max’s brother.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” he nodded stiffly, blinded by the soft metalhead in front of him. What did Max get him into?
Speak of the devil, there was a distant slam of the front door from the inside of the house. Steve winced.
“Want me to let you out this way,” he pointed to the garage door. “She won’t let you go that easy.”
Mr Munson only laughed.
“It’s not a problem. Mad Max is one of my favourite students.”
“I thought teachers aren’t supposed to play favourites?”
“I’m not the teacherest out there, truth be told.”
Steve eyed his ripped jeans.
“I can see that.”
He led them back to the kitchen, where Max was hidden head-first in the fridge. She leaned back when she heard the steps, and her eyes widened at the sight of two men.
“Mr Eddie!” She slammed the fridge close, and Steve winced as he heard the bottles inside rattle against one another. “You’ll be using our garage?”
“Seems so, kiddo.”
Max made a victorious fist pump.
“Mike’s gonna be so jealous!”
Munson let out a startled laugh, while Steve scrunched his nose.
“Don’t tell that’s all this is about. I thought we were doing something nice for Mr Munson.”
“We are, we are!” she placated him quickly, waving her hands. “Pissing off Mike is just a bonus. A very nice bonus.” She grinned sweetly.
“You’re, um…” Steve looked to the side to see the man scratching his cheek awkwardly. “The only parent who agreed. Most of them don’t trust me because I play metal.”
“Steve isn’t like that!” Max reassured quickly. “He’s not a judgmental bigot!”
Steve gawked at her choice of words while Munson laughed.
“A judgmental bigot wouldn’t raise such a great kid.”
“Duh.” Max beamed and Steve warmed all over.
Being a single father was frowned upon even without their backstory. And Max’s attitude usually fuelled negative comments about his parenting. So it was nice to hear something good for a change. Maybe Steve could even make a new friend in this shitty town.
The teacher stayed for a coffee and insisted on being called Eddie. Steve found out he and his band had a show in a few weeks and were planning a small tour across the state over the upcoming break. But most of the visit was just him listening to Max and her teacher talking about bands he had no idea about.
“I’ll tell the boys, and we could come over on Thursday? If that’s okay,” Eddie cocked his head as they led him to the door.
“Sure. Works for me.”
“Sweet,” Eddie smiled, and again it did something pleasant to Steve’s heart. “See you tomorrow then, Red.” He fist-bumped the girl. “And you, Steve,” he raised his fist towards him. It took Steve a second to react and knock it with his own, but Eddie didn’t seem to mind. He waved at them, and soon Steve was watching a ratty black van speed away from his curb.
“I told you he was cool!”
“Uh-huh.” Steve closed the door. “You did.”
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Vil, Jade: Wanting to Shine
Schoenheit mama lore 👁️ Mmm, somehow TWST keeps managing to impress me with just how diverse its families are. There are characters with bad relationships with their guardians, characters with good relationships with their guardians, and then… non-existent relationships altogether. Ruggie is one such example (since his mom died before he had the chance to know her), and now we have Vil as well… I wonder why he feels so impersonal toward his mother?? 🤔I hope we can find out more details someday.
Aaanyway, sorry that this is so late, I got super busy with irl things 😅 but happy belated birthday, Vil!! (xbjsvsjwnz Right as Ruggie’s Broomquet art was revealed too lol) ***WARNING: spoilers for episode 6 of the main story!!***
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
“What would you like to do this next year?”
Jade glanced up from his clipboard. “If the answer is to come from someone as tenacious as yourself, Vil-san… Your goals must be ambitious indeed.”
“Ara, is that so? Sharp, aren’t you?” Vil tucked a finger under his chin. “You would be correct in your assumption.”
“You’re but 18 years of age, and one age my senior—yet you’ve already accomplished a great many things, much of which the common man can only dream of. “Modeling for the top fashion brands, playing the lead roles in a number of feature films… Many, many accolades,” Jade chuckled, his voice dropping to a gentle purr. “What more do you hope to do?”
“My, you’ve got quite the grasp on my resume.” Vil’s brows pinched slightly. “However, you misunderstand one key point.”
“Oya? And what might that be?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Vil laughed, tipping his head back with a smirk. “This is nowhere near the pinnacle of my career. No—there is much more that I will achieve.
“For starters, I wish to expand the scope of my presence on set. I’ve dabbled in directing and producing my own modest works through my Film Research Club, but there is still much more for me to learn. Before I graduate, I would like to leave my mark in that area.”
His lips pulled into a smile—small but proud and genuine. “At present, we are working on a short film. The plan is to submit it to a contest and to take home the grand prize.
“Everyone is putting forth their best effort to make that dream into reality." Vil's deep-set amethyst eyes twinkled with fire. "Life makes no promises, so we must seize our stories and write our own fates."
"Spoken like a true leader--how commendable. We underclassmen truly have a wonderful senpai to look up to."
Vil allowed his broom to lean into the crook of an elbow. "I'm no stranger to compliments, but I shudder to hear it coming from you. It's far more benign coming from Rook or Ortho."
"Ah, that reminds me. Ortho-san recently joined the Film Research Club, yes? How does he fare under your tutelage?"
“Need you even ask? Of course I've welcomed him with open arms. He is proving himself to be an excellent asset for our productions. There are many things that only Ortho is capable of doing, from special effects and audio to getting clear aerial shots.
"His acting has also improved considerably. A bit clumsy at first, but with time and observation he has quickly learned. It's impressive just how much Ortho's 'heart' comes through in his performances."
"Oya, such high praise. Idia-san must be a proud big brother."
"Indeed, Ortho is a star on set." Vil tossed his hair over a shoulder. He still smiled, but there was now a cold, lethal beauty edging his lips. "He's setting a high bar for the other spudlings--but I won't be outdone by him, nor by anyone else.
There was a hesitance, the soft sucking of breath through teeth, and then... "Do you recall when I returned from Styx? The state that I was in?"
"How could I forget? Why, you were so old and withered, we barely recognized you as the same glamorous Vil Schoenheit that graces magazine covers and TV screens. It was very memorable, fufufu."
"Stop that grinning before I smack that smirk right off of your face," Vil snapped. (Jade immediately obliged.) "As I was saying, that experience... it opened my eyes to a great number of realizations."
"Oh? You don't say."
Vil nodded. "It was like my life was flashing before my eyes. A full 18 years of memories and feelings colliding at once, and the chilling thought that I would soon be robbed of what little life I had remaining, my future stolen from me... It was terrifying.
"But you know what? I'm glad for having gone through it. Unpleasant as it was... I looked into that mirror and walked away with a glimpse of what lies far ahead for me--and I am here now, able to make the most of the present.
Vil lifted a hand, cupping the stars above in his fingers. "When I live, I want to shine. I want to put my best effort into every piece, every production, that I am a part of. With my name and face out to the public, I can reach more hearts, inspire more people. Then..."
He lowered his hand, fingers closed in a fist--as though he had fished a precious piece of starlight right out of the sky. Vil's lashes were heavy, fluttering like petals in the wind upon his cheeks.
"... That would most definitely carry on into the future. Not just into my future, but into the futures of all I have impacted through my acting. My spirit has become a part of them--and through the lives I have touched, my spirit is alive, and I will continue to shine. That is the power of art and media: it persists long after the creators are no longer with us."
“I see." Jade spoke delicately, as though he, too, were bewitched by the beauty before him.
Such raw, overwhelming charisma and determination. Such… power.
The eel suppressed his mirth.
“In that way, you would be leaving a piece of yourself with the organization. Long after you have graduated, your legacy will still live on in the Film Research Club and through your countless fans."
"You understand."
Vil held his interviewer's gaze. There was a solidarity to their silence, a knowingness, a mutual agreement, between the two. The night, its moon, and the stars, were their audience upon that shared stage.
"My 'beauty' will be eternal, no matter the age I am. I'm certain of it."
His declaration was loud and resolute against the night.
Above the duo, the hands of a grand clock tower turned, locking them--and Vil's promise--into place. Bells roared to life, ringing in a new hour with their deep, reverberating song.
Bing-bong, ding-dong! Ding-dong, bing-bong!
The time of reckoning had arrived.
"I believe that's my signal to exit stage left." Vil swept his broom in an elegant arc. Pink, violet, and maroon particles fell from the bouquet affixed to one end.
"Yes, we wouldn’t want you to keep your beloved fanbase waiting.” Jade took a step back and dipped into a bow. His eyes humbly lowered to the ground, he said, “I wish you safe travels—and the best of luck with your endeavors.”
“Hmph, just who do you take me for?” Vil planted himself on the handle of his broom. He folded his arms, assuming a haughty stance. “I don’t need luck, I’m confident in my own abilities to see my goal through to the very end.
“Now then… Be sure to sear this image into your memories. There won’t be many opportunities for you to witness me at the height of bloom.”
“As you wish.”
With that, Vil departed, his broom rising steadily before sailing off into the darkened sky. Poised, and as close to perfection as he could manage.
A wayward spring breeze tousled his flaxen locks. Silver moonlight wove itself into the gold of his hair, seeping into the cream of his skin.
Petals scattered around him, swarming the birthday boy in a storm of flowers. Vil caught one between his thumb and forefinger—a petal so rose-red it was like blood upon freshly fallen snow. He planted a tender kiss upon it before releasing it back to the wind.
The illuminated face of the clock tower cast him in a heavenly glow. His silhouette, sharp.
A beautiful promise for the future.
Jade smiled after him. Not warmly, but not coldly either.
I’ve learned many things about Vil-san today. Yes… many, many interesting things.
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AITA for faking a pregnancy?
My (30s F) husband (30s M) is the coach of a high school GLEE club. He's very dedicated to his job, but he spends all his time dealing with those kids without leaving any time for me, his wife! And his teacher's salary is nowhere near enough to support me, I need him to become an accountant so I can keep up my weekly shopping trips to Pottery Barn.
Here's where I might be the asshole. I recently thought I was pregnant, and when I told my husband he was thrilled! He's going to quit teaching and become an accountant to support our family, just like I wanted! There's just one problem. When I went to the doctor about it, he told me it was a hysterical pregnancy, that I'd wanted to be pregnant so badly that my body mimicked the symptoms. But I was so close to getting everything I wanted, I just need to keep the ruse up a little longer. I don't want my husband to leave me.
I recently found out that one of his students (16f) is pregnant, and is putting the baby up for adoption. It's perfect, I'll keep up the fake pregnancy until her baby is born, then I'll adopt it and pretend it's mine. My husband will never need to know.
I'm just wondering if I'm on the right path. My sister is encouraging me, but something about this feels wrong. Am I the asshole?
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