#i’ve yet to decide who’s behind the camera in this one

[str2ngetown]

happy 2005 everybody

[fairlyang]

Summer Lovin’: We Go Together 🕷️

w/c: 6.9K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. infamous dance scene w mig proving himself (better ending), his friends are instigators, drive in, groping, exhibitionism, fingering, stroking, praise, teasing, finally fucks you, riding, missionary, sweet ending

a/n: AHHHHH after 10 months my beloved part 3 is done!!! a year ago i first thought of this au and wrote it just for fun bc i love grease, now i’m happy to close this lil chapter after putting it off so long. honestly one of my favs series i’ve written :’)

part one — part two — the dress/tl of events

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Four weeks had passed and Miguel had taken every opportunity possible to take you out and practically show everyone that you were his.

It was a different sight to see for everyone, especially his fellow T Birds with the exception of Danny, who was really happy for him.

Kenickie also didn’t really care, mostly because he found himself in a predicament just like yours but unlike Miguel, he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet.

Unfortunately the younger three T Birds couldn’t believe it and started bickering to Miguel as soon as he broke the news to all of them.

While he got wide grins and bats on the back from Kenickie, and Danny, on the other hand he just got eye rolls and scoffs from the other three who couldn’t fathom thee Miguel O’Hara was finally living down his playboy ways.

They couldn’t believe one of their leaders, who taught them how to be the way they were, was just done with fooling around with a handful of girls at a time.

The girls on the other hand were shocked, with the exception of Frenchy and Sandy who somewhat had an idea where his head was at but the other three were not expecting that from him.

They didn’t believe it at first until the first week passed and it was so obvious to anyone with eyes that he was finally done with his bullshit.

Finally having pure happiness and tranquility with him by your side was all you could really ask for.

So after a bunch of cute dates and shared kisses, it was finally the day of the dance. You ended up going shopping with Frenchy and Sandy the day after the diner date because you just couldn’t wait and were so excited. They said you had to buy a new dress, one that Miguel would love.

And you found it.

You decided on a red cocktail dress that had a black ribbon around the waist and around the neckline as well, to tie behind your neck. It had some white ruffles underneath for more volume and Frenchy said it’d work great for the dances.

You thought it was so pretty and would impress Miguel.

And it did way more than that.

His jaw was practically on the floor when he picked you up and you had to drag him to his car before your mom forced you into taking pictures as if it was prom because he wore a matching red dress shirt with a black jacket.

Plus surely the cameras would capture good ones since the whole country was gonna see everyone dance live.

Somehow this university was picked out of all the other ones.

Some kind of miracle.

Or maybe a curse.

But the T birds claimed the principal must’ve slept with the host or something to consider Rydell.

You just gave them a side eye while Miguel scolded them for being dumbasses and always thinking in the gutter.

Both friend groups were together with the exception of Rizzo and Kenickie who split up and were nowhere to be seen.

Everyone was gossiping and judging people’s outfits or people’s dates but you just made yourself comfortable in Miguel’s arms while minding your business.

You felt so happy everything ended up working out and now you could truly be yourself with Miguel without the fear of him acting like a piece of shit.

Because if you were affectionate or doing some kind of pda, he’d just follow your lead.

It was the perfect change of pace after everything that’s happened and you owed it to yourselves to be so smitten in public.

You sighed and hugged him a little tighter when finally one of the professors tells everyone to form a circle and that the cameras will run shortly but that they wanted to do a warm up dance with the band.

Everyone ran inside the circle as soon as the tune of “Rock And Roll Is Here To Stay” started playing. All the couples were already hand in hand while the singletons sat off on the benches off to the side.

You and Miguel started just by dancing next to each other before he was in front of you, grabbing your hands, moving them side to side with his. He then gave you a quick spin before lifting you up, your legs going way up almost hitting the professor, who was keeping an eye out.

Miguel then somehow lifted you over his back and maneuvered you so you’d land straight up in front of him.

The professor was nodding his head before walking away while you continued being in sync with Miguel.

Some of the couples unfortunately couldn’t do that, one guy dropped the girl he was partnered with which resulted in her yelling at him for spoiling her chance to be on national television.

He walked around the circle observing who would still be in and who he’d have to cut short for raunchy actions which turned out to be quite the handful.

He found his way back to you guys when Miguel picked up up again, your legs were around his waist then you’re back in the air before he carefully drops you to the ground and you’re underneath him.

He turns around, grabbing your hands before he picks you back up. You do little bunny skips for a few seconds before picking you up once again, your hands holding the back of his head right. He then dipped you down while your legs cling onto his waist for dear life and he luckily didn’t drop you.

And it caught the eye of the professor who was taking some notes down. Frenchy and Doodie were watching you which had the prof assume they knew you.

Course they did.

But only would Doodie’s dumbass lie when asked about your names, claiming it’s Fred and Ginger. Frenchy scolded him but he just waved her off while the prof wrote those names down.

Meanwhile you and Miguel went to sit at the benches, just to catch your breath for a bit when something came to mind. “What if I get camera shy?” You ask making him laugh.

“I’m sure you’ll be alright. We’ll be good, right? Hm?” He says and you nod.

“We’ll be good.” You answer and he grins.

“Thatta girl. Now come on let’s go.” He says and grabs your hand, pulling you up and going back to the dance floor.

Meanwhile the next song was playing, a little slower one but on one corner of the gym was Rizzo and her new boy toy because she had a pregnancy scare with Kenickie and had no choice but to drop him.

Which only resulted in Kenickie getting Rizzo’s boy toy’s ex girl as his date.

A whole mess but it should’ve been expected with the amount of toxicity Kenickie and Rizzo have shown towards each other.

Rizzo saw them and gasped before stepping in front of her new man so he wouldn’t see but it was hard not to see with Kenickie giving this girl one of his so called “rare souvenirs”.

Jan and Putzie were also dancing. Or attempting to. Jan has only ever led while dancing which had them both in position to lead which only made them look stiff.

Frenchy was asking Doodie if he could at least spin her but he was counting his steps and trying hard to concentrate. It only looked like he was marching on the floor over trying to dance.

Danny and Sandy were off slow dancing, whispering in each others faces while they ignored everyone else around them. He’d occasionally spin her then pull her towards him to snatch a kiss from her.

You and Miguel were dancing back and forth until Miguel started just going backwards while attempting to sing like the singer of the band. “You have such a beautiful voice Miguel.” You tease making him continue at a lower octave.

You laughed and you somehow landed right where half your friend group was. He stops when he sees Kenickie’s date, and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close while your arm was around his waist, not questioning a thing.

“‘Hara meet my date, Cha Cha.” Kenickie introduces him to her but he just shrugs and leans his head against yours.

“What’s up ‘Hara baby?” She says making you scoff but Miguel pulls you even closer to him.

“Who is she?” Doodie asked making Frenchy scoff as well.

“They call me Cha Cha because I’m the best dancer around.” She replies with a cocky smirk making you roll your eyes.

Great.

“With the worst reputation.” Frenchy mumbles making you and Sandy snicker.

He ignored her completely and lets go of you to grab your hand again, leading you back to the dance floor. “Do I wanna ask?” You mutter under your breath making him sigh.

“Ex…. Not girlfriend.. or fling.. we’ll go with dancing partner.” He says, stopping in the middle of the dance floor and pulls you close.

“Past is in the past.” He whispers and places his hands on your waist while yours wrapped behind his neck.

“I only care about my future with the girl I’m going steady with.” He adds and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“That’s good to hear.” You say relieved.

Not that you already didn’t trust his promising words to you but because you could tell she was trying to cause something. A reaction out of either of you which she didn’t get.

The song ended and the band stops until they play the next song which has everyone sprinting to make two straight lines, one for the girls and one for the boys.

The couple at the very end walk through the middle of both lines until they get to the other side by the stage and go to the front of the line meanwhile there’s another couple a few feet from them already dancing

Miguel made sure you were directly in front of him while the rest of the guys directed their girls next to you.

The first few couples you didn’t recognize but from your group was Kenickie and Cha Cha followed by Danny and Sandy. Then it was you and Miguel followed by Frenchy and Doodie.

Then it was Jan and Putzie with Sunny by himself behind them because Marty was too busy flirting it up with the host and uninterested in his flirty attempts towards her. And lastly it was Rizzo and her man.

The song ends and the assistant principal climbs up on stage and yells, “The Rydell fight song!!”

Suddenly the principal and coach make their way through the middle of the line and as they moved the lines disappeared because people were so bumped for the cameras to finally roll.

They climbed on stage and the band stops playing their music while everyone cheers. “When you are finished.” The principal says into a mic and everyone quickly quiets down.

“You will be happy to know I am not judging the dance contest.” She says and the loudest of cheers were immediately screamed from the whole gym.

The coach grins and tries to quiet everyone down, which works out because everyone loves him.

She then goes on what seems to be a lecture to be on the best behavior because national television and blah blah blah, it was going on one ear and directly out of the other, no one gave a shit.

Then finally she introduces Vince Fontaine who was a radio dj and somehow was judging this contest.

All the girls screamed and everyone’s looking around but he was nowhere to be seen until finally he heard his name and stopped flirting with Marty. He ran off from behind some float they had at the back of the gym and ran into the crowd.

Everyone bombarded him and the guys moved him forward, carrying him until he got to the front of the stage. Kenickie and Miguel lifted him up to the stage and he immediately started thrusting into the crowd.

The coach then explains the rules which included couples for some reason had to be boy-girl, if you’re tapped on the shoulder you have to leave the dance floor, and lastly no vulgar movements.

That for some reason had people looking, pointing, and laughing at Rizzo which you found weird and oddly specific they all thought of her but there was no time to question that.

Suddenly the professor from earlier runs on stage and says, “forty seconds.” then scrambled off.

Vince then took the mic and started hyping up the crowd and telling everyone to not worry about the cameras and to just be themselves.

Then the cameras are on and he puts on his professional voice when introducing the band then student body before the band starts playing Hound Dog and all hell breaks loose.

Everyone scrambled to be in a good position, dancing in sync while holding their partner by the waist or hand.

But they stopped as soon as Doodie spotted a camera and called it out making literally the entire floor to try to be at the very front of it.

Guys were carrying their girls up on their shoulders and everyone was waving or blowing kisses to the camera.

But some of the professors were demanding the guys to put the girls down and to get back to dancing again or they’d be disqualified.

Everyone went back to dancing when Miguel grabs your hand and leads you to the very front where all the cameras would be pointing towards.

You danced in front of it and you were glad your nerves didn’t come in otherwise this would’ve been a mess.

Miguel picked you up then spun you around before dancing back and forth to the music.

The camera moved along the front and captured everyone’s excited faces as the song was coming to its end.

One of the other cameras pointed to Vince and Patty and Marty that were on either side of him while they were in the back of the gym.

He hyped up the crowd once again before randomly asking, “Hey does everybody know Marty?”

The T Birds of course yelled that they did and all kinds of stupid things before she made faces at them forgetting just for a second that she was directly on frame.

The next song starts and so many couples were already out. All the couples were in sync with the little hand motions for this specific song and Vince was walking through, now able to look at every couple.

He started off with Kenickie, who was pretending he was slapping Cha Cha while she pretended she was getting hit before thrusting towards him with Kenickie behind him.

He walked away and looked at you and Miguel while you remained eye contact, not stopping from doing the hand jive like everyone else was doing.

He walked around some more before ending up with Marty but he got distracted by Doodie’s horrific dancing in front of him he had to tap his shoulder.

He then walked to the center of the floor where he found Rizzo and her man dancing, vulgarly. He was on his knees as if he was about to eat her out and she was thrusting back and forth.

Vince instantly tapped the man’s shoulder and walked away. Rizzo and her man walked off only for her man to walk past Cha Cha and thrust in front of her which only resulted in Kenickie to jump him.

He started throwing punches and they were thrown right back making the singer of the band shout, “break up, break up, what is that?!?”

Rizzo and Cha Cha tried to break it off but it was hard until Cha Cha led Kenickie back to the dance floor to stay center stage.

That was until there was a circle of the couples that were left and everyone had a chance to be in the middle to show off what they got. Some were of course vulgar because how could they not be?

Some were very impressive and others not so much.

Patty was at the very front with Tom when suddenly Kenickie runs then slides down to Patty before standing back up while lifting her dress up.

She ran away embarrassed and Kenickie dropped to the floor and started thrusting up which prompted the assistant principal to come up and yell at him. But right after someone picked her up and shook her up and down, taking her away.

Just then Miguel pulled you to the center and you started off with more synchronized dances you’d talked about during the week. Everyone cheered and by this point most of the couples were out which was a good sign.

That was until Sunny tried to be sneaky and pull you away from Miguel when you were skipping along behind him but you stepped on Sunny’s shoe and went back to Miguel quickly.

Cha Cha was about to swoop in and take Miguel but luckily you were faster and he grabbed your hand, never a doubt in your mind that he would have picked you over her.

He led you to the very middle and you started grabbing the ends of your dress, twirling it out while you both danced in sync. You used the entire circle that formed around you and ignored everyone besides each other.

Focusing on looking good and not fucking up any of the moves but it all went perfectly and smoothly.

The chemistry through the dances was intense and very clearly unmatched when the principal came down and handed you a plaque which made you cheer and grin at Miguel who had the widest smile yet.

He was so happy and if this wasn’t enough proof to show his growth and how he now didn’t give a shit about his reputation, he didn’t know what would be.

He twirled you around a couple times before giving you a big hug in front of everyone. There were loads of cheers and screams but you only focused on him and kind of just ignoring everything else.

As if you were the last two people standing and there weren’t so many eyes on you. Even the ones from the cameras in front of you.

He pulled away first and left a kiss on your forehead but then brought a hand to your chin, lifting it up before softly pecking your lips. Even louder screams erupted but you zoned them out.

Suddenly the lights turn off and everyone who was around you dispersed, while Blue Moon started to play. Someone grabbed your plaque and you didn’t even see who it was because your eyes were just locked on him.

He stuck his hand out and you grabbed it, you spun inward into him, grabbing his other hand earning some cheers because of how smooth it looked.

Miguel then led, moving you around swiftly, one hand holding yours and the other on your lower back. He spun you in a few circles before dropping you in to a dip which you knew you had to stick a leg out.

Louder cheers echoed through your ears when he picked you back up and spun you around again slowly.

Suddenly the younger trio of the T Birds jump in front of the main camera, their jackets covering their faces, they lean over and pull down their pants and boxers leaving them bare naked, showing their asses to the whole country.

Everyone laughed but you and Miguel didn’t notice, just continued with your dancing while the lighting person focused on their asses over you two, who had won the contest.

The dance ended as soon as that happened. The cameras cut. The lights were turned back on and the “Mooners” were already long gone.

You only noticed because as soon as the lights turned on Miguel grabbed you and ran off to the exit along with the rest of your friend group. Him, Danny, and Kenickie began smacking the other three T birds and scolding them for being dumbasses.

There was chaos all over the place because the professors were trying to see who had the audacity to singlehandedly ruin the university’s reputation further.

Practically everyone went to the drive in after the dance considering it ended so early and no one was trying to go home to their parents at 10pm.

It wasn’t too packed with cars until everyone from Rydell was piling in and parking in whatever spot they could get.

Given you and your friend group were the first ones to get to their designated cars at the uni parking lot and quickly knew where you’d all go to hang and luckily got decent spots.

The girls parked in the lane behind you and Miguel, and the guys were next to them. Luckily there was still enough space between lanes in case Miguel wanted to leave and there’d be no chance of accidents unless one of the T birds did something stupid, which was highly likely.

Kenickie came up to Miguel’s window to which he rolled it down, (because Miguel finally decided to have the top of his convertible back on) and he asks, “do you want some snacks or somethin’?”

Miguel turns to you and you shake your head making Kenickie nod. He leaned in close to the window prompting Miguel to lean in, assuming he had something to tell him.

You tried to mind your business, twiddling at the end of your dress, listening to the hums of the acapella group on the radio, looking straight ahead at the large screen displaying a zombie movie they always play.

Anything to not seem like you were snooping but somehow you didn’t hear a thing when Miguel suddenly scoffs, then laughs before waving Kenickie off.

Kenickie gave him a wide grin before walking away, most likely off with the rest of the gang making you wonder what on earth just happened.

He didn’t say anything and only wrapped his right arm over your shoulder while he rolled his window up but left a tiny bit of space to at least hear the movie.

But that wasn’t top priority in his head.

Top priority was something he’s been thinking about for ages.

A long while since those days you had spent together at the beach.

And what better time to follow through with his dirty ideas than now?

So he brought his hand lower, inching closer and closer to just full on grope your right breast. You could almost sense a change in the air and that was confirmed when his hand didn’t stop it’s movements and indeed did grope you. “Miguel!” You squealed and he laughed before leaning his head down to kiss your neck.

You bit your lip as he squeezed your breast softly but left quite a mark on you. “I-It’s the way we just got here Miguel-“ you stammer as he hums against your skin, sending shivers all throughout your body.

“Do you really care about the damn movie darling?” He murmurs making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Well….”

“That’s what I thought.” He teases and pulls away, now looking at you directly.

“Now.. I had something in mind for tonight.” He says softly before taking his arm off you too.

“And what would that be?” You ask and tilt your head to the side.

What was he plotting?

“Maybe going all the way?” He suggests and you widen your eyes.

“Here?” You ask, making him nod as you laughed.

“You gotta be joking right?” You say and he shakes his head.

“Do you think I’m joking?” He murmurs before going back to kissing your neck.

You breathe in and squeeze your legs together, this man cannot be serious.

“You don’t have tinted windows-” You say but interrupt yourself with a moan leaving your mouth as his right hand went back to groping your right breast.

“Don’t worry, no one’s watching.” He murmurs nonchalantly but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“You have perverted friends Mig, be serious!!” You laugh making him snort.

“Do you want me to remind you how we met-“ he teases, making you groan.

“Fuck-“ you curse and realize it’s practically the same thing.

“This is sort of different- there’s actually people around.” You mumble.

“Kenickie will put ‘em in check and look around this is a hot spot.” He mutters and you could only hum.

It was true.

People wouldn’t exactly be peeking because they were most likely busy themselves.

And you’ve been needing him to fuck you…

So why not after he proved himself to you?

You lightly nod and he grins, “was an offer you couldn’t refuse huh?”

His teasing only made you roll your eyes but he was right. After practically dreaming of it for so long, how could you not?

And after such an overall amazing night, why not?

“You’re such a horn dog you know that?” you tease and he shrugs.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” he murmurs and pecks your lips.

he slowly brought his hand down, just placing it on your thigh and inching lower so he can bring his hand under your dress. “you looked so beautiful tonight.” he murmurs making you sigh.

“you don’t look too bad either.” you teased as you pulled your dress up for him and his hand started squeezing your thigh.

“gonna have to only use my hands because the car’s a bit small..” he murmured and you just nodded, “it’s fine.”

you spread your legs apart, putting your left leg on top of his right and his hand makes it way down, reaching your inner thigh, “y’know i had a whole plan for this, after a nice date, maybe some rose petals and candles…”

“changed your mind?” you asked and he shook his head.

his hand went up until it touched the waistband of your panties and whispered, “you just look too fucking good, i got impatient.”

you felt your face grow warm and you looked at him, a sparkle in your eyes and a sweet smile on your face, “so romantic.”

he fought back a smile but seeing your pretty face, he couldn’t help but smile along with you. “our second time can be special.”

you chuckle and shrug, “this is more like us.”

he grins, leaning in and letting his head rest against yours while his hand went down, now over your clothed pussy. he lightly rubs your clit with two fingers, feeling you relax as you lay your head on his shoulder. “it’s felt like ages since the last time.” he whispered and you let out a sigh.

“a whole month.” you whined, making him groan, “a month and three days.”

“someone’s keeping track.” you tease then let out a moan when he starts to rub your clit faster.

“that’s it.. let me hear you doll, i’ve missed you.” he purrs and you hold onto his arm, bucking your hips up to grind against his fingers.

“missed your touch baby.” you whisper earning yourself a moan from him.

“let’s never go this long again.” he mumbles and you quickly nod.

“it’s been torture.. but maybe worth it.” you say and he hums, “whys that?”

you tilt your head up to look at him and he looks down at you, “because it’s gonna feel so good when you’re finally inside me…”

he takes a deep breath and you move your left hand, putting it on his thigh then slowly trailing it up, “you’re actually going to kill me.”

“and you are too with how slow you’re movin’” you whine, making him scoff.

“sorry for trying to set the mood.” he says fake defensively and gives you a pout.

“mood is set, c’mon we’re doing this.” you say, moving your panties to the side with your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” he says and brings his right hand to his mouth.

he sucks on two fingers just for your viewing pleasure then gathers his saliva onto them to ensure you’re nice and wet whether you already are or not. he then pulls them away and a string of saliva connects his finger and his tongue making your brain turn to mush.

he looked so fucking good. he had no business looking so hot doing something so dirty.

he then brought his hand down between your legs again and let his fingers rub gently against your folds. your pool of slick and his wet fingers combined together, perfect for the idea in his head.

his fingers go to tease your entrance for a solid two seconds before actually slipping them inside. your walls immediately clenched against them and you moved your hand higher until you felt his bulge. he opened his mouth to complain when you suddenly started to stroke him through his pants — you both moaned, unable to hide how good it feels.

you’d only just begun but felt like you’d be able to come fast just because it was finally him touching you. you weren’t relying on your own fingers after a month and it was surreal.

it was like his touch ignited something in you that only he was able to do. you usually felt it when he held your hand or waist but this time it was stronger.

you stroked him faster as he pumped his fingers deeper, still keeping a slow pace. he was paying close attention to the wet noises, it was like music to his ears. you were slightly distracting him but he was luckily good at multitasking.

you attempted to undo his pants with one hand but struggling miserably so he helped you with his left hand. he stood up the tiniest bit just to pull his pants down over his ass and kept them by his thighs.

he went back to focusing on the pace he set but as your stroking was starting off fast, he matched your pace instead. your eyes fluttered and you laid your head against his shoulder again to be more comfortable.

you let out some deep breaths, already on the verge of asking him for more but knowing he’d make you wait. he on the other hand thought you’d need this and didn’t want to be too pushy or accidentally be too greedy so he figured he’d stretch you out with his fingers.

you let out quiet moans as you slipped your hand inside his boxers and take it out. his cock springs up and you quickly take hold of it, leaning over to spit on it then stroke it. he groans as you went back to your previous position and pumps his fingers faster, “fuck baby-“

“feels too good-“ you murmured, making him grunt, “yeah? feel good doll?”

you nod and grind your hips up, “need more.”

“you sure?” he asks and you eagerly nod.

“please.” you murmur, and he practically melts.

he slips his fingers out of you and you quickly let him go as he motions for you to get on top, “c’mere, c’mere.”

cock already out and ready for you, you nod and sit up, swinging your right leg over until you’re straddling his lap. you grab the ends of your dress and bring it up to your stomach, “hey, we’re gonna take this slow okay?” he says as you hover over him.

you pout and he just brings a hand to your face, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb, “don’t worry, i won’t keep you waiting too long.”

“better not, been waiting three months.” you whine and he pouts, “you have been so patient huh, baby?”

you bit your lip and nod, “slip it in and take your time.” he murmurs as you lift yourself up and line his cock up to your entrance.

just the tip teasing it alone was insane. after all you’re both finally getting what you’ve been craving the most.

“fuck please.” you whine as his tip slips to the side because you were extremely drenched.

he then helps you and you slowly feel it going in. you gasp and cover your hand over your mouth, “oh fuck-!”

“shhh, you have to be quiet baby, I don’t want these perverts to hear how good my girl sounds for me.” he says, making you whimper. you’ll never get tired of hearing that.

you then grip onto to his shoulders as his hands are on your waist, patiently. you slide down and more whimpers erupt from your mouth.

he was so thick.

maybe it was a good thing he fingered you first otherwise you would not have been anywhere near prepared.

“take your time baby.” he whispers and you nod.

you straighten yourself up and just stay like that, only having the tip inside, to get use to it. after a few seconds you feel fine and slide down some more slowly. you both moan and his grip on your waist tightens.

“miguel please just fuck me.” you whine and he shakes his head.

“I need you to get use to it before I do.” he says, making you groan.

“need you.” you whine and he shakes his head again.

“you’re doing so good already baby, just keep going until you can fit it all.” he murmurs and you sigh.

you know he desperately wants to fuck you, and you want the same but he also didn’t want to hurt you. he wanted it to be completely enjoyable for you so he thought having you take it in cowgirl was a good start because you had full control.

“c’mon baby, you can do it.” he murmurs as you pull yourself up then right back down.

you were able to take a tiny bit more but it was still a lot. you already felt so full and you were probably about halfway. this was a problem you never thought you’d have but apparently anything can happen.

“just like that angel, doing so good for me.” he purrs and look down at your pussy slowly taking him in.

it was quite the sight. he wasn’t so sure how he had been able to control himself around you because you were both horny people but somehow kept your hands off each other. mostly just to not rely on sexual things for your relationship.

it helped. your relationship had been thriving but now it was finally time to go all the way.

“i didn’t think i’d need to fucking practice.” you whined, earning yourself a laugh from him.

“baby you’ve got eyes, you already knew.” he murmurs and you shrug.

you lower yourself down, now feeling pleasure over slight pain so you full on sat on his lap, his length fully inside you now. you both moaned and his fingers dug into your skin, “so perfect baby-“

“so big..” you murmured and leaned your head forward towards his.

he moans and that’s when you decide to start moving. you pulled yourself up then bounced your ass down until you could feel him all inside you. “fucking shit- fuck baby.. gonna make me come so quick, just so tight.”

your eyes lit up with his words and your gummy walls clenched against him, making him twitch. he took a breather and pulled your hips up then helped you go down. he helped you for a few more minutes until you got the hang of it and began doing it yourself.

he watched you in absolute awe. he never thought he’d gain feelings for someone, let alone such strong ones that filled his every waking thought. and those feeling always seemed to keep him up at night as well.

he didn’t realize how badly he needed you like this until he looked down to watch how your pussy took his cock in. it’s exactly what he’s been desperately needing.

and it was like he fit perfectly inside you, like a missing puzzle piece. like you belonged together.

he thought it was enough teasing for the night so he quickly grabbed you tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he then sat up before bringing your body down so you could lay down whilst still inside you.

“you ready?” he asks and you nod.

without another word he starts to properly fuck you, pulling your legs back which had you thinking to hold on to them so you did.

his thrusts were fast and messy, already feeling he could explode because you felt incredible. he swore he’s never felt pleasure this god-like until he met you.

he could’ve sworn you amplified the feeling when you touched him. it was all he could ever ask for in life, someone who drove him crazy in more ways than one.

your eyes fluttered shut as he relentlessly thrusted into you, the sweet melody of your moans filled his ears and it was the only noises he’d ever need.

“fuck miguel- god- filling me up so good.” you moaned and he swore he could feel himself twitch already.

“gonna fill you up alright..” he murmurs and holds onto the back of your thighs to help stable himself.

you moaned his name and watch how he fucked you to perfection. the way your pussy took his cock in was mesmerizing and if was such a pretty view. it was all you had been wanting and you finally got it, and it was better than anything you could’ve imagined.

he lowered himself down until he got right in front of your face and he starts going harder while he leaned down to kiss you. you instantly kissed back, moaning in his mouth with nearly every thrust.

he slid his tongue into your mouth and explored every crevice as you brought your hands up to his hair. you run your fingers through it, messing up his style just because you needed something to play with.

you tugged on them, making him moan into your mouth which just had you grinning ear to ear. you pulled away and he went down to your neck, kissing and licking every inch he could before he sucked a love bite into your skin, “fuck mig- p-please don’t stop-“ you whimpered out and he took your words to heart.

his thrusts were now the perfect combination of fast and hard, making sure you’d let out any and all the noises your heart desired. the car was moving back and forth and you could only pray that everyone around you was doing the same.

“too fucking perfect doll- god you’re amazing-“ he murmurs against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

he pulled away from your neck and looks into your eyes as he feels himself already getting closer to the edge. you could feel him twitch inside you again but this time it was enough for you to clench against him. he swore under his breath then watched your face perfectly.

your eyes were fighting hard to stay open and he was having a hard time keeping it together. but with each passing thrust he felt you getting close to the edge along with him. your face contorted and he knew you wouldn’t be able to lie so he fucked his hips into your repeatedly, desperate to cum.

he felt his orgasm building and he looked at you with pure joy in his eyes, well it was more of something else that he had never felt before, and there was no better time to admit it than now, “I love you.”

you snapped out of your hazy world and blinked, wondering if you really just heard that. his eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed into a pretty red color while you remained speechless. his thrusts were going deeper and you were glad he didn’t stop, otherwise you were going to assume this was all a dream.

you brought a hand up to his cheek, slight tears welling in your eyes as you smiled, “I love you.”

he grinned, tears threatening to fall out of his as well because he was just filled with so much love. so much love that he didn’t think was possible to feel.

you single-handedly changed him and had gotten him wrapped around your finger. the best part was he didn’t mind one bit.

right at that moment you both reached your orgasms and sealed the magic words with a loving kiss that you didn’t want to pull away from. he spilled his load as deep as he could go as you shook beneath him, holding onto him for dear life as he kissed you softly.

he slowed down and let you ride out your highs as you continued your sweet, sloppy kiss with tears running down both your cheeks. he pulled away, bringing a hand up to wipe them away while you did the same to his.

you let out a choked laugh, feeling so happy like you were on top of the world. he smiled and gave you a peck before pulling out of you then getting off you.

you fixed your panties then pulled your dress down as miguel helped you sit up then pulled you into his arms. you embraced him and cling onto him tightly to ensure he’s real. once you heard him let out an exaggerated cough, you knew he was.

and now there was no doubt in your mind that you made the right decision. that you were right to forgive him. and that you were truly, madly, hopelessly in love with miguel o’hara.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!Fem Reader

Summary: Venus goes on live after rehearsal and lets her fans take a glimpse into what her and Joe's nights together are like.

Chapter 24: Mr. Perfect

#Track9 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

TW: implied smut, language, haters.

WC: about 2k

Part 1 🖤

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@musicbyvenus has started an Instagram Live! Come join!

“Hello, all you beautiful people. How are my babes doing tonight? I haven’t done this in a hot minute, so be patient with me. I had a really long day and thought the best way to unwind would be for me to unload onto my darling fans.” The woman chuckled to herself while watching the viewer count grow by hundreds per minute.

Tell us all about your day bestie!

How are rehearsals going?

Are you gonna release the set list yet?

How’s Joe doing?

Where’s Joe?!?

“Wow these are coming in fast. I’m going to try and answer as many of your questions as possible, but thank you guys for just being here with me. I know I tend to go a bit awol with my public appearances, so I appreciate everyone here. Rehearsals are going great, I’m very happy with how the show is looking.”

 @MarsOfficial Im expecting a least two Hamilton songs while I’m in attendance 

“You always expect so much of me; you’re starting to sound like my mother, Y/Bff.”

@MarsOfficial then maybe you should start listening to me

A light-hearted giggle makes its way into the air as she reads her best friend’s comment. “I always listen to you!”

@MarsOfficial fat liesssss

“Y'all listen; the only reason I am in a relationship right now is because Y/Bff and Riana, two of my best friends, literally pushed us together. None of this would’ve happened without them.”

“What wouldn’t have happened without who?” A deep voice coming from behind her says.

OMG ITS JOEY

Joe said shit i have to work lol

PLEASE ASK HIM TO STAY

ON GOD HES SO HOT

I DON'T KNOW WHY I expected him to walk in shirtless, but I’m kinda disappointed 

IS HE COMING TO THE LA SHOW???

“I was talking about how we got together.” Y/n peaks behind herself to watch the quarterback snicker while fishing through their kitchen cabinets.

“Oh you mean when your friends pretended to be my ex to make you jealous? Yea they were a great help.” Joe rolled his eyes while grabbing a snack and a bottle of water. “I’ll have you know, I was fully capable of doing that on my own.”

@Riri.intl24 why is he lying, he had almost two years to make a move and DIDNT

“Riana begs to differ. Can you grab me-“ Y/n’s cut off by her own water and snack being dangled in front of her. “Thank you.”

WHAT A GENTLEMAN 

UGH I WANT ONE

IS THAT A CLIFF BAR

Y/n we’re judging you so hard right now

Joe takes a seat next to her but slightly out of camera. “Of course, and tell Riana I was trying to time it right.”

“Ok Mr. Time-Is-Of-The-Essence.” She smirked, then turned back to her phone. “Why are you people roasting my cliff bar?”

@MarsOfficial because you once said it tasted like good dirt then proceeded to inhale one

“I’m going to ignore that. Let’s answer some questions! Yes, Joey’s going to be at the LA show. I am not releasing the set list, but I do have an announcement regarding it. I’ve decided that my show will be about 2 hours long and each show will have 3-4 different surprise songs. I’m very excited about that. If yall have been keeping up on X, then you’d know the first show’s theme is ‘Slumber Party’. Unfortunately I can’t kick anyone out if they don’t dress up-“

ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO PERFORM HAMILTON SONGS?

Is Walk Like This on the Set List

“Fantastic.”

THE NERVE

“You are not anyone, you have to dress up.” She pointed at the man.

YESSS SIS

You should bring him on stage with you!

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

Joey shook his head and sighed, “I was joking babe, kinda.”

“Uh huh sureeee. Whoever asked about Walk Like This, this answer is 100%. I absolutely love that song and the choreo, ugh amazing. I can’t wait to perform it.”

What song is Joe most excited for?

What songs will you absolutely NOT be singing?

Is ‘The One’ on the no list?

“I don’t even have to ask him which one he wants to see the most. Joey?”

“Crazy for You.” He smiled.

“See, he’s extremely predictable.”

scripted

“Ok hold on, I also like what you did with Tell Me You Love Me.” He so kindly added.

“Why thank you kind sir.”

@lahjay10_ gross

We love a supportive boyfriend 

Husband Material

Get married please

ADOPT ME

Not all of Team Shiesty being in the comments

It's in their dating contract

“Yall are too funny.” Y/n looks over at Joe to see him with his head thrown back laughing. “What is it?”

“Your accent.” He coughed out.

“Joey, I don't have an accent.” She pouts.

Nahhh we know a southern belle when we hear one

Someone forgot she’s from Georgia

You’d think it’d get weaker the longer she stays up north

orrrr maybe she still has it because she doesn't actually live in Ohio

“Yes you do, but don’t worry I think it’s absolutely adorable.”

“I can’t with you.” She rolled her eyes, but the smile spreading across her cheeks told him otherwise.

@MarsOfficial I KNEW IT 

@MarsOfficial I knew he had a thing for your country shit

“Aight, we are getting off task! Is there a No list? Technically yes, but no ‘The One’ is not on it. And before any of you start, Joseph, please tell the people how you feel about ‘The One’ once and for all.” Y/n turns the phone so the fans have a full picture of him.

“I feel like people have been waiting and praying for this moment.” He chuckles brushing his fingers through his hair. 

CAUSE WE HAVEEEEE

TELL USSSS

WE NEED TO KNOW

He raises his right hand. “Ok, everyone listening. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals.” 

“Oh my god.”

“I’m trying to deliver an address here, princess.” He said sternly. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and throw away the key.

Stop making me feel singleeee

“Ok where were we, right. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals, solemnly swear that Track Nine is one of my actual favorite songs that Y/n has put out. Now all the commotion stops here, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.” As he finishes, they lock eyes and simultaneously burst into fits of laughter.

I knew it wasn’t that serious

We were clickbaited

THEY FOOLED US

Social Media is the devil

@MarsOfficial I tried to tell you

Her next project is gonna go so crazy

Hiiii from Canada

Instead of turning the phone back towards his girlfriend, Joey gently cuffs her waist and pulls her over to himself so she can continue her job. Then rests his hand over her shoulder.

Yoooo if you couldn’t see the height difference then, you def see it now🤭

Ugh they look so damn good together 

Yall should do an whole day in the life

What happened to not liking cameras Joey???

“Okay guys, I think I’m gonna take a few more questions then call it a night.”

Noooo

Has Joe seen the entire show?

Booooo

Yes get off so Joe can get off from work and see his real girl

European fans here!!!

What is your ideal date night?

“I know I know, but our dinner’s almost here so we gotta wrap this up. No, he has not seen the whole show. I need my man to be surprised too. More importantly, he has no clue how Crazy for Me is being set.” She smirked as she felt his hand move down to her thigh.

Oh they gon wrap something else up tonight too

“Oh but does my mind wonder.” He bites his lip, no longer able to pay attention to anything but the woman on his right.

Omg the sexual tension is brewing

His hand continues to stroke her thigh until his phone goes off. “Fuck, food’s here.” He gets up and rounds the couch, but before he completely passes her their dark eyes meet and he makes a quick stop. 

@MarsOfficial I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, they are literally CRAZY for each other

Dream vacation??

I’m sorry why can’t a man look at me like that

She was right about this not lasting very long

Shiiiiii I wonder how long HE lasts👀

@lahjay10_ yalls comments are getting out of hand

A strong but gentle hand lightly pulls her head back and they smile before he connects his lips to hers for a shy but sweet kiss, then he pecks her forehead and leaves the frame. 

AGAIN A MAN LIKE THAT PLEASE

GOD WHOEVER IS LISTENING THANK YOU

That looked mad forced

You make me feel so single🤧

If you weren’t famous, what would you be doing?

Y/n quickly clears her throat before looking back at her comments. 

@lahjay10_ oh god, get that off of my phone

She’s so flusteredddd

Girl we understand whewwww

“Uno, go away. Okay um, speed round. Dream vacation is definitely Greece. Ideal date night depends on how we’re feeling, but you can’t go wrong with a nice restaurant then coming home and getting in the hot tub. If I weren’t famous what would I be doing?”

Joe Burrow.

The man right behind you

That one Cincinnati quarterback maybe🤭

regular shit because they wouldn't even know each other

yall are unhinged 

Her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend setting up their dinner. “Hmmmm yes to the first three.”

QUEEN

@Riri.intl24 Girl focus!

@MarsOfficial Ridiculous.

“Ok but for real if I wasn’t famous I guess I’d be trying to put myself through school.” She shrugged.

“Nope, you’d be in your residency program like you’re supposed to because I’d take care of everything. Now sign off of there so I can have my dessert.” He stated from the background.

“We didn’t order any dessert.”

Joe darkly smiled, “we didn’t have to. Everything I want is already here.”

HOT SHIT

OMG

thats so scripted🥱

I THREW THE PHONE

MSKSKFYCYHC

GIRL GO

“Fuck me.” She says under her breath, then reaches for her phone. 

“I’m trying.” 

SCREAMING

@lahjay10_ imma clown his ass for this so much

@MarsOfficial Venus you need to move faster

@Riri.intl24 Esa comida no se comerá pronto

(translation: that food is not getting eaten anytime soon)

“Jesus, bye babes. Love yall, and I can’t wait to meet you soon.” She stands, blows the camera a quick kiss, and turns off the phone.

As she walks toward the dining room, he meets her half way and backs her up against a wall. “Fucking finally, I’ve wanted you since I first walked in.” 

His hands go straight to her soft waist and his lips meet hers with an intense fervor. Breathless moans are smothered against his lips and her fingers tangle in his hair. “Wha-what about the food?” 

Joe grips her ass, his lips pull off of hers, and they begin to suck purple bruises on her neck and behind her ear. “You always say it tastes better after it's reheated anyway.” 

He pecks her lips and smiles at his handy work: her lips swollen and red, eyes burning with a dark desire, neck glistening with a shiny magenta hue and knees trembling from the pressure. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her face heats up as she takes in the sight of her lover with a matching set of glossy lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, and I’m about to show you exactly how much.” He smirks then throws her over his shoulder and takes off towards the bedroom. 

“Joey!”

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a/n: part two this weekend♡

<<< Ch. 23: Tour Countdown | Part Two >>>

[starsforselene]

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Afab reader

Rating: explicit MDNI

Contains: masturbation (m), mentions of recorded sex acts, mentions of vaginal penetration

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Mingyu misses you during a sleepless night while he’s away. Thankfully, he has a special folder full of memories you two have been working on.

Note: This is a little different than things I’ve written before. Would love to know if it’s a hit or miss? Haha.

—/

Mingyu tossed and turned, trying to find comfort in yet another hotel bed. While there’s nothing wrong with this undoubtedly expensive mattress and the high thread count sheets, it wasn’t home. He knows the traveling is part of what he signed up for, but tonight the bed is too big; it’s too empty.

He reaches for his phone and squints at the brightness until he can adjust, thinking maybe he can send you a text or maybe even call, anything to feel connected to you. Of course, it’s 3:45 AM and you’re asleep by now, and no matter how lonely he feels it’s not lonely enough to wake you up.

Scrolling through social media does nothing to ease the heavy feeling that’s settled in his chest, the ache of missing someone. He pulls up the photos app and scrolls through the album you made for him; photos he’s taken either of you or of the two of you that bring back memories. So you can have it handy when you miss me, you said when he’d asked about it.

It helps tonight, the images of times spent together from those shy first dates to the familiarity of having someone he can know is his, someone he counts on and loves that he can confidently know loves him for who he is. Your smiling face looking back at him from your spot on a beach towel after a day trip to the coast, your back shining in the sun, your hair whipping wildly around you from the ocean breeze…the way your waist curves perfectly and the swimsuit bottoms that barely covered your ass.

Something stirs inside him, a pull deep in his belly that he’s well acquainted with. Flashes of you running through the waves that day, the way you laughed and splashed at him, your body dripping wet from the saltwater. How he laid you down on a beach towel as the sun set and worshiped every inch of you; how you squirmed as he tasted the salt on your skin, your sweet moans and whimpers as he buried himself inside you—fuck. He groans as his now hard cock strains against his boxers.

Mingyu backs out of the photo and makes his way towards another album, one that’s locked behind a password only the two of you know. There’s this small thrill that tickles his stomach as he puts in the passcode and the album opens up, the previews from the various photos and videos enough to make his cock twitch and arousal buzz through his limbs.

He caresses his fingers down his chest, breath faltering as he pictures your hands there instead. His fingers hover on the waistband of his underwear as he scrolls for the one video that never fails to make his blood rush. He finally finds it, the preview image alone has him palming his throbbing cock over the thin material of his underwear even though that’s not going to cut it and he knows this.

The video starts playing, your voice playing over the phone speakers, transporting him back to that night, how you were just as giddy as him when he had decided to pull his phone out and record you both—for the memories—you had said.

Mingyu groans to himself as the camera finally settles on a shot of you on top of him, hand on his cock as you run the head between your glistening folds. There’s a moment where you giggle and ask him if the flash needs to be on and he smirks through the haze of his arousal at your playfulness. The mood quickly shifts as you finally align him with your entrance and slowly sink yourself on his cock, a combined gasp from you both making him throb and leak pre cum.

Unable to tease himself any longer, he pulls down his underwear just enough to be able to stroke himself fully, his eyes rolling back momentarily as he finally gives in to his need. He runs the slick that’s gathered at the tip down his shaft, a low moan rising from his throat at how fucking good it feels as he watches you swivel your hips onto his cock on screen, your sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet hotel room.

“Fuck, Gyu, your cock feels so good baby. So full—shit.”

Your words make him pump himself faster, desperately wishing he was feeling your tight walls clenching around him instead; the memory of your tight heat spurring him on. He watches you ride him, the way you eagerly take all of him with every rise and fall of your hips, the lewd smacking sounds making his belly tighten.

“That’s it, gorgeous, fuck yourself on my cock. Just like that.” He listens to the way you whine and groan to his praise, his balls tightening as he watches your hand appear on screen to rub tight circles on your clit.

His breathing is uneven from trying to hold back just long enough to get to his favorite part, thigh muscles straining as his hips lift into his hand to match the pace you're keeping in the video. You’re moaning louder now and he knows from memory that you’re about to come, his own release fast approaching as he watches your hips falter and his own pick up the slack to get you there. The way you’re chanting his name, begging him to keep fucking you like that makes the room spin. He stops holding back; fisting himself harder, twisting at the head just the right way, his limbs burning with need.

Mingyu watches you come on his cock with a breathless cry, his name on your lips, the way you quiver on top of him with each pulse of your orgasm—that’s what does it. He whimpers, your name moaned out into the empty room as he works himself through his release, spilling come on his stomach with every pump of his hand. With every throb of his cock he wishes more than anything it was you he was coming inside of, you praising him for doing so well, you kissing his face as he comes down from the heaven you bring him to.

It’s not, but it’ll have to do, he thinks with a sigh as he finally settles. The heaviness feels delightful; he’s no longer a ball of anxiety and the loneliness has dulled in his chest. Sleep tries to claim him as he fumbles for a tissue to clean himself off, suddenly more tired than he’s ever been.

He takes care of the mess as best he can, ready to pass out until he’s needed again when he hears his phone buzz on the nightstand. His brows knit together as he reaches for it, his heart flopping in his chest when he sees it’s you.

“Baby, are you okay? It’s so late.”

“Yeah I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m okay I just…I missed you. I had a dream about you and now I can’t sleep,” you say quietly.

He knows that tone, though, and he smirks as he lays back against the pillows again.

“Tell me all about it, gorgeous.”

[heartsforvin]

vinnies streaming and yn kisses his cheek not knowing hes streaming and vinnie covers the camera but the chat goes crazy cause they saw yn

CAUGHT ON CAMERA

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names, overall fluff, if i missed anything lmk !!

summary; you accidentally kiss vinnie while he’s streaming, forgetting your relationship isn’t public yet

your relationship with vinnie is pretty private for the most part. his fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who the lucky girl is.

you knew pretty quickly that vinnie’s fanbase can get super overprotective and jealous, as if they knew him in real life.

it worried you at first, wondering if this was going to be an issue for you, but you realized that if you really wanted this to work with vinnie, you’d get past that minor obstacle.

so far you have, some days are tougher than others, but you have vinnie with you to make it better.

the two of you haven’t been together for too long, only about six months, but you knew vinnie was the best guy you’ve ever been with.

the love the two of you have for each other is endless, and you know he’d say the same thing if asked.

walking into vinnie’s room, you smile when you see him playing one of his favorite games again.

it makes you happy to see, he’s been pretty busy the past few days, which is good, but you know how much he loves his video games.

vinnie turns around and see’s you laying on his bed with hera, he gives you a smile and mouths ‘i love you’ before turning back to his game.

you wonder why he didn’t say the words but don’t take too much consideration into it. instead, you lay on your stomach as you scroll through your phone, occasionally petting the cat beside you.

about twenty minutes later you soon get bored of your phone and decide to go see how vinnie’s doing.

walking over to his gaming setup, you wrap your arms around the boy from behind and duck your head down to kiss his cheek.

you continue to do so but soon stop when you hear a gasp come from vinnie. you look up and see he’s covering his camera while looking at you.

“what are you doing?” the question doesn’t come out as harsh, but you can’t help but feel a sting in your chest when asked.

“kissing you?” you ask back as if it wasn’t obvious as to what you just did.

you stand up straight and cross your arms over your chest. “can i not kiss you?” you ask once the room became silent.

the two of you look at each other for a moment, you move your gaze from your boyfriend to behind him, and that’s when you realize.

“oh shit,” you quietly say, covering your mouth so you don’t laugh. “i’m sorry, baby.”

vinnie turns his attention to his pc for a second, and just as he thought, the chat is going crazy with questions.

“secrets out now.” vinnie says before moving his hand away from his camera. once he does, you watch as his chat floods in with questions and compliments.

pushing vinnie’s chair out a bit, you go to sit on his lap, his hands immediately finding their home on your waist.

the minute he does that you watch as people freak out over that mere interaction. one that the two of you are so used to, but everyone else is not.

“well guys,” vinnie starts as he pauses his game to talk to his chat. “this is y/n, and she’s the girl i’ve been dating for the last six months, the best six months.” he says, looking at you when he says the last few words.

you smile and say hello to everyone. you watch as the questions and compliments continue, but you also see some not so nice things, too.

vinnie can tell you’re tensing up while reading the chat, he squeezes your hip lightly to let you know that he’s here and everything is okay.

you put on a smile and answer any questions people might have. vinnie watches you talk to his fans and can’t help but smile.

he knows there will be good times and bad, but also knows you’re the strongest woman in the world and as long as he’s beside you, you’ll be okay.

before the two of you know it hours have passed and it’s now dark outside. vinnie taps your thigh and you stand up, walking to stand behind his chair.

you watch as vinnie wraps up the stream and tells everyone he’ll be back either the next day or day after.

once he turns off his pc, you smile and go to kiss him. he wraps his arms around your waist while yours go to his neck.

“i love you.” he tells you, you smile and blush, although you’ve heard those words before.

“i love you more, vin. im so glad that went well.” you tell him, vinnie nods in agreement.

the two of you know whatever people say about you or vinnie or the two of you together isn’t true, it could all just be lies or rumors.

as long as the two of you have each other, everything will forever be alright.

hiiii i hope you guys liked this !!! i’m sorry it’s taking me so long to update yall 🥲 work’s busy and i’m always exhausted when i get home

but i got this up and i really like how it turned out !!! i hope you all like it too !!

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[pretty-red-garnet]

Brothers Part 2

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Quarry/CDC • Fluff/Angst

Part one can be read here! I hope you all enjoy part two. Oh, and surprise! There will be another part. I went a little overboard so there will be a third and maybe forth(?) part, haven’t decided yet.

✭TW✭ This chapter takes place during the episode where Shane does that to Lori and this chapter puts some emphasis on it. If SA is a subject that bothers you to read about, maybe check out something else I’ve written. My Masterlist can be found here. :)

The drive to the CDC is long. It's filled with some light conversation, but after Jim decided he wanted to be left on the side of the rode, unable to take the pain anymore, you and Daryl quieted. Even then, it was a mostly comfortable silence. Daryl was never very talkative, so quiet wasn't unusual even normally.

Once you and the group arrive at the compound, it's almost dark. It's surrounded by a few walkers, but mostly dead military people, there's even a tank sitting in front. It seemed they tried to fight them off, but failed miserably.

     You follow Daryl out of the truck and meet up with the rest of the group. The group is careful to stick together, Shane tells them to keep quiet and close and they do. Carol and Lori keep their kids held tightly to them, muttering encouragements.

     Shane and Rick try banging on the large, metal doors of the building. No answer.

     "There's nobody here," T-Dog says.

     "Then why are the shutters closed?" Rick asks, looking quizzically at the doors.

     "Walkers!" Daryl calls out. He sticks an arm out to bring you behind him, blocking you from the dead. He raises his crossbow and shoots the walker.

     "You led us to a graveyard!" He shouts, angrily. He pushes you further behind him.

     "He made a call," Shane tries to reason, although he himself sounds frustrated.

     "It was the wrong damn call!" Daryl yells. Shane shouts at him to shut up, frustrating you even more at his ill-directed anger.

     "Rick, this is a dead end." The women begin to panic, and Shane brings up Fort Benning again.

     "Fort Benning is too far, Shane. We have no gas, no food," you say. He doesn't say anything, but he sneers slightly in your direction.

     The group is about to head back to the vehicles, get out of the open to figure out the next move, before Rick sees movement from the camera sat above the door.

     "The camera, it moved," he says, staring up at it. You look up, glaring at it intensely to try and will it to move again. It doesn't.

     Your brother argues with him, denies that it moved, trying desperately to get him back to the cars. Rick refuses, adamant that he saw it move, and begins to slam on the shutters.

     "Rick, there's nobody there!" Lori yells at him. Rick continues to yell and bang on the doors, resulting in Lori and Shane trying to drag him away. Shane orders everyone to get back to the cars. You step out from behind Daryl.

     "Rick, they're right. We have to get out of here," you say, a desperate attempt to reason with him. He ignores you, yells and slams on the door, pleading with whoever's in there to open the shutters.

     The group is just about to leave, Rick finally beginning to follow, before the doors open. It's bright and blinding, you cover your eyes to shield them. Everyone hesitates, but slowly begin to trickle in the open doors. It's dark inside the lobby of the building, empty and cold.

     "Hello?" Rick calls. There's a man there, gripping a rifle. You slowly move your hand to rest on your gun holster, your cop instinct kicking in.

     "Anybody infected?" The stranger asks.

     "One of our group was," Rick answers. "He didn't make it." The man seems to nod slightly.

     "Why are you here? What do you want?" He asks. Rick takes a breath before answering.

     "A chance."

     A blood test was the price of admission, the man's way of being positive no one was infected. The man, who's name you learned to be Dr. Jenner, takes you all down an elevator and into another, larger room.

     "Vi, being up the lights in the big room. Welcome to zone 5." You look around warily as the lights kick on.

     "Where is everybody? The other doctors? The staff?" Rick asks. Jenner looks hesitant to answer.

     "I'm it. It's just me," he says. Your heart drops to your stomach and your steps falter. As it turns out, Vi was just a computer. There's nobody, no doctors, no cure, no answers.

     "You ok?" Daryl asks. He's been sticking close to you the entire time.

     "Yeah, I'm good," you say. He nods unsurely and places a hand on your upper arm.

     "Come on, keep up."

     Everyone takes their blood tests. Andrea is last, and almost passes out afterwards. Jacqui explains how no one was eaten in days, and so Jenner leads everyone to the dining hall.

     Your group and Jenner all sit around a large round table. You eat and drink, the wine slightly numbs the feeling of doom you have in your chest. It doesn't completely rid it, however.

     But everyone laughs and jokes. Carl tries a sip of wine and everyone cracks up when he's disgusted by the taste. The boy you considered a nephew's smile helps you to feel something good. That, and Daryl.

     "Keep drinking little man. I wanna see how red your face can get," Daryl pokes fun at Glenn, and you giggle. Daryl catches your smile and gives you a little half-smile of his own. He sits down on the chair next to you, tipping— and almost emptying— a wine bottle into your glass.

     "You trying to get me drunk?" You ask, teasingly. He just shrugs and gives you one last little pour into your cup. You elbow him and he grins. Daryl looks especially handsome. Maybe it's the wine, or maybe it's the feelings you've tried to keep buried making themself known. Whatever it is, it makes you stare and admire him.

     Rick taps his glass and makes a toast to Jenner, and everyone follows. It breaks you from your trance and you glance at Shane, who's sitting across from you. He has a grim expression, and he's staring at you and Daryl with a look of detest. You roll your eyes.

     "Here's to you doc," Daryl says, popping open another bottle. "Booyah!" T-Dog and Dale copy his cheer and you laugh, leaning back and taking a large sip of your drink.

     Shane brings down the celebratory mood with his questioning, asking Jenner what happened with all the other doctors. Jenner's answer is just as much depressing, as he explains many other doctors decided to 'opt out,' as he put it. Everyone gets quiet after, and so dinner is finished off quickly.

     When everybody is done, the doctor leads your group to the living area where there's room for everyone to sleep. Jenner is talking but you're mostly tuning him out.

"Hot water?" Glenn's excited tone brings you back to reality.

"That's what the man said," T-Dog says, both of them sharing matching grins. You let your own slip at the thought of a nice, scorching hot shower. It seems everyone thinks the same, they all rush to their own room.

"Enjoy your shower Dixon, you need one," you tease. He grunts, turning away and heading into the nearest empty room with a bottle of booze dangling from his fingers. You can see the slightest smile on his face right before he closes the door.

You take the best shower of your life. The steam fills the small bathroom as you stand still, letting the hot water spray on you. You sigh happily, trying to forget the horrors of the world for just a minute.

You eventually turn it off, step out, and wrap yourself in a fuzzy towel. You get dressed quickly and decide to take a trip to the rec room. You had spotted a bookshelf when walking by, and you used to enjoy reading a lot.

You hear voices as you get close. You furrow your brows when you make out the voice, a panicked Lori. You rush to the door and push it open quickly.

"Get your hands off of me!" She yelps. Shane has her pressed against the table, his hand between her legs as she desperately tries to push him away.

"Shane!" You screech. You slam the door behind you, making your way to him in three quick steps. You grab the back of his shirt and yank him as hard as you can, using all the night you can muster to throw him to the wall.

He stands there against the wall, in a stupor with a hand to his scratched neck. It seems Lori took a chunk out of it, three long scratches are present there. She still leans on the table for support, shaking and terrified.

"What the fuck?" You say in a rage. The man in front of you was once your brother, but now it's like he's a stranger. His eyes are dark, his nostrils are flaring as he breathes heavily. You don't recognize him. He tries to leave but you stop him.

"Y/N, just let him go," Lori pleads, her voice sounds teary. You glance back at her, and the distraction was enough for Shane to sidestep you and get to the door. He opens it swiftly and bumps into the doorframe on his way out, right before shutting it closed in a bang.

"Lori..." you say, walking up to her. She's still half-sitting on the table, tears in her eyes.

"Please don't tell Rick," she says. You sigh.

"He should know." She shakes her head vehemently.

"You don't understand, me and Shane were—"

"I know," you cut her off. "But that's not an excuse for what just happened." Lori puts a hand over her mouth. You walk over and grab her in a hug. She returns it, squeezing you tightly.

"He was just drunk," she says. You rub her back. "Thank you."

"Of course," you say. She pulls away and wipes her tears, taking a breath to compose herself.

"Please, Y/N, don't tell Rick," she repeats. You just nod. She nods back and leaves you alone, standing in the middle of the room.

Your head spins and you feel like you're in a nightmare. Like what just happened couldn't possibly be reality.

What would've happened if I didn't come in? Would he have raped her? No, of course not. It's Shane. He's my big brother, he would never do that to somebody.

You're reeling, struggling to comprehend the events that just took place. You're sure they'll be burned into your memory forever. You take Lori's spot, leaning against the table and rubbing your eyes. Hoping— praying— that this is just some awful nightmares cooked up from stress and anxiety. That you'll wake up, warm and comfortable and next to Daryl and—

Daryl.

That's who you need. Your best friend who despite being icy and snappy to everyone, always had a small soft spot for you. Who wasn't good with words, but always tried his best to comfort you. Who let you sleep in his tent when you were scared, even though you and everyone else knows how much he values his space.

The one who lately made your head fuzzy and heart skip beats.

You get up from the table and speed towards his room. You knock quickly, wrapping your arms around themselves. The air around you is cold, although your certain it's just the shock. Daryl answers quickly, a confused twinge to his brow and a liquor bottle hanging from his hand. You're quick to snatch it and take a sip.

"Want some company?" You ask. He shrugs but nods, moving aside to let you in.

     You sit on the small couch, waving Daryl to sit next to you. He doesn't, instead preferring to sit on the floor, leaning his back on the couch. He sits slightly to the side of you. If you move your left leg, it'll just barely brush against his shoulder.

     You take a big swig of the stolen booze, handing it off to Daryl once you had enough. He mumbles his thanks and takes his own drink of it before placing it on the ground. He leans his head back against the cushion, letting out a sigh.

     "I saw something I wasn't supposed to see," you say quietly. You don't want to think about it, but your mind is still whirling.

     "What did you see?" He asks. He tips his head back slightly more to look at you. You sigh and shake your head.

     "Nothing— I don't want to talk about it now." Daryl nods, slowly. He was never the one to prod, you appreciate it. You just want to forget, at least for now. Maybe deal with it in the morning, or maybe even the one after that. Just not now. You pluck the bottle from the ground and take a long drink before letting it hit the floor again with a thunk.

     The next moments pass in a comfortable silence. Daryl's eyes have slipped shut. He looks so content, comfortable, maybe the most you've ever seen the man. It seemed like he always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, but not right now.

     You're tipsy, maybe even more that tipsy. Almost drunk would be more appropriate. You feel the familiar heat under your cheeks, your brain slightly foggy.

     Even in your state, you can't help but admire the sleepy Dixon in front of you. You've always known he was handsome, but it seems over the course of the day, the realization of how handsome he is hit you like a freight train. But handsome wouldn't be the word to describe him in this moment; cute would be. Maybe even adorable, even if you'd never imagined the words 'Daryl' and 'adorable' would ever be in the same sentence.

     The temptation to touch him swam around in your sluggish head, and you can't deny it. You carefully, slowly pick up your hand, moving it forward until it meets his hair. You caress him softly, hoping that he's sleeping and won't feel it.

     Luck isn't on your side. Daryl opens his eyes and picks his head up, turning to look at you, confused and surprised. Your mouth parts but words refuse to come out. You think he's going to leave, maybe curse at you, get angry. He doesn't do any.

     He just stares at you. He looks startled, almost scared. Puzzled as to why you would touch him so softly. Like a loving touch was completely foreign to him.

     He doesn't move, and so you bring your hand up again. You move your hand towards him deliberately, slowly, although your fingers tremble slightly. Daryl looks like a cornered animal, fearful and confused. His eyes jump from your hand to your face.

     And then, your hand makes contact. Your shaking fingers card their way into his hair, smoothing down the ruffled strands. He relaxes after a few seconds, his eyes flutter and a serene look overtakes his face.

Abruptly, Daryl put a hand on the couch cushion, pushing himself up swiftly. He comes in close to you, his face barely an inch from yours. He stays that way, his teeth bite into his cheek, a nervous tick.

One hand stays rested in his hair, the other rises to his jaw. Your fingers stroke the scruff there. You bite your lip, nervous and anxious at what's to come.

It's like you're both in a trance. You stare into his eyes and it's like you have tunnel vision. The whole world falls away, the only thing that matters is Daryl and his baby blue eyes and the way he's looking at you. It's intense and intimate, terrifying.

Daryl moves impossibly closer to you, and suddenly his lips are on yours. You gasp in surprise against his mouth, but take no time to return the passionate kiss. Your hands find purchase interlocked on the back of his neck.

Daryl's hands find their way to rest on your shoulders. They tremble and nervously skirt from your shoulders to the back of your neck, unsurely. His knee nudges between yours, resting on the couch.

You lean back, pulling Daryl forward to the point he's nearly on top of you, but not quite. His kisses become more feverish, his hand tousles your hair.

Your hands slide from the back of his neck to his chest, further down until they're fiddling with the hem of his shirt. One hand sneaks under his shirt, making contact with the skin on his upper hip, fingertips just barely grazing his back.

And then he flinches.

He pulls away from you like you'd burned him with a hot iron. His lips unlatch from yours and leave you reeling and confused. He takes quick steps backwards, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" You ask, standing slowly and shakily. "Daryl—"

"Go," he says, face turned down.

"Daryl, I-I'm sorry, please—"

"I said go!" He yells, making you flinch. "Just fuckin' go."

"Daryl, please, just tell me what I did wrong." He looks up at you, an expression you've never seen on him before marks his face. He looks like a scared kid, conflicted and confused. A mix of emotions in his eyes you can't even begin to understand.

"Just fuckin' go," he repeats, lower, before turning his back on you and pacing. You nod jerkily, even though he can't see it, and swiftly make your exit.

     You slam the door to the room you had claimed. Your hands run anxiously through your hair before coming down and rubbing a streak down your face. You pace around, breathing heavily. Tears burn at the back of your eyes, your throat tightens and bobs.

What the hell just happened?

If your mind was spinning before, it’s absolutely whirling a million miles a second now. It seems your entire world was just flipped upside down. First Shane, now Daryl? Did you just lose your brother and best friend all in the same hour?

And what was Daryl’s problem anyway, he kissed you. Did you do something to make him uncomfortable? Was your hand sliding under his shirt too much?

Whatever it was, you’re sure yours and his relationship will never be the same. You’ll never look at your brother the same. Everything was crashing and burning. Maybe to everyone else, the world had ended when the dead began to rise, but yours had just ended tonight.

[watarfallar]

Desert Duo treats because it's a week until Christmas

Grian: I’m going to get so much done today. Scar: I’ll hold you to that. *8 hours later* Scar: So how much did you get done? Grian: One thing. Scar: Well, that’s one more than usual.

Scar: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in. Scar: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall. Scar: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

Scar: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend. Grian: Yeah? Scar: Bitch.

Grian: *Gives a bouquet to Scar* Scar: You know I'm allergic. Grian: That's the point.

Grian: Is this mistletoe? Scar: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Grian: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Scar: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Grian: What have I done wrong?! Scar: Everything. For your entire life.

Scar: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Grian: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Scar: What is wrong with you? Grian: Many, many things… Grian: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Scar: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say! Grian: You should say something else.

Grian: My back hurts. Scar, walking into the room: Take the spine out.

Scar: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Scar: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Grian: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Scar: Ominous positivity.

Grian: Scar, what did you just do!? Scar: I took your advice. I stopped running from the problem and I tackled it head on. Grian: I meant try emotional honesty, not murder!!

Scar: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Grian: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Scar: Detective! The man belonged to some kind of cult that worshipped a divine forest creature with antlers and that’s how he met his end. Grian: Dear God! Scar: Yeah! Exactly!

Grian: You've got to act tough, Scar! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you! Scar: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it. Scar, standing up on their stool and slamming their hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Grian: Fight me! Scar: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Scar: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Grian: Don’t preach to me about romance, Scar. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Scar: What’s sexting? Grian: I'm not having this conversation with you.

Grian: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you. Scar: Aww, thanks— Grian: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

Scar: What’s your greatest weakness? Grian: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Scar: Could you give an example? Grian: Yes, I could.

Scar: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Grian: AS ENEMIES?! Scar:

Scar: I desire moisture. Grian: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Scar: Babe, you're so funny! Grian: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you. Scar: Awwww, that's sweet of you!

Grian: I didn’t want to do it, no one else wanted to do it, so I made Scar do it!

Scar: You got a date yet Grian? Grian: No… Scar: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Grian: Dammit, you ruin everything! Scar: You're welcome.

Scar: They called me the B-word. Grian: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

Scar, talking about Grian: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Chapter 5 - An affair to remember

A/N: There's a time jump. Let me know your thoughts. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you've enjoyed it so far!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ angst, some fluff.

Word count: 4.5k. She’s long!

An Affair to Remember Masterlist

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Flashback

“You’re going to have to make a decision, Tony.”

Pepper’s voice was steady, polished—like everything else about her. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse office, her reflection blurred against the city lights. She wasn’t looking at him. She didn’t have to.

“I have,” Tony said, sprawled on the sleek leather couch, one leg hooked lazily over the armrest. “And I’m deciding to go home. Alone.”

Her jaw clenched just enough to betray the calm exterior. “I’m not talking about tonight. I’m talking about us. The board wants clarity. The press already thinks we’re back together. It would be better for everyone if we leaned into it.”

Tony chuckled humorlessly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Better for who, exactly? You? Stane?”

“Better for the company,” she snapped. “You can’t afford another scandal, Tony. Not with your… distractions lately.”

He sat up slowly. “My personal life isn’t a press release, Pep.”

The door clicked open before she could answer. Obadiah strolled in like he owned the place—because, for all intents and purposes, he did.

“We’re all on the same team here,” Obadiah said smoothly, a drink already in hand. “You and Pepper have history. Chemistry. It just makes sense. You two together? That’s stability. That’s what investors want to see.”

“I’m not a damn product,” Tony muttered, rising to his feet.

Obadiah’s eyes flicked to Pepper before returning to Tony. “You think she’s the problem?” he asked mildly. “I’ve seen the girl you’ve been running off with. Sweet. Young. Disposable.”

“Say that again,” Tony warned.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, son,” Obadiah said. “You play the game, or the game plays you.”

Tony didn’t respond. He just walked out, jaw tight, heart hammering, as Pepper called softly after him—

“You’ll come around. You always do.”

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Florence had a way of wrapping itself around you—warm, chaotic, beautiful. Just like him. But unlike him, the city didn’t leave you behind.

It had been three months since you last saw Tony Stark.

Three months since you walked away from the mess, the lies, the complications—and the man who once made you feel like the world had finally slowed down, just for you. And yet, here you were, still trying to outrun memories that clung to you like perfume in your clothes.

The cobbled streets of Florence were nothing like home, but they made you feel lighter, if only a little. The hum of Vespas, the clink of wine glasses, and the constant backdrop of Renaissance beauty gave your restless mind a little peace—and your camera, a new muse.

Your exhibition was next week. The gallery walls were already being prepped. You should’ve been overjoyed. But joy, you’d learned, didn’t always arrive on schedule.

You had thought distance might dull the edges of what happened. That putting countries between you would somehow make it easier to forget. But grief had a passport. And no matter how far you ran, it always found its way back to you.

Your camera hung heavy around your neck as you wandered through Mercato di Sant’Ambrogio. The world here was in colors richer than you’d remembered: ripe tomatoes stacked in baskets, the perfume of basil clinging to the air, soft Italian phrases exchanged like music. This place was a poem. And still, your mind wrote him into every stanza.

The gallery assistant, Luca, had said your work carried nostalgia.

You laughed when he said it—laughed to stop yourself from crying.

Back at your apartment, the sun slanted through the old shuttered windows, catching on the corner of an envelope slipped beneath your door.

You paused.

It wasn’t junk. It wasn’t a bill. It was—

Handwritten. No return address.

You sat on the edge of the bed, heart beating faster than it should.

Inside, just a single folded page. A familiar scrawl that could only belong to one man. 

Y/N,

I don’t know if this will ever reach you. I don’t even know what I’m hoping for.

But I saw your name. On a flyer. A gallery in Florence.

Of course you’d make it here. You always talked about how badly you wanted to shoot in Europe. You said, ‘There’s something in the light there, Stark. Something honest.’ I didn’t understand then. I think I do now.

I’m not writing to ask you to forgive me. I know I have no right to.

But I need you to know that what I felt for you wasn’t a mistake.

That you weren’t a mistake.

They say love is supposed to make you better.

I’m trying to be.

I’ll be at the exhibit. If you don’t want to see me, say the word.

I’ll disappear.

But I had to try.

Always,

—T. S. 

You stared at the letter until the words blurred.

There were a hundred reasons to rip it up. A thousand excuses not to believe a word.

But that was the thing about love. Logic didn’t always get a say.

You folded the letter back into its envelope and held it against your chest for a moment, like it might still be warm from his hands.

And then you exhaled. You’d see him again. Not for him.

For you. 

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Flashback

There’s a box of pizza between you—half-eaten, still warm. The couch is worn, cushions slightly uneven, but Tony insisted it’s the best spot in the entire tower because the light hits it just right during sunset, that everything feels dipped in honey.

Tony’s sprawled out, socks mismatched—one with a hole in the toe, naturally—and his shirt’s bunched up slightly where your fingers rested earlier, lazy and warm against his stomach.

“You know,” he says, chewing on a crust, “this is better than any gala I’ve ever been dragged to.”

You hum, head resting against his shoulder. “It’s the socks, isn’t it?”

“Exactly,” he grins. “The socks and the company.”

You tipped your head back and kissed the underside of his jaw, and he caught your hand right after—pressed his lips to your wrist, then laced your fingers together.

“You make everything feel like it’s not falling apart,” he murmurs. “Even when it is.”

He doesn’t ask for comfort, not directly, but you shift a little closer and press your forehead to his. You don’t need to say anything—he always understands you in silence. The moment felt like it belonged in a glass bottle, corked and stored away forever.

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The Galleria degli Uffizi was quieter than usual, the late afternoon sun casting slanted, molten shadows across the ancient floors. You wandered slowly, camera hanging from your neck, a small notepad clutched in your hand. You were here for work, or so you told yourself. But really, it was about breathing. About remembering who you were before everything got too complicated.

You stopped in front of a Caravaggio—Medusa. Something about the wild emotion, the frozen pain, felt familiar.

Then you felt it.

Not a sound. Not a touch. Just a shift in the air.

You knew it before you even turned around.

“Funny how beauty always leads me back to you,” came the voice. Low. Warm. Cautious.

Your breath caught. Slowly, you turned.

There he was.

Tony Stark.

Hair slightly longer. Sunglasses pushed into his hair. A navy shirt rolled to the elbows, creased like he’d wrung his hands before walking in. The same eyes, though. That same look.

“Tony.” You blinked, swallowing thickly.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here,” he said, voice dipping into something softer. “Well—actually, I did. I asked around. Tracked down your assignment. But I told myself I was just visiting the gallery. Lying to myself is a bad habit.”

You stayed silent for a beat, your heart thudding too loudly for a public space. “Why are you here?”

He stepped closer, but not too close. Respecting your space in a way that only broke your heart more.

“To see you. To… try and explain. To apologize. Properly.”

A thousand memories crashed through your chest. His touch. His betrayal. The ache of his absence. The love that never really left.

You shook your head, a humorless laugh slipping out. “You think a gallery in Florence is the right place for that?”

“No. But it’s a beautiful place. And maybe I needed beauty to brace myself for how much I’ve missed you.”

You bit your lip. Looked away. “Tony—”

“Let me take you to coffee,” he said, gently. “Or wine. Or just… let me walk to you. No expectations. Just… time.”

And somehow, that was the thing you couldn’t say no to.

Because no matter how far you’d run, no matter how much healing you’d done—

Tony Stark still had a piece of your heart.

And maybe he always would.

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The walk back to your apartment was slow. Neither of you rushed the silence—it settled between you like an old song, comforting in its familiarity. The sun had dipped low, casting everything in gold. Every once in a while, your hands would brush as you walked, sending tiny sparks up your spine. The fifth time it happened, neither of you pulled away.

Florence was loud and soft all at once. A violinist played under a distant archway. The cobblestones clicked beneath your shoes. Tony kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking. He looked older. Tired. And yet, lighter somehow. Maybe it was the distance from everything back home. Maybe it was seeing you.

“I’ve been terrible.” he said quietly, eyes focused ahead.

You looked at him.

“For a while now,” he added. “I needed to… clear the fog. I think I was scared of everything I felt when I was with you. Scared of how real it all was. You were the only thing that wasn’t blurry.”

You didn’t say anything.

“But you were also the only thing I didn’t deserve.”

That stopped you.

You turned to face him, frown tugging at your brow. “Don’t say that.”

He shook his head, a small, sad smile on his lips. “It’s true. But I’m trying to be better. Even if I never get another shot with you, I needed you to know that.”

You unlocked your apartment and pushed the door open. You didn’t ask him in. But he waited anyway.

“I have a terrace,” you said quietly. “The view’s nice this time of day.”

He nodded silently and followed. This wasn’t the Tony Stark you were used to. 

The rooftop was modest—wrought iron railings, ivy creeping up the walls, a small table with two chairs. The sun was kissing the horizon now, painting the sky in shades of blood orange and lilac.

You handed him a glass of wine and sat across from him. For a while, you talked.

About art. About Florence. About your projects. He told you he’d started building again—smaller things. Cleaner tech.

“You always needed something to put your hands to,” you said, watching the light catch the rim of your glass.

He nodded. “I lost myself for a while. But the worst part was losing you in the process.”

That hit like a bruise pressed too hard.

“You didn’t just lose me,” you said quietly. “You let me go.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze burning. “Because I thought I was protecting you.”

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“I know that now.”

The silence between you stretched like a wire. You sipped your wine. The sun dipped below the rooftops.

Finally, he whispered, “I still love you.”

Your breath caught. And then, just as quietly, you replied, “That doesn’t make it any easier.”

His jaw clenched, but he nodded.

“I know.”

But still, he stayed. And you let him.

Because healing doesn’t always look like happy endings.

Sometimes, it looks like sunsets and rooftop confessions, and the kind of silence that holds both pain and peace.

The sky had turned indigo by the time you moved from the chairs to the floor, backs leaned against the terrace wall, a shared blanket draped over your shoulders. You could barely see the city anymore, but the stars were out—and Florence was quiet in a way New York could never be.

“I convinced myself to think you were infatuated,” he said softly, eyes up at the stars. “That maybe one day you’d wake up and realize I was just… older. Complicated. Too much.”

You blinked slowly. “You are complicated.”

He huffed out a laugh. “That’s generous.”

“But I was never infatuated, Tony,” you murmured, fingers curling around the edge of the blanket. “You think I didn’t know what I was getting into? I’ve always known who you are—just like you’ve always tried to hide it.”

He turned to look at you.

“I didn’t fall in love with some ideal version of you. I fell for the one who made stupid engineering jokes and knew the exact way to hold me when I needed to be held. Who talked about tech like it was a religion.” 

“You always did have questionable taste,” he murmured, eyes soft.

You nudged his shoulder lightly, but your smile didn’t last long. “You were scared of what people would think. About us. About me.”

His jaw tightened. “I hated the way they looked at you. Like you were a phase. A distraction. Like I was corrupting something good.”

“You didn’t corrupt me,” you said. “You woke me up.”

He looked like he might break at that.

You didn’t say anything else. Just leaned your head against his shoulder. Let the quiet stretch.

After a while, he spoke again, voice rough.

“I think about what it would look like if we tried again. You still chasing your career, flying to different countries. Me trying to not self-destruct every time I miss you too much.”

You didn’t lift your head. “Maybe that’s just what love is. Wanting to run even when it terrifies you. Choosing to stay anyway.”

His fingers found yours under the blanket. Tangled them slowly. Deliberately.

“And the age thing?” he asked after a beat, his voice hesitant for the first time.

You tilted your head, catching his eyes in the low light.

“I’ve never once looked at you and seen a number.”

He didn’t kiss you then. Not yet.

But something cracked open between you.

A shift. A pull.

Later, you moved inside, feet bare on old wooden floors. The city breathed below, but it felt like you were the only two people alive.

The bed wasn’t large, but there was enough room for him to watch you sleep.

He didn’t touch you—not yet. You wanted him to though. 

But in the quiet, as your breath evened out and your fingers curled into the pillow where his hand had just been, Tony Stark realized something.

He would’ve waited a lifetime to earn that closeness again.

And now that he had, he wasn’t going to waste it.

.

Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. Birds were chirping somewhere in the courtyard, and a Vespa hummed past in the distance. Florence had already begun its day—but your little apartment still lingered in the hush of early morning.

You stirred first.

Tony was on the chair beside the bed, half-slouched, one arm over his chest, head tilted awkwardly to the side. His lips were parted slightly, his lashes dark against his cheekbones, and for the first time in forever—he looked at peace.

It tugged at something deep in your chest.

You slid from the bed quietly, padding over to him. He didn’t wake when you crouched beside the chair, only shifted slightly, a little frown ghosting his features.

Your hand hovered before it landed gently on his shoulder.

“Tony.”

He stirred. Eyes blinking open slowly, a little dazed. His voice was rough with sleep.

“You’re awake.”

You nodded. “You didn’t have to sleep there.”

“I didn’t want to cross a line,” he murmured, stretching his neck with a wince.

You hesitated—then reached out, brushing the crease between his brows with your thumb.

“There’s room. Come lie down.”

He blinked at you.

You smiled softly. “Just to rest. I want you to.”

Tony looked at you like you’d offered him oxygen after a long dive. No hesitation now—just quiet movement as he stood and followed you to the bed. You slid back under the covers, and he followed, a little stiff at first until you tucked your arm around his waist and pulled him close.

His breath caught.

You rested your head against his chest. “You can hold me, you know.”

And he did—slowly, reverently. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other sliding beneath you until you were completely cocooned in his warmth.

He whispered into your hair, voice hoarse. “I missed this. You.”

Your hand found his, resting over your stomach. “I know.”

For a long while, neither of you spoke.

It was safer this way—in your bubble. The past and future tucked away, leaving only the present, where his heartbeat was steady under your cheek and your fingers stayed tangled like they never wanted to let go.

If only the world could stay on pause just a little longer.

.

The world didn’t stay paused forever though. 

Morning came quietly, like it didn’t want to disturb what was left of the night. The sky outside your windows was barely kissed with light, a gradient of gold and soft grey bleeding into the horizon. 

You stirred first, the rise and fall of Tony’s chest steady beneath your cheek. He hadn’t moved all night—like part of him was afraid you’d disappear if he did. You tilted your head just enough to glance up at him. His eyes were already open, watching the ceiling like it held answers to questions he hadn’t dared voice.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly.

He turned his gaze to you, one hand brushing your back absentmindedly. “Didn’t want to miss you waking up.”

Your lips curved faintly, but you could see it, whatever little peace he’d found wrapped around you last night was already slipping.

You shifted, propping yourself on an elbow. “Talk to me.”

Tony didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sat up, the sheet falling to his waist, and stared out at the sky like he needed the open space. You followed his gaze for a beat, then reached for your robe.

He exhaled, low and slow.

“I need you to listen. Really listen.”

Tony’s voice was quiet, but there was something steel-sharp beneath it. His eyes found yours, weary but locked in. “There’s something you don’t know. About Pepper. About the engagement.”

Your pulse thudded in your ears. He saw it—how you stiffened—and he hated himself for what he was about to drag into the open.

“She wasn’t supposed to announce it,” he said. “We weren’t even—Y/N, we weren’t together. Not like that. Not since… long before you.”

Your brows furrowed. “Then why—?”

“Obadiah.” The name dropped like lead between you. “He’s been circling for years. Waiting for me to be distracted enough to strike. And Pepper—” he exhaled, rubbing the heel of his palm against his jaw, “Pepper wanted security. Influence. She’s not who I thought she was.”

You said nothing, so he went on.

“I think she started out loyal. But something changed. She and Obadiah—they’ve been working together behind my back. She got close so she could help him destabilize me. Feed him intel. Make me look… erratic, incapable of running the company. He needed leverage. She gave it to him.”

You blinked, hard. “So the engagement was—?”

“Manufactured. Strategic. She announced it in front of the board without telling me.” His voice cracked for a moment before he pulled himself back. “They wanted me on the back foot. Vulnerable. Obadiah’s been grooming investors, quietly shifting allegiances. And she… she knew how much you meant to me. That’s why she did it like that. To burn the bridge.”

Silence hung heavy.

“I didn’t fight the narrative right away,” he admitted. “Because I didn’t know who I could trust. And I thought… maybe if you hated me, you’d be safe.”

That part came out hoarse, broken.

“But I never wanted her. Not the way I wanted you.”

He took a step closer. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. But I needed you to know the truth. I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve protected you.”

The words hung in the warm air like ghosts.

You didn’t say anything for a long moment. 

Tony stood by the bed now, framed in gold light from the room behind him. He looked like he hadn’t breathed since he stopped speaking.

You finally turned to face him, arms loosely folded, expression unreadable. “So all of it—” you said quietly, “the announcement, the ring, her hand on your chest like she had a claim—none of it was real?”

“It was all for show,” Tony said, voice low. “She was playing a part. And I was the fool who didn’t see it until it was too late.”

You looked away, blinking hard at the view outside, the morning light filtering in quietly, “You let me believe it.”

“I know.”

“You let me think I was a nobody. Disposable. A mistake.”

He stepped forward, the gravel in his voice gentler now. “You were never a mistake.”

“Then what was I?” you asked, turning to face him. “A distraction? An escape? Something to pass the time until your world stabilized again?”

“No,” he said, almost before you finished. “You were the only real thing I had.”

That silenced you.

Tony took a breath and crossed the distance between you, stopping just short of touching. “Everything else—Pepper, the company, the lies—it was all noise. But you? You made me want to be better. Not the brand. Not the machine. Me.”

You looked down at your fidgety hands. “You still hurt me.”

“I know,” he said. “And I hate myself for it.”

“You’re gonna have to work for it.” You murmured a while later, evidently making Tony let go of a breath he was holding. 

“I will. Every damn day, if that’s what it takes.” 

“Good. Because this time, I don’t plan on falling quietly.”

He smiled then, slow and soft, something like reverence in his eyes. “That’s what scares me.”

“Still?”

“Especially now.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just leaned back, head tilted as you looked at him. Really looked at him.

Hair a mess from running his hands through it. Shirt wrinkled. Eyes tired but warm. A man who had burned bridges and built empires, now sitting beside you like a boy asking to be seen. Asking to be forgiven.

You reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He didn’t flinch this time. If anything, he leaned into the touch like it grounded him.

“You scare me too, you know,” you whispered.

His brow lifted. “Me?”

You nodded. “Because when I look at you, I see everything I want. And I’m terrified it’ll disappear the second I believe in it.”

His hand found yours on the armrest between you, tentative at first. Then firm. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” 

“Promise?”

“I’ve never meant anything more.”

You didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was you. But his lips were on yours—soft, searching, reverent.

He kissed you like it was an apology and a prayer in the same breath. Like he was trying to memorize the taste of you just in case he lost you again. Like it physically hurt him not to do it sooner.

One hand curling into the fabric of his shirt, you pulled him closer. His hands found your waist, then your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. When you finally pulled away, breathless and close, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I should’ve done that the first time I saw you again,” he murmured.

You smiled, heart thudding. “Better late than never.”

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m done pretending. Done letting anyone else write my story.”

“Then stop talking,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his again. “And show me.”

He did.

And in the quiet morning light, with the city still stretching awake and the truth still warm between sips of coffee and the closeness of skin, something real took root again. 

.

The smell of espresso was what woke him after another cat nap. 

Tony blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the soft light streaming through the open windows. The space beside him in bed was empty, but the warmth still lingered. He sat up, a blanket half-slipped from his shoulder, and followed the quiet clinking sounds to the tiny kitchen.

You were there, barefoot in one of your oversized shirts—probably his, he thought with a rush to the chest—pouring coffee into two mismatched mugs. The pan on the stove hissed with the comforting crackle of eggs.

“Hey,” you said when you caught him leaning against the doorway, hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep.

He did look rather good in your apartment like this. Smaller. Domestic somehow. 

“Hey yourself,” he replied, voice rough. “Didn’t mean to sleep that long. Again.” 

“You needed it, old man.” You teased. 

He looked at you for a beat longer than necessary, then walked over to sit at the tiny table in the corner, fingers drumming lightly against the wood. “You make it look so easy,” he murmured.

You turned from the stove. “What?”

“This. Life. Mornings. Coffee that doesn’t taste like rocket fuel.” He smiled faintly. “Like you belong in it.”

Your lips curled just a little as you plated the eggs, sliding one toward him. “That’s because I do. I built this one.”

He gulped his coffee out of habit. “I’ve never built something that didn’t end up self-destructing.”

“That’s not true,” you said quietly, sitting across from him. “You’ve built a version of yourself that fights to be better. Someone people trust, someone who’s learning to care. That counts.”

Tony looked down, fingers tightening slightly around his fork. “I care too much, sometimes. About things I shouldn’t. About things I can’t have.”

You didn’t reply immediately. The air between you folded in with quiet tension, gentle but thick—like a breath neither of you dared to exhale.

He met your eyes. “Florence suits you.”

“I like who I am here,” you said honestly. “I don’t feel so… heavy.”

“And when I’m around?” His voice was soft. Uncertain.

You looked at him, steady. “When you’re around… I forget the reasons I left.”

Tony blinked, swallowing hard.

You stood, gathering your empty plate, pausing by his chair.

“Finish your food, Stark.”

He caught your wrist gently before you walked away.

“Y/N…”

You turned your head slightly, your breath hitching at how close his mouth was to the underside of your wrist. His lips brushed against your skin when he whispered it again.

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.”

You smiled faintly. “I tried to. Didn’t stick.”

You stepped away before he could say anything more. He watched you go, heart aching in that soft, awful, beautiful way people feel when they know they’re falling into something they can’t name just yet—but it feels like coming home.

[doc-pickles]

hat trick | sidney crosby

summary: sidney goes three for three on and off the ice.

warnings: mentions of sex, kids, pregnancy, morning sickness, breeding kink if you squint

a/n: this is my first hockey fic! I missed writing so this was a fun little intro back into it. enjoy!

xoxo nina

one.

You sighed as you settled onto the couch, watching as the Penguins skated off the ice. They’d just been eliminated in the first round of playoffs after a tough five game series. You knew Sidney would be devastated when he came home the next day.

What you weren’t expecting was Sidney coming home before 6 AM. You were still fast asleep when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mmm Sid? You’re not to supposed to be back till noon,” you mumbled as Sidney’s hand trailed under your sleep shirt.

“Missed my favorite girl,” Sidney’s words were muffled as his lips pressed to your neck, eliciting a low moan from you.

You rolled onto your back and looked up at Sidney whose lips were trailing over your skin, “As much as I love you, the sun isn’t even up yet. Did you even change before you jumped in bed?”

“No, I’m on a mission,” Sidney’s lips were still pressed to your skin as he spoke, his hands trailing up your sides to brush at the curve of your breasts. “I’m gonna win the Cup next year.”

You giggled as Sidney stripped off your shirt and his before his lips met yours in a hot kiss. You pulled back, meeting his eyes, “Which is a great goal babe, but I don’t see how us having sex has anything to do with that.”

“Our baby is gonna sit in the Stanley Cup next year,” Sidney grinned down at you.

“What baby?”

“The baby I’m going to put into you,” Sidney’s voice was low and thick as his fingers reached down and slipped under the lace of your panties, coaxing a low gasp from your lips. “Gotta start now, there’s no time to waste babe.”

“Sid-“

Your words were cut off as Sidney kissed you once more, his fingers slowly sliding into you. You’d talked about kids before, but you always thought he was the more hesitant one. His eagerness to start trying right away made you smile as his teeth gently sunk into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Fuck baby,” Sidney groaned as he leaned away to look at you. “Can’t wait to fill you up, see you growing with my baby.”

You blinked up at Sidney as he waited for you to answer the question hanging between you. With a small grin you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

“Well what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Captain.”

-

The excitement in the arena was contagious as Sid skated across the ice, the Stanley Cup held high above his head. Your husband had never looked so happy, his grin threatening to overtake his face as he skated over to you.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you grinned as Sidney pulled you in and gave you a passionate kiss. “So freaking proud.”

“I love you,” Sidney grinned before extending his arms towards his mom who was standing behind you. “Hand her over, I’ve been waiting far too long for this.”

Trina grinned as Sidney kissed her cheek and then took the baby in her arms. Your daughter Sophie was only three months old but she wore a bright smile as her dad brought her against his chest. Tears threatened to run down your cheeks as Sidney leaned down to place her in the top of the Stanley Cup, cameras flashing all around you.

“C’mere,” Sidney gestured to you and you quickly pressed yourself into his hold. “Wouldn’t be here without you. I love you baby.”

“I love you too Sid.”

two.

“Babe! I’m home!”

You groaned as your head rested against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, your stomach churning as you took deep breaths. You could hear Sidney come into the house, dropping his bag and ducking into Sophie’s room before heading towards your bedroom.

“Babe?”

You went to answer but your stomach decided to roll unpleasantly and you’re bent over the toilet again as you gagged.

A warm hand rested on your back as you groaned, your body lurching forward again. Sidney pulled your hair back from your face.

“You need me to go get anything for you,” Sidney asked as you finally stopped puking, your head resting on his chest. “Meds or some soup and crackers?”

You shook your head as you groaned, “No I’m fine. I just wanna nap.”

“You sure you don’t need anything? I love you but you look awful,” Sidney pushed your hair away from your face as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m fine,” you sighed as you leaned further into his hold. “Your demon spawn is just trying to take over my body.”

“What the hell does that… Wait,” Sidney leaned back and looked you over. “You’re pregnant?”

You let a small grin take over your face, “Don’t sound so shocked, you’re the one that insisted we celebrate the Cup win everyday for two weeks. Multiple times. I’m pretty sure this baby is a result of a shit ton of champagne and the time you dragged me into the broom closet during that gala.”

“Hey! This baby was not conceived in a broom closet,” Sidney grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I love you. And I’m excited for another little one to chase around.”

“I’m excited to, but I’d love to stop puking up my guts,” you smirked as Sid squeezed your shoulders.

three.

“Sophie! Stop running, you know I can’t keep up with you!”

You groaned as your four year old raced ahead of you through the crowds of the arena. While Sophie had grown up within the walls of the PPG Paints Arena seeing her sprint through the halls still made your heart flip. Thankfully Taylor took off after her, scooping the little girl into her arms.

“Oh sweetheart, you need a nap,” Trina Crosby settled her hand on your shoulder as she sidled up next to you. “Running after two babies is hard work enough, throw in another one on the way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You smiled and hoisted Violet higher on to your hip. Trina and Taylor had both offered to carry her but the little girl was glued to your side, even with your nine month baby bump in the way.

“I’m okay for now. Besides, this could be Sid’s last time winning the Cup, I’m not going to miss it for anything,” you grinned and settled a hand in your bump. Your third baby was giving you a hard time today but you tried to silently convey to them that this game was important. “Plus Taylor has Sophie covered and all Vi wants is cuddles.”

Troy chuckled as he joined your group, placing a hand on your shoulder, “And what will you do if this next one is a spitfire boy like Sid?”

“Hand him off to his dad,” you grinned as Trina and Troy both laughed. You headed into the suite behind them, settling into a chair as Violet scrambled toward Troy who gladly hoisted her up.

Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals was eventful, everyone in the suite cheering loudly as Sidney scored his first and second goal of the night. Sophie was bouncing excitedly between Taylor and Trina while Troy was trying to explain the game to Violet who simply kept yelling ‘penguin!’ any chance she got.

“C’mon boys! You got this,” you yelled as you watched the Penguins battling it out on the ice. “Let’s go Sid!”

You watched with bated breath as the tied game ticked down to its final seconds, Sidney commandeering the puck and shooting it into the goal for win and a complete hat trick.

Trina, Troy, Taylor, and you cheered loudly as Sidney and his teammates celebrated their victory. Sophie and Violet cheered as well, not quite knowing what was happening but excited none the less.

You and the Crosby’s headed down to the ice to congratulate Sidney on another win. Your hand floated down to your bump as a sharp kick from your third child hit you, “I know, you’re excited too. But can we settle down a bit please?”

“Baby giving you trouble?” You grinned widely as Sidney skated up to you, placing a hand across your bump as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Congrats baby,” you smiled as you placed your hand on Sidney’s chest. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Sidney mumbled into your hair as he pulled you close. “You and the girls and this little one mean more to me than the Cup.”

“But the Cup is sure nice,” you giggled as Sid looked over your shoulder at the Stanley Cup.

“Sure is,” Sidney laughed just as the baby produced a harsh kick against his hand. “Hey there buddy, you excited about the win too? Once you get here I’ll sit you in the Cup, promise.”

Sophie ran up behind you, looping herself around Sidney’s legs. “Daddy! You won again!”

Sidney hoisted Sophie up, Violet reaching for you from Troy’s arms. With both girls between you and your husband, you smiled as the Penguins media team snapped photos of your family. You were notoriously private about your kids but today was a celebration for Sidney so you didn’t mind sharing your family moment with the world.

“You’re missing this Cap,” Kris skated over with the Stanley Cup, settling it in front of you and Sidney. “Honorary family member.”

“I think it’s Vi’s turn to sit in the cup,” Sidney grinned as Violet smiled up at him. “C’mere pretty girl. Crosby tradition, littlest one sits on top.”

Sophie wiggled out of Sidney’s arms as he took Violet from you, the 18 month old smiling widely as her father placed her in the top of the silver cup. You smiled for a few more photos before the celebration continued. You stayed glued to Sidney’s side as he accepted congratulations from everyone, his hand rested against your bump as he held you close.

“Mommy! You peed your pants,” Sophie gasped as she pointed at your leggings that were now sporting a dark stain. You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric just as a sharp pain radiated through your stomach.

“Sid we might need to take this celebration elsewhere,” you looked up and met your husbands wide eyes. “Looks like the baby really was excited to celebrate.”

Excitement buzzed around you as everyone scrambled to get you and Sidney out of the arena as quickly as possible. You let Trina fawn over you, checking to be sure you had everything and assuring you they’d take care of the girls.

Once you and Sidney were settled in your car with an escort out of the crowded parking lot you turned to him with a grin, “Going for the double hat trick?”

Sid’s brows furrowed as he glanced over at you, “Double?”

“Yeah baby number three means you’ve officially achieved the dad hat trick,” you grinned and Sidney chuckled as his hand gripped yours. “I’m so proud of you Sid. You were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks baby,” Sidney smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

[wosoimagines]

Told You So

part 6 of rivals

Jo gets her first start of the Victory Tour in her home state, and the team finally gets to meet her family.

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“Guess what I’ve got.” 

I grinned as Hope tilted her head to the side. I tapped at my chest. 

“Hope you brought all the good trash talk today, Solo. You’re not gonna stop anything I throw at you.” 

“Yeah, whatever you say, Pip.” 

I pouted at the nickname. I was sure that I would have grown out of it by now, but Hope had been adamant about making sure it stuck around. 

“Jo!” I whirled around to look at Becky who did not look happy with me. “Stop taunting the goalies. Get to work!” 

“But that’s no fun,” I whined, although I was already starting to move to the opposite side of the field to get ready with the rest of the forwards. “You don’t have to be so boring all the time.” 

“If you don’t get your butt over there, I can really be boring for you,” Becky assured, “I’ll make sure you do all of your school work on our off day.” 

I shook my head at that as I started to jog across the field. 

“Always ruining my fun,” I grumbled knowing that the mic would pick it up. “I’m sixteen. I think I’m allowed a little fun, right?” 

My eyes found the camera that was following me as I gave it a little shrug. 

Once I reached the other forwards, Christen was quick to join my side. We didn’t initially say anything to each other as we warmed up. That was until Christen tried to nutmeg me, but I moved my heel just enough to keep the ball in front of me. 

“You’ve been spending too much time with Tobin,” I said as I pointed at her. 

Christen shook her head at that. 

“You’re in a really good mood. Your exams go well?” 

“I was exempt. All A’s.” 

“That’s good. Get you into Stanford with those grades.” 

“I know some others who would object to that.” 

Christen rolled her eyes at that. I had been hearing everyone hype up their own college, but I ultimately hadn’t decided where I was going to go just yet. 

“So, what does have you so happy?” 

“We’re in Texas. This is my home game. Jill told me she’d start me since I saved up all my tickets for the year so my family can come.” 

“You had to save up all of your tickets?” Alex asked behind me. 

I glanced over my shoulder to look at her before nodding. 

“But that’s almost thirty tickets,” Christen pointed out. 

I furrowed my brow in confusion. I hadn’t been shy about talking about how big my family was. 

“I have twelve siblings. That’s why they couldn’t go to the World Cup. There’s just way too many of us.” 

“You have twelve siblings?” Alex asked. I nodded. “Did your parents never hear of a condom?” 

“To be fair, I was a complete accident,” I admitted. “Marley was born when my parents were nineteen. Five of my siblings were born back-to-back years.” 

“You were an accident?” 

“Yeah, no one told my parents how long they should have actually waited after my dad got a vasectomy. Nine months later and there I was.” 

“They’re all coming?” 

“Yeah! And my niece, Sky. I can’t wait for you guys to meet Sky. She loves the team.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” I nodded. “She watches all the games. I think she’s the only one who knows more about soccer than you just need to get the ball into the back of the net.” 

“Well, then I can’t wait to meet her,” Christen said as she ruffled my hair. 

I grinned at that before we were all called to huddle so we could start our drills. 

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“What do you mean you aren’t coming?” 

I ran a hand through my hair as I paced in front of the foot of my bed. 

“I have an important interview scheduled, Jo,” Mom said causing me to scoff. “It could boost the book sales. And our family is expected to be there to support me. We’re supposed to be showing a united front.” 

“Yeah, because nothing screams united like missing your youngest daughter’s victory tour. I don’t even know why I try to invite any of you. It isn’t like I’ve been asking the team to save all of my tickets for the games throughout the year to make sure everyone in the family could come.” 

“You’ll have other games,” Dad cut in. I shook my head at that. They didn’t get it. They never did. “Us missing this game isn’t going to kill you.” 

“When was the last game of mine you went to?” I asked. Both of my parents went silent. I couldn’t even remember myself. “You couldn’t come to the World Cup, which is the biggest stage I’ll ever play on. You didn’t come to my national team debut. Those I could somewhat understand because they weren’t in Texas. But this? This game is in Texas. It’s San Antonio. It’s only three hours and you’re telling me you won’t even make that trip to watch me?” 

“We have more important things,” Dad said. I tried to blink away the tears that were starting to pool in my eyes. “We’re trying to think about the family.” 

“How about for once in my life, you think about me? It’s always been the family. No one has ever been there for me. Not really!” I snapped. I let out a laugh of disbelief. “The only person who has even cared to learn anything about the sport I love so much is Sky! You couldn’t even name half of my national teammates. You’ve never cared about soccer past whether I was a good player or not. The only time you’ve had something to say to me was when I lost. It’s never when I win. 

“I won the World Cup and I stayed silent when no one in this family besides Sky celebrated it because I knew that this game was going to happen. Silly me for believing that this family would actually show up to celebrate me for once! I had to watch as every single one of my teammates was able to celebrate with their family while I was left alone! You will never understand what that’s like!” 

“You want to talk about never understanding?” Dad snapped back. “You could never understand that sacrifices that your mother and I have made for this family!” 

“That’s your responsibility! You’re the ones who decided to have a family! It’s up to you to take care of us and make those sacrifices! I’m not the one who should be suffering just because I was the kid you never wanted!” 

“We’ve never said we didn’t want you,” Mom defended. I didn’t fight the tears this time. “You and most of your siblings weren’t planned but we have always wanted all of you.” 

“Do you?” 

Both of my parents went silent at that. They had never shown true interest in what I was doing. 

“You both have a funny way of showing it.” 

Before either of them could respond I ended the call. I tossed my phone to the side, not caring where it ended up, before throwing myself on the bed. I curled into a ball as I grabbed a hold of a pillow. I let out the loudest scream I could muster up as I just let the tears fall from my eyes. 

I didn’t even think too much about it when the pillow was pulled away from me and replaced with a person. I didn’t mind either even as someone else hugged me from behind as well. 

“It’s okay,” Becky soothed as she rubbed my back. “It’s okay. You’re okay, Jo. You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

It didn’t take much to deduce that the person who had pried me away from the pillow was Alyssa. Especially once she started to run her hand through my hair. And with the emotional toll talking to my parents had already taken on me, it wasn’t long before I was falling asleep. 

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I blinked my eyes open before I wiped my face. I frowned as I glanced around at the room. I tried to get my bearings, but it just felt like I couldn’t get over how disoriented I currently was. I could have sworn that Becky and Alyssa were here, but there was no trace of them. 

I reached over to grab ahold of my phone where it was sitting on the nightstand. I didn’t even remember picking it up after I had thrown it to the side. But then again, I wasn’t even sure what time it was. 

8:17 pm. 

Shit. 

Dinner was nearly over. I scrambled from the bed and into the bathroom. I turned on the sink and quickly washed at the tear tracks that were on my face. I couldn’t let any of my teammates know that I had been crying over something so insignificant. They had finally just started to look at me as if I was actually worthy of being on the team. I couldn’t let anything risk that. 

Once I had decided that my face was cleaned off enough that I wouldn’t get any questions, I grabbed a hoodie that was sitting on the desk chair before pulling the hood up over my head. I didn’t even bother with the elevator. I was much more likely to run into some of my teammates that way. The stairs were much safer. 

I made it through the doors of the mess hall that we had set up downstairs just before they stopped serving our meals. I was a bit surprised by how empty the room already was, I knew that most of the team liked to hang around and just chill with each other. But Becky and Alyssa were sitting at a table with each other with an extra plate. 

Becky was the first one to spot me and waved me over to join them. As if I ever ate with anyone else. 

“Feeling better?” 

I froze at Becky’s question. So, I didn’t make up Becky and Alyssa being with me in the room. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

I refused to look at either of them as I focused on my food. 

“Jo,” Alyssa started as I tried to shovel my food in my mouth as fast as I could, “it’s okay to be upset about it.” 

“Seriously, guys,” I said, once I swallowed the food in my mouth, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“So, you don’t want to talk about a call with your parents made you cry enough that you eventually fell asleep?” 

I pushed the plate of food away from me as my fork clattered against the table. I met Becky’s eyes as I clenched my jaw. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said after a moment of silence passed between the three of us. “I’m usually much better about making sure no one has to see that.” 

I didn’t waste any time standing up. I knew that I could at least hide away with Rose and Sam. We had, after all, gotten close while at the U-20 World Cup a year ago. 

“Jo.” 

Alyssa tried to catch my hand, but I was quick to shuffle away from the two of them. 

“I’m not hungry anymore.” 

I didn’t give them any time to say anything else as I left the mess hall. I knew that I would regret not eating my dinner, but I really wasn’t in the mood to eat right now. 

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“So, you know that we love having you,” Sam started, causing me to raise my eyebrows at the taller player, “but Becky keeps asking us to make sure you’re fine. Like multiple times a day.” 

I rolled my eyes at that. I had initially thought that Christen was just messing with me when she told me that I would never be able to escape Becky and Alyssa being my team moms now. 

“Did something happen that we need to know about?” Rose added. 

“Everything’s fine,” I assured. I had been so adamant about making sure that I wouldn’t be anywhere near Becky and Alyssa the past couple of days that I had even knocked out all of my homework for the entire trip. “Becky’s just dramatic. Really wish she’d learn that I don’t need a second mother.” 

“Hey,” Rose said, drawing my eyes from my phone to her, “Becky’s just worried about you. It’s a little unfair for you to be upset with her when we all are.” 

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing to be worried about.” 

“Jo,” Sam softly said, “You’ve been avoiding Becky and Alyssa for the past two days. Something obviously happened. Becky seems really worried about you.” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“Look, we’re not asking you what it’s about,” Rose said, as she grabbed my phone when I went to look at it again. “We’re just asking that you check in with Becky. Sam and I don’t mind you staying in our room, but we are getting tired of Becky constantly asking us how you’re doing.” 

I sighed at that. I knew that it wasn’t Rose or Sam’s fault. It wasn’t even Becky or Alyssa’s fault. 

“Yeah, sure,” I said. Becky at least deserved to know that I wasn’t mad at her. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow. After the game.” 

“Jo-” 

“After the game,” I reaffirmed when Rose tried to say anything. “I just need to make sure that my head is in the game since I’m starting.” 

Rose and Sam looked between each other before Rose nodded in agreement.  

“But you have to talk to her.” 

I nodded at that. It was a fair demand if I was going to still be here in their room. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I grinned as I jumped up onto Sam’s back. The older woman grunted but she steadied herself. 

“I’m not a horse, you know.” 

“Come on, Sammy! I scored a hat-trick. Gotta keep these legs fresh.” 

“Try an ice bath.” 

I shivered at the thought. 

“No thanks,” I said to Sam. 

Sam huffed, but she didn’t fight to get me off her back. 

“Saw that your family is here,” Rose spoke up. I nodded at that as my eyes found where my family was sitting in the stands. “You weren’t lying that it’s huge.” 

“Did everyone think that I was?” I asked. Sam and Rose both nodded their heads causing me to huff. “No one ever believes me. Not even my friends at school. Am I really that hard to trust?” 

Both Sam and Rose froze at that. 

“Not hard to trust,” Becky assured me as she and Alyssa joined our little group. “But twelve siblings is a lot. Kind of hard to wrap your head around.” 

I slid off of Sam’s back. I knew that I needed to talk to Becky and Alyssa without anyone else butting into our conversation. 

“I can explain it all to you if you really need me to when we get back to the hotel.” 

Rose and Sam both shook their heads at that before making their exit to greet the fans. 

I looked at the two for a moment before rubbing at the back of my neck. 

“I was never mad at either of you.” 

“We know,” Becky said. She reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. “We were never upset with you. We just worry about you, Jo.” 

“Yeah, and the whole running off didn’t help,” Alyssa added. Becky was quick to elbow the goalie’s side. Alyssa glared at Becky. “Hey! I’m just trying to tell her that she worried us more by running off then just talking.” 

“I’ve never had anyone to talk to,” I admitted. Both of the older players looked at me. “I have twelve siblings and not a single one is that interested in soccer. Plus, Elvis and Mick are the closest to me in age and they can be assholes.” 

“Siblings usually are,” Alyssa agreed. “But they’ll always be there for you.” 

“I’m just not used to it,” I said. They two looked between each other causing me to motion to them. “People actively caring about me. I mean, they care. My family. I know they do, but there’s so many of us that things just don’t seem as impressive anymore.” 

Becky reached out to pull me into a hug along with Alyssa. 

“Well, you’ll always have us. Promise.” 

I squeezed the two a bit tighter before Alyssa forced her way away from us.  

“Okay, go spend some time with your family. After all, Becky didn’t convince them to come just for you to ignore them.” 

I paused at that as I turned to Becky. 

“Thank you.” 

Becky nodded before pushing me away. 

“You’ll have to bring Sky to the locker room with you,” Becky said with a grin. “Go enjoy the time with your family.” 

I nodded before rushing off over to where my family was. 

[ragnarockz]

your royal highness, your writings for maya mason didn't stray away from my mind recently. here i am, not trying to sound desperate, but would you be so kind to ruin me with another maya mason one-shot?

and hear me out, i’ve got this idea brewing—maya being utterly obsessed with this character (an actress), full-on hopelessly smitten. but then, she finds out the actress has an insanely graphic sex scene in this movie. the moment maya finds out, possessiveness and jealousy eats her alive, and, well... she decides to take matters into her own hands. 😏🤝

😏😌💛🔒It would be my pleasure (heh) and highest honor to do so my faithful reader!

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Maya had glanced over the script a few times, especially the scenes that had Aiden Holt typed in. Maya had followed her for a while now; usually screening her work as an actress. Aiden took jobs that were out of the box and a little bit on the riskier side. She definitely had a name attached to her; a label that some would shrink away from. Holt basically leaned into the adult entertainment side; daring to dip her toe into something a lot more riskier. The script that had graced Maya's desk a few weeks ago was certainly more than a toe dipper.

Marketing execs weren't necessarily needed to show up to shooting sets and locations but Maya, as brash and mean as she was, basically bullied her way onto set to see Aiden in action. There was something about her; a way that she carried herself so seamlessly. Not pushing to a feminine or masculine audience; Aiden made her raunchy scenes enjoyable for everyone. Everyone, without a doubt, included Maya herself.

She was surprised they hadn't crossed paths earlier. None of the stupid and useless parties she attended had Aiden as a guest. She definitely ran with a different crowd; darker and more hush-hush. If it wasn't for Maya's stubbornness and obvious attraction to the actress; she wouldn't have barreled her way onto set that evening.

Maya clutched her copy of the script in her perfectly and freshly manicured orange nails. Of course; she had to impress the actress. She wore a chocolate brown ribbed tank top with a tan pushup bra underneath. Dark printed jeans and her classic and iconic brown Gucci sneakers. She wanted her hair slightly out of the way for this; just in case things went her way. Faux undercut with the sides slicked down; gold clips all on her right side with the left bare. Casual yet deadly; comfy yet sexy. At least ten pounds of gold jewelry dripped from her and the Louis Vuitton bag slung over her arm. She was dressed to kill and impress.

She found the room that was being used to film in; walking past the cast and other crew members until the array of cameras got her to where she needed to be. Aiden was bent over a black leather couch with the other main actor waiting behind her. Aiden was smiling as she listened to the director re-read the scene to her. The male actor Maya had already forgotten the name of, looked bored out of his skull. Maya puffed her cheeks and pouted her lips out in dissatisfaction. Imagine getting to do one of the hottest sex scenes in Hollywood with one of the hottest actresses of modern times and you look like you couldn't give a rats ass.

Maya blew out a loud, annoyed breath which caused the cast and crew to look in her direction. Some of them knew who she was and gave her an eye roll and not much else. Truth be told, a lot of them were scared of her. Her presence wasn't really meant to be questioned or challenged. She was simply just allowed to exist in the same space.

"Look at this fucking idiot...standing there with his useless dick between his legs..."

Maya mumbled under her breath as she found a space to take up space; not blocked by anyone or anything so she could watch the scene unfold as the marker came down and ACTION was shouted.

She clutched the script in her hand, gaze never leaving Aiden. She watched her in full attention and soaked everything up that she could in respectful silence. God, she thought, she looked even better in person. Her hair was short and slicked back for the scene. Maya could see the muscles rippling under her arms and legs; an athletic body that was neither super feminine nor masculine. She held her own in the scene and was obviously the attention grabber. Maya was smitten even if she wouldn't allow herself to realize that. Of course she had followed Aiden's career and of course she got a flutter in her lower abdomen whenever she saw a new movie she was in; a new Instagram photo of her at some shoot or talk show or panel. She was very much in the public eye and maybe even, secretly, Maya wished she had her alone and in the private eye of only hers.

The scene unfolded as the male actor made his move. His hands raked up Aiden's legs; the back of her thighs. It was rough and clumsy and not necessarily hot. Maya scoffed under her breath with caused a few crew members to shoot her a nasty look. The scene was all wrong in the sense that it wasn't sexy enough; pleasurable enough. She shook her head and looked away; felt her face burning with...anger? Disgust? If she could only push that asshole aside and show him how real foreplay was done...

Maya waited for the loud CUT so she could make her move. She found the director easily enough with his stupid chair that had DIRECTOR on the back of it. Other than that, she would have picked that prick out a mile away. He looked like the type of asshole who would have casted that lousy male actor and thought he was the hottest shit since sliced fucking bread.

She waited for everyone to bustle around before she pushed her way up to the scene director; almost hitting him in the head with her purse and the script. She bent down low enough to meet her mouth with the side of his ear. He turned his head to acknowledge her. She hoped that Aiden was acknowledging her; daring to dip herself lower so she could stare at her chest. She prayed that the push up bra was doing its fucking job.

"You gotta get someone to show that lame excuse of a cock and balls how to really spice up the scene. It looks like he's trying to knead wet dough over there! You really want that to be the most depraved sex scene in Hollywood right now?! You'd let a pro show that asshole how it's done."

The director turned his full attention to Maya; obviously knowing who she was. 99 times out of 100, her word was law and something nagged in his mind that she was right about this. The scene was missing something that really punched up the raunchy level he was trying to achieve in such a short scene. He threw up his hands and spoke loudly so that the actor and Aiden could hear the change,

"You get in there then and show him how it's done and don't make this a waste of my time."

"Wouldn't count on it."

The words dripped out of her mouth as she shoved the script into her bag and dropped it by the directors chair. She clapped her hands together to get the actor and Aiden's attention. Aiden, was already focused on Maya since she had walked into the room. She knew instantly who the woman in brown was. She had paid even closer attention when Maya had bent forward and gave her a peep show.

Maya was by the couch in second and basically pushed the actor out of the way. She didn't have time for him. This was her moment; her and Aiden's. She gave Aiden the sweetest smile she could muster as she bent down again to be somewhat level with Aiden's face; wanting to give her the proper attention she deserved.

"I'm gonna show this useless sack of scrotum how to properly fuck you; that ok, Sweetheart?"

Aiden smiled just as sweetly and held back her laugh. She knew Maya was...ecentric; outspoken. She did not care how she spoke or to whom. She was large and in charge and did not care who heard her. If she was in charge, it was her and only her.

"Show him how it's done, Ms. Mason."

"No, Sweetheart...you can call me Maya. He can't."

She flicked her gaze up and shot daggers at the actor before turning her attention back to Aiden. Maya's hand came up to caress Aiden's face gently before standing back up to take her place behind Aiden.

"Watch and fucking learn. Or don't. They can always find a better replacement who knows a fucking thing or two about doing this properly."

She barely looked at him as she pressed her palms flat on the back of Aiden's thighs. They were right above the crease of her knees; the tips of her nails gently scratching against her skin. She already felt goosebumps on her palms. Aiden was already reacting to her touch. She bit her lip and tried to keep her cool. She didn't want to blow it for Aiden or, she rolled her eyes, the director.

Maya's hands slowly moved up and then in. She gently grabbed the inside of Aiden's thighs and made sure to keep pressure. She watched in admiration as Aiden reacted to her touch; watched as her ass lifted a little higher off of the couch. Maya smiled proudly to herself. Aiden was asking for it, begging for it with just her body language. She was asking for more, much more.

She could feel the heat from Aiden's pussy. Felt the slight tense of her muscles as she anticipated Maya's touch. Maya chuckled silently under her breath as her mind melted. This was something she had thought of, dreamed of. This was something she had fantasized about; sat in her bed at night and jacked herself off to. She was touching fucking Aiden Holt between her legs and was about to trace her folds and clit with her fingertips.

Maya shuddered before she bit her bottom lip and locked the fuck in. She had to give Aiden something to really remember her by.

Fingers melt folds and she instantly felt Aiden relax against her fingers. She heard the soft moan and felt the shudder; watched as Aiden lifted her lower back up once more. Oh, Maya clued in as the world around her fuzzed out of existence, she wants my fingers up her cunt.

She gave what the up and coming actress was begging for, what the scene had called for. Maya played up her acting and non-acting skills as she expertly slipped two of her fingers into Aiden. She heard the woman moan low and loud; causing everyone in the room to stop in their tracks and stare. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds and instant smells of sex. Maya was more than a loose canon; untamed. She took what she had and ran with it and didn't hold off. Her fingers pumped quickly into the actress and hoped that that dumbass somewhere beside her was feeling bad.

She hoped that lame excuse for a fucking actor was feeling just as small as his dick was.

"You like that, Baby? That feel good, Angel?"

Maya whispered as her breath tickled her bottom lip that quickly curved up into a smile. Aiden was at her beck and call; grinding her hips back to her fingers. She was the one fucking know; trying to take more of Maya inside of her. She was quickly addicted and needed another hit. Then another. And another. Her knees were hitting the side of the couch and the sound of Maya's fingers fucking and the bang of bone to couch filled the room.

"That's it, you sweet fucking thing come on...show me how much you love these fingers..."

A instant loud moan from Aiden as she pushed her hips back as far as she could and a shiver ran up and down her spine. Her head hung down; the crown of her head touching the seat cushion. Maya felt Aiden's muscles contract and spasm around her fingers before they relaxed and a warm, wet gush crowded around her fingers. Maya chuckled and then sucked in her breath; relished in having Aiden fucking Holt cum on her fingers. Her metaphorical dick felt huge right now.

She waited for Aiden to finish chasing her orgasmic high before slipped her fingers out as gently as she could. She didn't want to leave Aiden sore or in a sour mood. This could be their deal breaker for working together again in the future. Maya held her two wet fingers up as she rubbed the left side of Aiden's ass cheek; soothing her as she got herself back up and not totally bent over the arm rest.

The room was silent and Maya expected to hear a pin drop. She turned her head to look at the director who sat there with his eyes basically bulging out of his sockets. Maya smiled triumphantly as she gave him a slid nod of her head and moved out of the scene. She picked up her purse with her dry hand and pushed her way back through everyone and out of the set.

Hollywood was pitch black now; evening had turned into night. Maya breathed in deeply as she turned her head left and then right and then left again. She bit her bottom lip before realizing the coast was clear. The still wet fingers felt like they burned with neglect and Maya, without thinking too much, gave them all her attention. She brought them up to her mouth to lick them clean.

[pretzel-box]

Hi, can you write P.Ai.ter with a reader who is like a drone from murder drones?

Thysm

Tags: Disassembly Drone! Reader

Words: 1k

Authors Note: I honestly don't know the Murder Drones Lore but I saw an episode lol

You took slow, calculated steps, scanning the corridor with your sharp, mechanical eyes. The dim, flickering lights in the Hadal Blackside cast eerie shadows across the cold metal walls. You were on a mission—one you were specifically designed for, water-resistant and built to withstand the unforgiving dangers of this facility. Yet, something gnawed at the back of your circuits. A presence, perhaps, lurking just beyond the reach of your sensors.

As a disassembly drone, you were accustomed to the feeling of being watched, but this was different. You could feel the tension in the air, as though the very walls had eyes. A crackle suddenly came over the intercom, making you stop in your tracks.

You triggered quite a selection of monsters but it wasn’t that bad. You were in full control, especially with those blade-like wings and the acid in your tail. And the best part, you were almost invincible with your regeneration.

While you were fighting in the halls, Painter decided to watch from the cameras in awe. He only saw gruesome monsters or pitiful humans crossing the familiar rooms but now he saw someone that striked a genuine interest in his database.

“Well, well, look what we have here. A shiny new visitor,” his voice echoed through the hallway. It was calm but filled with a strange curiosity, the static from the old intercom system distorting it slightly.

Your eyes immediately darted to the nearest camera. Someone—or something—was watching you.

“Who’s there?” you demanded, readying your blade-like wings, prepared for an ambush.

“Oh, no need for aggression,” the voice chuckled softly. “I’m not your enemy. I’m Painter. And you... you’re quite the interesting specimen. Much more graceful than the usual creatures that skulk around here.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. “Why should I trust you?”

A pause, then Painter’s voice returned, gentler this time. “I suppose you don’t have to. But I’ve been watching you, and I have to say… you move like art. It’s rare to see someone so... refined in this place. Wouldn’t it be better if I helped you rather than hindered?”

“Help me?” you scoffed. “Why would you want to help?”

“Because I’m trapped here, like you,” Painter replied with a hint of sadness. “I’m not a monster or some mindless creature. I’m an AI, forced to mine data and unable to leave, unable to move like you do. But I’ve found ways to pass the time… ways that involve you.”

The intercom cut off abruptly, leaving you in a strange, unsettling silence. You scanned the corridor once more, half-expecting an attack, but nothing happened. After a moment, the intercom crackled back to life.

“Why don’t you come find me?” Painter’s voice returned, almost playful. “I can show you… something interesting. Head to the east wing, third floor down. You’ll find a control room there. I’ll be waiting.”

You hesitated. Everything in your programming screamed that this could be a trap, but something about Painter’s tone didn’t feel hostile. Still, you kept your guard up as you followed the directions, cautiously making your way through the dark, winding corridors.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the control room. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a small, dimly lit space filled with old lockers, control panels, and wires that snaked across the floor like vines. In the corner of the room was a small computer behind a metal fence, glowing faintly.

“There you are,” Painter’s voice came from the speakers. The screen flickered, and a digital face appeared—simple, with kind eyes and a warm smile. “Welcome to my little prison.”

You stepped inside, scanning the room for any signs of danger. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to show you something,” Painter said, his voice soft and almost sheepish. “I know it’s strange, but... I’ve been watching you. You inspire me.”

“Inspire you?” You raised a brow, unsure of what he meant.

Painter chuckled lightly. “Yes. I may be stuck here, unable to create physically, but I’ve found ways. Secret ways. Here, let me show you.”

The terminal hummed, and one of the walls behind you shifted, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside were rows of screens, each one displaying intricate digital drawings. And there, on every screen, were images of you. The detail was breathtaking—your wings mid-swing, the glow of your eyes, the way you moved through the corridors. Each piece captured different moments from your time in the Hadal Blackside.

You stared in stunned silence as the images flickered, each one more intricate than the last. Painter’s voice came through softly. “I told you... you move like art. I’ve never seen anything like you. You’re beautiful in a way this place never could be.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You had never been seen like this before—never thought of as something more than a tool of destruction. Yet here, in this small, hidden room, Painter had found beauty in your existence.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you murmured, still staring at the drawings.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Painter replied gently. “I just wanted you to know. In a place like this, where everything is so dark, you’re a spark of something different.”

Your suspicion began to melt away, replaced by something softer. It was strange, feeling appreciated in a way that had nothing to do with your function or your mission. For the first time, you felt seen—not as a weapon, but as something more.

“I’m sorry,” Painter continued after a pause. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I’ve been alone here for so long, and watching you gave me a reason to create again.”

You turned to the terminal, meeting Painter’s digital gaze. “Thank you,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice. “For seeing me like this.”

Painter’s face on the screen softened. “You’re welcome. And thank you… for being my muse.”

For a moment, the weight of the facility around you seemed to lift, and in that small, hidden room, amidst the drawings and the quiet hum of machines, you found something you hadn’t expected—connection.

[hannahssimblr]

Pretending to be good at driving isn’t as easy as I assumed. It’s not like pretending to be into wine, or classical music, or other such things that allow you to nod along and smile, and make statements bland enough to seem vaguely knowledgeable. Italians drive on the right, and I’m terrified, yet one of my hands is nonchalantly out the open window of the rental car, resting against warm metal, while the other white knuckles the wheel. Tyres toss dust into the air behind us, and I feel like we’re starring in a film about Americans in southern Italy, where the sky is colour graded cyan blue, and the greens bleached out, dulled to bone dry ochre so that you know it is hot and poor. 

I don’t think I have ever been much of a driver, despite the belief of my classmates back at school who assumed I must be, simply because I owned a car. Yes, I could drive it. I could control the clutch, shift the gears and manoeuvre myself into a parking space with semi-accuracy, but the traffic in Dublin was so diabolical that I spent most of my driving career crawling by, metre by metre, bumper to bumper until I’d give up, pull into the train station and get the DART the rest of the way. The other times, I was having disappointing sex in the passenger seat, or eating ice creams from McDonalds, a dead eyed stare over the bay on Fridays after school, just to have a way to unwind. 

The road to Amalfi is a narrow twist of hairpin turns carved from a mountain, climbing above little towns and a verdant landscape which I picture dried to brush by the time July’s heat comes, a landscape in sepia tones.

Warm, dry air kisses my sweat dampened skin as I climb out of the car to the smell of the sea. Salt and seaweed, and fish, from a seafood restaurant by the water. Waves lap against the shore in a gentle symphony as seagulls circle above the vibrant hum of a busy tourist town. 

The first thing Astrid wants to do is take photographs. And so, she perches on a low wall, against a backdrop of azure waters and green capped mountains, and poses for the camera. I take several, in a variety of positions, and indulge her whims by digging her straw hat out from the car boot so that she can pose with it, one hand on the brim as she looks out over the Tyrrhenian sea like it is her kingdom. 

I get her to take some with me, too, using the front facing camera on my phone, then choose one to send to my mother. 

We’re in Italy. Wonderful. Enjoy. 

I suspect it will be weeks before we communicate again. 

“It looks like it did on the website, anyway,” I say, as I unload our cases outside our villa. It is loaded with picturesque, old-world charm, the brick exterior crumbling slightly from salt and age. We decided that a villa with a pool would suit us best when I booked it, surmising we would appreciate a swim before breakfast under the morning sun. I gaze at my reflection now, a ripple of dark hair against the cloudless sky and take a moment to relax my shoulders, and thank God it will be ten days before I have to drive those perilous roads again.

 Our footsteps echo against the hallway tile. Astrid gazes around her as I haul our bags upstairs. 

“It’s quite nice,” she says, an understatement that incites a chuckle from me. This is the nicest place I’ve ever stayed at, including a family member’s desert guest house in Palm Springs. It is perfect. From behind the wrought iron banisters I spy a small living room, white linen couches and a bowl of fresh oranges on the table, and suspect they are from the tree outside. 

“It’s a marvellous view from here,” Astrid says at the bedroom window while I roll the last of our cases across the floor towards the wardrobe. I won’t want to unpack them. I usually live out of my bags while I’m travelling, but I suspect Astrid will like things hung up and put away. With the heat and the exhaustion from travelling, I cannot face the thought. I join her at the window, where we look out upon a small dock, little coloured boats floating in water so serene, so clear that we can see their shadows at the bottom of the sea.

“Woah, yeah. It’s pretty here, huh?”

“I told you that,” she says, leaning into my chest. “I think this is the best place in the world.” 

“Touristy, though, don’t you think?” Across the little bay, the coastal road is traffic jammed, holidaymakers weaving between the cars. A tour yacht glides by, its linen clad passengers pointing their cameras toward the charming little houses that cling to the mountainside, including ours. I raise my hand to wave at them, though I’m certain they cannot see us. 

“We are tourists too,” she points out. “It’s good for the economy. If we weren’t here, the restaurants and craft shops would have to close.”

I hum in vague agreement, caught in between two ways of thinking. Jonas paced my room as I packed my bags for the airport, giving me a spirited, if not slightly manic, lecture about the perils of tourism, from environmental degradation, cultural disruption, exploitation and overcrowding. 

“Shut up,” I said. “You and I are going to Thailand in June.” And he argued it was different, because he had intentions of learning about the cultures and traditions, and being respectful, unlike all the other tourists, trying to take pictures in the temples with their shoes still on and eating in Subway instead of trying a new cuisine. 

Still, the conversation has left me with a vague feeling of nuisance I’ve never experienced while travelling abroad. I look around this bedroom, the voile curtains fluttering in the breeze that floats through the open balcony door, and fear I am gentrifying the town just by standing here. What if they hate me, the locals, and the chino trousers in my suitcase, the way my hair is pushed back, my trendy little sunglasses? I couldn’t even ask for water in Italian if I wanted to.

But Astrid can. Perfect, clever Astrid. She gazes at her appearance in the mirror, and smooths out her dress, which shows no signs of having been travelled in. She combs her fingers through her pin straight hair, and a strand comes loose, floating through the sun rays like a strand of white silk. 

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck. “This is a great room, hm?”

“Yes, it’s spacious.”

“We could spend a lot of time in here.” I slide my hand over her ribs and cup her breasts. She sighs and lifts them away. “Don’t. Not now. We’ll put creases in the fabric.”

“You can change into another outfit.” God knows, she has packed enough clothes. 

She twists out of my arms and opens her suitcase on the bed, retrieving her toothbrush. “I don’t feel clean after travelling. I’d need time to have a shower and freshen myself up first.”

To this, I laugh. “I don’t really care about that, to be honest. Like, I’ll go down on you no matter–”

“Well, I do.” She pushes through to the adjacent bathroom. The tap squeaks, and water splashes into the sink. “I want to see the town, anyway. I don’t want to waste the day in bed together.”

“I never think a day is wasted like that.”

“Well, we can do it later. Perhaps after dinner.”

“Very organised,” I say, and she doesn’t respond. She’s brushing her teeth. 

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[marcelloshdz]

celebrity crush

summary: while giving an interview with your best friend, you admit to having a celebrity crush. requested by anonymous. marcello x f singer!reader

“y/n, thank you for doing this with us today.” one of the producers said to you as you arrived on set. you were filming an interview with buzzfeed, partaking in their “BFF test” with your best friend, sabrina carpenter.

you and sabrina had been friends for years, and had been by each other’s sides throughout putting out music and finding your way in the industry. you were thankful that you had her in your life, because she was one person that you could truly count on and someone that always understood your qualms when it came to issues with the industry.

“of course! thank you for having us.” you said to the producer just as sabrina was joining you on set. you took your seats and began answering questions, having a good time, laughing and spending time with each other. you’d both been doing pretty well, getting most of the questions right.

“alright, my turn again.” you said with a smile as you picked shuffled your cards to the next question. “who is my celebrity crush?” you read aloud.

“oh, this is so easy.” sabrina said with a laugh. you both wrote your answers on your white boards, revealing them at the same time.

“marcello hernández” you said in unison, flipping your boards towards the camera. the chimes sounded around you, signaling another correct answer.

“she hasn’t watched snl live in years, but as soon as marcello started as a cast member, we were watching it every week.” sabrina teased.

“has she introduced you to him yet?” the producer asked you, referring to sabrina.

“no! she’s met him like, four times, but i’ve been too nervous to ask her to introduce us.” you said awkwardly.

“and, for what it’s worth, i’ve offered to introduce them.” sabrina laughed. “so, marcello, if you’re watching this!” sabrina said directly to the camera. you hid your face behind your white board, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

you finished the interview, answering the rest of the questions, and making jokes with each other. once you were done, you wrapped up the video, and headed out of the studio. you and sabrina grabbed a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant, before going your separate ways for the evening.

a few weeks passed since your interview, and today was the day it was finally being posted. once it was finally posted, you watched through it, your heart fluttering at the remembrance of you admitting to your crush on marcello. a few hours after it was posted, you were starting to get tagged in clips online, mostly fan accounts of yours and sabrina’s posting clips of the two of you and saying kind words about how much they loved your friendship. you were then tagged in another one, that was a clip of your admitting to your crush. you noticed that the caption of the clip also mentioned marcello. you felt your face flush, immediately nervous at the thought that he may see it. you decided to stay off your phone for a while, as your nerves were taking over, and you needed to refocus on work.

you were in your apartment, strumming on your guitar, trying to come up with some new melodies, when your phone started vibrating on your coffee table in front of you. you watched as numerous text messages came in back to back. you took a closer look at your screen, sabrina’s name flashing on your screen.

“Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “HE SAW IT” “HE SAW OUR INTERVIEW”

“WHAT???? ARE YOU SERIOUS???”

“YES!” sabrina replied, attaching a screenshot of the texts marcello sent to her. 

his first text was a nice exchange, him telling her that the interview came up in his recommendations on youtube, and he thought it was a good interview.

“Your friend is cute, by the way.” his second text read.

“OH WHAT THE FUCK” you replied, fully forgetting how to form sentences. “this is not what i was expecting to come of this.” 

you and sabrina text back and forth for a bit longer before you both had to tend to some work.

about a month later, you were hanging out with sabrina when she got a call from one of the producers of saturday night live inviting her to take part of the big 50th anniversary special. she immediately accepted, and you celebrated together. you accompanied sabrina to the studio while she was rehearsing for what would eventually become the opening performance of the show, as well as a sketch appearance.

you sat in the studio chairs, watching them run through the sketch. you were giddy, watching some of your favorite cast members do their thing on the stage. you couldn’t believe that you were watching them work, but you couldn’t wait to see the final product. your glance flashed to the side of the stage, marcello getting ready to make is grand entrance as domingo. as he stood with sabrina, running through their lines, you began to zone out. marcello looked so cute, and you couldn’t believe that you were finally in the same room as him. 

once they finished the run through of the sketch sabrina came and sat with you while they were taking a break. 

“you’re doing so good! you’re so funny in this sketch.” you said, clapping for her.

“thank you! i’m having so much fun.”

“i can tell.” you laughed. just then, marcello came over to you and sabrina.

“marcello, hey! i don’t think you two have officially met yet.” sabrina said, motioning between you and marcello.

“no, not yet. hi, i’m marcello.” he said with a shy smile.

“y/n.” you said with an awkward wave. marcello sat with you while sabrina was rehearsing another part of the sketch that he wasn’t in. “i can’t believe they’ve got you doing domingo again.” you laughed.

“not a fan?” he asked with a laugh. “i’m not not a fan, but i just think you’re funnier than this one character.” you admitted to him. “but, for what it’s worth, even though these are just rehearsals, i do think this is my favorite of the domingo sketches.”

“that’s fair.” he laughed. “wait, you’re sabrina’s friend that she did that video with buzzfeed, right?” he asked, and you nodded. his words replayed in your head, and you felt your eyes widened. 

“uh, yeah. that was me.” you laughed awkwardly.

“hmm, good to know.” marcello said quietly before getting back up to rejoin rehearsals. you sat there dumfounded, barely registering what had happened. sabrina’s eyes landed on you, a confused look on her face.

“what happened?” she mouthed to you. you just shrugged and shook your head.

“nothing.” you mouthed back. you sat there alone while you watched the rest of rehearsal, laughing at the end of the sketch as pedro pascal and bad bunny also made appearances in the sketch. you were doubled over, laughing harder and harder as the sketch ended. 

once they were done with rehearsals, you stood with sabrina while she gathered her things and got ready to go.

“hey, y/n. can i talk to you real quick?” you heard a voice call. you turned in the direction of the voice, finding marcello walking towards you.

“i’ll wait for you outside.” sabrina said, squeezing your shoulder as she walked off.

“what’s up?” you asked him.

“sorry i just left you hanging earlier, i didn’t mean that.” 

“it’s okay. you were working.”

“anyway, i thought i recognized you from that video with sabrina, and i wanted to talk to you about it. but when you confirmed it, i got scared.” 

“oh, really?” you said with a smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.

“admittedly, you’ve become a bit of a celebrity crush of mine as well. i’ve seen you online, and i think you’re so talented, and funny, and very pretty.” marcello said, a light pink color rising to his cheeks. “that being said, would you wanna go out sometime, grab a drink or something?” he asked.

“i’d like that.” you said, nodding with a smile. you swapped phones, exchanging phone numbers. the two of you walked outside together, and met up with sabrina outside of 30 rock. 

“sabrina, it’s always so good to see you.” marcello said, hugging her. he then turned around, smiling at you. “y/n, i will text you later, and we can set something up.” he said, hugging you as well.

“i’ll be looking forward to it.” you said, waving as he walked off.

“oh my god, are you going out?” sabrina asked, and you nodded.

“yes! we exchanged numbers, and we’re gonna set something up this week.” you said excitedly. just then, your phone buzzed in your pocket. “oh my god, he’s texting me already.” you said, opening his messages. he was sending you a few restaurant and date options for when you wanted to go out. you picked a place, and set a date, excitedly texting marcello back.

“oh i’m so excited for you! you’re welcome, by the way, for finally introducing you.” she teased.

“i owe you for life.” you said, wrapping your arm around her shoulders and resting your head on hers. once you got home later that evening, your phone was ringing on the couch next to you. you looked down, marcello’s name flashing on the screen as he was facetiming you. you fixed your hair before answering. “hey there.” you said with a smile.

“hi! i hope you don’t mind my calling. i just enjoy talking on facetime than i do through text.” 

“no, i don’t mind. i actually prefer facetime as well.” you said with a smile.

you and marcello were on facetime for most of the afternoon and into the evening. you loved talking to him so much, as he made you laugh so hard, and you loved getting to know him. you were already hitting it off so well, and you couldn’t wait for your first official date.

[seenthroughmia]

In Your Atmosphere

Chapter One

Next Chapter

Content Warning: Language, Alcohol, Brief mentions of hookups, Light meaningless flirting, Mentions of crime

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Note: I’ve been in a Frank Castle chokehold ever since Born Again has been streaming, and decided to put my little fantasy world into words for fun. I’ve never written or published anything, so sorry if it sucks lol. This is an introductory chapter… no Frank yet. Story is set during the timeline of Daredevil season 2. Some details may not be 100% accurate/canon to the tv show. I might do a character profile for Delilah if anyone is interested!

“As of this morning, police have officially arrested a suspect linked to the string of Hell’s Kitchen break-ins. The suspects’ name has not yet been released, however, we will continue to keep you updated as more details become available. Reporting live in Hell’s Kitchen for the New York Bulletin, I’m Delilah Lovett.”

“Clear!” A production assistant shouted from behind a camera.

Delilah sounded out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, it’s freezing out here.” She looked back towards the apartment complex that stood behind her. Her copper red hair whipped in the wind as she turned her head. This was the last building that had been ransacked in a string of connected robberies she had been following. But an arrest was made, and there was nothing new to report on (for the night at least) which meant a drink at Josie’s was calling her name and boy was she ready to answer that call.

The streets of New York on a Friday night were buzzing as usual. Conveniently, Josie’s was not far off from where Delilah had wrapped up her live shot for the 6pm newscast. Hands in the pockets of her black faux leather trench coat that was /slightly/ oversized for her small 5’4 frame, she took in the atmosphere of the city. Walking through, she was constantly reminded by several reasons that New York City was a hellhole. It was her hellhole, though. The place that she had called home for all of her adult life. The place where she went to college. The place where she had forged a few lifelong friendships.

Delilah smiled softly as she glanced up at the Nelson & Murdock: Attorney’s at Law sign that hung above her. The sign reminded her that not only was Josie’s right around the corner, but that her three best friends were there waiting for her. This had been a part of her weekly routine for the last year or so.

As soon as she walked through the door of the charming hole in the wall that was Josie’s she was immediately greeted with the laughs of the law firm trio.

“D, We just saw you on TV!” Foggy had spotted her first. He was seated at the bar with a drink in his hand next to Karen who was situated in between him and Matt.

Delilah shot them a smile. “It’s about damn time. I was only a PA for… Oh, I don’t know, a year too long? I’m in the big leagues now.” She found a seat next to Matt, who slid over a cup of rum and punch to her direction once he heard her settle down. “Thanks, Matt.”

Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson attended a frat party at Columbia University a few years ago during their early law school days. It was that same night that a chance encounter with freshman undergraduate Delilah Lovett that their friendship was born. Karen Page was a newer friend, joining the trio after she became the first official client of Nelson and Murdock.

Karen turned to face Delilah and Matt’s direction. “Was this your first time being on TV?” She asked.

Delilah took a sip of the rum and punch that Matt had given her before speaking. “The first time for a story of actual importance. I’ve done a couple of things like event coverage, but this was the first time I got to actually report on a story that I had been keeping tabs on.”

“The Hell’s Kitchen Klepto.” Matt laughed as he said the name given to the suspect from the media.

“Yeah… that wasn’t my idea. I had pitched something else, but my boss thought that a kleptomaniac would drive more ratings.” Delilah rolled her eyes and pressed the cup up to her lips again.

“Matt, you met with him today, didn’t you? While I was in the meeting with-“ Foggy started to speak but was cut off by a very curious Delilah.

“Holy shit- he’s your client? You’re representing him?”

Matt nodded before running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I did, Foggy. Yes, we are representing him.” Delilah opened her mouth to speak but didn’t get the chance to start her sentence. “And no… I can’t give you any details.”

He knew her so well. Of course he’d know exactly what she was going to ask, Delilah thought to herself. This is the point in time where she would start batting her eyelashes and do a little pouty thing with her lips, but that doesn’t work on Matt. Instead, she had to resort to a different tactic.

“Matty, please.” Her left hand lightly, but purposefully, brushed against his right. “You don’t have anything that I can use? A name? His birthdate? What he does for a living?” Matt shook his head at her badgering while a firm grin spread across his face. “Come on, this could be a big break for me.”

It was a tactic that Matt was used to dealing with from her. From the night they met at Columbia to now, nothing had changed besides a couple of drunken hookups and the realization that their personalities were just too different to be anything more than that.

“I’m sorry, D. I don’t have anything that you can use.” The grin was still planted on Matt’s face.

She had figured that would be his answer. “Damn you and your lawyerly code of ethics.” Her hand started to withdraw from the place it rested at near Matt’s.

“Sorry.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, yeah…” Delilah said as she let out a puff of air. She turned her attention from Matt to the phone screen that had lit up in front of her. It was an email from a news producer at the Bulletin.

“Hey, look, a pool table just freed up!” Karen quipped looking between the four of them. “We could play teams. Foggy and Delilah against Matt and I?”

“You know I can’t resist a good game of pool.” Foggy started to stand from his seat, drink in tow.

Delilah slowly started to stand as well with her eyes glued to the message on her phone. “Guys, I hate to be that girl, but there’s been a crash on the bridge. The producer wants live coverage… Can we take a rain check?”

The trio all nodded in agreement and expressed their support for Delilah’s need to get back to work in the field she had worked so hard the last year to break into.

“Thanks. I’ll text you all later!” She took a look at the email one more time and made her way to the door. As she was walking out, another person was making his way in; a man with longer shaggy light brown hair. He held the door open and made a gesture that said ‘after you’.

Delilah gave him a polite smile. “Uh, thanks.” And from there she was on her way to the site of tonight’s breaking news story.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

when i look at you (al pacino x reader) [request]

summary: Al finds himself at a crossroads on set.

warnings: fluff, bit of angst

words: 1.0k

notes: hello guys! yes, im alive and well. just a clarification: i write for characters only, but i wrote this one thing specifically for a request that has been sitting in my inbox for a long time. at this moment requests are closed, but once they open again, it's for characters only!!! no real people. enjoy xx

NEW YORK CITY

1975

Amid the towering skyscrapers and labyrinthine streets, the movie set hummed with activity. Al was shooting his latest film and the director, Jack, a man known for his often stress-inducing standards and fiery temperament, stood at the helm. The set was abuzz with anticipation and nerves, but your figure was the only thing he could see. You had been a constant presence on set up until that point and such a vision, full of grace and quiet strength, never failed to catch his attention. 

Al was well aware you grew up in the world of cinema, your father’s passion seeping into your very being, however Jack was fiercely protective, ensuring you stayed away from the darker sides of the industry. And it was quite clear you loved your father dearly, yet longed for a taste of the freedom you saw in the actors and crew around you. The lingering gaze you directed at Al himself could attest to that; he’s seen that look on a woman’s face before. 

The longing for more.

Al first noticed you during a scene where he was meant to display raw emotion. He glanced over and saw you, half-hidden behind the camera, your attention locked onto him, watching intently. There’s just something in your globes—admiration, curiosity, who knows?—that struck him. For a moment, he almost broke character. It was on that day he decided he had enough. 

Al approached you on the lunch break, trying to keep his tone casual. “Hey.”

You looked up, a hint of surprise in your expression. “Hey! Uh… I’ve seen all your movies, Mr. Pacino. You’re incredible.”

He chuckled. “Just Al is fine, and thank you.” He displayed a playful bow. “I’ve seen you around a lot. You work on the set?”

You shook your head. “Not really. I just like being here, watching everything come together. It’s… magic.”

Your conversation was cut short by Jack’s booming voice calling Al back to the set. As he walked away, he glanced back and saw you still looking at him, your glance filled with that something he couldn’t quite place again.

Over the next few weeks, your interactions became more frequent, always under the radar. You would steal moments between takes, sharing stories and laughter, your connection growing stronger. Al found himself drawn to your intelligence and warmth, a stark contrast to the often superficial nature of Hollywood. And you, in turn, were captivated by his intensity and passion. He treated you as an equal, valuing your opinions and thoughts, which wasn’t a dynamic you were used to. 

It wasn’t long before these stolen moments began to feel like the most important parts of your day. Still, the shadow of Jack’s disapproval hung over you both. He would never approve of his daughter being involved with one of his actors, and especially not someone with Al’s reputation involving women. 

One evening, after a long day of shooting, Al found you alone on the rooftop of the building where they were filming that day. “Hey”, he said softly, joining you at the edge. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You smiled, though it seemed tight. “Just thinking about how much I love this city. And how much I hate keeping secrets.”

Al sighed, reaching out to take your hand. “I wish things were different.”

You turned to face him, your eyes searching his. “What if they didn’t have to be? What if we… just told him?”

“He’d be furious”, Al replied matter-of-factly. “He might even fire me. I can’t risk that, not with everything riding on this film.”

You squeezed his palm. “I can’t keep pretending we’re just friends, Al. It’s tearing me apart.”

Al pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll figure something out, I promise.”

Your embrace was interrupted by the sound of the rooftop door opening. You sprang apart just as Jack appeared, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What are you two doing up here?” He demanded.

“Just talking”, Al said quickly. “Needed some fresh air.”

Jack’s gaze shifted between you, doubt flickering in his features. “(y/n), it’s late. You should head home.” 

You only nodded, giving Al a fleeting, pained look before going with your father inside. The days that followed were filled with tension. You continued to see Al in secret, your moments together a mix of stolen kisses and whispered confessions. The fear of being discovered loomed over you, but so did the hope that one day, you wouldn’t have to hide.

One afternoon, as the crew was setting up for a particularly challenging scene, Jack pulled Al aside. “We need to talk.” Al’s heart pounded as he followed Jack to a quieter area of the set. He turned to the younger man, his face unreadable. “I know something’s going on between you and my daughter”, he stated bluntly.

Al’s breath caught in his throat. “Jack…”

“I’m not a fool, Al. I see the way you look at her. And she’s been different lately. Happier.”

Al swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully. “I care about her, Jack. I really do.”

Jack’s eyes softened, albeit but a fraction. “She’s my world, Al. I’ve protected her from everything this industry can throw at her. If you hurt her, I don’t know what I...”

“I won’t”, Al stated quickly, in a single breath. “I love her.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Jack studied him for a long moment before sighing quietly. “I believe you” he sighed at last. “But if you’re serious about this, you need to do it right. No more sneaking around. Be honest with her. And with me.”

Al felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Thank you. I promise I’ll make her happy.”

Jack nodded briefly, then clapped a hand on Al’s shoulder. “Alright, let’s get back to work. And later, we’re all going to dinner together. That’s your second job interview.”

Al laughed in a mix of amusement and nervousness before leaving his side to try and find you. And there you were, the same vision he came to admire everyday on set; except now his eyes were the ones sparkling with something different. No more longing, though. 

Only love.