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moonlightwritingf1 · 7 months ago

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Unspoken Desires | LN4

🌙 summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N have been dating for a few weeks but haven't been intimate yet. As they're getting ready to go out one night, Lando suddenly confesses his intense desire.

🌙 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

🌙 word count ━━━━━━━ 3.1k

🌙 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

"I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now," Lando said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the silence like a knife. His words hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and hot all over.

She glanced up at him, her heart racing, and saw the intensity in his eyes—a raw, unfiltered need that made her own body respond in kind. He wasn’t hiding it, not even trying to play it cool. The way he looked at her, it was like he was seeing straight through to her core, like he knew exactly how much she wanted this too. And maybe he did. Maybe he’d been picking up on the little cues, the way her breath hitched when he got too close, the way her thighs pressed together when he leaned in to kiss her neck.

He had always been good at reading her.

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It started about three weeks ago, during one of those late-night encounters that seemed harmless at first but quickly spiraled into something much more. They had been hanging out at his place, just talking, laughing, the kind of easy chemistry that makes time disappear. But then his hand brushed against hers, just a fleeting touch, and suddenly the air between them felt charged, electric.

"What are we doing?" she asked, unable to keep the nervous edge out of her voice.

Lando had leaned back in his chair, studying her for a long moment before answering. "I don’t know," he admitted, his tone measured but his eyes telling a different story. There was something there, something simmering just below the surface, and it wasn’t hard to guess what it was. Desire. Pure, unadulterated desire.

And yet, neither of them made a move. Not then, anyway. Instead, they fell into a rhythm, a dance that involved lingering glances, stolen touches, and endless teasing. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and frustrating all at once. Every time they got close, something held them back—a fear of ruining what they had, perhaps, or maybe just the uncertainty of where things were headed.

But tonight? Tonight feelt different.

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The two of them were standing by the door, coats draped over their arms, ready to head out for the night. Or at least, she had been ready. Now, with Lando’s words still ringing in her ears, she could barely think straight. Her pulse pounded in her temples, and her skin felt overly sensitive, like it was buzzing with anticipation.

"Lando," she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. "What… what are you saying?"

He stepped closer, crowding her space until there was only an inch or two between them. His hands found her hips, fingers gripping lightly but firmly, anchoring her in place. "I’m saying," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, "that I want you. Like I’ve never wanted anyone else. And yeah, maybe we’d only been dating a few weeks, but fuck it. I don’t care about playing it cool anymore."

His confession sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her resolve starting to crumble. He wanted her. No games, no pretense—just raw, undeniable desire. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his expression fierce and unapologetic. "Dead serious."

The weight of his words settled over her, heavy and irresistible. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with whatever he had for dinner earlier. It was intoxicating, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. And honestly? She didn’t want to resist.

"Then what are we waiting for?" she challenged, lifting her chin slightly.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was equal parts demanding and desperate.

Her bag slipped from her shoulder, hitting the floor with a dull thud as her free hand clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue swept into her mouth, urgent and insistent, and she could taste the sharpness of his mint gum, mingled with a hint of something darker, wilder.

Lando’s hand slid up her side, tracing the curve of her waist until his fingers dipped beneath the hem of her top, brushing against the warm expanse of her skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, devouring her mouth like he couldn’t get enough of her.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he muttered against her lips, his voice rough and strained.

She tugged on the collar of his shirt, urging him closer, and he responded by lifting her effortlessly, setting her down on the nearby table. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her. The sudden intimacy of the position made her breath hitch, and she could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her center, a delicious reminder of just how badly he wanted her.

"You feel so good," he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and gravelly, almost possessive. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, skimming over the fabric of her jeans before dipping beneath the hem. The touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. "I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you are."

Perfect. The word made her heart stutter. She was far from perfect, but in this moment, with Lando looking at her like she was the only thing that existed, it didn’t seem to matter. His green/blue eyes bore into hers, stripping away any doubt, any insecurity. All she could see was the intensity in his gaze, the way it flickered with need.

"Lando…" she breathed, her voice shaky. Her hands found his shoulders, gripping him tightly as if he might disappear if she let go.

He responded by pressing her harder against the table, his hips aligning with hers. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her, unrelenting and undeniable. His lips left hers, trailing down her jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you want me."

Want. The word hung heavy in the air, a demand disguised as a plea. She did want him. God, she did. But there was still a part of her holding back, questioning whether this was what she really wanted or if it was just the heat of the moment talking. Lando seemed to sense her hesitation because he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

"I want you," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I’d never wanted anyone like this before, but..."

"What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. It was such a stark contrast to the dominance she had felt moments ago that it caught her off guard. "Do you not feel it too?"

She shook her head quickly, feeling guilty for making him question himself. "No, it’s not that. I do feel it. I just—" She paused, unsure of how to explain the tangle of emotions swirling inside her. "I’ve never been this close to someone before. Not like this."

His expression softened, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small, reassuring smile. "I have," he admitted, his voice steady. "But none of it ever felt like this. This is different. It’s real, y/n. Can’t you feel it?"

She nodded, unable to deny the truth in his words. There was something different about this, something that felt raw and unfiltered. It wasn’t just about the physical attraction—though that was undeniable—it was about the connection, the way their hearts seemed to beat in sync.

"Then stop overthinking," Lando said, his tone playful but firm. "Just feel."

And with that, he kissed her again, deeper this time. His tongue parted her lips, exploring every inch of her mouth with an urgency that left no room for doubt. One hand traveled up her side, slipping beneath her shirt to press against the bare skin of her lower back. The other slid around to the front, palming her breast through her bra.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body arching involuntarily into his touch. A moan escaped her lips, swallowed by his as he continued to kiss her with a fervor that set her blood ablaze. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment, lost in each other.

"You’re so beautiful," Lando breathed, his voice ragged. His thumb brushed over her nipple, already hard with arousal, and she gasped against his mouth. "Every part of you."

His words sent a thrill of pleasure through her, her mind spinning with the implications. She’d never felt this desired, this wanted. And it was intoxicating. “Lando…” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Don’t stop.”

His response was immediate. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice thick with intent. “Not unless you tell me to.”

The weight of his words settled over her, leaving no room for uncertainty. This was happening. Right here, right now, with Lando looking at her like she was everything he’d ever wanted. She nodded, her decision made without a single doubt.

“Then don’t,” she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. “Take me.”

His pupils dilated at her words, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. Without another word, he reached for the button of her jeans, his movements quick but careful. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoed in the quiet space, a reminder of the intimacy unfolding between them.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly. The tone sent a shiver down her spine, the mix of dominance and tenderness overwhelming.

She obeyed, shifting her hips until her legs were parted, allowing him access. His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the elastic of her panties to gently cup her warmth. The contact was sudden, his fingers brushing against her clit with a precision that made her gasp.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Did you know that?”

She shook her head, too overwhelmed to speak. All she could do was watch as he dipped a finger inside her, his touch sending shockwaves through her body. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt, the way he filled her completely, tilting his finger just right to stroke her walls.

“So tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

His words ignited a fire within her, her hips bucking against his hand as she chased the pleasure. Lando obliged, adding a second finger and curling them in just the right way to make her knees tremble.

“Fuck, Lando…” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Please…”

“Please what?” he growled, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. How could she even begin to articulate the craving building inside her, the desperate need to have him fully, completely?

Before she could form the words, Lando took matters into his own hands—literally. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth and pressure of his mouth sending her spiraling into sensory overload.

“Oh my god…” she gasped, her hands flying to his hair as she tried to anchor herself. Lando didn’t hesitate, his tongue flicking against her clit with relentless precision. Every movement was deliberate, calculated to bring her closer to the edge.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, his voice muffled against her core. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His dirty talk only added fuel to the fire, her hips rocking against his face as she struggled to hold on. But Lando wasn’t done yet. He pulled back, positioning himself between her legs before guiding his cock to her entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice trembling with restraint. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, locked in a silent exchange of trust and desire.

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from begging. “Yes. Please.”

With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was almost too much, her body stretching to accommodate him. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Lando whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “I don’t think I’ll last.”

But then he started to move, slow and steady at first, giving her time to adjust. Each thrust was measured, his hips meeting hers with a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her veins.

“Lando,” she moaned, unable to hold back any longer. “Harder. Please.”

He listened, picking up the pace until the sound of their bodies connecting filled the air. The pleasure built with every thrust, consuming them both until all that was left was the raw, primal need to reach the peak together.

“Come for me,” Lando growled, his voice commanding. “Let me feel you come apart.”

He didn’t stop moving, not even for a second. His arms tightened around her as he carried her down the hallway, her legs still wrapped securely around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her breath hitched with every step, the sensation of him twitching within her only heightening the anticipation that built with each passing moment.

“You feel so good,” Lando murmured into her ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine. He nuzzled her neck, peppering soft kisses along her skin, making her shudder. “I can’t wait to have you like this, completely at my mercy.”

Mercy. The word sent a rush of heat through her body, pooling between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing, but it was no use. She was already lost in the haze of desire that Lando had created.

He kicked open the door to his bedroom with one swift motion, and then he was laying her down on the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His hands were everywhere—in her hair, on her hips, sliding up her thighs—as if he couldn’t get enough of her. And maybe he couldn’t. She certainly couldn’t get enough of him.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please, move… don’t make me wait.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned down to kiss her again, deep and possessive, his tongue dominating hers. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, those piercing green/blue eyes that seemed to see straight through to her soul. “I won’t,” he said, his voice a promise. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

Before she could respond, he spread her legs apart, repositioning himself between them. He looked down at her, his gaze intense, almost primal. “Are you sure?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

She nodded, unable to speak, her heart pounding in her chest. Yes, she thought. Always yes.

With one quick, deliberate motion, he made an in-and-out motion and sank into her again, filling her completely. She gasped, her body arching up to meet his, desperate for more. His name escaped her lips in a breathless moan, and he groaned in response, his forehead resting against hers.

“Fuck, y/n,” he muttered, his voice ragged. “You feel so damn good.”

He began to move, slow and steady at first, giving her body time to adjust again. His thrusts were measured, deliberate, each one hitting her in just the right spot. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

“Lando,” she cried out, her voice breaking. “Please… harder.”

He listened, picking up the pace until the room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, each one sending jolts of electricity through her veins. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, closer and closer, threatening to consume her.

“Come for me,” Lando demanded, his voice commanding. “Let me feel you come apart.”

His words pushed her over the edge, and she did exactly as he said. Her body convulsed around him, her walls clenching tight as the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, lost in the throes of pleasure, as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release.

“I’m close,” he gritted out, his voice strained. “God, I’m so close.”

She reached up to touch him, her fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. “Don’t stop,”she breathed, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t. With one final, powerful thrust, he came. He let out a guttural growl, his body going rigid as he spilled inside her, his warmth mingling with hers.

For a few moments, neither of them moved, caught in the aftermath of what had just happened. Lando collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She lay there, her heart still racing, her body buzzing with the remnants of pleasure.

“That was…” she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened.

“Incredible,” Lando finished for her, his voice soft but filled with conviction. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, before finally capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. “And it’s only the beginning.”

She smiled against his lips, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. But before she could fully bask in the moment, Lando pulled away slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Ready for round two?” he asked, his voice teasing.

As the night drew to a close, Lando and Y/N lay tangled in the sheets, breathless and content. Lando's fingers traced small circles on her skin, a soft and soothing contrast to the intensity of earlier. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, and she smiled, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

"You know," Lando murmured, his voice playful yet tender, "I think we just set a new standard for our dates."

She laughed softly, turning to meet his gaze. "Is that so?" she teased, her fingers gently caressing his chest.

"Yeah," he grinned, his eyes sparkling. "But no pressure. I think we can take it slow from here on out... unless you're ready to break some more records."

She chuckled, snuggling closer, feeling his warmth surrounding her. "Maybe we should just enjoy the moment, Lando."

He nodded, his expression softening as he held her tighter. "You're right. This... us... it feels real. And that's all that matters."

She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Just the quiet, simple certainty that something beautiful had begun between the two of them.

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radio-fmm · 9 months ago

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Dear Luffy

Luffy x fem!reader

2k words, sfw

Sanji finds out about your crush on Luffy, would he be able to keep the secret?

Masterlist | Pt. 2

Sanji’s heart dropped to the depths of his stomach as he stood still in the middle of your room, a piece of paper in his hands

Truth was he didn’t wanted to be in this position, as incriminating as it looked

You had lost your glasses that morning. You had been looking everywhere but to no avail, the task becoming quite difficult without them too. Of course Sanji being the gentleman he is, offered to help you look starting with your bedroom

Big mistake

His eyes bore at the letter in his hands that had wrinkled under his unrelenting hold. Luffy’s name spelled at the top with dear attached to it with your handwriting makes his eyes drop out of his skull

You like Luffy?

Of course you do, Sanji then recalls all those times you decided to stay up later to accompany him on his night watches so he ‘wouldn’t fall asleep’ face beaming. How you were always, without a doubt, the first to jump on his crazy ideas and adventures. All of the times he had catch you sneaking around the kitchen late at night, only to then find out that Luffy send you for snacks for him to eat knowing he wasn’t allowed. That look of adoration he’ll catch in your eyes when looking up at your Captain

It was unmistakable

“Sanji! I found them!” - Your voice echoed trough the hallway and the cook curses, without missing any more seconds he hides the letter on its rightful place under your pillow and drops to his knees, hopefully he’ll look as if he was innocently searching under your bed he didn’t

The sound of the doorknob followed by his name makes the blood rush to his ears, heart thrumming in his chest as he prays he can meet your eyes like a normal person, trying not to think about the huge secret he just read about

“Thank god my darling!” He gets up at the speed of light, he’s surprised he didn’t passed out from the harsh movement

Immediately you feel something is wrong

Sanji stands in the middle of your room, eyes darting in every direction, clammy hands fiddling with his cigarette, a nervous smile on his features

“Are you ok San-“

“Fantastic! Why wouldn’t I be?-“ Slowly and desperately, the blonde makes his way out of your room, fumbling every step and almost falling along with your dresser that was tucked on the corner of the place -“Anyway, I gotta go back to the kitchen, dinner won’t cook itself!”

Finally he reaches the handle and disappears, his heart pounding and mouth dry

“Nami was right, he’s kinda weird…”

Shit shit shit, he feelt dirty, invading a ladys privacy like that? Unforgivable. What panicked him the most tho, was not what he knew or how he found out, no no no

It was the fact that he knows he won’t be able to shut his mouth about it. Sanji is a bad liar, specially lying to beautiful ladies, and as it turns, there’s 2 very much noisy ladies aboard The Sunny

Shit

His mind in a reverie, shaky slender fingers scavenging for another cigarette as he made a bee-line to the kitchen

“Mr. cook” Robins calls, echoing trough Sanji’s head, a shiver running down his spine as he looks up to her, head resting on her palm, prying eyes examining his every move

“Oh! Tigress, didn’t see you there” he fakes a smile as better as he can, hoping she wouldn’t ask any questions

“Did y/n find her glasses?” There’s a squint, very small and almost undetectable when she mentions you, waiting for a reaction from the poor blonde cook

He sweats, heavily “Ah yes! She did” a painfully fake giggle scapes his mouth along with the smoke he was keeping in. They both stare at each other, as if waiting for someone to do or say anything… after a while Sanji excuses himself to the kitchen, knowing he’ll be safe once he steps in

Very loud, very incorrect buzzer

His relief is short lived as he enters the kitchen and he catches a glimpse of Nami. She was working on some maps, ponytail and glasses on sketching the day away. Sanji’s blood runs cold

You see, there’s a difference between being questioned by Robin and being questioned by Nami, the latter lacking as certain touch when it comes to her words… and being the queen of noisy

“Nami swan” he drags the last word as in disbelief, she has never in the time they had sailed, worked on her maps in any other place that isn’t her office

The navigator’s head snaps. Completely unaware of the panic petrifying him at the entrance “Oh hey Sanji! The sun hits the kitchen at this hour, better light” she points to her work before getting back to it

Surely he could make it right? Cook for the whole crew without spilling a syllable of what he had read, sounds easy enough

Again, very loud incorrect buzzer

“LUFFY?” Nami’s voice echoes trough the walls, her maps long forgotten as the poor poor cook stood mortified in front of the half cubed vegetables for the soup he was planning to do

Turns out the navigator was far more preceptive than he thought. Sanji was reciting every single detail of what happened within 30 minutes of him just smoking like a psycho and cutting vegetables in terrible cubes

“You can’t tell anyone! She would never forgive me for accidentally snooping around” he begs, resuming his meal prep

“Whatever, that’s not the important part! We have to do something with this” she presses the matter with wide eyes

“No”

“Yes!”

“Darling we-“

“We should what?” Both of the very loud crewmates remain frozen, eyes wide and mouth agape as the Captain himself stands at the door, nostrils open as he takes in the aroma of the soon to be dinner, behind him walks Robin, a sly smile on her lips

Silence, deafening silence

“What were you talking about?” Of course the archeologists pushes the matter, already knowing something was stewing between the two

“Nothing” both culprits answer as they resume their individual tasks that had been forgotten

Robin is no fool, she notices how both steal panicked glances at her Captain who is just completely lost on the dinner cooking up in front of him to notice. How Sanji, the best cook she had ever had the chance to encounter is messing up steps as he fights to make the soup. How Nami kept re drawing the same set of mountains on the map

The tension was no joke

“Captain, did Mr. Shooter showed you the impressive fish he caught this morning?” Luffy brightens at Robins words

“WHAT? I have to see it! Bet it would taste delicious!” In a blink, Luffy has left the kitchen enticing a relieved sigh from the cook that does not go amiss for anyone

“You two are going to tell me what’s going on”

That damn soup was taking way too long, Luffy was bouncing up and down impatiently, stomach loud with hunger. You being the good friend that you are decided to try and get a snack, maybe a little flutter from your eyelashes would get Sanji to budge and let you take something before dinner. The Sunny was rarely quiet, the sound of the oceans waves crashing on the ship a sweet melody that had you skipping happily. As you neared the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks as a set of voices reached your ears, was there a meeting or something? Weird, Sanji doesn’t like a lot of people around when he’s cooking

Curiosity got the cat, you rest your ear flat against the door trying to make out the conversation behind it

“… a letter… it was an accident… she really likes him… he has no idea… you know how Luffy is…”

A surprised gasp leaves your mouth before you can catch it, hands run to your mouth as you stay put before the door, brain scrambled as it glues the pieces together

Someone found your love letter

The sound of heavy heels approaching the door takes you out of your daze as you scurry away like a cat, running away from the inevitable. You hear Nami call your name but the embarrassment doesn’t allow you to turn as you scape to your room

Closing the door behind you with a loud tud, you run to your bed and find the letter under your silky pillow, your face turning red as you imagine one of your crewmates reading your words. You can hear your heart in your ears before you reap the letter, the sound deafening on your quiet bedroom. How pathetic you felt, like a spec of dust on a shelve with your feelings in your throat

Of course you were a no show for dinner, worried faces on Sanji, Nami and Robin who decided to leave you alone, the damage already done they didn’t wanted to pester you any more than they already had

You were a very shy person when it came to this kind of things, which was funny considering you were usually a very confident and outspoken person, but feelings? they were too much for you, opting by writing them down which you now see as probably a bad habit. You curse for the millionth time staring up at the ceiling in hopes the ocean would leak in and take you away, spitting you on the other side of the world. A couple of nocks on your door stop your train of thought, you don’t answer making the person on the other side impatient, so they opt to just open your door

Luffy stares at you for a moment as so do you, he didn’t know what was happening thank god

“Are you ok? You didn’t came down for dinner” something Luffy didn’t joked about was food that’s for sure

“Yeah I’m… just a little tired”

He grimaces, a rare look on the strawhat boy it makes you wince

“But you need to eat” he retorts

“I’ll eat later Luf, don’t worry”

He stares again, big chocolate eyes looking you up and down, a contemplative hmm vibrating from his chest. You remain frozen, still too embarrassed to even meet his eyes for more than 5 seconds

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Luffy had this amazing ability of always finding the correct words, your face falls and you swear your pulse had accelerated enough to be audible. You sit with his statement, and you feel troubled. Of course he’s right as he always is, it makes you feel stupid to even think about being embarrassed about having feelings, but you steal a glance at his face and the red in your cheeks remind you why are you feeling so mortified

Remind you how dear he is to you

You would hate yourself forever if you were to ever ruin this, this friendship and trust with your Captain. You value that above all else even if it means hiding during meals

“Yes, of course Luf” you smile, a hurtful kind of smile that makes the rubber boy grimace even more

“I can eat with you if you want”

“I said I am tired”

“Yeah but like, if you are up for it later” his genuine concern bends your will, not being honest to him burns like acid

“I’ll let you know if I go to the kitchen”

Finally Luffy gives you the most beautiful bright honest smile, then he just disappears

This whole situation was so stupid, why were you embarrassed about feeling feelings? How dumb. If someone would’ve told you how difficult it would be to deal with love at sea, maybe you would’ve thought a little more about becoming a full time pirate

Of course you went down to eat your dinner later that day, of course Sanji happily warmed it up fro you and of course Luffy joined you

And of course he ate half of it

Pt.2

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chanandlersstuff · 1 year ago

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Bubble and Moose, pt 2.

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Reader.

Story summary: The timeline of how Hayden gradually fell in love with her until he was madly in love, to the point of no returning.

Chapter summary: Having her close to touch was divine to him. That magic moments with her had left him wanting for more, wishing for more.

Word count: 13.036

Warnings: Not much actually, age-gap, a slow burn and a "steamy" part.

Author’s note: Hello again, thanks a lot for the paitence and the love I've been reciving. I strugle a lot with writing when I don't have the right motivation and that was what happened with this part, I had it for months but only one part was missing and it didn't feelt right to post it.

With that being said, I'm nor sure, but there will be two more parts to this story and I will gladly recive request of what could happen or what you want to see, on the comments or in messages. The timeline will span until the press from Ashoka serires.

gif credit @hayden-christensen

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December 2020, that time of the year.

December was the month of festivities, everyone knew that. It was the time to make your house feel cosy and prepare for the celebrations of Christmas and New Year's with your family. Hayden watched as Bubble struggled to set up her Christmas tree, and he couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempts.

“You are not being very supportive right now, Moose,” she said, playfully scolding him.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “But this is really funny.”

She dropped the lights, that were around her, in frustration and glared at him. “How so?”

“You look like one of those elves from Rise of the Guardians with the lights all around you.” He kept laughing, his eyes shut tight as he crouched from his laughter.

Hayden’s masculine laugh was so contagious that she started laughing too. He had a point, she did look like one of those elves in the tangle of lights and limbs.

She was so concentrated on the talk that they were having while she tried to fix the mess she made at the beginning of the year when she took all the ornaments down, she ended up making a bigger mess and got caught in the middle.

While they kept laughing, she almost fell and that was when his laugh died. "Please don't bash your head on the floor, Bubble." He said looking at her a little bit worried.

"Relax, I'll be careful." She said, grabbing the arm of the sofa to brace herself as she walked to her seat and worked on the mess of lights. "You already put up your tree?"

"No, Bri and I will put up together next week when she stays here, so I'm waiting for her." The soft smile on his lips when he talked about his beloved daughter made her smile too.

The conversation kept going as she kept fighting with the lights making him laugh. "What are you going to do for the special day?”

“It’s my turn to host this year, so we are going to celebrate here.” He shrugged. “You?”

“At my sister’s but it’s a tradition that the kids come here to look for their presents, so that’s why I’m currently an elf tangled in lights.” She giggled and he smiled at the sound. “New year’s is my turn to be a hostess.”

They kept talking, telling each other what they planned to buy their respective families and every little nonsense that passed through their minds.

Finally, Christmas arrived and Hayden and Briar were sitting criss-crossed on the floor ready to open the presents, his parents watching them with a smile on their faces. The little girl had a bunch of presents around her, opening one by one with sparkles in her eyes.

“I think this one you are going to love.” In his hand, he had the package he had received a couple of days before and a big smile on his lips.

With all the excitement of the world, Briar opened the present and squealed with delight. In her hands were an Anastasia book and a tiara. “I love it!”

Hayden laughed, “Want me to put on the tiara?” The little girl nodded excitedly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she hugged him.

But he shook his head, embracing her. “It wasn’t me, Bri.”

“Was it a Bubble?” He smiled, nodding. “Send her a picture, Daddy, and thank her for me!” Hurriedly the little girl posed with the book, the tiara on her head and a big smile on her lips for him to take a pic.

Obeying quickly he took the pic and when he was about to send it, Briar put a present on his lap. “Open it, it’s from Bubble too cause it has the same wrapping.”

Delicately, he pulled the wrapping paper off and immediately laughed at the packaging. “Oh God.” Briar was jumping up and down to see what it was so he gently took the present out of the box and showed it to her, making her laugh too.

In his hands was a spatula with the face of Darth Vader and the handle was a lightsaber and to put a cherry on top a matching apron that resembled Darth’s uniform. They were all giggling but his attention was on the note inside the box.

To take your cooking skills to the dark side, but not too much cause it’ll burn. Happy Christmas Moose and Princess, wishing you all the best and lots of tasty food.

With love, Bubble.

“Come on Daddy, take another photo.” Briar pulled from his hand and he, being such a girl dad, did as she said.

As father and daughter posed, everyone around them was interested in who this Bubble was and why she had them smiling so much.

Her phone rang in her pocket, pulling her away from her conversation.

Hayden M

Photo

She loves it and says thank you very much

A smile appeared on her lips when she saw the photos. In the first one, Briar was posing very princess-like with the book and the tiara in her head. The second one was a father-daughter selfie, Hayde was showing very proudly his spatula while Briar hung from his chest. The third one made her heart warm, and her knees buckled a little if she was honest. Hayden poses with the apron with a big smile looking directly at the camera.

It was my pleasure, truly

By the third photo, I’ll assume you liked yours

Of course, we find it very funny.

I accomplish my mission then

And you? Did you like yours?

I’m going to open it as soon as I arrive home with the kids

Cause it’s tradition that we open our presents together

True to her word, as soon as she arrived at her house the kids ran towards the tree dragging her with them. “Come on, hurry up!” Daniel kept pulling from her hand, making her laugh. While Brianna and Daniel were sitting around the tree piling up their presents and opening them, their parents and she were sitting on the couch eating snacks and chatting.

In the sweetest way ever, Bri put a box with wrapping paper of bubbles in different colours and sizes, probably chosen by Briar, on her lap. “From…” Her sister peeked over her shoulder.

“Not your business.” She stuck her tongue out to her as she pulled the box closer to her chest, making them all laugh.

Delicately, she pulled the paper off and an immediate smile appeared on her face. Hayden’s gift was perfect, a beautiful frame with a Singin’ in the Rain phrase, tracing the edges she read. “The show must go on!' Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show must go on!”

He remembered their conversation all those months ago and that made her happy, and a little teary. In the back, it had a note that kept the smile on her lips. He’s too fucking sweet.

“Someone special?” Her sister asked.

The smile on her lips was answering the question itself, but she just shrugged. If her concentration wasn’t on her phone, she would have seen the looks between her sister and brother-in-law.

Bubble

Best present ever

Seriously?

You liked it?

Love it

You are the best present giver

I guess by the wrapping paper that Briar had something to do with it too

Yeah, she hand-picked it and all

Photo

Hayden opened the photo and smiled. It was a selfie of her with a big smile, to the point her eyes were almost closed, and behind her the frame on a big bookshelf.

Already placed in the important part of my house

Love the big smile, looks amazing on you

And I’m very happy that you like it

January 2021, you and me from the night before.

First day of a new year, the first hours technically. Hayden was coming back from celebrating with Briar at her mom’s house when an idea appeared in his head, so a little detour from his house was due.

He parked his car and took a deep breath, drumming his fingers against the wheel. What are you doing Hayden? The clock on the dashboard reads 01:55 AM. Grabbing his phone, he went to his contact and bit his lip nervously.

Should I go in or is it too much? I don’t need to walk up there, maybe it's better if I just wish her a happy new year with a call. Hayden's gaze shifts to Bubble's house, where he can see the faint glow of lights through the windows. He takes a deep breath, contemplating his decision. Fuck it.

One beep, two beeps, thre-. “Hello Hayden, hi!” Her cheerful voice reached his ears.

“Hi, Bubble.” It was impossible for him to not smile. “How’s everything?”

The noise died down a little, “Amazing, how was your night with the Princess?”

“Very good, she had a blast and used the tiara as a part of her outfit.” They laughed. “Listen,” she hummed. “Are you home?”

“Yeah, we are all here, the kids asleep.” Hayden's heart races as his idea of seeing her possibly come true.

“Can you possibly…” he drummed his fingers against the wheel again “Step outside for a bit?” I'll go and wish her a happy new year, just like any friend would, just that.

“Outside my house?” She asked, confused.

“Yeah…” Instead of an affirmative response, it sounded more like a question.

“Sure, give me a second. I have to grab shoes.” She said quickly.

The possibility of hugging Bubble, feeling her warmth and sharing a moment of celebration, made his heart race for some reason. Hayden glances at himself in the rearview mirror, adjusting his appearance, making sure he looks presentable before stepping out of the car. As soon as his feet touched the pavement, he took a moment to steady himself before walking towards Bubble's front door. As he made his way there, his heart was pounding with anticipation.

When she opened the door, a mixture of surprise and delight washed over her face, Bubble stepped outside her house with two glasses in her hand. The second they saw each other a smile instantly spread across their faces.

She looks absolutely beautiful. Simple tailored black pants hugged her waist with a corset with sparkly details and embroidered patterns, her hair was free and slippers were on her feet. Her lips with wine stains that gave them a particular colour that made her even more beautiful in his eyes.

"You didn't have to come all the way here, Hayden. You could have just called me," Bubble said, her voice filled with warmth.

They closed the distance between each other. "I wanted to see your face," Hayden replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. “And wish you a happy New Year."

Bubble's eyes softened, and she couldn't help but smile. “I wanted to see your face too.” Putting the glasses down, Bubble pulls Hayden into a warm embrace without hesitation.

Hayden's worries melted away as he held Bubble tightly, feeling the warmth of her embrace, his hand gently tangling in her hair as she rested her face on his chest. Her jasmine scent hit his nose and made his knees tremble a little. Oh how fucking much he had missed that smell, her smell.

Maybe it was all the wine in her blood and how fucking gorgeous he looked under the lights on her porch, but she snuggled against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat syncing with hers. They stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, savouring the quiet and tender moment.

After who knows how long they, against everything their feelings screamed at them, pulled away from each other, but not too much. Maybe two feet away from each other, not much.

“Let’s just toast.” Quickly she grabbed the glasses and gave him one with a wink. “Don’t worry, it’s kids' champagne.”

Hayden laughed, making her smile more. “Always thinking about everything.”

“To what we toast?” She pursed her lips.

He mugged her, pursing his lips. “To... friendship?” Friendship? Really? Are you an idiot Hayden?

She groaned, tilting her head back, “Oh, come on, Moose. We can do better than that.” Her tone teasingly.

Hayden chuckles, realising Bubble's playful challenge. He took a moment to think, his eyes dancing across her features and involuntarily he took a step closer to her again. “To taking chances.” He asked softly.

Bubble's eyes lit up and she took a step closer to him too, her voice filled with warmth. “I like it.” Moving her glass towards his she smiled, “To taking chances, and embracing the unexpected.”

They clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing in the quiet night. As they sipped, their eyes locked, a mix of anticipation and affection passing between them.

How beautiful her eyes look under these lights. “I'm glad I took the chance to come here tonight, Bubble.”

She smiled bigly, “Me too, Hayden. I missed seeing you in person.” It was as if her hands had a mind of their own, or they were led by her heart because she hugged him again. He didn’t oppose and rested his cheek on top of her head as her arms circled around his waist.

March 2021, jealousy? Jealousy.

Hayden was at the coffee shop near her office, ready to pay for their breakfast when a hand beat him to it. “What the-'' Ready to turn around to face the owner of the money, the sweet voice he heard even in his dreams reached his ears and that hand he was dying to have intertwined against his own appeared on his line of vision. She was standing by his side with a smile on her lips. Oh how much I missed that smile. “I was going to pay for that, you know.”

She put the change in the tip jar “Well hello to you too, Hayden” and moved out of the way.

“Bubble.” He smiled at her and she did not only smile back but kissed his cheek too. Oh how soft her lips were but how ephemeral the sensation was on his skin. Come back, come back and kiss me all over again so I can cherish it properly.

His eyes fell on her outfit. Blue Converse, black tailored pants and a black tank top with a big light blue shirt on top.

I have a similar shirt. He couldn't contain his brain from creating the scenario of her with bed hair, his shirt, nothing underneath and her sweet smile.

It took Hayden a few minutes to come back to the real world but when he did, he just cleared his throat and blinked a few times. “You didn’t have to.”

But she simply shrugged. “It was our breakfast, let me treat you, Moose.” Our breakfast, how sweet.

The opportunity to tease her was right there. “How do you know it was our breakfast?” He asked with a brow raised.

She put an offended look on her face. “You go around buying every girl breakfast?” Her hand travelled to her chest where her heart was. “I’m wounded. And here I was, thinking I'm special.”

You are special. I only bought breakfast for you. And Briar and my mum and maybe my sisters if I’m in a good mood. “Cocky much?” They laughed.

After ten minutes or so, they got their order and jumped into his car to drive the rest of the way to her office. She talked all the way while he basked in her presence, her jasmine scent invading his nostrils, hoping it would stay on his car, and how clear her voice sounded in person. After Facetiming for months, her clear sweet voice was music to his ears. Having her close to touch was divine to him. That magic moment at the beginning of the year had left him wanting for more, wishing for more.

The scene was so fucking domestic, so cute. They were riding to work together, her attention on him, her body angled in a certain way that the sun hit her in the eyes and even though the visor was down her height prevented it from properly functioning.

As soon as they reached the studio’s garage he opened the car door for her, every door that came their way actually, as the gentleman he was, and talked a little bit about everything on their way to her office.

“Hello, you two.” Charlie’s voice brought them back to the real world. “Nice to see you again, Hayden.” The boy smiled her way, “Boss” and shared what seemed to be a knowing look with her. From the corner of his eyes, and above her height, he saw how a pink colour adorned her cheeks, it suited her.

She placed a coffee in front of the boy and rolled her eyes. Did she always carry that extra coffee? I was so lost in her face that I didn't notice the extra cup? Trying to not think much about it, a little scared of the answer, Hayden followed her to the office.

For some reason her office still lacks photos, it was more personal than, almost, two years ago that was for sure, but still no photos. The drawings were there, the video camera too, even the jasmin- she stopped in her tracks and he almost crashed against her. “Sorry, Bubble.” He said with his hands on her waist. Her look was fixed on the little desk where the jasmines were supposed to be but instead, there were red roses on it. He tilted his head to the side confused. “Are you okay?”

She nodded but he didn’t buy it because she was looking at those flowers like they were carnivorous and in any second they would eat her. His hands were still on her waist and for some reason, drew soft circles there, on top of her clothes, and that seemed to bring her back to the real world. Taking a deep breath she got close to them, but not too close, just to grab the card that was peeking from them.

His blue eyes watched her attentively as her nose was scrunched, which only meant that she didn’t like flowers. “Friend?” The curiosity was killing him. Who was sending her flowers she clearly didn’t like?

To her scrunched nose, add pursed lips and a bored look on her face. “Ex actually.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Still in touch, so civil.” He mumbled taking a sip of his cup. Why did you say it when it was clear that wasn’t the case? Are you jealous?

The offended look on her face was not fake that time. “Not even close.” The card on her delicate fingers was made a ball and went directly to the bin below her desk. “I don’t know why he sent them.” Her reaction had him raising his eyebrows. Was she mad? That was her mad face? She purses her lips when she’s mad? She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad. “Charlie, can you come here and take something away please?” She said through the phone.

The dad alarm on his brain, the one that told him when something was wrong or something was dangerous, went off. “Are you allergic?” He said quickly getting up from his seat and walking towards her, stepping between the flowers and her, looking attentively at her face in case she stopped breathing suddenly and stretching his hands to take her from her forearms, afraid she would fall.

She frowned at him but with a smile on her lips. “No, I’m not.” Her hands were on his forearms too. “Relax, I’m okay.”

He looked at her just to be sure and then to the flowers right when Charlie entered. “They are pretty.” It was true, they were, but Hayden preferred jasmine.

“I guess.” She shrugged and both of them looked at her confused. “I actually don't like them.” The brunette frowned his brows. “They are too cliché for me.” Hayden laughed and she did it too, still holding onto each other.

The moment that was created around them would become a core memory, the sunlight entering through the window illuminating the space, the synchronised laughing, the warmth of the other’s hands on their skin and, as if they were fifteen all over again, the racing hearts with flushed cheeks.

His laugh died a little earlier than hers and her laugh was melodic to him, even though it wasn’t. How beautiful you are laughing in my arms.

Nothing broke the moment, it died down on its own. Slowly, almost reluctantly, they let go of each other and kept having breakfast. Ewan came at some point to see her, to discuss something about timing and stayed with them chatting.

“How’s the Jedi training?” She asked, looking at them.

“Wonderful.” “Really fun.” They said at the same time and she smiled happily. “You should come, you know,” Hayden added and Ewan agreed but her head was tilted to the side, frowning. “To see how everything is going.”

“Oh yeah, I will go around one of these days but you are not going to make me train.” She warned the two of them, pointing a finger. “I do not train, under any circumstances.” The pair laughed and nodded. Hayden was with them, her, until it was time to do the wardrobe fitting so he left them to discuss their important matters.

Trying the Jedi robes again, the saber in his belt, every little second of that process of putting on and taking the costumes made him extremely emotional. Going back to being Anakin put him on a roller coaster of emotions and now, more like for a while, he had to throw into the mix the feelings he was having for her. To say his heart had been going through a lot lately was an understatement.

The fitting was finished and he was walking through the studios, going back to her office, to see if she wanted to have lunch with him when he bumped into Ewan. “Hey, how did it go?”

They walked side by side. “Good, lots of memories.”

The Scottish nodded. “Yeah, tell me about it.” They laughed. “The sabers and everything, it’s amazing.” The brunette nodded. “I felt like a kid all over again.”

Hayden felt the exact same way, not only because of all the filming and reminiscing but with his feelings. He was a fifteen-year-old with a massive crush again, her mere presence around him made him smile like a boy and felt light. Thinking about her and there she was, standing a few metres away from them talking with someone.

Whatever his dear friend was saying didn’t reach his ears because his attention was solemnly on her, like always. She looked uncomfortable, her body language screamed it and he noticed it right away, even if her back was towards him. She wasn’t facing directly at the person in front of her, her arms were crossed and she kept looking around, like searching for something, for someone. Who’s that? He stopped walking to inspect the scene, and Ewan stopped a few steps ahead of him.

“Who’s that?” Hayden interrupted his friend, who looked where he was looking and shrugged. “That one, right there. Who is it?” His eyes were fixed on the guy in front of her, too close to her for his liking, and that kept trying to get her attention.

“Don’t know.” Ewan shook his head “Why?” and raised an eyebrow looking at him.

But the question fell on deaf ears because Hayden kept looking towards her and when her eyes connected with his, his protective side emerged. She seemed relaxed as soon as he found him but a second later she raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes wide and then looked back at the guy in front of her. Walking past his friend, he went directly towards where she was.

He stood tall, making him seem taller than he already was, chest puffed and chin raised. In a few strikes he was standing behind her, his hand found his rightful place on her back and she relaxed against him as soon as he arrived. “You alright?” His tone was low for her to only hear, his breath ghosting in her neck, but no response came and instead only a few seconds' look from her that clearly indicated that it wasn't the case. “We were looking for you, are you ready to go?” He said a little louder.

The guy in front of them shut up the second Hayden arrived, but he didn’t pay attention to him. His eyes were on her and only her. Please tell me if something is bothering you. “Hey, I’m Tyler.” The guy stretched his hand towards him.

Blue eyes looked at him up and down and kept staring him down. “Hayden.” Oh, how he wished that his voice mimicked Vader’s at that moment because it would, for sure, make the idiot in front of him fear him, but a strong grip would do the work. All that with his left hand was still on her back and her jasmine scent calming him down, her warmth keeping him centred.

She looked up and gave him a tiny smile. “Tyler was leaving and so were we.” We, as in her and me. Not you dude. “Goodbye.” She didn’t wait for an answer and turned around, walking in another direction. Leaving him missing her closeness.

Hayden stood there, for a few seconds, still staring him down with a serious look on his face. The only moment he didn’t look at him was when his eyes landed on the nearest exit and then slowly looked back at the guy. Take the hint and walk away. Not wasting more time he followed her, leaving the guy behind, where he was supposed to be.

When he reached her side, his eyes raked her up and down, searching for some bad thing. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Hayden. I'm fine." The soft use of his name grounded him. Say my name again, say it a thousand times, say it in French.

He nodded. "Who was he by the way?"

Her mad face became present in an instant. "My ex." She turned around to look at where he used to be.

"The roses guy?" A frown appeared on his face and she nodded. "What did he want? What was he doing here?" The protective mode was on again.

She looked back at him, with a tiny smile and her head tilted to the side. "He came to a casting and wanted to say hi or something like that, I don't know and I don't care." Her tone was firm, "I'm just glad you came and he is gone" but the softness of those words was something else.

You want me to die? You surely want me to have a heart attack. Unnoticed by him, the smile that appeared on his lips was worthy of an obvious fool in love and his hand almost cupped her face.

The cute moment was broken when her phone started ringing, he took a step back and let her answer. How close were they standing to each other? His mind was racing, his heart was racing and, being honest, he needed those few minutes without her near to properly be a functioning human being again and not a fool led by his feelings.

"I got to go, there are a few things I need to take care of at the office. But I came to see how the fitting went." She played with the phone on her fingers.

How sweet. "Great, lots of feelings." That’s an understatement.

Her hand travelled to his bicep "Tell me over lunch?" and gave it a little squeeze with a smile on her lips.

Caught by surprise, he raised his eyebrows, and before she could back down he nodded. "Of course, yeah." They smiled. "My treat though, cause you already paid for breakfast, Bubble."

"Deal." She said laughing, he did too.

His eyes followed her while she walked away, a smile on their lips and Ewan approached him with a smirk on his lips. "Well, I didn't know you were the jealous type."

"What?" He gave her one last look before turning to his friend, blue eyes with clear confusion, who had a flat look on his face. “I’m not jealous.” Hayden shook his head frowning. “I’m being absolutely reasonable, she looked uncomfortable so I went there to help." He defended himself with a tone a little higher than his normal one.

The Scottish, with his hands in his pockets, raised his shoulder and pursed his lips. "Sure, she looked uncomfortable, but admit you were jealous."

The brunette pursed his lips too. "I wa-”

"And you were a little protective too." He interrupted him.

"Wha-”

"I get it." Ewan shrugged again. "I would be the same way with my wife if something like that happened."

He frowned. “What? Who talked about marriage?” His mind was racing at 100mph.

But his friend laughed. “Look at you all worked up.” Even though Hayden tried to deny it, Ewan kept laughing. “You are so jealous.”

“Am not!” Am I? No, not at all.

“Yes you are, and to that add the worst liar for being an actor too.” His friend slapped him on his shoulder and walked away. Leaving Hayden standing there while he felt like his friend slapped him with facts left and right in the span of seconds.

Jealous? Me? Pff. Never. But wait, maybe I am. No, I can't be. Definitely not jealous. She looked uncomfortable with that guy and I did what I thought best, just that. Nothing more.

May 2021, little intruders on set.

The shooting started a few weeks ago, but Hayden was going to keep training for the fighting scenes, determined to make them perfect.

The day was almost coming to an end and he didn’t see her at any given moment, her too engrossed in filming and him with the training. So, he was making his way to his office, to see her at least for a few minutes.

“Hello, Charlie.” The boy behind the desk smiled at him. “Is she inside?”

“Yes, go.” Charlie had a mischievous smirk on his lips, but he paid no mind to it.

Walking a few metres from the reception to her office, he could hear the happy squeals from inside and her characteristic laugh. After knocking on the door, it died down. “Come in,” Her sweet voice said.

As soon as he set his feet inside, surprise gasps received him. “Anakin.” Being recognized as Anakin never fails to make him happy, after all, it was a character he held dear to his heart.

Sitting in the middle of the office, papers and coloured pencils scattered around the floor, were two kids, a boy and a girl, looking at him in awe. He looked at them with a smile on his face and walked further inside the room.

With them, sitting with her legs tangled was with one of her big happy smiles. “Kids, Hayden.” She caressed the heads of the little kids. Oh, what a sight. “Hayden, Brianna and Daniel.” They were looking at him with big eyes in awe.

They were quickly standing up and he crouched down a little in front of them to look at their eyes, he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you guys.” They shook it quickly. “I heard so much about you two.”

From up close, they looked identical. “Really?” They asked at the same time.

“Yeah, your aunt talks all the time about both of you.” He could see how she smiled at the scene. Brianna blushed at that and Daniel smiled happily. “Are you visiting the set?” The pair nodded. “And? What do you think?”

“Amazing,” Brianna said. “Everything is incredible,” Daniel looked at him as if he was a superhero.

Hayden saw her getting up and extended his hand to help her. When she was on her feet, he pulled her closer to hug her, the scent of jasmine in her hair invaded his nostrils. “Bubble.”

Her soft giggle reached his ears. “Moose.” The nickname made him laugh. “What are you doing here?”

They stood close, the two kids looking at them with eyes opened big. “I didn’t see you today, so I came to say hello.” He wanted so badly to move the loose strand of hair out of her face.

“Did you know that she used to have a poster of you in her room?” Daniel said, looking at him with curious eyes.

“Really?” Hayden raised an eyebrow, teasingly, at her and the little boy nodded.

“I was a kid.” She tried to act as if it was cool but the blush that started creeping to her cheeks gave her away, “Where did you get that?” and looked at the twin surprised.

“Mum told us,” Brianna said, still looking at Hayden.

“Why that doesn't surprise me.” He heard her mumble under her breath, that close they were. “What else did she tell you?”

“That you were a nerd.” The little girl said, raising her shoulders nonchalantly.

Her mouth fell agape. “I was not!” She said offended.

But the little boy nodded. “She said you were.”

Hayden was finding the whole exchange hilarious. “Your mother was a cheerleader, of course to her I was a nerd but I wasn't.” She crossed her arms, like a little girl when she was mad.

“You kinda are.” Brianna looked at her with a puppy eye look and Hayden laughed, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to not laugh too.

She crouched down to look at them, “I'm the one who can get you free tickets to Disneyland and conventions, so if I were you I would think my next words very carefully.” and narrowed her eyes threateningly, it was clear it was a joke by how much she was pressing her lips to not laugh.

The kids looked at each other for a few seconds “You are our favourite aunt” and said with sweet smiles on their lips, too sweetly.

She pressed her lips to not laugh. “Say that your father's sister and we are cool.”

They shook hands. “We always say that to her.”

Hayden laughed at the conversation. “You two are my favourites.” She kissed their heads.

“Now go with Charlie.” The twins happily obliged. “And don’t cause havoc!” She said, popping her head out of the office.

After exchanging some words with Charlie she looked back at him for a few seconds and then at the grown.

He waited for a few seconds but the need to tease her beat him. “So....you were a nerd.”

A groan left her lips and he couldn't hold the laugh that escaped him. “No, I wasn't.”

“What were you then?” Tell me about you, I want to know everything.

Nonchalantly, she pursed her lips “Normal” and walked towards the mess of papers and pencils on the floor.

“You were one of those that get along with everyone?” He raised an eyebrow and helped her pick everything up.

But she shook her head “Far from it,” making him frown “but I didn't stand out so it didn't matter.”

Impossible. “I highly doubt you didn't stand out, but okay.” She rolled her eyes. “If you were normal, what makes your sister say you were a nerd? Apart from being a Star Wars fan.”

The brunette picked up the pencils while she picked up the papers. “She was a cheerleader, everything apart from that was a nerd to her.”

“Come on...did you do cosplay?” His blue eyes were full of curiosity.

“No.” She shook her head.

“Dungeons and dragons?” Again, another shook off the head. “Maths tournament?”

She looked at him biting the inside of her cheek, a little embarrassed. “Champion for three years by my hand.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Impressive, very impressive.”

The fact that he wasn’t teasing her, or making fun of her, made her visibly relax “I know” and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

“Theatre?” Different departments of his school years popped into his brain.

“Had to.” The frown on his brows made her explain. “I can't act to save life, but I had to do it so I could gather experience.” He nodded understandingly. “I acted in a play as a tree once though.”

They laughed. “The most beautiful tree for sure.” It escaped his mouth too fast for him to even think what he was saying. But it’s true. The blush on her face made him smile proudly. “The yearbook?”

“No, but I had a friend that was there and I went to help him out sometimes.” He passed her the pencils “Thank you” and she smiled at him.

“The band?” He got up and helped her stand up too.

The tingles from hugging her minutes ago were still there and touching her hand for a second time, even for a few fleeting seconds, made his knees weak. Teenager behaviour Hayden.

She shook her head. “I can't even play the triangle.” They laughed.

“I’ll teach you to play the piano, sometime.” He winked and she blushed. She leaned on the table and he stood in front of her, their height difference more prominent. And he loved every second of it. “Any sport?” He asked, looking down at her.

Her lips pursed, while she nodded. “Gimnastic, three years.” Flexible, that’s interesting.

Horny behaviour, Hayden. Shaking his head to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts. He asked again. “You have a thing for number 3?”

But she looked curiously at him, for a few seconds, tilting her head to the side. “It's my lucky number.” She shrugged.

Hayden paid attention to her outfit. White simple long-sleeve t-shirt, showing off the curves of her torso, green cargo pants, that fitted her well in the waist and her Doc Martens. He loved her style, since day one.

“Back to school topic,” she nodded, “you weren't a nerd.”

“Told you,” she said in a singing tone, making him roll his eyes. “I just went there, passed grades as fast as I could to finish and got the hell out of that place to go to university and do what I like.”

He looked around her office. “Seems like you are doing it.”

A smile appeared on her lips. “The crazy little Star Wars fan that I was would have jumped on the couch the moment someone told her this is what she was going to do when she grew up."

He laughed at the idea of a mini her jumping all over the place. “I would have loved to meet her.” His tone was so soft, almost like the way she was looking at him. “More than anything because of my poster on her bedroom wall.”

She groaned, hiding her face in her hands, “Oh god” and he laughed, pulling her into his embrace. It was a natural response, the magnetic feeling in between them was too much to deny it. The need to have her in his arms, just like at the beginning of the year, was stronger than his critical thinking.

Unknown to him, the deep sound of his laugh, the way his chest moved against her cheek and the way he was holding her, all made her weak on the knees. The mix of his perfume and cigarette drove her straight to her wildest dreams, that took place on that specific July night but the only difference was that they were under the same roof, in person. Close enough to tear each other's clothes.

He was coming down from his laugh when he looked down at her, blushing adorning her cheeks, and she looked up at him. Your eyes are beautiful. Your smile is one of my favourite things in this world. A smile plastered on their faces.

“I'm going to kill my sister because those kids are too cute.” She said, still a little embarrassed about the poster incident.

Delicately, as if she was the most expensive work of art in the whole universe, he tucked that wild strand of hair behind her ear. “Don't change the subject.” You are still holding her, Hayden.

Your embrace makes me dizzy. After a few seconds, where she was lost in his eyes, trying so hard to not lean into his hand, she spoke again. “I already told you. I was a fangirl, what else do you want me to say?”

Everything about you used to do. You used to kiss the poster? I can kiss you now if you ask me. Technically, if I lean down a little, I coul- WHAT?!

“I thought you were a fan of the movies, not me.”

“Don't feel special Moose,” he raised an eyebrow. “I had a poster of Obi-Wan too.” She laughed at how he rolled his eyes.

“And that's how you kill the mood.” He acted offended and took a step back. Come back. Hold me again. Hold me for a million days. But they laughed.

“For real now,” she looked sincerely at him “I am a fan of the movies but you were my favourite of them all” and winked an eye.

That simple gesture, brain short-circuited him. “Thank you, Bubble.”

Feeling a little bold, she took a step closer to him, head tilted to the side. “And I used to have a massive crush on you.” Such a liar, you still have a massive school-girl crush for him.

If his brain was short-circuited, now there must be smoke coming from his ears. “Used to?” He choked out. Would you like to have it now? So that way I'm not the only one having a crush.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Is it me or suddenly we are in the sun? And his lips parted a little, her eyes falling there.

The cute, a little hot, scene was cut short by her phone ringing. “Shit.” She mumbled under her breath. “It’s Charlie, I gotta take it.”

He cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, yeah” nodding.

They talked for a few minutes, she even laughed a little and then hung up. “They are in the gift shop and Charlie is afraid they are going to try to buy the whole thing.” Hayden couldn't laugh at that. “I’m going to pick them up and take them home.”

“I’ll walk with you.” He said quickly. “I’m finished with the training for today, so I’m heading out too.”

She nodded “Yeah, okay” and pointed over her shoulder. “I’ll grab our things and we can head there.”

After a few minutes, they were walking out of her office. He held the door open for her, as usual. While they were walking around the set, they talked about their days and how they went.

The brunette found it extremely cute how she moved her hands while she explained something. Too absorbed in her storytelling and too focused on him, he hopped so, she didn't notice the golf cart coming behind them nor the prop guys in a hurry towards them, so swiftly Hayden put his hand on her back and swapped places with her.

She was walking on the wall side and him on the street side. His hand still ghosted on her back, guiding her around. The feeling of wanting to kiss her skin from that night in July still burns in his memory and now it was mixed with the closeness they were having. That definitely would hunt him in his sleep.

June 2021, girls team.

His day had started early, having been woken up by Bri due to her excitement for the day that awaited them. The little girl asked him like a hundredth time if she was finally going to meet the Bubble in person and each and every time he said yes with a smile on his lips.

“I can’t wait to see her,” Bri said as she jumped in the passenger seat.

Hayden chuckled, “I’m sure she feels the same, sweetie.”

And it was true. He had to carefully pick the day to bring her to the set and Bubble helped him, clearing the entire day to just shoot Anakin scenes. Briar was young, she still hadn't seen the dark parts of the Star Wars prequels, she knew her daddy was Darth Vader but had not seen it with her own eyes.

His heart beat with anticipation at the day they were about to have. Briar had been the centre of his universe since her birth, and bringing her to his workplace, to the one where he had to be his favourite character, the one he held most dear to his heart, felt like merging his two worlds.

As he was preparing for the upcoming scenes, sitting in the makeup trailer, with Briar spinning on the chair next to his, the familiar scent reached his nose first and then he saw her.

“Oh my!” She gasped. “Why did nobody inform me we have a princess on the set with us today?” Quickly her eyes met Hayden’s and gave him a fleeting wink before looking directly at the little girl.

There she was and a smile appeared on Hayden’s lip, just like in Briar’s.

“Bubble!” The girl smiled at her, Briar said with a glint in her eyes. As if she knew her from her whole, short, life, the girl jumped from the chair and hugged Bubble’s legs.

Her melodic laugh reached his ears as she caressed the little girl’s hair. “Hello Princess, it’s lovely to properly meet you.”

While the two of them talked, Hayden eyed her without the worry of being caught. She was wearing blue cargo pants, her characteristic Doc Martens, a black tank top, two braids keeping her hair tamed and a black cap to complete the outfit.

“Are you excited for today?” Bubble crouched down to Briar’s eye level and the girl nodded eagerly. “I have a very important task for you,” the girl’s eyes widened. “If you are up to it, that’s it.”

“Of course,” the little girl put her small hands on her shoulders, making the grown-ups laugh a little.

Oh, how sweet was the sight of that smile? “Splendid,” Bubble said. “Would you be my assistant director today?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

Briar nodded enthusiastically and then looked at her father. “Did you hear Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie,” Hayden nodded, smiling, something he seemed to not stop doing since the jasmine-scented woman walked through the trailer doors.

“Can I Daddy, can I?” She pleaded, even though she already agreed. “Please, pretty please.” She ran to him and clutched his legs.

Caressing softly her hair, which matched his in tone, “Of course, sweetie.”

Bubble’s heart melted in that instant; she had seen Briar grow through her cell phone screen during their daily Facetime, and seeing her in person, with Hayden treating her so gently, with so much love in his eyes, felt like witnessing the most tender and authentic moments of life, the kind that were too precious and real to be scripted. How I wish I had my camera here.

Without waiting for a second, Briar ran back to her and grabbed her hand. “Okay, I’m ready.” She nodded confidently and looked up at her smiling.

“Perfect,” Bubble touched her nose. “Mr Christensen here, has a little more time in the make-up chair?”

He scrunched his nose at how she called him. It sounded strange coming from her lips, he had been Moose for so long, Starboy prior to that, and Hayden in more personal moments, and he didn’t like to be called anything else than that. Okay, maybe one or two other ways far more personal, but never Mr Christensen.

“I think so, yes.” Briar nodded.

It was true, Hayden sat not long before she arrived and the process stopped entirely when she walked through the door, and he still had to pass through the wardrobe.

“You are correct, Miss Christensen,” he played along.

Bubble smiled widely at the situation. “Very well, we should be going to see if everything is prepared on set and we’ll see you when it’s time to shoot, Mr Chistensen.”

He saw how hard she was trying to keep a serious face, how hard she was pressing her lips to not laugh and how with a simple raise of brow from his part almost made her burst in laughter.

“Very well,” he repeated. “I’ll see you when it’s time to shoot, Directors,” and reassured.

He saw them walk away hand in hand pleased and if it meant seeing the big smile on Briar and Bubble's faces, Hayden would play along for the rest of the day.

After another two hours, Hayden was finally making his way to the set and met Ewan there. “Where’s Bri?” The Scottish looked around.

He told her how his own daughter left him the second Bubble appeared, but rather than being sad, he found the whole thing funny and cute. Loving how despite Briar’s shy ways, much like him, she seemed to shine in the presence of the jasmine-scent-cheerful woman.

“Ah!” Ewan laughed. “Another Christensen falling for our Director’s sweetness I see.”

Before he could question what he meant by that, his eyes fell on the tall and small figures not too far from him, matching headsets around their necks, and as he walked closer he realised that the cap Bubble had when he saw her was no longer in her head but in Briar’s instead. Hayden watched them with a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, but he was sure it was there to stay for the whole day.

The pair pointed at them and Ewan clapped his back, bringing him back from the daydreaming, “Let’s go, they are calling us.”

“Here they are!” Bubble said with a smile on her lips. “Ewan, I want to present to you my number one assistant director, Briar Rose Christensen.”

His friend crouched down a little and shook his daughter’s hand. “Very pleased to meet you, Miss Christensen.”

“Hello,” his little girl sounded so confident and from up close he saw that she was carrying a badge with her name and the “Assistant Director N°1” on it.

His blue eyes found her’s and without uttering a word he conveyed what he was feeling at that moment with a soft smile and she seemed to understand because she smiled just the same and winked an eye again. Unknowingly to him, her hands itched to touch his arm just to make her point clear but chose to restrain from it and just bury them in her pockets.

Oh, how lovely it was to see them interact. How soft and attentive she’s with her, how Bri clings to her side, to her hand and every word that leaves her sweet lips. He witnessed how those two spoke during their daily Facetime, but seeing that in person, how easily they liked and shared things, was something far more beautiful.

They were about to start shooting their scene in the Jedi temple so everyone went to their positions, Hayden stayed back to kiss Bri goodbye for the moment. “Be the best Jedi knight out there, Daddy!” She called sweetly, warming his heart.

“Of course, sweetie.” He kissed her forehead and caressed her hair.

He locked eyes with Bubble and she gestured with her head to the side, making him follow her. “Yeah?”

“First,” she looked him up and down. “It’s really good to see you in Jedi robes,” her fingers traced delicately the black leather material from his sort of Jedi vest.

“Thank you,” he took a small step closer to her, wanting to feel her warm embrace as much as he could. “It feels good to wear them.”

She smiled at him and his knees trembled a little. Surely, it’s jitters from the scene, not for her sweet sweet smile.

“Second,” her voice brought him back. “Are you okay with me asking Briar to be my assistant and the headset thing?” He noticed the nervous ticks on her, and how she played with her nails. “I know it’s late for asking but I got carried away and I want to make the day memorable for her, and and-”

“Bubble,” delicately, he placed his big hands on her small shoulders, his touch calming her down instantly. “It’s more than okay.” He reassured her with a smile, “You are making her day, truly, she hasn’t stopped smiling for a second.”

“She has your smile,” she blurted. Incredible, girl. Tell him how you have his beautiful smile tattooed on your brain. Hayden chuckled and she smiled. Oh, that sweet sound.

He said something but he couldn’t register it, his heart racing too loud inside his chest due to her comment. And after a few seconds of trying to calm it down, he could finally be back to normal. “Relax, everything is fine, Bubble, you didn’t overstep at any moment.”

She exhaled relieved, but his thumbs kept caressing her shoulders softly, leaving a tingling sensation as they traced her skin. “I planned to let her call cut if that's okay with you?”

He smiled, nodding, “She would love it.”

Just like she asked him, Bubble offered the task to Briar as she knelt in front of her, always looking at her eye to eye. “Want to call cut when they finish filming the scene?”

Hayden had the front row to see how his little girl’s eyes shined at the proposition and eagerly she nodded, jumping at the chance. “Of course, yes!”

They all smiled and went to their positions, Ewan and Hayden to their marks while Bubble and Bri were behind the monitors.

From where he was standing, he caught the second she helped the little girl sit in her chair, the director’s chair, how she sat straight, proud to be there, and Bubble, standing next to her, guiding her gently, their heads close together as they discussed the scene while pointing at the screen.

It took him more than usual to get into character, being unable to stop smiling at the pair of girls, his heart beating out of his chest every time his clear eyes fell on them.

Concentrate, Hayden, for fuck’s sake. You are a professional, act like it. She’s your director, nothing more….maybe a dear friend, a very dear one. With a sweet smile and a jasmine scent that you could recognise anywhere, but surely nothing more.

"When I say 'action,' you watch your dad, and when he does that cool move we talked about, you get to yell 'cut!'," Bubble instructed. Briar's role was serious business, and she performed it to perfection, her small voice shouting "Cut!" at the perfect moment confidently, causing the crew to applaud, her father more proudly than anyone there.

In the brief moments between takes, where the crew milled around adjusting equipment and discussing the next scenes, Hayden and Briar found themselves enjoying a moment together, by the monitors, catching up.

Briar was eating her favourite snack, strawberry yoghurt with chocolate cookies, that were suddenly available on set, a thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Hayden, as she swung her legs back and forth, her small feet not reaching the ground. Her eyes, wide and observant, had been taking in every detail of the vibrant set, but it was the moments spent with Bubble that seemed to captivate her the most.

"Dad, she's more beautiful in person!" Briar exclaimed with that child-unfiltered honesty, her voice a whisper of awe and fondness for the woman.

Hayden glanced over to where Bubble was standing with a couple of the crew, discussing the next shot. The afternoon light filtered through the high windows, casting a halo around her, softening her features and highlighting her gentle expressions.

His eagerness from the year prior to wanting to see her shine in her element was nothing compared to the satisfaction of being actually there, being witness to her greatness, personally and professionally.

"Yes, she is..." Hayden replied softly, his voice trailing off as he watched Bubble laugh at something one of the crew members said.

How privileged would be the person who gets to hear that sound over and over? COME ON HAYDEN! Where is there professionalism? Long gone now, that's for sure.

Briar giggled, snapping Hayden back from his monologue. "She even showed me how to check the camera angles, and gave me heatseat!" Briar's excitement was palpable, each word punctuated with an enthusiastic bounce. “Did you hear me call cut?”

“I'm glad you're having a good time, sweetie," Hayden responded, his smile tinged with affection. Oh how happy she makes Briar, she’s too sweet for this world.

"She said I was a natural, like you!" Briar continued, unaware of the complex emotions stirring in her father.

Hayden laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind Briar's ear. "Maybe one day you'll be directing films too, huh?"

"Maybe," Briar mused, "but only if I can do it with Bubble. We'd be the best team!"

"Indeed, you would," Hayden agreed, his gaze drifting once again to Bubble. As if sensing his gaze, Bubble looked over, her eyes meeting his across the distance. And, as it had been since day one, a silent communication passed between them, a shared smile that spoke volumes.

The day was finally coming to an end and Hayden was arriving at Bubble's office to pick Bri up and call it a day, he knocked softly before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the desk. There, in a scene that melted his heart instantly, was Briar, asleep with her head resting gently in Bubble's lap. Bubble, with one hand resting on a script and the other lightly stroking Briar's hair, looked up and met Hayden’s eyes with a soft smile. Calm down, you stupid heart.

Bubble carefully shifted, easing Briar's head onto a cushion she placed on the chair, and stood to meet Hayden halfway across the room. They moved in a quiet, shared understanding, their steps soft to not wake up the little girl, who was clearly too exhausted from the day’s adventures.

“She crashed just after you left. It's been quite a day.” Bubble whispered, her smile reaching her eyes.

“Yeah, it has,” Hayden replied, his voice low and warm. “Thank you, for everything today. For making today special, not just for Briar, but for me too.” A soft smile appeared on her lips, paired with red on her cheeks. “It was amazing.” You are amazing. His words lingered in the air, laden with unspoken feelings, hinting at the layers of meaning behind them. “She hasn’t stopped talking about today. You’ve made quite the impression.” He added.

"It's easy to make days special with you two," she replied softly. “I loved every minute of it and I’m glad she did too. She’s wonderful, Hayden.” You're both wonderful. “Just like you.”

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The air between them was charged with an unspoken understanding, the kind that comes from shared looks and smiles that linger a little too long.

But before anyone took a leap of faith and said what they were feeling, the silence was broken when Bri turned around, mumbling something in her sleep. Hayden nodded towards her, “I should probably get her home. She’ll be wondering where she is when she wakes up.”

She nodded and stepped out of their way, but watched with a smile on her lips how he gently scooped Briar into his arms, careful not to disturb her slumber.

As Hayden held Briar close, Bubble stepped forward, her presence comforting and familiar, the jasmine scent involving him, and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Briar’s crown, a tender gesture that made his heart race again.

His blue eyes got lost in hers, they were so calm, so peaceful, that it was just what he was looking for amidst the chaos of his mind, of his heart, he wanted to dive in them and never be found.

Then, standing so close to Hayden that he could feel the warmth of her breath, she raised herself slightly on her tiptoes and placed a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek. “Goodbye, Hayden,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes holding his for a lingering moment.

Kiss me until I know every millimetre of your lips, but let me keep kissing them in case I forget a detail. The simple kiss sent a ripple of warmth through Hayden’s body, the kind of warmth that spreads slowly but reaches deep. The proximity, her scent, and the feel of her lips on his skin, all conspired to heighten the tension between them.

“Goodnight, Bubble,” Hayden managed to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. With Briar in his arms, he turned towards the door, carrying more than just his daughter, the idea that he was losing the battle between rationality and emotion.

Bubble watched them leave, her hand touching her lips briefly, the memory of the kiss lingering like a promise, like hope. The office felt suddenly too quiet, too empty, but filled with a hopeful anticipation of what tomorrow might bring.

July 2021, fulfilling dreams.

One of the last fighting scenes was coming up and Hayden wanted it to be perfect, so he trained all the time for them, so much that he lost track of it. Long ago he stopped feeling the ache in his limbs, or any sensation at all, and the world outside the four walls of the immense training room he was in disappeared.

Unknown to him, he was not alone. She was leaning on a wall looking at him, lost in the way he moved swiftly around the room, how his muscles flexed. She was fascinated by him, but not only by what he made her feel, in terms of her silly little -not little at all- crush, but by how dedicated he was to his part, by his work philosophy.

The horny part of her was thinking how someone wearing a brown henley and black loose pants could look so fucking sexy, but he could pull it. At some point he tilted his head back, the light hitting on his hair, making his skin glow and her eyes travelled across the curve of his jaw, to his neck to the point where it met with his clavicles, which was showing thanks to the two undone buttons, and she pressed her legs together, gulping.

At the worst time possible, in the silence of the room, she sneezed and he turned around confused as hell. “What the-?” But relaxed when he saw it was only her. “Bless you, Bubble.”

“Thank you,” she had a tight smile on her lips. “Sorry to interrupt you.”

“Not at all,” he cleaned the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder sleeve. “Break from filming?”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at him frowning, “The filming ended hours ago.” At those words, he frowned too. “It’s dark outside, since when are you here?”

He looked surprised. “I don’t know,” She shook her head, walking towards him with a water bottle in her hands, “late afternoon I think.”

“Here,” she passed him the bottle and he smiled at her, putting the lightsaber on her hands. “Well, all those hours worked extremely fine.”

He gulped the water like a dehydrated man. The main thing that was killing her, that was making her so fucking hard to focus, was how his Adam's apple kept bobbling up and down when he swallowed his drink. “You think?” Truth be told, he was insecure about a few things, his performance being one of them.

“Yes” and nodded sure. “From what I see, and from what the stunts and trainers tell me, it’s perfect.” She smiled kindly at him, “You are more than ready.”

“You sure?” What she had to say about his performance, about him, meant a great deal to him.

Taking a few steps closer to him, she maintained eye contact. “You are going to kill it, Hayden. I say this as the director, I can already picture how perfect the scene is going to be.” Those words meant a lot to him, but on top of that, how soft she reassured him was what put a smile on his lips. “And as a fan, I already have chills just imagining how it’s going to look.”

He chuckled at that, “Well, I trust you so I’m going to believe you.” She nodded satisfied and he drank again.

With how close they were, he saw the exhausted look on her face. The mark of her glasses on the bridge of her nose made him want to pass his fingers there, to relax the frown adorning her features. His eyes diverted to her outfit, always loving how she dressed. Tall black sneakers, paired with also black loose leggings and a fitted blue t-shirt, her hair held by a clip in an extremely messy way. Blue eyes traced back to her face, but she was looking at the saber in her hands, a tiny smile on her lips. “What?”

“I’m trying to not let my little me have a mental breakdown,” she said her eyes still not looking at him

The brunette’s lips curved up in a smile. “Why?”

She shook her head, hiding her eyes from him. “It’s lame.”

“No, it’s not.” He said quickly. “Talk to me, Bubble.”

Slowly, her eyes met with his and he could notice right away the sparkle in them, but when she looked at him from beneath her eyelashes, he was almost knocked out of his feet at how much it affected that simple gesture. His eyes fell at her lips the seconds she wet the lower one and made it prisoner of her teeth, his heart started beating uncontrollably. Too fast, too hard, that he was sure she was able to hear it.

“I’ve always wanted a lightsaber, but I never had one, and you're giving me yours, even if it's just to hold it, it’s-” she laughed, shaking her head “It’s…um… I don’t-” she giggled nervously “I don’t know how to explain it.”

You are so cute it had to be criminal. Hayden was seconds away from dropping to his knees from how cute she was, from how giggly and happy she looked.

An idea popped into his brain, putting the bottle of water away, he smiled brightly at her. “I know you say you don’t train, but I’m going to teach you something.” She looked at him frowning. “Anakin’s signature move.”

Her eyes shone like a little kid, “I'll make an exception," he raised his eyebrows. "Only for you." A big smile appeared on her lips and all her tiredness flew away.

Her jasmine scent surrounded him, welcoming him when he stood behind her. His chest touching her back, the great difference of one head gave him the opportunity to look down on her. It would be easier to show it to her and that each of them had a lightsaber? Probably. What was the fun of that?

Oh God. She took a deep breath, his closeness clouding her thoughts. A mere inch in between their skins. “First,” he said in a low hushed voice, “don’t arch your back” he heard her holding her breath, “legs a little open.” Shivers ran through her back as he whispered in her ear. “Now,” slowly, his hand travelled to her left one, “a basic spin.” She nodded, pressing her lips to not let a giggle escape her mouth because his breath tingled her.

His fingers intertwined with hers on top of the base of the saber, “relax.” His fingers travelled lower, to her wrist, “Don’t be stiff.” Gently, he massaged it a little, loosening it. Gently, he started twirling his own hand, it took them a couple of minutes to find the right rhythm. Because, one, she was left-handed and it came naturally to him with his right hand, but with his left one was another thing, and two, it was really hard to concentrate for either of them being that close to the other.

Yeah, the ache he was feeling before? Disappeared, completely. It was nonexistent the second they invaded the other’s personal space.

To the endless list of things he noticed about her add, confirming his theory, that her skin was soft. And yes, her touch shocked him to his very core. A simple hand touch, simple fingers intertwined, made him weak in the knees.

Her lips were a little agape, fully concentrated on the task at hand. After a couple of spins, where he gathered she already mastered it, she was ready for the second step. “Second, you are going to tuck it behind your back pointing your knuckles to the ground.”

“Huh?” She moved her head to the side, looking at him with a frown on her brows.

Their lips centimetres from each other, making it extremely hard to concentrate. For both of them. Lord have mercy on me.

It was like they were in sync, they looked at the other's lips at the same time, not realising what the other was doing. The sudden need to trace the curve of her lips almost overcame him, almost becoming too much for him to breathe properly, to the point his grip on the saber loosened a little but her firm one brought him back to the real world.

“Basic spin,” she led that part, “Point your knuckles to the ground,” his hand guided hers, “and tuck it behind the back.” Delicately, to not injure her, he moved their arms behind their backs. “Got it?” She nodded, liking her lips and that time, he was the one who took a deep breath, earning a little smile from her.

“Now what else?” Master. She asked looking ahead trying to hide her blush, but failing miserably because he could see it.

His hand found his place on her waist, he felt her take a shaky breath, “Turn slightly to the side,” and moved her. The movement made her shirt lift a little, his cold fingers touching her warm velvet skin and a little laugh escaped her lips. “What?”

She pressed her lips together to not laugh, “I’m ticklish,” but failed miserably. Her head fell on his shoulder, her throat completely exposed and Hayden’s eyes fell there, instinctively licking his lips. Oh, that laugh.

Even though she wanted to control her laugh, she couldn't and after a few minutes, when he came out of his entrance with her, he laughed too. His chest rumbled against her back. His masculine laugh made her weak on the knees.

The closeness they were having disappeared, but not because someone took a step away, but because they were glued together, not an inch of space separated them. Who took that step? God knows, but her back was glued to his front, his grip on her hip was gentle but a little possessive.

Finally, their laughter died down. How can I have so much luck and at the same time none? “Show me again, please?” Her tone quivered a little and the most masculine, soft, giggled left her lips. To my very core, thank you.

What he found on her face instead of a frown, was a smile. Not only that, but her eyes were looking at his mouth too. “Knuckles to the ground, tuck behind the back while moving your hip.”

She nodded and did the move. Still guided by him, with his hand on her hip. Hayden’s breath caught in his throat the second the movement of her hips made her ass graze his crotch, he tried to put his mind black, to think about anything else other than the sweet torture he was enduring, other than the tightness he started feeling in his pants. Every touch, every movement, It's overwhelming.

He couldn't ignore the intense physical sensations that surged through his body. The closeness of her body against his sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He felt his breath hitch and his heart rate quicken, unable to deny the undeniable attraction he felt towards her. Hayden desperately tried to push these thoughts aside, to suppress the growing desire that threatened to consume him. Looking up, he invoked all his willpower not to succumb to his desires to make his very vivid sexual dreams come true at that precise moment. But deep down, he knew that his sexual dreams were just that— dreams. He couldn't let them cloud his judgement or jeopardise the trust they had built. Control your impulses, Hayden. Stay in control for the love of God.

Feeling his grip losing a bit, her hand grabbed the forearm of the hand that was on her waist. It seemed involuntary, like she was grounding herself and it made his heart start racing. She was intoxicating for him, her mere presence made all around him disappear.

After who knows how long, because he was trying to make his hard-on disappear, her voice reached his ears. “You okay?” She was looking up at him over her shoulder.

Busted. He nodded, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I was about to sneeze and I didn’t want to.” She nodded, not too convinced.

“What now?” The way she was standing, with where their hands were, he was hugging her from behind. His long arms engulfed her small figure.

The mix of his perfume, mint and cigarette impregnated in her skin, clouding her. All around her was Hayden and that was drowning her but calming her at the same time.

“Back to the starting position.” At that point, he was still behind her, hand in hand, because it was too difficult for him to part ways. He was too selfish to do it. “And do it all over again.”

Confidently, she made the whole move successfully. “Oh God.” She looked at him with her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” One more time, she did it. “I did it!” She turned around towards him, face to face, with a big proud smile on her face.

“You did it, Bubble.” He smiled proudly too.

Without thinking twice she jumped into his arms, saber forgotten, along with any clear thought. His arms hugged her by the waist and spun around. Their laughter filled the air, her head tilted to the back and the most beautiful smile on her lips while his eyes admired every second of it.

When her feet touched the ground, his arms were still around her waist making him crouch down a little, her hands on her shoulder. They were breathing the same air, their noses were mere centimetres from touching. She was swimming in his blue eyes, he was living in her lips. Gently, his head tilted to the side, still looking at her lips, and her hands travelled to his neck, her thumbs ghosting his Adam’s apple.

Timidly, they started shorting the distance. Her hands tangled in his hair, and his fingers went under the hem of her t-shirt, touching her skin and making a shiver run down her spine. His eyes caught the moment the tip of her tongue wet her lips and his knees almost gave in.

With how close they were, their eyes met. How beautiful her eyes shine. Not even the calmest, most clear ocean, could compare to those eyes. Slowly, he nuzzled her nose with the tip of his and she closed her eyes pleased, her lashes caressing her cheeks. Her nails ran down his scalp and it was his turn to smile pleased, his head falling back and the feeling of a single wet kiss under his jaw blurred his brain.

He called her name like a prayer, in a whisper, as if it was his only angel and he didn’t want anyone to hear him, to steal her from him. She pressed herself tighter against him. Even with layers of clothes in between them, he could feel her nipples against his chest. The breathless way she said his name, the way she purred it, made him die and go to hell and heaven back twice.

Only the finest of papers could be between their lips, that close they were. Hayden felt the curve of her lips on his, slightly, and that was what brought him back to the real world. What the hell were you thinking? Are you that out of your mind? Painfully, dying inside, he pulled himself apart from her. Putting as much distance as he could because he knew that succumbing to his desires at that moment would be inappropriate and could potentially ruin the sweet relationship that they had built.

Confusion adorned her sweet face. “I’m sorry, Bubble.” She tried to take a step closer to him but he took one back. “I-I ca-I can’t.” His eyes watched how pain took over her features and it was like a knife twisted in his heart. For a few seconds, she looked down. “Bubble-”

Looking at him, with watery eyes, “I get it” She took a step back.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “It’s not like that, I-”

“I’ve got to go.” The way he saw his demeanour change, like that day in October back in 2019, when she built walls inside her, killed him. He never wanted her to build those walls for him to not be able to see her true self, hell he never wanted her to feel any kind of pain and certainly not because of him.

“Goodbye.” No Hayden, no Moose. Simply Goodbye. Well done, idiot. Well, fucking done.

He wanted to scream that it wasn’t her the problem, that his insecure self was the problem. That he wanted her, but his feelings were a mess, that he was a mess. That his last real relationship went so bad that he was afraid of fucking things up with her and losing her.

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marvelstars · 5 months ago

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There´s always a price to pay

Anakin Skywalker

Anakin didn´t have an attachment problem before his mother died. In fact Anakin became attached because his mother died and that lead to his fall in ROTS when he tried to keep Padme alive by any means neccesary. Anakin didn´t get his balance back until ROTJ.

I see a lot of fans, especially anti-anakin fans talk about how his "attachment" problem was the main reason why he could never be a good Jedi, they usually go back to George Lucas commentary about him being fearing for Padme in ROTS because he was attached but if this is their inspiration they are unaware or forget Lucas comments about Anakin on EP I and EPII.

Because Anakin pretty much had to "let go" of his mother in slavery on EP I when he was 9 to become a Jedi. At 9 Anakin wasn´t just compassionate, he was self- sacrificical as well, he did that out of love for his family and for his friends. His only problem was the he loved too much(acording to lucas) and to the Jedi Order eyes.

Anakin was asked to leave his mother behind and never contact her again as the price to become a Jedi, that was what he was asked to do, to truly become a Jedi and he did it.

Anakin wasnt "attached" to his mother, Anakin LOVED his mother just like he loved Padme, that´s different but Jedi teachings didn´t approve of love, you can have "compassion" (even when I can´t remember any Jedi in the actual movies made by Lucas having compassion for anybody in particular, except Luke and Anakin) but you can´t love, that always has been part of their beliefs and fandom needs to remember that, because that´s central to the story.

EP II: Anakin discovers that this singular action of doing everything the Jedi way cost his mother her life, because he wasn´t there to protect her, she got herself a loving family for herself but she was left vulnerable to Tatooine´s dangers while her Jedi Son wasn´t allowed to contact her for 10 years. THIS was the beggining of Anakin´s "attachment issues" THIS was also the beggining of Anakin´s fall to the darkside when he killed the tusken raiders who kidnaped and tortured his mother for weeks in revenge.

Acording to Lucas commentary this singular event unbalanced Anakin for the rest of his life right until Return of the Jedi.

Because from Anakin´s perspective being a Jedi lead to him abandoning his mother and letting her die, that was a mistake he wasn´t willing to allow again. He became fixated on keeping Padme, Rex, his soldiers, fellow padawans, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Palpatine, whoever was under his care alive by any means neccesary and he no longer cared about being the pefect Jedi because being that killed his mother. Still a lot of his efforts were not enough to keep them alive especially during the clone wars, which convinced him he needed to become more powerful to keep them safe, which was the trap Palpatine put to make him fall "Help me destroy the Jedi Order and I will teach you how to save you wife and keep the galaxy at peace, we will have peace" It was a faustian exchange and Anakin agreed, just like he agreed to leave his mother behind so many years ago.

In both the clone wars series and official novels, other characters including Sith like Count Dooku made the comment there was a growing darkness in Anakin post EPII and the reason for this was because he was already using the darkside at the time of the clone wars but he didn´t fall fully into it until ROTS, he used it when he tought he needded it to protect his loved ones or end more quickly a battle in the clone wars.

You know how Lucas enjoys making his narrative ryhme? and both Luke and Anakin stories were made to ryhme.

Luke was presented with this same choice, stay, sacrifice your friends lifes and become a Jedi or leave to rescue your friends. Luke choose to rescue his friends even if it cost him his hand, promising he would come back. Because he feelt more free to do so as a young adult than Anakin at 9. Luke wasn´t the perfect Jedi in Yoda and Obi-Wan´s eyes because he cared for his friends and family but for Luke that was alright because that was the right thing to do.

Luke was presented with another choice, kill your sith father and his master the Emperor to truly become a Jedi. Luke choose to save his father and have compassion for him because for him doing the contrary was cruel and a sure way to fall to the darkside.

This doesnt mean Luke didn´t have doubts or darkside temptations, remember when he force chocked Jabba´s guards and told Jabba he was going to kill him? remember when he almost killed Vader to protect Leia? he was using the darkside to save his loved ones, just like his father did at his age. The difference was that having friends around who supported him unconditionally, not because of duty but because of love, helped to ground him. This gave him the idea that if this worked for him, it could work for his father as well, if only anyone showed him compassion again, not because of duty, not as a quid pro quo but because of plain unconditional love.

This action was enough to awake in Vader himself the desire to have compassion and love again, for his child and for the galaxy, this was the reason why he became self-sacrifical again, just like when he was young and he was willing to throw away his life and the last person he loved, the Emperor, to their deaths if it meant Luke´s Jedi ideology survived everyone. He could not let that die.

So if the fandom is going to talk about how Anakin was "evil" from the beggining and twisted using Lucas arguments about the difference between attachment and love, it would be nice if once in a while they didn´t erase the commentary Lucas made about the real origin of Anakin´s attachment.

#anakin skywalker #star wars #darth vader #luke skywalker

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cressidagrey · 3 months ago

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Hey, its me yapping again^^this time about White Horse & Mrs. Piastri.

The later first:

" “ Can I bring my whiteboard? ” Felicity smirked. “Only if you don’t correct Papa’s Boss in the middle of a briefing.” " Congrats guys, you just saved Andrea Stella from a magnificant bee. Not like there are 9 men in the exact same Position on track.

I see Bee wanting to visiti uncle Logan and then ending correcting someone else in a Garage that isnt Papaya.....hehe it would prb even be logical for bee bc she only promised to not correct Dads Boss.

Now to White Horse:

Pretty sure Pierres "Check on her" wasn't meant like this Charles... but Lewis snapout feelt very nice to read.

The next chapter: I liked Arthurs reaction to finding Belle in Bahrain. Its typical but it also showed that the youngest Leclerc isnt a lost cause. The difference between Arthur & Charles in the chapter was massive.

The everyday mysogyny even put on a shell and ignored. And the Lestappen blindness createt a situation between comedic genius and annoyance at Charles.

GP. Silent hero of the story but thats nothing New. I can see GP Holding a speech at the reception - i hope there is ond bc part of me thinks you will made Vegas2024GP a 'suprise' Wedding...- bc he was there in an unique Position the hole time...dating advice, car advice + pregnancy scare, proposing advice etc...I see him and Emilie there for speeches.

Tbh the only driver who I see not in the know about Max& his Mrs.Waldo at the end when the truth comes out to the family, is Pierre. Bc he is Charles best friend - even if I ask myself how much he witnessed over the years. Some - like the haasbands or valterri - will only watch but knowing? All of them^^^

Bye

HELLO again, and please never stop yapping because this message has me CACKLING 😭👏🏻

Mrs. Piastri first: “Only if you don’t correct Papa’s boss” truly was a line I wrote and then immediately knew: Bee has found her loophole and is absolutely going to use it. Poor unsuspecting McLaren Engineers? They won't know what hits them. Sharpie in hand, about to humble someone on national television. She’s a menace. A tiny, brilliant menace.

Now to White Horse (aka emotional whiplash the fic): You are SO RIGHT — Pierre's “check on her” was very much not meant as “Charles, go snoop and spiral like a Victorian ghost.” And YES to Lewis snapping — I needed someone to say it to his face, and Lewis doing it with calm dad energy but full-blown disappointment just hit the spot 😌

I’m so glad you picked up on the contrast between Arthur and Charles in that chapter — that was very intentional. Arthur’s still got room to grow, but there’s warmth under all the cluelessness. Charles, meanwhile… is drowning in self-made denial wrapped in Lestappen fixation and emotionally checked-out older sibling energy 😮‍💨

GP: THE UNSUNG LEGEND. I love the idea of him and Emilie tag-teaming the reception speeches like “Hi, we were here for all the catastrophes, please clap.” 😂 (Though that would mean that there is a wedding reception and...that may or may not happen.)

And Pierre being the last one to know?? Oblivious until the very end, fully betrayed. He’s going to need a whole personal arc after that reveal.

Thank you again for being here and sending absolute gold every time. I swear your messages deserve their own spin-off at this point 💛

#c answers #white horse

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my-debauchery · 6 months ago

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idol!jaemin × gn!reader

g`fluff

cw`kissing, some happy tears

wc`1.1k

A/N:jaemin got 3 votes so i hope no one is upset. i know it's not extremely festive and for that i apologies. i hope you like it anyway and have happy and peaceful christmas, if you celebrate. as always, constructive criticism is more than welcome. if you see mistakes in cw tagging, please, let me know.

you could feel it in the air. be it the festive spirit or 6 shots of espresso, that you had an hour ago, you can not decide.

somehow this christmas morning feels different, as you sit and watch the morning news in your pajamas. eating leftovers from the yesterday's celebratory dinner at your parents house.

you feelt slightly sad that your boyfriend couldn't join, but then again you knew what it's gonna be like dating an idol. you talked on the phone for a bit and he had to go back to the rehearsal for sbs's gayodaejeon. you probably won't be able to see each other till after the new years celebration.

as you get up to clean up your plate, there is a chime of the lock from the front door. you think it must be your sister's coming to pick you up for your walk, so you continue on to the kitchen.

'i just finished breakfast. let me change and we can go' you call out to them and load the dishes in the dishwasher.

suddenly you are engulfed by something cold and rustling.

'where i are you going?' you can hear a smile in jaemin's voice, even though he is speaking in to your neck 'can you delay your plans for a bit?' there is a playful intonation in his question.

you turn around in his arms and look up astonished 'what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be practicing or doing million other things in preparation for your performance? or resting?' you say worriedly, noticing slight dark circles and a sleepy gaze.

'maybe' he says and lowers his head on your left shoulder, mumbling 'or i can snuggle with you for an hour' you don't need to be told twice, so you move back to the couch and drop down with him.

you settle down and wrap yourself around jaemin. he takes a deep breath in 'you smell like ch-' you look up with a mischievous smile 'home?' he gives a quiet laugh and pinches your nose lightly 'no, love. you smell like christmas'

you pout and look away 'i bought a new body wash and i smell delicious' you say triumphantly and poke his chest 'i know. i can just bite your hands of for breakfast' he says and try to catch your hands and do just that.

jaemin tackles you on the ground and traps your underneath him. you try to break free, but he is stronger 'maybe you shouldn't have used it, you know i already can gobbel you up on any given day' he grins down on you.

you puff out your chest and lift your chin up 'first you should take your jacket off, show some manners. this is an establishment of fine dining and a certain class. not just anyone can eat here' you finish off with a lifted brow.

he takes off his jacket and tosses it to the side 'not anyone you say?' you nod and cross your arms 'of course not, only the most special people, in the most dignified positions' you say with an air of self-imposed importance.

he smiles an almost manic smile 'what about fiancé's? and futer husband's? are they special and dignified enough?' jaemin reaches in to his pocket and you feel you heart skip a couple beats. he outstretches his hand with an open palm on which lays a ring.

you skoot out from underneath him and sit on your knees in front of jaemin. you take the ring with shaky hands and look at it. it a simple silver band with sprinkling of small crystals and ingraving of yours and jaemin's initials on the inside. you feel dumbfounded and lost for words, so you just look at it.

you don't know for how long you sit like that 'will you take it? it's a promise ring. i know we can't marry right now, but one day. when things quite down a little we can' you feel tears drip down your face and your vision gets a little bit blurry.

jaemin nudges you lightly 'are you okay? is it a no and you just thinking how to tell me? you know i can always book a table later. i know your fine establishment is very popular' you snort and launch yourself forward to bear hug him.

'i love you so much. you don't need no booking. i'm afraid our establishment is closing for private service for the foreseeable future. you are our most honorable guest after all' you whisper in to his ear.

jaemin hugs you back 'the honor is all mine' you feel the sobs shake his body and run your hands along his back and sides.

you peel away from each other and he takes the ring from your hands. jaemin gently holds your hand and puts the ring on 'please, never leave me. i will do anything and everything to make you happy. i will learn and grow with you till tax collectors and fire department close you down'

you laugh and give him a short kiss. you both turn towards his discarded jacket, from which his phone is ringing and buzzing 'i'm afraid you need to go' you tell him and move to your feet.

jaemin follows suit and gets up. he holds your face, slightly squishing your cheeks 'i love you. i'll call you later, then i get to the show and before we go up. i love you. please don't forget to dress warmly if you go out. i love you. i'll try to get couple hours free to celebrate with our families and friends, before the new year. i love you. please watch our performance, but look only at me. i love you'

you squish his face back 'i love you. i'll be waiting for you here, if you can, stay the night today. i love you. i'll stay warm and won't get sick, i promise. i love you. i would love to celebrate with everyone, but don't stress about it. i love you. i'll watch it and you know i only have eyes for you. i love you' you pinch his cheeks 'you should go or the others will chew you out'

he lets go of you and picks up his jacket. jaemin fishes out his phone and answers it 'yes, hyung i'm going down. sorry for not answering. i'll be out in a minute' he moves towards the front door and you follow him.

jaemin puts his jacket and shoes on and looks at you. you move to stand in front of him and kiss him again. he turns to exit and you hold on to his right hand. just as he is about to step out of your apartment, you cheerily say 'thank you for your visit. please, come again!'

the last thing you hear is jaemin's bright laugh echoing in the corridor.

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bear-remn · 5 months ago

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୨ৎ Valentines day special v1 ୨ৎ

hi! heres the firts part of the valentines special, im so excited to start pósting again with this little series, so i hope you gals enjoy it as much as i did making it! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊

︵‿ ⊹ ︵‿୨ ♡ ୧‿︵ ⊹ ‿︵

the night was calm, the full moon shiny on the deep blue eyes, the waves were soothing to hear. shu had taken kirari to the beach, a place she had never been nefore, as shu rested on a chair with his feet on the sand, kirari came toward him and sat on his lap.

"was the sea good?" he ask as his hads came to her waist and legs to hug her.

"its perfect, i tought it will be cold but it was amazing" her heart for some reason was beating faster than usual, she wasnt sure if it was because of the new place she was visiting, the sea, a place she tought was only to see on movies, or it was the fact that shu wanted her to see new things, it was strange to her but it felt so right.

"blue suits you well" shu commented as his hand on her leg touched the silky fabric of her dress "did you wanted to match the sea perhaps? or the night sky?" a soft smile appeard on his lips.

"not really..." she said softly, she hold his face and came closer to look into her eyes, she loved those deep and pretty eyes, for kirari, shu had the pretties and most hypnotizing eyes she had ever seen in her life, she couldnt put it into words but she feelt like shu eyes the only part of his body where she could see him naked, if that maked any sense "i actually wanted to match your eyes..." kiraris voice came a little embarassed, she is not the type to complement, she only does it to shu but, not so much.

"my eyes?" his low tone maked her skin get chills, and as kirari saw shu eyes as the most calming and deep way of his soul, shu could see the burning desire into her yelloish eyes, like a big and strong flame burning everything she sees and touch, at firts it was a little scary how deep she could go with so little, but shu got used to it and find it a home, a partner he actually want to keep and proctect of everyone and everything "the nails too?"

"if i am matching it mush be well done, is innit?" she smiled.

"the cutesy of humans keeps surprising me, why the need to match huh?" shu didnt get why humans acted like that and call it romantic, it was odd for him but he enjoy it, shu loves every little detail kirari does for him.

"because... i dont know, i love your eyes and it feels like i..." she bited her tongue before saying it, she understand better how vampires loved, so her way to be romantic and show people they were a couple its not the same as them, but she can handle it "like if i belong to you... in some way" shus fangs flashed as he laughs.

shu its not easy to make happy to the point of laughing, but shu couldnt help but to fin hilarious how kirari always bring that up, it was a little romantic for him but it was still funny to him.

"stop laughing!"

"so you say youre mine?" shu said with a smirk.

"i wont say it again"

"i wont laught i promise"

"youre just making fun of me!"

"im not"

they stay quiet for a little until both of them smiled.

"youre pretty like that" shu said as he hold her close.

"youre dumb"

"am i?" he said smiling, he liked these kind of moment, anoying kirari was a good hobbie, everything with kirari was better "im just in love"

kiraris cheeks grow red and her smile was hard to hide, just hearing him say that sentence, was enought for her to be happy, was enough to make her soul flutter, this kind of moments make her excited to spend eternity with him, together until their bones becomes dust and hell receive their souls as one.

"i love you, shu"

kirari looked into his eyes, drowning her soul with those killer blue eyes.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #shu sakamaki #shu x reader #diabolik lovers shu #shu sakamaki smut #diabolik oc #diabolik brothers #valentines day

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vampirenigh · 2 years ago

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i hope this isnt weird or too specific--- (ignore this if u dont wanna do it!!)

i was hoping you could write about ciel and alois (blck btlr) with a very dreamy s/o? like, dreamy in so many aspects. like they look like they jumped out of a painting in a museum, or they could look identical to some figures they've seen in paintings. and their voice would be very calming too, quiet but clear iygwim.... like s/o is basically angelic and all that and their presence feels surreal to the boys

gn! reader if that's fine:DD

You are my everything

Hey. No problem at all. It's totally fine and thank you for your ask. I like when people send me specific asks because it helps me understand better and not mess up. At first I didn't understand what you meant by dreamy but because of your explication I think I got it. I will try to do gn but I never tried so if something is not right don't hesitate to tell me. And if you have any more ideas don't hesitate to send an ask.😁

Summary: Ciel and Alois whit a dreamy reader.

Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy.

Warnings: gn!reader, some posesiveness in Alois?

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Ciel Phantomhive

He first saw you in town. He was with Sebastian to take some things and investigate a new case given by the queen. But the care was totally forgotten when he saw you. You were the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He knew that you are from an aristocratic family from your clothes and your maid but didn't know which one.

So he puts Sebastian to do some research on you and he learns that you were Elisabeth's cousin. He couldn't believe it. Even more when he first talked to you at Elisabeth's birthday party. You were just so calm and welcoming that he felt safe in your presence. Your quiet but clear voice made him feel like he could tell you everything and you wouldn't judge him.

And because of that he broke the engagement with Lizzy and started to court you. Elizabeth's mother was a bit mad but couldn't stop Ciel because he loves him as her own son and he deserves to have happy memories.

So you two start to date after some time whit a new engagement made between Ciel's family and your's. He started to call you often at his mansion and talk to you. He could've sworn that you were an angel from heaven when you first comforted him after he had a nightmare and you stayed at his mansion overnight. You were so gentle with him like he was made of glass and would break at the slightest touch. It was such a different feeling that he felt he doesn't deserve it.

All this time he thought that the only thing that counts is to revenge his family and to reestablish his family name but now he starts to doubt it. The only thing that he can think of is that he doesn't want to lose you ever like he lost everyone else. He will protect you whit his life and will make sure that you are always comfortable.

God forgive anyone that hurts or embarrasses you because Sebastian will take care of him.

Ciel would often come to you to talk about what is bothering him and would be grateful for who you are that he sends you different dresses and jewelry that he knows will look good on you.

In conclusion he will love and cherish you till the day he dies and will always be grateful for your presence even in the darkest times.

Alois Trancy

He saw you in a museum in the art section. He couldn't believe how much you looked alike whit a portrait of a very beautiful women that lived over 200 years ago. He couldn't take his eyes of you so he made a move. He came to you and introduced himself in the hope that you will see him as fascinating as he sees you. And you did. You introduced yourself and engaged in a conversation whit Alois.

Your voice and your looks made him not want to leave you alone at all. He feelt like he is talking to an angel who came to safe him. He learned that you are the grand grand granddaughter of the woman in the painting and that she was one of the most beautiful women that lived in that time and that you are happy that you could resemble her.

He started to court you and made the engagement whit your parents. He asks Hannah some things that you would like and if you don't he will punish her severely.

He will eventually tell you everything about his past and about Claude. He feels so safe with you that he couldn't bring himself to hide it. And the moment when you just tell him that it doesn't matter, it doesn't define him he swore he could die right then and there as a happy boy.

He would tell Claude to protect you and to kill anyone who comes too close to you whit bad intentions.

He would be very clingy. He doesn't like being away from you. He feels like you are his lifeline and can't leave you.

Do you remember the time when Alois was on his knees in front of Claude to prevent him of leaving? He would do that when you wanted to go have some tea time whit another girl. (What can I say he has abandonament issues.)

He feels that he is the luckiest boy on the planet because he can have such a beautiful and calm lover who sees him for who he is and not for his money.

#black butler #ciel x reader #ciel phantomhive #ciel phamtonhive #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel black butler #alois x reader #alois trancy #kuroshitsuji alois #black butler alois #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji ciel

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lizzy-jailer · 20 days ago

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Two cups of coffee

Summary: Joel and you have been divorced for a couple of months now but when your generator breaks in the middle of a cold winter night you don't have anyone else to call...

Warnings: trauma, nightmares, lack of trust

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Snow falling on the town of Jackson. Safety that no one would've belived was possible after all these years of grief, loss and darkness. It was still dark and cold. But safe. Safer than anywhere else.

But still it felt like lately the safety had taken too much from you. More than the running and barely escaping death every day. Jackson had given you time to think and time to argue. Time to grow apart.

Now you were sitting all alone in your living room, under tons of blankets and hoping for the best. Your generator had busted, in the middle of the night, in weather like this, it was far from perfect. At this rate the temperature in your house would be below freezing by morning.

You wanted to tough it out. You felt like you needed to, even though help was just one call away. But you couldn't, not after all that had happened between you two... you only had one person who'd always be there, no matter what time, no matter how late or how angry you were at eachother. Those years still mattered.

You'd just have to wait a few hours for the town to wake, to seek help from someone else who'd know how to fix your generator. There were other people. People other than joel. Men who could help you... just in the morning.

But as the night went on and as you started to shiver, it all started getting too much. You had gone soft here in jackson. Gotten too used to the warmth and the light. You and Joel used to sleep out there, in below freezing temperatures and you had survived. Just fine...

As your fingers and toes were getting numb you decided that you had no choice but to call your ex husband. Because there was really no one else to come and help you.

You picked up your walkie talkie in shame and embarrassment. You had avoided him for months now.

"Hi joel, its me, can you hear me? Over"

To your surprise, he picks up right away. Was he not sleeping at this time of night?

"Yeah, l hear you, what the hell is up that you gotta call me at this time of night? Over"

"My generator's busted... it's a bit cold," she said, trying to sound as calm about it as possible "could you maybe come and take a look at it? Over"

"I'm on my way. Over"

It really surprised you. He didn't even hesitate. He was awake and he was coming right away. No questions asked, no nothing... maybe it shouldn't have surprised you. That's the way he'd always been.

When he arrived at your house you were even colder. You were shivering under all the blankets. It wasn't even possible to hide. You just hoped that maybe he wouldn't comment on it.

He opened the door and the first thing he noticed was you on the couch. He feelt how cold the house was. Maybe a few degrees warmer than it was outside. He closed the door and asked loudly

"How damn long have you gone without power? It's like an ice chamber here! What the hell were you waiting for?"

"Calm down, it's fine, l thought l could wait til morning. Didnt expect it to get this cold this fast..."

"Calm down? You're gonna freeze your damn fingers off woman! You know what the weather's like outside?"

And he was right. You both knew that.

"Can you take a look at it?..."

You ask hesistantly. As if you were afraid of him saying no or leaving you all alone with your problem but you knew you had no reason to fear.

"Of course l can take a look at it, just in the morning! You're gonna freeze to death, idiot! You're coming with me."

His tone was commanding. He wasn't going to take any other answer other than yes. You knew the guy, he'd just drag you with him if you said no. Because he cared. So your answer was simple. No reason to inconvenience either one of you further.

"Alright."

He grabbed you by your arm and yanked you up from the couch without much warning.

The walk to his house was mostly quiet. Him shooting glances at you every ten seconds to make sure you hadn't turned into an ice cube just yet, wrapping his arm around your back casually, to try and keep you warm.

He opened the door for you like he always did and told you to go and sit on the couch. The house was so familiar. Bringing back memories from what had been and what could've been.

But in reality all you could think about was getting warm. You were still shivering as you sat down. Before you could notice, joel was already back with blankets and laying them all over you. He muttered under his breath.

"What the hell were you thinking, huh? Woman what the hell were you thinking?!"

You were still a bit disacociated from the cold, not bothering to talk to him, embarrassed that you had to call him and even more embarrassed of ending up on his couch...

"I'm gonna make you coffee, alright?"

You didn't have time to argue. He was already in the kitchen. As your body slowly started to warm up, he returned with a cup of coffee, handing it to you and sitting down next to you

"Should help you with unfreezing. But seriously! What were you thinking?"

"I told you. I thought it could wait until morning. I would've had someone else take a look at it."

Your tone was still a bit cold. So was his. It had been six months since your last talk. Six months since parting ways and moving out of the house you were sitting in again right now.

You both had known that no contact was the best option. There was no hate between the two of you, couldn't have been after all this time. Just too much time to argue and find issues in eachother that resulted in you walking out on him and taking off your ring after years and years of wearing it.

Because it was for the better. Not just for you but also for him. Thats why you had done it.

"You feeling your fingers and toes and everything alright? Nothing numb?"

"The only thing that's numb is my heart"

Was that supposed to be a joke? You cringed at your own words.

He froze for a second. Looking at you. You just casually sipped your coffee as if you had said nothing just now. He couldn't belive you. And he had no idea what to say to that. You might have been kidding but surely there was an ounce of truth in every joke.

He blurted out

"This ain't the time for your stupid jokes."

You sighed. As you felt the feeling in your fingers return, you decided to take off your jacket. But as you were pulling it off your shoulders you heard something drop to the floor with a quiet clinking noise.

As joel bent down to see what fell and to hand it back to you, you froze.

"Why's that still in your pocket? You carrying it around or something?"

He held up the ring he had given you years ago.

"It's just been there since we ended things, l forgot to take it out"

It was an obvious lie. You both knew it. You tried to change the topic.

"Since it's here already... you want it back?"

He looked at the ring, and then back at you. Did he want it back? There was certainly something he wanted more. Like to know why the ring was there in the first place.

"Are you trying to distract me? I know damn well it wasn't left here. You weren't wearing the damn jacket the day you left, were you? I remember."

"Just tell me if you want it back or not..."

You didn't want to talk about it. Not a word. Not to him, not to anyone.

"Sure, sure l'll take it back. Just tell me why it was in your pocket."

Your heart dropped as he actually agreed to take the ring. You hadn't expected it. He noticed.

"Tell me. We both know you can't lie."

You looked at the floor. You couldn't tell him and that made him even more curious. More concerned. But this time he waited for you to open your mouth yourself. He knew you. He knew that pressuring you wouldn't get him anywhere.

Something made you open your mouth now. You just said it.

"Well l've- l've sorta been having these dreams. Not good ones. Every night since l left... sometimes multiple times a night."

You were still avoiding eye contact, trying to sound casual but now he was looking at you. You felt as if his eyes were burning through your flesh and staring right into your soul. Like he was seeing everything you'd ever want to hide.

"Every night? Since you left?"

You heard that familiar concern in his voice now, his voice quieter. More careful than before.

"What happens?"

You hesitated even more. The two of you sat in silence for a while as you tried to find the right words for it, the right way to explain it, without exposing your feelings further than wanted.

"It's like about the time we were out there... but you ain't there. It's just me all alone."

Your voice broke very slightly. Just a tiny bit but it didn't go unnoticed to joel's trained ear. Silence. Again.

"And then an infected sneaks up on me... and it's got your face. Wakes me up."

Your words were quiet.

"Oh yeah, and the ring. When l finally wake up... l guess it..." you muttered something under your breath, about how stupid you were being "l guess it helps me remember that you're still alive... sometimes."

His eyes were sad. You didn't want him to look at you like that. Never.

"It's stupid. Trust me, l know"

You sighed.

"It ain't stupid. Not at all. It's terrible. Listen to me, you need to talk to someone."

You were quiet for a while until you admitted more.

"And it aint just the dreams either. every time l go out on patrol... l think lm gonna die l get this fucking stupid panic. l feel like no matter who l go with... they dont have my back. I take the ring with me then too..."

"People have your back."

After joel's reply, the silence fills the room once again. You regret admitting as much as you did. He didn't need to know all of it. Any of it.

"Sure. Just take the ring."

You shift your hand towards him, with the ring in your palm.

He doesn't feel like he can take it now. It just feels wrong. Even if you didn't say it directly, he knows it's a comfort to you. Grounding you after the nightmares, reminding you that you weren't all alone in the new world. Because for the whole time until now you had been in it together. In the world of infection and violence you had always had eachother. Even before that, you had always had eachother.

But he needed to take the ring back. The past was past and both of you had to let it go. He wouldn't open up to you about his struggles. Didn't mean he didn't have them.

But six months apart, compared to the years together felt like nothing. Felt like it'd still be alright. It made it hard to get any words out. But it was for the better.

He reached out, taking the ring from your hand, palming it and not only gaining the ring but also immense guilt with it. He felt like he couldn't be around you any longer.

"I'm going to bed, okay? You gonna be alright here?"

"Sure"

He got up from the couch and walked upstairs. You could hear the sound of his bedroom door closing.

You weren't cold anymore. Not in the literal sense at least. You grabbed one of the blankets he'd put over you before and laid down.

You tried to sleep but couldn't. Instead you looked around in the room eyes getting stuck on your coffee cups that were left on the table. Next to eachother.

Eventually your eyes fluttered shut, hoping for a peaceful sleep. You were in the house you used to live in before the nightmares. It should help. It should.

But the night was as bad as any other. Even worse. Multiple dreams. You had to keep quiet and you had no ring to remind you of anything anymore.

It was only downhill from here.

☆☆☆

A/n: Thank you so much if you made it here. This my first (a bit) longer fanfic that l have ever written. All critizism is welcome, definitely have some spelling errors too, english isn't my first language💙💙💙

#joel miller #joel the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel x reader #joel x you #joel x y/n

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h1biscusgal · 2 months ago

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heyy coco!!! so, I have a little story time slash question

my first actual attempt to shift was back in 2021, i didnt know anything abt the void state. at that time, i thought u could bring stuff from ur dr (i know.)

WELL, when i was doing the method, at some point i started to not feel my bed. eventually, i felt like I was floating in space. like it wasnt enough, i was also feeling my body spinning around ...

suddenly, flashlights started to appear right in front of my eyes. my eyelids started to shake. those symptoms were getting "worse" as i was counting down angrily. i was really excited, so I started to scream the affirmations in my head.

short-long-story, my neighbor punched the wall and i got scared. didnt shift.

since then, I wasnt able to feel that kind of stuff again. normally, i just sleep (MAKES ME SO MAAAD).

so, during 2023 and 2024 i took a pause from shifting. now, im back and with a toootallyy different mindset.

lately, everytime that i listen to a guided meditation, i can feel that im the state akin to sleep. i just stop feeling my bed and it looks like total blackness. its different to when u close ur eyes, y know? it feels like i have my eyes wide open in a dark room. but it feels very hard for me to keep trying to shift before i listen to the meditation, i just suddenly fall asleep.

the question is: was i in the void back in 2021? was i shifting? was it just my body falling asleep ?? do u have any tips abt those things ?? 😰

LOVE YA BYE MUAC

OMG MY DARLING MOOT

So, back in 2021, it sounds like you were very close to the Void State. Feeling like you were floating, losing sensation of your bed, and the flashes you experienced are all signs of entering a deep state of awareness. The spinning sensation and excitement likely disrupted you from fully entering, but you were definitely close. The Void is about losing your physical senses and existing purely as consciousness, so you were on the right track, AND YE I ALSO FEELT THAT WHEN U HAVE UR EYES WIDE AWAKE IN A DARK ROOM, THAT'S THE VOID FOR ME.

As for now, it sounds like you're entering the state akin to sleep, which is great progress! But falling asleep before shifting is a common issue for a lot of people. Try focusing more on staying present in that blackness before the sleepiness kicks in — don’t rush, don’t force, just trust you’re getting there.

Some tips:

Stay neutral and calm before starting — excitement or impatience can keep you from entering. Let go of the need to control it, and simply allow yourself to drift.

When you’re in that dark space, remain aware of it. Try not to “chase” the Void but let it come to you naturally. Gentle, slow breaths can help too — no forcing, just letting go.

Use affirmations or a mantra, but in a relaxed, non-urgent way. No pressure to make them work right away.

And to answer your question: It sounds like you were very close in 2021, and now you’re even closer! Just keep the mindset shift of relaxing into it instead of pushing for it, and you’ll definitely get there.

You’ve got this! Take it easy and trust the process. 💛

ADORE U MWAH

#manifesting #reality shifting #shiftblr #loa tumblr #loassumption #law of assumption #law of manifestation #loa blog #void state #coco's answers

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itskattkm · 1 year ago

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The air in my lungs

Chapter 4

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, Grief, Injuries, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

A/N: Based and inspired by Millers Girl. Mr. Miller himself isn’t really present but will be mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Never had Cairo though she would text you as soon as Winnie left. In the middle of the night. You told Cairo you would come over after reviewing her message. She was waiting in her bed. Only in her laced underwear wearing her black silk robe. She was thinking about all the things she wanted to do… but mostly about the thinks she wanted you to do to her. When she heard the doorbell her heart skipped a beat. Cairo walked down to open the door for you.

As soon as she opened the door you stopped mid your sentence “Hey it-“

Your eyes were watching Cairos body. Your pupils delayed by the sight of Cairos light skin covered in black laced underwear while wearing that silk robe “come in” Cairo said with a luring voice that could have been straight from a mermaid.

Luring you into the deepest part of the water where no air would reach your lungs. Drowning while her lips would be on yours. You were following her through the mansion that was only lightened by a few tiny lamps or even candles.

The moment you reached her bedroom you feelt goosebumps all over your body. A slight smell of cigarettes were in the air. Her bedroom was way much warmer than the mansion itself. Cairo sat down slowly on the edge of her bed while taking off her robe “don’t let me wait y/n” she whispered even more luring and you didn’t even noticed walking towards her.

Your arms resting on each side of her on the bed while leaning slightly over her when Cairo laid herself down on the back. Her almost pitch black eyes watching every move of you. “Why did you wanted me to come over?” You whispered while caressing the sides of her body and still holding the eye contact.

“I think it’s pretty obvious… isn’t it?” Cairo whispered and pulled you closer whispering against your lips “I want you to take me”.

You felt something tightening between your legs when she said those words. Hesitation overcame you when you watched her slowly touch you. “ come on y/n don’t leave me hanging here… I need you to touch me… feel me” she said in a bit of a needy tone.

“If that’s what you want…” you whispered and spread her legs to place yourself between them while leaning over her.

“Soft or rough?” You whispered husky into her ear before kissing her neck. She moaned slight while her eyes fell shut “rough… go hard on me”.

Suddenly another person came into the room. Cairo turned her head to the side to see you entering the classroom quietly and sitting down on your usual seat in the back. Slowly Cairo put her attention back to the draft she was working on and closed it. Her heart rate began to sink slowly, she was still nervous and felt slightly high. Like writing about you weren’t already crazy… as soon as you were in the same room as Cairo she felt like exploding of emotions. Your eyes fell on the back of her head, she was sitting straight in her chair but also seemed somehow relaxed. Unintentionally you made a check. Seeing Cairo wearing all black, some brown leather boots with that where going up to her knees. Your eyes wandered up to the black dress with slightly puffed sleeves she was wearing. Exposing slightly her shoulders with mad her chest and neck look somehow inviting. You couldn’t explain it but you felt a bit more calmer at the thought of placing your lips right on her neck while watching her.

The moment you entered the class her heart may have calmed down but still it war’s beating so hard that it made her think you could hear it yourself. Again she a a slight shiver along her neck, going down to the spine, it felt like you were checking her out. Cairo was so nervous and excited at the same time. And she wasn’t sure what the first move was going to be. But she hoped something would happen. “Nice dress… going to a funeral?” Said you said teasing

And suddenly it felt for Cairo like nothing had changed at all, you were back at the teasing and somehow your way to flirt with her?

Cairo smiled a bit at your teasing without turning around “Nope. No funeral. I just felt like wearing it.” She said. And it was true. She hadn’t thought about the dress being funeral like. She just thought it looked good on her. “But if you ask me. It’s you who should be wearing that dress.” Cairo replied. She was sure you looked hot in her black dress or general in her clothes. She felt turned on by you, and wanted you so badly, cause somehow no one ever made feel like that before. But you? There was something about you. “Me wearing your dress?” You asked in such a calm way, making it seem like you were really curious or maybe Cairo had caught you off guard somehow. Cairo nodded. “You should. It would look good on you. Makes you more seductive.” She paused for a moment, looking at you. Her lips covered by a slight dark raspberry tone that made them looked so soft, and her eyes were gorgeous, you thought. “Don’t you think it’s true?” Cairo asked her, wanting her so badly right now. “You should wear more dresses in general. They look nice on you.”

You felt slightly flustered by her way to compliment you and turning your words you said to her around so it wouldn’t be about her anymore… now it was about you.

“Hm…Depends on how I’m feeling… but thanks” you said still calm and opened your laptop. “By the way your funeral dress is looking good” you added without looking at her to make clear that you were making a compliment even tho you teased her first.

Cairo smiled as you opened your laptop. She knew you were trying to tell her off. But she didn’t really mind. She felt excited anyway. “So what are you writing today?” Cairo asked her calmly. She didn’t mean to sound flirty, but she knew she did anyway. You looked amazing, wearing a typical jeans skirt with a top that was showing pretty much skin. But you two lived in Texas and it was pretty hot due summer time. Like as you could have felt Cairos eyes on your body, you untied the sweater you had around your hips and pulled it on. It was oversized and even tho you had more clothes on, it made you look hotter. Cairo really enjoyed the teasing. But she didn’t want to mess anything up. So she had to do this just right and carefully.

“Miss Perry gave me the gerne dark mystery with the topic to write how the villain is trying to seduce the hero. What did you get this time?” You asked in such a quiet and relaxing way that it almost confused Cairo. You were to relaxed. Way to calm. Why?

“The same actually. A seducing female leader.” Cairo said, not surprised at all knowing that it was meant to be between her and y/n. She had known for a while, and she liked the idea of writing a seducing story with you as the seducing female lead. So she was eager to start. “You can start if you want. I don’t mind.” The fact they were even allowed to write such things was almost criminal. But since their teacher made clear what exactly they were allowed to write or not… Cairo was holding herself back pretty hard while writing that night story between you two this morning. She defiantly needed to change the names before anyone would see it.

“No” you said chuckling and looks down into the screen of your laptop. In no universe would you show Cairo Sweet your drafts. She was still one of the beats in the whole class or even school. So no. You rather kept your ideas and mind for yourself. “I’ll make you a deal?” Cairo said, feeling playful. If she felt flirty with y/n or not she wasn’t sure. But she still wanted you to get attracted to her “instead if writing it down, why don’t you try to seduce me now? And we’ll see if it’s even realistic enough” She paused for a moment. Looking at you with a slight glint in her Graphit eyes with a mischievous smile “Would you go for it? You down?” She asked, looking right into your eyes. “You Wanne make it a play now?” You asked curious while meeting her eyes with your glowing ones.

“Yes, it is.” Cairo said, smiling. She felt her heart go wild looking at you. But she was glad that you seemed to be interested in this idea as well. “It’s about us, and what we’re doing in this classroom. How you try to seduce me. And if you succeed or not. Can you handle that? Or would you rather like, me seducing you?” She kept the flirt going. It felt natural, but also very strange at the same time. “It would turn out very inappropriate… but as I know your well know for your inappropriate writing” you said teasing.

Cairo grinned a bit. It was true, she always wrote inappropriate stories, so you had a good point. But she was really tempted to go for it anyway. But she didn’t want to get this into trouble. But maybe… “How inappropriate can it be…” She said, looking at you as she spoke, giving you an innocent look. “Depends what the seducing is about…Is it about food?” You said in a fake innocent way and tried to annoy her by playing dumb.

Cairo rolled her eyes at your fake innocence. “No, it’s not about food.” She said, giggling a little. “It’s about more intimate things.” She hesitated, wondering how much she could go into detail here. But she had written this many times. She was sure you could handle it. “It’s about seduction, and how I seduce you.” She said with a flirtatious smile. “So you’re trying to seduce me now?”said in a low voice. Cairo began to feel frustrated this whole back and forth made her mind getting slightly irritated.

But again you had a affect on Cairo that was almost a miracle. She felt her heart go wild again. Your low voice turned her on so much more than it did before. Her body felt tingly all over. But she didn’t want to make it too obvious. Not just yet. “Maybe I am…” she said, smiling slightly. “Is that okay?” She asked, feeling a rush of excitement. You smirked in silence and then the rest of the students came in with Miss Perry. Class had now officially started, everyone was discussing the themes and what exactly was allowed to write and what not, after that it began to be quite and everyone started writing on their short story. Cairo watched you write. And even while writing, she couldn’t help but appreciate your body. It wasn’t obvious as she was writing too. But she still checked your body now and then, through the reflection on her screen of her laptop. While Cairo were taking side notes on a paper she watched you, right now especially your hands. She was attracted to you on all levels. And she hoped you felt the same way. But she wasn’t sure if you did. And she was getting more and more eager to find out.

And the way you held the pen… it made her go back to the moment you stole her cigarette. How smoothly it was wandering between your fingers. Your hands looked so soft. And so gentle. And the way you held your pen, making it slid between your fingers, playing with it like it had no choice while you were typing something in with your other hand, it was hot. She couldn’t help but get turned on by you. And then she got an idea. A little flirtatious play with her hands, maybe. So Cairo started playing with her pen, like she didn’t realize what she was doing. But she wanted you to see it as a sign of her being attracted and seducing…

At some point your neck started to feel stiff, that’s why you sighed quietly and look up. You didn’t even had to try anymore, your gaze landed automatically on Cairo every time you looked up. Well… you had also not pretty much of a choice since she was always sitting in the middle of the class… front row. No one else behind her… just you in the distance. So you looked up deep in thoughts working on your task when your eyes catches the movement on Cairos hand. She was spinning her in silver metallic covered pen between her fingers. Just then you recognize how firm her hands were, looking somehow innocent, untouched and perfectly defined how hands of a rich girl would look like.

Cairo wanted you to see her as a seductress. It was her goal in this story between the two of you. She wanted to keep seducing all throughout it. So she kept spinning her pen. At some point, she caught your eyes while looking over her shoulder a few times, and she hoped that you understood why she was doing this. And that it would turn her on, and make her realize what Cairo was feeling.

There was a look in Cairos eyes that made it hard for you to read cause it felt like you could see everything in them. Even tho you couldn’t describe it, you could feel it. It made your pulse rising, everything around you felt like it was moving in slow motion. You could hear everyone typing into their keyboards in the classroom, hear how the tip of some pens moved along the papers of the others. It was like her eyes and movements with her fingers where trying to hypnotize you. And you were already deep in it before you could realize it. Heavy you let go of the air you were holding before looking down back at your screen, trying to focus. Trying to write down the tension you felt between the both of you. But then you wondered if Cairo was doing the same. Was she playing the one who supposed to seduce me? The villain in this short story? Was that her way of writing? Was that why she was always the best? You had so many questions and your head felt like exploding any time.

Cairo eventually put the pen down, and started writing as well. In the beginning, she kept looking over to you for any clues that you had noticed what Cairo was doing with her pen. But no matter how hard she kept looking, y/n never reacted. And she wrote that down in her story as well. She wanted the seducing aspect to slowly become more and more obvious. And for you to realize that Cairo was seducing you and not just playing with a pen.

When the class finished they had a fifteen minute pause before they needed to go back and start with the next class. You left immediately, feeling the urge to get some fresh air and sun onto your skin. Your legs were moving by it self, soon you found yourself at the stand by the football field. Cairo felt like following you. But she didn’t want to make it so obvious or seem frustrated. She wanted to keep seducing you… slowly. So she waited just a little bit before following you. But not longer than that, so you wouldn’t get so far. She got up just when you left the classroom. And she quickly followed you with a slight distance, making sure to look like she was doing her own thing. But she was following you. Following what you did, watching you. And hoping it wouldn’t look that obvious cause Cairo began to feel slightly embarrassed. She still couldn’t understand what you did to her but she was following you like a puppy.

When Cairo realized you were heading for the stand in the football field she decided to wait for a moment. After a few seconds you seemed to sat down, you turned your head to the side and met Cairos eyes immediately. “Did I steal your spot?” You asked with a cheeky smile. Cairo laughed, feeling a little nervous now. But also excited. She had followed you and you had totally noticed that. “No you didn’t.” Cairo said. “But you can sit as close to me as you want.” She didn’t want to miss this chance to make you feel wanted when Cairo says down beside you. And she also wanted you to know that she was the one seducing you right now. “Good” you said in a calm way while watching every move of Cairo. It felt incredible to be this close to you, while being all flirty with you. She could feel your body next to hers. And she could see your eyes were watching her in a soft way. She knew you were trying to play it off, but Cairo wanted you to know that she saw through that. And that they were now in the midst of something very special between the two of them.

“We don’t have other classes for the rest of the day” you said and took of your sweater to tie it around your waist. “They said there will be a heat wave and since we’re only counting the days till summer break and our graduation… they decided to let us go” you explained to Cairo after you had read the message in the class group chat.

You felt the sun hitting your exposed skin. there was barely a breeze. You felt like dying because of the heat. But you still were pretty calm and not even sweating. Cairo was a little taken aback by the sudden change of conversation. But she also felt excited by it. You just told her that their day was over and they would go home now? Cairo felt her heart going wild, her body wanting you so badly. She didn’t wanted to go home yet, sh wanted to keep talking to you. But she told herself to calm down, wait and see what you were doing. She didn’t want to get her hopes up yet. But this was looking very promising. “I saw you walking home through the woods over there sometimes… mind if I join you?” You asked while getting up and looking at the wood, right behind the football field.

Cairo was taken completely off guard by your proposition. But she knew exactly what you were suggesting with this. And her body was feeling turned on now. What an exciting situation. “I wouldn’t mind it at all.” She said confidently. She loved the idea of being alone with you while walking through those pretty woods. “I’ll take you to all the most romantic places in those woods.” She said with a smirk.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, trying to hide my slight blush while walking towards the woods with her “Don’t be cheesy”.

Cairo laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed. She was being so obvious, and you knew that. But she didn’t change a thing about her flirt. She kept flirting as they walked through the woods. “Being cheesy is in my nature. I can’t help it. Besides, it’s all true.” She said with a smile on her lips, while she looked at you.

You were looking at her with a slight smile. This was somehow a whole diffrent Cairo than you would have imagined. Back then you always seemed very cold and somehow more of a lone wolf. Minding your own bussines. Then you met her sexy and bold side… right now you were seeing someone who was obviously liking you in some way and was embarrassed of themselves and you loved it.

While going right into the woods you felt slightly relived. The sun wasn’t making you feel like you would die any minute anymore. Instead you both were saved by the shadows of the trees, there was even a slight breeze, making your body cool down a bit. “Do you still smoke?” You asked while watching your steps. “Yeah, I do.” Cairo said, smiling a bit. “I smoke a lot less than before.” She said, looking at you. She could feel you were getting more and more interested in her. Or at least, that was what Cairo hoped was happening. She wanted you to be turned on by her. And she wanted you to want her. So she decided to light another cigarette. She didn’t care if it was bad for her. She just wanted to tease you a bit.

And the moment you sighed Cairo couldn’t help but tried to hold back her grin, knowing it was working. “You really like to annoy me with those cigarettes don’t you?” You said. Cairo smiled slightly and kept smoking her cigarette, the smoke coming out of her mouth in front of your face. “It might be an unconscious need to annoy you.” She said, her smile turning into a seductive smirk. “But maybe it is something deeper….” Cairo teased, looking straight at you and blowing even more smoke out of her mouth. As if to remind you exactly who was in control now.

You closed your eyes the moment shew blew the smoke straight into your face, you waited till it would fade away before opening them again and looking at Cairo. “Is it?” You asked slightly teasing. Cairo nodded and smiled while saying “it defiantly is”. Cairo said, with a little tease in her voice. She felt her body wanting you so much more now. And so she took another drag of her cigarette. Blowing out another big puff of smoke before looking at you. “I know they could. But I like them too much to stop. They make me feel so much better.” Cairo sighed, and she blew more smoke out of her mouth. “And smoking is sexy.” She said with a seductive smile.

You chuckled slight about that statement and looked slightly away when she blew the smoke out, hoping you could avoid it a bit. “For me, it’s just sad” you said quite. Cairo could see that you tried to look at her while avoiding the smoke. But she could see something in your y/e/c eyes when you looked into Cairo’s dark eyes. And she loved that. It made her feel so much more confident as she went on flirting with you. “Why sad?” Cairo said, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “Don’t you like me smoking?” Cairo teased, smiling a bit more. “Don’t you think it’s sexy?”

“It’s sad because the smoking could destroy your nice smile… and beautiful skin… do you want that?” You said a bit mocking, whispering slightly and looking at her with a slight tilted head. Cairo wasn’t too sure what to say in response to this. “No. Of course not.” She said, not entirely sure if she believed herself. She knew it was bad for her. And she knew how you felt about it now. But on the other hand, it was one of her biggest turnons. “But I’m just so used to smoking now.” She said, feeling nervous. “If I were to stop… I don’t know what I would do.” Cairo sighed, feeling your eyes looking at her.

“You can find another addiction. Something that won’t affect your health” you said with a soft smile while letting the beautiful nature around you two sinking in. Everything was covered in ivy and similar plants. The shady woods giving you both safety from the sun and its hot heat.

You had surprised Cairo with that answer. “Another addiction?” Cairo said in a little disbelief. She had no idea what to say in response to that. “Aren’t addictions bad?” She asked, feeling a little confused by your use of words. “Or are you just joking with me?” She said, smiling a bit as she tried to understand your tone. But she also kept looking at you. She still craved you so much. And she still didn’t know what you truly meant by all of this. You smiled wide and took gently the cigarette away from her hand, looking at her friendly “I’ll promise… I won’t destroy this one” you said before answering her question. “Cigarettes are an addiction… my dear” you took a small drag and let the smoke leave your slightly opened mouth while looking down at the ground. You didn’t really answer her question but Cairo was way to distracted to ask another time. She was so incredibly turned on by this, and she was feeling it more and more now. Her body wanted you so much more now. “Please… please no.” She said, a little nervous. “Don’t take it from me. I need it.” She said, in a way she wasn’t entirely proud of. But she was just being honest now. She was starting to feel her addiction taking over, and it wasn’t in her control anymore. She had to have a cigarette.

��Don’t you see how much control those cigarettes have over you?” You whispered low and took another drag, stopped walking. Your eyes were still on the ground when you slowly moved closer and then leaned In towards Cairos head. You tilted your head while Slowly opening your mouth only inches away from Cairos. You waited for her to open her mouth, she immediately happens. You could feel that she was a bit surprised and confused by this. Your lips were almost touching when you let the smoke let go and moving it slightly into Cairos.

Cairo felt so turned on by this. This was the type of seducing she wanted. Winnie was totally right. The whole cigarette thing were your and Cairos thing. She could feel you close to her, feeling your breath it seemed to her like you were cooling her down this torturing heat was really brutal, the woods seemed to save you both but it was still hot. Your lips made Cairo feel uneasy because she remembered how delicious they were. She couldn’t help but lean in more and more. “Can I have it back?” She mumbled, feeling so hot. She wanted y/n to keep flirting with her and to keep making her want you even more. She couldn’t help it. And she wasn’t proud of it at all. But she wanted you. And that feeling was growing more and more every second.

“You sure you want it back?” You whispered and slowly put the cigarette between your lips, holding it in your mouth while looking deep into cairos eyes. Cairo stared at you, feeling her body wanting you to pull her into you and kiss her now. She felt so hot and for sure not because of the heat wave today… she felt like loosing control and just wanted to do anything with you now. “Yes please… please just give it back.” She said, feeling a little ashamed by herself. She couldn’t stop feeling this way. Her body wanted you and she didn’t know what to do about it.

“No” you said quick and smiled slight. The cigarette still between your lips while starting to keep walking down the path in the woods. Hearing some sounds of hoppers while several other bugs were flying around. “Please… I can’t help it. I feel like I’m addicted to you.” Cairo whispered, feeling herself get turned on more and more by this. She felt like one of those needy woman’s she use to write in her inappropriate story’s. She really felt that tight feelings in the lower part of her body while her heart kept pounding against her chest. “I want you in every way possible.” She whispered, not knowing what she was really admitting here. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt you taking complete control over her now. And she felt so aroused by giving you that control. But she also felt so weak. Usually she would be disgusted if the weak mess she was right now but she couldn’t help it. She was on her knees for you. The good thing was that she could hide that pretty good. She tried at least.

You fully turned mid walking and then moved a bit closer to Cairo again. “You’re still talking about the cigarette?” You whispered hoarse putting the cigarette between your fingers while looking at Cairos lips. “Y-Yes.” Cairo mumbled, her body heating up as she felt your body so close to hers now. And her fingers on that cigarette. “I’m talking about the cigarette.” Cairo whispered, feeling her lips so close to you right now. She couldn’t help but melted away. As if all her desires were leading her to this point right now. And those desires were entirely filled with y/n.

“Sure” you whispered with a teasing smile, not believing it at all. “Looks like it’s going to be the last drag…” you whispered and looked at the cigarette between your fingers while Cairos hand was only inches away.

“What are you going to do know?” You asked in a seductive tone that made Cairo feel goosebumps down her shoulders and neck, to make it even worse you took the last drag and held the smoke in your mouth.

“I’ll do anything.” Cairo whispered, closing her eyes while she felt your body close to hers. You were holding the filter of the now empty cigarette and then she felt you blowing the smoke towards Cairo’s mouth now. You were so close… but still you felt somehow so far away. She had to have you now. She wanted to kiss you so bad. But she was afraid of what you would think. She felt so weak right now. But some part in you stopped even caring, you were breaking your mind enough for that girl the last few hours and two days so she leaned in even closer. “Please. Anything.” Cairo whispered, her voice trembling a bit with anticipation.

You tilted your head while you both were getting closer and closer. Your eyes wandering between her eyes, flying over her beautiful freckles and stopping at her lips. Looking so soft… so kissable.

Cairo was just completely lost in her desires right now. And she couldn’t help but move her lips closer and closer to your gorgeous lips. She felt your body and she wanted to kiss you. She hoped y/n wanted her too. “Please.” Cairo whispered with a soft voice, leaning even closer to you now. And she just kept moving her lips even more towards you, waiting for you to move since there wasn’t that much space between the both of you anymore.

Almost out of nowhere you pulled her suddenly closer by her waist and Cairo stumbled slight and that right into your chest. Looking up into your eyes with fear? You weren’t sure about that.

Cairo couldn’t help but stare at you right now, with a little hesitation but so much desire. She felt like kissing you now. “Please give me back the cigarette.” Cairo said, feeling her voice tremble slightly. She wasn’t even sure if she believed herself when she said that. She just wanted to distract herself now. But that desire to kiss you wouldn’t go away. “Give me the cigarette please.” She whispered again softly. What the hell was Cairo saying? She could have slapped herself. Both of you knew that the cigarette was long gone. So why did she not go for it and make it clear that she wanted you to hold her tight while crashing your lips into hers. Biting her lip if you needed to, touch her waist while your other hand would move under her dress.

Cairos pulse was rising, she began to hear her own heartbeat, so why couldn’t she be straight forward?

And then you held your hand up. Showing her the burned down cigarette, if Cairo wanted the taste of the cigarette she needed to kiss you then. Your mouth was closed the whole time. Maybe there was still some smoke left?

Cairo knew what she had to do now. But that didn’t mean it was any easier. She didn’t want to do something that was going to make you think of her as weak or easy. But that didn’t stop her body from being consumed by those desires that wanted to kiss you so desperately. And as she looked at you and your gorgeous face, Cairo couldn’t help but make a bold and rash decision. She leaned in and kissed your lips softly. Her eyes were closed and she was feeling your breath on her lips. Thats when Cairos body began to shake, she felt relieved. Relived to let all that accumulated lust out of her body.

You moved your hand around her neck, letting the burned down cigarette fall and kissed her deeper, opening your mouth so you could release the rest of the smoke into Cairos mouth. Cairo never thought their first ‘real’ kiss would be like this. With your fingers around her neck and the smoke still filling her mouth. It didn’t bother her at all though, just making her feel even more excited about you. Her body was craving you. Everything in her was shaking now. “More…” Cairo whispered while she kept kissing y/n lips softly. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this. How could it feel this good?

“Cigarettes… or me?” You whispered against her lips and then looked deep into her dark eyes, getting lost in them.

That one question made Cairo freeze a moment. It had only been a few seconds now since they had started making out, and you had already blown Cairo’s mind even more. She felt overwhelmed, the way you made her feel was driving her crazy, she literally felt like she was loosing her mind. She didn’t want to just say that cigarettes were nothing, and even less when you kept looking at her with those luring eyes of you. Your hand firm around her neck. “I… think I chose you.” Cairo said softly. “But those cigarettes… I need them.”

Y/n sighed “Almost the right answer my dear” you said pretty monotone with a hint of disappointment? and pulled away slowly. She looked speechless at you when you pulled way and were getting distant. She felt her body suddenly feel less excited when she wasn’t kissing you anymore. But it didn’t make her want you any less. In fact, it made her want you even more now. “What do you mean?” Cairo asked with a slight tremble in her voice. “I said I chose you. What’s wrong with that?”

“And then you said. But those cigarettes… I need them” you repeated her words.

Cairo felt so confused now. She couldn’t believe she had said that. “I… I need them too.” Cairo’s face was heating up now, feeling so embarrassed and hot because of her words. “I said I chose you. Can’t I say that I need the cigarettes too? Is that so wrong to say?” She whispered, suddenly feeling her body turning more desperate and hungry for you. Even though she had chosen you now, that didn’t make the cigarette addiction go away. What was this? Was this some kind game? She was so confused.

You smiled slight and moved closer to Cairos ear “I told you to find a different addiction… Maybe… next time you’ll be wiser. I see you around my dear” you whispered slow and then turned around to leave. Cairo felt her body tense a little with those words. Why did this feel like a threat all of a sudden? She felt her body wanting you so badly now. And it had only felt more and more exciting. And my dear? Oh how you wanted to kiss the hell out of her everytime she called you ‘my dear’ it was defiantly her weakness. Even tho these two words made you feel good, the rest didn’t. She began to feel worried. “Y/n… please. Come back.” Cairo whispered, suddenly feeling so insecure and nervous. She didn’t know what you were doing right now and she had no way of stopping you. “Please… y/n.”

But you were already out if her sight. Disappearing the woods. Cairo was so incredibly confused now. You were really gone just like that? And why did those words make Cairo feel so insecure now? Why did she feel even more hungry for you? It felt wrong… and yet, it felt so good. “Please… come back y/n…” Cairo whispered to herself. She couldn’t imagine you ever leaving her like this. That would almost be like hell. You had an effect on her she didn’t liked to admit, you were different and the most… so special. She couldn’t just disappear like that. Was Cairo getting obsessed with you?

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