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Lessons in Bed | Nico Hischier & Luke Hughes

summary: when luke tells you his ex left him for his skills in bed, it's only right that you and your boyfriend give him a lesson he'd never forget

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving!)

word count: 6.19k

authors note: this is the first time I have written a sub pairing, not entirely sure how i feel about it but it is definetly something that needs improvement so sorry about that... nevertheless this is a threesome that had no help on it and the last time we did that was like our first threesome. dom nico in this was something i could get used to 🤭

Parties at your place always seemed to go off a hit. 

Everyone loved the atmosphere of the apartment as they spoke or drank. The playlist you created was also always just what the environment needed to be perfect. Which is why you were so surprised to see him missing from the group. 

Luke Hughes had been someone you knew from the moment he had moved to New Jersey. Being Nico’s girlfriend meant that you knew all of the guys and oftentimes you were helping them settle in. Which was why you were so surprised when Luke was missing, this had always been more of his scene especially after college. 

Nico could see that your mind looked as if it was anywhere else “you okay schatz?” He called out over the music, letting his mouth hover close to your ear. 

You nodded as you sent him a smile “just looking for Luke.” You responded in the same tone as he took the chance to look “think he is in the kitchen?” Nico remembered seeing him in there when he got you a new drink. 

Nico’s hand went up to hold yours “you want me to come with?” His question made you smile “you don’t have to Neeks.” You shook your head before you planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Of course that meant he was coming with you, interlacing your hand with his before he made his way to the kitchen, always careful to not lose you in the crowd. Just like the captain had predicted, Luke stood in the kitchen staring at his drink. 

It made your lips form a pout “Lukey what are you doing in here?” His head shot up as he placed his phone in his pocket “just thinking.” The words were a blatant lie, clearly highlighted by the way his eyes avoided both you and Nico. 

You dropped Nico’s hand “y’know you can talk to either of us about anything.” Your voice was sweet while you made your way over to the youngest Hughes boy “it’s embarrassing.” Luke shook his head watching you both come further into the kitchen. 

Nico had to admit that he always thought Luke had some kind of crush on you, big or small, he knew it was there “you know we won’t judge you.” He added, crossing his arms “my girlfriend broke up with me.” His words made a soft laugh escape from your lips. 

You placed your hand on his shoulder “baby that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you shook your head letting your lips form a frown “she did it because I wasn’t good in.” Luke let his head dip back to where your bedrooms were. 

It took Nico much longer to figure out what the boy was saying than you “that’s completely normal!” You scoffed knowing that you had a good reason for not liking her “it is?” Luke had this sad look on his face that made you curse his now ex for hurting him like this. 

Nico watched you run your fingers through the Americans hair “yeah like when we first started dating Nico wasn’t the best.” Nico knew all about the ways he needed to improve in the bedroom as you were his first serious relationship, so the lessons from hook ups were going to do him no good “he wasn’t?” Luke couldn’t believe that about his captain, the man who was usually so calm and collected who wore your scratches and hickies like a badge of honour was once bad in bed? 

Nico nodded, pushing his hair out of his face “but my girl turned out to be a damn good teacher and now I know all her spots.” Nico smirked as he leaned against the kitchen counter “you thinking what I’m thinking?” You asked Nico wanting to get his permission to offer it to the younger boy first.

The two of you had agreed that a threesome was something neither one of you was totally against, and in fact it was pretty high on both of your wish lists “Hughesy you promise you can keep this a secret f’me?” Your voice was sickly sweet in his ear as he nodded “promise.” Nico had to smirk at the way the boy was so desperate for your immediate praise. 

It made you smile that he was so responsive “how would you like us to show you how it’s done?” Your offer made him squirm “want to know what it feels like to fuck a girl properly?” Luke couldn’t help it when a moan escaped from his lips. 

You looked down to see that a bulge had formed in his jeans “I’m sorry.” He went to apologise but you and Nico were having none of that “Lukey it is natural.” You shook your head not worrying about it. 

That seemed to calm him down “can you teach me?” He didn’t know who he was really asking as you both nodded “when the party is over why don’t you stay and we can start?” Nico couldn’t help but laugh seeing how the Hughes boy’s face dropped at your words. 

Having to wait for at least an hour seemed like torture to him “Luke trust me.” Nico placed his hand on the boys shoulder “with the way my girl moans you’re gonna want us three to be the only ones here.” The captain explained, not missing how your cheeks turned red hearing his words. 

Luke swore he his heart pounded in his ears as he waited for the party to finish “you know where Luke is?” Jack asked looking down at his phone seeing that the boy had not responded to any of his messages “I am pretty sure he left with some girl.” Nico lied wrapping his arm around your waist. 

He looked to you to back him up “yeah Jack, I am so sorry he told me to tell you but I forgot.” The way you made it so convincing should have made Nico feel bad but it did anything but that “no worries.” Jack sighed pushing his phone back into his pocket. 

The Center sent you both a smile “have a good night.” You and Nico waved him off, feeling like you couldn’t get rid of him quickly enough “you sure you want to do this neeks?” You asked letting the door shut behind you. 

Your question made your boyfriend freeze “I do but only if it is something you’re comfortable with.” He looked to you for reassurance, not wanting to push you into something you didn’t want “I do Nico.” You nodded, pushing onto your tippy toes to kiss him. 

It made Nico smile “and besides watching you teach someone all I’ve taught you is gonna be like really hot.” Your words made him laugh “is that what you’re thinking about tonight?” He asked as your cheeks turned a shade of pink, meaning he was right. 

The captain pulled you into another kiss, wanting a moment just between the two of you before Luke got involved again “behave mister.” You warned feeling Nico’s hand squeeze your ass. 

It made him laugh as he raised his hands in surrender “apologises madam.” Nico teased watching you look for Luke “Luke baby!” You called out watching him walk out of the bathroom. 

His hands were in his hoodie pocket “hi.” His voice was quiet “you ready for this?” You asked him walking up to the boy. 

He didn’t want to admit it but god did you smell amazing “because if you want to leave at any time just say the words and we will end it.” You wanted Luke to know that even if you and Nico were teaching him, he had just as much power as the two of you did. 

Luke nodded “don’t want to go.” His words made you smile “now you said she didn’t like how you were in the bedroom?” You wanted to know where he needed your help, and if it was everywhere then you and Nico were happy to do that. 

The boy looked nervous “this is a safe space.” Nico reiterated the fact that you guys could all trust each other and that the events of the night would not be shared “she didn’t like anything.” Those words made your heart break for him. 

And it was clear that he could see that “can we like not talk about it.” He scratched the back of his neck not wanting sympathy from you as he was just going to feel embarrassed “kiss me.” Luke felt his eyes go wide at your words “c’mon Luke we have to start somewhere.” He nodded dropping his head down as he hit your nose with his. 

It caused a hiss to leave your lips as your eyes screwed shut, if you weren’t meant to be helping him Nico would have laughed “Luke bud you’re going about it all wrong.” Nico clicked his tongue hooking his finger into your jeans belt loop to pull you back to him “first you got to have some direction.” The captain spoke in a duh tone, placing his hands on your cheeks. 

His eyes were always such a warm place to you “and then you can look where you’re going before you get there.” He dropped his head to the point where his lips hovered over yours “some girls love it when you look between their eyes and their lips for a second.” Nico smirked seeing your smile as he was talking about you. 

You nodded “and then you can show her you’re in charge but don’t take her teeth out.” Your words were quiet as Nico kissed you. His tongue dragged across your lower lip, pulling you into a trance that made you whimper when he pulled away. 

It stroked his ego as he turned back to Luke “and don’t forget that you can move your hands around her body as you’re making out.” With that suggestion Nico stepped away, motioning to Luke to step into his place “just relax okay.” You were too good to Nico, Luke swore to himself. 

His hands rested right where Nico’s were before “hi.” He whispered looking at how beautiful you looked this close up. Luke’s lips were rougher than Nico’s as his tongue found its way into your mouth. 

It was a clear improvement as the boy also breathed from his nostrils while he let one hand travel to your ass and the other to your tits. He gave them a squeeze that made you moan, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

Nico almost had to admit that he felt a little jealous seeing you all like that with someone else, he knew your body was responsive so he should have known it would end like this. As you pulled away from Luke his teeth softly tugged at your lower lip “think Lukey boy is a fast learner.” Nico teased the boy, seeing how your eyes were wide staring at the boy. 

Luke saw your frazzled state “should we move you to the bedroom?” Nico asked placing his hand in the back of your neck before he kissed you again. The American had to admit that watching how your boyfriend knew how to elicit the right reaction out of you, was hot. 

You smiled seeing Luke again “yeah.” You nodded taking his hand in yours while Nico lead the way. The room was one Luke had never seen before, always feeling like your bedroom was far too private for him to impose on “you like the place?” You asked running your finger along his jawline. 

Luke nodded “y-yeah.” His breath caught in his throat seeing the mischievous look on your face “so how do you finger a girl?” Nico’s question made you laugh. 

He rolled his eyes “I’m serious schatz we don’t even know if he knows where your clit or where your erogenous zones are.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed proving that Nico had some ground to be right “like with her here her most sensitive zones are behind her ears.” Nico pressed a kiss against the back of your ear before he softly sucked on your earlobe making you moan. 

The captain smirked before he pulled away, making sure that Luke was still watching “her scalp.” His fingers ran through your hair making you squirm in the process “god wait until you get to play with these.” Nico couldn’t help but grunt when he gave your boobs a squeeze. 

Luke watched on in awe “and when I’m eating her out I’ll kiss the back of her knees and all down her thighs making sure she’s ready.” Luke nodded watching you look at Nico “Neeks think we should show him now.” Your words came with you pulling your top off. 

Your red bra complimented your skin “even though you are focusing on my cunt doesn’t mean that you can’t acknowledge my top half too.” You explained as you begin to kiss Luke again, but this time your lips didn’t stay on his for long, wanting to find his own sensitive zones. 

Nico unbuttoned your jeans as you sucked at Luke’s neck, drawing a moan from his lips “think we found it.” You licked your lips, stepping out of your jeans to reveal a matching set of underwear to the bra “fuck.” Luke whimpered letting his eyes screw shut. 

It made you let out a whine “Lukey baby I want you to feel me okay?” You asked taking his hand when he nodded “you feeling how wet I am through these?” You placed his hand against the wet patch on your panties. 

His knees almost buckled at the feeling when his eyes shot open “schatz stop teasing him and let him have a taste.” Nico’s words made you pout. But still you listened to your boyfriend and lay on the bed for both boys to see “why don’t you take her bra off?” Nico motioned to Luke to join you on the bed. 

It made the boy look to you like he was asking for your permission “I don’t bite.” You giggled seeing Nico raise his eyebrows, oh you definitely do. Luke brought his hand up behind you and unsnapped the bra with ease catching both you and Nico by surprise “did I do something wrong?” Luke grew nervous as he looked between the two of you. 

You shook your head, letting the bra fall to the bed “not many guys can do that with such ease.” You confessed going to kiss him again “schatz if you keep on kissing him he isn’t going to learn anything.” Nico teased you as he sat on the bench of your vanity watching the scenario unfold in front of him. 

Luke kissed at your shoulder “thought I was just being used to teach him.” You shot back sending him an amused grin as your fingers tugged at Luke’s curls “don’t start something you aren’t ready to keep up.” Nico warned getting up as he wasn’t going to let you be a brat. 

You smirked watching him look at Luke “c’mere Hughes she wants her pussy fucked.” The words made you press your legs together as Nico forced them open again “get her panties off.” Nico ordered making Luke nod. 

He followed the orders, slotting in between your legs “can you lift?” Luke asked making you push your thighs into the air so that he could take your panties off “shit.” The boy let out a low whistle finally pulling them off of your feet. 

Nico smirked at the sight that he loved so much “you want to show us what you normally do?” The captain sat on your side of the bed. Luke got himself comfortable between your legs while he went to spit on his fingers “why don’t you get her to do that?”Nico motioned to you as it always made you horny. 

Luke looked to you as you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around his fingers “fuck.” The Hughes boy let out a grunt feeling your tongue swirl around his digits “now start out easy with two.” Luke watched how your eyes screwed shut feeling his fingers thrust into your cunt. 

Your cunt stretched against his fingers “you want to get her ready so do this.” Nico did this scissoring motion with his fingers when he sat behind you. Your back rested against his chest “shit.” You moaned showing Luke that he was doing the right thing. 

You let your hips meet his thrusts “play with her clit.” Nico brushed your hair out of your face before he kissed at your neck. 

His eyes watched the Hughes boy totally miss your clit “you see this?” Nico asked taking his thumb as he rubbed against your sensitive bud, your head pressed against his shoulder as your boyfriend hit the right spot “if you’re just fingering her you want to do it like this.” Nico kissed your ear heading your breathing grow heavy. 

Your skin grew warm seeing two boys play with your cunt “but if you’re fucking her.” You watched Nico move his focus to the pads of his fingers on your clit which more pace “wanna try?” Your chest heaved using all of your energy to look at Luke. 

He nodded using his thumb like the older boy had “ain’t he a good listener?” Nico cooed watching how your hands tried to reach for your breasts, desperate to play with your sensitive peaks “Lukey think it’s time you use something different to make her feel good.” Nico’s suggestion came as he held your hands, stopping you from playing with your breasts. 

Luke watched the captain as he knew the suggestion came with some logic as you started to appear as if you were close. So Luke listened he retracted his fingers from your cunt watching in awe as he saw how your cunt glistened. 

You whimpered at the loss of contact “schatz don’t be a brat or else you won’t cum tonight.” The younger boy was surprised that someone could have the power over someone else, to have the ability to withhold a human reaction. 

Nico pulled away from behind you, setting you back flat on the bed “I love you.” He pressed his lips against your shoulder before he turned his attention to Luke “you gotta go gentle first.” His voice soothed you. 

You ran your fingers up your skin “please Lukey.” You begged, wishing that the boy would hurry up “baby be patience for him.” Nico clicked his tongue reminding you that tonight was meant to be for you to teach Luke, tomorrow Nico could have you screaming until your throat felt raw if you wanted it. 

Luke took this deep breath as if it was going to sooth his nerves. His head hovered over your cunt “uh uh Luke.” Nico shook his head, stopping the boy in the process “having sex isn’t just about fucking her pussy remember?” The captain ran his fingers along the inside of your thighs making you squirm. 

The Hughes boy nodded remembering about what you told him in the living room “there we go.” Nico smiled watching Luke kiss at the inside of your thighs. 

For someone who didn’t know what he was doing, he was methodical. Luke seemed to kiss you in the way that he divided his attention equally between your thighs, always hovering just close enough to your cunt that you swore he was finally going to start, but he never did. His eyes studied yours as he finally stopped “please Luke.” You begged feeling him place an open mouthed kiss on your cunt. 

It made you grip at the sheet beneath you “occasionally focus on fucking her with your tongue too.” The suggestion was ignored by the boy as he brought his fingers that he had used to now focus on your weeping hole “fuck baby.” You moaned looking at Nico who couldn’t help but smile. 

Luke found himself settling into a perfect rhythm, occasionally looking back up at you “please Lukey.” You begged wanting more as he inserted another finger into your cunt “this greedy slut likes it when you do this.” Nico showed the boy how to turn his fingers into this come hither motion to get deeper into your cunt. 

The Hughes boy sent him what was only a glance before he listened, turning his attention to you in order to ensure it was working. His fingers grazed your g-spot, causing your body to jolt “there we go Lukey boy.” Nico praised the boy making Luke moan. 

Luke almost slotted into the motions, bringing his free hand up to cup your breast. His fingers rolled your nipple between them, tugging at the peak “don’t stop.” You shook your head feeling your thighs begin to shake “she’s gonna finish and you want that right?” Nico pushed Luke with the encouragement that it worked like a wildfire. 

His lips sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud “fuck yeah.” Luke spoke against your cunt sending shivers through your body “c’mon schatz let him see what it’s like to have a pretty girl cum on your tongue.” Nico cooed drawing circles on your shoulder with his thumb. 

Luke didn’t relent, letting your moans bounce off of the walls making him feel like a moth to a flame “shit Lukey please don’t stop.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body shook “right there a-a-ahhh.” Your eyes screwed shut when your cunt clenched around his fingers while your body spasmed. 

White specks cast over the black that your eyelids brought upon you “oh god oh god!” You chanted as Luke helped you ride through your orgasm. But then it turned into him just being hungry, as he continued to lap at your release “no Lukey.” You tugged at his hair, wanting to pull him off of you. 

He let you kiss him, tasting your sweet release on his tongue made you feel lightheaded bringing him back onto you as you lay on the bed felling his boner that his shorts did little to hide, graze against your cunt “shit.” You gasped feeling your eyes widen. 

Luke laughed against your shoulder, echoing your same emotions “doll why don’t you thank him for treating ya?” Nico’s words made you nod. You rolled out from under the boy as you patted the bed for him “sit.” You ordered him. 

The boy obliged seeing the hunger in your eyes “you gonna let me taste ya?” You asked running your hand over the material of his shorts “please.” Luke whimpered, feeling his cock push to your hand. 

Nico remembered what it was like to be in that position because you had this power to turn him into putty, and that’s what caused him to raise a smack to your ass “ah!” You whimpered almost jumping out of your skin at the sensation “don’t be mean and tease him schatz.” The captain clicked his tongue sending you an unimpressed look. 

It made you frown turning to him with a pout “fine.” You huffed reaching for the waistband of Luke’s shorts “gonna lift up for me pretty boy?” You asked causing him to push his hips up into the air, allowing you to tug at his shorts bringing them down with his boxers. 

His cock ached for some attention, for you “god.” He moaned watching you run your thumb over the swollen head. The precum oozed out of it working as some kind of shitty variation of lube. You let your eyes lock onto his as you pooled your saliva in your mouth before you let it drop into his cock. 

Luke swore he was dreaming as he watched you do these little kitten licks against his cock. Nico stood behind you dropping his pants as he pumped his cock once and then a second time “you gonna let him fuck your mouth while I fuck your cunt maus?” You moaned at the thought when you nodded. 

Nico dragged the head of his cock along your slit wanting to not let his teammate get all of the fun that you could give “shit schatz.” Nico moaned feeling your cunt hug his cock, your walls stretching to accommodate him. 

As a moan went to escape from your lips you let your lips wrap around Luke’s cock. The warmth your mouth provided made Luke almost fall forward “yeah dude she sucks dick like a slut.” Nico laughed watching your hand massage Luke’s balls. 

Your cunt squelched as your previous orgasm was more than enough in terms of lube for Nico’s cock to throb with some thrusts “but that is what you love, huh?” Nico taunted you, as the feeling of your cunt clenching around him was not something that he failed to miss. Your words of agreement were muffled, but when your head bobbed with Lukes’s cock hitting your throat, it was clear what you were thinking “cap if she was mine I wouldn’t share.” Luke almost didn’t realise the line he walked on, he was dangerously close to pissing Nico off if he continued saying shit like this then Nico was more than likely going to take it out on your cunt. 

And you could already feel him doing it; his fingers pinched at your thighs “part of having a girl.” Nico grumbled, watching Luke grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail “is knowing when to listen.” Nico would never have dreamed of offering this to Luke, but you did, and Nico couldn’t say no to you.

You moaned wanting to let out a giggle if it had been a more appropriate time “glad you did.” Luke confessed, watching you look up at him through your now ruined mascara “good teachers.” He felt your throat gag around his cock making him grunt. The moment of silence made Nico smirk, finally having the boy shut up was the real stroke to his ego.

Luke squirmed beneath your touch, feeling your cheeks hollow out with your tongue swirling around the underside of his cock.

Nico thrust into you with such pace that the sound of your skin slapping against his echoed throughout the apartment, you were sure of it “fuck Neeks.” You let your lips pop from Lukes cock, quickly replacing your mouth with your hand “you wanna cum sweet girl?” He didn’t even need to wait for you to answer before he moved his hand to rub against your clit “please.” You begged feeling your legs begin to shake as Nico had to also keep you from collapsing.

You continued to focus on fucking the younger boys cock in your hand “thrust your hips baby.” You cooed sending Luke a nod “I-i can’t.” Luke shook his head, not sure if he had the energy to complete the task. 

Nico hissed feeling you clench around his cock, almost making him forget how to breathe “when you get told to do something Luke, you do it no?” Nico used his captains tone that made you rest your head on Luke’s thigh “schatz look at him when he finally behaves.” He made you pull your head off of Luke’s thigh as his fingers tugged at your hair.

Luke watched your eyes open as he saw how Nico held you up with his hands in your hand. He felt overcome by pleasure, just needed that little bit more as he begun to push his hips into your hand. 

Nico nodded with a grunt as his tongue ran across his teeth “ain’t he a good boy schatz.” You let out this harsh whimper “such a good boy.” Your coos sent Luke over the edge causing sticky ropes of his release to shoot into your hand. 

Tears formed in his waterline “please.” Luke shook his head, not sure that he could take much more, thinking that he was already feeling hard again “you want her to cum?” Nico quizzed the boy who nodded. 

Luke could see the desperation on your face “tell her that.” The captain ordered his teammate “fuck doll.” Luke coughed feeling your hand finally slow on his cock. 

The Hughes boy had to think about his words “wanna see you make a mess okay?” Your tits throbbed as your cunt clenched hearing those words “you think that you can do that f’me?” Luke used his fingers to roll your nipples between them, causing your moans to sound like music in your ears.

Nico didn’t know how much longer he could take “c’mon liebling, show him how pretty you look when you cum on a cock.” Those words sent you over the edge 

Your eyes screwed shut as your head dropped when Nico let your hair go “fucking hell.” As you came around his cock it caused his own orgasm to come on “just like that.” Nico bit down on his lower lip as his head fell back, slowing his thrusts down before he pulled his cock out. 

The captain rubbed his thumb in these soft circles against the hip, watching how his release oozed out of your cunt. Trickling down your slit to your clit “you got one more in ya?” It was the first coherent sentences that you could form in a while “me?” Luke asked blinking heavily. 

Nico let out a snort as he turned your head so he could kiss you “I sure as shit know she wasn’t talking to me.” Nico pointed out, knowing that he could last for at least three rounds “schatz show him how good this cunt feels.” The captain stared at Luke as he cupped your pussy. 

Luke felt his mouth water at the sight of you letting out another moan “I don’t think I can fuck you.” The boy shook his head feeling like his legs were jelly “who said I couldn’t ride ya?” You tapped his legs motioning to him to set his legs straight. 

His eyes shut as the image became too strong in his mind “you can say no Lukey.” You reminded him of his rights as you sat on your heels in front of him “no I want to.” He was quick to shake his head, sending you a smile. 

You nodded, watching him pull you onto his lap. His legs pushed you up “you sure?” Nico had to smile from the corner of your bed where he sat, hearing how you were still making sure that he was comfortable “yeah I am.” Luke took the chance to kiss you. 

His tongue past your lips making you mewl at the contact. Your hand found its way between the two of you “off.” You tugged at his hoodie now wanting him naked too. 

Luke listened, letting your hands do the work as you brought it up to his chest before you pulled away, “just taking it off.” You smirked hearing him whimper at the loss of contact. 

His cheeks turned red, feeling grateful that his hoodie being pulled off of his head did a lot to hide the initial warmth that spread to his cheeks “such a pretty boy.” You cooed letting a grin form on your lips as you drank in the sight of his now messy curls. 

Your hand went back down between the two of you so you could grab his cock, your hands were delicate, softly palming him “please.” Luke rested his head against your headboard, feeling you lazily drive the head of his cock across your slit. Nico began to palm at himself, enjoying the view from behind “fuck him schatzi.” Nico clicked his tongue, growing irritated at the teasing.

You sank onto his cock letting your nails tense around his shoulders, he wasn’t as thick as Nico but Luke’s cock made your cunt hug his walls differently “move please.” Luke softened his grip around your hips “such a polite boy.” You nodded, slowly moving your hips seeing his eyes look back at you. 

He studied your face, noticing every little beauty spot and imperfection that made you, well, you. It made him smile when he realised that your eyes had been locked on his “you feel yourself?” You asked bringing his hand onto your lower stomach and making him press his into your skin. 

Luke was more impressed that he could get that deep than anything else “shit you’re perfect.” The compliment made Nico nod, agreeing that the boy was indeed not stupid “I am gonna fuck you now okay?” You asked the boy, bringing your legs to either side of him so that you could properly work yourself on his cock, knowing that you were not going to last for long. 

And judging by how he watched you like a cat who found a warm spot on a winter day, Luke was excited for you to continue. Your one hand rested on his thigh behind you as the other gripped at his shoulder while you brought your cunt up and down his cock. Careful to never fully pull off of him before you slammed back down feeling his crotch graze against your clit. 

The movement was steady making Nico feel a little jealous that it wasn’t him beneath you “fuck you feel so good.” You moaned not sure of how much longer you could last. 

His cock throbbed against your cunts gummy walls, hearing the sound of your skin hitting his causing his forehead to turn slick with sweat. His eyes watched your breasts bounce with every thrust you had on his cock. 

Luke was desperate to feel more of you “kissy?” He whined making you smile. You brought your hand up the side of his neck to his curls “so sweet when you talk so nice.” You praised him as you tugged at his hair. 

The feeling made the boy moan, pursing his lips to kiss you “such a good boy.” You cooed as you finally gave him what he wanted. 

Your lips were soft against his, making him grunt while he sucked at your lower lip “shit schatzi keep on doing you.” Nico felt his eyes screw shut as his cock oozed his sticky release in his hand “you see how much Neeks likes this?” You pulled away from the boy allowing him to see your swollen lips. 

Luke nodded feeling close to tears as his brain was on fire “like it too.” Luke looked down to see how your pussy looked fucking his cock. 

Your release that had mixed with Nico’s creamed around his cock “play with those tits.” Nico ordered making you nod as it was what you were desperate to feel.

His tongue swirled around you nipple while he fondled the other tit “fuck baby you wanna cum inside?” You were on the pill and at that moment not thinking about STDs “god yes.” Luke moaned against your boob causing the vibrations against your skin to go straight to your core. 

Your fingers strummed against your clit like you were playing the guitar, not sure if you were still helping him or if you were now using him for your orgasm “fuck doll right there.” Luke let out a grunt feeling your thrusts grow irregular making your body thrash around on him. 

His warm release painted the walls of your cunt, bringing your own orgasm on. You chanted his name from your lips, making it sound angelic as your cunt clenched around him, gushing on his cock. Your head fell forward when he let your boob go, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder. A whimper escaped your lips when you accidentally moved, feeling him still inside of you “you okay?” Lukes voice was soft, watching you use what energy you had to pick yourself off of his cock before you collapsed next to him. 

This was always Nico’s favourite part of the night, seeing you almost too fucked to speak, “I’ll get your bath ready.” Nico chuckled as he got up, squeezing your ankle “her bath?” Luke looked between you both as he was back to being confused. 

Nico rolled his eyes, starting to realise why the boy was having girl issues “now it’s time for your next lesson.” Nico motioned to Luke to follow him as Nico picked you up to bring you to go pee “aftercare and the importance of it.” Nico’s voice soothed you, it made your eyelids feel heavy when you rested your head against your boyfriend’s chest while Luke shut the door behind the three of you. 

Clearly, their night wasn’t over, but it wasn’t where the story ended either.

Luke felt his head hit the wall behind him “s-s-shit!” He moaned feeling his eyes screwed shut as he squeezed his hand around his cock continuing to thrust into his palm at a strong pace edging his orgasm. 

Jack walked into the apartment, still surprised that Luke didn’t come with him to the morning skate as he wasn’t the usual Hughes brother to skip it “fuck oh don’t stop y/n!” The moan came from Luke’s lips as he reached his high making Jack freeze where he stood by the door.

Did his younger brother have a crush on his captain’s soon-to-be fiancée?

[bunny-jpeg]

hiii first I would like to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do smth with Lando. This is quite a long order so you can pick and chose what you would like.

dark hot chocolate

milkshake

a vodka shot

spicy upside down cake

crème caramel

hot cross buns

bakery menu

thank you so much for the order! i've been really getting back into doing these bakery orders, so it's been fun working through the requests i've gotten! i always love doing a good lando fic, the fans i get in my inbox always have some of the most creative prompts i've ever seen so thank you! i hope you love this!

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught." + crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" + hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." + dark hot chocolate: sub!reader + milkshake: size kink + a vodka shot: rough sex served by lando norris (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, rough sex, size kink, sub!reader, semi-public sex, brattiness, dirty talk & degrading language, filthy (!!)

lando norris loved a good brat. he loved when a girl thought she could snap at him. it was cute, and it got him hard. cute things with pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes, crossed arms that framed perfect, fat tits. drew him in and made his jeans tight.

nothing like fucking a brat back into submission.

so after being put through the ringer in silverstone, lando couldn't help himself. especially when you said his favourite word in a venomous tone, "no."

you ended up in his driver's room with his hands up the back of your t-shirt and he near slammed the door with his foot. he was moving you like a puppet. you weren't going anywhere too far, too fast. he kissed the nape of your neck and loved the feeling of his hands on your soft skin.

"oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" he teased as he rubbed the front of his jeans up against your behind, "tell me no and then expect to skitter off. you wouldn't get far and you know that. should've chased you through the garage and fucked that pretty pussy of yours over my car. rub those tits of your raw up against it." he was panting already, turned on by how deep his want was for you.

"lando." you whined and you ended up over the couch. your cheek almost pressed against the wall behind it. your knees on the cushion and your round behind on display for him. you crumbled so easily, it was cute.

lando licked his lips and admired you. the shape of you, the feel of you, how hot your skin got when you were turned on. made his cock throb in his jeans. he didn't take him the victory this weekend, but he was going to take your pussy. which was almost as good as a trophy.

"get undressed or else you'll be leaving for the car in a lot less clothes." he remarked, "but i'd be you love that, huh? bare tits out across the paddock, covered in my bite marks. because you're just a little slut aren't you?"he noticed you covering your face with your hands, "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." he then grabbed your roughly and got your ass on the cushion your legs spread open as you forced yourself to hold onto the couch.

you looked beautiful.

"strip or it becomes shreds." lando said as he grasped his cock through his jeans, "and don't hide your face, got it?" he was dominating, putting you in your place. and it made you heavily aroused. and he knew it. he knew that you were a sick puppy that way.

you quickly got out of all of your clothes, you were left naked. lando preferred when you were naked, even in cases where you could be easily caught. he was certain that if someone caught sight of your bare tits while you rode him, you'd cum on the spot. dirty girl.

lando kept most of his clothes on, didn't need his round ass to be on the cover of most major sports papers tomorrow. he crowded in your space and braced his hands over the top of the couch, on either side of your head. he watched you swallow and he grinned like a wolf. "pretty little thing." he said, "see, things are much easier when you drop the bratty-act."

"i thought you loved a challenge." you remarked as you looked at him with a cute little wink. it only pulled lando in and he stroked his cock at the sight of your cute figure. you really were something else. naked on the couch, your breasts and cunt on full display for him. and yet, you remain defiant.

"i do, but i also love girls who know when to shut up and take it." he sank his cock into you. you let out a sweet moan and he chuckled lowly, "let's play a game: don't get caught. think you can do that? keep that whore mouth quiet while i fuck you?" he pushed to the base and shakily exhaled. he felt a stir in his gut while he admired you.

you felt hot all over a she started to move against you. your body didn't feel like your own, you were under lando's spell as he fucked you. you tensed up around him as you kept your legs open for him. there was something that ran hot through you. it wasn't fair, he made you a panting dog for him.

"a real bitch in heat, huh?" he chuckled lowly as he continued to move against you. he pressed into you harder, "pretty eye though, gotta keep them interested somehow. or else they'll hit and leave." he continued to move against you. his thrusts made you see stars. who allowed for him to be this hot. this painfully good at making you moan.

you let out a whine and he gave you a firm pat on the cheek, he'd never harm you. he'd just make his presence known, after all he was your boyfriend, your love, your dominant in your life. he was rough, but not abusive. he made you squirm and enjoyed the feeling of you under him. on the stupid couch they gave him, fucking tomorrow out of you.

there was something about him. the way he carried himself, the way he moved through your space. he wasn't like others, he was like no man you had been with before. he made you pant. whine and more of all, cum at the feeling of his cock inside of you. he could work with what he had and it often made you moaning with heated pleasure.

he looked at you, he kept his eyes on you as he fucked up into you. he held onto the couch while he thrusted up into you. he kept his expressions under control while your face displayed all the feelings of pleasure he was giving you. he loved how you looked, he made you feel heaven, why not enjoy it too?

"please, lando. fuck, i love you."

"and i love you, baby. look at you, you take my cock like a champ. can you believe it? i guess you put your money where your mouth is, silly little slut." he licked his lips as he continued to move against you. his thrusts were heavy and they left a certain cloudiness in his brain as he fucked the daylights out of you. you were a slut for him and he loved that, he loved that he could bend, twist and fuck you however he saw fit. it was a good feeling in his soul as he rutted against you.

he knew that you loved him, you loved him as deep as veins ran deep in the body. he knew you were needy for him, you yearned for his heavy cock inside of you. his breathing was heavy in your ear as eh moved against you, the feel was overwhelming and you tried so hard to keep quiet. you didn't want to be the front page tomorrow because your boyfriend decided to fuck you until you saw stars.

"that's it, baby." he said as he thrusted up into you, "you feel amazing. all mine, who let you feel this good. you got a pussy most would die for." his pace continued, "i need you beautiful, always in my heart as i ruin your fucking pussy." his words were heated as he fucked you. there was little time for tenderness as he ravaged you.

you kept your tone quiet as you held onto him, letting him fuck your sweet cunt. it was hard to keep quiet with the pace so quick and so erotic that it left your core quivering for him. you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"gonna behave for me now, be a good girl for me?" he asked as he held your throat. he didn't choke you, he held you so you'd keep your eyes on him. as he continued to rut against you, the feeling was hot, the weight of his hand against you as he made your core flutter around him.

you nodded dumbly, not much else to say as he fucked you with a heated want. you reached out for him and clung to his t-shirt while you climaxed around his cock. you squeezed around him, eyes shut and held onto him tightly. he continued to fuck you, he fucked you through you orgasm and only grinned at the blissed out expression you had. you looked like a total dream, even in the heat of climax. he kissed your neck and fucked you roughly.

he was in total control and he felt the fire in his core as he moved against you. your wetness stained the front of his jeans, which only spurred him on to make you a panting, whiny mess. he eventually shut you up with a heated kiss and kept you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

he was going to fuck the brattiness out of you, and with a few more heavy strokes of his hips he finished inside of you. he watched your eyes flutter close for a moment before you loosely held onto him. it was erotic to see you in a state of total bliss as he came. you two fit together beautifully and lando couldn't help but kiss your neck as he moved against you slower and let himself feel your entire body.

hands trailed across your sides before he held you hips tightly and pulled out of your cunt. he looked at you and exhaled deeply against your neck, "beautiful." he said with much more tenderness.

he looked at his soft cock and then to you. he then asked as he admired your messy expression. you were all blissed out from him. he patted your thigh and said, "now be a good girl and get dressed. you can louder in the hotel." <3

[satellite-evans]

Hi! Could I please request a one shot where Harry is sick maybe during tour and his gf has to take care of him? Thank you! I love your writing!

a/n: thank you so much for liking my work, it truly means a lot! it's a little short but I still hope you'll like it <3

sick on tour

The hotel room is quiet except for the noise of the air conditioning and the occasional sniffle from the lump of blankets curled up in the middle of the king-sized bed. The curtains are drawn, shielding the bright city lights outside from intruding on the peaceful, dimly lit space. Harry has always liked his hotel rooms cozy—candles on the nightstand, his favorite hoodie draped over the chair, and the softest pillows he could find. But tonight, none of it seems to bring him comfort.

You stand at the edge of the mattress, arms crossed, watching Harry sulk into his pillow. His curls are a mess, sticking to his slightly damp forehead, his nose a little pink from the fever, and yet—despite looking absolutely miserable—he’s still trying to convince you he’s fine.

“I can do the show,” he rasps, voice hoarse and scratchy. He attempts to prop himself up on his elbows, but the movement sends him into a fit of coughing. You sigh and press a hand to his chest, gently urging him back down.

“Baby, no. You can barely sit up.”

He frowns, brows knitting together like a petulant child. “S’just a little cold.”

“You have a fever, a sore throat, and you sound like you swallowed sandpaper,” you point out, smoothing your fingers over his clammy forehead. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Harry grumbles something incoherent and burrows further into the pillows. You can tell he hates this—hates being taken care of, hates being seen as anything less than strong. But the thing is, to you, he’s always strong. Even now, curled up in a nest of tissues and blankets, he’s still the man you love more than anything.

Tour has been brutal on him lately. Night after night of performing, giving his all to the crowds that adore him, leaving every ounce of himself on that stage. He never complains—not about the exhaustion, not about the jet lag, not about the toll it takes on his body. But you see it in the way his shoulders slump when he thinks no one is looking, the way his voice is a little more raw each morning, the way he clings to you just a little tighter when he finally collapses into bed at the end of the night.

“I can’t cancel, though,” he whispers after a long moment, his voice laced with guilt. “They’ve probably spent so much money—flights, hotels, tickets, clothes and waited months just to see me. I can’t let them down, I just can't.”

You soften, understanding where his frustration is coming from. Harry has always carried the weight of his fans' happiness on his shoulders, always put them first. It’s one of the many reasons you love him—but right now, he needs to put himself first.

You take his hand in yours, rubbing slow, comforting circles over his knuckles. “Harry, sweetheart, I already spoke to Jeff. He and the team handled everything. They put out a statement, rescheduled the show, and made sure the fans know how much you care about them Not that they need a statement anyway. They know how much you love them.”

His brows furrow. “You—”

“I took care of it,” you interrupt gently. “So you don’t have to worry, okay? The fans love you, but they love you healthy and not sticky. You can’t give them the show they deserve if you push yourself too hard now. That is not what they deserve.”

Harry lets out a slow breath, his tense shoulders easing just a fraction. He still looks guilty, but there’s also relief in his tired eyes. “You really talked to Jeff?”

You nod. “Of course. Your health comes first, baby. Now please let me take care of you."

You slip out of the room quietly and return with a damp cloth, gently dabbing it against his forehead. The coolness makes him sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing under your touch. Then, you hold up a spoonful of honey-laced tea to his lips. He scrunches his nose but accepts it, swallowing with a soft grimace.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice slightly clearer now.

You smile and brush your fingers over his cheek. “Of course, my love.”

After making sure he’s warm enough, you reach for the small bowl of soup on the nightstand that you kindly asked form the hotel staff. “Just a little, H. You need something in your stomach other than medicine.”

"The fans would've probably ask for me to sing medicine tonight but they can't because I need it. The irony." He said, trying to lighten the room up with a joke but cough wave that crushed him once again.

"Drink Harry." You said sternly.

He looks at you like he wants to argue, but he knows better. You lift the spoon to his lips, and after a moment’s hesitation, he leans forward and takes a bite. A small, content sigh escapes him, and you can’t help but grin.

“You’re good at this,” he mutters, sleep beginning to weigh heavy on him.

“I'm just good at loving you lovie,” you reply simply, brushing back his curls as he lets his eyes drift shut.

His fingers reach for yours under the blanket, giving them a weak squeeze. “Love you more.”

You sit beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his fever-warmed temple. “Just rest, my love. I’ve got you.”

And with the way he sighs, relaxing into your touch, you know he believes you.

Tomorrow, he’ll probably try to argue again. Try to tell you he feels fine, that he’s ready to get back out there, to put on another show. But for tonight, he’s yours to take care of. And you wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

[thebluediner]

part I

from the moment someone enters the mansion they are immediately hit with the smell of weed and the smoke. the house was lit with disco lights and some neon club lights. the house vibrated along with the bass of the music coming from the speakers. the scene was set out like a highschool party exactly like you wanted it too.

the house was located in beverley hills. the place of rich kids and nepo babies. but you weren't any of those. yes, you were rich and had some fame from your older sister charlotte, who everybody knows as charli xcx, but you were also a dj and producer . a good one at that. so the party was filled with those exact people. there were celebritues , influencers and groupies all in the same setting.

if people thought charli was wild and crazy they haven't met you at all. you were worse and really didn't even try to give any fucks. it was your birthday today and you went all out since it was your big 21.

billie, finneas and claudia made their way through the crowd of bodies and the bars filled with people taking shots and hitting on each other. their eyes eyed the group in awe and admiration of the place.

sooner or later they started coming across people they knew from the industry. they were dabbing each other up and greeting each other and if they could even hear each other they started catching up.

billie excused herself from the conversation. she was out to find charli. ever since their collab with guess they've been really good friends so much so that she was the one who even invited her here.

when billie caught eye of charli next to the booth of a dj she later realised was her fiance she headed towards them. a bunch of screams and hugs later billie was happily laughing and talking to charli.

that was when you came up to charli immediately grabbing her and embracing her in your arms and wailing about how much you love her and her fiance. you had no idea billie was even there until your sister directed your eyes her way.

you never really met billie in person no matter how many after parties you attended you just never crossed paths. you're eyes raked over her figure noticing and admiring her style. she was your type and you didn't need any more time to admit that.

"happy birthday heard you're twenty one now" billie spoke over the music reaching in closer. you smiled at her taking off your shades and leaving them up in your hair.

"and I heard you're only two years older than me...I like older women you know " you shamelessly confesee making charli burst out in laughter.

"excuse her she's high and drunk " she excuses you but the way billie looked at you told you everything you needed to know.

she had a smile playing on her lips. she was already considering you and you had to make a move while the thought still wandered around her mind.

"I'd say it even if I was sober " you lean in closer whispering it to her to make sure she hears you.

and she did. her nod along with the way her eyes checked you out confirmed everything.

"any birthday present for me " was all you had to say to solidify getting her. after all you were the birthday girl you should have anything you want right?

[kcsplace]

Aboard the carrier, a perfectly fine let me be delusional Ice heard first Mav and then Bradley be shot down. In the space of two minutes his husband and son were gone.

Despite the crowd in the room, he'd never felt more alone.

He stared blindly at a screen showing the remaining Daggers returning to safety, the activity around him a low level drone as he focused on breathing, on remembering how to draw in air in a world without Pete.

Tried to remember how to want to.

He'd long since forgotten how to exist without the other man. He'd spent more time on earth with Mav at his side, with the ferocity of his love beating in his chest than he ever had without him.

How was he supposed to go back to that rigid pre-Mav black and white world when he'd spent decades drenched in colour? Why had he survived round after round of chemo and radiation and endured the sickness, fought his way back to health only for everything to be ripped from him like this?

It was only when he collapsed onto the chair behind him that he noticed the reports coming in about about flurries of activity on the ground, saw the bandits on radar wheeling away from the destroyed base where they'd been circling since the attack and begun to fly towards the water.

But not heading South to follow the path the Daggers had taken before they'd landed back on the carrier safely. The bandits were hunting something else.

Someone else.

"Maverick "

It was more exhale than name, but it was enough to catch Hondo's attention.

"Sir?"

"Maverick." Stronger this time, as strong as the surgeries ever allowed anymore.

"I know, Sir, I'm so sor-"

"no! Look!" He jabbed his finger at the radar screen, at the two dots closing on a third, moving into what Ice's experienced eye immediately recognized to be threatening, even as only blips on a radar screen.

"They're tracking the Daggers-"

"No. Not on that path they're not. And look." He thrust the printouts at Hondo, pointing to the reports of increased manpower headed into the woods, away from the facility.

"they're searching. My guess? They saw parachutes, and only one man is capable of pissing people off like this."

"...He's...he's alive?"

"he's alive" Ice confirmed, and sweet air rushed into his lungs again.

[clairedaring]

brb. currently screaming at the DETAILS of gelboys ep 1

(SOURCE © @virtualtadpole)

text version under the cut for readers' accessibility

I'll leave the raving about Boss and his team's meticulous craftsmanship to u/ThoughtsAllDay and others, but man, there's so much detail packed in here, I had to take notes. Which wasn't easy while watching on iQiyi without VIP, as each time you inadvertently scroll back past an ad insertion point it forces you to sit through another minute of unskippable ads that just ended five seconds ago. Anyway, some thoughts:

The biggest question I had from the series reveal was whether it's going to be one of those works that could generate endless discussions of "Is this a BL?" And so far it sure looks like one of those works. This first episode is the sliciest a slice-of-life teen drama could conceivably be. Or maybe it just feels that way because it's so different, due to the fact that...

The entire series being shot on iPhone (though they just say "phone" because Apple isn't paying them) gives the whole thing such an indie guerrilla film vibe, which is interesting to say the least. The unrestrained depth of field, the sound design picking up on every little jingling of the charms and chains the boys have on their bags, result in this raw, artsy feel that is almost jarring compared to conventional production values.

The open environment alone sounds like a continuity nightmare, though not having paid much attention to the people and cars in the background, I didn't noticed anything egregious.

The opening toilet shot was... a choice.

The song Fourmod's mother plays in the beginning is เด็กมีปัญหา (Dek Mi Panha) by, of course, Four-Mod. It's one of the biggest early hits from the Kamikaze teen-oriented record label. Faye Fang Kaew is another of the label's first groups. You can tell their mother is a huge fan. (By the way, the iQiyi subtitles spelling Fourmod's name after his Instagram handle is really annoying. Hope they drop it soon.)

Fourmod said "this term" when asking to take the BTS, so it's probably the start of the second semester, i.e. November. Senanikhom Station opened in December 2019, while the entire northern extension opened in December 2020. Either Fourmod was referring to starting his P.6 and M.1 years after the station and line opened respectively, or the series is set in 2023.

I laughed at how they needed a disclaimer warning not to run up the escalators and to hold the handrail - clearly mandated by BTS the series sponsor. If you're wondering about the sponsorship, by the way, it probably just involved them making special arrangements for location access and not any cash - this was the case for the 2009 movie Bangkok Traffic (Love) Story, which revolved almost entirely around the BTS. Here, the lack of crowds during the morning rush hour points to most of the people probably being hired extras.

The BTS got plenty of indirect advertising in exchange, of course. Fourmod buying the monthly pass seemed almost forced at first, but was soon leveraged to explain why he didn't know how to tap out of the system, since he'd presumably only used single tickets before. (Like Thoughts said, the attention to detail is incredible, with things like these that you have to zoom in to even notice.)

The depictions of locations are so super specific to reality, almost as if this were a documentary. The school is fictional, of course, but it's slotted into the exact location of Watpathumwanaram School in real life, and everything around it, including the path of the students' commute, is real. Don't know why they'd take a tuk-tuk instead of walking 400 metres to Siam Square, though, as the traffic is totally impossible.

I have no idea how much creative liberty they're taking with the school's flexibility with body accessories, electronics, and transgender students. I'm sure the creators based it on what's possible at some actual schools nowadays, but I can't tell how realistic it is for the setting at all. Very much appreciate the variability in the lengths of the students' shorts as a reflection of their personality, though, as it's rarely seen on screen anymore.

I raised an eyebrow at Fourmod asking for extra MSG in his fruit dip. (The subtitles mistranslate it as "chili salt".) Didn't even know it was a thing - usually it's just sugar, salt, and chilli - but apparently recipes that also add MSG aren't uncommon.

I'm about curious about the passage of time. Their painted nails almost growing out suggests probably two months passing during each of the time jumps, but that would be almost the entire school term already.

It's funny to imagine how they got Yuedpao as a main sponsor. Their shop is actually opposite Kantima Salon, one wonders whether it's a coincidence or they found the location first, then got the sponsorship later.

The Kluay Kluay banana dessert shop was clearly included to keep older viewers connected - it's probably the only Siam Square location in the entire episode that's recognizable to someone who knew the place from the 2000s. Heck, the neighbourhood has changed so much recently, few of the scene locations would have looked like shown even five years ago.

Which brings me to my final point and main impression from the episode: Everything in it feels so deliberate in its depiction of today's youth culture. Which is of course what the creators set out to do. But the thing is, I (and probably most Millennial and older viewers) can't quite tell how accurate it is. I trust that the team did their research well, and on the whole it feels real enough, but the script's particular references, slang and vernacular might as well be a foreign language. It feels rather eerily uncanny how changed some things have become in the space of a generation, and yet how familiar some things remain.

[rhiannonsknife]

I’ve never seen someone write Jackie and Rhiannon like you do! They’re such complex characters and you do an amazing job capturing that, even in just a one shot. Just wanted to tell you that I love your blog!

If you’re still taking requests, would you mind writing a Jackie one where her and the reader come out as a couple at Doomcoming like Tai and Van did? Maybe they’ve been together for awhile but Jackie wasn’t ready to come out until then? I think a plane crash would really put things into perspective lol!

-🦈

── MEET ME IN THE WOODS TONIGHT

— summary: doomcoming with jackie taylor.

— warnings: fluff. implied internalized homophobia. secret relationship. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

the makeshift decorations sway in the breeze, the clearing glows with warm lantern light and, despite everything, despite the crash, the wilderness, and the gnawing hunger, there’s laughter.

for the first time in weeks, the mood is light, almost joyful in a way that’s more genuine than anything any of you have experienced since the plane went down.

you stand near jackie, your shoulder brushing hers just so as you watch the others dance. she looks beautiful tonight, as she always does: her crown of wildflowers slightly askew, her cheeks flushed from the drinks misty’s been passing around. she’s smiling, but you know her too well to think she’s as carefree as she looks: jackie has always been good at pretending.

you’ve been together for months now, sneaking touches and stealing kisses when no one is looking your way. she had made one thing clear from the start: no one could know. she’d framed it as self-preservation. “it’s not that i don’t care about you,” jackie had said one night, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire. “i just…i don’t want to make things harder for us out here”

so, you learned to love the mask she wears just as much as the girl jackie is beneath all her pretense.

you’d understood, or tried to; her fears weren’t all baseless. she was used to control, to the certainty of her old world where she’d been whs’ golden girl, the one everyone admired. out here, though, her carefully constructed image had been crumbling from the start. the others had turned on her in subtle ways; side glances, muttered comments, the slow loss of respect. she couldn’t risk giving them more fuel.

now, as you’re watching taissa and van kiss in front of everyone, something seems to shift.

it’s not a grand declaration; they just kiss, laughing against each other’s lips like they’re the only two people in the world. the group doesn’t stop them. some cheer, but no one judges. it’s all…normal. contrary to the events of the past weeks, but normal.

you glance sideways at jackie, expecting her to look away or maybe make a comment to cover her discomfort. but she’s watching them, just as everyone else is, her eyes wide, her expression both soft and unreadable. there’s no jealousy there, either, no scorn. just a quiet longing that makes your chest ache.

“jackie?” you ask gently, leaning closer so only she can hear.

she blinks, pulling herself back to reality, and gives you a shaky smile. “it’s nothing,” she assures quickly.

“are you sure?” you press, keeping your voice soft. “you can talk to me, you know?”

jackie’s smile falters. for a split second, she looks like she might say something. but then she shakes her head, looking away. “come on! let’s dance!”

you follow her to the makeshift dance floor, letting her spin you around with surprising enthusiasm. the two of you laugh, swaying surrounded by the other girls. for this short while, it’s easy to forget everything that comes with the looming uncertainty these days. but then jackie slows, her movements faltering as her gaze locks on yours.

“what?” you ask, unable to brush it off this time.

she hesitates, her hand tightening around yours. “i just…” she glances over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the crowd. no one’s looking at you, their attention scattered all across the clearing. jackie takes a shaky breath. “i don’t want to hide anymore,”

“jackie, you don’t have to-“

she cuts you off by cupping your face and pressing her lips to yours, as easy as it would only ever come to her behind closed doors and the comfort of knowing you’re unseen. the kiss starts tentative, like the very first time jackie had kissed you, with her hands trembling against your cheeks. when you don’t pull away, when you lean into her, your own hands finding her waist, she deepens it. it’s soft and warm and open, jackie’s lips moving with a kind of desperation that you feel all the way to your core.

the entire world around you fades, you don’t hear the murmured conversations and laughter that surround you. all you can feel is jackie, her hands moving to your shoulders, her thumbs brushing your jawline. when she finally pulls back, her cheeks are tinted in the softest shade of pink.

“jackie,” you whisper, breathless, your forehead resting against hers still, hesitant to withdraw.

“i mean it,” she murmurs, the side of her nose nudging yours. “i don’t want to hide anymore. not with you!”

her gaze flickers shyly to the other yellowjackets around you.

there’s a moment of quiet as the others catch on, realizing what they’ve just seen. it’s van’s loud whoop that breaks the silence. when jackie looks back at you, there’s something new in her eyes. relief, maybe, or pride.

you smile at her, your fingers squeezing her waist through the fabric of her dress. “i guess the plane crash really did put things into perspective, huh?”

jackie laughs softly. “yeah. something like that.”

she doesn’t step back. if anything, she moves closer, her hands sliding down to rest on your hips as you rest your chin atop her head and pull her into your embrace.

“come with me,” she murmurs eventually.

your heart skips. “where?”

jackie’s smile turns coy. she doesn’t answer, instead she takes your hand and leads you away from the group. the warmth of the fire gives way to the cool darkness of the woods, and then, once you reach it, the cabin door creaks behind you.

inside, the room is dim, for once completely empty with the team still celebrating outside. jackie turns to face you, her eyes catching yours in the low light. she doesn’t say anything, but the way she steps closer, her free hand reaching for the back of your neck, speaks volumes.

when her mouth finds yours this time, it’s slower, deeper, her movements no longer tentative. it’s not just about showing something to the others now. it’s about you, and her, and everything that had been unspoken until now.

jackie steps closer then, backing you up until you hit the wall. her hands move to your neck, fingers sliding into your hair. the full length of her body presses against yours, caging you in as the kiss deepens.

for months, she had to hide her desire for you. now that it’s all out in the open, it’s like a dam has broken. jackie kisses you desperately, all the pent-up longing of the last poured into the collision of your mouths.

you can’t help but gasp, struggling to keep up with the demanding motion of jackie‘s lips. they trail from your mouth, down the side of your neck, nipping and kissing hungrily as her hands tug impatiently on the fabric of your clothes.

“jackie” you pant with your head tossed back against the wall. “we- we’re still-”

she pins you harder to the door, one of her legs slipping between yours. for a moment you allow yourself to get lost in the friction against your center, your hips rutting back and forth instinctively.

then, finally, you repeat, “jackie!”, breathless when she breaks away from you. her hazel eyes are dark, her chest heaving with the force of breath.

“did i do something wrong?” she asks, her voice quieter now, a hint of insecurity threading through the haze that’s come over you both. “i’m sorry, we don’t have to-“

you cut her off before jackie can overthink it.

your hand finds hers, squeezing just enough to ground her. the others could come in at any second, loud and stumbling, forcing you back to your new ‘normality’. you don’t want to forget this, don’t want to let the moment pass.

“attic. now”

you’re on top of her. chest to chest with a bare body that arches up against yours to meet you halfway.

jackie’s arms are draped over your neck, her ankles locked around your waist, pulling you in close. impossibly close, because you don’t think it’s possible to be any nearer unless you merged into her completely, lost yourself in the press of her skin, the curves of her body against yours. maybe that’s exactly what she wants. maybe that’s what you both need.

to forget where one ends and the other begins.

your clothes are scattered all around the makeshift bed you’re sharing. her dress, neat and beautiful, crumpled up on the dusty attic floor alongside your own.

it’s the most intimate you’ve ever been together: in all the months you’ve spent dating in secrecy, you never got jackie like this. you’ve imagined it, sure, pictured her at the absolute crack of dawn after making sure the other girls were definitely asleep, with a hand shoved down your pants. but even your poor attempts at masturbation in this absolute hellscape could never compare to having her underneath you.

you know, from the occasional stories she’d tell you -secrets, exchanged in hushed whispers- that jeff hasn’t either. that she was never quite ready to go all the way with him, never felt comfortable enough to.

with you, that has changed. jackie seems very comfortable now. she’s reassured you at every shy check-in between layers of clothing slipping away: “are you sure?” you’d asked when your fingers pushed up the hem of her dress. “is this still okay?” as you struggled with the clasps of her bra.

now, with the restrictive clothes gone, her lips are everywhere; against your own, the side of your neck, wandering as low as they’ll go in your current position, never getting past the swell of your breasts. jackie pulls you in absentmindedly and traces soft lines up your naked spine as her lips move down your throat. one of her hands finds yours, threading your fingers together.

this is different from all the stolen moments and careful touches you’ve shared so far. there’s no fear of being heard, no risk of being interrupted. jackie is different, every soft sound raw in a way she’s never been capable of before.

her hands roam with purpose, memorizing every single inch of your skin. her mouth traces a path from your collarbones to your shoulder as she whispers “i need you” with both her eyes closed. you can’t stop your hips from grinding into her all over again, bare skin sliding together.

you break away, blinking down at where jackie is sprawled out. “are you sure?” you manage. she bites her lip, but nods determinedly.

for months, she’s been so focused on what she should need -the validation, the approval, the status- that she’s almost forgotten how the simple act of being wanted feels like.

“okay...okay”

jackie strokes over your bare shoulders, her thumbs digging into the skin there. “can i-“ she begins, blushing under your attentive gaze. “can i touch you?”

when you nod, she brings both of her hands up to your chest. you exhale shakily. this is all so new, so sweet, even in the mess that you’re in. it’s a blur of shy touches and breathy murmurs of approval, and, for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re happy. truly, undeniably happy. happy that it’s jackie. happy that she’s the one you get to share this with.

her thumb brushes over your nipple and you arch your back forward, a quiet moan drawn from your lips. the floorboard creaks under the weight shift and you laugh into each other’s mouths.

“you like that?”

your eyes flutter shut and you manage another nod. as if to test it, jackie repeats the motion, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“oh-“ you gasp, your full body shuddering.

jackie smiles, satisfied. she leans up again, her hips jerking against your leg as she moves to press kisses to the hollow of your throat while simultaneously playing with your nipples. only when she lets out a soft noise of her own, do you realize that your thigh is pressing right between hers with the way your bodies have moved together.

momentarily caught off guard, you breathe out and jackie opens her eyes to look up at you. eager to get a similar reaction out of her, you experimentally flex the muscles against jackie’s cunt, grinding carefully. her hands grasp the thin sheets beneath her body instantly, her fingers curling up in the fabric tightly. her head falls back as she gasps: “oh my god”

“does that feel good?” you drop one hand to hold her hip.

jackie nods, her jaw slack when she gives her hips a couple of gentle rolls, dragging her wetness over the length of your leg. you watch in awe when the first actual moans spill from her lips, her voice unusually high-pitched.

you press your forehead against jackie's again, anchoring yourself to her like you're afraid of losing this moment the second there's space between you. her breath is warm but uneven, ghosting over your lips as she tilts her head, her fingers threading through your hair to pull you closer.

her open mouth brushes yours, barely, just enough to make you dizzy and press your lips to hers.

the temperature around you is rising steadily as jackie moves against your body, your breathing tangling together.

this is better than anything you’ve ever imagined already, but it is not enough.

“jackie,” you whisper. immediately, she stops the movements altogether, her brows raising in concern.

“are you okay?”

her attentiveness makes you smile. “more than okay, i just-“ you bite your lip. “i want more,”

“oh”

“is that okay?”

jackie smiles in response, shifting backwards and maneuvering you both into a new position. after some more rustling movement on the blankets, you find yourself kneeling face to face with her. the way jackie’s eyes fall to your bare chest doesn’t go unnoticed: they widen as if she’s still struggling to believe that any of this is really happening.

she takes your hand in hers, gently pressing it against the valley between l own breasts so you feel the racing of her heart against your palm.

“touch me,” jackie instructs. “and let me touch you too?”

suddenly, your position makes a lot more sense. you don’t have to be told twice. instead, you bite your lip and nod. “please”

both of you reposition your knees so your legs are spread wider, and jackie’s delicate fingers trace down your front. when they reach the hemline of your underwear, you watch her, catch the way her mouth falls open as her fingers brush over the wet patch on the fabric.

“you’re so wet” jackie murmurs in awe.

hearing those words from her is enough to set you into motion too. first, your jaw drops and you feel yourself clenching around nothing, painfully aware of the emptiness where you want to feel jackie the most. then, after a soft cry of “touch me,” you drop a hand between her thighs. jackie’s arousal is damp, soaking through the lace of her panties as you cup her carefully.

she moans your name, and her head falls against your shoulder while she simultaneously fumbles with your underwear and pushes it aside. you copy jackie’s motions, panting as you look down the little space that’s left between your bodies.

you don’t even have it in you to feel embarrassed about the moan that falls from your lips when she finds your clit and starts circling it with her index finger.

“god, jackie-“

“it’s okay,” jackie promises, her free hand cradling the back of your head. “you- oh!”

whatever she was going to say is cut short when you press your fingertips against her clit, rubbing it the same way you know you like. judging by the sharp intake of breath through her nose, it seems to be working for jackie too.

she’s the one to pick up the pace first, rubbing quicker circles. you can feel your thighs trembling already, struggling to support the weight of your body as you try to focus on touching jackie too. her wetness glides against your fingertips, practically dripping from her. occasionally, you dip lower, where her arousal pools, so you can gather it and bring it up to jackie’s stiff clit.

when she feels you there, she leans back, her pupils dilated as she looks at you in the dim light of the attic. her fingers press against your entrance. “can i?” she breathes, sounding surprisingly pleading for someone who’s just asking to touch rather than be touched. in response, you do the same for her: a singular finger toying at her throbbing hole.

when jackie pushes two of her own into you, you immediately follow suit, shuddering as she slides in with ease. your moans mingle together in the thick air, only half aware that, if any of the others come back inside now, they will definitely hear you through the floorboards.

“more,” you whine.

jackie pulls her fingers out slowly at your request, until only their tips are still inside, then pushes them back as far as they’ll go, tearing a soft cry from the back of your throat. “oh, jackie!”

her own walls throb around your still finger -which you have almost forgotten about until you feel her squeeze it. weakly, you curl it forward against jackie’s g-spot, trying to make up for your lack of movement. her eyes roll back in her head instantly.

"oh-“ she whines softly. “oh my god-“

you manage some gentle thrusts into her before you slide in a second one. jackie easily takes it.

regardless of your efforts, she doesn’t stop moving and her thrusts don’t falter. jackie, unlike you, keeps up with ease, her fingers reaching deeper than your own ever did. when she curls them in a come hither motion, you reach for her and jackie pulls you in closer, pressing her lips against yours to stifle your sounds.

it doesn’t take long at all until you feel a knot forming in your abdomen, tightening with every press and thrust.

when you part from her to catch her eyes, there's a string of spit connecting your mouths. the sight, the sensations, the knowledge that you’re hers in a way not even the wilderness can undo is all so much, and enough to have you on the edge of the first orgasm in months.

you know exactly what it’ll take for her to finally make you cum. and, even though her touch feels too good for you to string together coherent sentences, you manage a quiet: “jackie, god, i’m close!”

jackie, bless her, seems to understand: she finds your clit with her thumb while still pumping her other two fingers into you, and rubs it just like she did before, studying your face for a reaction.

"right there!“ your head lulls back, each breath coming high-pitched and every muscle tense. your hips rock against her hand and she starts circling your clit faster, adding just the right amount of pressure.

that, and her other hand sneaking up your body to roll your nipple between two of her fingers, is all it takes.

“jackie-“ you never get to finish what you were going to say. instead, you feel your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves. a breathless moan dies in your throat when the world around you shifts out of focus and your thighs shake violently around her wrist.

just like that, you come, coating her fingers in your release as your legs give out beneath you. somewhere through the sensations, you hear jackie’s whine when your fingers slip from her, but you’re still too caught in the pleasure to really care.

finally, when it fades, you open your eyes to look up at her. jackie is panting and removes her hand from between your legs. she’s still kneeling over you but is quick to settle down in your lap now that you’re no longer holding your weight on your knees.

“here,” she pants, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as the other guides you back between her thighs. you know what to do without any more instructions: you give yourself to her, letting her use your fingers to get herself off too.

jackie slides down onto you, jaw going slack as you slip into her with ease. you hold her by the waist to support the gentle rocking motions that make the floorboards creak.

her nails dig into your skin, leaving half-moon shapes on your shoulder blades, and she cries out quietly. you watch the scene through heavy-lidded eyes while jackie rides your fingers, getting closer and closer to the sounds of skin slapping against skin. she picks up her pace until she’s practically bouncing on top of you, her chest heaving erratically.

jackie is beautiful, you knew this about her already, but -as you watch her cum- you doubt anything else could ever compare to this sight: she pulls you closer so that her mouth is right by your ear and her face is buried in the crook of your neck, repeating your name like a prayer, not stopping even as her body tenses.

her fingers clutch at you desperately, as if you're the only thing that's keeping her grounded, but she doesn't stop. doesn't let up until she's all spent and collapses into your arms. you hold jackie through it, pressing your lips to her temple, your hands steady where she needs them most.

it takes long until you’ve both fully recovered. neither of you recalls how you ended up lying in the messy sheets, with jackie’s head resting on your chest and your fingers combing through her hair. she has her arm draped over your waist, gently stroking across your side. you don’t speak.

eventually, she shifts, pressing her face further into your chest. “we should probably go back down,” jackie murmurs, though she makes no effort to move.

you hum. “do you want to?”

she’s quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “not yet,”

you smile, letting your hand settle on her back. “then we won’t,”

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You don’t hear the buzzer. Not really.

Not over the chaos, the explosion of sound from the packed Barclays Center, not over your own blood rushing in your ears, drowning out everything except the echo of the shot you just made.

A logo three. Your logo three.

Ball arcing high, perfect rotation, the kind of shot that makes the crowd inhale as one—and then the net barely ripples as it drops through. Clean. Filthy. Forever.

It takes a second for reality to catch up, for the scoreboard to register what you already know in your bones: it’s over. Liberty, WNBA Champions.

And then everything breaks.

Your teammates hit you like a tidal wave. Someone tackles you—Sabrina? Betnijah?—and you go down, the weight of a whole franchise crashing over you in screams and tears and flying water bottles. The confetti starts before you can even process it, gold and seafoam raining from the ceiling, getting caught in your lashes, in your braids, in the sweat still cooling on your skin.

Your chest is heaving, heart sprinting, and when you finally claw your way out of the dogpile, searching for the first person you need to see, he’s already there.

Luka.

Front row, arms flung so wide it’s like he’s trying to grab the whole damn moment in his hands. His mouth is open, screaming something you can’t hear but absolutely feel, something loud and ridiculous, probably in Slovenian, probably something that’ll get clipped and memed by tomorrow morning.

He’s been a problem all night. Worn your jersey like he was on the team, talked shit to the refs, nearly got ejected from his courtside seat after he and Breanna Stewart’s wife started chirping in Spanish at each other in the third.

And now, he looks—god—he looks like he just won, too.

Like you just hit that shot for him.

Like you’d do it all over again if it meant seeing him like this.

Your legs move before your mind does. You shove past the cameras, the interviewers, the mob of celebration, sprinting full-speed toward the sideline, Luka already stepping over security like they don’t even exist. He barely has time to open his arms before you’re in them, legs wrapping tight around his waist, his arms locking around you like there’s nowhere else on earth you belong.

"You saw that?" you gasp against his ear, laughing, crying, shaking.

"I saw everything."

Luka is shaking.

Not in the way you’ve seen on the court—bouncing with adrenaline after a game-winner, vibrating with the last remnants of competition. No, this is something else entirely.

His grip on you is tight, almost desperate, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll disappear into the confetti storm, into the chaos of cameras and screaming fans. His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts beneath your hands, like he can’t catch his breath. Like he just ran the length of the court in your shoes.

You pull back just enough to see his face, to take in the way his eyes shine under the bright arena lights. Luka never cries. Not after wins, not after losses. He swears he did once—after the 2018 EuroLeague championship—but you’ve never seen it yourself, only heard the story in passing, a rare glimpse at the part of him that cares so much it hurts.

But right now?

Right now, there’s a dampness at the corners of his eyes, his lips parted in something between awe and disbelief, his whole body still buzzing, like he doesn’t know what to do with all the love, all the pride, all of you.

"You really did it," he breathes, voice thick, uneven.

"You doubted me?" you tease, but your own voice shakes at the edges.

His fingers curl into the fabric of your jersey, gripping at your waist like he needs to hold onto something real, something solid. "Never," he murmurs, shaking his head, pressing his forehead against yours. His skin is warm, damp from the heat of the arena, and for a second—just a second—it’s just the two of you. No cameras, no noise, no legacy-defining moment. Just Luka and you, caught in something bigger than either of you can name.

And then—before you can say anything else, before you can laugh or cry or whisper some smartass comment about how he’s gonna be even more unbearable now that you’ve got a ring—he moves.

Luka lifts you.

Easily, effortlessly, like you don’t weigh a damn thing, arms locked under your thighs as he spins you in the air, laughing through the crack in his voice. The world tilts, gold and green and electric, and you let yourself go with it, throwing your head back, hands tangling in his hair as he carries you in a wide circle, parading you like his trophy, like he just won right alongside you.

"You’re a fucking champion!" he shouts, voice breaking mid-sentence, too full of joy to care. "The best! The best!"

It’s ridiculous. It’s over-the-top.

It’s him.

And when he finally stops spinning, when he sets you down, eyes wild with something uncontainable, you barely have a second to react before he’s cupping your face and kissing you.

It’s not neat. Not soft.

It’s everything.

A crash of lips and teeth and breathless laughter, his hands shaking where they frame your face, your own fingers curled in the fabric of his t-shirt, holding him there, here. The arena is screaming, your teammates calling for you, the trophy waiting, but for this moment—this one, infinite moment—it’s just Luka and you, caught in the aftermath of something neither of you can control.

"You’re gonna be insufferable about this," you gasp when you finally pull away, forehead resting against his.

He grins, dimple deep and cocky. "Oh, you have no idea."

You roll your eyes, pressing one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before shoving at his chest. "Alright, alright—I gotta go celebrate with my actual teammates."

Luka groans, dramatic, swiping at his eyes like he wasn’t just on the verge of tears. "Fine. Go. Leave me here. Broken. Forgotten."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, but you’re laughing as you backpedal, fingers lingering in his grip for just a second longer before you let go, let yourself be swallowed back into the mass of bodies waiting for you.

The last thing you see before you disappear into the sea of jerseys and cameras is Luka, standing courtside, watching you with that same stunned, stupidly in-love expression.

Like he already knows—win or lose, on or off the court—you and him?

You’re always playing for the same team.

ESPN | “WNBA HISTORY: NEW YORK LIBERTY CLINCH FIRST TITLE IN THRILLING FINALS WIN—L/N SEALS IT WITH LOGO THREE” Barclays erupts as Liberty star delivers championship moment—husband Luka Dončić loses his mind courtside.

Luka Dončić doesn’t stop smiling.

Not once.

Not when he takes his seat, not when the reporters fire off their first questions about his game last night, not when someone brings up his recent dust-up with the refs—nothing. He’s all grin, his dimples carved deep, eyes still carrying the afterglow of something far more important than basketball.

It doesn’t take long for someone to bite.

“Luka, your wife just made history tonight,” one reporter starts, barely getting the sentence out before Luka practically vibrates in his seat. “What was it like watching her win her first ring?”

His whole face lights up.

“Bro.” He drags a hand down his face, like he still hasn’t fully processed it. “You don’t understand. I am—” He pauses, exhales sharply, shakes his head. “I am the happiest man alive.”

A chuckle ripples through the room. Luka leans forward, elbows on the table, still grinning like he won the damn championship himself.

“I lost my mind. Gone. Brain—poof.” He makes an explosion motion with his hands. “When she hit that shot? I was gone. Finished. I mean, you saw it, right? Best shot of the whole playoffs. Best player. Best moment. Ever.”

A few reporters laugh, already knowing this press conference has completely derailed.

“People are calling you the ultimate trophy husband after your reaction,” another journalist teases.

Luka beams. “Good! Yes! That’s me! Put it on a t-shirt—I’ll wear it to every game.”

The room cracks up. Someone asks if he’d actually wear a “Trophy Husband” shirt, and without missing a beat, Luka goes, “I’ll wear it to her ring ceremony. Front row. Say I won’t.”

The internet is already eating it up. Twitter is flooded with clips of his reaction, memes of him clapping like a proud PTA mom, videos of him looking like he was about to storm the court himself.

And he did almost storm the court.

--

You’re still on the floor, still in the haze of celebration, the weight of the championship sinking in by the second. The trophy’s been passed around, champagne’s already been popped, and your voice is hoarse from screaming—but you’re still looking for him.

It doesn’t take long.

Luka’s back on the court, despite security’s best efforts to keep him at bay. He’s already in your jersey—where the hell did he even get one that fast?—the name on the back stretched tight across his shoulders.

The moment you spot him, he spots you.

“MY WIFE’S A CHAMPION!” he bellows, arms wide, grin even wider.

“Oh my god,” you groan, but you’re already laughing, already jogging toward him as he moves fast in your direction, ducking past staff and reporters.

The second you reach him, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, spinning you in the air again because once wasn’t enough, because he needs to hold you, needs you right there in his arms.

You cling to him, laughing, hands in his hair as he presses a long, over-the-top kiss to your cheek.

“MVP!” he yells, still holding you. “BEST IN THE WORLD! BETTER THAN ME! BETTER THAN EVERYONE!”

“Luka, put me down,” you giggle, swatting at him.

“No. No, you won, I won, we’re winning everything.”

“You didn’t win anything,” you tease.

“I won you!”

You groan, half-exasperated, half-melting because god, he’s ridiculous. Perfectly, beautifully ridiculous.

By the time he finally sets you down, you barely have a second to adjust before he cups your face again, tilting your chin up so you see every ounce of joy written across his.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, voice dipping lower, steadier. No more yelling, no more antics—just him. Just you. “So, so proud.”

Your chest tightens.

He’s seen you at your lowest, held you through every late-night doubt, every failure, every moment where you didn’t think you’d get here. And now—he’s still here, still holding you, still yours.

“I love you,” you whisper.

His whole face softens.

“Love you more, champ.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can argue, your teammates call for you, dragging you back into the celebrations, into the history you just made.

Luka watches you go, hands still outstretched like he wants to pull you back in.

Like he’ll never get tired of celebrating you.

Like he already knows—he’ll be right here, courtside, for the next one.

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Royal scandal - a mini series: Part 2/4

Royal scandal: Part 2

You stood in the middle of the grand dressing suite, surrounded by mirrors, stylists, and racks of silk and lace. Your wedding dress - carefully designed over the past few months - hung elegantly on a mannequin nearby, waiting for you.

A special stylist, one of the Queen’s personal favorites, carefully helped you step into it, adjusting the delicate fabric against your skin.

“You look breathtaking,” she murmured as she fastened the last few buttons.

You turned to the mirror, your breath catching in your throat.

The gown was perfect. A delicate blend of tradition and modernity, with intricate embroidery and a flowing train fit for a royal wedding. It cinched at the waist before cascading down in soft waves, and the veil - pure lace - was attached to a glittering tiara that once belonged to a former Queen.

You barely recognized yourself.

One of the hairstylists approached, gently beginning to weave your hair into an elegant updo, curling a few strands to frame your face. At the same time, a makeup artist worked on your face, enhancing your features while keeping your look natural and timeless.

As they worked, you stared at yourself in the mirror, your heart pounding.

This was it.

A soft knock at the door made you turn.

The Queen stepped inside, dressed in a regal lavender gown. Her eyes swept over you before a rare, warm smile graced her lips.

“You look magnificent,” she said.

You exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

She stepped forward, adjusting the tiara slightly. “Are you ready?”

You met her gaze in the mirror, determination settling in your chest.

“Yes.”

Meanwhile, across the palace, Harry stood in his own suite, adjusting the cuffs of his ceremonial uniform. The deep navy jacket, adorned with gold buttons and royal insignia, made him look every bit the Prince he was.

A royal aide handed him his sash, but Harry barely noticed. He was too busy pacing, his nerves getting the best of him.

“You’re going to wear a hole into the carpet,” his best man - his childhood friend, Niall - remarked from the couch.

Harry shot him a glare. “I can’t help it.”

Niall smirked. “You’ve performed in front of thousands, and yet, this is what makes you nervous?”

Harry exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “This is different. This is forever.”

Niall stood, adjusting Harry’s sash properly before clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Exactly. And you’ve wanted this forever.”

That was true.

Ever since the night he walked into that bar and met you, he had known.

Taking a deep breath, Harry straightened his jacket and turned to the mirror.

“Let’s do this.”

The grand doors of Westminster Abbey (yes, king Edward was able to get his will) opened, revealing an aisle lined with white roses and chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. The grand organ played, and the entire world watched as you took your first step forward.

Your arm was linked with king Edward’s arm since your father wasn’t in the picture. But as you walked down the aisle, your eyes found Harry’s.

He stood at the altar, his breath visibly hitching as he took you in. His hands clenched at his sides, his green eyes shining with emotion.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The whispers of the crowd, the flashing cameras, the pressure of an entire kingdom watching - it all faded away.

It was just you and him.

When you reached the altar, Harry took your hands in his, his grip warm and steady.

“You look…” he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “Absolutely breathtaking.

You smiled, whispering, “You clean up pretty well yourself, Your Highness.”

A quiet chuckle passed between you before the officiant began.

The ceremony was a blur of vows, whispered I love yous, and the moment the Archbishop finally spoke the words:

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Harry didn’t wait.

The second he was allowed, he cupped your face and kissed you - deep and sure, the kind of kiss that made the entire world disappear. The crowd erupted in applause, and you heard distant camera shutters clicking wildly.

But none of it mattered.

Because you were his, and he was yours.

Forever.

The afterparty was held in Buckingham Palace, a grand affair with champagne towers, twinkling chandeliers, and live music that filled the ballroom.

You barely had time to breathe before you and Harry were whisked onto the dance floor for your first dance as husband and wife.

Harry held you close, his fingers resting on your waist as he swayed you gently to the soft melody. His forehead pressed against yours, a small smile on his lips.

“You’re my wife,” he murmured, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

You grinned. “And you’re my husband.”

Harry let out a soft chuckle. “God, I love the sound of that.”

The night went on in a blur of laughter, speeches, and stolen kisses. The King even gave a rare toast, looking almost proud as he welcomed you into the family.

At one point, Harry leaned down, his breath warm against your ear.

“Let’s sneak away.”

You raised a brow. “Harry, we’re literally in the middle of our own wedding reception.”

He smirked. “Exactly. No one will expect it.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you let him tug you toward one of the quieter balconies, away from the crowd.

The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stepped outside. The city lights sparkled in the distance, but your gaze was only on Harry.

He pulled you close, his hands settling on your hips. “We actually did it,” he murmured.

You smiled, threading your fingers through his hair. “Yeah. We did.”

Harry exhaled, resting his forehead against yours. “You changed everything for me, you know that?”

Your heart swelled. “And I’d do it all over again.”

His lips brushed against yours in the softest, sweetest kiss, sealing a promise that needed no words.

Because this?

This was just the beginning.

The party was still in full swing when Harry whisked you away from the grand ballroom.

Laughter and music filled the palace halls as the two of you hurried through the corridors, your fingers intertwined, your heart racing.

The night had been a whirlwind - ceremony, speeches, dances, champagne toasts - but now, finally, it was just the two of you.

As soon as you reached your private suite, Harry barely gave you a chance to take a breath before pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours.

“Mrs. Styles,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky.

A shiver ran down your spine. “Prince Harry.”

He groaned dramatically. “You’re supposed to call me your husband now.”

You grinned. “That’s gonna take some getting used to.”

Harry leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “We have all the time in the world.”

And with that, he kissed you again, deeper this time, and the world outside the palace doors ceased to exist.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of your new bedroom - the one you and Harry now shared as husband and wife.

You stirred beneath the silk sheets, your body warm and tangled with his. His arm was draped over your waist, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

For a moment, you just lay there, letting it all sink in.

You were married.

To Harry.

To Prince Harry of England.

Your fingers absentmindedly traced over his hand, feeling the cool metal of his wedding band.

As if sensing your thoughts, Harry groaned softly, tightening his grip around you. “Mm. Too early. Come back to sleep.”

You chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. “It’s not that early.”

Harry cracked one eye open, a lazy grin on his lips. “We just got married. We deserve a lie-in.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You just don’t want to get out of bed.”

He hummed, leaning in to brush his lips against your shoulder. “Can you blame me? My wife is finally mine - all mine.”

Heat crept up your neck at the way he said it.

“You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”

Harry smirked, pressing a kiss to your ring finger. “You have no idea.”

Of course, sleeping in wasn’t an option when you were part of the royal family.

Soon enough, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by the familiar voice of Harry’s personal aide.

“Your Royal Highness, breakfast has been prepared in the private dining hall.”

Harry groaned, burying his face into the pillow. “Tell them we’re dead.”

You laughed, swatting his shoulder. “Come on. If we don’t show up, they’ll send the Queen herself to drag us out of bed.”

Harry sighed dramatically but relented, rolling out of bed.

A short while later, the two of you entered the private dining hall, where the Queen, the King, and a few close royal family members were already seated.

The Queen smiled warmly when she saw you, gesturing to the empty seats beside her.

“Good morning, newlyweds.”

You blushed slightly as you and Harry took your seats. The table was set with an elaborate breakfast spread - fresh fruits, pastries, eggs, and of course, tea.

King Edward barely spared you a glance before addressing Harry. “I trust you’re ready to resume your royal duties soon.”

Harry exhaled through his nose. “Can I at least have one day to enjoy being married?”

The King merely raised a brow. “The country doesn’t stop for a wedding, Harry.”

Before Harry could snap back, you placed a hand on his knee, giving him a small squeeze.

The Queen cleared her throat, cutting through the tension. “I’m sure they’ll ease back into their duties in due time. Let them enjoy their first day together.”

Harry shot his mother a grateful look.

You smiled to yourself, realizing that - even with all the pressures and responsibilities - you weren’t in this alone.

You had Harry.

And you had a whole lifetime ahead of you.

The honeymoon phase didn’t last long.

Barely a week after the wedding, you and Harry were summoned for an official meeting with the royal advisors. It was time to begin your training - learning the duties and expectations that came with being the future King and Queen of England.

You had known this moment would come, but nothing could have prepared you for how intense it would be.

The grand meeting room inside Buckingham Palace was intimidating. Long mahogany table, high-backed chairs, and a group of advisors who had been serving the monarchy for decades.

You sat beside Harry at the head of the table, feeling every pair of eyes on you.

The King sat across from you both, expression unreadable. The Queen, ever the picture of composure, sat beside him.

An older man in a sharp suit cleared his throat. “Your Royal Highnesses, now that the wedding is behind us, we must discuss your responsibilities. His Majesty has decided that the transition to the next reign should begin sooner rather than later.”

You glanced at Harry, whose jaw tensed slightly.

The King spoke then, his deep voice carrying authority. “Your training will begin immediately. There is much to learn, and I expect you both to take this seriously.” His sharp gaze landed on Harry. “Especially you.”

Harry’s fingers tightened around yours beneath the table, but he said nothing.

Another advisor, Lady Catherine, smiled at you - one of the few friendly faces in the room. “Your role, Your Royal Highness,” she said, addressing you, “will be to support Prince Harry in his duties, as well as represent the monarchy in official engagements. You’ll be expected to travel, host state events, and work closely with charities.”

You nodded, trying to absorb everything.

“And you, Prince Harry,” another advisor chimed in, “must begin preparing for your future as King. This includes deepening your understanding of foreign relations, economic policies, and-“

Harry cut in, his voice tight. “I do understand these things.”

The King raised a brow. “Then prove it.”

Silence fell over the room.

You squeezed Harry’s hand under the table, a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Lady Catherine quickly changed the subject. “We’ll start with the basics. You’ll both shadow Their Majesties in their daily duties, attend council meetings, and begin public engagements immediately.”

You swallowed. Immediately.

Your new life had officially begun.

A few days later, you and Harry had your first official engagement as the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge - a visit to a local children’s hospital.

You had expected it to be nerve-wracking, but the moment you stepped into the hospital and saw the children’s faces light up, everything changed.

You knelt beside a little girl in a hospital bed, her tiny hands gripping yours. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered shyly.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you, my darling, are the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen.”

The little girl beamed, and your heart melted.

Harry, meanwhile, was surrounded by a group of kids, laughing as he let them place a plastic tiara on his head. “How do I look?” he asked, grinning.

You shook your head, grinning. “Absolutely regal.”

The visit was a success, and as you left the hospital, Harry exhaled deeply, lacing his fingers with yours.

“That was actually… nice,” he admitted.

You nodded. “Not everything about this life has to be duty and pressure, Harry. We can make a real difference.”

Harry looked at you, his gaze softening. “I think you’re going to be an incredible queen.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The morning after your first public engagement, you woke up feeling dizzy and feverish. Your head throbbed with an intensity that made you cringe as soon as you opened your eyes. The sharp pain shot through your temples like needles, and your body felt like it had been run over by a carriage.

You pushed yourself out of bed, but as soon as your feet touched the floor, nausea overwhelmed you. You stumbled to the bathroom and barely managed to make it before you threw up, the entire experience leaving you trembling with weakness.

The fever was high, unmistakably high -!your temperature soaring well past 40°C, and your entire body shivered uncontrollably.

But you had duties.

You didn’t have the luxury to rest. You were the future Queen of England. You had an image to maintain, and there was no way you could miss an engagement today.

You dragged yourself back into the bedroom, trying your best to dress and freshen up. The makeup team was due soon for a photoshoot, and the press was expecting you to be at an event later in the afternoon. You couldn’t afford to make a bad impression.

As you reached for your shoes, your legs buckled, and you nearly collapsed onto the bed. A wave of dizziness hit, and you closed your eyes, willing the spinning to stop.

Just then, the door swung open.

Harry stepped in, his face softening the moment he saw you. “What the hell is going on?”

You tried to sit up, brushing your damp hair out of your face. “I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not fine, Y/N. You look like you’ve been run over.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, forcing a smile. “I have an event today. I can’t miss it.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced. He feels your forehead. “You’re glowing.”

“I don’t have time for this.” You stood, swaying slightly, trying to keep your balance. “I need to look perfect, Harry. The press is watching, the public is watching. I can’t afford to miss this.”

He stepped forward, catching your arm as you swayed. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was firm, but there was an underlying worry. “You’re not fine. You’re seriously sick.”

You tried to pull away, but Harry’s grip tightened, and for once, you saw the seriousness in his eyes.

“You can’t keep pushing yourself like this,” he said sternly. “You need to listen to your body. Your health comes first.”

You shook your head stubbornly, feeling the sharp sting of the migraine flare up again. “I have to do this, Harry.”

Harry stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fine.”

Before you could protest further, Harry moved swiftly, dialing his parents.

A few moments later, the phone call was over, and his voice was louder, more commanding than ever. “You’re staying in bed. I’m getting my parents here. They’re going to explain to you why you need to rest. Now.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Harry cut you off.

“No. Enough. I’m calling my mom to talk some sense into you.”

The Queen and King arrived shortly after, both looking concerned but not surprised.

Anne, ever the practical one, immediately stepped forward. “Y/N, love, you’re pale as a ghost. What on earth possessed you to try to power through this?”

You tried to sit up straighter, but a fresh wave of dizziness had you reaching for the bedpost for support.

“I… I have duties. I can’t cancel.”

The Queen’s expression softened, but her voice was firm. “You must take care of yourself, darling. The public and the royal duties will still be there, but your health won’t wait. This is exactly why you have to listen to your body.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Anne raised a hand gently to stop you. “Y/N, being sick like this isn’t something you can ignore. If you don’t rest, you’ll just make it worse. And then you won’t be able to do anything at all.”

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of failing on such a public scale. You felt weak and helpless, which only made you more frustrated.

“I’m supposed to be perfect,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t mess up in front of the world. I can’t.”

Anne’s eyes softened as she sat beside you on the bed. “Sweetheart, no one expects you to be perfect all the time. Being sick doesn’t make you weak, and it certainly doesn’t make you unfit to be Queen. You need to rest.”

The King, usually a man of few words, nodded gravely. “You’ll find, Y/N, that your body won’t perform on willpower alone. If you ignore it now, it will be harder to recover later. You have to take care of yourself.”

You swallowed hard, the exhaustion weighing you down more than you wanted to admit.

Reluctantly, you nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay in bed.”

Harry walked over, his eyes softening at the sight of your flushed face and defeated posture. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re not letting anyone down by taking care of yourself.”

He sat beside you, brushing your hair away from your forehead. “I don’t care about the press. I care about you.”

Anne stood and nodded to Harry, her tone lighter now. “We’ll check on you later, dear. Rest up. And don’t even think about getting out of bed.”

You managed a weak smile as they left, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease.

You spent the rest of the day in a haze of feverish sleep, your body struggling to heal. Harry stayed by your side, checking on you frequently, but for the most part, you slept through the hours.

As the day wore on, the fever began to break, and your headache began to dull, but you were still exhausted. Every time you woke, Harry would gently bring you some water, making sure you were comfortable, before allowing you to rest again.

Later that afternoon, Anne came by once more, bringing with her a light broth for you to eat. She fussed over you for a bit, tucking the blanket around your shoulders.

“You’re lucky you have a husband who cares about you so much,” she said, her voice teasing but warm.

You nodded, your throat sore. “I know.”

She smiled softly, smoothing your hair back. “Take this time to rest. It’s what you need.”

And though you didn’t want to admit it, deep down, you knew she was right. You couldn’t be the best for others if you didn’t first take care of yourself.

That night, Harry kissed your forehead, his touch warm.

“Rest, love. We’ll take on the world tomorrow.”

You smiled faintly, your body finally giving in to the sleep it so desperately needed.

The next few days were a blur of sleep, recovery, and the occasional visit from Harry, Anne, and even the King. They had all been so understanding, but you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not being able to push through. You knew Harry had a lot on his plate, and he was determined to give you space to heal, but the guilt lingered.

Even though you were slowly recovering, it wasn’t easy being confined to bed, especially knowing how many people were depending on you. There was a royal function coming up soon, and you were expected to attend. The press was buzzing about the newlywed royals, and you could already hear the whispers about your health.

Despite the warmth of Harry’s care and the support of his family, your mind raced, filled with worries about the responsibilities awaiting you.

As the fever finally broke, you started to feel like yourself again, though you were still weak. You hadn’t fully recovered yet, but you were desperate to get back into the swing of things.

Harry, on the other hand, remained calm and patient, sensing your restlessness. He had seen how hard you were pushing yourself before you got sick, and he wasn’t going to let you do the same now that you were recovering.

One afternoon, after a quiet breakfast in your private suite, Harry gently took your hands in his, his eyes serious yet filled with understanding.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you’re not going back to work yet.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he stopped you. “You’re still not fully recovered. Your health comes first.”

You sighed, feeling frustrated. “But Harry, we have so much to do. People are depending on us. The press, the charities, the royal engagements.”

“I know,” he said, his voice steady. “But the only way you’re going to be good for them is if you’re good for yourself first. No one can do this job perfectly all the time.”

You met his gaze, realizing how much he had learned in such a short time - how much he truly understood the weight of everything you were both about to face.

“Okay,” you murmured reluctantly. “But I’ll go stir-crazy if I stay in bed much longer.”

Harry chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “We’ll take it slow. I promise. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

Two weeks later, you were finally well enough to attend a royal event again, though still not at full strength. Your doctors insisted on a low-key return to the public eye, which meant a quiet appearance at a charity gala focused on education. The last thing they wanted was for you to relapse, but they also understood that as the future Queen, you couldn’t stay behind the palace walls forever.

Harry stood by your side, ever vigilant, as you entered the gala with your head held high. The press buzzed with excitement, flashes of cameras illuminating the room. Your heart skipped a beat, but this time, you weren’t focused on perfection. Instead, you focused on the cause - the charity that meant so much to you both.

And with Harry at your side, you felt strong enough to face it.

Despite the exhaustion from the previous days, you were determined to show that you could manage both the responsibilities of your new life and your health. Harry’s quiet support gave you strength, and soon you were engaging with the guests, smiling for photos, and genuinely feeling like you were doing some good in the world.

The event was a success, and afterward, you and Harry shared a private moment in a quiet corner of the palace.

“You were amazing tonight,” Harry said, his eyes filled with admiration. “I knew you could do it.”

You smiled, still a little exhausted but proud of yourself. “I just had to pace myself. But I’m glad I could do something good again.”

Harry pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, Y/N. You’re already doing more than enough. You’re the future Queen of England, and that’s more than anyone could ask for.”

You sighed, resting your head on his chest. “I just want to be the best I can be for you… and for us.”

Harry kissed your forehead, a soft smile spreading across his face. “You are. And I’ll always be here for you. We’re in this together, every step of the way.”

And with those words, you knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, you weren’t alone. Harry was by your side, and together, you would face the challenges of the royal world and carve out a life full of love and purpose.

The weight of the crown, you realized, was much easier to bear when you had someone like him to share it with.

A few months after your return to public life, you had settled into a rhythm. The constant media attention had become less daunting, and the long hours of charity work and public engagements had started to feel like a second nature. The more you learned, the more you realized just how important your role was - not just for the people of England, but for Harry too.

You had truly become a team.

But with that comfort, there was always an underlying sense of pressure. The responsibility of ruling the country one day weighed heavily on both of you. Harry still hadn’t completely adjusted to the idea of becoming King, though he had grown into his duties with grace and determination. And, as always, your role as his partner was pivotal.

It was one early evening when you were all seated in the family’s private dining room at Buckingham Palace. The table was beautifully set, the soft glow of the chandelier reflecting off the polished surface. There was an air of quiet anticipation - something was clearly on Harry’s parents’ minds.

You sat beside Harry, glancing at him. He looked pensive, as if already aware of what was coming. His fingers lightly brushed against yours, a reassuring touch, but you could sense his anxiety.

The King and Queen had yet to speak, but when they finally did, it was clear they had something serious to discuss.

“Harry, Y/N,” the Queen began, her voice calm but direct. “There are some matters we need to discuss regarding the future of the monarchy.”

Harry’s brow furrowed, his eyes locking onto his mother. You felt the sudden tension in the room, the quiet thrum of something unspoken hanging in the air.

The King leaned forward slightly, his usual stoic expression softened just enough to reveal the importance of his words. “We’ve been discussing the future of this family and the crown for some time. The time has come for you to step into a new role, Harry.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what was happening. You glanced at Harry, who was now looking at his father with a quiet intensity, processing the weight of the statement.

“We believe it’s time for you to officially begin preparing to take over as King,” the Queen continued, her voice steady but undeniably firm. “It’s not a decision we’ve made lightly, but we think the time has come for you to assume your rightful place.”

The room fell silent. Harry’s lips parted, but no words came out. He looked like he was swallowing a lump in his throat, the reality of what was being said hitting him harder than ever before.

You could see the tension in his body - his shoulders tense, his jaw tight.

“The country needs you, Harry,” the King added, his voice grave. “And with your marriage to Y/N, it’s only a matter of time before the transition is made. We trust that you will rise to the occasion, but it’s time to prepare. And we need to be certain you’re ready.”

Harry shifted in his seat, the weight of the moment weighing heavily on him. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready,” he said quietly.

The Queen smiled softly. “You will be. But you need to understand that this change comes with great responsibility - something we can’t delay any longer. The monarchy cannot remain stagnant.”

You could see Harry fighting with his emotions, his desire to step up mixed with his uncertainty about what it all meant.

“And there’s another matter,” the King continued, his tone shifting slightly, as if to take the edge off the seriousness of what had been said. “We are looking toward the future of the monarchy in more ways than one.”

Harry glanced at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“We want grandchildren, Harry,” the Queen stated plainly, her gaze meeting yours now. “The people are eager to see a new generation in the family. You and Y/N are already the future of the monarchy, but to solidify that future, it’s time to start thinking about building a family.”

You blinked, your heart racing. The sudden shift in the conversation had caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected them to bring up children so soon. Of course, you had talked about it privately with Harry, but hearing it from his parents - especially in such a serious context - made the pressure feel so much heavier.

Harry’s face flushed slightly as he processed their words. “I… I didn’t realize you were thinking about that yet.”

The Queen smiled kindly, though her words carried the weight of royalty. “You have to understand, Harry, that the crown isn’t just about your duties. It’s about the legacy that you will leave behind. The people need to know that there’s continuity. We are asking you to start thinking about children in the near future, perhaps sooner than you might have anticipated.”

You felt Harry’s hand tighten around yours under the table. “I-” he started but faltered, unsure of how to articulate his thoughts. He wasn’t ready for the magnitude of their expectations. He had never imagined this part of the royal journey would come with such urgency.

“I understand,” you interjected softly, sensing Harry’s discomfort. “But we’re not rushing this. We’ll do it when we’re ready, together.”

The Queen’s gaze softened at your words. “Of course. We don’t mean to rush you, Y/N. But you must understand the position we’re in. The monarchy thrives on legacy and continuity. The sooner you’re able to expand your family, the sooner the country will have the stability it craves.”

You glanced at Harry, his features conflicted. You could feel his unease, his desire to meet his parents’ expectations, but you also knew how much pressure he was already carrying.

“I just… I want to do this right,” Harry finally said, his voice rough. “I don’t want to let anyone down, especially you.”

The King reached across the table, placing a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You won’t, son. We have no doubt you’ll be ready. Just remember, you’re not in this alone. You and Y/N will face it together, and that’s all we ask.”

The Queen nodded in agreement. “The future of the monarchy rests in your hands, Harry. But we know you’re capable. We just wanted to have this conversation now, so you’re aware of what lies ahead.”

You squeezed Harry’s hand tighter, reassuring him silently. He didn’t need to take on the world alone. You were right there with him, every step of the way.

“Thank you,” Harry said, his voice quieter but filled with sincerity. “I… I’ll start preparing. For all of it.”

The Queen smiled, and the King gave a nod of approval. “We have faith in you both. And don’t forget, we’ll be here to help you when the time comes.”

As the conversation wound down, you and Harry shared a private glance. The weight of the future - of children, of being King and Queen - was a lot to bear, but at least you had each other. And that, for now, was enough.

Later that evening, you and Harry took a walk through the palace gardens, the soft moonlight casting a calming glow over the peaceful surroundings. The conversation with his parents lingered in both of your minds. The pressure, the expectations, and the future were all hanging heavily over you.

But Harry was still holding your hand tightly, as though grounding himself in the present.

“Do you feel ready for all this?” you asked quietly, unsure if you meant the responsibility or the idea of starting a family so soon.

Harry paused, turning to face you. His expression was open, vulnerable. “Honestly? No. But I know we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “Together,” you repeated softly, feeling your heart steady in his presence.

And in that moment, despite the uncertainty and the pressure, you knew one thing for sure - you and Harry would face whatever came next as a team. Together.

[bennyboyfics]

hello! hope ur having a great day🫶

i was wondering if you could write something where reader surprises ben at one of his matches and maybe it's a bad day? so like comforting him after or something like that😊

thank uu🤍

p.s ur writing is spectacular🍀🍀

Every breath you take (I’ll be watching you) || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

A/n: Ty for the request!

Wc: 785

Warnings: slight angst if u squint

MASTELRIST

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The sun hung high over the court, casting sharp shadows as Ben wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He was down in the third set, his serves not landing with their usual fire, his shots just a fraction off. Every point lost only tightened the frustration in his chest.

He could hear the crowd murmuring, feel their shifting energy as the match slipped further from his grasp. He could barely focus on his coach’s voice in the box—his mind too tangled in frustration—until his eyes flicked to a familiar face sitting among them. You. You weren’t supposed to be here.

You had told him you couldn’t make it, that your schedule wouldn’t allow it, and though he’d been disappointed, he understood. But here you were, perched in his player box, wearing one of his hoodies over your outfit, your eyes locked on him with nothing but unwavering support.

His chest squeezed at the sight of you. For a brief second, something inside him softened. But then, reality hit. His opponent was serving for the match. He tried to shake it off, to push past the tension weighing on his shoulders. He was Ben Shelton. He had clawed his way out of worse situations. But today, his game just wasn’t there.

He lost the match point on an unforced error, his forehand sailing past the baseline. Game, set, match. Ben clenched his jaw, forcing himself through the motions—the handshake at the net, a half-hearted nod to the umpire. The crowd offered polite applause, but it didn’t soften the sting of disappointment that settled in his chest like a heavy weight.

Then, as he turned, his gaze found you again. You were already standing, leaning forward against the rail, waiting for him. Ben barely hesitated. His long strides carried him toward you, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface, but right now, you were the only thing grounding him. As he reached the rail, you didn’t wait for him to say anything.

You leaned down, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in close. “It’s okay,” you whispered against his temple, one hand cradling the back of his head. “I know it sucks, but you’ll get ‘em next time, baby.” Ben let out a heavy breath, his fingers gripping your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck for a moment.

The warmth of you, the steadiness in your voice, cut through the frustration just enough to stop it from swallowing him whole. His hands slid up to your back, holding you tighter, before he pulled back just enough to look at you. Your eyes were soft, filled with nothing but love for him, and it made his chest ache in a different way.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “I’m so proud of you, no matter what.” His throat tightened, the words hitting deeper than he expected. Then, before he could even think to respond, you leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t just a peck—it was soft, lingering, a silent reassurance that none of this changed anything.

That you were still right here. The frustration wasn’t gone, not entirely. He was still pissed about the match, about the way he had played. But in this moment, with you holding onto him, pressing your forehead against his, he could breathe a little easier. He let out a quiet sigh, nuzzling against you for just a second before whispering, “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

You smiled. “Surprise.” Despite everything, the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He shook his head, exhaling through his nose. “Best surprise ever.” You kissed him again, quick and firm. “Damn right.” And just like that, the loss didn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.

[lonely-ey3s]

With All My Love : Chapter 12 | love letters - part two

Chapter 12 : Love Letters pt. 2

Pairings: joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

Word count: 10.9k

Chapter Summary: The day after Joel proposes to you, you both are in for a bit of a surprise...

Chapter warnings: Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), public-ish sex, unprotected piv, anxiety, flashbacks of traumatic memories, mentions of PTSD anxiety, FLUFF, joel being an absolute lover, soft!joel, use of Spanish but with translations, use of y/n, angst, feelings of insecurity, panic attacks, if i missed any lmk

a/n: sorry this one took so long but i appreciate your patience. i still have a migraine but was able to push this out- enjoy ✨

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

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You must’ve both drifted off to sleep under the stars last night because when you awoke early that next morning to a few drops of water on your face, you hummed and snuggled closer to Joel. You then felt a few more land on your bare shoulder and you opened your eyes to gray clouds above you, and the sun barely up.  

“Shit.” you giggled softly, then kissed his bare chest, “Joel wake up, we fell asleep.” you hurried and got up, putting your dress on quickly. 

He hummed, smiling sleepily. “Mmm, come ‘ere… 5 more minutes…” he said, reaching for you. 

“As much as that is enticing, it’s about to rain, and I don’t want any of this to get damaged. Come on… help me pack up, cowboy.” You leaned down and kissed his bare shoulder before standing up and jumping out of the truck bed. You quickly went for the photos wrapped around the tree, which to you were priceless. 

He shot up when you kissed his shoulder, registering what you just said, eyes wide looking at the sky, “Shit!” 

You giggled and looked back at him as the rain began to come down a little heavier, “Hurry, get dressed!” 

He looked at you and chuckled, hair deshelved, fumbling to get his pants on. 

Rain softly falling against the metal of his truck, and gradually getting louder was a good indication you needed to hurry.

You gathered the photos and put them into the back seat of the truck. 

He quickly grabbed his shirt and threw it on, inside out and backward, but he didn’t have time to fix it as rain starting to come down in bigger drops.

He chuckled as he started assessing what he needed to grab.

He quickly gathered all the pillows and blankets from the bed and jumped to the side, putting them into the backseat. 

You ran and grabbed your backpack with all your now new camera equipment as well as his letter, which now had a few raindrops on it, and put it in the backseat safe from getting further damaged. 

He quickly took down the lights and put them in the back as well along with the picnic basket.

He turned to find you and chuckled as he found you trying to gather all the tea lights in a bag that you had found in the back of the truck, “Baby, leave ‘em! You’re going to get soaked!” he said right as lightning struck and shortly after thunder boomed, making the rain now pouring down on you both, you both pausing at the shake of the ground then chuckling at the chaos of the situation. 

You looked at him and smiled brightly, “And? Afraid of a wee bit of rain now, cowboy?” you softly laughed and looked up at the sky with your eyes closed, opening up your arms, letting the rain come down on you like it was a religious experience, “This is amazing!” you giggled. 

He had never seen a more beautiful sight. You looked free, happy, and carefree.

He was in awe of you. 

He smiled widely and started coming over to you, you leaned your head back down hearing his steps from the small puddles under his feet, and opened your eyes to watch him– smiling as he crowded your space. He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up in the air, spinning you both around, you were both just happy to be in this moment together. 

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, threading your fingers through his soaked locks, leaning your forehead against his. 

He set you down softly and kept one arm around your waist then moved his hand up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, he hummed contently, “Good mornin’, novia…” (fiance) he said softly. 

You beamed up at him with how widely you smiled, you let out a small giggle, letting one hand fall to rest on his chest, the other combing back his hair, “Good morning to you, future husband…” 

His smile instantly grew wider than what it already was, accentuating his dimples. He looked down at your lips and then your eyes before leaning in slowly, slowly closing his eyes, and capturing your lips with his. He started with a tender sweet kiss before deepening the next few kisses.

After a few he slowly pulling away and nudged your nose with his but then you both saw a flash of lightning and a few seconds after heard another loud boom. 

You giggled against him, “Shall we head home?” you put your other hand on his chest and smiled gently pecking his lips. 

He shook his head, “I’ve got a better idea…” he backed up slowly and held out his hand for you to take. 

You took it with your left hand and blushed as he pulled it to his lips and kissed your ring before walking you to the truck and helping you in after opening the door. 

You sat in the truck, sopping wet, leaning back into the backseat to grab one of the blankets to wrap yourself in as you were freezing. 

Joel came around and got into the driver's side, turning on the truck and heater immediately, his skin covered in goosebumps. 

He held his hands in front of one of the vents and smiled, “Shit, didn’t think it was that cold… you must be freezing…” he looked at you shivering as you wrapped yourself in the blanket, “…come ‘ere baby…” he grinned as he pulled you into his lap over the console, “Lemme warm you up.” he said gruffly. 

You giggled and allowed him to bring you into his lap, wrapping your left arm around the back of his neck and then bringing the right one to touch his cheek, “Warm me up, hmm?” you leaned in and nudged your nose against his softly, smiling as he held you close as you both warmed up. 

He held onto your thigh with his left hand and then rubbed his hand on your back softly, nodding and humming contently, “You can call it that or maybe I just wanna hold you, hermosa.” he leaned up and kissed your lips softly a couple of times before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours, feeling you gently massage your fingers through his scalp with your left hand while your right laid contently on his chest. 

You both stayed like this for a few minutes, letting the heater spread through the car and warm you two up enough that between the heat and the moisture you both had, it began to fog up the windows. 

You giggled, “We better get going, it looks a bit scandalous…” You nodded towards the windows fogging up and kissed his cheek before moving to sit back in your seat. 

He opened his eyes from resting against you and looked where you had nodded, chuckling as you moved, “There something wrong with a little bit of a heated car session?” 

You shook your head and smiled, “No, but don’t think front-seat sex would be fun… seems a bit… tight?” You giggled and blushed, curling into the seat. 

Joel smirked and set the gear of the truck to drive, “Hmm, I’ll have to prove you wrong on that front one day, mi vida…” he looked over and winked at you. 

Joel and you went out to get breakfast at a local coffee shop, enjoying the time it was just you and him, knowing most likely when you got home you’d be swarmed by Maria, Tommy, and Sarah since they all would be beaming with joy since last night. 

When you finally got home around noon Joel parked the truck and came around to get your door, smiling and holding out his hand. You smiled, “Thank you sweetheart…” you took his hand and hopped out, before he smiled as he closed the door and pushed you up against the truck gently, connecting his lips with yours, kissing your deeply and slowly, slowly moving his hands down your waist to cup your ass and pull you against him. You let out a soft moan and grinned against his lips, “Broad daylight cowboy… as Rose told us, there are kids around…” you joked as he grumbled and moved his lips to kiss your neck, wanting you there and now. 

You held onto his shoulders and with one hand threaded your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck, grinning as you felt him grow harder against your thigh. 

 His hands were everywhere, needy and eager, “Inside… we need to get inside, I need you…” he lightly nibbled on your skin. 

You let out a small moan and nodded, blushing, “Agreed.” 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him with you to the front door, before turning against it and pulling him down softly by the collar of his shirt to reconnect your lips with his in a couple deep and heated kisses, whispering as he pulled away just a fraction to focus on putting the key into the lock, “Do you think they’re home?” kissing his ear softly; heart pounding in your chest excitedly.

He shook his head, grinning, breath heavy and quick, “Truck ain’t here…” he reconnected with your lips, kissing you passionately, putting his hand on your cheek and waist, and opened the door to walk you both through it. As soon as you were both through the threshold, he placed the keys in the bowl, you giggled as he held you against his chest, drunk on you.

You both took two steps from the front door, lips crashing over each other to immediately hear a large group of people yells from the living room, kitchen, and dining room, “Congratulations!” and confetti sticks popping towards you, you gasped and pulled away from Joel’s lips, hiding your face in your hands against his chest as he held you close, it momentarily triggering you but then when you heard everyone’s cheers and felt Joel hold you close that melted away and softly giggled.

Joel instantly turned bright red like he’d been caught doing something much worse which Tommy instantly clocked and let out a loud laugh, “Somethin’ the matter brother?”

Joel bit his lip and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling, letting out a deep chuckle, “Ya’ll are wrong for catchin’ us the morning after like this…” you chuckled and leaned up to look at him, blushing but smiling brightly at him for a moment, soaking it all in.

You snapped out of your spell and looked at the crowd, around the room of people, smiling, feeling so much love and support. You then saw Elena by the couch, tearing up with her hands up to her face, smiling widely at her son’s obvious joy. 

You instantly smiled brightly and open your arms to walk over and hug her, “Elena, I’m so happy to see you here!” you giggled and she wrapped you in her arms and hugged you tightly, softly saying, “¡Oh, haces mi corazón tan feliz!” (Oh, you make my heart so happy!)

You softly chuckled and held her close to you, “Estoy muy feliz de ser parte de tu familia.” (I am very happy to be part of your family.) you whispered back, tearing up. 

She pulled back and took your hand in hers, looking down, tears falling down her cheeks, “¡Déjame mirar el anillo!” (Let me see the ring!)

You chuckled softly and held out your hand for her to see, “Thank you for this. Joel said it was a family heirloom. I… thank you for trusting me with it, I won’t disappoint you.” 

She looked up and smiled through tears, “You could never disappoint anyone, hija…” (daughter). 

You softly smiled at the term she used, nodding. 

She touched your cheek gently, “Call me mama now, I must insist!” 

You nodded and lightly chuckled, “Of course…mama…”

She smiled, and you felt Joel come up behind you, gently kissing your cheek before greeting his mom. 

Joel hugged his mom and she pulled him aside gently telling him how proud she was of him, how happy he was, and couldn’t wait to have more grandbabies. He chuckled and kissed her head and teased her saying, ‘Más despacio, por favor’ (Slow down, please). 

You turned and hugged Sarah who standing nearby and was tearing up and so happy for you and her dad. She rambled how excited she was to help plan the wedding and already had so many ideas. You chuckled and kissed her head and hugged her again telling her how you couldn’t wait to do that with her, that you’d have to start as soon as the party was over. She nodded and told you that she loved you and was happy you were going to officially be her mom which made you tear up and hug each other again. 

Joel turned around and found you smiling at the two of them as Sarah rushed off to help Maria in the kitchen. He took your hand and kissed it, “Hey, let’s go change. Tommy said they waited to start the barbeque up to keep the element of surprise.” 

You nodded and smiled before the two of you headed upstairs, but then heard Maria clear her throat from the kitchen and narrow her eyes at you both with a smirk, “Change and only change you two…” she teased. 

You both turned red and ran up the stairs holding onto each other's hands. 

You got into the bedroom and sat on the bed, now terrified of Maria and her warning, softly giggling to yourself for a moment.

You hummed and started to take your shoes off, unbuckling them. 

Joel closed the door and locked it, immediately seeing you struggle a little bit, “Here… let me help you, mi amor…” he came over and knelt in front of you, helping unbuckle your shoes gently. 

You watched him and smiled softly, leaning back on your hands behind you, “If this is your attempt at funny business…. it’s doin’ it.” you winked teasingly. 

He looked up with those big brown eyes and grinned, “Oh yeah?” he kissed the inner part of your ankle, softly letting out a chuckle, “What’s doin’ it for you darlin’?” he kissed up your leg, keeping his eyes on yours, grinning against your skin. 

You blushed, “Well the chivalry for one…” you bit your lip and leaned forward a little, “But there’s somethin’ about seein’ you on your knees that does it for me if I’m bein’ completely honest…” you giggled as he leaned forward, closer to you. 

He grinned and looked up at you and hummed softly then looked at your lips for a brief moment, commanding in a deep voice, “Stand up…” he looked up at your eyes and then back down at your lips. 

You blushed and stood up, looking down at him, trying to keep yourself together but you couldn’t help how instantly you could feel warmth spread down your bare thighs. 

He took off his shirt and threw it into the hamper, “Take that damn dress off my love…” he instructed. 

You nodded and blushed as you removed your dress, tossing it also into the hamper behind you. 

He looked up at your body, examining every curve, memorizing every freckle and scar, he smiled and lightly kissed the side of your hip where your small cricket tattoo sat, “You know Levi was right… you still do that cute little feet kick thing when you get comfy in bed…” he continued lightly kissing across your stomach. 

You carded your fingers through his hair softly and smiled at the delicate way he was kissing your body, you hummed, “Caught me in action, did ya?…” you chuckled. 

He looked up at you and lightly and slowly lifted your leg to put over his shoulder, sinking further down on his knees and kissing your inner thigh softly, humming in agreement. 

You let out a soft moan and your eyes fluttered shut, “J-Joel…” 

He kissed up your thigh getting closer to your core, “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and keep quiet while I eat your pretty little pussy, yes?” he said lowly, kissing once higher up your thigh, his breath warm against your aching core. 

You nodded and let out a shaky breath, “Yes…” 

He grinned and looked up at you, “If you start to lose your balance - I’ve got you, but you can hold onto my hair if needed, yes?” 

Your chest began to rise quite quickly with excitement as you nodded and swallowed in anticipation, “Yes…” 

He grinned and then took his tongue and dragged it lightly against your folds, then attaching his lips over your clit to lightly suck and flick his tongue against. 

You gasped, eyebrows knit together and immediately grabbed his hair, holding him to where he was but also holding your balance, biting your lip to hold in your moan. 

He held your thigh with one arm but wrapped his other arm behind your ass, keeping you close to him, holding you up as well as he felt your legs go weak. 

He pulled away for a moment to gently kiss your clit, then take his tongue and press it flat against your core, sucking and slurping you up, lewd noises coming from his lips. 

You chuckled as that was the only thing you could do without moaning, “Fuck!” you whispered, blushing as your whole body felt it was on fire by this, you gripped onto his hair a little tighter, earning a groan from him that provided the right amount of vibration against your clit to push you closer to the edge, “Fuck, keep making those sounds cowboy, that feels good…” you bucked your hips against his face biting your lip as he groaned again, attempting to get any fraction of friction against your clit. 

He continued to do that, groaning softly as you rode his face, feeling that familiar coil begin to tighten deep within.

He watched and saw when your breathing began to get more shallow and you started to gasp and bite your bottom lip and groan softly, he began sucking on your clit at a relentless pace, making you quickly spiral into an orgasm. 

You gripped his hair and shoulder, cursing under your breath over and over again, smiling as waves of ecstasy washed over you. 

He pulled back for a moment and licked his lips, “Fuck you taste so sweet, preciosa…” he said with a hoarse whisper.

You looked down at him and saw his lips and scruff were coated with your pleasure. 

You grinned, “Fuck me, that’s a sight to see…” You gently pulled him by his hair to roll his head around in your grasp against your thighs to see how it had dripped down to his chin.

However, what you realized was this man smirked when you gripped his hair like this.

He enjoyed it. 

The small amount of control you had in moments like this and he thrived on it when it’d happen. 

You bit your lip softly and grinned as his reaction, “Think we can get away with a quickie or do you think they’ll hear downstairs?” said softly, panting, trying to be as quiet as you could. 

Joel smirked, “I can be careful…” he softly and slowly let go of your leg and rose to stand over you, gently kissing your lips, giving you a taste of yourself for a moment before pulling away, “Lay down on your side, mi vida…” he said as he started undoing his belt, looking down at your body hungrily. 

You got onto the bed and did as he said, watching him undress. 

He took his pants and boxers off and let them fall around his ankles before he stepped out of them and came onto the bed. He threaded your foot you had on the mattress between his legs, to wrap around the back of his leg. He held your other leg at a 90-degree angle to have your calf wrap around his body but held it up by your thigh. 

He then took his free hand and tapped his hard cock against your ass cheek, “We’re going to take this nice and slow, careful not to rock the bed…” he looked up at you, “...but this angle I’ve heard is intense for both of us, so, if you need to, take one of those pillows to moan those pretty little noises into, ok?” he rubbed his head through your slick, coating himself before aligning at the entrance, hungry for you to be wrapped around him.

You nodded and smirked, putting your elbow under your head to support your neck, “I need you… please…” then gasped as he wasted no time and sunk deeply into you, letting out a small moan as you felt every inch of him intensely at this angle. 

He grunted and gripped onto the meat of your hip and thigh as he bottomed out, swallowing down any sound he might make by clenching his jaw.

You hummed in pleasure and shut your eyes as he drew himself in and out of you slowly. This angle making it more intense than it usually was when he’d take his time like he said it would. You quickly began to realize how quickly you were barreling towards release. You opened your eyes to watch him as his hips glided him in and out of you, looking down to watch his cock move effortlessly within your warmth.

This angle made everything feel tighter, more extreme, making goosebumps litter up your skin, “Baby I need more… please…” you pleaded, arching your back a fraction, you reached and grabbed his hand that had a death grip on your hip and brought it to your breast. 

He knew exactly what you needed and began to knead your breast before he put your nipple between his digits and pulled it softly to tease you, “Like that, amor?” he also was feeling himself approach his orgasm faster than he estimated, this angle milking him quicker and more intensely.

He began to speed up his thrusts a fraction, careful not to make the bed shake or squeak, attempting to get you what you needed.  

You nodded and rolled your eyes back, smiling as you gasped, “Fuck… that’s it.” you mewled and began unconsciously rocking your hips against him, making him grunt and clench his jaw.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep doin’ that…” he whined and gripped onto your nipple harder, making you gasp and clench around him, feeling that coil close to snapping, turning your head into the pillow next to you to moan, rocking your hips faster, eager for release. 

He took his hand from your breast and grabbed your hand that was now gripping the sheets behind your back, threading your hand with his, eager for connection in moments like this. 

He briefly saw it was the hand with your ring on it and instantly his hip began to thrust faster, making the bed softly hit the wall. Something about you and that ring on your finger made him feral with you wrapped around his cock. 

You moaned loudly into the pillow, praying it muffled the sound so no one heard as you heard music playing from downstairs. 

He whimpered and grunted, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight around me…” he snapped his hips into you, “You look so beautiful taking my cock like this…”

His tip crashed repeatedly against your cervix, causing you to come intensely around him, harsh waves crashing over you making your thighs quiver. 

He felt you flutter around him and as if it was a reflex he spilled himself deep into you, cursing under his breath, mumbling how good you feel when you come around his cock. 

Your mind was numb, absolute mush, dizzy on him, you smiled against the pillow, attempting to catch your breath as your chest heaved up and down unevenly and quickly. 

He removed himself from your warmth and fell to the side of you, grinning, feeling like he was floating. 

You removed your face from the pillow after a few moments of calming yourself down and looked at the clock, you’d only been up here for less than 10 minutes. 

You sat up and leaned over, kissing his cheek, “Take a second, I’ll get us something to change into, cariño…” You kissed his cheek again and then got up from the bed, going into the closet to find something for the both of you to wear as he laid there recovering. 

You sifted through the closet and found him a light tan button down and jeans to wear, then found yourself a jean jacket and dress you found out thrifting the other day. 

You came back and brushed his hair back softly, leaning over and kissing his shoulder gently, “Clothes are at the end of the bed, I’m going to go freshen up…” you said as your lips stayed on his skin before kissing him again and then walking into the bathroom to get ready. 

Joel smiled watching you walk away into the bathroom. He laid there for a moment more, thinking about the last 24 hours, and couldn’t help but feel his heart was so full. 

He sighed contently and then he sat up and started getting dressed. 

You combed through your hair and reapplied some makeup before getting dressed and coming out to see Joel sitting on the bed, smiling happily, waiting for you. 

You smiled and came over, standing in between his legs as you were reaching behind your neck to put your necklace on, struggling a little bit, your adrenaline still a little high, making your hands shake.

He stood and pecked your lips, “Allow me…” he nodded to turn around. 

You blushed and handed him the necklace before turning around and putting your hair to one side so he could clasp it. 

He gently kissed the back of your neck before he put the necklace over you and clasped it behind your neck, “There we go, mi vida…” he kissed your neck gently again. 

You smiled and turned around, humming and bringing your hands up to fix his hair which had obvious signs you were not only getting ready like Maria commanded.

You giggled and gently combed your fingers through to style it, “Your hair is getting a little longer baby, I like it…” you looked up at him and smiled once you had fixed it decently. 

He had put his hands on your waist while you fixed it, pulling you close to him, enjoying the small acts of service and love you do for him like this. He smiled down at you, “Yeah? Think I should grow it out a bit?” he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it. 

You nodded and blushed, “I wouldn’t mind a little more to hold onto…” you joked. 

He chuckled and leaned in, “I wouldn’t mind that either, esposa…” he kissed your lips slowly and deeply a couple of times. 

You smiled and placed your hands on his chest, blushing as you kissed him back, feeling happier than ever. 

You slowly pulled back and smiled, “We better head down before they send someone up…” You chuckled, “And by someone, I mean Maria…” 

He nodded and chuckled, taking your hand, “Yeah… Maria is surprisingly scary…” he teased as he began walking out of the room.

You both made it back down and immediately were pulled in different directions. Joel pulled by his buddies from work and Tommy to congratulate him. You were pulled by Maria and the women that had come, wanting to see your ring and know the details. 

As they pulled your attention away from being in your little bubble with Joel, you saw the extent of decor they had done that you hadn’t seen before going upstairs. 

They had pictures of you both hanging from white pearlescent balloons throughout the house, little memories of the last several months together, little pieces of your love story. 

Maria had made a small heart-shaped cake that said ‘just engaged’ on the top which you told her looked professionally done and said she had a huge knack for, told her that she should do this as a business which everyone around you agreed. 

Elena had made a ton of food with Maria and Sarah since last night and the house was full of family and friends, all excited to celebrate this moment with you both. 

Frank came up as you finally snuck away from a big crowd to grab a drink, he tapped your shoulder and chuckled, “Excuse me, Mrs. Miller?” 

You turned and put your hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t spill your drink, swallowing quickly, “Frank!” you put your drink down and embraced him, smiling happily, “I was wondering if you and Bill made it!?” 

He chuckled and held onto you, “Of course we did, we wouldn’t miss an opportunity to celebrate you two!” he pulled back and grinned, “So? How do you feel?” 

You smiled and blushed, looking over at Joel who was having a beer with Tommy and a few of the men from his crew, laughing softly, “I am so happy Frank.” you looked back at him and bit your lip, “He completely surprised me, I had no idea of it…” 

Frank chuckled, “I think most of us knew after the first barbeque that he was going to ask sooner than later…” 

You chuckled lightly, blushing thinking back to that day, it was so early in your relationship and such a crazy day but it was perfect, “Oh? Why’s that?” 

Frank grabbed a drink and leaned against the counter with you, “I’ve known Joel for about 13 years now… I never knew Rachelle, but I knew what happened, you know?” he swirled his drink in his hand, looking down at it. 

You nodded, “I don’t know the full extent of what happened, but I do know the basics, how it affected him and his outlook on relationships and life…” you said softly, some sadness in your voice. 

Frank nodded, “Bill knew him before it happened, said he lost his light.” he looked up towards you, “Bill said the moment he opened the door and saw you standing with him that day we first met, he saw that light back, but brighter.” he smiled, “I knew right then and there he’d be proposing within the year… that man was too head over heels not to.” he chuckled. 

You chuckled and smiled warmly, feeling your cheeks get warm by the kind words Frank. You looked up and softly cleared your throat, “Can I ask you something about Rachelle that you may know about?” 

Frank nodded, “Sure…” 

“What happened? I mean I know she just left, but why?” you looked down at your drink feeling rude for asking. 

Frank sighed softly, “I don’t think even Joel knows the real reason why. All she said was she never wanted any of this and that she left to follow her dreams, that being a mom wasn’t in that plan…” he bit the inside of his cheek and looked over at Sarah who was giggling with some of her friends from soccer, “I don’t get how you could just leave her… how you could just walk away from your flesh and blood.” he shook his head, disappointed in her mother’s actions. 

“Coming from someone with emotionally absent parents… parents that I swear to this day never wanted me… I can say that I’m glad Sarah never knew that, or I hope she never felt that.” you messed with the rim of your glass, “I can’t count the times my mom told me that she had never wished I was born, or how she wished she would have kept that abortion appointment she made…” you bit your lip to keep tears held in, “Sarah would have grown up with a mom like that if she would have stayed. Rachelle would have resented Sarah for everything good that little girl has done because she would have felt jealous of her accomplishments.” 

Frank looked up at you, sensing that’s what you went through. 

You cleared your throat and clenched your jaw, shoving down those feelings you had kept away for so long, not wanting them to soil this day, “But she doesn’t have that in her life, thank god, and she’s beaming and soaring all because of those that raised her… Joel, Tommy, Elena, Frank and you… hell even Rose.” you smiled.

Frank could tell the switch happened, the quick shut of that door, and his heart broke knowing you had parents like that. He nodded then chuckled lightly, knowing you wanted to change the subject, “Can I ask you a question now?” 

You looked up and him and nodded, “Shoot.” 

“Big or small wedding?” he grinned as he took a swig of his drink. 

You chuckled lightly, “I think Joel and I agree to do either a big one or…. elope…” you teased. 

Frank gasped, “You better not elope, and if you do, I insist we are in the small amount of attendance…” he narrowed his eyes.

You let out a small chuckle, “Oh you’re gonna be there no matter what! You’ve got to be one of my bridesmen!” you smiled softly. 

Frank perked up, “Say you’re serious!” he smiled widely. 

You nodded and touched his arm softly, “Serious! Will you be one of my bridesmen?” 

He nodded and chuckled then set his drink on the counter and took yours softly before grabbing you in his embrace and hugging you tightly, “Yes of course!” 

You giggled as you hugged him, pulling back for him to only ask the same question everyone else had asked today, “So tell me, how did he propose?”

—

After talking to Frank a little more you wandered over to Joel, who was talking now to a few distant relatives, and took his hand gently, waiting for him to be done talking, not wanting to interrupt, they were talking about the upcoming season of football. 

After a moment he excused himself and turned to you, “Comin’ to join me?” he kissed your temple. 

You smiled, “Comin’ to check in, have you eaten yet?” you put your free hand on his chest and gently stroked your thumb back and forth as you looked up at him. 

He shook his head, “Not yet, everyone keeps pulling me aside…” he chuckled and tucked a loose hair behind your ear. 

You pecked his lips and looked at his family, “Mind if I steal him for a moment, get something to eat?” 

They shook their head and smiled at you, then nodded toward him, not knowing you spoke Spanish, “Maldita sea, conseguiste un ama de casa allí, Miller, me alegro de que no sea una cazafortunas.…” (Damn, got yourself a housewife there Miller- glad she’s not a gold digger…) then they started to chuckle as a group at you both. 

You chuckled softly at what you took as a joke and started to walk away, taking him with you, finding it harmless. 

Joel looked back and gave them a look like he was offended about what they said, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw. They held their hands up in surrender and giggled, not knowing he was actually upset.

He turned around and wrapped his arm around your waist as you both walked towards the kitchen, “I’m sorry about them baby, that was out of line, they are stupid and don’t know what they’re saying half the time.” he said apologetically. 

You turned to look at him and chuckled softly, “I wasn’t offended… I thought it was just a harmless joke?” you shrugged and grabbed a plate, “Was it meant as something else?” you innocently questioned. 

He let go of your waist, grabbed a plate, and started gathering food beside you, “I just found it rude for them to not only call you a housewife like that, and insinuate you being a gold digger- but then also speak in another language… which they don’t know if you speak or not, it was like they were trying to say something behind your back.” he said softly, clearly bothered.

You looked at him and leaned over, kissing his cheek to ease his frustrations, “I don’t think they meant harm, and I didn’t take it that way, but if you think they did, you should talk to them about it, yeah?” you offered. 

He nodded and put his hand on the small of your back, as you both walked to another counter with more food, “Yeah, I guess I could.” he picked up a few more things to put on his plate, “I’m just sorry if they did mean harm, that’s not ok and I’m not going to let it fly.” he peeked over his shoulder back at them, chuckling as a group and then sighed softly and looked back at you. 

“I mean they aren’t wrong…” you started, trying to get his attention. He turned his head to look at you, you smiled, “At least I’m not a gold digger…” you smirked. 

He chuckled and set his plate down, taking yours and setting it next to his before turning you towards him and pulling you close, cupping your cheek softly, pulling you in to kiss his lips a few times softly before he pulled away for a moment, “You could be a housewife, gold digger, sugar baby… I don’t care…” he looked down at your lips then looked back into your eyes, softly nudging his nose against yours and dragging his thumb against your lips, “All I know and care about is that I’m marryin’ you and you’re going to be my wife, yeah?” 

You nodded and hummed, keeping your eyes on his as he spoke. 

He nudged your nose once more, and whispered, “You’re going to be my wife, the mother of our kids, my life partner… people will speak to and about you with nothing less than the highest amount of respect, always if I have anything to do with it, mi vida.” then softly brought your lips to his and kissed you slowly and deeply. 

You smiled as you continued to kiss him before you both heard Tommy wolf whistle and cheer, making everyone look at you both and join in, making you both chuckle against each other's lips, both blushing a shade of red. 

“Damn slow down brother, we don’t need any mini you’s running around quite yet!” Tommy teased which earned a slap on the arm by Elena who was standing next to him. 

“Habla por ti mismo!” (Speak for yourself) she gasped and tsked. 

You chuckled and cleared your throat, speaking up a little louder and turning towards everyone, “Well I guess now that everyone’s attention is on us, I’d like to thank you all for joining us today in celebration. It means the world to know I have so many family and friends I’ll be joining into…” you felt Joel take your hand softly and kiss it as he stood next to you, “I uh… I come from being pretty much a lone wolf, an only child, both of my parents have been gone for some time, so to have this overwhelming amount of love and support is…” you cleared your throat and nodded as tears started to cloud your eyes, “...it means a lot.” 

Joel kissed your temple and stepped forward, “I can second that, the amount of love and support is astronomical and I for one can say I had no idea this party was happening! I mean, I’ve been meticulously planning my proposal for the last few months so how ya’ll snuck this past me… well done and thank you to Tommy, Maria, my beautiful mama and daughter, Sarah, you four win the prize for hiding two big surprises in the last 24 hours!” he smiled softly at them.

Everyone softly chuckled, and a few people shouted cheers. 

Joel smiled and looked down at you and then at the crowd, “Forgive me but I’m going to get a little sentimental and perhaps emotional…” he chuckled and cleared his throat but then reached for his drink, “I’m sure most of you know how we met, but just in case you don’t, here’s a little short story.” 

There were a few small chuckles in the crowd and everyone quieted down to listen. 

He looked out towards the crowd and held you close to his side, “Sarah convinced me to join her in a pen pals program close to a year ago. Now, I wasn’t too excited about it, and to be honest, I got Y/N’s information 3 weeks before receivin’ her first letter...” you gasped jokingly and chuckled, acting shocked.

Joel chuckled lightly, “I was just too hard-headed to make the first move and didn’t think it would honestly turn into anything more than two people writing boring letters back and forth.” he chuckled and rubbed your back with his thumb softly as he spoke, “But, then I got a letter from a woman, who was going to be deployed as an army medic, who had a wicked sense of humor, and that within the first letter - I felt her warmth start to seep into my being.” he blushed and looked down at his drink shyly.

“We went several months writing back and forth… exchangin’ postcards and letters… getting to know each other but also both falling in love with the other over nothing more than pens, paper, and stamps.” he teared up remembering something, “I uh… I don’t know if I’ve even told her this, but around the 4th of July, I went… insane… I feel like is the right word…”

He chuckled and then heard Sarah shout from the crowd, “Yep, insane, crazy, loco…” she teased.

Everyone laughed, you giggled into his shoulder, and Joel chuckled and tsked, “Ok ok, they get it…” he looked at Sarah and smiled at her.

“But my point is that I lost my mind… from not hearing from her.” he looked back at you and you smiled at him warmly, kissing his shoulder, listening.

“You were um… you were stuck in that area for about 3 weeks where the mail couldn’t come in or out and… man let me tell you…” he chuckled softly, “Sarah could probably tell you how many times I went out to that damn mailbox to check for a letter every day for those 3 weeks.” he looked towards the tv for a moment, “I watched the news religiously, for some reason thinking that would help with my anxiety of not knowing if you were ok or not.” he looked down at you and had a few tears fall down his cheeks which you caught by gently touching his cheek. You also had a few tears fall down your cheeks as well. 

“But god, when I found out that Tommy was writing and Skyping with Maria and all the dots fell together…” you both started to chuckle and smile at each other, he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “... that was the biggest goddamn relief.” he looked back at the crowd. “After that, it involved more letters, then finally Skyping… and of course more anxiety due to risky field assignments…” he chuckled as he looked at Maria and she nodded at him, knowing the shit you all four went through for those few days.

He smiled widely and sighed softly, “Then when she got released to go home, and I surprised her back in South Carolina which was the right choice I’ll say myself…” he smirked, “Airport kisses are… top-notch…” he chuckled and clicked his tongue, then looked at you, “Especially when they are with the love of your life.” he looked down at your lips then your eyes and smiled lovingly.

The crowd lightly cheered and whistled as you leaned up and kissed him gently a few times, then pulled back, “I second that opinion… top notch.” you winked at him. 

He chuckled and kissed your cheek then turned to the crowd and cleared his throat,  “With all that being said… I’d like to raise a glass to this woman next to me that I am now blessed to call my fiance…” he took his drink and raised it, the crowd did the same. 

He smiled looking down at you, “Mi vida, you are the reason for my peace, my breath, and for every single good thing that I have in my life since you came into it. You are the warmth that fills our home, you are the reason that I’m not so grumpy…” he chuckled and a few small chuckles came from the group. 

“... but you are the reason that I want to be a better father, son, brother, and man… for you and those around us.” a few tears fell down his cheeks before he kissed your forehead gently, cleared his throat, and looked to the group, “A toast to you, my love, may I never know a day without your love…” he looked back down at you and smiled brightly, “Te amo con todo lo que soy y te buscaré en cada vida y te amaré allí...” (I love you with everything I am and will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.)

He leaned in and kissed you gently once then pulled back and lifted his arm and smiled at the group, “Salud!” 

Everyone raised their glasses higher as well and shouted, ‘Salud’ in unison as well. 

You blushed and raised your glass as well, repeating with the group then took a sip. 

Joel turned towards you after taking a sip of his drink and cupped your cheek with the hand that was on your back, leaning in to give you a soft deep kiss as everyone toasted to you. 

Tommy whistled and cheered, “To the future Mr. and Mrs. Miller! ¡Que tengas un matrimonio lleno de amor, largo y feliz!” (May you have a loving, long, and happy marriage!)

Joel kept you close as everyone toasted to Tommy’s wishes, arm around your waist and smiling happily.

The afternoon went on with food, catching up with everyone, and feeling like you but repeated yourself about a hundred times whenever someone asked how he popped the question, but you never got tired of sharing every little detail, feeling over the moon that it had happened. 

You all made it out into the backyard as the house began to get stuffy and you were all itching for some fresh air. 

The sun had set and Tommy had a fire going with a firepit to keep everyone warm. Joel was inside helping Bill pack up some leftovers as he and Frank had to get going but you sat in a camping chair next to Elena and Sarah around the firepit, laughing softly at something Sarah had said about Tommy when they were prepping last night.

You stood to excuse yourself to get another blanket as he began to get chilly and began walking towards a pile in the back of the yard when all of a loud whistle shrieked up into the sky then a loud boom erupted. 

You immediately ducked and squatted out of instinct hearing the shriek, “Fuck…” and took cover hearing the loud boom behind the shed that was a few feet from you.

Before you could register what was going on you were taken right back to Delta 42 and the feeling you had when you were all running from the missile alarm.

Your heart began racing and your hands were shaking, eyes wide with fear, breathing shaky and quick.

Within seconds colors filled the sky, it was fireworks.

Your breathing was quick and uneven, you shut your eyes and leaned back against the shed, working through your breathing, trying to calm down, going over your exercises that you came up with in therapy, “Breathe… this isn’t what my mind is making it, I am safe…” you repeated to yourself.  

As soon as the boom happened Elena looked back to find you, knowing this could be a trigger for you but couldn’t see you. She stood, alert, instantly concerned, “¿Dónde está Y/N?” she asked Sarah.

Sarah looked around, saw her grandmother’s concern, and instantly connected the dots, “Shoot, umm… go get dad. I’ll look around.” 

Elena nodded and left to get Joel inside, another whistle and boom went off, and beautiful colors covered the sky above. 

The thing is, if you had known this would happen, if you had some warning, you would have been ok. You could have anticipated the loud noises, you could have told your brain what it was, but what happened, the surprise of it all, it incited something deep in you that you had no idea was a catalyst.

You told yourself mentally, ‘Maria had the loud noise triggers, she had the nightmares of the missiles and grenades, hitting near you and your group. Not you… you had night terrors of those you lost or couldn’t save, not this. Snap out of it.’

Hearing a second boom made you jump, you covered your head with your arms like something might fall on you and then moved to keep your head between your knees, hands on your head, you softly said to yourself, “Make it stop… please…” Now terrified, the second round making it worse. 

Sarah frantically started looking everywhere but could barely see anything in the damn dark, but when a third set went off and the flash lit up the yard, she spotted you and ran over, “Mom?” she leaned down and put her hand on your back, she could feel your body shaking with fear, “It’s ok mom… I’ll get help… I’ve got you…” she could tell you weren’t ok and looked around, then saw Joel, Maria, and Elena looking around as they came out of the backdoor, she shouted and waved her hand, “Over here!” 

Maria had nothing but concern on her face. She immediately ran into the house after the first one went off knowing you may react like this. She explained to Joel and Elena as they made their way over that Tommy wasn’t supposed to light them until you were fully aware. However, he had alcohol flowing through him and as Bill and Frank were on the way to their car, Bill saw a lighter and a bundle of fireworks. Let's just say he and Bill were trouble together when intoxicated and stupidly lit it before Maria could stop them or anyone could tell you what was going on. 

Elena had the same look on her features, she knew exactly what was going on. Tommy went through this when he got home and was upset he wasn’t more careful with you. 

Joel looked concerned, worried, mad, sad, and a bunch of other emotions the second his mom came in with the look she had on her face and urgency to get him to you.

He was mainly concerned that this was going to knock you ten steps back in what work you’ve done so far. You had just made it two weeks without a night terror and now for this to happen, he knew it would have repercussions, and that angered him deeply. 

He came over and knelt by Sarah, he heard you quietly say over and over to make it stop, he looked at Maria, eyes dark with anger, “Tell Tommy to take the damn hose to it. Now. Shut it down.” he touched your knees softly to offer some comfort or anchor for you as you had curled up, “I’m right here, mi vida… I got you.” he said softly, kissing your head softly.  

Maria nodded and ran back to the front to do exactly that. 

Elena knelt as well and looked at Joel, “¿Qué puedo hacer para ayudar?” (What can I do to help?) 

He shook his head and for once he didn’t know what to do to bring you comfort, “I don’t know… Mama, I don’t know what to do…” he sounded slightly panicked, racking his brain on what to do.

She touched his shoulder, “Hey… she’ll be ok, mi amor… let’s just wait for them to stop…” she comforted him. 

Another shriek went off, more intense this time and then two loud shrieks went off as two had gone off together. You pressed your hands to your ears to muffle the sound. Joel put his hands over yours to help block as much sound as he could. However, when the loud booms went off, your hands shook, beginning to hyperventilate, and then your body jumped with the loud crackles echoed the sky, “Please… make it stop…” you began to sob, looking up at him terrified. 

Joel pulled you close and kissed your forehead, keeping his hands on your ears, he was livid, this could have been avoided, but because of his brother’s drunken state, he’s now ruined your special night. 

He looked at his mom, “As soon as this damn thing is over get everyone to leave, she’ll need as little stimulation as possible.” 

She nodded and stood up, immediately ready to send everyone on their way. 

He looked to the sky to watch for more and then looked at Sarah, “Can you grab another blanket? She’s shaking…” 

She nodded and ran over to the spare blankets, grabbing a few, she ran back, putting them over you, one behind your back and over your shoulders and then one on your knees, “Here ya go mom… see? It’s going to be ok…” she knelt back by her dad and put her hand back on your back, rubbing it softly back and forth, trying to help comfort you. 

The fireworks seemed to stop and Elena took that as an opportunity, she whistled like she was herding cattle and smiled, “I think that’s a fabulous farewell for the night don’t you? Let's pack up and get home, leave the happy couple to enjoy their night, si?” she helped corral everyone inside to leave. 

Tommy and Maria came out to the back as everyone went in. 

As soon as Joel saw Tommy coming towards the group he clocked his eyeline and looked at him, anger emitting from him, shaking his head, warning him not to come over right now. 

Tommy immediately knew it was bad. He fucked up. He instantly felt himself sober up seeing the look in Joel’s eyes. He nodded and went back inside, sitting at the table waiting to apologize. 

Maria went in and also stayed with him, knowing Joel was most likely going to be upset with the both of them. 

Joel turned to you and kissed your head, “It’s stopped… no more fireworks… it’s over…” he kept his hands however over your ears as long as you needed them there. You leaned against him and nodded, feeling very overwhelmed, and embarrassed as well. 

You reverted to old habits and instinctively started to apologize, feeling that you ruined the night with your reaction, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t know… I’m so so sorry Joel…” you started to cry softly. 

Sarah looked at him and teared up at how sincere you sounded, you really thought this was your fault or that you had something to be sorry for. Joel shook his head and kissed your head over and over, “Shh… no it’s not your fault. No apologies are needed… shh… just breathe for me… deep breaths.” he looked at Sarah sadly. 

She leaned her head against his arm and kept rubbing your back, “Yeah Mom… no need to be sorry, these types of things are scary for you, it’s ok to feel this way… what happened to you back there was scary. This isn’t something you’re expected to be ok with off the bat.” she spoke calmly and softly, tried to help in comforting you. 

You eventually calmed down after about ten minutes of waiting, making sure mentally you were in the clear. You removed your hands from your ears, hands still shaking, senses heightened, “Can we go inside?” 

Joel nodded and gently took your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing it gently, “Yeah baby, let’s get you inside…” 

He and Sarah helped you stand up and then walked with you inside, taking it slow as you still looked like a fearful animal that had been trapped, jumping or looking back at every little sound, clearly on high alert. 

You managed to get inside and Tommy stood from the table with Maria, eyes sad, he went to say something when Joel cleared his throat gently, stopping him from speaking, “Sarah, will you take her upstairs and help her get ready for bed? I’m going to say goodnight to Tommy and Maria.” he softly smiled at Sarah, trying to keep his cool as seeing his brother made his blood boil.

Tommy let his head hang low and messed with his shirt, he knew he was going to get an earful from Joel.

Maria also sadly looked down, messing with her cuticle, nervous but completely understanding about what was about to be said from Joel.

They both were reckless in handling this, not running it by either of you to even make sure the fireworks were ok, they knew better. However, when it came to Joel’s anger, it was more towards Tommy as he was the one that lit the damned things.  

Sarah knew what was about to happen and nodded timidly, “Yeah, ok… I can do that. I’ll stay with her until you get upstairs…” She softly smiled and took your hand, “Come on, let's go get our pajamas on… yeah?” 

You were somewhat disconnected but managed to nod, following her as she took you upstairs. 

Joel watched from the bottom of the stairs and as soon as the bedroom door closed he looked at the two of them, eyes fueled with nothing but anger and frustration, fists balled, but before he could say anything his mom cleared her throat, softly speaking up.

“Recuerda que ustedes dos son familia, hijo…” (Remember you two are family, son…) She softly used her hand to touch his shoulder, aiming to calm him down.

Joel looked at his mom and sighed, frustrated, then back at them, “What the hell were you two thinkin’ doin’ fireworks?” he bit out.

Neither of them answered, they had no good answer.

Joel scoffed, “Y tú, bastardo borracho, ¿de verdad crees que prender fuego a cosas y beber es una buena combinación? Anythin’ coulda happened, Tommy!” (And you, you drunk bastard, you really think lighting things on fire and drinking is a good mix?) he raised his voice just a little. 

Tommy nodded and looked at Joel, “I agree, it was stupid and reckless… and Joel, you know me, I didn’t do this purposely… I… I feel like shit knowing I did it at all…” he looked up towards the stairs, “That I did that to her… fuck… Joel, I’m so sorry.” he sighed and hung his head back down. 

Maria looked up at him and cleared her throat softly, “I’m sorry too… the fireworks were my idea, I thought they’d be fun and I just… it was a huge fumble on my part too. I should have spoken to her and asked triggers first.” she swallowed nervously, “We are both very sorry…” 

Joel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know you’re sorry, I can tell that by the way you both are lookin’ at me with those damn puppy dog eyes like Sarah did when she was a toddler…” he scoffed, “I just… I…” he looked at his mom and she nodded, telling him to be honest, open up to what he was feeling with them. 

He looked at them and sighed heavily, “I don’t know what to do now… I’m mad because this wasn’t supposed to happen… she’s supposed to be happy, feel safe, feel protected here in her own damn home… today wasn’t supposed to end like…” he could feel anger boil up so he turned away, grabbing the edge of the counter to ground himself.

“Today wasn’t supposed to end on a bad note… I get it. Again, I’m so sorry Joel. What can I do? I’ll do anything…” he said softly, “I’ll go talk to her… tell her what happened…” he offered. 

Joel shook his head and snapped, “No.” he looked at his brother and his jaw clenched, “I need ya’ll to leave. Just… go home…” he sadly looked at Maria and then at the floor, feeling himself tear up from utter frustration and disappointment. “I need to take care of my fiance and right now that doesn’t include apologies and excuses from you, Tommy.” 

Tommy nodded, feeling like he was going to be in the dog house with at least Joel for a long time, “Yeah… I get it. I uh… we’ll call tomorrow to check in, yeah?” 

Joel nodded, “Yeah, callin’ will be fine.” he had his hands on his hips, looking at the edge of the counter to avoid looking at the two of them. 

He took a minute then came over and kissed Elena’s cheek, “Can you stay in the guest room? It’s too late for you to drive back…” 

She nodded and touched his cheek, “I’ll walk them out, you go up to bed. I’ll lock up, si?” she looked up at him concerned but supportive. 

He nodded and headed up the first few stairs, before turning around and looking at Tommy and Maria, who were putting their jackets on, “I uh… I just want ya’ll to know that I am just feelin’ a lot right now, and I know she’s feelin’ more… I’m just overwhelmed but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less or that I’m not grateful for what you both did by putting this party together… I just… we need time, that’s all.” 

Tommy looked up and nodded, “Please express to her how sorry I am… I… I feel so fuckin’ stupid. I’ve been where she is in recovery and I just… I feel like shit.” he teared up. He felt horrible, truly horrible this happened. 

Joel saw his brother get choked up and came down the stairs and embraced him, hugging him, “I know you didn’t mean it, and I know she’ll know that already too.” he pulled back and put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I’ll call Diane in the morning and see what I can do to help, let you know if there’s anything you can do either… but it’ll be ok. I’m just very protective of her, you know?” he looked at Maria, knowing Tommy was the same with her. 

Tommy chuckled softly and reached back, taking Maria’s hand, “Yeah, I know… me too.” 

Joel nodded and softly smiled, “I’ll call you tomorrow mornin’, just get home safe, yes?” 

Tommy nodded and patted Joel’s arm softly, “We will.” then he and Maria walked out the front door with Elena shortly after. 

Joel sighed softly and walked up the stairs then gently knocked on the door before coming in, he found you and Sarah asleep on the bed, holding hands and facing each other. 

He went to close the door to go check on some things downstairs when Sarah perked up sleepily, whispering, “Dad?”

He opened the door and hummed, whispering, “Everything ok?” 

Sarah nodded, “She was askin’ for you… wanna switch?” 

Joel nodded and softly smiled, “Yeah, let’s switch…” 

He left the door cracked and came over to his side of the bed, taking his shoes off. 

Sarah slowly slid her hand out of yours, careful not to wake you, and slid off the bed, she stretched and looked at Joel, “Is Abuelita staying in the guest room?” she whispered. 

He nodded, “Yeah, it’s too late for her to drive home.” 

She nodded and smiled softly, “I’ll go check and make sure she doesn’t need anything, but I’ll see you in the morning.” she kissed his cheek as he started unbuttoning his shirt and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her softly. 

You stirred in your sleep hearing the door close and then felt no one by you and shot up. 

Joel softly said your name to let you know he was there and you breathed a sigh of relief, laying back down, “You coming to bed?” you said quietly. 

He smiled and nodded as he took off his pants and got into bed, wrapping you softly in his arms, and pulling the bedsheets over you both. 

You moved and laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, you whispered, “What happened…” 

Joel softly drew his fingers up and down your back, kissing your head, pausing for a moment thinking of what to say before he just told the plain truth, “Tommy and Bill were a little drunk and lit the damn fireworks before Maria had a chance to run inside and let us know. They both feel horrible.” he kissed your head again. 

You nodded and softly hummed, then sighed heavily, your mind racing. 

He could tell you were elsewhere mentally as you usually were after triggering events, “What’s going on in your head, my love?” he softly asked. 

You shook your head and bit the inside of your cheek, “Nothin’ worth talkin’ about, especially now it’s over.” you said softly, feeling overwhelmed by what you had going through your head.

You were starting to feel like a burden, too heavy for those around you. You felt like you were constantly being knocked ten steps behind with things like this happening, little triggers, little moments of weakness.

The little voice in the back of your head jabbed that knife in deep, wreaking havoc, tearing everything down, tainting it with insecurity. Screaming at you, ‘It keeps happening- the airport, the nightmares, the restaurant, now tonight. It’s supposed to be the one night when things were supposed to be good and cheerful and perfect and because of you and your stupid fucking trauma it ended like this.’

Joel’s hand stopped on your back and his head rose off the pillow to look down at you, “Hey, that’s not true… what’s going on?” 

You sighed frustrated by your trauma, and shook your head, turning around to lay away from him, “Joel… just… please leave it.” you curled up into a ball and tears silently fell down your face as you felt the weight of everything crashing down, old habits distancing yourself.

‘He’s going to get tired of you. One day he’ll wake up and realize you’re too much. He’s going to find someone that isn’t damaged, who doesn’t have so many goddamn scars.’ your mind taunted. 

Joel had never seen this side of you, one that won’t let him in. The disconnection and numbness were consuming you before his eyes. 

He rolled over and gently touched your arm, “I don’t know what you’re goin’ through up in that beautiful head of yours… but you have me, I’m right here and I’m not leavin’... I’m here to stay.” he reached over and kisses your shoulder softly, trying to connect with you. 

“Why?” you said simply, just above a whisper.

“Why what?” he asked confused. 

“Why do you stay… why do you…” your voice broke, “I’m so much.” 

Joel immediately wrapped you in his arms and pulled you against him, “Hey… you don’t ever think that you’re too much, do you understand me?” he kissed the back of your head and your shoulder, keeping his lips on you. 

You closed your eyes and tears fell down your cheeks, you took a shaky breath in, “I just feel like one day it’s going to be too much…” 

Joel rubbed his thumb against your skin, and teared up hearing how you felt, “Do you think I love you any less when these things happen?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know… I just know that half the time my anxiety tells me that but I shove it down… but what if it’s right...” you said quietly.

Joel nuzzled his nose into your hair and whispered, “I can tell you that when these things happen, moments where you are scared or hurting, it makes me want to love you more so that I can maybe take away some of the pain.” he kissed your hair softly, speaking up a little louder but still softly, “Your pain will never take away from my love.” 

You swallowed and nodded, keeping your eyes closed, starting to breathe a little more evenly. There were a few moments of complete silence before you opened your eyes and turned in his arms to face him, he looked down at you and you gently touched his cheek, looking at his eyes, the both of you not needing to say a word, understanding exactly what was being said. 

You leaned your head against his and kept your hand on his cheek, holding him as close as you could to yourself, telling that stupid little voice in the back of your mind that he wasn’t going anywhere and neither were you. 

You both closed your eyes and relaxed, but you slowly drifted off to sleep as he gently rubbed your back with his thumb and gently and ever so softly humming songs of love and devotion to keep you peacefully asleep wrapped in the protection of his arms.

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ᯓ SPILLED | 리키

PAIRINGS. bestfriend!riki x drunk!reader

GENRE. fluff

WARNINGS. drinking, puking

SYNOPSIS. you went to a party, specifically some popular girl's birthday. you wanted to go, but feared being overwhelmed by the loud music and crowded atmosphere. so your bestfriend, riki, accompanies you.

THE MUSIC PLAYED LOUDLY amongst the speakers surrounding the place. the popular girl, bea, definetely had a big house. there were people everywhere, you were sure she'd invited the whole senior & junior students.

riki stayed behind your back, protecting you from whoever dares. his black leather jacket hung loosely on your shoulders, you were wearing a red off-shoulder dress that was mid-length. you didn't expect it to be cold.

you started to take a few shots, have small talks with old friends here and there. you were always a small-drinker. not really having the high tolerance for alcohol, though riki was the opposite— he stayed on the low number. just so he could still be sane enough to drive you both home. and take care of you.

many many talks later, you've had about 5 shots, more than your usual. your vision is a little blurry, and your mind is definitely haywire.

riki noticed you're already drunk, tucking a strand behind your ear, “____, that's enough. yeah?”

you hum, staring at his eyes. “you're pretty,”

riki chuckles, patting your head. “mhm. you're definetely drunk,”

he grabs your wrist gently, leading you out of the crowd into a more, private space. it was a guest room. he lead you there just incase you needed to puke, you always did.

you both sat at the edge of the bed in silence, his thumb tracing little circles on your palm. “you feel any sick yet, hm?”

you gently shake your head, looking up at him. suddenly your eyes both freeze on eachother, “ki,” you breathed, “hm?” he muttered. you took a few seconds before saying, “I think.. I like you,”

riki paused, his heart starting to palpitate. you both made eye contact, examining closely as if you've never seen eachother so closely. he doesn't believe it. this is just some drunk-words you'd forget you've mentioned once you become sober. but, he cant helo his pupils that slowly lower to your lip, you noticed. you start to lean in, feeling your heart pump.

he does too. but as the gap shortest, he giggles. pulling away. “not now, okay? maybe when you're sober and actually want to kiss me.”

it stings a little in his heart, he did want to kiss you, god, for a while now. you never knew he loved like you. but he stopped himself, not wanting to take advantage of you, nor steal your first kiss. also, he knew you didn't like him. this was all just a thing you probably did because you're drunk. (right?)

suddenly, you feel this sickening pool in your stomach. you cover your mouth and storm to the bathroom, kneeling infront ot of the toilet. he slowly followed after, chuckling lightly and holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you puked your guts out.

you finished puking, swiping your thumb over your lip and wiping it on the towel. your head start to ache a little less, but it's still there.

as you stood up, riki rubs small circles on your temple to relieve the pain. you hum. “you wanna go home?” you nod.

༝༚

the rays seep through the blinds, straining your half-lidded eyes awake. you stir up, rubbing your eyes as you turn to your side, still dressed in the same red gown as the night before, you turn to your left, riki still sleeping soundly beside you with a long distance. you always loved how riki respected your space. even if you've been bestfriends since you learned how to walk, he never crossed that line.

not long after, he slowly woke up too, seeing you beside him already awake, but still half asleep made him chuckle.

“mmh you had plenty last night,” riki's morning voiced sounded through the room.

you giggled. “how many?”

he raised his hand. dang, a 5? you've never that much. you knew you puked. just the way your breath smells right now says it all.

“did I do anything out of pocket?” you ask, he shook his head. then paused,

“there is one thing..”

you looked at him, waiting

“you told me you like me,”

the birds a little quieter now. the lights of the sun highlighting his features. all that's left is the silence between the two of you.

“what if I meant it?”

he smiled. that smile that made you fall for him in a million different ways. a smile that makes your heart melt. “then kiss me like you mean it too.”

you giggled. pecking his lips in a soft, gentle kiss. he smiled. you pulled away, chuckling a little after.

that voice, your voice. was what made him love you. it was just one in those hundred reasons, but it was definitely one of his favorite.

you spilled your guts, but maybe spilling a secret accidentally wasn't so bad.

© work of saoirsezz | sho

SHO'S NOTE. this is officially my fav work. I WISH ALL MEN WERE LIKE THIS (I miss riki, my man)

[cheeseatlantic]

for the brattiest bunny to finish this up!! xx

LACE & GAMES

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem reader (Guess)

The house was alive with the chaotic pulse of the party, loud music, laughter, and the clinking of bottles filling the air. You were supposed to be mingling, enjoying the chaos Soap had invited everyone to, but your eyes kept drifting to one place: Simon fuckin’ Riley.

He was leaning against the doorframe, watching everything unfold with that trademark stoicism of his. Despite his usual detached nature, you knew better. You could feel his gaze, dark and intent, following every move you made.

The night had been full of teasing, flirting—everything you two had done back and forth for months now—but tonight? Tonight was different. There was a new tension hanging between you two, something unspoken. It made the air feel thicker.

You weren’t about to let him keep all the control, though. If anything, tonight was the night you were going to flip the script. You’d been playing your own game, slipping on the thong he’d bought you the last time he’d been deployed to Tokyo. The memory of him picking it out for you, making sure it would drive him crazy when he saw it, had you grinning to yourself as you joined the crowd, your hips swaying with the rhythm.

You could practically feel his eyes on you. You barely had to look over your shoulder to know where he was. But when you finally did catch his gaze, he was staring with an intensity that made you flush. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

You gave him a smirk, walking casually toward the kitchen, your body moving in time with the music. When you were close enough, you leaned in, just enough to speak in his ear. “Guess what I’m wearing tonight,” you whispered, the words like a challenge on your lips.

Simon’s hand, which had been resting on the edge of the counter, flexed slightly, fingers curling into a fist before he caught himself. His lips pressed together, but you could see the flicker of something—amusement, arousal, impatience. “What are you playing at, love?” he murmured back, low and steady.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you casually placed a hand on his chest, giving him a little shove as you walked away again, making sure the back of your dress brushed against him just enough for him to feel the faintest sting of the lace against his arm. You were pushing him—letting him know you were wearing it. The thong. The one he’d bought for you.

“Why don’t you take a guess?” you called over your shoulder with a wink.

He didn’t reply right away, but you knew he was taking in every little detail. When you reached the doorway, you could feel his presence looming behind you, his body close but not yet touching. His breath was warm against your neck when he finally spoke.

“You really think you can walk away like that?” His voice was deeper now, gravelly.

You turned to face him, crossing your arms with a playful grin. “What’s the matter, Simon? Can’t handle the tease?”

He didn’t answer in words. Instead, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a firmness that sent a thrill up your spine. Before you could react, he pulled you close, his other hand landing on your hip. His lips barely brushed your ear as he muttered, “I’ve been waiting all night to see if you’d actually wear it.”

A shiver ran through you at the realization that he knew exactly what you were talking about. It was dangerous, thrilling, and utterly Ghost—always playing the game but never letting anyone get the upper hand for too long.

“Guess you were right, love,” he said, his voice rough, his lips curling into a half-smile. “You’re wearing it.”

His grip on you tightened slightly, and before you could protest, he tugged you further into the hall, away from the noise of the party. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the atmosphere shifted entirely. You were both alone now, the heat of the room suddenly becoming suffocating.

You knew exactly what he wanted, and tonight, you were going to make him work for it. But not without a little bit of fun first.

“Been a long time, hasn’t it?” you said, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes as you stepped closer to him. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t wear it.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed, and before you knew it, he was pressing you against the wall, his body hard and unyielding as he leaned down. “Don’t ever make me wait that long again.”

His lips found yours then, hungry and desperate, a stark contrast to the casual demeanor he’d kept in the crowded house. The kiss was deep, feverish, and full of everything you had been building all night—the power play, the teasing, the undeniable chemistry.

And when his hand slid down your back, resting just a little too close to where that lace clung to your skin, you could feel the moment shift. It wasn’t about games anymore. It was about need.

The house party? It could wait. Tonight, it was just the two of you—intense, charged, and absolutely unstoppable.

[thollandsgirl2013]

Could you do one where the reader is generally really shy and anxious but around tom or peter, she's herself openly

Hope I wrote it correctly, its really short.... Thanks for requesting!

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𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, introvert! Reader

Summary → Peter's your safe place.

(gif not mine)

The cafeteria was loud—louder than usual. The buzz of overlapping conversations, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter made your head spin. You hated crowds. The sheer amount of people, the noise, the pressure to navigate social situations—it was exhausting. You kept your head down, gripping your lunch tray tightly, your heart hammering in your chest. You wished you could disappear.

But then you spotted him.

Peter Parker, sitting at your usual table near the window, already looking at you. The moment your eyes met, he smiled—warm, familiar, safe. The tightness in your chest eased. Your feet moved on their own, weaving through the chaos, straight to him.

"Hey, Y/n/n! There’s my favorite person," Peter greeted, scooting over to make room for you.

You sat down with a soft sigh, placing your tray in front of you. "You always say that," you murmured, but there was no real complaint in your voice.

"Because it’s always true," he shot back, grinning. "Rough morning?"

You poked at your food, hesitating for only a second before sighing. "Mrs. Thompson made me answer a question in front of the whole class."

Peter winced. "Yikes. Did she at least pick something easy?"

You shook your head. "Nope. It was about the Industrial Revolution, and my brain just... shut down. Everyone was staring, and I could feel my face burning. I swear I forgot how to speak English for a second."

Peter laughed softly, nudging your shoulder. "I bet you did fine."

"You weren’t there. It was a disaster."

"You know what’s a disaster? Me trying to cook," Peter said, leaning in conspiratorially. "Last night, I thought I could make grilled cheese, and somehow, I set off the smoke alarm. May banned me from using the stove for a week."

You snorted, unable to help the small laugh that escaped you. "You set bread on fire?"

"Apparently, I have a talent for it," he said, looking proud of himself.

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head, but you were smiling. Around Peter, it was easy. The anxiety that normally weighed you down seemed lighter. You could talk freely, ramble without overthinking every word.

Peter rested his chin on his hand, watching you with an affectionate smile. "You know, I love hearing you talk."

Your face heated instantly. "Why?"

"Because you’re quiet around everyone else, but with me, you’re yourself." His voice was soft, genuine. "I like that."

You stared at him, feeling a lump form in your throat. He always did this—said things so effortlessly that made your heart squeeze. "I—um." You cleared your throat, focusing on your tray. "It’s just… You never judge, so, I feel safe with you."

Peter’s smile widened. "Good. Because I’d fight off all the scary teachers and public speaking assignments for you if I could."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest remained.

Safe. That’s what Peter Parker was to you. Safe.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the best feeling in the world.

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[confusionism]

“I highly doubt that,” he replies, breathing out a little laugh. “I think they were just happy for the challenge,” because he imagines that getting Anna ready is like simple clockwork, whereas they’re still learning the basics about Aiden… Like the darker tone of his skin, and how his bottom is rounder than those looking at the rest of his frame would expect. Seriously. Thank God they’re experts at finding extra space in repurposed clothing; his pants wont look painted on tight. He makes it known: “Proud of my ass, and proud it’s yours.”

Not that she needs the reminder. He’s already asked if he can keep the suit, to give her a little private show of it later. Simply put, some things needn’t be said aloud any longer.

“Shake hands. Smile. Summer.” She’s got a point about the alliterations. “I’ll do my best, coach. Don’t worry too much about me.” Firstly, he’s got the perfect look to fuel the ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ vibe. With the extra tips from a verified, social expert, he’s as confident as he is walking onto the pitch after the completion of a new training regimen. Like, yeah, there’s always the possibility of failure, but he won’t go down without a fight. That determination is as clear as day when he says, “Thanks again. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Reassurance for both of them.

After locking up, Aiden makes it a point to take the stairs down, to grant him one final moment of peace and privacy before getting swept into the rest of the night. He greets the driver with firm politeness, then slides into a cushy seat that could rival the rides he’s seen to championship games. Are they sure this is complimentary? It’s even got a stocked minibar, one he pulls a small bottle of water and a pack of mixed nuts from. The water, he downs, while the pack he tucks into his pocket. Just in case.

By the time he arrives, a fair portion of the invited crowd is present, either lost itself in the h’ors doeuvres being shuttled around the reception area or settled into their assigned seats in the grand ballroom. Unsurprisingly, he has a strategy. It’s the same as always. Follow directions and establish himself among the latter part of the crowd— except everyone else seems to have different plans.

And so, Aiden Fitzgerald mingles.

At least, he tries. He’s lost in a sea of flash, from giant cameras and phones alike, and although it’s only ten minutes until the main service begins, his head’s already starting to spin. The saving grace is the presentation ceremony. If there’s another thing that rich people love going on about, it’s themselves, and anyone else who happens to help with maintaining that top-of-the-world state of being. Aiden focuses on his food — some kind of deconstructed selection that looks more like a toddler’s plate — and revels in the lack of needing to answer anything, anyone.

If you ask him, it doesn’t actually matter that the food is mid as hell; the hour passes far too quickly, and he’s back on his feet listening to someone else talk about an interest in sports investments. Yes, it’s in line with his work, but it’s not actually. What have the plays got to do with a big return on odds? Aiden bites the tip of his tongue. He won’t scold anyone about the inherent stupidity of gambling. Not tonight, and not here.

Maybe now’s a good time to excuse himself to the restroom? And yet, before he can, the speed of celebrity interest scoops him up. This time, it’s some kind of television producer, introducing himself with an interest in featuring Chelsea in a big, introspective limited series. There’s a mention of how ‘great’ Aiden would look, actually having the cameras pointed at him ‘for longer than just a second’s look at the sidelines.’ Something about ‘heroics’ and ‘theatrics.’ It’s the kind of pitch that the big shot has practiced a thousand times, and yet Aiden doesn’t look any closer to being convinced. In fact, he pulls the old distraction out of Anna’s book, the one that keeps working tonight, for some ridiculous reason. “Where’s, uhm… Do you have any plans for this summer? Or, like— any recommendations?”

Is he blushing because of her slew of heartfelt compliments, or because she'd just complimented his package minutes before? Either way, Anna would happily track every moment of the 'Aiden Fitzgerald makeover montage' if it means getting to this result. "Well, it helps when you're magic, too. Also - rave reviews from the whole team. They may just like you more than me." It doesn't come lightly; Petra and the team may be bright and kind, but they have high standards of who they work with. Mainly - not pricks with giant egos, like Anna's last ex. Petra's words, not hers.

"We're asses for alliteration, aren't we?" Honestly, she's unbothered, especially when she can proudly be one of two cufflinks priming his look together. Aiden stands tallers, looks brighter, and it makes Anna want to reach across the screen and touch him. Not an unprecedented impulse either. "You can, but really, your joggers make your ass look insane." Very squeezable. Anna has to remember Chelsea's a place of work. "In case you didn't know." She suspects he does; Aiden's got assets to be proud of.

"Hey," Anna says, softly this time as she politely steps into the aisle. A subtle smile at those who peer over, awash with recognition. "It's just one night. Shake some hands. Smile politely. Oh! Ask people where they plan to summer. Rich people can go on about that." Which gives Aiden a chance to breathe, and maybe look for friendlier company. No underestimating rich people's ego, that's for sure. Anna hears the echo of Petra's voice, undoubtedly ushering the team out the door. Likely leaving their pixie dust (aka beauty tools and balms), but still.

"Nah, it's alright. It's the other way and you can't be late." He has to make it there at the sweet spot - fashionably late, not atrociously late. "Besides," she adds with a little wink, finally stepping off the plane. "There's no running from Petra after she's poured her styling heart into you." Hence Anna's heartbroken body shlepping through fashion week. Regardless - "You know what babe, I gotta run." Literally - she's gearing up for a sprint, a half-finaggled chance of making it to the party. "No foods with spinach in it. White wine or whiskey, nothing red until dinner - or else your lips can get a little red."

"And no crazy dance moves until after dinner."

[drawballa]

Shield & Shelter - Chapter 12 (5/6)

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