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no one can stop you from saying "San Fran," but please know that every time a Californian reads it they take 50pts of psychic damage
#posts I created#you can call it SF or San Francisco#but not San Fran or Frisco#that's deranged#(also Frisco is a city in Texas)#no one who has lived here for longer than a month would ever ever say that#like again I can't stop you. but I can block you#if you are writing something that takes place in CA#and someone who lives in CA says that I will close your story and never finish reading it#if you live in the Bay Area you might call SF 'the city'#you *might* call Oakland 'the town' but it's not likely in my experience YMMV#mostly we just say. San Francisco. Oakland. Berkeley. Marin. etc#on the other hand if you want to signal or shorthand 'tourist'#then sure have a character say it#(I will still take 50pts psychic damage though đ
)#PS: Otis Redding is the one exception#Otis Redding you're amazing and can call SF whatever you want#Otis Redding I miss you
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Roomie!sukuna doesn't even get horny for anyone other than you anymore. You have the wettest, nastiest pussy he's ever seen- and he deserves the best so nobody but you will do. You're fucking so many other fine men now that you dont even give him a second glance when he walks out the shower in just a towel to tease you. And oh, his temper when one of your hookups pick you up and you don't come home for the weekend. Or even worse, they stay for the weekend. Sukuna has never let a girl sleep over at the apartment but now there are two colognes in the bathroom, two pairs or men's shoes at the door, and he can almost never see you in the living room without some other man hanging off your side
read the other parts here! : part 1 part 2 part 4
heâs literally so embarrassingggg itâs not even funny. heâll walk around and flex his muscles, smirk on his puffy lips as the water drips down his ripped torso. he stands outside your open door, youâre looking down at your phone deciding on whether to spend the night at chosoâs or nanamiâs (pick choso, nanami gets up at like 5 am đ), âshowers empty..â sukuna basically purrâs, resting his arm on the doorway.
and you literally could not give less of a fuckđ
you just nod, mumbling a âthanksâ as you focus on putting both their names in a generator and letting that choose your fate for the night. letâs just say sukuna was extremely angry when a motorcycle pulls up and you just giggle and hop onto it, kissing the stupid leather clad boy while throwing on the custom bikers helmet choso had made for you. and to top it off, sukuna had to physically restrain himself from blowing up your phone on where the fuck you are??
messages;
ryo<3: didnât see you this morning
you: iâm staying with choso for the weekend! sorry, shouldâve told you last night:/
you: i also wonât be home after wednesday satoru is taking me to this festival! iâll send picsđ
ryo<3: have fun đ
omfg heâs losing it. he literally will spend the whole time in the gym, refusing to be in the empty apartment for longer than eight hours for sleep. he feels like thereâs a cement brick in his chest when youâre whisked away by these men. but nothing is worse than when he stays over.
he being satoru.
it was becoming a huge issue. his longest âsleepoverâ was a week. a week where you werenât even home for half of it. but sukuna was. he was there for all of it.
there was now a third toothbrush taking up countertop space in the bathroom, he would find satoruâs clothes in the wash (which would always somehow be in there whenever ryo specifically had to use it??), and gojo absolutely loved to make out with you everywhere but inside of your room and sukuna started to hated it. publicly claiming you in front of the guy who literally made it possibleđ unbelievable.
letâs just say you take a break from bringing satoru over, doing your best to settle the tension at home. but sukuna couldnât let it go, not when he stares at the stupid fucking blue electric toothbrush and knows that itâs only temporary.
at this point he didnât even give a fuck about the other guys, you can keep them as long as heâs added onto your roster.
itâs been a while since the two of you had a movie night. something that used to, at the very least, happen once a month has been delayed due to your extra activities. the two of you relaxed into the couch, the movie was a random one you found choosing whatever looked the best by cover and for the first time in a while, sukuna felt like he had you.
âdid you buy the candy?â
âshit, yeah. i think i left it in my room?â
âgo get it while i make the popcorn!â you smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling excitedly. you looked so cute and soft, and ryo got a glimpse of your cute pink panties when you bent over to grab something so he was feeling just as good. he could already picture the little damp spot heâd create after teasing you and then force you to beg and make it up to him.
he thought about it the whole walk to his room, picking up the bag and then back to the living room, fantasizing about what he plans to do. and just as heâs about to turn the corner, a head of white fluffy hair is laying on your lap, legs spread to take up the full length of the couch. and the only seat available? the one farthest from you.
âi hope you donât mind, satoru said he missed us!â
us⌠sukuna looked down at gojo, looking at the content quirk in his lip while he snuggled into you more, moving one of your hands into his hair to play with it. ryoâs eye twitched before he put the bag down and went back into his room, the door slamming behind him. the noise makes you force satoru up, a pit forming in your stomach. you didnât want sukuna to feel uncomfortable in his own houseâ
âdamn, whatâs he so mad abo- he got macha kitkats!? mmm~â
*bonus*
sukuna is literally in his room about to dry heave because??? what alternative version of himself gave him such bad karma?!? in his room like this;
but quietly, because he DEFINITELY doesnât want you to see him like this. such a feinđ¤Śââď¸
a/n: i didnât put smut because i didnât want to get repetitive BUT should we finally let sukuna get a taste?? part 4 where he finally gets her?? lmkđŤś
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#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#chubby reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk smut#gojo satoru#jujutsu satoru#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#jjk sukuna smut#sukuna smut#smut#ryomen sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna smut#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader#poc reader#jjk sukuna x reader#jjk choso#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk asks#anon ask#ask me anything
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Knowing
I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it.Â
Here is an AU for you.
Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?
Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padmeâs eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate. Â
Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldnât (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).
Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planetâs senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke.Â
Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.
The realization that this is Padmeâs child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs.Â
Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padmeâs daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia.Â
While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padmeâs tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how.Â
And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padmeâs daughter was the best option.Â
As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperorâs attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organaâs bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bailâs stress level). And then Vader gets to planning.Â
With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organaâs it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife). However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic. In fact, upon realizing that Padmeâs daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia. With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying).Â
Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.
By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vaderâs part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife. The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, wasâŚimpressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vaderâs personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom. It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off). Â
So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes.Â
It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away withâŚwhy yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her. Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge.Â
Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. âPleaseâ she said, no effort to hide her distress, âplease save my planetâ
Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet.Â
Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control.Â
So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them. Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.
Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them âYou have raised her wellâ). It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command. Somehow Lukeâs full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with âweâre here to rescue youâ) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before. Â
Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway âI feelâ he says to no one âa disturbance in the Force.â another pause âlike some shit has just hit the fanâ
Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, âweird, shit just gotâ
#star wars#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#star wars au#sheev palpatine#fanfiction prompt#anidala#leia organa#luke skywalker#bail organa#darth vader
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training partners (pt. 4)
summary: you meet ryan reynolds and shawn levy, and hugh does his best to keep your nerves at bay. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), smut (oral - m receiving), shower sex (unprotected p in v, hugh bends you over đŤŁ), dirty talk, hugh briefly calling you a "good girl", no use of y/n. word count: 8.5k a/n: wow, this got filthy real fast but idc lol - i need it to fulfill my fantasies lol (thank you to the anons and @celestiamour who gave me these ideas!). i promise the story is progressing, just needed this little chapter lol. little fun fact about me - i'm also an 'amateur' photographer (who does specialize in engagement shoots, but also love taking landscape / street photography pics) and i've always dreamt of being an on-set photographer so here's to me living out my dream through this story (if you guys ever wanna see my photographs, i'd be so down to post them here too!). this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman (it's the only way i can live out my fantasies of this man lol). prev part. - next part.
Hugh wasnât lying when he said his schedule would become much busier. Itâs been a couple of months since meeting him and while heâs been very busy, he stayed true to his word and prioritized making time for you. When you both werenât at the gym, he insisted on you staying at his place⌠and the man can be very convincing when he wants to be.Â
Heâs been traveling a lot and whenever he does get back, he goes straight to your apartment and spends the night. Youâve started to leave a few of your things at his house and heâs started to leave more of his things at yours. Even when heâs traveling and away from you, it never truly does feel like heâs gone. Physically, yes, but he makes time for you and it makes you feel special.Â
Hughâs heading back home today and youâre sitting on your couch, dressed in one of his t-shirts and panties with a throw blanket draped over your lap. You hear your phone go off and reach for it, seeing his name and the text he sends you: Coming up, baby. Canât wait to see you.Â
Youâre about to send a reply before you hear a knock on the door. You grin excitedly, tossing the blanket to the side and standing up, lightly jogging to the door. You swing it open and see him standing there, looking very tired, but still so handsome, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.Â
âHey, baby,â Hugh says, voice hoarse and low as he drops his duffle bag to step past the threshold and wrap his arms around your waist. He nuzzles his face against the side of your neck, letting out a sigh of relief.Â
You smile against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. âMissed you,â you whisper, kissing his cheek. âCome on in. Did you eat?âÂ
Hugh releases you and grabs his duffle bag, stepping back inside as you shut the door and lock it behind him. You follow him to your bedroom where he drops the bag on the floor near his side of the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you closer to him, to stand between his legs as he rests his forehead against your abdomen.Â
âNot hungry,â Hugh says, looking up at you and taking notice of the shirt youâre wearing. His gaze darkens as he runs his fingertips along the sides of your bare legs, biting his lower lip. âThis was a longer trip than intended,â he continues. âIâm sorry, love.â
Your fingertips stroke through his locks, eyes locked with his. âYou donât have to apologize. I understand. Itâs part of thisâŚâ you motion between the both of you. âPart of us.âÂ
âMm, howâd I get so lucky, huh?â Hugh asks, gripping your hips and pulling you onto his lap.Â
You gasp quietly, feeling his length pressing against your core. âHugh⌠Youâre tired, baby.â
âNever tired for you, and seeing you in my clothes just does somethinâ to me,â he whispers, leaning up to press his lips against the side of your neck. His beard has grown out, having heard him say multiple times that he needed to shave. You like it though, the salt and pepper look, the scruff and the feel of it against your skin. He knows just how to use it to get you excited. âAt least on my next trip, youâll be coming with me. I can have you every day.â His hands move further underneath the shirt, running up along your back.Â
âHugh,â you whimper, feeling his teeth graze against your neck. Gently, you place your hands on his shoulders and push him onto his back. Slowly, you roll your hips against him, letting out a quiet moan against the fabric of his jeans. âLet me take care of you tonight. Is that okay?âÂ
âWhatâd you have in mind, baby?â Hugh pulls back to look up at you, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he feels you press further against his hardening length.Â
Slowly, you climb off his lap and then sit up on your knees, biting your lower lip innocently. âLean against the headboard,â you tell him.Â
Hugh doesnât even hesitate. He scrambles on your bed and sits up, leaning back against your headboard. He reaches the end of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the side. Your mattress certainly isnât as big as his, but you both make it work. His hands move to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them quickly as his eyes take in your frame and the position youâre in. Youâre leaning forward on your hands, your tongue slowly darting out to lick your lower lip as your eyes move towards the center of his pants.Â
Hughâs exhausted and he knows he isnât going to last long, but he has missed you so much. He knows that this relationship is still new and not that many people know about it, but the more he leaves you, the more he realizes that he wants more of this. He wants everyone in the world to know that youâre his and while he wants to make sure youâre comfortable and move at your own pace, he canât help but feel excited to know that one day youâd both get there.Â
âTake off your pants,â you tell him, slowly crawling towards him as he parts his legs for you.
âI kinda like this side of you,â Hugh smirks, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs and tossing them over the bed. He groans at the relief in pressure, looking down at himself to see his manhood at attention. He reaches down and grasps himself, holding onto his base and tugging a few times.Â
You would never get over the sight of his manhood. So long and girthy, leaking at the tip, and hair at his base. Every time, youâre at a loss for words. Heâs so beautiful and you try to show some restraint, wanting so badly to just wrap your lips around his length and gagâ
âCome âere,â Hugh calls out, breaking you out of your thoughts. âTake that shirt off, baby.âÂ
You nod and sit up on your knees, pulling the shirt off your body, now only clad in your panties. Slowly, you then crawl towards him, settling yourself between his legs as you gently push away his hand to replace it with your own. Once you wrap your fingers around him, barely able to grasp him in one hand, Hugh lets out a groan. You lean down, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking the pre-come from his tip.Â
His large hand moves to your hair, holding it away from your face as he leans his head back against the headboard. âGod, baby,â Hugh moans.Â
Your tongue swirls around his tip as your hand strokes his base. You love doing this for him, just as much as he loves going down on you too. Just like him, youâre always so crazed and yearning for more. You feel Hughâs hand move to the back of your head, urging you to go further down his length. You slowly begin to bob your head and with each movement, going further and further until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat.Â
Hugh lets out a loud moan at that, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards for more. He hears you gag and he has to pull you away for a moment so that you can catch your breath, eyes gazing down at you as he sees tears stinging the corner of your eyes.Â
âSorry. I got carried away,â Hugh pants, his manhood throbbing for more. âI justâ You lookââ
âShh,â you interrupt him, placing your mouth back onto his cock and beginning to quicken your pace. Your head bobs up and down, going further until you feel the tip of your nose brush against the hair at his base. Heâs so deep in your mouth and youâve learned to relax your throat because the sounds that come out of him is something that you yearn for more of.Â
Hugh lets out a litany of curses under his breath, hand gripping your hair as he watches you. Your hand pumps him in time with your mouth moving along him and he shuts his eyes, head hitting the back of the headboard as a loud moan escapes his lips.Â
âBaby,â he growls, feeling the tightness build in his lower stomach. âBaby, Iâm about toââÂ
You interrupt him by lowering yourself until you hit the back of his throat again. You donât slow down and you donât make a move to pull away because you know that Hughâs close and you want nothing more than to taste him and swallow.Â
When Hugh realizes that you werenât going to pull away, itâs enough to make him reach his climax. He holds your head down against him as his hips slightly lift upwards. You pull inches away, your mouth still around his length, as you feel his come in your mouth. You open your eyes to look up at him, lips slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving, as he releases his spend.Â
You swallow immediately, tasting the salt of his release as you slow your movements. You continue to suck and stroke until he shudders, gently pulling you away from him as his manhood softens against his lower half.Â
You sit up on your knees and swallow again, licking your lips as you stare up at him. You wipe the fallen tears away from your eyes, lips swollen as you tilt your head at the sight of him. Hugh slowly opens his eyes and stares at you, a small smile lining his lips.Â
âThatâs a nice thing to come home to,â Hugh smiles, lowering himself on your bed and pulling you into his arms. âThat was amazing.âÂ
You smile, leaning up to kiss his shoulder. âI canât help myself sometimes. Youâre just soââ you stop yourself, biting your lower lip. âAnyway, Iâm glad youâre home.âÂ
âIâm glad Iâm home too, baby.â Hugh kisses the crown of your head and pulls you against his chest.Â
You try to pull away from him to grab the shirt from the floor, but he just pulls you back to him. âHugh,â you giggle.Â
âNo,â he smiles sleepily. âYou donât need a shirt.â
âWhat if I get cold?âÂ
âIâll warm you up,â he says softly, leaning over to kiss your temple. âI really did miss you, love.â Hughâs eyes slowly fall shut, feeling completely satisfied and relieved to be with you now.Â
âI missed you too, Hugh,â you respond, head resting against him. âGet some sleep, baby.âÂ
Hugh nods and within minutes, his snores begin to fill your small room.Â
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Hugh decides to stay at your apartment for the next few days and it gives you a glimpse of what a ânormalâ life would be like with him. You know that youâre set to meet Shawn and Ryan soon and as the day nears, you feel your nerves begin to settle in the pit of your stomach. You donât tell Hugh though, not wanting him to have to worry about you.Â
âSo,â you tell him, trying to think of anything else but the meeting with Shawn and Ryan. âI was thinking we can tell our trainer about⌠You know, about us.âÂ
Hughâs eyes light up, turning to look over at you. Youâre both sitting on your couch, his arm draped over the back of it as you snuggle against his side. âYeah?â Hugh canât help the excitement bubble within him. He knows youâre still a bit wary about this relationship, but if he had it his way, heâd let the whole world know youâre his. âAre you sure, baby?âÂ
You nod, looking up at him as an arm drapes over his midsection. âBesides, I think she already knows. Itâs not like you try to hide it when weâre at the gym.â
âMe?â Hugh playfully gasps, looking into your eyes. âYouâre the one who canât keep their eyes off of me.â
You roll your eyes. âOkay, we both know thatâs a lie,â you tell him, though, you know youâre only lying to yourself. Â
âIs it though, baby?â Hugh smirks, pulling you onto his lap as he looks up at you, hands resting on your thighs. âYou do this thing, and Iâm almost certain you have no idea youâre doing it.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that, hm?â
âYou bite your lower lip,â Hugh grins, bringing a hand up to run the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. âWhen your eyes zero in on my arms⌠especially when weâre doing biceps.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, bringing your arms to drape over his shoulders. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you say innocently.Â
âOh, so now we wanna act all innocent? You were all talk a minute there,â he chuckles, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.Â
âOkay, hush you,â you smile, burying your face against the side of his neck. He holds you like this for a few moments, but he can tell thereâs something else on your mind. He runs his hands along your back and up your shoulders, and back down to your waist. He can feel the tension in your shoulders, can hear the quiet sigh that escapes your lips, your breath fanning against the side of his neck.
âWhatâs up?â he asks quietly, slowly pulling you back so that he can look into your eyes. âWhatâs on your mind, love?âÂ
âNothing,â you tell him, shrugging a shoulder.Â
Hugh sighs. âYouâre a terrible liar, dâya know that?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âIâm not lying.âÂ
He lets out a quiet chuckle and brings a hand up to your cheek, gently cupping it. âTalk to me. What can I do to help ease that mind of yours?â
âHow do you know somethingâs bothering me?â
Hugh sighs, tilting his head. âYou know, Iâm very observant. Especially when it comes to you.âÂ
âAh, so you stare too.â
Hugh chuckles lightly, knowing that this is only your way of trying to lighten the mood. âWell, obviously, but thatâs besides the point. I donât know how I can ease that mind of yours if you donât talk to me, baby. We talked about this alreadyâŚâÂ
âI know,â you sigh. âI know. I just donât want to burden you with my problems andââ
âYour problems are my problems, baby,â Hugh says seriously. âLet me help you. Whatâs going on?âÂ
âIâm just nervous,â you tell him. âMeeting Ryan and Shawn⌠I just donât want to disappoint them and what if they realize that my work isnât even that great and then also, itâll be the first time Iâm meeting your friends andââ you ramble, feeling him lean in to peck your lips.Â
âOkay, first of all,â he says, pulling away. âYour work is absolutely amazing and they already know that. And second, as long as Iâm happy, thatâs all that matters to them. Just be you, baby. Thatâs what got me in the first place,â he smiles. âDonât try to be anyone else, but you. You make me happy and I havenât felt this way in a very long time. That means something to me.âÂ
You nod, looking deeply into his eyes. You can sense thereâs something else he wants to say because you also want to say it too, but itâs too early. Itâs only been a couple of months and you donât want to scare him away, but youâd be lying if you said that your feelings for him werenât getting any deeperâŚÂ
Because it was.Â
And youâre afraid to fall because you know that if you do, thereâs truly no going back.
âI justââ you sigh, leaning in to press your forehead against his. âI just want you happy.â
âI am happy, baby,â he replied quickly, lightly pecking your lips. âIâm happy with you, love. Youâll be okay,â he promises. âBesides, Iâll be there with you.â
You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly, burying your face against the side of his neck. Hughâs hands come up to your shoulders and he can feel a tremendous difference. Thereâs still some tension, but itâs certainly not like how it was before.Â
âOkay, I believe you,â you tell him, pulling back to look down at him. âShould we go get ready for the gym?âÂ
Hugh nods, standing up from the couch with you holding onto him. You smile down at him, legs wrapped around his waist as you lock your ankles together at his lower back. He holds you up against him, leading you down the hallway to your bedroom.Â
âIf I wasnât training to get back into shape for the Wolverine, Iâd take you right here,â he says quietly, leaning in to pepper kisses along your neck.Â
âWe literally had sex earlier this morning,â you tell him with a giggle, hands playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âDo you know what you look like?â Hugh says, gently setting you on your feet once you both get to your bedroom. âYou make me feel young again,â he teases.Â
âAh, right,â you tell him, grabbing the ends of the shirt youâre wearing and pulling it over your head, tossing it in his direction. âI forget youâre such an old man,â you tease, walking shirtless to your closet to change into your workout clothes.Â
Hughâs gaze darkens and he strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His hands come up to cover your breasts, kneading them into the pit of his palms. âHow about I just bend you over right across your dresser and justââ
âHugh!â you whimper pushing back against him. âWe have to get to the gym.â
Hugh grunts and then pulls away, turning you around so that he can look at your exposed chest. âFine,â he says with a huff. âBut after our workout, weâre coming back here and youâre gonna let me have my way with you.â
âOh, Iâm gonna let you, huh?â you grin, running your hands across his hardened chest.Â
âYeah, you are,â Hugh growls, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. âNow, go and get ready or else weâre never going.âÂ
You turn around to grab clothes and feel Hugh smack your backside, causing a gasp to escape your lips. You look over at him and heâs staring at you with a grin and winks in your direction before walking away to let you finish getting ready.
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You and Hugh are both halfway through your workout, both already drenched in sweat from yet another tough workout from your trainer. You get a brief break and walk up to your trainer, taking a deep breath. This will be the first person that youâll be telling about your relationship and youâre a bit nervous. It still feels surreal to say (or even believe) that youâre in a relationship with Hugh Jackman.Â
âHey you,â your trainer says, smiling in your direction. âGreat first half of the workout.â
âYeah right,â you laugh quietly, using your towel to wipe the sweat off your brow. âI felt like that just kicked my ass. Listen, I wanted to tell you something andâŚâÂ
A knowing grin lines her lips. âWhatâs that?âÂ
Your eyes narrow in her direction, tilting your head. âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âNo reason,â she chuckles. âWhat did you want to tell me?âÂ
You look over your shoulder at Hugh whoâs looking down at his phone and your eyes linger on his arms, especially his arms. When he looks up at you, he winks in your direction and you clear your throat, turning your attention back to your trainer. âSo, Hugh and I⌠Weâre in a relationship⌠Itâs still new, butââ
âI knew it,â she interrupts you with a larger smile. âYou guys donât make an effort to hide it, you know,â she laughs. âYou stare at him a lot.â
âOkay, letâs never tell him that because he wonât ever let me live it down if you do,â you laugh. âBut, Iâm really happy. Like extremely happy and Iâm afraid Iâm going to end up self-sabotaging it because I donât know what a healthy relationship looks like, but heâs⌠Heâs amazing.âÂ
âTake it day by day,â your train responds. âYou deserve a good man and Hughâs definitely one of the good ones. Let yourself be loved the way you deserve,â she tells you.Â
âThank you,â you reply, pulling her into a hug. âYou know just all the right things to say, you know that?âÂ
She hugs you tightly and then releases you, smiling at you. âLots of experience. Now, letâs get back to the workout.âÂ
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By the end of the work out, youâre lying on the mats trying to catch your breath. Youâre about to stand up before you feel Hugh hover above you in a high plank position, his hands resting above your head at shoulder-width distance.Â
âCare to motivate me to complete my finisher?â he grins, looking down at you as he tightens his core to keep himself upright.Â
âI donât think I can even move,â you chuckle, looking up at him. âThat workout wasââ
âDonât gotta move, baby,â he winks, pushing himself down in a push-up, chest hovering inches above yours as he leans down to peck your lips. âJust motivate me with your kisses, can you do that for me?âÂ
âThatâs gonna motivate you?â you tease. âAnd how in the hell are you holding this push-up position?âÂ
Hugh just chuckles and then pushes himself back up. âJust answer the question. Every time I come down, gimme a kiss. Seems easy enough, isnât it?âÂ
âIf I must,â you wink. âNow, come on then. Finish this last exercise so you can take me back home and have your way with me,â you repeat.Â
Hughâs eyes narrow, pushing himself down into a push-up. You meet him halfway and lean up to peck his lips before he pushes himself upright. He continues this for a few more reps, but youâre beginning to distract him because you bring your hands up his chest to his shoulders and down his flexed arms.Â
âI have one more set, baby, stop that,â Hugh says, pushing himself down and pecking your lips. He notices the look in your eyes and he can feel himself stirring within his shorts. âYouâre not helping me,â he chuckles.Â
âI think Iâm helping you plenty,â you reply. âBut are you helping me?âÂ
Hugh pushes himself down once more, but moves his head to the side of your neck as his lips brush against you. He feels you shudder against him and let out a shaky breath. He barely pushes himself back up as he moves to hover his lips closely over yours. âI will be after this.âÂ
âMmm, promise? Because all Iâve been able to think about is you bending me over andââ
Hugh growls and moves into a high plank once more. He looks down at you, watching as you bite your lower lip. He doesnât bother replying to you, wanting to just finish his last set of this exercise so that he can just take you back home.Â
âOkay, get on up and meet me in the car while I finish this.âÂ
âYou donât need me to motivate you anymore?â you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.
Hugh shakes his head and then stands up, reaching down to pull you on your feet. His hand darts out to rest on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. He has to remind himself that youâre both still at the gym and while your trainer isnât in the same room, he canât just take you here.Â
âGo to the car and wait for me there,â he repeats.Â
âOr⌠what?âÂ
Hugh lets out a low growl, gaze darkening. He steps closer to you, pulling you flush against him at the same time as his lips hover near your ear. He whispers quietly, voice laced with desire and it shoots straight to your core. âOh, baby, are we not gonna be a good girl today?â He nudges against you, hand dipping from your hip to move around your lower back, inching further to grasp your backside. âBecause Iâm sure you remember what happens when you ainât being good.âÂ
âBut, what if I like being bad?âÂ
âThen donât whine and beg for me to let you come,â Hugh says with a husky voice. You can feel chills wash over your body as you pull back to look up at him, eyes narrowing in his direction. âNow, meet me in the car. Iâll be there shortly.âÂ
You want to call his bluff, but you just want him so badly that you move away with a huff. âFine,â you tell him, turning around to grab your bag. He reaches for your hand for a moment, his touch soft and gentle in comparison to the words he just said as he pulls you back to him.Â
âGimme a kiss at least.â
âSo needy, so demanding,â you tell him, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips.Â
âYeah, weâll see whoâs needy later.â he replies almost instantly.Â
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The ride back to your apartment was quick. You can tell Hugh was trying to get back to your place in record time. His right hand remained on your upper thigh, but throughout the entire ride, he didnât say anything. You know where his mind had drifted to, what he was probably thinking because when you reached over to rest your own hand on his thigh, he just grabbed your wrist and pushed it away.Â
âNo, baby,â was all he said. The moment he pulls into his parking spot at your apartment complex, he quickly climbs out to grab your bags from the trunk. You step out of the car and begin walking towards your door, looking over your shoulder at Hugh whose eyes are staring directly at you.
And once inside your apartment, Hugh drops both of your bags and shuts the door with his foot. The moment you both remove your shoes, Hugh is on you. His arms wrap around your waist, head dipping down to press light kisses on the side of your neck. He pulls you flush against him and he hears you gasp, knowing that you can feel his hardening length beneath his shorts.Â
âHughâŚâ you whimper, arms snaking around his shoulders. âCan weââ
âShh,â Hugh interrupts, lifting you in his arms as you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. He begins walking down the hallway towards your bedroom until he feels your lips on his neck, gently biting down and sucking on the skin afterwards.Â
Suddenly, Hugh stops and turns you so that your back is pressed against the wall. He pulls back to look at you, grabbing your hands and pressing them roughly against the wall above your head. Your legs remain tightly wrapped around him, rolling your hips slowly as you yearn for friction, yearn to feel more of him.Â
Hughâs gaze is filled with lust as he stares at you, gripping your wrists as he leans forward, nose nudging against yours. âI should punish you for not listening to me earlier, for teasing meâŚâ Hugh says, his breath fanning against your lips.Â
âBut?â you ask, tilting your head as you squeeze him closer to you. âBut youâre too nice and wonât do that, right?â you smile, letting out a quiet giggle.Â
Hugh shakes his head and rests his forehead against yours. âYouâre really testing me, arenât ya? And you know exactly what youâre doinâ.â
âI have an idea,â you tell him, leaning in to gently nip at his lower lip. âHow about we take a shower and⌠and see what happens?âÂ
Hugh lets out an involuntary groan, just thinking and imagining bending you over in your shower or even just holding you up in his arms like this while the water cascades down your bodies. He suddenly sets you back onto your feet, releasing your wrists as he looks down at you.Â
âLead the way then, baby.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask excitedly, eyes lighting up in anticipation. Without waiting for him to reply, you grab his hand and lead him towards your bedroom and into the connected bathroom. Once inside, you release your hold on him and lean over the tub to let the water run so that it can heat up. You reach out to test the temperature, feeling the water hit your hand. When you turn back to Hugh, heâs already stripped down to his boxers with an obvious bulge beneath it.Â
Your eyes take in his frame, moving along his chiseled and muscular upper body and down to the waistband of his boxers. You swallow quietly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and pulling it down your legs. Hugh stands there, watching you undress as he moves his boxers down his own legs. He lets out a groan of relief, hand immediately reaching down to grasp onto his throbbing length to stroke himself slowly.Â
Your clothes pool at your ankles as you stand before him, completely naked and bare, watching as he strokes himself at the mere sight of you. You feel a wetness pool between your legs, throbbing and yearning to wrap around something.Â
Hugh takes the initiative to step inside the shower, the water instantly hitting his sore muscles and the heat of the water doing its job to provide relief. He watches you step inside with him and immediately, he reaches out to grab you and pull you flush against him. The water cascades down both your bodies from above as you reach up to stroke back your wet hair and see Hugh do the same. You lean up on your toes and slowly press your lips against his, moving it almost instantly as you feel his manhood stir and throb against your lower abdomen.
His hands move down your wet back and to your backside, gripping both cheeks tightly in his large hands as he feels your breasts push against him. Heâs throbbing so painfully that he knows he canât tease you and drag this out long enough to have you begging because he needs to be inside of you now.Â
Slowly, Hugh pulls away to look down at you. Eyes searching your own and itâs in this moment that Hugh feels like this can be something so much more than he expected it to be. He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against you as the water continues to trickle down your bodies.Â
âAbsolutely beautiful,â he whispers.Â
When Hughâs gaze softens like this, eyes staring deeply into your own, it almost feels like you know what heâs thinking, what he wants to say but doesnât. You feel his thumb move down your cheek until the pad of his thumb brushes lightly along your lower lip, causing your lips to part instinctively.Â
âHugh, IââÂ
He interrupts you with a soft kiss on your lips. âI know, baby. Iâm gonna take care of you.â Then, he turns you around, eyes drifting down your back to your backside. Hugh then moves a hand to your middle back and slowly guides you to bend over as you reach out to rest your hands on the shower wall in front of you.Â
Hugh grasps himself and runs his tip along your folds, growling to himself. He uses his free hand to rest on your hip, fingertips digging into your flesh as he slowly slides into you. Your warmth and tightness surrounds him and he forces himself to keep the slow pace, your moans mixing in with the sounds of the water. He reaches up to take hold of your wet hair in his grasp, tilting your head slightly to the side so that he can see your face.Â
You moan loudly at the feel of him stretching you out. You donât think youâd ever get used to his size, but despite the painful stretch in the beginning, you know that your walls will slowly begin to give way for him. And youâre always dripping wet for him that he just slides right in and this is certainly no different.Â
When Hugh fills you to the hilt, he has to remain still for a moment because youâre gripping him so tight that he knows once he starts to move, he wonât be able to stop until he reaches his high. But he suddenly feels you move back against him, eyes immediately drifting down to your backside as this position gives him such an amazing view. He moves his hand from your hair to your hip as both hands grip you and begin to move you back and forth on his hardened length.Â
Your moans filter into the bathroom, the steam from the shower encompassing the entire bathroom. As Hugh pulls you back against him, he pushes his hips forward, groaning to himself at the sensation of your warmth. Hugh will never get enough of this, of you. Heâs had plenty of conversations with Ryan about you, about how he can see himself falling so deeply in love with you that it not only scares him, but also excites him too.Â
âHughâŚâ you moan, reaching back to grab a hold of his forearm as your nails dig into the skin. His thrusts are slowly beginning to pick up in speed, the sound of skin slapping against one another now mixing in with the sounds of your moans and the water that has now turned cool.Â
âOh, baby,â Hugh groans, taking your hand and holding it firmly against your lower back. He pulls back, looking down at where youâre connected and it turns him on even more. Your slickness coats his entire length and he pushes back into you with ease, your walls giving way to his girth but still so tight around him.
You feel your body begin to tremble as Hughâs thrusts bring you closer and closer to the edge. As youâre about to reach your high, you quickly pull away from him, his length slipping out of you with ease. You turn around to face him, biting your lower lip as Hugh looks at you with a confused look.
âYou were close, werenât you?â Hugh smirks, stepping closer to you.Â
âSorry, it was too much and Iââ
Hugh presses his lips against yours and then lifts you up into his arms, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist with ease. He uses his free hand to reach down to grasp his base, lining himself at your entrance. He pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly slides back into you, growling against your lips.Â
Your arms wrap around his shoulders as your fingernails dig into the skin at his upper back. He wastes no time in thrusting up into you, his hands resting underneath you. Heâs careful not to slip, even with the water continuing to run down but he needs you to to come, needs to see and hear you. Slowly, he pulls away from your lips, forehead instead resting against yours as your lips brush against his.Â
âCome for me, baby,â Hugh whispers, driving his hips upwards. The muscles in his arms and chest flex as he holds you up against the wall, pulling his hips back only to push them back towards you, his length kissing that sweet spot within your depths repeatedly.Â
Your walls begin to tighten around his length and you squeeze your legs even tighter around him to pull him closer to you as your nails drag down his back. âHugh!â You hold onto him tightly, feeling his movements become more erratic.Â
Hugh buries his face against the side of your neck, teeth dragging along your skin as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. He feels you tighten even further around him and he pulls out abruptly to shoot his release in the inside of your thigh.Â
You stare at him, completely breathless as you lean forward to peck his lips lightly. âWe didnât even shower,â you tease, panting against him.
Hugh chuckles, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. âWorth it,â he replies. âAnd you called my bluff⌠I just couldnât tease you and have you beg when all I wanted to do was just be inside of you.â
âGoodâŚâ you smile, slowly unwrapping your legs around his waist so that you can fully stand upright. Your legs feel a bit wobbly, bracing yourself on his shoulders as his hands move to your hips. âBecause Iâd have been a mess if you left me begging.â
âMmm,â Hugh grins. âThat doesnât sound too bad. Maybe next time,â he winks. âNow, come on. Letâs get cleaned up, love.â
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For the rest of the week, youâre spending it at Hughâs place. Itâs easy how you both can slip into a routine with each other and how well you both coexist. Even though this relationship is still very new and in the beginning stages, youâre starting to see exactly how easy you can fit into Hughâs life. You still have some reservations, still nervous that this might not work out, but the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is something youâd want to give a chance for the possibility of being something greater than you ever imagined.Â
Youâre set to meet Ryan and Shawn tonight and youâre nervous. Knowing that Hugh would be there with you does ease your mind, but this is the first step in truly seeing if you can fit into his life.Â
Youâre in the kitchen, whisking pancake batter in a bowl to cook breakfast for you and Hugh. Youâve gotten used to wearing his clothes and this morning is no different because youâre just dressed in one of his black t-shirts and nothing but. Youâre so deep in thought, focused solely on making breakfast that you donât hear him coming down the stairs and it isnât until you feel his arms wrap around you from behind that it pulls you out of your trance.Â
âMorning, baby,â he whispers, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. âMaking me breakfast?â
âMhm,â you nod. âProtein pancakes and then some scrambled eggs.âÂ
You turn your head and kiss his cheek, smiling in his direction before you continue to whisk the batter.Â
âYou spoil me,â he smiles. âIâm going on a run with a few friends, but I should be back by the time youâre done.â Hugh then pulls away from you to grab a glass of water as you turn to look at him. Heâs dressed in a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, tennis shoes, and a hat. Your eyes take in his frame, lingering at his arms and chest and down his legs. It isnât until he clears his throat that you finally look up at him whoâs staring at you with a knowing smirk.Â
âWhatâs on your mind, hm?â Hugh grins.Â
âYou just lookâŚâ you bite your lower lip, reaching down to play with the end of your (his) t-shirt. âI like seeing you in a white t-shirt and the one youâre wearing is literally about to rip. Itâs so tiny!âÂ
âIt is not,â Hugh chuckles, eyes lingering on your frame as well. âIâm just getting biggerâŚâ
âOh, Iâve noticed,â you grin and walk towards him, hands running across his chest as you feel him flex underneath your fingertips. âI like you either way, but seeing you get into shape as Wolverine again is justâŚâÂ
Hugh leans down and pecks your lips, hand moving down to your hip. âOh, I know. You practically stare at me every chance you get.âÂ
âDo you blame me?âÂ
âNot at allâŚâ Hugh smiles, staring deeply into your eyes. âBut thatâs only because I stare at you every chance I get too.âÂ
âWeâre quite the pair, arenât we?âÂ
âIâd say the best pair,â Hugh says softly. âYou ready for tonight?âÂ
You shrug and move your arms to wrap around his shoulders. âNo, Iâm nervous⌠But I think knowing that youâll be there helps a bit.â
âJust a bit?â
You smile. âOh yeah, a very tiny bit.âÂ
Hughâs eyes narrow. âIf Iâm only gonna help a tiny bit, then I might as well not go with you.â
âNo!â you say immediately, shaking your head. âDonât do that. I need you there.â
âAh, so more than a tiny bit.â
âYes,â you laugh quietly. âSince youâll be there, I know Iâll be okay.âÂ
âYouâd be okay with or without me there,â Hugh reassures. âBut Iâm happy to spend time with you, Ryan, and Shawn tonight.â
âItâs going to be very casual, right?â
Hugh nods. âVery casual.â he pecks your lips lightly and then pulls away. âI better get going. Iâll be back soon, baby.âÂ
âHave a good run, Hugh,â you tell him, hands slowly sliding down his arms before you move back to the task at hand. Your eyes focus on whisking the batter as you move around in his kitchen to grab the necessary things you need to complete breakfast. Hugh watches you for a brief moment, eyes filled with so much love and appreciation that for a split second, he wants so badly to tell you what has been on his mind since his last trip.Â
But he doesnât.Â
Not yet.Â
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Youâre staring at yourself in the mirror, dressed in a pair of high waisted denim pants with a black, loose fit collared v-neck knitted sweatshirt. Your makeup remains light and natural and you play nervously with the black belt on your pants.Â
Hugh comes up from behind you, dressed just as casually in a pair of black jeans, black t-shirt with a black bomber jacket over. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin against the side of your neck.Â
âYou look amazing.â Hugh smiles. âYou ready to go?âÂ
âIâm nervous,â you admit. âNot only do I want them to like my work, but thereâs a bit of added pressure because they know weâre together and theyâre both your closest friends andââ
Hugh quietly hushes you with a gentle kiss against your temple. âThey already like your work,â he reassures you. âAnd I talk about you all the time. Itâs like they already know you.âÂ
âI donât know if that helps me or not,â you tell him honestly. âI justââ You turn around to face him, looking up at him. âI just really like you and I want to get along with your friends, even if they are really fucking famous andââ
âStop,â Hugh says, gently resting his hands on your hips. âJust think of it as a night out with friends. Weâre gonna grab dinner and a couple of drinks and then call it a night.âÂ
âWhat if you realize that Iâm actually not all that great and then rethink this entire relationship?â
âOkay,â Hugh sighs quietly and rests his forehead against yours, eyes staring deeply into yours. âI like you, a lot, baby. I know this is still new for us, but thereâs nothing I want more than to be with you.â He brings a hand up to your cheek, thumb brushing against your soft skin. âJust be you.â
âBut what ifââ
âNope,â he interrupts. âWhat does our trainer tell you?â He tilts his head, eyes gazing into your own. âAh, yes. Self-talk, baby. You gotta treat yourself just as kindly as I see you treat others.âÂ
âOkay,â you nod, letting out a quiet sigh. âWe should probably go before I talk myself out of it.âÂ
âOh, I wouldnât let you back out,â Hugh smiles, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. Your heels click against the tile floor as you follow Hugh downstairs. âWeâre taking a car tonight. I know you still want to keep this relationship under wraps from press, so I figuredââ
âThank you, Hugh.â you say softly, following him out of his house and towards the black SUV parked out front. âYou think of everything, donât you?â
âI just want my girl to be comfortable and happy,â Hugh smiles.Â
My girl.Â
You slide into the car and immediately greet the driver, who looks at you from the rearview mirror with a shocked expression. Hugh slides in right next to you and shuts the door, hearing you make small talk with the driver and he smiles to himself. It baffles him how kind, sweet, and considerate you are to other people, but to yourself, itâs a very different story. He wishes he can make you see just how amazing you are or make you see the way he sees you.Â
Hugh also chimes in on the conversation as the driver begins driving away from Hughâs house and towards the city. His hand moves to rest on your thigh, looking down at you with a small smile on his lips. He leans in and kisses the side of your head, feeling your hand move to cover his own.Â
It doesnât take long before you and Hugh arrive at the restaurant. You look outside and let out a breath of relief, glad that you donât see one paparazzi as Hugh steps out first. He reaches a hand out for you and you tell the driver to have a good night before you take Hughâs hand and climb out after him.Â
He leads you inside and immediately spots Ryan and Shawn at the corner of the restaurant, waving in both of your directions.
âJust be you,â Hugh repeats, whispering into your ear as you follow closely behind him.Â
âWell, look who finally decided to show up,â Ryan teases, hugging Hugh as you bite your lower lip. You watch him greet Shawn before he turns to you, a large smile on his lips. He rests a hand on your lower back, urging you closer to the table.Â
âAnd this isâŚâ Hugh smiles, saying your name as he introduces you to Ryan and Shawn.
âOkay, youâve told us a lot about her, but you didnât say she was this beautiful,â Ryan replies, causing a quiet chuckle to escape Hughâs lips. You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you instinctively lean against Hugh for comfort, for support.Â
Just be you.Â
Just be you.
Just be you.
You take a deep breath and then reach your hand to shake Shawn and Ryanâs hands, smiling up at them. âIâm eager to hear what things heâs said about me if beautiful wasnât part of it,â you tease.Â
Hugh shakes his head and pulls out your chair, waiting until you sit down before he takes his spot next to you. Ryan and Shawn sit across from you, already each with a drink in front of them.Â
âI like you,â Ryan chuckles. âIâm Ryan.âÂ
âIâm Shawn.â
You smile and feel Hughâs hand move to rest casually on your thigh. You donât realize how much it brings you comfort and you glance up at him for a moment before you turn your attention to Shawn and Ryan.Â
âIâm a huge fan of you both⌠And Iâm excited to join you for the movie,â you tell them.Â
âOh, Hughâs shown us some of your work and itâs impressive. I canât believe you only do engagement shoots,â Shawn says, his eyes lighting up. âI mean, those are great too, but your landscapes and street photography are amazing.âÂ
âI still canât believe it,â you tell him, laughing quietly. âI mean, Iâm just a woman with a cameraââ
âWho takes fucking awesome pictures,â Ryan finishes for you.Â
âHeâs right. Weâre excited to have you join us too.â Shawn adds.Â
Hugh smiles proudly in your direction, looking around the table as you continue to have a conversation with both Ryan and Shawn. He envisioned this so clearly, how well you fit in in his life and to see it firsthand, it makes him feel the love he has for you bloom in his heart.Â
He looks over at Ryan, whoâs staring back at him with a knowing grin. Hugh narrows his eyes, tilting his head before he interrupts you and Shawn briefly.Â
âRyan and I are gonna grab a drink at the bar. What dâya want, baby?âÂ
âWhite wine, love,â you say almost instantly, your pet name for him coming out naturally that it causes you to blush.Â
Hugh grins at that and then stands up with Ryan, walking towards the bar. He feels Ryan place a firm hand on his shoulder and he looks over at the other man, letting out a quiet chuckle.Â
âOkay, out with it. I know you have something to say.â
âWhat? Me?â Ryan playfully gasps then laughs quietly. âIâve got nothing,â he lies.
Hughâs eyes narrow. âWe both know thatâs a lie. What is it?âÂ
Ryan smiles genuinely. âYouâre happy.âÂ
âI am, mate. She makes me happy,â Hugh replies almost too quickly. He glances over his shoulder at you, seeing you in such natural conversation with Shawn. He doesnât see the tension in your shoulders, doesnât see the concern or anxiety in your features; youâre completely relaxed and comfortable.Â
âAnd sheâs great,â Ryan adds.Â
âShe is, isnât she?â Hugh smiles. âI thinkâŚâ he sighs, biting the inside of his cheek. âI think Iâm falling in love with her, Ryan.âÂ
âOh, I could have told you that,â he chuckles. âDoes she know?âÂ
Hugh shakes his head. âNo, no. Itâs still too early. I donâtâ I donât want to scare her away.âÂ
Once at the bar, Ryan raises a hand in the air to get the bartenderâs attention before he turns back to look at Hugh. âWell, something tells me that she probably feels the same way.âÂ
âYou donât know that, mate.âÂ
âHugh,â Ryan says. âDo you not see the way she looks at you?âÂ
Hugh looks over at you, catching your gaze briefly. He feels the warmth in his chest at the sight of you smiling in his direction. He winks over at you before he turns to Ryan. âItâs still too early,â he repeats. âIâll tell her when⌠when I think the moment is right.âÂ
Before Ryan can reply, the bartender comes by and Hugh tells him your drink order and his. After a few minutes, he thanks the bartender as he and Ryan make his way back to the table and realizes that you arenât at the table.Â
âShe went to the bathroom,â Shawn tells them, then he turns to Hugh with a grin. âHugh, sheâs amazing.âÂ
Hugh smiles, sitting down. He looks over at the hallway towards the bathrooms, seeing you walk down the hallway as you begin making your way back to them, back to him.Â
âYeah, she is,â he says, voice laced with so much love and appreciation as his eyes stay locked on yours. âI donât think Iâm ever letting her go.â
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Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)
Warnings: smut! Only 18+!, swearing, angsty, fluffy
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It's been five months. Five months since our first date, and yet somehow, it feels like both forever and no time at all.
I sit here now, in the gym, watching him lift weights like itâs nothing, and Iâm struck by just how lucky I feel. From the very beginning, it was like we found our rhythm without even trying - our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. We give each other space when needed, and t's refreshing to be with someone who values independence as much as I do.
The dates we've had so far have been perfect in their own way. Our second one was at this hidden gem of a restaurant tucked away in the city. I remember how he laughed when I spilled wine on the tablecloth, and how his hand brushed mine as we reached for the same napkin. We've done simple things too, like grabbing coffee early in the morning or working out. Once, we spent an afternoon at an old bookstore, getting lost in the aisles of dusty novels and sharing passages that made us laugh. Every moment with him feels like a memory in the making
And yet, it all changed a little last month when we were spotted. We hadn't been careful enough. A quick kiss in a park, something so innocent, but the paparazzi caught us. The next day, our picture was splashed across every tabloid and social media. That unintentional confirmation of our relationship wasn't what we had planned. Neither of us wanted the world in on our private lives.
Still, we've dodged every question thrown at us in interviews or on social media. But avoiding the questions doesn't stop the criticism.
The age gap. It's what everyone seems to latch onto. Hugh's used to it - Heâs been doing this long enough to know how to handle the press, the rumors, the gossip. But me? Iâm still learning how to deal with it. I try to act like it doesn't bother me. I nod along, tell everyone I'm fine, but inside, it's harder than I thought it would be. Some of the comments sting more than I care to admit. I've been in relationships before, but none of them were "public" like this. My exes were all from my private circle - well, except for Chris, but that doesn't count. That was way before either of us was well-known. This, with Hugh, is different. It's out there.
I didnât want that. I wanted to keep us private for a while longer, to hold onto this little piece of normalcy for just us. But now itâs out, and thereâs no taking it back.
Now everything is under scrutiny. People question our relationship and my motives. Of course there are fans who are supportive - sweet comments, even some who come up to me on the street and say they love us together. But then there are the others. The ones who say Iâm only with him to advance my career, that Iâm using him to get ahead. Ever since our last movie together, Iâve been getting bigger roles, and some people think thatâs because of him. Like I canât earn anything on my own.
I try to brush it off, but there are moments when those words hit hard. And even though Hugh has told me a thousand times to ignore it. Iâm not like him. I havenât been in the spotlight for decades. I donât have the thick skin heâs developed over the years.
Our managers werenât thrilled either when they found out weâd been seeing each other behind their backs. It wasnât anger, really, more disappointment that we hadnât trusted them enough to let them in on it. But in a way, Iâm glad we didnât. We needed this to just to be ours for a while.
Still, despite all the noise, the criticism, the rumorsâthereâs comfort between us. We act like a real couple. Weâve never had the talk, though, about what we are exactly. Are we officially together? I donât even know. Weâve just kind of fallen into this routine, and honestly, love it. I love the way he makes me feel like Iâm the only person in the world when weâre together.
My eyes drift back to him as he lowers the weights, his muscles tensing with the effort. He's ridiculously strong, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a turn on. God, heâs attractive. And sweet. And patient. And funny. Sometimes I catch myself even fangirling. I mean, it's still Hugh fucking Jackman. How did I get so lucky?
âYou good, y/n?" Hughâs voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize Iâve been staring.
âYeah." I say, quickly covering up my awkwardness with a grin. âJust appreciating the view.â
His eyes narrow, that playful smile tugging at his lips. He walks over, sweat still glistening on his skin, and towers above me, crossing his arms. âYou know, you couldâve just taken a picture.â
âMaybe I will next time,â I tease, leaning back on the bench.
He chuckles, the sound warm and rich. âOr you could just join me instead of sitting over there like a creep.â
âPlease. I did twice as many reps as you did earlier,â I say, pretending to wipe imaginary sweat from my brow. âI deserve a break.â
âIs that right?â He raises an eyebrow, leaning down so weâre almost face-to-face. âPretty sure I saw you struggling with those squats.â
âI wasnât struggling." I protest, trying to keep a straight face, but his cocky grin is making it impossible.
âYou say that now, but your formââ
âMy form was perfect!â I laugh, pushing his arm lightly. âStop acting like you werenât impressed.â
âOh, I was impressed." he admits, his voice dropping an octave. âJust not with your workout.â
The heat between us flares up in an instant, the way it always does when he looks at me like that. Thereâs this pull, this magnetic energy that I havenât felt in a while. We flirt, we tease, we push each otherâs buttons, and itâs exhilarating. But thereâs always this line we havenât fully crossed yet. We get close - so close - but we always pull back.
We go back and forth like this until we wrap up our workout. Hugh's leaving for Sydney tomorrow to visit his family for a few weeks, but his kids won't be able to join him because they're going on holiday with their mom, so it'll just be him this time
I'll admit, I already miss him so much. I don't really know what to do yet. So far, we've spent pretty much every day together, but now that the interviews are slowly getting fewer and everyday life is getting quieter, it's getting boring without someone to keep me on my toes. I guess Ryan and Blake will have to take over.
After the gym, we head back to his place, still bickering about who did better with which exercises. By the time we're on the couch, it's turned into playful shoving and teasing until his lips are on mine, and everything else fades away. God, Iâve missed this. Iâve missed the way his lips feel on mine, the way his touch sets my skin on fire.
But just as things are about to cross that line again, I pull away, leaving him breathless and staring at me in confusion.
"Youâre impossible." he mutters, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice.
I smile sweetly, standing up and stretching. âI need a shower.â
"Youâre an absolutely evil woman!" he calls after me as I walk toward the bathroom, but I donât turn around. I can feel his eyes on me the whole way.
I can't help but smile to myself as I undress and step into the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin, but my mind is elsewhere - back on the couch, replaying the way his hands felt on me, the way his breath hitched when I kissed him. It's getting harder to hold back, to not give in to the growing desire between us. We've come close before - so many times - but for some reason, we always stop right pefore things get too far. It's like we're both waiting for the perfect moment. I'm not in a rush, but God, he makes it so hard to resist.
But itâs not just physical. Itâs him. Itâs the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel seen. Iâve never been so comfortable with someone, and that scares me a little. Iâm falling for him - hard - and Iâm terrified of what that means. Weâve never even talked about what we are, and here I am, thinking about how much I want him, how much I love him.
The thought stops me in my tracks. Am I in love with him? My heart pounds in my chest, and I realize that, yes, I probably am. But I donât know if he feels the same way. What if this is just something casual for him? What if I bring it up, and he doesnât feel the same? Heâs never pressured me, never pushed for more, and sometimes I wonder if heâs happy with how things are - just casual, just fun.
When I'm done, I slip into my pajamas - just a simple tank top and shorts - and head into the bedroom. Hugh's sitting on the edge of the bed, scroling through his phone, but he glances up when I walk in.
"Took you long enough." he says with a mischievous grin. "Were you thinking about me in there?"
I smirk, leaning against the doorway.
"Maybe?"
He laughs, setting his phone down and standing up. He walks over to me, placing one hand on my hip, the other cupping my face. His lips brush mine in a teasing kiss, his hand sliding down to give my ass a playful squeeze.
"Behave." I mutter, but my voice betrays me, sounding more breathless than I intended.
"Why? I thought you like it when I donât." he says, that teasing grin never faltering.
Before I can respond, he pulls away and heads to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."
I sighed and lay down on the bed and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.
Before I can lose myself in my thoughts again, I hear the water turn off, and a minute later, Hugh steps back into the room, still dripping wet and wrapped only in his towel, which hangs dangerously low. I can't take my eyes off him. He's searching through the dresser, muttering something about forgetting his boxers, but I don't hear the words. My heart pounds in my chest, and I know - I know - this is it. I canât hold back anymore.
Without second guessing, I get up and cross the room, moving toward him without a word. He watches me, his brow furrowing in slight confusion, but thereâs something else there too.
When I reach him, I stop, just inches away, and look up at him. I donât say anything for a long moment. I just let myself feel the weight of this moment.
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Finally, I find my voice, though itâs softer than I expected. âI want you.â
His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I think Iâve surprised him. But then, something shifts in his expression, and the air between us thickens. He steps closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek as he studies my face.
âAre you sure?â His voice is low, husky, and I can see the restraint in his eyes. Heâs giving me an out. One last chance to change my mind. But I donât want out. Not anymore.
âYes." I whisper, barely able to speak past the lump in my throat. âIâm sure.â
Thatâs all it takes. In an instant, his lips are on mine, and the kiss is different this time - deeper. Hungrier. His hands move to my waist, pulling me against him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into his touch.
Before I know it, heâs lifting me off the ground, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the roughness of the towel against my skin. His grip tightens, and Iâm suddenly aware of just how much I want him - how much Iâve always wanted him.
The kiss grew more intense, more desperate, and I can feel the last remnants of our restraint crumbling. He carries me over to the bed, his towel loosening around his hips, and gently lays me down. Our breaths are ragged, our bodies pressed together in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything else.
His kisses moved to my neck while one of his hands disappeared under my top. I gasped softly and ran my hands over his strong back. He began to gently squeeze my breast as I pressed his hips against mine with my legs, clearly feeling his arousal. Breathing heavily, he rubbed his groin against me and applied more pressure to my breast.
"Please." I said softly and looked at him greedily. "Please what, love?" he broke away from my lips and straightened up a little to get a better look at my face.
I couldn't help myself and looked down to his towel, which was now hanging down so low that you could see his perfect v-line clearly, as well as the vein under his belly button.
I swallowed and also straightened up to pull my top over my head.
"Fucking hell." he muttered quietly. I lay back down with my arms over my head and looked straight at him. "Just stop holding back and fuck me already."
He didn't need to be told twice and leaned over me again. The kiss was wilder than before and I felt like his hands were everywhere. I was in such a trance that I didn't even notice that he had already thrown my shorts on the floor. It was only when I felt his fingers on my clit that I realized it. I gasped out loud and dug my fingers in his hair and shoulders as he caressed my neck and circled his thumb over my clit. I was a complete wreck. Everything happened so quickly, but somehow it also didn't. I pressed my knees into Hugh's sides and pushed my pelvis towards him as he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned loudly and pushed my head back into the pillow. Suddenly I felt an electrifying sensation as he ran his tongue around my breast and sucked on it. He curled his fingers in and moved his hand faster. I moaned loudly again and pressed my nails firmly into his shoulder as a pleasurable feeling came over me in my abdomen.
Hugh's kisses moved back up to my lips until he released his heavy breath and slid his fingers out of me.
He looked at me full of lust and totally befuddled. I had never seen him like this before. But seeing him like this almost made me go crazy myself. He smiled gently at me and stroked a few strands of hair from my face. "You're so damn beautiful."
I felt my face flush and ran my hands down his torso to his dick, smiling. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes as I slowly began to stroke him.
I clenched around nothing and bit my lip as I looked at him.
He looked at me again, bent both my legs and pulled my hands away, to stroke his own member. He rubbed his pre-cum wet tip against my clit and looked deep into my eyes. It made me absolutely feral.
"Hell. Stop fucking teasing!" I growled. Without another word, he slid into me and put my legs over his shoulders. I moaned loudly and curled my toes. He was breathing heavily and you could see how much he was controlling himself.
"You're so fucking tight." He slowly began to move his hips and it drove me wild when I felt him filling me up. "Baby please don't hold back." I moaned and closed my eyes.
"Eyes on me my love." he groaned and thrusted harder. I gasped, a little startled, and looked him straight in the eyes. My hands disappeared into his hair again and his speed increased steadily. I felt everything slowly boiling up inside me and I clenched hard around his dick. That eye contact. His moans. The sounds of our bodies hitting each other and the thick air in the room. Everything began to spin around me and I could no longer maintain eye contact.
"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as I felt him thrusting even deeper than before. Hugh now closed his own eyes, let my legs off his shoulders and pressed both my hands over my head with one hand to stimulate my clit with the other. He was panting loudly himself. "Cum for me baby. I wanna see how you cum all over me."
That gave me the rest and for a brief moment I thought I was seeing the white light. My legs were shaking like crazy and I felt an incredible pull in my abdomen. Hugh moaned with me and let go of me to support himself with his forearms next to my head instead.
Panting, he rested his head in the crook of my neck while I stroked his sweaty back. Shortly afterwards, I felt his rhythm become more and more irregular until he did a last hard thrust and moaned loudly. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his pulsing dick made my skin crawl and I pressed myself tightly against him with my legs and arms.
There was complete silence for a moment. I could only hear our panting and our heartbeats in the room.
I felt his semen leaking out of me and slowly running down my bottom.
Hugh pulled away to lay down next to me and pulled me to his side before kissing me on the forehead. I smiled at him and stroked his sweaty chest with my hand.
"We should probably have done it before the shower." Hugh said with a smirk and looked at me.
"Or in the shower." He laughed and nodded.
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After cleaning up, we lay together, our bodies entwined under the blanket. The room is quiet, except for the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal. Hugh is beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and thereâs a comfort in the silence between us.
But thereâs also a weight, a need to say something. To define this.
I shift slightly, turning so I can face him. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us says anything. Then, softly, I ask. "Do you ever⌠worry? About what people say about us?â
His brow furrows slightly, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face before answering. âWhat people say? You mean the age thing?â
I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. âYeah. And the way they watch us. The paparazzi, the rumors⌠Itâs just hard sometimes.â
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. âI know itâs hard, y/n and Iâm sorry you have to deal with all that because of me.â
âItâs not your fault,â I say quickly. âI just⌠sometimes I donât know how to handle it. But I don't want to be that person who lets the outside world affect what we have." I whisper. "But sometimes it just... gets to me."
"You're not that person." he assures me, his voice firm but gentle. "You're human. And it's okay to feel that way. The important thing is that we talk about it, like we're doing now.. And you donât have to handle it alone." he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. âIâm here. Weâre in this together.â
His words are soothing, but thereâs still a part of me that struggles with the reality of our situation. I bite my lip, hesitating before speaking again. âSometimes I wonder⌠if maybe we shouldnâtââ
âHey." he interrupts softly, his thumb grazing my cheek. âDonât go there. Weâre good, okay? Weâre more than good.â
I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. âI know. I just donât want it to get too complicated.â
Hugh is silent for a moment, then he asks quietly. âWould it help if we made it official?â
I blink, my heart skipping a beat. âOfficial?â
He gives me a small smile, his eyes soft as he looks at me. âYeah. Maybe then they will stop harassing us with their questions." For a moment we both were silent before he started to speak again. "Like⌠would you want to be my girlfriend?â
My heart swells at the simplicity of his question and made me speechless. Then I slowly nod, a smile spreading across my face. âYeah." I whisper. âIâd like that.â
He grins, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. We stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other, content.
After a while, he pulls back, looking thoughtful. âYou know, Iâm heading to Australia tomorrow to visit family.â
I nod, already knowing. âYeah, you mentioned that. How long will you be gone?â
âA few weeks." he says, his fingers brushing over my arm absently. âBut⌠I was thinking. What if you came with me?â
I blink in surprise. âTo Sydney?â
âYeah. I mean, only if you want to. No pressure. I just thought itâd be nice⌠spending some more time together. Away from all this.â
I hesitate, the idea both exciting and terrifying. âI donât know, Hugh. It feels⌠fast. I havenât even met your family yet.â
He chuckles softly. âYou wouldnât have to. Not unless you wanted to. It can just be the two of us. We can do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you."
I smile softly at his words, feeling my heart swell.
âIâll think about it,â I say softly, leaning my head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, a calming rhythm that soothes the anxiety swirling in my mind.
âGood,â he murmurs, running his fingers gently through my hair. âThatâs all I ask. No pressure.â
I bite my lip, thinking it over. The idea is tempting - really tempting.
"Okay." I say, making the decision. "I'II come. But maybe I'll fly out a week later. That way I can maybe meet up with Blake and Ryan, maybe even visit Chris in Boston."
Hugh nods, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Deal. A week later, and we'll have the best time. Just you and me."
We share another soft kiss, and can't help but laugh against his lips.
After our conversation, we lay there for a little while longer, basking in the afterglow of everything weâd just shared. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for weeks felt lighter now that weâd talked about it.
Eventually, we sat up, and the idea struck me - if we were really ready to move forward, maybe it was time to let the world know about us on our own terms.
âI was thinkingâŚâ I start, glancing over at him. âWe should post a photo of us."
Hughâs eyebrows lifted in slight surprise. âYou sure about that?â
I nod, feeling a sense of resolve I hadnât felt before. âYeah. I mean the media already knows about us and we can't hide anymore. So why not?"
A smile tugs at his lips, and he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. âAlright, Iâm in. Letâs take a picture then.â
I chuckle. âBut maybe we should put on some clothes first?â
Hugh laughs softly, the sound sending a warmth through me. âYeah, I suppose we shouldnât scandalize the internet too much.â
As I sit up, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the bedroom mirror and grimace slightly. My hairâs a mess from⌠well, everything, and Iâm definitely not looking my best. âUgh. I look awful.â
Hugh stands up and shakes his head with an amused smile. âYou look perfect,â he says, casually reaching into his closet for a shirt. He pulls one on, his muscles stretching the fabric in a way that makes it hard for me to focus. âCome on, weâll take a cute one.â
I roll my eyes playfully but grab one of his T-shirts from the drawer. âFine, but if I look weird, weâre deleting it.â
âNo way!â he teases, pulling me into his arms once I have the shirt on. âYou could never look weird.â
I canât help but laugh as he wraps his arms around me from behind. He holds the phone up in front of us, angling it to get the perfect shot. âOkay, smile!â
I glance up at him just as he snaps the picture. My smile turns into a laugh, the joy bubbling out of me before I can stop it. I look ridiculous, but when I see the photo, itâs kind of perfect. Hughâs grinning at the camera, looking all charming and effortlessly handsome as always, while Iâm gazing up at him, clearly laughing and obviously so in love.
I bite my lip, hesitating. âI donât know⌠I look a little -"
âYou look great." Hugh cuts in, his tone firm but soft. âCome on, y/n. This is us. Itâs real.â
I glance at the picture again. Heâs right. Itâs not some polished, perfect photo shoot - it's just us. Happy, in love, and completely ourselves. I sigh, giving in. âOkay, fine. Letâs post it.â
He beams at me, clearly pleased, and starts typing a caption on his phone. I lean over his shoulder to read it:
>>thehughjackman: Caught laughing at all the rumors... guess they weren't all wrong𤍠#couplegoals<<
I laugh, rolling my eyes playfully "#CoupleGoals? Really?"
"You're right." he says, smirking as he backspaces. "How about.. #HughJackedY/n?"
I swat him laughing, and he finally posts it without any hashtag.
I take my smartphone and also post it with another caption:
>>y/ninstagram: Who knew Wolverine was such a softie?â¤ď¸đş<<
And just like that, itâs out there. The world now knows officially. My heart pounds a little faster as the notifications start rolling in almost instantly. I feel a rush of nervous excitementâwhat will people say?
We sit there, watching as the comments flood in, one after another.
>>vancityreynolds: Took you long enough!<<
>>blakelively:This is the cutest thing Iâve ever seen. Love you both!<<
>>ChrisEvans: Treat her right or Cap's coming for you!đŞđť<<
>>zendaya: Omg, stop! You guys are ADORABLE<<
>>officialladydeadpoolmovie: Deadpool approves of this union. Carry on.<<
I glance at Hugh as the comments keep pouring in, feeling a strange mixture of warmth and relief. Thereâs so much love hereâso many people supporting us. Itâs overwhelming in the best way.
âI told you itâd be fine,â Hugh says, his voice soft. He nudges me gently with his shoulder. âAnd look, everyoneâs happy for us.â
I smile at him, feeling lighter than I have in days. âYeah, I guess youâre right.â
More comments continue to roll in, some from fans, some from friends:
>>florencepugh: I KNEW IT!!!<<
But itâs the fan comments that really make me smile:
>>lordyx3z: Omg, I knew they were together! This makes me so happy!đĽšđŠ<<
>>serenax77: Remember when y/n literally said 'fuck me' during an interview? Manifesting at its finestđđđ<<
>>hugh4ewa: Hugh, blink twice if y/n's forcing you to post couple picsđ<<
>>y/nno1fan: About damn time! Y'all had me waiting like the post credits scene of a Marvel Movie!<<
>>mynameseve: I need somebody to look at me, like y/n looks at Hughđâ¤ď¸<<
>>girlpoolxpoppins: Can somebody pls check on Ryan? ASAP<<
>>boyinyellwspndx: y/n: "fck me!" - Hugh: "Say less". Dreams come true folks<<
I canât help but grin at the flood of positivity. Sure, I know there will be some haters - there always are - but for now, it feels like weâre surrounded by love and support, and thatâs all that matters. I glance at Hugh again, my heart swelling as he scrolls through the comments, laughing at some of the more playful ones.
âThis was a good idea.â I say quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.
He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to my temple. âOf course it was.â he murmurs. âNow everyone knows youâre officially mine.â
I laugh softly, my heart feeling full. âAnd youâre mine.â
We sit there for a while, reading through the comments and enjoying the moment. It feels like a weight has been lifted, like weâre finally free to be ourselves without worrying about what anyone else thinks.
And honestly? It feels perfect.
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[SUMMARY: Joel acts like he doesnât like you until he comes across your rapist.]
TW: MENTION OF RAPE. Angst
âWhat did he do?â His voice was low, eerie like, suddenly he looked angry as you stood still before him.
Ever since Tess had died Joel became more unbearable to deal with. The two of you had only known each other a couple months before she passed away but never got close to one another, if anything Joel acted like he didnât like having you around. He barely held any conversations with you unless it involved a plan he needed you to be on the same page with him about. Silently heâd share food with you but that was pretty much as far as heâd go.
âGet up, weâre gonna keep moving todayâ Joel woke you up out of your sleep gathering his belongings as you sighed.
âI thought you said weâd stay here for two nights-â
âPlans changed. Weâre leaving soonâ you groaned as you got on your feet and began to pack. This journey to Marlene seemed a lot longer than you thought it would be.
âAre you sure Marlene even has what you want?â You asked with a sigh. He didnât respond instead handing you your weapon so you could follow him out.
Walking with Joel through the woods your foot accidentally slid down a rock making you gasp loudly. Joel quickly turned with his knife ready to attack only to find you straightening your shirt.
âI slippedâ he didnât respond only looking irritated and turned back to continue walking. You didnât understand why Joel always seemed so bothered by you, had he not promised Tess that heâd look after you, he wouldnât have stuck around with you. Tess never shared to him the true reason why she wanted him to care for you but when you first met her you had confided in her the brutal things that you overcame. One of them being that you were held captive for a couple months by a group not far out, one of the men in their group being your rapist, you were always afraid to come across this man again. Little did Tess know, this very same man was running things alongside Marlene.
âJoel, have I done something to upset you at any point?â You asked trying to keep up with him.
âNoâ he responded without looking your way.
âSo whatâs your issue?â
âI donât have a damn issue, now letâs keep movingâ you gave up at that point not saying a word. Joel truly didnât have a specific issue with you, he just chose to not allow himself to get close to anyone ever again, he had lost too much.
Finally making it to Marleneâs you followed behind Joel walking in. You had no idea whom Marlene was or anything about the place but being with Joel you just did as he said. Standing beside him a few feet away you were introduced to Marlene. She seemed like a woman who was strictly about business, she spoke to him of the car she had promised.
Of course, tomorrow it would be ready.
You didnât speak during their conversation, not thinking much of anything until the door opened and a man walked in. Instantly your heart sunk, your stomach turned as the man stood by Marlene confidently before noticing you.
âThis is my right hand man, he does what I say, when I say and can always be counted onâ Marlene introduced the man beside her, you found yourself unable to speak. You knew who this man was, how could you not?
EdwardâŚ.youâd never forget his name, one year ago this man made your life a living hell. Your throat felt like it was closing up, your heart racing-
âLook who it isâ Edward grinned towards you making Marlene raise a brow at you. Joel turned to you as you looked down taking a deep breath.
âSmall worldâ Marlene muttered but Joel noticed something off with your reaction.
âAnyways, Joelâ Marlene got his attention explaining what would happen.
âTomorrow before the evening I should have a car for you, for now you two can stay in a room I have preppedâ Joel didnât like the idea of staying an extra day but silently nodded and took the offer. Thankfully Edward and Marlene left the room before someone else led you to the room you would both stay in. Your heart felt like it would come out your chest but you couldnât find it in you to speak. Joel walked ahead of you opening the door to the room. You stood by the door closing it behind you watching as he placed his backpack on the bed without looking back. Your body felt as if it would collapse any moment, you couldnât stay here, you couldnât be around Edward yet you knew you couldnât say a thing.
That night Joel noticed you seemed a bit fidgety but he didnât say a word. He lay back on his bed and watched as you double checked the locks on the door twice before laying down.
âYou know weâre safe here right?â You looked up not noticing Joel had been watching you.
âY-yeahâ you nodded before turning over and facing the wall. That night you didnât sleep, if anything you hoped Joel would sleep so he wouldnât hear you crying in the middle of the night. Of course that didnât work, at one point Joel opened his eyes thinking he was hearing something but he couldnât make out what it was until he looked over and noticed you seemed like you were trembling. Quickly he sat up unsure of what to do, slowly he got up from the bed and noticed you were whimpering in your sleep. He didnât know what the hell to do, heâd never seen you like this before but he knew damn well what it felt like. Delicately he placed his hand on your shoulder and tried to wake you.
âHeyâ you continued to whimper but wouldnât open your eyes. Joel cleared his throat and leaned in closer to you prepared for you to be startled.
âHey wake upâ he shook you a little harder making your eyes quickly open. You gasped unaware who was near you, unaware that you had even been dreaming, raising your hand ready to hit whoever it was Joel caught your wrist in mid air.
âEasy, honeyâ
You looked up at him confused, you hadnât even realized you fell asleep now here was Joel looking down at you with concern. Once he was sure that you knew it was him, he released your arm as you tried to catch your breath.
âIâm sorryâ you whispered.
âItâs alright, just havinâ a bad dream is allâ he looked at you for a moment curious to ask you what was it that made you so upset but didnât say a word.
âIâm right here if you need meâ he motioned towards the bed on the other side of the room. You quietly nodded and watched as he got back into bed. Turning away from him you could feel the embarrassment from what had just happened yet you were surpsied by how gentle he handled it. It was a new side you both had seen of each other.
The next day you did your best to stay clear from wherever Eduardo could be, and so you decided to stay in the room.
Just one more day of this, one day and youâd be gone. Joel explained to you that he would be going over something with Marlene leaving you by yourself. You assured him it was fine and sat on the bed reading a book you always carried around after making sure the door was locked. Sometime had passed when you heard the door unlock and you figured it was Joel. Laying comfortably facing the wall you flipped the page hearing the door close behind you.
âWhat happened with Marlene?â You asked when you felt the touch of a hand on your arm making you turn to see it was the very person you had been trying to avoid.
Edward
Quickly you jumped up, your back against the wall as he smirked at your reaction.
âItâs been a whileâ you couldnât speak, you couldnât believe he was right in front of you.
âYou look like youâve seen a ghostâ he chuckled placing his hand on your thigh. If you could move any further away you wouldâve, he could see how anxious he made you.
âRelax, sweetheart Iâm not gonna do anythingâ he licked his bottom lip pushing his hand further up your thigh.
âI just wanted to say hi to an old friendâ
He leaned in and kissed your cheek as you tried to turn away.
âItâs a shame youâre leaving tomorrow, thought we couldâve had some funâ he laughed walking back out of the room and closed the door shut.
In shock you sat there with disgust, the simple touch or his hand on your thigh making you sick to your stomach.
You couldnât do this, you didnât care about a damn car no matter how badly you both needed it. Quickly you got up running to the door locking it shut once again afraid he would return.
Where the hell was JoelâŚall you wanted to do was leave.
After what felt like forever you finally heard the door begin to unlock, your heart jumping at the sound.
âJoel?â You called out worriedly to see his face as soon as the door opened.
âYeah, itâs meâ he walked past you not noticing the panic attack you were feeling in that moment.
You watched as he fold a paper and placed it in his backpack, a knot in your throat you struggled to speak.
âJoelâ you finally were able to utter a word in a soft whisper. Going through his backpack he didnât respond not having heard your voice. You struggled to speak again, stomach turning just at the thought of your rapist knowing where you wereâŚthe fact that he came to you when you were alone..
âJoelâ you spoke a little louder where he was able to hear you.
âYeaâ he responded as he zipped up his bag.
âJoelâŚI canât stay here another nightâ you blurt out.
âWhat?â He asked confused with your statement still not looking back.
âWeâre fine here, itâs just till the afternoonââ he assured you making your panic rise.
âNo, IâŚJoel I canât stay hereâ he noticed how your voice trembled and slowly turned to you. His eyebrows furrowed once he noticed the worry in your eyes.
âWhatâs the matter?â He stood straight fully facing you.
âCan we just go?â You didnât want to give the reason, you didnât want to speak of it.
âWeâre getting the car tomorrow, its just one more night-â
âJoel pleaseâ you whispered taking a deep breath making him take a step closer. He stood silent, he could tell something had terrified you.
âSomethinâ happen while I was gone?â He asked making you quickly shake your head.
âNo, no just please-â you began to hyperventilate.
âI canât, I canât-â you struggled to breathe when someone knocking on the door made you run into Joels arms. Confused he looked down at you slowly placing his hands on your back sensing the true horror you felt.
âHey, hey itâs alright, itâs alrightâ he whispered feeling you shake in his arms. It was like the night before, all over again only this time something in your waking life was scaring the shit out of you. The sound of another knock making you grab onto his shirt.
âGive me a minute!â He called out feeling you hide your face against his chest.
âHeyâ he whispered low looking down at you but before he could say another word Edwards voice heightened your fear.
âItâs me, Edwardâ your eyes widened as you silently began to shake your head.
âWhat is it, darlinâ?â Your panic not allowing you to realize the softness Joel had in his voice with concern over you. The door suddenly opening sending you rushing behind Joel.
Edward appeared at the door.
âI was just making sure you guys had what you neededâ a smile Joel didnât trust appeared on his lips as he leaned over to get a peak at you. You felt Joelâs hand reach behind you holding you against him.
Edward could see the defensive look in Joelâs eyes and wondered if you had told him anything.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â He asked testing what he would say.
âI got herâ is all Joel responded with as Edward looked at him curiously. Not saying another word Edward took a step back giving Joel a nod before leaving the room. Joel waited until he disappeared from his site before giving your thigh a tap behind him.
âHeâs goneâ he assured you making you slowly peak over his shoulder to see the empty hallway that led to the room. Quickly you ran to the door shutting it closed and locking it with each lock it had.
âWe need to get our stuff and get out of here nowâ you ran to grab your bag and his before he tried to stop you.
âWait a minute, wait-â he grabbed you by your arms stopping you before you grabbed anything else. Joel was struggling to understand what exactly had you so afraid of this man.
âJoel, we need to go-â
âTalk to me for a minuteâ
âNo! Thereâs nothing to talk about, I am not staying here!â You screamed trying to break free from his hold.
âWhat the hell did he do to you?!â
âNothing!â You tried to shake his hands off you once more but failed.
âWe canât leave without that car, we need that car if we wanna make it-â
âI donât care! Iâm not staying here with him!â
âHeâs not gonna do anything to you, darlinâ I promise you that-â you shook your head in frustration that he wasnât understanding.
âHe wonât lay a finger on you-â
âHe already has!â You suddenly blurt out silencing Joel. An intense look in his eyes as he took a deep breath looking down at you.
âWhat did he do?â His voice was low, eerie like, suddenly he looked angry as you stood still before him.
âIt was long agoâ you whispered.
âDoesnât matterâ he quickly responded.
âI had told Tess, I never thought I would see him againâŚ.it was a year agoâŚI had nowhere to go and he said he would help me. Heâs the man who raped me.â you looked down as a tear rolled down your cheek.
âDid he come in here while I was gone?â He leaned in closer. You looked up and hesitantly nodded when he abruptly walked out past you charging down the hall.
âJoel!â You called out for him trying to keep up but all Joel could see was red.
âWhat are you doing?!â You yelled as he kicked the door open where Marlene and Edward both were. Without warning he yanked up Edward by his collar throwing him against the wall as Marlene stood up.
âJoel what the hell are you doing?â
âStay out of thisâ he looked at her with a look you had never seen and grabbed Edward once again as he struggled to get on his feet.
âWhatever she said sheâs a lying bitch!â He tried to poorly defend himself causing Joel to punch him repeatedly. In shock you stood in the doorway watching it all play out, Joel had lost complete control until Edward was a bloody mess.
âOh my god-â you whispered.
Joel stood up and walked towards Marlene who backed up not knowing what he would do.
âGive me the fucking keysâ he spoke out of breath. Not even trying to fight him she opened the drawer and tossed him the car keys before he looked back at Eduardo.
âShould be more careful of who you have workinâ for ya. Got a rapist on your handsâ Joel walked out of the room without looking at you in the eye, taking your hand he led you out.
In disbelief you walked alongside him trying to keep up, at one point looking behind you.
He still wouldnât say a word.
Joel opened the car door for you and quickly got in the drivers seat before driving off.
Speeding down the road he didnât take his eyes off it before abruptly pulling over. You could see him though the corner of your eye turning his body fully toward you, you didnât know what to expect.
âYou donât ever keep somethinâ like that from me again. We clear?â You nodded in silence looking down at your lap.
âWe wouldâve never stayed there for even one night had I know what he done to you. You ever feel unsafe again I need ya to tell me and you tell me right awayâ
âYes Joelâ you whispered.
Turning back towads the road he pulled off feeling he came off kind of harsh towards you which wasnât what he wanted. Unexpectedly you felt him place his hand on your lap bringing you a sense of calmness. He slowly entangled his fingers with yours without looking your way, you had no idea what this meant but one thing was for sure..
Joel made you feel safe.
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alexia putellas x reader
summary: you can't find inspiration for your play
notes: this was rotting in my drafts and then i got drunk and finished it lolz
i refuse to read it back so have fun
The first time Alexia sees you, you are with your friends; sleeves rolled-up, wide smile on your face, a pool cue in your hand as you wield it like a weapon the minute one of the women beside you opens her mouth. She is drawn into observing, craving the knowledge of what you are being told; what is making you blush so furiously. She sees your mouth open, a blackhole that draws her in without mercy, and she barely survives the sound of your loud, raucous laughter
Suddenly, in the universe of football and media events and her little sisterâs embarrassingly active love-life, you appear. Like a new star, burning bright, big and hot and⌠âYouâre staring,â says Mapi with a smile. She knows not to tease, and she treads lightly. âYouâve been staring for a while.âÂ
âTheyâre speaking English.â Itâs an incriminating sentence, but it would have been futile to deny Mapiâs accusation anyway.Â
âI saw her at the bar. She spoke Spanish then.âÂ
âYouâve been stalking her.âÂ
Mapi nods, and holds Alexiaâs drink in a silent push to get her over to the pool table. To you. âBecause youâve been staring. I was only making sure she wasnât a psycho.âÂ
âThanks,â she scoffs, but, in truth, she is grateful.Â
As she saunters over (a newly regained skill, months down the line from her traumatic ACL reconstruction surgery), her confidence a believable façade, she decides that she is going to be Alexia Putellas. She is going to be cool about it, and she is going to impress you, and she is going to make you laugh so that she can hear that sound again.Â
Again, again, again.Â
âYeah, sure, you can take over for Soph,â you say, nodding towards the woman who had been on the receiving end of your light prodding with the wooden stick all of friends regret allowing three-drink you to be in charge of. âSo youâre spots, Iâm stripes. Iâve got two left until I can pot the black, and you, er, you might be at a disadvantage here.â You rub the back of your neck as you peer at the balls on the table, almost all of them left behind by Sophâs inability to play pool. âHow about we just, umââÂ
âEstĂĄ bien.â Alexia pretends to understand a lot more of what you said than she really does, regretting her choice to approach you in English, but she gets the jist. And, although you make her feel as though life has only just begun, she remembers her competitiveness very, very clearly. âVoy a ganar,â she scoffs.Â
She holds in her celebration as you break out into a grin, immediately rising to the challenge, glad your friends have tired of the pool table so that no one can interrupt the battle you are about to commence. A battle with a very pretty woman, you must admit.Â
You lose.Â
You blame it on Alexia â she tells you her name as she pots three balls in a row â and try not to acknowledge the taunts from your friends at the bar, most of them having watched the entire game from afar to have something to talk about tomorrow. âYou win,â comes your pitiful concession after a brutal defeat. âSo, what will your prize be?âÂ
Itâs an easy answer.Â
That morning, throat hoarse from the cries that left it the night before, eyes red and tired and way too sensitive to light for you to consider drinking a drop of alcohol ever again, you wrap your arms around the warm body in the unfamiliar bed, finding the intimacy to have lived on longer than it should for a one-night-stand. Barcelona is warm and sunny, the day one to be enjoyed, and the company the best you have had in a while.Â
It isnât just that Alexia is a goddess. It isnât the Amazonian ridges of her stomach and the firmness of her thighs, nor the softness of her hair or the deft movements of her fingers against your scarred skin. No, that is not what has, in just one evening, made you fall in love with her. (You bite your lip as you are overcome with emotion, chest filling up â with which feeling, you do not know â, heart pounding into your bones as the rhythm of your desire to be in Alexiaâs life sets into the very framework of your being.) No! How could it be that? How could it be that when there is more?Â
The coarseness of her determination; the slippery confidence, delicate and sharp, as though it is both the petal of a rose and the thorn that will prick you. Her humour, mistranslated at times, but always ready to make fun of idiots (most often, a specific idiot with a neck tattoo, as you come to realise).Â
Personally, you believe it to be unfair that Alexia, Alexia Putellas, is simply âall thatâ.Â
Getting to know each other fails to feel awkward, though you spend a lot of time waiting for the tension to appear.Â
She discovers who you are, how you have moved to Barcelona for inspiration, finding that very thing lacking in dreary Leeds (the most depressing place on Earth, you could argue). She learns of your dream, although you label it as your âplanâ: to write a play and to see it on the stage, preferably a grand theatre in the West End. Or in Stratford, where upon lies the greatest soil from which a playwright can grow.Â
You show her your empty pages, devoid of black print marks. White and white, that goes on until it is clear that you have tired of pressing the âenterâ button as though it will ignite a story within. A story that hasnât yet come, mind.Â
âDo you think it will work?â she asks you, her accusation carrying nothing but curiosity once you see past the abrupt manner in which she interrupts your lengthy monologue about your severe case of writerâs block.Â
Maybe you intend to be a little vague, for the sake of your racing heart and your delicate emotions, because you only shrug. You have already found your inspiration, not that you are going to tell her.Â
Alexia is forward in the sense that she checks how temporary your presence is in her city before asking you out on a date. Your answer of âhowever long this shit takesâ is enough for her to be sure that she wants a second. A third, too.Â
Then, before you know it, it has been a year.Â
A year of Barcelona, a year of Spanish sun, and, excitingly, a year in which you have been cured; fingers blessed with movement and ideas and words on the tip of your tongue that run free in Alexiaâs ear as you talk and talk and talk. She listens and listens and listens, and switches into the focus of your pairing when you go with her to watch her team play and play and play (why the fuck does football have so many matches?!). The final stage direction, all curling italics and sentimentality, sits at the bottom of the page.Â
The end of your play.Â
It is finished, it is done, and, soon after you have revised it one last time, it is sent to your producer friend with a nervous click of the ânew emailâ button and the hope that he is thankful for the times at university when you cared for him when he drank himself so silly that he barely made it to his lectures two days after the night-out.Â
âIt feels good,â you tell Ingrid, the girlfriend of the idiot with the neck tattoo, beaming as she inquires about your work. âI feel like I lived through it to get to this moment, you know? All thatâs left to do is for him to read it and decide whether heâll pick it up. Then, table reads and funding, of course. Iâd want to direct, but, also, Iâm not going to sell this one. Leasing it and taking a percentage of the royalties will make me loads more, because, Ingrid, this one is the best thing Iâve ever written.âÂ
There is a moment, usually, that comes after you have finished writing. A brief, sharp sort of panic, where you question your worth and your talent; you wonder if you have been lied to your whole life, and that your version of the same twenty-six letters of the alphabet, jumbled up on a white canvas as though you are (after a sleepless, usually) Picasso, is terrible. Or, worse, bad.Â
Bad. Bad is so⌠plain. If it is just âbadâ, you have failed as a writer. If it is not outrageous or unbelievably horrible, or, as one obviously hopes, incredible and amazing⌠if it is just âbadâ, well: âAlexia, Iâm terrified.âÂ
Alexia kisses your neck (you do not feel the finality of it, or maybe it is that you do not want to) because she knows it isnât bad; she is more than aware that your play, your new creation, is really rather good. Brilliant, even. âTranquila, mi amor,â she murmurs in your ear, bringing her arms to rest on your tense shoulders, a hand closing your laptop on its journey. âLe va a flipar.âÂ
âYou think so?âÂ
âSĂ.â
âAre you saying that because weâre together and you love me?â Your voice is small and unsure, and its teasing lilt is thrown off-kilter by the croak of your anxiety. âOr do you mean it? Please, I hope you mean it.âÂ
âI mean it.â She hates that she does. âYes, of course I mean it. I love you and I am proud of you.â She hates it, she hates this, and she hates the talent your mind wields; something that is going to rip you from her grasp. It was bound to happen.
Your phone rings; soft, electronic trills dancing in the space between you and the coffee table it has been placed on. âI think thatâs him,â you whisper, the volume you had intended to speak at smited by the nervous lump in your throat. Alexia nods mournfully, but you are too busy accepting the call to see.
âLetâs do this,â he says.Â
âŚ
The first frost of London comes that January. Itâs unusual, the locals claim, because the city exists in its own polluted microclimate, but their statistics do not stop the layer of ice from freezing onto the windshield of your car. You are glad London feels just as cold as you do.Â
Your play is beloved by the actors who speak your words, and the critics amongst your friend group, who for once, have no criticism to give. There is promise here. It is going very well.Â
You drive to the theatre, ready to sit in on another rehearsal. Though your original intention had been to direct, you pawed off the role to an old school friend upon her return from Broadway. Your decision, you tell her, comes from a lack of experience in direction. You pretend to have had an epiphany: you only want to write the plays.Â
In truth, this is a lie.Â
Of course it is a lie.Â
But how can you direct such happiness, such love and romance, if you know that the very thing that inspired each line has ceased to exist?Â
Alexia feels like she has ceased to exist.Â
On the outside, she seems relatively fine. She trains well, plays well, makes appearances where she should, says what youâd expect of her, hopes to make the world a better place. She walks Nala as though the Pomeranian does not whine for you to hold her leash, and she visits her mother and sister even though they continue to ask her why she did what she did.Â
At night, she scrolls through social media, fingers always leading her back to you; your life; your work; your experiences that you no longer share with her. She cries, then, usually: a common occurrence nowadays.Â
There is a gaping hole in her chest that has been made by her sticking her fucking foot in it.Â
She has questions, naturally; each directed hatefully at herself. Why? Why, why why? Why on Earth did she tell you never to come back? Why did she blame you for leaving?Â
You were always going to leave! Alexia knows that, hates that she knows that.Â
You came to Barcelona because you couldnât write, and you wrote. You wrote, you made her fall in love with you, and, when you had finished, you discarded the life you had unexpectedly built all because of some stupid, stupid play.Â
A play titledâ
A play.Â
A⌠Alexia canât even bring herself to think about it.Â
No, all Alexia can think about is how insignificant she feels when you are no longer in love with her. You: sophisticated, intelligent, brilliant, adoring. Her?Â
âLex, you canât mope if youâre the one who broke it off.â The words leave Albaâs mouth in jest but Alexia recoils as though she has been whipped by her sisterâs tongue.Â
âIâm trying to be cool about it,â she replies like it is the most obvious thing in the world.
It seems as though the globe has spun a full circle on its axis by the time Alba formulates her response, dumb-struck by such fucking idiocy.Â
Alba hopes her sister feels like a fool â she hopes Alexia looks at herself in the mirror and⌠laughs, at this point. The whole thing has been ridiculous, in her opinion.Â
First, her sister claims she is in love with a playwright with no plays to her name (Alba is examining the facts objectively, here, because she did quite like you); then, poof! Like a rabbit in a magicianâs hat played in twisted reverse, away you go, and it somehow isnât even your fault.Â
Sheâd like to hate you, for her sisterâs sake, but she finds herself loathing her own blood as it thins and thins until it trickles just like water.Â
Okay, maybe she is being a little dramatic there, but she is still annoyed with Alexia.Â
Alexia â whose existence as more-than-a-footballer is fading as she loses herself to waves of futile guilt â hates that she cannot hate you. She is plagued by emotional constipation, and though she tries to squeeze the situation for a drop of cruelty from you, she fails to discover a gram of relief.
It would have been kinder for you to have been cruel. Mercy is getting Alexia nowhere, and she would run to you if it were fast enough. Mercy is what renders her in a perpetual state of regret. Mercy is what keeps her up at night, but maybe mercy is what she likes having because it is yours and, in that way, she carries a piece of you with her.Â
To confuse herself even more, to skew her mind further onto a path of unconventional self-destruction, she silently begs the mercy you have left behind to disappear so that she can learn to do without it. Itâll become a crutch and she wants it ripped from her grasp so that she can learn to walk on her own. Sheâs capable of that, she tells herself.Â
(It probably isnât true.)
âŚ
Opening night.Â
Youâre wearing something far too nice to be comfortable, and there has been a champagne flute in your hand since the lunch held by the investors of the production company. The bubbles have served their purpose, clouding your mind with thoughts that werenât to do with Alexia and her Alexia life and her Alexia smile and her Alexia way of making an Alexia-shaped cavity in your heart.Â
It gushes quite a bit, because Alexia is strong and big and capable of damaging you to this extent. You reckon your surprise is foolish but fuck off, youâre trying your best.Â
Comfortingly, not one scrap of red velvet is visible once the audience is ushered inside the theatre.Â
Itâs beautiful here; small, old. The perfect place to fall in love, just as you did. Or at least, experience the good part through deliciously talented actors and a stellar script (your horn has been tooted enough times for you to give it a go).Â
Fear creeps up your legs as you take your seat in the front row, guarded by friends and family and proud English teachers whoâd believe in you, but you take another sip and it simmers down.Â
âCareful,â whispers your mum, shoulder nudging yours as you place your plastic cup (no glass in the auditorium) on the patterned carpet just as the show is about to begin. âYouâll not remember this if you donât take a break.âÂ
And youâre halfway to announcing you donât want to remember anything at all when the curtain goes up and a woman walks onto stage.Â
Itâs sobering.Â
The audience is restlessly quiet, anticipating the brilliance theyâve been promised with an impatience that demands to be sated, but the actress takes her sweet time.Â
She walks from stage left to stage right, then up and down. Sheâs passively searching for something.Â
Someone.Â
(Itâs the fucking point, and you knew this would happen because you typed out these exact stage directions once upon a time. Alexia had misplaced a sock â a lucky sock, she claimed â and her passion, her desire to discover it, had weirdly morphed into a scene you could see being played out on a stage.)Â
âFigure this out later,â speaks the actress with a satisfied smile, folding her arms over her chest. Finally, the audienceâs breaths catch, enraptured by the vaguest cop-out of opening lines you couldâve chosen.Â
They love it, though; they lean forwards in their seats as they are plucked from London and dropped into the middle of Barcelona. Itâs mildly unnerving that you canât escape the journey, clearly a member of the audience even if you donât need to be told the story, but you land without the masses in the rows behind you.Â
You land right into Alexiaâs arms.Â
There she is before you, in all her glory, proudly displaying the blue and red that she is so admirably dedicated to. Muscular and tanned, beautiful in the way that she always is, but shining brighter than just that.Â
And you fucking hate it.Â
When you imagine Alexia, you imagine her crippled and bed-ridden. Cracked knuckles come to mind, too, and she can barely speak without descending into rattling sobs that hack on and on until she somehow falls into fitful rest.Â
You come prepared for absolution, expecting to see her dying just as you are, so itâs no wonder that your fists clench at her blasĂŠ declaration of âno regretsâ.Â
(By the way, Alexiaâs not really there. Youâd been stalking her Instagram and so thatâs why sheâs wearing her training kit, and⌠and youâre drunk!)
There are many things youâd like to say to her.Â
Alexia had always been apprehensive of your relationship. She was closed-off to new people, and though she was certain of your importance to her, she was untrusting of much else. It happens when youâre famous; there are many wrong turns to take. And she needed to stay on the right path.Â
It was impossible to pass Alexiaâs test.Â
For you, that is clear. Broken up with, told to leave and never come back, and begged to find someone else are not descriptors of the winner, nor she who achieved full marks. Youâre a bit of a stranger to failing, but youâre trying to forget about it so that it never happens again.Â
Youâre breaking a sweat trying to banish her from your brain, barely registering the applause rippling through the theatre as you reach the interval. Trying to get her out of your head is like tugging at your intestines â a hand down your throat renders you dumb, and pains sears through your stomach as you are emptied and left to be a carcass.
âIs it good?â you ask your mum as you head to the bar in the foyer.Â
âI wish you had let me meet her.âÂ
âŚ
Alexia has never been to London outside of football before. Sheâs played in the north and in the south â sheâs won every time â and itâs summery enough right now, but she is still a foreigner in the city.Â
Itâs fitting, this feeling of being lost, and itâs acceptable to feel it here because she has an excuse. Lost in Barcelona would be ridiculous.Â
(But she is.)Â
Why is Alexia in London when she could be in Spain?Â
Well the only answer is that she has a ticket to a play in a theatre just off the West End that reminds her of someone she once loved.Â
She thought it might help, seeing as she hasnât scored a goal in four weeks with no assists to excuse the drought. Her manager gladly gave her the weekend to recharge, and she escapes matchday seven of Liga F under the guise of illness.Â
While sleeping with your pillow, your t-shirt, she must have absorbed whatever the fuck you were on. By osmosis.Â
That block.Â
And now she has to act like she canât read your mind.Â
Her ticket, acquired last minute by a friend in high places as a massive favour, means that she has a front row seat to a damned play. She is well-prepared for the dread that wrenches her gut.Â
The silence settling over her is uncomfortable and impatient, and the lights go down with a sense of impending doom. Itâs a bit like being on death row, Alexia thinks. Here she gets to see the good things â a last meal of whatever she would like (you, of course thatâs you) â but it is only because of her inevitable execution that this happens.Â
The necklace hanging from her collarbones is a noose, the seat is a wooden box about to be kicked out from underneath her, and she needs to make her decision now: does she scream? Should sheâÂ
Sheâs pulled out of her insanely dramatic spiral by a woman walking onto the stage.Â
Her shoulders are hunched slightly and she has that look in her eye; that pang of hunger.Â
The actress is recognisable, sure, but that is not the familiarity that strikes Alexia.Â
Itâs the character.Â
Itâs you.Â
Walking from right to left, towards the back, down to the front, the actress is desperately searching for something.Â
Inspiration, Alexia assumes, a smug smile briefly brushing her lips as the opening line breaks the tense silence.Â
âFigure this out later,â you say.Â
The actress is experienced but she has never read a script like yours before. It moved her to tears, though you claimed it was very happy.Â
She lies awake at night, furiously envying those who could love like you do.Â
She pities you, partly, because itâs no secret that the story of this love ended when you came here to put the show on.Â
She has had to fall in love with someone â method acting, according to the director.Â
Itâs not quite the universe exploding and stars being born that your relationship must have been, but itâs alright and she is glad to see him in the audience.Â
Heâs next to a woman who does not seem to be enamoured by the beauty of the plot.Â
A woman who seems absolutely fucking horrified.Â
Her eyes are wide, fists clenched.
You â the real you â are watching Alexia with curiosity, more interested in her reaction to the play than the play itself. You wonder if she knows the significance of tonight; the reason you are here once more.Â
In one month, the set and costumes will be packed up in boxes and taken onto the main street.Â
Itâs a dream come true.Â
Youâre here to announce the good news at the end of the show.Â
âŚ
âAlexia.âÂ
She tries not to turn around but she does.Â
The night is cool and fresher than sheâd expected the London pollution to allow, and the lamp posts are scarily looming over her as she forces herself to not run into your arms. You donât wear a coat, although your year in Barcelona has borne a certain nostalgia for a warmer climate, but Alexia is wrapped up warm.Â
âHow⌠how are you doing?âÂ
You cringe at how apologetic it sounds. She broke up with you.Â
There is a year that will be forever lost to love and happiness, bliss in Barcelona that was always going to be too good to be true.Â
There is a year that you will never get back, but there is a breakup you must deal with.Â
Itâs not a brick wall, itâs a hurdle to jump over.Â
Breaking up wonât be the end of your worlds.Â
Knowing this, despite the weakness in her knees and the aching of her heart, Alexia lies. For your sake, she lies.Â
âIâm good. Itâs nice to see you.âÂ
Youâre drowning but youâll eventually remember how to swim.Â
âYou too,â you say with formulated sincerity that one day will grow naturally. âScore a goal next time you play, though.âÂ
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CALL IT DOUBLE TROUBLE â F. READER x GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU, who have a habit of sharing everything
Itâs been a while since you last saw your college ex-boyfriend Gojo and a Halloween party led to your reconnection. It was cool to see him again, although your break-up was messy. What turned out to be a plot twist, was that he now has a handsome best friend and together, they are deadly.
cw: smut, exes to lovers, strangers to lovers, threesome, double penetration, praise, cum play, oral (f & m receiving), su*cide is mentioned (no description, just brief mention), reader discretion is advised â 6k words
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a/n: with that post I'm concluding the kinktober - sorry about the delay! work overwhelmed me, it sucked the life out of me, but I'll be getting back to writing now, so stay tuned! also, we hit 1300 followers, so I just want to say thank you so much for being here and reading the shit I post!
You were never that big on parties â you found them mostly annoying with the masses pushing and pulling all around you, drunk assholes that never seem to understand how consent works and even more drunk girls, that throw themselves at anyone slightly attractive. At least thatâs how you remember every party you were on during your college years. You experienced firsthand how much effort men can put into chasing a hem of a mini skirt and you also saw in real life, how women were flexing their assets just to get into the pants they want. Unfortunately, usually pants that were in the biggest demand, were coincidentally belonging to your boyfriend. Uh, yeah, maybe thatâs why you donât really like parties.
Dating Satoru Gojo was a blessing, in some parts â he was just lovely to you. He was caring, to some extent, he was sweet-talking you into everything he wanted, and his arrogance always seemed to fly right over your head, but you loved him for longer than he deserved. You trusted him to not sleep with those eagerly spreading girls and he never did. At least thatâs what you like to believe. Flirting with them â that was a different story. Satoru was an attention whore, really. He was basking in the gazes glued to him, the salivating mouths were feeding his already enormous ego and he seemed to have the time of his life pulling the strings of those poor, naĂŻve girls that every time believed him when he told them they are just so pretty. His crystalline blue eyes were capable of turning lesbians into straight and straights into gay. The number of suggestive pictures he posed for flooded your social media each time after the parties you attended with him, and not one of those pictures heâs ever taken with you. And then, after leaving the frat houses and clubs, he would tell you how lucky you are to have him, how all of those silly girls were offering him their pussies oh so eagerly. Heâd tell you how they envied you. All while heâd fuck you. You spent two years with him, then came the break-up and just as everything that involved Satoru was messy â so was your parting.
You really had no pleasure in partying, after freeing yourself from the toxicity of Gojo, you finally found peace. You flew through college with ease and after it ended, you found yourself quite a nice job â you were okay without attending any kinds of alcohol and loud music related people gatherings. Thatâs until Shoko called you earlier that month, practically begging you to pay her a visit on Halloween. She was in the city, having her family house all to her disposal due to her family being on a trip somewhere warm. It was a party where all of your college, mutual friends were going to be, a little reconnection if you will and she insisted you show up as well. It really sounded lovely to see where all of your friends landed in lives. With some you still had a regular contact, but some just went their ways and you rarely crossed paths with them, so you agreed to be there. That was a perfect opportunity to catch up and you were excited.
For some unknown reason, not even once you considered Gojo to be there as well. You just kind of pushed the memory of him to the back of your head, you removed him from the picture of your mutual circle of friends and completely you forgot that heâll most likely be there as well. You realized it when Shoko asked you about him.
âHave you seen Gojo already?â, her tone was quite cautious when she mentioned the name to you, and with the way you looked at her from above your dying cigarette, she spoke again, âYou know heâs gonna be there as well, donât you?â
âGuess I blacked out that possibility,â you mumbled, shrugging softly to shake off the uneasiness of the thought and killing the cig in the sink before throwing it away. âNo, I havenât seen him and I hope it will stay that way.â
âOh, youâre still wounded after him?â
âNo, Sho, Iâm not wounded,â you grabbed yourself a red cup from the array on one of the tables in the kitchen. You had no idea what concoction of liquid courage was inside every each of them, but you really couldnât care less. If that was one of your first parties in years, you were not going to be picky and you trusted Shoko enough to not have death in those cups. âIâm really not. Thing is⌠I donât know, itâs been so many years, Iâm not really sure what to even tell him. We broke up in a mess that wasnât addressed ever since, so you know.â
âYeah, right, I remember the insanity of that action. Gojo was haunting my dreams for two weeks after the suicidal stunt he pulled off.â Ieiri flinched at the memory but laughed right after realizing how stupid all of that was. âHe was a drama queen, we have to give him that.â
âSee?â
âWell, youâll most likely see him anyway, so just a hi will be good.â
âNoted.â
She left you to greet someone, and you shook your head, hoping to get rid of the flashbacks, but they were inevitable, you guessed it. Long time after ending things with Gojo you couldnât find peace after what happened. You think you will forever remember the argument that unraveled after you told him youâre breaking up with him. There was so much screaming, your head pounded with pain for two days straight after that. Nothing more than accusing of the most bizarre shits and poison was spilling from his mouth when, for the first time, Satoru Gojo was informed that someone else is leaving him. Usually, it was him who ended things up, it was him who was cutting the strings and he was too immature back then to come to terms that other people are also entitled to just go away. You remember he went completely feral, almost psychotic as he was laughing at some point, throwing ironic insults at you as if it was gonna make you stay. He had to prove a point that itâs not you who want to leave him. Itâs him who want to break up and you just accidentally happened telling him that before he managed to do so. After that, he threatened you that he will kill himself and he made it everybodyâs problem â you had to know it, Shoko had to know it and every single one of your friends had to know it as well. You heard from Ieiri that after about three weeks he got back to being his usual arrogant playboy, as if he didnât just cause drama of the century. He moved on. Traumatized everyone around him, but moved on nonetheless. Now you found the situation kind of funny. You were just kids and you were not meant to be together. Thatâs just how life works and you wondered sometimes if Satoru learned a little more life after that or did he stay the same.
Sighing again, you took the cup and slipped in between people in the living room, stepping outside to breathe some fresh air on the terrace, thankful that no one was there. Or so you thought and no wonder you almost jumped out of your own skin when you heard a voice right next to you.
âFire?â He asked, after a moment of watching you search for the lighter in the pockets of your makeshift schoolgirl uniform. The unlit cigarette in your mouth betraying what you were looking for.
His tone was soft, saccharine sweet and calm at the same time and as you looked up at him, it somewhat matched the picture that met your eyes. The man was tall and broad, dressed all in black with dress pants and a hoodie. His sleeves half up, exposing the veiny forearms as he was keeping his lighter visible, ready to give you a hand.
âYes, please,â you replied finally, leaning into the fire he opened and with relief you take the first breath in. You were not a smoker in your day-to-day life. One pack of cigarettes lasted you a year, but it was Shokoâs influence that today made you poison your lungs more than usual. âThanks.â
âIâm Suguru. Geto Suguru,â he introduced himself, offering you his palm and you gave it a short squeeze, telling him your own name. You couldnât find his face in your memories, and youâd like to think that such handsome features would tattoo themselves into your brain in one way or another. He had to come with someone else, you figured. Probably a boyfriend or a husband even. You couldnât care less about asking. âEnjoying the party?â
âIâm not big on parties, really,â you shrugged, keeping your gaze away from him because hell, he made it so easy to stare with his long luscious, black hair resting over his shoulders and back, half tied up in a little bun just to get them out of his face. You couldnât tell what his costume was, he had some kind of alternative style going on, slightly rocker vibes with his pierced ears and silver chains hanging from his neck, but it might have as well be his usual style â he looked good in it. He most certainly looked like a big, red flag but hell was the flag attractive.
âI see. Well, Iâm not either,â he confessed, huffing out a greyish cloud of smoke out of his lungs and by the smell of it, you could tell it wasnât nicotine.
âWhat youâre smoking?â
âWeed, why? Wanna try it?â It was an offer that you should politely say no to, but it was your first and probably last party in a while, so you asked yourself why not and took the joint from his fingers.
âSo, youâre here with someone?â you questioned, just to keep the conversation going once you gave him the smoke back. You could feel the unfamiliar but somehow pleasant burn in your lungs after the drag you took and slowly you blew the fume out. Suguru found the view attractive. Sharing a joint with you felt a little more intimate than it should have, the way your lips wrapped around the brownish paper made him wonder how would they look wrapped around something else. Thoughts like this shouldnât bloom in his head right after heâs met you, not when heâs an adult man, not a stupid kid anymore, but some things couldnât be stopped.
âYeah,â he inhaled once more, deeply enough to kill the joint and throw it away. You watched for a moment how he kept the smoke in his lungs, letting it go after a moment. The cloud escaping through his mouth and nose in a soft stream. Fuck, what a gorgeous man. Whoever was the girl that got him had to be lucky. âYou know him, he told me about you.â
Oh, never mind.
âHe? Ah, fuck, donât tell me you came here with that idiot,â you reached down for your cup that few moments prior you put on the ground while searching for a lighter.
âOw, youâre hurting my feelings, sweetheart.â
And there he was. You wondered where that tower of an asshole hid.
Once you look back at Geto, there was also Satoru. He was standing next to his friend slash partner, with his forearm propped over Suguruâs shoulder as he looked at you from above the black glasses, with the very familiar grin painted on his face. Gojo changed a lot since you last saw him. He was now buffier, seemed even taller than you remembered, and his facial features matured â his jaw became more square, eyes a little more lidded and even the smirk on his lips seemed less playboy-ish and more menacingly manly. He lost his princess looks and became a man. You wondered if his character changed as well, because you could still see him using his looks to take what he wanted.
âOh, do I?â You questioned, eyeing him up and down. His clothes were almost exactly the same as Getoâs â only difference being the light color and the fact his sweatshirt had no hood. What he was wearing completely contrasted to what his friend had on and it made sense if they were here together. Black and white, like yin and yang. You had no idea if they were here as friends or lovers, but either way, you wouldnât be surprised.
âYou sure do,â Satoru shook his head, his smile now more friendly as he approached you, entrapping you in a hug that surely took you by surprise. âItâs good to see you, beautiful.â
âYou too,â you guessed, not completely convinced about what you just said but you let it be.
âIâm sorry. I have to say it before you run away from me. Iâm really sorry, I was a dick when we were dating,â Gojoâs voice reached your ears directly, but you had a hard time believing what you were hearing. He was never a type to apologize for anything. Please, sorry and thank you is a set of words that you were certain he never used and yet there he was, saying just that. He really evolved. Or he wanted something.
âYeah, you were. Hope youâre not anymore,â you chuckled softly, brushing your hand over his side.
âI try not to be,â he confessed quietly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your neck before letting go of you. He shouldnât have kiss you like that, but the feeling of longing was way stronger than him. Even if for a moment, he had to just have a little taste of you.
Ever since you broke up, Gojo had no idea how much he missed having you in his arms. Up until that night he was okay with some random girls coming into and getting out of his bed with no strings attached. He seemed to be unable to form a lasting relationship after you, you were his first and last girlfriend that he committed to for so long, no matter how poorly. Even if he was nothing but an asshole to you, he often wished to marry you back in the college. Even if he couldnât possibly show you how much he cared, because his childish behaviors were standing in the way of him reaching your heart properly, he really thought you will be the one and only in his life and even if he seemed to move on so quickly after you broke up with him, it was only for show. A cover up for the thunderstorm that was raging inside his chest, a band aid over the bleeding wound. No other girl was able to even half-fill the emptiness you left in his heart.
You were special to him and it thrilled him to the core when for the first time he heard from Shoko that you agreed to be there, because if it wasnât for you, he wouldnât show up as well. His time for partying finished along with his fourth year of college, when he realized there was less and less fun in drinking alcohol and forcing himself into flirting. When it came to you, he had never needed to force himself to do anything. He was just an immature kid when you dated, but he loved the time you gave him.
And now, you were still fitting perfectly into his body. As if he was made from memory foam that still remembered your shape. Now, you were still just as beautiful and breathtaking as he remembered you. In your little, schoolgirl mini skirt, thigh-high socks and a white button up shirt with a loosened tie you looked way sexier than you had a reason to. Itâs been quite some time since he was that aroused from just looking at someone and you made him harder than he thought is possible. Fuck, what you were doing to him?
âSo, what do you do now? Still living from party to party and from girl to girl?â You asked, taking a sip of your drink. It was strong and it really was better for you to take it in slowly, but there was a certain burn of nervousness tied to meeting your ex that you needed to drown.
âNo, itâs in the past,â Satoru replied, inviting you inside, where all three of you found a nice place to sit on one of the couches. You landed between the two men. âI took the lead of my fatherâs company, Suguruâs my partner in crime. Weâre doing good, I donât party anymore. Honestly, if Shoko didnât give me a sign that you will be there, I wouldnât probably step by.â
âOh, so you came to haunt me,â you joked, earning a soft chuckle from him.
âYeah, kind of. Couldnât reach you before and wanted to sort this whole mess out. Iâm usually cool with having enemies, but youâre not someone I want to have as enemy.â
You gave his words a soft roll of your eyes. Maybe few years back youâd let yourself be sugarcoated into believing him, but not now. Maybe, just maybe, he matured a little, but some things will never change. Gojo was a flirt, is a flirt and probably will always be a flirt. But hell, was he cute. You cursed his innate ability to attract you from a mile.
âSure, whatever,â you shrugged and the conversation after that was flowing nicely. You got to know Suguru, you learned who he is and why did he stick with Satoru. It was a friendship they developed that kept them together and maybe it was thanks to Geto that your ex wasnât so much of an asshole anymore. Maybe itâs the brunetteâs calm personality that somewhat grounded the playboy. Or maybe it was all an illusion. Yea, it had to be an illusion. There was no way that these two six-foot-three giants were not causing some troubles.
Yeah, they were a trouble. Double trouble, to be exact, and you got to learn that when the doors of one of many bedrooms on the floor closed behind you. You donât even know how and why you agreed to go with them anywhere in the first place. You had no idea how on earth did Satoru sweet-talked you into fucking him again. For the old timeâs sake, my ass. And more important, how did he sweet-talked you into fucking not only him, but also Suguru? At the same time?! You were not built for this, thatâs for sure.
âLetâs have fun like we always did, yeah?â Gojo had this typical, shit-eating grin stretched on his face, when he was pulling you by the wrist onto the bed. Geto took his time and lit up another joint, opting to just stand and watch for now. He had a smirk on, his eyes were fixed on you, and you could tell that they werenât new to sharing a woman. It really was obvious they did that before.
You had no time to think if that surprises you at all. Satoru was a stranger to patience. He never enjoyed waiting and always went straight for what he wanted, and this time was no exception.
âGod, you look so fucking hot as a schoolgirl,â he muttered, burying his face into your neck, nibbing and kissing wet marks onto your skin whilst his fingers were already dealing with buttons of your white shirt. Your body acted on its own accord, responding to the red stains of his lips and the cold touch of his fingers with excitement that you felt for the last time when you were in college. It bothered you that you still were so receptive to the way he feels on you, you thought that youâre way over the Gojo effect but seems like you were gravelly wrong. âWhat a naughty one,â Satoru chuckled, his voice bordered a moan when he finally opened your shirt and your shapely tits, hugged beautifully by a lace bra entered his field of view. âFuck, I missed those.â
âYouâre talking too much,â you grabbed him by the hair, tugging the snow-white strands at the base of his neck and pushing his face down your neck and onto your chest, hoping it will shut him up. That was the issue with your ex. He really was a phenomenal lay but he was just talking so damn much. That was what ultimately pushed you over the edge when you were together back in the day. You just couldnât stand listening about other women while he was with you.
âMaybe I am,â he chuckled, sucking a red spot onto one of your tits, earning himself another tug on the hair.
âDonât mark me, idiot,â you warned him, but it was already too late and both of you knew it.
âMy, my⌠so nervous. Let me help you relax,â Gojo smiled wide and made you lay flat on the bed. It took him no time to find his place between your thighs and before you even got a chance to react, he was already pulling your panties off of you. For a split second, your mind got distracted by the subtle scent of weed thatâs filling the air. The smell that reminded you that itâs not only you and your ex in the room, but also another person.
âDonât worry about me,â Geto smiled. Something mischievous lingered over his lips as he did before he took another drag. The joint between his fingers slowly but surely becoming smaller as he was saturating his lungs with the fumes, only to breathe them out after a moment.
âAre you not going to join?â You asked, your voice slightly breaking into a whine once Satoru flicked his tongue over your clit, reminding you how well he spoke the language of your body. He was fluent in your pleasure, you were never sure if it came to him with experience or was he just naturally gifted, but either way, he had a skill and was proud of it. He began eating you out like he was starving for the past decade. His tongue worked the puffy nub of nerves all the way around, he sucked and licked, slurped and kissed your cunt, causing your body to jolt in pleasure. He was purring while between your legs, his long fingers already working their way into your hole. The stretch was delicious, the symphony of his mouth and hands was slowly driving you insane.
âYouâre so sweet,â Satoru mumbled, taking the pleasure away to smear some wet kisses along your inner thighs. âSheâs so incredibly sweet, Suguru, you have to taste her,â he added, accentuating the thought with a bite onto the fat of your thigh. His friend just chuckled, making his way towards you and he handed you his half smoked joint.
âIâd love to,â Geto replaced your ex between your thighs. He kept looking into your eyes when he opened his mouth, presenting you with his pierced tongue. Little, metallic ball in the middle of the muscle glistened in the artificial lighting and it made you moan out loud, when he swiped it along your slit, gathering your juices. There was something absolutely intimidating about his calm demeanor, something nearly diabolic but it was exactly what attracted you to him. He was complete opposite to Satoru. He wasnât bright and loud; his eyes werenât big and vibrant. He looked mysterious, he kept himself quieter, his eyes kept the focus that Gojo couldnât achieve. They really were made for each other.
âOh godâ,â your eyes nearly rolled back as he began working on your swollen clit ruthlessly. You had no idea if it was because of the piercing or was it just his skill, but it felt even better then when the snow-white was between your thighs. Or maybe it was just you being so turned on by him.
âYou like it?â, your ex asked, grinning as he was taking the time to undress himself. âKnew youâre gonna enjoy it.â
You spared him the comment, losing the track of thoughts in the way Suguru was making you feel. You could have sworn you never felt something like this, he was just incredible with the way his tongue was engraving his own name into your clit. Cold metal of his piercing doubled down the pleasure you were receiving, contrasting with the heat of his muscle.
Your thighs began to tremble, your toes curled in, and you felt yourself quickly falling down the hole of ultimate lust. Euphoria was rushing through your veins; your heart was drumming in your chest as the smoke was leaving your lungs after the drag you took from the joint in your hand. Suguru was pushing you over the edge with such ease it felt illegal. You could feel him grinning proudly from his spot between your legs, you could feel his fingers gripping your hips with bruising strength, keeping them in place while he was slurping your soul straight from your weeping pussy.
Your orgasm exploded and you called out Suguruâs name. He didnât stop. He kept drinking, thirsty for more of you as your juices coated his tongue and the bottom of his handsome face.
âYou really do taste fucking sweet,â he commented, getting up and crawling above you. His lips were on yours the moment he reached your face. He tasted the smoke and you tasted yourself in that kiss. It didnât last long, but the intensity of it made you almost dizzy. âLetâs get you out of this uniform.â
 It took just few moments until you were completely bare underneath the heavy gaze of two men around you. Satoru was just in his underwear, the tent in them painfully apparent and you knew him well enough that he wonât be able to wait much longer, but what bothered you was the fact that Suguru was still completely clothed. He looked sexy in his dark outfit, but he can look sexy in it later.
âArenât you a teaseââ you muttered, once he got up from the bed to drown the rest of the joint in what little of alcohol was left in one of your cups on the bedside table. âTake this off.â You demanded, coming up to your knees and pushing his hoodie up.
âHow demanding,â he laughed but complied and you managed to just blink twice before his god-like figure presented itself to you. A muscular, large body beautifully decorated with a dragon tattoo that wrapped its tail around his right bicep and spread on his back. You couldnât decide what to focus on â his impressive musculature, the ink on his skin or the fact that even though he still had his pants on, you could already feel yourself salivating.
Satoru was right behind you, swiping the angry tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering your slick and making you shiver from the touch. He then pushed his girth into you, stretching you impossibly and pulling a quiet, whiny fuck straight out of your throat. Itâs been a while since youâve been having sex with anyone, not to say anyone with that size, but you couldnât deny that the burn was delicious. It set all your senses on fire, the heatwave washed over you and once Gojo went with the first thrust, it reminded you how much you missed the physical act of intimacy with him.
âCanât focus, pretty girl?â, Suguru brought your attention back to himself. His long fingers gently gathered all of your hair into a messy ponytail, and you got the hint immediately. As on cue, you unbuckled his pants, pushing them down almost too eagerly. âGood girl.â
The praise in his tone got you weak, you were already becoming a mess from how perfectly Satoru was fucking you right now, pounding his hips against yours in the mind-numbing manner. His cock hitting all of the sweet spots inside of you with each long stroke and that was enough to make you almost incapable of thinking straight, but your hands and mouth acted on its own.
Geto watched how your lips wrapped around his dick. The sight of you taking him into your mouth with such hunger was something he wanted to engrave onto his brain and if the picture was amazing, then there was no word to describe the feeling itself. Your soft, plush lips felt divine brushing along his sensitive shaft, your tongue dancing around his length made him almost lose his composure. You were a sight. And you made him feel so good, he could feel himself twitching in the hot, wet embrace of your mouth. You were sucking him as if your life was depending on it, as if it was your last supper and you wanted to devour it and every time his plump tip hit the back of your throat, he could feel you taking control over him.
âIsnât she amazing?â, Gojo mumbled from behind you. His grip remained iron on your hips, the bruising force being the only thing that was grounding you now. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your juices were running down your thighs and the wet sounds of skin slapping against each other were filling the room.
âOh, she is,â Geto confirmed, applying some force onto your head. The tug on your hair was enough to send you overboard and the vibration of your throat once you moaned were enough for him as well. You couldnât tell who came first, and frankly, you couldnât care less about it, as long as it felt so damn good.
âI, fuckâ I told you,â Satoru panted out. His hips moved slower as he was sloppily riding the high out. You licked the cock in front of you clean, satisfied with the first course but hungry for more.
You shouldnât allow all of this to happen. There was not a single argument that could justify everything that was happening right now â you shouldnât sneak out to god-knows-whose room in your friendâs house and you absolutely shouldnât sneak out there with not only your ex-boyfriend but also his friend. You couldnât even remember how you agreed to that. Why have you agreed to that? You had no idea. Was it to talk?
You wouldnât exactly call the way your body was being stuffed full by two cocks at the same time talking. You were squeezing Suguruâs shoulders as he was thrusting his hips up against yours. His body below you, laying flat on the bed made for a canvas for your nails to leave marks, but he didnât seem to mind at all. He was kissing you with a mixture of passion and laziness, a smirk stayed prominent on his lips as he was swallowing your moans. The subtle taste of weed in his mouth got you wanting more of him. He felt perfect in every way, his movements were setting your nervous system on fire as the heat was spreading over your entire body, radiating from your core. You could feel Satoruâs fingers teasing your clit, you could feel his lips smearing wet trails along your spine. The way his hips were moving seemed to be perfectly in sync with the brunette.
You were so full of them, you never felt something like this before. The initial pain you felt when Gojo pushed his girth into your asshole was long gone now as he was pounding into you in complete unison with how Geto was moving. The sensation of being so incredibly full turned your brain into a heated mush, your body was trembling between them, electrocuted time after time with a sharp waves of white pleasure. Your vision was blurry, the stars covered most of it. You could no longer tell whose hands were where and your thighs were wet and sticky from all the seed that was being pumped into you, gushing out with every piston of their hips.
âYouâre so perfect for us,â someone told you. A low, rasped out voice resounded right next to your ear, followed by a harsh bite onto your shoulder and the sudden wave of new pain that radiated from it pushed you over the edge. You were speeding, falling with no parachute. You couldnât breathe for a moment as the climax was overtaking you. âSuch a good girl, youâre making so much mess.â
âOh god,â you whimpered, gasping for air as their thrusts picked a pace. You couldnât form any coherent sentence as they were fucking the soul out of your body. Right after you came, they both came as well. Their cum coated your insides and leaked onto your thighs, dripping down as they pumped into you some more.
Gojo was first to pull out, spreading your cheeks and admiring how his white overflown your hole. The menacing grin spread across his face as he gripped your hips and lifted you off Suguruâs cock. The long-haired man sat up as you, led by your exâs hands turned to straddle Getoâs lap. Your back was facing his chest as he pulled you back onto his shaft. All of his length sank right into your ass, pulling a moan right from your chest.
âLook at you, so gorgeous,â Satoru was in front of you, admiring for a moment your bouncing figure before his long fingers slipped into your cunt, curling in a way that got him pressing onto your oversensitive sweet spots. âOpen your mouth for me.â
You barely registered his words, but your jaw dropped nonetheless. His cum coated digits slid right through your lips and you sucked on them, twirling your tongue around and tasting the mixture of your juices and their seeds. Suguruâs hands were kneading your breasts as his friend was playing with the mess between your thighs.
There was something deeply erotic in a way the white-haired man kept your gaze up. How he looked right into your eyes while you were being fucked by his best friend, how he enjoyed the way you gave them your body to play however they wanted. And it felt even more erotic when Satoru licked the lone drop of cum that escaped the corner of your mouth only to kiss you right after.
Geto was still slamming his pelvis up and you got stuck in the realm of pleasure, hanging somewhere between the movements of the cock in your ass and the lips over your own. You could feel your thighs trembling. Your body, still oversensitive from the last orgasm and yet, already entering the state of another. The wave of lustful relief now flowing dangerously close to your core, the knot in your stomach holding just barely and you squeezed Satoruâs hair, tugging at them harshly. You were struggling to breathe through the heavy kiss he was laying on your lips, but the sensation of it rendered you unable to fight it.
And then it hit you once again. The man below you filled you to the brim, tearing down the last bits of composure you had and your world shattered once the final climax. You felt as if the lust and desire were steaming off of all three of you. The breaths were mixed and the tastes concocted. As all three of you fell onto the bed, blissfully satisfied, you began to slowly regain your mind to the sound of a soft chuckle from your left side. Satoru. He had a habit of laughing when he was fulfilled â a sign of his happiness, the state nearing high. There was some gratefulness in it as well.
âHow are you feeling?â, the question came from the right side, where Suguru seemed to already plan how to take care of the entire mess. He kissed your shoulder softly.
âGood,â you replied to him, watching as he gathered himself up from the bed.
âYou rest a little bit longer; Iâll go get washed first and then you two.â
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Dark!Paul atreides x fem pregnant reader
Pt 4
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It had been almost 2 months since Paul had took over as emperor. Life was great, people treated you like a queen. You lived in a huge temple, with more handmaidens than you can count.
More importantly though, you had Paul. You no longer had to worry about him, as he was the most powerful man in the empire. Paul had been more colder, but in all honesty you didnât care, because he never was to you.
Last night you and Paul were sat in your shared bedroom, laying together in your bed. Paul was always doting on you, and ordered doctors to check on you every day. Last week a doctor had said you should stay in bed when possible, and that the baby was due anyday.
Your head was on his chest, his hands wrapped around you. You were so tired, your body was overwhelmed with pregnancy. đđťđđąđŽđ đťđźđ, you told yourself.
âHas the doctor been kind to you?â Paul questioned.
âHeâs nice, he seems to know what heâs talking aboutâ you say, your eyes closed.
âIf heâs ever đĄđźđ đťđśđ°đ˛ to you, tell meâ he says placing his hand over your large bump.
You nod into his chest before dozing off to sleep for the second time that day. Paul laughed to himself, he loved seeing you like this. He was excited for his son to come into the world but, in all honesty he is gonna miss you being pregnant.
He was going to miss the sight of you full with his child, your reliance on him, your pouty lips and watery eyes when you didnât get what you want.
He sighed kissing your head before slipping out of bed, to go back to work. He had been quite busy recently, due to only becoming emperor.
You awoke the next morning, looking to your side only to see no sight of Paul. Although you wished he was there it didnât come as a surprise, he was so busy lately. You sat up slightly, only for your mouth to drop in shock.
You looked down to see wetness on the bed. Your water had broken.
You called your handmaidens who were in the next room. They immediately came to your side, one running off to find the doctor.
The doctor came and got you comfortable, telling you that you still had at least two hours before the baby would come.
You tried to stay calm as your contractions worsened, after an hour you started crying for Paul, the doctor said it was best to leave him at his work.
You didnât listen and kept begging for him to be brought here. Finally one of you handmaidens agreed to tell him.
When Paul heard someone walk into his meeting room he was furious, đľđźđ đąđŽđżđ˛ đđľđ˛đ đśđťđđ˛đżđżđđ˝đ đđľđ˛ đ˛đşđ˝đ˛đżđźđż, he thought.
âGet outâ he said coldly.
âMy lord, itâs the empress, the baby is comingâ she said quickly and frighteningly.
Paulâs eyes widened in shock, as he quickly left a room, not a word to the men sat all around him.
Once arriving to your room, he noticed the door closed for your privacy.
âMy lord, itâs best for you to wait out here, birth is not a nice sightâ A guard said.
âAre you telling me the empress is not a beautiful sight?â He growled.
âN-No my lord I simply-â he started
âOh I see, you do think sheâs beautiful. How dare you be around her, sheâs not a sight anyone like you should see. I command you open these doorsâ Paul yelled full of rage.
The guard quickly yanked open the doors, scared for his life. He had never seen the emperor so angry before.
Paul walked into the room full of power, shoving past people in his way.
âPaul?â A gentle voice cried out
He looked to his right to see you lying on the bed with tears in your eyes. He quickly made his way beside you.
âIâm here my love, why are you crying?â He said kissing your hand
âI thought you wouldnât comeâ you said in a sad voice.
âIâd never miss the birth of our sonâ he said in a stern voice.
âMy lady, the time has come for you to start pushingâ the doctor said.
You nodded and began to push, this went on for minutes, blood sweat and tears included in the process when suddenly a high pitched cry entered the room, making everything else quiet too.
You began to cry seeing your baby, Paul sitting beside you helping you sit up a little as your baby was handed to you.
âOh, my babyâ you cried leaning on Paulâs side. You kissed your sons head, rocking him gently.
âWhat shall we name him Paul?â You asked with a smile.
âI think Duncan would suit him just fineâ Paul said, smiling down at his little family.
You nodded, sniffling as your tears stopped eventually.
A few hours later, you had been washed and taken care of, and your room was cleaned also.
The doctor gathered his things, before turning the the couple.
âThe last thing to do is for you to breastfeed my lady, let me show yo-â the doctor began.
âHer handmaidens may show her, leaveâ Paul yelled in anger.
The doctor nodded before speed walking out the door. You laughed slightly.
Paul joined you in your bed once more, kissing your sons head, and then pecking your lips, the two of you had never been happier.
Manâs there it was,
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I hope you all enjoyed this four part story, I have a feeling Iâm not done writing for PaulâŚ.
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I could tell you this is *really* it, but youâd never believe me⌠18+, MDNI 1.7k
older!fem!Harrington!reader x eddie munson
cw: pregnancy/fertility discussions
continued from here, index here
âDid you want one?â
Eddieâs voice barely manages to break through the fog your mind had slipped into.
Tangled up with him in the softness of your sheets, cast in the scarlet glow of your scarf-covered lamp, body shiny with a sheen of sweat and your legs still trembling with the effects of the last few hours, it was a miracle your floaty, dopamine-addled brain had even heard.
âHuh?â you asked, lifting your head the full two inches you were able.
He lifts himself from his place between your thighs, where heâs been the lastâŚtwenty minutes? Thirty? Itâs hard to say. Time has a tendency to stretch and expand when heâs in this mood.Â
When all he wants to do is live down thereânot even actively trying to get you off, just letting his tongue glide through your folds and play with your clit. Unhurried and engrossed.
Like he has all the time in the world.
Because at last he does.
It was hardly an ideal time to ask, Eddie knew that. But he hadnât been able to get the question out of his head since earlier that afternoon. Even now, when he was smack dab in his version of heaven, he couldnât put off the question heâd been wanting to ask any longer.
So he didnât.
âDid you want one?â he asks again. And then, when your brow furrowed and your head started to shake in confusion, he adds, âA baby.â
âAâŚbaby?â You repeat it slowly, pushing up on your elbows to look at him.
The doe eyes come out in full force as he looks up at you and nods. Round and open and so, so vulnerable it made your chest ache. Even with all the efforts heâd put into making himself look olderâthe glasses heâd been wearing more and more often, the beard that he was letting grow inâthose eyes always gave it away that deep down he was still that scared, eager little twenty-something puppy come to life.
âWhy?â you snicker. âYou got a friend who can get one wholesale?â
âNo,â he snickers back, smoothing his hand over your stomach. A little higher than where a baby would go, but you donât tell him that. âI was just wondering if you, you knowâŚwanted one.â
âEddie, IâŚâ You trail off, not quite sure how to answer. Because youâre slowly but surely starting to realize heâs not joking. With a hard swallow, you ask, âIs this about what you found?â
He doesnât need to nod for you to know it is.
In the midst of clearing out the closet, making room for him to start bringing his stuff over and slowly move in with you over the last few months of his lease, heâd unearthed something.
It was just a shoe box, something that would typically be totally inconsequential. Something youâd stowed on the top shelf in the far corner the first night you spent in this house. Something that only came out for short intervals during particularly heart wrenching bouts of nostalgia.
You hadnât labeled or decorated it. Hadnât put anything on it to indicate just how precious its contents were. Nothing more than a tiny âEâ in ballpoint ink on the bottom corner of the lid.Â
Small enough to miss easily. But Eddie didnât.
Inside, he found all his notes from that summer folded back up into triangles. A bottle cap from his favorite beer. A guitar pick heâd left out on the patio table one night youâd sat outside looking at the stars while he strummed âGoing to Californiaâ on his acoustic. Heâd had it stuck in his head for days, ever since you told him how Robert Plant and Jimmy Page wrote it for Joni Mitchell.
All the things you felt compelled to keep without fully understanding why.
Near the top were the more recent additionsâthe blood-stained rag youâd used to bind his hand the day he helped you move. Then the postcard from Berlin Steve sent you that mentioned his name. The envelope with the foreign postage heâd sent your bear in, a copy of Corroded Coffinâs CD.
And the outer packaging of a pregnancy test.
You hadnât kept the stick itself. That had struck you as a bit too gross. But the box had lain in your wastebasket for weeks, staring at you from atop a pillow of used tissues and make-up wipes and q-tips and emptied toilet paper rolls. And when it finally came time to empty the basket, you found you couldnât quite bring yourself to tie off the bag with it still sitting inside.Â
So into the shoebox it went.
And when you came back up from downstairs, concerned by the sudden lack of thumping that had been near-constant all day, you found him sitting silently on the bed holding it in his hands.
You assured him it had been a false alarm. That the test was negative and that you promptly got your period just a few days after. That you opted not to tell him because you didnât want him to worry, as you knew he would. That you knew he would have come running without a second thought. And as much as you wished he was there, you didnât want to do that to him.
And he could understand all that. He really could.
But it doesnât make him feel any less guilty that he wasnât here. That he didnât have a clue it was happening. And it doesnât make him wonder any less what might have happened if the result had been different. Would you have told him then? Would you have wanted to keep it? Would you have asked his opinion, even knowing he would support whatever decision you made?
You could see his head was swimming with all these questions, getting lost in the whirlpool of them, and grabbed his face with your hands to pull his eyes to yours.Â
Stop it, you told him solidly. You donât need to feel bad about decisions we never had to make.
And you were right. He knew you were right. He didnât need to worry about doing the right thing, because he could see it in your eyes that you knew he would have no matter what.
So the package went back in the box and the box went back in the closet. And you spent the rest of the day packing and sorting things into pilesâtoss, donate, storageâuntil half (okay, a little less than half) of the closet and drawer space was empty and ready for him.
You figured that was that. He didnât mention it again or act remotely different as you sorted and talked and cleaned. Or when you finally showered and washed the layers of grime and sweat from your bodies only to crawl into the haven of your bed and fall into that easy and tempered, sort of languid lovemaking you both found you liked just as much as the urgent, desperate, carnivorous, animalistic kind of fucking you were prone to.
It wasnât until he stopped to ask his question that you realized he was still thinking about it.
âCome up here,â you tell him, tugging loosely on a lock of hair by his ear.
And he does.
He slides up to lay beside you, head nestled in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning across your chest as he nuzzles his face against your chin.
You let your nails skim his back, trying to trace the shapes of tattoos you canât see but know are there. The broadsword on his spine, the barbed vines that wrapped around his bicep, the D20 above his elbow and the bats beneath it.
âDo you want one?â you ask him after a long moment. Muted and wary.
He doesnât respond right away, taking a beat to chew on his response. And you feel certain he can hear your heartbeat jump to an uneasy rhythm as you wait for his answer. Because what if he does? What if this is it? The moment you come to a real reason this canât workâthat he has dreamt his whole life of a family only to wind up with the person who canât give him one?
âHonestly, I donât knowâŚbut Iâd love to give you one,â he answers solidly, âif thatâs what you want. And Iâd love there to be more of you in the world.â
âEd,â you sigh, âI donât even know if I can getââ
âWhat if we tried?â he asks, going on before you can dissuade it. âWe donât have to tell anyone we are, we can justâŚsee if it happens. If it does, it does. And if it doesnât, thenâŚâ
âThen what?â you ask quietly.
He shrugs, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. âThen Iâd still have you.â
He rolls onto his elbow and looks up to see the tears just starting to burgeon in your eyes. His hand comes up to brush your temple, following the curve of your jaw that is clenched in thought. The touch of his hand seemingly melts all the tension there, almost like magic, and you feel yourself similarly meltingâlooking back at this man who loves you so deeply and definitively.
Because you would love nothing more than for there to be more of him in the world.
âSo, when are we gonna startâŚseeing,â you asked with a shy smile. âRight now?â
Eddieâs eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitching he was trying so hard not to break out in a stupid-big, beaming smile.
âMaybe not just yet,â he said, the mirth in his voice shining through.
âNo?â you ask, your brows lifting in surprise. âHow long are we waiting, then?â
âWell, that all dependsâŚâ He ducked back down and returned to nuzzling your neck, lowering his voice to a husky murmur in your ear. â...on when you wanna get married.â
You let out breathy chuckles in between the quick, zealous kisses he began to drop on your skin, the ends of his hair tickling as they brushed the side of your face and fell across your chest.
âOhh,â you laughed, reaching to lace your fingers with his. âAre you gonna marry me, then?â
Eddie pulled back once more and grinned down at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling his smile was so wide, his expression alight and filled with the purest form of mischief.
âBaby, I thought youâd never ask.â
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Standinâ on a hill in the mountain of dreams, tellinâ myself itâs not as hard, hard, hard as it seemsâŚ
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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It starts small.
Steve buys Eddie a handful of cassettes after the whole Upside Down business. Drops them unceremoniously in Eddieâs lap while Eddieâs laid up in the hospital. Eddie pulls them all out of the plastic bag and lays them out in his lap while Steve stands a few feet away, arms crossed protectively over his torn up middle.
âI got things on your vest,â Steve says as Eddie takes in the titles. âI figured everything in your roomâs probably gone now, but I still have your vest, and Iâll â Iâll give it back. When you get out of here. Itâs safe in my room. But, just â yeah, the tapes are things you have on it.â
Dioâs The Last in Line, Motorheadâs Ace of Spades, Metallicaâs Ride the Lightning, Judas Priestâs Screaming for Vengeance, and WASPâs self-titled album.
âI almost bought you more, but I wasnât sure what else, and I donât know much about your music, so I just got those. I was going to bring you my Walkman, but I couldnât find it,â Steve says. âI think one of the kids borrowed it and never gave it back, actually.â
Eddie still hasnât said anything yet. Heâs still taking in the gift in his lap, canât even comprehend that Steve wanted to give him more.
âUh,â Eddie says, trying to get his brain working again. âYeah. Man. Fuck, dude. Thanks. Seriously. Donât worry about the Walkman, really. This is nice, Harrington.â
âYeah, no problem, Munson,â Steve says softly. He goes and sits in one of the chairs in Eddieâs hospital room, and stays there until the kids come running from Maxâs overcrowded room to ask for a ride home.
Eddie lays there with his tapes spread out over his lap, and he finds himself smiling down at them. He doesnât even have anything to listen to them on, but he thinks it might be the most thoughtful gift heâs ever gotten from anyone other than Wayne.
Itâs nice, he thinks, that he might be becoming friends with Steve Harrington. Itâs nice, he thinks, that even when theyâre no longer fighting for their lives, Steve might want to stick around.
He didnât expect that.
Eddieâs in the hospital for two weeks, and Steve stops by almost every day. He sits for a while, sometimes they talk, sometimes they donât. Sometimes Eddie wakes up and sees Steve sleeping in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. He doesnât wake him, just smiles to himself because Steveâs tired, but he doesnât want Eddie to be alone.
Itâs been a while since Eddieâs had a friend the same age as him. Jeff and Grant are both two years younger than him, Gareth is four years, and Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair are all five or six years younger. He has friends, but Steve feels different, just a few months younger but already graduated. In a way, it makes Eddie feel younger, still being in high school and all.
He doesnât really think that should matter, but it kind of does. All his younger friends look up to him, heâs always the one making plans and making sure everyone sticks to them, heâs the one in charge of it all â the older one. But when Steveâs around â Steve, with his real job, and high school diploma, and his nice car, and the brood of children he chases after, Steve, whoâs an adult in all the ways Eddie himself feels like heâs not â Eddie feels like he can sit back and let someone else do all of that.
When Steveâs around, it feels like he has someone to care for him and look out for him the way heâs done for the others.
It starts to ease everything heâs carried for so long.
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The next time Steve buys something for Eddie, itâs even smaller.
In fact, itâs so small that Eddie doesnât even notice it at first because Steve was actually really sneaky about it. Eddie would almost find it cute, if he were allowed to think about Steve that way. Heâs not, to be clear. It goes against his Munson Doctrine to have crushes on the jocks, rich kids, and straight boys, of which Steve is all three, but if he wasnât, then yeah, Eddie would find it cute that Steve is sneaking him tiny gifts when he isnât looking.
Thereâs a keychain on his van keys that he certainly didnât get for himself. He notices it one day during a get together at Harringtonâs house. Eddie just got out of the hospital a few days ago, and everyone insisted on throwing a party. Now kids are running around Steveâs backyard, yelling and hollering and trying not to fall in the freezing cold pool. Itâs still too early in the spring to swim.
Even Max, barely out of the hospital herself, is being wheeled around in her wheelchair by nothing more than Elâs mind powers.
Itâs kind of fucking insane, to be honest.
But Eddie needs to go out to his car to get his pain meds because heâs really starting to feel the length of the day in his aching joints and healing wounds, so he grabs his keys off Steveâs counter where he left them, and thatâs when he sees it.
A tiny metal bat dangling from his keys.
He knows it was Steve because Steve was the only one in the house when he got here and set his stuff down in the kitchen, and no one else has gone inside since Eddie found his way to the backyard, so of course it was Steve.
Eddie doesnât mention it, just smiles to himself and runs his fingers over the pointed wings.
He sees Steve looking at him when he comes back into the kitchen. Eddie raises his hand and shakes his pill bottle at him, and without another word, Steve goes to the cupboard to get a glass that he fills with water.
Eddie sets his keys back down on the kitchen counter as Steve slides the glass of water over to him. Steve nods at the keys, and Eddie grins at him.
âThank you,â Eddie says.
âI have a matching one,â Steve says, turning back toward the sink to look out the window above it. âJust, you know, becauseâŚâ
He gestures at his torso, and then over at Eddie, and Eddie nods. He gets it.
It makes him feel a little bit closer to Steve. Even if Eddie isnât allowed to crush on him, heâs happy to have someone who gets him. Who understands what he went through, and feels similar pain.
Itâs like Steveâs saying Youâre with me now, weâre connected, and youâre not getting rid of me.
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i don't remember if you do something like that, if you do feel free to tag your work under this request lovely!! maybe reader is a older sibling or the sibling who takes care of everything and everyone (cause i'm not an older sibling but i always take care of everything) and remus know that so he wants to take care of reader SO BAD but reader doesn't let him cause reader is not used to this and it confuses her soo remus teaches her how it is
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(i'm new at requesting stuff and English is not my native language so i'm sorry if i say something wrong or offend you in some way đ)
âLet me do it,â he says gently, taking care to slip your shoes off your feet.
âI can do it myself,â your protests fall on deaf ears. Recently, Remus has been acting like you canât do anything.
He brings you water or makes you breakfast and dinner- lunch is your escape because you always order sandwiches from the deli.
Itâs a lot. It makes you feel like you canât do the things youâre used to doing.
Except, you can tell itâs not his intention so you never say anything mean but it makes your skin crawl when he does everything for you.
You rush you pull the zipper down the side of your skirt like itâs a competition.
âDove, I can help you out of your clothes.â
You frown, âI can help myself out of my clothes. What do you want for dessert?â Itâs the only thing Remus never interferes with.
You like baking and heâd never begrudge you that- not that heâs begrudging you anything right now.
Itâs just not something youâre used to.
âMaybe brownies. Dove can you look at me a moment?â You donât really, your eyes donât stay on his for longer than a second.
You shimmy out of the skirt and move to undo the buttons on your blouse when Remusâ hands stop you.
âI know you can do all of this yourself, I know you e been doing this all yourself for a bit; but when youâre here, when weâre together you donât have to.â
It stuns you. Remus holds your wrists in one hand and uses his free one to get your chin raised.
âI know you take care of everything at home, and Iâll always be amazed by that. But here, you let me take care of you, yeah?â
âBut why? If I can do all this myself itâll just slow you down in doing what you want to do. You donât have to look after me Remmy. Swear.â
Your voice is pitchy, your eyes frightened as you look at him and Remus is stunned. He pulls you towards the bed, sitting you down before kneeling in front of you.
âWhy? Because I want to look after you. You deserve some looking after dove. Youâve done it for everyone your whole life, and Iâm letting you know, I can do it for you. We can build up to big things but I can help you with little things like taking off your clothes and getting comfy before supper.â
You still look confused. Itâs weird having someone want to take care of you after not having that for a long time.
âAnd you donât expect anything in return? You wonât use it against me in an argument in three months?â
Remus doesnât take your questions personally at all. He only feels upset for the fact that youâve lived a life where someone would do that to you.
âNo baby,â he kisses your bare knees. âI donât expect anything in return, other than maybe a kiss. I wonât use me taking care of you against you in an argument because you take care of the people you love.â
You bite your lip as you think it over.
âOkay, but just a little at a time.â Remus nods, reaching for your socked feet, hands hovering waiting for your nod. In the end Remus ends up helping you out of your clothes and into a large t shirt, showering you with kisses all the while.
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Checkmate
Pairing:Â Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~1.5k
Warnings:Â angst, murder, fearful for your life, psycho ex
Summary:Â You work as a maid for the richest and most eligible bachelor. You go to his mansion twice a week and clean his house, and you make pretty good money doing it. The only issue? Your psycho ex, but Dean shows you that he might be just a tad worse than Isaac.
Square Filled:Â maid au (2023) for @spnaubingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Another day, another eight hours spent in this mansion. This is a place you can never see yourself living in only because you canât ever think to make as much money as your boss does. From what you know, heâs the CEO of two companies, has investments in other places, and is just really smart about managing his money. You donât see him often since he spends most of his time in his office or not at the house at all, but he did hire you to clean his mansion. He pays you generously, more than you have ever made in your life, twice even.
Heâs very generous but you hear heâs a cold-hearted bitch. Heâs the most respected and most eligible bachelor this state has ever seen, but he can be as cold as ice. Youâve walked past his office before and have overheard him yelling at people more than once. You do not want to be on the receiving end of that cold stare, so itâs best if you keep your head down and clean as best as you can without getting in his way.
You walk into the kitchen carrying five bouquets of bright and colorful flowers. Dean doesnât like to keep color in his mansion--only black, gray, and white--so the flowers stand out beautifully. He doesnât seem to mind since they donât move once you put them up. Before you get started cleaning, you replace the old flowers with the new ones and toss the old ones into the trash.
Normally, you connect your speaker to your phone and use music to pass the time, but you promised to call your best friend once you got here because of what happened last night. You grab the cleaning cart from the closet and start with the kitchen, and you call your best friend on FaceTime. Itâs better than keeping the phone to your ear or putting in uncomfortable headphones in your ear.
âBitch, you will never guess who just sent me a DM,â Gen says when she answers.
âWho?â
âIsaac.â
âWhat did he say?â
âWhat do you think? You rejected him last night and he thinks coming to me is the next best thing.â
Isaac used to be your boyfriend. You were blind to the red flags in the beginning of the relationship because you thought you were in love with him. He said all the right things, did all the right things, and made you feel special. He complimented you all the time, showed you off to all of his friends, and never laid a merciful hand on you.
That is, until about a year into the relationship. The red flags became so apparent that you couldnât ignore them any longer. He became possessive, jealous, controlling, and more violent. He has never hit or slapped you, but he has grabbed you hard enough to leave bruises on your arms. You broke it off a month ago but the bitch wonât stay away from you.
He keeps showing up at your house telling you to come home and that youâre being overdramatic. Heâs there when you go get coffee in the morning. Heâs there when you visit your sister (heâs friends with her husband). Heâs there even in your nightmares. Youâre shocked he hasnât shown up at your work. Youâre not sure how Dean would take to having someone like Isaac in, on, or around his property.
âThe best thing to do is ignore him. Heâll go away,â you sigh.
âI donât think so. He was pretty adamant about getting in touch with you. My husband would have kicked his ass if he came over.â
You wipe down the counters with a sigh.
âIâm sorry this is happening to you.â
âI think you should call the police.â
You roll the cart into the living room and get started dusting the surfaces.
âHe hasnât trespassed onto your property, though. What will they do?â
âHeâs harassing you, Y/N. He keeps coming to your house uninvited. Thatâs trespassing. He was bad enough as your boyfriend, but now heâs crossing the line into psycho territory. He hurt you, Y/N. The bruises may be gone but those emotional scars are still there.â
You replace the duster and stand in the living room in thought. She does have a point but the bruises are long gone. Thatâs physical evidence you donât have to use against him. He hasnât laid a hand on you since the breakup. What will the police do?
âYeah, I know but they wonât do anything if he hasnât done anything. If he does, Iâll make sure to call you.â
âYeah, Iâll fuck him up.â
You giggle at her eagerness. âI gotta go. Got lots to clean.â
âYeah, for the hot bachelor.â
âHim being hot has nothing to do with him being a bachelor.â
âStill, youâre lucky to see that all day.â
âI rarely see him. He stays in his office all day which Iâm not allowed in, by the way. If heâs not in there, heâs at his office building in town.â
âYouâre single and heâs single. Iâd tap that if I were you.â
âImagine if Isaac found out. Heâd kill Dean.â You roll the cart into the bathroom. âI gotta go, though.â
âCall me later.â
âWill do.â
Like you told Gen, you donât see Dean the entire day. If it weren't for the initial interview you had with him and the short passings youâve shared with him, you wouldnât think heâs real. There is one thing that Gen got right. The man is hot. Gorgeous, even. If you two saw each other at a bar, youâd definitely be trying to take him home. Bright green eyes, tank skin, freckles, bow legs, and muscles for days. The man is the whole package.
After doing your eight hours, the sun is already going down. You leave the invoice for Dean on the kitchen counter as he requests before returning the cleaning cart and packing up your things. You walk across Deanâs lawn to get to your car but pause when you see someone standing in your way.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you hiss at your ex. âHow did you know where I work? How did you get past the fence?â
âI know everything about you, baby. Iâm here to see if youâre done being dramatic.â
âBeing dramatic? Youâre a psycho!â
âI call that determination.â
âOkay, Isaac, I need you to leave. We broke up and this is highly inappropriate. Plus, Dean isnât going to be happy when he finds you loitering on his property.â
âWho the fuck is Dean?â
âIsaac, please leave. I donât want you here. I donât want you in my life anymore. Show up uninvited again, and I will call the police.â
You try to walk past him but Isaac isnât taking no for an answer. He grabs your arm so tightly you think there will be bruises there tomorrow.Â
âIf I were you, Iâd get your hand off her.â
You and Isaac turn to see Dean standing about twenty feet away.
âWho the fuck are you?â Isaac snaps.
âThe fuck person who owns this property. Get your hands off her.â
Isaac listens and you move your arm to get the blood flowing again.
âCome on, Y/N, letâs go home.â
âNo, Iâm not going anywhere with you. Just leave me alone.â
âAre you deaf? No means no.â
âNo offense, dude, but sheâs mine, okay?â
âNot on my property, she isnât.â Dean narrows his eyes.
âYour property?â
âYes, touch her again and Iâll decorate your remains across it.â
âWhatever,â Isaac scoffs. âCall me when youâre done being dramatic.â
Isaac turns and leaves until you canât see him anymore.
âDid he hurt you?â
âNo, Iâm fine.â Dean doesn't believe you but heâll let it go for now. âIâm sorry about that.â
âNo need to apologize. Itâs not your fault, but youâre not going home. Come on, youâll stay here for the night.â
Dean turns and starts walking back toward his house. You donât know what to do but you feel yourself following him. Itâs like your legs have a mind of their own.
âNo, itâs okay.â
âIâm not a man who takes no for an answer, Y/N.â
Damn, thatâs hot. Youâre definitely thinking with your vagina and not your head. You should get in your car and go home but something compels you to stay here with Dean.
âWould you really have scattered his remains across your lawn?â you ask when you catch up to him.
âWhich answer would make you feel better?â
âNever mind. Donât answer that.â
Dean chuckles and leads you up the stairs. âDo you have a friend you can stay with?â
âYes.â
âGood. You can stay with her tomorrow. Isaac wonât be a problem much longer.â
Youâre too scared and too turned on to ask follow-up questions. He takes you to a spare bedroom and opens the door for you.
âThank you, Dean.â
âAnytime, sweetheart. Iâm right down the hall if you need me.â
He leaves you alone, but youâre not sure what to do now. In less than twenty-four hours, youâve gone from working for Dean to sleeping in the bedroom next to his. Heâs now on Isaacâs radar but you have a feeling Dean can take him out before he even knows whatâs happening.
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thinking about diluc and kaeya each having their own complicated relationship with religion. crepus is a devout believer of the anemo archon, to me, so he definitely took his kids with him to mass at the cathedral, if not every sunday then at least once or twice a month.
diluc learned to pray from his father; learned to give thanks to the god who gave this city its freedom, the god who blesses them with gentle weather and bountiful lands and protects them from tyranny. he believes wholly and truly in the anemo archon's grace; his father does, after all, and everyone says barbatos is great and benevolent and kind and helped found the nation he loves so dearly.
kaeya doesn't like mass very much, but he never says so. it makes him uncomfortable, especially in the beginning, worshipping one of the gods that his homeland has reviled - but he wants to fit in, he doesn't want to lose his place here. and surely, surely, it would be a dead giveaway to his "true" allegiances if he refused to pray to mondstadt's god. so kaeya closes his eyes and pretends to pray, because better this than losing another home. (better this than failing his mission, than failing in his duty to khaenri'ah.)
and then, diluc's 18th birthday passes. ursa the drake attacks. crepus dies. diluc leaves mondstadt. kaeya is left, alone, the only ragnvindr left (except there aren't any, really, because he isn't a ragnvindr anymore, he isn't allowed to be.)
the first time diluc's vision starts to go out, the light flickering and fading and dying, kaeya prays. for the first time, he doesn't pretend, he doesn't close his eyes and clasp his hands together just for show - he prays.
please. please. let diluc live. please don't let him die. he can't die. i know you hate me, but you can't let him die, he's one of yours, isn't he? he's a child of mondstadt. he has to stay alive. save him, please, please-
(i can't lose him too)
diluc's vision never does go out all the way. it always retains its light, even if only slightly. maybe the anemo archon really did protect him. maybe barbatos answered kaeya's prayers.
sometimes, when diluc's vision is weak, kaeya prays. surely, barbatos will at least grant him this. surely, barbatos wouldn't be opposed to keeping a child of mondstadt safe.
when diluc finally comes back home, kaeya closes his eyes and whispers a quiet thanks to his god.
diluc, on the other hand, no longer prays. hasn't, since that day.
he doesn't think he deserves to.
kaeya said something, that night, about khaenri'ans being sinners. a people who have been condemned by the gods themselves for their sins. he said it so viciously, so bitterly, so sincerely. like he believed it, wholly and truly.
if you're a sinner, then what am i?
kinslayer. a failure of a knight. a man who could not save anyone when it mattered most, who raised a blade to his own family. killer of his own father, and nearly his brother, too. he has learned to kill without feeling the slightest hint of remorse, to steal and torture and deceive. he has committed so many atrocities he can no longer count them all. his sins are far worse than kaeya's have ever been, will ever be.
if you're a sinner, then so am i.
diluc doesn't pray anymore. he's a little scared to.
and besides, no gods would save him now, would they?
not with all the blood on his hands.
some time after his return to mondstadt, diluc starts attending mass again. every sunday, he enters the cathedral with the rest of the crowd, chooses a quiet spot in the back, and waits for the service to begin.
he doesn't pray.
when everyone else's heads are bowed together in prayer, diluc lowers his head to show respect, but his eyes are open. his hands lie still in his lap. he stares at the wood of the pews in front of him as the sister leading the service offers words of thanks to barbatos. he does not pray.
does he even deserve to ask anything of the gods now?
and then diluc finds out the annoying bard that frequents his tavern is actually a god. is actually barbatos. not just any god - his god.
his god trusts him to keep his human guise a secret. his god tolerates him enough to become a regular at his tavern and beg him for freebies.
okay. this is fine.
(vaguely, diluc wonders if it is heresy to say no when your god asks you for something. repeatedly. but their dynamic has been like this for months before venti's true identity was revealed, and the god has shown no indication of wanting to change that. so, for now, diluc will treat him the same as he always has.)
sometimes, he thinks about asking. asking venti - asking barbatos - if he would forgive diluc of his sins. if he deserves to be forgiven.
he never does ask.
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narumi x f!reader. long distance relationship, reader is visiting him in tokyo. starts off angsty but gets jokey/suggestive toward the end. | wc 1.3k, divider thanks to my belovedest @cafekitsune
âI donât think I can live without you.âÂ
A spark, an unmistakable fire shines in his eyes that grow wider every second he spends staring at you. Heâs trying to approximate or perhaps, more accurately, choreograph your reaction. Itâs a habit which is less out of character than most would assume about the man who plays off his feelings as insincere in an effort to keep his shell intact.Â
If he assumes how youâre feeling, he can never be surprised. Projection isnât the enemy, you are if he makes it that way, even as harmless as you appear sitting cross legged on his futon with your knees touching his.Â
âHow could you do this to me?â The question is spat from his tongue. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours and cupping your cheek. Youâve taken so much from him; his freedom, his heart, his fucking sanity.Â
How dare you force him to leave the only home he has ever known - himself - too?
Smiling, you shake your head once and then tilt it to the side, curious and patient. You are no stranger to his outbursts yet this one seemsâŚdifferent. Heâs wound tighter than youâve ever seen him and clearly conflicted so you ignore the uncertain beating of your own heart to focus on his feelings.
âWhere is this coming from?â
Thereâs no mocking in the question yet he feels like nothing short of the butt of the joke. It could be your wry smile, the sweet curve of your lip that he has yet to convince himself isnât too good to be true, playing tricks on his mind. You must be a siren or a witch, possessing his body and mind enough to convince him that heâs bleeding out whenever you arenât around to press yourself against the gaping wound of his distrustful heart.
At least that would give him an explanation for all of this. His behavior isnât his fault, itâs out of his control, itâs you. That smile and those eyes, your too loud laugh and the pathetic way you say his name when he ventures too far from you when youâre out in public.Â
âI donât know what to do,â Gen admits, voice shaky and deep. âWith any of this. With you.â
You imagine this is how he sounded when he was younger, up and coming in the ranks of the JAKDF and not a commander standing atop a hill he climbed with little but determination. The mantle of greatness wasnât thrust upon him the first day although the signs were there and heâs struggled to keep up with his own expectations.
The distraction that gazes up at him with eyes the size of full moons isnât helping. Youâve flown across the world to come see him a half a dozen times and that doesnât include the time, the years, spent online talking to one another. The reality of the situation remains that this is as fleeting as anything else he has ever experienced.Â
You could change your mind and return home whenever you wanted to, not in the scheduled 18 days from this very moment. You could stop answering his calls and messages, leaving them unread for hours or days or months until the ghost of his grip no longer haunts your hips, until he grips his weapon as tightly as he once held you if only to remind himself that he ever did.
People always have their secrets, their internal worlds theyâll never share with anyone. He does, or well, he did until you came along and insisted on dragging him out bit by bit. Disarming him with honeyed words and even more syrupy kisses.
âGen.â You say his name and he wishes it werenât a guiding light out of the depths of his own fears. âLook at me.â
He follows the light anyway and eyes that heâs been intentionally trying to hide beneath thick bangs meet yours. Still smiling softly, always smiling, you slide your hands around his waist and stop just short of climbing into his lap with your foreheads pressed together.
âWhy do you think youâre the only one here who feels that way?â
This is exactly what he means. You always catch him off guard. He nearly flinches at your question, lips twitching with the desire to speak though he canât quite find the words. Youâve never been one to let silence linger lest it breed miscommunication so you continue, taking a deep breath.
âEvery day I wonder if it will be the last. You could wake up one day and decide you donât want this anymore and frankly, Iâve been waiting for it to come. The day I arrive at the airport and you arenât there to pick me up.â Itâs your turn to glance away, gazing down at your crossed legs instead of meeting his eyes that you feel even if theyâre absent from your vision. âIf it isn't that it could be a kaiju. Or debris. Or an accident. Anything, anytime could take you away from me. Do you think I just sit here and feel alright about it?â
This is the honest truth, even if he may not believe it. âI donât think I could live without you either,â you admit quietly, more to yourself than to him. Itâs a possibility youâve told yourself could come true a thousand times if youâve done it once but you canât control everything, least of all him.
The two of you have done a number one another. If it werenât so romantic, itâd almost be pitiful.
His tense posture softens, shoulders rolling forward. The hand cupping your cheek falls away from your face to wrap around your ankle, pulling you closer to him so that you are practically in his lap. Itâs where he wants you to be anyway.
âA kaiju is nothing you have to worry about.â
âSo thatâs what you took from all of that?â Raising your eyebrows incredulously, he shakes his head and smiles. âLet me finish?â A question in response to a question. You close your mouth, brows still raised, willing to let him say his piece.Â
âIâve never let anyone see me the way you have.â Opening your mouth to argue, he stops you by shaking his head, tapping into that commanding presence he rarely uses when itâs just the pair of you. âAnd Iâm not talking about seeing me naked so donât even go there and it was only a few times anyway.âÂ
Despite yourself, you giggle. Youâve always been an open book yet he reads you like a story he knows by heart, stopping you before you begin on a rant about his wild nights at a love hotel years before he even knew you existed half a world away.Â
So much has changed since then. He sighs and pulls you against him, chin resting on your shoulder. âIâm talking about everything else. Youâve seen me sad and happy and fuck, scared like I am right now.â
He gazes up at you, kissing your jaw, mouthing his words against your flesh.
âI donât want to imagine a day without you.â
You hum in agreement, nodding against the side of his face. Both of your hearts pound against your chest.
âThis is like mutually assured destruction,â you joke although it isnât much of one if youâre honest.Â
Chuckling, he kisses down your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your hip. âThen letâs do everything we can to stay intact, yeah?âÂ
You inhale sharply when he squeezes your hip, leaving a touch youâd have to be dead to forget behind.
âDonât ever leave me,â you whisper. Part of you hopes he didnât hear you but in an instant, your hopes are proven wrong when he tips his head upward to kiss you, the promise of an uncertain forever on his tongue.
âYou have to stop leaving first.â The words are muttered back sweetly, the fear that was palpable just moments ago dissipating with every touch and kiss. You lean into the firmness of his chest, the frenzied beat of his heart against your arm.
âAsk me to stay and I will forever.â
Giving him an out, you lean back in for another kiss.Â
He has 18 days left to figure out how to ask.
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