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CoPilot in MS Word
I opened Word yesterday to discover that it now contains CoPilot. It follows you as you type and if you have a personal Microsoft 365 account, you can't turn it off. You will be given 60 AI credits per month and you can't opt out of it.
The only way to banish it is to revert to an earlier version of Office. There is lot of conflicting information and overly complex guides out there, so I thought I'd share the simplest way I found.
How to revert back to an old version of Office that does not have CoPilot
This is fairly simple, thankfully, presuming everything is in the default locations. If not you'll need to adjust the below for where you have things saved.
Click the Windows Button and S to bring up the search box, then type cmd. It will bring up the command prompt as an option. Run it as an administrator.
Paste this into the box at the cursor: cd "\Program Files\Common Files\microsoft shared\ClickToRun"
Hit Enter
Then paste this into the box at the cursor: officec2rclient.exe /update user updatetoversion=16.0.17726.20160
Hit enter and wait while it downloads and installs.
VERY IMPORTANT. Once it's done, open Word, go to File, Account (bottom left), and you'll see a box on the right that says Microsoft 365 updates. Click the box and change the drop down to Disable Updates.
This will roll you back to build 17726.20160, from July 2024, which does not have CoPilot, and prevent it from being installed.
If you want a different build, you can see them all listed here. You will need to change the 17726.20160 at step 4 to whatever build number you want.
This is not a perfect fix, because while it removes CoPilot, it also stops you receiving security updates and bug fixes.
Switching from Office to LibreOffice
At this point, I'm giving up on Microsoft Office/Word. After trying a few different options, I've switched to LibreOffice.
You can download it here for free: https://www.libreoffice.org/
If you like the look of Word, these tutorials show you how to get that look:
www.howtogeek.com/788591/how-to-make-libreoffice-look-like-microsoft-office/
www.debugpoint.com/libreoffice-like-microsoft-office/
If you've been using Word for awhile, chances are you have a significant custom dictionary. You can add it to LibreOffice following these steps.
First, get your dictionary from Microsoft
Go to Manage your Microsoft 365 account: account.microsoft.com.
One you're logged in, scroll down to Privacy, click it and go to the Privacy dashboard.
Scroll down to Spelling and Text. Click into it and scroll past all the words to download your custom dictionary. It will save it as a CSV file.
Open the file you just downloaded and copy the words.
Open Notepad and paste in the words. Save it as a text file and give it a meaningful name (I went with FromWord).
Next, add it to LibreOffice
Open LibreOffice.
Go to Tools in the menu bar, then Options. It will open a new window.
Find Languages and Locales in the left menu, click it, then click on Writing aids.
You'll see User-defined dictionaries. Click New to the right of the box and give it a meaningful name (mine is FromWord).
Hit Apply, then Okay, then exit LibreOffice.
Open Windows Explorer and go to C:\Users\[YourUserName]\AppData\Roaming\LibreOffice\4\user\wordbook and you will see the new dictionary you created. (If you can't see the AppData folder, you will need to show hidden files by ticking the box in the View menu.)
Open it in Notepad by right clicking and choosing 'open with', then pick Notepad from the options.
Open the text file you created at step 5 in 'get your dictionary from Microsoft', copy the words and paste them into your new custom dictionary UNDER the dotted line.
Save and close.
Reopen LibreOffice. Go to Tools, Options, Languages and Locales, Writing aids and make sure the box next to the new dictionary is ticked.
If you use LIbreOffice on multiple machines, you'll need to do this for each machine.
Please note: this worked for me. If it doesn't work for you, check you've followed each step correctly, and try restarting your computer. If it still doesn't work, I can't provide tech support (sorry).
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Flustered Crushes
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: The Black Widow does not get flustered. So why is it that Natasha canât seem to stop embarrassing herself in front of you?
Warnings:Â fluff
Words: 2795
At the edge of the bustling hangar bay, Natasha leans against the cold, metallic wall, her arms folded tightly, a faint frown etched across her brow as her sharp gaze observes the scene unfolding before her.Â
Near the base of the Quinjetâs ramp, you are engaged in animated conversation with Carol Danvers, who happened to arrive at the compound for a quick visit precisely when you returned from your mission. Â
You've been with the Avengers for a few months now, a former SHIELD agent seamlessly adjusting to the team dynamics.Â
Over time, you've connected with everyoneâincluding her.Â
So, Natashaâs made an extra effort to help you feel welcome.Â
Clint often teases her about her behavior, insisting her attentiveness borders on something more personal, something like aâŠcrush.Â
Natasha dismisses his comments each time with a roll of her eyes.Â
Sheâs just being nice.Â
After all, it's only natural to want a solid, dependable relationship with a new teammate, especially someone she'll be working closely with.
Thatâs the only reason why she came to greet you when you return from your mission.
At least, thatâs what she tells herself as she stands there, alone, on the sidelinesâŠnot with you.Â
Natasha watches Carol say something that makes you laugh, causing her faint frown to deepen.
The flash of amusement in your eyes as Carol grins back makes Natasha roll her eyes and look away, unable to take the sight anymore as a pang of irritation tightens in her chest.
She tries to shake it off, but it doesnât disappear.
After all, itâs not like she got here an hour before your scheduled return and waited to see youâŠjust to end up watching as the blonde space beauty swoop in, effortlessly captivating your attention.
Deciding sheâs had enough, Natasha pushes herself off the wall, preparing to leave.
However, her abrupt movement catches others around her off guard, and she ends up bumping into a passing cart loaded with tools and equipment.Â
A clattering sound echoes across the hangar as wrenches and bolts spill onto the floor.Â
Natasha curses softly under her breath, a mix of pain and embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she drops to gather the scattered items, apologizing hastily to the technician she collided with before quickly exiting the area.
In her haste, she doesnât notice your gaze, the subtle smile tugging at your lips as you follow her with amused eyes, tracking her every flustered move across the hangar bay, even as she slips away without a backward glance.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
âSo, howâs it going with your crush?â Clint asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he watches Natasha.
Natasha shoots him a warning look that would strike fear into the most fearsome of villains.
Without a word, she grabs the coffee pot, filling his mug before pouring some for herself. She replaces the pot with a decisive click.
âThere is no crush,â she states firmly, taking a sip as though punctuating her denial.
âAre you sure about that?â Clint asks skeptically before continuing, âWhenever Y/nâs around, itâs like you lose all of your charm and coolness.âÂ
Natasha gives him an unimpressed glare.Â
âReally? Coolness? Thatâs the best youâve got?â
Clint smirks, raising his mug in mock salute.
âAsk me again after I finish this coffee.â
She rolls her eyes, holding her mug close, feeling the warm comfort seep into her hands.
Just as she brings it to her lips, the doors swing open, and Tony strolls into the kitchen, spotting them with their drinks.Â
âOh, coffee! Pour me a cup, Romanoff.â
âPour your own,â Natasha mutters, savoring her next sip.Â
Tony feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his chest in mock shock.Â
âFRIDAY, remind me, who owns this building?âÂ
âYou do, sir,â the AI replies smoothly.Â
Tony gestures upward triumphantly at her before pointing towards the kitchen.Â
âSo, technically, that machine is mine, the beans are mine, and...oh, right, that pot of coffee is also mine.âÂ
Natasha rolls her eyes but eventually reaches for the pot, lifting it begrudgingly.
Tony holds out his mug with a victorious grin.Â
But just as she hovers the pot above his cup, she stops short.
âA âpleaseâ once in a while wouldnât hurt.â
Tonyâs eyes widen, and he gasps in exaggerated disbelief as Natasha raises a brow in expectation.
Huffing, he mutters, âCan I have some coffee, please?â
âSee, that wasnât so hard,â Natasha quips with a smirk, preparing to pour him his coffee.
At that moment, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal you, fresh from your morning workout, dressed in your training gear.
You walk by the kitchen, spotting the other Avengers gathered around.Â
A delighted smile spreads across your face.Â
âOoh, coffee! Can I have some, too?âÂ
Natashaâs response is instant.Â
âSure, Iâll make you a new pot.âÂ
Her tone is warmer than usual, surprising even herself.
You beam at her, and Natasha feels herself pause, momentarily captivated by the sight. Distracted, she almost misses your following words.Â
âThanks, Natasha! Let me change, and Iâll be right back.â
You slip through the doors, leaving Natasha blinking, still trying to regain her composure.Â
Tony watches with raised eyebrows.Â
âWait a secondâshe didnât even say âplease,â and youâre making her a whole new pot?â
Natashaâs eyes narrow as she holds the pot just out of reach of Tonyâs mug.Â
âDo you want coffee or not?âÂ
Tony grumbles before muttering a grudging âYes, please.âÂ
Satisfied, Natasha pours the coffee, keeping her focus steady.Â
âNatasha?â your voice catches her off guard, and she glances up to see you poking your head back into the room.Â
âYes?â she replies a little too quickly, immediately focusing on you.Â
Both Clint and Tony fall silent, watching the two of you with curious eyes.Â
âSteveâs got a mission tomorrow,â you explain. âWould you mind if I train with you in the meantime?â
Natashaâs mind races for a moment before she steadies herself to answer.
âUhâyeah, sure. Anytime you want.âÂ
âGreat!â you say enthusiastically before glancing worriedly at the counter. âI think thatâs enough coffee.âÂ
Natasha follows your gaze, eyes widening as she realizes Tonyâs cup is overflowing, dark liquid pooling across the counter. She yanks the pot away with a muttered curse.Â
âOh shâ!â
Tony steps back just in time, glaring down at his soaked countertop.
âReally, Romanoff? This is a new suit!âÂ
Rolling her eyes, Natasha grabs paper towels, unruffled by his dramatics.Â
âCalm down, it barely even touched you.â
You let out a small laugh.Â
âIâll be right back,â you say, shooting her a smile as you exit.
âOkay,â Natasha murmurs, her attention lingering on the door.
Clint chuckles as he takes another sip, eyeing her knowingly.Â
âYouâre right, Nat. Itâs not a crush,â he says, leaning back with a smirk. âItâs way worse.â
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Natasha flashes one of her most charming smiles, leaning just slightly forward as the receptionist fumbles through her files, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue under Natashaâs intense gaze.Â
âHere you go!â the receptionist says, her voice soft as she hands over a key card. âIâm sorry again for the mix-up.â
Natashaâs fingers rest lightly over the receptionistâs hand as she accepts the card, her eyes warm and a playful smile tugging at her lips.Â
âNo problem at all,â she replies, her tone smooth. âI donât mind the delay with such lovely company.âÂ
The receptionist blushes deeply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and giving Natasha a flustered smile.Â
Natashaâs confident smirk grows as she watches her charms take effect.Â
Quick and efficient, she slips the USB drive from the computer, seamlessly hiding it under her palm as it rests over the key card. For a moment, she feels pleased with herself, effortlessly pulling off her usual charisma.
See, she thinks to herself, Clint has no idea what heâs talking aboutâsheâs got plenty of charm.
âNice job, Natasha,â your voice suddenly crackles in her earpiece, startling her.Â
Her hand slips in surprise, almost knocking over the items on the counter. She turns it into a casual adjustment, but not before the receptionist gives her a curious look.Â
Natasha quickly smiles, grabbing the key card and offering a polite nod before walking away toward a secluded corner of the lobby.
Pressing a finger to her comms, she mutters, âY/n? Whereâs Clint?âÂ
âHe had to step out for a minute,â you answer. âHe asked me to take over. Is that okay?âÂ
âNoâI meanâyes, of course,â Natasha says, the words tumbling out a bit too quickly.Â
She straightens, running a hand through her hair as she tries to regain her composure. Itâs not like she hadnât expected you to assist with missions, but the thought of you watching herâŠ
She tamps down the sudden flutter in her chest and forces herself to stay focused.
âYour next target is on the same floor as the key card you just picked up,â you continue, your voice warm and steady in her ear.Â
âGot it.âÂ
âIâll explain what youâre looking for.â
Natasha nods and begins striding toward the elevators, hoping her sudden focus will drown out the distraction of your voice in her head.Â
She tells herself itâs just a missionâprofessional, routine.
But now, with you guiding her through the next steps, each word falling from your lips makes it harder for her to maintain her usually calm, steady demeanor.Â
Her heart beats a little faster, and her cheeks feel a bit warmer than they should. She brushes off the thoughts and keeps walking, determined to stay cool and collected.
âUmâŠNatasha?â
She stops mid-step. âHmm?â
âYouâreâŠgoing the wrong way.â
Natasha freezes, blinking in surprise. She glances around, realizing sheâs heading in the opposite direction from the elevators.
A wave of embarrassment sweeps over her as she lets out a quiet curse under her breath.
âRight,â Natasha says, turning with as much dignity as she can muster, her face heating as she finally heads in the correct direction.
Oh, she thinks to herself, sheâs definitely going to kill Clint.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Natasha steps out of her room, her leather jacket slung over one arm as she adjusts the zipper.Â
Your voice calls her name from down the hall, catching her off guard and making her slam the door shut in a startled motion. She spins to face you, only to be tugged back by an unexpected resistance.
Natasha looks down with a sigh, spotting her jacket sleeve caught in the door. Tugging at it proves ineffective, as it stays firmly wedged in place.
Hearing your footsteps approaching, Natasha hastily shoves the jacket behind her back, trying to appear composed. She leans casually against the door, hoping the awkward moment has gone unnoticed.
âHey,â you greet with a warm smile as you reach her.
âHey, Y/n,â Natasha replies, attempting a relaxed tone.
You eye her with a hint of curiosity. âAre youâŠokay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine!â Natasha says quickly, forcing a casual smile. âJust, um, examining the door. Thought it could use a closer look.â
Your brows raise in amused surprise at her peculiar explanation, but you let it go.Â
âWell, once youâre done with that,â you say, playing along, âI made a reservation at that new place downtown. I was wondering if youâd like to join me?â
âJust the two of us?â The words slip out before Natasha can stop herself.Â
A flicker of excitement and amusement crosses your face as you nod.Â
âYeah, just us,â you say softly.
Natashaâs heart gives a small flutter, but she maintains her composure.Â
âIâd love to,â she says, a smile slipping through despite her best efforts to stay calm.
âGreat, itâs a date,â you say, grinning. âIâll meet you in the garage.â With a playful smirk, you add, âAfter you finish your âinspection,â of course.â
As you walk toward the elevator, Natasha watches you with a lingering smile.
Once youâre out of sight, she finally frees her jacket and heads to the garage a few minutes later, finding you waiting by her motorcycle.
You hop on behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist in a snug embrace.Â
The warmth of your presence makes her feel a fluttering sensation in her chest she canât shake. Distracted, Natasha blindly reaches for her helmet and slips it onâonly to be met with complete darkness.
With a soft sigh, Natashaâs head drops to her chest, realizing she put it on backward.Â
The chuckle that escapes your lips behind her is quickly muffled as you clear your throat, your hands reaching to help her.Â
You gently remove the helmet, your fingers brushing her cheek as you pull it off.
When Natasha glances back, she catches the playful look in your eyes as you bite back a grin.
Seeing this, Natasha lets out an exasperated sigh.Â
âCan we just pretend the last few minutes didnât happen and start over? I swear, this doesnât usually happen to me.â
You laugh, unable to hold back anymore.Â
âOh, I know all about the smooth and charming Black Widow,â you say, your gaze warm and teasing. âBut I think this side of you is pretty cute too.â
A faint blush spreads across her cheeks at your words, and Natasha takes the helmet, this time slipping it on correctly, with a soft smile she canât quite hide anymore.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Itâs another one of Tonyâs famous parties, where glittering lights reflect off polished floors and music pulses softly through the spacious hall.Â
In the middle of the dance floor, beneath the warm glow, Natasha sways with you, her hands resting gently on your waist as you move together to the rhythm of the soft melody.Â
You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning in and drawing her closer until your lips meet hers in a tender, lingering kiss.Â
Natasha smiles softly against your lips, and as you pull back, she rests her forehead gently against yours, eyes half-closed in a moment of quiet contentment.Â
Even as the music fades into the background, her hands remain firm on your waist, as if she has no intention of letting go.
âWhy donât we get something to drink?â you suggest, glancing over at the bar lined with sparkling glasses.
Natasha only pulls you closer, her fingers brushing lightly along the small of your back as she murmurs, âOrâŠwe could stay right here and have another dance.âÂ
Her voice is a soft suggestion, and she leans in slightly, her green eyes filled with warmth and alluring charm.
You raise an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across your lips.Â
âItâs cute how youâre trying to be smooth.â
Natashaâs expression shifts, feigning innocence.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â she says, though the faintest blush colors her cheeks.
With a playful glint in your eye, you tilt your head at her in challenge.Â
âHow long has your bracelet been stuck to my dress?â you ask, giving her a teasing look.
Natasha glances away, the blush deepening as she realizes sheâs been caught. Sheâs spent the past few moments subtly trying to free her wrist from your dress, but to no avail.
âIn my defense,â she murmurs, attempting to deflect, âyou distracted me with how beautiful you look tonight.â
You chuckle softly at her excuse, reaching up to pull her even closer. With a playful grin, you press a gentle kiss to her lips before leaning in to whisper against her ear.
âThink of the bright sideâif you canât get it loose, Iâm sure you could just rip this dress off me.â
Natashaâs breath catches, and for a split second, sheâs utterly still, her mind stalling at the suggestion.Â
You pull back just enough to watch her expression, and a delighted smile grows on your face as she stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered, clearly caught off guard.
It only takes her a moment to catch on, her eyes narrowing in realization as she shakes her head with a playful huff.Â
âYouâre trying to embarrass me on purpose,â she accuses, a hint of a smile breaking through.
Unashamed, you bite back a laugh and nod.Â
âItâs nice to see the calm and collected Black Widow all flustered for once.â
Natashaâs lips curl into a smirk as she pulls you flush against her, her free hand sliding up your back, fingers grazing along your spine. She leans in, her lips just a breath away from yours, the warmth of her gaze intense.
âOnly for you,â she murmurs, her voice a hushed promise before closing the distance, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes you forget the world around you, the room fading away as you melt into each otherâs embrace.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
a/n: just a short fluff with a soft Natasha that I had finished some time ago. after everything that has happened yesterday and today, I wanted to give some kind of happier distraction, even if it may be only a temporary escape from everything. Iâm still going between disbelief, sadness, and anger myself about the situation while also trying to be prepared to continue on. But hopefully, this was able to bring some of you some sort of break from everything else.
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A Horny Hostage
Lalisa Manoban (Lisa) x Male Reader
Kinkvember Chapter 1
Main kinks: kidnapping, golden shower, interracial (BWC), car sex
Word count: 3239.
New York City, United States, October 15th, 2024
What a day it has been for Lisa. Never in her wildest dreams when she started her idol career, she thought she would become a Victoria's Secret angel. She was as happy as ever.
"Come here, let's take some pictures," a photographer oriented her, bringing Lisa close to a van with its right side door open, where you took some pics of her, with her liking the best the one where she flaunts her cute ass.
"Good, let's take some more pics," you say to her after she looks at the ones captured in your camera and approves them. However, all that was just a trap to lure the (not so) innocent Thai girl into your plan.
A pair of masked dudes emerges from the side and shoves Lisa inside the van; you follow them, getting yourself on the backseat of the van while your two partners drive it away from the show. The newly crowned Victoria's Secret Angel is now just a hostage.
Lisa panics a bit; she screams for help at first, but no help is about to come. "So, let's blackmail her billionaire boyfriend into dropping some good money for the new woman we got with us," you say to your partners in crime. Despite the crowded traffic of New York City, your van quickly passes through Brooklyn, then Queens, and soon reaches the wilderness of Long Island.
Lisa is tied up, but you slowly calm her down. "We are going to free you in exchange for some favors," you tell her. "What kind of favors?" she asks. "You'll find out soon," it's all you can say for now.
You untie Lisa and start touching her body parts. Her long legs, her dark hair, and then hovers your hands around her pussy. "Careful, boy, you're looking for something that you can't handle," Lisa says to you. But you quickly shut her down. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you fairly easily; if your ugly ass boyfriend can do that and all he's got is money, I can do it too," you tell her.
"So you think you can handle this?" Lisa says, flaunting her ass for you. That arrogant brat is starting to get on your nerves. You then play with the dark wings from her outfit, which were stored inside the fan as well. "Fallen angel, I want to see you turning into a wild devil," you tell her. "If you say so, then I'll show you something," Lisa says.
"Then show me what kind of badass you are," you tell her, reaching with your hands to touch her pussy. "You have a nice pussy out there, you tell her, taking off the bottom parties of her outfit and leaving just her panties on. "Those bare legs are so sexy," you say, running your hands over them. "Take it off; I want to see you with just a bra and panties, the way I bet your boyfriend does every day," you tell Lisa, who obliges and takes the piece of fabric covering her bra.
"You really like to flaunt how much of a hottie you are since leaving idol life," you say to Lisa. "Well, if you let me, I'll do it even more," Lisa says, reaching towards your crotch and noticing your cock is already throbbing for her and ready to burst off those pants. But you slow her down, grabbing her neck and kissing her. "You're a bad bitch, aren't you?" you ask her.
"You're hot as fuck; now come suck my cock," you tell Lisa, unzipping your pants and showing off that big white cock to her. "Bet it's much bigger than your boyfriend's," you tell her. Lisa strokes it, then bends over to get a taste of your cock, allowing you to see her great ass from above as her sexy mouth gets it wet.
"Hmmmm, it tastes so good," Lisa says. "Fuck yeah, it does," you reply, letting her take the initiative and blow that pipe off while you caress her ass. You push your balls closer to her mouth, challenging her as she deepthroats you. But you quickly put a halt to her fun, pulling her top down and sucking her little tits.
"Hmmm, you like my cute little boobies," Lalisa says to you. "Yes, they are cute, but your mouth full of my cock is hotter," you say, dunking her head against your massive shaft and making her take it. "Fuck, that booty is so hot; I didn't know Asian girls could be so thicc at the bottom," you compliment her ass. "Well, it's definitely good; I bet you want to put that big fat cock in it later," she says.
"Give those fucking balls some love too," you tell Lisa, letting her lick it. But what she likes the most about sucking cock is the ability to deepthroat it, so Lisa just gets back up and takes your whole shaft in her mouth shortly after.
"Ohhhh shit, you suck my cock so good," you say to Lisa. "It's because it's so big and perfect for my little mouth," she answers as you just let her take it and give her butt a little spanking. "Now I want you to lick it like ice cream," you say to Lisa.
Lisa obliges and licks that shaft like the good whore she is. "Perfect, keep licking it and look at me when you do it," you tell her as she giggles. "Come on, show me you're a bad bitch; it's just you and me in the back seat of this car," you continue.
You pull Lisa's panties down, giving her sexy ass a few spankings. "Get them all the way down; I'll keep them as a souvernir," you say to her. "Now get on the floor and spread those legs," you give her another command.
You reach your hands and start toying with Lisa's fuckholes. Her pussy gets some fingering while your thumb goes straight into her butthole. You enjoy watching her moans just get muffled by your massive cock stretching her mouth.
"Perfect cocksucker, let me reward you for that," you say to her. "OUCH FUCK YES," Lisa screams as you start repeatedly hitting her ass hard. "Good girl," you say after, patting her head too and pushing it deeper down your shaft.
"You want that dick in your Thai pussy?" you ask Lisa. "Of course I do," she answers. "Then let's go for a ride," you say. "Bro, she is indeed the bad bitch you claimed; I'm jealous," the guy driving the van says, sliding the window down to check it a bit.
"Let's go, baby," Lisa says as she gets your cock wet with a few more suckings. You take her top off and then finally manage to grab her panties as a souvenir like you wanted, pulling it down once again and this time for good. Lisa is now butt naked as she prepares to sit her cunt on your cock.
"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Lisa gets surprised by the size of your big white manhood in her pussy. Even her boyfriend's can't match. As a big white cock whore, she's truly having the time of her life. You make sure to use your hands to reach and push your shaft as deep as you can in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDD, UHHHHH," she moans as your tip is already reaching her cervix, the 10 inches of your massive pale pole stratching her out and bulging under Lalisa's long torso.
Lisa tries to bounce on your big cock, but her fun is short-lived. As soon as you get fully inside her, you start pumping it upwards. "UHHHH, UHHHHH," she says, getting caught off guard by your thrusts. "OH FUCK ME," she moans as you grab her butt and take full control of her body, your hips clapping fast against her cheeks as you destroy her cunt.
"UHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH," Lisa keeps moaning as your cock attacks her pussy relentlessly, her body swinging as the car makes a sharp turn. "OHHHHHH MY GODDDD, JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH," she screams with no fear of getting heard by anyone besides your crew. She clings to any support she can find in the van, as you only increase the pace of your pumps.
You thurst so hard against Lisa's Thai pussy that her pink anus is already winking. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, USE ME," Lisa begs. And indeed, you won't stop, moving Lisa's body to the side and keep pumping her pussy hard, treating her like the fucktoy her boyfriend had too much respect for to use her like that, unlike you, who has none for this whore.
"FUCKKKKKK," Lisa keeps screaming, her voice cracking at all points. She probably used it more already by moaning like a bitch than in any of her performances as a soloist. "Oh, it's so good; oh, it's so fucking good; keeps using that pussy; oh my GODDDDDDD," she moans. "Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh," she moans as even her little tits are managing to bounce, given the intensity of your thrusts against her.
"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, SPANK MY ASS," Lisa says as you add extra hit to her already intense punishment, slapping her butt nonstop without losing any speed as you continue to fuck her pussy like a madman. "Come closer," you tell Lisa, who is so numb already she doesn't even notice the roof of the van, hitting her head against it.
"That's so good, so good, so good," Lisa repeats as you push her skinny body close to yours. Lisa stares at the window, the cary flying fast towards the roads of Long Island while your cock does your work in her cunt. Her spatial awareness is completely gone as her head keeps hitting the roof, and your cock hitting her cervix at all moments doesn't help.
"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Lisa screams as she clings onto you, barely avoiding a hit against the glass as you keep attacking her pussy. A police helicopter flies close to your car, making you wonder if they are coming to rescue her. But you just don't care; her pussy is too good and worth getting arrested for.
You finally come to a stop, giving a little tap on Lisa's ass. "Good girl," you praise her abilities to take your white cock in such a confined space. But that's no surprise, given her flexibility acquired from years of dancing. You give her pussy a few extra pumps. "Oh my God, you fuck me so good, ah, ah, ah ah, ah," Lisa moans as your balls hit all the way up to her winking butthole.
Lisa climbs out of your cock, moving cautiously to avoid hitting the roof. She twists sideways and tells you to put your cock back in her pussy, starting a reverse cowgirl ride where the guys driving the fan will have a privileged and distracting view of her hot body bouncing on your cock.
Well, so she thought. You aren't keen on changing your ways, pumping your cock once again hard against her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE," Lisa begs, trying not to fall down as your cock pumps deep inside her. She opens her legs and moves them around, trying to get better support, but you just don't stop, grabbing her thigh and continuing to thrust like a madman. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOD," Lisa moans as your balls hit right at her clit.
You fuck Lisa so fast her head now uncontrollably hits the roof of the car. You lean her body against yours, pumping her pussy at a pearly gates position, her Thai pussy just getting used by your big white cock. "FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH, YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD," Lisa screams, getting out of breath as you just can't stop leveling her cunt. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Lisa says as your cock hits her cervix constantly, you push her up, and her head hammers the roof once again.
You pull out of Lisa and pick up one of the folded seats of the van, pushing it back up. Lisa sits on it and spreads her long legs. You dive to eat the pussy you just obliterated for long minutes, licking her wet and used-up folds. "Looks like my big cock wrecked it good," you say to her.
"And I want it to wreck it again, uhhhh, ahhhhh," she tells you, interrupting herself with moans as your licking is too good for her to resist. You don't need much to put her on the verge of orgasm, as her pussy is already throbbing after so much pounding, and soon Lisa's long legs start shaking.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhh yeah, eat my pussy good" she moans as you tongue her folds. You kiss Lisa's pussy and move into thumbing her anus. "Hmmm, it's so tight, I wonder if my cock can fit in it," you say. "I guess you should try it, baby," she replies.
But first, you have to get your cock a bit slicker to slide on Lisa's sexy ass, giving a few pumps to her pussy instead as her wet folds lube up your shaft. You grab Lisa's leg and fuck her sideways, pinning her against the seat of the van. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhhhh," Lisa moans.
You finally switch to fuck Lisa's ass, but your cock is so massive you struggle to get in at first. Lisa gasps with just your tip inside. "It's too fucking big for my tiny little ass," she moans. "Well, let's see," you reply.
You thrust your cock against Lisa's ass, her now coping with her butthole getting stretched out by fingering herself. "FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH," she moans. "God damn it, why do you have to be so big?" she asks as your cock digs deeper and deeper.
"Keep going; I need you all the way deep in my fucking ass, uh huh, uh huh," Lisa says as your cock slowly disappears inside it. You twist your fingers inside Lisa's pussy while your cock stays buried inside her asshole, making her scream even further. From time to time, you switch to her pussy to get some extra lube from her juices onto your cock.
Lisa's legs are so long the fingers in her right foot are now what's hitting the roof of the car while you keep fucking her ass. She opens her legs further, hitting the glass that separates the backseat of the van from the cabin. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE," she begs.
And who said you ever planned to stop? You push the pace and the depth of your cock inside her butt, rubbing your hands against Lisa's little tits as well while she moans like a good slut. You started choking her. "I love that baby, getting shocked while you fuck me in the ass; keep going," she says.
"Come here, let's try a different position, get on your knees, slut," you say to Lisa, who follows your orders, getting herself on all fours and clinging to the backseat of the van as you stay fucking her ass this time from behind. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH, FUCK FUCK FUCK," she moans hard as your cock stretches her tight butthole out while your big hands reach to keep choking her.
"What the FUCK FUCK FUCK," Lisa says as you suddenly change the pace, grabbing her waist and giving her ass fast and hard poundings. "Fuck, I love stretching your tiny little ass, Lisa; your cute, sexy butt looks so good with my cock deep inside it," you say to her.
You stay grabbing Lisa's waist, not letting her get out of your grasp at any second as you fuck her ass. "YEAH FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she moans. You grab her arms from behind and thrust hard up her butt, using the motion of the van in your favor. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.
"Spread those legs wide," you command to Lisa, enjoying the way your cock just disappears inside her tight butthole. You then slide Lisa's body on the car's floor. "Wow," she says, as you get ready to get on top of her and pound her tasty ass even harder.
"Get that ass all the way up," you tell Lisa, who obliges, gaping her tight butthole as you slide inside it at a prone bone position. Lisa spreads her ass, trying to ease off the pressure of her tight hole, but it's to no avail; you just pound her relentlessly. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOD," Lisa moans as you stretch her tight asshole hard, hitting her in the face and mounting on top of her like a raging bull, your hips clapping hard against her cheeks.
"OHHH, DON'T STOP BABY," Lisa begs as you impose on her a hard anal destruction; her body shakes with the insensity of your fucking. Your big white cock sends her to the heavens in a way her boyfriend's never could. She moans like a good whore, pleading to God.Â
"Are you ready for that cum?" you ask her. "OH YEAH, BABY, I'M MORE THAN READY, OHHHHHHH," Lisa answers as you grab her waist and push your cock deeper and deeper in her ass. "Shit, Lalisa, your butthole is too tight; you're going to make me cum at any second," you say to her, clapping her cheeks hard.
"FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME THAT CUM," Lisa begs. "Then come here, get that ass up," you tell her, pulling out of Lisa and jerking your cock off until your seeds coat her sexy butt. You pick your phone up and take a picture of Lisa's cum-covered ass, giving it a little taps aftwards. " "Send it to Fred," you tell her.
Lisa messages her boyfriend as you stay starting at her butt and appreciating your white sperm all over it. You enjoy looking at her body, but one of the guys on the cabin suddenly interrupts you.
"Bro, we need to pee," he tells you.
"Alright, let's find someplace," you say to him.
"We are too far from the city; we'll need to pee at those woods," he replies.
"Wait, I think I have a better plan; stop the van," you answer him.
You slide the van's door open and bring a completely naked Lisa to the outside. It's freezing cold out there, but your cock is still throbbing. "Guys, I think I found the perfect place for us to pee," you tell them.
The three big white cocks start bursting hot piss all over Lisa's sexy body. To their surprise, she fully embraces it, opening her mouth when the pee gets close to it and loving the way you guys turn her into a walking urinal and cover her entire body full of that dirty liquid.
"Wow, that's so hot," Lisa says after you three finish pissing on her.
"Glad you liked," you say to her.
"Bro, looks like Fred paid the rescue money; should we just leave her there and tell him the location?" one dude asks.
You look at an abandoned cabin hidden in the woods and sense Lisa is still horny and wants more.
"I think we can wait until dawn; let's fuck that bitch airtight at the cabin first," you say.
"Done deal."
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Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader
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Summary: You hack Alexiaâs instagram.
It was almost too easy to get Alexia's Instagram password. It started off as a casual "help me, please" when she couldn't get her account to update one day. You'd offered to take a look, and within minutes, she'd trusted you enough to give you her password. Now, you sat on the sofa, staring at the list of questionable, slightly embarrassing photos you'd taken of her over the past few months, knowing exactly what you were about to do.
Alexia, the captain of her team, usually kept her public image squeaky clean. Polished, strong, professional. The world knew her as a serious, disciplined player who could take on any challenge. But you? You knew a different side of her. One that stumbled in at 3 AM after a night out with teammates, cheeks red from laughter and wine, or who sent you the most ridiculous selfies when she'd just woken up. She was adorable, and for the past few months, you'd kept these little memories tucked safely in your camera roll. Until now.
You bit back a grin as you selected the first photo. Alexia was sitting at the dining table, mouth stuffed full, eyes slightly glazed from the wine you'd been sharing. It was a terrible, hilarious photo, and it was about to become her new post.
Caption: "Sometimes is very... muy hard... to eat without make mess. But is ok! Me es captain, after all."
You held back a snicker as the post went live, imagining the horrified look she'd have if she saw it.
It didn't stop there. You scrolled to the next photo in your phoneâa selfie she'd taken in a mirror after the shower, wrapped in just a towel with a smirk on her face. She probably took it as a joke for you, but that smirk practically begged to be captioned. You could almost feel her cringe from afar as you typed it out.
Caption: "Today I am very... sexy time. But not for you to see! Only for one very... special person ;)"
"Oh, she's going to kill me for this one," you muttered under your breath, posting it and then closing her profile quickly, pretending like nothing happened. You chuckled to yourself and set your phone down, feeling like an evil genius.
Hours later, you'd managed to stay out of her account just long enough to keep her from getting suspicious. But your "prank" felt like it was only getting started. You'd posted a few more times, each one worse than the last.
There was a picture of her at a team dinner, mid-sentence, with an expression that was a cross between a sneeze and a frown.
Caption: "Sometimes the food make me very... emotional. Is the passion, you know?"
Then another one of her curled up on the couch, half-asleep, wearing a mismatched pair of socks with her hair sticking out in all directions.
Caption: "Me, the powerful captain. Even in my dreams. Especially with... socks of power."
At this point, the comments on her posts had started blowing up. Fans were bewildered. Some thought her account had been hacked. Others were tagging her teammates, asking if she was alright. You, however, couldn't stop laughing.
It wasn't until later in the evening that you got the call. You were mid-laugh at another comment under her most recent post when her name popped up on your screen. Alexia had finished training, and judging by the number of missed texts and calls, she'd discovered her Instagram feed. You braced yourself as you picked up.
"Cariño," her voice came through, breathless and tense. "What... what happened to... my Instagram?"
You could picture her standing there, wide-eyed and mortified. "What do you mean?" you replied innocently, biting back laughter.
"The photos! And the... the... 'sexy time' caption!" she hissed, her Spanish accent thick and heavy with frustration. "I did not write these things!"
"Oh?" you feigned confusion. "But they sound like you. Very... passionate, no?"
There was a pause, then an exasperated sigh. "No, no, no," she said quickly. "This is... how do you say... loco! They think I am... silly!"
You could barely keep it together. "I mean, you are a bit silly. Remember that dinner photo? You look very emotional about that food."
"I am not emotional about food!" she snapped, sounding utterly betrayed. "This is bad, amor. Very bad. My teammates... they send messages. They say, 'Alexia, are you drunk?'"
You couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. "Oh no, did they really?"
"Yes! They are very... how you say... worried! And my mother! My mother called, asking if I was okay!"
"Oh, that's brilliant," you wheezed, doubling over. "You should've seen this coming when you gave me your password."
There was a long, heavy silence. Then she groaned. "This is why I do not give my password to anyone."
"Guess you learned your lesson," you teased. "And you might want to check your latest post..."
Another beat of silence as she presumably opened her app and saw the final post you'd queued up: a picture of her in the mirror, flexing her arms with a ridiculously intense look on her face.
Caption: "Strong like bull, but soft like baby."
"NO! No, no, no," she cried, her voice barely a whisper. "This is... humiliation! My fans, they will... they will think I am crazy!"
"Or they'll think you're adorable," you countered, still laughing. "Which you are, by the way."
"You are so... how do you say... evil," she muttered, clearly flustered. "When I see you, I am going to... to..."
"To what?" you asked, grinning. "Hug me?"
"No, not hug," she huffed. "I am going to... to..."
You could tell she was struggling to find the right words, her English flailing under the pressure. "Going to what?"
She finally managed, "To... squish you like... like... tomato!"
That only made you laugh harder. "Oh, scary! The big, bad captain is going to squish me like a tomato!"
She grumbled in Spanish, clearly flustered beyond belief. "When I come home, you will see. No more password. Never."
"Whatever you say, 'strong like bull, soft like baby,'" you teased, unable to resist.
"Stop! No more of this!" she whined, but there was a slight hint of laughter in her voice.
"Alright, alright. I'll log out of your account," you promised, finally starting to relent.
A few moments later, a message popped up on your phone, the last straw for her, apparently.
Alexia: I am changing my password NOW!
With a smile, you sent back a quick response. "Can't blame you. But I think your fans quite enjoyed this little show."
Alexia: I do not care. Fans are important, but... no more with you. Never again!
You: "Oh, come on. You're the one who trusted me with your password."
Alexia: Big mistake!
By the time she finally made it home, you were still grinning ear to ear, waiting for her to walk through the door. When she did, the look of feigned anger mixed with absolute embarrassment on her face made it all worth it.
"There you are, my strong, soft baby," you greeted her, barely able to get the words out without cracking up again.
Alexia narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed as she tried to appear stern. "This is not funny."
You grinned, taking a step towards her. "Oh, it's a little funny. And admit itâyou looked cute."
She scoffed, but you could see her cheeks turning slightly pink. "I... I do not like this joke."
You stepped closer, pulling her into a hug despite her resistance. "Come on, admit it. You love me even though I'm an evil genius."
She sighed, reluctantly wrapping her arms around you. "Maybe. A little."
"That's all I needed to hear," you teased, kissing her cheek.
"Just remember," she murmured, her voice soft but with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I know where you sleep."
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It was an understatement to say Logan Howlett was good-looking. Every day waking up next to him was like an episode of America's, or well, Canada's next top model.
If there was a god up there, you wanted to thank them for whatever was in Logan's genetics, Even now, with messy hair and half awake, he was giving you butterflies.
"Quit starin', bub." Logan huffs as he brushes by you to get to the coffee maker.
You swore he was some alien from another planet. Seriously, how was he this hot?
Even at work, you found yourself daydreaming about him.
"Y'know, you're not paid to slack off." Matt huffed as he rearranged a shelf that some kid had messed up.
Your coworker's words had you groaning in annoyance. How could he be so inconsiderate? Interrupting your thoughts like that?
"The shop is literally empty!" You huff looking around at the little bookstore.
"Well, if I don't have a hot boyfriend to dream about, I don't see why you should get the privilege to." Matt grinned
"Whatever." You roll your eyes, "Not my fault he's the whole package."
Nearly a week had passed since you had gotten to have real alone time with Logan. Between work, running Laura around, and Wade's impromptu visits to your shared apartment, you and Logan hadn't seen much of each other.
Normally, you'd be able to accept this, after all life was busy. But, today it was like someone had lit a fire under you and the only way to put it out was with Logan in between your thighs.
Perhaps it was just because it was ovulation week, but all you could think about was getting home and pulling Logan into bed with you. God, you missed him so much...you were a ball of hormones and want as your mind wandered, imagining little versions of you and Logan running around the apartment, terrorizing Laura and Wade when he visited.
Friday night was often filled with stress, usually, you were sitting on uncomfortable metal bleachers, watching Laura's soccer games. But, this week was different, the game had been rained out and Laura had convinced you and Logan that she could sleep over at a friend's house.
The soft clink of keys had you turning towards the front door. Finally, Logan was home.
"I'm back." He announced as your cat, Jingle jumped from your lap to greet the man.
"Missed you." You smile as he plops down on the couch next to you, pressing his lips to your forehead briefly
"Wade kept me out longer than I thought he would." Logan says, "His fucking mouth is going to get him killed one day."
"If he could die." You snort
Logan lets out an amused scoff as he pulls you into his lap, eagerly pressing a kiss to your neck. His hands are a welcome weight as they settle on your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh there.
"Laura at her friends?" He asks with a coy smile
"Mmhm. Dropped her off myself." You say, wiggling your hips a bit in anticipation.
" Gonna take a shower," He says, "Meet me in the bedroom?"
You giggle and smile at the mischievous look on his face.
"Make it quick." You press a kiss on his cheek.
The scent of Logan's shampoo wafts down the hallway as you shimmy into something you've been keeping a secret for a few weeks. A lacy blue babydoll lingerie dress sits on your body as you quickly step into the matching thong it came with. You stand in front of the full-length mirror Logan hung on the back of the door to your shared bedroom.
You mess around with your hair, trying to find the perfect look, and then swipe on a strawberry-flavored gloss, one of Logan's favorites. You can't help but feel a bit giddy as you take in your appearance. Messy hair, shiny lips, and the perfect little number on your frame, you're sure to drive Logan even crazier than he already was for you.
The squeaking of the bathroom door's hinge's have you whirling around, unsure if you should lay on the bed, or perhaps sit on the edge.
You don't get a chance to make up your mind as Logan pushes the bedroom door open. A deep green towel is wrapped around his waist as your eyes greedily roam his perfect torso.
Logan sucks in a breath as he crosses the room to be closer to you. A big hand runs up your side, ghosting over your chest and then back down to land on your waist.
"Where'd you get this?" He smiles, eyes anywhere but your face.
"bought it a couple of weeks ago." You softly say, suddenly shy under his gaze, "Do you like it?"
"Love it." Logan smiles, meeting your eyes and letting the towel drop from his waist.
You let him push you down into the soft sheets of your shared bed, moaning a bit when his hands begin to wander.
Warm lips press against your neck, and then your collarbone, and then they begin to trail down to your chest. Logan's hands push the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and his mouth begins to softly tease one of your nipples while one hand delivers feather-light touches over your panties to the mess between your legs.
Logan's mouth leaves your chest as he pulls you to the edge of the bed, letting his knees hit the ground as he gently pushes your legs apart. His hands pull your panties down and you hear a deep groan when the wet fabric finally hits the floor.
"Missed her," Logan says, pressing a miss to your upper thigh
You roll your eyes at his comment, he had recently taken up talking to your cunt, referring to it as her.
A loud moan escapes your lips as he buries his head between your thighs, licking up your slit and gently sucking at your clit.
"Ugh, Logan..." You groan, you're extra sensitive after a week apart.
Your hips jump off the bed when he slips two fingers into you, pressing at the spongy part that only he can reach.
"Fuck-" You gasp as he sucks at your clit again, this time rougher than the last.
Finally, this is what you needed, you groaned again as you pictured what was coming next. Your stomach tightened with need for release as your cunt wept and ruined the sheets below you. You were desperate for his cock, craving the way you knew it'd stretch you out, putting an end to the past week of torture.
Logan pushes your hips back down as your body goes taut and your orgasm takes over. Your hands tug at his soft brown hair as your chest heaves.
Logan presses a kiss to your clit one more time before sitting back, his eyes looking up at you.
"Not bad." You sigh, a dopey smile on your face
Logan lets out a scoff as he stands up and pulls you further up the bed with him. You greedily run your hands down his chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as your fingertips tease them.
"Greedy," Logan comments as you pull him on top of you
"Can't help it." You sigh, "I've missed you."
"I can tell. She's like a fucking waterpark down there." Logan laughs as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"You're gross." You comment as you feel your face heat up
"Only for you," Logan says
You suppose you might've had a clever retort but the push of the cock that you had craved all week long has you shutting your mouth.
Logan's hips gently meet yours as he sets a slow pace. A quiet moan leaves his lips as you wiggle below him. The stretch of him is as good as you remember but you need more.
"Harder." You groan as he looks down at you
"Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart," Logan says worriedly
You a frustrated breath tumbles from your lips as you wiggle your hips unhappily. Logan was always so considerate and gentle with you. Always taking his time and making sure you were okay. He was truly ethereal in the bedroom. But, right now he was driving you nuts.
Logan lets out a loud oof as you push him off you and down onto the bed. You can tell he's confused as you settle yourself into his lap and reach into the bedside drawer.
A smirk plays on his lips as a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs come into his line of sight.
"Those for you?" He asks, "Want me to tie you up, bub?"
You roll your eyes as he plays with the thin strap of the lingerie that had fallen off your shoulders.
"They're for you." You smile as you grab his wrists, pulling them behind his head so he's stuck to your bed frame.
Logan's smile falters a bit but he lets you maneuver his arms anyway, "I can break these, easily."
"But you won't." You whisper into his ear and bite at the flesh there
"But I won't." Logan softly says, his eyes following your figure
Warm butterflies swim in his stomach as you line him up with your cunt again. He's never tried this position with you before, fearing it might be too much, after all, he wasn't the smallest guy around.
A soft groan leaves your lips as you sink down on him again. He feels your nails dig into his shoulders a bit as his head falls back a bit.
"New position?" He asks, regaining his confidence when he sees you're not in pain
"Mmhm." You say, focused on moving your hips
Logan's eyes widen as he lets you take what you want. The soft fuzz on the handcuffs tickles his skin as he itches to run his hands up and down your pretty body.
"Careful," He cautions you as you roughly move your hips above him
"Logan..." You groan, your eyes squeezed shut
He groans, as your pace quickens. The lust that clouds his brain is a tough fog that he can barely think through. He's worried that you're going to hurt yourself like this.
"M-Missed you so much." You confess, "Been thinking about you all damn week."
"Yeah?" Logan smiles and presses a kiss to your collarbone
"Yeah..." You sigh, "I've been so fucking horny lately."
Perhaps it's your admission or the lacy little thing that has yet to come off your body, or the new position, Logan's not entirely sure, but something in him snaps. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so worried about treating you like some delicate little flower.
The handcuffs don't stand a chance as he frees himself, from them. His hands come up and he quickly pulls out of you. A loud frustrated whine leaves your lips as you let him manhandle you.
"Logan I want to-"
He cuts you off as he spins you around and presses your chest down into the bed. You can feel the way he towers over you as he palms your ass, clearly liking the way it's on display for him.
"Have you ever tried this one?" His deep voice crowds your mind as he pushes into you again. A long moan leaves your lips as he chuckles at your submission.
A wonton cry leaves your lips below him as he finally moves his hips, cock hitting all the right places inside you.
Finally, you were getting what you wanted.
Not me disappearing into the void and then coming back and deciding it's the perfect time to write a bunch of smut...
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THE FIRST TO BREAK
agatha harkness x reader x rio vidal
NSFW! when they canât decide who indulges you more, agatha and rio find a way to settle it in competition. based on this ask i got. 1.3k words. i might have written this at 7am (thatâs my excuse if itâs bad <3).
Rioâs arms rest looped around your waist as you stand at the stove. Her head rests on your shoulder as she watches you work, as you pour herbs and spices into a pot âyou got up early, stalking through the kitchen to create something to prevent the illnesses that will be coming with winter soon. You use your witchcraft in the way of herbs, a potion witch as they would call you.
âYou donât need any of this,â Rio whispers. She watches you stir, and her arms around you grow tighter. âIâm not taking you from illness.â
You smile softly. Youâve tried to explain to her before that itâs not just about life and death, but discomfort â how much life resembles the gleaming, shifting ideal of thriving. She is still learning, itâs a concept too human for what is ancient, for Death.
âYouâre going to keep her alive forever,â Agathaâs voice rings out into the gentle silence of the kitchen as she speaks to Rio. You turn slightly in Rioâs grasp to look over at her, and as she pours a coffee for herself Agatha raises her eyebrows at you accusingly. âDonât break my favoritism streak.â
You shake your head. âIâll try.â
Rio rolls her eyes. She steps away from you, leaning against the kitchen island behind her as she turns to Agatha. âIf one of us is treating her with favoritism, itâs not me.â
âReally? Thatâs a stretch. How do I treat her with favoritism?â
Leaving the contents on the stove to simmer, you turn to watch them argue over you. It is playful, but still endearing, because you know they both treat you with favoritism.
âYou answer to whatever she wants,â Rio says, like itâs obvious. âEven when she doesnât ask, youâre always giving.â
âThatâs not a bad thing.â
âNo. Stealing diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet in the same week from a shopkeeper you threatened to kill is a little much though, isnât it?â
Agatha is quiet for a moment, taking a sip of her coffee. She drinks out of a black mug Rio got her, wears a dark blue robe Rio bought her, wears a wedding ring Rio proposed to her with. You donât think you are the one being shown partiality.
Agatha sets the mug down and looks at you. âWhat do you think?â
You didnât think it had been worth bickering over. They had disagreed. Now as you lay on the bed with your hands tied all you want is for them to show you favor, to fuck you until they forget the petty competition they have created between them.
Two of Rioâs fingers slide into you as she takes advantage of her turn. The rules of their competition are simple: whoever lets you come first loses. Youâre working up to the third time being edged, this is Rioâs second time on you and Agatha has only edged you once.
It was Agathaâs plan to make Rio go first, and now you can see why, because in the way sheâs fucking you so greedily now with her fingers and in the low moans she lets slip as she sucks bruises onto your chest you can tell Rio will be the first to break. She wants to let you come as bad as you need it, her black nails digging into your hips as her free hand presses against you in a reminder to stay still.
âLook at her,â Agatha says, speaking to Rio as if you couldnât hear, you were something to admire. âDoesnât she deserve to come? Sheâs so beautiful for us like this.â
Rio lets out a frustrated breath, accusatory glance shifting to Agatha, who takes advantage of her proximity and pulls her into a kiss. You watch them above you, one of Agathaâs hands drifting to your breasts as she sits at your side. Sheâs trying hard to do anything she can to make Rio let you come.
Rio notices Agathaâs wandering touch. She pulls out of the kiss, pulling Agathaâs hand away from your breasts and replacing it with her mouth. The sensation elicits a gasp from you, and your back arches into the sensation of her tongue licking across one of your nipples.
âSheâs so close,â Agatha whispers into Rioâs ear. She watches you with the same hunger in Rioâs eyes as she keeps fucking you with her fingers. âThink about how perfect she would look for you, how it would feel to have herââ
Just as you reach the edge of your orgasm, Rio pulls her hands from you. She compensates with kissing you â itâs not enough, though, and you canât help but whine into the kiss. You need her touch, or Agathaâs, something to soothe the need growing in you so sharply.
When you pull away and look at Agatha, a conflicted expression occupies her features. You know she wants to give you an orgasm, but she also wants to win. As she takes Rioâs place and settles herself between your legs, head dipping down to kiss your thighs, you can see it â that thereâs nothing she wants more right now than to feel you come on her tongue.
When Rio kisses you from beside you, Agatha delivers a sharp slap to the outside of your thigh. You tense, startled out of the kiss.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Agathaâs tone is demanding as she addresses Rio, who looks back at her with unbothered pride.
âIâm playing by your rules. You want to taunt me during my turn? It has to be even.â
âIt will be even when I win,â Agatha says, and youâre overcome with the sensation of her tongue dragging through you. Your hands pull at the restraints above you to no avail. You want to reach down and weave your hands in her hair, or pull Rio closer to you as she watches.
Agatha runs her tongue over your clit. She does it harder, moaning against you when your legs begin to tremble on either side of her head. Itâs almost painful how good it feels to have her tongue dipping inside of you and back up to your clit. With Rioâs lips crashing back into yours you can feel yourself slowly building into another orgasm â this time you need it.
âPlease,â you beg breathlessly, hands pulling the restraints again. âYou win, both of you can winâŠâ
âAgatha,â Rio taunts beside you. She watches as Agatha draws you closer and closer to the edge â she watches when Agatha pulls away.
Yet when Agatha pulls away itâs not to let Rio take her place, but to slide two fingers into you and reposition herself so she can kiss you. You taste yourself on her tongue and a moan escapes you.
âCome for me, baby, give it to me,â Agatha murmurs. Your body responds immediately, any restraint youâve tried to keep snaps as white-hot euphoria rushes over you. Agatha fucks you through it, fingers buried deep in you as she guides you through your orgasm. Vaguely youâre able to process Rio beside you as well with one of her hands between her legs â sheâs gone with you, at the sight of you and Agatha.
Agatha kisses you again as you come down from it. You hear Rio breathing heavily beside you, and then Agatha is pulled away from you again so that Rio can kiss her. When they part, Rio looks into her eyes. âYou fucking lose.â
âAnd youâre the one that got off on it.â
A smile makes its way to your lips. Playfully Rio shakes her head at you, Agatha moving to lay on your other side so that youâre sandwiched between them while Rio undoes the restraints on your wrists. You pull your hands down.
Laying down with them, Rio rests her head on her chest and loops an arm around your waist. Agatha holds her hand, and in their embrace you are enveloped by their love. There is no winner amongst you â the victory is shared.
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Back on Track
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: After a fight with Lando, youâre nowhere to be found when he leaves for Austin, making him fear the relationship is over. But when you arrive at the track with Max, he gets a second chance to make things right, and the two of you reconcile.
Word count: 2061
Even though we're going through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah
You and Lando rarely fought. Youâd been together since his final season in Formula 2, a bloody long time, and you could count the big fights on one hand. But this one was different. This was the worst of them all.
It was his last day at home before flying to Austin, and somehow everything went down.
"You're being clingy!" He shouted, running a hand through his messy curls, frustration etched on his face.
You stared at him, stunned. "Iâm being clingy? Me? Lando, weâve been together for years, and I have never asked you for anything. The one time I do, and this is what you say? Wow."
"Yeah, well, youâve never acted like this before!" His face hardened, eyes sparking with irritation you werenât used to. "Seriously, if you suddenly want some boyfriend whoâll sit around every night, watching dumb TV shows and cuddling you to sleep, maybe you should find someone else."
You shook your head, disbelief morphing into something different, something more hurt. "Maybe I should do that!"
He was beyond pissed. "Then please, do! I'm going out and I'll do the same." He turned, grabbing his jacket without a second glance. and strode out, slamming the door shut behind him.
You flinched at the echo, the silence crashing down around you as tears started to well up. "I hate you, Lando Norris." You whispered into the emptiness of the apartment.
Lando sat in the VIP section of his favorite Monaco club, gazing blankly over the crowded dance floor. The music pulsed, people laughed and danced, but his thoughts were miles away, thinking of you.
Max leaned in, breaking Landoâs trance. "Are you going to tell me whatâs going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Lando shrugged. "Was it that bad?"
Lando sighed, his gaze distant. "It was! It was the worst fight weâve ever had." He swallowed, the words bitter. "She probably thinks Iâm cheating on her right now."
Maxâs eyebrows shot up. "What are you talking about? Why would she think that?"
"Because, I pretty much said that." Lando muttered lound enough for Max to hear over the music.
Max looked at him, incredulous. "Why the hell would you say that, you absolute idiot? You love her."
Lando exhaled heavily. "I was angry! I didnât even think. I just⊠said it. I realized how bad it sounded the second I left."
Max shook his head, staring at him with a mix of pity and frustration. "Well, congratulations: youâre an idiot!"
"Thanks for the information."
It was late when Lando finally got home. The apartment was dark, and silence filled the rooms. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, his mind caught between whether he should crash on the sofa or swallow his pride, apologize, and lie beside you.
He waked to the closed bedroom door, standing there for a long moment, nerves filling his body. His hand hovered over the doorknob, but he stopped himself. He stepped back and with the sting of guilt he fell down on the sofa.
You were deep asleep when a hand shook your shoulder. Groggily, you opened your eyes to see your best friend sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes barely open, hair rumpled from sleep.
"What?"
She yawned, rubbing her eyes before looking at you. "Your phone wonât stop ringing."
Blinking, you glanced at the empty nightstand, remembering youâd left your phone in the living room. "What time is it?" You muttered. "Itâs probably Lando. We were supposed to leave for Austin early."
She groaned, pulling a pillow over her head and laying down next to you. "Then answer it or turn it off. Itâs too early for this, and Iâm exhausted."
"She rejected my call!" Lando exclaimed, pacing back and forth in the apartment.
Max raised an eyebrow. "Thatâs good news."
"How is that good?"
"At least we know sheâs okay." He said. "And still mad at you, which is probably deserved."
"I donât even know if she was still here when I got home last night. The bedroom door was closed, and I just⊠crashed on the sofa. I only realized she was gone this morning."
Max nodded thoughtfully. "So, whatâs the plan now?"
âI donât know,â Lando groaned, slumping into a chair, rubbing his hands over his face. "The teamâs going to kill me if I miss this flight."
"So go!" Max said firmly.
Lando looked up, shaking his head. "No way. Iâm not leaving without her."
Max rolled his eyes. "Look, she knows you have to leave, Lando. Sooner or later, sheâs coming back, and when she does, Iâll bring her to Austin myself. Just go."
"What if she refuses to go?"
"She loves you. She'll want t make things right. Trust me!"
Lando hesitated. "You promise?"
"I promise."
You slipped into the apartment two hours later, knowing Lando would be gone by now. The silence felt heavy as you shut the door, but before you could make it to the kitchen, Max appeared, stepping out from Landoâs streaming room.
You jumped, clutching your chest. "Max! What the hell? You scared me!"
"Sorry!" He said, raising his hands in apology.
"What are you doing here? Is Lando still here?" You glanced around, half expecting him to walk out from somewhere.
"He left. Had to, or heâd have missed his flight."
You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long sip. "I thought you were going with him."
"I am. I was just waiting for you."
You looked at him, understanding dawning slowly. "Max, I donât think going with you is a good idea." You sank into a chair at the small dining table, and Max sat across from you.
"Thatâs not true."
"Max, you donât know how he treated me, the things he saidâŠ" You swallowed, voice shaking. "He told me I should find someone else. And said he would, too."
Max leaned forward, shaking his head. "Look, he was furious and stupid. Belive me, I know what he said, and he regrets every word. He didnât even want to leave. I practically had to drag him onto the helicopter."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "Max, I don't know."
"Heâs an idiot, but heâs an idiot in love with you. Iâve never seen him like this with anyone, Y/N. Heâs been calling you non-stop, hoping youâd pick up, and heâs completely torn up about it. So please, come with me. Letâs go to Austin."
Lando had been unusually quiet all day. Practice had gone well, but not well enough; the Ferraris were ahead, and so was Verstappen. His mind shouldâve been on the upcoming sprint qualifying, but all he could think about was you and the fight. He could only hope that Max was somehow convincing you to come to Austin.
"Everything alright? Youâve been quiet, which is⊠not like you." Oscar asked, glancing over at Lando as they wrapped up filming a video for McLarenâs social media.
"Just tired." Lando muttered.
Oscar hesitated, then asked gently. "Whereâs Y/N? Lily told me she was coming."
Landoâs jaw tensed, his eyes flicking up to meet Oscarâs. "I⊠donât think sheâs coming." He admitted, his voice low. "I messed things up pretty badly."
Oscar raised his eyebrows. "Want to talk about it?"
Lando shook his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Not really. Just⊠hoping I havenât lost her." He said, more to himself than to Oscar.
Lando was suiting up, pulling on his gloves and securing his helmet, trying to lock his focus onto the upcoming sprint qualifying. But the knot of anxiety in his stomach hadnât eased since he arrived, knowing he might have to go through this entire weekend without you there.
Just then, Max appeared in front of him, grinning. "Hey, mate. Just came by to wish you luck. And, by the wayâŠ" Max lowered his voice, glancing over his shoulder. "Sheâs here."
"Fuck... thank you for bringing her."
There, standing quietly near the corner, arms crossed and headphones on, was you. You looked a little nervous, a shy expression on your face and when your eyes met, you quickly looked away.
A wave of relief fell over him, and he instinctively took a step forward, desperate to close the space between you. But Max put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Not now." Max warned. "Youâve got a sprint to think about. You can talk to her after."
"Butâ" Lando began, his eyes darting back to you, a urge to apologize.
A couple of mechanics also intercepted him, nudging him toward the car with hurried reminders. "Weâre starting in a few, Lando."
Lando clenched his jaw, glancing back at you. Taking a deep breath, Lando slipped into the car, his heart beating a little steadier, his mind clearing. For the first time all day, he felt ready. You were here and that was everything.
You watched the qualifying from the garage, heart pounding with every lap. It was always like this: nerve-wracking, pride and fear as you watched him push himself and the car to the limit. But today, your chest felt even tighter, knowing the tension lingering between you.
When the session ended, Lando finished fourth. Relief mixed with a bit of pride washed over you as you clapped, your gaze fixed on him as he came into the garage.
The moment he spotted you, he didnât hesitate. He strode over and without a word, he reached for your hand, gently but firmly, and led you out of the garage toward his driverâs room, ignoring the curious glances around you.
Once inside, he closed the door. "Y/N⊠Babe, Iâm so sorry."
You looked down, your arms wrapping around yourself. "You hurt me, Lando. You didnât just walk away, you made me feel like I was⊠too much."
He stepped closer, reaching for your hand again. "I was an idiot. I donât even know why I said those things. I was frustrated, and I took it out on you. None of it was true. Youâre not âtoo much.â Youâre⊠everything to me."
"I thought you didnât want me anymore."
He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "That could never be true. I canât imagine any of this, my life, racing, anything, without you." He brushed a stray tear from your cheek. "I was terrified you wouldnât come. That Iâd ruined everything."
You took a shaky breath. "Max convinced me⊠told me you didnât want to leave, that you were just⊠scared of losing me."
"More than you know." He said, his hand holding yours firmly. "Please forgive me, Y/N. Iâll spend as long as it takes making it up to you."
"I don't want you to give up anything, Lando."
"I know. I know. That's not what you asked me."
After a long moment, you squeezed his hand. "Iâm here now." You said softly. "Letâs just start with that."
Relief flooded his face as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close, as if he never wanted to let go. "I know I donât deserve it, but Iâm grateful youïżœïżœre here. I donât want to mess this up ever again."
You gave him a gentle smile, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "I didnât come all this way to hold onto what happened. Letâs just⊠move forward. Together."
He smiled. "Together."
A knock on the door interrupted the moment. "Lando?" A team member called from the hallway. "They need you back in the garage in five!"
Lando glanced back toward the door, then returned his gaze to you, clearly torn. "Go!" You murmured. "Iâll be here when youâre done. Iâm not going anywhere."
He didnât respond right away. Instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. You melted into it, letting the last of the hurt dissolve in his warmth.
When he pulled back, he looked at you with a smile . "Iâll be quick." He said, squeezing your hand before reluctantly letting it go and heading toward the door. Just as he opened it, he paused, glancing over his shoulder one last time. "I love you."
"I love you too." You whispered.
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the dangers of a slipper
pairing:Â jingyuan x fem!reader
genre:Â fluff, crack
summary:Â slippers are a dangerous weapon, even more so when you're the one holding it
word count:Â 704
a/n: wrote this cus i was inspired by that one meme of the mom scolding the son and the father intervening, but both end up being scolded.
he shouldâve known that he was going to be in trouble, the moment he let yanqing run off and go fight in such a dangerous duel. word travelled fast in the xianzhou, so it was no surprise that the moment yanqing and the general stepped into the house, they were in danger.
âyan. qing.â your stern voice calls from the top of the stairs. a shiver of fear runs down the boyâs spine at your tone. sure, he was the strongest swordsman of all of xianzhou, but even so, he was terrified of his mother figure.
hanging his head guiltily, yanqing steps forwards, not daring to make eye contact with you.
from the side, jingyuan watches yanqing get scolded by you, his eyes are filled with mirth and amusement as he relishes in the drama. yanqing, kneeling obediently at your feet, head bowed in shame, shoots pleading looks at jingyuan.
finally, jingyuan decides to step in, trying to save his trusted little aide from your fearful wrath. with a sigh and subtle shake of his head, jingyuan steps into the firing line your line of sight.
ânow now love,â he began, voice smooth, though his hands were clammy with fear. âyanqing is quite capable. after all, his master is yours truly.â he boasted, puffing his chest out in confidence.
unfortunately for him, he doesnât win the fight. instead, he finds himself a victim of the deadly slipper, a swift but light bop to his head sening him dropping to his knees, mirroring yanqingâs posture of submission. his joy has been knocked off into one of sheepish submission.
anyone who sees such a scene would find it hilarious. the most powerful swordsman and the dozing general of xianzhou, both quiet and docile as they listen to your scolding. the proud, young swordsman and jingyuan, fearless dozing general, forced into reflection under your watchful gaze and the threat of the merciless slipper.
jingyuan, who finds the courage to lift up his head, assuring you that it wasnât a big deal. his only response is another ruthless bonk on the head from your slipper. silenced and cowed, he lowers his head again, quietly reflecting on his actions. to yanqing, jingyuan can only offer a meek smile, as his hand rubs the tender spot where your slipper had made its mark.
to add salt to his wounds, even the generalâs ever-loyal companion had betrayed his trust. when jingyuan spots his loyal companion, mimi, pass by, he shoots her a pleading look, hoping that she would bravely put herself between her owner and the threatening lady looming over them.
to his hurt and disbelief, mimi spares him a single glance of disinterest, before turn her tail and plopping down beside your feet with a huff of disapproval, even going as far as shooting him a condescending glare. jingyuanâs shoulders slump, the fight fleeing his posture.
how heartwrenching.Â
âmimi,â jingyuan groaned in exasperation. âwhat have i ever done to wrong you? did your mother give you more treats behind my back again?â
as though to mock him, mimi rubs lovingly against your leg, glee sparkling in her mischievous eyes. the large, white lion lets out a yawn, snuggling closer, as though saying, âyou mightâve raised me, but boss lady here is better than you.â
letting out a dramatic gasp, jingyuan feigns a collapse. unfortunately for him, it doesnât give him extra sympathy points. instead, he receives another repremanding whack from the slipper.
yanqing spares a single side-eye at his general, pity and suppressed amusement dancing across his face. it seemed that even the general was powerless in the face of big boss. with a pout, jingyuan sat back onto his knees, the duo casting looks of mutual pity at each other.
âboss lady is scary,â they telepathically communicated, determination etched on their faces. ânext time, letâs not get caught.â
thwack. thwack.
âi know what the two of you are thinking.â you warned, slipper pointed at their faces. âdonât you dare, iâll have mimi watch you and keep you out of trouble.â
tomorrow morning, the duo would have to explain why they have matching bumps on their head.
how embarrassing for them. well, maybe they shouldâve thought twice before being stupid.
footnotes:
1. the image i was talking about:
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el sueño de una niña II Jenni Hermoso x Reader
masterlist I word count: 2175
a/n: dear readers, the inspiration for this oneshot was Jenni Hermoso's speech at the Ballon d'Or ceremony, enjoy. đ€đ
âWait, I know that youâre a football player. Why did you come from my mamis bedroom?â
Jenni was on her way to sneak out of your appartement but when that small voice held her back. Curiously she turned the head around to look into the eyes of a little girl who the Spaniard estimated to be between five to six years old.
That must have been your daughter Mila Jenni thought to herself. It was the big confession after the great night the two of you had spent together.
Something in the reveal activated her flight mode, the forwardâs plan was to leave and never look back. Her life was so chaotic she didnât feel ready to be a part of a family.
Even though everything about yesterday touched her more than Jenni wanted to admit. Images of it flashed behind her eyes capturing passion, beauty and love.Â
âUhm.. you didnât see me, okay?â, the raven-haired woman returned the question flustered.
âBut youâre the Jenni Hermoso, right? The one who won the World cup with Spain.â, Mila looked at her big-eyed, her voice full of adoration.
âYes, but donât tell anyone.â, Jenni replied, pressing a finger to her lips to underline her words.
âWow.â, the little girl whispered amazed.
âSorry, I really need to leave now. Iâve a speech to write.â, the striker apologized.
This didnât stop Mila to confide in the older woman. âIâd love to be a football player like you when Iâm grown up.â
âYou do?â, something of your daughterâs sincerity made Jenni stay despite her announcement earlier that she needed to go.
âYes.â, the girl emphasized.
âHm..â
âItâs a big dream of mine.â, Mila added smiling shily.
âYouâll have to work hard for it.â, the Spaniard told her seriously.
âI can do that.â, your daughter assured her.
âAnd people will try to keep you from it.. they will tear you down and hope youâll be compliant.â, Jenni continued gravely, kneeing down so she could look into the girlâs eyes.
âDid they do that with you?â, Mila questioned empathetically, placing her small hand carefully to the dark-haired womanâs cheek.
âYes. All my life. So, promise me one thing, okay?â, she confirmed.
âOkay?â
âDonât let anyone tell you what you can and cannot be. Promise?â, Jenni pressed a kiss to your daughterâs fingers.
âI promise.â, Mila answered solemnly.
âIf you excuse me now.â, the older woman gave her an apologetic look.
âBye, Jenni. I hope Iâll see you back soon.â, the girl said in an optimistic tone that left no doubt that the football player would return to your appartement.
âWeâll see. Thank you though.â, Jenni answered gratefully.
âThank you for what?â, your daughter frowned confused.
âYou just gave me an idea for my speech.â, the football playerâs face lit up with excitement as she spoke.
Jenni shuffled the pieces of papers once more while someone applied her make up for the Ballon DâOr ceremony.
The writing on her notes was almost illegible, she had scribbled down her thoughts way too quickly on her way to the venue. It didnât matter. She knew now what she wanted to say on stage. Still, she refused to let go of her notes.
âJenni, have you actually prepared a speech?â
Alexias face appeared behind her in the mirror, She was already in her suit, her hair pulled into a low bun.
Jenni was about to complain about the surprised tone of Alexias voice when Patri joined them: âNo way! I thought youâd just start talking like you always do.â
Jenni raised one eyebrow at the reflection of her two Spanish teammates and grinned: âThat was the initial plan but I had a better idea.â
âDid someone spark your inspiration?â, Marta asked innocently.
Once the make-up artist let go of her face, she turned towards them and nodded: âYes. And I hope sheâs watching.â
Her teammates exchanged unreadable glances without saying a word while Jenni walked past them, leading the way to the award ceremony.
For what felt like hours, they sat there and listened to men talk. Jennis gaze kept going back to the clock, willing the time to slow down or the speakers to talk faster so Mila had a chance to watch before her bedtime.
Finally, she was called up on stage to receive her award. There was applause but she knew a lot of the people werenât satisfied with her nomination. She held onto her notes and it all faded into the background once she started speaking about the little girl that wanted to follow in her footsteps, the girl that deserved to have a safer environment to play football in.
Her teammates welcomed her back to her seat with standing ovations. Alexia nodded at her once with a set jaw while Aitana gave her an inquiring look: âYou dedicated it to a young girl? Whoâs that?â
âSomeone I met this morning.â, Jenni replied truthfully as she sat down.
âShe seems to have left quite an impression on you.â, Caroline remarked.
âShe did. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with all this shit⊠but there are so many little girls out there that should have it better than we did back then.â
âI agree with that.â, Alexia chimed in.
Marta nodded in agreement: âMe too, obviously. We had to put up with a lot.â
âLetâs be honest, we still do.â, Aitana whispered.
Jenni answered with new-found determination: âYes but until she gets older, we might have already changed some more things.â
âI bet we will.â, Salma said quietly, before they all went quiet again and focused on the next award recipient.
Much to the surprise of her national and former club teammates Jenni announced at the after party, the alcohol-free wine glass still resting in her hand untouched. âI think Iâm going to leave.â
âLeave?â, Patri repeated puzzled.
âYeah, this party is boring anyway.â, the striker shrugged. The other women secretly thought the same, they couldnât celebrate like the men around them as they were having a national team game the next morning.
 Seeing Jenni step into your apartment while she still wore her glamorous dark suit jacket showing a large portion of her skin underneath felt almost unreal to you. It wasnât that long ago when Mila and you watched the ballon dâor ceremony on tv and now she was back in flesh and blood. The football player was even more gorgeous here than on the screen.
Quickly Jenni revealed that the celebrations had bored her which was the moment you told her about your night.
âMila stayed awake the whole time, she didnât want to fall asleep until you were on the stage, Jenni.â
âShe watched?â, the dark-haired woman asked happily.
âYes, Mila loved everything about your speech.â, you nodded thrilled by the fact that your excitement was mirrored in the forwardâs face.
âIâve to thank her. She inspired me.â, she confessed.
âYou inspired her as well.â, you admitted smiling. Â
âEven if sheâs the only one, I reached my goal.â, Jenni beamed.
âTo be fair I think you inspired many more with your words.â, you remarked solemnly.
âI hope so.â, the dark-haired woman sighed.
âTrust me.â, you answered softly.
After a meaningful pause you added. âI almost thought you wouldnât call or wanted to see me again back then you left without a word in the morning.â
âThat would sound like me actually.â, the footballer cleared her throat nervously. She loved to play the game, haunting for the next great beauty to court and lay down in bed with before going on the haunt again, always being a restless player. All was fair in love and football.
âSheâll appreciate the thank you though, itâll mean a lot to her.â, you said while you bit your lip.
âThatâs why Iâm here. I want to thank you both.â, Jenni looked at you sincerely.
âShouldnât you be at the grand afterparty sipping champagne and flirting with pretty women?â, you lifted an eyebrow curiously.
âNot many women there that arenât my teammates. And Iâm not allowed to drink, Iâve to be back with my national team tomorrow.â, the striker chuckled amused.
âI see.â
âAnd maybe I preferred to spend my time here.â, she acknowledged, one hand ran tensely through her long hair.
You considered her for a moment and nodded in the direction of Milas bedroom: âSadly sheâs already asleepâŠâ
âThatâs okay. I could stay if you let me.â
You knew you should have thought about it for longer but you couldnât resist the thought of Jenni staying one more night: âYes, you can. If you promise to say goodbye in the morning.â
âIf I was planning to sneak out again, I wouldnât have told you.â, Jenni half-joked.
You tilted your head: âGood point.â
âSo?â
âYou can stay the night.â, you finally confirmed.
Relief seemed to flash across Jennis face for a millisecond: âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome, Jenni.â
The next morning you were woken up by footsteps on the wooden floor. Your heart sank immediately, thinking it was Jenni breaking her promise so you refused to turn around. You didnât want to watch her leave again. Instead you heard a tiny voice whisper in awe: âJenni!â
âWoah, youâre already awake, little one. Good morning.â, Jenni yawned and stretched right next to you.
She was still here, still in your bed.
âI saw you! Last night!â, Mila said full of excitement.
âYou did? And did you like my suit? Itâs on that chair.â, Jenni smiled, pointing across the room.
You watched as Mila walked over and gently touched the fabric in awe.
âItâs beautiful.â
âRight? Next year Iâll take you and your mum with me.â, the football player said, winking at you as if to tell you that she knew you were awake.
While the smile fell from your face, Milas eyes lit up: âWhat? Really?â
âYes, why not?â
You might have been desperate for her to stay another night but you werenât delusional. Who knew where the two of you were in a year? Most likely not sharing a bed anymore.
âDonât promise her too much.â, you warned the football player.
Jenni was unusually quiet before replied: âI⊠mean it.â
âYou mean it?â
âI do. I want to keep seeing you and her.â, she said with determination.
Milas eyes had been darting back and forth between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match. âWe want to keep seeing you too!â, she yelled happily.
Completely ignoring you, Jenni turned back to your daughter and pulled her onto the bed: âWould you like to see a football game in Italy tonight?â
Mila was bursting with joy: âYes!â
âI mean isnât that too spontaneous? Like what about the airplane tickets?â, you interjected.
âI can take care of it all. But only if thatâs okay with you.â, Jenni offered while Mila put on her best puppy eyes: âPleeease.â
Who were you to deny your daughter such a once in a lifetime opportunity?
With a hesitant nod, you finally agreed: âOkay.â
The day has flown by, Mila and you quickly packed your bag for one night, before following your lover to get on the plane. While the striker was on the team walk, your daughter and you did your own exploring the Italian surroundings. It was like a daydream from which you didnât want to wake up.
In the evening, you could feel from the stands Jennis glances on you who was standing on the pitch with some of her friends. Next to you Mila couldnât hide her excitement seeing her favourite players live. It genuinely warmed your heart to witness and share that special moment with your child.
âPretty girl from next door? Sheâs so your type, Jenni.â, Laia Codina wiggled her eyebrows.
âThatâs why sheâs here.â, the forward winked at the defender.
With a smirk on her face Alexia bumped her elbow into her teammates side. âWho wouldâve thought that Jennifer found herself a family.â
âStrange things happen, Ale.â, Jenni shrugged with her shoulders.
âYes, itâs Halloween soon.â, Vicky threw in teasingly.
âRude.â, the older striker commented smiling.
âVicky.â, the Barcelona captain clicked her tongue reprovingly.
The test game ended in a draw, but that didnât stop Jenni from giving you a passionate kiss.
âThat wasnât very subtle, Jenni.â, you laughed.
âI donât care about subtle anymore.â, she clarified grinning.
âWhat about the others watching?â, you asked her, cheeks flushed.
âThey just love to stare at pretty girls.â, Jenni stated firmly.
âPretty girls, hm?â, you repeated. Admittedly under her intense gaze you felt more beautiful than ever before. She didnât hide her desire towards you and wasnât afraid to show it in the public.
âYes.â, she confirmed.
âKiss me again.â, you requested, your voice slightly hoarse from cheering. Before you even could finish your sentence, her lips were on yours, making both of your hearts flutter.
Everything started with a dream of a little girl which was your daughter, in which Jenni saw her younger self, Mila undoubtedly became her inspiration for the speech. The three of you would now dream together.
Keep dreaming.
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It's been a while since I wrote about you. Not because I haven't missed you or didn't have good things to say; it's because it's been so, so incredibly good. There is too much for me to say. There have been too many moments that I'd like to write down for me to remember for a lifetime. We came back from our first vacation together, and gad, I have never been more sure about you.
By switching to the other side of the sidewalk so you were the one closer to the road, you made me feel safe. Wearing your 'emergency pants', in case you needed to move the van when the wind was too much for me (which, it was, and you moved the van without a wrinkle or hint of annoyance in your face), you made me feel cared for. Just like all the times you asked me if I was okay. You made me feel heard and made me feel like you truly wanted to understand and hear me, when you asked me how the vacay is going. What our further wishes are and if we want to change anything. You made me feel important and like a princess when you drove around half of the island, just to find a souvenir that I really wanted (even if you usually don't do souvenir hunts). Every single day, you made me feel so good. All of the full body cuddling at night, almost forming a blanket the way you folded yourself all around me. All of the caring during the day. All of the communicating and comfortable silences. The amount of planning you have done, making sure we arrive there and back home safely and that we can "haal het beste uit" our vacation. Knowing I am uncomfortable with manuals and especially a van, you drove all of the time; even if at times, it was stressful as shit. And, everything that came with living in a van; you emptied our water, refilled it, dusted the inside, checked the difficult-closing door, cooking, and did a lot of the dishes.
All the times I asked you to pose a certain way for a picture, you did exactly that. On hikes, you would ask me if the speed was okay, or, like you did most of the time, you'd let me in front. That way, I could go my own speed and you'd be sure that I felt comfi and good. The cute smiles when I said something to Beertje; how I adore and feel so so safe when you like seeing the child inside of me. Ha, the way you went back to souvenir stores with me as I regretting not buying something, while once again, not being annoyed at all. Also, how you paid for my toilet visit twice, knowing I don't carry around 50 cents. It's not expensive, but I know you'd never pay for a toilet like that. But if I really needed and wanted to, you gave me the moneys and always told me to take my time. The way you always let me play whatever music I would like to hear; is that something meaningful that I have overseen every single time (by thinking you just vibe with everything)?
My baby. I can't even describe it in words properly. You truly treated me like a princess. You asked me if u don't always do so. I had no choice but to take my blinding sunnies off during this vacation, seeing how well you treat me. In day to day life, it shines less bright. Now, I couldn't miss it, not even if I closed my eyes during the whole vacation.
One thing I will never ever forget. The 25th birthday you gifted me. You first gifted me a go-pro, which you had named "Renee s vlog camera". It's a typical niklas gift; useful. And damn, even if I was a bit overwhelmed with what it could do at the beginning, I friggin love it. We got to use it sooo many times during the vacay, and I am thrilled that we got to use it in those ways. I am sure there will be more times that I use it, which I am v excited for. And of course, the way you made sure that we got to do what I wanted to for my bday (a hike, an easy one to start with, which,,,, was harder than we had planned but you made sure that I was okay the whole time and we turned around when we both felt like it was a good time). And later, the whale đ dolphin đŹ watching in Funchal... (where we also looked at the doors I wanted to see, hiked up to a garden u thought I wanted to see, just to take a cable car to the actual palace where I wanted to go to (even if it sounded boring to u to go to a palace), and we ate at such a lovely restaurant, even twice!). Bro. Never will I ever forget the first time you said "I love you too". I was so deep into my feelings, I bit your arm. Yet, that wasn't enough to calm the roaring feeling inside of me. The one that was banging at the bottom of my throat, begging me to say the words. So. I did. "Don't say it back, but I love you so friggin much. Thank you so much for this.... I love you". I felt a weight falll of of my shoulders, as I put my head onto yours. Right there and then, even if I couldn't make it out a 100% over the sound of the waves, the motor from the boat, and the peace that had fallen over me, you said it. "I love you too". My head instantly bounced up: "what?!" I smile, as you also laugh and point out the sharks that you just spotted. Typical Niklas, talking about sharks when he wants to change to topic. Though, it doesn't change the fact that you said it back to me. And even if you are still debating what it means to love someone, maybe you felt the same way that I did right there, on the two front seats of this boat. There wasn't a way for me to explain why I felt the way I did. I just know. For me, it doesn't have to be based on facts. "Okay, so, I really appreciate what he did for me and I feel super safe, appreciated and good. So, in convlusion, that must mean that I love him". I am more of the feeling type. I felt overwhelmed by love for you right there and then. Maybe you felt the same, and told me that you love me too, even if you aren't factually sure that that means. Either way. I will remember you saying it. 24th of October, 3 days after my bday and 8 days before our one year anniversary. I know you only say things you mean, and if you didn't want to say it back, I gave you the options. "Don't say it back", I said the first time that I said I love you. After a short second, I said it again, and even if I didn't realize it, gave you the opportunity to say it back to me. Might not be that big of a deal to you, but as you might know, lol, it is a pretty big deal to me.
So. Baby. It seems impossible to word. But damn. You treated me like a princess. And Gash. I love you, so, so friggin much. No words. I am excited to spend so much more time with you in our future. Endless kisses to you, my love.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (06)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 5.3k
Aliyah's Notes: after the calamity of ch5 i present u ch6.... enjoy it. or not. AND IM SORRY FOR THE ENDING đ„đ©đ
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It's been days. Or weeks? You didnât even know anymore. The calendar on my phone kept reminding me, but you stopped counting. Maybe if you ignored the world long enough, itâll forget you existed. Maybe if you stayed in this apartment, you could disappear into these four walls like you were never here in the first place.
Numbers. You used to count them, obsess over them, keep track of every passing hour. But now, time feels... irrelevant. Whatâs the point of knowing how long youâve been sinking when no oneâs coming to pull you out?
The silence feels... safe. No one to judge you. No one to see the mess youâve become. Itâs funny, thoughâpeople always see what they want to see. The headlines called you a goddess, an untouchable force of beauty and success. But what would they say if they knew the truth? That the girl in their glossy magazines could barely stand to look at herself anymore.
You hated this. The lying, the pretending. Nina thought you were just going through a rough patch, but she didnât know how deep the cracks went. It wasnât supposed to be like this. You werenât supposed to be this anymoreâbroken, fragile, teetering on the edge again. You swore youâd never come back to this place. But itâs funny how easy it is to fall back into old habits, how fast the darkness creeps in when no oneâs watching.
No oneâs watching.
Maybe thatâs for the best. Let them keep seeing the version of you they wanted to seeâthe confident supermodel, the girl who had it all. Let them believe the lie, because the truth? The truth was ugly. The truth was youâve been staring at your phone for days, hopingâno, needingâfor a message, for something from him.
But nothing.
He was in Missouri. Working, you guessed. You didnât even know when he was coming back. He didnât say.Â
You hated him for that. But you hated yourself more for caring. For letting him in, even when you knew better. For thinking, for just one second, that maybeâjust maybeâthere was something real between you, beneath all the lies you told the world.
But none of it was real. Not the dating, not the smiles, not the person they thought you were. You were a fraud. A perfect, golden fraud wrapped up in designer clothes and empty promises. And the worst part was, you were too tired to fight it anymore. Maybe this was who you were now. A girl who hid in her apartment, waiting for the world to forget she existed.
Or maybe it already happened.
The sound of the door creaking open started you, pulling you out of the spiral youâve been sinking into. You didnât even need to look up to know who it was. No one else had the key to your apartment beside her.
âAre you kidding me, Y/N?â Ninaâs voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife. âThis is the third time this week. How long do you think you can keep doing this?â
You didnât respond.
Nina stromed in, slamming the door behind her, and you heard her heels clacking on the floor as she made her way to the living room. âYouâre not answering your phone. Youâre not responding to emails. You missed three shoots! People are asking questions, Y/N. What do you think Iâm supposed to tell them?â
You stayed silent, curling deeper into the couch. Maybe if you didnât look at her, sheâll go away. Maybe sheâll finally get the hint that you didnât want to be saved.
But Nina wasnât the type to back off. âNo,â she snapped. âYou donât get to ignore me, not today. You need to get up. You need to fix this, Y/N. You think you can just hide away forever? Is that the plan? Because let me tell you, honey, the world wonât wait for you to get your shit together.â
She stood in front of you now, hands on her hips, glaring down at you like a disappointed mother. Her usually immaculate hair was slightly disheveled, and you could tell by the tension in her jaw that sheâs been worrying.Â
âTalk to me, honey,â she said, her voice lower now. âThis isnât you. You donât just disappear like this. What happened? Is it Rafe? Is it work? Are you back toâŠâ her voice trailed off, but the question hanged in the air, heavy and unspoken.Â
You couldnât look at her. The shame curled in your chest, making in hard to breathe. She didnât know. She didnât know how badly youâve relapsed, how badly everything felt like it was slipping out of control again. And you couldnât bring yourself to say it. Not to her. Not to anyone.
âWhenâs the last time you even showered? Eaten something decent? Your careerâs on the line. Everything weâve worked for is on the line. You canât just⊠give up like this.â
Her words hit like slaps, each one stinging, but you still didnât move. You couldnât.
Nina huffed, pacing now, her frustration spilling over. âI donât know what happened between you and Rafe, and honestly, I donât care. But whatever it is, you donât get to throw your life away because of it. Youâre stronger than this, Y/N. I know you are. So why the hell are you letting this break you?â
You flinched at the word âbreak.â Because thatâs what it feels like. Like youâre already broken, shattered into a million pieces, and you didnât even know how to start putting yourself back together.
Nina crouched down in front of you, her voice softening, her eyes searching yours. âTalk to me, honey. Please. Tell me whatâs going on. I canât help you if you donât let me in.â
For a moment, you almost did. You almost told her everythingâthe text, the relapse, the endless void youâve been sinking into. But the words caught in your throat, choking you. Whatâs the point in talking when nothing will change?
You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. âIâm fine.â
Ninaâs eyes narrowed. âDonât give me that bullshit. Youâre not fine. Youâre far from it. You think I havenât seen you like this before? Youâre not fooling anyone, Y/N.â
She stood, her frustration bubbling back to the surface. âYou need to snap out of it. Because in five days, youâre getting engaged to Rafe Cameron, whether you like it or not. And a week after that, youâre walking down the aisle. You canât afford to fall apart now.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a lead blanket. The engagement. The wedding. The lies. It all felt so suffocating, so inevitable.
Nina crossed her arms, her voice firm. âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen. Youâre going to get up, youâre going to shower, and youâre going to pull yourself together. Because tomorrow, youâve got a charity event with Rafe, and youâre going to smile for the cameras and make everyone believe that youâre still that perfect, golden girl they love.â
You wanted to scream at her, tell her you couldn't do it, that you didn't even know how to pretend anymore. But instead, you nodded numbly, sinking deeper into the fog that had settled over your mind.
Nina sighed, her voice softening again as she headed toward the door. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. And I swear, Y/N, if you're still in this state when I get here, I will personally drag you to that charity event."
The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone with the weight of everything she'd just said.
You hadnât slept. Not really. Just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how you were supposed to pretend like everything was fine when every part of you was falling apart. You could still hear Ninaâs voice in your head, telling you to pull yourself together, to be the golden girl everyone expected you to be.Â
You dragged yourself out of bed, your body heavy. Your legs felt weak, and your mind feltl worse. Everything was numb, but somehow you still felt the pain. You stumbled into the bathroom, turning the water on without thinking. The cold spray hit your skin like tiny needes, and you stood there for a while, trying to let the string wake you up. But it didnât workâyou were still in that fog.
When you finally stepped out of the shower, you didnât even bother looking in the mirror. It didnât matter. You grabbed the first thing you sawâa plain black sweater, loose and oversized, and a pair of jeans that didnât quite fit right anymore. You didnât even try with your hair, just pulled it back into a bun. No makeup. What was the point? It wasnât like anyone cared what you looked like today.
When you got to the office, the tension hit you the moment you walked through the door. Your stomach twisted as you made your way down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. You could feel your pulse in your throat, your chest tightening with every breath. You shouldnât have cared. You shouldnât. But as you pushed open the door to the conference room and saw him sitting thereâRafe, looking like he hadnât been bothered by a single thingâyou felt the anger bubbling up, hot and sharp.
It started as a familiar ache that had been building ever since the night he walked out of your apartment without a word. Two weeks. Fourteen days of silence. Fourteen nights spent waiting for a text that never came, hoping for even the smallest explanation, something to make sense of the hollow space heâd left behind.
Day 1. Monday, 2:42 AM
You: âHey. Are you home? LMK, just to be safe.â
Day 2. Tuesday, 8:18 AM
You: âIâm still so confused about what happened last night, but letâs talk when you have a minute.â
Day 3. Wednesday, 5.32 PM
You: âLook, if youâre mad at me, just say it! I thought we were good, what the hell?â
Day 4. Friday, 11:04 PM
You: âItâs been days and I still donât understand why you left like this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 3:27 PM
You: âFuck you. I don't know why I keep texting. I know youâre seeing my texts, even though Iâm on delivered. Just tell me if youâre done with this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 10:41 PM
You: âWhy am I acting like Iâm the one who fucked up? I didnât do anything wrong. You left me like I was nothing, and your only explanation was a shitty rom-com excuse. I thought we were friends, Rafe.â
Day 5: Sunday, 11:36 PM
You: âI hope you rot in your shit ass apartment, but trust that I will show up to one of your stupid games with a sign that says âSmall Dick Ghosterâ in big, glittery letters. And I hope Chiara will hug you so hard that sheâll end up strangling you to death. Fuck you, again!â
And there he was, sitting there like none of it had happened, like you were still just strangers playing a game. His posture relaxed, that effortless confidence radiating from him, his gaze fixed on the papers in front of him, completely indifferent.
It infuriated youâthe ease with which he moved on, the way he could look so composed, so completely unbothered, as if he hadnât abandoned you in that moment when you were raw and vulnerable. Like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing.
Every part of you screamed to confront him, to demand an explanation for the silence, the absence, the complete disregard. You could feel the hurt clawing up from your chest, tangling with the anger that burned hotter with each passing second. He was so close, but somehow, he felt miles away.
So instead, you steeled yourself, locking down the hurt, burying it beneath the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. You wouldnât let him see the effect he had on you, wouldnât give him the power to know just how much his absence had shattered you. Noâhe would get nothing from you. Not a word, not a glance, not a single sign of the turmoil raging inside you.
You walked past him without a word, each step heavy with the weight of the anger you swallowed down. Let him sit there, pretending like nothing was wrong. Let him think he could ignore you, dismiss you, erase you from his life without consequence. Because you would make sure he felt every bit of the coldness he had left you with, every ounce of the hurt heâd carved into you.
Ignoring him was the only power you had left, the only way to keep the anger from spilling over, from breaking you down entirely. And if he thought he could continue on as if the past two weeks hadnât happened, then he was going to learn just how wrong he was.
Nicolas cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. âHi, you twoâweâve got a lot to go over, and the timeline is tight. The engagement is in five days, and the wedding is scheduled for a week after that. So we need to finalize the details todayâfood, decorations, dresses, the guest listâŠâ
You couldnât focus. The words blurred together a dull hum in the background as you stared down at the table. Rafe said something, his voice casual, but you tuned it out. You didnât want to hear him.
Sabrina spoke next, her tone brighter, more enthusiastic. âThe audience is really enjoying you together, by the way. Ever since your date, and especially after the pictures from Kelceâs party where you two were cuddled up? People are in love with the idea of you and Rafe together. So, good job, guys.â
Your stomach churned at her words. Cuddled up. Like you were some happy couple.
âAnd tomorrow,â she continued. âYouâll need to make another public appearance together. Itâs a charity event for cancer awareness. A perfect opportunity for more good press. The public is expecting you two to show up as the perfect coupleâaffectionate, in love, all of that.â
In love.
You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. This was the part where you were supposed to smile and nod, agree to hold his hand and play the role of the devoted future fiancée. But all you felt was the tension building, the weight of the lie pressing down on you until it was suffocating.
Rafe shifted in his seat, and you could feel his eyes on you, but you still didnât look at him. Rafe felt an uneasy twist in his stomach. You looked⊠different. Disheveled, almost. Your sweater hung losely over your shoulders, practically swallowing your frame, and he could see dark shadows under your eyes that hadnât been there before. You seemed smaller somehow, your usual energy muted, replaced by something tense and fragile.
Rafeâs gaze dropped to your hands, noticing how your fingers fidgeted restlessly, twisting and tugging at your sleeves. Your leg was bouncing under the table, tapping out an anxious rhythm that only he seemed to notice. Every small movement, every nervous habitâyou looked like you were holding yourself back, like there was something simmering beneath the surface, ready to break free.
You still hadnât looked at him, hadnât given him a single glance, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Youâd been messaging him, and heâd been⊠well, avoiding it, convincing himself it was for the best. But seeing you now, seeing the wear and tear heâd left behind, he couldnât shake the guilt.
Rafeâs chest tightened. Heâd expected you to be angry, maybe annoyed. But this? You looked worn down, frayed at the edges, like you've been carrying a weight no one else could see.
You didnât remember most of the details they were talking about. Your mind drifted in and out of focus as they went on about the guest list, the food, the decorations. All you heard were wordsâdresses, flowers, venues. None of it felt real. It was as if you were watching someone elseâs life unfold in front of you, just sitting there, an outsider in your own story.
âThe wedding will be televised, of course,â Sabrina says, flipping through her notes, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of it all. âAnd with a full press presence. We want every detail to reflect both of your public personas. Elegant, grand, but also with an intimate, personal feelâsomething that tells a story about who you both are.â
Who we were. I almost laughed at the irony. I didn't even know who I was right now, much less who we were.
âWe were thinking of something grand but elegant. A modern luxury wedding. White roses, lots of gold accents. Maybe something at the estate in the Hamptons?â
You glanced at the board, at all the glossy, pristine images of weddings that could belong to anyone. None of them felt like you.
âDo you have any preferences?â Sabrina asked, smiling like this is the most exciting conversation in the world. âColors, themes, anything thatâs important to you?â
"Actually," you finally broke your silence, your voice coming out quietly, but the words landing heavily in the room. "Iâd like the ceremony to reflect... my background." You could feel Rafe's eyes on you again, but for once, you didnât care. This wasnât about him.
Sabrina blinked, taken aback, but she quickly nodded, jotting down notes as if she were open to whatever you had in mind. "Of course, that could be beautiful. Were you thinking about specific details?"
You hesitated for a moment, uncertain if theyâd take you seriously, but you pressed on. "Yes. The colors⊠the decorations. I want there to be vibrant colorsânot just whites and pastels, but deep greens, maroons, and gold. The way weâd have them back home. And for the flowers⊠jasmine and roses. Thatâs what we use for weddings where Iâm from. I want it to feel like... like part of my heritage."
Nicolas raised an eyebrow, as if he hadnât expected you to care about any of this. But he just nodded, his pen moving across his notepad. "We can definitely arrange that. A traditional, multicultural theme would add a unique touch to the event, I think. Itâll definitely resonate with the press and the viewers."
You didnât care if it resonated. It wasnât for themâit was for you, a sliver of authenticity in this whole farce.
Then Sabrinaâs voice broke into your thoughts. "And of course, the dress. Have you given any thought to what you want? Or would you like us to arrange for a stylist to go over options with you?"
Your heart twisted at the mention of the dress. The one thing youâd always imagined as a girlâthe dress youâd wear at your own wedding. Only, youâd never thought it would be for this.
"Iâd like to include some of my culture there too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... a fusion. Something elegant and modern but with hints of traditional South Asian bridal elements. Like embroidery or... beadwork. Maybe even henna if it wouldnât look out of place."
Sabrina seemed to light up at the idea. "That would be stunning. We can definitely work with that! I know several designers who specialize in fusing traditional and contemporary styles."
She was still talking, but the air around you felt thicker, as though the room was closing in. You could sense Rafeâs gaze without even looking at him, the weight of his silence pressing into you.
You zoned out again, your mind wandering back to the last wedding you attended. The colors, the music, the way the brideâs lehenga shimmered under the sun as she walked down the aisle. Youâd always thought your wedding would be like thatâfull of life and celebration, surrounded by people who loved you.
Instead, you were planning a wedding for the cameras, for people who didnât know you.
The sudden, sharp knock on the door cut through the stillness like a jolt of cold water. Your head shot up from the pillow, heart hammering in your chest. For a moment, the world felt like it was still. The quiet of your apartment, the thick fog still clouding your thoughts. You didnât want to get up. You didnât want to face the world outside of this bed, this cocoon of emptiness youâd wrapped yourself in for days.
Another knock, this one louder, more demanding.
âY/N!â Ninaâs voice came through the door, sharp and impatient. âYou better not still be in bed, because I swearââ
The door swung open before you could even make a sound, Nina storming in, wearing the same determined, unbothered expression she always had when she was on a mission. You tried to bury your face back into the pillow, but she wasnât having it. Her hand reached down, grabbing the covers and yanking them off with force. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, the warmth of the blankets yanked away along with any shred of comfort youâd been clinging to.
âGet up.â Nina wasnât asking. She was commanding. âYouâve got a charity event today, and Rafe is already at the venue. We donât have time for your pity party.â
You squinted at her, still half-wrapped in your sheets like a burrito, and mumbled from underneath the pillow, âCanât you just⊠I donât know⊠handle it for me? Go in my place. Youâd look great in a gown.â
She cocked an eyebrow. âOh, Iâd look amazing, but you and I both know I donât have that kind of charisma.â
âTrue,â you admitted, peeking out from under the pillow.Â
Nina raised her hands in mock surrender. âExactly. Now, up. Iâm not playing with you today.â
Before you could even protest, she yanked the covers off you with a dramatic flourish, leaving you to shiver in nothing but your oversized T-shirt. It was a miracle you didnât roll off the bed in the process.
âCome on, Y/N. Letâs go.â Nina didnât wait for you to even get a grip on reality before heading straight for your closet, rummaging through your clothes like she was on a mission. âYouâre going to look so good today that Rafe might just start thinking you actually like him.â
You shot her a glare that couldâve frozen water, but she just smirked, tossing a black dress onto the bed like she was some fashion fairy sent to save you from yourself.
âIâm not going,â you said flatly.
âOh, yes, you are.â Nina threw a matching pair of heels onto the bed with the same casual flick of the wrist she used to dismiss your protests. âBecause you will look stunning, and you will show up.â
You sat up slowly, rubbing your face. âWhat is it with you people? Why does everyone keep trying to drag me out of bed? Itâs like Iâm the worldâs most reluctant celebrity.â
âBecause you are.â Nina grinned, holding up your dress like she was presenting the Holy Grail. âBut, hey, guess what? Youâre really good at it. So stop sulking and get your glam on. Youâre the star of the show today.â
You let out a theatrical sigh. âOh, joy.â
Nina didnât even flinch. âIâm not asking for a performance. Just put on the damn dress and show up. You can pretend to be miserable, and Iâll pretend Iâm not a miracle worker for getting you out of here.â
You hesitated for just a moment, then dragged yourself out of bed with a grunt. âFine.â
âOh, by the way, Aishaâs going to be there. She practically begged me to make sure you show.â
Your eyes snapped open. Aisha Patel. Your best friend and, quite honestly, the only person in your life who could drag you out of bed with a single text. Sheâs been your best friend since youâd arrived in the States. Sheâd been away for five monthsâlonger than ever beforeâworking on some high-profile project in Switzerland. You hadnât seen her in ages.
âYouâre kidding,â you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. âAishaâs coming?â
Nina smiled smugly. âYep. Sheâs flown back for the event. Can you imagine the drama if you donât show up? Sheâll never let you live it down.â
You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips. âGod, I missed her.â
âMe too,â Nina said, her voice softening for just a second. âBut you still have to get up. Like now.â
You looked at the dress Nina had already picked out, a sleek white gown that somehow made you feel both glamorous and like you were about to attend a royal gala. âFine. Iâm up. Iâm dressed.â
Nina, who was already rummaging through your closet like a pro, grinned. âYou look absolutely beautiful, honey,â she noticed your weight loss but decided to not speak on it, in fear itâll make you relapse⊠if only she knew. âChiaraâs also going to be there...â
You froze, the mention of Chiara Romano sending a cold shiver down your spine. Youâd told Nina everything about the Chiara encounterâher subtle digs, the way she made you feel like you were just another passing phase in Rafeâs life. Sheâd made things uncomfortable enough at Kelceâs party, and now you had to face her again?
âWhat? Fucking why?â
âHer fatherâs the one running the whole damn event,â she explained. âIâm surprised you havenât heard of her or her family because theyâre pretty famous, especially in the entertainment and events world. So, get ready for a day full of small talk, fake smiles, and people who will pry into your private life.â
You sighed. âHow perfect is that?â
You stood in front of the mirror, trying to shake off the heavy weight of everything swirling in your head. You glanced at the clock. You were running out of time.
You reached for your hair tie, pulling it through your tangled locks. Your hair had grown longer than you remembered, and you decided to tie it up in a messy, yet elegant bunâone that would allow a few soft, curly strands to escape and frame your face. It was casual but chicâclassic you. You let a few strands fall loosely, giving the bun a less formal, more effortless vibe. After a moment of satisfaction, you moved on to the makeup.
A soft, dewy glow covered your skin, nothing too dramatic. You didnât want to feel caked in layers today, just enough to enhance your features. You applied a touch of blush to your cheeks, just a hint, to keep the look fresh. A thin line of mascara lengthened your lashes, and your signature lip combo was the finishing touch. Simple. Comfortable.
As you turned to check yourself one last time, you heard Nina's voice from the other room.
âY/N! We need to go now. Rafe's texting me and heâs getting antsy. Heâs apparently already at the event!â
You sighed, feeling the familiar rush of anxiety settle into your stomach. The mirror reflected a version of you that was ready for the world, but the world, especially tonight, wasnât ready for this version of you. But as the pressure of the event built up, you couldnât deny the uncertainty gnawing at you.
When you made your way into the living room, Nina was pacing, her phone glued to her ear. She shot you a quick, approving glance. âLooking good. Letâs go.â
As you grabbed your clutch, ready to face whatever tonight had in store, the doorbell rang. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it Aisha? Maybe sheâd arrived early, wanting to meet up before the event?
But when you opened the door, your breath caught.
Standing in the doorway wasnât Aisha.
It was Rafe.
He was in a suitâsharp, looking like he belonged in a magazine ad for high-end fashionâbut his eyes, dark and intense, held something more than just a desire to impress. He had the look of a man who knew he had messed up.
His words hit you before you could even process them. âYou look stunning. I wanted to make sure youâre okay... before all this.â The sincerity in his voice made your heart thump a little faster, and you hated yourself for it.
The words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you just stood there, blinking at him. You hadnât expected him to show upâespecially not with that kind of intensity in his eyes.
You exhaled slowly, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest, your posture defensive. The audacity of this guy.
âReally?â You scoffed, trying to mask the vulnerability creeping up your spine with sharp sarcasm. âNow you care?â
Rafe seemed to falter at that, but he quickly recovered, taking a small step closer, but not enough to make you feel cornered. âIâve always cared, Y/N. You know that.â His voice was quieter this time, and the sincerity in his eyes almost made your resolve crack.
âDo I?â you shot back, stepping out of the doorway and giving him a once-over, your gaze icy. âBecause you sure had a funny way of showing it.â
Rafe winced, a flash of guilt flickering in his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. âI messed up, okay? I shouldâve reached out. I didnât know what to say, but I shouldâve just... shown up.â
You rolled your eyes, the anger simmering beneath your skin rising again. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, not from the sight of him, but from the frustration that had been building over the past two weeks. âYou didnât know what to say? You think showing up fixes two weeks of silence? Just like that?â
He took a step forward, his face tightening, as though he was bracing himself for a confrontation. "I wasnât sure what to do," he said, his voice lowering. "I thought... maybe you needed space. I thought if I gave you time, it would be better." He ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his expression. âI was trying to do the right thing.â
You stared at him for a long moment, the audacity of his words settling like a lump in your throat. âSpace?â you asked, your voice low, incredulous. âYou thought ghosting me for two weeks would give me space?âÂ
Rafeâs face twisted in guilt, but it didnât matter. You werenât going to let him off the hook.
âDid you at least see my texts?â you demanded, anger rising in your throat.
"Y/N, youâre needed at the car right now!" Nina called, stopping Rafe in his tracks of answering. Before you could walk away, Rafe reached out, his hand closing around your wrist, pulling you back gently.
"Wait," he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin.
You stared up at Rafe, your breath caught in your throat, uncertainty swirling in your chest. The air between you two felt charged, a thousand unspoken questions hanging in the balance. Your pulse was racing, but before you could voice any of them, Nina practically shoved you both into the elevator. Her hand pressed the button for the ground floor as she threw your heels at you, the sharp click of the stilettos punctuating the tension.
You caught them on instinct. The elevator descended, and your mind was still spiraling, trying to piece together what the hell was happening. What the fuckâthis distance between you and Rafe?Â
But just as the elevator doors opened, the sound of a familiar car door slamming outside caught your attention. A quiet thud, followed by the sound of heels clicking against pavement. Your instincts were on alert, an uneasy feeling crawling under your skin.
And when you turned to look, you saw someone stepping out of the car.
Someone who shouldnât be here.
âI was wondering when weâd get the chance to catch up.â
chapter seven
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hi maeeee!! can i request a poly! marauders where maybe reader is fighting with only one them and the others are shocked when they find out and try their very best to fix it even though things are quite tense? thanks maeeeee ilyyyyđđđ
Thanks for your patience with this one angel! It's not as angsty as I planned when I started writing it, but I hope you enjoy it <3
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Itâs James who finds you this time. Youâre curled up in a corner of the couch, pretending to read whilst secretly feeling sorry for yourself. Your boyfriend sits next to you, touching your shoulder so that you turn to him for a kiss.Â
âStill upset?â he asks after a peck.Â
You ignore the complicated, knotty feeling that makes itself known in your chest. âNot at you.âÂ
âNo, I know.â James smiles a little, gifting you another kiss. âIâd be coming in here with my tail between my legs if you were. Iâd hate to be on the wrong side of either you or Remâs wrath.âÂ
You stay quiet. You wouldnât go so far as to call what youâre feeling wrathâthat seems a tad dramatic to describe the low flame of vexation youâve been burning for your tallest boyfriendâbut you donât feel like opening yourself up to the subject with James. Youâve already heard it from Sirius this morning.Â
âAngel.â James gives your shoulder a cajoling squeeze. âCome on, when are the two of you going to get past this? Itâs very awkward sleeping in the same bed with two people who are quarreling, you know.âÂ
âWe sleep exactly the same as every other night.âÂ
âThereâs underlying tension,â he counters lightly. You roll your eyes, and James laughs. âOi, donât get cross with me now, too. Iâm just telling you about my lived experience.â He leans his head on your shoulder, all sweetness and treachery. âYouâre really not gonna forgive him? You know heâs gonna stick you with Sirius in the divorce.âÂ
You huff a laugh. James grins up at you hopefully. You know thereâs some sense to what heâs saying; one of you has to be the bigger person eventually. It had started small, a stupid disagreement, but you and Remus are each stubborn and petty enough to not want to admit where you were wrong. Now youâre more angry with him for being angry with you than for anything else.Â
When you think of his coldness to youânever mind the fact that youâve been cold to him in turnâthat flame of vexation burns a little brighter.Â
âI donât know why youâre over here trying to convince me,â you tell James. âI wonât have any problem forgiving him if he actually apologizes.âÂ
James sighs. You look down at your book to avoid his disappointment.Â
âOkay, then. But he does feel really bad, so you know. Heâs in the bedroom with one of his headaches, and he asked if you were still upset with him.â You look up. James levels you with a weighted look. âCould probably really use a cuddle, if you two were on good terms.âÂ
James is at least only somewhat smug when you abandon your book to go to the bedroom. You pass Sirius in the hall, who gives you a smile and a firm peck on the lips, likely having just left Remus himself. You enter the bedroom expecting to see the curtains drawn, lights off, and your poorly boyfriend in bed, but instead Remus is standing, well lit by the daylight streaming in through the windows, book tented on the bed still made from this morning. He appears as though he was just on his way out.Â
âErm, hi,â he says, brows pulled together in the middle. He looks to be studying you. âAre you alright?âÂ
âFine,â you answer, bemused. âAreâŠare you?â
âYeah. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
The door clicks shut behind you. You startle at the sound, not having closed it yourself. Then, you watch as a resigned sort of irritation comes over Remusâ features at the same time as it settles into you.Â
âPricks.â He moves past you to the door, jiggling the handle. âIt only locks from the inside, you twats.âÂ
âLove you too,â comes Siriusâ voice. âYou can come out after you kiss and make up.âÂ
âAnd say youâre sorry!â adds James.Â
Remus scowls.Â
âOpen it,â you tell him.Â
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to do? One of them is holding it shut.âÂ
âLet me try.âÂ
âBe my guest.â Remus steps back, letting you have a go at the handle. By putting everything you have into it you manage to twist it, but you canât get it open even an inch.Â
âDonât hurt yourself, gorgeous.â Sirius sounds smug enough to make your face feel hot. âJames is holding it on the other side here, a few more minutes and youâll make him break a sweat.âÂ
You let go of the handle with a huff, turning and stalking towards the bedroom window. You start moving the desk out of your way.Â
âWould you really rather climb out the window than be in a room with me?â asks Remus. You look over your shoulder, and heâs sitting on the bed, side-eyeing you with his back propped against the pillows.Â
âItâs not about you.â You shove your hip into the desk, budging it enough for you to get at the window latch. âThey lied and made me feel all guilty just so they could lock us in here.âÂ
âWhatâd they tell you?â
You try to get your fingernail behind the latch. âIt doesnât matter.âÂ
âSirius had me thinking you were quite upset.âÂ
âYeah, and probably that I was asking after you, right? James told me you had a bad headache.âÂ
A chuckle. âThat was enough to make you come in here looking so flustered?âÂ
âMy mistake,â you huff, but it turns to a short whimper when your nail breaks. âChrist, youâd think theyâd make these easier to open. What if there was a fire?âÂ
âDonât go out the window,â Remus says calmly. âYouâll ruin your tights.âÂ
You work another nail behind the latch. âI canât just let them win.âÂ
âMm. Thatâs a bit of a problem for you, is it?âÂ
A bitter coolness settles over you. You turn, crossing your arms. âSomething to say?âÂ
Remus picks up his book, cornering a page. âJust making an observation, is all.âÂ
âRemus,â you say sternly. âDonât act like youâre any better. You couldâve apologized at any time.âÂ
Your boyfriend levels you with a look. âWould that really have made a difference?â
âYes!âÂ
âHonestly?â He looks like he doesnât believe you. âAll I have to do is say Iâm sorry, and youâll forget about all of this and be completely happy with me?âÂ
You shake your head, bewildered. ââŠYeah. I mean, I would want to know that you understood how you hurt my feelings, but yeah. Really, itâs not that complicated.âÂ
Remusâ expression softens. âI do understand that, dove. Do you understand how you hurt mine?âÂ
âIâŠâ You find you canât quite look at him. âI imagine itâs sort of similar. Because Iâve been cold to you.âÂ
âAnd because you wouldnât hear me out,â he says. It doesnât sound like I told you so, not smug so much as gentle. âBut it was a small thing to begin with, wasnât it? Iâm ready to be past it.âÂ
You frown at him. âItâs not about the argument for me. Iâm already past that, itâs just everything else.âÂ
Remus considers you. âWould you come here, please?âÂ
You swear you wouldnât go if he didnât sound so kind. But you find yourself with your legs curled underneath you on the bed in front of him, Remus coaxing your hands into his.Â
âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings,â he says sincerely, looking you in the eyes. âIt was a silly argument, and I shouldnât have been so stubborn.âÂ
You chew the inside of your cheek, sizing up whether he means it. âIâŠalso could have been less stubborn,â you admit begrudgingly. Your tone softens. âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings, too. I didnât mean to.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart.â Remusâ touch coasts from your hands up your arms as he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. âAre we okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, mollified.Â
He smiles at you. âHear that?â he says towards the door. âYou can let us out now.âÂ
Thereâs no response.Â
Remus frowns as you get out of bed, going to try the handle. The door comes open, revealing and empty hallway.Â
âPricks,â Remus mutters.Â
You find your boyfriends in the living room, James flicking through channels on the telly while Sirius reads the back cover of your book. James notices you first.Â
âOh, hello.â He grins at you as Sirius looks over. âAll sorted, then?âÂ
Youâre half tempted to pretend you didnât make up just to spite them. When you look over at Remus, you suspect heâs thinking the same thing.Â
âThat was sort of mean, lying to me like that,â you say to James instead.Â
He looks a bit contrite, but Sirius says insouciantly, âYou were never gonna do it by yourselves, babe. We werenât ready to start divvying up the furniture because you wanted to have a row.âÂ
You kiss your teeth. âI think I might be having a row with you now.âÂ
âWhat, us?â Jamesâ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. âWhat for?âÂ
âYou lied to us both to make us feel bad,â Remus reminds him, âand then locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius isnât impressed. âWell, it wasnât really locked, was it. If youâd gotten desperate, you couldâve taken it off the hinges. Or just checked again after a couple minutes.âÂ
âShe broke her nail trying to get the window open.âÂ
You hold up your torn fingernail as proof. Sirius coos, reaching for your finger and bringing it to his lips while you scowl at him.Â
âSorry, lovie. We had a plan to bring you food in a couple hours,â says James. âWe were even going to let you out for bathroom breaks if you needed to go.âÂ
âReally, you wrapped it up much quicker than we were expecting,â Sirius praises. Heâs still holding your finger, drawing his thumb up and down the side in easy, consoling strokes. âWe thought youâd ice each other out until supper at least. Iâm quite proud of you.âÂ
Remus scoffs.Â
âOh, come now.â Sirius grins. âGive us a kiss.âÂ
You roll your eyes but turn to Remus, extricating your finger from Siriusâ grasp to meet him in a chaste kiss.Â
The other boys cheer. âThere we are!â James tilts his face up expectantly. âNow one for me.âÂ
You and Remus exchange a look.Â
âNo,â you say coolly, âI donât think so.â The two of you go to sit on the far side of the couch, away from both Sirius and James with you curled against Remusâ side. He looks a tad smug as he puts his arm around you.Â
âOi!â says Sirius. âLook what youâve done, youâve made James pull his sad puppy face. What do you have to say for yourselves?âÂ
âYou lied to us,â you say again, slowly, with emphasis, âand locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âSo dramatic.âÂ
âOh, thatâs rich.âÂ
âWill it help if we say sorry?â James asks meekly.Â
Remus looks at you. You shrug.Â
âMaybe,â he says. âYouâre more than welcome to try and find out.â
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More Munson Than Expected - Eddie Munson x Reader
An As You Wish story
Written with my beloved @munson-blurbs đ
Summary: The ultrasound for your second pregnancy brings a new wave of excitement to the Munson household.
Note: The excitement I have to let this secret out of the bag after cooking it up for over a year is real. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: pregnant!reader
Words: 4.1k
[As You Wish masterlist]
âEddie, you didnât have to come with me,â you remind him again as he pulls up a chair next to the examination table he just helped you get situated on.
Your husband gives you a disapproving look as he makes himself comfortable in the seat. He shakes his head as he reaches out and takes one of your hands in his.
âDid you really think I was going to miss this?â he asks. âNo way. I was there for Elizaâs first ultrasound, Iâm going to be there for this oneâs too.â
âWhat about the boys?â
Eddie sighs. âI was there for Ryanâs. But I wasnât aware of when Lukeâs was, so I missed it. Donât tell him.â
âI wonât,â you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. âHe would know it wasnât your fault, though.â
âYou keep your mouth shut too, hmm?â Eddie leans over and presses a kiss to your emerging bump.Â
âI donât know if he or she developed a mouth yet,â you say, the sanitary paper crinkling beneath you as you try to get comfortable.Â
âNot gonna find out if youâre a he or she,â Eddie continues talking to his developing child. He reaches out and rubs a hand over your stomach. âWanna see you, though. And make sure youâre healthy.â
The door to the examination room swings open, bringing with it the distinct smell of antiseptic. The ultrasound technician walks in and closes the door behind her.
âHello, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,â she greets with a smile. âMy name is Tara and Iâll be doing your ultrasound today. The doctor tells me that you donât want to know the sex. Is that correct?â
âYes,â you respond with a nod. âWe want this one to be a surprise.â
âThat is no problem. Let me just set up here and weâll get started.â
While she gets to work, Eddie helps you as you attempt to tug your shirt up enough to avoid the cold and sticky goo that will inevitably be squirted on your stomach for the ultrasound. Youâre able to tuck it into the underwire of your bra just to be sure that it wonât slide back down and get all messy.Â
One of the sleeves of Eddieâs jumpsuit falls down and he shoves it back up past his elbow. You take in the navy material, your eye tracing over his name sewn on in red thread over his heart.Â
âWhat time are they expecting you back at work?â you ask him.
He shrugs. âThey know where Iâm at. They know it might be a little while.âÂ
âAlright, are we ready?â Tara asks.
âYep.â You offer your hand to Eddie again and he laces his ringed fingers with yours.Â
Tara picks up the bottle of the dreaded goo and squirts a healthy amount on your abdomen. The chill against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body. At least the wand should warm it up as the tech spreads the substance around to get the best view of the baby.Â
To you and your husband it feels like youâre just looking at a black screen with wavy white lines on it. Somehow, everything seems to make sense to Tara as she positions the wand on different parts of your stomach.Â
âOh,â she says at one point, stilling the instrument against your skin. âHere we go.â
A soft but steady thump thump thump fills the air of examination room 5. Tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look at Eddie to see him grinning from ear to ear.Â
With the slightest movement of the wand sliding against the goo, you hear thump thump thump thump thump thump.
âOh wow,â you say through a sniffle. âYou can hear it even better now.â
âSounds strong,â Eddie adds.Â
âActuallyâŠâ Tara trails off.
âWhat?â Eddie asks. You feel his hand tighten in your grip. âItâsâŠnot strong?â
âOh, no, no, itâs very strong. It sounds perfect to me. But I want you to listen.â There are a few moments of silence as the three of you listen to the heartbeat.Â
âIt sounds fast,â you say.
âIt does,â Tara agrees. âBut if you listen, you can hear some of the beats overlapping one another.â
She leans in towards the screen and moves the wand again, just slightly. A smile grows on her face as she spots something in the mess of gray shapes on the machine. âHear it?â she asks.
âYeah, kind of,â Eddie says. âWhat does that mean?â
âWell, if you look here,â she replies, pointing towards what looks like a small blob, âthatâs your baby.â
Pure glee radiates throughout your entire being. Itâs your first glimpse at your and Eddieâs new baby. Another life that the two of you created together. You share a quick loving look with your husband before you both become engrossed in the image on the screen again.
âAnd hereâŠâ Tara says, sliding her finger slightly to the right, âis your other baby.â
The room goes silent save for the sound of the heartbeat. Or rather, heartbeats. Though your ears heard the words, your brain is still processing what they mean. Itâs clearly the same with Eddie, as he stares at Tara just like you are.
âIâm sorry,â Eddie finally says. He chuckles and licks over his lips. âDid you say, âother babyâ?â
âI did, indeed.â Tara taps a few keys on the machine, and it looks like it takes a screenshot. âThere are two babies here. Two distinct heartbeats and two little nuggets showing off to the camera.â
âTwins.â The word comes out of you as a whispered breath. âWeâre having twins.â
âNot just Baby Munson #4,â Eddie adds in a voice as awed as yours. âBaby Munson #5, too.â
âAnd they both appear to be developing well,â Tara says.Â
Eddie laughs. âNo. No, we, uh, weâre not having twins.â He looks down at you, then back at Tara. âWe decided weâre just having one more. Iâm already forty-one, so just the one newborn is already pushing it.â
Tara grins, clearly used to this kind of reaction. âWell, youâd better rest up. Because youâll be a father to two new little ones in a few months.â
Eddie grabs your hand, still stunned by the news. You canât say youâre faring much better, although it does explain why this pregnancy has been so much more intense than when you were expecting Eliza. Part of you feels relieved that it wasnât all in your head. But another partâŠ
âTwins.â The word leaves your lips in an exhale. âWeâreâŠbabe, weâre gonna have five kids. Weâre gonna be a family of seven.â
A clammy hand squeezes yours, and you glance up to see Eddie visibly trembling. âHow am I gonna raise five kids?â He murmurs. âThatâs one more than Harrington, and that dude was pretty much born to be a dad.â
Taraâs brows furrow as she cleans off your belly. âIâll, um, leave you two to discuss.â She starts for the door, then turns around. âTake all the time you need.â
As soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie starts pacing around the tiny exam room. âOkay, okay. Weâre having two babies. At the same time.â
âYes, thatâs generally what happens with twins.â
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. âI could do without your sarcasm right now, Sweetheart. I just found out that Iâm about to out-kid Steve Harrington.â
âOut-kid?â You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh.Â
Eddie doesnât pick up on your joking tone. âYes! He has four, and Iâll have five. Five!â He rakes a hand through his hair. âI was barely keeping two alive before you came along, and now Iâm gonna be responsible for five?!â
âFirst of all,â you say, pushing yourself up, âyou were an amazing dad before we got together. Even before I started watching the boys, when you were basically doing it on your own. Give yourself some credit. Second, Ryan will be going to college soon enough, so weâll only have four kids in the house.â
Your attempt at consoling your husband falls flat. âOh my god, Iâm gonna have infants while my oldest is gonna be in college! Iâm supposed to be slowing down, not re-babyproofing the house!â He buries his head in his hands. âWhat were we thinking? And why do you always have to look so hot? I wouldnât be tempted to jump your bones all the time if you werenât so goddamn sexy.â
You sigh. âI mean, youâre the one whoâs always telling me you want to âpump me full of your babies.â Guess now you really did it.â
âHoly shit.â Eddie runs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. He stands in the same spot, staring at you for a few silent moments before a smile begins to crack through his fog. âHoly shit.â
âCalming down now?â you ask, raising an eyebrow. âOr realizing Iâm the one who has to push two of them out of my body?â
Eddie ambles over to you on the examining table and rests his forehead against yours. His shoulders have gone down to their usual height again, no longer bunched up around his ears with tension.Â
âOkay, I had my mini freak out,â he says softly, reaching up to tug the hem of your shirt down back over your bump. âYou may have yours.â
With a low chuckle, you reach up and cup your husbandâs face in your hands.Â
âI still donât think itâs hit me yet,â you admit. âOr maybe trying to logic-out your fear helped me with my own, too. I mean, you said something about being too old to re-babyproof the house? Sweetheart, we would have had to do that with one baby anyway.â
âCommon sense left me there for a little bit, Iâll admit.â
âAnd Iâve got one more bone to pick with you,â you say, leaving one hand on his face and using the other to poke him in the chest.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou said Steve was pretty much born to be a dad. Eddie, out of all the people Iâve ever met in my life, you are definitely the one who was always meant to be a dad.â You lower your hand to your bump. âBecause it doesnât matter if there were one, two, three, or even eight babies in here. Youâd still love them all unconditionally and try your hardest to give the world to them.â
âI love our babies,â Eddie replies softly. His hand moves to rest on top of yours on your bump. âI love our twins.â
âHey, weâve got some extra resources this time around, too,â you point out. âRyan drives now. We can recruit him for diaper or formula runs. And he can take Luke and Eliza places if weâre not able to. Luke is old enough now not to be intimidated by being around newborns. Heâll definitely be more hands-on than he was with Eliza. And speaking of the little firecrackerâŠwe already know sheâs going to be like a mother hen to them. See? Recruiting the kids to help with the kids. And that doesnât even mention Wayne and all of our friends. At least ninety percent of them owe us from watching their kids at one point or another.âÂ
âMy wife is so smart,â Eddie praises with a small smile.Â
âShe is,â you reply coyly. âDo you think you could help me off this table, though? Makes sense why itâs been harder for me to get up from things latelyâtwo against one here.â
Eddie gently takes your arms and leads you to a comfortable seated position before helping you hop down from the high table.Â
The two of you walk hand-in-hand out of the doctorâs office and across the parking lot to your car. The sun seems warmer and brighter than when you went in. Thereâs not a cloud in the skyâwere there any before? Birds call to one another from the trees that encircle the medical plaza, and their tune brings a smile to your face. Everything seems so light and airy around you that it almost makes you feel like youâre dissociating. But thereâs Eddieâs hand in yours. The sneakers you wear knock against the concrete with every step, reverberating the vibration up your legs. Youâre very much here in this moment. The magic in the air comes from knowing the amount of love you carried for the bundle of joy in your belly has just doubled. The thought of kissing two little button noses goodnight every day instead of one has you giddy.Â
âBaby,â you say as Eddie opens the passenger car door for you. âWeâre gonna have double the cuddles.â
âDouble the drooly kisses.â The smile on your husbandâs face tells you that heâs excited about the prospect. âDouble new baby smell.â
You secure your seatbelt and rest both of your hands on your belly as Eddie walks around the car and slides into the driverâs seat.Â
âDouble the love we give and receive,â you muse softly, looking down at your protruding bump. âI wonder if Iâll get double the pain meds when Iâm in labor.â
Eddie laughs as he pulls the car out of the parking space.Â
âTime will tell,â he says. âAre you hungry, princess?â
âYeah. I mean, makes sense, since Iâm eating for three,â you reply. âBut donât you have to get back to work?â
âThere is no way Iâll be able to focus on anything,â Eddie says with a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. âIâm taking the rest of the day.â
âOkay. Do you want to get lunch atâoh boy.â
Eddieâs eyes glance over at you before looking back on the road.
âWhat?â he asks. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not wrong,â you say. âJustâŠI-I donât know how weâll keep this from the kids. We didnât think weâd have anything to report to them other than the baby being healthy since weâre not finding out the sex. But thereâs absolutely no way I wonât slip up and say âbabiesâ or âthemâ or something that will give it away. Iâd rather they hear the news from us directly than catching us in a slip.â
Eddie nods in agreement. âHow do you think we should tell them?â
âUmmâŠâ You purse your lips as you start to ponder different scenarios. Both you and Eddie think in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.
âOh, Iâve got an ideaâŠâ
Eliza is thrilled to have both of her parents picking her up from school. The way she goes on and on about an arts and crafts project they did in class today reminds you of when you were just the babysitter and picked Ryan and Luke up from school. Luke always had something interesting to babble on aboutâmuch to your amusement.Â
Your second oldest is already at home when you walk in the front door holding Elizaâs hand and Eddie trails in behind with a few bags from the store. Usually, Ryan drives both himself and Luke home from school every day, but now Ryan takes SAT Prep classes once a week after school, forcing Luke to take the bus home. Which youâd think was one of the trials of Hercules with how often Luke shares his disdain for the form of transportation.Â
âWhatcha got, Pops?â Luke asks from the couch. His hand is buried in a bag of white cheddar popcorn and an episode of Supernatural is on the television.Â
âYouâll see,â Eddie tells him, taking the bags straight to your room. Best to keep them out of the way of the two nosiest Munson children. Although, you wonder to yourself if that will change with the new additions.Â
Eliza spies the snack her brother has and quickly sheds her Little Mermaid backpack and pink Mary Jane shoes to climb up on the couch next to him. She sticks an arm in the popcorn bag and brings out as big a handful as her little fist would allow her.Â
âThereâs food in the bags,â Eliza says to Luke through the kernels stuffing her cheeks.
âHuh?â Luke clearly doesnât speak four-year-old-with-a-full-mouth.
âThe bags Daddy has,â Eliza says once sheâs swallowed. She wipes her white cheddar covered fingertips on her white tights. âThereâs food in them. I smelled it in the car.âÂ
âGood job, Watson,â he tells her.
âUh, who?â Eliza gives her older brother a look that clearly relays she thinks heâs crazy. It doesnât stop her from taking another handful of popcorn, though.Â
âWatson. Sherlock Holmesâ assistant. Theyâre detectives, Lize.â
âOh,â is all she says before shoving more popcorn into her mouth.Â
You putter around, cleaning up the kitchen and tidying the living room to keep yourself from spilling the beans too early. Itâs important to wait until Ryan gets home later. You just know time is going to crawl by at a snailâs pace for the next hour and a half.
When your oldest son finally arrives home, you usher everyone around the kitchen table for a family meeting.Â
âAm I in trouble?â Luke huffs. âBecause if I am, Iâd like to plead not guilty.â
Eddie raises his brows. âNot sure why youâd be in trouble, but Iâm sure weâll find out.â He clears his throat, placing a loving hand on your bump. âNo, this family meeting is to tell you guys some exciting news we got at the ultrasound today.â
He reaches over and plucks a grease-soaked Burger King bag from the counter. âRy, you get the first clue.â
Ryan practically tears open the bag, the hungry teenager ready to devour the Double Whopper without even unwrapping it.Â
âIs the baby a hamburger?â Ryan asks mid-bite. He pulls out the fries you got along with it. âOr is it small? Is the clue âsmall fry?ââ
You shake your head. âNope. Nice try, though.âÂ
Lukeâs clue is next, though heâs too busy trying to get his brother to share his food to really pay attention. When Ryan finally relents and tosses a fry his way, Luke looks down at the Gameboy game box in front of him.Â
âA Looney Tunes double pack?â He wrinkles his nose. âAre you naming the baby Tweety Bird?â
Eliza sticks out her little tongue in disgust. âThatâs a horrible name for a baby!â
âMaybe it looks like Elmer Fudd, like Eliza did when she was born,â Ryan chimes in, licking ketchup off of his thumb.Â
âWho?â Your daughter glances between the boys, unaware of the joke being made at her expense.
Luke doesnât hesitate to fill her in. âThe weird guy who hunts Bugs Bunny. The one who always goes, âooh, I hate that wabbit!ââ
Eliza shoots him a glare thatâs equal parts adorable and terrifying. Luckily, sheâs easily distracted by her clue.Â
âFor Eliza,â you say as you tug the crinkling Target bag off of the biggest hint of all. Eddie already made sure to open the box and cut any wires attached so your daughter can get right at the twin Baby Alive dolls.Â
The four-year-old gasps. âBabies!â She holds her arms out as you deliver the box to her.
Little fingers grab onto the first doll, and she gently places it on the table in front to her before removing the second doll. The rest of the family watches in amusement as Eliza covers the baby on the table with a blanket, and cradles the other one in her arms, holding its bottle to its mouth.Â
âSo,â Eddie asks, rubbing his hands together, âwhat do these gifts have in common?â
The three of them begin to think. At least, youâre pretty sure Eliza is thinking about it. Sheâs gazing down at the doll in her arms with the most heartwarming compassion.Â
âThereâs two burger patties, two games, two dollsâŠâ Luke muses.
âWait,â Ryan says, his head perking up as an idea occurs to him. âIs it a girl? Like, two X chromosomes?â
Your husband simply stares at your oldest son for a moment before responding.
âIn what world would I be smart enough to come up with that?â he asks.Â
Luke nods his head in your direction. âMa is, though. But I think itâs a boy because thereâs two of us boys already.â
âThen the hint would have to do with three, genius,â Ryan scoffs.Â
The younger brother contorts his face and mocks his brotherâs words in a high-pitched voice.
âMaybe Mama has two babies in her belly.â Your daughterâs words are spoken with the most casual tone, the majority of her attention on the plastic doll sheâs gently rocking to sleep in her arms.Â
The boys both laugh, Ryan rolling his eyes at what he considers a silly idea from a little girl. The Munson brothers turn to you and Eddie, expecting you to be joining in on the laughter, but all they find are your excited and hopeful faces. The chuckles trail off as the boys pause and consider what those faces mean.Â
âWait, you donât meanâŠâ Ryan starts.
âOh my GOD!â Luke shouts, banging his hands down on the table in front of him. It rattles the doll Eliza isnât holding, and she gives her big brother a glare over the disturbance.Â
âNo way!â Ryan stands up, excitement nearly paralyzing him. He doesnât know what to do except smile as he holds his arms out in front of him awkwardly. âItâs reallyâŠtwins?!â
âItâs twins!â you confirm. You make an attempt to stand as well, but the two babies inside of you are keeping your center of gravity low enough to make you give up.Â
âTwo babies!â Luke hoots. âThis is insane!â
Eddie chuckles, his heart at once light as air and completely full at seeing the excitement of his boys.Â
âDo you have a picture?â Luke asks.
âThe sonogram,â Ryan adds.
âYeah! Can we see it? Let us see the picture!â
âDo you even know what youâll be looking at?â Ryan asks as he sits back down next to his brother.
Luke shrugs. âTheyâll show us.â
âOkay, okay, here it is,â you say, handing over the image thatâs been sitting in your back pocket. âThat little spot right there is one baby, and that one right there is the other baby.â
Their stunned faces make you giggle softly as you lean back.Â
âOh my God,â Ryan says. âI canât believe itâs twins.â
âHoly shâcrap, weâre going to have two new siblings.â
âWeâre going to need a bigger house,â Ryan says, looking around the room everyone is seated in.
âWow, thereâs going to be a lot of people living here,â Luke says. âDad, were you going for twins?â
âThatâs not how it works, doofus,â Ryan says as Eddie shakes his head in amusement.Â
Luke scoffs. âExplain it to me then, Mr. SAT.â
Eliza heaves a deep sigh for someone with such a tiny body and small lungs. She sets the baby doll in her arms down on the table next to its sleeping sibling.Â
âYouâre so loud!â she complains.Â
âLize, itâs twin babies!â Luke tells her, gently shaking her frame back and forth.Â
âI know, I know, you keep saying it over and over!â
âArenât you excited?â Ryan asks her.Â
Your daughter shrugs her shoulders once before picking her doll back up and cradling it in the crook of her arm.
âSure.âÂ
Both boys look to you and Eddie at her lackluster reaction. You give a gentle shake of your head.
âDonât worry,â you tell them. âItâll click at some point.âÂ
âOh, what a day,â you sigh as you slip under the blankets to lay down next to your husband. Eddie lifts his arm, and you immediately cuddle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Your bump nudges his side, and you rub one hand over the soft material of your worn t-shirt. âMakes sense why my bump is more pronounced earlier than it was with Eliza.â
Eddie wraps one arm around your shoulders and brings the other one down to place his hand on top of your own.Â
âCan't believe there are four of us in this bed,â he says with a light chuckle.
âDaddyyyyy! Mamaaaaaa!â
A four-year-old with wild curls runs into your room and leaps onto the bed, landing at your and Eddieâs feet.
âMake that five of us,â Eddie says.Â
âYouâre supposed to be asleep, Little Miss,â you tell Eliza.
She pushes herself onto her hands and knees in her purple piggy pajamas and quickly crawls up the infinitesimal space between you and her father.Â
âCareful, careful,â Eddie cautions the closer she gets to your belly.
Eliza halts her ascent and leans back on her heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are as wild as her bedhead is.
âIâm gonna be a big sister to two babies?!âÂ
Across the hall, a chuckle reverberates in Ryanâs chest as he turns to lay on his side in bed.
âThere it is.â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#older!eddie#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fan fic#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#dad!eddie#eddie munson imagine#AYW#AYWS
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This reminds me of one of my favorite passages in the Lord of the Rings book. I'm not sure it's specifically what PJ meant to adapt in that (also beautiful) movie scene, but my mind always connected it. I'll put it below the cut.
Hope is so crucial, not just the emotion but the mental act. The will to imagine things could still be better, and to reach out for it. I think I need a few days at least before I can try for it in reality, but it did me good to be reminded about it. As Gandalf says, despair is only for those who know the end beyond all doubt, and I'm nowhere near smart enough for that.
From The Lord of the Rings:
There they sat and made such a meal as they could. Keeping back the precious lembas for the evil days ahead, they ate the half of what remained in Samâs bag of Faramirâs provision: some dried fruit, and a small slip of cured meat; and they sipped some water. They had drunk again from the pools in the valley, but they were very thirsty again. There was a bitter tang in the air of Mordor that dried the mouth. When Sam thought of water even his hopeful spirit quailed. Beyond the Morgai there was the dreadful plain of Gorgoroth to cross. âNow you go to sleep first, Mr. Frodo,â he said. âItâs getting dark again. I reckon this day is nearly over.â Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken. Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodoâs hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell. Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding-place and looked out. The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot. Far above the Ephel DĂșath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his masters, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodoâs side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep.
#tolkien#lord of the rings#us politics#endurance beyond hope?#or at least endurance questing for hope
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Thinkinâ bout me || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
gif by @chenslucy
Summary: inspired by the lyrics of âthinkinâ bout meâ Morgan Wallen đ€đ€
Warnings: slight angst ig
Word count: 1,964
A/n: I rlly wanna do one with a Zach Bryan song but the ideas arenât coming to me đ
MASTERLIST
divider by @h-aewo
Don't know where you at, don't know where you've been. Don't know nothin' 'bout that boy you're into.
It had been two months since youâd left, pulling yourself out of Rafeâs orbit so completely that heâd almost started to believe youâd vanished for good. Then tonight, here you were, mingling at the yacht party like nothing had happened.
Only now, an unfamiliar blonde had his arm wrapped casually around your waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your hip as you leaned in close to hear him over the music, a bright, carefree smile lighting up your face. Rafeâs stomach twisted at the sight.
He couldnât hear what you were saying, but he could see the way you laughed at something the guy said, your head tipping back as if his words were the funniest thing youâd heard all night. The version of you he saw now felt almost foreign to himâlike heâd been replaced by someone who wasnât weighed down by your shared past.
Maybe you really were happier, but seeing you with someone else so soon cut deeper than heâd anticipated. It was the smile that got to him the mostâthe one he remembered as hisânow aimed at someone else.
Don't feel bad for you, but I feel bad for him. And all the hell you gon' be puttin' him through. Probably tell him we're a burnt out flame. Probably tell him that I ain't been on your mind. How I ain't nothin' but a long gone thing. You can cuss my name, but baby, don't you lie
The unfamiliar blonde looked wildly out of place in the gleaming luxury of the yacht party, as though heâd just wandered into the wrong scene altogether. He had a wholesome air about him that felt like it belonged more to a Kildare bonfire than this slick, exclusive gathering. Rafeâs jaw clenched as he watched the guy, wondering what you could possibly see in someone so blatantly average.
âWho are you staring at?â Topperâs voice broke into his thoughts, a teasing chuckle in his tone as he followed Rafeâs gaze. He spotted you almost immediately, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. âOh. She looks goodââ
âShut the fuck up, man. Donât wanna hear it,â Rafe muttered, not breaking his stare. He didnât need anyone telling him how good you looked; he already knew. Topper just threw his hands up, backing off with a smirk. Before Topper could throw in another comment, you shifted, turning around just enough to spot him.
Rafeâs lips curled into a smirk, catching the way you froze for a split second and in that instant, he saw the flicker of nerves in your expression. Rafeâs lips curled into a smirk, watching the way you subtly fidgeted under his stare. He could practically see the wheels turning in your mind as you quickly turned back to the guy beside you.
The blonde followed your gaze, catching sight of Rafe and Topper watching. His expression tightened just slightly, his eyes darting back to Rafe every few seconds, clearly trying to size him up. Rafeâs smirk widened; he knew exactly what was going through the guyâs mind. You were probably telling him some watered-down version of what you and Rafe had beenâa burnt-out flame, a chapter youâd left behind.
Maybe you were painting Rafe as the villain, the one youâd gotten over, glossing over the parts that didnât fit. Even cussing him out just to make it seem like youâd moved on. But he saw right through it. He knew the kind of hell youâd probably put this guy through, the stories youâd tell him, the ways youâd pretend youâd forgotten.
Heâd been in your life long enough to know you, and he couldnât help but feel sorry for this poor bastard. He didnât feel bad for youânot anymore. But for the guy who thought heâd won you over? Rafe almost pitied him. He had no idea the hell youâd eventually put him through, just like youâd put Rafe through.
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me? When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Rafeâs eyes lingered on you, the smirk slipping into something colder as he watched you lean closer to the blonde, your laughter ringing out over the music. But he saw right through it. He knew you well enough to pick up on the tiny tellsâthe way you glanced over your shoulder just slightly, probably checking if he was still watching.
You were putting on a show, and he knew it. He could almost picture it: you, lifting a drink to your lips, tasting the same burn of bourbon he used to pour you, and wondering if it would ever hit the same. Or maybe it was later, on some midnight drive as the blonde took you back home, the car turning down familiar roads but never quite the right ones. He could almost feel that ache settling in you when his road, the one leading up to Tannyhill, passed by without a pause.
You might be so close, just one turn away, and yet still missing that feeling of belonging youâd only ever felt pulling into his place, the street youâd once called home. He could feel Topper glancing his way, but he didnât care, didnât let up. He wanted to make sure you knew he was still there, that he was watching you, and that no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât just erase him. Not from those old habits, not from those half-forgotten memories that clung to you like shadows.
And even as you turned back to the blonde, pretending you didnât care, he could tell. Somewhere, deep down, he knew youâd feel that same hollow acheâthe same one he was feeling right nowâwhenever you tasted what he was drinking or found yourself driving down a street that just didnât feel the same.
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see. Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine. Just like you know it's supposed to be
Every time you closed your eyes, he wondered if it was his face you still saw, if memories of him filled those moments you tried to shut out. He imagined you lying awake, maybe with that blonde by your side, but when you let your guard down, it wasnât him youâd see. It was Rafe, pulling up to your place, the sound of his truck rumbling in the driveway as he walked up to your door, familiar and steady as if heâd never left.
He could picture it so clearlyâhis truck parked outside, headlights washing over your front porch, the way heâd make himself at home in your space without a second thought. Rafe knew you could pretend all you wanted, but when you closed your eyes, heâd be there, waiting in those memories you could never quite shake. And somewhere, deep down, he knew youâd feel that pang of regret every time you wished that truck in your drive was his.
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head? Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
He couldnât help but wonder if, in those quiet hours of the night, when you were lying beside him, it was his name that slipped into your mind uninvited. When you were up in that guyâs bed, was it him who filled your thoughts insteadâif the memory of his hands, his voice, his presence stayed just beneath the surface, making it impossible to forget. He wanted to know if heâd left a mark, lingering even now, pushing you to the edge of madness as you tried to convince yourself youâd moved on.
Rafe moved in quietly, blending into the crowd, making his way closer as he watched the blonde step away, leaving you alone for the first time all night. He didnât hesitate, just closed the distance, eyes fixed on you with that knowing look youâd tried to ignore. Reaching for a glass, he pretended to pour himself a drink, but his attention was fully on you, his voice low and taunting.
âTell me, baby,â he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, âare you thinkinâ âbout me?â The words hung in the air between you, his gaze steady, daring you to look away. He didnât need to say anything else. The challenge was in his eyes, his tone, the slight smirk playing at his lips as he watched your reaction. He knew he was under your skin, that no matter how hard you tried, memories of him had a way of creeping back. And now, standing close enough to feel the tension humming between you, he was waiting, pushing just enough to make you wonder if heâd ever really left your thoughts.
You swallowed, eyes narrowing as you tried to brush off the effect he still had on you. But the heat of his presence was unmistakable, almost magnetic, pulling you into that familiar territory youâd been trying so hard to avoid. His eyes searched yours, unreadable, but you caught the flicker of something darker beneath the surfaceâa mixture of anger, curiosity, maybe even the smallest hint of longing.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you replied, keeping your voice steady, forcing a smile that you hoped would mask the way your pulse quickened. But Rafeâs smirk only grew, as if he could see right through your act. He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed against your ear, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. âSure, keep tellinâ yourself that.â He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in as he stared at you side profile before chuckling to himself.
âBut we both know whoâs really on your mind tonight.â You felt a shiver roll down your spine, his proximity making it impossible to ignore the pull between you, the way his presence filled every corner of your mind despite the months apart. He lingered there, eyes never leaving yours, daring you to deny it, to keep pretending he was just a part of your past.
âYou look good,â he added, voice soft, with just the slightest edge. âBut maybe thatâs âcause I remember how you used to look at me.â The words hit harder than youâd like, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that left no room for anything else. You wanted to come up with something quick, something sharp to throw back at him. But for a second, you just stood there, caught in the moment, feeling the weight of every memory between youâthe late nights, the laughter, the arguments, the way heâd looked at you like no one else ever had.
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Betrothed
cragen stark x fem tully reader x aemond targaryen
Summary: You have been betrothed to Cragen Stark since you were children and grew up in the North preparing for the day you would become the lady of the Winterfell. Your entire world changes when your parents decide to wed you to the cold prince Aemond Targaryen instead. When the war begins everything changes once again and you eventually find your rightful place.
Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smut, angst, fluff, loss of virginity
Word count: 5580
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You have been betrothed to Cragen Stark since you were children and grew up in the North preparing for the day you would become the lady of the Winterfell. Your parents visited often but remained occupied in the Riverlands.
Along the way, you and Cregan fell in love though neither of you would speak of it. Although you were to be wed, you were both shy about your feelings towards each other.
One day your mother and father return to Winterfell to visit and you greet them excitedly.
âThere is a reason to our visit.â Your father says sternly as you hug your mother.
Your smile fades and they lead you to private room to speak. Your father explains that there was an offer from King Viserys to wed you to Prince Aemond Targaryen.
âWhat?!â You yell. âAbsolutely not. Tell them no. I am to marry Cregan soon. That has always been the plan.â
âWe have already agreed.â Your father states.
âYou cannot marry me to that cold evil prince!â You raise your voice again in panic.
âPrince Aemond is an excellent match, my dear.â Your mother says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
âBut I am to be lady of Winterfell! That is what I have been preparing for my entire life!â
âWell, now you will be a princess of the realm.â Your mother says.
âI do not care to be a princess!â Tears begin to fill your eyes. âWhat about Cregan? We have been betrothed our entire lives. He is the sweetest man I have ever known and now you are going to ship me away from him⊠away from you.â
âWe would join you if we could, my dear.â Your mother says softly.
âBut as you know we have a duty to the Riverlands. We cannot always choose our duties in life.â
âBut father please-â
âThere is no negotiating.â Your father speaks over you. âWe have already promised the king. You should be grateful to earn such a title.â
ââŠWhen?â Was the only word you could choke out through your increasing tears.
âWe will escort you there tomorrow.â Your father says.
âTomorrow?!â You cry. âThat is hardly any time at all!â
âYour mother and I need to return to Riverrun, we have no time to delay. I suggest you begin packing.â Without another word, your father storms out of the room.
âIâm sorry dearâŠâ Your mother whispers to you as she follows behind him.
You collapse to the floor in tears. It feels like your entire world just went up in flames. You did not want to live in Kings Landing, you wanted to stay right here in the snowy North you had grown to love. You did not want to marry the prince, you wanted to marry Cregan who you had also grown to love.
âOh CreganâŠâ You think. Breaking this news to him would be heartbreaking.
You pick yourself up off the floor and take deep breaths to steady your still shaky breathing. Once you have composed yourself you rush to find Cregan.
Cregan was standing alone in the Godswood looking to the tree before he turns and spots you approaching with a red nose and puffy eyes.
âWhat is wrong (y/n)?â He asks concerned.
You throw your arms around him and begin to sob again. He hugs you tightly as your tears dampen his fur cloak.
âShh, itâs ok.â He pets your hair, causing you to cry harder, his tenderness being a reminder of what you would lose soon. âTell me what is going on.â
âI h-have t-to leave.â You choke out before you begin crying again.
âWhat do you mean you have to leave?â Cregan pulls back to cup your cheek and look into your eyes.
âMy father- heâŠâ You can barely get words out between sobs.
âTake a deep breath darling. Youâre ok.â
You do as he says and take a deep shaky breath before continuing.
âHe is marrying me to prince Aemond. We leave tomorrow.â
You bury your face back into his furs as you cry harder. He hugs you tighter than he ever has and for a moment does not say a word. The shock of everything fogging his thoughts.
âPlease say somethingâŠâ you whisper.
âHow is this possible?â He finally speaks.
âI do not knowâŠâ You sniffle as you lift your head. âBut my father said it is already decided.â
âButâŠâ He cups both your cheeks in his hands and looks into your eyes with intensity you have never seen from him. âI can not lose you⊠I- I love you.â
âCreganâŠâ
Before you can respond he crashes his lips against yours. You kiss him back with all your passion. The kiss is filled with so many unspoken feelings between you. You had dreamt about kissing him many times before but never in sad circumstances like this. You continue to kiss each other like it is your last day in this world. Which for you, it would be your last day in his world. Your lips finally part and you can see tears in Cregans eyes.
âI am so sorry, my loveâŠâ You whisper.
Cregan kisses your forehead and takes your hands before placing a kiss on each of them.
âHe better treat you how you deserve. Because⊠you deserve the world (y/n).â Cregan chokes back tears as he speaks.
âYou are my worldâŠâ You whisper, looking deep into his grey eyes.
âAnd you are mineâŠâ He whispers back before pressing his forehead to yours and sighing.
You could not bear another minute of this heart shattering goodbye so you excuse yourself to pack for the trip. Tears stream down your face as you organize your belongings. Sitting on your dresser was a beautiful wooden horse your father gave you the day you arrived at Winterfell.
You run your fingers along it, remembering your excitement when you saw snow for the very first time. Your father had said it was to remember that although they were in Riverun they would always be by your side to support you in the North. You scoff at the thought of your fatherâs words and chuck the wooden horse into the fire.
You did not leave your room the rest of the day as you finished packing. You had no appetite at all and could not bear to see Cregan or anyone else for that matter. After sobbing in bed for most of the night, sleep finally pulls you under.
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The next morning your things are being loaded onto the carriage. The snow fell gently, snowflakes landing and melting in your red hair, for the last time. You spot Cregan coming to wish you farewell. You run over to him and he wraps you in a tight hug. You both remain there for a long moment, not wanting to let go. He knew once he let you out of his arms you would be gone for good.
âI do not wish to speak the words since I am leaving⊠but you know my feelings for you.â You sniffle against his shoulder.
âI knowâŠâ He says as you finally part. âMe too.â
Cregan held back the tears in his eyes while yours streamed freely down your face. He holds your hands in his and places a final kiss to your forehead.
âFarewell, (y/n).â He says quietly. âI wish you good luck.â
âFarewell, Cregan.â You sniffle, barely holding back from bursting into tears again.
As your hands slowly part you could literally feel him slip away from you. You rushed into the carriage, choking back sobs. As the carriage takes off you stare through the window having one last glance at Cregan, one last moment admiring the beautiful white snow, one last moment in Winterfell. You watch as everything you have grown to love fades into the distance.
The ride is long, and silent, your parents barely speak a word and you were constantly focused on keeping yourself from crying. When you reached a far enough distance the air becomes warmer, forcing you to finally take off your favourite furs made for a lady of the North. After an agonizing few weeks of travel you finally reach Kings Landing.
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You follow behind your parents as a guard leads you to the throne room where the king and his family await.
âLord and Lady Tully.â The guard announces your arrival. âAnd their daughter, (y/n) Tully.â
You greet the king as he welcomes you and your family. Your eyes meet Aemonds as he stares you down, his face cold and unreadable. He was even more handsome than you could have imagined. You break the eye contact with the one-eyed prince and look down nervously.
The guard escorts you to your new chambers and leads your parents off to their guest room for the night. You did not want to see or speak to them ever again. When the guard returns to escort you to dinner you refuse despite his insistence. You knew it would be taken as an insult to the king but you did not care. You hoped it may even encourage him to deem you unworthy of the prince and send you back home.
Not long after someone bangs at your door, startling you. You approach the door and cautiously open it to see Aemond holding a plate of food.
âIt is a great insult to refuse the kings welcome feast.â He says as he pushes past you and lets himself in.
You scoff as he places the food on the small table in your room.
âForgive me for insulting the king, my prince. I did not have much of an appetite.â You say firmly. âAnd frankly, I do not care to see my parents again before they abandon me here.â
âYou need to eat.â He says in a stern tone.
âWhat I need is to go home.â You snap back.
âThis is your home now.â He states, unphased by your attitude.
You simply huff and cross your arms.
âYou need to eat.â He repeats. âI know that you must be hungry by now.â
âIâm fine.â
âSuit yourself.â He shrugs before heading toward the door. âGoodnight, Lady (y/n).â
He bows slightly before closing the door behind him. You stand there with your arms still crossed before your stomach starts to grumble. You sigh as you sit down and tuck into your food, silently grateful he brought it to you.
You change out of your dress before curling up into the large canopy bed with red and golden curtains. You felt like a trapped bird in a royal golden cage. Your thoughts swirl around in your mind like a tornado. Your entire world has been flipped upside down in the matter of weeks. Everything you had envisioned for your life has just gone up into flames. Now you were stuck here with these strangers, forced to marry a man you did not know or want. You sob into your pillow until exhaustion finally drags you into a restless slumber.
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The next morning you sleep in and take your time dressing. You had no intention on intending breakfast either and having to see your parents before they depart. Once youâre dressed you sit at the vanity and brush your hair in the mirror. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door.
âCome in.â You call, placing your brush down.
The door opens and Aemond appears with a plate of breakfast food. He walks over and places it on the same table as before.
âI assumed you would not be at breakfast with your parents in attendance.â He says flatly. âBut you should eat.â
He says nothing else as he turns to leave.
âThank you.â You say as he goes to close the door.
âMhm.â He nods, turning his head to look at you before exiting and shutting the door behind him.
You sit down to the plate full of a variety of foods from the breakfast table. His caring gesture felt so confusing when he acts so cold towards you.
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You finish doing your hair before looking through the small bookshelf in the corner of your room. Most books seemed to be about boring histories until you find a book about dragons. You pull it from the shelf and spend the rest of your day reading through it. You had never even seen a dragon but now you were about to marry someone who has the biggest one in the world.
That evening you plucked up the courage to attend dinner. You would at least not have to see your family anymore but you worried for how the this family would treat you, especially with how you had isolated yourself away from them.
The guard leads you to the dining hall where the royal family were seated for dinner. You were surprised by the warm welcome as the king offers you a seat. You did not say much as you ate looking down at your plate. The light conversation was mainly between the king and queen. Aemond sat across from you and kept his eye on you the entire time.
When supper was finished Aemond offers to escort you back to your chambers. You say goodnight to everyone before taking his arm. The air was tense as you walked down the halls in silence.
âI would like to take you on a walk through the gardens tomorrow.â Aemond says once you reach your chamber, the offer catching you off guard.
âI⊠um, Iâm not sure.â You respond looking down.
Aemond lightly lifts your chin with his finger, making your eyes meet his. The contact made your heart race before he casually drops his hand back down.
âYou must be bored remaining alone in your bedroom.â He questions.
âNo.â You scoff. âThere are plenty of books to keep me occupied.â
âWhat are you reading?â He raises a brow.
âWhy do you care?â You glare at him.
He simply shrugs and slightly smirks at your attitude.
âI am not sure the title⊠itâs just a book about dragons. I thought it sounded interesting.â You shrug.
âHave you ever seen a dragon?â His smirk grows.
âNoâŠâ
âWould you like to?â
âI am stuck here in Kings Landing for the rest of my life⊠I am sure I will see one sometime.â You cross your arms.
âI have a better idea than a walk in the gardens. I will meet you here midday tomorrow.â
âBut-â You begin.
âGoodnight, Lady (y/n).â He says over you as he bows and leaves you.
âGoodnight, Prince Aemond.â You say under your breath once heâs out of ear shot.
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The next morning you attend a quiet breakfast. You pretend not to notice Aemond observing you the entire time. Midday you are reading in your chambers when there is a knock at the door. You answer the door to Aemond, as expected.
âReady?â He asks.
âFor what? You never told me where we are going.â
He lightly chuckles, the first time you have heard him laugh, and offers his arm. Without further questions you take his arm as he leads you through the castle.
You follow him into the dragon pit. You stop in your tracks when a gigantic dragon comes into your sight.
âThere is no need to be afraid. She will not harm you unless I command it.â Aemond reassures you.
âAnd what if you did command it?â You question.
âThen you would be a pile of ash.â He smirks. âLucky for you, I would not want to destroy such beauty.â
You blush at his response. He was acting so differently than the coldness you expected.
âHere.â He offers his hand to you.
You place your hand in his and feel instant sparks as he looks into your eyes, clearly feeling it too. He clears his throat before leading you over to Vhagar and moving your hand up to stroke her. She grumbles which startles you and you feel Aemond chuckle again behind you. He slowly removes his hand from yours as you continue to pet Vhagar.
âShe seems to like you.â He says. âAnd she does not like anyone.â
You smile to him and see a rare smile on his lips. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.
âWould you like to go for a ride?â He asks.
You look to him with shock in your eyes as you contemplate the question. The idea terrified yet excited you. Not many people get the chance to ride a dragon in their lives and you could not pretend like you have not dreamt of it before.
Aemond seems surprised when you agree and then a wide grin spreads across his face.
âVery well.â He smiles.
You watch as he climbs atop Vhagar before reaching his hand to you, gesturing to climb up. You pull yourself up the ropes before grabbing Aemonds hand. He hoists you the rest of the way so you are sitting behind him. You were certain he could feel your heart beating rapidly against his back.
âHold on tight.â He smirks.
You wrap your arms tightly around him, your body pressing up against his. The heat in your cheeks rise as you realize this is the closest you have been to him.
You donât have time to dwell on the thought as Vhagar begins to walk out of the dragon pit before taking off. Your breath catches as you are lifted up into the sky. You close your eyes and squeeze Aemond so tight you were surprised he could still breathe.
âOpen your eyes.â Aemond says, somehow knowing you closed them.
You open your eyes and for a brief moment you worry you had fallen off the dragon and died. The way you soared above the clouds was a sight of the heavens. After that you donât shut your eyes for another second, taking in the sky around you and the lands below you. Aemond circles back around and you squeeze him tight again as he begins to descend. Once youâve reached the dragon pit Aemond jumps off and helps you down off Vhagar.
âHow did you enjoy your first dragon ride?â He smiles to you.
âI- I- I am hardly ever speechless.â You say with a beaming smile. âThat was indescribable.â
Aemonds smile remains as he kisses your hand. You gaze into each others eyes for a long moment before you lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips. He smirks to you before taking your hand again and leading you out of the dragon pit.
You and Aemond were both more lively at supper than usual, talking of the dragon ride you went for earlier. Once the meal is finished Aemond escorts you to your chambers for the night.
âI had a wonderful time with you today.â You say to Aemond as you walk down the halls. âThat was honestly the first time I have felt true happiness since being here.â
âI am glad. I quite enjoy your company here. So I hope I can continue to make you happy.â Aemond responds.
âWell, now you have the rest of our lives to do so.â You playfully nudge him, making him smirk.
Once you reach your chambers you look to Aemond.
âThank you, my prince. For everything.â You think back to the meals he first brought you when you refused to leave your room.
âOf course, my lady⊠Soon to be, my princess.â He takes your hand to kiss.
You gaze into his eyes with a heartfelt smile. He smiles back at you before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss to your lips. When your eyes meet again there is a strange tension in the air. You watch him glance to your lips again before he suddenly cups your cheeks and brings your lips back to his. The kiss quickly turns heated as you wrap your arms around his neck and his tongue dips into your mouth. Your heart races against your chest as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer against him. The desire between you both is electric. He pushes you up against the wall and you feel his hardness press against your hip, making you gasp into his mouth.
When your lips part you feel yourself almost lean back in, like a moth to a flame. You look at each other with wild eyes as you catch your breath.
âGoodnight, my lady.â Aemond places a kiss to your cheek.
âGoodnight, my prince.â You say bashfully.
Once you enter your chambers you let out a heavy breath you didnât realize you were holding in. You get ready for bed, your thoughts full of Aemond. You did not expect to develop any feelings in this new marriage but now he was all you could think about. The fire between you was indescribable. You fall into a peaceful sleep as you begin to imagine your wedding and future to come.
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The next day everything changes. King Viserys passed away overnight. All the small folk are gathered to witness Aegon being crowned as the new king. Your family had pledged fealty to Rhaenyra when she was first crowned heir. You panic and worry for what may come from the throne being usurped.
The next few days pass by in a blur. You hardly saw Aemond and when you did there was never private moments to talk. He even stopped escorting you from meals. You could tell it pained him greatly but he could not find the time right now with everything going on.
One night a knock on your door startles you awake. You rush over, hoping to find Aemond on the other side. Your face drops with disappointment when instead you find a guard standing there.
âWhat is it?â You ask sleepily.
âPlease keep your voice down my lady.â He says as he hands you a hooded cloak, making you arch your brow at him. âYour parents received a raven regarding this treachery. They asked I bring you home.â
âHome? What are you talking about? This is my home now... And why would they ask a gold cloak to take me away from kings landing? Why would you agree?â You babble.
âI will explain everything on our way to Winterfell. Please, my lady. We havenât much time.â He says, peering over his shoulder.
âI would need to collect my thingsâŠâ Your brain was hazy from sleep trying to comprehend what was happening.
âThere is no time, my lady. Please, we need to leave now.â He begins to panic.
With no time to give it thought, you simply nod and put on the cloak to hide your vibrant red hair. He leads you cautiously through the castle through hidden passages you had never known were there. Eventually they lead you to the streets of Kings Landing. There was a carriage waiting for you just outside the city gates.
Once you are on the road you finally have a moment to process your thoughts. Your heart sinks and your stomach twists at the thought of Aemond discovering your disappearance. Tears run down your face at the thought. You did not want to leave Kings Landing, you did not want to leave him.
The next weeks of traveling was even more dreadful than when you were going to Kings Landing. Multiple times you considered jumping out of the carriage and running back to the Red Keep.
You could hardly eat with your stomach in knots. Aemond blurred all of your thoughts. All you could think of was him. The intense kisses you shared, the amazing dragon ride, his acts of kindness. It broke your heart to imagine how much you must have hurt him by leaving. You had disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving all your things behind. You worried how he would think you chose to abandon him, or worse, think you had been stolen in the night. Which in a way, you had been.
You begin to shiver as you get closer to Winterfell, the air getting colder. The guard notices and pulls a fur cloak out of a small chest inside the carriage. You wrap it tightly around you and try to steady your nerves.
âWe should be there soon.â He says.
You simply nod and rest your eyes. The next time you open your eyes the carriage comes to a halt.
âAre we here?â You shoot up.
The guard nods and opens the door. Youâre instantly blinded by the white of the snow. Your eyes adjust to see your parents waiting for you. You simply glare at them before your eyes land on Cregan and your expression softens. You had been so worried about Aemond that seeing Cregan nearly slipped your mind entirely.
You jump out of the carriage and do not hesitate to throw yourself in his arms. He hugs you back tightly and pats your hair.
âI thought I would never see you again.â He whispers in your ear.
You nod as the tears start again. You part and he wipes them from your face. You softly smile at him and he kisses your forehead.
âMy darling, we are so glad you are safe.â Your mother interrupts to hug you.
âAs soon as we heard Aegon was usurping the throne we knew we had to bring you home.â Your father says.
âYes, thank you.â You say dryly. Your father goes to respond but you cut him off. âThank you for dragging me away from my home, my life, everyone I have ever known. Then, deciding to bring me back and steal me away in the night. I am not sure the royals even know where I am.â
âWe made them aware once you were a safe enough distance that they could not go after you.â He responds.
âNow you no longer have to marry that âcold princeâ.â Your mother quotes your words from when you were leaving.
You think to Aemond finding out they had taken you back to Winterfell.
âDo you not think they will come after us? After me? They have dragons.â You cross your arms.
Part of you feared Aemond would come for you and steal you away. Another part of you hoped he would.
âThey are far too busy with the coming war to worry about a stolen bride.â Your father says.
âThat is all I have ever been to you, huh? A bride to be sold off to whichever family benefits you most.â
Before your father can respond you stomp off to the castle.
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You make your way to your previous bedroom, relieved to see it remains the same as you had left it. You sit down on the bed and cry into your hands. A knock at the door interrupts your sobs.
âCome.â You call dryly, assuming it was your parents.
Cregan cautiously opens the door and you stand from your bed.
âCreganâŠâ You say as you walk over to him. âI am so glad you are here.â
Cregan boldly closes the distance between you and pulls you into a searing kiss. All of the feelings you have for him come flooding back as you kiss him back passionately.
â(Y/n)⊠I have been so lost without you.â Cregan says lowly. âI feel like the luckiest man alive to have you in my arms again.â
âI missed you too.â You whisper as you rest your foreheads against each other.
He kisses you again, this time lifting you up and walking you over to the bed.
âMy love⊠I donât know if I can wait for our wedding night to have you.ïżœïżœïżœ He says as he puts you back down. âYou are all I have been able to think about since the moment you left.â
You meet his eyes and theyâre filled with so many emotions. Heartbreak, sadness, worry, relief, desire, love. You gaze back at him with the same feelings in your eyes.
âThen donât.â You whisper.
Without hesitation, he kisses you again before moving his lips to your neck causing a small whimper to escape you. You tug at his cloak until it drops to the floor and he moves to push yours off your shoulders. You begin to underdress each other layer by layer, stealing hungry kisses in between. When Cregans upper half is finally exposed you run your fingers down his toned stomach. He moves his hands along the curves your body as you stand in nothing but your shift. You step back slightly and he watches as you slowly lift the thin dress over your head.
âYou are so beautiful.â Cregan whispers before capturing your lips again.
You crawl into bed and watch as he unties the strings of his pants and they drop to the floor. Your eyes widen at his hardened length on display. When your eyes dart back up to his thereâs a fire that lights within you both. He crawls on top of you before taking your breast in his mouth as his hand massages the other. You squirm underneath him as your hands move to his hair. His lips make their way back up to your neck.
âI love you (y/n).â He says lowly in your ear.
âI love you, Cregan.â You breathe.
His eyes meet yours and he smiles down at you with pure adoration.
âAre you certain about this, my love? We can wait until we are wedâŠâ He asks, though you can tell there is only one answer he is hoping to hear.
You nod and kiss his lips. He dips his tongue into your mouth as he lines himself up to your entrance. You wince in pain as he slowly pushes into you. He moves slowly to give you time to adjust but also because he was barely holding it together. The feeling of you wrapped tightly around him made his head spin.
The pain soon begins to fade and you crave more of him. Something overcomes you as you move to push him onto his back and climb on top of him. He looks at you with wide eyes as you begin rocking your hips against his. You grind against his length and it sends sparks through your entire body. Cregan quickly closes his eyes, the sight of you above him as pleasured moans begin to pour from your mouth had him barreling towards his release.
âMy love, pleaseâŠâ Cregan breathes. âIâm not going to last much longer if you continue to do that.â
You smirk down at him and watch a small gasp escape him as you line him up to your entrance and begin to slide down onto his cock.
You moan louder and have to remind yourself to be quiet, you two were not really supposed to be doing this before you are wed. His choked out moans as you ride him makes the knot in your stomach tighten more and more. You cry out his name and before you could even comprehend what was happening your entire body feels like it lit up in flames. Your vision goes black and pleasure clouds your mind. Cregan finally opens his eyes and watches you as you come undone around him. The sight of you instantly triggers his release and he groans out as his fingers dig into your hips and he comes deep inside you.
You collapse onto the bed beside him and you both lay there panting. Cregan pulls you in close and wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his neck as you hug him back.
âI feel like Iâm dreaming, I just cannot believe I am holding you in my arms right now.â Cregan says softly. âPlease promise me this is not a dream. Promise me you are real.â
You move your head to meet his gaze. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek as you smile warmly at him.
âI promise you this is real. Iâm real.â You say before placing a kiss to his lips.
âI hope so.â He smiles warmly back at you as he lightly strokes your hand on his face.
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The next few days are busy with wedding preparations as your parents did not want to waste any time. You spend most of your time with Cregan, chatting away like you used to and stealing private kisses in between.
The day of your wedding was quick to come. You were filled with excitement and nerves as you put on the last of your furs.
Snow gently falls from the sky as Cregan comes into your view. You smile to each other as you walk down the snowy isle. He takes your hand in his and the ceremony begins.
âShe is mine and I am hers. From this day, until the end of my daysâ
âHe is mine and I am his. From this day, until the end of my daysâ You recite together as you gaze deeply into each others eyes.
You seal your marriage with a kiss. Cregan holds your hand up to the crowd and they cheer for you both. As you smile widely to the crowd, the thought of Aemond crosses your mind and thereâs a pang in your chest. You push the thought away and try to focus on the present moment. Standing side by side with Cregan, whom you loved deeply, you looked like the true lady of the North that you were always meant to be.
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