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hivemuthur · 1 month ago

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To Be Known - Ch.13.

viktorxfemale!reader very explicit as usual, Modern AU, set in London, current era but not very specific. It's just a love story.

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word count: 7,5K

warnings, or rather this chapter contains: Once more, we rewind: Reader’s POV from after car incident, forward, Viktor’s POV weaved in occasionally in glimpses, self-loathing (Reader), verbal bullying of Reader (not by Viktor ofc, but she handles it with grace), angst, uninhibited amounts of yearning that caused the chapter count to increase, throat fucking revamped (headcount still going up on them blowjobs), regular fucking revamped, subspace/domspace, and fluff guys, because they deserve it.

author’s note: As usual, playlist here and artist is @petitesieste ♡ While I still maintain it's going to have a tooth rotting happy ending, the next three chapters will progressively have more angst until it resolves in the finale, so if someone doesn't like that, you can either finish reading here, or wait for me to wrap it up. It's not going to be anything terribly heavy, so no worries, just regular relationship miscommunication. I will maintain the update schedule, so I guess it means TBK is ending in 3 weeks! (chapter count officially increased to 16)

Cross-posted on AO3

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In a desperate attempt to scrub yourself clean you spend forty minutes under a stream of scalding water, abusing your skin with the harshest sponge you can find. No sign of written ownership left on your body, there is no remnant to lose, no souvenir to save from oblivion.

While trying to purge the grime, your tears never stop welling, making your face ache and throat seize. But it’s not the kind of grime you can rid—it’s the malevolent thing that crawls under the very skin that tells you to burn everyone who comes close enough to gain the ability to hurt. And even though on the outside it’s not nearly as dramatic—just a moderately unpleasant fuck in a car—you know damn well what it has done to Viktor. What kind of message it delivered.

You leave the bathroom wrung out, the taste of soap clinging to the back of your tongue. The flat is silent, dense with late-night shadow. You move by touch, one palm pressed to the wall, feet dodging the scatter of shoes that mark your path from one life to another. In the half-dark, the hallway is nothing but the afterimage of chaos—trainers overturned, a laced heel perched on its side, a coat half-on the banister, a tangle of tights caught in the threshold. The ghost of a pile of clothes rises at your feet, soft obstacles you toe aside, gathering yourself together by fragments.

Your bed is a welcome drop. You land heavy, a fall without grace, and drag a pillow to your chest—crushing it, willing it to replace the ache with something that isn’t him. You squeeze your eyes shut but it doesn’t matter; Viktor is already behind your eyelids, not as he should be, but as he was, the last time he looked at you: worried, all the edges of his face sharpened by disappointment. His hands replay themselves, rough and purposeful, as if he’d tried to meet you where you were, matching hardness for hardness. You feel it now, the phantom touch of his knuckles at your hip, the clumsy, desperate clutch—he’d wanted so much to make himself what you needed, he’d pressed himself into a shape you barely recognised.

In the gap long after you’d reached your final form and before Viktor, there had been some. Good faces, all of them—once they’d seen past the front, the late hours, the missed birthdays, your clawing at something just out of reach—they left. The reasoning always the same: too much, too little, too difficult, too impossible to love.

After that, you told yourself you didn’t care who stayed, who left, so long as you could keep the calendar full and the questions at bay. The lie is getting more and more evident—a fruit ripening with rot. And this time, what have you done? You braced for this to be simple, kept telling yourself you could take or leave it, that none of it was built to last.

Why, then, do you feel so gutted? Why does the taste of Viktor’s sadness ache behind your ribs, raw as a burn?

You press your face in the pillow, stifling another sob, throat thick and useless. It’s only when exhaustion pins you down, too heavy to lift your head, that you remember Charlie’s voice in some distant corridor—rest that theatre-damaged soul, he’d said, all bright and fun.

Sleep comes mid-throaty chuckle—not as relief, but as surrender. You fall into it bitter, an empty kind of grateful for any oblivion at all.

The next day, you become possessed by the demon of practicality. You don’t even spare yourself a glance in the mirror, knowing exactly what kind of swell around your eyes is going to give away your late-night crying session. Skin pulled tight over your face, you speed-run through tasks, efficient as ever, no heart in it, only the brain strangled into obedience.

Between one rehearsal and the next, it becomes harder to command your strongest muscle, though. It weakens in the face of another—the one which longs, kicks, and screams. Siren-called to your phone, you check it obsessively between one duty and the next, hoping for any sign from Viktor, only to find none.

After one of many defeated sighs, Charlie finally addresses what he’s noticed the minute you walked in. “Are you alright, boss?” he asks, leaning in the doorframe, brows pulled together, the thoughtful bastard.

“Yes.” You answer quickly, flipping the phone screen down on the table. Silence bites into the room. Your loud swallow sounds exaggerated, cartoonish. You glance around the desk for anything to busy your hands with, but upon finding nothing, you settle on a loud crack of knuckles.

“I—” Your voice falters; a shaky breath comes. “I think I fucked up.” You hesitate, deflating as the words make it real.

“As it’s virtually impossible for you to fuck up anything work-related,” Charlie says, taking a few steps toward the desk before sitting opposite you, hands folded loosely. “I am going to be bold here. Is this about Viktor?”

You nod, eyes dangerously wet, unable to look up.

“Would you like to talk about it?” he asks. His tone is soft, just an offering laid gently on the table.

“Nothing to talk about. I just—” You shrug, voice close to cracking. “I don’t know how to not be horrible to people.”

“Hey.” Charlie’s reply is quick, sincere, voice steady as he leans in, elbows on his knees. “You’re not horrible to me. I believe that to be the case with others too?”

“I am horrible to you. I’ve been slaving you around for the last few weeks, I am fully aware.” You sniff, trying for humour, failing.

“I haven’t noticed.” A little white lie that Charlie smiles through, corners of his mouth tugged upward. “Besides, I am not without interest. I am expecting a fat raise after Baal.”

“Oh, I’ve already done the paperwork,” you say, almost shy. “Just wanted it to be a surprise.”

“See?” He claps his hands together, mock-celebratory. “Now that—that’s really nice, not horrible.”

“It’s transactional though. You are my protégée.”

That breaks through. Charlie, ever sharp-witted and always massively polite, says your name quietly—a petition. He lays a hand on your fidgeting fingers across the desk, his touch warm and grounding, and says, “I’d like to think we’re friends first. It would be real silly of me to cherish a friendship that isn’t there.”

“It’s there.” You squeeze his hand, swallowing hard. “I promise it’s there. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He squeezes back, thumb brushing your knuckle. “Whatever you’ve done—” He pauses, giving you time to breathe. “The man I saw yesterday was so enthralled I’m certain forgiveness is on the table.”

“I know.” Your voice is small. “I just don’t know if I have the thing I need to trade for it.”

A pause. Charlie sighs, then: “So.” He lets go, rocking back in his chair, studying you. “It’s not so casual anymore, hm?”

“No.” You shake your head, a thin smile forming. “Casual is long gone. And I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Enjoy the show.” Charlie leans back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Who knows, maybe it has a happy ending?”

You snort. “You know I hate those.”

“They write a good one once in a blue moon.” He stands, smoothing his shirt. “Now. Let’s get you busy. Further Than The Furthest Thing—we’ve got a brilliant cast. Audition results tonight, so tomorrow we have to be sharp, yes?”

“Aye, captain,” you say, voice steadying, a sad smirk blooming as you reach for your notes.

The rest of the day is uneventful in terms of Viktor, and eventful enough in terms of work to keep your hands occupied. You return home calmer, a little less tormented, though you still fall asleep with your phone cradled against your chest, hopeful for a message.

Friday comes crashing down in a flood of calls and people visiting your office—either to express their thanks for the chance, or to complain about the lack of it—the ones with enough nerve, at least. Amongst those with nerve, there is, of course, someone you have a strong desire never to lay eyes on again.

Charlie’s distraught voice and a heavy scent of florals announce her before you even hear her speak.

“I’m sure it’s an honest mistake, I will only take a minute,” comes a muffled, poisonous tone from behind the door.

Charlie fumbles, clearly. Through the fogged glass, you see his silhouette trying and failing to squeeze himself between her and your office, weak protests trailing in his wake: “She’s really busy right now, please schedule an appointment through the designated phone line—”

The door swings open. In steps your least favourite person on this planet, aggressively perfumed and dressed in all shades of Meghan Markle beige, and Charlie—utterly flabbergasted. “Miss Edwards has a pressing matter for you, I’m afraid,” he sighs, apology written all over his features.

You eye them both, weighing a response in your head. With a face ready for a game of poker and a tone as flat as the soles of your shoes, you say, “It’s alright. Thank you, Charlie.”

He nods, relieved. “Call me if you need me.” And disappears down the corridor.

Unhurried, you finish what you were doing first—sign a few more papers, check your phone. It’s a beautiful performance of being utterly unbothered, while deep down you are bracing. As she takes a gulp of air to speak, you interrupt:

“So,” you say, folding your hands on your knees. “What can I help you with, Sarah?”

An acidic smirk slits her cheeks. “Oh, just a small matter,” she chirps, closing the distance between the door and the desk. “I don’t see my name on the cast list, but everyone makes mistakes, right?”

“Hmm,” you hum, reaching for the list, as if it might truly reveal something mistaken. You study it with exaggerated focus for a moment, only to lay it flat in front of you. “No, that looks about right. No mistake on our side, I’m afraid,” you say with a smile that melts your face.

“I should’ve known you are not going to make this easy, ever the feisty… individual.” She lingers over the last word, lips twisting as if tasting something sour. “I understand you are a very busy girl, so I’m going to presume that my father’s donation had slipped your attention?”

You laugh, a dry sound that cuts through the veneer of civility. “Oh no, on the contrary.” You stand, slow, circling the desk until you’re facing her. Leaning back on the edge, you steady your hands, pressing knuckles white against the wood. “I’ve sent him a thank you note and a quarterly pass with some good seats. We love charitable donations without extra strings attached, it’s very thoughtful.”

The smile she tries to hold goes brittle at the edges. “I think you should be more careful about presumptions when it comes to donors.” Her words flutter at the surface, pretty but barbed.

“Oh? Has there been an underlying demand that I am not aware of?” You cross your arms—loose, casual, though your stomach prickles with heat. Your expression never wavers, calm even as your gut starts to coil.

Sarah’s patience snaps first; her voice slashes at the air. “Quit the melodrama, if you can be asked. My father does not support stubborn beggars.” Her eyes harden, the line between pretence and malice thinning.

“It’s not a melodrama, it’s a battle of wits.” You glance down, picking at your thumbnail as if her presence is barely worth the effort. “And I think you should be more careful when outright admitting a bribe, honey.” Unfolding your arms, you grip the desk, fingers steady. “I don’t do bribes here. I’ll be more than happy to return your father’s money—we have enough sponsors. He can keep the tickets.” You cross your feet, tilting your head, a pleasant smile fixed, immovable.

Sarah bristles, stepping closer, shadow looming to make herself seem taller. “A bribe? Let me make something clear then,” she hisses, jaw tight. “A donation with an intention is wrong, yet clutching to some… old grievances between children when assigning roles is perfectly fine?”

“Are you insinuating I am prejudiced?” Your tone holds, easy and light, though your jaw aches with the effort.

“Precisely,” she spits.

You let it ring, then sigh, sounding beyond bored. “Sarah.” You keep your gaze locked on hers, unblinking. “Let me make something clear. Were you by any means a decent actress, you’d get the role, even a tiny one, just so I don’t have to deal with this crap.” You drum your nails once on the desk, voice flat. “Sadly, your absolute lack of craft or progress has given me no choice—I cannot afford a humiliation like this.” You shrug, looking past her to the window, seemingly distracted.

Sarah chuckles, but the sound wobbles. “You have not changed in the slightest, have you? Once trash, always trash.” She leans in, voice lowering. “This is your last chance—think carefully.” She gives your foot a pointed nudge with her own.

You laugh, the sound almost gleeful. “Or? What? You will step on my toes?” You arch a brow, inviting her to try. “I think we’ve already proven how insufficient this method is.” Pushing off from the desk, you stroll back around and take your seat, pointedly flipping through your notes. “I think you should take your leave.”

She huffs, mouth twisting in a sour line, but says nothing. Her steps are loud, petulant as she heads to the door. When she’s halfway through, you call out, not bothering to look up: “Oh, and, I hope it doesn’t feel too bad. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do with myself if trash rejected me.”

The door slams hard enough to rattle the glass. You don’t flinch, just stay frozen over the papers. Only now do you notice your hands shaking, your throat seized. There, you surrender. With trembling fingers, you reach for your phone—erase the tenth draft of a long, apologetic message you’ve tried to conjure for Viktor. Instead, you send a distress call: Hi. Can I see you tonight?

The response comes briskly, granting you your first full breath in two days: Yes, come at 8.

From the well of salt gathered in the pond of your lower lid, a tear overwhelms the meniscus and slips down your cheek, perfectly synchronised with Charlie’s arrival.

He shuts the door, forehead slithered with lines of concern. “Are you alright? Should I call the cops?”

You grant him a wet cackle and snort. “I’m fine. All good, promise.”

Then, you fall headfirst into salvation. Worried sick about what will greet you at Viktor’s, you make yourself as presentable as possible, trying to give him a window for well-deserved anger. When all he has for you is an expression that melts by degrees the closer you step to the threshold, you can’t keep it at bay anymore.

You kiss him like you’re begging. And Viktor, oh, he meets you halfway, forgiveness granted through the touch of mouths—the only language you can conjure now. Where you ask, he gives without fault, and it’s given on the flat of his tongue, licking behind your teeth.

When your body slackens under his hands, he seems to match your exhaustion—a yawn covers your lips fully as his nerves surrender, and he offers you a shelter before you can even figure out you need one.

He makes you tea, with milk. Massages your foot so gently it makes you feel ashamed. Feeds you and looks at you like you are human. All of this causes the kettle to boil—you spill, and suddenly, regret and pain and a huge chunk of your lore lands on Viktor’s bed. He takes it as it is—from your cold hands—and warms it up until it becomes tender.

It makes you feel lighter. Safer. Even more so, when Viktor’s acceptance doesn’t end at recognition. It extends to an offering, where he makes himself smaller, so you can grow taller, even if only for one evening.

Your hands are kind on him. Under them, a gentle ache blooms as he places himself in your care—trust so naked it almost startles you. It echoes with nothing—neither your past lovers, who exist as slothful ghosts in your memory, nor the usual space Viktor puts you in. It doesn’t even resemble the last time you did this with him, when it was a transaction of experiences. A test of your character, and as a byproduct, his.

Viktor simply yields, head tipped back, throat bared, eyelids fluttering in time with your pulse. The beauty of him is almost indecent: the planes of his face softened, lips parted around sighs meant only for you, the little shudders running up his spine.

He lets you take and take, and you realise you’ve never been trusted with this kind of surrender before—never been handed a bruisable body with such easy faith. It’s necessary tonight. It creates a gateway between two consecrated areas: the one where, once emptied, you can express yourself through gestures, and the one where control becomes comfort, allowing your scattered thoughts to ascend into speech. You step through toward the latter, and it’s like growing back into your skin.

You stroke him slow, fingers learning his rhythm, watching pleasure rise and spill all over his body. And he becomes progressively prettier and prettier, visibly relieved that this little part of his world has slipped back to normal, where you can both be tender without shame.

For once, you are the steady one—anchored while he falls apart, letting you see the wildness, the need, the hunger and trust he keeps leashed tightly for others. You hold him through it, and when he comes, you feel the weight in your own body—a clean, simple power, not the kind that rules, but the kind that heals.

Two tremendous truths reveal themselves to you: this man is no threat—when Viktor says he will only take as much as you are willing to give, he means it, down to the marrow. His hunger bends to you, his need is a tether that never pulls tighter than you’ll allow. Your old alarms—the reflex to retreat, to defend yourself—find nothing to brace against. He waits, open, patient, even when you falter.

And then, beneath all that fear, beneath every thought of running or biting or hiding, something else moves—love. Thrashing violently, begging for release. It stuns you, this force; it feels nothing like surrender and everything like arrival. You want to open your mouth and let it out, reckless and unguarded.

It is then, when Viktor’s cum still cools on your fingers and his stomach moves up and down with each heavy breath, that it stumbles out. Suddenly your heart overflows with valour and it comes, small, frightened. Even though you’d rather scream it into his ear, it’s enough.

“I love you,” you say on one trembling exhale, and time halts.

His face, already drained of blood, pales further. And before you can second-guess, before you can wipe your palm on his pants and bolt, his hands are there. His mouth comes next, open wide, tongue heavy, thankful. He eats the worry off your lips, and in its stead—

A confirmation of what came much earlier is as swift as an arrow: Viktor loves you, and it’s crushing, and it’s patient, and watchful, and humble. From the outside it looks like he would fall into your open palms blindly, but he doesn’t—his steps are certain, his eyes wide open. One thing remains unchanged: you, undeserving.

But Viktor’s “I love you” is so abysmal it sucks in the bad and only the good is left. “I love you so fucking much.” He imprints it into your cheek. “I adore you,” gets pressed into the corner of your mouth. Finally, “I fucking adore you,” seals it tight enough for your heart to not explode.

And thank God, because then there is more. Viktor tells you over and over again in all languages he knows. When it calms, it’s with his face nuzzled into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you.

Until there’s a quiet snort, making you shift, suspicious. “What?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glinting, mouth slack with leftover laughter. “I can’t believe you don’t know how to drive.”

You shake your head, roll your eyes, but there’s no heat in it. “You’re having too much fun with this. Besides,” you flick hair from his forehead, “you can drive me now.”

His mouth returns to your neck, voice low. “Can I? And if I do—” he hums, leaving the gentlest bite on your tendon, “will you be kinder to me? At the destination?”

Your eyebrows pull together. “V,” you whisper, pressing your face to his chest, eyes already stinging. “Will you forgive me for that?”

“Oh, no, don’t cry, it was a joke,” he mutters, pulling you tighter, fingers tangled in your hair.

“I know, I just…” Your voice frays. “I don’t know what came over me, it was so horrible.”

“It wasn’t, eh, the best,” he admits, tone dry. “But you came back to me. It’s all that matters.” His thumb traces your jaw. “I really love you. I waited for you for a long time now. If that's what was needed for you to come to me, so be it.”

You push your nose into his shirt, words small. “How are you so good at this?”

He shrugs, mouth near your temple. “I am only good with you.”

When sleep takes you both, it’s with clothes carelessly kicked off the bed, dishes abandoned on the floor, arms and legs muddled into knots of limbs. Viktor breathes so heavily his stomach bellows into yours. The last thing you see before your eyelids grow too heavy to hold is the beauty mark on his neck; the last sensation—the soft brush of his hair against your forehead. You came to him small, seized by fear and shame, and now sleep carries you away, full, safe, and seen.

A blink later, you wake curled around the shape of him, nose buried in the soft hollow beneath his ear. Warmth radiates from him in lazy waves. You hover there, suspended in quiet, your breathing matching the deep rise and fall of his chest. The world feels muted—sheets tangled, skin flushed dry, the pillow thick with the scent of you and him together.

You shift carefully. His arms are heavy, loose around your waist. You move just slightly, and he grumbles, a low, wordless protest, but doesn’t wake. You linger, watching him—the graceful lines of his throat, the dark sweep of lashes shadowing his cheeks. He looks younger like this. Less severe. A little ruined.

You gaze at the aftermath of last night’s tenacity: he speaks deliciously, he reads fine books. A small bloom of certainty grows in your chest, cold fingers of doubt finally loosening around your heart, settling something you always knew was restless but never found a way to feed it. And you think, quietly, here is a man I can love. Fear not entirely gone, but muted by the sound of his breathing.

The feeling of longing in you is so vast it almost becomes grief. As if he's a place rather than a man, a stark and brutal terrain softened by the singular essence of him—rock turned gentle, cliffs rounded smooth. You trace the map of him, lingering on the secrets only sleep reveals: the glint of a sharp canine beneath his parted lips, a quiet warning hidden in slumber. Blue streams of veins beneath translucent skin, charting courses down his throat, paths you've traced a thousand times with fingers, tongue, and teeth.

He is strength laid bare—tendons like taut ropes climbing his neck, the muscles of his jaw relaxed but visible, hinting at their power, waiting for tension to return. Eyes wander as they would through an unknown country, half-wild, half-tamed, irresistible precisely for the risks he offers and for the promise of peace he could deliver.

Further on—the scatter of beauty marks below his eye, above his lip, sparse freckles laid in drops of pale ink, and when you close your eyes you realise you know them by heart. His brows, sharp in waking life, now smoothed into gentler arcs. His mouth, so often firm, now parted just enough to draw breath, softening into a shape you'd swear is made only for kissing, for speaking love into the hollow of your throat.

You move your hand up his chest, palm settling against the steady thrum of his heart, anchoring this impossible moment—trying to pin it, fix it in place. To keep him here, keep yourself here, just a little longer, in the quiet before morning fully arrives.

Then, he wakes—slow, breath dragging in deep and thick. He doesn’t open his eyes, just sighs—bone-heavy, content—and cinches his arm tighter around your waist. “Are you measuring me up before you eat me?” he mutters, voice a scrape against your skin.

You huff a laugh, low and mean, and then you bite his neck, just hard enough to leave your mark. “Yes. I think I’ll start with the head.”

He hums, the sound still half-sleep. “Which one?”

That breaks you—a real laugh, bright and ringing in the hush. He stretches under you, long and slow, all ribs and sinew, and then finds your mouth with his—sleep-warm, his lips soft and the kiss deep. You pull your leg tighter around his hip, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. He chases your mouth, pushes deeper, tongue tender and seeking, coaxing the heat up from under your skin.

There’s a break for air, nose brushing yours. “Good morning, my girl,” he rumbles, and the words settle deep, something in your gut going soft at the sound.

No reply—instead, your mouth moves from lip to jaw to the hollow beneath his ear, greedy for every slither of skin. Viktor stills, one hand coming up to hold your face, thumb dragging slow across your cheekbone. “Can I shower first?” he asks, breath shallow.

You shake your head. “No. I want you dirty.”

Viktor exhales a low, wrecked sound, sinking obediently into the pillow beneath your pressing palms. You slide down his chest, hands tracing the length of his arms, turning muscles slack and warm beneath the skin. Your mouth follows—open, shameless, gasping on air thick with sleep and him. Salt blending with sweet rot of slumber, the deep and animal richness of bodies waking together. It’s life and decay braided into something that draws you in closer, eager.

He’s breathing heavily, still half-trapped in the fog of rest as you drift lower, your face brushing down, down where lips ghost over the ridges of ribs, the sunken navel, the hollow above his hipbone. He jolts, a soft hitch of air when your mouth descends, nose pressing into the crease of his thigh. Your tongue traces the line of heat there, where scent and taste gather deepest—heady, earthy, faintly bitter tone.

To this holy place you press a slow, hungry kiss—mouth open, tongue flat, scorching the hardening flesh beneath his skin. Viktor’s thigh muscles tense and relax under your touch, hips lifting instinctively to meet you. You draw in a deep breath, tasting him through scent alone—raw, human, horribly intimate. Exceedingly vulnerable, as every fibre of your being is tuned only to him.

You lift your eyes and there he is—looking back at you with adoration that’s almost caustic. Lips part, then he grins, a flash of teeth, the sweet canine showing itself to you. “I will give you dirty, if that’s what you want.” His warmth slides away from underneath your cheek, and he sits back on his heels. “Lay on your back,” he orders, guiding you until your head’s pillowed between his thighs.

A hand, all warmed up and tender, comes to smooth down your throat—pliant and exposed, his to do with as he pleases. He grabs your chin, tilts your face, grants you a hard kiss—mouth greedy, teeth biting into your lower lip, stubble scraping across your cheek. A thread of spit connects your mouths when he rises and says, “Open your mouth for me.”

And you can feel his voice flooding your veins—it animates your muscles the way electrical current animates wires, the way a heartbeat commands blood. He spits—a gift, a vulgar communion: the body of Viktor, the blessed sweat of his mouth landing on your taste buds like a drug. And you accept, grateful. He closes your jaw with one hand and watches the flex of your throat as you swallow, eyes dark, consuming more than they see.

The command of flesh slides down from your jaw to throat, thumb pressed soft to your pulse—a loving manacle, promise outweighing the call for obedience. He slips his fingers to the nape of your neck, guiding the arch until your throat is a clean, open column. His cock drags slow across your cheek; you turn, mouth open on instinct, tongue laid out flat. “Good girl,” Viktor coos, voice touched with pure wonder.

He rocks forward and back, painting your cheeks with spit and slick, tracing lines of belonging across skin. His eyes are locked on you, transfixed, and for a moment all he is, is happy—utterly, unselfconsciously happy. And you are home—full, with no room for doubt; no space for anything but the shape of him, of you, and the wordless need that eclipses everything else.

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod, arms stretching up to grip his hips.

“Please,” you say, voice thin with longing, head already emptied of language.

He goes slow—excruciatingly, lovingly slow—feeding you his cock inch by inch. This time it’s different: the border between mouth and throat falls away. You feel him sink deeper, your muscles yielding into soft, impossible, beautiful fullness. Viktor throws his head back, jaw slack, eyes shutting as he gets engulfed in your kindness.

Both hands settle at your neck, thumbs firm on your tendons. He holds you steady, touch nearly pious, balancing possessive and grounding as only Viktor can. “God, I love you,” he rasps into the ceiling, the words torn out of him—raw and adoring.

You sink into bliss, body gone slack but for the insistent roll of your hips—useless, hungry, grinding into nothing, searching for him where he isn’t yet. Your mouth is filled, throat stretched wide, every twitch of him inside you felt as a shock in your belly. He’s heavy on your tongue, heat pulsing against your palate. Each shallow thrust presses deeper, the shape of him imprinted in muscle and memory. You feel yourself weeping between your legs, want drawn out by the ache in your throat and the praise in his voice.

And Viktor is slow as ever—a thorough lover who extracts obedience not through brutality, but through excruciating awareness. Consciousness so acute and well-attuned, he never guesses, always knows. His hips roll in adept increments, and the only imperfections that slip are muttered curses, little fractured prayers in English and Czech, words melting into sound—all gratitude and need. Your eyes water but you don’t flinch; every bit you welcome.

When a whimper slips out—just a soft choke around his cock—he leans over you, one hand braced firm on your shoulder, the other coming up to smooth your hair back from your face. “Tap if you need to breathe,” he murmurs, air hot against your skin.

You hum around hm, arms locked tight around his thighs. His hand slips down—he drags a flat palm over your cunt, finding you slick and swollen. A single stroke, painfully accurate, makes you tighten everywhere at once. Then, your arm gets peeled from around his thigh and guided down between your legs.

“Touch yourself for me,” Viktor says—asks—voice low gravel and patience. He follows this journey with his eyes, fingers finding the spot where pleasure mixes with pain, hips rolling up into your own palm.

Corpuscular collar returns to your throat, thumbs pressing just enough to keep your neck arched, holding you open. He fucks your mouth like he would kiss you—loving and tender, deeply devoted, and beyond that: grateful. Always so fucking grateful.

“Look at you,” he breathes, and you wish you could step out of your body and watch. Yourself, taut like a bowstring, and him—hunched, clutching your neck like he can't decide whether to choke you or canonize you, head hanging low from between his shoulders. “Such a good girl, taking me so deep, making yourself come just from this. My clever girl,” he mumbles, losing rhythm in all of this joy.

You work yourself under his watchful eyes, the heat rising up, pressure mounting with each thrust. He can’t look away from you—his girl, mouth full of cock, touching herself because he told her to. It’s fulfilment incarnate, sharp and overwhelming.

“God, you’re perfect,” Viktor groans, rolling his hips again, pace stuttering, cock entering a little deeper. “Fuck, I love you like this—look at you. Mine. All mine.” Your moans are all muffled, half-breath, half-plea, all pleasure—your names lost in the rhythm of your bodies. Words melt into a litany of praise and possession—each one fuelling the heat that’s been winding tight since you woke.

It crests—empty of thought, free of disquiet, surrender slicing you open in one clean cut like a scalpel. What comes is a shudder that ripples through your thighs, up to your throat, your mouth, and it’s the same kind of clench that usually milks him dry. So when he suddenly pulls out you nearly whine, hands already searching to drag him back inside. But Viktor leans, swallowing a large gulp. “Roll over. On your belly—now,” he orders, voice thick and rough, eyes rolling when you brush his cock with tender knuckles.

You scramble to obey, heart hammering in your ribs, cheek pressed to the pillow. Viktor crawls behind you clumsily, pushes your thighs apart and then oh—palms, undecided, torn between a raw grab and gentle caress, come to cup your ass. Then—his face. Pressed to the curve of you as Viktor’s body rests between your legs, his hands travel up your back and mouth opens to drag itself across your skin in a scorching trail. “I want to fuck you my darling,” he hums, “but I need a moment.”

For a while, silence, filled with breaths. He stays on you so long your body shapes itself to his. Then, with a deep sigh, he slides up, kissing through the dip of your spine on the way, until hot breath fans the back of your neck and his cock drags, heavy and wet, against your cunt. He lines himself up, rubbing the head against your entrance, soaking himself in you, and sinks in with one slow, solid thrust.

It's a new sensation—angular hips slotting into the soft flesh of your ass, tops of his thighs glued to the backs of yours, but above all—an angle so profoundly intimate, it’s as if he’s getting to know you better only through contact of skin. He fills you up—with his cock, with touch that cleanses by zeal, voice that grants power through relinquishment of control.

“I want you to not overthink today,” he says, tone full of that devastating, helpless honesty. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod—not good enough. He folds himself over you, chest flush to your back, the weight of him echoing in your muscles. A hand comes to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so that your neck forms a lovely arch, and your mouth breathes out a quiet, “Yes.”

“Moje děvče,” he rasps, voice battered with need. “I love you.”

You gasp, ass pushing back into him. “I love you.”

His hips roll in a heavy grind, and he moans out loud, shameless, letting the whole room hear just how badly you are going to ruin him. And you discover the feeling of being crushed by Viktor’s weight. How it seals the colossal, all-encompassing need that rips you open every time he’s not around. How it grounds and cradles parts of you that you refuse to look at. That sit there, unattended and festering—the feelings you couldn’t spell out until last night. And even though fight battles flight in your body once more, the latter proves impossible—gradually, it evaporates. In an endless cycle of death and rebirth, you feel your fear fraying, and from its remnants what is born is the burning desire to be consumed in love, by love. By his love.

It's only this now—hips not leaving yours, cock stretching you out, branding your tender flesh through every painstaking roll of his pelvis. You remain trapped beneath him, with his face buried in the line of your neck and breath coming in hot next to your ear. “You are doing so well, my darling,” he whispers, and you know he means it.

And Viktor is both heavy enough to keep you in place and light enough for you to lift your hips and let his wandering fingers in. A perfect imprisoner, both firm and kind. You feel his hand snake between your thighs, slick fingers searching, finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The grip in your hair holds you right at that edge between pain and pleasure, the two tangled beyond all hope of separating.

You breathe so heavily it’s almost undignified. The heels of your palms braced deep into the mattress do little to keep you up, and if it weren’t for Viktor holding your hair so dearly, you would be splayed face-flat on the pillow.

“God, you’re so fucking good,” he grinds out, voice torn, but the rhythm unyielding. His fingers rub you tight, determined, all nerves in you strung, ready to snap. You arch into him, hips meeting every push, the pressure mounting—too much, almost there, within reach, every sensation sharpened, every movement crushing.

He groans again, hips stuttering, hand never leaving home. “Come for me,” he breathes into your ear, desperate now. “Let me feel you, lásko.”

You let it happen—let go, the control you’ve hoarded slipping from your grasp. Your body seizes around him, the orgasm hot and sharp, almost painful, building in a wave that breaks you open. You sob his name, the sound ripped from your chest as he shudders and spills inside you. The feeling of him coating you only drags you deeper, makes you cry out and clutch at the last ragged shreds of grace. But there’s no grace in it—just thighs twitching violently, breathless noise, and tears that come unbidden, relief and release stinging your eyes until they spill freely, as your body surrenders, bare and wild, to him.

Viktor collapses on top of you, all heat and trembling muscle, but his weight is a kindness, his chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping you in tight, wordless shelter. He kisses the back of your head, your shoulder, the damp line of your neck, murmuring praise that you can’t even hear, only feel—a vibration through skin, something that shakes loose more tears.

He slips out of you with care, rolls you onto your side, and gathers you in close, turning you until you’re face to face. You cling to him as if there’s nothing else keeping you afloat. Fingers claw at his back, your legs tangled, face pressed hard to the curve of his neck. The world is dissolved—there is no logic, no thought, only this churning sea of feeling, overwhelming and absolute.

“You are so fucking good to me it destroys me,” you whisper, or maybe sob, your voice cracking open as you burrow into him, longing. You wrap yourself around him like skin is just another barrier you need to break through. You’re empty and full, shattered and safe, small and infinite. Every raw nerve in your body burns with love for him—love so wild, so total, it is something to be feared, so vehement it threatens to exhaust everything else, leaves you spent and shining in the aftermath. But somehow in this moment, you are not frightened—it’s only your heart pumping so heavily it nearly bursts.

Viktor sighs deep from his chest, hand smoothing up your back when he tries his best not to give in to the sensation of being invincible, anchoring himself in your reality. He strokes your hair, voice soft. “What do you feel?”

You hiccup a laugh, a throaty thing that hitches and dies, and what comes out next is barely language, just a string of words coming from a place untainted with logic. “I—I don’t know,” you babble, pressing your cheek to his chest. “I don’t have a name for it, I just—” You swallow. “I feel so… empty and it’s just amazing, but scary.” Your voice tumbles out in a rush, hands squeezing his sides, searching for something to hold.

Viktor, on the other hand, is beyond thoughtful. He listens, attentive, and holds you close, reading whatever you give him immaculately. “And what do you need?”

“You,” you say, hands coming to cup his cheeks. “I only need you.” You rub your face against his and sigh deeply. “God, Viktor, how are you so good?” Your palm spreads over his chest, fingers splayed—beneath them his heart flutters unevenly. “How are you just so fucking good, how do you always know what to do, what do say?”

He smiles, a rueful, lopsided thing. “I am not always good.” His voice is quiet, honest. “But I know you.” He brushes his mouth across your forehead, then kisses the crown of your head. “And I am here. Stay with me.”

You cling tighter, stubborn and so full of him you’re almost weeping with it. “There is no force in this universe that drags me out of here today,” comes a chuckled mutter. Then, shy—“Why does it feel so massive?”

Viktor laughs, low, threading his fingers through your hair. “Well,” he says, “given your absolute reluctance to romance, it’s quite meaningful, I would say.”

You nuzzle into him, voice muffled, uninhibited when your confession comes: “This is my favourite place in the whole world. If I ever say otherwise, I’m lying.”

“I shall keep that in mind,” he replies, tone swelling with pride. He shifts a little to get a better look at your face, searching for any sign of pain. “Are you alright?”

You shake your head. “I have no idea. Yes, I suppose. It’s not that big, right?”

Viktor grins, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Oh, no, no. It’s all very big. It’s, eh—a ritual? Of sorts.” He presses another kiss to your forehead, as if he comprehends everything you’re struggling to get out. “I know how you feel. Words are difficult, yes. But it takes a lot to be open like this too.”

“I hate words. I prefer this.”

Truth—a space where language matters most is a desolate one. Especially for a person whose words never mattered. What you’ve learned is speaking through actions—and while it failed you in most relationships, it propelled you to a professional success that was a perfect substitute for a long while. And now Viktor—a person fluent in all languages, the one of words and the one of the body—through perpetual making and unmaking, has found a way to understand your clumsy back-and-forth tap dance, even though your shoes are too tight, and the performance is vastly imperfect. He gives it 10/10 somehow.

“Can you afford to spend the weekend with me so we can have more of this?” he asks.

“Yes,” you lie. You cannot afford this—with an imminent premiere and the amount of responsibilities you’ve left with Charlie, you should sacrifice this weekend to work.

But, against your better judgment, you indebt yourself to the universe, hoping that one massive instalment you’ll have to pay off on Monday won’t entirely obliterate you. Hopefully, on Monday, you’ll be a better version of yourself. Lovable and calm, pumped full of Viktor’s affection to carry you through whatever thousand disasters the world is going to have for you.

#my writing #viktor arcane #viktor fanfic #viktor x reader #viktor x reader smut #viktor smut #viktor x f!reader #viktor x oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #viktor nation #to be known

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paperultra · 2 years ago

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space cadet.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 831 words Warnings: None

reverie (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream

You imagine the thoughts in your head as a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea: dense, beautiful, brimming with life and all too easy to get lost in.

They’ve caused you trouble in the past. Countless rapped knuckles, letters sent home to your parents, walking into trees on the way home from school. But how could you resist? Empires rose and fell over the course of an hour inside your mind, mighty beasts swore their allegiance to you and the four seas were yours to explore. The childhood you had in the real world was so dull and lonely in comparison.

When you ran off and joined the Straw Hats, you finally had the excitement you had so craved. And yet, even now, your mind still wanders.

“If you swab the deck any more, we won’t have any left, sweetheart.”

Only a select few can bring you back.

You blink rapidly, the clouds dissipating as you stop scrubbing and look up. Sanji’s already smiling when you meet his gaze.

He lifts his hands; one offers a plate of shortbread cookies, the other a glass of milk.

“I’m going to guess that you haven’t had a break in a while,” he says. “Am I right?”

A break? Sending him a perplexed frown, you lean on the handle of your scrub brush and glance over your shoulder.

The side on which you had started winks back at you from afar, wood gleaming under the afternoon sun.

Oh.

“I … I guess so,” you reply slowly, turning back to him. It’s only then that you register the saltwater washing over your feet and the ache in your muscles. “I didn’t even realize …”

He shakes his head and chuckles, leading you to some nearby crates to sit down. “Too caught up in your stories again? I’m almost jealous that they get to spend so much time with you.”

“I don’t mean to make you worry.”

“Loving someone means worrying about them from time to time.”

He winks, and you smile, flustered.

“I see,” you say quietly. “Then thank you for worrying, Sanji.”

“Of course.” He hands you the glass of milk, then picks up a cookie and taps it against your lips. “Now, this is my best batch of sablés. You have no idea how hard it was to keep Luffy from eating them all in the kitchen.”

“I have some idea,” you drawl amusedly, taking a bite.

The cookie breaks with a gentle snap. It crumbles delightfully in your mouth, sugar and butter dancing on your tongue. A pleased hum rumbles in your throat before you wash it down with a gulp of cold milk.

“What do you think?”

“I think I might eat the whole plate right now,” you say, taking the other half of the cookie.

He grins. “So you like them.”

“They’re delicious.” Picking up another one, you hold it in front of his face. “Here.”

Sanji’s gaze remains locked with yours as he leans forward to take a bite of the cookie, his lips brushing your fingertips in an impromptu kiss before he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully. The action should not look as good as it does.

“My best batch, as I’ve said,” he tells you once he swallows. “But I’ve tasted sweeter.”

You tilt your head. “Where?”

His mouth curls into a smirk, and he places his fingers under your chin to bring your face closer to his. Your noses touch and you can feel his answer against your lips as he murmurs, “Right here.”

The rest of the crew may also have the pleasure of eating Sanji’s food, but they do not share your privilege of knowing just how talented he is at kissing.

He sets down the plate and lifts his hand to cup your jaw, meeting your lips and letting out a soft sigh before pressing his lips more fervently against yours. You can taste the smoke on his tongue, a constant underneath the warm sweetness of sugar and the saltiness of butter. Your eyes flutter closed, and you reach up to cradle the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging slightly. The groan he lets out sends tingles down to the tips of your toes.

“Sweetheart,” he pants, and the longing in his voice would’ve made your knees buckle if you were standing, “I won’t be able to stop if you keep doing that.”

You put your glass of milk down so you can bury both hands in his golden hair. Your forehead touches his. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Maybe it is,” he mutters.

You bring him back in for another searing kiss that Sanji returns just as eagerly.

Yes, you value your time alone with your thoughts. They are a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea, beautiful, countless, and wild.

But as easy as it is to get lost in your thoughts, it is infinitely easier to get lost in him.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #reader stares off into space and sanji is like. look at my angel. so pensive and sweet and beautiful <333 #meanwhile reader is wrangling with the logistics of surviving in the stomach of a sea cow #they get along quite well with usopp i think :)#anyway sanji and reader are THAT pda couple. guys u can't just make out on the deck for everyone to witness (sanji and reader do not care)

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cobaltperun · 7 months ago

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Eternal Flame (13) - Black Friday

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter summary: The distance ended up being exactly what you and Jenna needed to get some clarity.

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-I wanna be happy, could you show me how it's done?-

When Hugh took you to Ethiopia you didn't think you would be spending half the day raking leaves with him. “I thought we were on a vacation,” you said roughly four hours into the manual labor he's been putting you through. Granted, he was right there with you, doing the same thing, so at least that made it fair to an extent. His kids and wife smartly avoided this activity and were in a warm house, drinking coffee and getting to know the locals.

“No harm in some work,” Hugh figured, getting up and wincing as he straightened his back. Oh yeah, he was several decades older than, you frankly you were almost sorry for him right now. “We'll sleep a lot better tonight.”

You did have troubles sleeping, so maybe that’s what he was trying to do.

“Yeah, that's right. Keep finding the positive in everything. I’ll ask you what you think tomorrow, when it turns out that your back is hurting, because you couldn't let a twenty-year-old do a better job than you,” and stupidly you got competitive as well. At least you did things a lot faster since you both wanted to see which one of you could do the job faster and better. As it turns out, being young did have advantages in this particular situation.

“I let you win,” he said as he leaned on the rake, but not too hard though, as you were both afraid that leaning on them properly might make them snap, and that would be an embarrassing way to fall to the ground.

You rolled your eyes, amused by his refusal to accept loss with grace. “So, what's really the point of all this? You've had me working, had me meditating, hell, nearly roped me into doing yoga with you. Come on, spill it,” you said once you began making your way back to the shed to leave the rakes before going back to where Deb and Hugh’s kids were.

“You really should try yoga though,” he was trying to change the subject, to avoid answering your question and you just turned to face him, meeting his eyes and just studying him for a moment. And then he slumped slightly, giving in to your silent demand. “I'm trying to keep you occupied, I guess, not sure if that will do any good, but we might as well start somewhere.”

The expression on your face softened as Hugh said that. You could have figured as much. “You're being ridiculous, but I appreciate it,” the truth was that you probably didn't have any idea how to approach what you were feeling and going through either, and he was just scrambling to try and do something. He was making an effort while hoping that maybe one of those things would work for you, and some were actually working.

The first few days he had to pull you to sit down and meditate with him, but this morning you sat down next to him all on your own. For what it was worth you did appreciate spending ten minutes purely on yourself, being in no rush to do anything, feeling no pressure, having no deep thoughts plaguing your mind. It was just ten minutes, and in that brief period of time you could take a moment and relax. Somehow, starting the day like that was good for you, it was making you feel calm at the start of the day instead of tense as you usually were.

And despite the occasional joking complaints you made about the vacation turning into a glorified test of your stamina, you enjoyed yourself. You were gaining a new perspective on life in general, something to help you look at things from a different point of view. And throughout all of that the ring hanging from your neck brushed against your skin and reminded you that at the end of the day this all had to be worth it.

~X~

There has never been a January this miserable in Jenna's life, filled with so much despair and sorrow and exhausting conversations with her family. All of them, mostly her parents, but also her siblings, aside from Aliyah who saw how she was at the airport, were repeating that you weren't good for her. Repeating that she was like this because of you, that she was difficult to talk to, that she was miserable, that she had a short temper and wasn't pleasant to be around, all because of you.

Eventually she just packed her bag and went back to LA, cutting her family time short, because she could no longer take constantly hearing that. The worst thing about it was that it was getting to her head, and she feared that when, and if, she ever got the chance to see you again, that all those words her family kept repeating would end up reaching her. That the moment she saw you that she would start thinking whatever she had with you wasn't worth losing the support of her family.

And yet, as conflicted as she felt, she still often found herself with your shirt close to her and with your jacket around her shoulders as she went and did some small tasks all around her house. She couldn't quite wear it, the sleeves were too long for her, so she just tied the sleeves around her neck and went about her day. She was all alone so who cared if she looked a bit ridiculous.

From what Barbara told her, and she knew Barbara was only giving her the bare bones as far as the information went, you finished filming in Italy and went on a vacation with Hugh and his family. And despite everything Jenna almost felt bitter, thinking you moved on, that you decided to keep living your life with or without her in it, while she was here, having her world falling apart. If it turned out this between you couldn’t be fixed, then yeah, both of you had every right to move on. She just felt, in despair, that you did it way too quickly.

Her doorbell rang just as she finished washing the few dishes she used for her lunch, and she took your jacket off and hung it on the chair before going to her front door. Enrique said he would drop by, and this had to be him, and sure enough when she looked through the camera in front of her apartment building's front door she found him standing there. Jenna quickly opened the door and the front door of her apartment for him, and he came inside, meeting her in the hallway and she just hugged him soon as he was close enough.

“There, there, it's OK, you can cry,” he told her. By now he knew more or less what happened. He didn't know why you began fighting in the first place but he knew everything else. And while she could allow herself to cry in front of him Jenna honestly didn't have any tears left to shed, she spent so many nights crying herself to sleep that she was just tired of crying.

She let go of him and smiled a bit. “Let's just sit down. Do you want something to eat or drink? Anything?” Enrique just brushed her off, showing her he brought hot chocolate to go along, and Jenna was thankful for the a bit of thoughtfulness from someone who cared about her.

“Y/N’s jacket?” Enrique pointed at the jacket hanging from her chair as Jenna sat down.

She nodded. “I miss her,” she confessed softly. You weren’t talking and that was only making things worse right now. “But I don’t think my parents will ever accept her.”

Enrique leaned back in his chair. “Well, I'm here to fix that,” Enrique promised her, and somehow, she believed him. “So, how about you fill me in on the things I don't know,” he asked, and Jenna began. She told him everything she knew, that your parents were in an accident, were left in a coma and that you needed money. That you sold your apartment and that it still wasn't enough, so you went and got involved in a fight club. She told him all of that, and that it wasn't enough, that your parents couldn't be saved, and that you then, despite no longer having to fight, went and fought again, and Enrique just sat there listening taking it all in.

“You know, and this might just be me, but I think it's beautiful. You know, what she did,” his words took her by surprise, she had no idea how he could even come to that conclusion. You went and you hurt people, and you let others hurt you for money. How could that have been beautiful in any way? “Now, hear me out, I know how it sounds. But think about it. Y/N loved her parents so much that she didn't care what she had to endure to try and save them, she didn't get involved in that out of greed or a desire to hurt people, she went and fought because that was her only hope.”

Jenna just sat there, taking his words in. She hadn’t even thought about it that way, in her mind and in her entire family's opinion there was no excuse for what you did, there was nothing but violence in it, even if they understood the circumstances. Well, at least for the period while your parents were in a coma, and you were fighting for them.

“Just think about how much you would have to love someone to be sixteen and willingly go through so much pain, just for a slim chance that you could save that someone you love. Jenna, I've seen the way she looks at you, and you've seen it too. Your parents worry she would end up hurting you one day, but the way I see it there is a good chance she's the person you'll be safest with,” it felt like everything she thought she knew and everything she thought she felt was thrown on its head and changed in an instant. Like there was suddenly some kind of light shining through the clouds and making her see things differently.

“She went back, Enrique,” she fell back on repeating the arguments her parents kept making, afraid that if he convinced her, that she would only break. That she would ignore everything her parents wanted and do everything in her power to rebuild what the two of you had.

“Jenna, she was broken by grief. Y/N just lost her entire family, you said she fought for months to try and keep them alive, and she failed. So, she went and chose an unhealthy coping mechanism,” a lot like plenty of other people, and finally it all just made sense to Jenna, she understood what Enrique was trying to say. Yet it came too late, now it only made her feel worse that she didn't even consider these options, that she didn't even try to understand you and that she just pushed you away.

“I'm too late. I doubt she would ever want to see me again and I can't even blame her,” clearly not all of her tears were dried up, because here she was, crying once again. Enrique just pulled her into a hug, trying to console her and help her through this.

“You don't know that. Hey, we've both seen how she looks at you! I've spent just a couple of hours with her and even I can tell that girl unconditionally loves you!” and yet she went and risked it all over an impulsive reaction and her need to not go against her parents in that very moment.

The phone buzzed next to her, and her and Enrique saw it was from Barbara. “See what she sent,” Enrique encouraged her and Jenna unlocked her phone, and while making sure that Enrique could see it as well, she opened the message. Her eyes widened; Barbara had sent her a photo. It was you, in a place she couldn't recognize, drinking coffee it seemed, and just sitting by the fire with a small smile on your face, but what caught her eye wasn't your expression nor anything else about you, it was her ring clearly on display, hanging from the necklace around your neck.

“See, I told you,” Enrique patted her on the back and Jenna smiled as she spent who knows how long just silently staring at the picture. She stared, taking in the way the fire was reflected in your eyes, the smile on your face was honest, but there was a sense of sorrow in it, like you were constantly missing something. It wasn't the full smile you had when you were with her, and she studied every single detail about you, your hair, your clothes, the way light from the flames and shadows made your skin look, the way you held the coffee cup, firmly grasping it. She noticed the way you were slightly hunched forward, maybe leaning in to listen to whoever was talking to you, and she remembered how you leaned in to listen to her, you always leaned in closer than this. Your attention was always completely on her, and while you were paying attention to whoever you were talking to in this picture as well, she figured at least 10 to 15% of your attention was somewhere else.

And then she got another message from Barbara, and this time it was a video, perhaps taken only moments after the photo. You were silent, just listening and then it happened, you reached up and your thumb and finger brushed along her ring. You glanced down, the longing clear in your eyes, too lost in thoughts to notice you were being filmed.

“See, she loves you! She misses you, she wants you back in her life!” Enrique messed with her hair for a bit and the remark would have seemed like teasing to her a month ago, but now it was more than welcome.

“I still don't know what to do with my parents,” while she could probably convince her siblings that she would be fine, her parents were a whole other story.

“I'll handle them,” Enrique promised her and she trusted him, maybe he wouldn't be able to completely change their minds, but she believed that he would be able to at least make them willing to give the two of you a chance.

“Thanks,” Jenna said, not sure what else to say to show her gratitude. Then Barbara sent one last message for the day. ‘Just figured you should know that Y/N is trying her best. She’s trying to get better, and you are the biggest reason why she's doing that. As you can see by that ring that she refuses to take off unless she absolutely has to.’

And Jenna smiled, a sense of hope, from the conversation she had with Enrique, the video of you she got, and the message Barbara sent, filling her heart for the first time in roughly a month.

~X~

Even with all the energy you've been spending throughout the days, you still struggled to fall asleep, and you really shouldn't be, your days were packed. If it wasn't actually working and volunteering to help people out with Hugh, then it was sightseeing and long walks, and yet as tired as you were by the time you would say goodnight to Hugh and his family, that exhaustion would just vanish the moment you would lay down in your bed. You found yourself struggling to fall asleep each and every night.

You should have known long days of work or walking or some physically demanding activities wouldn't be enough to get you to easily fall asleep. After all, if there was one thing those fights gave you it was almost ridiculous stamina, and you had to admit you were hating that right now. Because no matter how tired or how calm you would be, you just couldn't fall asleep. You've tried meditating, you've tried doing a quick workout, you tried drinking chamomile tea, and yet none of that helped.

You knew exactly what was wrong, you glanced at your bedside table, at the ring Jenna gave you. You only took it off either when you were taking a shower or a bath, and when you were sleeping. You were afraid you could somehow grab the necklace and break it, and then lose the ring somewhere, so you would take it off. And it wasn't that you were missing the ring in particular, it was just that when you were on your own, your thoughts would just wander to the different places, and you had no control over them. You've been thinking about Jenna damn near constantly when you were alone.

Even when you were with other people you knew there was a sense of longing in everything you did, in every laugh, in every smile. You were there and you were happy. You really were doing better, but you just missed her. and you thought it would get better with time, but it didn't. It was just getting worse day by day. You turned in your bed once again for what felt like the hundredth time tonight alone, unable to quiet your mind.

The only thing you wanted was to just call her and see how she was doing, to just know that she was fine. Deep down you knew you left her at potentially the worst possible moment. You saw the desire to reach out to you, and to touch you in her eyes, back when you last saw her. You knew you were leaving her with the family that despised you right now, and you couldn't even begin to imagine just how hard it would be for her to go through all of that on her own. Living alone was in your mind one of the worst ways one could live, but constantly being surrounded by people who disapproved of something you cared about and put you through emotional pain while saying it was for your sake, was way worse than that.

And you despised yourself for leaving Jenna like that, because in the worst-case scenario she wanted to talk to you, but her family wouldn't agree with it no matter what she said. Yet you couldn't do anything about it, you hurt her, you betrayed her trust and you no longer had the right to reach out first. It had to be her, you couldn't force your way into her life, no matter how desperate you were to just know that she was fine.

And deep down maybe you were afraid of what you would do if she wasn’t fine.

And those thoughts plagued your mind. You constantly worried about how she was, how she slept, if she ate enough. Being alone made those thoughts a dozen time louder, and it was almost unbearable.

You glanced at your phone to check the time and tried to figure out what time it would be in Denver, eventually, you figured Barbara would be off work right now, so you went and called her, hoping her voice could calm down your nerves a bit. Besides, you missed your best friend, as much as this vacation helped you, you still wished she could have experienced some of this as well.

As you waited for her to pick up you promised yourself that when you finally come back and when you finished filming with Hugh that you would go and reconcile with her family.

“Babe?” of course she greeted you like that, that dumbass.

“Sure, sure, Babe,” you rolled your eyes. You found it somewhat funny how different things were the last time you called Barbara ‘babe’ back then Jenna heard it, and you had to explain yourself. Now it was much different, and those were just good old times before you went and fucked up.

“I can hear you rolling your eyes,” Barbara laughed, and you were going to take that, because she needed a laugh after helping you pull through those first couple of days after Jenna left. Barbara deserved every chance to laugh and if anyone were to hurt her you would raise hell until she was fine again, which was also part of the reason why you were adamant on sooner rather than later reconciling with her family.

It would also be very strange to suddenly, for example, appear at a celebration of something important happening in Barbara's life and surprise her parents by showing them you were still in Barbara's life. “Yeah, because eyerolls make sounds,” still, it was a bit strange, it sounded like Barbara had you on speaker. “How was your day?”

“Uh, just the usual, you know. Went to work and now I'm just lying around, bored. About to turn on the cheesiest love songs in history,” that was not good news, that meant only one thing, another heartbreak, well sort of, Barbara never took it too close to heart when something like this happened. Especially since she hasn’t really been serious with anyone over the past year.

“Which guy who asked you out ended up being in the closet now?” you would still humor her.

“James,” and that meant nothing to you. You didn't even know the guy existed; this was the first time you were hearing about him.

“How long ago was this again?” you asked, maybe you just forgot since your mind was damn near always on Jenna these days.

“A few months ago, you were filming Scream, meeting the love of your life while I was at the store, meeting James, who, as it turns out, only wanted a girlfriend so his mom would be happy,” she jokingly ranted. “Didn't even get to the first date point, so no harm done,” she may have been complaining, but you were well aware that Barbara didn’t care one bit about it. When someone right shows up he’ll show up, she used to say, and she still believed that. And she was still twenty, she mostly just dated to meet people and if it ended up becoming serious than so be it.

As for you, despite everything you still smiled at the love of your life comment, almost welcoming the teasing.

“I guess that will keep happening, minus finding the love of my life again, doubt that's happening, but you meeting guys while I’m somewhere filming,” considering you were serious about acting now that scenario was fairly plausible. How many things in Barbara and Hugh’s life would you miss with this job? How many times would you only be able to comfort Barbara over the phone? That was the sad reality of your work.

“About that, I think you won't need to find another one,” she said and you sat up abruptly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest at those words.

“What do you mean?” but she just laughed and for a moment you naively thought that she wasn't laughing at you, that maybe there was another reason she laughed. “Barbara, what do you mean?!”

“Oh, nothing, nothing! Don't worry about it! Oh, by the way, I need to go and get,” she paused as if she was thinking of an excuse. “A pizza, yeah, a pizza. I ordered a pizza and it's just about to arrive!” what the hell was going on over there?

“Barbara, you know I know when you are lying!” but she was already saying ‘bye!’ “You come back here and explain yourself, Barbara!” but she just hung up and you stared at your phone, baffled by what just happened. What did you miss?

~X~

Barbara was laughing her ass off and she just sank into the sofa. Your sofa by the way, because of course Barbara would take her to your apartment.

“See, you've got nothing to worry about. You're the love of her life,” Barbara told her with the almost infuriatingly wide grin on her face and Jenna just looked down, her face about as red as a tomato, and she couldn't stop the smile on her face.

For the first time since the end of last year she was actually at peace, and it was almost ironic that it was in your apartment. It was like deep down she could feel your presence around her, even if the apartment was fairly barren from anything personal in it. She could still feel like you were almost right there with her.

“She sounded,” she began, but she couldn't even find the correct word to describe what she noticed. But there was a change in your voice that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

“Like she was struggling, for the lack of a better word,” Barbara offered, and Jenna supposed that would be the most fitting description, though it wasn't quite the word she would use. It was more like you were on the precipice of finally reaching something that she couldn't define, yet she knew it would be important for you.

“I guess,” but she accepted the description Barbara offered.

Barbara gave her a small smile “So, you are going away for filming, right? That's why you wanted to talk.”

This time next week she would already be in New Zealand, about to start filming X, so that would mean she couldn't see you anytime soon. It was a harsh blow to know that she wouldn’t be able to see you for at least a month and a half from now. She didn't think she would be hearing your voice, and while it felt so good while it lasted, it just reopened that wound on her heart, caused by all the longing within her. She missed you so much, but she still wanted your first contact again to be face to face, and in a way she was afraid of your reaction; even if Barbara and Enrique have been telling her that it would be fine, that you still loved her.

“Well at least you’ll both be free after that and then you can figure out when and how to meet up,” that was a comforting thought, that after the filming was done for both of you, you would have the time and space and could actually talk things through. Maybe even find a way to get back to the way things were before because she desperately needed you back in her life.

“How should I approach it?” Jenna asked timidly.

Barbara put a finger on her chin, seemingly thinking about it. “Well, first of all you need to book an entire restaurant, and you have to arrange for a car to come and pick her up, and make sure there are flowers and cookies, and a good movie and some music. Y/N just adores heartbreaking love songs, they need to have soul crushingly depressing lyrics, by the way,” and then she burst out laughing because Jenna was seriously listening to her. “I'm messing with you, Jenna. Just show up. Just like you told me: ‘Hey, can we meet up, I want to talk,’ do the same thing with her. Or if you really don't want to send that message and you want the first thing you tell her to be face to face, then you tell me and I'll bring her somewhere so you can do that. That’s all Y/N wants, just you.”

And that comforted her a lot, that at the end of the day it didn't matter how she would show up, in front of you as long as she did come to talk. “Can we actually fix this?” Jenna asked because Barbara was the only one who knew you enough to give her that answer.

“12 hours,” Barbara said and then just completely stopped. Jenna just raised an eyebrow, not getting what that mean, so Barbara sighed and continued. “That's how long it'll take the two of you to end up in her bed naked, and very thankful the walls of this apartment are thick, not that you'll notice, because you'll be in the throes of passion. I'm telling you right now, that's gonna happen,” she said it with a completely blank face and somehow Jenna got even redder than before, unable to actually respond to that claim in any way.

~X~

With the vacation over, it was time to go back to work, and that meant going straight from Japan to New York to start filming The Daughter, and the first thing you did would perhaps make or break the rest of the process. Everything in the movie rested on the chemistry between you and Hugh, and the first scene had to start building that.

“Action!” you heard from behind the doors. You relaxed your posture, hung your head a bit and made it seem like you had the weight of the world on top of your shoulders, and you were just tired of it. And it wasn't difficult to get into that mental state. You opened the doors with an unscripted sigh, giving away how tired your character must be feeling as you tossed the bag onto the floor and just kicked your sneakers off, not even bothering to put them away properly. Your character was supposed to think she would come back home to an empty apartment, and you already made your way to your character's bedroom instead of at least glancing in the kitchen and the living room.

“Nicole!” you heard Laura's voice from the living room and froze momentarily, almost stumbling over your feet as you scrambled back to put your sneakers away properly and grab your bag. You let the panic in your eyes show well enough without overplaying it.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, and then took a deep breath as if pumping yourself up to put on a façade. “Hey mom, shouldn't you be at work?” you asked as you leaned into the living room, showcasing the distance between the characters with a wide shot of the living room, with just your head and fingers of your left hand visible, as well as the hint of your bag hanging from your shoulder.

“I came early,” Laura smiled at you, and the smile was perfect, the pain and uneasiness hidden behind the unconditional love of a parent, it was all there in that quick moment that she would be in the focus.

“You arrived,” you tightened your grip on to the doorframe and flinched as if you were about to fall, and then you looked back to see Hugh coming out of the bathroom. You looked back at the hall, where his shoes were and then just looked at him again, as if trying to make sure he was actually there. “Dad?” you said in disbelief, and Hugh looked like he was stuck between being happy to see you and unsure what to expect from you. You leaned away from the doorframe, guarder, tense as you studied him, just as unsure of what to expect as he was.

“Your mom told me you've been skipping school, and I figured we could talk,” he said, and your entire demeanor changed as you glared at him. “Nicole,” Hugh called your character's name, and you tighten your jaw, starting to open your mouth to speak several times, before just giving up and relaxing.

“Sure, come on in,” you said motioning toward your room, there was no bounce to your steps and just for a moment you met Laura's eyes, and she just looked away as if silently saying sorry to you. You just closed your eyes for a moment, briefly letting the pain show on your face while neither Hugh nor Laura could see. As you let Hugh into the room you went and tossed the bag on your bed, not caring when you slightly missed, and it fell to the floor. You didn’t even wince at the slight mess in the room.

Hugh turned on the lights and walked by you, then he just picked your bag up, placing it on the bed with care, while you slumped into your chair. “You should keep your room tidy, when I was your age everything had to be spotless,” Hugh said and picked up an empty bottle of juice your character left lying there at some point.

“You should remember you have a daughter a bit more often, and yet here we are,” you fired back and Hugh’s eyes immediately met yours, only for you to look away and mumble a ‘Sorry’ under your breath.

Hugh sat down on your bed, and you just leaned back, not even looking at him. “I know we haven't spent a lot of time together lately, and I've been thinking that maybe you would like to spend some time with me, meet your baby brother. We can catch up and see how it works out?” he suggested and you looked at him for a moment.

“What about school?” you asked, sure your character didn't go to school for the past month, but it was still the middle of the year.

“We'll figure something out, enroll you in another school. Have you start over,” Hugh said and you nodded not really caring either way.

“Cut!” the director yelled and you and Hugh visibly relaxed. “That's what I wanted! Great job you two! You as well Laura!” he approached you and Hugh. “Hugh, you were right, Y/N can pull this off!” Florian patted you and Hugh on the shoulders and called you over to go over the next scene because the approach he took was to talk to both of you, or the actors involved in the scene, through it and try to explain all the emotions involved in it, as well as let you give him any input you might have as well.

Overall, even though the subject of the movie would be rather heavy, you wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. And from the look in Hugh’s eyes, you figured he felt the same.

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starrdream · 4 months ago

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Save a horse ride a cowboy pt.4

farmboy!Anakin x f!reader summary: Spending the summer at your grandparents' ranch doesn't seem so bad after meeting the boy who works for them. includes: fluff

It had been a day since you gave Anakin the bracelet.

You kept your distance, making sure to keep things casual, as if you hadn’t spent hours overthinking the whole thing.

But Anakin had been quieter, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that things between you two were still off. The way he’d acted when he wore the bracelet—that softness in his eyes, had you wondering if maybe, just maybe, he actually cared about this whole thing.

But every time you tried to speak to him, he’d shrug it off.

So, here you were. Standing in front of him at sunset.

You knew you couldn’t leave things like this. You weren’t going to pretend that nothing had happened. But you also couldn’t stand the thought of not clearing the air.

Anakin looked up, his eyes briefly flicking to the bracelet still wrapped around his wrist. He didn’t say anything. Just raised an eyebrow at you.

"Can we talk?" you asked, trying to sound casual but your voice wavered.

He gave a slow nod, his eyes never leaving you. The way he looked at you made your stomach twist.

"Sure."

You both ended up sitting on the hood of his truck, side by side, staring out at the open field as the last of the sun dipped behind the horizon.

The silence between you two was thick. It wasn’t awkward, not really. But it felt like the kind of silence where you were both waiting for the other to say something first.

It was you who finally broke it. Your voice was soft, almost like you didn’t want to push him, but needed to clear the air too.

You took a deep breath. "Listen, about that night… I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It wasn’t about the hat or anything-"

He cut you off. "It’s fine. I get it. I wasn’t expecting you to act all warm and fuzzy just ‘cause I handed you a cowboy hat."

"No." You said, shaking your head. "It wasn’t about that. I guess… I’ve just been all over the place lately. And I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that."

Anakin was quiet for a moment, then sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck and finally, slowly, spoke. "I get it. You know, I haven’t exactly been… great either. I’ve been avoiding you."

"What do you mean?" You frown.

"I was being a dick." He leaned back on his hands. "I didn’t want to make it weird, but... you know what? It already was. And I didn’t want to mess up the one good thing we’ve had."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t let him see it. Instead, you turned your head toward him, your voice quieter now. "What do you mean by ‘good thing’?"

Anakin looked at you, his eyes softening, almost like he was trying to find the right words.

"The friendship, I guess." He hesitated, then added, "And the—" he paused, clearing his throat, "the other thing, too."

The air between you felt heavier now. It wasn’t just the fake dating or the bracelet-it was the thing neither of you had ever admitted out loud. The thing you both knew had been there all along but refused to address.

"I didn't like how you said it was a friendship bracelet..I don't think we're just friends, y/n. We can't be.." He trails off, looking around. The honesty in his voice is terrifying.

"I.." You start, but he cuts you off.

"We’re good now, right?"

You nod, a little overwhelmed by the weight of everything finally coming together. "Yeah. We’re good."

"About, um, the thing you said.." You remind him.

Anakin just looks away from you, clearly not wanting eye contact.

"I get it if you don't-if you're not really.." He trails off again.

"No, no." You find yourself reaching for his shoulder, turning him toward you. "I do..I do like you..I just, I mean I'm only here for the summer."

"I know. So am I, but, make the most of it, right?" His face was half blank half sad but you swear you've heard a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Right..Make the most of it." You crack a smile and so does he.

"So cowboys do do it better, huh?" He chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him.

You break out in a laugh and shove him playfully.

"Alright, alright," he says with a smirk. "I’ve got to admit, I missed you. A little."

You narrow your eyes at him "A little? That’s all I get after all that drama?"

He shrugs, pretending to look serious. "Well, you were kinda being a pain, so I figured I’d give you a little space. You know, let you come crawling back."

“Oh, really?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “I was crawling back to you? I thought you were the one who needed some space.”

Anakin grins, leaning closer. "Oh, I definitely needed space. But only because I was worried I’d get so charmed by you that I wouldn’t be able to stop. You know, self-control and all."

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Please. Self-control? You’ve barely got control over is your hair, everything else is chaos."

Anakin laughs, his hand brushing through his hair, clearly pleased with himself. "Hey, I’ll have you know, this hair takes work."

"Uh-huh." You tease. "I’m sure it does. But what about that personality of yours? Must take even more effort, huh?"

"Oh, burn." Anakin says, holding a hand to his chest in mock hurt. "That’s cold. I thought we were in this together."

You shrug dramatically. "I’m just calling it like I see it, cowboy. If the hat fits, wear it."

He chuckles, leaning in a little closer. "You know, you’re lucky I like you. Otherwise, I’d be offended."

You grin, stepping back just a little. "Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get over it. I’m very easy to forgive."

Anakin raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How easy is it to forgive someone who tried to leave you hanging for days?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, you mean when you were avoiding me? I’m not forgiving you for that-just tolerating it for now."

He smirks, pushing you lightly. "Tolerating? Is that all? Well, if that’s the case, I guess I’ll have to try a little harder to win you over."

"Good luck with that." you say with a playful glance. "You’re gonna need it."

Anakin chuckles, his arm still around your shoulders. "Don’t worry. I’m pretty good at making up for my mistakes. Just wait until I wow you next time."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Just don’t do anything ridiculous like getting a new hat or something. I don’t think I can handle that."

You pull away with a mock frown. "I don’t know what’s worse. Your hair or your ego."

He raises an eyebrow. "Careful, I’ll start thinking you’re just playing hard to get."

And for the first time in days, it’s all jokes, teasing, and real smiles.

The whole series here

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 6 months ago

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Love To Watch You Leave: Part 3

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Eventual Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol, Military Inaccuracies

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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You and Bradley sat on your porch with a notepad and pen that Thursday, your legs crossed as you swung on the hanging bench and Bradley’s dangling as he balanced on the porch railing.

“Ok, soooo… rule number one can be, no kissing?” You suggested.

Bradley thought about it for a second, “Won’t that seem suspicious?” He asked.

You shrugged, “No I don’t think so, a lot of people don’t kiss in public.”

“Not even a little peck, just for show?” He made kissing sounds, his eyes closed as he leaned towards you.

You grimaced, your flat palm landing on his face and shoving him away.

“Stop messing around.”

“Jeez, sorry. Is it the moustache? I can shave it if you like.” You knew he was joking, but you were beginning to notice that adult Bradley wasn’t quite as unbearable or awful as young Bradley had been. That didn’t change the fact that you held some animosity for how he’d treated you. He still hasn’t apologised after all.

You gave him an exasperated look.

“Okay, okay… what’s rule number 2?” He held his hands up in defeat.

You tapped your pen against the note pad, “How about no talking badly about each other behind our backs? We’ve got to act like an actual couple after all, so don’t be too gooey, but… just say nice things?”

Bradley nodded, “To an extent. I mean normal couples still have their gripes. Like ‘oh he snores too much’ or ‘she spends all my money on shoes’.”

You wrote that down, “Yeah that’s true, ok so we’ll just be reasonable, but nothing too harsh, okay? We don’t wanna be ruining each others reputations.”

The two of you spent the next hour or so jotting down rules, and then Bradley got up to go home and pack last minute. He bounced down the steps and then turned back to look at you.

He had a small grin on his face, “So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘babe’?”

You couldn’t help but grin, “Don’t be late, ‘honey’.”

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The next day rolled around quickly, and you sprung out of bed and got yourself ready for the weekend ahead.

The drive was a good hour and a half so you threw on a t-shirt, your softest grey sweatshirt, some cycling shorts and your comfy white tennis shoes. You could change once you got there, but you didn’t want to get stuck in traffic wearing some uncomfortable dress.

After some light makeup, you brushed your teeth and your hair and put your bags by the front door.

“I’ll say bye now, mom. Bradley should be over in a few minutes.” You said, as she sat reading her book on the couch.

“Ok my love, have a good weekend. Let me know when you get there?”

You gave her a kiss on her head and squeezed her arm, “Will do. Love you mom.”

“Love you more!”

Bradley was only 2 minutes late, likely having overslept slightly, his hair still mussed and his voice deep and scratchy.

“Hey, sorry. Where are your bags?” He said, flustered as he jogged up the steps.

You grabbed them and handed one to Bradley.

Bradley held his other hand out for the second bag.

“I can take this one.” You insisted.

“No, starting now I’m your boyfriend, so… let me take your bags.” He held his palm out.

“Technically you’re not my boyfriend for another hour and a half, but… thank you.” You handed him the second bag and followed him to the Bronco.

The drive was mostly silent, but you preferred it that way. You liked to just listen to the music blaring over the radio while you watched the stunning scenery as you drove along the coast.

Every 10 minutes or so, one of you would say something along the lines of “can I skip this song?” Or “did you remember to pack your toothbrush?”

Eventually you pulled up outside of a huge beach house, made up of the larger main house and a second (still pretty large) guest house. It was surrounded by a sprawling green lawn that lead to a small cliff, the beach and ocean only a short few steps down the side.

“Wow.” You breathed, “I’m really nervous now.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Bradley murmured as he looked up at the house.

“Ok, as soon as we step out of this car, we have to be nice to one another, got it?” You eyed him up.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

Climbing out of the car, you looked around at the many guests who had already arrived, sipping morning mimosas on the lawn and mingling, your stomach began to bubble with nerves.

Bradley grabbed all of the bags from the car just as the front door swung open.

Lieutenant Commander Harris came bounding down the front steps excitedly.

“Ah! My friends, how good to see you! Leave those, we’ll handle the bags. Go and grab yourself a drink.” He shook Bradley’s hand and pulled you in for a hug, far more friendly than you remembered.

You and Bradley stood awkwardly apart, and Harris eyed you up for a moment.

Suddenly Bradley remembered and he quickly stepped towards you, a heavy arm wrapping around your shoulder. You forced a smile and wrapped an arm around Bradley’s waist.

“Thank you again for having us! We’re very excited to meet everyone.” You lied.

Harris and what you could only imagine was either his Butler or a Caterer grabbed your bags, and he grinned up at you. “It’s going to be a great party! I’ll catch up with you both shortly.” And with that he disappeared into the guest house, leaving you and Bradley awkwardly holding one another.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sighed.

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The first few hours passed without much incident. You and Bradley hadn’t had to touch each other much thanks to having to meet so many new people. Most of the morning compromised of walking around and introducing yourself to people and chit chatting in between mimosas. By lunch time, everyone had been seated at a very long table, all of the men on the one side and the women on the other, so you hadn’t had to keep up appearances then either. It was only by mid afternoon that you had to start acting.

Everyone had spread out on the lawn with more people arriving every hour, and after several drinks and different levels of drunkenness, people started to probe.

“So how long have you two been together?” Someone had asked.

“Uhh…” you hadn’t discussed your back story, shit.

You and Bradley answered at the same time.

“3 months-“

“-6 months.”

You looked at one another in horror, then Bradley chuckled, pulling you into his side.

“No, you’re right honey, I always lose track of time. 6 months.” He confirmed with a smile.

“Oh how adorable! So still in the honeymoon phase, huh?” The woman winked.

You laughed uncomfortably, “Yeah, we just… can’t get enough.”

Once the woman had left, you took a breather, “That was close. Maybe we should come up with a back story?”

“Yeah, how about-“ but Bradley was quickly interrupted as more people began to speak to you, and again the same arm came to wrap around your shoulder and the lies began to flow, you were worried you would lose track.

You excused yourself to go and grab a couple of drinks from the beverage table, leaving Bradley to mingle. You breathed out a heavy sigh under the bright decorative lighting, your nerves set, and you quickly downed a glass of white wine, grimacing at the taste but relishing the warmth that spread through you, before pouring another for sipping and grabbing Bradley a bottle of beer. You were about to turn around, when you heard the most grating voice you think you’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing. A super high pitched, squeaky giggle followed by, “Oh my lord, Bradley! What are you doing here?”

You turned around, already annoyed to find a stunning red head hanging off of Bradley’s arm. His face a picture of ‘oh hell, how do I get out of this’.

“Hey, Angie.” He pulled his arm from her tight grasp, his eyes shooting over to you.

You took the hint to hurry up and quickly walked over, handing Bradley his beer.

None of you said anything for a second, until Bradley stepped purposefully on your foot.

“Uh. Hey, honey. Who’s your friend?” You stumbled out.

“Y/N, sweetheart, this is Angie, my ex that I was telling you about?” He clenched his jaw.

Suddenly you felt hot, tiny tendrils of… jealously? No, annoyance, taking a hold of you.

“Ah yes, Annie-“

“Angie.” She corrected, her toothy smile all but gone now.

“Angie. Nice to finally meet you.” Your fake smile honed to perfection now. “Bradley has told me all about you.”

Awkward silence filled the air.

You nodded, “So… I guess we should probably go and change, right my… love?” Ooph, that one was more of a struggle to get out.

“Yes, you’re right! Almost forgot we were still in our peasant clothes.” He joked nervously.

You rolled your eyes as you turned around, taking Bradley’s hand and pulling him behind you towards the guest house, as Angie watched you disappear, an indiscernible look on her face.

As soon as you were inside your assigned bedroom, you slammed the door shut and pressed your back up against it.

“Ok that was a disaster. We need to get our story straight.” You planted a hand over your eyes as you panted anxiously.

“Hey, calm down, it wasn’t that bad.”

Bradley chuckled, walking up to you and pulling you in for a hug. Your face was buried in his chest, you calmed down for just a second, before realising how weird this was.

You pushed him off of you, “Why are you hugging me? We don’t hug.”

“Sorry, force of habit.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Let’s just get showered and changed, hopefully everyone will be too drunk to notice our shoddy lies when we get back.”

You both took turns showering, and you slipped into your stunning yellow dress, redoing your makeup and hair.

Bradley stepped out of the bathroom in a billow of steam, towel wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t help but stare at his wet pecks, and how drops of water trailed down into his v-line. You hadn’t realised how well Bradley had aged until now.

“You’re staring.” He smirked.

“Am not. Just wondering what kind of a state you’ve left the bathroom in.”

“Well, you look nice, you always did love yellow.” He stated, grabbing his dress pants and white shirt off the bed.

“And you know that how?” You chuckled, looking at him in the mirror as you swiped on some mascara.

“You always wore it, and your mom mentioned it once, I guess.”

You stood up straight and turned to face him, “Nice of you to remember. This doesn’t look too much?”

He shook his head, “No, you’ll fit right in. Your straps are uneven though.”

“Oh?” You tried to get a look over your shoulder but your view was obstructed and the mirror was too high to offer much help.

“Here, let me.” He said walking behind you. As he moved your hair over your shoulder, his fingers brushed softly against your skin, and again as he adjusted your dress straps, and you swore you felt the back of his knuckle gently brush down the length of your exposed back. You drew a sharp breath, annoyed that it had filled you with the tiniest amount of curiosity and pleasure.

“All done.” He said softly in your ear.

“Thanks.” You smiled awkwardly, turning to face him. “You’d better hurry up and get dressed, we’re gonna be late for dinner.”

Bradley nodded, taking a step back, “Just give me 5 minutes.”

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Bradley was true to his word, and 5 minutes later he emerged from the bathroom. He looked handsome, you couldn’t deny it. He definitely wasn’t the lanky, dark haired, pale boy you hated throughout your childhood. At least not on the outside.

“You clean up good, Bradshaw.” You smiled, sticking your elbow out.

“Thanks ‘honey’, shall we get out there and lie our pants off?” He grinned, hooking his arm into yours.

“Please, please keep your pants on.”

Outside it had now gotten dark, and mostly everyone was dressed in their lovely evening attire, even the pretty red head with the annoying voice.

“Oh there you two are! I was starting to get lonely.” She pouted dramatically, hooking her arm through Bradley’s. Her red dress beautifully complimented her hair, you felt the slightest tinge of jealously, but quickly remembered Bradley wasn’t even yours in the first place.

“I’m just gonna go and top up our drinks.” You excused yourself and hurried away, unsure you could keep a straight face around Angie.

You could hear her giggling and chatting away, and you tried hard to busy yourself.

You suddenly felt a gentle bump into your side, and you looked up to see a very apologetic bespectacled man.

“Oh I’m so sorry ma’am! I… I didn’t see you, I think maybe I’ve had too many of these mimosas.” His slight Southern twang coming through.

You chuckled softly as you straightened up, “That’s okay, how many have you had?” You asked, your hand shooting out to steady him as he wobbled slightly.

“Three.” He replied sheepishly, his cute face scrunching up under his glasses.

“Is that all?” You giggled, “Want some water?” You began to pour some in a glass for him.

“Thank you. Probably a good idea. I don’t usually drink much, if you can’t already tell.” He took the glass from you and began sipping.

“I’m Bob. Sorry for bumping into you.” He said again, sticking out a hand.

You shook it, “I’m Y/N. It’s really no problem.”

Bradley suddenly appeared in between you and Bob, his arm wrapping around your satin waist.

“Hey beautiful, need a hand with our drinks?” He said a fraction louder than he needed to.

“Err… yeah, please.” You handed his drink to him, and you picked up two glasses of wine, one of which you’d give to Angie just to keep her mouth busy so she’d shut up.

“Nice to meet you Bob.” You smiled at him as Bradley lured you away, his big hand sprawled protectively across your lower back.

“And you!” Bob called, “Nice to see you again, Rooster.”

Bradley ignored him, and you looked up at his stoney expression with confusion.

“You know him? He’s cute. Maybe you can introduce us when this is all over.” You grinned playfully.

“No.” Bradley mumbled.

You stopped dead in your tracks, causing Bradley to do the same.

“What’s up with you, Brad?” You asked, looking up at him, holding out the glasses in your hands awkwardly.

“You’re not acting like a particularly good girlfriend right now, Y/N.”

“So? We’re breaking up tomorrow, remember? Plus, I’ve not been nearly as bad as you, with her hanging off of you since we got down here.”

“That’s not the point.” He said taking you by the crease of your arm and pulling you to a quiet corner of the lawn.

“Forget about Angie, I don’t care about her. We really need to make this believable, at least just for tonight. For the sake of our careers.” He was now towering over you, his head stooped low as he whispered.

“Okay. What do you want to do?” You whispered back. You could smell his cologne.

“Can we pretend to be more in love or something?” He smelt so good.

You nodded, “Yeah, okay. How?”

“I have an idea, do you trust me? I might need to break a rule.” This immediately snapped you out of the weird little trance you were in.

“Wait, which rule?”

Bradley took your wine glasses and put them on a nearby table with his beer bottle, then he returned and took your hand, pulling you out to the edge of the cliff.

“Which rule, Bradley? You aren’t going to throw me to my death, are you?” You were suddenly a little anxious, had this all just been a big ploy to exact his evil plan and get rid of you once and for all? Was he still just the same Bradley as before?

When he ignored you and came to stand on the small cliff edge, your heart began to race. “Seriously, what are you gonna do?”

He turned to face you with a small grin, “Just wait until more people look over and then… just trust me.”

Weirdly, despite everything, you sort of did trust him, so you nodded.

Bradley waited, and he watched over your shoulder, waiting for just the right amount of witnesses. He waited some more.

Just as you were getting fed up with waiting, Bradley’s big hands came up to cup your face, and you gulped.

Stooping over you, he dipped his head slowly and his full, soft lips landed on yours.

You gasped, probably audibly, but quickly you relaxed into it, realising it really wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be kissing Bradley.

After a few seconds, he pulled away just a fraction. “You need to move, people are gonna think I’m kissing a corpse.” He mumbled, a slight grin on his face. You realised you had been so surprised you hadn’t moved your arms and they lay by your side, dangling.

He pressed his lips back to yours, and you moved your arms to wrap around his neck as he leaned you back slightly.

There was some cat calling and whistling from the people out on the lawn, and one “Ohhh how romantic!”

Your face began to flush in embarrassment, so you pulled away and smoothed your dress out, before clearing your throat.

You looked at Bradley and nodded, “Thanks.”

You began to walk back to the party with Bradley on your tail, “Thanks?” He smirked.

“Yup, that’ll do it.” You flushed awkwardly, you couldn’t believe you had just kissed your life long nemesis, and what’s worse is that it really wasn’t bad, at all.

You quickly downed another glass of wine, hoping for a little Dutch courage. Bradley eyed you up and was just about to say something, when someone called him over. He looked at you once more, before he excused himself and you nodded, sort of relieved.

You turned to eye up the second drink, your legs somewhat wobbly from the breathtaking kiss, when Angie practically sprinted over to you, her face a mixture of anxiety and remorse.

You looked at her with wide eyes, surprised.

“Girl, I really really need to talk to you. In private.”

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- Part 4 Here -

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twstfanblog · 4 months ago

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Hi, if requests are still open, I was wondering if you could do one with Sebek where the he and the reader/ yuu are just talking about books, and Sebek sorta forgets that we/ yuu aren't from twisted wonderland and asks us how we've never heard of some really popular book, before having to be reminded about that fact when reader/ yuu just gives him a look that say "I'm not from here," and just back tracking with an apology, because we all know he would apologise profusely for forgetting something like that, and just something really fluffy where the two of them are in the library in the town near the school on the weekend.

If not, that's totally okay. Have a good day/ night and drink some water.💚💚💚💚

Library Date

Sebek x Reader

While the NRC library was much bigger than the local library of Sage Town, it was still the perfect location for the prefect and Sebek's reading dates. Every third weekend, they would get dressed in casual clothing and take the long bus ride down the mountain. A quick walk around the downtown area, a trip to the boba shop, and ending in a reserved private reading room until the last bus back to NRC came.

They would spend hours in comfortable silence together, reading through their tall book piles. While Sebek was delighted by fictional scandals of lords and ladies, the prefect normally chose non-fiction or educational books about the world around them. Though, on this library date, Sebek had proposed they do a genre switch.

The book the prefect had picked was informational; an etiquette guide of various dining customs around the world. He's not sure when he would ever use the knowledge, but any and all information he gained as Malleus’s retainer was nothing but helpful. He looked up from the text, a smile on his face that quickly fell at seeing the prefect's expression.

"Dear? Are you okay?" He looked at the cover of the book in their hands, brows furrowed, "Do you not like it...?"

"I do. It's just...I guess I'm confused? I'm halfway through, but people keep getting introduced, and I have no idea who any of them are. Like, this ship just appeared, and everyone got super excited, and then the next chapter happened. And suddenly, this James character is there? Who is that?"

"..." Sebek's face pinches together, his expression befuddled, "Captain James Hook? The pirate captain who ferries travelers to the second star to the right? How do you not know about him? He's a well-known figure in children's literature!"

The prefect sat, blinking nonchalantly as Sebek went on and on about the disservice of their choices in reading material. They leaned back in their chair, hands folding in front of them as he entered into a passionate speech on the many bedtime stories about Captain James and his pirate-like adventures.

A librarian has leaned their head in, angrily shushing Sebek who nearly shushed back. It wasn't enough to stop his rant, but his voice lowered considerably.

Sighing, Sebek shook his head, "Honestly, dear, how do you not know of him? Even Silver and I were read his books in the remote lands of Briar Valley-"

"Sebek, what's the name of my hometown?"

"..." The half-fae pulled a confused look, but seeing how deadpanned his partner was he thought it over. The name of Yuu's hometown was simple to pronounce, yet hard to remember. The names of places from their world were so odd yet familiar that it-

...

The tips of Sebek's ears started to turn red. Taking a deep breath, he picked his book back up and hid his face within the pages, "...Sorry."

"It's ok."

"I forgot."

"I assumed as much."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"No, you shouldn't have." The Prefect reached across the table, gently tucking their fingers between Sebek's iron grip and the book cover as a way to hold his hand, "But I forgive you because I love you."

Sebek's red face peaked from behind the book, a small, goofy smile spreading his lips, "Thank you..."

"Though, to be fair. We do have Captain Hook in my world too."

"Wait, what?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #requests

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kanerallels · 2 months ago

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RebelCaptain "and they lived" au? And/or "had a special but forgotten meeting as children" au (is that a thing xD) 🥺 Happy Star Wars Day!

OHHHHH FRIEND. That is DEFINITELY a thing and it happens to be a thing I DEEPLY LOVE so I hope you enjoy this:

“Our contact is on Pantora.”

“Pantora?” Jyn sounded taken aback, and Cassian glanced at her.

“You know it?”

She nodded, slowly. “My—I’ve been there before. When I was little. I only remember parts of it.”

When she was little. So with her parents, Cassian guessed, and didn’t press the issue. “Well, you’re about to go there again. Should be a quick in and out mission. The contact will leave the intel at a dead drop spot, and we’ll pick it up. Got it?”

Jyn nodded, her expression going serious, the way it always did before a mission. “Got it.”

They came out of hyperspace above Pantora minutes later, and had landed within half an hour. It was odd, Cassian reflected, how a place came back to you, even if you’d only been there once or twice, far younger.

He’d been to Pantora on a few runs with Maarva and Clem, when he wasn’t much older than seventeen, to sell what they’d scavenged. Apparently they’d had a good buyer there, because it hadn’t been near Ferrix. But whoever had bought from them paid well enough that they’d returned quite a few times.

Now, he wondered who it was. If they’d been connected to the contact they were following up with, or if it was just a coincidence. Less and less seemed that way these days—but despite Chirrut’s best attempts, Cassian usually wasn’t one to believe in fate, or the will of the Force. Not most days, anyways.

As they moved through the streets, he saw Jyn looking around, studying the sturdy but beautiful buildings around them. Pantora wasn’t Naboo or Alderaan in its natural beauty, and it certainly wasn’t Coruscant, but there was still something about it. Or maybe it was just the memories Cassian saw in so many of the street corners.

“See anything you remember?” he asked as Jyn paused, studying a tea shop thoughtfully.

“I think…we stopped there,” she said, voice distant. “I didn’t like the tea I got, so Papa drank it for me, and promised to get me another treat. Mama said he’d spoil me, but…I remember her smiling.” She shook her head, glancing at Cassian as if waiting for a reprimand, a reminder that they should focus.

He didn’t want to offer one. He wanted to say that they could stop on the way back, have tea, and spend a little time looking for more memories of the family she’d lost far too young. He understood what that was like.

But he also knew they had a contact to meet and an Empire to avoid, and with Skywalker’s destruction of the Death Star things were more dangerous than ever.

So he met her gaze, let her see that he wasn’t impatient or judgemental, then quietly said, “This way. We’ll cut through the square.”

She nodded, the smallest hint of a smile turning up the corner of her mouth, and they kept going.

The square was another one of those uniquely beautiful places on Pantora. For one thing, it was an actual square—a wide expanse in the middle of all the buildings and shops of bricks, bracketed in by flowering trees and lined with benches, a fountain in the middle. The bricks that made up the pavement were brightly colored, and asymmetrical in shape, like each one had been handcrafted by someone different. It was a patchwork of colors, and Cassian remembered Maarva had loved it.

He felt himself slow a little as he crossed it, almost coming to a stop by the fountain where he’d tossed pebbles—credits were too scarce to waste in water, and pebbles were common enough—just to see the water stir.

As he moved level with the fountain, he sensed the absence of someone at his side. Turning, he saw Jyn had stopped between two of the flowering trees, staring at the brickwork.

Moving back to her side in a few strides, Cassian said, “Hey. Everything good?”

“I…remember this place,” she said in a slow, wondering voice. “I stopped to look at the bricks because they were so pretty, and when I looked up…Mama and Papa were gone.” She looked up at him, brown eyes meeting his, and said, “And then…a boy found me. And helped me.”

For a moment, Cassian didn’t know what she was saying, and then it hit him. Because he remembered this, too.

He was waiting for Maarva and Clem to get back from their meeting, tossing pebbles into the fountain aimlessly. The sunlight was warm on his back, and he’d only been keeping half an eye out for stormtroopers when he saw it.

Or rather, her. A little girl, on her tiptoes, picking flowers from the trees. A brilliant smile lit up her face, like she had no other care in the world. Like the sun above them could never cast a shadow.

It had reminded Cassian of his little sister, who he’d lost, and he’d watched just a heartbeat longer than he usually would have.

Which had turned out to be a good thing. Because the next thing he knew, an Imperial patrol was marching into the square. Everyone else knew to move, to keep their heads down. But the little girl didn’t move. Her head held high, she kept about her business, and Cassian had known it was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, one of the passing troopers pushed roughly past her, and she felt with a cry, the flowers she held scattering to the wind. Cassian had been on his feet before he knew what he was doing. Closing the distance between them, he’d pulled the girl to her feet and out of sight behind the fountain, away from the Imperials.

She wasn’t crying, even though the heels of her hands were scraped, and there were tears in her eyes. She looked angry, more than anything else. “You okay?” Cassian asked her, kneeling in front of her, and she nodded in a little jerk.

“They made me drop my flowers,” she said, her crisp Core World accent sharp in every syllable, and Cassian wondered who this girl was, what she was doing here. Where her parents were.

“I know,” he said. “But you can still see them in the trees.”

“It’s not fair,” she muttered, blinking hard.

“They never are.”

“They should be.”

Cassian had to smile at her vehemence. “They should. Maybe the only way to make things fair is to do it yourself.”

She nodded, ever so serious as she blinked away the tears, and Cassian asked, “Do you know where your parents are?”

She shook her head. “They were walking ahead, and I wanted to look at the trees. So I stayed here.”

Not a hint of fear in her voice, and Cassian couldn’t help but admire it a little. “Let’s go find them,” he said, and she took his hand without prompting.

Maarva and Clem had been furiously worried when he got back. But it was worth it to see the little girl’s delight when she saw her parents. None of her emotions seemed mild—all bright and crackling like lightning. And her parents were equally relieved to see her, her father sweeping her into his arms.

He’d left them like that, remembering the little girl’s bravery and ferocity. But only for a little while. Soon the memory faded away. Until then.

Cassian stared at Jyn, seeing the echo of the little girl she’d been in her eyes. Still fierce, still brave. “That was you,” he said slowly.

A breeze caught a few of the petals and tangled them in her hair as she nodded. “It was. I remember telling my papa how nice you were…” she trailed off, and Cassian could see a hundred unspoken thoughts in her eyes. “You came for me, even then.”

“I always will.” The words slipped out, simple and true as all the other things he’d never said, but always meant. There seemed to be far too many, and he couldn’t carry them all forever.

A smile crossed her face. “I know.”

Another heartbeat passed, and then Jyn spoke, her tone back to normal. “We should keep moving.” Before Cassian could even move, she had, stepping past him and sweeping her hair back behind her ears, sending the loose petals scattering to the ground.

Cassian caught one as it fell, and tucked it into his pocket.

#thanks for the ask!!#rebelcaptain #may the fourth asks #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #i REALLY liked this one not gonna lie. turned out pretty well

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pupyuj · 2 years ago

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→ “dress.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— you thought it was about time that you gift yujin a special present, especially after all she has done for you and given to you...

word count: 8.7k.

dynamic: dom!sugar mommy!ahn yujin x sub!sugar baby!reader.

content warnings: smut, use of strap-on, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, edging, praise kink, mommy kink, degradation, spanking, spitting.

requested ? : nope.

a/n: THIS ONE TOOK FOREVERRRR i'm glad to be finally letting it fly 🤓

gift giving had to be your favorite love language. it’s the way your friends’ face lit up whenever they receive something they like from you. their smile, the way they would immediately hug you — it made your heart feel full. sure, the money you used was barely yours but technically, you did have to ‘work’ to get said money. your friends never questioned how you could easily buy them expensive jewelry and clothes at the drop of the hat and you were thankful, because you haven’t got the slightest idea as to how to explain to them that you have a sugar mommy.

and that it’s the very same sugar mommy that you ditched movie night with them for. instead of snuggling with your friends in a pillow fort watching bad 90’s movies, you were sitting at a lavish five-star restaurant that served exquisite french cuisine. and the pretty woman staring intently at you right across the table, wearing a loose suit that looked way too good on her? ahn yujin.

older, mature, clever, and roguishly handsome as much as she is beautiful, ahn yujin was simply an irresistible woman. she was charming, and had given you butterflies in a way nobody ever has when she first approached you with her offer—the offer—so naturally, you couldn’t say no. not that you wanted to say no to her anyway. just look at her!

she smiled once you met her eyes, “you didn’t have to doll yourself up for a simple dinner.” she said, taking note of the branded clothes that you wore. her gifts. you looked down at your food bashfully. was it obvious that you poured way too much effort into your appearance? you did spend at least an hour and a half getting ready for this meeting.

“we haven’t seen each other in a while. i wanted to look good for you.” you confessed, blushing.

“well, you look beautiful,” yujin says as she reached for your hand across the table. you muttered a small ‘thank you’, gently squeezing her hand. “although, had i known that you would do all this just for me, i would have picked you right up from your door instead of letting you take a taxi.”

you shook your head, “you just got off work, and i live on the other side of the city. i didn’t want to tire you out, mo— yujin.” you cleared your throat, hoping that the guests in the nearby tables did not catch on to your slip up. yujin definitely did, seeing the smirk that appeared on her face.

nevertheless, yujin pretends she didn’t hear it. she merely leans back on her seat and crosses her arms, “i guess not. we have a long night ahead of us, don’t we?” she asked. you stared at the suggestive look in her eyes, already feeling your core buzzing from anticipation.

you smiled innocently at her, “indeed.” you agreed, taking a sip of your water.

you couldn’t wait until she takes you to her home.

and just like that, the night went by quickly. after dinner, the two of you decided to take a walk in a park, where you rested quietly on a bench, talking about what each of you had been up to weeks before. the entire time at the park, you couldn’t get over the way yujin’s dark eyes just pierced through you, more than eager to take you home, but she was too much of a gentlewoman to interrupt you while talking.

and of course, when the air got significantly colder, the night finally, finally started. the ride back to yujin’s house (her mansion, actually) was pleasantly quiet with only the soft tunes of the radio filling the silence in the air. yujin had her hand on your thigh, gently caressing your skin with her thumb and totally ignoring the way you occasionally squeezed your thighs together to calm that feeling in your core. towards the end of the ride, you couldn’t resist taking yujin’s hand and kissing it. she quite liked that.

you got some texts from your friends. they were asking if you got home safely from wherever you went and if you had fun, but you really couldn’t be bothered to reply when yujin’s lips were on your neck.

“did you miss me, baby?” she asked between kisses. you were on her lap, trying your hardest not to grind your core on her now exposed thigh because she was taking an excruciatingly long time touching you. it was irritating, but it always started out like this.

frustratingly slow, but so very worth it.

“ye—mhm… yes, mommy.. very much.”

she was leaving marks all over your skin; from your neck, to your collarbone, to your shoulders. she was usually more careful with that whole thing, but after not seeing you for weeks, she couldn’t help herself.

you turned your head to give yujin better access, not at all caring about the questions that might come from people once they see her work. conveniently enough, your phone buzzes. someone was calling.

“hm? who’s riki?” yujin whispered against your skin, glaring at the caller id on your phone.

“a friend… just a friend, mommy.”

“boy?” yujin asked, dark eyes looking up at you.

you nodded, “b-but he’s nothing. he’s not important.” did it hurt you to say that? a lot, yes. did it hurt turning off your phone, ignoring your friend’s call, and kicking it off the bed? oh, yeah. but it made yujin smile, it made her happy. and because of that, you decided that you didn’t care that it hurt.

“i’m all yours, mommy. nothing to worry about.” you reassured her, cupping her cheeks and putting your lips on hers. she returns the kiss, gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer to her. she brushes her tongue along your lips and you open your mouth obediently, moaning at the taste of her tongue.

on yujin’s crotch sat a strap, it was thicker than an average one and colored blue — your favorite. but you didn’t dare to make any movements towards it. as much as you wanted your mommy to pound you, you knew better than to be impatient and test her patience. you knew that yujin would give you anything you want anyway, you just had to wait.

yujin hiked your skirt up to your waist, her other hand making its way up to your thigh and then stopping at your soaked lingerie. she keeps on kissing you and even though your lungs burned for air, you kept the same energy for her. you didn’t want to disappoint her so early in the act.

you felt yujin’s fingers circling your clit gently. too gently.

you broke the kiss, gasping for air. “mmhm… mommyy…” you couldn’t help but whine.

“i know, baby. just be a good girl, m’kay?” yujin smiles at you, a clear message saying that you will be teased like hell tonight. you whined again, shaking your head, but you couldn’t do anything about it. it’s not like you could just push her down on the bed and ride her strap yourself. that would result in a punishment much more painful than being pounded out of your mind, which was being ignored.

“take this off,” yujin said, tugging at your top. obediently, you pulled the clothing over your head, revealing the thin bra that you wore just for yujin. she smiles when she realized your intent. “such a sweet girl. i missed you.” she kisses you again, much more softer this time.

yujin had been gone for a business trip weeks ago and even when she got home, she couldn’t meet up with you due to her busy schedule. and of course, yours as well. you had to suffice with sending her photos and videos of yourself. very rarely did she call you but when she did, you would end the night with your hand inside your shorts, touching yourself while yujin instructed you. none of it was really enough for you, though. even when you came several times during those calls, all you wanted was for yujin to come home and take care of you herself. it was actually a miracle that you managed to hold yourself back from immediately pouncing on her when she took you to her house tonight.

‘my poor mommy,’ you thought to yourself as you threaded yujin’s hair with your fingers while she kissed you. you felt her hands groping your tits and then move to your back to unclasp your bra. as soon as it was off, yujin starts playing with your nipples using her thumbs, smiling in satisfaction when you moaned into her mouth. ‘having to deal with those stupid men from her company for weeks on end.’

‘i’m gonna be really good for her. she deserves that much.’ you decided, throwing your head back in pleasure when yujin captures one of your hard nipples with her warm mouth. she pinches and pulls on the other one with her fingers which only made you tug on her hair a bit and whine. god, you were drenched. and horny to the point where you might just cum from yujin sucking on your breasts. just how much longer was she going to keep you waiting? you just wanted her to fill your holes already.

yujin flicks your hard bud with her tongue, and you grip her hair just a little tighter. yujin releases your nipple with a pop, and immediately repeats the same actions to the other one. one of yujin’s hands slips inside your lingerie and starts massaging your folds, while her other arm kept you close. fuck, it felt embarrassing moaning so loudly when she was barely doing anything but it was so hard keeping any sounds contained inside of you. yujin just made you feel too good.

“are you gonna cum just from this? huh?” yujin asked after a while, looking up at you with a smile. you could only whimper in reply, eyes a bit teary from the desperation. “you’re such a slut. you missed me that much? you’re not gonna wait for mommy’s cock?”

“nn-no… no, i’ll wait… ahh— i’ll wait for mommy…” you promised. she was challenging you. yujin knew from the way you closed your eyes tightly that you were trying your very hardest not to cum. your pride absolutely refused to allow you to, anyway.

yujin grins, “that’s my girl.” she places a kiss on your chest and pulls her hand out of your panties. you pouted, knowing it really will take a while before yujin fills you up. yujin notices this and pats your thigh, “don’t be sad, baby. we’re getting there. come on. on your knees.”

you kneeled down on the carpeted floor in front of her. your face was right in front of her strap, and then it hit you.

yujin chuckles at the way your eyes lit up, “i guess you know what to do, right? i can’t go inside you unless this is all wet.” yujin presses the tip of her strap against your lips and without wasting another second, you took it inside your mouth and started working. you already looked like a desperate whore, why not take it all the way? your eyes flickered up to meet yujin’s, and she was in the process of unbuttoning the white dress shirt she was wearing.

good god was ahn yujin’s body gorgeous. from her round, soft breasts to her perfectly sculpted abs… your clit throbbed just looking at her.

“baby, all of it.” yujin puts a hand on top of your head and pushes your mouth further down on her plastic cock. your hands clutched the bedsheets as you gagged from the size. “look at you sucking it off like it’s the real thing…” yujin says while chuckling. you could care less about how stupid this was — you’d do anything as long as it means getting fucked by yujin faster.

once she was satisfied, yujin pulled your head off the strap by your hair. “i have to admit… this little ‘riki’ boy got me worried about what you might have been doing while i was gone.” she said, pulling your hair down by the back of your head so you’re completely looking up at her.

you shook your head frantically, immediately knowing what she was implying. “no, no, mommy. i would never.”

“really? you’re telling me that you didn’t go around the city looking for someone to fill up that slutty little hole of yours while mommy was at work?” yujin tightens her grip. you could tell she was actually upset by the way her eyes showed zero signs of playfulness. she wasn’t teasing you this time.

“i didn’t. please—” you hissed at the pain. “please believe me. i belong to you, mommy. i promise. i promise.”

why would she even assume that you would even think of letting someone else touch you? even if other people got that chance, which is very fucking unlikely, they wouldn’t be able to make you feel good. nobody knows your body the way yujin does. no one else compares, it’s that simple.

“do you mean that?” yujin asked, her voice now taking on a more softer tone.

“every word.” there was simply no other answer.

yujin grabs your jaw with her free hand, “open up.” and so you do. you opened up your mouth, thinking that yujin was going to use your throat herself but instead, she leans close to your face, and she spits inside your mouth.

yujin quickly closes your jaw with her hand before you could even think of spitting it out, “swallow.” she demands harshly. of course, you had no other choice but to do what she says. you do what you were told, keeping eye contact to prove a point. yujin smiles in satisfaction and pats your cheek, once again happy.

again, you would do anything for yujin.

she lets go of your hair and starts petting your head, “you’ve been a really good girl tonight… wanna get your reward?” she asked.

you perked up, “yes… yes, please.”

yujin nodded her head towards bed and you immediately got up from the floor. your heart was beating erratically. finally. she was finally going to fuck you out of your mind.

you sat on the bed across from yujin, looking up at her. she tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, “you know your safe words, right?” she asked. you nodded, leaning into her touch. of course, despite everything that led up to this moment, yujin will still try to take care of you as much as she could. it makes your heart swell with something. you don’t exactly know what. and do you even want to know?

“tell me.” yujin said, running her thumb across your bottom lip.

“wait,” yujin hums, urging you to continue. “and no more. or i could tap out.”

“good,” yujin brings your face up to her and kisses your lips briefly. “now flip over.” she whispered against your lips. obediently, you did as you were told. yujin held your ass up with one hand and lined up her strap across your dripping, gaping cunt with the other. without warning, yujin plunges half of the cock inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets and gasp loudly.

you turned your head slightly to look at her, and she was smirking down at you. “take it, darling.” was what yujin said before pushing her strap deeper inside of you. you choked out a moan, and buried your head on yujin’s pillow, muffling any other sounds that came out of your mouth. but yujin was quick to grab you hair and pull your head back up, “scream. i want to hear you.”

as yujin thrusted her strap inside of you, slowly but roughly, you didn’t try to hide the sounds that she brought out of you. god knows you both needed this. you’ve gone weeks too long feeling empty, but now yujin was here, really here. she filled you up so well too, always making sure to use the entire strap’s length to penetrate your sweet spots just right. looking at yujin, with her dress shirt open and her black hair a bit of a mess from how roughly she pounded into you… it was enough to send you over the edge but you wanted to enjoy yourself a little longer.

yujin spreads your cheeks, finally picking up her pace and bringing you closer to an early climax. but you refused to give in just like that. yujin hasn’t even gotten started yet, you knew she would be disappointed if you let go of yourself so early. so you held on, completely ignoring the tightening in your abdomen and continuing on taking everything yujin was giving you: from her thrusts, to her hair pulling, her scratchings, and the slaps to your ass.

“if i were given a choice.. shit, baby… i would’ve brought you along with me on that trip,” yujin grips your ass tightly. she was going to leave marks for sure. “you know how much i missed this tight pussy of yours? hm? it was hard—fuck—trying to get through the day without having you writhe under me…” yujin moves down and leans her mouth close to your ear, “i’m gonna ruin you over and over tonight, baby girl. okay?”

god, her words just drove you insane. you nodded your head desperately, “yes, y-yes, mommy..! i’m yours, i’m all yours…”

yujin visits the gym regularly to keep herself healthy. and of course, you would know that because you have, in fact, accompanied her on one of her workout days once and miraculously did not get caught when she fucked you in the locker room. so, basically, it was easy for yujin to manhandle you, especially when you were in such a vulnerable position. she makes sure you were down on your knees instead of just laying down, and whenever you were losing strength in your legs, she keeps you up. you looked at her again, begging her to let you lay down with a look in your eyes but she merely glares at you before continuing to fuck into you like you were a damn fleshlight.

you clutched the bedsheets with a death grip, feeling the familiar pressure in your stomach building up when the strap starts brushing against all of your good spots. yujin would never let you come that easily. but fuck, you didn’t know how long you can keep it up.

“m-mommy…? please… i ha—aghh… i have t-to…”

“no. be a good whore and wait until i tell you when you can.”

you wanted to talk back and get her riled up, but at this point in time, she might just deny you of your release completely.

yujin keeps on thrusting into you in the same, mildly fast pace for minutes on end. every time you were brought closer to your climax, she rips it away completely and ignores your whines. you knew she wanted to make this night last as much as you did but fuck, you didn’t realize she wanted it to drag on! you loved it, of course. yujin was having fun and that all she deserved after weeks and weeks of nothing but work, but on the other hand, you fucking hated it too because you just wanted to cum so bad…

and you really thought she was finally letting you when she hits the spot.

you grabbed onto one of the pillows for dear life, soaking it with your tears. you were so fucking close. you didn’t even know how you’ve managed to hold on until now. “please, mommy..! please, please, plea—”

but all it takes for yujin to shut all your hopes down was to say one simple word, “no.”

fuck. at this point, you didn’t know if you were still moaning from the pleasure, or if you were sobbing from the pain and yujin being stubborn. maybe both. but fuck, you were exhausted and truthfully, a bit scared to make yujin angry so you still. keep. holding on. and it inflated the fuck out of yujin’s ego because wow, the things you would willing go through for her…?

“my obedient little slut… you make mommy so happy,” yujin said. she leans forward, putting her hands down on the bed (one holding down your wrist and the other intertwined with your other hand), and speeds up her thrusts. “you’re really gonna do anything for me, huh?” she says, her hot breath on your ear.

you nodded, leaning against her, “everything, mommy… i’ll do everything…”

“that’s my girl. you always know the right things to say,” she lets go of your wrist and uses her hand to pull your hair back, then she forces you to turn your head and kisses you. she was getting faster, bringing you closer to the edge once again. this time, however, you weren’t going to let her play with you again. you started moving your hips so that you would be fucking yourself into her strap. you feared that yujin might get angry at this but you hear her laugh. “fuck. good girl.” she said and then slaps your ass.

finally, she allows you to lay down. yujin grabs your waist in a tight grip and started moving you. she loved the sight of your ass bouncing as she pounded into you, and the red marks that started to form was an added bonus too. she might come with you at this rate.

“mommy’s gonna make you come real good, okay?” yujin said, peppering your shoulder with kisses while you’re nodding mindlessly. you would agree with anything she asked you, you were completely out of your mind. focused on one thing only. yujin uses her one free hand (she was still holding yours with her other one. she knew it kept you grounded.) and slides two fingers inside your mouth. you sucked on them, moaning and gagging on her long digits before she pulls them out.

yujin reaches down your body, “stay still, baby.” she says before circling your clit with her fingers that were covered in your spit.

you were pretty sure you were hurting yujin with the way you held onto her hand impossibly tight. tears spilled out of your eyes as she kept on pleasuring your clit, making it even more difficult for you to keep your promise of not coming. shit, it was too much. she has never edged you for this long and this intensely before… as bad as that sounded, it brought you comfort and you would be smiling at the thought if you weren’t fucking crying because if anything, this just confirms that yujin really did miss you.

“mommy…! sto—oh, god…!!” you sobbed, shaking your head as you felt yourself slowly losing control. you could feel yujin grinning against your shoulder. what a dick, but you couldn’t say that.

“it’s okay, baby. now. come.” yujin nearly pulls the strap all the way off of your cunt before plunging it back in, hard and using its full length. at the same time, she pressed her fingers against your clit and really, that was all it took for you to finally let go. you came with a long moan, shaking as yujin continues to rub your clit, riding out your orgasm and truly just making it all last.

your cum was seemingly everywhere: on her strap, her fingers, trickling down your thighs, on the bedsheets… it was relieving for all of that pressure that was stuck in your abdomen to finally be gone. after a while, yujin cautiously pulls the strap out of you, takes it off of herself before throwing it on the floor. she was going to have to clean up the mess the two of you made tomorrow. but for now? you needed her in another way.

yujin completely takes off her dress shirt and her bra before she laid down on the empty space beside you, immediately cooping you up in her arms and kissing your damp forehead. you were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down, eyes dark and unfocused, and lips quivering.

yujin wipes the tears off of your cheeks and held you close, “you did a good job, baby. get some rest. i promise i’ll take care of you lots tomorrow.” unable to reply due to your voice completely just disappearing after you’ve used it to scream ‘mommy’ all night, you merely put your arm around yujin’s waist and rested your head on her chest. it was easy to fall asleep after that, with only yujin’s steady heartbeat accompanying you into your safe place.

the morning after, you woke up alone.

which wasn’t a rare occurrence. considering it was nearly ten in the morning, yujin should be sitting in her office miles away from her house right now. it was routine at this point: you wake up, yujin’s gone and all she has left you is a text message, maybe breakfast, and a hefty amount of money in your bank. so, imagine your surprise when you sat up, rubbing your eyes and wincing at the soreness that coursed throughout your body, and there was yujin entering the bedroom in a bathrobe, drying her wet hair with a towel.

“oh, good morning,” yujin says. she approaches the bed, brushing your hair away from your face. her hands were so gentle, greatly contrasting the way she completely ruined you with them the night before. yujin leans in and leaves a quick kiss on your forehead, and then she chuckles lightly at your dazed expression. “what’s wrong?” she asks, sitting on the bed.

“it’s just… rare to see you here…” you said, your voice hoarse.

“i called in. i promised i would take care of you, didn’t i?” yujin reaches for the glass of water on the bedside table and hands it over to you. yujin watches as you drank the contents of the glass… it was a simple action but for some reason, you got her heart beating louder and faster, and warmth spread in her chest when you smiled at her, saying a small ‘thank you’ before putting the glass back on the bedside table. in yujin’s opinion, you’ve never looked more beautiful than this: a bit exhausted, and very obviously fucked out but the morning glow looked so good on you.

yujin gently takes your chin in her hand and pulls you in, catching your lips in a soft kiss. something about this one felt different. it was in the way her lips quivered as it moved against yours, the way her eyes held nothing but adoration for you when she leaned back, the way she smiled shyly under your gaze, and the way she laughed softly when you gave in to your temptations and chased after her lips.

you spent a good few minutes, maybe even longer, kissing yujin. ocassionally sharing soft smiles, longing gazes, and quiet, short conversations before connecting your lips again.

“i got the bath ready for you. can you walk?” yujin asked after a while.

you nodded, “a little.” it was a lie. you could lay on the bed the entire day if you had a choice.

“you just want me to carry you there, don’t you?” yujin teased, bumping her nose into yours. you giggled, basically throwing yourself on yujin’s lap and lacing your arms around her neck. yujin was able to lift you up easily, and she took you to the lavish bathroom that she had in the house. it was the size of your room in your apartment.

“you can help yourself in my closet after you’re done,” yujin says after you’ve put both of your feet on the ground. she kisses you again, a bit deeper this time but it was quick. you could not express with enough words how addicting her lips were. “breakfast will be ready soon. i’ll be downstairs, okay?” and with that, yujin squeezes your hands before leaving, closing the door behind her.

did she have to be such a heartthrob?

needless to say, you got in the bathtub happy. and as you sat there, basking in the warm water and the sweet aroma of whatever soap yujin used, you started to think about all of the things yujin has done for you. of course, she makes sure you’re secured financially and that every meeting was worth your time, not to mention her randomly-timed and unnecessarily expensive gifts too. maybe it was time that you give back.

but what could a filthy rich and accomplished cfo of a distinguished company want more in life? yujin has it all: looks, brains, a handsome car, a big mansion, the cutest pair of dimples of ever, and a doll she could play with whenever she pleases.

then, it hit you.

“that’s perfect!” you muttered to yourself after putting your idea together in your head.

after your bath, you made your way back to yujin’s bedroom and opened up her massive walk-in closet. there was an array of clothes tailored specifically for yujin, and some she bought for herself taht you imagine costs more than your entire life. but, you headed straight for a drawer filled with her t-shirts. all of them were just as expensive as the dress shirts and the blazers, but yujin allows you to wear them because she knew how much you liked them.

you decided to wear your favorite one: a grey oversized tee embroidered with shooting stars in front. you paired it up with some random jean shorts you kept in one of the drawers and rushed downstairs. you smelled entirely like yujin, you loved it, and you knew she would too.

when you reached the kitchen, yujin, now fully clothed, had just finished preparing your coffee. you reached out for her arm and pulled her into you, “mommy, you like pretty things, right?” you asked with a grin.

yujin turns around and pulls you into her embrace, her hands resting on your hips, “why do you think i chose you, baby?” you swore your heart grew several sizes. you smiled up at her and then put your hands behind her neck, gently pushing her head down and catching her lips in a searing kiss. when yujin’s hands once again sneak underneath your shirt, the next few things that happened became a blur but one thing was for sure… you were going to take care of her next time.

“i’ve noticed something about you recently, (y/n).” your friend, wonyoung, suddenly said as the two of you browsed through a collection of expensive dresses at an outlet mall. her girlfriend, and your roommate, jiwon was elsewhere with your other roommate seonwoo and the friend that you ignored when you were with yujin, riki.

“what, do i have a pimple or something?” you asked, touching your face subconsciously.

“no,” wonyoung takes your hands off of your face with a laugh. “you’ve been looking… happier. not that you were ever depressed or anything but these days you’re glowing, you’re confident, and… you smile a lot more. specifically when you’re on your phone.” and of course wonyoung sees all that. as close as you were with jiwon, it was her girlfriend manages to read you like a book.

“what can i say? i love cookie run.” you joked, barely dodging the gentle slap on your shoulder that came from wonyoung.

“i’m serious, (y/n)-ah! are you dating someone?”

weeks ago, you would have denied her in a heartbeat with a reasonable enough excuse but now you don’t exactly know how to respond to that question. because after that meeting with yujin, the two of you have only gotten closer… and sweeter. you talk to each other in texts and not just send dirty photos, videos, or sexts. and the three previous meetings you’ve had, they have been so fun.

of course, the night always ended with you under yujin, but even the sex seemed to mean something more now.

wonyoung grabs your collar and opens up your jacket, and there she sees fresh hickies and bite marks across your neck and chest. “i knew it!” she gasped, bouncing on her feet and she excitedly hits your arm.

“wonyoung, you cannot be undressing me like that in public and while being taken by my best friend!” you said, swatting her hands away and covering yourself up again. oh yeah, apparently, yujin being careless with how she marked you was an added bonus in this level of your relationship.

'relationship'? you don’t even know anymore.

“tell me about her right now, (y/n)! does she go to our school? or some other university? older? younger? taller? i need to know! is she hot??” wonyoung was shaking you back and forth. the two of you have gotten several glances and looks from the other customers since wonyoung made no effort to lower her voice. nobody can blame wonyoung for getting excited though, you never really indulge yourself in romantic relationships since you had a lot to worry about. school, your family back at your hometown, money, rent… in fact, even before yujin, you’ve never let anybody make it past the first date.

you always thought it would be a waste of time, and that you’d rather put your energy into making yourself happy by tackling your hundred-or-so problems. turns out you can have both. and yujin made you realize that.

huh.

“w-we’re not dating, we’re just…” you sighed, blushing at the mere thought of yujin. this was weird. “it’s complicated, wonyoung. i don’t want to talk about it.”

the taller girl was smarter than that, however, and after staring at you for a good minute or two, she grins. “oh, it’s that kind of relationship.” she teased, nudging your arm while wiggling her eyebrows. you rolled your eyes. as pretty as she was, wonyoung can be so annoying. “wait… you’re shopping for her, aren’t you? oh my god, (y/n), you whore.” wonyoung slaps your arm, giggling.

you bowed profusely at the poor mother with a child who walked past as wonyoung said those words, and glared at your friend, “do not tell jiwon and the boys about this. they’ll have a heart attack.”

wonyoung scoffs, “they can’t just gatekeep you forever! sooner or later, they’re gonna have to accept that you’ll eventually claim your destiny as some sexy rich woman’s living fleshlight.” you kicked her in the shin, but it didn’t affect her whatsoever. god, you wished you brought jiwon along with you instead of her. at least jiwon wouldn’t even think to ask about your sex life!

“is she sexy and rich?” wonyoung asked. she was never going to leave alone, wasn’t she?

with a deep sigh you answered, “emphasis on rich. bigger emphasis on sexy.”

wonyoung squeals, suddenly grabs your arm and drags you away to some other section of the store, “you’re seeing her again soon, aren’t you? i have the perfect dress for you!” well, at least she’s helping. and when you looked in the mirror wearing the sleek and shiny black dress that barely left anything to the imagination, you can’t help but be as excited about this next meeting as wonyoung… perhaps even more.

“you are so going to get fucked out.”

“there are children in this fitting room, wonyoung. please—”

that night, after jiwon and wonyoung, as well as seonwoo, have tucked in for the night, you decided to call yujin, staring deeply at the dress that hung in front of your closet.

“hi, baby. it’s pretty late. do you need something?”

you ran your hand down the dress, feeling its silky material. you could just imagine yujin completely ruining you in it, and of course the thought gets you wet almost immediately.

“just wondering if i could come over sooner than we planned?”

you heard yujin laugh from the other end, “you miss me already?”

“i always do, mommy.”

“really?” you bit your lip, knowing full well what yujin was going to make you do next. you quickly pulled off your shorts, looking at your soaked panties and cringing at how much of a desperate slut you were. but how could you ever resist? especially when yujin says, “show me how much you miss me, darling.”

she was going to drive you mad.

well, three days later, you found herself standing in front of the gates of yujin’s mansion, clad in that black dress and holding a paper bag with cake in it.

yujin had mentioned that she has gotten busy again, but totally agreed on letting you come over and allowing you to do whatever you want in the house before she finishes off what she was doing and joins you. but you had a plan in mind, one that doesn’t require yujin to leave her office, or her chair at all. as for the cake, well, yujin loved caramel cakes so you just thought it would be a nice gesture. especially after you heard how tired she has been leading up to this day.

no, it will not be incorporated into whatever you will be doing with her today… but maybe in the future.

you were forcibly taken away from your head when the gates slid open. you entered and headed straight for the front doors, a duplicate of yujin’s house key ready in your hand. upon entering the mansion, you took off your jacket and hung it in the coat rack by the door before heading straight upstairs where you know yujin would be holed up at. a few ways away from her massive bedroom was her office, and you’ve spent as much of your time there as you do in yujin’s bedroom. mostly because that was where yujin did a lot of her work when she wasn’t in the actual company building, meaning that she would be pissed off more than she was happy, meaning that you would be bent over her desk getting fucked to oblivion as a means to reduce yujin’s stress.

you knocked softly on the door, but there wasn’t a response right away. you were about to knock again when you hear yujin’s muffled shouting, possibly over the phone with one of her annoying coworkers or seniors. a frown makes its way to your face when you heard yujin curse sharply under her breath, then a soft ‘thud’, and yujin speaking more quietly but still scarily.

you wanted your surprise to be perfect, so you stood still in front of the door, waiting until yujin has at least calmed down a bit. but perhaps it was a bad time? maybe you shouldn’t have asked to come over ahead of what was originally planned… yujin sets them up for a reason, after all. maybe this was the reason. she is a businesswoman through and through, and now you were afraid that maybe you were just being a nuisance.

yujin clicks her tongue sharply again, and then she was raising her voice once more. you could hear her footsteps as she paced around her office — frantic, heavy, and angry. then, you heard another ‘thud’, and that was when you decided that you needed to be here. for her.

finally, you knocked. a little more loudly than the last time.

“(y/n)?”

her voice was soft. your heart skipped a beat.

“y-yes. it’s me.”

oh, you were so whipped.

“it’s open. come in.”

you pushed the door open and it turns out that yujin had her back turned from the door, facing her bookshelf with her hand on her hip and her other hand still holding her phone close to her ear. she doesn’t look at you when you came in, probably hasn’t even realized it.

“who is…? she’s none of your business. don’t change the subject. focus, and do your fucking job,” yujin moves her free hand to massage her temple. she taps her foot on the carpeted floor, growing increasingly impatient once again. “if i hear anything about you mistreating my assistant in my absence again, i swear to god you’re going to regret choosing to work for this company. leave rei alone.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of yujin’s assistant. you’ve met her before. she was always the first one to greet you and talk to you kindly whenever you used to visit yujin at the building. she kept you company when yujin was in meetings, the ones that didn’t require for her to attend too, anyway. at first, you were jealous of her. she got to spend a lot of time with yujin and back then, you thought that maybe they had something together… but it turns out that they have been friends for a long time, and their relationship have always been, and always will be, platonic.

plus, rei recently told you that she was ‘rooting for you and yujin’. so yeah, somebody is going to lose an arm if you find out that they ever messed with her.

“feel free to not contact me for the rest of the week.”

yujin ends the call before the person on the other end could respond. you watched as she sighed deeply, took a few breaths in, and finally regained her composure.

“sorry you had to hear all that. they’re driving me crazy.”

you gently placed the bag on the couch and approached yujin, who was still massaging her temples. you grabbed her wrists and turned her around slowly, and immediately, she hugged you, burying her face on the crook of your neck and tightly wrapping her arms around your waist. you pat her back softly, your other hand combing through her hair before you pushed her back. you cupped yujin’s cheeks in your hands and stared deeply into her troubled eyes.

“are you okay?” you asked. yujin nods wordlessly and leans down to kiss you, which you allow her to. your kisses have turned into something else too. they’re more gentle, slow, and loving. even during the heat of a moment, you feel nothing but your growing feelings as yujin kisses you. you could only hope that she felt it too.

it takes a while for yujin to pull away. when she did, you head was hazy and you were gasping for breath, but you sufficed a satisfied smile when you saw the look on yujin’s face as she scanned your outfit from head to toe. yujin bites her lower lip as she checked you out shamelessly, even taking a step back to get a better view of your look. “for me?” she says, moving her hands to your hips and squeezing your gently.

“it’s always for you, mommy. you should know that by now,” you took note of yujin’s casual attire too. the oversized blue and white striped button-up and some simple white shorts and yet you would let her absolutely ruin you until sunrise. maybe it was the first three buttons being undone, or the half-up ponytail, or simply just yujin that made her so fucking sexy. “do you like it?” you asked.

yujin smirks, she cannot stop looking at you up and down, “you’ll find out.”

merely minutes later, you were sitting on top of yujin’s desk, moaning into her mouth as she kisses you hungrily while one of her hands is in between your thighs, pressing against your throbbing clit through your wet panties. as for yujin’s other hand, it was behind you, taking a hold of the zipper on your dress and pulling it down. you were so glad wonyoung bullied you into not wearing a bra—

(“(y/n), nobody wears a bra in a strapless dress. screw security, let the woman fuck you without interruptions!”

“wait, what?”

“oh shit. hey, baby! jiwon.. uh, long story…”)

—because it was easy for yujin to just lean down and catch one of your now exposed nipples in her mouth. while she did that, you opened up your legs a bit more and started grinding yourself on yujin’s hand, desperate for more but as always, not really having the patience for it.

yujin pinches your clit through your panties and you moan loudly, arching your back a little and pushing yujin’s head further on your chest. it only made you grind on her hand faster, and yujin grins while she looks up at you, loving the desperate look on your face. it felt too hot in here. and not the kind of hot that increased your libido, but the one that fucking irritated you. you tug on yujin’s shirt, “mommy… take it off, please…” you begged. you wanted to feel her skin against you… now that’s the kind of hot you could get behind.

“aw, well. anything for my princess.”

you could’ve come right there.

yujin starts unbuttoning her shirt, looking straight at you as she did so. you helped her pull it off her body and threw it on the ground, and then you pulled her back into you. you put one hand on her toned stomach—oh fuck, those abs—and leaned in, putting your lips on her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and a few marks here and there. yujin slides her hands underneath your dress and pulls down your black, lacy underwear before letting it fall to the ground, directly laying on top of her shirt.

you continued on kissing yujin’s neck, relishing in the sounds of her quiet moans. ocassionally, you looked up to find her smiling down at you and during those moments, you share a quick kiss before going back to marking her up.

you were yujin’s, yes. but the world has to know that yujin was yours.

yujin probably noticed your intent, hearing her chuckle before grabbing your face and making you look up at her, “i’m not going anywhere, baby. i belong to you as much as you belong to me.” she whispered against your lips.

ahn yujin belongs to you.

you.

yeah, you were going to think about that all day.

yujin takes a seat on her chair, then she puts her hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart, giving herself a full view of your dripping pussy. you one of her hands and brought it up to your lips, giving it a kiss. “go ahead and make your day better, mommy.”

yujin glances up at you and smiles, a genuine smile, “it already did the moment i saw you.” she keeps your hands intertwined, and you stare at each other for a good minute.

that was where you realized that wow…

you were pretty fucking in love with yujin.

you had time to freak out about this revelation later, because when yujin's lips make contact with your folds, your mind goes elsewhere. your free hand goes to the back of yujin's neck, pushing her in further. fuck, if yujin was going to do two things great, it's using her hands and mouth on you. every lick, every touch, every single one, always had your head spinning, had you begging for more. and more yujin always gave you.

she is your sugar mommy, what else is she good for otherwise?

yujin reaches between your thighs and parts your folds with her fingers, giving your pussy one long lick before catching your clit with her lips. you gripped her shoulder tightly, throwing your head back and moaning when suddenly, yujin inserts two fingers inside of you and starts moving them in and out.

it was a reasonable pace but the feeling of both her mouth and fingers on your pussy was too good that she had your legs shaking already.

“mmhm.. fuck…! more, mommy.. more, please…”

you wrapped your legs around yujin's neck and pulled her face impossibly closer to your cunt. she moans at the flavor of your juices on her tongue, feeling like she could probably eat you out all day if she wanted. you were her favorite taste, and there was nothing better than yujin getting a well-deserved meal after dealing with the annoying fucks in her company. (save for rei, bless her heart.)

yujin was grateful for you, and through this, she gets to express just how much.

“ah— yujin…!”

has she ever told you how much she loved it when you said her name? sure, 'mommy' hits all the right places and that is the name you both agreed to when this all first started, but you saying her name was rare. and whenever you did, yujin feels warm inside. it was in your voice, the way you said it, how yujin knew that even something as simple as saying her name came directly from your heart.

as yujin looked up, head still in between your legs, she realized just how good it felt to be with you. besides the sex, you were good company and you knew yujin in a way some of her closest friends don’t.

ahn yujin has come to the conclusion that she was so sickeningly in love with you.

well, this realization gave yujin adrenaline somehow and she starts sucking on your clit, flicking the bud and moaning at the way you dug your nails on her nape.

“mommyy…! shit shitshitshit… i’m close, i’m coming…!”

you grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand as you fell apart on yujin's tongue. you’d think she’d be done. that’s how it usually was. come once and hard, and scene. but something was in the air today, apparently.

as you come undone, yujin finally lets go of your hand and uses both of hers to hold your hips down while she continues sucking on your sensitive clit. and holy fuck was she relentless. she dipped her tongue inside of your hole, making you writhe and scratch her back.

fuck, this felt good. even though it was more than you handle considering that you just came, you found yourself rolling your hips towards yujin’s face, wanting even more of what she wants to give you. she was completely entranced by your taste, blinded by pleasure and the only thing in her mind being you.

yujin presses her tongue flat against your clit before nibbling on it, sending you near the edge once again. she needed to make you come again. she has to have your juices completely cover her mouth and face again. that’s how thankful she was for your company and comfort.

she loves you, and this shows how much.

this time, you held onto her head when you came, gripping and tugging at her hair. your legs shook as yujin diligently lapped up your cum, feeling your ears burn at the sound of her savoring the taste. god, you were exhausted… although you wouldn’t mind if something takes over yujin and does it all over again, all day.

“mommy… thank you, thank you…” you managed to say.

yujin finished up her work and scoops you up in her arms, having you settle on her lap. your favorite place. “i should be thanking you, baby. you really did make my day better.” yujin said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

looking at her smiling softly at you, something pushes you to say a few words. “i love you.” …out loud, apparently. it was supposed to be a thought!

the complete surprise on yujin’s face scares you, but merely seconds later, she cradles you closer. giggling and… is she blushing? who knew the ahn yujin could be so… adorable?!

“i love you too,” yujin kisses your nose, and presses her forehead against yours. “a lot.”

who knew a few words could make you feel like flying?

for the next few minutes, the two of you stayed cuddled up in her chair. occasionally, sharing kisses and lingering touches in each other’s bodies. it wasn’t until yujin was kissing down your neck when you were reminded that you were still, in fact, clothed.

you sighed, “i should probably take this off before my friend berates me for ruining it…”

however, yujin shakes her head. “no, keep it on,” there was not a single sexual intent in her eyes, nor her words. she kisses you on the cheek, and stares at you in complete adoration and, now, love. “i love this dress on you.”

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writerswall26 · 1 year ago

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 8)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Emotions, Mention of death and SH.

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A/N: I was so pumped while writing this. I enjoyed this part so much. We get to know what really happened and flesh out R's father's mind. We also saw Cairo being responsible and using the advices she received to get some help! Happy Reading!

Y/N tried to avoid being alone the entire day, not wanting to give Cairo the opportunity to have even a minute to talk to her. What Cairo told her a few nights ago is still stuck in her head. She doesn't know if she should be afraid or what.

"Hey, Y/—"

"Will you walk me home?" Cairo cut Jasmine off as soon as Y/N got out of her last class of the day. She was not expecting Cairo to wait for her!

Y/N looked shocked and confused. She gave Jasmine a look. But her friend just stood by and watched the scene unfold. Traitor!

"Y/N, walk me home, please?" Cairo said, sweetly this time, with a smile on her face.

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I have—"

"Uh no, we're not going. I gotta study for a pop quiz tomorrow. Winnie's coming to help me, I'm sorry dude." Jasmine cut the taller girl off.

Y/N glared at her while Cairo smiled widely. "So?" Cairo asked cutely, for fuck's sake!

"Uhm, sure." Y/N said hesitantly.

"Great!" Cairo said happily before she held the taller girl's hand and pulled her.

Y/N didn't say a single word as she turned to Jasmine and gave her a look, mouthing "I'm killing you tomorrow, you traitor!"

On the way home, the two of them did not say a word. They went with Y/N's route instead of Cairo's since Y/N has her bike with her.

"I've talked to Mr. Miller." Cairo started, causing Y/N to stop for a moment.

"Why?" She asked before she followed Cairo again.

"I went to apologise." Cairo started, causing Y/N to furrow her brows. "I'm seeing a therapist now," Cairo said, glancing at Y/N who looked really confused, and cute. "Your mom referred me to a work colleague of hers. Told me it might help with the issues I had."

Y/N is confused, like really confused. "Mum did that? Why?"

Cairo shrugged. "We were together for a few hours before you came when we had dinner. She confronted me about what I did. Told me the same thing you said, how messed up it was. Then she told me about a friend of hers, a therapist, she told me I should check it out, see if it helps. That's why I went to Mr. Miller. I want to sort things out before graduation."

"What did Mr. Miller say?"

"We sat down, talked about what went wrong, what happened. He apologized to me too. He accepted the fact that he was in the wrong too, that he wasn't careful and clear, that he stepped the boundaries and led me on."

Well that's... incredibly surprising. Y/N never thought she'd be hearing a redemption arc between two messed up individuals. Although, she's happy to hear that Mr. Miller's finally seen what he did wrong. That's a huge point. And she's happy that Cairo's seeking out help.

"So, how long would you be going to therapy?" Y/N asked, glancing at Cairo who pursed her lips.

"I don't know. As long as I need, I guess. It's not really that bad." Cairo said, smiling at the thought that Y/N is finally talking to her with anger and resentment in her voice.

"How about when you go to college? You wouldn't know anyone around there."

"My therapist knows a friend where I'm going to go. She said she'd refer me to him and continue therapy there."

Y/N nodded. "That's a good thing."

Cairo looked up at her, a smile on her face, her dimples showing. "How long have you gone to therapy?"

Y/N pursed her lips. "A year and a half, I guess? My therapist told me she was proud of my progress so she adviced that I spend my time being a normal kid. She told me I should come to her whenever I need and so far, it's all good."

Cairo nodded. "That's good. I'm proud of you."

Y/N chuckled, lowering her head. "Alright, mum." She said, which made Cairo laugh as well.

They continued walking silently, comfortable silence this time until they reached Cairo's place.

"Here's you." Y/N said, stopping in front of Cairo's house.

The brunette turned to her and gave her a smile. "Thank you for walking me home."

Y/N nodded. "It's no biggie."

Cairo leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she walked inside the house, throwing a glance at the tall girl who waved at her.

When Y/N was sure Cairo's finally inside, she rode her bike and went home where she waited for her mum to come home to ask questions.

That night, when Y/M/N came home, she was immediately cornered by Y/N at dinner.

"I was wondering," Y/N started. "What were you talking about with Cairo before I got home that night?"

Y/M/N gave her a smile. "You, Mr. Miller, dad." The older woman answered shortly.

Y/N furrowed her brows. "You talked to her about dad?"

Y/M/N nodded. "Yes, I wanted her to know how terrible of a person she was for doing what she did. But then there's Mr. Miller."

"Who's not entirely at fault."

"But he was indeed the adult in the situation."

"You're defending Cairo, mum."

Y/M/N looked at her daughter, seeing the problem once and for all. "I'm not defending Cairo, what she did was wrong, yes. But don't you think what Mr. Miller did was far worse than that?"

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking.

"Honey, Mr. Miller's case is different from your dad's case. You have to see that." Y/M/N explained, Y/N is being blinded by what happened to her dad.

"I know. I know it's different."

"And?" Y/M/N tried to probe further.

"I'm not defending Mr. Miller either, mum. If that's what you think. Maybe I'm over compensating. Maybe I thought by helping Mr. Miller, I gave justice to what happened to dad. But what if I'm wrong, mum?"

"Are you? Look at it from an outside perspective, honey. Look at it both ways."

Y/N furrowed her brows. She doesn't know where to go from here. It's weird talking about this with her mum but at the same time, the answers are clearer. Her mind wasn't being blocked by her emotions, her father's connection to the case. If there's anyone to blame, it's the both of them, Cairo and Mr. Miller. There's no one to defend, no one to side with.

"There's always a connection, honey." Her mum brought her back to her senses. "But there's a huge difference and that's what I want you to see. Yes, Cairo was in the wrong for seducing Mr. Miller. But is it entirely her fault? Is it really? Why would she act that way if Mr. Miller didn't do anything wrong?"

"Was I wrong for helping Mr. Miller?" Y/N finally asked, looking at her mum with worried eyes.

Y/M/N gave her a smile as she held her hand, squeezing it to assure her. "You did what you thought was right at the time. You saved both of them by doing so. Don't beat yourself up for it."

Y/N stayed up that night thinking of what her mum had told her. She wasn't really thinking when she lent a hand to Mr. Miller. She knew it was wrong, she heard it from Mr. Miller himself. And yet, she still sided with him for what? For her father? No, she thought. It's for personal gain. She had the power to turn the story around, and she did. So what does that say about her?

She's no different from those students she despises the most. Maybe even worse. Her thoughts are so incriminating, so powerful that she did not blink sleep that night.

So the next day when she got to class, she was noticeably tired. She looked like a walking zombie and anyone who sees her thought so too. Her friends and Cairo saw that too and they were worried.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked over lunch when Y/N didn't even touch her food, she's usually a foodie.

Y/N gave her a tired look and shook her head. "I'm just tired."

"We can see that, dude. You have dark circles around your eyes." Jasmine said, as worried.

Y/N sighed. "Did you guys think I made the wrong decision? When I stood up for Mr. Miller?"

Winnie and Jasmine turned to one another, giving each other looks.

"I mean, what Cairo did was fucked up. She literally wrote a porn story between her and Mr. Miller." Jasmine said, as a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think Cairo's entirely at fault. I mean, she messed up but not entirely her fault." Winnie said, on the other hand.

Y/N groaned. "Maybe I should've just shut my mouth and let them do whatever to Mr. Miller."

"Hey, woah, hold up." Jasmine started, getting the attention of her friend. "You did what you thought was best, okay? Both of them fucked up, that's a fact. The other one stepped on the fine line, and the other one was led on. There's no winning in this situation."

"Whatever you did, you did it for them both. Struck two birds with one stone, as they say." Winnie said, holding Y/N's hand and squeezing it gently.

Y/N gave them a small smile and nodded. "Maybe I shouldn't really beat myself up with this one."

"Damn right, you shouldn't." Jasmine said, giving her an assuring smile.

After their class, she was already outside Cairo's last class, waiting for the girl to come out. When Cairo saw her, an immediate smile drew her face.

"What are you doing here? You should've gone home and got some sleep. Look at you." Cairo said, holding a gentle hand to Y/N's cheek to look at her face.

"Can I walk you home?" Y/N asked with a sheepish smile.

Cairo was shocked to say the least. She did not expect that. She was expecting Y/N to come around but not this fast. Still, she was happy about it.

"Sure." Cairo smiled, holding out a hand to Y/N to shake her head.

"That's reaching."

"Oh." Cairo said, a bit disappointed but she smiled it away.

"Come on."

The duo walked out of school together. They're all smiles and shit but still, Y/N cannot take her mind off her conversation with her mum. She might as well talk to Cairo now.

So when they got to Cairo's place, the brunette did not expect that Y/N would park her car on the fence and followed her to her front porch. The taller girl sat on the step and patted the space beside her.

"What's going on?" Cairo asked, sitting beside Y/N who gave her a smile.

The taller girl stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened."

Cairo nodded. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, wanting Y/N to start the conversation.

"I don't know. I just want to have clarity. I had a talk with my mum last night. It was a hard pill to swallow but, I guess it was needed."

""What happened to him? Your dad?" Cairo asked, glancing at Y/N who was looking at the trees ahead.

"My mum didn't tell you?" She asked, confused. She thought they spoke about her dad.

"Not all of it."

Y/N glanced at Cairo, contemplating if she should tell her about it or not. A part of her doesn't want to, because talking about it means relieving it and she hates that. She hates that she's going back to that time. But a huge part of her wants to let it all out, just throw it out there and forget about it all.

She chose the latter.

Y/N took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it started. My dad was really passionate about teaching. He was really good at what he did. He's a great father, you know? He was always present and attentive to my needs." Y/N started, smiling at the memory of her father in every soccer game, every recital, every academic competitions, everything. He was always there, always smiling and looking proud.

"One semester during sophomore year, he came home all happy and giddy, it wasn't unusual really. He was always happy and giddy. But this one's just different. He told us he had met this student in class, he thought she was brilliant." Y/N stopped for a moment, trying to calm herself down before she started crying and shouting.

Cairo noticed how hard it is for Y/N to continue so she held the taller girl's hand in her own and squeezed it. "You don't have to continue. I believe I got the gist of it."

Y/N shook her head and turned to Cairo with a pained smile. "I want to continue."

Cairo looked worried, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay. But you can stop anytime." She gave out an assuring smile.

Y/N nodded, squeezing Cairo's hand gently. "He told mum and I all about this girl. We were amazed by her. So we told dad to bring her home one time so we could talk. He did. We had a barbeque one saturday, family's all there and she was there. I thought she was brilliant, she was so fascinating with all the things she knew. Little did we know, she would cause the biggest heart break to ever happen to us."

Y/N shook her head. "During the middle of the semester, my father started to act weird. He started getting drunk, not sleeping, he started being absent. One day he came home and told us he was let go of his job. My mum and I asked why, he never answered. The days after that, he became difficult. He would pick a fight with me and mum. He would get angry. He would get drunk, pass out on the couch. I slowly watched my father become a shell of what he used to be. He just stopped functioning."

Cairo could not help it anymore. She stood up and went in front of Y/N, hugging the girl in her arms tightly as she gently brushed Y/N's hair with her fingers, wanting the taller girl to know that she's there, that it's okay. Y/N leaned in Cairo's arms, sighing heavily.

"Then my mum knew about what happened. Turns out the girl orchestrated a plan for my dad to get fired. She invited my dad for coffee one time, asked a friend to take a couple of pictures that looked intimate. The school board didn't like it. Had an entire meeting about it. My dad tried to fight with all his might. Turns out when he started acting weird, that's when he was battling with those accusations. It took only 3 photos and one girl for my dad to lose everything. One day after I won a game, I showed my medal to my dad but he didn't say anything. Next thing I know, I was running to their room. Then I saw him, blood everywhere, his body unmoving. He was gone, Cairo."

This is the most Cairo has seen Y/N vulnerable. Now she understood perfectly why Y/N wanted to help Mr. Miller. What happened to her dad was unjust. So when told the school board that Cairo's accusations were baseless, this is what she meant. What happened to Y/N's father were baseless accusations.

So, she just stood there, holding Y/N in her arms, letting her let out all the frustrations and emotions she's bottled up the entire time.

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years ago

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how about doing a birthday celebration with the team for aaron and he feels overwhelmed bc he’s so used to doing nothing for his birthday since haley passed and felt alone even with jack <333

celebrated

happy birthday aaron 🥹<33 cw; established relationship, mentions of haley, aaron self deprecating (it's sad - i'm sad), references to alcohol, mentions of food, hurt to comfort wc; 1.4k

about an hour or so in, you found aaron in the kitchen, half sitting-half resting against the counter. the man of the hour had been missing in action; he'd gone in search of a drink a while ago and had yet to return.

it was november second, aaron's birthday, and the first birthday you were spending with him. naturally, you wanted to go all out, for aaron to feel nothing but loved on his special day.

it wasn't a surprise party, aaron had been aware the whole time (you knew he didn't favor surprises too much), but had zero part in planning. he was only aware of the time jess were to drop over to pick up jack for the night, and the time of which the others would be arriving at the apartment. which, had been swallowed up with balloons, colorful streamers, confetti was scattered across the floor (which truthfully you were dreading picking up later, and hopefully you all wouldn't still be finding pieces for the next month), a banner was hung on the wall. his team were all in attendance, drinks were flowing, lively conversations were being had, a table of god only knew how many appetizers.

it was going nearly as perfectly as you had visualized, mind the part where aaron snuck away.

"hey, you alright?" you sidled up to him, your hand comfortably resting on his back.

aaron nodded, meeting your eyes as he lifted his drink to his lips. his eyes maintained their usual soft glow, but appeared down. "all good."

you weren't convinced, your puzzlement clear. "but you're hiding?"

"i wouldn't call it hiding." he chuckled softly, a sigh leaving him as he set his glass of whisky down. "just soaking it in? the night's been great, don't get me wrong. but it feels... strange."

you moved in front of him to wrap your arms around his middle, pulling him flush against you. "can i ask why?"

"the last time i had a banner," aaron chuckled again, a melancholiness suddenly overtaking him. "jack was practically a newborn - haley's doing."

"oh."

"yeah." aaron's hand ran up and down your back instinctively, mindlessly drawing shapes. "brings back memories."

"god i can only imagine." you sobered, tucking yourself more into his chest. your ear was pressed against him, hearing his steady heartbeat.

"i guess overwhelmed is the correct word to describe it. haley always went all out, then the divorce happened and then..." an exhale left him. "birthdays since, never did anything. i guess it was acknowledged but never celebrated. come to think of it, i don't think i've ever celebrated with the team."

as if on cue, a loud commotion came from the other room - team mid-drinking game.

once it had died down, you queried, "how come?"

aaron continued, the hand on your back rising to the surface just below your neck, finger pads pressing into your skin comfortably. "some years we were on a case, penelope hosted her Día de los Muertos parties, or everyone was still recovering from halloween. trust me, i'm sure no one would be too keen on partying again the next night. and you know me, to them, i'm not the heartfelt, full of life, approachable type. not worth it." he laughed, but it was more so an attempt to brush it off.

but it didn't sit right with you - of course it didn't. "did you ever say something about it?"

"it's okay." it wasn't, and he didn't answer your question. "i felt alone, sure, but when didn't i? i managed, and just took jack out for ice cream if i happened to be around. i don't think he ever knew the reason why, either."

you craned your head up to look at him. this surprised you. "you never told him?"

"it's," aaron paused, exhaling a breath. "complicated. he knows but he doesn't. he's young, the only dates he's technically supposed to remember at seven are christmas, halloween, his birthday." aaron shook his head, feeling almost silly. "what was i supposed to do, just out of the blue state, 'it's my birthday'?"

"well, it wouldn't have hurt. he could've made you a card, or wished you happy birthday at the bare minimum."

"i didn't want to inconvenience him-"

"aaron," you laughed sadly, your heart shattering at the same time. "he's your son."

"it's okay." there it was again. "my birthday wasn't a huge deal growing up anyway. if i wasn't as gravely punctual as i am and paid attention to the date, it most likely would pass as any other, normal day."

you fell silent; having so much to say, but having no idea how to fully express it. you just felt, sad. for him.

aaron sensed your dropping demeanor, and placed a kiss on your forehead to hopefully counter it. "it doesn't matter much now. i have you."

"but yet, you're still here rather than out there." you nudged your head towards the direction of the distant yells. "and i didn't even think about you potentially getting overwhelmed, i'm sorry. this party, it's an almost drastic change come to think of it, and i should've-"

"are you kidding?" astonishment reigned in his voice. "the fact that you went through all this - planning, coordinating, decorating - for me. it makes up for all those years alone. and i'm not just saying that because i love you." he gave you a cheeky expression, but you knew he was only playing it up to lighten the situation, despite his genuineness. "even breakfast with jack in bed this morning. i never pictured myself as the type to get breakfast in bed, stuff like that doesn't happen to me. it was really, really special, thank you."

"well, you better get used to it." a rush of air left your nose - makeshift laughter - as you thought back to earlier in the day. "not only was it a hit for you, but jack as well. he already brought up pancakes instead of waffles, with sprinkles, for next year."

a laugh shook through aaron's chest, jostling you a bit, before he fell silent, his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"you deserve to be celebrated." you offered softly, the solemness reentering your heart, although it never left.

it weighed heavy on you - the man who gave you everything, who made you feel like you were everything, and who deserved it even more, defining himself as close to nothing. it was in complete aaron fashion, but you wished he wouldn't downplay, everything about himself, or make up 'rational' excuses to be okay with being overshadowed. he wasn't only meant to be there for others, to be thinking of others - he deserved happy, simple things too.

aaron's expression started to pull into one of disagreement, but you were quick to halt it. "hey, no. you deserve to be celebrated. i can't even tell you how much your existence means to me. being with you, doing life with you, seeing you be the best dad to jack and the most integral leader to the team. they value you, trust you, and you're family to them. they wouldn't be here tonight if you were some hard ass who wasn't worth it. that's not you. and i thank the stars every day you're here with me."

"honey-"

"please. say it."

nothing short of longing was cast on your face, in your eyes, and aaron were suddenly afraid that if he didn't admit so, the tears would start rolling.

he sighed, "i deserve to be celebrated."

"no, you gotta say it like you mean it."

aaron playfully rolled his eyes, but caved, his tone more forceful this time around. "i deserve to be celebrated."

"you're damn right, and you better start believing it."

aaron took a deep breath, pressing his lips to yours. "with you around, i will. thank you, i love you."

you returned the kiss, giving his chest an affectionate pat. "c'mon, let's rejoin your party."

you started exiting the kitchen, but aaron stayed put. when you looked back, another melancholy expression painted his face, and standing there, he almost looked younger for a moment.

"babe?"

"it is nice. not feeling like a drill sergeant for once."

your lips tipped into a smile as he moved closer, brushing your hands along his torso as soon as he was in reach. "they love you."

one of his rare, small but charming smiles adorned his face, brown eyes aglow. "i know."

"i love you."

aaron grabbed one of your hands, allowing you to lead him back to his party.

"i know."

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year ago

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More Furina asks? You don't need to ask twice :)

How about Furina and an assortment of Genshin/GFL characters taking care of a sick S/O? Thanks in advance if you write it!

Taking care of a sick S/O

(Genshin Impact/GFL/iDOLM@STER/GG:ST)

Genshin: Furina, Chiori, Clorinde, Navia, Shenhe, Xianyun, Xinyan

GFL: UMP45, UMP9, G11, HK416, WA2000, Helianthus, Angelia, Kalina

iDOLM@STER: Madoka

Guilty Gear: Elphelt

Congratulations, dear follower! You have won the lottery of where I write an ungodly amount of characters for no real reason! (Simping is the reason)

(Furina) "Y-You're sick?...Hm, this shall be no problem for me! Worry not, for you are in great hands!"

They were in fact not in great hands.

Furina doesn't really know what to do for someone when they get sick. Hell, she wasn't entirely sure she could even get a cold.

But Furina would try her best, she heard soup would do good!

As for cooking it-

(Furina) "Don't worry, I will get the best soup in the city for you! I will be back in but half an hour!"

She ain't.

Furina manages to get S/O to at least feel happy with her company, even if she had no idea what to do other than pace around nervously.

When she's out of earshot and they're sleeping somewhat comfortably, she takes a deep sigh, thankful she wasn't entirely useless.

(Furina) "Thank goodness they'll be okay..."

Chiori raises an eyebrow the moment she hears her S/O cough violently.

(Chiori) "Come down with something?" sigh "Oh well, guess I can open a little later than usual."

Even if S/O protests that they're fine, Chiori is hearing none of it.

First she makes sure to get everything they need, ranging from food or medicine and looks back from the door.

(Chiori) "I'll be back once I close up shop. Make sure you follow the instructions on that."

She won't baby anyone, since she trusts S/O to take care of themselves.

But should they get worse, she won't hesitate to close up, at least for a little bit, and experiment with her clothing at home with them.

Chiori would much rather deal with S/O's illness than having to deal with illness the customers give her by just breathing the same air.

Clorinde has her duties to attend to, but she reassures S/O with a gentle squeeze of their hand.

(Clorinde) "I will return home as quickly as I can with medicine, until then please rest up."

Clorinde is a little nervous leaving them alone and getting peace of mind once she's actually back and not dealing with the drama of the court or the public in general.

Even though it's unfortunate S/O got sick, she is at least happy to spend the time with them that she can.

And more importantly, that she's here to help take care of them when they need it most.

Clorinde puts a warm towel on their forehead, a small smile forming once she sees their body relaxing.

(Clorinde) "Are you feeling better, S/O? Here. This is from a lesser-known restaurant I enjoy, their soup is quite refreshing."

With a snap of her fingers, Navia already has a gaggle of men under her command fetching medicine, food, entertainment.

Whatever S/O required, they would get it!

As for her, Navia did not intend to leave their side, not really caring about the risk of getting sick.

She hated getting sick herself, and she knew how boring it'd be to rest in bed.

Instead, she regales S/O with tales from her childhood, interesting things she's learned, or even just enjoying the time with them in an intimate silence.

As long as they were smiling and not thinking about how sick they were, it was mission accomplished.

(Navia) "Ah, that must be our food arriving! Allow me to set up the table-...Hm? No no, stay right there! I insist that we have nothing short of an exquisite atmosphere! A better atmosphere is a better state of health, I'd say!"

This was an area of expertise Xianyun was well researched in.

Taking care of her many disciples when they were younger, this really was no problem for her.

There was nothing quite as refreshing like Adeptus Medicine!

...Well, it could actually be too refreshing since it wasn't particularly made for mortals in mind. Especially the taste, according to Shenhe.

Regardless, they could heal the body in no time, but there was nothing better to help with it than a well made soup!

Made by her personally, of course.

(Xianyun) "One has prepared a broth to help with your stuffy nose, S/O. Be sure to drink it all, it will warm both the body and soul!"

Xinyan is rushing around the harbor, grabbing every medicine she knows that always helped her in a pinch.

(Xinyan) "Here ya go, S/O! These herbs taste gross, but they'll pack a heckuva punch for that cold ya got!"

She practices her guitar while sitting next to S/O, keeping in mind of the volume the entire time.

As long as S/O wanted some company, anyway.

Xinyan will constantly check their temperatures and bring them some homemade food, smiling when she sees them laughing or relaxed on the bed.

(Xinyan) "Heh, that herb tastes gross, don't it? I used to have them all the time when I was little, sure as heck don't like 'em nowadays!"

UMP45 would tease S/O for getting sick, with a little bit of a softer expression than usual if they were alone.

(UMP45) "Aw, you got sick? Well, good thing I'm a T-Doll. Have fun with that.~"

She hangs out with S/O on the bed, giving her an excuse to not go out that day.

Depending on how severe the sickness was, she would dial back her usual snarky attitude more and more.

If anything, these kinds of moments is what she wished for, once she no longer had to fight.

But for now, UMP45 would just have to make do with these fleeting domestic dreams.

(UMP45) "...Hm? I'm lost in thought? Nah, that's just your sickness messing with your head."

UMP9 is on the case!

(UMP9) "No worries, you won't get bored while I'm here!"

She immediately plops down onto the bed, giving warmth to S/O if needed! The base was in a colder region after all.

UMP9 would talk about excitedly about all the things she had in mind to S/O, to at least get their mind off being sick!

Plus she didn't really have to worry about getting sick herself. so there was no harm!

She'd also bring all sorts of treats and food from the Cafe, even if S/O couldn't really eat it.

(UMP9) "Here's some soup! Now, say 'aaah'!"

(G11) "...Does that mean you won't be cooking dinner tonight?"

G11 sighs heavily, but whatever.

She knew there was one thing she could help with.

She immediately crawls into bed with S/O, letting herself be used like a giant teddy bear and promptly falls asleep from the warmth of S/O and the blankets.

(G11) zzz

To her credit, she at least makes sure S/O is never freezing cold, but other than sleeping, she doesn't really do much.

Unsurprisingly.

(HK416) "Tch, idiot. I told you, you should have been wearing more layers."

She rolls her eyes, but never really comments on the fact she is making sure S/O is bundled up properly, getting proper medication, and even spoonfeeding them.

Of course she's not babying them, they were a fully functional human, if anything they're wasting her time, making her do such mundane things!

(HK416) "And I'm not blushing, T-Dolls can't blush, dumbass."

Which her flushed cheeks were telling S/O otherwise.

In the end, she'll grumble and mutter under her breath, but never once will she actually hesitate to immediately jump into help S/O, unless UMP9 was teasing her.

WA sighs dramatically, immediately putting the blanket over S/O.

(WA2000) "Tch, don't get it in your head that I'm doing this because I'm concerned! It's so that you can get back to your duties already."

She is yet another German tsundere T-Doll that takes care of S/O perfectly, down to getting them a new towel down to the most precise nanosecond.

WA still attends to her duties, but S/O's room is where she returns the instant she can.

(WA2000) "Has your fever died down already?...Finally, next time take better care of yourself! What would happen if I wasn't here, huh?"

Helianthus has S/O attended to by medical officers, and makes a trip to them in person.

(Helianthus) "I'm glad to see it was nothing serious. I hope that it is a swift recovery, S/O."

In front of the others, she is extremely professional.

But in private, it's diminished somewhat but she is far more prone to getting flustered.

(Helianthus) "...W-Why do you look so surprised to see me? It's not as if we never see each other! Hmph, if you're trying to tease me, then you must be feeling better already. Then hurry up and return to your duties!"

Helianthus is far more comfortable when she knows they're remaining in the medbay and receiving the best care Griffin can offer.

Angelia is pretty neutral on the situation.

S/O got sick? Welp, sucks to be them.

Work doesn't really stop for her, but she'll at least pay a visit or three.

(Angelia) "Hey, still feeling like crap? Thought so. If you need me to grab you something, let me or any of my girls know."

Although her tone sounds dismissive, her real hand ruffles their hair affectionately before she turns to leave.

And if they can spare the time, Angelia orders DEFY to at least keep an eye on S/O until they fully recover.

Kalina pouts when she hears S/O had gotten sick.

(Kalina) "Aw man, now I gotta pick up your paperwork too, S/O! You wound my very soul!"

She's only mostly joking.

Kalina likes to bug them after her shift is over for the day, deflating on their bed and mumbling into their blanket.

(Kalina) "Did you know the Commander just plopped another stack of papers onto my desk the moment I said I was done! It's cruel!...STOP LAUGHING, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SICK YA LITTLE PUNK!"

Madoka has her work as an idol keeping her busy, but after work she pops by S/O's room, water and medicine in hand.

And as usual, her expression remains stoic.

(Madoka) "Hey, got some stuff for you. Move over for a sec."

She takes care of them without saying much. Her gaze is focused, yet soft.

And once Madoka is finished, she avoids looking at them directly, her voice a bit quieter than before.

(Madoka) "...It's a bit pointless to thank me, it's something anyone would do."

It could be S/O's imagination, but they thought they saw her face getting slightly red after helping them.

She gives their arm a slight squeeze in response, still averting her sight.

(Elphelt) "Just do what I do when I have problems! SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!"

Being a Valentine, she was pretty sure(???) that she couldn't get sick. At least, not in the same way a human could.

But she doesn't like to see anyone sad, her S/O especially.

Elphelt brings S/O all sorts of things to see that smile, such as bush dog plushies, bush dog photos, bush dog songs-

And sweets! Lots of sweets as well!

(Elphelt) "...What do you mean you can't eat cake right now?...Oh, you're right! Duh, I should've brought some ice cream instead! BE BACK IN A JIFFY!"

Before S/O can say anything, else, she's already gone.

At the very least, S/O won't be bored while they're sick.

Did Elphelt make them feel better?

...Even mentally, that was up for debate. But at least they knew she loved them.

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starsomens · 1 year ago

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year 1

1-3 months

Have a new baby at home was almost like having a guest in your home. Only your life revolves around them now and you’re constantly worried if they’re okay!

When you had gotten home from the hospital Keaton insisted that he was still sleepy and so stayed asleep meanwhile you and Noah were freaking a bit

“Is he supposed to sleep that much?”

“I mean his is a newborn so I guess it’s normal……is he breathing” *proceeds to put his finger under his nose “okay he is”

Keaton was more a day sleeper rather than at night….big problem. Here you were in your rocking chair trying to get him to sleep at 4:17 am. Your eyes were heavy, your arms felt like rock and you were really just ready to knock out right there. You didn’t tell Noah since he had some things to get done tomorrow

After half hour passed Noah came in rubbing his eyes and took Keaton from you

"Come on babe, it's my turn to watch him,"

"are you sure...*yawwwn* you have that meeting later today, I'll be-"

"Not gonna hear it. Get to bed now missy,"

You were so grateful to have Noah there to help you with as much as he does

Feeding, changing, bathing and night shifts were shared but he always made sure to take on a majority so you could rest more. While he did work still, he worked from home and if he had to take the whole day to help you he did.

The one thing that he did worry about was how small Keaton was. He was just so tiny in comparison to him. He held his entire body in his two hands!

He loved to do skin to skin, especially before going to sleep or while doing work at home. He knew that it was essential for bonding and just overall good for the baby. On top of that he really did enjoy just having Keaton lay on his chest and fall asleep.

When it came to breast-feeding, he was a very big help. He would help to get a good latch or he would help you with the breast pump and remind you about times and switch. Help you moisturize them to keep them from getting dry and cracked

There were nights where he would put Keaton to sleep. While he was in the rocking chair, he was just stared down at him while he stroked the soft hair on his head with his finger.

“ never really thought that I would be a dad…. Once we found out about you, it really did change everything. I swear I’m never going to leave you you need me”

He wants to give him the best life possible and the best dad that he can

3-6 months

So much development! Noah is just taken away by it! Now he's mimicking his faces, and sounds and he will spend HOURS just making faces and sounds or copying him

"babe, babe! Look he's copying me screaming face!" and he'd make his face then turn Keaton around to show you his face

He is convinced Keaton is more advanced than most kids so every time you go to the doctors he's just waiting for them to say they're perfect

the more he grows the more he looks like Noah but with your eyes. You spent 9 months carrying a copy of your husband for him to be his exact copy, but, he did take your attitude and personality

Noah swears that he gave him stank eye when he took the bottle away from feeding and said it looked exactly like you did

"Of course he is! Look at him!"

Noah Love tummy time with Keaton he was just so cute the way he smiled and giggled and tried to hold his head up. And yes He's let his head fall right on the floor and yes Noah has laughed while kissing his head better

Keaton seems to have a thing whenever Noah watches him that he just blows his diaper up almost on purpose. Noah thinks Keaton is entertained by it since he always giggles when he changes his diaper with a stank face.

yes Noah has gotten peed on

Keaton for the most part was a calm baby and seemed to like and be comfortable on schedule and would sleep and eat around the same times unless something happened

Whenever the guys are over he does hover. He hates to be called one and to admit it, but he is a helicopter parent (and it's really cute)

He 10000% takes milestone pictures every month to treasure his growth. Which by the way has cleared a wall in his studio to hand pictures of you guys on it.

Although he loves being hands on he also loves to watch you be a mom. The Keaton looked at you, how loving and soft you looked as a mom. The way your body has changed to create your baby always amazes him.

7-12 months

Keaton was now going through some changes and shifts some were better than others, including you not going to him as often when he cried. Which you hated and honestly Noah would just give in too because in his words it's

"dumb as fuck"

CRAWLING! EVERYWHERE! He underestimated how fast babies can be when they crawl But he loves to lay on the floor and let Keaton just crawl all over him or come and plop his body on his face

By now you're body has healed pretty well but still had some baby weight on you and Noah thinks you still look incredibly sexy

"but Noah look at this,"

"the body that popped out my beautiful son? Yeah I love it, now stop shit talking yourself before to bring Keaton to slobber on you"

Uses his baby as a threat against you by hold him above you and just letting his drool drip down on you (pure evil)

Speaking of drool, he's ben chewing on everything to get to his itchy gums. You noticed he started to grow teeth at around 7 1/2 month when he gave you an open mouth "kiss" you felt something rough and it was teeth! You R A N to Noah

"TEETH!"

"What?"

"TEETH!" and you just opened his mouth to show him the small stubs of teeth growing from the front gums. You were just glad you didn't catch it while you were breast feeding, welp, that means he's gonna have to bottle but you pump what you can

Now weening him was a little difficult. Even your pumped milk wasn't enough for him

"I mean, if you refused to give me your boob I'd cry too-" "Noah!"

Eventually through a lot of crying and one or two tantrums, he was moved on to bottles, now the issues was drying out your milk or whatever else was left

"If you want my hands are really big so I can just-"

"are you offering to milk me?"

"no.......maybe."

As for talking you guys have been trying to get him to say mama or dada any chance you got, but now it was a secret competition of who he would say first

Noah would basically spam him with the word Dada or Papa while you weren't around, and all lil Keaton would say was "mmmm" "buh. Buh" and blow raspberries

Now he did say his first words and it was when you had to go to a doctors appointment and he was getting fussy

"Say bye-bye to mama bud, she's gotta go"

"awh baby, I' don't want o leave you ether," you said kissing his chubby cheeks "mommy will be back soon okay?" while you hand him over to his dad he starts to whine and pout for you and said

"mama" in his sad voice as he chews at his cubby hand wanting you to stay

"HE SAID MAMA! HE SAID MAMA! Yes baby! I'm mama, that's me baby" you were ecstatic, while Noah was a bit disappointed he was still so proud to hear him say his first word, and at 8 months! You were a bit late to your appointment but hearing your baby say mama was much more important than the doctors.

but one of the biggest surprises was when he walked for the first time, and yes you both cried. It was actually at rehearsals for an upcoming show near home so you went with the guys and of course Keaton had his sound protection you were on the side of the stage holding Keaton up by his hands as you encouraged him to dance as his father sang. As he bounced up and down he was also padding his feet a lot and was just so excited for his daddy who was just out of reach

You start to move with him one foot at a time as he started to walk just a bit faster seeing how much closer he was getting to Noah, Noah turned and he saw you walking with Keaton as he held on to your fingers and crouches down with a big smile on to his knees holding out one of his arms

and just like that he let go of your fingers and stumbled his way to Noah, tripping on the last step but caught by his papa, Noah just picks him up and hides his face in his little shoulder and you know he felt emotional. An entire year went by and he didn't know how it went by so quickly, how much he had grown and how much you both had grown as parents, he comes over to you and kisses your head as Keaton just giggles as you both smoosh him in a kiss

"well, one year down."

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wearebarca · 1 year ago

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4. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed too long at the same place. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 6,8k

18+ (eventually)

A/N: Feedback is always nice to hear. Spanish is from google translate so please be nice. French is my first language so all should be good on that part. Enjoy

The jolt of the plane hitting the ground woke the captain up from her peaceful slumber. As she tried to move to put away her stuff, a weight on the shoulder prevented the blond from moving. She quickly realized that the photographer was still leaning her head on her shoulder and during her sleep, she had grabbed the captain’s arm and was currently clinging to it. The sight warmed the athlete’s heart who really didn’t want to disturb the brunette. She took a moment to admire the smaller woman’s features. She looked so peaceful sleeping, with her lips slightly parted and a few strands of hair caressing her cheeks. From this close, Alexia could see the freckles that littered her sun kissed skin and she decided that if she could, she would spend hours mapping the French-Canadian’s face counting each and everyone of them.

The brunette stirred in her sleep. Not ready to get up just yet, she buried herself further in the crook of the blond’s neck, not quite conscious enough to realize who she was currently using as a pillow. Meanwhile, Lucy was making her way towards the two women. The sight she was met with made her stop in her tracks. She never thought she would see the day Rosalie would fall asleep on a plane, nor would she see Alexia let someone sleep on her shoulder. The captain had the habit of asking management to have a seat by herself, wanting to stay focused and watch previous games to study closely their opponent. She pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the two and made her way to them.

“ Hola capitana,” Lucy whispered, not wanting to wake up the sleeping photographer just yet. Alexia’s gaze left Rosalie’s face to find Lucy, whom she sent a sharp warning look which took the English woman by surprise. “ I know, don’t worry, she ran a half marathon just this morning, she really wanted to knock herself out for this flight. She deserves the rest.” She said smiling, glad that her captain was taking care of the woman she considered a sister.

“ Really? I understand why she is sleeping so hard right now.”

“ Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that management wants her to be the first out, so she can take pictures of us getting out of the plane. I ‘ll take her stuff on my way out but do you think you could wake her up in about 10 minutes?” Alexia nodded at the older woman who turned around to get back to her seat.

“ Hola Bella durmiente, Es hora de despertar.” Alexia softly whispered to the photographer who groaned.

“ Non pas maintenant je suis bien, plus tard s’il te plait.”

“ Rosalia, we are here,” The blond said, pushing away strands of hair that were obscuring the brunette’s face. Rosalie stirred awake and slowly lifted her head from the blond’s shoulder. As soon as her eyes met the bright hazel ones, fhe brunette realized exactly where she had just spent the last hour and a half sound asleep. Embarrassment flooded the photographer who became red and had a hard time looking at the captain in her eyes.

“ I am so sorry Alexia I didn’t want to keep you from working.” The blind smiled at her with a warm expression. She leaned in slightly so the brunette could hear. “ I’m glad I could relax a little, I really didn’t want to answer those emails.”

Alexia’s confession put a small smile on her lips. “ I guess they want me to get out first for pictures?”

“ Si, I think they are ready for you now.” The blonde could see at the end of the alley the rest of the social media team getting ready to step out on the tarmac. “ You can leave the rest of your stuff here, I think Lucy said she would pick it up with hers.”

The brunette got up and hoisted her camera bag on her shoulder. She turned around and caught, once again, Alexia’s gaze. The footballer looked the most relaxed she had ever seen her, almost lost in her Nike club hoodie with her hair loose and fanning over her shoulders. Her favourite white cap finishing the look. Her eyes did not carry the wariness they usually did, only a glimpse of something the brunette could not put her finger on but unknowingly, was mirrored in her own eyes.

Walking in the alley the photographer felt eyes in the back of her head. She turned around to see Lucy and Keira with shit eating grins and wiggling eyebrows. Rosalie knew that she would get an earful as soon as she would be alone with the two. The same could be said with Alexia as the couple seated in front of her kept sending glances her way. They knew better than to attack the blond with questions right away, allowing her to process the events first.

Walking out of the aircraft, Rosalie felt all the tension leave her body as she took a deep breath. She settled her stuff a good fifty feet away from the bottom of the stairs. Next to her Martina was getting ready to make her instagram stories. “ Chica, would you mind if I took a quick story of you taking pictures? You haven’t been introduced to the Culers socials yet!”

“ Do I have to say something?” The photographer felt a lot more comfortable behind the camera than in front.

“No, no you don’t have to, just wave or something, I’ll do the talking!”

“ Ok just tell me when to and I’ll wave.” Meanwhile the first of the coaching staff made their way out of the airplane. She snapped a few shots of Jonatan, along with a few of the club physios. She caught one of Sara waving at her with a bright smile. After the coaches, it was finally time for the players, most of them waved or did silly faces at her camera. As the players made their way past her they patted her shoulders or ruffled her hair. The photographer’s easy going and bubbly personality had allowed her to get close fast with the rest of the team.

As she was busy taking pictures and interacting with the team, Martina took the time to film bits of her interactions, thinking that the fans would love to see the new photographer in her element.

The next to get out were Keira, who only had a small backpack hanging from her shoulder. Lucy was slowly trailer behind her, clearly struggling because of the amount of bags she was carrying. The photographer found the sight quite comical and moved on to the next couple behind them.Ingrid looked almost regal, strolling down the steps with Mapi by her side. The Spaniard was carrying their backpad and making little poses in pure Mapi fashion. The steady flow of players kept coming down the stairs of the plane and the photographer got in her zone, moving around to get different angles.

When Alexia passed the door, the first thing she saw was the Canadian crouched down on the tarmac, smiling as she snapped pictures of Fridolina and Aitana. When the photographer finally realized who was descending the stairs, she lowered her camera so she could simply admire the captain. The sun was hitting Alexia's face perfectly, making her skin glow and her face scrunched up due to the brightness and the sight was simply too cute for her not to take a picture. The Catalonian went down the stairs and went straight for the photographer who lowered her camera not wanting to make the captain uncomfortable.

“ You still have my hoodie imprinted on your cheek, chica” She said, brushing a few strands of hair away from Rosalie’s face.

“You should check if I didn’t leave a drool stain on it as well.” The comment came out of the green-eyed photographer who didn’t take the time to think before saying it. Her face went red from embarrassment but quickly calmed down as she heard Alexia’s infectious laugh. Unknowingly to them both, Martina had her phone recording the whole ordeal. The captain had never really been more than courteous towards any of the members of the media team, which is why the head of social media valued this short video and found that this would be all the introduction the photographer would need. If the cold, calculating captain liked the Canadian photographer, anyone would.

It was around mid-day that the team finally arrived at the training grounds. The coaching staff had scheduled a small training session just so the girls could move around a little and stay sharp for the game the next day. The photographer was on the sideline, camera ready, and was instructed to follow closely the five captains. There was an air of seriousness on the pitch as everyone was working on the drills which were led by the Rosalie’s target for the day. Even if she liked studio work and social media related stuff, action shots were the best part of her job. At the end of the training session, Rosalie was almost as sweaty as the rest of the team. She was extremely satisfied with her work and while the team was getting ready to leave the center, the brunette sat in the bus to start editing the pictures that were gonna go in today’s post. As she was working away at her computer, her phone started buzzing. It got so intense that the woman had to pick it up and see what was causing the commotion.

The Canadian’s instagram was currently blowing up. In less than an hour she had gained hundreds of followers. It all seemed to come from a story with her account mentioned. When she clicked, she was met with a short video of her and several footballers interacting with her. The post was captioned “ Everyone loves our new photographer. The last video was a little longer, and was of her andAlexia, outside of the plane while the blond was brushing away her hair. The photographer was taken aback by Martina’s choice to post a moment that could so easily be missinterpreted by fans. The green-eyed woman’s worries were quickly overshadowed by a text coming from the head of socials herself, wondering if the pictures were ready to be sent.

She selected the ones she loved the most and made two separate files. One for the airport and arrival pictures and one for the training session. Someone pulling at the wire of her headphones pulled the girl's attention away from her screen to the person that had just sat by her side.

“ Hola, do you have a lot of work for tonight?” Sara asked as she pulled out a notebook from her small backpack.

“ Kinda, I wanna finish editing some of the pictures from last week’s shoot and work a bit on the fan project.” She said, eyes going back to her screen but not putting her headphones back just yet.

“ Good, because I was wondering if it would be a problem if I wanted to work on the girls strength program tonight. We could order room service together too if you want.”

“ Sounds like a plan to me.” The brunette slid her headphones back in while the players were slowly boarding the bus. Alexia, Ingrid, Mapi, Patri and Pina all took the last seats of the bus. Pina and Patri almost simultaneously pulled out their phones and both headed to Instagram to see the latest Barça post. Soon enough, both of the young women started to gush about their own photographs, shouting to the photographer their praise from across the crowded bus. The Canadian smiled at the two younger women and sent a thumbs up their way.

“ Capi, this is a very cute picture of you, Rosie almost makes you look approachable,” Patri said in a teasing tone.

“Oh no we don’t want that do we,” Pina added in the same tone which earned the duo a glare from the older woman. Meanwhile, the couple seated to their right was looking at the recent stories. Both of their expressions changed at the same time, as they stared at one short video in particular. They both shared a knowing look and mutually decided to not bring any attention to the post. From the very beginning they both could see a spark going on whenever the Canadian and the Catalonian would interact and this video was proof that it wasn’t simply in their head.

Alexia, on the other hand, had not pulled out her phone, preferring to close her eyes and visualize tomorrow’s match. She knew Sevilla FC’s patterns, strengths and weaknesses like the back of her hand and kept trying different plans of attack for tomorrow. The fact that she had a room by herself would allow her to spend her night going over minor details and reviewing some of their old games against them. The drive was short and everyone was glad they would finally get some time to relax. Rosalie thought she could cry at the sight of the queen sized bed. She quickly dropped her bags at the foot of the bed and flopped right on it.

“ You look completely dead, hermana”

“ Oui, and it’s partly your fault.” She said, face still buried in the soft bed.

“ I’m gonna shower really quick and we order after?”

“ Do you know what you want? I can call while you shower.”

“ Sure, can you order me the Patatas Bravas please?” The photographer sent a thumbs up her way as the coach disappeared in the bathroom. Rolling on her side to grab her phone felt like a tremendous effort. She ordered in a broken Spanish that would’ve made any of the girls cringe and finally got back up to set up a little workstation on her bed. They both spent the evening working on their respective projects, occasionally taking breaks to chat. Rosalie really enjoyed the coach's calm and easy presence.

Around ten thirty Rosalie and Sara decided to call it a night and head to bed. Tomorrow will be a big day for both of them. The room was pitch black and all that could be heard were the soft snores of the coach. Rosalie was laying on her back, wide awake despite the exhaustion she was feeling. She knew that sleep would not come easy for her because the stress of the game along with the remaining restlessness from the plane trip were still coursing through her veins. She pulled her phone and decided to go see how the posts were doing. Amongst the numerous new follower notifications, one in particular caught her eye. Alexia had followed her, along with reposting the pictures from their arrival. Scrolling down the comments of the post, she could see the comments being mostly fans gushing about the players, but scattered among the flow of compliments were a few who came from the instagram story. Most of them were about how the photographer looked like she was part of the family, and the rest was about a certain interaction with the Spanish captain. Seeing there wasn’t anything negative, she closed her phone and tried to get some sleep.

The atmosphere was electric in the stadium. Spanish football really has nothing to do with football in the states or even English football. The crowds were so loud she could feel the rumbling of hundred voices screaming in her bones. Armed with her trusty Canon and the horrible bright yellow “press” jersey, the photographer had spent the better part of the first half running along the side lines trying to capture the impressive plays the team was creating.

The game started exactly how Alexia had visualized it. The entire team was completely in sync with each other. For the first 40 minutes, Barcelona was leading 1-0, thanks to Graham. But sometimes one thing can disturb even the most well oiled machine. At the 55 minute mark, Mapi went down after receiving a vicious elbow right to the face. The photographer was following the defender with her camera and caught the whole ordeal. Mapi stood back up fast enough but the gash on her face kept bleeding which meant she had to leave the game.

It was like someone had taken a gear out of the machine and suddenly, passes weren’t meeting their target and the team’s focus was lost.

They were toe to toe at the end of the game, with only two minutes to play, and everyone could feel the tension in the air. Finding a weakness through their opponents defence seemed impossible for the girls. Alexia felt as if she could not move a single muscle without being shadowed by one of Sevilla’s defenders. She kept being shoved and tripped by her opponent who was clearly trying to get in the woman’s head. The seconds were ticking down and the captain was getting more and more frustrated, which was clear on the blond's face. A particularly rough foul inside the box was committed on the captain who stayed on the ground.

Rosalie’s heart sank at the sight, her camera long forgotten as she ran on the sideline to stand right in front of the small huddle that had gathered around the blond. The whistle was heard and a penalty shotwas given to Barcelona. Everyone was waiting to see if the footballer would manage to get up on her own, which she did moments later, but not without making a face of discomfort. Alexia turned towards the bench, signalling that she was ok to stay on, as if it had been drawn by a magnet, her eyes found worried green one. She smiled reassuringly at the brunette who managed to take a picture just before the blonde turned back towards her teammates.

Alexia’s demeanor completely changed as she stepped towards the ref to take the ball. Her face was void of any emotion, her eyes never leaving the goal. Rosalie was mesmerized by the sight in front of her. It was no secret that Alexia was an incredibly beautiful woman, but on the pitch, proudly wearing Barcelona's white away kit, standing tall and confident, she looked out of this world. The photographer took the time to capture the captain’s focused expression.

The photographer watched through the lens of her camera the ball soaring through the air and coming to a stop at the back of the net. The next shots she took would be her favourite pictures she had taken so far. The smile that stretched the blond’s face was so bright and beautiful, the photographer took a second to admire it before focusing on her job again. The first one to jump in Alexia’s arms was Jana who wrapped her arms and legs around the blond. Soon enough the rest of the team was around her but there was only one set of beautiful forest green eyes she wanted to see.

The brunette was smiling ear to ear and jumping around with Martina on the side lines. She turned around to meet the shining hazel one. It was as if she could feel the blond’s happiness and delight. For a second, it was as if they were the only ones in the stadium. Alexia was forced to break the small trance she was in when she was dragged away by the rest of the team.

Watching the captain celebrating today’s win, Rosalie realized that whatever feelings she currently had for the Catalonian woman were growing at an alarming rate.

The locker rooms were filled with laughter and music as the team was getting ready to get back to the hotel. Alexia was the last one to enter the room, having stayed on the pitch for a few quick interviews. She quickly went to see Mapi, who was sitting with her girlfriend in the corner. The tattooed woman had large bandages wrapped around her head but overall looked just as excited as the rest of the team.

“ How are you feeling?”

“ I am good, no concussion.”

“ Good, we don't need you to be more stupid now do we?” She said, smiling down at her friend.

“ Imagínate si me volviera tan estúpido como tú.” Ingrid could not hold the laugh that bubbled in her throat.

“ oh well she's definitely ok.”

Back in the bus, most of the girls were discussing how their day in Seville would be spent. Alexia was sitting next to Pina, and was loudly arguing with Patri on what movie to watch. Alecia could feel her body relax after the game. She pulled out her headphones, closed her eyes and pressed play on the album that had the song Rosalie showed her the day before.

“A day off in a new city does not mean a break in training” This was the sentence Sara had sent Rosalie’s way as they made their way down in the lobby, both dressed in running gear and ready to start their day. I was still very early in the morning and none of the girls were up yet. In fact, the lobby was completely empty besides the receptionist who was looking at the two women like they had grown an extra head.

Rosalie only groaned at the coach as she tied her shoelaces. They didn’t plan on a big run this morning, but the coach wanted to see the Canadian’s ability to hold a certain speed on a relatively short distance.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that Rosalie was capable of holding an average pace of 3 minutes 59 seconds per kilometre during their 10km run.

“And you’re telling me that you played football in College? Why didn’t you get on the track team?” As they stepped through the hotel doors, less than 45 minutes after leaving.

“ Running only became fun for me after college,” she said with a smile and an expression that told Sara that this might be a sensitive subject for the brunette.

At the same time, Alexia, Irene and Sandra were making their way down the stairs leading to the lobby, all dressed in the team sweat suits.

“ I think I’d like to go visit Plaza de Espana.” Irene said, pulling up some pictures on her phone to show the two other women.

“ I think I heard Ingrid and Rosie talk about going there too, we could tag along,” Panos said, turning towards Alexia. “ Do you have plans or are you coming with us?”

“ I don’t know honestly, maybe I’ll just go walk around a little,” She said, walking towards the breakfast room.

“ Oh wait, she’s right here we can ask her,” Sandra said , waving at the photographer. Alexia turned around and froze in the spot. The photographer was standing in the lobby chatting with Sara, a water bottle in hand. She clearly had just gotten back from her run and Alexia was not ready to witness such a sight so early in the morning. Alexia knew that the photographer was quite the athlete, she had seen the pictures Patri had dug out of the Canadian’s profile, but seeing her in person was a different story. The photographer was standing in the hall, in nothing but red running shorts and a black Nike sports bra. Her hair was up in a messy bun with strands of hair falling out and sticking to her neck and forehead Her skin was still glowing with a light sheen of sweat, which made every ripple of muscle much more noticeable. She had the perfect runner shape, slender muscular legs with defined abs covered in beads of sweat.

Alexia's mouth went dry as she watched her friends walk towards the duo. “Hola chicas how was the workout?” Paños said, coming to a stop in front of the photographer.

“ Dios mio, this one can run,” Sara said, still trying to regulate her breathing.

“ She puts me through the ringer, mon dieu. I don't want to see what her strength training looks like.” Rosalie said, smiling and shifting side to side.

“Believe me, you don’t,” Irene added, “Hey so we were wondering if you guys were still planning to go sightseeing today.”

“ Oui! This city looks gorgeous and Sara promised to show me around since she’s from around here.”

“ Great! Would you mind if Irene, Alexia and I tagged along with you guys.” Sandra asked, pointing to the women by her side. Alexia was still a few feet behind the group, but when the captain heard her name, she took a breath and moved forward to join the small group.

“ hola” Rosalie thought that the captain looked adorable in her baggy sweat suit, hood up and her blond hair peeking up from the hood. She looked cosy and still half asleep.

“ Hola Rosalia” The blond found it hard to keep her eyes from wandering down, so she turned towards the rest of the group. “ I am going to get breakfast now, I will see you later chicas”

“ And I need a shower.” The brunette said, motioning to her sweaty state.

“ I’ll bring you a coffee and some food while you shower,” Sara said, heading in the same direction as the Spanish captain.

“ Perfect, so should we meet in the lobby around 10?” Irene asked.

“ Sounds perfect to me, I’ll text Mapi and Ingrid to tell them as well.”

“ Ok! See you later!”

Rosalie had traded her sports clothes for a beige tennis skirt and a white cropped tank top along with a pair of adidas sneakers. A light sweater was tied around her shoulders and her favorite pair of sunglasses were resting at the top of her hair. Sara was waiting for her at the door of their shared hotel room in a pair of linen shorts and a simple white t-shirt.

“ Ready to go?”

“ Oui, oui, I just need to get my camera bag and then we’re good to go!”

“ You never go anywhere without it do you?” Sara said, smiling at the brunette who was running around looking for the specific camera she wanted to bring.

“ I rarely leave the house without one I’m afraid.” She answered. She found the smaller camera she had brought for this day, put it in the little travel bag and headed out with Sara to the lobby.

Downstairs, Ingrid, Irene and Alexia were sitting in the lounge area chatting and waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

“ Hola! Are you guys excited?” Ingrid asked as she saw the two women approaching.

“ Yes! I’ve never been in this city but I’ve read about the amazing architecture and the different historical sites.” The Canadian said excitedly. Behind her she could hear Sandra and Irene chatting as they made their way towards the group. “ Is Mapi coming?” The brunette asked, noticing her absence.

“ Yeah she is, she’s just trying to find a good outfit and gets lost in her stuff. Nothing new.” Ingrid answered with an eye roll.

“ She’s not rooming with you so you can’t choose for her and it drives her crazy right?” Alexia said while laughing.

“ Exactly, she sent me three options and I didn’t answer so she’s probably losing her mind at the moment.” The whole group laughed at the comment and turned around at the sound of hurried footsteps coming their way. The tattooed woman was running towards them, wearing a white sleeveless vest, jean shorts and a dark green cap. “ This was not in any of the options you sent me elskling.”

Mapi’s face fell a little at the comment, thinking that her girlfriend didn’t approve of her outfit. “ But I thought it looked nice.” She said with a sad puppy face.

“ You look great Mapi, she's just teasing.” The photographer said smiling at the defender, who’s smile came back at her words.

“ So are we ready to go?” Sandra asked.

“Si, we can walk to the plaza and go from there.” The group walked out of the hotel. Ingrid and Rosalie were walking at the front, chatting about the various sites they would get to see and the pictures that they could take. Sara and Mapi were behind them, talking about training while the three others were silently following.

“ She’s really nice, Rosalie I mean, and she gets along with the team well.” Sandra said, observing the French-Canadian who was looking around her, smiling ear to ear.

“ I don’t remember any of us getting this close to any of the photographers before.” Irene added.

“ They never made the effort to make us feel at ease with them.” Alexia said, making a face at the memories of awful shootings she’s had to endure in the past.

“ She goes that extra mile to make us feel at ease and comfortable, I really like her.” Sandra said, eyes glued to the brunette. Something in the way that the goalkeeper was looking at the photographer made Alexia send her a look that held a question.

“ What?”

“ Nothing.”

“ Is Alexia jealous?” Irene said, lightly shoving the younger woman.

“I’m not,”She said, her eyes drifting to the photographer who had stopped to take a picture of a particularly beautiful bed of flowers.

“ She’s beautiful too,” Sandra added, smiling cheekily at the midfielder.

“ mhmm”

“ Ale,” Irene said in a much more serious tone. “ It’s ok to let things happen sometimes, you don’t need to control everything all the time.” She said looking at the blonde in the eyes. “ You can let yourself be happy.”

In all the years she had spent working with Alexia, Irene knew that the blond lived for football. She was so focused on her career, her team, it was her whole life. Getting the captain to loosen up a little, to relax and actually take care of herself was extremely hard. She deserved to be happy outside of football. Irene could see that the blonde was closing herself off so she decided to drop the subject and engage in a light conversation with the goalkeeper, who had walked a few feet ahead to let her friend talk with their captain more privately.

Alexia knew that Irene was right. She knew that it was more than time for her to start thinking about her life outside of football and actually think about herself, but she simply wasn’t used to it. Her life was hectic. The training, the games, the interviews, the press, the lack of privacy, it was too much to deal with. She was scared, scared of the fans revealing her private life, scared of what they would think if she was to focus on something else than the team, but as she gazes at the photographer, who was currently mesmerized by the beauty of Plaza de Espana, she found it quite hard to control the butterflies fluttering inside her.

“ Don’t you get tired of taking pictures?” The Norwegian asked as she walked towards the brunette to see the shot she had taken of her in front of the impressive building.

“ Never, I love capturing beauty,” She said with a bright smile.

“ Hey, don't steal my girlfriend hermana!” Mapi yelled as she ran towards the two friends.

“ Too late, mon amie, she wants me as her personal photographer now.” She answered laughing. “ You guys should pose together, I’ll send you all the pictures tonight!” The afternoon was spent walking around in the city. Sara, Irene and Sandra had left the small group of friends to go try out a restaurant Sara had mentioned while the rest decided to keep exploring a little. They ended up in a small street filled with little boutiques and cafes. Rosalie pulled out her camera and snapped a picture of the couple walking ahead of them.

Alexia, who was silently walking beside her, pulled out her phone and decided to capture the photographer in her element. She looked focused, her nose scrunched up with one of her eyes closed and her tongue slightly sticking out. She was kneeling down in the middle of the small pedestrian street and looked like a professional, even on her day off. Her picture probably wasn’t as good as the ones the brunette was currently taking, but she was quite proud of how it turned out. Too focused on the picture she had just taken, the midfielder had failed to notice the brunette coming over and looking at her phone.

“Not bad, even if your subject is not the best.” She said in a soft voice,as to not frighten the blonde.

“Not used to being on the other side of the lens?”

“ You could say that,” she said with a shy smile, “ This one isn’t so bad.” She added, taking a good look at it.

“I think it’s beautiful” Alexia said, catching Rosalie’s gaze with her own. They stayed like that, simply looking at each other, until a man walked past and shoved the smaller woman who ended up in Alexia’s arms.

“ Oh mon dieu, I’m so sorry are you ok?”

“ You’re the one who got shoved and you’re apologizing to me?” She said laughing.

“ I’m Canadian, I can’t help it.” She said, letting the captain go to look around for their two friends.

“ I think they left without us,” the Spanish woman said.

“ Looks like it.” They stayed silent for a while, observing the street.

“ Are you hungry?”

“Si, you too?”

“ Oui, wanna grab a bite?”

“ Lead the way, Rosalia. ”

They settled on a very small restaurant on a street corner, in front of a small park. They sat on a table outside in the corner of the patio where they could enjoy their meal away from prying eyes.

Alexia was nervous. This would be the first time she would spend time alone with the brunette outside of work settings and she didn’t know if she would be able to keep the conversation flowing without seeming too nervous or awkward. Meanwhile the French-Canadian was in a similar state, stressed about dining with the captain of the best football team in the league.

Surprisingly, once they had started talking, the conversation kept flowing. It started out with something as mundane as their favourite city they had visited, to what country they wished to see the most, to where they dreamed to play.

“That is easy, I’ve always wanted to play for Barça, I knew that this would be my home.” The blonde said before taking a bite of her salade. “What about you? Which club did you dream of playing for?”

“Oh, I was never good enough to go pro.” The brunette said, taking a sip of her cocktail.

“I doubt that. From what I have heard, you were quite the defender.” Alexia said pointing to the French-Canadian with her fork. “Lucy told me that you would give her a run for her money.”

Rosalie laughed at the comment. “Lucy’s full of shit.”

“ I guess I’ll have to see for myself one day, you can try to block me from scoring, and if I do, I can ask you anything I want.” The captain with confidence.

“Anything hm? Sounds interesting, but what if I win, what do I get?”

“You can ask me for anything.” The photographer took a second to think before extending her hand for the captain to shake. When their hands met, Rosalie felt a spark run along her skin, giving her goosebumps. Her eyes met with hazel ones who seemed surprised, seemingly having felt the same thing as her. The blonde quickly brushed it off and moved on.

“ Seriously, there must be a club that you dreamt of playing for.” Alexia said, leaning towards Rosalie, keeping eye contact.

“ Don’t laugh at me, but Barcelona has always been my favourite club.” The photographer said, slightly embarrassed. “ It’s weird, but when I got the offer to come work for the team, it made me feel like, in a way, I was realizing my dream, just not as a player.”

“ You are part of this team Rosalia, player or not.” Alexia said, feeling bold and taking the photographer’s hand across the table. The smile that appeared on the Canadian’s face was so contagious that the blonde could not hold back her own.

“Don’t you miss England sometimes?”

“ I don’t, England is home to a lot of memories, a lot of good ones, but most of them are tainted.” The woman said with a sad smile. “ I miss the girls though.”

“You were close with the girls from the team?” Alexia asked, curious to know more about the woman’s time with Arsenal.

“Yeah, especially with Leah, Beth, Viv and lia. We still regularly talk. I think they’re planning to come see one of the games soon.”

“ I am sorry if my question is too personal, but why did you leave Arsenal?” Rosalie took a deep breath and took a moment to gaze at their still intertwined hands.

“ You don’t have to tell me, I am sorry I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Alexia said, squeezing the photographer’s hand.

“ No, non it’s ok.” She said, smiling at the blonde. “When I arrived at Arsenal, I got very close quickly to a player.” She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“ I was completely new to the English scene and quite naive. We started dating shortly after the start of the season. She kept me a secret, saying that she didn’t want her private life out in the media and I respect that. It stayed like that for a year and a half, and then I found out exactly why she wanted it to be a secret.” Rosalie said with a bitter expression.

“ she was still with her ex girlfriend, while also seeing other women.” At the revelation, Alexia could feel her anger rising, her expire hardened as she kept listening to the smaller woman.

“ I kept seeing her everywhere after that, she was part of the team I worked for and friends with all of my friends. It became too hard to stay there. I didn’t want to go out anymore, spending time with my friends became difficult because I could see the looks of pity they would send my way.” Explained the brunette.

“ I started to loathe coming into work, I couldn’t even joy in my passion anymore. Moving away was a necessity. I travelled a little first, then you guy’s offer came in and it was like a dream come true.” She said looking at the captain straight in the eyes with a warm smile.

“She didn’t deserve you, Rosalia. We’re happy you’re here.” The compliment made the Canadian blush furiously.

“ Who was it? So I can end their career during the Champions league?”

“ What are you going to do? Commit a dirty foul on her?” The brunette asked, shaking her head. “Good luck, she is the queen in that area.” That information alone was enough for Alexia to guess who had broken the photographer’s heart so badly.

“McCabe doesn’t scare me, Bonita” The photographer’s breath hitched at the nickname.

“ I guess you didn’t need much to guess who it is.”

“ She’s got quite the reputation.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I don’t want to bore you with my relationship drama.”

“You have to stop apologizing Rosa, I asked the question, I wanna know more about you, the good and the bad.” Rosalie relaxed a little. The blonde looked genuinely curious and it was so easy to talk to her. The rest of the night was spent walking around in the streets of the city, with Rosalie taking pictures of everything that piqued her interest, while Alexia was following, taking pictures of, mostly, Rosalie.

They got back to the hotel later than Alexia would have thought. The sun was long gone and the night air was crisp. Both of their rooms were on the same floor so Alexia decided to walk the brunette to her door. They both could feel the tension rising as they approached Rosalie’s room. Both women were tired but didn’t want this night to end. Alexia was the first one to reach the door and took off the camera bag she had offered to carry for the smaller brunette.

“ Thank you so much for this wonderful night, Ale.”

“ The pleasure was all mine Rosa, I had a great time.” She looked at the smaller woman blushing and shifting side to side and felt a rise of courage, which allowed her to pull Rosalie in a warm hug.

The photographer instantly melted at the contact, wrapping her arms around the taller woman’s shoulders. The footballer couldn’t help but think about how the photographer fit perfectly in her arms and how her smell was clouding her mind. They stayed like this longer than a simple friendly hug should be, but still, the brunette was disappointed when Alexia slowly let go. The blonde took a step back before speaking, her voice just above a whisper.

“Bonne nuit, Rosalia”

“Buenas noches, Ale”

A/N: late post but I hope it’s worth the wait

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