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lilmashae · 3 months

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s.jy x fem.reader | fingering (f.) · pet names · swearing | 18 + 🩶

you and jake laid together like every other night. however, this was different — you're laying with your back to him, which he hates. he'd just got home only a few hours ago — exhausted, and suffering from jet lag... so tired he barely noticed you, dropping his bags and walking straight into your bedroom.

it was a petty argument, if you could even consider it that. you were hurt, feeling totally disregarded by your boyfriend, but still you'll admit you were wrong — going as far as ignoring him for the rest of the day, and now.

it's killing him — jake can't stand the silence.

"y/n." it's a simple statement — one that makes you flinch, because it's the first time you've heard him speak since your quarrel. "y/n." jake repeats himself. he knows that you hear him, you're not asleep. he can clearly see you shuffling under the duvet every few minutes. "what?" you reply dryly, much more solemn than you usually would — not even bothering to turn around.

he simply scoffs, because there it is: another thing that he hates... your attitude — especially during petty fights like these when there's only one solution: he'll either have to fuck it out of you or try and talk — which in your current state of irritability, the first option's looking best.

"baby... m'sorry." his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close. you tried turning your head to face him but he beat you to it, his head buried in your neck stopping you. "why're you upset, princess? without the yelling, tell me what's wrong..." as he was trailing hot kisses down your neck, your resentment began melting away. one of jake's hand fondled your chest, pulling and tugging at your nipples as the other slipped through the waist of your sleeping shorts, easily finding his way inside of your panties.

"fuck," you cursed under your breath. you weren't supposed to be this easy, but when it came to jake, you knew all self control was absent. "jake..."

"are you still mad, baby? 's why you wouldn't face me?" his fingers grazing your clit, making you shiver. the rings adorning his fingers were cold in contrast to your skin — burning up. "shit! i just..."

he slips a finger into your heat, creating a scissoring motion all too familiar to you. "hm? talk to me, baby." you can feel his bulge grinding into your ass, another one of his dexterous fingers finding its way inside your gummy walls. with each curling motion you think he's closer and closer to hitting that soft spot somewhere deep inside of you.

"fuck, jake... y-you just got home, and! ah, and didn't even look my, shit... look my way!" you managed to huff out. it was hard to concentrate with his fingers pumping inside of your heat. "hmmm..." he hummed against the soft of your neck, "you're right, m'sorry pretty girl... i should've paid attention to my baby, right?" jake mumbled into your skin, leaving small bites and wet kisses. "mhm..."

each plunging motion of his fingers drove you closer to the brink of cumming, his speed increasing. "such a good girl, mhm? 'so sweet, letting me fuck her on my fingers... even after i so mean," you were becoming impatient. the knot in your stomach was wrapping itself tightly around nothing, "shit... i can't, please, 'want to cum, jake."

he just smiled against your skin, "go ahead, i won't stop you, princess." and another hot kiss landed on your shoulder. after you came, jake's fingers left your sticky cunt feeling empty — bringing them to his lips, slick lathered around them as he stuck them inside his mouth and then into your own. "i'll give you all the attention you want, hm... sound good?" the idea sounded more than good.

you turned over to face him, "good." before placing a chaste kiss on his lips and falling asleep in his arms.

guidelines and disclaimers | my polls aren't working so i'm uploading this totally on whim 😭 hopefully it's enjoyed though !!! even though, it was sort of rushed and maybe confusing 🫶🏽

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unforth · 6 months

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I had a day off yesterday.

And I can already practically hear the assumptions that such a statement is prompting the reader to make. Those assumptions are wrong. I don't mean I didn't work. I did, for about 8 hours. That's not at all what I mean.

I mean my wife took the kids out at 9:30, spent the night with her mom, isn't back yet the next morning.

There are things I NEED people on this website to understand about parenting. And I've talked about it before, and I'll talk about it again, because honestly the way that Tumblr as a cohort talks about parents makes me sick. Multiple polls have shown that only about 2% of people on here are parents. We're a huge minority, and we're constantly talked over, ignored, or accused of being bad parents (like, personally, I have had people reply to my comments or come on to my posts and tell me I shouldn't have my kids). In my case, being a parent means I'm almost 41, I'm married to @ramblingandpie, and our children are inching up on being 8 and 6 years old.

My entire day, and therefore my entire life, revolves around them. I'm up most mornings at 5 AM, because that's the earliest they're "allowed" to wake up, and so my brain just defaults to being awake around then - better to wake up before them, at least then I get a few minutes in the morning. Between 5 and 7, I sit with them, do my social media, work on side blogs, study Chinese. Then it's helping them get ready for school, then my wife or I or both get them on the bus, and then I work until the last possible minute, which is either when I need to go pick them up for an after school activity or when I need to go down and meet them off the bus. My afternoons are after school activities, chores such as washing the dishes and cleaning up toys, talking with them, working with them, playing with them. Their bedtime starts at 7:40, and my son gets scared if I leave before he falls asleep so I sit with him until about 8:15. As soon as he's asleep, I go fall on my face, sleep as best I can, then wake up and do it again. Overnight, it's hard to sleep deeply, because about once a week someone will wake up in the middle of the night and need help. That could be as minimal as a hug or as complex as having to completely change the bedding on a bunk bed at 2 AM while also comforting a child who is afraid they'll be in trouble, or afraid they're sick, or afraid of their nightmare, or, or, or. Further, if a child is awake, there is always noise. I usually study Chinese with two or more competing sources of noise. I read the same way. My life is loud, and active, and consists of constant interruptions.

I adore my family, and I love my children, but this is terrible for me.

I do all of this as an neurodivergent introvert. My clinical depression is at least medicated, mostly because post-partum depression after I gave birth the first time nearly drove me to suicidal in under a week (we were expecting this and were prepared, fortunately, getting help was as simple as a phone call). The constant noise and interruptions and forced socialibility are about the worst combination of home-life I could be subjected to. I spend far too many early mornings just breathing deeply and gearing myself up to be subjected to the wall of Loud, Boisterous, Needing-My-Attention that is every minute when anyone else in the house is awake.

So what did my day off look like?

I helped get the kids ready to go and did some morning chores. I'd been up at 4:30 AM so I also had already social media'd and studied. Then, while my wife finished the preparations, I started work, and I worked from about 8 am to about 4 pm, straight. I didn't get hungry so didn't bother stopping for lunch. No one interrupted me, no one asked me to look at anything they'd built, no one broke my concentration, no sounds could be heard except those I'd chosen myself.

I'd been out the day before at a local shopping street and listened closely to the things the kids said they wanted, so at 4 I grabbed a couple orders I needed to ship for work and drove to our local downtown, dropped the orders in a post box, then went back to the shops and did some Christmas shopping in the 45 minutes or so before everything closed. I think I'm basically done with what we'll get them - other bigger things will be left to grand parents - so that's a load off, I literally had a stress dream earlier this week about it being 12/24 and having forgotten to do the shopping and having to go to (oh horrors) the mall on the day before Christmas. (Reminder: I'm a Jewish atheist. It's just virtually impossible not to Holiday in the Culturally Christian Hellscape that is the US. Also, my wife is Christian. So.) Found something cute for my wife, too, even tho I already know the main thing I'm getting her. Then, I realized - one of my favorite restaurants is on that block. So. I went there. I sat by myself at a table, only the indistinct restaurant hubbub around me. I read four or five chapters of my book, and ate a savory crepe, and drank lovely fruit tea, and got a scone to-go that I'll eat for lunch today. It was more than I probably should have spent on myself - about $25, including tip - but fuck it. I only get maybe a handful of days off all year, and I'm allowed to indulge a little.

Then I came home. There were no lights on. There was no noise. I had considered doing some more merch work while watching TV on the actual television (my kids are too young for subtitled shows, so usually if I want to watch My Shows I either have to do it on my computer when they're not around, or put them on and read all the subtitles aloud while trying to keep up and process the actual meaning of what I'm reading). But when I got back, the quiet and dark was so goddamn NICE that instead I curled up on the couch and read more of my book. I did that until bedtime - still about 8:15, because I'm exhausted. Then...I went to bed. And I slept long and deep, knowing that there was no chance I'd be interrupted and woken up, I didn't have to be, even in sleep, alert to every noise and possibility that I'd be needed.

I'm still exhausted and burned out, but even one night to myself felt really, really nice.

Saying "Tumblr does X" as a universal statement is doomed to failure, but generally speaking, the parenting posts I see on Tumblr, the ones with tens or hundreds of thousands of notes, speak what's apparently widely seen as a truism on here: that unless someone wants to spend 24/7 with their kids, to be 100% emotionally available at all times, is always kind and patient and perfect, they are a bad parent, maybe even abusive. I remember when covid started, there were multiple posts actively mocking the "oh god, my kids are now home all the time, how am I supposed to do this?" attitude that a lot of parents posted in despair. WhY dId YoU hAvE kIdS iF yOu DoN't WaNt To SpEnD tImE wItH tHeM?

Look at what my usual day looks like.

Look at what my day off looked like.

Do you really think I don't want to spend time with my kids? Do you really think I don't love my kids?

But I'm not a fucking MACHINE. I'm a PERSON. That's what people on Tumblr seem to forget. PARENTS ARE PEOPLE. The same tumblrinas who post ~uwu be kind to yourself rest if you need to, you should forgive yourself for that mistake you made~ will turn around, with zero sense of irony, and post "you're a bad parent if you ever raise your voice around a child."

Expecting parents to be perfect means expecting parents to be inhuman. It also means that a parent can't be poor (can't spend all your time being the perfect parent if you have to work multiple jobs or weird hours!), can't be introverted (can't be a perfect parent if you're not completely emotional available, god forbid socializing is exhausting for you), can't be on the ADHD or autism spectrum (what do you mean you forgot to get your kid to a doctor's appointment once? what do you mean over-stimulation can make you angry? how dare you get angry at a kid!), can't be depressed (gotta get out of bed every single day, gotta always be upbeat, patient, happy, or else that's Evil), can't be (like my wife) physically disabled (what do you mean your hands hurt too much to hold a child's hand? are you denying them touch?? CRUEL). And when the only answer you can offer to that is, "if you can't be that perfect you shouldn't be a parent," then you're saying people who aren't middle class to wealthy, people who aren't neurotypical, people who aren't physically able, shouldn't have children.

And honestly...what the fuck is your problem?

I'm not perfect. I tell my kids to just leave me alone sometimes. I raise my voice, especially when one of my kids starts punching the other, but also sometimes just cause I'm exhausted and Can't Anymore. I've forgotten an appointment by accident and felt like a total fucking idiot, and I've skipped an after school activity because I just wasn't up for taking them. I've served them more unbalanced, unhealthy meals than I can count. I've made many, many mistakes, but I've also done my best, and I love my kids, and I hope that when they grow up, they'll still love me even as they recognize that I wasn't perfect, just as I've come to accept my own parents' short-comings while still loving them very much. They're people, too, and the older I get, the more I understand where they were coming from.

When I fuck up, I apologize.

When they tell me they're unhappy with something I've done, I apologize, and I try to do better. Sometimes I even succeed.

This shit is hard, yo. And it's getting harder every year.

I'm BEGGING Tumblr: you need to start seeing parents as people. The way y'all talk about parenting on here is toxic, and genuinely harmful, and frankly exhausting. You have no idea what the reality of raising kids is like, and you need to shut the entire fuck up.

I had a day off yesterday.

I might get one more before the end of 2023.

I already can't wait. I am so, so, so tired. sigh

(if you actually read this whole rant and even a single word of it resonated for you, please reblog it. I'm tired of never seeing positive posts about parenting while I see negative ones with a bajillion notes.)

#unforth rambles #parenting #momblr #nothing prompted this #i just think about writing posts like this all the time #because the low-level background buzz of how much tumblr hates parents is a constant stressor tbh #and every once and a while i tip over the line end up Writing the Thing #and so here we are again #god i have so much to do today and instead i procrastinate with this #oops

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st4rr-girrl · 6 months

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Video Games

M.R

Summary; The toxic relationship between Mattheo and (Y/n).

Warnings; unrequited love, asshole Mattheo, NSFW, slight smut, angst, swearing.

A/N; this was my first song fic— but I hope you like it! This took me like two hours to write and I’m not joking 😭😭

Based on the song — video games, by Lana Del Rey

Swinging in the backyard.

Pull up in your fast car.

Whistling my name.

“(Y/n!)” Mattheo called out, with a wide, slap-able grin on his face. He was seated in the front seat of his fast, expensive mustang— watching your figure as you swung on the swing located in front of your house. It was summer, which meant you didn’t have to be at Hogwarts.

You excitedly hopped off the swing, your hair flowing in the wind as you rushed up to his car with a smile. “Hi Mattheo.” You cooed to your boyfriend, opening the car door and getting seated in the passenger seat. He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning up and down your body— but never landing on your face.

Without another word, he drove you to his house.

Open up a beer,

And you say, "Get over here

And play a video game.”

“(Y/n)! Check out this new video game I just got!” Mattheo called out from his bedroom. Wearing a white tank top, and underwear— as you two had just had intercourse— you kicked the fridge shut gently, and brought the two beers in your hand to his bedroom. You smiled sadly, your gaze flickering to the TV— which had his newest video game displayed on it. He was seated on his bed, biting his lip in concentration as his hands guided their way over his controller. You sat down in his bed, opening the beer and taking a swig before tossing the other beer next to him.

I'm in his favourite sundress.

Watchin' me get undressed,

Take that body downtown.

You were getting ready for a date with Mattheo, smiling to yourself in the mirror as you applied your lipgloss. You were wearing Mattheo’s favorite sundress, along with his favorite perfume— in order to please him. You ruffled your hair up, to give it more volume, before standing up as you heard a honk outside your house. You happily strolled downstairs, a small pep in your step as you opened the front door. A wide grin melting into your delicate features as you walked to his car, opening it and taking a seat in the passenger side.

“Hi baby.” You smiled, kissing his cheek affectionately. His eyes scanned up and down your body, before he bit his lip and turned his gaze back to the road and started to drive.

“You look amazing.” He complimented, making your cheeks flush and your heart pound.

You offered a cheeky grin, staring at your lap and clasping your hands together. “Thank you.”

Mattheo sat on his bed, watching as you slowly took your sundress off. His gaze was filled with lust and hunger as he stared at your body, biting his lip subconsciously. You wanted nothing more than to please him, and do whatever he asked of you.

You were laying in bed with Mattheo on top you you. “Fuck, baby. Your body is so hot.” He spoke breathlessly, pulling himself out of you before grabbing the beer on his nightstand. He stood up, putting his boxers on before walking to his TV and turning it on, before sitting back in bed and opening up his video game.

I say “You the bestest.”

Lean in for a big kiss,

Put his favorite perfume on.

Go play your video game.

“You’re the best, Mattheo.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing him passionately. He kissed back, in a half-assed manner— his eyes still glued onto his video game. You pulled away, frowning slightly as he turned his full attention to the video game. Heaving a sigh, you stood up and walked to the bathroom. You wet a rag, cleaning up what Mattheo had left behind on your skin with a small, sad frown.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You whispered, your hand running through his hair as he laid in your lap, playing his video game. He didn’t seem to be listening, however. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You cooed seductively, biting your lip as he raised a brow, redirecting his attention to you with a lustful smile. If intercourse is what you had to do to get his attention, you’d do it. But instead he turned his attention back to his video game, with a shrug— insinuating he only wanted to play his video game without you getting involved.

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

“What’s your type?” Theo asked Mattheo with a small smirk, assuming he’d describe you. Neither of them seemed to notice your presence lingering behind the corner of the hallway— peeking into the living-room where the two boys were smoking and drinking.

“I like bad girls.” Mattheo replied with a smirk of his own, raising a brow. Theo looked slightly surprised, and raised a brow aswell. You weren’t a bad girl. You were a good girl, who got good grades and stayed out of trouble. You frowned, backing up and walking down the hallway.

After summer, you returned to Hogwarts.

“Take it back, bitch!!” You shouted, kicking and punching the air as a Professor dragged you off of a girl. The girl had a fat lip, and forming bruises as she was also being dragged away from you.

“Never, slut!” She screeched, trying to pull away from the Professor to attack you.

Before you met Mattheo, you would’ve never done something like this. You would’ve simply kept your head down and kept walking. But after the conversation you overheard, you tried your hardest to be the one he wanted.

Mattheo smirked as he saw this, his amusement arising as he stared at you. He was turned on, but felt no sort of affection towards you. He was apathetic.

You and Mattheo were sitting in his bed in his dorm room, and per usual, he was invested in his video game. You grabbed a cigarette, lighting it and numbly staring at the screen as you took a drag. Mattheo smirked with a raised brow, turning his head towards you. “Since when do you smoke?” He snickered cruelly.

“Since now.”

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living is somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

With your newfound personality change for Mattheo, his interest in you rose— only noticeably to you. You soaked up the attention, getting into fights, smoking, drinking, getting piercings, anything to get his attention. It was working.

Swingin’ in the old bars,

Swingin’ with the old stars,

Livin’ for the fame.

You felt famous. Not only were you collecting the sliver of attention from Mattheo, but the people at school seemed to notice the behavior from you. Mattheo found it amusing, others found it disturbing and dramatic, but teachers found it disappointing and heartbreaking.

Kissin’ in the blue dark,

Playin’ pool and wild darts,

Video games.

You were at a party, sitting down on the couch and chugging the alcohol from your bottle. You were already drunk, and on the verge of blacking out. The music was muffled, and your eyes were red and half lidded. Mattheo was speaking with his friends, before noticing you. He strolled over to you, and took a seat next to you.

He holds me in his big arms,

Drunk and I am seeing stars,

This is all I think of.

You started making out with Mattheo in the corner passionately. A red solo cup half empty with alcohol, and a burning cigarette in your opposite hand. You were drunk, and the world was spinning— but you felt safe in Mattheo’s arms.

Watchin’ all our friends fall,

In and out of old Paul’s.

This is my idea of fun.

Video games.

Your friends got drunk every other night, stealing the alcohol from the Old Paul’s bar, with fake IDS. You joined them, stumbling in and out of the bar feeling giddy and giggly from the alcohol in your veins.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You reminded him, as he played his video games— even though you knew he wouldn’t be listening to you. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You tried speaking, but he was completely and utterly enamored in the video game he was playing. With a defeated sigh, you laid down and smoked a cigarette, staring at the ceiling.

I heard you like all the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

Even as you continued being a bad influence, he slowly got used to it— which meant less attention. You felt defeated. You stayed up, wondering how he could put you through so much and not even feel a single inch of love towards you. After the things you did for him. The effort you put into your relationship. You felt lost, and unloved.

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

After a while, you gave up on trying to grab his attention by being a troublemaker. You felt so alone. You stopped trying so hard, and your relationship only surrounded sex. You started being less of a troublemaker, and focused more on school than anything else.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.”

“Tell me all the things you want to do.”

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

He started to miss your voice. He started to miss how you would constantly boost his ego, and support him with whatever he was doing. How you would do small things for him, and how much affection you showered him in. How much trouble you’d get into just to be considered ‘his type.’

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

He loved you now. But it was too late. You had broken up with him, separated yourself from your friends and focused on your schoolwork. He stared at you in the halls, during class, during dinner, breakfast, and lunch. He looked at your face. Something he failed to do when you were together. Now he was the one who had to fight for your attention. And holy fuck, it hurt him so bad.

And now you do.

Now you do.

Baby, now you do.

(Requested by @priyanichhabra)

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lovelytsunoda · 8 days

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common people // mercedes amg (v)

summary: baby merc has a magical brush with love at a college event....too bad she doesn't get his name, contact information or any way to ever see him again

pairing: platonic!mercedes amg x intern!female!reader

author's note: i'm back, bitches! y'all should know i use this series as a coping mechanism for some of the things going on in my life....just putting that out there. that's why it sometimes seems like baby merc is just floundering, but today, it's her world and we're just living in it.

"nobody is going to be at this thing anyways since its so close to exams, so don't even worry that you can't make it." baby merc laughs, turning down her radio as she tries to reverse into a parking spot at her college. "the parking lot is packed though, must be lots of late classes today."

on the other end of the phone line, doriane pin laughs. "i'm sorry still! we've only got a few more days to hang out before i have to go to zandvoort for more academy testing."

"listen, if a mercedes sponsored driver can win anything at this point, i will be happy about it because or car is shit with a capital 's'." she paused for a moment. "please don't let toto know i said that."

doriane laughed gleefully. since the addition of the f1 academy driver to mercedes’ army of teenagers and young adults, each one mentored by toto and Susie themselves, y/n and doriane had become close friends. closer than friends, almost. it was nice to go to work and be around another girl her own age for once.

she stepped out of the aging, secondhand mercedes she drove, locking the car door and tucking her keys into her pocket as she crossed the lot to the student centre. there were dozens of college students milling about, despite all the on-site food options having closed half an hour ago.

the student center smelled like fresh paint when she opened the door, a serene expression in her face as she wandered into the common room, delighted to see the electric fireplace going, the room filed with round tables full of canvases and acrylic.

the college paint nights had always been her happy place. no expectations, a relaxed environment. an instructor who didn’t care if you followed her instructions to the ‘t’ (or at all). it was a welcome break from all of the other crap going on in her life.

she took her usual spot near the front, donning the dollar store apron hung over the back of the chair and settling in front of the canvas, a chill britpop playlist humming from the in-ceiling speaker set.

the group had been painting happily for ages when he wandered in. with the blended background almost done, she looked up from her conversation with the blonde girl next to her to catch him tentatively standing in the doorway.

his hair was messy, flopping around his face. he had airpods in, and she could faintly hear the riff of a rolling stones song. his sweater read ‘elevating devices.’ he was a trades boy.

“do you have room for one more?” he asked, looking over at olive, the program leader.

“of course!” olive grinned, caught in the middle of doing a blending demonstration on her forearm. “come on in, I can get you caught up.”

she felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that the only empty spot in the room was behind her. the boy smiled at her as he sat down, clumsily slipping into the gingham apron. it looked out of place with his hoodie and sweatpants, and the visual made her smile.

could this be it? the day something in her love life finally went right?

all throughout the paint night, since she was two steps ahead of everyone else (you go to every one of these things, you begin to pick up the tips and tricks of the trade), she found that she kept looking back at the newcomer, and admiring the look of concentration etched onto his face.

whatever happens, happens.

you did not come here to meet boys, you came here for you.

but goddamn it, he was so cute! and he painted! he was perfect! hell, he listened to the goddamn rolling stones!

it was the end of the night, 'pulp' playing on the speakers as the last few painters began to pack up.

"excuse me?" she felt a hand tap her shoulder, and she turned around from where she was repacking her primark purse to face the boy in the lifting devices sweater.

she hoped he couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest.

"what are we supposed to do with these?" he asked, holding up one of olive's easels.

"they fold up." she said quietly, almost shyly as she took the metal stand from his hands. "like this. i come here all the time, helping olive pack up is the least i can do."

"nice." he said sheepishly, reaching for his own painting. "this was my first time."

"that's pretty good for your first try." she complimented, picking up her own canvas, as well as her car keys.

"can i walk you out?' the boy asked, gesturing towards the door.

"sure." she smiled, blush rising on her cheeks. she turned, flagging olive down and hoping the boy wouldn't notice. due to her frequent attendance at the paint parties, olive an dher had become fast friends, and she didn't miss the way the painter flashed her a thumbs up and suggestive wink as the pair left the student center.

"so, you a fan of the stones? i could hear them playing from your headphones when you walked in." she asked, trying to start a conversation, and hoping that he somehow found her interesting.

"a fairly recent one." he laughed, free hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.

sweatpants. we can work on that. three months dating me, she thought, and i can get you into a snazzy pair of jeans.

"i took a history course on the british invasion as an elective. it's all about the stones, the beatles, the who. any british band with 'the' in the name, really. the kinks are my favourite."

"awesome. my dad is a big jagger fan. i grew up singing 'you can't always get what you want' when other kids my age were singing 'apple bottom jeans'."

god, she loved the guy already.

"what are you studying?"

"law. i have my last final exam tomorrow, and i'm actually doing some part-time, minimum wage office work for a formula one team. legally, i can't tell you what exactly i'm doing." she grinned. "well. i could. but then i'd have to kill you."

she'd been waiting her whole life to say that.

"that's awesome." worlds were burned for a smile like the one this guy had. it was dangerous just how strongly she felt after barely talking to him. "i doubt my chosen career path will land me anywhere near as exciting as an f1 team. but who knows, i might be paid the big bucks to fix a service elevator in their building."

"well, this is me." she frowned, pointing in the direction of her parking lot. why did she feel so strongly about leaving a guy she didn't even know? "it was nice painting with you. you should come to another one in september."

"yeah, maybe i will. are you going to the one at the other campus tomorrow? i might try and make it, since my classes are over at that campus anyways."

"i can't, it's right in the middle of my exam." but god did she wish she could. if she wasn't so scared of failing, she'd skip the exam just for him.

"right, right." he nodded, gesturing towards the residency building behind him. "this is me. it was nice talking to you."

"you too." she smiled sheepishly, turning around and beginning the walk to her car.

she resisted the urge to look back, worried that it would be followed by something potentially foolish, like an 'aren't you going to kiss me', or an invitation to get coffee (that he could then very well turn down).

it wasn't until she was back in her car, heat turned on and classic rock playing, that she realized that he might have very well been into her, and she didn't even get his name.

"shit!"

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"i'm telling you, doriane, this was my rom-com moment waiting to happen and i blew it!" she groaned, face in hands as she sat around the round table in the break room, recounting her woes to not just her closest colleagues, but those she considered to be her friends as well.

she had always loved the break room. it was light and airy, painted in white with bamboo furniture and a wall of windows. sometimes, she brought her work laptop in there and worked at one of the green couches in the corner.

"you were so close!" doriane commiserated with her, placing one hand over hers. "babes, you got this. you'll be ready for the next stud who comes along."

across the table, frederik vesti hid his grin behind his cup of coffee. "hey, maybe you dodged a bullet. he could have been a serial killer. or worse, a premier league fan."

doriane snorted, and ungraceful sound, yet one that was full of love. "yeah right."

she had been over the situation millions of times since the she'd gotten back in her car, and she just could not figure out why it had never occurred to her to get the boy's name, or to offer up her own.

"eh, you'll get the next one." george shrugged, placing a hand on her shoulder as he moved to stand behind the young intern. "just look at me and carmen. it took me a very long time to find someone like her. she'd one of a kind, that woman. i'm gonna marry her someday."

"better get cracking on that one, george old boy." frederik laughed. "i want your seat, if the kid doesn't beat me there."

"they're not putting kimi in an f1 seat." doriane argued. "its way too soon."

"i dunno, bearman did a really good job with that ferrari. if he's the blueprint, toto will just follow what his mates are doing so it looks like he's keeping with the times."

the seat conversation was beginning to make her nervous, and she could feel the hives rising on her arms as she tried to remind herself that lewis leaving mercedes had nothing to do with her.

it was the timing of his decision, announcing he was leaving so soon after she felt like she had truly made a home at brackley. but it made sense. a man like lewis needed to go somewhere that could give him the car he needed to take home that eighth championship, and currently, it wasn't looking like that was going to happen here.

that didn't change the fact that it stung. that in a way, it felt like lewis was leaving her.

"y/n, do you know who toto's been talking to about the second seat?" geroge asked, raising an eyebrow as he blew on his tea, steam rising onto his pale face. pair that with the cardigan he was wearing, and he was starting to look like someone's geriatric grandfather (and she said that with all the love in her heart that she had to give)

y/n did know. legal had been very busy organizing and prepping meetings, as well as drawing up draft contracts and disclosure agreements.

but a non-disclosure agreement worked both ways. and, since she liked fucking with george, he wasn't getting a proper answer.

she grinned, sipping the last of her hot chocolate "no can do. signed an nda. expressly forbids me from selling the gossip to the press, or from telling nosy british boys."

"that's not fair! you're british as well!" george whined. "come on, it affects me as well."

y/n laughed, appreciating the light air that george brought to the conversation, instead of making it a somber affair about lewis' departure. "oh, would you look at the time. my break is over, and i now need to go track down some engineers and get them to swear affidavits."

fred looked at her with a confused glace, his head cocked to the side like a golden retriever puppy. "why? who's taking us to court?"

"nobody is suing us. it's time to make our cost cap submissions to the fia, and the engineers need to swear that they're telling the truth."

"so you can tell us about that, but not about contract talks?" george tried one last time to get an answer from her as she packed up her tote, bag, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles.

"nice try. good luck on the sim this afternoon, vesti over here says its not pretty."

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willixmsonswife · 9 months

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rest/leah williamson

*leah williamson x fem!reader *the word 'rest' is simply not included in leah's vocabulary *tiny argument and mentions of her torn acl at the beginning but happy end :)

*2.75k words

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"I tore my acl." Those were definitely not the words I wanted to hear from Leah when I walked into her room. I had watched her limp off the pitch during the match and I wasn't able to concentrate on the rest of it. I had to wait until she was in the hospital to see her because the security wouldn't let me. "She's my best friend, she needs me!" didn't really change their mind.

So I waited three hours in my apartment, car keys in one hand, phone in the other. I almost dropped my phone when it rang and immediately accepted the call. "Hello?" I tried to hide the worry in my voice but it was still very present. "Hello is this y/n y/l/n?" An unfamiliar voice answered. "Yes, that's me. Who is this?" Maybe it wasn't the call I was expecting. "I'm a nurse at the St. Marys Hospital in London and I'm calling for Leah Williamson. She would've called herself but she has to undergo an MRI at the moment. I'm calling you because your number was marked as the one to call if something happened and I think she really needs someone to be by her side." I felt my heart drop further and further while the nurse talked. Leah had to undergo an MRI by herself and I was probably the only person that knew that she was terrified of those machines. Plus, an MRI was not a good sign for her knee. "Okay, thank you for calling me. I'll be there in 15 minutes." I hung up and just stared at my phone. What if she really tore her acl? What if she couldn't play football for the rest of the year? That would be pure torture for her and it would absolutely destroy her not only physically but mentally. She worked so hard to be selected for the World Cup and wore the captain armband with pride every single time. I had to be there for her through all of it. I stood up and drove to the hospital as fast as I could.

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"Excuse me? I'm here to see Leah Williamson. A nurse called me earlier saying that-"

"Ah yes, you are miss y/l/n right?"

"Yes, yes that's me."

"Miss Williamson is currently staying in room 204 which is just across the corridor on the right side." She pointed towards the direction and I thanked her before searching for the right room. 200, 202, 204. There it was. I took a deep breath. I had to be calm now, I had to pull myself together for Leah.

I knocked three times and heard her response soon after. "Come in." So I did. The first thing I saw as I entered were her jersey and her shorts, neatly folded on a chair at the other end of the room. I took a few steps towards her bed but she only looked at me when I stood directly next to her. "I tore my acl." Her eyes were bloodshot and I could hear in her voice that she already cried. "Lee, I-"

"No. Please don't say anything. I don't want to hear your encouragements and how everything's going to be fine! It's not! I'm not able to play in Australia and I'm gonna let the whole team down! It's not going to be fine!" Her voice became louder and louder while she talked and she screamed the last sentence. I was well aware that this anger was not directed towards me but more towards the fact that this happened to her, now, and that she couldn't do anything about it. So instead of telling her that, I hugged her tight. I could feel her tense muscles relaxing at my touch and she just gave in to her feelings. "Why did it have to be me? Why now?" She said in between sobs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know Leah, I'm so sorry." I just held her and rubbed her back comfortingly while she cried.

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This whole situation happened over two months ago. Leah was now past the surgery and had started rehab. It was going well but one thing bothered me extremely. "Leah?" I stopped the episode I was watching and sat up from the sofa. The apartment was completely silent now that the tv had stopped. "Lee?" I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. "Yes?" I opened the door and was met by Leah standing in front of her closet, only dressed in shorts and a bra, holding up a dress and a blazer. My eyes instantly moved from her well trained body to the floor, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. "Oh hi y/n. What's up?"

"I, eh- I called you from down stairs. Wanted to know what I should make for dinner."

"Oh right. You-" She turned around to face me and saw me looking down, embarrassment unfortunately still clearly written on my face. "You can look at me y'know?"

"Oh, I just- I didn't know if-"

"y/n, we're living together. We're best friends and room mates. I'm absolutely not bothered by you looking at me and it does not make me feel uncomfortable. Trust me." I lifted my head and her piercing blue eyes looked straight into mine. My cheeks immediately turned a bit redder but I tried to ignore it, hoping that she didn't notice. Unknown to me, she did and she wasn't upset about it one bit. "So, dinner. What should I make?"

"Actually, I'm going out this evening. You only have to cook for yourself."

"What? You're going out? Again? With who and where?"

"With Alex, she invited me as her plus one to this event and-"

"Lee you can not possibly be serious right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Leah, you had your surgery two months ago and only started rehab, It's going well, yes, but the doctor still said that you have to take things slow especially going out for so long. You already met up with over ten different people in not even two weeks! You have to rest and give your knee a break, please."

"Oh and you suddenly care about that? So you don't want me to return to my normal life and just have fun with my friends? You want me to stay home and just do nothing apart from the rehab? What great best friend you are!"

I tried my best to stay calm, not wanting to start an argument at this moment.

"That's not what I said and you know that. I just don't want you overwork your knee and set you back in you rehab because we both know that that's the last thing you would want right now. You just have to accept that your life is not the same as before right now but-"

"I know that it's not the same! I had to actually come to terms with the change, you didn't! You could just continue your life like nothing happened because nothing happened to you! You didn't tear your acl, you didn't have to undergo surgery, you don't have to go to rehab four times a week because your life didn't change one bit!" I did not expect her to start yelling at me. I just stood there and didn't move, scared that she would just snap again. I did not deserve any of those accusations and I was totally aware of that.

"You know what? Go to your event. Why don't you just stay at Alex' house for that matter? So you two can just party all night long and forget about everything."

I saw in Leah's eyes that she knew she had overstepped a line. "y/n-" She took a step forward and reached for my hand but I stepped back.

"No. You don't get to do that Leah. I know that your life is hard right now but I'm doing everything I can to help and support you. I cook for you, I drive you everywhere, I go to rehab with you because you don't want to feel alone and I even started to work from home just so you don't have to feel lonely in our apartment! And you know why I do that? Because I love you okay? I love you Leah and I would do everything for you, even tear my own acl just so you have someone who feels what you had to feel! I love you way more than I should and I'm sorry that I care about your health and your wellbeing so much."

With those words I left her room and stormed into mine, which was just across from hers. I slammed the door shut before she could even think about following me. Hot tears streamed over my cheeks as I sat down on the edge of my bed. Leah and I rarely argued which I was extremely thankful for. And normally we always apologized to each other minutes after it enden because we couldn't stand the thought of being mad at one another. But not this time. This fight was the biggest one we've had and I knew that it wouldn't just be solved by saying sorry.

Thinking about the fight, I realized what I said to her. Did I actually confess my feelings to her in an argument? Oh god. I let myself fall onto my bed and just wanted to turn back time. How could I be so stupid and let my emotions get the best of me?

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About half an hour later I heard Leah's door open. I could hear her stop in front of my door and I imagined her standing there, only a few meters away from me, contemplating what to do or say next. Then she knocked. "y/n?" I couldn't get myself to answer and just continued to stare at my ceiling. At least I had stopped crying now. "I- fuck. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. That argument escalated way too fast and I- I don't even know what I wanna say. I'm sorry. I'm going now, Alex is waiting outside. Call me tomorrow, please."Her voice broke and I could hear that she was as close to crying as I was. And yet, I didn't answer. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted and I was not going to stop her. I listened to her steps as she walked downstairs, struggled to put on her shoes and finally left the house. She didn't slam the door like I did, she closed it carefully, like everything was normal. Except it wasn't. I had this weird feeling like something heavy was laying on my chest and I couldn't breathe properly. Maybe it was good that she left, maybe that was what we needed. A watery smile appeared on my lips when I thought about it. Who was I even kidding? I already missed her even though she only left 10 minutes ago. How pathetic was that? I slowly made my way out of my bed and carefully opened the door as if someone was still here that I could possibly bother. I took the same steps down stairs that Leah took only a few moments ago. The tv was still on pause so I just sat down and continued to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S aimlessly. Just when I thought about calling Keira to tell her about everything that had happened, I heard someone opening the door. Who was that? The only person who had a spare key was Keira and the last time I checked she was in Barcelona. My eyes were fixed on the door. The remote In my right hand, I was ready to throw it at- "Leah?" I lowered my hand and looked at her confused. "What the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to go out with Alex." My confusion was replaced by slight anger as I recalled the events from earlier. "Oh y/n, I- I didn't expect you to be downstairs. I thought-"

"What are you doing here Leah?"

She closed the door behind here and took her shoes off before she came to sit on the couch next to me. I turned so I could face her and watched her carefully as she placed a bag on the small table next to us. "Please let me talk y/n. I need to apologize to you."

I nodded, signaling her to continue and that I was listening.

"Okay so, I need to tell you that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of the things that I said earlier because you don't deserve it. You did everything you could for me and I took it for granted which it's absolutely not. You didn't have to do that and yet you still did because you care for me. You stayed by my side during the time before the surgery, encouraged me right before it and were the first to visit me afterwards. You helped me come home and made me feel more at home than I ever felt before. I want to thank you for that. It might take more than just this apology but I'm willing to do everything for you that you did for me."

"Leah-"

"No, I'm not finished." She took my hands in hers and gently stroke her thumb over the back of my hand.

"During those couple months, I could always count on you, you were always there for me. You made me feel things I never felt before. I'm not the best at expressing my emotions and I think you're aware of that." I chuckled and a small smile made its way onto her face. "But this is different. Every time you drove me somewhere, rehab, the store, literally anywhere and put your hand on my thigh to comfort me, it felt like small fireworks exploded in my whole body. I had no idea why that was the case but I just always wanted to be close to you. Every single touch, every single look, every single hug wasn't enough because I wanted to feel you close the entire time. What I'm trying to say is, I think I fell for you. No, scratch that. I'm madly in love with you y/n and when you told me that you felt the same in my room, my brain just couldn't process the fact that you actually said that." She let out a slight chuckle and looked directly into my eyes. "I like you too y/n."

"I- wow. I did not expect that. Are you serious?"

"One hundred twenty percent." I smiled and leaned forward to hug her. "Thank you Lee, I really appreciate it." I felt her place a kiss on my temple and my heart swell at that small gesture. "So what's in that bag?" I asked as I let go of her. "Take out from the Japanese restaurant that you love so much. I thought you might don't wanna cook after this whole thing."

I just looked at her, sitting in front of me, eyes full of love. "Thank you Lee. It's perfect honestly." I grabbed one of the take out boxes and Leah got us two forks from the kitchen. We settled on the couch and continued to watch the episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S that I had started.

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I finished before her and 'obliviously' put my hand on her thigh, tracing random patterns on it. I could feel her tense and just grinned. She placed her empty box on the table and I shifted in my seat until I faced her. She sensed my gaze on her and turned her head. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Nope, nothing." I moved my hand up a bit more and Leah's cheeks turned a dark shade of red. "So, I set off small fireworks in you?" I smirked at her teasingly and she just looked down, trying to hide her now crimson red cheeks. I lifted her head with one finger and leaned forward. "Was is too much?"

"Not at all Lee. I'm just glad to know that I'm not alone with that feeling." I whispered against her lips before I closed the gap and enjoyed her soft lips on mine. We parted after a few seconds and I rested my head on her chest. "It might take more than one kiss like that to convince me that you're not lying about this." I grinned and Leah let out a small laugh. "I think that's possible to arrange."

i'm baaack! this maybe took a bit more than a few day but eyyy, at least i finished it. i hope you liked it :)

and this whole text is not proofread so i apologize in advance for any possible mistakes

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lilisgardensblog · 8 months

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~Alluring Gaze~

Vyn Richter x Reader

"One kiss for one shell."

fem! reader, kissing, make out

A/N: I didn't actually read this card, but I'm in love with it so here's a fanfic based on it

You are walking by the sea shore, trying to calm your mind. You had an awfully busy schedule today and the stress was starting to get you. You had a headache all day, almost didn't turn in a very important file and even Mr. Wing asked you if you were okay. You said yes, but he sent you earlier home anyways.

Back at home you tried to do some work, but you simply couldn't concentrate. You were staring at your laptop screen for an hour, until you decided it's pointless. You got up and drove to the sea, the only place that could calm your mind in your current state.

Back in the present, you are walking by the sea shore gathering some pretty shells as the moonlight is guiding your every step. Busy collecting the shells for some handmade gift you wanted to make, you don't notice the pair of eyes that have been observing you for the past minutes. Or at least not until a tail hits the water near those golden eyes.

You stopped midway from picking up a shell, but quickly straightened your back as the eyes were moving closer toward you. You could now see blue ,ears like, fins peaking through the white locks of what you were sure of by now it's a merfolk. A very beautiful, alluring and curious merfolk.

Curious as well, you took a cautious, small step forward trying not to scare the merfolk and get yourself possibly drowned. The merman also swam closer and was now with its human half out of the water as the tail was still moving in the water.

You dropped to your knees so you two could be at the same height as you locked eyes with the mysterious merman. You were still unsure if he could understand you or not, but you decided to speak anyway just so you'll do something else then lose yourself in those golden eyes.

"Hi..." you said almost whispering, not daring to ruin the atmosphere.

He turned his head, looking at you with an amused yet impressed look. He almost looked proud of you for not running away and answered you back. "Hello"

Trying to keep the conversation going you ask the next question you could think of. "What is your name?" you asked and your curious gaze made the merfolk laugh. It was more of a low tone, amused giggle, but he answered you anyways.

"Where I come from they call me Vyn. What about you, pretty human?" His tone was unreadable, making you unsure why he took an interest in you. Maybe where he came from he lured all the mermaids and was uninterested in them so he decided to come above and find a naive human girl to play with.

"y/n" you answered and played with one of the shells near you as Vyn studied you, observing your every move, how you look around trying to gather your thoughts to form a question, but not sure what to ask first.

"Ask me." he spoke, getting closer to you, placing his hands on each side of your legs, trapping you with his body. You were now face to face with the merfolk that you thought would drown you and he was forcing you to put yourself together while he was towering over you, making your mind run wild. He figured you all out and knew you wanted to ask him something and was now patiently waiting for you to form the question. Gulping your distracting thoughts you asked.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked pleased with your question or maybe he was simply pleased that you finally managed to ask something and confirm that he was right and you had a question lingering at the tip of your tongue.

"I was simply swimming in my waters when I sensed a new presence in my territory and it appears the intruder had the audacity to even steal my belongings."

You were shocked. It appears that Vyn was accusing you of going into his territory when you walked on this sea shore millions of times. It's true that you didn't do your weekly walks in the past couple of months, but no one accused you of transpassing before. Or worse, of stealing.

"Excuse yourself, but first, it's not the first time I'm walking around here and second, I'm not stealing anything."

The corners of his lips raised and you realized you might have said something against yourself. An attorney that couldn't protect itself, the universe was laughing at you today and this was the cherry on top for all your misfortunes.

"So you admit you've been transpassing multiple times and deny that you're not taking with you the shells you've been collecting since you came here?" he was enjoying this. The look on your face, stunned and out of words, as he was simply stating the evidence from his point of view.

You reminded yourself you're an attorney and as shitty as this day went you still had to defend yourself. "There is no sort of warning that states this is a private territory and I'm sure these shells have no owner as they are spread by the sea in a public zone."

He laughed once again. "I think I might like you ,human.Fine I'll offer you my shells, but not for free. You have to agree with my conditions if you want them." Unsure of what he meant, you nodded, waiting for Vyn to specify the conditions.

"One kiss for one shell."

You could feel your cheeks getting warm as the distracting thoughts you pushed back moments ago were brought back with one sentence.

"You can pick the placement of each kiss, I won't force you to do anything against your will, darling."

You looked at your shells. They were 5 in total and you considered for a moment letting them there and going back home. You could gather shells in another day without a blue tailed merfolk accusing you or even better you could find another beach to pick up shells. But what if another beach had another merfolk?

"So that means just 5 kisses?"

"Indeed."

"Wherever I want?"

"Mhm."

"Well then...." you took a deep breath and placing both your hands on his face you kissed his left cheek then his right cheek. "That means 2 shells, right?"

He nodded and you leaned in once again and kissed his forehead. "3 shells..." you kept count. "2 more to go" Vyn seemed to try and encourage you but you realized you're running out of options.

You leaned in again, kissing the tip of his nose, making him pull back a second in disbelief. He looked like a little kitten who got an unexpected nose boop. "one more to go..." you whispered looking at the last place you could kiss him, admiring his lips. How they moved slightly in expectation, waiting for you to decide.

Leaning in one last time, you slowly kissed his lips. You were ready to announce that you finally earned all your shells, but Vyn caught your lips again and deepened the kiss. It wasn't anything forceful, letting you decide if you want to break the kiss or not.

You placed your arms behind his neck, pulling him closer, letting him know you wanted this as much as he wanted it. His hands travelled down the curve of your waist and back up caressing your round br3asts. You moaned in the kiss and moved your hand through his hair, giving it a slight pull making the merfolk moan into your arms.

His lips moved from your lips to your neck, exploring and leaving a small bruise with each kiss. You raised your head to allow him to mark every inch of your skin as your hands were moving through his hair and then moving to feel his chest, his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He came back up to find your lips again, both of you lost in the moment. His warmth against yours, his hands on your body and your hands on his, everything felt perfect.

But the moment was interrupted by a passing car, both of you pulling away at the sudden sound. Vyn looked down at you, admiring his work. You were sure you looked like a mess and all he did was kiss you. You could feel your hair being messy and your neck was pulsating under the sudden love marks. But he wasn't any better. His wet hair was now messy thanks to your hands and was now slightly covering his eyes and his lips were covered in your lipstick, now a bit smudged from the previous actions. While both of you tried to catch your breath, Vyn let you stand again, giving you a hand to raise yourself from the sand. You were sitting crossed legged, trying to fix your hair as both of you were shocked by what happened.

You cleared your throat and broke the silence.

"I think I need to leave." Vyn nodded and handed you your shells not saying anything. "Thank you" you added, ready to leave. You turned one last time and gave the merfolk one last kiss before leaving for good, going back to your car.

vyn pov

'She left so soon, leaving me on the sea shore, watching her figure turn smaller and smaller as she went further away....I saw the hesitation in her eyes before kissing me. Maybe she thought I was just messing with the first human girl I've seen....I've never felt this. The way my heart skipped a beat, before beating miles per hour....Who is she really?'

The blue merfolk spoke in the wind as his finger tips touched his lips, where her lips were moments ago. Such an ironic situation. He finally found someone that made him want to live again and she was a human. A mere mortal that should bow before him and yet he was willing to worship her if he could have the chance to see her one more time.

(this was so fun to write live laugh love vyn)

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lucy90712 · 4 months

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could write about rúben is jealous at your used to be uni crush when you accidentally met him at party rúben ended up being protective and a bit cranky (or clingy), fluff at the end. thanks <3

WC: 2.4k After a very long gruelling season everything is finally done and Ruben and the rest of the Man City team have a lot to celebrate after winning the champions league to complete the treble. This season has been hard on everyone including me as Ruben has been so busy and stressed that there was a period of time where we barely saw each other and whenever we did all we did was argue. Thankfully we made it through that time and now we are closer than ever which I'm so glad about as I was really worried I was going to lose him but that's all behind us now.

Tonight we get to celebrate everything the team has achieved as Jack invited Ruben and I out to a nearby club to enjoy a night off. Ruben isn't usually one to go clubbing but this time he seemed more than happy to go as I think he wanted to go out and enjoy himself after everything he's worked hard for this year. He deserves it too Ruben has been so dedicated to the team the entire year and I've never seen him work quite this hard which is saying something as he always gives 100% to anything he does. As much as it's been difficult at times it's been amazing to be involved in this incredible year for the team and for Ruben.

Despite agreeing to this a few days ago Ruben neglected to tell me until this afternoon but luckily for him I'm not high maintenance at all so I'm happy to get ready in an hour if I have to. Straight after Ruben decided that I needed to know about our plans I ran upstairs to shower as he dragged me to the gym this morning and I've been too tired to move since. I took a nice long shower washing my hair and shaving so I felt good as you can't look good if you don't feel good. By the time I was done Ruben was in our bedroom shirtless looking at his wardrobe to find a top to wear which was a beautiful sight as not only does he look amazing without a shirt on but I absolutely love his concentration face and that's the expression he had looking at all of his clothes. He didn't notice me to begin with but then I stepped on the one creaky floorboard and of course that caught his attention and his concentration face changed into a smile.

"Seeing as you're here do you want to help me pick an outfit?" I asked Ruben

"Of course I do now what criteria do I have to meet" he laughed

"Well it's not cold as it's summer so warmth doesn't need to be considered so it is completely up to you" I said

"Well then I think you have to wear this one" he said pulling out a red dress which happens to be his favourite

"Ooh tonight must be a special celebration if I you want me to wear this" I teased

"I just want to see my beautiful girlfriend looking and feeling her best" he said

"Thank you babe" I said

"Plus I feel like making some guys jealous that you're all mine and not theirs" he smirked as he left to go into the bathroom

I got myself ready in record time with a bit of help from Ruben in putting my jewellery on and zipping up my dress. He also did my shoes up for me which I said wasn't necessary but he did it anyway. With that we were both ready to go so Ruben drove us to the club as he's not going to drink he did that after the champions league win and made me promise to never let him drink again. I'm not a huge drinker either but on occasion I will have a few and I plan for tonight to be one of those occasions as I think I deserved to have some fun plus Jack will probably have me doing shots within a few minutes of our arrival anyway.

As soon as we arrived Ruben led me over to the vip section of the club where everyone that was coming was already sat. Straight way the other wives and girlfriends came over and took me over to their table to catch up as we haven't seen each other in ages. Ruben brought me a drink a few minutes after we had sat down but after that he left me to talk to my friends. That's something I love about Ruben he doesn't have to be by my side at all times he's happy to let me have fun by myself but somehow he's always there when I need him.

I enjoyed catching up with the girls but I wanted to spend some time with Ruben so I collected him and made him come to the dance floor with me. Neither of us are great dancers but I always enjoy dancing with him so we always dance together and just forget about what anyone else thinks of us. His arms went straight round my waist and I rested mine on his shoulders as we both swayed to the music. Ruben had a devilish smile on his face as we were dancing together and he made it very clear what he wanted in the way he started kissing my neck and gripping my waist tighter but I'm not going to give in that easy.

After a while of dancing the both of us wanted a break so we stood by the bar so we could have some space. As we were stood there I thought I saw someone I recognised then he turned around and my suspicions were confirmed. It was a guy I met while I was in university we were friends throughout my studies but I had a huge crush on him so when we finished uni and he brought his girlfriend to graduation we drifted apart and I got on with my own life. We haven't seen each other since graduation and it's been years since I've even thought about him so it was weird to see him in a random club in Manchester. Seeing as I studied in London it felt very random but that being said I always love seeing people from uni as I feel like I've changed so much since then and I love hearing how everyone's life has unfolded.

"What are you looking at?" Ruben asked

"Oh there's just a guy over there that I went to uni with" I said

"Which one?" He asked

"The blonde guy Joey I can't believe I used to have a crush on him" I laughed

"Wait you had a crush on that guy" Ruben questioned

"Yeah a huge crush but he brought his girlfriend to graduation which crushed me so that ended that" I said

Ruben went to say something else but before he could Joey noticed me and made his way over with a smile on his face. He greeted me with a hug before he introduced himself to Ruben before shaking his hand. Ruben is usually more than happy to meet people new people especially people I know from before I met him but for some reason he just seemed off. As soon as he let go of joey's hand his arm went back around my waist almost protectively and I could see that his jaw was tensed. It's so unlike Ruben that I had no idea what was wrong with him I mean surely he can't be jealous I've been with him for 3 nearly 4 years now and I’ve not seen Joey for even longer than that. It's not like I still have any feelings it was a stupid crush anyway he was just the only guy that had ever paid me any attention at the time so that's why I liked him so much.

"It's been so long now have you been?" I asked

"I've been good I just got a new job here in Manchester so I'm out with a few new coworkers what have you been up to I feel like I haven't seen anything of you since graduation" Joey said

"Life's been good busy but good I got a job here in Manchester straight out of uni which is how I met Ruben and since life has been pretty crazy with traveling to games all over the place" I said hoping mentioning Ruben would make him less tense

"Thats amazing I knew you would do great things you were always the smartest one in the class" Joey said

"Also congrats on the treble mate it's an insane achievement" he added

"Thanks" Ruben replied rather coldly

I ignored his attitude and kept chatting to Joey as I'm probably not going to see him again for another few years after this as that's just how life is. The longer I kept talking the more Ruben moved his arms around my waist and held me tighter to his chest. It was so weird seeing Ruben act like this he's usually never the jealous or overly protective type he only ever got jealous one time when this guy was flirting with me before we were officially dating. I could almost feel Ruben's dislike for Joey and I wasn't even looking at him which is also weird as he always tries to get along with everyone he meets as he's just they type of person but clearly in this situation the Ruben I know and love has disappeared. For some reason it was making me feel slightly angry that Ruben couldn't even attempt to see that Joey's a nice guy instead he has to embarrass me by acting like an asshole when all I want is to portray him as the loving boyfriend he really is.

Joey offered to buy us drinks and seeing as I'd only had 1 so far I accepted and of course Ruben declined but again I could feel his anger at me for even accepting. At this point I was completely fed up with his attitude so I ignored him and his many attempts to get my attention or stop me talking to Joey. I know this will probably cause an argument later but I'm simply just catching up with an old friend who I haven't seen in years and I'm not going to let Ruben ruin that just because he's jealous or whatever he's feeling.

It was lovely catching up with Joey but after a while he had to get back to his new co workers and of course Ruben took his chance to say we should get back to his teammates before quickly dragging me back to where everyone else was stood. Seeing as he'd let go of his death grip on me I managed to slip away from him and go back to the girls ass I needed their advice and also a bit of time to calm down before I yell at Ruben and say things I don't mean. The girls were really helpful as they told me that Ruben was being over the top but they helped me see his side of the situation by saying that I wouldn't like it if Ruben made me talk to girls he liked before me. I understood what they were saying and it made me feel a bad so I decided it was time to leave to go and talk to Ruben.

Once I suggested we leave Ruben was more than happy to go so I followed him back out to the car where he seemed to be a lot happier and more relaxed than he was earlier. He held my hand and we sung along to music together which is a lot more like the Ruben I know and love although there was still a bit of unresolved tension in the air but soon that will all be resolved. When we made it home both of us changed into more comfortable clothes and settled down on the sofa with a movie on but I quickly took the remote and paused the movie so we could talk.

"Is everything alright?" Ruben asked

"Everything's fine I just think we need to talk about what happened earlier at the club" I said

"It's fine y/n I'm over it" he said pretty unconvincingly

"You might say you're over it but I still think we should talk about it so first I want to say I'm sorry for putting you in that position I know I wouldn't like it if you did the same to me I just saw him and wanted to catch up as it's been long but I'm sorry for that" I explained

"Now you can tell me what's on your mind" I said

"It's not necessarily the fact that you used to have a crush on him it's just he's so different to me I mean he's blonde with blue eyes and I'm the opposite of that and you said you had a huge crush on him and that just made me question why you love me" he said

"Oh Ruben I only had a crush on him as he was the first guy to ever be kind to me but then I met you I realised that it was just a crush and nothing more as my feelings for you were so different to what I felt for Joey it was love I love you and only you Ruben" I said

"That really means a lot to hear because I felt exactly the same when I met you I'm sorry I got so jealous it was silly of me but believe me I won't ever forget what you just said to me" he smiled

"Good because I want you to know that I love you at all times" I said

He leaned in to give me a kiss but once our lips connected he pushed me down onto the sofa and began tickling my sides. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing even if I wanted to so I had to pull away from the kiss which made Ruben chuckle too. Any tension or bad feelings were gone within and instant after that and we were back to being completely in love with each other which is how I always want us to be.

#ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias #football imagine

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sturnsreader · 5 months

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sleeping in

part 1 of 6

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you and chris were never the type to sleep in, but after you stay up all night watching tiktok’s together you could imagine how difficult it would be to get out of bed the next day. especially if that time is 7 in the morning when you had gone to sleep at 3 in the morning.

you groaned as the ear bleeding alarm rang throughout your ears. you rolled over to stop the alarm and checked the time, it hurt your head seeing the early time. you turned your head to the window to find it still pitch black outside, then to chris, fast asleep in his bed; the street lights from outside barely lighting up the room and his face. you realized how awful you would feel if you had to wake him up right now and tell him he needed to go do a show with matt and nick. so instead of doing exactly that, you turned your phone face down and scooted closer to your boyfriend and placed your head on his chest and fell back asleep immediately.

you were woken up hours later to shuffling around the room and muttering. you fluttered your eyes opened and slightly tilted your head up to find chris running around the room collecting his things then tugging his shirt off.

"shit, shit, shit, shit!" he mumbled while throwing on a hoodie.

"chris?" you asked sitting up. "what time is it?"

"12:30!" he exclaimed with stress in his voice

chris slid on his shoes and grabbed his phone.

"babe, we need to go, please hurry!"

"w-what, why?" you stuttered with a whine. hearing those words made you want to dig a hole and never come back out.

"remember the show..? we stayed up until three in the morning.. and it’s in ten minutes!" chris ran a hand through his hair.

"fuck! i forgot!"

you practically jumped out of the bed and dug through your bag of clothes for an outfit and hurried to the bathroom and changed and quickly did some makeup and tied your converse on.

you met chris at the front door and you guys ran out of the house and to the car and you drove to the directions nick gave you.

"we made it!" chris smiled at you as you both panted.

as soon as you seen nick you gave him a big hug. “omfg babe you look so good” he said with a smile.

“you were almost late and didn’t answer my texts.” matt said to chris after you gave him a side hug.

"we just slept in." he told nick and matt. "it's not a big deal.”

chris scoffed and grabbed your hand, you turned around as you hold onto chris’ arm and waved at matt and nick. you walked together until the show started and more people showed up. chris hesitantly walked up on stage. right when we walked on every kids head turned to the both of you. it was your first time doing a big thing like this with him. your attention turned to two girls whispering and laughing to each other. you rolled your eyes at them and stood closer to chris. chris took your hand and smiled at you. a guy cat called you from the front of the crowd. you ignored him as chris flipped him off.

you look at chris while him, matt, and nick talk to the big crowd. you turned around to see the guy that cat called you to be smirking at you, you scrunched your nose in disgust and turned back around and turned your head to chris to find him very concentrated on the first question he was answering. he ran his fingers through his hair. his nose all scrunched up and you couldn't help but just melt at the sight of him.

time passed and chris had started talking, it made you really anxious from the amount of people staring at you. your leg started shaking and your foot started tapping. chris luckily noticed the sudden movement and placed his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed while rubbing it with his thumb. the tapping slowly came to a stop, but he didn't move his hand off.

"what's going on, mama?"

you tore your gaze away from the crowd as he was trying to get your attention.

"i'm just stressed out, it's okay." you huffed a laugh.

"hey," chris scooted closer towards you.

"it's okay, baby. do you want to talk instead of me so people can hear it from you instead of me?"

you looked up to nick as he was speaking, nick knew that you wanted to speak so he got up and gave you the mic. you turned to chris with a smile as he smiled back. usually, you guys liked to keep these moments to yourselves. you guys found it extremely soapy for couples to be like this in public, but in this moment all you wanted to do was kiss him; and you knew that was what he wanted by the little sparkle in his eyes. so, you quickly pressed your lips to his, closing the gap between you two.

you guys quickly pulled away and chris took a quick glance around. you started speaking, all four of you making jokes. you even told the crowd how you knew you were in love with chris.

the dude who cat called you was now staring at you. chris was pissed. you could see the red on his face. chris gave him a cold look, wishing he would wipe that ugly smirk off of his face.

"baby, are you okay?" you questioned catching chris's attention again.

"pay no attention to him, ma." he said in anger

you ignored it and started speaking again. chris stayed close by the rest of the time. soon, the show was finished and you walked off stage hugging nick and laughing. the dude who was staring at you the whole show was right behind us.

as you were walking back he caught your attention.

"you smell great, y/n. nice body too” he said as he licked his lips

you turned to face the boy.

“uh, who are you”

“micheal. you really are sexy as f-“

he was cut off suddenly by chris.

“the fucks wrong with you, bitch. back the fuck off.”

he stayed silent. staring me up and down.

”chris what's going on?” you whispered to him.

you watched chris as he pushed micheal’s shoulders “speak up motherfucker!” chris said with such anger. you have never seen him so angry.

you rolled your eyes and looked to chris who was biting his lip.

you started walking away when suddenly there was a slap at your ass. you first turned to chris with widened eyes but then heard laughing from behind you.

"shit! i got her good!" michael laughed.

chris's jaw clenched in pure anger.

"chris-let's just go." you tried to walk away with him but he stayed still like a stone.

"the fuck was that?" chris took a step closer.

"alright, tough guy." michael chuckled.

"chris." you said sternly.

chris turned to you a second later, but he didn't look you in the eyes.

"look at me." his eyes quickly met yours. "leave it. i'm fine. let's go."

chris took your hand and you guys didn't turn back as you started to walk off.

"yeah, that's right, walk away like a little baby." michael laughed.

chris had enough, he quickly turned around and punched him right in the face; making him fall to the floor. you gasped in utter shock as you saw michael's nose start to bleed.

"fuck! chris!" you quickly grabbed his wrist and ran with him all the way to the car.

you faced him and took a deep breath, his blue eyes staring at you apologetic.

"are you angry?" chris asked with a slight frown on his face.

"no, baby, no." you took a breath. "just... overwhelmed."

chris took your hand gently. "i'm sorry. i was just really angry and lost it." he frowned once more at you.

"hey, it's okay. that was a nasty thing of him to do."

you pulled chris in and tightly hugged him as he hugged you back then kissed your head. you always knew you couldn't stay mad at chris, it's impossible to.

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ahhhhh my first story posted !!!

hope you enjoyed (this is only part ONE of SIX, the GOOD stuff is coming soon) 🎀🐩🦴🦇

#chris sturniolo #fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #ao3 #christopher sturniolo #kms instead how about that #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sleeping in #zoeymadysonn #sturniolo fanfic #my man my man my man

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jjksblackgf · 2 years

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wild thoughts | jjk (m)

❃ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: Thrill Seeking ⤞ Main Event: Adventurous Rendezvous ⤞ Games: exhibitionism, creampie

official playlist because i got way too invested in this

pairing — jungkook x fem!reader summary — "when I'm with you all I get is wild thoughts" genre — smut, pwp, fluff-ish rate — nsfw, 18+ word count — 1.7k warnings — exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talking, light degradation, light choking, creampie.

You stood with your back glued to the front door of the house, quietly listening to the sound of the tree branches nearby. The gust of wind brought chills down your spine as midnight approached, and brought with it a cold summer breeze. Your street was poorly lit at this hour, none of the businesses close by were open. But you trusted Jungkook. He would be here soon.

Jungkook’s text was unusually vague and distant, spiking worry and confusion. Stay outside your door in 10 minutes was all he said. You weren’t a stranger to late night texts with him, as his job keeps him busy till late hours of the night. But today it was different. Neither a good night text, nor a warning that he’s about to use his key to your house. Strange.

But you didn’t have time to question it any further, as you heard the familiar roar of his motorcycle making a turn on your street. You immediately studied his posture and noticed his stress. You walked to meet him, already planning which question to ask, but as soon as he took off his helmet you knew what this was about. His sheepish smile told everything you needed to know.

“Wanna ride?” he asked.

He just wanted to release some steam. Working in the food industry was no joke, and he’d often just drive around Seoul with no destination in mind. This caught you by surprise as he usually goes alone. But for whatever reason, today would be different.

“Hand me my helmet,” you answered.

The bike moved smoothly through the empty streets. The breeze was flowing freely, especially through the skirt of your summer dress, making it cling to your body in places while exposing your legs a little. Your bare arms found a way underneath his riding jacket, and you warmed up while holding onto his torso. Jungkook drove through empty streets, but you mostly kept your eyes closed, basking in the safety of his arms.

Every so often, when taking a turn, Jungkook's abs would tense up as he balanced the bike, and you could feel his defined muscles under your palms. You couldn’t help but very slowly adjust your hands in an attempt to caress his muscles through his tight shirt. Your imagination let loose as you imagined his shirtless body. The muscle definition of his arms and torso, his exposed tattoos. The softness of his skin as they were felt by your lips.

With shallow breaths and a pounding heart, your imagination created images no brain could ever erase. Dream Jungkook, shirtless, weaponized his bad boy image. Under the hot summer sun, he’d work on his bike, and the intensity left his torso glistening with sweat. He’d furrowed his eyebrows and bite his lip in concentration. His biceps would tense as he swiped a cloth back and forth on the leather seat. After a good day's work, he’d stand tall and use both hands to push his hair back. His shorts barely concealed the definition of his thighs.

Jungkook suddenly stopped his bike, and you were forced to say goodbye to your dream just before it got interesting. He’d parked in a park you didn’t recognize, at least not at night. There was no one there, and the only sounds you could hear were coming from the small living creatures. But if you paid attention, you could see the nightlife still roaring a few meters ahead of you.

He took off his helmet, and you sighed before taking yours too. “Are you okay?” he asked, helping you get out of your seat. “You’re sighing a lot tonight.”

“I am?”

“Yes…” he answered, a confused yet worried look on his face. “Every couple of minutes or so. What’s going on?” he pressed, holding your hands on both of his.

“Everything is fine, I feel fine…” you said, “Is that why you stopped?”

“Yeah, I figured you wanted to talk to me or something,”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you assured him with a smile, before pulling him into a hug, “I missed you today, though,”

“Oh, is that why you were reaching for my nipples?” he asked, trying to hold back his laughter.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, moving back a step to look at him.

“You were feeling me up the whole trip,” he teased “Man, I need you on that backseat more often. The confidence boost is-”

“I was NOT feeling you up!” you interrupted him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you finished, crossing your arms and pouting. You didn’t want to look at him, or maybe you didn’t want him to know that your cheeks were burning. Either way, you faced the other way as his laugh filled the air.

“Is my baby feeling shy?” he snickered, hugging you tight from behind.

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

“Do you want me to feel you up, too? I’m good with my hands…” he offered, but the teasing tone never left his voice. You shrugged as an answer, and he snickered again.

The teasing suddenly stopped when you felt his nose travel from your shoulders to your ear. He kissed your neck with passion until he felt your shoulders relax.

“I thought you said you were good with your hands…” you tried to tease back, but your voice cracked in weird syllables, his tempting lips were working on you.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he whispered in your ear, setting your spine on fire. You moaned involuntarily, and that was the end of it.

He spun you around so you could face him, and his lips met yours fiercely. He couldn’t decide what to do with his hands, moving from your hips, to your neck and back. But his lips were still glued to yours. He guided you to the closest tree he could find and pressed your back against it. His lips found your neck again, and you sighed with pleasure.

“You love it when I feel you up, don’t you?” he asked, his voice lower, thick with desire.

“Yes,” you whispered softly. In a moment of impulse, you guided his hands so they could rest on your breasts. He squeezed them gently, and you bit your lower lip to suppress a moan. His hands would not stay in place. They quickly traveled to your ass cheeks. Another squeeze, but this time you couldn’t hold in your moan.

“Yeah, baby. Moan for me,” he commanded, and you were in the process of feeling embarrassed as to how quick he could wet your panties, but his bulge was prominent and made sure to make itself known. You weren’t the only one in the mood to be naughty. His lips were back to your neck as he pulled the hem of your dress.

“Yes,” you whispered again. Indulging in impulsivity again, you hitched your leg until it reached his waist. He quickly secured it in place with his hand.

“Look at my eager little slut,” he said, muffling your moan with another kiss. His free hand secured itself on your neck, the kiss getting more and more passionate. Another moan from your lips and Jungkook pressed his bulge against your core, already clenching with anticipation. “You want this dick too much, huh? Do you want me to fill that little cunt?”

You moaned louder with the friction of his pants against you. “Beg me,” he demanded. “Beg for this dick,”

You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t want to. “Please,” you whispered, very faintly. “Please fuck me,” you managed to say louder.

With one swift movement, you were standing with two legs again as he pulled down your panties. You quickly helped him unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers out of the way. He hitched your leg one more time and teased your entrance with his tip.

“So wet for me already,” he commented slowly. “Do you want to be a good girl and cum on this dick tonight?” he asked. But before you could beg for mercy, he thrusted his hip forward and a moan got caught on your throat.

“Oh, my…” you whined as he pulled almost all of the way out and thrusted again.

He tried to continue with a slow pace, to tease you to no end. He wanted to hear you beg for longer. But the clenching of your walls was too much for him, the feel of your juices was too much for him. The panting of your breath was too much for him. His strokes got harder and faster with time, and his hand found itself cupping your throat.

“Choke me, please,” you whispered, desperation seeping into your voice. He was eager to attend to your wishes. He grunted as you clenched more and more, he was close. He tried to control himself, but your soft moans were driving him crazy. He rested his head on your neck, retrieving his hand and hitching your other leg.

His strokes were controlled, hard and precise but slow enough to make an impact. He kissed your collarbones, and bit your neck in attempts to maintain his rhythm. You were gasping, and this time you didn’t want to keep quiet. Your arms were secure around his neck to hold him in place, and with one hand you pulled his hair. “Yes, fuck me like a whore,” you whined. That did it.

With one last stroke, he grunted against your neck. His knees were weaker from his release, but he held you in place. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he gasped.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard noises followed by laughter coming your way. After getting dressed in less than 5 seconds, Jungkook guided you back to the motorcycle.

“Let’s go home. It’s your time to cum,” he teased, offering your helmet.

You hugged his torso again, and he sped up right before the drunk group of friends reached you. The speed of his bike indicated that he was no longer in a bad mood, no longer just wandering through the streets. He now had a destination and a task. You spent the whole way debating what was more exciting: the speed of the bike or the feeling of his cum soaking your panties.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway

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stillfrownyclownlol · 4 months

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Not really a good writer but whatever. bit out of character maybe.

(Some aidlyn food for the soul)

Bail

"Aiden, I'm gonna fall again!"

"You're not gonna fall, be confident!"

"Alright- I'm confident I'm gonna fall off this stupid thing!"

Ashlyn flapped her arms, desperately trying to regain her balance. She couldn't believe she'd let Aiden rope her into learning how to skateboard- she'd fallen on her ass more times than she could count in less than an hour, and she was pretty sure her tailbone was starting to bruise. At the very least, the skatepark was totally abandoned, so there were no witnesses to her repeat failures. Besides Aiden, of course.

She felt herself tilting forward, squeezing her eyes shut and raising her arms to block the fall, but it never came.

"Ah, gotcha!"

She blinked slowly, still disoriented from the sudden movement. Aiden's hands were tight around her elbows, the tip of his shoe jammed between the wheels. He smiled at her, the sunlight bouncing off his hair and his white teeth making him look even more boyish than usual. "Almost face-planted there, haha."

His head was inclined towards her, making his face a little too close for her own comfort. She looked away, her knees shaking. "You couldn't have caught me all those other times?"

"I didn't think you'd fall that much! You're so good at everything, I thought...", he trailed off, eyes flicking to the ground. "Sorry, we can stop the sesh."

Something bubbled up in her chest, indignation, maybe, or her own wounded pride. "No, actually, I think I'm getting it, let's keep going."

He stared at her, in a very particular way that almost made her feel transparent, like he was calling her bluff, like he could see right through her bullshit. "Are you sure? Your arms are kinda..."

She was pale, and she bruised easily, but the mottled skin was partially hidden by her freckles. "I'm fine. I've got a helmet."

It wasn't her helmet, but Aiden never wore his anyway. If she was going to keep this up, though, she should probably invest in a new one. There was a dent in the back, and she didn't really want to wear a helmet that had "Brain Bucket" scrawled on the side.

"Well, alright...do I need to explain it again?"

She thought about the time Aiden had told her he'd cracked his skull when trying to do an acid drop and wondered if the problem lied not with her, but her teacher. "Mm...yeah, if you don't mind."

He took her hand -a little spark running up her fingertips at the contact- and helped her off his board. "Right, so first, pick your stance. You seemed to prefer regular, but you can try goofy too, that's how I ride."

She couldn't help but snicker. It was so like Aiden to ride his board in the most uncomfortable looking way ever. "Hm! Regular is fine."

He nodded, helping her up, his leg out in case the board shot out from under her feet and shot off to crash against a rail. Which had already happened. Twice.

Easy...just relax and balance yourself.

She let out a shaky sigh, and to her delight, she was only slightly unsteady. "Hey, I'm-!"

She clamped her mouth shut when she felt Aiden's hands settle around her waist. "Try to align your feet over the trucks."

The only trucks she knew were the kind you drove, but she shifted her weight around, watching Aiden's face, until his eyes brightened and she assumed she'd gotten it right. She was finding it hard to concentrate, Aiden was a touchy guy, sure, but he'd never just grabbed her waist before. His fingers felt cold, even through her tank-top, even in the summer heat. Her cheeks slowly colored, a pretty shade of rose, which was mercifully hidden by her sunburn.

He laughed, a mischievous-looking smirk spreading across his face. "There you go! Did you just need me to hold on to you?"

He made it sound stupid and flirty at the same time, and she fought the urge to push him away because otherwise she was going to eat shit again. Her pride did not overrule her own tolerance to pain. "Whatever, shut up."

He let go of her waist, before quickly latching one hand on her arm. "Okay, so- don't tiptoe, I've seen you do that, you keep losing your balance like that. Put your weight on the front part of your feet."

Force of habit. Maybe it was too much ballet.

Slowly, very slowly, she pointed her left foot frontwards, the right firm against the deck. Aiden tentatively untangled their fingers, only the pad of his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "That wasn't too hard, was it?"

Smartass.

She scowled at him. "You can't talk too much, Mr. I-broke-my-arm-doing-an-airwalk."

He just laughed even more.

She scoffed, pulling her hand away from his. She put her foot against the asphalt to push herself forward. "See? Easy as-!"

The board shot forward, knocking her off her feet. "GAH-!"

"Ash!"

Aiden rushed forward to catch her, seizing her wrist and tugging her towards him. He tumbled backward as she crashed into his chest, hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Agh- shit...!"

She moved her hand to rub her head, only to be met with the hard plastic of the helmet. Well, now she knew why it was called a brain bucket- it felt like the organ was being rattled around in her skull, like a pile of shells or stones in a child's pail.

"Ash-! Are you alright?"

She let out a groan before opening her eyes, immediately started by the blood red of Aiden's contacts being so close to her. They were very close. She could see all the little details that she usually never paid any attention to- the almost purplish color to his skin around his sunken-in eyes, a lock of black hair curling over his ear, the only survivor of his constant bleaching, even the scar on his chin from playing with a pocket knife.

And his mouth. His mouth was extremely distracting.

"Um, Ash? Did you get a concussion or something?"

You want to kiss him.

The realization hits her with a dull terror.

Oh, crap, I want to kiss him.

Not even her sunburn can hide the mortifying shade of red that spreads across her face, and her hands are a poor substitute. She mumbles incoherently into her palms, her skin tingling from the heat radiating off her skin.

"Ashlyn...? I...What's happening right now?"

"..."

"...I...Can you say that again?"

I'm gonna kill him.

"...you...hh...mouth..."

Making sentences is hard.

"Did you hurt your mouth? Should I check it?"

Imagining Aiden touching her lips, his eyes roving carefully for any cut or bruise, makes it almost a thousand times worse.

"...!!!"

She peeks at him between her fingers, big forest-green eyes gleaming, almost magnetically drawn towards his own mouth. He follows her gaze, before stopping abruptly.

"Oh."

Oh, indeed.

"...Ash, would you let me...?"

He sounds so earnest. It makes her stomach feel weird, like there's a gaping maw inside her, or a hive full of crawling insects. Nothing pleasant like in the movies, unless butterflies in your belly were supposed to make you throw up.

She nods.

"Um...it's a little hard with your hands on your face," he says, not unkindly.

She closes her eyes, because she feels like she'll lose any semblance of bravery if she looks at him, and lets her arms hang loosely by her sides.

First, she feels the exhale of his breath on her lips, and then, a very soft, slight pressure on her mouth. Somehow, it feels exactly like a kiss, and yet, nothing like one. She doesn't respond, because she doesn't know how. The experience is quite neutral, made positive-leaning by the fact that it's Aiden that is kissing her.

Then he pulls away. "Um...sorry, I'm not really good at this stuff..."

Her eyes flutter open. He looks flustered, a pink hue bleeding into his cheeks.

"I mean, I've done it a few times, and every time it was super awkward-"

She purses her lips into a flat line, arching a single brow.

"-! Not that this was awkward or anything! I liked it- I mean, if you liked, I liked it-"

She watches him dig himself deeper into this hole of his own making.

"...I gotta teach you how to bail."

"...what's that?"

"A way to step off your board safely when you mess up a trick."

"But I don't know any tricks."

He sighs, runs his fingers through his bangs. "I know, but if you keep falling off and into me, I might spend more time kissing you than teaching you."

A small smile curves her lips. Well, one of those things interests her far more than the other, but he doesn't need to know which is which.

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn #if you saw this no you didn't #ooc probably

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desi2go · 9 months

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Lonely Night

Idol Bang Chan x y/n

Warnings: slight angst, fight

Author's note: Hello. This is my first entry. I hope you enjoy reading it. If you have any improvements or requests please write them in the comments :-)

Chan and you knew each other for many years. You are a manager of Stray Kids and loved every member. After you fell in love with the leader, Stray Kids became your family.

Chan always worked hard for the group even when that meant to stay all night in the studio to work on their songs. Especially now, when the comeback is just about to happen.

You were understanding and helped him whenever you had time. You stayed also long to answer your emails and to plan Stray Kids concerts and events. After you finished your work, you usually go to your boyfriends studio, so that you can go home together.

As you completed your work for today, you turned off your pc and looked to the clock. It was shortly after midnight as you walked through the hallways to go to your boyfriends studio. You are exhausted from the long day and all you wanted to do now, was driving home with Chan, to eat something of the leftovers and to cuddle with him in bed. You studied Stray Kids schedule, so you knew that they had a rehearsal tomorrow morning at 7 am. You feared that he was overworking himself because of the upcoming comeback and wanted that he takes a break.

Chan was still focused on his pc as you walked into the room. You slowly go to him and lay your hands on his shoulders. Immediately, he took off his headphones and turns to you.

"Hey babe" He greeted you with a tired smile. His curly hair messy because he ran through it so many times.

"Hey Channie" You kissed his temple. "I'm nearly finished. Give me five minutes"

You nodded and sat down on a chair while you waited. Time passed. Almost one hour later Chan was still concentrated on his work. You knew that he would barely sleep that night if you wouldn't stop him overworking himself. So you got up and took his headphones.

"Y/n I'm nearly finished."

"I know, but it's almost 1 am and you have a rehearsal tomorrow morning at 7 am. I think it would be better when you just take a break and get some sleep."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I know my schedule. I don't need to be reminded."

"Yes, but don't overwork yourself Chan" You answered. "I am not overworking myself, Y/n! When I'm finished with that I'll take a break. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to tell me what I should and what I shouldn't do."

He looked tired and frustrated. But right now you were angry. You only tried to take care of him. "Chan, I only want to help you!"

" But why don't you see that you aren't helping? I will go home when I have this done." He yelled. You were shocked. Especially when you heard him mumbling: " Gosh, you're so annoying" as he put on his headphones and turned back to the computer.

You barely understood it. But you did. Every single word. You stared at his back, realising what he just said. The anger turned immediately into sadness and disbelief. He never said something like that to you. Sure, you had some fights before. But he never mentioned that he finds you annoying.

With tears in your eyes you walked out of the room. Your boyfriend still focused on the screen in front of him. You go over the conversation again and again. Maybe you are annoying? The only thing you wanted was to get him to rest. He always works and comes home tired without eating something the whole day. You usually bring him food and his favourite snacks so that he eats something when he is at the studio. But maybe I should stop?

You drove back to your apartment. It was 30 minutes away from work that's why you spend most of the time at your boyfriends home because it wasn't that far away from the center. But after that fight, you don't know if Chan wants you there. Maybe it is better for you two, if you give him space, you thought. Even though you missed him. You were used to lay your head on his chest while his hands brush through your hair and to listen to his heartbeat as you fall asleep. You realise that this will be a lonely night.

Part two

#skz angst #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #bang chan #skz x reader #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan x female reader #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x reader angst

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ahedderick · 4 months

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Yesterday was a running-around day, unfortunately. We started with a family dentist trip (we schedule all our checkups at the same morning for simplicity's sake). This was literally the first time in my life that I have visited a new dentist's office, due to Dr. L's ridiculously long career followed by him selling his practice about 5 yrs ago to another dentist who kept the office and all the staff the same. Small town stuff.

There were a couple of hours between that and the afternoon errand. I wanted to sew, but my brain . . .

Me: I want to sew

My Brain: Yes! Let's do the easy part!

Me: Noo-o-o, we need to figure out that welt pocket before doing the easy part.

My Brain: Augh! No! Only the easy part!

The pattern I'm using has directions for a FAKE POCKET on this vest. I want to put in a real one. Not that the Son has a pocket watch, but I am against fake pockets in general. I cut some scrap fabric and made one for practice (a garmentless pocket? hehee). It turned out just fine, so I took some measurements and cut a rectangular piece of the gray fabric. The problem I face was that the vest fabric has a little 'give' to it, whereas the scrap I used was very crisp, sturdy fabric. It took a bit longer than I wanted, and a LOT of concentration, but it turned out ok. Not pro-quality, but acceptable.

In the afternoon I had to drive about an hour east to another town to pick up unsold artwork from a gallery Christmas show. My daughter wanted a particular pair of jeans from Target, which does not exist in our town, so she came along. That made the trip much nicer. Navigating the road structure of a giant-mall proved to be a bit beyond my capabilities, tho. It didn't help that, once we were on mall property, they didn't have road signs intersections. Are we on Cole Road or not? GUESS!! We got there by a circling, scanning-the-horizon, seat-of-the-pants style of navigation. Target's sign is highly visible from a distance.

Once inside, I was flabbergasted. I have never been in a Target before. I have never been in a store that LARGE before. I couldn't even see the other side of the store, it just vanished into the distance. In an unbelievable stroke of luck, the jeans she needed were literally the FIRST clothing display inside from where we entered. She found what she wanted, tried it on, and we got the heck out of there.

Unhappily, the gallery returned all three of the works I had submitted . . I was really hoping they'd have sold one or two. She drove on the way home, which was fine except for the travelling-west-into-the-late-afternoon-sun issue. And then when we got less than a mile from home, she somehow managed to pick up a razor blade in the left rear tire. When we got out at the house she could hear the hiss of escaping air. How? Was a razor blade sitting on the road in such a way that it could enter a tire? The darned thing is FLAT! It should have been lying there flat! Why? did someone toss that on a country road? Many questions. Glad we got home, but today will have an unexpected car-fixing complication.

#don't even know how to tag this #I need a tag for random adventures

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distantlaughter · 7 months

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"You have to try to have fun"

originally published 15 January 2004 for Auto Bild Motorsport (x)

His childhood, his second Formula 1 test for BMW-Williams, his growing popularity – Nico Rosberg (18) speaks plainly.

AUTO BILD motorsport: In December you tested for BMW-Williams for the second time. What's it like to drive a Formula 1 car?

Nico Rosberg: The first time, I thought, how long do you need to push this pedal down on the straight? It must be such a hell of a thing. But the bottom line is that you immediately go full throttle. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. But that's not a big problem. What takes more time is realizing the speed. Everything comes at you so fast. That demands concentration. Then you have to develop a feeling for the brakes. When you step into it, it's like running into a wall. It's difficult to feel when the wheels lock.

Were you nervous?

Yes, because I knew that something was at stake. It's a huge opportunity. In addition, I had a competitor (Nelson Piquet Jr.) who I had to beat.

How did you deal with each other?

The first day he drove, everything was fine. That was the first time we ever spoke to each other. The next day I drove faster than he did. After that, we hardly exchanged a word.

How did you prepare for this important day?

My father gave me one tip: You have to try to have fun and out comes what comes out. That's how I tried to do it.

If your talent was only mediocre, would you still keep racing?

Success is already a big part of my enjoyment of motorsport. I don't know how long I would continue without success.

Has your popularity changed in the last two years?

Oh yes. Especially in Finland it has become funny. I'm very well known there. I get in a cab there and the driver says, "Hi Nico, I named my son after you because I was a big fan of your father." That's a nice feeling, but it's also scary. When I walk around there in the department store, even the men look at me. And that's despite the fact that I don't speak Finnish and I feel like a German (mother Sina is German, editor's note).

What was your funniest encounter with your fans?

Recently in Finland, there were three girls, I saw them four, five times in the department store in half an hour. Then they came up to me and said, "Hi, we're exchange students from Germany. We know you from TV, from VIVA." That was awesome.

How does your father help you?

He didn't help me much when I was racing. That doesn't really work. From the outside, no one can teach the person sitting in the car how to drive fast.

How did you grow up - like the son of ex-Formula 1 world champion Keke Rosberg or like a normal child?

I was lucky enough to grow up in a well-off family. And: We lived in Monaco. That makes a lot of things different. But otherwise I grew up like a normal child. I went to school, then I had to do my homework. Then I went to the beach to play soccer.

You went to an international school, didn't you?

Yes, that's the advantage of living in Monaco. German is my mother tongue. I learned English and French at school. All my friends were Italian, so I learned that language, too.

Why don't you speak Finnish?

My father was never there (laughs), so he couldn't pay attention to it. I don't understand a word either.

Were you already good at sports as a child?

Yes, especially in ball sports, soccer and tennis. That was a lot of fun for me. When I was ten or eleven years old and lost to my father in tennis, I burst into tears. That was cruel. After that, we didn't talk to each other for two days. Then we played again - with the same result. Even today I'm still totally ambitious. I don't want anyone to beat me. (laughs) Sometimes friends get upset because I'm a bit extreme.

You've been racing for eight years and missed a lot of school, but you were still a good student…

Because I want to do the best in everything that's important to me. My parents never had to say much. That always came from myself. I don't know if it's because of the competitive spirit. In any case, I was very good at school.

Did you ever doubt that you could live up to the expectations attached to the name Rosberg?

It's not an easy task to live up to the name. But I believe I can manage to get as far as my father did back then.

Do you have an aggressive side?

Yes. You can see it especially when I play football. That's when everyone goes flying right and left. (laughs) I'm more of a defender, although I'd love to play striker. But I'm not so good at scoring goals.

What does a racing driver need?

Intelligence. That's very important these days. Not only in driving, but also in tuning and developing the car. My impression was that there are almost unlimited possibilities there.

What do you think of Kimi Räikkönen?

He's a very good driver. What I like about Kimi is that when you ask him about his opponent, he doesn't mention a name. He doesn't care which opponent it is. I try to do that a little bit now, too. I thought that was really good. You shouldn't praise opponents. But since I'm still a long way from Formula 1, I can say that he's really good.

Have you had any serious accidents?

In Macau at the Formula 3 Grand Prix I had two big accidents for the first time. Once I crashed into the barriers at 110 mph. The second time was when Pierre Kaffer was right in front of me. I couldn't avoid him, flew over him and landed on the roof. I was hanging in there like a monkey, upside down, hearing the entire field racing past me. That's when I started to get a little scared. I just thought, if someone flies into me now…

What is your understanding of technology?

In 2002 in Formula BMW, I got in, stepped on the gas, got out and enjoyed the time. I've changed since the first Formula 1 test (December 2002). I've grown up, I've seen that you can do even more for it. Now I know how much I want to do that.

What are your private interests?

I now have a girlfriend in Hamburg. Then I'm a sports freak. I simply had to become a sportsman. If racing hadn't worked out, I probably would have become a soccer player.

Is your girlfriend interested in racing?

She has no idea about it and didn't even know I was doing it. We met in Ibiza. I think it's better that way, too. My classmates used to ask me after every race weekend how it was. Even if they had no idea about motorsport. They identified me with racing. That annoyed me.

You are very enthusiastic. Do you sometimes have to stop yourself from cheering or does the rest of the world not matter to you then?

Absolutely nothing at all! You'd have to hear me in the car when I've won. That's awesome. I can't hold myself back. I'm just screaming. I can get so happy about wins. Having success in motorsport is one of the best things for me. But then there are moments that are cruel. You're slow and you don't know why. They can be mistakes that you only find weeks later. It's important then not to doubt yourself. That's not always easy. I could do without that.

#obsessed with how completely unbothered he's always been by nelson piquet jr's existence #reminder they went to the same school in monaco and were in the same class at some point 😭😭#nico rosberg #nicology

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hecatemoon87 · 7 months

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The story will eventually have smut. Minors DNI.

Chapter 5

Johnny stood in front of a full-length mirror, looking himself over to ensure the black tux that he had borrowed from a cousin suited his muscular frame.

He had taken a shower and lightly applied some cologne. He combed his hair in his usual style, and after a final assessment, he decided he looked pretty damn good. The only thing he didn't like was the tie. So he removed it, tossing it to the side and unbuttoned the first two buttons on the white dress shirt. Now he was ready.

He was to pick Amelia up from her apartment, and then he'd drive them to the Opera.

In addition to the motorcycles he owned, he had a deep blue Mustang. Johnny liked machines. He liked the loud roar the engines made when you started them up. And he liked the intense power and incredible speeds those engines provided.

When he pulled up to Amelia's place, she was already standing outside. Johnny whistled in the car, well out of ear shot of his date as he saw her.

Her soft, dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. The dress she wore was a simple cut maroon colored ball gown that hugged her curves in all the right places.

Johnny parked next to her and got out to help her into the passenger side. As he approached her, he was pleased to notice her eyes widened a little before wandering over him. If he hadn't gotten her attention before, he sure as hell had now.

"You look beautiful," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

The gesture caused Amelia to blush and laugh softly. "And you...you look different," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, not my usual go to outfit, but you know, I know how to dress up every once in a while," he said, winking and helped her into the car.

They drove into the city, Amelia being a little too quiet. He glanced over and saw her looking forward with a look of deep concentration on her face.

"You good?" He asked with concern.

His voice snapped her from her thoughts, and she looked over at him. "John...I...um, I think I'm being selfish by making you go to the Opera," she said.

Johnny chuckled. He couldn't help but find that little look of worry on her pretty face sexy as hell. "Nah, you aren't being selfish, sweetheart. What's wrong with doing what you want every now and then?"

Upon arriving at the Opera House, they found their seats and waited for the show to begin. Johnny was aware the show was to be three hours long. Amelia had said it was the condensed version.

He knew he should be grateful for that, but somehow, it still didn't make three hours any shorter. And yet, towards the end of the Opera, Johnny discovered that it wasn’t so bad. No where close to watching the Chicago Bears play, but it wasn't bad.

What he enjoyed most was watching Amelia. She gradually moved to the edge of her seat, silently mouthing the songs and lines to the Opera. He could tell this play meant a lot to her.

Johnny had kept an eye on her bruise, which was now completely gone. He just found himself wanting her to be happy.

After the opera, he took Amelia home. He walked her to her apartment door, and she stood shyly in front of him. He didn't expect anything really, though that bit of hope that all men have at the end of a date still thumped dully between his legs.

She looked up at him and, to his surprise, kissed him. Her lips were closed, but she lingered, signaling to him he could do more. He parted his lips carefully, afraid to scare this sweet lamb away. In turn, she opened her own, and he allowed his tongue to naturally slip into her mouth.

The kiss was slow, agonizingly, so, yet packed an explosion of sensuality that Johnny hadn't felt in a long time. He brought his hand up and glided it through her hair, deepening the kiss.

Amelia released a soft moan that filled his being with ravenous desire. That's when he had to break the kiss.

"What's the matter?" Amelia asked, still in his arms. Her doe eyes shone from the apartment light outside her door.

"I had a wonderful night, Amelia. And this kiss, damn, this kiss just set my soul on fire. And baby girl, if we continue it, I won't be able to stop. You're a good girl, and I know you need to take your time," he whispered.

"I think if I take any more time, you might find that Julie girl again," she said, casting her eyes down.

"Don't you worry about that, alright?" He tried to make it sound convincing, but he had needs too, and waiting for Amelia had been taking time. But he wanted to be true to her, and if this date meant they were now an item, he'd wait.

"Okay, then...good night?" She said, the statement more of a question as it seemed she wasn't sure what she wanted yet.

"Good night, Princess," Johnny said with a kiss to her forehead.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #johnny #the bikeriders #chicago vandals

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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I am amazed at Infertile! It was the perfect amount of sadness and angst and I just loved it. I saw you might do a part 2 and just thought it would be interesting to see something else with Joseph's family where they find out about their predicament and how much its affecting them and why they left the dinner. And perhaps how it's affecting Joseph from his POV, like maybe he breaks down to the reader or a friend/family member about how much he wants a baby too but feels like he needs to be strong for y/n all the time and has to hide away his emotions. Just a couple ideas maybe but I loved it either way 🥰

Infertile 2 - J.Q

hello love, thank you for the lovely message! i hope you enjoy this imagine, and thank you for the ideas! also, i left it on a cliffhanger sorry queens and it’s super short, this is kinda sad so sorry about that as well. probably has a lot of mistakes and i made up joseph’s sisters name. anyways, have a lovely day <3

after the whole predicament at Joseph's mums birthday, you had been very down. it was a lot worse than you usually felt and Joseph had also been feeling down. he'd wanted nothing more than to have a baby with you and the fact that you guys had been struggling thought maybe there was something wrong with him. it had been two days since his mums birthday and he thought it would be best if he went to see her after you both had been comforting each other for the past two days. you were in bed, still sleeping when Joseph woke you up.

"sweetheart" he said, stroking your disheveled hair as he kissed your cheek. you opened your eyes, seeing Joseph smiling softly at you as his hand moved from your hair to your cheek. "Joey" you whispered, pulling him into you for a hug. "hi sweetheart, i'm gonna go to my mums, i'll see you later" he said, kissing your cheek. you nodded your head and closed your eyes again, still feeling tired.

"i'll be back later" he said, kissing you on the lips before getting up off of you. you decided to go back to sleep. Joseph drove to his mums house, hoping she wasn't to upset about you both leaving on her birthday and that she was alone. he arrived 30 minutes later, seeing no other cars in the drive way but his mums. he unlocked the door, seeing his mum in the kitchen making a tea for the two of them. "hi mum" he said, closing the door behind him before taking off his shoes at the door.

"hi Joey, how've you been" she said, bringing him in for a hug once he entered the kitchen. he hugged her back and felt a kiss on his cheek. "i'm alright. sorry about the other day" he said, watching her brush off his comment as she smiled. she passed him his tea and followed him into the living room where they sat on the sofa, the tv playing some random show which they weren't concentrating on. for the few hours he was there, Joseph had been off and his mum noticed.

"i know that y/n was feeling fine the other day, i saw her leaving from the table when no one was looking. is everything okay Joey? and you're being off here. please tell me the truth and tell me what's happened" she said, sipping her tea as she grabbed ahold of his hand. he sighed and rubbed his face. "we wanted to keep it a secret until we were sure enough but, me and y/n have been trying for a baby for a year and a half and last year she had a miscarriage. we wanted to tell you but we wanted to be quite far in before we said anything" he admitted, feeling sadness full his body.

his mum listened as her son say why you were so upset. his eyes filled filled with tears as he kept speaking to his mum. "hearing Hannah say she was pregnant just didn't help. we got another negative test that morning and y/n was just feeling really down. and i'm gonna be honest, it's really making me sad. seeing her go through that every time, maybe there's something wrong with me. i just-" he stopped, the tears falling down his face.

his mum pulled him in for a hug, sympathy filling her body as she realised why you were so upset. "it sounds silly mum but i really want a baby. like desperately. and i want to be strong for y/n but it's getting too much. we've been trying, we've done IVF and it's just-" he sniffled, before carrying on. "it's just getting too much now. we both want a baby but it's not working. maybe we aren't meant to be parents and it may effect our relationship and i hate that" he sobbed, hot tears rolling down his cheeks as he cried into his mums chest.

"oh Joe. i'm so sorry that's happened to you. i wished you would have said something. i think, personally, it will happen for you guys when you least expect it. i know having a miscarriage hurts and i hate that you two went through that alone. you guys will have that baby when you least expect it Joe. you guys should tell me if you need anything and i'll try help you. y/n is family Joey, you two shouldn't have gone through it just the two of you. i also don't want you to think that you can't cry or have emotions because you're a man because that's stupid. you shouldn't keep your emotions bottled up, y/n would want you to show your emotions" she said, rubbing his back softly as he silently sobbed.

he nodded his head, agreeing with his mums words. he's always thought, even since he was little, that she was a wise woman. she always knew what to say and when to say it. he pulled away from the hug and wiped his tears, acting like they'd never happened even after her saying he should show his emotions. "you should tell her how you're feeling Joseph. i mean it. she wouldn't want to think she's the only one who's sad" she said, giving him a reassuring smile. he sighed before nodding again, seeing the time and thinking it was best if he went home.

"i can read you like a book Joseph. go home and talk to y/n. tell her how you feel." she said, standing up to give him a hug goodbye. "i'll call you later mum. tell you how it goes" he said, seeing the small smile on her face. she nodded and pulled him in for the hug when he stood up, kissing his temple before letting go, basically shoving him out the door. he put on his shoes quickly before going out the door, waving to his mum as he started the drive home, hoping you'd be out of bed, maybe in the living room watching tv. he just wanted you to get out of there.

Joseph had many emotions running through him. he was sad that this was happening to you both. you'd both wanted to start a family and the fact nothing was working made him feel anxious and depressed and now that his mum knows, he is feeling worse about not telling you how he felt. he arrived home, letting a sigh escape him as he entered the house, hearing the tv playing the US shameless. he smiled slightly, you'd finally got out of bed. he saw you on the sofa, hair in a messy bun and you'd changed clothes. Joseph felt his bottom lip quiver. he didn't know why he was so emotional.

maybe because he'd admitted to his mum how he felt or maybe it was jealousy of his sister and brother-in-law or maybe it was the fact that you'd both suffered so much pain in the past year and a half. he walked and sat next to you, his head falling to your chest. you looked at him confused, he usually pulled you in for a hug instead of falling into you like this. you felt your top get wet and Joseph's body started to shake slightly as he sobbed for the second time that day.

you pulled him closer, hand running through his hair as you tried to comfort him. you held him as he cried, not wanting to invade to much as you kissed his forehead and spoke up. "you wanna tell me what's up love?" you said in the softest voice you could. he sat up and sighed, rubbing his eyes angrily before you you gently pulled his hand away, not wanting him to hurt himself. he stuttered slightly before getting a full sentence out. "i just- i'm just feeling really sad y/n. this whole situation with the baby and the miscarriage it's just getting to much. i hate that i can't give you a baby. seeing negative test one after the other just makes my self esteem go to the floor and i’m so sorry y/n, i am." he admitted, his head falling to look at his lap making your heart hurt as he said that.

you gave him a soft smile, feeling bad that he’d never admitted this before. you grabbed ahold of his hand and pulled his face to look at you. “Joey love, i wished you’d told me this before. i think maybe, it hurts me so much to say because i know how much we both want this, maybe we should stop trying for a while sweetheart. you’ve definitely put things into a perspective for me Joey, it’s hurting us both and you a lot more than me. maybe we should just not try for a while, give each other a break from heartbreak after heartbreak” you said, stroking his cheek softly. seeing his eyes look so drained, nothing like how they usually were, made you feel so bad. he’d had these feelings bottled up in him for a year and now he was admitting it made you feel awful. he went to protest against it before you cut him off.

“i know it’s not what you want and i don’t want it either but i think maybe we should just take a break from it love. we both want it so desperately maybe we should just wait and it’ll happen when we least expect it” you finished, making Joseph’s heart feel heavy. he knew you were right and after a few minutes of silent thoughts he nodded his head. he let his head fall back into your chest, the tears now not stopping. you lent your head against his as he cried, feeling awful for him. you knew it was the right thing to do so why did it hurt so much saying it out loud?

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