#he’s making my ovaries explode today

[kingkatsuki]

Can you imagine a little fangirl trying to give Bakugou a friendship bracelet at an event, but he doesn’t see her as he’s trying to dodge the crowds on the red carpet. Holding your hand to keep you tight by his side as he uses his broad shoulders to protect you as he pulls you past all the flashing camera lights and interviewers trying to call him over.

But you see her, holding out a little beaded bracelet over the barrier as her face is painted to match Dynamight’s eye mask. Little explosions in her pigtails as you squeeze Bakugou’s hand, stopping him from walking away as you point her out to him.

She’s the only reason he drops your hand, taking a few broad strides towards her as he bends down at the crowd barricade to talk to her, asking her name and listening as she tells him that he’s her favourite Pro-Hero. Holding out the bracelet as she gives it to him, and practically glows when he slips it over his wrist. And she surprises you when she holds another Dynamight themed bracelet out to you, holding out your hand so she can put it on you making sure that you and Bakugou now have matching bead bracelets.

#imagine posting a photo on your Instagram story later too?? #and the fans are just going insane #i saw that video of priyanka taking friendship bracelets off that little girl at the jb show #to give to Nick later and they posted on their insta stories that they received them #like just imagine Bakugou getting friendship bracelets off his fans I’ll SOB #he’s making my ovaries explode today

[pierregazly]

1+ 2 = ...4? ꨄ pierre gasly smau

pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown

in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?

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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight 🫶🏻

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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous

username happy anniversary mom and dad

charles_leclerc 🥳💗

username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho

pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chère, i am the luckiest man in the world

pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight

pierregasly it rhymes with tierod

username TRIPOD PIERRE

username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON

georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.

username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope

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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings

ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(

pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do

ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour 🫶🏻

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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time 💪 now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family

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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!

username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!

username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes

username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????

username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what

username ummm sorry he almost always says 'my loved ones' gotta push the pregnancy rumour agenda some more

ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear 🫶🏻 the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good

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pierregasly 😂😭🤍

username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg

username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say

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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!

pierregasly well if the bean's want them....

username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf

username tell us your secret!!!!

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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)

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username girl this seems a little feral idk

georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.

username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids

username seems legit idk

pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?

ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime

pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie

username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf

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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 🐣🚼

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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE

ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.

username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.

username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH

username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed

georgerussell63 excuse me????

georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????

georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted

pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.

ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.

georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)

lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited 🤍

charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty 🫡 congratulations, you two.

georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.

username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this

username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????

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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 🫶🏻

username omg omg omg omg

username this is SO CUTE

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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)

pierregasly my beautiful wife

ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.

pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world

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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)

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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)

username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell

charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together

ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved

pierregasly yeah shut up cha

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see my art piece up in the bébé's room 🫶🏻

ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel

username im so invested in this pregnancy none of you even understand

username starting a poll asap on the babies names omf

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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.

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username omg congratulations!!! such beautiful names.

username they share a birthday with charles im crying

lewishamilton congratulations! so beautiful, you are a rockstar ynrussell

charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.

pierregasly the happiest day of my life, given to me by the most important woman in my life. thank you for blessing me.

username again i am so invested in this. i am so happy for these two, they're going to be incredible parents.

alpinef1team welcome to the family baby éloïse and baby théodore!

mercedesamg welcome to the family x2

username oh girl the racing teams are gonna FIGHT over these two just you wait

and there she is! after weeks of gasly!twin asks, i finally decided it was time to bring them to life in the realest way i could. i hope you all loved this as much as i loved writing it. thank you to everyone for all the incredible inspiration, and for continuing my obsession.

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[rheasonly1]

Daryl Dixon imagine ~

This content is 18+ and is more for mature users. But if you can handle it read till ya hearts content.

Also I used pronouns ‘I’ and ‘me’ to make it feel like it’s about you and him when you are reading it.

Enjoy

Lots of love x

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It was the crack of dawn when Rick decided to call everyone for a group meeting. These big wake up calls had been happening for around two weeks now, and I had become accustom to his short notice. As per usual Rick had sent Carol to ‘politely’ wake everyone up instead of her usual ‘shout until they sprout’ tactic.

Well, this time if he was going to call her bashing pots and pans against the cell doors ‘polite’ then I would happily go around telling everyone that we weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse.

Not that I needed to state the obvious but clearly wasn’t going to fuckin’ happen.

Besides the point, it was around the time where everyone was stood around the room yawning and groaning to try and diffuse the awkward silence that bounced off the walls, before Rick decided to use words and tell us why we were gathered here for the hundredth time this week.

Oh and it was the same boring shit every time.

“We need to come up with a plan-“

Blah blah.

“Someone needs to go on watch-”

Blah blah blah.

“We should clear more walkers from the yard-”

Blah blah mother fuckin’ blah.

I was at my wits end with this bullshit and in all honesty, I was so close to callin’ it. However I had to remember how if I did, I’d have to deal with a very VERY pissed off daryl. And despite his tantrums nearly giving me the biggest orgasm I had ever had, (mainly because I wouldn’t be able to stop staring at the way his muscles bulged when he became angry or how that one vein in his neck suddenly made me want to become a vampire) the shouting and silent treatment wasn’t a pleasant experience to say the least.

But In this moment I had locked eyes with the blue eyed redneck and I could instantly tell that he was as sick of Ricks crap just as much as I was and that sent tingles electrocuting around my body.

A form of excitement I couldn’t contain.

And just as I thought that it was the only piece of him I was going to get today, my attention was snatched by Daryl suddenly leaving the room and I could see the smirk slowly creeping on his mouth, only one that was made for me to see.

It felt like my ovaries were about to explode. This man made me feel things like never before. The things I could fantasise him doing to me, he made me squirm when he stared at me, his piercing gaze sending flutters in my stomach. And it was no secret how he made me feel, I had ranted to Maggie numerous times about how I just wanted him to total me into the ground.

He made me feel special in ways I’d never imagined possible.

He made the impossible, possible.

I snapped out of my day dream and remembered how he hadn’t long left the room. I definitely did not want to keep him waiting, so quietly I sneaked out the room unnoticed.

I followed his soft whistles guiding me to his exact location. And I ended up in the boiler room underneath the prison, we hadn’t long cleared it from walkers so it was as good as knew. Whatever that meant these days.

I slowly walked into the middle of the room and stood there for a second until I felt his undeniable presence enter.

I heard his footsteps behind me and his shadow appeared over mine. I could hear his feet dragging against the ground, as I hadn’t bothered to turn around to face him yet. Suddenly I felt these strong, tense arms snake around my waist, holding on tight and then a head rested upon my shoulder.

“Oomf.” A raspy voice let out.

I leaned my head back onto Daryl’s shoulder allowing him to bury his head into my neck.

All of a sudden I felt a sharp, biting pain going all the way down on the side of my neck and into my collar bone. I moaned softly and lowly at the satisfying feeling of Daryl nibbling on me.

He bit down harder at my response, I felt my eyes grow heavy and not in the tired kinda way. I let my hand travel to the back of his head, taking a handful of his hair and gripping it tight.

The purr which escaped from his mouth sent butterflies swarming in the pit of my stomach. Slowly, Daryl turned to stand in front of me, pushing hairs out of my face. His eyes were locked on mine but often quickly glancing at my lips and then back to my eyes again.

leaning in, he places small tender kisses on my lips and cheeks whilst cupping my face in his big calloused hands.

Along with more gentle and loving kisses, his arm slides around my waist pulling me closer to him. He hums lightly whilst rocking me slowly against him. I felt him harden against my pelvis.

I push my self further into him, and he chuckles huskily as he slides his hand down my back and rests it on my ass.

“a bit needy this morning, aren’t we?” He growls.

“Mhmmmm” I hum.

With one hand now squeezing my ass and the other wrapped around my neck, he leans closer to my ear and whispers.

“don’t worry you’ll get what you want sweetheart.”

His eyes were fixated on my lips and body. He leaned in, and for a moment it felt like time was standing still. The tension in the air was so thick I could feel it pulsing between us. He was close…so close. And my heart was racing, pumping a million beats per second.

Before either of us had chance to move, our lips crashed together and all my thoughts were blocked by how intense and passionate the kiss gradually became.

I pushed him hard up against the wall he hadn’t long appeared from behind, he groaned loud in response. And I continued to run my hands up his shirt feeling his chest.

His hands moved to my hips which were bare from the low waisted jeans I was wearing and he harshly pulled me into him. Then his hands traveled to the back of my thighs when he lifted me up into a sitting position with my legs wrapped right around his waist.

Gently and slowly he knelt down onto both knees and lowered me onto the ground, with my legs still around his waist. Quickly he slid his shirt over his head and threw it into a corner far from the room.

“I won’t be needing that anymore.”

I chuckled as he leant down towards me and his big broad body hovered over me. He stared at me for a few seconds while tracing my lip with his thumb, wiping the saliva away and then proceeding to lick his fingers afterwards.

Placing both hands either side of my head, he leaned into me and started to give wet, passionate kisses on my neck and down to my collar bone.

He stopped at the hem of my vest and then looked up at me. Tugging at the bottom of it, he gently lifted me up into a sitting position and brought the shirt up over my head and chucking it into the same corner as his.

I was left in my pants and bra. He admired my breasts for a few moments and then hugged into me whilst sneakily un-clipping my bra at the back.

Letting it fall I felt my boobs against his chest, and softly groaned at the feeling. He leaned back to admire them again in full view. Gently pushing my chin upwards, he placed kisses at the tip of my chin all the way down onto my stomach. Harshly, he sucked in a breath and at first I had no idea why.

Until suddenly I felt his big erection grow underneath me. I couldn’t resist. I turned him over so he was now laying on the floor and I was on top straddling him.

Daryl let out a deep moan as I rubbed myself against him and his eyes widened as his body began to respond.

I started grinding against his now giant erection and I could see it bulging through his pants.

“Just say the word.” I whispered.

He was breathing heavy and so was I. And oh we were not even half way through. He let out a controlled breath and that was him telling me he was ready.

I started to unbuckle his pants and then he took over pulling them the rest of the way down. I could tell it was throbbing by the look on his face he was yearning for me to help him release.

I’d give him more than just a release. I’d tighten him back up just so I could make him release again, again and again.

He couldn’t bare it anymore, he ragged off his boxers and he laid in his birthday suit underneath me.

“Happy birthday to me.” I chuckled.

I slowly and teasingly edged my way towards him, he was too impatient so he grabbed me by my hips and practically placed me on top of it. Just so I was hovering over the tip. It was pulsing like my heart beat and I couldn’t wait to give him what he wanted. My Daryl.

And just like that, I pushed myself into him.

A loud, deep moan escaped my mouth and echoed throughout the room. I had forgotten the amount of pleasure it would give me just as much as it would give him. Only now my plans were discarded as I could barely contain my bodies reaction to him inside of me.

I could feel it pumping inside of me as I slowly moved up and down.

“Fuck. Are ya really gonna do me like that?” He growled.

“Oh I’ll do ya, don’t you worry.” I cheeked.

I knew exactly what he wanted. My pace wasn’t fast enough for him. Not enough him to release. It was still pulsating and it was getting worse and he was closer to his limits.

I quickened up my pace, moving back and forth faster. And faster. And faster.

All of a sudden I felt his hot sticky cum erupt from his cock. We both moaned in unison, and loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if the group heard us up in the cell block. Not all the walls were sound proof. He was whimpering like a dog as I didn’t stop grinding on him, giving him more than what he asked for.

He leaned up and wrapped one arm around my waist and leaned on the other for support. His breathing had calmed down and he was staring into my eyes appreciating everything I had gave him.

“Time for me to return the favour.” He said sternly.

I Held my hands up in surrender. He looked up at my hands and slowly intertwined our fingers and brought them down so they were resting on his lap. He effortlessly lifted me off him and sat me between his legs, and then ran his hands under neath my thighs making me bend my knees up to my feet were pressed against the ground, and my legs were open wide.

He let go of my hands and traced both of the inside of my thighs coming closer and closer to my sweet spot. I had beat him to it, as I went to reach and down and release my throbbing slit, he snatched my hands away.

“Ah, ah, ah. No.” He said.

He pushed my hands behind my back so I wasn’t able to free myself from his grip. Teasingly his rubbed the sides of my clit, tickling my lips every now and then. Eventually he ran one finger down the middle and put his finger in-front of my face.

“Already wet. All this for me?” He whispered.

I nodded, confirming his statement. My breathing was now shallow and I didn’t know how much longer I could take his stalling.

However I was shocked to feel that I didn’t have to wait any longer as he harshly slid his fingers inside of me. Once again moans were abruptly escaping my mouth and it made him excited as his worked his fingers in and out of my cunt. He could tell how desperate I was for my release and he was going to give it to me.

“nearly there darlin’.” He spoke softly.

Finally his magic had payed off and now his fingers were covered in my hot and sticky cum. He played with it between his fingers whilst smiling and laughing.

“Open.” He demanded.

I opened my mouth, as he rubbed his fingers all around my gums and tongue.

Soon enough we were both back to our original state. And we were both dressed.

“I think it’s about time we get back, don’t want their minds wandering to far about our absence.” I joked.

“Shut up.” He said as he draped his arm over my shoulder whilst we walked back to the cell block.

Prompt: “Happy birthday to me.”

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[timetorace]

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

I had to post this before my girls murdered me. @diorleclerc​ @libraryofloveletters​ @lickmeleclerc​ this is for u <3

ship: esteban ocon x fem!reader.

summary: Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding... with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?

warnings: bad language probably. disfuntional family. Ben (my usual readers will get it). tequila mention. cheating mention. smut. unprotected sex. SO SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT YOU MIGHT FOUND. 

word count: +12.9K. 

                                                         PART ONE HERE

THURSDAY

The next morning when you woke up, Esteban was nowhere to be found. It was around 10 AM and you had the morning free from any wedding activity. Thanks to God cause with how things were between you two, you didn't think you could pull out a smile. That night you had your sister’s bachelorette party. It gave you a headache just thinking about having to attend.

Everything was a complete disaster. You didn’t even know if Esteban hadn’t already left after the fight you had last night. You lifted your head from the pillow. His backpack was still on the couch, so he wasn’t gone. Good. How did everything go down the drain so fast last night? After you believed everything was fine and you were questioning our relationship with him after that kiss. Maybe you shouldn't overthink anything and just leave everything like that. Last night, everything had been ruined in a matter of minutes.

When you went down to the pool in an attempt to relax and not go crazy in the room waiting to see what would happen with Esteban. Your sister and some of her friends, including the bridesmaids, were sitting in one corner of the pool. You were going to pretend dementia as if you hadn’t seen them, but your sister raised her hand. Damn, now you had to go say hi. Maybe you should have stayed in your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how there were a couple of people in the pool playing volleyball, among whom you found Phillip... and Esteban. There he was then. And yes, seeing him without a shirt caused things suddenly. You didn’t understand why, but the image of him without a shirt and only with his shorts was incredibly tempting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like that since you used to go on vacation together with your friends, but it was the first time that seeing him like that caused something in you.

“Hi everyone,” you greeted them when you were by their side. You sat down in one of the empty chairs.

“Your boyfriend is fineeeee,” One of Chloé’s friends said, lowering her sunglasses to look at Esteban. Yesterday you met her at the party, was it Cindy? Sydney? Sandy! That was her name.

“Thank you?” You answered with a tone of doubt, not being sure what to say.

“True, I ran into him today at the gym and I think my ovaries exploded,” another of Chloé’s friends said.

“She liked him since they were kids,” Chloé finally said

“I didn't, Chloé.” you rolled your eyes and stretched out on the lounge.

“Please, you always liked a good charity case,” she pointed. That was it. You were going to send her to hell if she kept talking about Esteban like that.

“Charity?” Sandy asked

“He was poor,” Chloé explained, “And he lived in a caravan with his parents”

“Diuh,” Sandy said, wrinkling her nose as if that was gross.

“Chloé,” you warned her with a threatening tone. You were tired of the way she dismissed Esteban.

“Are you going to tell me it’s a lie?” Your sister said, raising her brows. You purse your lips. Chloé knew very well that you would not make a fuss in public, that just wasn’t your style.

“Some people have to work,” you signaled.

“Ugh, work.” Sandy wrinkled her nose again.

“He is still a commoner, a new rich, one of those who had a stroke of luck,” Chloé told you. She was going to find you if she kept picking on you like this.

“Now that he has some millions, things got interesting,” Chloé’s other friend said.

“Yes, they did,” your sister replied, and the look Chloé gave to him before looking at you again gave you a chill. What was she up to? Her look could not bode well. What did she have in mind? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

After a while, Sandy and the other friend you had discovered her name was Tiffany, headed inside to go to a massage session they had booked at the hotel spa.

“Trouble in paradise?” Your sister suddenly asked as you opened your eyes to look at her.

“Not at all”

“You haven’t looked at him once since you sat here.” She pointed, and you rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss her theory.

“You’re seeing things, Chloé” You pointed out still without looking at him “I've him all for me in our room, no need to brag about it in public, right?“

“You know? It’s okay if you just admit that he came with you out of pity” He was your fake boyfriend, so technically it’s not like he was with you because he loved you. Despite that, it was bothering you that your sister wanted to make you feel bad because a boy like Esteban had paid attention to you. Yes, you had braces and glasses when you met him in high school, but for years now, you wore contact lenses and had your braces removed.

“Again with that? I know it’s hard for you to believe, but he is with me because he wants to”

“Bothering mon tresór again, Chloé?” Esteban’s voice interrupted them. You turned to look at him appear behind you and lean on the back of your lounger.

“Whatever” Your sister didn’t even bother to address Esteban. You knew it was partly because she didn’t consider him worthy enough to talk to her. He just ignored her and gave you a lopsided smile instead that made things to you. If he wasn’t mad at you and if you didn’t know your relationship wasn’t like that, you would say he was flirting with you “Hi babe” He said and you looked up at him before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. His kiss was short but slow and so sensual that you could feel something stirring inside you. ‘It’s not like that’ you repeated to yourself internally. The way you looked at each other, touched and kissed, was too intimate to be ‘just friends', but you understood it could be your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were pretending to be something else to everyone else.

“Ugh, find a room,” Chloé interrupted him and a couple of seconds later, you separated.

“Jealous?” You asked, trying to get some arrogance out. Maybe Esteban was right yesterday. It was time for you to give Chloé back some of her nastiness.

“You wished,” she huffed before getting up from her lounger and walking inside. When you raised your head to see him, Esteban had already left. You threw your head back on the lounger. Perfect. Just perfect. Despite the small moment you just shared, you were still at war.

When you got back to the room, he wasn’t there either and didn’t show until you were finishing putting on your earrings. You were ready to meet the rest of the bridesmaids and your sister in the hotel lobby. Esteban just stared at you. He was still dressed as he came from the beach, which didn’t surprise you.

“Are you staying?” You asked before taking your little bag.

“Yes,” The answer did not surprise you. He could barely tolerate Ben, so you didn’t see Esteban attending his bachelor party. From what you’ve heard about the bridesmaids, the bachelor party was going to have some strippers.

“Good,” you told him, walking towards the door

“Good,” He replied before you left.

You two had been friends for so long that you wanted to believe there was a solution, but at the moment, you were both stubborn. Esteban didn’t seem to give in and you weren’t going to either. You kept your position that you didn’t think you had done anything wrong to deserve such treatment from him. It wasn’t your fault that Ben approached you.

When you got to the lobby, your sister was already wearing a headband that said ‘I’m getting married’ and the bridesmaids had one that said ‘We’re her bridesmaids’. Your sister had arranged for your father to charter a yacht, so everything was up and running when you arrived at the port. How had she thrown a party like this when she was on the other side of the world? You’d rather not know. As soon as the group dispersed, you took off your headband and threw it around. You would not walk around with a bright pink sign, you preferred to go unnoticed.

You were sitting in one of the yacht’s dining room chairs drinking a margarita when someone slid in next to you. You looked up only to see your sister. Chloé was a pain in the ass. You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore her.

“You know (Y/N), there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time and I didn’t quite know how to approach it”

You frowned. Your sister’s expression seemed conflicted. Well, that was something new “You will say”

“It’s about Ben”

“Then I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head “I’m not interested in anything that has to do with him”

“I think this is important for you to know” She bit her lower lip as if thinking what to say next “Even though Ben asked me not to tell you”

“Ok, I hear you” If that made Chloé leave faster than you were going to hear her digress.

“Our thing started earlier than everyone thinks”

You raised your brows “Meaning?”

“Ben and I were together while you and he were dating.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misheard.

“I’m sorry” You knew she wasn’t sorry one bit. Knowing your sister, she had done the act of the sorry sister only for you to fall for her story. That little- “He kept promising me he was going to break up with you all that time until he finally did”

Break up with you? You had broken up with him. Ben wanted you to stay, almost begged you. “Chloé, he didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, (Y/N), I know the truth” She clucked her tongue and the gesture Chloé made told you she knew nothing about that. Oh, God.

“It’s the truth. I broke up with him. He begged me not to leave him” ‘before he proposed to me so I wouldn’t leave' you wanted to add, but you didn't want to do that to her. As much as she was a bitch, you wanted to believe that you were better, you had to be better, right?

“We love each other so much,” she said in a sonorous voice that just made you roll your eyes.

“Good for you, but did you have to put me in the middle? Couldn’t you at least wait until we were over?” You asked before biting the inside of your cheek hard, trying to control your emotions.

“You know what they say, sis, love is love. We couldn’t help it.” Chloé shrugged.

You didn’t want to fall into her trap but you needed to know the truth. At least she seemed willing to give it up to hurt you “For how long?”

“For how long, what?” she asked.

“How long were you sleeping for?”

“Let me see” Your sister made a thoughtful expression. She enjoyed that. “For two years? Maybe more?”

“That’s more than half of our relationship,” you gasped. You thought maybe you had hooked up towards the end of your relationship when you and Ben weren’t that connected anymore, but it seems he had been lying right under your nose for pretty much your entire relationship.

“Sorry sis, it is what it is” Chloé shrugged before getting up and winking at you “Enjoy the party though”

And boy, you enjoyed the party. Before the night was over, you drank most of the alcohol in the bar. It felt like you were an idiot. You felt betrayed. You didn’t even care that much about Ben not being yours, but about the betrayal. He and your sister must have had the time of their lives laughing at you behind your back. During the day, he saw you and at night he slept with Chloé. It made you nauseous to think that he had been fucking both of them at the same time.

You were so drunk that one guest had to help you safely off the yacht and walk across the harbor to safety to the limo you had come in with your sister and her friends. The chauffeur agreed to take you to the hotel and return to the port later to look for your sister and her friends. You spent the travel dozing until they got to the hotel, and you thanked him before getting out of the car. You had taken off your heels, so you entered the hotel with your heels in hand and when you saw yourself in the elevator mirror. Your reflection was deplorable, your eyeliner and mascara were smudged, and your hair was all messed up.

You opened the door of the room trying to be as quiet as possible considering that the lights were off. However, in your eagerness not to turn on the lights, you hit your toe on the wall. You let out a moan loud enough to hear how Esteban moved in bed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” you replied with a sob. The hit wasn’t even the problem, that was the straw that had filled a night full of emotions that made you feel stupid, angry, and sad at the same time.

“You’re crying?” He asked before turning on the light, “Oh god, are you ok?” Your appearance must have been worse than you thought, judging by the speed with which he jumped out of bed to walk beside you.

“He cheated on me” You sobbed now and cried.

“Who?” He asked, approaching you.

“Ben”

“What?”

“He cheated on me with Chloe,” you replied as he wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest.

“What? He told you that?”

“My sister did,” you explained to her in her raspy voice “He was sleeping with her for almost all our relation”

“With your sister?” He asked with a tone an octave higher than normal “Oh mon tresór, I’m so sorry” Esteban started stroking your hair. It was the first time he was calling you that when you weren’t in public, but you were going to let it slide. You were too tired to overthink.

“No, you don’t” He had told you many times that by the way Ben acted, he was hiding things from you. You believed Esteban was just being dramatic about it “This is a moment where you tell me you were right”

“But I don’t want to be right,” He let out a sigh “I’m sorry he did that to you”

“Yes, me too”

“Are you sure it’s true? Your sister is capable of making it up,” He suggested and you shook your head in response.

“No, she seemed very pleased to tell me” That didn’t assure you that Chloé wasn’t fabricating the story. It was difficult to express but her look, her expression, told you that your sister was not making anything up.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, kissing you on the top of your head before you closed your eyes leaning against him. Esteban caressed your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.

“Sorry to wake you up”

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was waiting for you to come back” That statement, as simple as it sounded, suddenly seemed incredibly personal. Something so simple and so normal was suddenly so intimate.

“You were right yesterday, when you told me I always want to please everyone,” you admitted “I tried doing it with my parents and Ben and see where that got me”

“I was being an idiot,” He replied “You shouldn’t regret being a good person, I just want you to be happy too”

You were about to answer when you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You ran to the bathroom before throwing up. God, the last round of tequila had been a bad idea. You threw up again. Maybe the last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary.

“Are you ok?” His voice asked before feeling how they caressed your back.

“No,” you moaned, leaning against the bathtub “I feel so stupid”

“Don’t do it. He’s an idiot, not you.” He helped you up before putting paste on your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth and mouthwash in a glass.

“I know, my rational part knows, but I still feel like an idiot,” you told her once you finished brushing your teeth.

“It’s not your fault,” He repeated before giving you your pajamas and some privacy so you could change. When you were ready, you just crawled into bed before he came back with a glass of water and a painkiller that he left on your nightstand.

“You can sleep under the sheets if you want?” you suggested as you slipped under the covers.

“Let’s just leave it at that,” He replied, and you moved against him to lay your head on your shoulder. Just like that, you two fell asleep.

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FRIDAY

The next morning, to say that you felt as if a truck had run over you was an understatement. You felt terrible. The hangover didn’t let you think straight. Those last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary. You let out a groan without being willing to open your eyes to face the day. Your moan was greeted by a giggle from Esteban.

“How do you feel?”

“Is it necessary to ask? Like shit,” You moaned.

“Take the painkiller,” He suggested, and you rolled over to get the pill and glass of water from your nightstand “That might help"

“I’m never going to drink again,” you said after taking the painkiller “Ever again“

“Sadly, I don’t believe a word of you”

“I’m serious,” you insisted, “I think I drank three bottles of tequila by myself”

“How do you feel?” He asked, and you knew Esteban wasn’t talking about your hangover.

“Fine” You shrugged. The news still felt strange to you, but there was nothing you could do about it. Although you were furious with them, you didn’t want to give your sister the satisfaction of seeing how she had affected you.

“Yesterday you were crying about him”

“Again with that?” you complained. What was his obsession with stirring up your past with Ben?

“Why would you cry if you don’t want to go back to him?”

“I don’t want to go back to Ben. I was crying because I felt like an idiot for trusting him.” You pointed. The broken trust hurt you the most, with your sister and with Ben. Both of them should have been honest or not bedded in the first place “How could you think I’d go back to Ben? After everything, he did to me?”

He stared at you as if he was processing your words, “You’re right, I’m sorry”

“Okay, but stop suggesting that.” You let out a sigh “I don’t think I can move. Bring me something to eat?” You asked and he let out a laugh.

“Yes, give me a minute,” Esteban replied before taking his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

Yes, everything seemed to be fine again between you. You two spent the rest of the day in the room. Nothing romantic at all. You had slept most of the morning and noon and he watched some TV show on Netflix. You liked the way he had gently stroked your hair until you fell asleep, but that was it. The seamstress brought your bridesmaid dress in the afternoon and she left it for you to try on.

“Look, I told you, I’m a shiny peach,” You told him and he let out a laugh “Thank you” you replied sarcastically

“You’re a cute shiny peach though”

“I don’t want to be a peach,” you complained with a groan.

“Don’t worry, you could wear a garbage bag, you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the room” 

You stared at him “You don’t have to say things like that”

“I mean it”

“Thank you, I guess,” you replied, feeling how your face got a little hot and placing a lock of hair behind your ear. Why were you suddenly acting like a schoolgirl? He was just trying to be nice and make you feel better about the ugliest dress your sister could have picked out for you. That was what friends did, right? Make the other feel better when they were down. The dress was hideous and not even a catwalk beauty could make that dress look good. The satin fabric shone even brighter in the lights, so you weren’t sure you’d want to see the wedding photos again after that weekend.

An hour later, you were finishing your makeup in the bathroom, already dressed for the rehearsal dinner, when you saw him approach out of the corner of your eye.

“A little help?” Esteban asked with his tie undone around his neck.

“Don’t worry about it today, don’t even wear the suit jacket”

“No sparkly peach dress today?”

“Not today,” You let out a dramatic sigh “You’ll see it in all its splendor tomorrow”

“What if you tell your mother you don’t want to use it?” He asked.

“It would kill me,” you replied, causing him to laugh “My sister too but my mother above all, for breaking with the aesthetics of the wedding and my sister’s wishes”

“For what it’s worth, it doesn’t matter if you look like a shiny peach, you’ll still be the prettiest girl in the room.” You wanted to feel ok about it but you had the insecurity that you didn’t understand what it meant to feel that. Esteban was just being a good friend to you, wasn’t he? Not being sure of the answer to that question made you even more nervous about it.

“Thanks, keep it up and I’ll believe everything and I’ll have my self-esteem through the roof,” you replied, passing by him to get your bag.

“You should,” He shrugged “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You opened the door “Although the last thing I want is to have to see Chloe or Ben,” You added as you walked down the hall towards the elevator “The very idea makes me sick”

“Your sister just wants to be the center of attention. Don’t give her the pleasure,” Esteban told you, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“She’s the bride, she’s the center of attention indeed,” you pointed out.

“You know what I mean,” He told you as you entered the elevator “Don’t let her enjoy making you miserable”

“I’m not miserable,” You shrugged “I’m upset because I feel like that is a shitty thing to do to your sister”

“Chloé just wants the pleasure of making you feel bad about it”

“She thinks we’re in some kind of competition and that she won because she stayed with Ben.”

“Ignore them and show them you’re happy”

“My sister is going to love that I ignore her,” you let out a laugh “And I have to brag about how happy I am with my new boyfriend,” you added, giving him a wink and joking.

“I heard that your new boyfriend is a topic of conversation”

“Oh yes, he is a great catch, incredibly attentive and charming even though he snores a lot”

Esteban frowned before the elevator doors opened “I don’t snore”

You raised your brows “How do you know if you’re asleep?”

“No one ever complained,” He shrugged.

“Ok, too much information.” You raised your hand “I don’t wanna know how many girls you slept with”

He cleared his throat. “I was talking about my physical therapist.”

You raised your brows as you entered the hotel room “He watches you sleep?”

“Sometimes he is in the motorhome when I rest”

You were about to answer him, but your mother walked toward you. Esteban slipped his hand over yours. You liked the way in those days that gesture had become almost second nature between you. A way for him to let you know he was there for you as a support. You appreciated it. You didn’t know if you could have survived that weekend without Esteban.

“Sorry to interrupt,” your mother said before taking your arm in a firm grip “Honey, your sister wants to talk to you”

“I'll be back,” you said to Esteban before your mother dragged you away from him.

“Chloé prefers that Tiffany be the one to give the maid of honor speech along with Ben’s best man tomorrow.” Your mother said and you could tell she was nervous judging by how she looked around her.

“Oh, it’s fine”

“She’s going to say a few short words today, too.”

“It’s fine by me”

“What are people going to say? People are going to talk about (Y/N) not making a speech.” Your mother shrieked in a whisper.

You saw how your sister rolled her eyes “Nothing mom, people ain’t gonna say anything,” Chloé turned to look at you “Besides, (Y/N) doesn’t care, right sis?”

“Not at all” You shrugged, dismissing it as exactly what you knew was going to upset Chloé. You really couldn’t care less that she didn’t pick you to give a speech at the wedding reception. Did she think that would bother you? You had prepared nothing because, being honest, you had nothing nice to say about your sister other than a couple of childhood memories, so you thought to improvise and mostly lie to create a delightful story that wasn’t true about your sister.

“I just think it’s better that you don’t talk,” Chloé repeated as if wanting to make sure that you had understood the fact that she wanted to exclude you as much as possible.

“Okay,” you agreed with a shrug. In the end, Esteban was right, your sister didn’t deserve even a second of your time “If you’ll excuse me I’ll go back to Este” You added before turning around to walk towards the one who was sitting already talking to some guests. The seat next to him had a sign with your name on it, so you sat there before moving a little closer to him and burying your head on his shoulder.

“Are you angry?” He asked in a whisper so that only you would hear.

“I’m tired,” you replied, nuzzling his shoulder with your nose “I can’t wait for all this to end”

“There is only one day left” He comforted you and you felt how he kissed the top of your head. “Just one day”

“I’m so done with all the drama,” you complained before hiding your head.

“Well, if it makes you happy, it looks like she’s going to explode at any moment. If looks could kill, you’d already be underground.” You did your best not to look at Chloé and just giggled, looking up to see her.

“She thought I was going to be mad if she took my reception speech away,” you explained before rolling your eyes “Please, all I was going to say were lies, anyway”

“Anything about how good your sister is and how much she and Ben deserve each other?” He asked.

“Exactly” You nodded your head.

He leaned towards you and grabbed your chin so you would look at him “I’m gonna kiss you right now” Esteban murmured against your lips and you just nodded your head slightly in response. The closeness still made you feel dizzy. It was like you couldn’t deny him anything when he went into “fake boyfriend” mode. The way he looked at you as if you two had been together for a long time made you think that Esteban would have been an excellent actor if he hadn’t succeeded as a driver.

He caught your lower lip between his before wrapping your mouth around his. His kiss was slow and a little too short for your liking, but the way he left you was something else. Without a doubt, you could describe that kiss as the most sensual you had ever had. Unfamiliar sensations ran through your entire body at that moment.

“I bet my mother must be loving this PDA,” you whispered, hiding your face in his neck.

He giggled at the tickle. “Who cares about what she thinks?” Esteban asked before the clinking of a couple of glasses interrupted them. You rested your head on his shoulder to listen as Ben addressed a couple of words of thanks to everyone. Esteban made fun of him a little, which made you let out small giggles. They were almost like teenagers again, whispering in class. You took advantage while a couple of Chloé’s friends were making a fool of themselves at karaoke to go to the toilet. When you came out, you didn’t expect to find Ben leaning against the hallway wall. What was he doing there? You thought you had made things clear the other day on the terrace.

“I don’t want to talk to you” You rolled your eyes to walk past him.

“Come on, don’t be jealous,” He told you, taking your arm, you turned around and walked away from him.

“Jealous? Chloe told me everything. You disgust me more than anything else,” you snorted.

You saw how Ben opened his eyes a little and turned white. What? He thought your sister was not gonna tell you about their little affair? “She seduced me, I swear”

“Oh my God” Did he think you would not find out that he had been fucking your sister behind your back? “What a pathetic excuse for a human being you are, are you going to blame my sister?” You could feel the fair building slowly inside of you. The way he treated you like a fool was pissing you off.

“It’s the truth,” He told you taking a step towards you and you took one back “I swear, she jumped on me”

“And I suppose you were a poor, helpless victim?”

“You know how Chloé is” he suggested your sister was what? a whore? Annoying? Insistent? whimsical? She might be all that, but he still had some responsibility for that.

“You’re pathetic” You shook your head and crossed your arms before turning around to walk towards the living room again.

“We were going through a rough patch,” Ben yelled, standing in front of you so you couldn’t pass “You barely paid attention to me”

Was he blaming you for all of that? He couldn’t admit that he had been sleeping with Chloé and that he was wrong? After all, he still wanted to blame you as if you had failed at something? “And fucking my sister behind my back was going to fix it?”

“It was a moment of weakness!” He groaned before scratching the back of his neck.

“Weak moment? Ben! You’re going to marry her. That’s more than just a moment for me.” You crossed your arms.

“It’s not a marriage, marriage”

“Tell my sister that,” You rolled your eyes, “You told her you broke up with me for her” You raised your brows to let him know you caught him in her lie “You know that’s not true, I broke up with you”

“It was what she wanted to hear” He shrugged as if he had just told a white lie

“So you lied to him?” you mocked You already found it funny how pathetic he was “You could have at least had the decency to break up with me before her and not spend two years with her behind my back”

“That was a mistake, it was all a mistake”

“And you conveniently left out that you asked me to marry you with the same ring you gave her” You saw how Ben took a step back as if someone had slapped him. Did he think you wouldn't see the engagement ring? “Yes Ben, I saw the ring”

“It was what I had to do,” He moaned like a teenager “You didn’t want to marry me”

“The fact that you believe that my sister and I are interchangeable is disgusting” Not only were you two different people but Ben in his eagerness to belong to your family and connect with the family fortune and your father above all not even He had bothered to pretend that it wasn’t “You are unbelievable, the best thing that happened to me in my life was not marrying you” You added before walking around him and walking to the banquet hall. 

“I didn’t say you could leave,” Ben said behind your back.

“Bold of you to think that I have to ask your permission for anything,” you replied, looking him up and down.

“Mon tresór, everything is alright?” You heard Esteban’s voice behind you before you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Yeah, I was taking out the trash,” you replied scathingly, staring at Ben. You had gone from being angry to being furious. The audacity of that guy.

“No one called you,” Ben added without taking his eyes off you “Stay out, commoner”

“Commoner? What century are you in? You stupid, arrogant pig” You insulted him stepping forward ready to punch him in the face. Ben took a step towards you, also apparently intending to do the same, but with a single movement, Esteban pulled you back and stood in front of you.

“If I were you I would think about my next move,” He warned Ben, “I’m tired of you and no patience left”

“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Ben asked, looking offended and lifting his chin to look at Esteban, who was taller than him.

“Leave my girlfriend alone” The way he called you his girlfriend, even if it was all false, made your heart swell a little. The way he was incredibly patient but Esteban had had enough of Ben “She’s not interested in you as I think she already made it clear” He added sliding his hand to take yours “You’re getting married tomorrow dude, move on”

Ben let out a mocking laugh. “You come here, strutting around, but we all know that no matter how hard you try, you will always be that boy that used to live in a caravan.” You gasped. How dare you talk to him like that? You felt your blood boil, and you were ready to go over him but Esteban’s hand had you tightly trapped next to him “You can try to buy nice cars, get together with the right people but we all know the truth, you will never be one of us, you will never belong no matter how hard you try”

Esteban simply snorted in response “Who said I wanted to belong? And belong to what? To the rich kids’ club? If this is it, I don’t want to belong”

You raised your head to give him a proud smile. Clearly, he had much more patience than you and also seemed unmoved by Ben’s insult “I admire more a self-made man than a rich little brat” You added. He stopped looking at Ben to look at you and give you a small smile.

“Thank you, mon tresór” He gave you a smile after your little moment. “Why are you still here?” Esteban rolled his eyes which made you let out a giggle that you stifled against his shoulder “The fact that you think that’s an insult talks more about you than me, Ben”

“And show how pathetic you are, one more time” You finished before Esteban put his arm around your shoulders to walk towards the elevator. The night seemed like it was going to end early for you that night. The elevator doors closed, and you felt the urge to say something.

“I like that boy and I like this one” You started swallowing hard “Cause the essence is still the same” You could see flashes of teenage Esteban many times although he was now much more mature “You haven’t changed” You added “You grew up, you learned and you gave back to your parents everything they had to give up for you” His first goal when he had earned enough money had been to buy his parents a house so they could stop renting. You couldn’t do anything but respect “All the sacrifices they had to do” Esteban’s parents were two of the best people you had ever met, you had seen them many times in the paddock, and in part, you understood why Esteban was like that, his parents had raised him so that humility and hard work were big parts of his personality “You gave them back the house they sold for you, that speaks more about you than anything else” You shrugged. 

Esteban just stared at you for a few minutes until the elevator door opened again. He didn’t say a word, he just walked over to you and gave you a brief kiss on the lips before you guys got out of the elevator. What had that been? You weren’t in public. Then why did he kiss you? Had you misunderstood everything and something else was going on with you? Had you given Esteban the wrong signals? You were getting nervous thinking about all the probable reasons he could have kissed you like that out of the blue.

When you got into bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking if things had changed between you without you realizing it.

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SATURDAY

Saturday had finally arrived. The wedding had arrived. After that day, everything would be over. Last night you hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss that Esteban had given you in the elevator, wondering if there wasn’t something else you had missed and if that wasn’t a sign that something else was going on between you that you weren’t picking up. Until the night before, everything had been normal, or so you thought.

The wedding wasn’t until the afternoon, so a couple of hours before you took a shower and changed so you could go to your sister’s suite where the rest of the bridesmaids were going to finish getting ready.

“I’m proud of you,” Esteban told you when you took your dress so you could leave the room with it in your hand.

“For what?” you tilted your head

“For showing up anyway,” He explained “It requires a lot of courage”

“Thanks but it’s not that impressive” You shrugged and cleared your throat to change the subject “See you later?”

“I’ll see you later,” Esteban confirmed before you left.

Well, that had been awkward but you still couldn’t process the kiss from the night before and connect it with everything else like the gestures of intimacy, you were also realizing that you seemed to enjoy the moments of intimacy with him and that these moments they seemed almost natural and not at all forced. The way he held your hand almost instinctively, how it was always there, even when he hadn’t been out on Thursday night, but yet still he was waiting for you when you came back from the yacht.

Esteban had always been your friend. You had been one of the few people in school who hadn’t made fun of him when he first started there. At first, out of pity and because you always needed to defend what was right, but then because you had liked him and he had proven to be a good boy. On the first day of classes, everyone knew he had a scholarship, which in your school was synonymous with being poor, so your classmates, including Ben, had not hesitated to make fun of him for that. “I didn’t know you were such a snob and a bully,” you had told Ben and after that, your classmates had taken care of their business. Esteban had smiled at you in gratitude and you smiled back at him. That was the beginning of your friendship.

“Hey” you greeted Chloé walking into her suite. The seamstress was finishing fitting the dress “You look good” You added trying to reach an olive branch to keep the peace, at least for that day.

“Of course I do,” Chloé replied, and you rolled your eyes at her arrogance “How does it feel to know that I won in the end?”

You frowned and left the dress on her sofa before turning to see her. You couldn’t understand how Chloé could believe that she had won by marrying Ben, you didn’t know if she was in love or if she believed that what she and Ben had was love but you felt a little sorry for her “You think you won because you’re going to marry Ben? Chloé, there is no winning here”

“I ended up staying with him” Only because you had rejected him first but you weren't going to say that to her, as Ben had proposed to you as long as he didn’t leave and with the same engagement ring that she was now wearing.

“You know he is a person and not a thing, right?” You told him, raising your brows.

“Whatever,” she rolled the reds “I understand you are jealous but you can’t have everything I have”

“Me? You are the one dating my leftovers,” She thought you were jealous and that couldn’t be further from the truth, you felt sorry because their marriage was more like a business than anything else and you didn’t know if your sister was more excited about getting married or for believing that you felt bad because she was marrying Ben “Couldn’t you get another man for yourself?”

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She asked, giving you a lopsided smile as if she had just been told that she had won an award.

“No, I’m just sorry for you,” You shrugged. She was attempting to hit you low. You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have “You’re beautiful and you could get any man you wanted, but you went out with a man who was with your sister first?”

“One more time, I prove I am the best of the two. He stayed with me” Chloé was delusional. She thought it was better because she was getting married and she had ‘stolen’ Ben from you. Nothing further from reality. “If you’re not interested in Ben, then why are you here, after all?”

“Your wedding doesn’t interest me, Chloé” You replied at the same time that the door opened and your mother, the makeup artist, and the hairdresser walked in “I’m only here because I have to be, don’t get confused”

You got into the bridesmaid's dress before sitting down so the hairdresser could fix your hair. Your mom started babbling about Chloé and Ben and how perfectly they were together. She didn’t even bother you about that. You were feeling uncomfortable, and a little frustrated because your mother didn’t even consider it strange that your sister was about to marry your ex. Your mother hadn’t even mentioned the fact that Chloé had gone after Ben of all men on earth. You had always tried to be as indifferent as possible to the favor your parents had for your sister. You had tried not to take it too personally or let it get to you, but at some point you were human. At that moment, you were being human, and you wanted to get angry about how your mother favored Chloé and granted her every whim. The way Chloé behaved was largely the fault of how your parents had pampered her all her life and told her she was always right and that she did nothing wrong.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stay calm and not open your mouth and say something you might regret. It wasn’t worth it. In a few hours, it would all be over. You spent almost all that time debating internally between your desire to explode and your desire to go unnoticed to end all that once and for all. Finally, anger won.

“After many years of knowing each other, they finally realized that they were meant to be,” you heard your mom say to the makeup artist. Chloé was four years younger than Ben and you, so it wasn’t like they both walked through the same social circles and the same people. Ben’s friends were part of ‘your social circle’ because most of them had gone to school with you, even though you might not like most of them for being arrogant pigs.

“And you see nothing strange in all that?” you asked, raising your brows

Your mother frowned “They are in love” You hated the way she talked about Chloé and Ben as if they had been friends forever and one day she realized they were in love with each other. That led you to think about Esteban and you, and you didn’t like to associate the two of you with them. You weren’t sure what was going on with you, but there couldn’t be more than friendship going on, right?

“You forgot he was dating me for much of that time,” You asked “Or does that part not fit into the fairy tale you made up in your head?” Your family was trying to sell a perfect fairy tale between Chloé and Ben, trying to keep up the image and possibly quell any speculation because you knew most of the guests today were going to remember that Ben had been with you before.

“They couldn’t help each other, love is love, dear” If someone else told you that ‘love is love’ you were going to explode, first Chloé and then your mother, did they want to pass all that off as love?

“Are you listening to yourself right now? One of your daughters fucked with your other daughter’s boyfriend behind her back and you think that’s ok? You had already lost your composure and now you were standing looking at your mother. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t think your mother knew exactly how Chloe and Ben’s relationship had started, but if she didn’t, she gave you no sign of it.

“Language,” she challenged you before putting her lips in a fine line. You could tell that she must not be happy that the makeup artist and the hairdresser were witnessing the entire scene. You weren’t happy about making all that public either, but you had had enough.

“Did you hear me? She slept with him throughout our relationship and you are defending her?”

“They are gonna get married,” your mother frowned “They are meant to be, like soul mates”

“Wha-” It wasn’t worth it. Your mother was a basket case. She would not change her mind and you didn’t want to waste your time trying to make her think otherwise. If up to that moment she hadn’t seen Chloé’s fakes, it was very unlikely that she would see them because you were pointing them out “You know what? This whole wedding can go to hell for as long as I care. I’m out,” you said before turning around to walk towards the door.

“You cannot leave” Your mother warned you

“I can and I will,” you answered “Watch me”

“What happened sis, can’t you handle the pressure?” Your sister spoke behind your back.

You turned to see her. Anger was bubbling up inside of you “Me? You spent your entire wedding week wanting to make me suffer because you think I’m still in love with him.” You looked her up and down “You pity me more than anything else”

“If you’re not in love with him, then why the fuss, sis?” You hated the way Chloé called you ‘sis’ in a teasing way. She was not enough to be an idiot?

“I can not credit the hypocrisy of this family, that’s why” You answered.

“Girls, calm down,” your mother interrupted, but neither of you paid any attention. Emotions were high.

“I’ve had enough of you” Not just for the wedding but in every way. You didn’t know if you wanted to continue putting up with your family after that day “Of all of you,” you added, looking briefly at your mother “I’m out”

“Let her go, mom, she can’t bear to see him marry me,” Chloé said with a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. You remembered Chloé was allowed to call them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ but you had always had to use ‘mother’ and ‘father’.

“I can’t bear that you think that having slept with him when he was still with me is fine and that she,” You pointed at your mother with a nod of your head “Don’t let you know how messed up that is”

“As mom told you, we couldn’t help it. Love is love, yes” If someone else repeated that phrase, it would end badly. Why would someone believe that this was love? Because even your sister didn’t seem to believe it. At that point, you weren’t even sure about the romance story she had told you the other day on the yacht.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes “I’m not jealous of you, I already told you, I feel sorry for you, you’re a poor soul who spent the week of her wedding paying attention to her sister instead of being happy to be about to marry the supposed love of her life” You didn’t want to be cruel you had already told Chloé earlier that you thought she was beautiful and could get any man she wanted and instead she was stuck with Ben just on a whim.

“How dare you, loser” She pushed you by the shoulders and you staggered

You stepped back and glared at her “Don’t touch me”

“I’ll do what I want,” Chloé answered before pushing you again, this time a little harder, which made you wobble again and lose your balance, stepping on your dress. You weren’t as steady in those heels as you would like. You heard a cloth rip and your butt hit the ground. The hairdresser made a gesture to approach you but you raised your hand so that he wouldn’t come closer and you got up alone.

You had had enough. If Chloé wanted to play, then they were going to play. You hated having to pay her back in kind, but if your sister had gotten into that mess, then she had to know the whole truth.

“You know? I’ve always hated that ring” You told him standing up, and you brushed off your dress. You noticed it was torn from the fall. “Ben gave me the same one when he proposed” You added and saw how Chloé’s expression faltered. “He told you the story about how his grandmother had that ring until his grandfather died because she never stopped loving him, didn’t he?” You did not know if Ben had used the same story with her, but now Chloé had stopped smiling and looked somewhere between horrified and confused.

“How-“ Your sister began. There it was. He had told her the same story, which, to top it off, was a lie.

“And he told you he bought it, especially for you, right?” You ventured “He told me that too”

“Liar”

You rolled your eyes “He did, he beg me not to leave him after I told him we were done, and then he asked me to marry him so I wouldn’t leave” After breaking up with him, Ben had opened a drawer and pulled out the ring to ask you married couple talking nonstop about why you two supposedly belonged together “He even told me his grandmother’s story to change my mind” One thing he knew was that you had a sensitive side he had probably wanted to appeal to with that story “Funny thing is that a week after he proposed to me that same ring was in Cartier” You had entered Cartier to buy a Christmas present for your mother and it turns out that the same ring that Ben had was on the counter of the store “It wasn’t as old as I thought then” The clerk had told you that the ring was from the new collection so there was no way it could be as old as Ben told you it was. Dude didn’t even bother to fake it. 

Chloé stared at you. Not even a fly flew in the room “I don’t believe you,” she finally replied after a few seconds.

“Believe what you want is up to you,” you told her before turning around to leave the room. The truth was out. For you, Chloé was so desperate that she had taken your trash and recycled it. The only explanation was that Chloé was in love with Ben because otherwise, you didn’t understand why she was with him when she could have any man she wanted.

Your blood boiled. You had tried by all means not to explode, but you had had enough with your mother’s audacity. You couldn’t believe that she couldn’t even see how messed up I had been by what Chloé had done to you, not that you wanted Ben for yourself. It was that you couldn’t believe that no one would hold your sister accountable for the shitty move she had done on you.

You entered the room and slammed the door behind you. You could feel yourself trembling with fury. Esteban wasn’t there, but you could hear the shower running. You sat on the bed and examined the damage to the dress. The fabric of the skirt had ripped, and the damage was very clear. There was no way to hide it, it could be arranged, but there was a long time before the wedding. Maybe that was a sign that you guys really should go. It bothered you a little after putting up with it all week, but that was it.

Esteban’s voice interrupted your thoughts “Are you ok?” He asked you and you turned to see him. Bad idea. Especially since he was in a towel and fresh out of the shower. An image you didn’t need, especially after you didn’t know where you guys were standing after last night’s kiss. Maybe you were making a big deal on nothing.

“We should leave,” you replied, looking to your dress “This whole thing was a terrible idea from the beginning”

“What happened to the dress? Did you have a fit of rage or something?” He asked, and you heard his footsteps approaching you.

“Something like that” In theory, if you had had a fit of rage that had triggered the fight with your sister, but the dress had been Chloé’s fault. “I fought with Chloé”

“Tell me something new,” He replied, and you rolled your eyes “I’m going to get dressed now, don’t look”

“I didn’t mean to either.” You rolled your eyes and began to examine the fabric of the dress up close. It was nothing that could not be arranged if it were not because the wedding was hours away.

“Were you saying?” He told you and you heard the noise of clothes moving next to him. Maybe staying there while he did that wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had.

“I fought with Chloé. She pushed me and ripped her dress”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes” You nodded “But I think we should go”

“Hey if you wanna leave, I’m 100% on your side but-“

“But I made it this far and survived the entire week for nothing.” You finished it for him.

“Exactly,” He agreed as you listened as he zipped up his pants. Yes, staying there had not been a good idea because now your mind did not stop flying to places not so holy “But I understand if you want to leave,” He added.

“My mother just defended Chloé. She talks as if she hadn’t been under my nose with Ben all that time.” You sighed.

“Is that new? You already knew that your mother supports your sister” Esteban appeared in your range of vision and you turned to see him, he already had his suit pants on and was buttoning his shirt. ‘Keep your thoughts in line’, especially since a week ago your thoughts wouldn’t have strayed like this. Although a week ago, you would never have been in that situation with him.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think expectations were that low,” you added, throwing your head back. That whole week was a complete mess.

“We can go,” Esteban suggested “Or you can have fun at a wedding paid for by other people”

“I’m so done with all of them I swear” You ran your hands over your face before patting your legs and jumping out of bed “I’m going to have to change this dress”

“That’s my girl” He gave you a wink and you let out a slightly nervous laugh. Why did that statement suddenly seem so personal between you? “You came just in time,” He added “I’m going to need help with the tie knot”

“Of course, you will.” Before heading to the closet, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to wear the same dress you had worn to the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but at least it would not be the dress that made you look like a peach. You had your hair done and your makeup half done thanks to the scene you had done before you left your sister’s suite, so when you were both ready you tied Esteban’s tie.

“You should learn how to do it, it’s not that hard,” you teased, finishing the knot and taking your clutch to leave the room.

“What would I do without you?” He asked, closing the door behind you.

“Nothing,” you replied, smiling at him, although something felt strange. It was like you were tickled because he admitted you were important in his life with something so small as helping him with his tie knot. 

The wedding was going to take place outdoors. The hotel garden had like a cliff with a beautiful view of the beach, so it was a beautiful place to carry out the ceremony and the weather was good, so the reception was also going to be outside. Since you no longer had the bridesmaid dress, you were going to sit next to your parents in the front row instead.

“Your sister is mad,” Your father told you as soon as you sat down next to him. ‘Hello to you too, dad’ he hadn’t even bothered to say hello before he started demanding things from you.

“When isn’t she?” You responded by rolling your eyes, and Esteban reached out to place his hand on yours. You were getting used to the way he subtly supported you.

“I don’t know what happened but fix it” Your father put his lips in a thin line letting you know he wasn’t happy “Your mother is giving me a headache”

“So it’s about you and not Chloé and her wedding day, right?” The issue was how much your mother was bothering him and not about your sister’s happiness on her wedding day. Your family worked in strange ways.

Your father gave you a warning look “Fix it,” He murmured to you before picking up the phone to take a call.

You massaged your temples. You guys should have left when you had the chance. Make some silly excuse and get out of there. Your family would never change and all that was a headache. You felt Esteban’s hand slide down your back to caress your shoulders.

“I’m so doing,” you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Couple more hours and then it’s all over,” He replied, stroking your hair gently. You found his caresses soothing.

“Keep it up and I’m going to fall in love with you,” you murmured.

“That wouldn’t be so bad after all,” He answered without even flinching. You didn’t want to look up to see him. Why did he have to say those things? You didn’t want to admit how you were reacting to his gestures, and you didn’t want to admit that when he said things like that, your heart seemed to fly.

The ceremony had been short, but it had been delayed because your sister wanted it to be right at sunset for the magazine photos. You two had been hand in hand throughout the ceremony until all the guests stood up to applaud the bride and groom.

Esteban’s breath tickled the back of your neck “Look at him, he seems constipated every time he kisses her” He whispered in your ear which made you let out a small laugh that earned you a disapproving look from your mother.

At least you had fun guaranteed with him. It was one thing that you had always had. You could laugh at the silliest things all the time. Your group of friends was relatively small. You two were friends from high school and then maybe a couple more friends who had joined, but your friendship went way back.

You had to admit that all the wedding decorations were incredibly beautiful. The wedding planner had strutted her stuff and your sister had always had an elegant taste, which made it feel like walking into your grandma’s house and afraid you’d break one of her expensive vases.

At least it was time you wanted to thank your sister for not having put you at the head table with your parents and Ben because that would have been uncomfortable. You had ended up at the table with a couple of Ben’s cousins ​​that you knew and luckily liked. Philipp was also at the same table, which was fun for sure. He didn’t have a date, so he had flirt mode on.

“Look at him, he’s going to scare them,” Esteban scoffed as you watched Phillip flirt with Sandy.

“He isn’t leaving by himself today.”

“He isn’t” He agreed and you both let out a laugh. Both were sitting after finishing dinner and the speeches of the bride and groom, the best man, and Tiffany. You had your back against him and Esteban had his arms around you, hugging you from behind.

“Let’s dance,” He suggested, standing up and holding out his hand.

You nodded “Let’s do it”

You were prepared to suffer a couple of stomps from Esteban, but you were surprised when he was more than able to keep up with the music. Having hit the growth spurt very early, when he was a teenager, he used to have coordination problems and you remembered your stomping feet at the prom.

“Ok, you took dance classes, don’t lie.” You raised your brows.

“I did,” He nodded as they swayed to the rhythm of the music “Mainly so I don’t have to make a fool of myself at gala dinners”

“I see, now you can coordinate the legs”

“I started taking salsa classes so I could coordinate the top with the bottom.” He rolled his eyes.

You giggled as you imagined Esteban in the shirt and fringes worn by salsa dancers “Salsa? Oh, my god.”

“I swear it was very useful”

“Yeah, I bet he was.” Now he had some pretty good dancing skills. You had taken classes when you were young, one of the few things you didn’t regret that your mother had forced you to go.

Esteban opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again when they called to toss the bouquet. He simply kissed you on the forehead before turning away to walk back to the table. You reached out and took his arm.

“Wait,” you said before adjusting the knot of his tie.

“Thanks” He gave you a nod in response before returning to his seat. You stayed looking at it. Why the lonely look? Was something going on that you didn’t know about?

You had never kissed each other and yet now it was almost normal for Esteban to kiss your forehead, intertwine his fingers with yours when holding your hand or give you those looks that couples give each other over two friends. Looks like a couple would give each other. After all, you were technically a couple, weren’t you? At least they were until the wedding was over. After that, you could organize your mind and get back to normal before that week started. Before that week, you would never have thought of having stolen glances or forehead kisses as intimacy with him.

You weren’t even paying full attention to your sister; the bridesmaids were clustered almost to the front, and you paid attention when one elbowed you and sent you reeling. There was no need to go wild over a bouquet. However, the look Chloé gave you when she turned around and she saw you were the one who had taken the bouquet made you think that perhaps it would have been better if you had not directly taken part in the activity. You weren’t planning on getting married soon, but you couldn’t say anything but smile when the guests started making jokes about your marriage to Esteban coming soon. You sat next to him, stretching your legs to rest a bit.

“I’m sorry about that” You made a face. He must not have felt very comfortable having the whole world poking at him about when the two of you were getting married.

“It’s okay” He shrugged and gave you a reassuring smile.

“We are not even together and they are already planning our fake wedding” You let out a nervous laugh. Still, the idea didn’t sound as alarming to you as it should. It was almost as if the idea was natural.

“We should be,” He replied, and you stared at him. Just said...? What was happening? Did you misunderstand or had I just suggested that you...?

“What?” you gasped. Maybe you had misunderstood, and he was playing with you.

“I love you, (Y/N)” He replied without taking his eyes off you. He wasn’t faking it. Esteban was not acting. He felt that way about you and you hadn’t caught the signs.

“That’s-" You swallowed hard. You closed your eyes briefly, you could feel your heart beating so hard that it was going to come out of your chest “That’s a strong statement”

“But it’s true”

You shook your head “We shouldn’t be doing this” Especially to preserve the friendship you had for so many years.

“I love you,” He repeated “I’ve loved you for a long time”

“No, you don’t” Was it easy to confuse love with friendship? You didn’t want to believe that he had loved you for so long and that you hadn’t realized it. You couldn’t understand if you were too distracted, or he had been very good at hiding it.

“I do, I’ve loved you for a long time”

You stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. Esteban looked like he was talking dead serious and he wasn’t kidding at all. The party around you had faded. Now you could only think that your friendship would never be the same.

“Wait, is that why you say yes to this whole thing?” The only reason he had agreed to spend that week with you in Mexico was because Esteban expected something else to happen between you? You wanted to think better of him, but at that moment, everything was spinning.

“I said yes cause you are my friend first”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, frowning.

“I was hoping I could push my feelings deep enough to get through this week.” Oh, God. Things were getting more intense by the second.

“Because right now?” If I had loved you for so long, then I could have told you sooner.

“Before you were with Ben and then when you broke up with him I didn’t want to be your second course”

“And what about our friendship?”

“I don’t know” “but it's worth being brave if everything works out in the end”

“Is that why you told my mom we were dating?”

He shook his head. “I thought maybe you could use a hand.”

“Then I saw it as an opportunity for you to see me as something more” So he wasn’t faking any of that. The kisses, the gestures, the looks. He wasn’t just helping you, he was “Did it work?”

“It did” Did you feel something for him? Yes. Were you in love? You couldn’t tell. It was too soon to know what you felt for him. If it was part of your abandonment problems and always looking for the love that you never had with your family. That had been the reason you had broken up with Ben. When you were younger, you were so desperate for someone to love you, that you had broken up with the first boy who had promised you to love and given you a little cuddle.

“I don’t expect you to stop seeing me as your friend overnight, especially with me having hidden this for so long,” He clarified “But at least I want us to give each other a chance”

You gave him a lopsided smile and leaned into him. “I have a question though,” you murmured.

“You will say”

“What happens after tonight?” And if it didn’t work? What if you were not what he had idealized in his head? And if later he decided that in the end, he didn’t love you? What was going to happen to your friendship?

Esteban smiled at you slightly “We will see, for today we have tonight”

You smiled back at him before nodding “I like that.”

He joined his lips with yours and then you felt it. That feeling of accomplishment where you realized you were probably already more into him than you thought. It was a connection you couldn’t explain. At that moment, you knew nothing was ever going to be the same again. The way only Esteban’s confession had changed things. You smiled between the kiss. You also weren’t sure you wanted to go back to what you were before that.

“May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes in response to his formality before taking his hand, both of you moving towards the dance floor. There was a song too slow to dance to, so you just leaned your head against his shoulder and swayed to the beat of the music.

“I’m afraid I’m not the image you’ve made of me in your head,” you murmured after a couple of minutes.

He let out a laugh. “We’ve been friends long enough that I don’t have to picture myself in my head. I know exactly who you are.”

“Perhaps you idolized me and ended up disappointing yourself.” You bit your lower lip suddenly, not so sure that you were okay with trying.

“How can you even know what’s going through my head?” You looked up to see him and you saw that he had raised brows “Stop overthinking everything” He added with a soft look “Stop with the ‘what if’” He knew perfectly well that you needed to have everything clear and organized, you didn’t get along very well with the vertigo that improvisation generated in you.

“Sorry I just-“ It gave you a bit of vertigo, not knowing what could happen to everything you had been until now or rather everything you thought you were because Esteban had bottled up his feelings for a long time, and not I wanted to be just your friend “I don’t want to lose our friendship in case-“

He placed a finger on your lips and you stopped talking “Don’t jinx it” Esteban murmured before leaning down to kiss your forehead “We’re going to be fine”

You drank. You laughed. You had fun. After you decided that you had had enough, you called the night early. You had such a good time with the one that you hadn’t even paid attention to the rest. It was as if both of them had gone out partying alone. Sometimes your soulmate didn’t have to be your lover or your crush, sometimes it was your best friend.

The kisses, the caresses, the soft touches felt more exciting than ever. The sensations that you had had the previous days when he touched you or kissed you had multiplied by a thousand.

“You can sleep under the sheets today if you want to,” you told him when they both got off the elevator.

“Let’s just leave it like that,” Esteban let out a laugh “I don’t want to fall into any temptation”

“So what if I want you to do it?” You asked, and that made him stand in his place.

“I’d tell you’ve had too much to drink”

“You know I’m not even drunk” Although maybe you should be to have that conversation with the “I’m serious Este”

“We should take it slow,” He pointed out.

“I don’t want that,” you replied, pouting slightly with your lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Esteban complained with a groan.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous” It was dangerous to add sex to that cocktail of emotions that you guys were having. He was right, but you weren’t thinking rationally.

“You said we only had tonight,” You said turning to him and walking back “Let’s have tonight then” you lowered the strap of your dress slightly before winking at him. You saw a playful twinkle play in his eyes before he advanced on you.

You turned around and started running down the hall toward your room. He caught up with you halfway and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you towards him. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you the remaining few feet to your door. You put your feet on the ground and pulled him towards you to kiss him. He lifted you back into the air and you didn’t know how he opened the door to push both of you into your room.

When Esteban separated from you to breathe, you saw he opened his mouth as if to say something and you interrupted him. “Shut up” You answered “Don’t jinx it” you added and they both let out a laugh before kissing again.

Did it feel like this to be with your best friend? So natural and so exciting at the same time. It was as if a train of emotions was going through you at that moment. You pulled him towards you by his tie and ran your hands over his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. He slid his hands down your back to unbutton your dress and, with a movement of your shoulders, you let it fall to the floor, leaving only your panties. You laughed between kisses, trying to breathe between them. You yanked his tie off and some buttons on his shirt popped off. He took you by the ass and lifted you to place you against the door. Your heart was beating at full speed. Esteban loved you. For the first time, the thought just made you smile and didn’t scare you. Your hands slid to unbutton his pants as he nibbled on your ear and his fingers slid inside your panties to play gently with your clit. You didn’t want foreplay and judging by the way he quickly got rid of your panties, neither did he.

When he spread your legs and held you against the doors before brushing the tip of his cock with your opening. The air in the room hit your pussy, feeling how your moisture wet the tip of his cock.

“What are you waiting for?” you gasped.

“I don’t know. I think I’m having fun like this,” Esteban replied, leaning over you to nibble your neck. Bastard. He was enjoying playing with you like that.

You let out an answering grunt that made him laugh before slowly penetrating you, almost making you despair at the pace he was having until he went all the way inside you and pulled out his cock, only to go deep again in just one move

“Fuck yes,” He moaned, and you responded with another moan, throwing your head back and hitting it with the door. You could feel how he would have passed inside you easily thanks to your moisture. They hadn’t even needed previous games.

After a couple of thrusts, he spread your legs wide open, holding you in that position and increasing the pace, making your walls stretch, feeling how deep he was going in that position. You didn’t know you loved him so much, but now it wasn’t a matter of wanting anymore. You needed him so badly.

You could feel how he controlled his onslaught to come with you, so when he noticed you were close to cumming, he increased the pace, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise. He had a couple of moves up his sleeve that you hadn’t seen coming because of how tired you were. You felt your walls contract around him as a prelude to your orgasm, which made him come, and you followed him a few seconds later.

You both stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath. Esteban had his head resting on your shoulder when you spoke again.

“I don’t think I can come back to normal after this,” you gasped

“I don’t wanna come back to normal,” He replied

“Neither do I”

“Let’s make a new normal then,” He said, and you thought it was the best suggestion you had ever heard. You were going to figure it out.

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[heecyon]

how enhypen hyung line takes care of their s/o after surgery!

genre(s): established relationship, fluff, tiny angst, whump, hurt-comfort.

pairing(s): enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

warning(s): hospital settings, mentions of surgery, different surgical procedures in each reaction, medical complications (in jay and sunghoon's), mentions of hospital equipment, a bunch of medical terms that I know bc I want to study in the medical field (it's just dentistry lol but ok), lower case intended and mentions of cutesy nicknames.

not-so-important warning(s): sunghoon and jay's reactions are long, gramatic errors (I wrote this on my mom's phone, bc mine is dead and i'm not getting a new one maybe till next week :'(

WE NEED MORE ENHYPEN WHUMP IMAGINES AND REACTIONS!!!!!!

lee heeseung;

he was completely nervous through it all, he tried to keep himself composed but, it was inevitable. heeseung was a nervous-wreck.

but it all went away when you came out of surgery, completely loopy and out of it. he had to settle himself down, because he couldn't laugh in front of you.

“my stomach feels funny, am i hungry?” you asked with your eyes heavy.

heeseung held in a laugh, before sitting on the chair beside your bed.

“no, you're not hungry. you just got surgery, love. you had a cist removed from your ovaries.” he caressed your right arm, seeing how your eyes suddenly closed, but you then licked your lips.

“so... my ovaries are hungry? can't we give them something to eat?”

this time heeseung exploded in laughter at your questions. that was going to be a long night.

park jongseong;

you both knew that brain surgery was going to be risky and complicated, especially painful for the next few weeks.

the thing was that you were both ready for it, jay waited a long time in the waiting room, but he also waited a long time for you to wake up. after your surgery you acquired a post-surgical meningitis, so it took longer for you to recover.

and now, there you were, laying in your bed, semi-sitted, connected to a bunch of supplemental oxygen and IVs. at least you had jay trying on beanies for you to make your day less painful.

“look we have this beanie, which is cool, it'll make you look badass.” he tried a black beanie, a cute smirk on his lips.

you pouted a little, waiting for him to show you the next option.

“we have this one, which is green, it's pretty-” “its really cute.” you weakly stated, your voice tiny and shaky.

jay fully smiled, and then nodded.

“you think it's cute? you want to try it on?” you nodded, trying to grab it, but your hands were trembling, so jay carefully putted the beanie on your head, being careful with your bandage.

“see? you look pretty, like always. really beautiful,” jay lovingly caressed your cheek.

“but i win this cute competition.” he soon placed a hat with a duck face on it, suddenly making you laugh.

jay was the best boyfriend ever.

shim jaeyun;

today, jake had taken you out for a walk... well not a walk, more like a ride, a stroll down the hall.

you had a lobectomy, because you had a collapsed lung and it seemed like there wasn't any other option.

because it was your fourth day in the hospital, jake decide to take you out for a stroll down the hospital. as if he was your personal tour guide.

he tried to make things better for you, so he gave you a well deserved ride.

“and i think this is the neonatal unit. look at how cute they are, love!” jake cooed at the sight of the newborns behind the glass.

“you think we can go in?” you asked trying to adjust your IV.

jake looked down on you, a smile plastered on his cute face. he tried to be apologetic, and tried to explain you as calm as posible that you both couldn't go in, obviously.

“but jakey, i want to see the babies from up-close.” you scoffed defeated.

“what we can do is that... we can have a baby of our own. that way we can see them from up-close.” jake flirty smirked, his eyebrows rising up.

“oh! shut up, it's not a good time for you to be flirty!”

park sunghoon;

you suffered from a heart defect that required surgery, a very long surgery to repair your heart valves.

sunghoon pretended that everything was completely fine, that he was calm, but like heeseung, he was freaking out.

without you knowing, he had researched everything that would happen during your surgery and every care that you would need for your recovery.

he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible during your stay, so he carried in a bag some plushies and your favorite fluffy blanket.

sunghoon was at the border of tears when they told him that you had some complications, including massive blood loss, but he still tried his best not to show it.

“there you go, baby. are you comfy?” he then placed your blanket on top of your body, being careful with the breathing tube, and the rest of your equipment.

even though you were still sedated, he still talked to you as if you were awake, as if you would respond on any second.

his eyes trailed through every single new detail on your body, the breathing tube, chest tubes, the IV meds, and most importantly... that big badge at the center of your chest.

you looked so fragile, and sunghoon just wanted to protect you and take care of you.

twelve long hours passed, and even though the machine breathing for you was gone and you were only left with supplemental oxygen, your eyes hadn't opened yet. and that was stressing your boyfriend out.

“wake up, dummy. you've been asleep for too long.” he caressed your hair in a way that would calm him down.

but when your eyes fluttered open, all of those worries went away.

“hey, sleepyhead.” his hand then trailed down your pale cheeks. actually, your entire face was pale.

“you feeling okay?” he asked.

“yeah... but i feel a bit cold.” sunghoon nodded, quickly pulling your blanket further up.

His smile was everything for you, it showed how much he loves you, and how much care he had for you.

#enhypenwriters #enhypennetwork #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots #enhypen #enhypen au #jay enhypen #sunghoon enhypen #jake enhypen #enhypen ot7 #jungwon enhypen #heeseung enhypen #sunoo enhypen #niki enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst

[theladyofdeath]

Rowaelin, with a new little one? Aelin is tired so Rowan takes care of baby while Aelin rests. :)

A/N: Rowan as a father makes my ovaries explode. T/W: none Trope(s): fatherhood, fluff. Click for more Rowaelin!

Rowan got home from work to a crying newborn and a stressed out Aelin. Being only three weeks old, their son was starting to get used to his daily schedule but every now and then he had a day where he just wasn't feeling it. It was hard being an infant.

Rounding the corner to the living room, Rowan called out, "Ace?"

"Kitchen!" she yelled, above the bone-chilling cries of the baby in her arms.

After kicking off his shoes, Rowan went into the kitchen and frowned at his wife. She looked like she hadn't had a second of peace since he left at six-thirty that morning to go to the office. Her hair was an absolute mess, she had dark circles beneath her eyes, and there was a full plate of food on the counter with only a bite taken out of it. Rowan was certain it was cold and most likely from lunch.

She looked at him, relieved but exasperated. "I don't know what's wrong with him," she said, swaying as she bounced him. "He's been fed, changed, burped..." she shrugged. “He's been like this for an hour now." Rowan held his hands out to take him but she shook her head. "You just got home from work. Get something to eat, relax--"

"I promise that you worked harder than I did today," he assured her and took their son from her arms and into his own. "Go upstairs. Take some food. Close the door. Sleep....or read or watch a movie or something. Just go take some time for yourself. We'll be fine."

Her eyes softened and she lifted herself up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you." He smiled. "Go."

She didn't have to be told again. She went up the stairs, calling to come and get her if he got hungry.

"Alright, Dec," Rowan murmured, shifting positions until Declan was lying against his father's chest. "Mama needs to rest and she won't be able to fully do that until you tell daddy what's wrong and let me fix it."

He was met with a wail that nearly shook the walls.

With a sigh, Rowan began trying a long list of things. First, they went outside and got a little bit of fresh air. It worked for about five minutes, but once the distraction was over Declan was screaming his little head off. Then, Rowan decided he might like a walk so he strapped him in his stroller and took him for a tour around the block. When that didn't work, they were back inside and Rowan laid him on the floor, attempting to display every toy that they had in the living room, but Declan wasn't interested in any of them.

After another diaper change and a nice warm bath, Rowan was walking through the house, bouncing the newborn in his arms. "Alright, buddy. Maybe we should just fall asleep and call it a day?"

Declan said no in the only way he knew how: crying.

“Thought not,” Rowan muttered and sat back on the couch, defeated. He sat Declan on his lap, facing him, cradling his head as he asked, “What’s going on, buddy? Rough day, huh?”

As the crying continued, Rowan knew it was about the time that he should eat again but he hated to wake up Aelin. She was exhausted. She needed rest.

Instead, he went into the kitchen and opened the freezer to grab one of the bags of breast milk that Aelin had been hoarding. After letting it thaw in a bowl of hot water, he poured it into a bottle and put the nipple to Declan’s little mouth, expecting the newborn to reject it.

But he didn’t.

He drank it down like he had never eaten before in his life. Rowan watched, wondering if this was normal.

After googling it, it was.

Apparently he was already going through growing pains, which seemed ridiculous to Rowan considering he was only a few weeks old. He would be cranky too if he was a tiny human with growing bones and muscles and the gods knew what else.

As he downed his bottle, Declan’s dark green eyes disappeared behind heavy eyelids. It seemed all of his crying and frustration had finally tired him out.

It had tired Rowan out, too. He had no idea how Aelin did it. Had no idea how she birthed a human. Had no idea how she stayed home with him every day and kept a positive attitude, even on days like today. She was superhuman, an absolute queen. He had always loved Aelin, but when she became a mother to his son, he was in complete awe of her.

When Declan was asleep and Rowan cleaned out the bottle, he brought Declan upstairs and into the master bedroom. Aelin was sound asleep under a heap of blankets, snoring quietly, as they approached. Rowan laid Declan down in the middle of the bed and Rowan, still in his work clothes, laid down beside him.

When the bed shifted, Aelin’s eyes slowly opened and she smiled softly. “Finally asleep.”

Rowan nodded as he reached across Declan and took Aelin’s hand. “I love you.”

A light sparked in her eyes as they softened. She brushed her thumb across his hand as she said, “I love you, too.”

Rowan was about to tell her to go back to sleep but he didn’t get the chance as her eyes closed and her breathing evened out.

He didn’t go to sleep, though. Rowan laid there in perfect peace as the house was quiet and the sun began to set outside of their bedroom window.

#aelin x rowan #rowaelin #SJM #fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction #fanfiction #tog #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #aelin galathynius #oneshot #drabbles #drabble #tara answers prompts

[flwrs4aust]

Good morning.

I am calling you all here today to discuss a pressing matter within the community. This man and his sexiness needs to stop. His name is Austin Butler. He is making people horny to a dangerous degree, people are dying, ovaries are exploding. It is time to bring this issue to an end.

If you see this man on the street or have any tips on his possible whereabouts, please contact the police immediately. He is armed (with sexiness) and dangerous. Be cautious when approaching a man this fucking hot.

$1,000,000 reward for finding him, dead or alive.

My sincerest thanks,

Mila

#I HAD TO DO THIS #PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1 #HE IS TOO HOT WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING

[what-if-nct]

hi i exist and i had a dream about me having eggs with jj0ng. it’s safe to say that i’m finally undepressed and i’m writing a story on ao3.

which leads me to my question, how do you stop yourself from procrastinating? idk if you know, but i wanted to ask in case if you did. i do like your posts as always even though i’m shy to make any tumblr posts as of this time. i had just introduced myself to live journal and i’m using it just to make fake old posts of me thirsting over shinee, tvxq and snsd because i miss that era of being a kpop fan and i wish i lived through it myself. every time someone screams “my ovaries” would make my heart cry. i miss teenagers being… well… teenagers. it’s sad that we might not see golden content like these anymore, but at least i have a space to act like i did because i’m delulu and need to be stopped.

Hii! Wholesome dreams are definitely a true antidepressant. Oh I procrastinate all the time. I even procrastinate eating and putting up my groceries. Like I don't buy milk, eggs or real meat. It's fine but there's still hummus, cheese and tofu so after i remember that i do it. But something I do that does help me especially with posts is I give myself a deadline like you have this post half written in your drafts try to get it finished by the end of the week and give yourself an incentive. Like if I clean my closet by the end of today I can buy my whole shopping cart on whatever site I want. I think cause that's how it was when I was a kid. After school or summer camp especially if we were fussy in the morning our grandma would have some kind of treat or toy for us when we got back so we knew if we go to school that means we'll get a hula hoop or ice cream or cookie when we got back. So I think you should try rewarding yourself for when you finally do something you've been meaning to do. I hope that is helpful for you. Also don't feel guilty if you don't do something you can always change your idea if the current one isn't inspiring you I do that all the time and it always works out better than your original idea. I was a kpop fan around that time. I totally remember the my ovaries or my ovaries exploded thing. I see some current version of that and it's like "I am ovulating right now I can't handle this" but I think its usually like people a little older at least I just follow people around my age.. I've definitely said it But I think just creating that atmosphere for yourself is great. I have noticed that a lot of younger fans are extremely puritanical I've never seen anything like it. I was like 15 when I became a kpop fan so it was different and even fans of elvis and the Beatles were similar in the 50s and 60s. Like not even jokes about idols smoking are even allowed. Like honey that's a grown man. It's okay he smokes and it's okay when especially adults find him sexy when he's behaving in a sexy manner that's the idea. It's only a problem when that's all you see them for and all they are to you is a sex symbol thats the only time it's a problem. It's fine if you don't want to do that I especially think so if it's a 30 year old man probably dont do that. But don't shame those who do it when it's called for. I think it's just the vicious attacks I have a problem with. I will never forgive Armys for what they did to cupcakke, she's the same age as Jungkook for goodness sake.

[b4nka1]

model!kakashi x photographer!reader

there was only one term to describe him. non human. but not in a negative way, he was so pretty, that he had almost every person around him swooning over him, and eventually he became a supermodel for givenchy, sponsoring the brand and all that.

a/n: this one's for @mochikage <3 thanks for giving me this idea that made me smile like a lovesick cat looking at her cat crush

were nervous. you were really nervous. you were assigned for the photography of the cover upcoming volume of the vogue magazine, and the model was none other than the givenchy supermodel hatake kakashi.

of course you had to be nervous. working with a celebrity who has over 50 million followers on instagram and more than a hundred million people swooning over him, you were terribly nervous.

you inhaled, taking in a deep breathe and let it out just when you heard the doors of the studio open, and he walked in. you swore you heard your ovaries explode. the beauty, the drip, the sexiness. it was your first time seeing him.

hatake kakashi stood at the door, black sweatpants hung around his waist, a red hoodie adorning his upper body, his black mask lowered to his chin as he took a sip of his coffee. he hood was pulled up, fluffy white hair peeking out from the edges.

and yes, you felt it for the second time, your ovaries exploding. your stomach churned, he looked around the room and smiled at everyone, giving them a small bow and muttering hellos to everyone, and you felt the time slow down as his beautiful heterochromatic eyes staring into your pretty brown orbs.

you bowed down to him, a shy smile plastered onto your face. luckily your mask concealed the blush creeping up your cheeks.

as the stylists began styling the model, you got your camera lenses ready, checking them to make sure everything is okay. the lenses seemed to be working perfectly, so you waited for kakashi to be done with styling.

when he was done, he came up to you and said, "my name is hatake kakashi, and i look forward to work with you today!" and he bowed, moving to his assigned position.

he was wearing a green pea coat, a purple turtleneck underneath and black slacks, a few chains adorning his neck. he looked absolutely pretty, and you couldn't help but blush when he caught you staring at him.

his white hair was styled messily, and the scar on his left eye was highlighted. he posed and you clicked his pictures, telling him to fix his posture every once or so. you had to take a shot where he had to get really close to the camera, his red eye staring directly into the lens.

you held the camera steady, taking the shots effortlessly, now that you were a pro in photography. the session was over in about 4 hours, he kept on changing his outfits multiple times. he posed with many random items you could find at a photography studio. you showed him the pics you took, your hands trembling because of how close he was standing next to you. his warm breathe was fanning your ear, and you were loving every microsecond of it.

once he was happy and satisfied, he ruffled your hair a little and went to the changing rooms.

you felt your heart stop, your knees almost giving in and your cheeks getting even hotter when he did that. you screamed internally, packing up your camera with a huge grin under your mask. you packed all the rest of your stuff and were about to leave, when you felt a piece of paper being thrust into your hands.

kakashi walked past, looking in your direction and gave you a wink. you shoved the paper i to your pocket and drove back home. once you entered in and gave your dog scratches behind his ears, you took the note out and read it, a contact number attached to it with a note that read

for when i need to have 'photoshoots' with you ;)

-h. kakashi

#naruto #kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n

[heartfucksmouth]

I've barely been in my body today bc of the amount of pain I'm in. I said to myles "it's crazy how last week I was happy and motivated and active and productive and now that's all gone and I'm a miserable groaning zombie"

had an eye appointment, got my eyes numbed and dilated and measured and "photographed" (idk what the imaging is called but it's a fancy machine and I like it) and the doctor who lasered my retinal tear 3 years ago examined my eyeballs a bunch and firmly ruled out that any flashes of light I'm seeing are from my eyes themselves.

I got a clean bill of eyeball health, they look great and my surgical area still looks awesome, which I was all very happy to hear! that rules some stuff out and I can focus on my symptoms being neurological in nature. my migraines/auras/symptoms have been getting more difficult to stay classified in neat little boxes and I'd rather rule out everything I can, when I can.

my right ovary is currently trying to explode out of my body again and my whole right hip wants to tear out of the socket, so I'm having a lovely time. I already took a 2 hour nap in between watching poor Eloise - who has kennel cough and is on meds including prednisone which is making her even more of a reactive freak.

yesterday she took over resource guarding my shoes and I had to walk back home barefoot and return with sneakers lol. the poor thing is so disoriented and looks at me like she doesn't even know me, I'm so sad bc I raised her from a tiny baby and I used to get cuddles all the time! now I have to ask her if I can have "touchies" before I pet her waaahhhh. but - I understand - being constantly sick for 9 months of your life, always at the vet being poked at and things getting taken away and medicine making you feel yuckier than you already do etc etc etc,

Good God, Eloise (said in a wee old Irish person accent), I understand your plight. Poor girl is gonna be a year old next month and she hasn't even gone two full weeks without being sick between food allergies, bouts of giardia, eating things she shouldn't off the ground including a plastic bag basically the size of her, and now two servings of kennel cough. unbelievable. I'd be conflict-aggressive too.

oh and I flipped out on a nurse at my doctors office over the phone because they're fucking clueless, they've been fucking with my health for long enough and it's too complicated to even get into. Myles said he never wants to make me angry.

#personal

[amberjazmyn]

carry on - chapter six

long chapter coming ahead! now we really start to get to know about valencia walker and alexander together a little bit but we also get to see them film a scene in supernatural together! and we also see that valencia is about to be a cover model and have an interview with vogue which is exciting!

waking up bright and early, valenca knew it was going to be a crazy day but it didn't seem to deter any exhaustion or negative thoughts. it was a filming day for supernatural but not just any old filming day for supernatural. it was the filming day of elodie winchester's return and explanation as to where she's been all this time. and, let's just that the entire cast and crew were excited for today because finally, elodie, who was the family's matriarch for so long since mary left, was now back. even though valencia has technically been involved with supernatural from the very start, sometimes elodie winchester was just mentioned and not even shown. however, valencia was overly excited to finally be back as elodie for it was something she had been missing. as though there was a gaping hole of the puzzle that needed fixing. 

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valenciawalker thank you so much for having me vogue, it was my biggest honour and pleasure! i always love sitting down with your interviewers, they are always so caring, thoughtful, loving and hilarious, along with other slews of loving words i could say. however, there's still never going to be enough words that could describe my love for you guys. in my newest interview with vogue, i spilt so much tea about what my los angeles audition trip was really like, some good dirt on supernatural and miss elodie winchester, me and alexandercalvert's love, my family life, my mental health as well as so many other juicy things. so, the links to both the video and online article will be posted on my story and vogue's stories tomorrow at 12:30 pst so, get ready!📸: vogue

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alexandercalvert this is the love of my life everyone and i get to love her every day yes ma'am

valenciawalker alexandercalvert and this is my man y'all yes ma'am

jaredpadalecki dang, looks like this may be the first post and article i can't show to the kids then... 

valenciawalker jaredpadalecki you show my posts and articles to tom, shep and odette? my heart and ovaries just exploded all at once

jaredpadalecki valenciawalker they're always asking and wanting to keep tabs on their aunty ria considering they can't always visit

valenciawalker jaredpadalecki now that makes my heart explode

jensenackles cannot wait to read this. love you valencia

username my bisexual radar is going mighty insane. you are so hot, valencia!

vogue thank you for allowing us to interview you once again, valencia, we all adore you!

after posting about her upcoming interview and article with vogue, valencia decided to get dressed into something comfy so she could then be driven to the supernatural set lot to start the filming of elodie's return. 

not even ten minutes later and valencia's driver got valencia to the set lot of supernatural so she made it in record time. 

"...you excited about filming today?" jared asks as he rests his chin on valencia's shoulder as she giggles 

"is that even a question, padalecki?" valencia giggles as jared giggles at his obviously dumb question as they wrap their arms around each other

"no, it's not. we've missed filming with you, ria. just having you on set hasn't really given us what we needed so, having you both properly and in front of the cameras is the best thing ever!" jared smiled, nuzzling his chin further as valencia once again chuckled

"yeah, i...i've missed it too. i've missed playing elodie, i'm glad i was allowed back," valencia smiled as jared smiled back as they pulled out of the hug 

"we weren't going to allow filming to start again until elodie was allowed back..." jared whispered softly as that made valencia's heart melt - they did promise they'd wait until she came back and they didn't break that promise 

"...thank you jare, thank you so much!" valencia smiled as jared nodded his head as they then decided it was time to get to their soundstage considering filming would be started soon

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the brothers, the angel and the nephilim were still lost without their female winchester. they could only stay paused as the world around them continued on. staying cooped up in the bunker, they waited for the day that their sister, girfriend and best friend would just come home, not even having the energy to go on any hunts. however, unbeknownst to the grieving four, their girl had returned safely and she was not dead like they had all grieved over and thought. she was as healthy as possible and she was on her way home back to the bunker. 

whilst she was excited, she was exhausted as she had been on foot. she had been kidnapped by the british men of letters and to do what to her, that was still to be figured out. but, being able to come back home was just the icing on elodie's cake. however, that did not mean she was out of the danger zone yet. she was still very much in the danger zone. no one actually gave permission or had any knowledge whatsoever that elodie had escaped. she escaped the second she saw the chance and didn't think to hesitate because she knew they would never be another chance. so now, her biggest fear was being caught and kidnapped a second time by the men of letters. so, she was just hoping and praying that her boyfriend cas, jack and her brothers would do everything in their powers of will to make sure it doesn't have the ability to happen again. 

as she finally made her way up to the bunker, moments from entering it, she had found her best friend and nephilim, jack. he was just pacing around the front and it made her panic so, she drew her gun that she had stolen from the men of letters. grabbing the attention of the distressed nephilim, he calmed down in an instant at the sight of elodie, whom he thought had died on him and the rest of the group. 

"...el...elodie?" jack stammered out as a smile spread on the girl's face as she cocked her gun back into her holster as she moved closer to the nephilim 

"hey, jack..." she trailed off as a soft, relaxed expression found its way on her face - relaxation also finding its way on jack's face 

"...what...what happened? who sold their soul...how are you-" 

"-wait...wait, jack slow down...you...you thought i was dead?" it hadn't even occured in elodie's mind that her brothers, boyfriend and nephilim thought that whilst she was kidnapped by the men of letters that they had most likely manipulated them into thinking that she had died

jack just nodded his head solemnly as that broke elodie's heart in so many ways. how did that not even cross her mind at any one point during her kidnapping? she had only presumed that they were taking so long to find her, the group, because they just simply couldn't. never once did she consider the idea that they could have been told...manipulated...into believing that she was dead the entire time. 

"yes, elodie. we...we weren't told anything as to where you could have been...where...where were you?" jack spluttered out, his head tilting as that hurt elodie - even worse was the fact that they weren't even told that she had been taken by the men of letters after all, it seemed as though they were no longer deemed as threats 

"i...i was kidnapped by the men of letters. i...i was tortured every single day and...manipulated into thinking that you guys weren't ever going to see me again. and...and that you had been told that i had died...it was so painful and...and scary...i...i only escaped because i waited for the one chance to and i...i didn't look back..." elodie gulped as jack pulled the winchester in for a hug, letting her know that she was finally safe

but, also that he was so goddamn sorry that they didn't even try to look for her when they could have spent so much time and have found her a lot quicker than it would have taken elodie to come back. 

"...we are so so sorry that we didn't try to look for you. we...we just assumed the worst and we just...we gave up trying to do anything," jack whispered as elodie nodded her head as her chest burned even more at the new revelation

"don't apologise jack, i'm here and i'm safe. for now, that's all that matters," elodie whispered as the two then pulled out of the hug as it was obvious that the two of them wanted to see the other three

"i bet the other three would want to see you," jack spoke as elodie smiled and nodded her head in agreement

"i bet they do, let's go," elodie smiled as they moved into the bunker 

as they walked into the bunker, it seemed as though no one's attention was caught so, elodie decided to make sure to grab their attention. 

"hey, assbutt!" elodie calls out, catching the attention of one of her brothers and her boyfriend 

however, they froze in shock for a moment as they allowed both the nephilim and their sister/girlfriend to explain what was going on. 

"dean, cas, before you go reaching for the salt or the gun, elodie was never dead like we thought. she was kidnapped..." before jack could finish the explanation, the two guys didn't care anymore 

all they wanted...all they needed was to be in physical interaction with the girl that they thought was dead but was now actually alive and had been this entire time. 

"...by the men of letters..." jack whispered as that caught dean's attention, pulling away from his sister

"...she was kidnapped by the men of letters? how...how in hells name did you even escape, elodie?"  dean stammered in shock and confusion as the angel didn't want to let go of his girlfriend any time soon

"honestly, dean, i've got no freaking clue. i...i just saw my chance where they were all gone and i knew it would be my one and only...i loaded up on guns and weapons and i just ran. and i didn't stop running until i found my way back home...they...they could be trying to look for me and hunt me down right now to take me back..." elodie's eyes started to dart around the bunker's dining room as the men (minus sam) all nodded their heads as they watched elodie closely

"...don't even worry about them finding you again, okay? we'll keep you on lockdown here in the bunker for as long as needed until its safe for you to leave again, alright?" dean spoke sternly as elodie nodded her head - protection being the one thing that was on her mind right now

"i don't care dean, as long as they can't find me again, i'll do anything," she spoke small as dean nodded his head, pulling his sister in for another hug as that was when they finally realised sam wasn't with them

"wait...where...where's sammy?" elodie spoke up again with concern as the three guys realised and their hearts all broke - completely confusing elodie

"he's taken this whole thing the worst out of all of us. it's as though he hasn't stopped crying since it happened. all he does now is cry and sometimes, if we're lucky, sleep and that's it. he won't even let anyone into his bedroom, he's that distraught..." cas' small voice spoke up, making elodie's eyes tear up as she clenched her jaw to stop the tears from falling

"...in all honesty, it'll be a shock if he's even still alive considering we fear that he hasn't even been eating anything," jack perked up, following after cas as elodie shook her head in sadness that her brother would even do this to himself

"but...maybe...just hearing your voice could bring him out of his slump and out of his room?" dean suggested as it was hurting dean more than he cared to think or admit that his baby brother was closing himself off to the world with the thought that his sister was dead

"no, i think i'll go into his room and force him to believe the truth and ask him if he still thinks i'm dead," elodie decided as cas, jack and dean at first looked apprehensive but, thinking about it, that was the best idea out of any other idea

so that is exactly what the youngest winchester did. she left the trio in the living room and went upstairs to where she stood nervously in front of her, who she could hear, sobbing older brother's bedroom door. for a moment, she contemplated on the fact of knocking on his door but, she didn't and she just quietly opened it. hoping that sammy wouldn't majorly freak out but shocked at the same time that his door wasn't locked like she assumed it would have been as she tentatively placed her bobby pin back in her hair. the use of it no longer needed to pick at the lock. 

however as elodie opened the door, she truly saw how distraught and torn her older brother was about what she had gone through in the past however long it was she had been gone for. it tore her heart into pieces to see him, her older six foot four brother sobbing and curling in on himself on his bed, tissues strewn all over the bedroom floor. his face as red as it had ever been as his tears covered his entire face as his body shook through every sob. his hair messy as his entire body trembled when loud sobs weren't the reason for the tremors. 

"sam...sammy?" elodie whispered softy so as to not scare the living crap out of her brother as she slowly walked over to his bed

"go...go away...pl...please!" his small voice croaked out as elodie took in a deep breath knowing she had to be delicate about her approach to sam

"sammy, it's me...it's your sister, elly..." elodie trailed off, just hoping her small and soft spoken voice would help sam realise who it was in front of him

it was quiet, apart from the sobs, for a few moments until sam moved his head back and lifted his eyes to the door in front of him. to then be in front of his baby sister, the exact sister who he thought had been killed as he blinked furiously. wanting what he thought was a nightmare to end.

noticing that her brother was panicking from the nightmare he thought he was having, elodie immediately kicked her shoes off to where, she had no clue. and she squished herself onto the queen size bed next to her brother. holding her panicked, sobbing and distraught older brother into the comfort of her arms she tried her absolute hardest to calm him down. it didn't take too long until it seemed as though he had finally calmed down from the panicked nightmare but his tears kept flowing.

"...ssh, sammy, it's okay. i promise everything is okay, i'm right here and you know that i'm right here and you know that you are safe and that i am safe too..." elodie trailed off as she whispered over and over again to her brother that they were both safe and that this panic would soon subside

"...i...i thought you were de...dead...elodie..." sam cried out as he relaxed in his sister's tight embrace as the girl breathed calmly and nodded her head

"...the other three thought the same too. i...i was kidnapped by the men of letters...i...i have no clue how or why but, that's not something we have to worry about anymore because i'm safe. dean, cas and jack have all made sure that if they try to take me again that they won't even get the chance..." elodie trailed off as sam whimpered and nodded his head as he slowly started to believe in what his sister was saying

"...look at me sammy, look me right in my face and tell me you still think i'm dead and that i left you," elodie said to dean, cas and jack that she was going to ask this so she did and sam took deep breaths in and out before finally removing his head from his sister's shoulder and made direct eye contact with her

"you...you're not dead elodie....you...you didn't leave me..." sam choked out as that made elodie relax as she smiled and nodded her head, placing her hands on her brother's red and damp cheeks

"...yes sammy, i'm not dead and i didn't leave you. i'm never leaving you guys again! not today, not tomorrow, not next week, not ever!" elodie said sternly as sam let out a small sob as he nodded his head as elodie pulled the two of them in for a hug as they then fell back onto the bed

"i...i love you elodie..." sam whispered as elodie smiled

"...i love you too, sammy..."

"...and cut. well done guys, take five!" 

- - -

ok bye ily xx

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Wreckless - The Swingers Club

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker

Every evening this week I've come home to an empty house.

Emmett is either still at his course, if I manage to make it home at a reasonable hour or out in the garden.

I yell for him as I walk through the foyer and take off my jacket but he must be outside... his SUV is in the garage.

I walk onto the deck and nearly blow a gasket.

"EMMETT."

"Do you like it?" he asks, beaming up at me.

He wipes the sweat from his brow with his arm and looks so ruggedly handsome holding that wrench that if I had ovaries, they'd be exploding.

Instead my cock hardens but I'm so excited at what he's built that I practically slip into little mode right then and there.

"It's a swing."

As if he doesn't know.

He found room in his precious garden to build me a swing.

I can't with this man.

Speaking of the garden, it looks phenomenal.

It was pretty before but Emmett has worked wonders the past two weeks.

"It is. I found the concrete footings when I was planting. I think they had one of those garden swings in here before but I figured you'd rather have a real one."

I'm already down the stairs and I kiss him quickly on the cheek before hopping on.

"Will you push me?"

"Of course but not too high. I haven't tested it yet."

He gets me started and I get going really fast... plenty high for it to be fun.

"This is the best. You're the best. Thank you Emmett."

He chuckles, then starts putting his tools away.

"You're welcome, darling. Didn't plan on finishing it today... afternoon class got canceled... our speaker was a no-show."

That sounds bad.

"I'm sorry."

"No worries... I was kinda brain dead already. How was your day, grasshopper?"

"Good. A good week, actually."

Insanely busy but I was productive instead of putting out fires all day. He hops on the other swing and I laugh.

"Emmett."

"I've got to make sure it'll hold Rhys tomorrow."

"A very good idea... he will definitely want to swing. Is Quincy gonna give you a cooking lesson?"

We have a shiny new grill on our deck, along with a table and an umbrella.

There's a comfy couch too, for Emmett. 

It's wonderful, especially on days like this when the weather is perfect.

"Yep. Quincy promised that he won't let me burn the house down so no worries. I got you and Rhys some water balloons, I thought they'd be fun if it gets as hot as they're saying. Weird for this time of year, it may be the last really hot day."

That's sad.

"Winter schminter," I complain, pumping my legs to keep myself going.

"We'll have fall first. Apples and pumpkins and Halloween," he reminds me.

He's not swinging as high as I am, he's being lazy.

"I like all of those. I'm hungry. I want a sandwich."

I slow down and hate to get off the swing but it's mine... I can come back anytime until stupid winter.

"There's scalloped potatoes and kielbasa in the oven, should be done."

Casserole sounds better than a sandwich.

"The one with the cabbage?"

"Yep."

I love that one.

"Yum, thank you."

At almost exactly 11 o'clock... I see Quincy's truck come up the driveway.

"They're here," I yell to Emmett who's watching TV.

He clicks it off and comes with me out the front door.

"Hi Rhys," I wave as he climbs down from the huge truck and he has a present in his hands.

"What's that?"

"It's for you," he tells me, bouncing as he hands me the gift.

"For your new room and new house. This is a BIG house," he says in awe, looking up.

"Crazy big but I love it. Come in," I practically drag him in and take him straight downstairs.

"This is my room."

I open the door and he gasps.

"Finn. This is amazing."

He runs right over and sits down in front of the train.

"Can we play trains?"

"I wanna open my present, can I do it now?"

"I don't know, you might wanna ask Emmett."

Fine. I trudge upstairs... Rhys on my heels.

"Emmett, can I open it? Quincy?"

Quincy nods at Emmett.

"Sure, grasshopper. You boys want some drinks to take downstairs? We'll play outside after lunch."

"Okay."

A present is really nice but...

"You didn't have to get me anything."

I shake it gently. It's sort of heavy and it sounds like things are moving inside.

"I wanted to," Rhys says.

"Picked them all myself. Well not one, Quincy picked one and he wrapped it."

It's not taped up too much which was very nice of Quincy.

I lift the flap and inside are cars.

I dump them on the table.

"These are awesome."

There's a blue race car, a huge black truck, a little red car with a white stripe, a motorcycle and an ambulance.

Quincy laughs when I hold the ambulance up.

"Emmett told us how you met so I figured you might need that," he jokes.

"A boy can never have enough cars, hope you like them."

"I do, thank you."

Emmett is smiling too, he thinks it's funny.

"I can use them with my rug. Rhys, I got a rug like yours."

"I saw it but Quincy, Finn has a train. Can we go play?"

"Of course, bunny. Be good and remember what I told you."

"Yes Quincy," he says solemnly.

"If I take anything that's not mine, you'll shove it up my ass."

Quincy chuckles.

"At least he'll be more selective if nothing else," he tells Emmett.

"Now go on and play."

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Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details… everything but our names.

Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It’s clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me. The emotional night we shared meant nothing to him.

You see, my family is sworn enemies with the bratva and Italian mafia, which means Misha considers me a threat.

I wish I could hate him the way he hates me. But nooo, my stupid heart wants what it wants.

Every rough touch from Misha makes my skin tingle.

Every low-rumbling threat growled through his clenched teeth has my breath speeding up.

We might be sworn enemies, but I can’t stop myself from wanting this dangerous man.

Then there’s the other problem.

If I can, by some miracle, get Misha to fall in love with me, we’ll only have to face the entire bratva and my family.

What could possibly go wrong?

Genre/Tropes: Mafia Romance/Enemies To Lovers/Grumpy Vs Sunshine/Touch Her And Die Vibes

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For your next DILF day (or whenever you feel like posting):

The first time Bords and you call each other “mom” and “dad” after the baby is born (like “mom, can you hand me that blanket”; you hand him the blanket with a “here you go dad”, and he swaddles the baby up in it).

(This actually legit was an exchange in one of my check-ins today at the office today; I’m sure my ovaries exploded watching the interaction. And my brain immediately filed it to send to you! 😀)

happy dilf day!

You read in a book somewhere that calling each other mom and dad around your daughter would make it more likely for either to be her first word. You had to convince Thomas to actually do it at first but when you made it into a competition to see if her first word would be ‘mom’ or ‘dad’, he was totally on board. It became a habit and you started saying it without thinking.

“Can you pass that?” You were trying to keep your daughter entertained while the boys watched a hockey game. All the Michigan boys had gathered for the final round of the playoffs which also happened to line up with your daughter’s first birthday.

“Here you go Mom” Thomas said, tossing the toy you asked for in your lap and your daughter was automatically enthralled by it.

“I’m sorry, did I hear that right?” Eddy asked and you looked up to find all your friends staring at you.

“There’s no way this is real life” Brendan cackled.

“Did you just call Y/n/n, Mom?” Owen raises his eyebrow.

“Wha- oh… yeah I guess” Thomas’ cheeks turned pink as he explained the reasoning behind it.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard” Dylan snorts.

“I’ve actually heard about that” Matty says, sticking up for you and Thomas.

“Of course you have, Mr. Harvard” Brendan was quick to say and Matty swiftly smacked the back of his head.

“So… you call Bords Daddy?” Mackie asks and the guys’ hoots and hollers fill the room.

“You’re all children” You roll your eyes. “At least our daughter’s first word won’t be shit” You look pointedly to Nick who wasn’t exactly pleased when his daughter yelled the expletive as her first word.

#happy dilf day! #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau blurb #dad au #san jose sharks #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

[rukunas]

spare dilf!bakugo pls 🤲

omg i actually had a headcanon ab dilf!bakugou today

dilf!bakugou with a son who’s a splitting image of him— he’s got your personality and that’s where the similarities end. red eyes, spiky blond hair, the whole set up.

dilf!bakugou who knows he’s a dilf. he brings his son to photoshoots— when the pictures are published into posters, moms go wild. they comment how their ovaries are exploding. um okay, bakugou thinks, scrolling through his instagram feed with a brow raised. “he’d be such a good dad!” it’s because he is. duh.

dilf!bakugou who likes to mention in every single interview that he’s married with kids. it’s like that john mulaney video— my wife, my wife, my wife. it’s that but also— my kid, my kid, my kid.

dilf!bakugou who is an amazing father. i can totally imagine you going out shopping, balancing bags and your phone in one hand, your kid holding onto the other when you feel him slip away from you. he calls out “daddy!” and you turn to look at the sky— maybe he’s flying by the buildings with his quirk, but no— your son waddles over to a poster ad of your husband, making grabby hands at him, thinking that the 2d picture is real. your son cries when he catches on— it’s so adorable though you can’t help but laugh.

#that’s all i got for now #but GAH the last one #i cant stop thinking ab it #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou imagine #bakugo #dilf bakugou #dilf bakugo #rue rambles