#I HAVE A HUGE FUCKING SMILE PLASTERED ON MY FACE SINCE I READ THAT ARTICLE

[randomfandomss]

Trent

absolutely

had a crush on

Ted

#trent crimm #tedependent #ted x trent #ted lasso #tedtrent #I HAVE A HUGE FUCKING SMILE PLASTERED ON MY FACE SINCE I READ THAT ARTICLE #HOLYYYY SHITTTTTT #guess we'll NEVER know what its like to lose #HOLY FUCKINGGG SHIT #Lauren Coates i owe you my LIFE #YOU ARE A REAL ONE #i will be repeating this line evey single day #the interview overall is SO SO SOOOOO BLOODY GOOD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[timothy-chamlet]

the afterparty - t.c. fanfic

pair: timmy x female reader

warnings: unprotected sex, general smut

word count: 2.6k (2640)

a//n: ok er ive never written for timmy before so im nervous snsvsj but if you read it tell me what u think !! <3

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people often thought the two of you were dating. paparazzi tended to make it look that way through press. despite all the candid photos of you and timothée plastered in magazine spreads and floating around on blogs, he would tell people you weren't together. interviewers would ask, and time again he would put an end to the rumor by saying you weren't dating, you were just friends. 

to be fair, you honestly couldn't even be mad at him. it was a good marketing tactic, at least. if all the girls knew he was single they'd still be invested in the persona of a young, attractive starlet that - despite his more than desirable qualities - is still single. genius. meanwhile you were being his best friend and his trophy for award shows. 

it was growing on you though. you enjoyed walking red carpet events and going to extravagant parties and meeting big names in the industry. it was really a win-win for both of you. 

another one of those win-win situations was tonight. the past three days had been crazy. hair appointments, nail appointments, dress fittings, photoshoots, brunches, and dinners. running each new day on an hour of sleep - maybe two if you were lucky. fueled by energy drinks and the promise of rest after the event. showing up to an awards ceremony on nothing more than a 20 minute nap and a double shot espresso. being timothée's showpiece was exhausting. but it was good for you. 

you had just finished your last consultation for dress fittings and were on your way to your styling appointment. the dress would arrive shortly after you so everything was ready to go. things were set for timothée to meet you there in an hour or so, after his own styling. 

currently you're getting your makeup done. a swarm of professionals all around you, handing products, giving directions, telling you how gorgeous you look, at least three hands on you at all times. after almost an hour all the disembodied hands move from your face to reveal the *almost* finished product. you still need your hair done, but your face was flawless. your skin was insanely smooth; not a pore in sight, your lids were a bronze shade, and your lips were a perfect nude. 

a hair stylist soon steps into view, also admiring your makeup before diving into your hair. it was simple. a slicked back ponytail is all, careful not to draw away from your face and your dress. 

the strong aroma of hairspray clouds you as you maneuver to step into your dress. stripped of your previous clothes, you step into your dress and a couple people help you pull it up. the woman attending to the supper in the back steps away for a moment, seeming to answer a question. 

"what's his name?" she asks into her ear piece. "uh yes. she's in here with me. send him in."  

she returns behind you and does up the zipper to your dress. to your surprise, you see timothée waltz in the room. dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a light lavender button up underneath. "y/n," he exhales, walking towards you. "you look breathtaking, ma chérie." 

"you don't look too bad yourself, timmy," you say, stepping down from your pedestal to be almost eye level with him.

"is she done here?" he asks everyone around without taking his eyes off you. 

one of the women there swoops in with a pair of shoes and says, "slip in to these and you're ready to go, darling." 

you step into your shoes and link arms with timothée. "carriage awaits," he says as the two of you get escorted to the limo. 

once inside you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. "you okay?" he asks from beside you. 

"yeah, just.. tired." 

he chuckles and drops his head. "absolutely exhausted." you two had similarly scheduled days so he knows exactly how you feel. "don't worry, mon amour, i'll have you home in about 8 hours." 

"i thought the awards show was only 4-" 

"there's always the afterparty.." 

you audibly groan and drop your head as timothée places a reassuring hand on your knee. 

"we're here," he says with fake enthusiasm as the limo pulls up to the event. the past 45 minutes felt like hours as your head began to pound from the lack of sleep. yet, lucky you, 45 minutes in l.a. traffic was a miracle. 

the two of you step out into the scene. flashing lights from camera flickers, the general buzz of the crowd, people you knew trying to get your attention, people timothée knew trying to get his attention. being the kind person he is, he doesn't shy away from fans calling his name. he walks over to give high fives, say hi, sign things, and really interact with the people that are so invested in his career. you look at him with a fond smile on your face as he greets  people.  

"timothéeeee," you both hear and turn around to match the loud booming voice to a face. 

"armieee!!" he yells in response, hurrying over to hug his co-star. 

you stand idly by as the two hug and catch up. fiddling with your ponytail and the skirt of your dress. until that same voice catches your attention. 

"bring it in hot stuff!" 

"hey, armie! how've you been, handsome?" you two had only met a handful of times, but it's like your souls clicked instantly. he had kept in touch since the first time you met and you guys had been pretty close ever since. 

"oh i’m doing great. really. just excited for this evening. can't wait to see how many awards lil' tim brings in," armie ends with a light laugh before timothée chimes in. 

"oh god no-" 

a cheery voice interrupts the conversation. 

"helloooo," armie's wife says in a sing-song voice and joins his side. "nice to see you again, y/n. and congrats timmy on your nominations." 

you and timothée nod in response and utter small, nervous 'thank you's' before armie excuses the two of them, promising to catch up later. 

"well, well, well- this is it, timmy." you say from your seat next to him. the host reads the nominees for best breakthrough of the year, and timothée's name is mixed in with so many other talented actors. he nervously puts his hand over yours. "you are absolutely amazing. everyone knows that. you're gonna get it." he looks at you and you pass him a reassuring smile. 

"and the award for best breakthrough goes to… timothée chalamet!" 

his head shoots up in shock. cameras pan around him and his baffled expression appears on huge screens behind the stage. he slowly stands from his seat and makes his way to the stage. making a beautiful speech, thanking almost everyone he's ever known. giving gratitude to everyone he's ever worked with, his parents, and his best friends. he comes off the stage and returns to his seat beside you. a year runs down his cheek, and you move to wipe it away, but he grabs your hand away from his cheek only to press his lips to your knuckles. "thank you for always believing in me." 

"you're an amazing actor and an even better friend. 

the night was nearing an end. people were saying their goodbyes and their 'see-you-soon's and going their separate ways. you and timothée walk out of the event, arms linked, with his hands tightly gripping his award. the smile never leaves his face. "i can't fucking believe that, y/n."

"you did it, timmy! all you and your hard work. lemme pick a nice spot on your shelf for it yeah?" 

"i was thinking about sitting it on my dresser right above the drawer full of your shit you keep leaving at my house," he says with a barely visible smirk. 

"oh, well if it's such a problem," you begin "i guess I'll just have to come get my 'shit' then?" you finish sarcastically. 

"oh! how dare you?" he begins to shout, going on a tirade similar to that of hamlet; overly dramatic and mostly nonsensical. "leave them be! small, small remnants; reminders of thee." he trails off softly, dropping his head to your shoulder and bringing his other hand up to trail his fingertips down the side of your face. 

you can't help but chuckle at this. "bravo timothée! amazing performance." 

he straightens up before taking a bow and returning to his previous position on your shoulder. "do you wanna skip the afterparty?" 

"and do what, tim? i thought you were gonna catch up with armie?" 

"i dunno- go to my place?" 

you nod your head, and timothée let's the driver know to just go to his house. 

you get out of the car in front of his apartment, quickly thank the driver, and dash inside; excited to remove the day. "can i shower?" you ask quickly already making your way upstairs.

"oui, mon trèsor, make yourself at home. ill be up in a while." it was almost as if he had it scripted. a routine more or less. you'd ask to shower - despite him telling you almost each time you never had to ask - and go up stairs to do so; him trailing along about an hour later behind you. 

you finish your shower earlier than planned so you decide to lay on his bed until he comes up. you let your freshly washed body relish in the textures of the cotton t-shirt and shorts you're wearing and the damp-cool feel of the comforter on his bed. 

you're not left alone for long before he darts up the stairs and into his room, catching your attention. you watch as he walks around, dropping various articles of his clothing haphazardly on his floor. left in only his boxers. 

"timmy?" you ask in a drawn out voice. 

"hm?" he asks lowly in response; his eyes trained on you. you don't respond to his muffled question and instead watch as he comes to lean over the foot of the bed, by your legs. "i've been thinking," he continues, "a lot recently. about us.." 

"us?-" 

"about what the media thinks we are. what the people say. the blog posts, the tweets. i read it all… what do you think about it, y/n?" he ends with a light sigh, making drawing light swirls on your leg. 

"i dunno really. i've never thought much about it," you say sitting up. 

he moves up from his place in front of the bed, crawling up to sit to the right of your legs. knees drawn up to his chest, eyes meeting yours. he raises his hand so his fingertips ghost the curve of your cheek. "you never think about.. the possibility of us?" he pauses as his eyes drift from yours. hands falling to his lap as he scoots even closer to you. you sit stunned, not knowing how to answer as if it was some rhetoric instead of a simple question. filling the silence, he continues. "i think about how different things would be if we were together. what it would be like to hold you and kiss you and- can i kiss you?" 

his voice wavers as his eyes meet yours yet again. with quick movements, he moves to straddle your legs, both hands resting lightly on either side of your face. 

"can i kiss you?" he asks again, his face millimeters from yours. 

you shake your head yes as your eyes fluttering closed, your lips brushing against his as you move. 

he plants his lips firmly on yours. innocent at first, but the kiss quickly gets deeper. more desperate, his hands moving from the sides of your face to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back giving him access to your neck. his lips dance around the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. “is this okay?” he whispers, dragging his hands from your hair to the hem of your shirt. 

you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the floor with his clothes. you lean back and give timothee free reign of your chest and stomach. he makes his way from your neck down and across your chest. your hands rush to knot in his hair as he takes a nipple in his mouth, carefully flicking his tongue across the hardening bud before doing the same to the other. 

"timmy.." you breathe out as he leaves your chest and explores lower. his eyes meet yours as his teeth come into contact with the flimsy waistband of your sleep shorts. "please," you whisper. 

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs; eyes going wide when he sees you have nothing underneath. 

"so pretty," he whispers almost to himself as he throws your shorts in his floor with the rest of your guys' clothes. he runs his finger along your slit, collecting some of your wetness, tasting it. laying back down with your legs over his shoulders, he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. he runs his tongue along your folds and you arch your back in response. he sucks on your clit making you squirm and tangle your fingers tighter in his hair, pushing against his face, eager for more. 

"tim-... timmy," you beg.

timothée kisses his way back up your body. "hm?" he hums softly beside your ear only for you to utter another weak 'please' in response. 

"please… please what, mon amour?" 

"baise moi.." you didn't know much french. you had picked up on a few of timothée's most used phrases, but this you hadn't learned from him, so it caught him off-guard. stuck in a moment of shock. hearing you say something so dirty in french felt so strangely intimate; you didn't have to ask him twice. 

he slips his boxers, finally accompanying you in nakedness, and slips into you, moaning at the feeling of you around him. 

"fuck.. timmy-" you groan as he picks up his pace. he coos sweet nothings into your ear while drilling into your core. 

his head drops to your chest and the soft, sweet praises slowly turn into obscenities. "merde," he groans, picking up his pace even more. holding himself at arms length above you, he throws his head back; lips parted in pure bliss. 

you lift one of your hands to trail down timothée's torso. you lazily drag your fingertips across his chest and down to his stomach. the pleasure building inside you, your hand finds its way to your clit. “timmy... fuck! ple- please don’t stop. fuuuuuck!” 

“défaire pour moi, y/n.” you didn’t think french could ever drive you to orgasm, but when it came from timothé anything was possible. you convulse around him as your wave of pleasure washes over you. timothée reaching his own peak soon after, pulling out and emptying on your stomach. he quickly finds something to clean you up with before plopping down on the bed beside you. many silent moments pass - nothing but heavy breaths leaving either of you - before he speaks up. “you know,” he begins in a soft whisper, “i felt bad- like i was using you. just to go to events with me. i know you don’t really like them but-” 

you cut him off and turn to face him. “i might hate going to those award shows, but they’re a little less bad with you around.” 

he breaks into a wide smile and pulls you closer, putting his head on your stomach. "mon amour, je t'ai toujours aimé." you reach down to play with his curls and begin to drift off on your way to sleep. 

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Begins

Part 14

Chapter Summary: The reader and Jensen enjoy their time together in whatever way that they can. 

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warnings: Language, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, awkward conversation

Author’s Note: This part really got the better of me, and I’m not even sorry for the extremely awkward scene in here. Besides, I think it will work out interestingly in later parts. It was inspired by an actual conversation between Jared and Jensen. Once you read I’m sure you’ll know what I’m talking about ;) Okay, enough rambling.... enjoy! xo Alex

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Keeping their extracurricular activities contained to Jensen’s apartment was, for the most part, an easy endeavor. The tricky part was not letting Clif in on their secret. She spent her fair share of money on Ubers back and forth from Jensen’s apartment in the evenings. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust Clif to keep their secret, it was that they didn’t want to put him in the position that he would have to. In the end, she would say that it was worth it. The two of them had the chance to act like a semi normal couple. At least, there was no one she had to lie to about where she was going. Unfortunately, their week was up quicker than they had anticipated. 

A soft ding rang out in the quiet room. The sun was just rising over the horizon as he stirred awake. Jensen reached over for his phone, careful not to disturb the woman sleeping next to him. He opened his phone, only one eye open as he adjusted to the light. He had to read the text twice before his sleep riddled brain could comprehend what he had read. 

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath and rolled over. He gently shook her shoulder and she groaned in response.

“Sweetheart, you gotta get up.”

“Why?” she whined, her face still stuffed into the pillow. The two of them had spent the beginning of their Saturday night drinking too much beer and eating more pizza than was humanly possible followed by an emotional viewing of Titanic, much to Jensen’s dismay. Then they spent the rest of it rolling around between Jensen’s sheets.

“Jared just texted me, he’s back early and wants to shoot some hoops. He’s already on his way over here.” Jensen explained as he brushed her hair from her face. At the news of her brother heading their way, she bolted upright. 

“What? Fuck!” She nearly fell out of the bed in her haste to get up. She picked up her various articles of clothing around the room, slipping them on as she went. “Oh, god. If he noticed I wasn’t home, shit. Does he not wait for a response?” Her thoughts just fell from her mouth as they crossed her mind. She looked over at Jensen who was out of bed now too.

“Apparently not.” He shrugged as he slipped a t-shirt over his head. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts as he chased after her out of his room. She was running around the kitchen, looking for her coat and purse, Jensen just watching her, not sure how to help her at that moment. 

“Babe, have you seen my phone?” She asked as she pulled on her coat, her hands searching the pockets for any trace of it. 

“Um, last I saw it was on the coffee table.” He moved towards the couch. Sure enough, there it still sat. He grabbed it for her and she rushed to him. 

“Thank you.” She pulled the phone from his hand, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“Anytime.” He followed her to the front door of his apartment. “Hey, Y/n/n?” She paused, half way out the open door. 

“Yeah?” She turned towards him. Her hair was still disheveled from their activities last night and sleep. Her mascara had run in the corners of her eyes a little bit, but the smile on her face as she turned to him, well, he swore his heart skipped a beat. 

“This is okay, right?” He knew she would understand what he was asking. Neither one of them had stepped into this relationship with any preconceived notions about what this was. That didn’t mean he felt bad, kicking her out in the morning like she was his mistress and his wife would be here any second. 

She flashed him a wicked smile and shrugged. “It’s kinda fun actually. Running around and fucking each other in secret, it’s all kind of thrilling.” 

“You’re sure?.” 

“I’m sure, Jay. I gotta go, though.” She kissed him again, letting her lips linger for a moment this time. He had to fight the urge to chase after her as she pulled away from him. He watched her head the opposite way down the hall and disappeared into the stairwell. 

Jared arrived not even ten minutes later, a basketball in hand. 

“Why do we always have to shoot hoops so early?” Jensen complained as he let Jared into his apartment. Jared followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed a water bottle to fill up. 

“Cause old man, it’s good for you.” He teased, setting the ball down on his island. “Speaking of which, I drank a lot of water this morning, I gotta hit the head.” Jensen waved Jared off as he ran to the bathroom. He shook his head to himself. Jared was insufferable when it came to being healthy. Sometimes, it scared him how much the two of them really were like Sam and Dean. On some days, they were nearly indistinguishable. 

Jensen was screwing the lid onto his water bottle as Jared came back into the kitchen.

“So, did you have a good night last night?” Jared asked, his eyes narrowed at Jensen as he sat down on one of the bar stools. If Jensen had been taking a drink at that moment, he would have spit it everywhere. 

“I mean, I guess.” His voice had risen, the difference in octave only noticeable by him. 

“Dude,” Jared cocked his head. “I know.” Jensen swore he was having a heart attack then. This is what they felt like, right? His heart was in his throat and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. There was no way Jared knew, he would not be this casual if he did.

“Know what?” Jensen kept up his innocent demeanor as his heart beat pounded in his ears. 

“You got laid last night and you didn’t tell me.” Jared shoved his shoulder across the counter. He continued when Jensen cocked his head in confusion. “You didn’t do a good job of hiding the evidence in your bathroom. Now come on, give me all the details. Was she hot?” 

“Well, I don’t... let’s just drop it. And stop being so damn nosey, dude.” Jensen tripped over his words as he tried to come up with something coherent to say. Jared really was too nosey for his own good. Like who in their right mind looks through people's trash? 

“What? It’s not like we haven’t talked about these things in the past. Please, I need to live vicariously through you, kids really put a damper on your sex life. Gen and I barely got two minutes alone all week.” Jared was now giving Jensen Sam’s signature puppy dog eyes. 

“Believe me when I say that you do not want to hear the details.” Jensen mumbled trying not to meet Jared’s eyes. 

“Why was she crazy?” Jensen’s eyes were nearly bulging from his head as he silently begged his friend to just shut up. “She asked you to do something weird didn’t she? Girls are into weird shit nowadays, I guess, I don’t really know. When Gen-” 

“Jared!” Jensen cut him off, really not wanting to hear him say anything else. The two of them had talked about the occasional hookup, Jared less so since he got married, but if he knew what he was saying right now, he’d cut out his own tongue. But Jensen also knew if he didn’t say anything, Jared would not give up. “If I tell you one little thing, will you shut up about it?” 

“Fine.” Jared relented and shifted in his seat like an excited puppy eager for a treat.

Jensen thought over what to say next. He had to come up with something that wouldn’t scar Jared for life if and when their relationship eventually came out, for whatever reason, but also juicy enough to shut him up. “Yes, she was hot. No, she did not ask me to do anything... weird. Happy?” 

“No man, come on, you gotta give me something more than that.” Jared looked at him like a kid in a candy store. He wanted anything but to say the next thing to come out of his mouth, but he knew Jared would not let it go if he didn’t give him something. 

“Fine. She is… particularly well skilled with her… with her mouth.” Jensen tried not to look completely disgusted as he said it out loud. He felt dirty saying out loud. Jensen had a little sister too, and if her husband ever said anything like that to him, he would probably kill him. God, he was so dead. 

“Yeah she was.” Jared was practically cackling while Jensen imagined himself rolling into a tiny ball and then off of a cliff. 

“Can we just go now, please?” Jensen grabbed his water bottle and headed for his front door. 

“Year sure, but if you hook up with this girl again, I want to meet her.” Jared followed after him, a huge smile still plastered on his face. 

I wouldn’t be so sure of that...

****

That following Monday brought all three of them back to set. It was a typical morning, complete with the oddest conversations she had heard two people have. 

“I really don’t think you are getting my point here.” Jensen was focused on her as she worked on his face, though he was currently talking to her brother. It was a tiny habit that Jared hadn’t picked up on, for which she was thankful. She loved the warm feeling his small smile sent through her whole body, too much to make Jensen stop.  

“Oh, it’s you who doesn’t understand my brother.” Jared promised from the chair next to him. 

“Macaulay Culkin would kick Michael Cera’s ass. He’s a crafty little devil.” Jensen argued his side. The two of them had started this whole ‘who would win in a fight’ conversation nearly twenty minutes ago. Neither had yet to make a compromise. 

“No way, in hand to hand combat, Michael’s got the upper hand.”  

“Are you serious? Macaulay's got experience. When have you ever seen Michael in a fight scene?” Jensen shifted his focus back on her. “Y/n please knock some sense into your brother.” 

“Oh no, don’t bring me into this.” Her eyebrows rose on her forehead as she fought back a smile. These two guys could really get out of hand in their conversations. She couldn’t even remember what had started this whole thing in the first place. It was entertaining, she had to admit, but she couldn’t take sides in this one. There is no way she would win. 

“She’s afraid of what you’ll do to her if she agrees with me.” Jensen pointed an accusing finger at Jared. 

“Ah, you are always so confident that I agree with you, huh?” She leaned back against the countertop and crossed her arms. 

“Yeah, cause I’m usually right and both of you know it.” Jensen’s tongue was peeking between his teeth as he stared up at her. The glint in his eye felt like a personal challenge, so she decided to weigh her options.

“Well big guy, I’m sorry to disappoint you but, I have to go with Jared on this one. Michael is a bigger dude and he’s also not weakened by drug addiction.” Jared threw his head back and clapped as he let out his laughter. Jensen’s smile dropped and Y/n was biting the inside of her cheek as she tried to keep a straight face. . 

“If anything the drugs give him an edge.” Jensen muttered under his breath as he stood. Y/n broke then as Jensen muttered his way out of the trailer. She may pay for that one later, but it would be worth it.

“I really would have thought you would have sided with him.” Trish was giggling as she continued to work on Jared. 

“I was, until he got cocky.” She smirked as she collected the makeup into Jensen’s bag. Jared burst out laughing again.

“That’s my girl.” Jared held up his hand to her and she high fived him. 

Y/n went back to collecting the items she would need on set that day when she saw if laying underneath her belt. “Jay left his phone.”

“I’ll take it to him.” Jared held out his hand for the phone without even looking her way. She hesitated, weighing her options yet again. On one hand, she could hand it over and let Jared return it on set. On the other, she was done until filming started and if she took it to him now, they would have a few minutes alone in Jensen’s trailer. 

“I can take it. Besides, Trish isn’t done fixing your face.” She held the phone against her chest. “I’ll see you guys on set.” 

She skipped out of the trailer with Jensen’s bag and phone in hand. Jensen’s trailer wasn’t far from the makeup one, allowing her to arrive in no time. She stepped up onto the first step and knocked on the door. 

“Come in.” Jensen's voice came muffled through the door. With a deep breath, she opened the door and entered. 

“Hey, you forgot your phone.” She started, her voice trailing off as she took him in. He had nixed the flannel and was in just a t-shirt. The material was tight over the expanse of his back and around his biceps. The whole view was intoxicating, and the blood rushing through her body suddenly had her feeling warm. 

“Did I?” Jensen turned towards her, his one eyebrow raised. She flashed the device in her hand before placing it on the counter top. “Hmm...” His lips pursed slightly, hiding a smirk. 

She bit her lip as she realized what he had done. “You did that on purpose, didn't you?” She raked her eyes up his body as he inched closer to her. 

“Maybe...”

“What if Jared had found it? Or Trish? It would have foiled your evil little plan.” She ran her hands up his arms as he slipped his around her waist. 

“Trust me, I was careful to put it where I knew you would find it.” He cocked his head and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. Her body relaxed against his as she allowed herself to be in the moment, to just feel him against her.

“Next time just say something.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jensen asked as he trailed his lips across her jaw. A shiver ran through her as his lips ghosted across her skin. The hairs across her skin stood up against the stimulation and she could tell her breathing was already picking up.

“I thought we always had fun.” She admitted as her fingers flexed against the muscles of his arms. The timbre in her voice dropped as she licked her lips “I mean, I know I do.” 

A growl rolled up Jensen’s throat and suddenly he was tugging her back towards the couch. 

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that.” Jensen stopped and put both hands on either side of her face. She grinned up at him. 

“Why’s that?” 

“Cause now I want to bend you over that couch and fuck you until you feel me between your legs all day.” His voice was dangerously low as his hands roamed down and over the globes of her ass. Heat was pooling in her lower belly and her arousal got the better of her. His presence had that effect on her now. Ever since they broke that damn, everything about him drew her in. His jaw, his smell, the way his jeans made his legs look thick and long. She found herself clenching her legs on set just watching him work. 

“So, why don’t you?” Her voice was breathy as she clutched her fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt at his back. 

“I’ve got to be on set in twenty minutes.” His voice was broken as he weakly protested her offer. Jensen brushed a few hairs from her face as she looked up at him. 

“Sounds to me like you’ve got fifteen minutes to make it happen.” Jensen chuckled and stepped away from her, holding up his index finger at her confused expression. She watched as he went to the door and locked it. A huge grin spread across her face as he came back to her. His eyes were dark as he turned her in one swift movement and pulled her back flush against his chest. 

“Challenge accepted.” Jensen nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear and her hips jutted back against him in response. Jensen’s hands worked their way up her sides and around her breasts. His fingers tugged against her nipples through her bra. She let her head fall back against his shoulder as he rolled the hardened nubs in between his fingers. 

“Jay,” 

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He promised as his right hand travelled down her stomach and into the waistband of her leggings. She mewled as his fingers slipped through her folds and began his ministrations.

“Damn baby, always so wet for me.” She nodded, her eyes closed. Her right hand slid up to the side of his head, her lips searching over his jaw as she held onto him. 

“Only you.” Their bodies moved together as her hips searched for friction. She could feel his hard length against her ass as she pushed against him. If his arms weren’t around her, she thought she might collapse under her shaking legs. Her breaths were coming rapidly as her climax grew, the fire inside her heightening all her senses. She was so close when Jensen pulled his hand from her pants. 

“Fuck.” She gasped, the electricity in her body fading as Jensen let go of her. The sound of Jensen’s belt jingling had her blinking her eyes open. She didn’t have time to react before his hands were on her hips again. He pulled down her leggings and panties just below the knee and bent her over. Her hands fell on the back of the couch just in time to catch her fall. 

“I missed this view.” Jensen huffed as he ran his cock through her folds before pressing into her entrance. 

“Mhm, just move.” She pushed back against him. Their time was limited and he was wasting it. “Patience is a virtue you know.” He smacked a hand against her ass, the sting shooting to her core and causing her pussy to clench around him. Jensen growled in response, the action only encouraging him to move faster. 

“Ha!” The sound that left her came from deep in her chest and she couldn’t have helped it even if she wanted to. They were in no position to be discussing virtues. Jensen gripped both hands on her hips, pulling her back to him hard in response as he thrust forward. 

“Fuck, baby you’re so tight.” She didn’t trust her voice any longer, opting to just nod. The coil was tightening inside her and her whole body was vibrating. It was like she no longer recognized herself when they had sex. Never before had she been able to let loose so easily, let alone find her peak so quickly. Jensen had awoken something inside her she never thought was possible, but here she was, ready to come in no time. 

Sensing she was close, Jensen put an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. He snaked his fingers down and rubbed against her clit in tight circles. Her hands flew to his forearm grounding herself as her body convulsed, trying to flee from the stimulation. 

“Shit shit shit.” Jensen cursed as her orgasm brought him to his own. He pulled himself from her just in time to release himself on her ass.

“Hold on.” He put himself back into his briefs before grabbing a dish towel. He cleaned her up before helping her pull her leggings back into place. She turned to him, her lip caught between her teeth as she watched him fix his jeans. 

“Was that fast enough?” He grinned when he caught her staring at him. He checked the watch on his wrist, making sure neither of them were late. 

“Mhmm. Yup.” She closed her eyes with a sigh and bobbed her head. 

“Good. Now go. I’ll see you on set.” He playfully swatted her behind to get her moving. 

“Yes, sir.” She mocked a salute to him, winking when she caught the slight rise of his one eyebrow from her words. As she pulled open the door and peeked around for signs of people, she committed his response to memory, ready to use that one later.

Part 15

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[she-is-tim]

Will you catch me if I fall for you?

Elu Marvel AU 

mostly written for @anxetyt1me and everyone else that are going to enjoy this 

Summary: 

Eliott is an ambitious archer boy who decides to join the Avengers when an opportunity crosses his way. Little does he know that his heart is going to be captured by one of the twins HYDRA experimented on. Lucas and his twin sister Manon just survived the attack of Ultron in Sokovia, but they are already training to become Avengers. The boy is a cheeky bastard who likes playing games. This time his target is Eliott and he can always get what he wants. 

Enjoy *finger guns*

Eliott knew the compound will be huge, he saw it on tv, but he was still in shock as he got out of his taxi. He paid for the ride, it wasn’t cheap, but he was willing to sacrifice all he had just to get here. He grabbed the strap of the quiver attached to his torso, feeling the weight of the steel arrows and his bow pulling him down. It felt like his legs were turned into concrete, heavy and immovable. Every step was like an eternity, his palms started sweating as he made his way inside the gigantic front yard towards the Avengers building. There was a chopper on his right, just waiting on the parking spot, ready to fly away at anytime. He knew the people who lived inside wouldn’t use it, they had flying supersuits, special wings, superpowers and quinjets. They liked to make a fancy entrance, especially Tony Stark. Not like any of this mattered in this exact moment. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, continuing his road towards the front of the building. Feet still heavy, heart thumping, threatening to burst out of his chest. Now that would be a good introduction. 

As he got closer, he had to squint his eyes, protecting it from the piercing sunlight that was reflecting from the gigantic windows. The weather was nice, not too hot, soft clouds swimming through the endless, blue pool above. He stopped, looking at his outfit. Black leather, tight and well fitting, belts snaking around his waist, his thighs, keeping his throwing knives - silver ones with handles carved out of bones - safe. Boots perfectly melted on his feet, thick sole, strengthened with steel. Hands covered in leather gloves that let his fingers free, except the index and middle finger on his right one. Designed especially for professional archers like him. 

He got kicked out of his thoughts rather literally when a blue flash appeared out of nowhere. During his years of hard practice and training, it was clear that his senses were extraordinary, just like his reflexes, but he still had problems focusing his attention. That’s what made this situation possible where he was laying on the ground, the handle of his bow hardly pressed to his back as a feet on his chest placed pressure on him. Gasping for air he tried to open his eyes, which wasn’t so easy considering the sun was shining right at his face, but then a shadowy silhouette leaned over him. His eyelids fluttered open, trying to take in his surroundings and for a second Eliott was sure it would be less blinding to stare at the sun. 

The boy was gorgeous. Fluffy brown hair surrounding a beautiful, smooth face with perfectly curved nose, pink lips and those damn blue eyes. Eliott wasn’t a poetic boy, but he could write long essays about the beauty of just those irises alone. He knew he was staring, mouth agape, not able to form the words, but it seemed like the boy had a clue who he was. With a slight movement he tilted his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. The smirk that appeared on his face was probably the most beautiful thing Eliott had ever seen, hands down. 

“You are the boy Clint is waiting for?” He spoke up and fuck, his voice was soft and smooth like warm honey, having a slight french accent, which just made him 1000 times more attractive. His foot was still pressing the archer boy down, not like he had any problems with it. He could put a leash around his neck, there wouldn’t be a complaint coming from his side. 

After long minutes of just staring into each other’s eyes, Eliott realized that there was a question he needed to answer. The boy above him didn’t seemed to be annoyed, on the contrary there was a playful spark in those ocean blue eyes. Trying to take a deep breath wasn’t a good idea considering he was pinned to the ground, but he did anyways, just to help himself find some confidence to speak with this angel. 

“Yes…” he muttered, voice sounding rather raspy. “My name is Eliott.” He managed to say it, but he kept finding himself at a loss of words under the gaze of the person above him.

“Welcome to the Avengers compound, pretty boy.” He said, leaning down even more and with that placing more pressure on Eliott’s already hurting chest. “You are going to have fun.” He added with a cheeky smile on his pretty face. Eliott knew he would already do anything for this boy without a single question just to see him smile again. He was pretty much fucked. 

“Lucas, what are you doing?” The high pitched voice came from where the entrance of the gigantic building was. Eliott could see the outlines of a girl, slim body, wearing black skirt, a grey shirt with a scarlet red jacket. Her curly hair was like a brown waterfall, surrounding a pretty face. Eliott could notice the similarities between her and the boy, Lucas’ features, not mentioning the soft French accent of both. 

“Nothing.” He replied and within a blink of an eye the pressure was gone from Eliott’s chest.

He could only see the blue flash as the angelic boy returned to his sister. Now he knew who they were, the Lallemant Twins, Lucas and Manon. Orphans that were used by the psychopath HYDRA scientists, experimenting and torturing them, making them have special powers to then use them as weapons against their enemies. But they got out, sided with the Avengers and helped them defeat the army of Ultron, the crazy robot that tried to drop the city of Sokovia on the Earth to destroy humanity with it. Of course Eliott didn’t know the details, but he had seen a lot of videos, read articles and interviews with people who were there during the battle. Lots of the citizens died or got hurt, it was a hard price to pay for saving everyone else. That’s what it means being an Avenger, Eliott knew it. 

He slowly got up from the ground, being sure that his back has a bow handle shaped hole now. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, who was now having a quiet conversation with his twin sister. He just realized what Lucas was wearing and he just didn’t know how to process that sight. The pants were fine, loose ones, black colored with two white stripes on the sides of his thighs, but the top… He was wearing a well fitting, long sleeved shirt, a combination of dark blue and grey mixing on it with lighting bolt shaped white stripes just on the place where his stomach area started. And it was tight, like really tight. 

Without realizing that he started walking forward, he suddenly found himself being close enough to catch some of their talk. It turned out to be difficult to focus on the actual words being said while seeing and hearing Lucas speak. The boy was just so soft and beautiful, Eliott couldn’t believe he actually fought with an army of lethal robots alongside big names like Clint Barton, Thor or Captain America. It just seemed impossible for this soft looking boy to hurt even a fly. 

“-cking care what he said, I’m going to handle this one.” Lucas sounded just a little bit frustrated as he was talking to his sister. Manon looked at Eliott over her brother’s shoulder and then let out a frustrated sigh. 

“Fine, but I am not going to save your ass from Clint again.” She said and with a smooth movement she spun around on her heels, disappearing behind the glass door. 

Eliott just stood there dumbfounded, as the other turned to him, wide smirk plastered to his face. Realization hit like a truck, only noticing now how small the boy in front of him actually was. He could hug him from behind, resting his chin on the top of his head easily. And damn if that didn’t make him want this brunette even more. 

“So, why are you here actually?” Lucas asked, trying to sound nonchalant with little success. He opened the door for the tall one who nodded as thanks, walking inside. 

~°~

Eliott was glad when they arrived to the training room where Clint Barton waited for them. Their walk was really awkward, at least to him, Lucas seemed to enjoy circling around him, asking the most random things. ‘How old are you?’ ‘Where are you from?’  ‘Are those knives on you thighs?’ ‘Wanna try throwing one at me?’ ‘Is this your natural hair color?’ ‘Can I touch your hair?’ ‘You wanna touch my hair?’ Of course he could barely stutter out a few words, completely embarrassing himself. This was the first time he felt so nervous around someone that he lost his voice and wasn’t able to speak. Usually he had too much confidence, being aware of his looks and skills, but this very short and also very fast boy seemed to make him turn into a shy, stuttering mess. 

As he stepped into the huge, empty room made out of steel and concrete. Half of the floor was covered in what looked like auburn linoleum, while the other half had epdm rubber flooring. In the middle stood the guy himself. The person Eliott looked up for ever since he heard the rumors about him. Clint Barton aka Hawkeye, the best archer in the whole world. Hair perfectly styled, oil green shirt loosely hanging on his well trained body, tight jeans wrapped around his legs, tucked into black boots. Suddenly his nervousness got doubled, hands getting sweaty. Lucas stepped forward, putting his hands on his waist. The man squinted his eyes at him before his face broke into a wide smile.

“There you are, you little bastard. I was looking for you.” Cint said, walking to the boy and patting him on the shoulder. “I see you found my visitor.” his eyes wandered towards the tall boy, who had to swallow, wiping off the sweat from his palms.

“Yeah, he’s fun, but very quiet.” Lucas responded, now turning around, another pair of eyes landing gazes on Eliott. 

“I… My name is Eliott.” he managed to force out the words. This would be much more easier, if that angelic brunette wouldn’t be there with them in the room. 

“Yeah, I know.” Clint said, looking at the boy next to him now. “Leave us alone, Lucas. I think you have training with Nat and Manon today.” he said cocking an eyebrow, sounding like a father who’s talking to his rather stubborn son. It was endearing to see this kind of relationship that Eliott could never had in his life. 

His father left him and his mother when he was just a baby, not even bothering to pay child support or visiting his son. He grew up in bad circumstances, struggling with money, which lead his mother to borrow cash from the most shady people. That’s why she ended up with a bullet in her head, that’s why Eliott got captured when he was 12, being tortured and trained to be their deadly assassin. To their bad luck, they couldn’t erase all the memories he shared with the mother they killed, so he waited. When the perfect opportunity came, he killed them all and escaped. Since then he was roaming the countries, leaving Paris and all its filth behind. Until he found out that the Avengers are looking for rookies, training them to become fighters. So he called the number, talked to a few people and now he was here. After long years of suffering, loneliness and fear, he found the place where he can get a reason to live.

He got dragged out of his spiraling thoughts when a blue flash, probably Lucas passed by him, leaving with the feeling of soft fingers brushing through his hair. It was so sudden and unexpected that he almost lost his balance, barely saving himself of landing on his back yet again. That boy really liked to play with him, using his speed to get maximum advantage. 

“I’m sorry about the kid.” Spoke Clint now, walking closer to Eliott, who quickly shook his head as weak try to get rid of the clinging feeling of the brunette’s touch. “I guess he’s excited. He is not allowed to leave the compound, so he doesn’t really have the chance to meet new people.” He explained with a soft smile on his face. 

“How old is he?” Eliott decided to ask, because he was genuinely curious about the boy. It felt like something inside him was pulling him towards Lucas, like they were connected. 

“He’s 17, too young if you ask me.” 

“Life doesn’t care how old you are, it just throws shit at your face and expects you to handle it.” Eliott replied, looking at his personal hero, who seemed to be impressed by his words. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet Nat, I think she would like you.” He said smirking. 

~°~

A whole week passed, filled with long hours of training with either Clint or Natasha. They were really good, like real professionals, which made Eliott realize that his skills weren’t much above average compared to them. But this just kept fueling his determination to become stronger, faster, never missing a shot. 

Sometimes as he met Lucas on the hallways or in the kitchen, but they didn’t have much time to talk both of them occupied with their own training. It still couldn’t make the archer boy forget about that soft touch or ignore the way sometimes the other was looking at him. Those ocean blue eyes haunted his dreams, chasing away the usual nightmares he had ever since he slaughtered his torturers. He knew they were bad people, that they deserved to die, if not for their other crimes, then just for killing his innocent mother. And still flashes of spilling blood, echoes of death screams and the sight of lifeless bodies were the only thing he could hear and see once he closed his eyes. Up until he met this gorgeous boy. 

It was Tuesday, his usual training were canceled due to a mission both Natasha and Clint had to participate in. Something happened that involved a guy named Brock Rumlow, so Captain Rogers decided to follow the leads. Eliott only had the chance to see the actual big names from afar considering both Tony Stark and Captain America were busy people. He once had a chance to chat with Sam Wilson, he’s a sympathetic dude with great humor, Eliott liked him a lot. Then there was Manon, the quiet one out of the twins. She’s spending most of her time with either Vision, the android with crazy powers or Natasha, trying to learn how to use her abilities in battle. 

Since there wasn’t much thing for him to do without training, he decided to spend his time outside by the river. He sat on the side of the wooden platform, back resting to one of the pillars that held the roof above his head. He looked at the sketchbook placed on his lap, opened on two blank pages, pen laying on his right ear. It was a long time ago since he had time to actually draw something, but he knew exactly what - or more like who - he wanted to draw. The person that got stuck in his mind ever since they met on the driveway of the compound. Someone with eyes so blue that the sky feels jealous, the ocean wants to hide by the sight of them. 

He let out a deep sigh, dragging his eyes away from the sketchbook to the calm water, trying to enjoy the quiet. There wasn’t any noise coming from inside the building like always, no one was arguing with F.R.I.D.A.Y. or training with explosives. There wasn’t a thing that could ruin this perfect moment. At least he thought so, until a certain fast boy appeared out of nowhere, creating a wind that almost flew Eliott’s sketchbook out of his lap into the river. Thankfully he had enough consciousness to catch it in time, saving it from getting soaked. He shot an angry look at the short boy, who was standing in front of him now, innocent smile plastered to his face. He was wearing sports grey sweatpants and a white shirt with the word ‘Désir’ written on it. Eliott hated the fact how he looked fucking gorgeous in those clothes too. 

“How’s it going?” he asked, running his fingers through the already disheveled hair. Eliott rolled his eyes, clutching his sketchbook to his chest to protect it from the chaos that this brunette was. 

“I was doing fine just a second ago.” Eliott replied. Just because he had a crush on this demonic angel, it didn’t mean he can’t be annoyed with his behavior. During the time he had spent here, it became crystal clear that Lucas lived on annoying the hell out of everyone. Which wasn’t that hard considering his abilities. 

“Wow, someone’s grumpy.” he smirked and crouched down just so their eyes could be on the same level. “I didn’t know you are drawing.” he said, nodding his head towards the sketchbook. 

“Only when I have time.” He said, his sudden anger starting to fade away, giving more space to the fucking nervousness again. This boy was affecting him in ways no one ever did before, which was a tad bit scary. Like the way he smiled made his heart beat crazy fast. “What do you want anyways?” he managed to ask.

“Well, since we both have some free time, I thought we could hang out.” he shrugged and sat down now too, pulling up his knees to his chest, resting his arms on it. Eliott tried not to focus on the veins that were clearly visible on his hands and forearms like this. 

“I would prefer to be alone.” He mumbled and that was the biggest lie in the history, because he wanted Lucas to stay, even if they don’t talk. 

“Yeah, I don’t care. I am going to stay.” He said with a wide smirk, resting his chin on his arms now, long eyelashes fluttering at him. Eliott was afraid that his heart is going to burst out of his chest. “So… you are an archer boy and an artist? What other talents you have?” He asked curiously, wiggling his perfectly curving eyebrows. The tall one sighed and dragged his eyes away from the boy, just to make talking easier. 

“That’s all basically. I am good at shooting and throwing stuff. I rarely miss my target.” His eyes followed a piece of grass floating down the river. This place was so calming and peaceful. It was a long time ago since he got a chance to appreciate nature and its beauty in any kind of way. He forgot how nice the summer breeze can feel on a heated day. How beautiful water looks when it’s mirroring the cloudless, bright blue sky. Everything in this world seemed to be so nice, innocent and sweet in this very moment, almost letting him forget about all the horrors he had seen in his life. All the things he had done. People he killed, tortured and hurt. These just faded away in the bright sunlight, the soft wind taking them far away, leaving nothing but serenity behind. 

“What about the drawing?” Lucas voice dragged him out of his thoughts so suddenly he got startled, letting his sketchbook go that was falling towards the water. Everything happened so fast, but within a blink of an eye, his sketchbook as home from his sight. He turned his head towards the boy in front of him, the black notebook in his hands. “That was close.” 

“Can you give me back?” He blurted out instead of saying thank you, which was not very polite, but he couldn’t care less. That sketchbook was too important for him. 

“What will I get if I give you back?” Lucas asked, playful smile appearing on his face as he got up and took a few steps back, keeping the notebook behind himself. Eliott squinted his eyes at the boy. 

“Nothing, that’s mine!” 

“But I saved it for you, therefore I deserve a reward, right?” He kept grinning as the archer boy got up, trying to get his sketchbook back, but he started just swaying around quickly and flawlessly. 

“No, it’s not how it works. Give it back, Lucas!” 

“Come and get it, Robin Hood!” He smirked, sticking out his tongue, slowly backing towards the building. Eliott walked forward with a determined look on his face, but deep inside he kinda enjoyed this little play. Lucas was adorable as he used his speed to get an advantage over him every time he tried to get back the little book. 

“You are so annoying! Give it back!” 

“I want a reward!” 

“What reward?” Eliott sighed, stopping now, placing his hands on his waist. The other one also staying put, looking at him mischievously. 

“Stay there and close your eyes.” he replied, bouncing on his feet excitedly. It was just so fucking adorable that Eliott couldn’t resist him, so he just let out a defeated sigh, closing his eyes slowly. He could feel the wind brushing through his hair, his nose filling with a scent he couldn’t recognize at first. It was like the smell of air right after the storm. Then before he could react, soft lips touched his own ever so slightly and carefully like being afraid of rejection. He opened his eyes just a little, taking in the sight of Lucas being so damn close, his features seemed even more beautiful, eyelashes casting long shadows on his pink cheeks. Hair falling to his face, making him look like the young, innocent boy he actually was. And fuck if Eliott didn’t fell for him in that exact moment. 

His hands moved on their own, grabbing the brunette’s waist, pulling him so close their bodies were almost pressed at each other and he captured those cherry lips with his own. He could feel the boy gasping into the kiss, the notebook falling out of his hands, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thump. Soft hands were snaking their way up on Eliott’s back, grasping into the black shirt he was wearing. Their kiss started off slow, searching, trying to see how far they can go with the other. In the next moment Eliott found himself pressed to a wooden pillar, the rough material digging into his skin, while a soft body was grinding on his front side. That was probably the best thing he had ever felt. With one hand he kept holding the boy’s waist, while the other was sliding down to grab his thigh, pulling him even closer.

After long minutes of kissing and trying to eat up the other’s face, Eliott pulled back, examining the boy, his flushed cheeks, swollen lips and his ocean eyes that were filled with desire. At least his shirt was accurate, which made the older one smirk. Lucas smirked back at him, fingers gripping into Eliott’s messy locks, pulling him down for an open mouthed kiss this time. Tongues swirling around each other. Not even the soft summer breeze could cool down their bodies now that they were burning in passion. 

Their heated up making out session was disturbed by the sound of the Avengers quinjet landing not too far from them. The boys broke apart, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling like idiots. Before Eliott could say a word, Lucas grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly and started to walk towards the building with him. 

“Let’s go and welcome the others.” he said on a cheerful tone, trying to fix his mess of a hair with his free hand. Eliott let out a heartfelt laugh and placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. 

“Sure thing, Sonic.” he muttered into his hair to which he got a disapproving look from the boy.

“Fuck off.” 

“Nah, you convinced me to stay. Now you gotta deal with my shit.” his smile didn’t seem to disappear anytime soon and damn if that wasn’t feeling good. Lucas gasped, placing his hand over his heart, faked shock plastered to his face.

“Oh, mon dieu! What have I done to myself?” voice dripping from sarcasm, while he was still holding Eliott’s hand. The tall boy laughed, pulling him closer and disentangling their fingers just so he could throw his arm around Lucas’ shoulder, realizing how well he fits there. 

“Just shut up.”

“Make me!” Lucas retorted, stopping in their tracks, turning his head to the side. That expectant look on his face was so alluring and sweet, Eliott couldn’t resist. Why would he resist? Therefore he closed the short distance between them, locking their lips together in a soft, slow kiss. 

When the weight disappeared from under him alongside with the soft mouth that was pressed to his just a second ago, he almost lost his balance, landing on the floor. He heard laughing from afar, turning his head towards the sound. Lucas was standing in the doorway, leaning to the frame, swinging Eliott’s sketchbook in his hands victoriously.

“Come on, Robin Hood! We have to go.” he said with his cheeky smile that made the tall boy’s heart beating faster. He shook his head with a soft laugh, jogging towards the building where the other was waiting for him. 

Now in this very moment Eliott felt like his life had a reason, that all those things happened to him in the past weren’t just to fuck him over, but to lead him towards this moment. He was meant to be here, meeting Lucas, falling for him. It sounded cheesy, so he would probably never admit it out loud, but in this playful boy he found his reason to keep going. And so he will, because he is not gonna let anyone take this away from him. Not this time.

~°~

Make sure to leave a comment or your opinion on this ficlet! I am super nervous, cause I can’t decide if this is a good one or not, but I really wanted to publish it already. 

Bious

#Skam France #Elu #An AU no one asked for #Elu MARVEL AU #Eliott Demaury #Lucas Lallemant #Elu fic #Elu fanfic #LEAVE COMMENTS #Lucas and Manon are twins yes #Eliott is a stuttering mess #but he's coming thru #they kiss #ony Clint Barton is presented #because reasons

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

My Dirty Little Secret Part 5

I decided to carry this on. After the lovely messages I've received, you honestly made me feel so much better and I have worked really hard on this... Fair warning, the angst continues ;) This is more of a filler chapter. Parts of this series explore the readers relationships outside of theirs and Duncan’s relationship so apologies if this is boring. Gif credit to @sojournmichael

Summary: You’re happy with your boyfriend, Duncan Shepherd, until certain people and events get in the way.

Triggers: Swearing, angst, mentions of cheating. 

Y/N! That article was great! How did you get the insider information on this?” Mr Miller asked you?

“I have my ways, boss” You winked at him

“Well carry it on. We need this type of revenue, the exposure on this case is going to be big and I want you on the front lines”

“Yes, Sir”

“And you’re attending the Shepherd Charity Gala tomorrow aren’t you?”

“Yes sir, however I will be in attendance with my mother” you informed him.

“Great, well if you can, see if you can get some one on one time with Duncan Shepherd! That man is an enigma but he could provide great business. Would be good to have him on board”

You inwardly laughed. You’d had plenty of one on one time with Duncan Shepherd.

Not in the way your boss was thinking of but if one on one time with Mr Shepherd was what he wanted, you planned on getting just that.

However it had been a while. You’d barely seen him over the past few days, both of you so entwined with work you barely had time to think.  

You decided to give him a call once your boss had left your office.

“Well if it isn’t the biggest reporter in all of DC right now” His honey laced voice rang through your phone.

“So you’ve read the article then” you chuckled

“Saw him on the news last night get carted off in shackles. How did you ever uncover that he was the one embezzling all of that money?”

“The devil is in the details, darling” you drawled

“Well how about we grab dinner tonight and you can tell me all about it?” He enquired

“I’d love that. It feels like ages since I’ve seen you” You told him, softly.

You were actually sort of sad, you two hadn’t normally spent this long apart.  

“I’ve missed you too baby. Why don’t you come over tonight and I’ll cook?”

“I’d rather not spend tomorrow with food poisoning thanks, we’ll order out” You laughed at him

Duncan matched your laughter on the other end of the line.

“fair enough. I’ll see you tonight around 7?”

“Sounds great” You confirmed

“I love you baby”

It filled you with happiness hearing him say that. Even after months, you still weren’t used to it.

“I love you too” You smiled

You’d just come out of a meeting with your department as you entered your office only to see Matt sat there with a rather smug grin plastered across his face.

“And what are you smiling about” you asked him inquisitively.

“Did you finally hear back from that lawyer you went on a date with” trying to match his enthusiasm  

“No, he was far too boring” he told you while rolling his eyes at the memory

“You have a surprise” He told you smugly.

There on your desk was a huge bouquet of flowers.

Filled to the brim with Roses, Lilies, and Gardenias.

Ignoring the sickly sweet smell, the sight was beautiful. All pinks, reds, oranges and yellows.

You smiled so wide you could’ve put the Cheshire cat to shame.

“Sooo, who are they from” Matt butted in.

Looking around the bouquet for the card, you finally found the tiny envelope.

“This would be the work of Duncan” You told Matt

You finally found the tiny placement card. Carefully opening it to avoid tearing the message, you took out the small piece of card so you could read it.

Your stomach sank. You felt sick.

Your breathing turned shallow as you cast your eyes over the italicised font.

‘Tiffany Turner,

I know it might seem as if I haven’t been around as much as we’d both like but I want you to know how much I appreciate you and adore you. You are an astounding woman and I thank myself every day that you are a part of my life. I can’t thank you enough for being there, for being amazing, for being you.

All my love,

Duncan’

Your lip started to quiver and your hands were shaking with rage.

Your eyes started to blur thanks to the tears that were pooling in your eyes, from anger or heartbreak, you couldn’t tell.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?”

Matt rushed to your side getting worried as to your sudden change in demeanour.

Grabbing the card from your fingers, his eyes quickly scanned over the text.

“Okay, hold up, who the hell is Tiffany Turner?” He asked?

“Duncan’s secretary” You mumbled almost incoherently

“Why the fuck would he be sending his secretary flowers” Matt wondered aloud

“You tell me” you said as a few tears began to cascade down your face

“There has to be some mistake” Matt tried to reason.

“I know what you’re thinking and if that were the case, there’s no way Duncan would send his side chick flowers to his current girlfriend’s office, there has to be a mistake there”

“I think the mistake is I never should’ve trusted Duncan Shepherd” You told him. Vemon lacing every word.

“Hon, I know you’re angry but listen to me” Matt tried to reason with you.

“He wouldn’t be calling you up, inviting you round for a meal to go and then send another woman flowers. He’s as good looking as he is cunning, just don’t overreact yet. You’re seeing him tonight aren’t you?”

You just nodded, too shocked to form any words.

“Well then, don’t bring up the flowers until you see him. If he asks in the meantime, don’t answer, just go about as you normally would. Then when you’re with him, bring it up. Gauge his reaction. You’ll be able to tell if something is up from his reaction to you asking him”

You just nodded again. You knew Matt was right however you weren’t in the mood to be thinking clearly.

“Get them out of my office please” You said as you gestured your head to the flowers.

Matt quickly did as he was told, bundling them up and out of your office leaving you to come up with a decision on how to approach the subject of your lying cheating boyfriend.  

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girls like dollies chapter 7 (trixya) - lale

Thank you so much for all of the amazing feedback on the chapters so far! You have no idea how much each and every single comment means to me. Thanks again to Matilda and fleursverts for cheering me on this whole time!!

“Please can we just go through those first few scenes one more time?”

“You know your lines, Tracy. I think you know every single line in the whole play!”

“Please? I don’t want to mess it up, we have to be word perfect for rehearsals tomorrow.”

Katya sighed, flopping backwards on her bed so that her head dangled off its edge, legs propped straight up against the wall. She had the script for Trixie’s play hanging from one hand, pages half folded down where they’d gone through it so many times. “Can we watch Contact after?” she bargained, shooting Trixie an upside down grin. Trixie rolled her eyes, swinging her legs from her spot perched on Katya’s desk.

“You know Ginger will go crazy if she comes back and finds us watching it again,” she said.

“She’s with Kennedy and Jasmine, you know what they’re like once they start gossiping. Who knows when she’ll be back? One more time and then Contact?” Katya pressed, flipping back to the beginning of the script.

“Oh my god, fine. One day you’re going to get sick of that movie and I hope I’m there for the moment,” Trixie said. Katya gasped, looking scandalized.

“Take that back,” she said.

“No!” Trixie laughed when Katya pulled a face at her, hopping off the desk to go and sit beside her on the bed. Katya pulled her legs down, pushing herself up with her hands on the floor and rolling over to lay on her stomach, chin on her hands. Trixie lay back beside her, head propped up on Katya’s pillows.

Things had been easy since the day of Katya’s meltdown – well, maybe not easy, but certainly easier. Now that Trixie knew how Katya felt, how nervous she could get and how sometimes the constant anxiety that was eating away at her could get too much, she’d gotten a little better at picking up on the cues that told her Katya was struggling. She knew when Katya just needed quiet and when she needed to be distracted with jokes and laughter. On those days when Katya needed peaceful company from her, the two of them holed up in one of their rooms, Trixie wondered about telling her about her family. Most of the time she didn’t even want to think about it, but there were times when she found herself practically choking on the desire to spill her guts about it all, and there was no one other than Katya she would trust with it. But the moment was never right; she’d open her mouth and the words would die on her tongue. She wanted to open up to Katya, give up as much of her history as Katya had given her, but she didn’t know how.

“Trixie!” Katya tapped her thigh, looking at her expectantly. Trixie blinked at her, then gave her a bashful smile.

“I’m ready!” she said, giggling when Katya dramatically cleared her throat before she started to read out the first lines before Trixie’s. They’d gone over Trixie’s scenes dozens of times, to the point where Trixie wouldn’t have been surprised if Katya was as word perfect on them as she was. She might not have gotten the parts she’d had her heart set on, but she still had a good part – besides, it had been worth it to make sure that she was there for Katya.

“See! You know every single word, you have nothing to worry about,” Katya said when they reached the end, dropping Trixie’s script to the floor beside her bed and reaching for her laptop.

“And if I don’t, I think I can count on you to step in for me,” Trixie replied. Katya laughed, nudging Trixie over and laying pressed up against her side as she propped her laptop up on the edge of her bed.

“I’m not great at learning lines. I did a play here back when I first got here and they gave me this whole huge monologue at the beginning…I completely fucked it up! It was a mess,” she said, shaking her head.

“That was when you were young! I bet you know all of my lines as well as I do,” Trixie insisted. Katya cocked her head, considering.

“Well, I do have one monologue that I keep up my sleeve for these kinds of occasions,” she said, looking up at Trixie with wide eyes.

“What is it?” Trixie asked curiously, turning onto her side beside her. Katya cleared her throat again, then tossed her hair over her shoulder before fixing Trixie with a solemn expression, eyes wide and earnest.

“I had an experience. I can’t prove it. I can’t even explain it. But everything I know as a human being, everything I am…tells me it was real. I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever. A vision of the universe that tells us undeniably how tiny and insignificant, and how rare and precious we all are. A vision that tells us that we belong to something, that is greater than ourselves, that none of us are alone. I wish I could share that. I wish that everyone, if even for one moment could feel that awe and humility and hope…” Katya kept her gaze fixed on Trixie as she spoke, and Trixie was so lost in looking into her eyes that she barely took in the words she was saying. It was only when Katya’s lips starting to quirk up into a smile that Trixie realized what was happening, and she let out a loud shriek of laughter and pulled the pillow from beneath Katya’s head, dropping it onto her.

“I can’t believe you know that whole fucking monologue!” she said indignantly, while Katya wriggled around beside her, limbs flailing as she wheezed with laughter, looking monumentally proud of herself.

“I can’t believe it took you that long to recognize it! You haven’t seen this movie enough,” she said, giving Trixie a bright grin. Trixie rolled her eyes, replacing the pillow beneath their heads. She carefully untucked the strands of Katya’s hair that got trapped underneath it before she lay down properly again, looking up at the ceiling as Katya let the movie start playing. Maybe Trixie hadn’t recognized what Katya had been saying immediately, but she definitely knew Contact too well by this point. She had no idea why Katya loved it so much, but Trixie didn’t mind putting up with it just to see the absolute joy it seemed to bring her.  

The movie started to play, but Katya looked over at Trixie. “What are you doing for the holidays, Tallulah?” she asked, reaching out to twist one of Trixie’s curls around her fingers. Trixie huffed but didn’t stop her, preoccupied by her question.

“I don’t know,” she said, admitting it to herself as well as Katya. She’d been so focused on the play coming up that she hadn’t let herself stop and consider what she’d do when she was supposed to go home for the holidays. It wasn’t that far away now, and she had no idea what would happen. Would they put her back in another group home? She couldn’t imagine anything more depressing that spending her Christmas break with a bunch of strangers.

“How about Thanksgiving? Are you normally at home or do you go see family?” Katya asked her.

“At home, normally,” Trixie said, chewing on her lip. It was the truth; normally it was a quiet day at home, just her immediate family. But this year Trixie wouldn’t be a part of that. Would it still be the same back home? Would anyone even mention her when they all sat down to dinner? She mentally shook herself, determined not to dwell. She managed to stop herself from thinking about it all too much most of the time; it felt far away now, long ago enough that she didn’t quite have to remember it was real. “What about you guys? Is Thankgiving even a thing in Russia?” she asked Katya, deflecting the topic away from herself. Katya laughed, fingertips brushing against Trixie’s collarbone as she braided her curls.

“It’s the all American holiday! I’ve gone to Florida with Ginger the last couple of years. It’s too far to go home just for Thanksgiving. What about Christmas, what do you guys do?” she asked. Trixie’s stomach knotted, she wished Katya wouldn’t ask so many questions. She didn’t want to keep anything from Katya, and part of her ached to open up and let out everything she’d been bottling up, but she was scared that if she started she wouldn’t stop.

“It’s not a big deal. Food, presents, family, everything you’d expect. I want to hear about Christmas in Russia! Is it different?” she pressed, plastering a smile on her face. For a moment Katya’s eyes were narrowed, but then she smiled back at her, vibrant and genuine.

“It is! But I haven’t been there for Christmas in years. My parents come here for Christmas,” she explained.

“How come? Don’t you want to go home?” Trixie asked. Katya shrugged.

“I’m with my family. It doesn’t matter where we are,” she said. She made it sound so simple, and it made Trixie’s throat tighten, unexpected tears stinging at the back of her eyes. She blinked desperately, tipping onto her back to mask the way her breathing hitched. Katya made it sound so straightforward, and maybe it was, for her. Her vision blurred a little and her eyelashes were wet, and she quickly reached up to dab at them with the side of her finger.

“Trix?”

“Hm?” Trixie swallowed hard and purposefully avoiding looking over at Katya where she’d propped herself up on an elbow to look at Trixie. Trixie looked over at the wall instead, the haphazard collage of Katya’s drawings and pictures and articles she’d saved.

“Trixie, is there something—”

“Hey! I didn’t know this was up here,” Trixie said, pointing up at a torn piece of paper stuck directly above Katya’s pillow. It was the silly doodle she’d drawn in Katya’s notes months ago in her attempts to cheer her up. Katya was still for a moment, and Trixie all but held her breath as she waited to see if Katya would let her change the subject.

“Of course it is!” Katya said eventually, leaning over Trixie to tap at the drawing, a wide, warm smile spreading across her face. Her body pressed against Trixie’s side, and kept her fingertips on the edge of the drawing. Her hair dangled over Trixie’s face and she could smell the last cigarette she’d had on her, her thigh bumping against Trixie’s.

“I didn’t even think you’d noticed it,” Trixie admitted, brushing Katya’s hair away where it was tickling her nose. Katya looked down at her in surprise, bracketing her arms either side of Trixie’s head as she hovered over her.

“Of course I did. I know I was a total bitch that day, but you…” Katya trailed off, looking back at the drawing. Trixie glanced over at it too, the torn edges of the page and the way they were a little crumpled, like someone had been toying with them. “I like it. I like us, having us up there. I like how you see me,” Katya said, her voice softer than Trixie was used to.

“It’s just a dumb cartoon. You’re the artist, not me,” Trixie said, cheeks warm at the sincerity in Katya’s words.

“It’s cute! You captured my wooden teeth perfectly,” Katya insisted, stretching her smile out into an exaggerated grin until Trixie had to laugh. Katya laughed too, and Trixie could feel it vibrating against her body.

“Do you ever feel like it’s weird?” Trixie asked. Katya cocked her head, quizzical expression on her face. “How quickly we made friends, when I got here? It was like you saw me that first evening and just…decided you were going to be my friend.” Katya considered her, blue eyes thoughtful, and Trixie bit her lip. Then she shrugged.

“You make sense to me,” Katya said simply, and Trixie swallowed hard when Katya’s thumb stroked lightly over her arm. The air around her felt thick, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Katya’s. She felt hyper aware of how close they were, skin tingling and stomach knotted as Katya shifted above her.

“You make sense to me, too,” she whispered, because she couldn’t say anything else. It was the truth – she’d never met anyone like Katya before, and she couldn’t imagine not having her in her life. Katya smiled wide, and it was all Trixie could do to return it.

“We fit, don’t we?” Katya said, thumb pressing lightly into Trixie’s skin. It felt like Trixie’s blood was running too close to the surface, throbbing under Katya’s touch as more of Katya’s body pressed into hers and making her skin feel like it had been set alight. A pointed knee settled between her own, brushing against the soft skin of Trixie’s inner thighs and Trixie choked back a gasp, chest tightening.

“Yeah,” she breathed. She squirmed a little at the intensity of the feeling building in the pit of her stomach, and Katya brushed her fingers through Trixie’s hair, delicately tucking her curls behind her ear.

“Trixie, I—”

Trixie cut Katya off before she could speak, giving into the indescribable urge to lean up and press her lips to Katya’s. Her lips were soft and warm and plump under her own and Katya sank into her immediately, closing the distance between them to press their bodies together. Her hand slid from Trixie’s hair to cup her cheek, the warm strength of her body settled against Trixie’s as Trixie drew her knees up, thighs slotted against Katya’s.

It felt right, the light touch of Katya’s fingertips as she tilted her head, carefully opening Trixie’s lips beneath her own and licking into her mouth. Trixie couldn’t help the quiet whimper that escaped her, fingers sinking into the back of Katya’s hair as her arm wound around her back, clinging to the thin material of her shirt. She could feel the heat of Katya’s skin through her shirt, not an inch of space between them as Katya kissed her deeply. It was all Trixie could do to return the kiss, Katya’s warm breath puffing against her upper lip from her nose and her hand sliding slowly down Trixie’s side, short nails scraping lightly. Trixie bit down on her lip at the way her whole body tingled at the touch. It felt like her skin was pulled too tight, buzzing at every sensation and ready to burst with the hot waves of new feelings Katya was drawing from her. She tried to pull her closer, fingers pressing against Katya’s scalp and her stomach tightening at the moan Katya let out against her lips. She crowded in closer to her, teeth grazing lightly over Trixie’s lower lip before she kissed her hungrily again. Trixie felt boneless, any tension in her body sprung tightly in her lower stomach as she clung to Katya for dear life.

Outside Katya’s room, a door slammed loudly. Trixie jumped in surprise, her whole body jerking and lips pulling away from Katya’s. She tried to catch her breath, breathing heavily as Katya panted against her cheek. Trixie felt stunned, suddenly on high alert as her mind raced.

What had just happened? This was her best friend and her best friend was a girl and Trixie had kissed her and what was she doing?

Katya’s hand squeezed her side lightly and Trixie opened her eyes to find Katya looking at her with a soft, almost dopey smile on her face. “Trixie,” she said, voice quiet as she leaned in again to press their lips together.

“Stop!” Trixie gasped, heart racing as she jolted upwards, scrabbling to get out from underneath Katya. Katya was still for a moment, but then she kneeled up, letting Trixie roll off the bed until she was standing in front of it. “I can’t,” she said, stepping backwards and trying to block out the way Katya was looking at her, surprise and then hurt crossing her face. Trixie’s heart was beating fast and there was a hot lump in her throat as she reached the door, grabbing the handle with a shaking hand. What had she been thinking? Ginger could have come back or any of the girls could have walked in, and what would they have found? How could she have been so stupid? She’d let some crazy moment of madness take over.

“Trixie, wait—”

Not daring to look back over her shoulder, Trixie opened the door, letting it shut behind her with a bang as she fled.

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[badassbaker]

The International Language-Part 4

This part is going to hop around a bit with the POV, but I think it’s easy enough to follow. I’m so happy with how this turned out. This installment is quite a bit longer than the others! There may be some editing still to happen, but I am looking forward to start work on Part 5. HUGE thanks go to @iammarylastar for help with the translations!

Enjoy!

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His POV

As the morning light streamed in through the curtained window of the bedroom, I woke more comfortable and rested than I could remember. Despite the early hour and the wine I had consumed the previous evening, every second was etched into my brain and the thoughts played over and over again as I slowly opened my eyes. Taking a moment to appreciate the quiet of the room and the softness of the bed, I glanced down and looked at the angel asleep on my chest. Some of her dark hair had fallen across her face in the night and the hand that was tucked underneath her chin rested on my chest. Right before she had drifted off, she told me that she usually had trouble sleeping. Gazing at her now, cocooned in the soft blankets and resting at my side, I was glad that she was able to find some peace last night. I like to think that I had something to do with that; because, being here in her presence was definitely the reason for my restful night.

This was something I never did-meeting someone and spending the night. Call me old fashioned, but so-called “one night stands” gave the wrong message, especially now at the point in my life when I wanted more. But I couldn’t imagine walking away from her last night. I hadn’t felt a connection like this in as long as I could remember, possibly ever. When she asked me to stay the night, I couldn’t say “yes” quickly enough.

Our conversation throughout the evening had been so amazing. She told me about books she loved, articles she read for work research, and her best friend’s kids whom she had known since both were born. She was enthusiastic about the things she spoke of and it made me so happy to watch her face light up. She spent her weekends frequenting local bookstores and breweries or working in her yard. I loved hearing these details about a life that she described as “boring”. It was anything but that to me. I smiled while imagining her doing these things. The best thing was the way she treated me. I never once felt like I was being interviewed or scrutinized. She looked at me as nothing other than a person. I only hoped that she got the same feelings in her chest looking at and talking with me as I did with her.

Yes, she was also gorgeous. But gorgeous in a totally real way. I’ve spent a lot of time on sets with actresses; and while I loved it, those women had to look beautiful because of a clause in their contract. And over the years, I discovered that a lot of that beauty really only ran skin deep. So much of it was manufactured. The sets, the costumes, the makeup, the lights...it was all a show. Nothing about the woman at my side was artifice. She was shapely and soft-curved where a woman should be. Thick hair, smooth skin, strong thighs, and full, gorgeous breasts. I hadn’t gotten to see ALL of her last night, but I had been given free rein to touch and kiss anywhere I wanted. Of course, there was some of that, but I mostly just wanted to hold her. She grounded me. She made me smile. She made me happy.

As if sensing my thoughts, she let out a soft sound that was sort of a cross between a sigh and a whimper. I hoped that she wasn’t having a bad dream and pulled her closer to me. Just before drifting off last night, she had gotten up to change into a camisole and a pair of boyshorts. The cami hugged her curves beautifully and I’d be lying if I said that the alpha male part of me didn’t greatly appreciate getting to hold her all night with so little clothing between us. I ran a hand down her back and stopped at the curve of her hip where I was met with the line of her shorts. She immediately quieted and snuggled further into my side, her soft breasts pressed against me in the most comforting way. She was so warm that I found myself never wanting to get out of this bed. For lack of a better description, touching her and kissing her last night was...fun. We didn’t have sex, but there had been plenty of contact. And laughing…couldn’t forget that. She was unbelievably funny and I appreciated it more than she knew. The vixen currently wrapped around me was a supremely enticing combo of beauty, toughness, and brains. Not to mention that she seemed to like me quite a bit. I had never in my life gotten my hands on a woman who was so sweet and simultaneously so fucking sexy. She was so responsive to me and I hadn’t even been inside her...yet. Thoughts of her arching and moving with me played over and over in my sleep addled brain. Some were recollections from the night before and some were wishes for the nights to come…

Before I got too lost in my thoughts, I decided to get the morning started and gently slipped out of bed as carefully as I could.

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The little cottage kitchen was simple, but had everything I needed in the fridge. It was a fairly warm morning, and I peered out the open window above the sink as I prepared breakfast for the sleeping beauty in the next room. The rising sunlight over the vineyard was breathtaking. I hummed softly to myself, simply basking in the complete contentment of the last 24 hours.

About 30 minutes into my work, I heard soft footsteps making their way towards the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder and was greeted with the resplendent sight of my girl still in her sleep shorts, but with a huge Butler University sweatshirt added on top and her hair piled up in a messy bun. She gave me a soft smile before greeting me with an even softer, “Good morning.”

My heart stopped. This was what I wanted. I wanted it every morning. I wanted to wake up and see her with her disheveled hair and giant sweatshirt with a bulldog on the front. Without saying a word, I stalked towards her with my own wide smile plastered on my face and scooped her up into my arms. I walked back into the kitchen and set her carefully down on counter before pulling her towards me and tucking her head securely against my chest. I just breathed and held her for a moment before I felt her arms snake around my waist to pull me against her more completely. For several minutes, we simply stood in the kitchen wrapped up in each other and the gorgeous morning. Without releasing my hold, I snaked a hand between us and cupped her chin. I leaned back just enough to tilt her head up and without even a second of hesitation, I bowed my head and connected my lips with hers. This kiss was just as perfect as the first from the night before, but with so much more behind it. She opened to me without reservation and I accepted the invitation without pause. It was obvious that she had brushed her teeth before making her way to find me in the kitchen, but I could still taste her. She tasted so sweet and I suddenly couldn’t get enough. My hands worked their way to the hem of her sweatshirt and began to lift it upwards.  

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

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Her POV

When I woke up this morning after one of the greatest nights of my life, I was initially disappointed to find that the spot next to me had been vacated-especially since its inhabitant had been so amazing. My displeasure was short-lived, however. Once I had taken a moment to sit up and stretch, I realized that I had most definitely not been left alone. Smells of coffee, bacon, and eggs were wafting through the cottage and I could hear the faint hum of a baritone voice coming from the kitchen. I got up, took a moment to brush my teeth, and pulled on my oversized Butler sweatshirt. I always loved the big, goofy bulldog face on the front. It was a bit stretched out from years of wear, but I loved it all the same.

I shuffled quietly towards the sounds and smells in the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of a heart-stoppingly handsome man cooking breakfast. He hadn’t put on a shirt and was still in just his boxer shorts. The sight of his strong, muscular back and shoulders made my mouth water just as much as the smell of the omelets currently cooking away on the stovetop. Before I had the chance to sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around that toned torso, he turned and caught me approaching. The smile that lit up his face made my heart melt. This was what I wanted. I wanted it every morning. To wake up and find him busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast in his boxers with his hair sticking out in every direction.  

As I wished him good morning, he came towards me without a word and scooped me up in his powerful arms. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. He set me on the kitchen counter and just held me. I felt safe and so cared for, but there was still a current of need radiating through me. We hadn’t had sex last night, even though I’m sure that we both would have gone along with it had one of us decided to initiate it. Instead, we just held each other all night long. Laughing, kissing, touching…it was perfect.

I felt a hand under my chin and I lifted my head to stare into the face of the man who had come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time. He lowered his face to kiss me. The kiss was gentle, but deep; and I found myself wanting more. He must have felt the same; because in that moment, I felt his hands at the hem of my sweatshirt, gently lifting the fabric upwards. Oh yes, I was definitely ready for this kind of wake-up. Breakfast could wait.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

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I pulled away from him reluctantly and glanced at the wooden door of the cottage where the interruption originated.

“Shit. Um, just a moment, please!” I called towards the door.

I stared back at him apologetically before giving him a smirk and pulling his face close for an eskimo kiss. I gently pushed him back, even though every cell in my body wanted to keep him close in that moment. He put his hands on my waist and helped me hop down from the counter, giving my butt a small tap as I headed to greet (or kill) whoever decided to arrive and interrupt my sexy morning fun.

I opened the door and came face to face with the elderly owners of the vineyard. I had met them both on the night that I arrived and they were the most wonderful couple. When I arrived alone on my first evening there, they immediately invited me up to the main house for some wine after I had gotten settled and unpacked. They were both gifted storytellers. Alain and Noelle were both in their seventies and had been friends as children. They spent countless summer days running through the vines and playing under the hot summer sun. Noelle’s family had sadly moved away when she was 14 years old and she did not return to her hometown until her mid-twenties once she was finished with university. One night while home visiting her grandparents, who still lived in the area at the time, she happened to encounter a man from a local vineyard who was hosting a wine tasting at a local bistro in town. It was Alain. He said that he recognized her immediately, and one year later, they were married and running the vineyard together.

“Bonjour, Comment allez-vous ce matin?”, I said brightly as I smiled at them. I knew that my French was dreadful, but I felt the need to try for them.

“Oh, good morning to you too, sweetheart. We are fine today”, Alain said amiably in heavily accented English. “You do not have to speak French with us. We speak and understand English just fine. And, to be perfectly honest, my dear…your accent is horrible.”

I had to laugh. Even when saying something like that, Alain’s charming smile and kind eyes made me acutely aware that he was not trying to be harsh.

“My dear, you look so well rested”, Noelle stated. “The French countryside agrees with you!”

I couldn’t help my blush.

“Yes, Noelle. I think you’re right about that. Now, what can I do for you this morning? I’m sure that you didn’t wander all the way out here just to say ‘Good morning.’”

“No dear, we didn’t”, Alain said. “We wanted to let you know that we would be doing some harvesting today. We weren’t sure of your plans and didn’t want you to be disturbed by all of the extra activity outside.”

“Oh, thank you so much for telling me. I’m not sure of my plans yet for today.”

As I said this, I felt a large hand wrap around my waist. I hadn’t even heard him walk up behind me. Peering quickly over my shoulder, I gave him a twinkling smile, while also silently thanking my lucky stars that he had put on jeans and a t-shirt. As good as he looked in his underwear, I wasn’t ready to share that with anyone else…even Alain and Noelle. He looked back at me with a returning grin of his own. Noelle’s eyes got very large and Alain could not help but carefully scrutinize my companion. However, being the wonderful people they were, both did this with smiles on their faces.

Matthias, like the true gentleman he was, stepped out from behind me and extended his hand to Alain after giving Noelle a quick kiss on each cheek. Then, in perfect French, he said, “Bonjour. Votre maison est vraiment charmante. Mon nom est Matthias. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.”

With a deep blush darkening her cheeks, Noelle spoke first.

“Oh, my dear, we weren’t aware that you had company! Matthias, it is lovely to meet you. So sorry to intrude. But allow us to extend an invitation to you both. If you would like to wander through the estate today, there will be quite a bit to see and do. Being one of the smaller vineyards, we do almost everything by hand. You two are welcome to explore wherever you would like.”

“That sounds lovely. Thank you both so much! It looks like it’s going to be a perfect day and I can’t imagine a better way to spend it than outside in the vineyard.”

While I was speaking, I felt Matthias reach for my hand and entwine his fingers with my own. It felt so natural. I squeezed and he squeezed back. I didn’t even need to look at him to know that he was smiling. It was an unspoken signal that he was with me for the day. I had hoped that he would be able to stay; and I was secretly grateful that Alain and Noelle had saved us from having the ‘what would you like to do today’ conversation-even though I imagine it would have been anything but painful.

“Well, it’s settled then!” Alain spoke with a flourish. “You two will be our special guests for the day. We are going to head back up to the house to have our own breakfast and leave you two to…um, continue your morning. See you soon! Au revoir!”

“Au revoir,” Matthias and I said in unison. We each gave a small wave to the departing couple as they made their way back up the path towards the villa. I could hear them speaking lowly to each other in French as they left. I could catch one or two words, but didn’t get meaning from any of it. Matthias was listening as well.

Just before closing the door, he called to Alain, “Je vous assure que mes intentions sont bonnes. Je prendrai bien soin d'elle.”

He shut the door and turned back to me, pulling me towards him by the sides of my sweatshirt. Just as he was going to kiss me, I had to ask.

“So, what was all of that?”

“Well”, he said, wrapping his arms all the way around me and pulling me flush to his chest, “Noelle said that I was very handsome. Remind me to thank her for that later, please. But I was responding to Alain. What he said was, ‘J'espère que c'est un gentil garçon’, which means that he hopes I am a good man.”

“Hmmmm, little does he know, you are a total scoundrel.”

Matthias clutched a hand to his chest in mock hurt before giving me a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“And what about you? You said something back. What was it?”

“Well, I said, ‘Je vous assure que mes intentions sont bonnes. Je prendrai bien soin d'elle,’ which means ‘I promise that my intentions are good.’ And then…I promised to take care of you.”

I opened my mouth to say something back, but nothing came. He had promised to take care of me. It was all I wanted. Instead of trying to find the right words, I reached up and placed a hand behind his neck to pull him to me. His lips were soft and he tasted like coffee. As I pulled myself closer to him, I stood up on my tiptoes to wrap both arms around his neck. He responded in kind and crouched to pick me up by the backs of my thighs. For a moment, I thought we were going back into the bedroom to resume what we had started before our unexpected visitors arrived. However, Matthias surprised me once again. With me wrapped around him, he walked us back into the kitchen, our lips never separating. He set me on the counter in the exact spot where I had been before. For what seemed like hours, he just kissed me. We alternated between small sweet pecks and deep, wet, devouring, drugging kisses.

He gave me one last soft kiss before drawing back just far enough to look into my eyes. Both hands cradled my face and he gently circled his thumbs against my cheeks. The way he stared at me, I expected something beautiful and profound to come out of his mouth.

“So…I made breakfast.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that came from my throat. It was perfect. Better than whatever poetry or other silly beautiful thing I imagined him saying. He laughed with me and lifted me gently off the counter to help him finish preparing our feast.

We ate standing up in the kitchen, sharing stories and laughing and feeding each other. When the conversation would occasionally stop, the silence was never awkward. He would smile, or brush his hand somewhere across my body, or lean in for a kiss.

He had already showered before I got up, so I went to get myself cleaned up and ready for our day while he took care of the mess in the kitchen. I put on a loose, comfy pair of jeans, my favorite teal Converse sneakers, and a simple black halter top.

It was going to be warm and we’d be outside for a lot of the day. I figured it would be nice to get some sun; and, I can’t say that having a bit of extra exposed skin around Matthias didn’t also hold some appeal. I put on some tinted moisturizer with sunscreen, a coat of mascara, and some fruity lip balm. I left my hair in loose waves and grabbed my sunglasses before going back out into the main area of the cottage to reunite with my date for the day. He was wearing his same jeans from last night and had slipped into a plaid shirt that I had seen hanging in the closet when I arrived. He wore a sea green V-neck t-shirt underneath. I assume that both had been left by a previous guest. Matthias looked unbelievably handsome in his newly acquired clothes. His own sunglasses were perched on top of the nest of hair that was still slightly mussed from the morning’s activities.

He heard me walk into the living room and looked at me approvingly with very obvious heat in his eyes.

“Babe, you look absolutely gorgeous. I still can’t believe that this is really my day. I feel that I’m going to wake up any moment alone in my hotel back in the city and realize that this is all a dream. How in the hell did I go from leaving Belgium with a broken heart to standing here in this beautiful cottage with you? I can’t wait to spend the entire day by your side. If waking up with you in my arms this morning was the best thing that happened to me today, I would have gone through the rest of it with a smile on my face. But now…I get to spend the entire day doing this.”

At these last words, he leaned down and gave me a deep, slow kiss that made my toes curl.

“And I’ve also decided another thing. I want to be with you until you leave. I know that we have to talk about all of this at some point, but you’re here for another three days. I want those three days to be with me. If you’ll have me, that is.”

I gave him the biggest smile I could muster and then jumped up into his arms. I kissed every part of his face and neck that I could reach, all the while laughing and just saying his name and the word ‘yes’ over and over again.

He seemed satisfied with my response, and when my enthusiasm finally seemed to be under control, we walked to the door hand in hand. He slipped his own sunglasses on his face before reaching to the top of my head to grab mine and place them gently over my eyes. He opened the door and sunlight streamed in. Together we walked out into the sunshine.

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His POV

All through the rows of vines, we could see workers crouching down to release the fragrant grapes from their vines. Each had a small cart with two or three wooden buckets next to him or her, and it was fascinating to watch how quickly each bucket was filling up. We gave a small wave or nod to each person we passed, sometimes stopping to watch for a few moments. My girl would take each stop as an opportunity to grab my hand or lean her head against my shoulder. I took each one of these stops as my own chance to wrap an arm around her waist or drop a soft kiss to the top of her head. If a more perfect afternoon was possible, I couldn’t imagine it.

After about two hours of wandering through the rows, we came upon the back of the main house. We could hear laughing and cheering and decided that a closer look was definitely in order. As we got closer, we could see that a large crowd of people had assembled. The barrels that had been next to each picker in the vineyard were being dumped into large vats where 3-4 people at a time were removing their shoes and hopping in to begin crushing the grapes. I had heard of this custom, but had never gotten to see it with my own eyes. Cheering loudest of all were Noelle and Alain. When they saw us approaching, they waved us over to them with enormous smiles upon their red faces. Noelle was the first to greet us.

“Oh, hello my dears! How has the afternoon been?”

I leaned forward to kiss her cheek as Alain pulled my girl into a crushing bear hug. Apparently, they had been sampling from bottles all day while “supervising” the harvest. Can’t say that I blamed them.

“Noelle, we can’t thank you enough for giving us this perfect day. You have such a beautiful home and I will forever be grateful that I got to be here.”

Alain beamed at me while clapping me on the back.

“Well, my boy, France is for lovers. Especially young lovers like yourselves.”

I looked at my sweetheart, hoping that she wasn’t upset by Alain assuming that we were lovers. Much to my relief, she smiled at Alain before turning to me with a wink. My vixen. My sweet, amazing, sexy vixen.

I was just about to reach for her, when Noelle stepped in front of me, bent down, and began untying my shoes.

“Um, Noelle…what are you doing?”

She just laughed and continued working on the laces.

Alain answered for her while bending down to begin untying the Converse sneakers on the feet of the beautiful woman next to me. “You didn’t think that you’d be here all day for the harvest and not have to earn your keep, did you?”

“What!? You mean, we’re going to get in there?”

“But of course you are! Now roll up those cuffs and hop in anywhere you find a space!”

As soon as we were both barefoot and ready to crush, I scooped up my lady bridal style and walked us to the nearest empty vat. I could see buckets of fresh grapes being dumped in as we approached. Before placing her in, I pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss full of as much emotion as I could muster in that moment. She reciprocated immediately, sliding her tongue sensually into my mouth. I squeezed her tightly to my chest before pulling back and placing a last soft kiss to her forehead. With that, I hoisted her legs over the side and placed her bare feet gently into the juicy mess at the bottom of the bin.

She immediately squealed, throwing her head back and laughing loudly. She looked so beautiful in that moment, and I did my best to memorize it. The way the afternoon light made her hair glow, the way her shoulders had gotten slightly pink in the sun, but mostly the way she smiled at me. Her hands were still on my biceps and she gently began to pull, indicating that she wanted me to join her. How could I refuse?

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Her POV

It had been a perfect day. So perfect. There wasn’t a single moment that I wouldn’t remember as amazing. It all just felt so right. When Alain had called us ‘lovers’, I worried for a moment that Matthias would feel uncomfortable. Luckily, he looked right at me with his soft, kind eyes and I shot him a quick smile and a wink so he would know that I wasn’t fazed by it. In fact, I couldn’t wait for it to literally be true. But I got the feeling that he probably felt the same.

I had only seen people crushing grapes like this in the movies, and of course on television. I think everyone had seen that ‘I Love Lucy’ episode at least once.

Matthias placed me into the vat gently, only after giving me one hell of a kiss, of course. The grapes were still warm; and it took a moment to adjust to the strange feeling. I couldn’t help but laugh and I held onto Matthias’ arms for support until I felt totally comfortable. The way he looked at me as he put me down made my heart flutter. He was so incredible and he had so many profound emotions shining from his stormy eyes. I did my best to memorize the moment. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way the afternoon light made his tanned skin glow, and the way his strong hands and forearms flexed as they held me close. When I was sure that I felt steady, I began to pull him in to join me. He very willingly obliged.

As soon as his feet sunk into the berries, he let out a loud yelp followed by a hearty laugh. Holding hands, we began to stomp around in circles. It was messy and I could tell that our feet and ankles would be stained a reddish-purple hue for the next several days. However, none of that mattered to either of us. After one particularly big jump, I lost my balance and started to fall into the mess. Luckily, my prince charming was right there to save me…again. Before I had the chance to fall, two strong arms wrapped around me and I was pulled into the solid wall of muscle that was his chest. Both of my hands came up to rest just below his collarbones. I stilled and regained my footing. For a long moment, we just stood there, ankle deep in grape juice, holding each other close. Instead of letting me go, he reached for my sunglasses and pushed them up to the top of my head. He then did the same with his. In that instant, all of the noise around us faded. It was just us.

He was the first to speak.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, please.”

It was such a simple exchange, but there was so much in it that was unsaid. Joy, heat, and…something else.

He hopped out of the bin first and then reached over to lift me bridal style, the same way that he had put me in. He set me down carefully, and I felt his hands linger on me just slightly longer than necessary. Our feet were filthy and it wasn’t more than a 15-minute walk back to the cottage. Deciding to stay barefoot, Matthias walked up to a table, grabbed 2 bottles of red wine in one hand, and then reached for my hand with the other.

I entwined our fingers tightly and leaned against him, taking one of the bottles from him to carry in my other hand.  

Together, we made our way back to our home for the night, knowing that our perfect day wasn’t over yet.  

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#TheInternationalLanguage #Part4

[feliciacup]

I tried to text you for the first time since February

You have me blocked still

The last thing I said to you was your a cunt

I realized I’m that moment when you still had me blocked

You don’t miss me at all

And you truly never did care

It was just sex

And you probably hate me and never want to see me again because I messaged your fiancé

Changed your life and the relationship with your children even

A life you didn’t deserve and took for granted

I don’t regret it

She deserved to know...everything

...I feel almost some closure in k owing you still have me blocked

Like that’s it it’s over

I don’t have to look over my shoulder hoping you’ll be there

Or wonder if we could ever be

Hoping you’d show up at my door

I’ve been delusional about the whole thing

I was attracted to you in every sense of the word

Your mind your body your being your smile you touch your passion all of it

You made me feel like I was walking in clouds

I would walk around with my head hi and a huge smile plastered on my face

My days where better when you cared

But I suffered because I didn’t understand how I could feel so intimate and passionate and you not feel the same

It became complicated

I did things and said things and you did as well

It was a hot fucking mess

I’m not proud of the women I was

I did things and said things because I wanted to be with you but I knew I needed to be rid of you

You had a hold on me

I knew from the start I boclied you almost and 2 months in...I knew

I knew the whole time

Who you where and what you where about

But I loved every moment of it

Having emotion again passion

I longed to fight with you to get a rise out of you to have make up sex passionately

I wanted more...so much more

I didn’t need marriage or kids none of it

I just wanted all of you

Flaws and all

I wanted to be with you

Share life

Books

Articles

Conversation

I wanted you to read aloud to me every night so I could fall asleep to the sounds of your voice

I wanted all of it

I would have done anything

That’s why I knew you where not healthy for me

I took the easy way out

But I don’t regret it

I feel better

I will dwell on the good times still

Hold them dear to my heart and remember you for the good times

I hope to see you again one day

In better times

Maybe we could share a smile

Maybe a dance

A conversation

Eyes

Touch

One day

I’ll see you again...it’s in the stars

I wish you the best

Life has changed and it’s for the better

Focus on you and your children

Figure out who the fuck yiu are and what you want from life

Your better than just sex

You deserve both

We both do

I’ll miss your thoughts and conversations

I’ll miss our intimacy

I’ll miss you and that’s ok

I’ll always have a little piece of you to carry

Thankyou for touching my life and showing me how to feel again

Thankyou for all the passion

Thankyou for just being there

And thankyou for caring when you did

I love you in my own way...and for no reason at all

It just happened that way

-Felicia 5/31/20