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itsphoenix0724 · 9 months

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Promises (Rhysand x Reader)

Summary: You don't argue with your husband often, and never anything as serious as this. However, some things may be too hard to come back from.

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of Rhys' trauma from under the mountain

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 2

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing for Rhys, but I apologize; this isn't the happiest thing! This takes place during ACOMAF, and I tried to keep it canon accurate. I may have diverged a little though! I really just needed to get some angst out from first week of school stress lol. If you ever want to interact with me my requests are open! As always constructive criticism is very welcome! I tried to makes this a realistic portrayl of real feelings and emotions. I hope you all enjoy even if it stamps on your heart a bit <3

You’re sitting at the dinner table in the Townhouse, nursing a glass of wine, when you feel your Husband’s power rumble into your bones. It normally feels comforting to you, but now all it does is further the knot of anxiety growing in your stomach.

It’s been a long week.

It was the first time that Rhys had called in his bargain with Feyre. You’ll always be eternally grateful for what Feyre did for your family, for your court, and the entirety of Prythian. It still didn’t stop the ugly jealousy that clawed at your insides at Rhys spending the week away from you with her. Especially after you learned about the dancing. You knew why it had to happen, you really did. He had explained everything to you in the tearful reunion after he returned from under the mountain.

You hope Amarantha burned in whatever hell she crawled out from.

“How was your first week,” you take another gulp of wine, trying to drown the spiders crawling up your throat.

“I think she’s making some progress. Tamlin isn’t even teaching her how to read! Can you believe that? Even after he saw it almost kill her and his supposedly beloved emissary.” He rubbed out the crease forming between his eyebrows, maneuvering around the kitchen as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. “She was paper thin and so so pale.” he shook his head as he knocked back the liquor.

“You didn’t come home the whole time.” You tried your best to keep the venom tamped down in your voice, you weren’t even really angry just confused. Judging by the way the muscles in his back tensed your endeavor had not been successful.

You knew he would have to call in this bargain eventually you just didn’t expect him to ignore you the entire time she was here. He could’ve taken you with him, you had even expressed interest in meeting Feyre. You had wanted to thank her personally for everything she did to you and extend an olive branch for her time in your court. Rhys had shut down the idea immediately because he thought she might have been overwhelmed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he turned around and looked at you from his spot leaning against the counter. You didn’t look at him, staring straight at the grooves on the table. You sensed the defensive tone immediately. Rhys almost looks like a cat with all the hair raised on its back. Feline eyes sizing you up like he’s about to pounce on you.

“I just don’t understand why you couldn’t have come home to even sleep. When I tried to reach you mind to mind your shields were up.” Your nails dig into the wood, leaving crescent marks in the pine. Rhys doesn’t have an answer for that when you meet his eyes. It almost looks like he’s looking through you instead of at you.

“I didn’t want to leave her alone in case she tried to jump out a window.” He says the answer matter-of-factly. It’s the same tone you heard him use during the conferences he held with the citizens. He wasn’t exactly brushing you off, but it didn’t feel like he was listening to you either.

“Why couldn’t you have just told me that?” Your voice cracked. You have been married to Rhys for almost one hundred years. You could tell when he was being shifty, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from you. Judging from that regretful look in his eye you were correct.

“I thought you would react poorly. Clearly, I was correct.” The clipped tone is enough to send a white-hot bolt of anger through your body.

“Do not blame your poor communication skills on me Rhysand.” The glare you fixed him with could have brought the monster that lurks in the bottom of the library to its knees, but Rhys just met your eyes with a steeled look of his own.

“She needed help. She was begging somebody to come rescue her. She was withering away in the Spring Court! You know how many times I’ve been pulled from bed because she’s vomiting during the night-” Rhys sounded exasperated. But you were tired, so tired.

“You’ve barely come to bed since you’ve been back.” Your voice was hardly more than a whisper, but the deafening silence that followed your words made it sound like an explosion. You knew it was a low blow. Rhys sometimes couldn’t stomach sleeping in your bed after what Amarantha did to him. After he was startled awake one night a bolt of his power shot your sleeping form out of the bed because, in his nightmare-filled haze, he had mistaken you for her. He had felt awful, and now mostly slept in one of the guest rooms in fear that he would cause serious damage to you. You had tried to convince him, but he knew how powerful he could be, so you relented.

“You don’t get to throw that in my face right now.” The growl that came from your husband sounded like cold black death. “She needs to be trained. She needs help-” all the pent-up emotion started to boil over inside you. Your airway got smaller, white noise was sounding through your head, and your eyes couldn’t focus on a spot infront of you.

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT FEYRE NEEDS!” the boom in your voice surprised even you. Rhys took a step back, you rarely even raised your voice, let alone yelled at him. His eyes widened, but his flood of emotions quickly matched yours.

“SHE SAVED ME! I PROMISED TO KEEP HER SAFE!” The way Rhy’s voice ricocheted off the walls made you flinch. The pure night-kissed power had stolen the warmth from the room and all the air from your lungs.

“You made promises to me too. Do you remember that?” your voice echoed out with calm fury as you slipped your ring off your finger and held it up to the light. “Do you remember the promises you made to me when you put this ring on my finger?” You didn’t even know where the rage was coming from, You weren’t angry, but it grabbed ahold like cold unforgiving ocean waves and kept pulling you farther into the eye of the hurricane. “You pledged to me your undying loyalty, your faithfulness, your honesty.” That last word coated your tongue in acid.

It burned you and Rhys as it left your mouth.

“Do you truly believe I have been unfaithful to you?” his voice grated out like shards of glass. However, in your current state, it seemed more condescending than questioning.

“I believe you are not being honest with me. I have been married to you for practically 100 years, and have known you even longer. Do you think I don’t know when you’re not telling me something?” You shot up from your seat and slammed your wedding ring on the table. His violet shield slipped for just a moment to see the hurt flash in his eyes. You haven’t taken that ring off since he gave it to you.

“You are being irrational.” Rhys tried to step towards you, but you only backed away from him, shaking your head as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Why are you being so secretive about Feyre? She is engaged Rhys-you took her from her wedding. If she truly needed help why not bring her to Velaris? Why not let her meet me? Why not let her be happy with Tamlin?” The questions kept pouring out but the protective growl Rhysand made at your last statement had you recoiling. He had given himself away. He obviously knew it too, as he tried to step towards you. The tears kept pouring out as you shook your head. “You need to tell me what’s going on. Right now.” Rhys finally hung his head in defeat as he slumped into one of the chairs. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands as he stared at your trembling figure from the other side of the table.

“She is my mate.” Your eyes widened in horror. It felt like the dinner you made earlier tonight was going to make another appearance on your kitchen floor. “She is my mate and I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do?” Your voice was shaking with scarcely contained fury as you stormed up to the table. “I am your wife. I am your people’s queen. What more is there to think about? I thought you loved me.” A new wave of tears washed over you, and you swear you could hear your heart breaking. It was so loud. You wonder if Rhys could hear it too.

“Of course I love you!” he looked at you with desperation and pleading in his eyes. “It’s just more complicated.” You shook your head at him as your sobs finally flowed out of your body.

“It shouldn’t be complicated,” you heaved out through the tears “You promised to choose me every day. If you can’t do that I can’t be here.” You turn from the table and march up the stairs. You distantly hear Rhys get up and follow you to your room as you shove clothes inside a bag.

“What are you doing? You’re not leaving, are you?” His eyes widened in horror as he tried to grab the items out of your hands. “Darling-”

“Do not call me that right now.” You manage to sniff out the words behind the tears. “I just can’t be here if you cannot choose me. There shouldn’t even be a question.”

“Where will you go?” He at least had it in him to sound concerned about your well-being.

“I don’t know, anywhere but here.” You shoved the last thing in your suitcase and winnowed away without another word. You left Rhysand in your house, with your ring sitting on the table. He found himself sitting at the kitchen table for the rest of the night, nursing a bottle of whisky and running over the cool sapphire with the pad of his thumb. He didn’t know if you were ever coming back. He didn’t know where you went.

What the fuck had he done?

#acomaf #acotar #acowar #acotar imagine #acosf fanfiction #rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand imagine

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drtyfiction · 4 months

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IMAGINE [2/2]

Oliver Quick x Y/N (she/her) Saltburn spoiler alert!!

[Part 01]

- You know, Oliver, I thought you were cleverer than that. Y/N invited me because she wanted to. They want me back, after all. She wants me back in Saltburn.

- And why would she want that?

Oliver's gaze shifts from frustration to a hint of anger. Restrained, inexpressive, repressed, but still anger. His rage can't really be perceived by his facial expressions, but it subtly leaks from deep within his eyes all the way to where Farleigh's sight can reach. Oliver stares at him with a slightly frightening fervor.

Despite still not knowing it, Farleigh should, indeed, be afraid.

- I don't know, I think she misses me. No, actually, I'm sure she misses me terribly. I will eventually call her mine, you see, Oliver. She puts on a certain act and tells me she's not really interested, but later, when I leave, she calls me back, as if nothing had ever happened. I'm sure she desires me as much as I've been craving her. They want me. Oh no, even better. They need me, Oliver. She has always needed me. - Farleigh gradually approached Oliver, facing him closely, until each could smell the alcohol coming off the other's breath. Farleigh also sensed that Oliver was wearing an expensive brand of perfume, probably one that belonged to Felix. - I'm part of this house, I always have been, just like her. You're here on vacation, just for a short visit. I'm permanent in Y/N's life and I'm a resident of Saltburn. This is just a short fling you're enjoying, but it will soon end. You'll dwell on it for the rest of your life, and you'll hold on to this moment for years to come. You'll tell your children about what you lived here. But you'll never, ever have any of it back, including her. I am the one who will always go back into her arms.

On that very moment, Oliver feels a bitter taste settle on his lips, surging like an exhilarating reflux from his stomach. He wishes he could have a drink to mask the stinging taste that instantly assaults his senses. However, he can't, as his cup remains empty. He looks again at the plastic bottom, then at Farleigh, and he can no longer hide the disgust that emerges on his face. He is no longer feeling anger towards him and all his self-centeredness, but rather disgust. A disgust that crawls up his gut and which he can no longer suppress. His face twitches and his upper lip rises, and Farleigh appears surprised to see, albeit briefly, a trace of real feeling spilling out of Oliver.

How dare Farleigh assume that you want him? Or even worse, how dare he think that you need him? Oliver knows that nothing Farleigh has just said is true, but he can't stop himself from being disgusted by all that he's heard. You've always been, in every way, above all the drama. Oliver is absolutely convinced that you wouldn't have invited Farleigh to the party and he was even more certain that you had never slept with him. He has spent so much time studying your personality and behavior that he knows with great confidence that you are an emotionally independent and collected person who would not submit to Farleigh's whims, no matter how persuasive he tries to be.

Now they're so close to each other that their faces are nearly touching. Oliver tries to turn around to peer at the house, but Farleigh grabs his face with both hands, forcing him to look deep into his brown eyes.

- Catch a train to someplace far away from here. This is not my dream, Oliver. It's my home. So no matter what happens, I always come back.

Farleigh releases him, and Oliver realizes that this was the last straw. He needs to take definitive action. As Farleigh walks away, Oliver mutters between his teeth:

- We’ll see.

There is nothing, or no one, that stands in the way between Oliver and his subject of desire. Everybody should know that. What he hid from everyone is that Oliver's greatest desire is you. He was advancing gradually, building up space and gaining on the territory so that, in the end, he would have you. However, because of what Farleigh has just said, Oliver realizes that he will need to revise his entire plan and take more intense, aggressive action. If he doesn't intervene, things will soon get out of hand, and he cannot possibly imagine losing you to anyone, especially when that someone is Farleigh.

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one-black-coffeee · 8 months

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a list of Good Omens season 2 things from episodes 1-3 that i haven’t seen mentioned in other posts

how much Aziraphale loves music. the way he sighs when his record is interrupted, how he mopes to the front of the shop because he just wanted to listen to the beautiful human creation

the smile Aziraphale has on his face as Jim/Gabriel says “when you don’t know anything at all, and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person” because yes! he does know! and Aziraphale is so happy to have that knowledge even if he does almost immediately try to hide it

Aziraphale immediately looking to his left when Crowley walks past him in the coffee shop. Crowley is generally to Aziraphale’s left so, naturally, that’s where he looks as soon as he knows Crowley is approaching. but he’s wrong, isn’t he? Crowley walks to the right.

“Give Me Coffee…” material, human pleasure “Or Give Me Death” immortal, heavenly eternity

“no, I would love you to help me. I am asking you to help me take care of him.” Aziraphale isn’t trying to push Crowley away. not with Jim/Gabriel, not with Heaven. he always wants Crowley with him, helping him. and he tells isn’t pretending otherwise anymore

a fly crawling along the bentley’s windshield even before Crowley gets in the car

the deal Beezlebub gives Crowley is the same as the one the Metatron gives Aziraphale, isn’t it? it’s a choice to go back to Hell/Heaven. the difference is in the way Crowley and Aziraphale think. Crowley sees Beezlebub’s olive branch as a trap, a forfeiture of the contented life he has on earth. the system is too broken to be fixed from a position of power. Aziraphale, though, does see it as an opportunity to fix what’s broken

right after Crowley destroys Job’s goats, cores fly away behind him

Aziraphale loves the romantic aspects of love but doesn’t know how to handle the difficult aspects. Maggie says she’s in love with Nina and Aziraphale smiles. Maggie says Nina has a partner, tells him that the situation is complicated, and he sobers, disappointed

the fact that the walls of Job’s home are the same color as the walls in Aziraphale’s bookshop (aka the color of Crowley’s eyes.) the whole of the Job minisope is to tempt Aziraphale. he tries human food for the first time, he works with Crowley for the first time, he lies to Heaven for the first time! everywhere, Aziraphale is met with temptation

Crowley cares for the innocent and the vulnerable. he humors Jemimah and makes her a blue salamander, he refuses to diminish the importance of the goats. when Aziraphale is worried about being a fallen angel, Crowley’s patient

every time Crowley performs a miracle, he draws his hand from the bottom (Hell) up. Aziraphale, however, draws his hand from top (Heaven) down

Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael (and Gabriel when he’s still the Supreme Archangel) wear a cold white. Muriel and Aziraphale wear a warmer, creamier white. except in the Job minisode. then, all the angels wear the warmer white— before Heaven turns cold and institutionalized. even the lighting of Heaven itself changes

Aziraphale invited Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael into the bookshop. they easily could have walked into the shop before Aziraphale got there, but they didn’t. because Aziraphale really does consider the bookshop partially Crowley’s! for the same reason Shax has to trick Aziraphale to get into the bentley, the angels have to wait for Aziraphale to enter the bookshop

Aziraphale popping up from behind the bentley as Crowley approaches and Crowley immediately offering him a “lift somewhere”

in the opening scene of episode three, the reflection just under Jim/Gabriel is “Give Me Coffee…” Gabriel and Beezlebub do get to choose “coffee.” they get to have their joy together

before Muriel interrupts their conversation, the dialogue between Crowley and Aziraphale in the back of the bookshop is shot from behind and over their shoulders. when Muriel opens the door, the angle shifts to face each of them

Aziraphale is not a good city driver.

the look Crowley gives Aziraphale after he turns Elspeth’s stolen body into bones. Aziraphale is so proud of himself, he even tells Crowley “I did a good things!” but Crowley knows better and he’s waiting for Aziraphale to realize the reality. and then the way Aziraphale hugs the jar with the dead boy’s tumor. he cares so much, he wants so desperately to be good and for the world to be good too

Aziraphale is as proud of his “newspaperman” disguise as Muriel is of their “inspector” disguise. how fond Aziraphale is of Muriel because they remind him of himself. a sweet, kind angel who just wants to do the good thing. an angel who is enamored with the human world. even as he and Muriel have tea together, he look at them so kindly. he knows their hesitancy to try human products but he also knows how thoroughly they would love that cup of tea if they’d just taste it

“it’s a bit different when it’s someone you know, isn’t it?” it’s a bit different when it’s not just some demon, when it’s a demon you know is, deep down and just below the surface, good.

that Aziraphale learns just as much from Crowley as Crowley learns from Aziraphale. episode three is Aziraphale beginning to learn the inequality between the wealthy and the poor. episode three is also Crowley learning balance between “the virtues of poverty” and just setting people up for a good life

Crowley, drunk on laudanum, looking for Aziraphale and not finding him because Aziraphale isn’t to his right like he should be. Aziraphale knows to look for Crowley on his left and Crowley knows to look for Aziraphale on his right

#good omens #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #is any of this good?#probably not #but it’s here now

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w2soneshots · 3 months

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Daddy -W2S

Words: 0.5k+

Warnings: light smut.

In which the sidemen boys and their girlfriends meet yours and Harry’s new baby.

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Me and Harry became parents to the most beautiful baby girl named Belle 6 months ago. Today she's officially meeting all of the boys. She has met a few of them before but they haven't been in the same room together for ages plus newborn babies don't really do much other than eat, sleep and shit. But now she crawls, tries to communicate words and loves to interact with people. So they're all coming over to our home (including the girls of course and Olive who Belle loves) and will be here any minute now.

The doorbell rang so I lifted myself up from the couch and placed Belle on my hip. "Hey, come in!" I said to Josh, Freya, Simon and Talia who were stood at the door. Harry came from behind me and did his little bro handshakes with the boys while the girls fussed over Belle. Soon Vik turned up, then JJ along with Tobi and finally Ethan, Faith and Olive. They all slowly took their turns saying hello to Belle then went to sit on the couch with everyone else. "Can I hold her?" JJ asked. "Of course!" I replied and placed Belle on his lap. She giggled and grabbed at his hoodie. "aww, she's so cute!" he whispered in a high pitched voice. "This is making me want one." he said and we laughed.

Once everyone had their turn holding her, I put her down so she could play with Olive and we all sat and chatted.

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They all left after a few hours since it was Belle's bedtime. "Come on baby." I said lifting her up and holding her tight. "shhh, go to sleep, shh, night night." I whispered. Once she finally fell asleep I quickly tip toed out of the room. I sighed as I walked into the living room where Harry was sat. "She's asleep." I said plonking myself next to him. "You're such an amazing mum." Harry said. I turned my head to look at him and a smile spread across my face. "I love you so much." He smiled and pulled me onto his lap, placing his hands on my ass. I kissed him and soon we were fully making out on the couch.

Harry squeezed my ass making me moan into the kiss. He moved his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted him and myself off of the couch. Now standing he walked towards the bedroom all while not breaking the kiss (surprised he didn't bang into anything). He closed the door behind us and dropped me onto the bed. I lay there whilst he began removing his clothes leaving him in only his boxers. I lay there breathing heavily as he crawled on top of me. He slowly pulled my shirt off then moved down to remove my leggings. A small smirk spread across his face when he saw the little black thong I was wearing underneath. I sighed having had enough off waiting "fuck me Harry."

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bellysoupset · 1 month

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Vince sick with the flu at Wendy's birthday

Vince knew he was bound to catch the bug after being so terribly exposed, he had just been counting on the fact he had gotten the stomach flu back in the end of January and hoping this meant he was immune.

No such luck.

Not only he had definitely caught the bug, judging by how upset and gurgly his belly felt, but he had caught it on Wendy's birthday. He wanted to cry.

"Are you alright?" His father asked, looking up from the dishes he was doing when Vince groaned, tugging at the roots of his hair.

"I think I caught the stomach bug that's going around the school," he answered and Giuseppe frowned, drying his hands on the dishcloth and walking closer.

His palm was cold against Vince's forehead, all soft thanks to age, "you're a little warm, piccolino," he hadn't called Vin that since his son had outgrown him.

"That's just great," Vince sighed, leaning slightly on his dad's touch. He wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and crawl up into his childhood bed, let his family fuss over him, but instead he had to hit the road. There was no way he was going to miss Wen's birthday.

They had already talked the night before, video called at midnight so he could wish her happy birthday, and texted in the morning, Wendy sending excited updates about everything.

Her parents had sent her a huge breakfast basket with flowers and she had gotten a bunch of chocolate from patients, which Wendy was over the moon about as it was her first time getting gits from patients.

She was going to have lunch with Bella, Jonah, Barbie and Megan and then the party was going to be at night, at a rooftop and Vince knew for a fact that Jon had gotten fireworks for her as a surprise.

"I have to get going," Vin forced himself to pull back and stand up. As soon as he stood up, he felt all sorts of woozy, so Vin grabbed the wall behind him and breathed through his mouth until the slight vertigo faded away.

Giuseppe's silver eyebrows were up, blue eyes scanning him, "you're planning on driving like this? No, you're not."

"Babbo, I can't not go," Vince sighed, "I'm gonna drive slow, I promise. And text you as soon as I get there."

His father didn't look one bit pleased, "at least take some medicine before you go..." he mumbled, looking nervous about the prospect.

Although the old man looked fearful, he did let Vin go, without telling Ma about the fact he was sick, something Vince was very grateful for. There was no way his mother was going to be this cool about him getting in the motorcycle when feeling that woozy.

By the time Vince entered the big city, he was freezing. It was only partially due to the fever, it was the last day of February, so it wasn't exactly warm to begin with.

He had the key to Wen's apartment and she, thankfully, still wasn't home, so Vince headed straight to the bathroom. His reflection was a sight, his skin had gone from its usual light olive tone straight into green territory, all pale and with dark circles around his eyes. His lips were devoid of color and his hair had flattened down around his head, clinging to his clammy skin.

"Looking handsome," Vince grumbled, planting his hands on the sink and taking a steadying breath as his stomach gurgled uncomfortably. The nausea was taking its sweet pace building and currently he was covered in goosebumps, his mouth feeling sticky and sweet.

Vin stumbled into the shower area and turned up the hot water, hoping to wash away the look of sickness. He had very little energy, so he just stood under the stream, letting the water do most of the work.

He washed his hair and then gagged when the scent of conditioner hit his nose, making him rush to wash it off. It was to no avail, and Vince leaned over the drain, retching softly until a thin stream of watery puke came up.

It brought no relief whatsoever, but his stomach's muscles relaxed, leaving him still just as nauseated and unable to barf. Vince groaned, washing away the evidence and his face all over again.

Once he stepped out of the bathroom, with Wen's large lilac towel wrapped around his waist, Vince opened a smile as he saw Wen had left an outfit picked out on top of the bed.

He put on the boxers and the social pants and was sitting on the edge of the bed, struggling to tie his social shoes since the position squeezed his tummy, when Wendy opened the bedroom door.

"Oh hi..." she sounded all breathless and Vince didn't have to force a smile. His girlfriend stood at the doorway of her bedroom, with her hair in rollers and a pink robe.

"Hi birthday girl," Vince grinned, "c'mere-" he got up to kiss her and Wendy's whole face turned pink as she promptly wrapped her arms around his neck, getting on her tippy toes.

They stumbled back inside the bedroom and Vince bit down a groan as he felt Wendy climb his lap, still kissing him fiercely. He moved his face, planting a kiss on her neck and squeezing her on a hug.

"I missed you," Vince whispered, planting a kiss on her shoulder, pushing her robe out of the way, "I missed you so much."

Wendy let out a pleased sigh, pulling back and running her fingers through his humid hair, "I missed you too," she pressed her forehead to his, "I almost wish we could just stay in bed."

Vince snorted at that, patting her ass so she'd get off his lap, "no, you don't, you'd never miss your own party."

She blushed as he read her so easily, then climbed off of him, "I'm just gonna take a quick shower, can't get the hair wet. Are you almost done?"

Almost, he just really needed to throw up first, Vince thought, but kept his happy smile on.

"Yeah, pretty much. Take your time, though," he kissed her temple and swatted her ass, "I'm gonna go get your gift."

"My gift?" Wendy's voice went up at least two notes as she smiled and Vince rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, your gift," he steered her to the bathroom, "c'mon, you don't wanna be late."

He had left Wendy's gift in his backpack and Vince went to the living room to retrieve it, while buttoning up his shirt. She had picked a deep red button up, her favorite color on him.

Vince sat on the couch as he heard the shower running, allowing his mask to slip and wrapping an arm around his stomach. Even though he had left his belt quite lose and not yet tucked in the shirt, he already felt like he was being squeezed by it all.

His intestines were gurgling something fierce and when Vin pressed on his warm, sensitive belly, he felt a burp sneak up his throat. Airy and with no sound, but turning wet at the end. Vin snapped his mouth shut, swallowing back the urge to gag.

He felt another shudder run up his spine and Vince pressed his eyes closed, valiantly fighting a cramp- Then he heard the bathroom door open and immediately pulled himself together, pushing everything out of his mind and getting up.

Wendy was already in her shapewear, pulling out a deep magenta dress from her closet. She had removed her hair from the rollers and they fell around her heart shaped face like old Hollywood waves.

"You look great," Vince smiled, leaning against the bedroom's doorway, "you look gorgeous."

Wendy opened a big smile, then she caught a glimpse of the simple black box in his hands and raised her eyebrows, "what is it?"

"Turn around," Vince stepped closer, holding the large square box. He was quite nervous about it, actually. It hadn't been cheap, but it was nowhere near what a girl like her was used to. He knew Wendy was the Harry Winston and Cartier sort, so he was really nervous about buying her jewelry.

Vince put the necklace around her neck and planted a kiss on top of her head as she looked at her reflection in the closet mirror, "what do you think?"

It was a simple white gold necklace, with a flower pendant made of four rubies and the center a topaz.

Wendy didn't say a thing, leaning in to inspect it and Vince cringed, feeling a whole new layer of nausea wash over him.

"I know it's no Tiffany's or whatever, but-"

"I love it," she interrupted him, glaring at him in the mirror, "it's stunning."

Vince's cheeks burned and he fidgeted uncomfortably, as Wendy smoothed the necklace against her collarbones and opened a pleased smile.

"I really love it, Vin," she turned around to hug him by the waist and tilted her head back, opening a blinding smile, "thank you."

"You're not just saying that? Because its from a local jewelry shop, so you can definitely exchang-"

"I love it," she shook her head, squeezing him, "and it matches my dress."

Vince let out a scoff, biting down a burp as Wendy's head pressed to his upset stomach. He gulped down, keeping a hand in the middle of her naked back and breathing through the queasiness.

There was no way he was going to make it through the night without puking, Vin thought, as Wendy moved in his arms and planted a kiss to his tummy, pulling back.

"I'm just gonna do my make up and we can go," she said happily, putting on her heels and Vince forced a smile.

"Alright, I'm gonna wait in the living room."

The party was in the same rooftop Vince remembered being for Jonah's birthday, when Wendy had gotten sick due to a migraine. It was ironic she had picked it, given how horrible he was feeling.

Vince was practically wincing as Wendy intertwined their fingers together and pulled him as she checked with the staff everything was alright.

He was bouncing a leg nervously up and down and Wen let out a chuckle as she noticed that, "it's just our friends," she misinterpreted his nervousness, grabbing a champagne flute and pushing it in his hands, "you have nothing to be nervous about."

Vince offered her a strained smile, but that wasn't exactly true. Wendy was a social butterfly and he knew for a fact it was not a party just for Jonah, Luke, Bell and Leo. Half the hospital would be there, as well as all the girls she knew from yoga and from other courses. Barbie, Megan, whom Vince had met before, but they still made him nervous. Other people he had no idea how Wendy got acquainted with.

He wanted to die as the place started to fill up and his head continued to swim. Vince couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, but thankfully his participation in small talk was all but optional.

He was feeling clammy all over as the little canapes started to circulate on top of trays.

Wendy squeezed his arm, "are you hungry?" she tilted her head to look at him and Vin promptly shook his head, almost stumbling back as it made the room spin.

Just the mere thought of putting anything in his stomach made more sickness splash up and he gulped down, "No-" his voice came out all hoarse and Vince cleared his throat, "no, I'm just warm. I'm gonna go outside for some air, okay?"

Wendy pouted slightly, "are you alright...?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Vince squeezed her hand in his, "talk with your friends, I'm just gonna get some air and I'll be back," he promised and she opened a bright smile, turning around and squealing as she caught sight of Jonah entering the room.

Vince turned around and bolted.

It was not lost on him that once upon a time he had found Wendy hunched over the same rail. He pressed his tummy to the iron rail and forced up a sick burp, but nothing came up with it.

Vince groaned, squeezing the metal and feeling like he was about to collapse. His legs were shaking and he couldn't stop swallowing down, his mouth pooling with saliva.

Another burp snuck up on him and Vin whimpered, feeling his eyes sting. He hated this, he wanted to be having fun with Wendy, not almost ruining her party.

A hand came to rest on his back and Vince shuddered, knowing who it was without even looking back, "fucking kill me, Luke."

"What's wrong?" Luke's voice was impossibly soft and Vince tipped to the side, leaning against his best friend's chest. He was freezing, he wanted all warmth he could get.

"Stomach flu..." Vince groaned as his stomach flipped again, "gonna be sick..."

"Okay, think you can make it inside? To the bathroom?" Luke squeezed his nape, rolling his thumb in a comforting manner. Vin took in a deep breath.

"Don't-" he gulped down as a gag interrupted him, "don't want Wendy to see me-"

"Buddy, the chances of her seeing you here are way higher," Luke squeezed him a little tighter, "lean on me, okay? We're gonna speed walk."

"M'kay," Vince slumped almost completely and heard Lucas let out a little huff at his weight, but he didn't let go. He was so dizzy, he didn't actually see a thing as they moved back inside the restaurant area, only heard the noise escalate and then get low once more, as Luke pushed him inside the bathroom.

Vince stumbled, bracing against the sink and Lucas let out a sigh, "c'mere," he wrapped an arm around Vin's chest, steering him towards the toilet and Vince immediately fell to his knees, leaning over the bowl and panting.

His stomach hurt with how much it was churning and finally he let out a weak gag and felt everything he had eaten since morning rush up his throat.

Vince groaned as the sheer amount seemed to suffocate him, coughing and groaning as it stung his nose. He spat in the bowl, blindly reaching to flush it, but his arms were too shaky and that almost caused his chin to hit the porcelain, wasn't it for Luke wrapping an arm around his chest.

"I got you, I got you," Lucas reassured him, before flushing the toilet, "done?"

"Nu-uh," Vince gagged, spitting once again. He had never felt so nauseous in his life, what the hell was this bug?

"Jesus, dude..." Luke groaned when Vince let out another gurgly burp, which quickly morphed into a violent heave and even more puke rushed up and splattered in the bowl.

Lucas moved so he was crouching practically next to him, planting a hand on Vince's forehead and keeping him from taking a dive in the toilet as the heaves continued to rock him. He cringed as he could feel the crazy heat under his palm, it was shocking Vince had been able to play off as healthy for so long with a fever like this.

"Okay, okay, big breath," Luke rubbed his back as Vin let out a whimper and swayed on the spot, bracing against the stall wall and causing the entire thich plastic structure that separated the cubicles to tremble.

"Fuck," Vince breathed out, squeezing his eyes and massaging his chest. His hands were trembling and tears had run down his cheek, he also looked terribly pale, "this isn't a stomach bug, it's some plague."

"It looks like it, yeah," Lucas flushed the toilet again, grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and passing it to Vince, "you good?"

"For now..." Vince wiped his mouth, blowing his nose, "but my stomach is still churning and I feel like I'm gonna shit my pants."

Luke wrinkled his nose in distaste, getting up from the floor, "you need to go home-"

"I can't go to Wendy's, it's her birthday," Vince whined, "I'm not gonna ruin her night-"

"No, you're coming to my place," Luke rolled his eyes, "can you just sit there and not die? I'm gonna let Bell know-"

"Oh god, Bella-" Vince groaned, curling up as much as he could in the small space and Lucas let out a sigh.

"Just don't die, alright? I'll see if she can go home with Wen and you come with me- Don't die," then he turned around and ran out of the bathroom.

Vince sighed, leaning his head back against the hard plastic and trying to find any strength to get up and wash his face. He hated himself for going anywhere close Daniels last week.

There was a gurgle through his stomach and Vince squeezed his belly, breaking in cold sweat. He let out a sickly little burp, getting on all fours and struggling force himself up, swaying so much he nearly smashed his head against the stall wall.

Vince fell down on the toilet, tugging on his social pants and clumsily reaching for the door and locking it, before managing to push down his pants just in time for the runs to hit him.

He wrapped both arms around his tummy, pressing his eyes closed and sniffling pitifully. The cramps were killing him and to make matters worse he was starting to feel nauseous all over again, the curled up position forcing up sickly little burps.

Vince gulped down, breathing slowly through his mouth as the woozy sensation only seemed to get worse. Then there was a knock on the door and his head snapped up, colorful little spots dancing on the corner of his sight.

"Occupied!"

"Vin, it's me," Luke said and he could've cried. In fact, judging by the way his throat was hurting and he could feel his eyes burning, he was pretty sure he was.

"Gimme- Give me a minute..." he groaned, "just wait."

"Okay, yeah, no problem," Lucas said hurriedly and Vince assumed he probably could hear the pleading in his voice, since he didn't fight him.

Vince wiped the cold sweat from his brow once again, taking slow measured breaths as he cleaned up and then got out of the stall, stumbling to the sink in order to wash his hands and his face.

He looked dreadful. Vince made a little pray that Wendy was across the rooftop and didn't get a glimpse at him, because he looked pretty close to a corpse.

He dried the cold water from his face, before all but collapsing against the bathroom's main door, pressing his forehead to it, "Luke."

"Yeah?" Lucas' voice was very clear, as if he was glued to the door and Vince thanked his stars for that.

"I think I'm gonna faint..." his lips felt numb, this wasn't good. The second the weak words made out of his mouth, the door opened. Just in time, because Vince's knees buckled and Luca caught him by the armpits, letting out a grunt as he almost went down with Vin.

"Christ, Vin-" Luke's hand pushed his hair back, patting his cheek, "hey man, I need you to help me here or I'm gonna drag your ass to the hospital."

Vince shook his head, angrily forcing his eyes open and trying to think through the fog, "Wendy-"

He jumped as there was a loud noise, followed by squeals, just outside the private hallway that led to the bathrooms. Luke stiffened his hold around him, only to let out a nervous chuckle.

"It's Jon's fireworks. We should go."

"Uhmm," Vince nodded, grabbing on Luke's arm, "I'm gonna hurl on you."

"I know," Lucas forced him up, voice all strained, "but outside of here, deal?"

"Deal," Vince almost chuckled, pressing his feverish forehead to Luke's shoulder and allowing him to rush them out of the fancy restaurant.

#sidenote: i know vince is sicilian but giuseppe isn't so his children use babbo even tho that's a northern italian thing not sicilian #ended up posting it all in one thing bc i'm lazy #mywriting #vince monacelli #stomach flu #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #maybe i'll do a part 2 even tho this is huge already #idc i'm having too much fun lol

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acatpiestuff · 2 months

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hehehe. new ref for my pokemon oc Toddy, with some lore bits sprinkled in here and there. They've grown over the time I've had them...

TRANSCRIPT OF ALL THE WRITING UNDER THE READ MORE:

Name: Toddy Age: [UNKNOWN] Pronouns: ALL Height: 6'2" (188 cm) - selectively mute - baker - immortal - doesn't battle often [Toddy is a taller, slightly chubby person with wavy dark purple hair and round glasses. They have olive skin, and are wearing grey socks, brown baggy pants, and a green sweater with a collar. On the green sweater, there are little white tulips embroidered on the righthand breast of the sweater. Over the sweater, Toddy is wearing a dark grey cardigan.]

Notes on Toddy's Visage and Background:

Hand embroidered clothing. Prefers comfort and utility over style.

From the civilization that created the golurk

is held together by ghosts of his hometown, which prevents him from dying

woke up in a field of white tulips, where his town used to be

travels with the last remaining golurk from his town.

Home Base is in Pinwheel Forest. Small cabin w/ garden + brick oven (self-made)

[Toddy has] homemade socks.

[her] hair is wavy and messy.

[ There are two sketches of Toddy's head, one facing forward, smiling and one in profile view. There are also two tiny doodles of Toddy's eye, one drawn correctly and one drawn incorrectly as a guide.]

OTHER SCRAPS OF LORE:

Had to dig self out of soil, was partially buried. [ Image of Toddy, disheveled and covered in mud, crawling out of a pile of dirt and rubble, grass everywhere.]

Woke up in a flower field. Ancient civilization is no more. The last golurk watched over Toddy as they slept in the soil. [ Image of Toddy and Golurk looking over a valley covered in white tulips, the flowers going even over the silhouettes of the mountains on each side.

Realizes death cannot reach them through neither age nor injury. [ Image of an injured Toddy leaning against a rock, bloody and holding their wounds tightly. the silhouette of Golurk can be seen behind them.]

Has a strange relationship with the earth and the dirt. It feels like home. [ Image of Toddy lying in the flowerfield again, but this time on top of the grass. His hair is splayed out under him, as he reaches his hand over his face. [There is also a sequence of small doodles of toddy's face, one with a headband and a confused expression, and then a smaller doodle of toddy with dog ears matching the location and shape of his bangs. The last doodle is a tinier sketch of a tiny dog with round glasses, supposedly Toddy once more.]

White Tulip: associated with purity and new beginnings. [ Sketch of a white tulip in full bloom.]

Golurk's Eventual Pokeball: [ Image of a typical hisuian pokeball, with a stone top and wooden base. There is a crack running through the top of the pokeball.]

Toddy knows many ways to bake bread + baked goods.

Laments the loss of her cook book, which was lost to the destruction of the city. (READ: I meant recipe book not cook book.) [ Image of a loaf of crusty bread, in the style of a sourdough loaf.]

Toddy's Glasses: doesn't actually need them to see anymore. She used to be near-sighted. [sketch of a pair of round glasses.]

[ there is a set of small sketches, each sketch depicting Toddy in a different outfit. The first is a baker's uniform, complete with a hat and an apron with a rag tucked into the back. The second is Toddy in a oversized t-shirt with a lemon on it, and a pair of boxers. The last is a concept for a younger Toddy, with longer hair tied into a braid, and a loose hanbok-style top. Her pants are loose as well, however they are cinched at the ankles, right above her sandals. She is still wearing her round glasses in all of the sketches.]

[The final sketch is a simplified version of Toddy's face, crinkled into a huge, happy grin. There is a grinning emoji sketched underneath it, and a small notation that says "grins" above it.]

#my art #my ocs #toddy #golurk #pokemon #pokemon oc #LIKE BARELY #but still #ok actually not barely but like #ekekekekekekekekekekkek.

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aaronhotchswife · 3 months

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THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings : alcohol, smut, loss of virginity This is the last chapter of this serie. I hope you'll enjoy it !

chapter 1

chapter 2

"There are many things in life that will catch your eyes, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue those. " -Michael Nolan

It’s the first time that we’re all since Christmas. Drew is talking to the boys, telling him about how at his parents. We didn’t talk about what happened that day in his bedroom, I just apologized for acting like that and he told me not to worry. We’re just best friends trying to figure life out.

"If that is not Y/N!"

"Oh my god! Hiiii! How are you?" I asked the guy behind me, rising from my seat to hug him. "Guys, this is Oliver. He was my best friend from elementary to high school."

He smiles at them, his arm around my shoulder. When I ask him what he’s doing here, he tells me that his friends picked this bar to celebrate the New Year.

"Do you want a drink? " Olivier asks, pointing over two stools at the bar. I accept, taking his hand and following him. I see the girls looking at me with smiles and playful looks. I laugh softly, just wanting to have a drink with my childhood best friend. My heart belongs to Drew, but these past few days I just want to think about someone else and clear my mind. I’ve been in love with him for a long time now, always thinking about him and how cute and wonderful he is. From the moment we kissed as our characters for the first time to our fight, I keep loving him. But maybe now it’s time to let myself live at little bit, without him.

Drew’s point of view

I see her at the bar, talking with some guy. She’s sipping her cocktail, admiring him. I think Lacia sees the confusion on my face because she taps on my shoulder and explains to me who he is. He looks handsome and I can’t help but be a little jealous of how she looks at him. Especially when his hand finds its way down her back, murmuring something in her ear. It should be me with her like that, and I can’t help but be mad at myself for how things played out.

***

Y/N’s point of view

I’m outside with Oliver, still talking about what is going on in our lives. My phone rings and when I look at it, I see a text from Madelyn wishing me a happy New Year. I didn’t even realize that it was midnight already.

"Happy New Year Oli! "

"Oh! Happy New Year! I wish you everything you wish for. "

I smile before hugging him. It’s good to see him again after having lost touch after high school. When I break his embrace, his lips find mine, kissing me softly. I smile on his lips, my face finding its way on his chest.

"Don’t get shy on my now, " he laughs.

"I’m sorry, I just didn’t except kissing someone tonight. Listen, I just probably go check on my friends, they must probably wonder where I went. You have my number so text me whenever you want, " I kiss his cheek goodbye before turning around and entering the bar.

Drew’s point of view

I see her coming back to our table, her lipstick a bit smudged. I don’t need more clues to understand what just happened with her and that man. I look at her, my head filled with memories of the feelings never told and at this moment, I realize that I need to be hers. I would crawl home to her if it was what it took for her to want me.

"You had fun with your friend?" I ask.

"I did. Thanks for asking…" she responds.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

She looks at me with an awkward smile, before sitting next to Maddie, who is almost sleeping on the table. She wakes her up, telling her that she’ll drive her home since she just had one drink.

"C’mon Mad. Let’s get you home. Drew, are you coming home too? "

I nod, before saying goodbye to everyone. Y/N drove Maddie home before parking her car at our apartment entrance. When she unlocks the door, she throws her heels away, sighing in relief.

"God, my feet are killing me. " She laughs, making her way to her bedroom, exiting it with her towel and pyjamas. "I’ll go in the shower; do you want to watch an episode of Modern Family after? "

"Of course. But I need to take a shower too before. I feel disgusting, " I chuckle.

***

As we’re sitting on the couch, I look at her, not thinking twice before asking about Oliver. She explains to me that he was her best friend and that they kissed. I can feel the anger and the jealousy inside of me but I try to act as nothing.

"He’s cute but he is not my type. I would not have a relationship with him, if it what you’re asking. "

"Maybe it is, " I say. "Maybe it’s because I want you. "¸

"What? "

"I want you, Y/N. I want everything from you. I want you to be able to see yourself through my eyes and to realize how special you are to me. And tonight, when I saw you with him, I realized that I need you in my life more than a best friend. "

"Drew…"

I suddenly have a feral urge to crash my lips on hers and I can feel she wants the same.

Y/N’s point of view

Drew’s lips are on mine and I can’t explain how it feels at the exact moment. Even if I kissed him for work, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels real. It is real. I can feel him smile against my lips when my hand grabs his hair, giving me a little push to sit on his thighs. One of his hands is on the end of my back and the other one is on my cheek. I can feel his tongue pushing against mine and I let him. He lays me on the couch, his hand caressing my hair.

"Do you want to go in the bedroom? " He asks me, murmuring in my ear. He doesn’t have to ask me twice before my hand is in his and I bring him to my bedroom. He kisses me until my legs are on the side of the bed, making me fall on it. He’s on top of me, and his mouth is on my neck, giving me butterflies.

"I want you, Drew. Please. "

"Asked like that, it would be my pleasure, " he says chuckling.

His hands make their way to the hem of my shirt, pushing it further, asking for permission to undress me. I nod, watching Drew undress both of us. Both of our breathing is shallow when he looks at me. I feel shy, being almost naked in front of me. His hand plays with the hem of my panties, his mouth leaving small kisses on my stomach. When he takes off my underwear, I can se his eyes glistening.

"You are so beautiful. Are you sure you want to do this? "

"Yes, Drew, please. "

He kisses me one last time, his fingers playing with my nipples, making them hard. His hand finds its way to my core, murmuring in your ear how wet I am. His fingers play with my folds, before pushing one finger slowly into me, making my breath stops. The palm of his hand rubs softly against my clit, and it that moment you never felt better.

He parts my thighs and he places my feet on his shoulders before placing him between my thighs. The tip of his nose brushes delicately on top of my clit and his tongue glides slowly in my folds. The moan I do makes him smile against my core and when he looks at me, his face is all wet from my arousal. But now I want to make him feel good. So, I sit up, my hand taking his boxer off. My breath gets caught when I see how big he is. I tentatively put my hand around him, making up and down movements and with the way his head falls back, I guess I’m doing good.

"Fuck. " He moaned.

"Can I taste you? "

His eyes sparkled the second I ask him, and he replace himself to be comfortable, while I start leaving some small kisses on his cock. His hands grab my hair in a makeshift ponytail, before guiding my head up and down his cock. He stops me just before he could cum, kissing me softly.

"Are you ready? "

"Put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze if it hurts, and tell me if you need me to stop, okay? " He instructed.

I nod, while Drew slowly pushes the tip of his cock in me. He takes a sharp breath as he pushes into me, feeling my walls clenching around him.

"You’re doing really great baby, want me to move? " He says, his voice hoarse.

I agree and with that, it’s not long before Drew’s sweet sounds in my ear and each stroke of him against that perfect little spot make me grip the headboard.

"You feel so fucking good baby, so tight. "

"Drew. "

Drew’s point of view

"Drew. "

The way she says my name and the breathy moan that spills from her lips are too much, pushing me right to the end. I watch her as her head falls back on the pillow and her back arches, and I swear that I never saw something that perfect in my life. I try to catch my breath, while she does the same. I cuddle her, caressing her hair.

"Hey, I love you. "

She smiles at me, and her smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.

"I love you too Drew. "

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#drew starkey fluff #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #rafe outer banks #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction

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alexsfavgirl · 3 months

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REAL IN THE FLESH

➪ pairing : oliver quick x reader, implied relationship with felix catton and reader

➪ sypnosis : you didn’t have a lot of time to talk with oliver, but now you do, and it’s terrifying

➪ other notes : currently can’t write for bsd, but saltburn is currently my new obsession

the summer sun beams on both of you as you lay down on the green grass. oliver was sitting up next to you, gazing at his surroundings. “we haven’t gotten to talk much have we oliver ?” you ask him, you turn your head towards him. “suppose not,” the quiet boy says. “do you like it here ? in saltburn, i mean,” you say, attempting to form conversation.

“it’s lovely, better than home,” he simply says. home. home to oliver seemed monstrous, well from what felix had told you before. “where’s your home ?” oliver asks you. you hum, taken aback from the question. “not far, we have a nice house but i’ve always passed summers here in saltburn, since felix and i started dating,” you respond sighing.

“do you like it ?” he asks. you look at oliver through your sunglasses. “of course i do,” you say, almost scoffing. who wouldn’t like living in a mansion even if it were for a couple of months. “how long have you and felix been together ?” oliver asks. “since sophomore year in high school, well on and off but you know” you respond, liking the flow of the conversation.

felix had mentioned to oliver that you and him and been on and off because of…well felix’s cheating, not that he explicitly told you. but felix couldn’t seem to let you go, after every break, he’d manage to crawl back into your bed, saying that he was forever “your guy” and that all the rumors of him with other girls aren’t true.

“well there’s a reason why he keeps coming back to you,” oliver sighs. you snap your head towards him, “and why is that ?” you say. “you’re fucking beautiful, who wouldn’t want you back,” he says, words rolling off his tongue. you try not to be flustered, you really do. yet a smirk crawls onto your face. “felix would kill you~” you say in a singsong voice.

“you’re different from everyone else here,” oliver suddenly says. “am i ?” you ask, almost confused. “like you’re…you’re authentic,” he says and your breath hitches. “like you’re actually real in the flesh, why is that ?” oli continues. “my father wasn’t there and my mom barely made it through with her job,” you confess, and you realize it’s terrifying.

it’s terrifying that a man you barely knew, now had a glimpse of what your childhood was like. why did you tell him ? why did you tell him ? was it because oliver is kind, too kind for his own good ? you don’t know but suddenly your oversharing has made you uncomfortable.

“i um have to go, uh find felix, wanted to talk to him about something,” you clear your throat as you get up. “you know, he’s cheating on you, he constantly is,” oliver says as you start walking away. “i’m well aware,” you quietly say. and that’s when oliver realizes that you aren’t as stupid as he thought you initially were.

“be seeing you…ollie,” you say, walking towards the mansion that oliver one day would claim as his. a smile falls on his face, one that he had been holding in for a while. maybe you weren’t so useless after all, maybe one day he could fit into felix’s shoes. maybe you just gave him a reason to keep you along for the ride.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #saltburn #saltburn imagines #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #felix catton x reader #felix catton #writer’s block is killing me

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0sincerelyella · 10 months

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your looking at your next star QB-Joe Burrow

Fic type: Fluff

Warnings: definitely not very good, super short, and jumbled any questions or requests ask!!

A/N: this is the first one of this series, i hope you enjoy! oliver is 4, mason is 6, and y/n is in her third trimester ! she could pop at any moment

“Momma Momma!” Oliver said, waddling his four year old self down the hallway. He smiled bright as he showed off his burrow jersey “Hockey!” “close baby, it’s football” y/n giggled, kissing her youngest sons forehead. “Mason! time to go baby!” y/n called to her oldest. to her surprise he was already at the door, dragging the diaper bag. “mase what are you doing?” she smiled, picking up the diaper bag. “Daddy isn’t here and i don’t want you to hurt yourself or baby” Mason said, telling oliver to get down and walk. y/n melted in to a puddle of happy mother.

Today was the Bengals first game of the season, against the steelers at that. The season and game that y/n and her family have been waiting all off season for. as much as y/n loves having her boyfriend and the father of her children home for the off season, she and her sons had missed watching him play during the season.

As y/n was 8 and a half months pregnant and ready to pop any day now, it was a struggle to get to the stadium with her two sons already. the baby bump made it even harder, but what her six year old son didn’t know was that his father had gotten Zac taylor to get some security from the stadium to pick the three up safely. “Mason, Mommy’s okay.” she smiled, bending down to kiss her oldest son on the forehead. “Daddy got mark from the stadium to come get us” and as if on que a knock on the door was heard.

the small family soon arrived at the stadium and mark escorted them to their seats. now is when mason would be the most restless, while Oliver sat with his mother asking which one was daddy. The three of them sat in the front row seats, loving being in the stadium more than on the sidelines. So mason leaned on the edge staring intently at the game “Mommy is that daddy?” Oliver asked, pointing at Evan McPherson as he kicked the ball off. “no honey, that’s uncle Evan!” she laughed. “Daddy is Number Nine oli” she told him, smiling at her four year old

The first time joe was on the field that night, mason almost leaped over the wall and onto the field with his own play calling. he was so happy to be watching this game. Y/n watched her husband throw the ball with ease, and as Ja’Marr chase ran the ball into the end zone, and Joe looked over at his family, Y/n felt so content.

At the end of the game, the bengals had rained victorious. Mason was a happy ball of joy he skipped with every step on his way to the conference room to meet his dad. “Mase slow down!” y/n called to him as he opened the conference room door.

a wave of embarrassment rushed to y/ns face as she attempted to run to her son. with Oliver on her hip and a baby in her belly it was quite difficult. When she made it to the conference room all eyes were on joe. y/n smiled with love in her eyes. Joe held mason on his lap as mason spoke to the reporters asking questions. “Mommy i wanna!” Oliver said as he squirmed from his mothers grip and crawled onto joes other leg. “Hi oli” joe smiled, kissing his head. “joe joe i have a question!”

“introduce your boys to us!” joe smiled, not usually would he put his private family life out there, but the bright smile on masons face made joe so happy. it’s these moments that make all the bad ones worth everything. “these are my boys” he rubbed his hand on the top of masons curly blonde hair “This is oliver, my youngest for now” he smiled, winking at y/n in the back “and this is mason,” with bright eyes mason waved to the crowd of adults “he’s gonna be your future bengals QB” mason giggled, flexing his muscles making the whole crowd laugh.

The crowd loved him, and so did the everyone on the internet. this being the first they’ve seen of mason burrow since he was a baby. Joe spent the whole interview looking back at y/n and answer questions mindlessly. “do you know the gender of the baby yet?” “we’re leaving it a surprise, me nor y/n know yet”

“do you have names picked out?” “a few” “about your wife-“

“as much as i adore talking about my beautiful wife and children this is a football press conference. any information you want you can get off instagram or google, if it isn’t on there it isn’t for you to know, it’s for me and my wife”

y/n just smiled so bright

she could practically smell the defensive tiktok edits

After the interview, Ja’marr took the boys out for ice cream and Joe sat with y/n on the couch. “mason was so cute the whole game” y/n said. “he absolutely adored you the whole time” “i’ll take him to practice tomorrow, surprise him before i leave for Baltimore” Y/n giggled “i love you so much joey”

“i love you more. and our small loving family”

“those boys are perfect arnt they”

“they are”

#joe burrow #joey burrow #cincinnati bengals #football #cincinnati bengals joe burrow #nfl fan fic #nfl #nfl imagine

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reysdriver · 1 year

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Late At Night | R.L.

Remus comforts you in the middle of the night when being new parents starts getting to you both — remus x fem!reader hurt/comfort

warnings: postpartum depression and exhaustion, mentions of past abuse

words: 0.8k

a/n: this got deleted idk if i did it by accident or tumblr did it but anyways its back now

You are awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of your baby girl, Olive, crying from the nursery across the hall.

You sleepily look over to the clock on your nightstand displaying the time. 2 o'clock. Of course it is, you thought. Your daughter hasn't slept through a full night once since she was born; a trait you would love to blame on your husband, but knew you were at fault for as well.

You let out a small, exhausted groan as you sat yourself up to go take care of your daughter. But just as you started to move, you felt your husband's strong, yet gentle hand on your shoulder.

"I'll go, love, don't worry." Remus told you. His voice was rough, and you assumed he woke up at the same time as you did. "Go back to sleep."

"Really?" You asked groggily.

"Yeah." He said, getting up from the bed wearing an old band t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

"There's a bottle in the fridge if she's hungry." You reminded him.

"I know." He said from the doorway. "Now, go back to sleep, love."

He walked out of your bedroom, and you could hear him cooing and speaking softly to your daughter once he got to the nursery. Feeling overwhelmed and a new rush of currently indescribable emotions wash over your mind and body, you started to sob quietly into your knees as you sat up against your bed's headrest.

After a few minutes, your daughter's crying had stopped, and you could hear Remus' footsteps nearing your room.

Seeing you sitting up, Remus knew that you were awake and whispered "Okay, Olive is in bed, not sleeping, but at least she stopped crying."

Then, he walked closer and noticed that you were crying now. A wave of concern for the love of his life washed over him, and he walked closer to you.

"Oh, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked, crawling into the bed, but hesitant to touch you in your fragile state. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong." He repeated softly.

"Why does she do this?" You asked, aimed at him, but it was really not to anyone in particular, your voice breaking with every word you spoke. "She sleeps in random, two hour bursts, and it's hardly ever at night. It's just so exhausting."

"I know it is." He said, now holding you in his arms. "I know."

"And it can't be healthy for her either, right?"

"The nice ladies at the infant wing said it was fine, remember that? And they said it'll stop soon." He whispered as he held you tightly against his chest.

You sighed, but didn't say anything in response.

"(y/n), we might need to get a house elf." He added.

The idea of having a house elf was something you discussed before getting married, and then again before Olive was born, and you decided against it both times. You had grown up watching your nasty family mistreating house elves, and knew that having one was something you definitely didn't want, and Remus was alright and accepting of that.

"No, Rem-" You began to protest before your husband cut you off.

"Honey, I know we've talked about this before, but we won't both be able to go back to work if she doesn't sleep at night. We don't really have any other options."

You continued to try and argue, though it was hard with a lump in your throat and a continuous puddle of tears threatening to leave your eyes. "Well, I could quit my job and just stay home and take care of her."

"We can't afford that right now." He said sympathetically. "Plus, you're a healer. People need you at St. Mungo's. I need you there."

You paused, still nuzzled in your husband's chest and trying to think of other options for your family.

"We don't have to treat them the way your family did." He added, seemingly reading your mind. "We'll treat them nicely and everyone will be happy. It'll be a good thing to have an extra pair of hands around the house, and it'll be good for Olivewhen she gets a little older."

You mulled over the proposal for a moment, then mumbled a small 'okay' in response.

"Okay?" Remus confirmed, turning your body so he could see your face.

"Yeah, okay." You repeated softly, burying your face into his collarbone again.

"Good." He said, pulling the blanket over the two of you. "We can sort things out tomorrow. Goodnight."

"I love you, Remus." You said, kissing his neck softly.

He kissed your temple and said it back to you. "I love you too."

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little-emerald-snake · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 4

Breath Play - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1k words

After Sebastian had finished his wizarding education he had decided to invite his girlfriend to live in the small Feldcroft home, claiming it was far too big for just him all by himself after having lived with two other people for most of the time. She was delighted to join him and they spent their free time, when not working for the ministry, reading their respective books in comfortable silence together.

She’d gained an interest in rather spicy romance novels as of late, which Sebastian was happy to take her to an amiable bookstore that kept a great selection of when they had the time. She’d selected a new one this week that the bookkeep mentioned was a little more intense than her previous selections.

She’d happily taken it anyway, cracking it open as soon as they’d arrived home, her legs comfortably draped across Sebastian’s lap. It didn’t take her long to see what the shopkeeper had meant, right now the main character was being pinned down by her throat as her lover gave long languid strokes into her.

She shifted, pressing her thighs together as she kept reading. Sebastian had noticed the movement and gave a low chuckle that sent heat straight to her core. Liquid fire burned inside of her as she read on, Seb’s fingers rubbing small circles into her calf, his other hand still holding his own book.

A full blown smirk spread across his face as she pressed her thighs together again. The main character describing the stars she saw as her lover restricted her airway. Heat proliferated through her now as she expeditiously climbed the ladder of need. Sebastian no longer was reading, his full attention focused on her now as her breathing had quickened. “Care to share what has you so bothered, love?”

She flushed, handing him the book, pointing to the page she had been reading. His smirk persisted as he took the book from her and began scanning the page. His eyes widened, causing heat to blossom over her face. He finished the page, his gaze turning absolutely feral as he zeroed in on her parted lips.”Does this idea really excite you, love?”

She swallowed nervously, nodding as her tongue darted between her lips to wet her lips. He wasted no time, sliding her legs off of his lap and placing them back on the couch before gently climbing over and straddling her legs. He bends, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand placed gently beside her head to hold him up while the other traces up her side teasingly.

She kisses him back, her urgency emanating into their fevered kiss. Sebastian nips her lip, eliciting a gasp which only spurs him on. His free hand sliding up to the buttons of her blouse, eager to expose her soft skin, the promise of unexplored pleasure hanging thickly in the air between them.

A wanton moan from between her lips being the final straw in his resolve. He shoved her blouse off with a bit of help, his fingers crawling up her skin, erupting goosebumps in their wake. Her thighs eagerly pressed together as his fingers teased lightly into the hollow of her neck. He chuckled darkly, wrapping lithe olive fingers around her through and squeezing gently at first.

The gasp she produced had him squeezing harder, watching her face as her eyes rolled back and she canted her hips up toward his. He smirked, letting go only to reach down and help her out of her skirt, bra and panties. He crowded down into her space again, his fingers coming to wrap around the bobbing of her throat and once again eliciting a breathy moan from her.

Sebastian’s eyes glittered with intrigue as he carefully watched her hips lift with excitement, her eyes meeting his with a silent plea on her lips for more pressure. He watched carefully as he squoze harder, her eyes fluttering closed as she whimpered feverishly. He sat back on his heels, bringing his other hand teasingly over her exposed breasts, gentle touch bringing her nipples to eager peaks.

He chuckled softly as he tweaked each one, eyes roaming her delicious body laid out in front of him. He finally brought his hand to her heated sex, wet with excitement. He lifted his hand on her throat just enough to let her get a gasp of air in before bringing his thumb to her sensitive nub, gently sliding down to dip into her juices and spreading them upward.

She whimpered as he teased her needy sex, her hips needily bucking at his ministrations. He watched her eyes intently as he spun his hand, sliding not one but two digits into her soaking wet sex. His thumb was still teasing her sensitive clit as he went, coaxing whimpers from her sweet lips.

Sebastian curled his digits inside of her, clamping his fingers down harder over her windpipe at the same time. He moved his fingers slowly in and out of her. He knew she’d be making more than broken moans if his hand wasn't fully cutting off her air supply. He continues letting her get a gasp of breath every once in a while when he can tell she's starting to really need it.

His fingers inside of her speed up as he bends down, lips wrapping around her clit which causes her to push her hips up with need. She looks down and meets his eyes, his fingers curling up again while he presses hard against her throat. A soundless cry leaves her as her eyes roll back and Sebastian coaxes her orgasm closer, fingers moving fast and lips applying perfect suction to her clit.

She’s cumming hard, pushing her hips into his face as stars dance in front of her eyes. His hand leaves her throat and she sucks in a deep breath which causes colors to suddenly return to her vision and the intensity of her orgasm to rush through her. She lets out a breathy laugh between gasping for oxygen and meeting Sebastian’s eyes with hers as he teasingly licks her sensitive clit, retracting his fingers from her soaked heat. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you go through.”

Kinktober Prompt List

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babybluebex · 1 year

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italy calling: part three | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part three of three! your time with joe in livorno comes to a tearful end, but, when you return home to london, can you be trusted not to find joe? and can he be trusted not to find you? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: ANGST, lots of crying, but it's sweet, i promise, brief mention of smut word count: 3.4k author's note: since @icallhimjoey is BULLYING me to post this early, i am. everyone say "thank you joey". thank you all so much for your support on this fic, it truly means the world to me. i love you guys, and enjoy the last part!

The rest of the week passed in the blink of an eye. You spent nearly every second with Joe, either laid up in bed or out exploring the streets, and you adored it. He was gentle and kind, though still a cheeky little bloke— at dinner, his hand would teasingly slide between your thighs, only to stay there and not progress, or he would kiss you hard and grin at you when you chased him back into another kiss. You maintained the rules, stopping yourself from texting Lily or Googling him multiple times, abstaining in favor of cuddling and talking. He had so many stories, and he could have regaled you all day if you let him, and you often did.

All too soon, though, Friday came. You sat in Joe’s bed as you watched him pack— you had offered to help him, but he declined, saying that it was something that he needed to do for himself. He seemed to be taking it hard, his brow drawn and mumbling under his breath as he gathered up his things. He scratched his head and sighed, and he looked at you sort of helplessly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He had a habit of employing big, wet puppy-dog eyes on you when he wanted something, usually a bite of your pasta or a kiss, but you could tell that this was something different. “Joe?”

He came to you and laid down, settling his head in your lap, and your fingers started to card through his curls. “This has been the best week of my life,” he whispered. “I don’t want it to end.”

“Me neither,” you admitted. “I… I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you so much,” Joe whispered. He took your hand into his and gently stroked your palm with his thumb, and he added, “This just isn’t fair. I find the perfect girl, and I have to leave her in Italy.”

“You don’t have to leave me,” you offered. “We could keep in touch after you get home.”

“No, no,” Joe whispered quickly. “It’s better if we keep it like this. I couldn’t ask you to join me and… My life is messy, love, and you wouldn’t want any part of it.”

“Yes, I do,” you said, hot tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sniffled, and you said, “If it meant I had you.”

“It’s constant, with me,” Joe said. “You’d constantly be scrutinized, everyone would have an eye on you at all times, everything that’s private suddenly isn’t anymore. Is that the sort of life you want?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked. “Why would any of that happen? Joseph, darling, I’d do anything for you, but where in the world did you get that?”

Joe sat up, his puppy-dog eyes locked on yours with a new intensity, one that made your skin crawl uncomfortably. “I have to tell you something,” he said. “After everything, you deserve to know who I am.”

“I know who you are,” you told him, taking his hands into yours. “You’re Joe. You like cheesy bread and long walks at sunset and smoking after I blow you, and you hate when people are rude and when I get picky about olives. You have a brother and a sister, your best friend’s name is Wesley, you only smoke Camels and use a pink lighter, you’re ticklish on your left side, you’re insecure about your stomach— Joseph, I know you.”

“But that’s not enough,” Joe said. “I’m more than that, there’s more important stuff to know about me.”

“I don’t care,” you told him. “You said at the start of this that you didn’t want me to know, and I'm not going to break that promise, and I’m… I’m okay with that. It’s like you said, we wouldn’t work at home, we only work here.”

Joe pressed his lips together as he thought, and he finally said, “Alright. I guess this is it, then. Give me your phone.”

“Why?” you asked, though you fished your phone out of the bedsheets and passed it to him anyway.

“I’m deleting myself,” Joe told you. He tapped at your phone, swiping and deleting the text conversation, then went to your phone app and deleted every call that you had made to him from your call history. Then, he went to the contacts folder, found himself (still listed under Italy Joe), and deleted it. “No chance of you finding me now. No trace of me left.”

“Give me yours,” you said, and Joe did the same, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you, and you went through the same motions, deleting your texts and calls and contact. Your heart ached at the sight of your name in his phone— your name with a heart next to it— but, before you gave him his phone back, you opened up the camera, and you tugged Joe close to you. “Maybe you can’t contact me,” you started, snapping a picture of both of you. “But you can remember me.”

Joe turned and kissed you without a second thought, and you snapped another picture before you set down his phone and kissed him back. You finally let your tears fall, and you whimpered as Joe broke the kiss. He softly kissed your cheeks and eyelids, collecting your tears on his lips, and you tugged him close and held him tightly. “I’ll never forget you,” he told you. “I love you.”

You shook your head, your frown growing. “No, you don’t,” you told him. “You love me in Italy. At home, I’m messy and boring, and I don’t do anything except watch television and go to bed early.”

“Then, I’d love nothing more than to be messy and boring with you,” Joe chuckled lightly. “I love you, darling, and location won’t change that.”

“It’s your rule, my love,” you told him. “No finding each other. We obeyed every other rule, please just… Don’t ruin this. Don’t let this be tarnished by the end. Everything was beautiful, and it’ll end when you leave in a few minutes, and-and that part of our lives will be over, and we’ll be okay with it. Because we have no other choice.”

Joe nodded gently, and he said, “One more kiss, love.”

You indulged him, softly pressing your lips to his, and he kissed you with all of the love and softness that he had in his body. This man loved you, and you loved him, and you were about to lose him. And you were okay with that. He was only meant for the short time you were in Livorno, and now that was over. But it broke your heart so thoroughly that you actually felt pain in your chest. When you broke the kiss, you only had one request: “Tell me your name.”

“Quinn,” he said in an instant. “My name is Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn.” He would give you the shirt off of his back on a regular day, but it seemed as if your parting had broken his will down to nothing. Before, he had faffed about and not given you even his surname, but now…

“Joseph,” you sniffled. “Joey… Your flight leaves soon.”

“I can get another one,” Joe whispered. “I can stay here for another day or so.”

“Darling, you have to go,” you told him. “Your life awaits.”

Joe kissed you one last time, and he took his phone from your hand, moving to zip up his luggage. He didn’t say much as he led you out of the hotel room, letting the door close softly behind you, and he gave you a tight hug, breathing into your neck and having your scent one last time. “I guess this is goodbye,” you whispered, and Joe gave a shaky breath.

“Not ‘goodbye’,” he said. “‘See you later’, maybe. We’ll see each other again.”

“But not on purpose,” you reminded him. “No finding me.”

“As long as you don’t find me,” Joe said, and you nodded.

When you got back to your hotel room, you felt empty. You were hungry, but you didn’t feel like eating. You were tired, but the bed was too big and lonely. You had hardly been in your hotel room all week, and it looked sad and deserted. Joe’s light was gone. You needed to go home.

But first, you called Lily. “Babe!” she exclaimed as she answered the phone. “Oh my God, how is Italy? I’ve hardly heard from you!”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I met a guy.”

“Ooh!” Lily said. “Tell me about him.”

“I…” you started. “I think I know him. His name sounded familiar, and I think maybe we know each other somehow.”

“What’s his name?” Lily asked. “Let me Google him, maybe I can find his LinkedIn or something—“

“No, no,” you said quickly. “Part of the deal of the fling was that we don’t find each other afterwards. Googling is forbidden.”

“Oh,” Lily sighed. “That sucks. Why did you agree to that?”

“Because I didn’t realize how I would feel at the end,” you said. “Lil, I had a-a whirlwind romance, one of those kinds you only read about. I love him and he loves me, but that’s over now. We were only meant to work in Italy, and I’m okay with that.”

“Your voice is all shaky,” Lily noted. “You don’t seem okay with it.”

You sighed, and your throat tightened as your tears fell. “I’m coming home,” you whispered.

“What?” Lily asked. “Your flight doesn’t leave until Sunday night.”

“I’m coming home now,” you said. “I can’t be here without him. I’ll cancel that flight and get the next flight back to London.”

“If that’s what you want,” Lily whispered. “Pop ‘round my place when you get back, I need to hear all about your guy.”

The weeks passed slowly. After coming home from Italy, nothing seemed right anymore. Your flat was sad too, not even having been touched by Joe’s presence and still feeling the effects of his withdrawal. Your plants were wilting, your bed was too hard, everything was skewed and wrong. Where you used to be content going to work and coming home and watching TV, you suddenly found yourself searching for more.

You started going to coffee shops after work, sitting and reading and trying to enjoy the bustle of people and tourists around you. You had gotten a copy of Joe’s favorite book and tried to read the poetry, but every word made you think of him. Everything reminded you of him. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to send him away home without so much as getting a picture for yourself. Even three weeks out, already, the image of him in your mind was beginning to fade— everything but his eyes.

You tried to enjoy yourself more, the way Joe would have wanted you to. You dressed up with Lily and went to girl’s night and you went to nightclubs, but none of it was the same. You remembered in Italy, how, one night, Joe had taken you back to the nightclub where you met and danced with you. He was an awful dancer and it had made you laugh endlessly, though you weren’t much better, but you had found your rhythm with his arms around you, swaying to the music. That night had ended with room service ravioli and cigarettes on his balcony, wrapped in bedsheets and trying to keep quiet as he knelt down and ate your cunt, and you frowned as you remembered it. There was nobody like your Joe.

Somehow, you resisted the urge to look for him. You hadn’t told Lily his name so that she couldn’t do it either, but you remembered it: Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn. Every day, you wanted to Google that and see what would come up, but you never did, and you were thankful that you didn’t. Even if you found him, there was nothing that said that he would want to see you. Even though he had said that he loved you, that meant nothing. He easily could have had a million reasons why he didn’t want to expand your relationship past Italy. Maybe he didn’t want to fool with long-distance either. Maybe he even had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. There was no telling why he had made that rule, and, even though you tried to pretend that it was blasé and you didn’t care, you cared immensely.

You held your chin in your hand as you gazed out the window of the coffee shop, watching the London afternoon go by. It was rainy, and umbrellas passed by every second, but your eyes went past them, unfocused as you thought. The next day was a deadline, and you weren’t quite finished with your load of work yet, but you knew that you could finish it tomorrow before noon, before that deadline, but you still sat and worried about it. You chewed on your thumbnail and played with a bit of skin on your lip, and you watched as a man in a suit walked by.

You saw plenty of men in suits in London, but this one was different. The suit was a sort of warm beige-brown color, and his pants didn’t fit quite right, a little too long and brushing the rain-slick pavement. He wore a white shirt underneath, unbuttoned two buttons down, silver chain on his freckled neck. He had his phone in his hand, looking down as his wired headphones jumped and clacked with each step, and he finally stopped and looked up at the sign of the coffee shop.

Your heart stopped in your chest, and you jumped in shock. Joe. There was no way. It was impossible. Joe could not be standing in front of you right now. How did the universe orchestrate this? His hair was styled now, pushed back off of his forehead with product, golden-brown curls that you couldn’t help but adore, and his eyes scanned the sign before dropping back down to look through the window. It took him a moment, but those dark eyes found you, and he stood still, his chest heaving as you locked eyes. Slowly, he tugged his other earbud out and held them in his fist, and he gave you a gentle little wave.

You shot out of your seat and gathered up your bag, and you hurried out to meet him. The world flew by you, and your chest tightened as you stepped out into the drizzle and into Joseph’s warm arms, mashing your face into his neck. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, and you laughed as Joe held you tightly, rocking back and forth with the might of his embrace. “How…?” you started, your voice cracking, and you pressed your cheek harder into his skin, clawing at his back to get him closer. “How did you—“

“I couldn’t help myself,” Joe told you. “I went into my data carrier’s call log and found your number, and I Googled it, and I found you. I really just did it so I could see your face again, I really didn’t intend to come find you, but then I found your Instagram, and I saw your post about this place, and-and this cafe really isn’t that far from my flat, and I thought maybe being near you would be enough, and—”

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you whimpered. “Joe!”

“Are you mad?” Joe asked, his lips touching your ear.

“No,” you told him. “So, wait, you mean to tell me that you’re from London? You’ve been right under my nose this whole time?”

“Born and raised,” Joe chuckled. He pulled out of the embrace, smoothing his hand across his hair, and he said, “I could hardly believe my luck when I saw that you lived here too. I mean, London is huge, but also incredibly small, I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other before— Whatever. Do you… Erm… Did you keep up your end of the bargain?”

You nodded. “And I really wanted to Google you too,” you whined. “My friend wanted me to so badly, she wanted to find your LinkedIn profile or whatever.”

“So, you have no idea who I am?” Joe asked.

“And I don’t care who you are,” you told him. “You could be the King of England, and you’d still be my sweet boy.”

Joe chuckled. “You might want to sit down,” he said nervously.

“You’re not royalty, are you?” you asked. Without a thought, you sat down at one of the little wire tables, drenched in rain water, and Joe knelt down next to you, taking your hand into his. “Because I don’t think that I can handle being, like, a prince’s consort or whatever.”

“I’m not royalty,” Joe chuckled softly. “I… If I just tell you, you’ll never believe me. Google my name.”

Slowly, you pulled out your phone and did as he asked you. You couldn’t even begin to type his last name before it was autofilled for you, and you looked at him with wide eyes before you clicked on it with a shaking finger.

Articles. Interviews. Pictures of him on red carpets. Modeling campaigns. Dior. Valentino. GQ Man of the Year. Netflix. HBO. Your head began to swim, and you set your phone down. “Okay,” you started. “So, you’re, like, super famous.”

“To my chagrin,” Joe joked softly, although you got the impression that it wasn’t much of a joke. “But you see why I didn’t want you to know.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you said hazily.

“I’m lucky that no fans wanted a picture when we were out together,” Joe said softly. “That would have ruined my whole anonymity thing.”

“Why did you hide that?” you asked. “This is— Joseph. This is a huge thing to keep secret. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“You remember my ex?” Joe asked. “The one I told you about, the one who used me? I needed to be sure that you wouldn’t do the same, and you proved to me that that sort of thing doesn’t matter to you. You’re not superficial or shallow, you don’t care about fame or status, you liked me for me. You were happy with regular old Joe, and I don’t get people like that anymore. You were— you are— a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to keep breathing you. So, you can leave me be, if you want, you can turn away from all of that and keep living the life that you have. I wouldn’t blame you, I wish I still had this sort of life, but… Darling, I’ve been suffering without you. Life just isn’t the same. I come home from set, and I imagine what it would be like to come home to you, and I… Fuck. I want you so bad, but it’s your decision to make.”

It certainly was a big decision. But you knew your answer. You had known it since the moment you met Joe, all those weeks ago, in that nightclub in Livorno. You tugged Joe close to you and kissed him, tasting cigarettes on his lips. Italy Joe was no more— now, he was just Joe. “We can make it work,” you told him. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.”

“Good,” Joe smiled. “Cool. Awesome. Erm, do you— Would you like to come—”

“If you’re asking me to come home with you, the answer is yes,” you chuckled. “A million times yes.”

Joe smiled, the sort of smile only movie stars could give, and he stood up, taking your hand in his. “I’m just glad you’re not mad at me,” he said. “I thought you’d be upset about me breaking our rule.”

“We’re about to break all of our rules,” you smiled, and Joe grinned at the insinuation. “I’m not mad at all. I’m just relieved that I wasn’t the one who did it first.”

Joe pulled you into his body as he laughed, and you hugged him tightly, your heart opening up inside your chest. Joe. Your Joe was here, and he wasn’t going to leave. “I love you,” you told him, and Joe kissed you hard, his hands sliding down your body and grabbing your hips, tugging you up on him. It reminded you of your first kiss on the beach, and Joe couldn’t help his smile as he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” Joe whispered. “I really do.”

“You know this means that we can, like, vacation exclusively in Italy now, right?” you laughed, and Joe did his laugh that you loved, the hearty chuckle from his chest.

“Of course,” Joe said. “I’d want nothing else.”

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asena-graywolf · 7 months

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Peacefully Morning

It was a peaceful and serene summer morning. Sunlight was filtering through your room's window. The city you live in is incredibly hot this time of year. So much so that even just sitting at home, you could sweat and feel as tired as if you were walking in the desert.

The weather was hot and humid last night. That's why you both slept with white tank tops on. Even though he knew that hugging each other would make you feel more suffocated and hot, Ushijima couldn't sleep without hugging you. You slept on his chest all night. It was a common characteristic of both of you that you did not move in your sleep when you fell asleep. Besides, you were both such a heavy sleeper that you wouldn't wake up even if a missile hit you.

You left your room window open at night. A gentle morning breeze touched your bare shoulders along with the morning sun. Realizing that you had slept enough, your body woke up on its own. You opened your eyes. You breathed in the familiar perfume wafting from Ushijima's neck. It was a sharp and masculine scent. It looked a bit like tobacco cologne.

Ushijima was still in deep sleep. Watching him sleep was your number one hobby. Trying not to wake him up, you got out from under his arm, stepped back a little, and started watching his sleeping face. Her swollen lips and face made her look cute while sleeping. His hair was a little messy. His beard had grown under his chin. However, he shaved every day.

Unable to resist, you slowly moved your fingers first on the ends of his hair, then on his face. Ushijima hummed in his sleep as if he felt your touch. You knew he liked it when you petted him while he slept. You placed your palm on his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. On the other hand, you were smiling at his sweet sleeping face.

Last year, you dreamed of going home with your boyfriend of 4 years. Besides, it was your biggest dream to see each other's faces when you woke up every morning, and now you were living your dream come true.

Your boyfriend sleeps next to you and you pet him in his sleep. You hugged each other every evening and woke up looking into each other's eyes every morning.

Then you felt Ushijima's lips touch the palm of your hand. He kissed your hand that was caressing his face, and then his olive green gaze touched you through his opened eyelids.

“Good morning my love” you said smiling at him.

Even though Ushijima wasn't very good at expressing his affection, he loved hearing such sweet words from you.

He said "Good morning" and got back on his back and stretched with his arms outstretched.

“What time is it?” he then asked you in a sleepy voice.

You reached for your phone on the nightstand next to you and opened the locked screen and looked at the time. Of course, the first thing you noticed as soon as you turned on the screen was not the time, it was the photo of you embracing Ushijima that you made as a screenshot.

You answered "09.00"

"It's early," he said as he tried to get out of bed.

You sat up with him

"Don't you want to sleep a little more?"

"Once I wake up, I can't fall asleep again, you know."

You crawled closer to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"So, since today is the weekend, what is our schedule?"

"If you wanna be roasted in 30 degree heat, we can go out. I guess you don't know how many times the meteorology has warned on the news."

''I am sorry. I've been wanting to buy ice cream and take a walk in the park with you for a long time. For a moment I forgot that it was scorching hot outside."

"No problem," he said, holding your hands around his waist.

"If you excuse me, I'll shave. And then we'll prepare breakfast together."

''It's possible. I'll go to the kitchen then."

You got out of bed. Your first job was to make the bed before heading to the kitchen. You put the duvet and pillows back in their place and restored the bed you two shared.

Then your eyes caught sight of Ushijima's t-shirt hanging on the chair next to the door. You put it on immediately. You are literally lost in the t-shirt. Its arms reached your elbows and its length came down to your hips. You looked at yourself in the full-length mirror next to your wardrobe.

Your boyfriend's t-shirt suits you very well. You folded your arms, reaching up to your elbows. Now you can move more easily. Ushijima also found you quite cute like this. He would always leave you one of his t-shirts to wear on the days he wouldn't be home. You would never leave it with you and wear it as long as you were at home, even when you went to bed.

As soon as you realized that you were wasting your time watching yourself, you immediately ran to the kitchen. Ushijima loved omelets for breakfast. You were going to make his favorite omelette. You took out the ingredients and cracked the eggs into a bowl and started whisking. Meanwhile, you put the pan on the stove and let it heat up. After making sure it was hot enough, you cut a piece of butter and threw it into the pan. The delicious and appetizing smell of butter spread throughout the kitchen. After melting the butter completely, beating the eggs thoroughly, you poured them into the pan and started frying them well.

You had just cooked two omelettes when Ushijima appeared in the kitchen wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts.

“Are you making an omelette? It smelled so good"

The seriousness on Ushijima's face and tone of voice rarely changed. He said it with his usual attitude, but you knew what was in his heart.

''Yes. If this breakfast is for you, omelet should never be missing from the table.

"It would be great if it was never missing, especially if you are doing it."

He got behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He breathed in your scent and placed a kiss on your neck.

''Ah! Usha stop! The omelette will burn"

You put the other cooked omelette on the plate. It was obvious that Ushijima wanted something from you. That's why you turned off the stove to prevent the oil from burning. You turned towards him in his arms holding you tightly and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yes, my lord. What is it your desire from me this morning?” you asked gently.

''Nothing. I wanna only you''

''Really?''

He nodded his head yes. You buried your head between his shoulder and the crook of his neck. He was freshly shaven, and there was a strong smell of tobacco cologne coming from his neck. You loved that scent, so you inhaled deeply from his neck. He hugged you tightly around your waist with his strong arms.

"Usha, you smell so good." you mumbled.

He grabbed you by your waist, lifted you up and sat you on the counter. For a moment you were surprised at what happened.

“Oh? Usha, what are you doing?"

"I wanna eat you for breakfast today"

His feelings of lust must have awakened in the morning. You weren't in the mood right now.

''Please. Now is not the time to be naughty. Come on, the omelettes will get cold. "And we haven't even prepared breakfast yet."

You were about to get off, but he held you tightly and prevented you from getting off the bench. "Why don't you let me kiss you?"

"How did you get the idea that I didn't give permission?" I'm just saying we need to make breakfast right now. Also, what's the rush? "I'm not running away anywhere, I'm here."

He placed his forehead on yours. On the other hand, he started caressing your bare leg. The part covered by the t-shirt was peeling up

"You're wearing my t-shirt. When I see you like this, I have a hard time not kissing you. It's not just that. "I want to do even more"

You took his face between your hands and made him look at you. "If I kiss you, will you take me off this counter and then help me prepare breakfast?"

"I will," he confirmed.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and gave him a passionate and deep kiss. Your tongues danced with each other for a few seconds. When your lips parted, you looked at the saliva stretching between you like a rope.

You asked, "Did you get what you wanted?"

The answer you received was enough to satisfy you.

''Yes''

''Ok. "Help me now then"

You prepared whatever you needed for breakfast together. You cooked the omelettes, and Ushijima chopped tomatoes, bread, cheese and cucumbers. You took out the plates, filled the tea and started the day with a delicious breakfast.

After eating delicious food, you brushed your teeth. At that moment the door rang. You were about to open the door when Ushijima stopped you.

''You stop. I'll get the door"

You went to the living room and sat on the couch with your feet up. You realized that it was the courier who came to the door. Because he asked for Ushijima's signature. After Ushijima closed the door and came to you, you sat up curiously.

He had a magazine in his hand

''What's that?''

He sat next to you and showed you the magazine

''Monthly volleyball magazine. I've been waiting for this for so long. I ordered it two weeks ago"

Ushijima himself was on the magazine cover. The moment he jumped to dunk was professionally photographed

"Oh! I can't believe it, Usha! "You are on the cover of the magazine"

“It's not just that, y/n. The interview I gave last month was also published in this magazine. Let me take a look, it should be on the following pages.

He flipped through the pages of the magazine, found the page about himself, and opened it for you both to see.

''Here it is''

You read the interview carefully and the part that really caught your attention was the part where he talked about being a big supporter of Ushijima.

''Wow! So, you also mentioned that you have a big supporter.

''Certainly''

''You are right. The whole school admired you in high school, now almost the whole country."

“I didn't mention that, y/n.”

You were stunned by Ushijima's statement.

''What? How?''

"Unlike that unnecessary crowd, I have only one supporter. And that's you. Next time, after the match, I want to take you in front of the cameras and announce to the whole country that you are my biggest supporter."

Your heart started to pound. A smile spread across your face and you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“I love you Usha. I'm proud to be your supporter"

He hugged you tightly and said he was proud of your support.

"The more I feel your support, the stronger I become on the court. Always be with me y/n. I love you''

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skippyv20 · 1 month

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Life with Ellie, Oliver and Jaxon😄

Well, Ellie it seems has found her own personality now. She is loving, cuddly, sassy and a little manipulator, intelligent, scruffy! She is all those things. Oh and part “raptor”.

Oliver is still very proud and happy to have his “puppy”. She has him twisted around her little paw. She has put him in charge of treats. Oliver now demands treats for him and Ellie. She gets 2 very small treats, and he gets a little more….and when I tell him “she has had her treats” and he sees her eating them, then he will have his. Always he will gently push one over to her. Oliver loves to share, always has. She tells him when she wants outside, and he lets me know. He still is waking at 7:3o/8:00…and is always watching her. When she plays with Jaxon, if Oliver deems it too much or too rough he barks for them to stop. He loves his walks, but is so happy on the way back home because he knows Ellie’s little face will be at the window. They do cuddle up for naps, side by side more and more all the time.

Ellie is still loving sticks, leaves, twigs and stones. It’s a battle with her. Of course she still sneaks into the house twigs for me. Of course, she gets a treat in exchange. One day last week, she was outside playing. I thought a leaf had flown past her, but it was a little butterfly. I told her to let it go. Then I called her into the house. As she usually does, she went right to her play blanket. She opened her mouth, and out flew the little butterfly!!!! I picked it up ever so gently and put it outside. She is such a sneak! I don’t know how she fooled me. My guess is I turned away for a second. So now, when she is throwing tantrums because she can’t do walks with Oliver…I tell her “until you stop eating leaves, twigs, sticks and stones and butterflies you can’t be trusted to go with him”. Oliver is always wanting me to open the door and to let him take her out alone, but I can’t. She is too busy, and has to be supervised. The day will come when they can go out together, but not for a long time.

I usually fall asleep for my nap on the couch. Ellie of course, goes and lies with Oliver for nap time. Well, her favorite thing to do is to wake me up. She gets on the couch, and crawls on me, and attacks my face with kisses. I opened my eyes and ask “is that you Ellie”….she goes wild! She is like a little raptor. She is vicious!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

So, every once in awhile Oliver likes a light lunch snack. He really is a supper guy. He doesn’t do breakfast, never has. Well, at lunch when I prepare Ellie’s food and put it down, I noticed she won’t leave the counter where I prepare her food. Yeah, I have to prepare a dish for Oliver! She won’t go to her dish until I place Oliver’s food on the floor. He won’t eat it, but she needs to know he has his food. They really have bonded and look out for one another, it’s so cute.

Jaxon and Ellie are playing much better, much calmer now. Ellie is losing that over excited baby. That seems better for Jaxon. She does go after him like a sumo wrestler though, and she loves to touch his tail. He hates anyone touching his tail, even though he taunts her with it. They do talk. They have great conversations. Jaxon meows, she barks. I do wonder what they are saying. It’s quite comical. Then at times Oliver joins in.

Walking Oliver is hard for me. Being outside in the yard is hard too. I miss Cathy and Panda. I think of them all the time. Ellie does help to distract me of course, but still my heart breaks. I do find comfort thinking how much Cathy and Panda would have loved Ellie. I still do see much of them both in her, but mostly now she is Ellie with her own personality, just mixed with the best of both of them. This is the most wonderful thing….she has a little bit of white fur on her chest….just like Cathy. Now though she also has…the ends of her tail are grey, Panda was grey. It’s so strange. I have never seen a tail like that. All black, with grey at the tips. It makes my heart smile!

Thank you for allowing me to share my Ellie, Oliver and Jaxon with you all. I would love to hear your pet stories as well. 🙂❤️❤️❤️❤️🐶

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