#forget the red herring photos of a wine glass

[wntw-virtuemoir-edition]

what are the top 3 reasons that you think Tessa is 🤰? I am not really convinced yet

1. the oversized, untucked vertical striped blouse.

2. the oversized, open peacoat.

3. something else i cannot say on here.

#there’s oversized and then there’s swimming in ur clothes bcz they r 3 sizes too big to hide something u pre-sold the rights to😩 #forget the red herring photos of a wine glass #was i wrong about the italy wedding??

[awfcspencer]

reader feels ugly and just upset and leah comforts? pure fluff I beg xx

Don’t Listen To Them || leah williamson x reader

prompt: requested! Social media can be a cruel, cruel place.

warnings: self confidence issues

a/n: hope you enjoy it! happy v-day to those who celebrate <33

Inside your shared home, you and Leah decided to stay in and build a charcuterie board as a snack before you both cuddle up together and watch a film. For dinner, Leah had lit some candles and put on some slow music while she watched you cook her favorite chicken alfredo pasta recipe. The both of you decided to pop a bottle of red wine as a nice way to end the jampacked week. Dinner was relaxing, enjoying one another’s company and talking about miscellaneous topics. Leah cleaned up the reminiscent of dinner as you began on the board. Organizing the charcuterie board was pretty simple, you had found a Pinterest photo to recreate, and Leah had accompanied you to the grocery store to collect the items you would need.

 Placing the finishing touches on the board, you grabbed your phone located on the other side of the kitchen island. The board had taken you a lot longer than you assumed it would, but you wanted it to be perfect, so you found yourself examining the picture intricately and making sure everything was placed exactly. 

Leah had become bored roughly about 10 minutes into creating the board, she paced back and forth around the kitchen and occasionally sighed loudly to really get the point across that she was bored.

“Wait let me take a photo first Lee,” As you swat her hand away for what felt like the hundredth time tonight from the perfectly aligned board that she had been secretly picking at each time you would set a row of crackers or stack of pepperonis in place. Each time she would eat off the board, you would have to replace the food and scold her. It was like baking a cake with a toddler who would lick frosting off the spoon when you weren’t looking.

“Oh silly me how could I forget Instagram eats first.” Rolling her eyes and grabbing the remote in the living room to put on a movie. “Mamma Mia tonight?” It was always a go-to in the home. You loved the cute little plot and Leah liked singing the ABBA songs loudly in your ear.

“Perfect idea baby,” nodding your head towards the blonde. Carefully balancing the food in your left hand as you make your way towards the couch after you took the perfect photo. Then remembering that you have to get back up and grab the two red wine glasses the two of you had been nursing before. Placing yourself between the defender’s long legs on the L-shaped couch, leaning backwards into her as she placed her head on your shoulder, placing a few kisses in the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t start what you can’t finish Williamson.” Whispering as you kissed her now reddened cheeks.

You grabbed a few of the pepperoni’s and tossed them into your mouth, reaching your hand back and allowing Leah to have a few after she made a toddler-like gesture and a huff indicating that she wanted one.

“I sometimes think you are a 26-year-old stuck in a toddler’s body.” All night Leah had managed to find some way to annoy or antagonize you, all in fun though. 

Pretending to be offended, “Well toddlers don’t cuddle so maybe I should get up.” Making a move to get up and sit on the opposite side of the couch. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t get up, I am comfy, and you are warm.” You plead out in a joking manner, turning towards her placing a kiss on the tip of her nose as you forced her back down to her original position.

“So nice to me now but less than 30 seconds ago you were mean.” Folding her arms across her body and a stern look on her face. You wanted to make a comment about the state of which is looked right now, how it was so toddler-like, but you refrained, settling with a loud laugh.

“Momentary lapse of character” Reaching out to grab a peace treaty as an apology, “Olive?”

“You know the way to my heart, apology accepted.” As she takes it from your grasp and plops it into her mouth, pulling you back closer to her from her previous fake exit as you leaned into her chest.

Opening Instagram to post the pictures you had taken throughout the night. “Do you want me to tag you?” Organizing the selected photos on the screen and applying final touches on the photos. Ending it by adding a song in the background that had been playing when Leah grabbed you away from the masterpiece you had been creating and pulled you in for a quick salsa twirl and leaned you backwards and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah so I can repost it” as she watched you create the post. You and Leah had been seeing each other for a few months, baking in the privacy for a bit before you let the whole world know. Each week that had passed, you and Leah got less and less subtle, performing a ‘soft launch’ through similar locations but different angles or the way she would repost your stories. This specific collection of photos was new though as it featured a slide of a side profile of Leah looking down at the board. It also had only 2 dinner plates, 2 sets of silverware, and 2 wine glasses in one of the photos, indicating it was in fact a date.

The fans had started to catch on and for the most part, the reactions had been mostly positive. Opposite of your life, Leah’s life was in the spotlight. Everything she did, everything she said, and everywhere she went was documented on some sort of social media outlet. Your account had maybe a few thousand followers, most of them you had gained from when Leah first started reposting your posts. So this post would set in stone that you and Leah were officially an item. 

Clicking upload and then facing your phone downward on the table, cuddling backwards more into Leah with your back into her chest. Baking in her warm body, strong arms, and vanilla scent. “Omg who is this beautiful blonde in the third slide?” Gushing over herself as she quickly reposts your photos and places her phone next to yours, pulling you in tighter. “Always so humble Lee” gently swatting her on the thigh as she clicked play.

Every few minutes throughout the movie, your phone would go off, a little buzz that at first you just assumed was a few Instagram likes but after what felt like your phone was vibrating every second, you untangle slightly from Leah and grab your phone.

Your post had over 100,000 likes and several comments from people who you definitely did not know. You scroll casually through the notifications on your device. A few negative comments stuck out to you and when you opened the app, you were greeted with hundreds more.

‘Can’t believe she is dating THE Leah Williamson.’ 

‘Leah definitely downgraded.’

Several comments simply just said, ‘ugly’. The hurtful comments went on and on.

Private accounts and faceless profiles, people would say anything they desired behind a screen when there were no direct consequences. Harsh words that initially you were able to push to the side, but each one that you read dug a little deeper. The response was overwhelming, there were new comments each minute, and almost none of them were nice. It hurt and each one you read felt more real. You could feel the tears coming, the emotions coming out, so you briefly excused herself saying you needed to use the restroom, desperately hoping that the way your voice cracked was unnoticeable.

The words felt true as you locked eyes in the mirror with yourself. Where you enough to be with someone like Leah? I mean she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and what were you? Staring at yourself in the mirror you noticed each and every blemish, freckle, or pore on your face, and the tears began to fall. The grey sweatsuit that you had initially put on for the chill date now felt ugly on your frame, you wanted to rip the clothes off. Someone who was dating Leah Williamson wouldn’t wear such an ugly outfit.

Back on the couch, Leah was beginning to get worried at the amount of time you had been gone. The part Leah knew was your favorite was coming up so she reached for the remote on the coffee table to pause it so you could enjoy it when you returned. In attempting to pause the movie, she noticed your phone open on your Instagram comment section. The vulgar comments made her sick. They were piling in with each minute that passed, and she felt angry, but then she felt sad. She quickly left the couch and rushed to the bathroom, desperately hoping that maybe the pasta didn’t sit right, or you were busy washing your hands. 

A soft knock on the door took your eyes off the mirror. “Hey babe, you all good in there?” the blonde questioned. Leah’s heart was beating out of her chest because she had heard the soft sniffles from outside the door as she walked up to it. She knew you had read the comments. She wanted to run in and immediately convince you that not a single one of those comments were true, but she didn’t want to overwhelm you.

“Don’t come in.” You didn’t mean to scream at her, you weren’t angry with her, but you did not want her to see you like this, your makeup now smeared and tears freely falling from your eyes. You quickly locked the door and rushed to the opposite side of the bathroom. She would break up with you, she would realize the comments were true, you were ugly. You were fidgeting with your hair, a trait you’ve had since primary school when you got overwhelmed or nervous, it was a way to calm down.

“Baby please let me in, nothing any of those comments said is true. Nothing.” She pleaded, hoping she could convince you to let her in. She wanted to pull you into a big hug and say anything and everything she could to help you see that nothing they said was true or how she felt.

“You don’t mean that.” Your head was clouded, only being able to replay each and every comment in your brain. Your eyes continued to shift uncontrollably across different sections of your face or body that you felt ashamed of in the mirror.

“I love the way your baby hairs stand out even though you try and try to brush them down in the morning. I love the little crinkle in your nose when you get annoyed or confused about something. I love the way your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth when you are trying to focus really hard on something. I love your freckles, every single one, especially when you get some sun and they especially become vibrant. I love the way you lick your lips before you speak. I love the way each time you laugh or smile I can see the indent on your cheeks of your dimples even though you try and claim you don’t have them. I love the way you twirl your hair into curls when you get stressed. I love your eyes, it is like I can see a sparkle in them when you look at something you love. I love the way you close your eyes sometimes because you say it helps you think more clearly. I love you baby, every single inch of you. Those comments do not know you like I know you. They do not see how truly beautiful you are to me,” the compliments gushing out of Leah like it was second nature, truly meaning each and every word.

There was silence on your side of the door, taking in what Leah said. A click of the door as you unlocked it and Leah rushed in and to your side immediately. You sobbed into the defender’s chest as she rubbed large circles on your back.

“Thank you, Lee, really.” Your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was racing. You felt safe and loved in the blonde's embrace.

“It is only you baby, you are my love. Don’t listen to them,” pulling you in tighter and placing a soft kiss on your temple as she forced you to look her in the eyes. She took her thumb and brushed over the final tears that escaped your eye. 

“I can’t believe I let social media get to me, this is so stupid. I’m sorry for crying and for ruining our date,” your voice no louder than a whisper as you look down at the bathroom tile. 

She forces your head back up with a finger under your chin, “It’s not stupid baby. I get it, it can be a lot. But anytime you feel like it all gets too much, I want you to talk to me. I want to know. And you never need to apologize to me, and certainly not for crying baby.” 

Another wave of silence fell over the bathroom. The two of you are still huddled in each other's arms, swaying slightly left and right as you come down from the major wave of emotions previously.

"I'm pretty sure we still have mint chocolate ice cream from last week," she quietly whispered, a small upward quirk of her lip that turned into a soft smile. She knew it was your favorite and that you rarely let yourself keep it inside the household because you would easily eat a whole pint. You matched her grin, locking her fingers with yours, and pulled her towards the kitchen.

Two spoons and one large bowl of ice cream was shared between the two of you. Leah had made the final touches by adding chocolate syrup and way too much whipped cream. You took your pointer finger to swipe the white cream and tapped Leah on the nose.

"Who is acting like a toddler now?" wiping her nose with a nearby napkin as you shrugged and placed another large bite into your mouth.

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[hbyrde36]

Chapter 1: Under My Skin

Written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

Art (coming soon!) by @glitterfang

Beta'd by @penny00dreadful

Rating: E | WC: 5937 | Chapters: 1/2 | AO3 Link

Not for the first time, Eddie was really regretting his decision to book a client on a Friday night, and a new client at that. 

It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do, exactly. There were no dates on his calendar, and going out to random bars and clubs on the weekends to look for quick hookups had begun losing its appeal lately.

But it’d been a long week, and he’d much rather have been getting ready to plop down on the couch with Chrissy to split a bottle of red wine while they watched Drag Race, than preparing to do a cover up for some idiot who’d gotten his girlfriend’s name tattooed on his body, only to fall victim to—The Curse. 

Ask any tattoo artist and they’d be the first to tell you, there was no surer way to guarantee a breakup than to ink your significant other’s name on your body forever. 

And yeah, it probably wasn’t fair to judge the guy before they’d even met, but there were only two kinds of people who tended to make that particular mistake—dumbasses, and hopeless romantics. He just kind of assumed his client fell into the former camp, rather than the latter.

Eddie had just started wiping down the front desk counter, which doubled as a display case for the various accessories and body jewelry they carried trying to kill some time between his last appointment and cover-up-guy, when Chrissy came walking out of her studio.

It was one of the biggest perks, in his opinion, of owning their own shop. Not only did each of them finally have their own work spaces—no more having to listen to other client conversations or fighting over a single bluetooth speaker—but being their own bosses also meant they could decorate and customize their own studios to their heart’s content. 

The main area of the shop was a bit of a catch-all, much like his and Chrissy’s shared apartment. It featured neutral walls lined with a mishmash of all the things they loved, sprinkled in and amongst odd antiques, knick-knacks, and various pieces of unique artwork. There was everything from vintage vinyl record jackets tacked to the wall, to faux taxidermy mountings of creatures that had never existed in real life. 

Entering Chrissy’s studio was a little like stepping inside a Lisa Frank notebook cover. All vibrant rainbow colors and aggressive animal print. Eddie had painted the walls himself, color matching the exact shade of fuchsia as the adjustable chair he’d custom ordered just for her. He was no interior designer so she’d taken it from there, and though the finished product was a little too bright for his tastes, even he had to admit it was still pretty fucking metal. 

Eddie’s space was the polar opposite, featuring dark stained wood furniture and a style of decor that could be best described as a slightly more grown up version of a teenage boy's bedroom. Band and movie posters lined three of the walls, but instead of being held up with thumbtacks, or scotch tape, they were neatly laid in matching frames with thick black edging. The remaining wall held a gallery of photos. Him and Wayne from their last fishing trip, one from when he and Chrissy had received the keys to the parlor unlocking its doors on the first day that it was theirs, and an old snap of him and his high school bandmates standing in front of their homemade banner, among many others.

It wasn’t until Chrissy came up to lean on the counter with her jacket zipped-up and her purse slung over her shoulder that he realized something was up.

“Don’t forget to lock up when you're done.” She said, tapping her nails on the glass. “Oh! And can you stop and pick up some oat milk on your way home? We’re out.” 

“Wait, where are you going? Didn’t you have a client booked tonight too? I thought we were in this together, Cunningham!”

“Not anymore.” She said cheerfully, leaning across the counter to rest her elbows on the glass, leaving an ink smudge on the exact spot he had just finished cleaning. He swatted at her with the damp rag and she jerked back with a giggling-gasp.

“Mine had to cancel.”

Eddie groaned. “I hate when clients do that.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. It’s like a free night off I wasn’t expecting.”

“Not exactly free, since canceling means not paying in full.” He grumbled.

“Oh lighten up! It’s not like we’re that behind on bills or anything.”

“Tell that to the electric company.” He said, mostly to tease her, though he couldn't help glancing up at the excessively large and kitschy skull chandelier he’d found on Amazon that definitely didn’t use high efficiency light bulbs, but he had sworn at the time was worth it for The Aesthetic™.

“Why are you always so grumpy?” Chrissy asked, jutting her lip out in a dramatic reenactment of him pouting. 

Not that he was one to pout. 

“I’m not!”

“Look at your face, you're grumpy right now!”

“That's because y- you’re…” He cut himself off with a sigh. 

He couldn't begrudge her the time off, he’d be hightailing it out of there just the same if it had been him. 

“Just get out of here.” He said, conceding defeat.

She beamed. “Okay! See you later!” She said, all but sprinting to the front doors. “Don’t forget about the milk!”

“Wait, why can’t you–” He started to ask, but she was on the other side of the door before he could get the words out.

“Oh forget it.” He mumbled, stashing the glass cleaner away where it belonged. 

About fifteen minutes later the bell above the door chimed, signaling the arrival of what Eddie assumed to be his last customer of the day. 

Except, it couldn't be.

It couldn’t possibly be because the Adonis that had just entered his humble tattoo parlor was, quite frankly, bonkers hot. There was no way, absolutely no way someone had this guy—this guy—so obsessed with them that he went and got their name tattooed on his perfect body and then just… let him go. 

It was unthinkable.

“Hi, you must be Eddie. I recognized you from your Instagram.” Pretty-boy said with a shy smile.

“Steve?” Eddie asked, blinking hard, completely unable to mask the tone of disbelief.

The other man nodded.

Shit, okay.

So this was him—Steeeeeeve Harrington. This was the guy. 

Maybe there was something wrong with him? There had to be a catch, a series of very red flags or something because all Eddie could think about at that moment was, if he ever got a chance with Steve? He’d never let him go. 

Get it together, Munson!

The bright side, of a sort, was that Steve smacked of straight guy energy, so it was unlikely Eddie would even be in the running for a chance anyway. Better to just put it out of his mind.

Though, he supposed he could still… look. It's not like looking ever hurt anyone. Not that he made a habit out of ogling the clientele. Of course, none of his other customers had ever come in wearing vintage Levi’s that fit their ass like a glove, not to mention the way they fit around his–

“Eddie?”

Fuck. 

Had Steve been talking this whole time while he’d been off daydreaming about what those sinfully tight jeans might look like on his bedroom floor?

“Yeah.” A soft chuckle fell from Eddie’s lips as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “S- sorry, man. Spaced out for a second there I guess.” 

What the fuck was wrong with him today?!

“It’s okay. I was just asking if the plan was still the same? In your last email you suggested we should do this over two appointments.”

Work question… yes, good. Focus on the job! 

“Right. With what we talked about I'd like to concentrate on just the outline today, maybe a little shading, and then in six weeks or so once that’s healed have you come back for the color. If you’re still alright with that?”

Eddie could do the whole thing in one shot if Steve really wanted to sit that long, but with something like this he didn't want to feel rushed. He’d done a few concept sketches after emailing back and forth with Steve about what he was looking for, and honestly what they’d come up with wasn’t really his usual style. He could do it, he was more than capable, but he had to wonder why Steve had picked him, out of all the tattoo artists in the city. He’d seen Eddie’s Instagram, so he knew the kind of work he usually churned out. Hell, Chrissy would have been the more obvious choice for this.

Of course, now that he’d gotten an eye-full of Steve in person he was glad he hadn’t tried to pawn him off on her. He was also really hoping Steve would agree to the split sessions, it would give them an excuse to see each other again.

“Whatever you think is best. I’m putting myself in your expert hands.” Steve said, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks.

That was… interesting. 

Maybe Eddie had been a little bit hasty in his initial straight assessment?

Steve’s deposit had been paid, and they’d already gone over pricing through email so there wasn't much to discuss as far as that was concerned, After signing some paperwork and getting the other man’s ID scanned into the system there was nothing left to do but walk Steve back to his studio and get this show on the road.

“You can go ahead and take your shirt off, get comfortable. I’ll show you the stencil I drew up and if it looks good we can put it on and get started.” Eddie said, gesturing to his client chair.

He leaned over his desk while Steve got situated, taking a second to gather his thoughts, as well as add a small finishing touch to the transfer sketch before turning back to his client. The sight made his throat go dry. 

It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. 

At Eddie's direction, in preparation, Steve had shaved his chest. More specifically, Steve had shaved half of his chest. The side Eddie would be working on, that sported the existing tattoo, was bare—smooth as a baby's bottom. The other side was… 

It was…

Jesus Christ.

It should have looked ridiculous actually, and it was a little funny, but honestly all Eddie could think when he stared at the untrimmed side of Steve's upper body, resplendent with the most glorious chest hair, was that it was a travesty, a crime even, that he’d never get to see the whole thing grown out in its full glory. 

The lack of a shirt also highlighted the fact that Steve was incredibly toned, much more so than he had initially appeared even through his slim fit henley. 

Eddie shook his head, praying it had suddenly become an etch-a-sketch and he could clear out his thoughts by sheer force. 

He truly didn’t know what had gotten into him. It was hardly the first time he’d worked on someone he found attractive, but usually he didn’t notice it quite this much. When you pierce and tattoo for a living you get used to seeing a lot of bare skin, including occasionally, areas typically reserved for romantic partners. Professional hazzard, but it’d never been a problem for him before. He was an artist, this was his craft, and bare skin was just another kind of canvas.

He blamed it on his current dry spell, self-imposed as it was. 

It was easy enough to go out on a Saturday and find a guy or girl to bring home for the night, but he was so tired of one night stands and meaningless hookups in bar bathrooms. Where was the substance? He wanted companionship. He wanted a partner. He wanted to fall in love. 

Eddie cleared his throat and crossed the room to hand Steve the stencil, busying himself with raising up his stool to the proper height and pulling on a pair of thick black neoprene gloves while the other man looked it over.  

“It’s great.” Steve said. 

“Good.” Eddie quietly let out the breath he’d been holding. “Alright I'm gonna put this on and have you take a look at the placement, make sure you like it, then we can get started.”

Eddie squeezed out a dime sized amount of the stencil gel and rubbed it into Steve’s chest, laying the transfer paper down in just the right way so that the final design would sufficiently cover what was underneath, assuming he had scaled it right. 

It was perfect. After a quick check in the mirror, Steve agreed. 

While they waited for it to dry Eddie double checked his set up to make sure he had everything he would need for the session.

“Ready to get started?”

Steve took a deep breath and blew it out slow. “Yeah. I am.”

His reply felt heavy, like maybe he was talking about more than just the tattoo. Had they known each other at all Eddie might have asked about it, but they were basically strangers, and it wasn’t his job to pry. 

With steady hands he set the needle to Steve's skin and got to work. 

They weren’t at it for very long before Steve started to squirm. 

Eddie ignored it at first, he could tell the guy was trying hard to keep himself still, and he wasn’t really moving enough to actually disturb the work. Sometimes it took a bit for clients to sink into the feeling, to let the pain fade to the background enough that they could relax a little bit or at least be able to keep their body from trying to react to the odd sensation. But then he noticed the light sheen of sweat spreading over Steve's upper body, and would have sworn he could somehow feel the other man’s pulse quickening beneath the hand he had pressed so closely to his heart, even over the vibration of the tattoo machine.

He should probably stop and do a check-in, suggest a breather or some water. It wouldn't be the first time a seemingly tough muscle-bound guy had struggled to sit for him. 

He opened his mouth to say something about it, lifting the needle as he took a quick glance up at Steve’s face, but what he saw had the words dying on his tongue. Steve was staring back at him, face flushed, breath coming quick and shallow, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

That… did not look like a face that was in pain—or rather—it didn’t seem like the pain was unpleasant. 

Fuck.

Eddie flicked his gaze quickly back down to his hands, the needle, fighting the urge to look lower. 

He shouldn’t. 

It wasn’t right.

The professional thing to do would be to ignore the reaction completely. 

But Eddie was a weak, weak man.

He looked. 

Just a quick peek, less than a half-second that his eyes wandered south, and immediately he regretted it. 

Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck.

Suspicion confirmed. Steve was hard. He was also huge if the unmistakable outline was any indication. Eddie bit his tongue, fighting back the groan that was trying to fight its way out of his throat. 

Those jeans should be fucking illegal. The only thing worse would’ve been a pair of gray sweatpants. Now he was the one sweating.

“Sorry.” Steve said, voice strained.

Eddie stilled, lifting the machine away from Steve's chest again before looking back up to meet his eyes. 

“For?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, challenging him to continue to pretend he hadn’t noticed. 

“It’s fine, really. It… happens. Everyone reacts differently to the pain.”

Steve let out a high pitched and breathy huff of laughter. “It wasn’t like this last time.” He muttered under his breath.

Eddie tried hard not to read into that, not to think about what the difference might be.

“Do you need to take a break?” 

“No,” Steve swallowed hard. Eddie watched, momentarily mesmerized by the bob of his adams apple. “But, uh, can we talk or something? To distract me?”

He sounded so vulnerable, and a little embarrassed. It was enough to snap Eddie out of his daze. The last thing he wanted was for the person in his chair to feel uncomfortable. Talking he could do, it was one of his best things. 

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” Eddie asked casually, getting right back into his line work.

“You.” Steve answered quickly, pausing to clear his throat. “Um, I mean, did you always want to be a tattoo artist?”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much. I used to spend all my time, including the time I should have been using to study or do my homework, drawing, sketching, painting, you name it, and it just kinda developed from there. I gave myself my first stick-and-poke when I was about 15. My uncle was pissed. Not about the tattoo exactly, but he was worried I wasn't being safe enough about it—sanitary and stuff. Of course, he wasn’t wrong. So, Wayne took me out the next day and we got a book about it, and he bought me all the right materials. Even let me practice on him when I graduated to a tattoo machine.”

“He sounds like a really great guy.” Steve said.

“Yeah, he is.” Eddie could feel the wistful smile spreading across his own face. “Not just anyone could step in and raise someone else’s kid like that. Just wish I got to see him more. I go back to Indiana to visit him a few times a year, but it’s not the same.”

“I don’t see my family very much either, but we’re not close.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. My parents, they’re–” Steve trailed off as if looking for the right words. “Well, let's just say they're not as supportive of my—life choices, as your uncle was for you.”

“Oh?”

“I, uh, came out to them a while ago… as bisexual? They didn’t take it very well. Said I was just going through some kind of phase or crisis or something. Sorry, this is probably, like, way too much information to share with someone I just met.”

“No. it’s—Okay, maybe to a normal person it might be but I've never been what anyone would describe as normal. And… I get it.”

Eddie didn’t really have to say it. The outside of the shop sported every kind of pride flag you could think of. There were pictures right behind him on the wall of him and Chrissy at their first ever pride parade right here in the city. Not to mention his social media profiles, where he had a bi  flag right next to his age and pronouns in his bio. Steve knew, was the point, and Eddie was glad he’d felt safe enough in his shop—with him, to talk about it.

“Wayne was really good about that too.” Eddie said softly. “I’m sorry your parents weren’t.”

A comfortable silence settled between them after that and Eddie left it unbroken, better to let Steve decide which direction their conversation went from here—if he wanted to continue it. He seemed more relaxed already and his… predicament had mercifully gone down as they spoke. 

“When did you—how did you… know?“ Steve asked after a while.

“Junior High.” Eddie answered quickly, smiling to himself as he indulged in a little nostalgia. “Kinda the opposite of the usual story, I guess. I thought I was gay. I had such a crush on this boy a grade above me.  Nobody that would have given me the time of day mind you, I was a band geek and a huge nerd, but he was very nice to look at. Then he changed schools. I was heartbroken of course, which is my excuse for why I let this girl drag me under the bleachers during gym class. One second we were just sitting there talking and the next she was in my lap with her tongue down my throat.” 

“And?”

Eddie shrugged. “And I didn’t hate it. I reacted exactly the way a young boy reacts when a pretty girl is kissing them and grinding in their lap. Honestly, it blew my mind a little bit—had to reevaluate my whole world view.”

Steve hummed in understanding.

“It’s still mostly men for me but–” Eddie sighed wistfully, “Women.”

“Women,” Steve agreed reverently, letting out a soft laugh. “It was a bit more recent for me. A friend took me to a gay bar—dragged me there actually.” He started to shake his head, stopping instantly when he seemed to realize he might be moving too much.

Good boy.

Eddie smirked. “I bet you were popular.”

“You could say that. I’ve never had so many people offer to buy me a drink in my life.” As Steve went on he began to rub his hand along the chair's armrest, mindlessly drawing patterns into its surface with his long fingers.

“It’s funny, at 25 I didn’t think I had anything new to discover about myself, at least nothing big, but after that rather eye-opening evening I had to, like you said, reevaluate some things about myself. It wasn’t a huge shock I guess. Like, I had found guys attractive before—friends, celebrities, whatever, I just thought everyone felt that way.”

“Ah, the bisexual’s fallacy. Sure I think about other dudes sometimes, but only the normal amount.” Eddie said.

“How was I supposed to know it wasn’t!”

Eddie stopped tattooing as they held each other's gaze, both managing to keep a straight face for only a second before simultaneously dissolving into hysterical laughter. 

Figuring it was as good a time as any to take a short break, Eddie stripped his gloves off and slid across the room on his stool to a small mini-fridge he kept tucked under his desk, stocked with water and juice—something he always kept on hand in case a client got lightheaded.

As they sipped their drinks and both took an opportunity to stretch, Eddie decided it was finally time to put his foot in his mouth.

“So, how are you enjoying things on this side of the field? Someone as pretty as you, I'm sure you get asked out a lot.”

“No, uh, I don't know. I- I haven't really been out on any dates with guys.” Steve stuttered out nervously. “Kissed a few, but that’s all.” 

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Eddie said. He meant it too. Not only was Steve something special to look at, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. He deserved to be taken out and shown a good time. Maybe he was shy.

Steve laid back in the chair, puffing his chest out as he got back into position while Eddie slipped a new pair of gloves on. 

“Why, you offering to show me the ropes?” Steve asked, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

Eddie’s mouth went dry. 

Okay, not that shy then. Surely it was just fun friendly flirting though, right?

“Don’t tempt me.” Eddie teased back. Two could play this game.

“Why not?”

“First rule of the trade, or at least the Munson doctrine, no dating the clients.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Steve said, and without even looking up Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, a hint of–challenge accepted–in his tone.

The next hour flew by as they continued to chat, both remarking on the differences between small town life and city life, as well as lamenting how expensive it was, and how neither of them thought they’d still be living with roommates in their mid-to-late-20's.

For a while Eddie waxed poetic about Chrissy, who of course filled the roles of bestie, roommate, and business partner, which tickled Steve to no end. 

He told the other man how they’d met, apprenticing at the same tattoo parlor at around the same time. and wound up bonding for life almost immediately. They were total opposites on the surface but deep down they were remarkably similar. Eddie didn’t go into too much detail, as it wasn’t his story to tell, but alluded to the fact that he and Chrissy had the shared experience of being born to shitty parents, only to be raised by another family member. A grandmother in Chrissy’s case.

It meant that they understood each other more than most, and yeah, being around one another 24/7 also meant they got on each other’s nerves a lot, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.  

At some point Steve’s cell phone began to ring from where it was shoved in his front pocket. He apologized profusely for forgetting to switch it on silent before they’d gotten started, but Eddie assured him it wasn’t a big deal. 

Or—it wouldn't have been, except either it was some kind of emergency, or someone who was intent on reaching Steve immediately, and continued trying to call three more times. 

“We can take a break if you need to get that.” Eddie offered.

Truth be told he could use a little breather himself. All this time of being essentially face down in Steve’s incredible chest was getting to him a little bit, not to mention the way his forearm lightly brushed along Steve's stomach whenever he braced himself across the man’s body. The feel of their bare skin touching was almost too much, and more than once Eddie felt himself breaking out in goosebumps. 

“Yeah, I think we’d better. It’s gotta be my little brother and knowing him he won’t stop calling until I answer.”

Eddie busied himself removing his gloves and taking a long drink from his water bottle while he flipped through a few drawings on his side table, trying to look like he wasn’t hearing every word of Steve's side of the conversation. 

“Hey buddy, I'm a little busy right now. What’s going on?” 

Steve paused, listening attentively to the voice on the other end of the call. 

“Dustin, he’s not abandoning you. Just because he wants–”

Sighing as he was abruptly interrupted, Steve somehow made the huff of breath sound both annoyed and fond.

“Well, did he actually say he didn’t want to play D&D with you anymore?” 

Eddie’s head snapped up of its own volition. Did the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in real life just say D&D?

“That’s what I thought.” Steve said with a satisfied tone. “It's gonna be fine. I’ll come see you tomorrow, okay? Tell your mom I said hi.”

“Sorry about that.” Steve said, addressing Eddie this time, rolling his eyes as he ended the call. “Teenagers.”

“Pretty cool little brother if he plays Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Oh no.” Steve groaned. “Not you too! He and all his little friends are obsessed with it.”

“I used to play all the time with a group back in high school. We still try and get together for a one-shot at the holidays when we’re all back home visiting.” Eddie paused, concentrating for a second on wiggling his fingers into yet another set of gloves. There wasn’t really all that much left to do, another 20 minutes or so and he’d be done with the outline. “Was he alright, your brother?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.” Steve replied as he sat back, getting into position. “We, uh, technically we’re not actually related—I'm an only child. But I used to babysit Dustin when he was younger and when he grew up I just sorta stuck around. It’s only him and his mom at home and I guess I thought… I dunno, like, maybe I could help? I drove him to his first school dance, taught him how to do his hair, shave, that kinda stuff.”

“That's… that’s really sweet, man. I’m sure he appreciates having you around.”

With every new thing he learned about Steve, Eddie felt like he was in deeper and deeper trouble. He’d been having a tough enough time keeping it together with simply lusting over a hot body, but now Steve was turning out to be this sweetheart of a guy and, client or not, Eddie thought he might just be worth breaking all the rules for. 

“He’s worried his friend group is falling apart because one of the guys is going out for the basketball team. He’s afraid if Lucas gets in good with the jocks he won’t want to play with them anymore.”

“As a former outcast and enemy to jocks everywhere, I can understand his concern.” 

“Are you saying we wouldn't have been friends in high school then?”

“Steve, Stevie, please. Please don’t tell me…” Eddie trailed off, stopping what he was doing and gasping for dramatic effect–hand over his heart. “Oh god, you were captain of the sportsball team weren’t you?” 

Steve giggled, his beautiful eyes sparkling with it. “Basketball, to be exact. I was the co-captain of the swim team too.”

“I knew it would never work between us.” Eddie tutted, shaking his head as he got back to tattooing. “Are you reformed, at least?”

“Once a jock, always a jock, I'm afraid. I’m a personal trainer now.”

It explained a lot, and the perks—pun absolutely intended—of Steve's day job were undeniable, but as hot as the mental image of him pumping iron was, the idea of Steve palling around with toxic gym bros all day was almost enough to have Eddie second guessing everything.

“Don’t worry though, I don’t like gym bros any more than the next guy.” Steve said conspiratorially. “My clients are mainly older women looking to maintain their strength and mobility as they age.”

Aaaaand Eddie stood corrected. “Lucky ladies.”

Jesus Christ, could this guy get any more perfect?

Steve shifted in his seat, starting to get antsy after keeeping still for so long. 

“Just a few more minutes, almost done.” Eddie murmured, tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on a spot near the curve of Steve’s collarbone.

“Do you do a lot of these? Cover-ups I mean?” Steve asked. “My roommate is the one who actually suggested it. For some reason I just never thought about it as an option.”

“I don’t know if i’d say a lot, but a fair few, yeah.”

“You, um. You can ask about it… If you want.”

Eddie glanced up in surprise. He would never have brought it up without being prompted, it just didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t deny he was curious, and if Steve was okay with it then–

“Okay, I'll bite. Who’s Nancy?”

“My fiance’. Well, ex-fiance’ now. We broke things off a little over a year ago.”

“That’s rough, I'm sorry.”

“It’s okay. Honestly, It’s… I should have probably seen it coming? We were high school sweethearts—got together before we really knew who we were on our own. But I was dumb and in love. I got the tattoo and proposed. I was so happy that day, but looking back it was so obvious that she’d only said yes out of pity or guilt, not because she really wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.”

The part of Eddie that believed in true love—and all that cheesy shit—was sad that a couple who had been together for so long, who had essentially grown up together, hadn’t been able to make it work. Selfishly though, a small piece of him was happy to learn that they’d been broken up for quite some time, lessening the chance that, if he did somehow gather the courage to ask Steve out when the tattoo was done, he wouldn’t be on the rebound.

“It was tough. I felt like a failure for a long time, like I was having to start my whole life over from scratch when I'd thought for so long that she was it for me, but it's actually been… good. We weren’t right for eachother, I can see that now. As much as it hurt, I'm grateful she had the courage to break things off when she did.”

“I’m glad you’ve been able to come to peace with it.”

“Getting this tattoo feels like the final step into letting that life go, y’know?”

Eddie nodded. Steve’s demeanor before they got started made so much sense now.

“Is there some significance to the design?” He asked, making his final line and setting the machine down. He wiped at the excess ink on Steve's skin, raising his head just in time to see the way the other man’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, Robin. She–she’s everything to me. Like a best friend, but more somehow. I don’t think I really knew what unconditional love was before her. She’s like, another piece of my soul or something. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

Eddie froze. 

The tattoo design was a bird—a robin.

A robin.

For, Robin.

How could he have been so stupid! 

Of course, Steve was getting one girl’s name covered up with something to represent the new one. 

Jesus Christ, they were both idiots.

Eddie for getting his hopes up, and Steve for making the same mistake—twice. At least this time it was a symbol and not a name, so if he and the latest potential Mrs. Harrington didn’t work out, at least he wouldn't have to worry about covering it up.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked.

The question spurred Eddie back into action. He spread the foam soap over Steve’s chest continuing to clean the finished tattoo while his heart crawled up into his throat. 

“Yup. All good.” Eddie forced the words out.

That's what Steve must have meant about not going on dates, he already had someone at home. Why hadn’t he just said that before though? And why had he flirted with him? 

Maybe he’d felt funny at first about admitting to being with a woman after all the talk about being bisexual. Not that Eddie would have judged, but he knew a lot of people did—bi erasure was so real. He understood that, but it didn’t make it hurt any less that Steve had, inadvertently or not, lead him on. 

Eddie gently patted the newly cleaned skin dry with a paper towel and carefully applied a square of Saniderm over the area, smoothing it out as he gave Steve his usual spiel, albeit a little robotically, about how to care for the tattoo over the coming days and weeks.

He quickly turned his back when he was done, telling Steve he could get dressed, and feeling stupid as all hell for being this upset about a guy he barely knew. He’d felt something though, potential—a spark. It was more than he’d felt for anyone in a long time.

Steve got quiet, looking a little confused with the sudden 180° Eddie’s mood had pulled. He felt a little bad about that as he brought the guy back out to the counter, but it wasn’t as though he’d suddenly become unprofessional. He was just… no longer being overly friendly.

After confirming the date for his second session, Steve paid his balance and Eddie walked him to the door.  

“Have a good night, Steve. Call the shop if you have any concerns or questions about aftercare.”

Steve bit his lip. “Oh, I… okay. See you in six weeks then.”

Eddie forced a smile, waiting until Steve was out of sight around the corner to lock up, and slunk back to his studio to disinfect it so he could finally go home and sulk.

Chapter 2

All my thanks to @penny00dreadful for all of your wonderful beta work, and cheerleading, and support, and just generally being THE BEST 💜

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HAPPY 1K!!!! That's SO exciting and well deserved!!

Might I humbly request a ficlet with...

Z. "You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"

and ⭐Celebrity AU

Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy! 🍓

I'm celebrating 1k followers, requests are open

Just how much I'll do

Rated: M

Words: 989

Tags: Celebrity AU, modern AU, rockstar Eddie, nepo baby Steve, fake dating, sexual tension, finger sucking, enemies to lovers

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“Ah, there they are,” Eddie says. “Took them long enough.” 

Steve stops chatting with the waitress to follow his gaze. Something is glinting beyond their window, in the tiny space between two cars on the other side of the dark street. A camera. The waitress hurriedly puts down their dessert and scurries off. Steve watches her go with a disappointed frown. Using the moment of distraction, Eddie reaches out across the table and tangles their fingers together. 

The frown melts into a bitchy scowl and Steve flinches like Eddie’s hand is something gross. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Eddie laughs, loud and unashamed in the hushed quiet of the restaurant.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos. He flips their entwined hands so they’re facing the window, running his thumb over Steve’s knuckles in a slow, deliberate motion. His smile is wide and teasing as he leans over the table and into Steve’s space. “I must admit I’m a tad bit insulted. I make an effort to look nice for you, take you to the fanciest restaurant in town, and you’ve got nothing better to do than flirt with the waitress all night? Why, Stevie, do you even still love me?” 

“Quit it, Munson,” Steve snaps, trying to yank his hand away, but Eddie holds firm. A few quizzical heads turn in their direction and he’s quick to stop struggling. When he speaks again, his voice is a low hiss. “You know as well as me that this is all a publicity stunt. Don’t forget about the deal.” 

“Sure,” Eddie drawls, snatching a chocolate-coated strawberry from his plate and popping it into his mouth. The chocolate bursts between his teeth and tangy, juicy sweetness explodes all over his taste buds, making him hum in pleasure. The place may be way out of his comfort zone, markedly different from his usual dark and edgy night clubs, but at least the food is excellent. “We go on a few dates together, let our friends out there take their little photos, write their little news stories. After a few months, we break it off amicably - no hard feelings, you’ll always be special to me, yadda yadda. My label gets off my ass about my ‘out of control’ lifestyle, your old man gets to beat those completely unfounded allegations of homophobia just in time for the big election. Look how supportive he is of his queer son, after all. A true champ, a beacon of tolerance and open-mindedness, a shining example for all of us.” 

Steve, who has just taken a sip of his wine, snorts so hard, Eddie’s surprised it doesn’t come shooting out of his nose. He has a nice laugh - pretty like the rest of him, but there’s a bitter little twist to his mouth that never seems to quite disappear. Eddie catches himself wondering what his smile would look like without it. 

“Please,” Steve sneers, putting his glass back down with a bit too much force. A few drops of wine splash over the rim, staining the table cloth red. “My dad’s a bigoted old asshole and we both know it.” 

The hand that’s still tangled with Eddie’s tightens, almost painfully. A small part of Eddie imagines the things Senator Harrington must call his darling son behind closed doors. 

“Makes me wonder, though,” is what he says, “why you agreed to play along in this little farce? Why help him out if he’s such a douchebag?” 

For a second, something pokes through the facade of bored indifference on Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable and honest. Eddie wants to grab a hold of it and pull it all the way to the surface, lay it bare and never let it go again. But it’s gone as quick as it came, slipping through his fingers like mist. 

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and the bitter curl returns to his lips. “Not like you’d get it.” 

He's right, Eddie thinks. He probably wouldn't. He hasn't seen his own sperm donor in twenty years. He doesn’t know what it's like, growing up in the shadow of an overbearing father, constantly forced to uphold your family's image, to live up to expectations. 

But something in the way Steve says it, all haughty and derisive, like Eddie isn't even worth an explanation, makes something ugly stir low in his belly. 

“Oh, I think I get it,” he says, plucking another strawberry from his plate. Steve watches with a furrowed brow how he lets it dangle between them, waving it idly about as he speaks. “I think it must be hard, constantly begging for daddy's love and acceptance, but only ever being fed the scraps. Always so eager, always so willing, but never quite good enough, you poor boy. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?” 

Steve's eyes go wide, perfect lips parting around a punched-out little sound. Eddie grins triumphantly, lifting the strawberry to his mouth. 

But he never makes it there. 

Steve surges forward, fingers closing around Eddie’s wrist. Eddie watches, heartbeat pounding in his skull, how Steve sucks the fruit into his warm, wet mouth. How pink lips slip over his fingers, all the way down to the first knuckle. Chocolate cracks and a thin rivulet of red juice trickles down Eddie's thumb. Steve darts out his tongue and catches it, never once breaking eye contact. 

“Holy shit,” someone whispers. It takes Eddie a moment to recognize his own voice. He knows it's impossible through the glass and the distance, but he swears he can hear how the camera shutter on the other side of the street goes crazy. 

Steve releases his fingers with a slick sound, tongue licking over plush lips to gather the last traces of strawberry and chocolate and Eddie still clinging to them. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse, breath cool against Eddie’s wet skin. 

“Let's get outta here … and I'll show you just how much I'll do.” 

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And then they went home and had hate sex. The end.

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In a Corner I Haunt (Right Where You Left Me)

Authors Note: This is really sad lmao. I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time and seeing the new set photos really just inspired me..angst to come. It is my birthday week so count this as a small gift from me to you!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader 

Warnings: Break up, lovers to strangers to whatever this is, my first big angst piece me thinks. 

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The back of the restaurant was her favorite place to sit. It was perfect for watching who came in and out of the bar. Watching those strangers who came in alone and left with someone they met at the bar for a night. Watching the families stumble in. Kids excited to leave the house for the night, the parents looking at one another with a certain kind of admiration after however many years. She watched awkward dates take place, she was here almost every night, same table, same glass of wine, same order.

She wondered if anyone ever watched her in return.

She wondered if anyone thought about her story, why she was here almost every night. Why she sat in the same place of the old brick building, looking out the window of the decades old building. But maybe to the outsiders she was just a ghost stuck in the loop of her most heartbreaking moment. The moment where she felt like she died.

Her excitement peaked as she closed the umbrella under the awning of the brick building. Peter was sitting at their usual table in the back corner of the restaurant dressed in a dark green dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was slightly disheveled, only becoming more messy as he nervously ran his hand through it turning his head to look out the window, (Y/N) smiled raising her hand waving excitedly. Finally her feet carried her into the building, over to the usual table.

“You look handsome.” She spoke leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips. Peter returned the kiss quickly, being the first to pull away. She paid this no mind. Tonight was a big night, that’s why Peter was nervous.

No other reason.

Peter gave his awkward grimace up to her, which (Y/N) returned excitedly, the tension building in her stomach as she settled across from him. “There are my favorite lovebirds..the usual? Glass of our cheapest red, with an order of flatbread and gnocchi?” The waiter spoke excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“That’ll be perfect Andrew thank you.” Peter spoke swallowing hard, his hands shaking as he spoke. (Y/N) reached out to hold his hand, Peter let it linger for only seconds before dropping her hand patting the top of it. Andrew rushed off, leaving the two alone.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) asked, sipping her water, playing with the locket around her neck which held a photo of her and Peter on the inside.

“Busy. Worked in the lab all morning, had a presentation with Otto that took forever, then I…got the subway here.”

His account of his day was short. Nothing out of the ordinary for when Peter was nervous. He didn’t eat breakfast she had made this morning, rushing off forgetting the usual routine. Breakfast, a goodbye kiss, him forgetting his keys or something else important, before kissing her once more. But this morning everything had gone smoothly, but he left as soon as he got dressed.

She hoped maybe he just didn’t want to ruin any surprises.

She went on the account her day for him, it was short also her excitement making her speech a thousand miles a minute. Her body was on fire basically hoping that in a minute now he’d pull out a ring and ask her to marry him.

It never came. Instead they sat in silence, their wine coming out first Peter was downing it glass after glass. Throughout dinner he was quiet. No quips, no people watching and making up fake backstories for them.

Just silence.

Until after dinner, he reached across the table grabbing her hand. Turning it over in his, her palm facing up.

Now.  Now was the moment, Finally he was gonna do it. Quick and simple.

A cold metal dropped into her hand and she looked down to see the key she had given him to her apartment. She looked at Peter confused, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

“I think..I’m sorry. I’m breaking up with you. I, uh, I can’t do this. I love you but I do think it’s best.”

If she was on fire before, her body had broken out in chills, her hair standing on end. Suddenly she could hear every small sound in the restaurant, his voice amplified by ten.

“But I can’t do this. We aren’t right for each other, I’m not right for you. We just don’t fit together anymore..I’m always at the lab and you’re waiting for me at home. This is not how we should be spending our twenties.” He laughs. He’s laughing at her, everyone is laughing at her even if they don’t know it.

“Pete..” Her voice breaks as he stands up. Grabbing his coat biting the inside of her cheek, she reached out for him knocking the wine glass over it shattered on the floor.

“I said it’s over, (Y/N). It’s done. Don’t do this, don’t embarrass yourself begging for a man. You’re better than that.”

It felt like she just had venom spit in her face. Her jaw twitched as she gazed up at him with wet eyelashes, a choked breath left her mouth as she began to cry. Peter turned and walked away. Left her there in that restaurant, tears rolling down her face.

The sun on the window of the restaurant warmed her face as she sipped what was left in her glass. Her hair clipped off her face, though she was older now by several years she still saw that twenty-three year old girl in the reflection.

“Check?” Andrew asked to come to collect the empty dishes. 

“Oh uh yeah.” She smiles up at him. Andrew nodded at her walking off with her dishes, she slipped her arms through her sweater tucking a few stray pieces of hair away as she dug in her bag for her card.

As the bell of the restaurant rang she looked up out of reflex, her heart jumping into her throat as she looked at the ghost from the past in front of her. Coffee in hand, dressed nicely in a brown sportcoat and a blue button down, all nicely ironed and buttoned correctly. He had grown up. (Y/N) took a deep breath and smiled at him, lifting her hand to wave at him. Peter walked over slowly, swallowing harshly taking a seat across from her.

“I thought that was you. I was walking towards the school up the road and..I had to know.” 

Peter’s hand gestures anxiously in the air as he talks. Running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

“It’s me.” She gives him a downward smile laced with a certain bittersweet message behind it.

“How..have you been?”

“I’m good, I'm writing for the Bugle. Jameson finally gave me my own office.”

“I know I read your pieces every morning when I have coffee. I meant..”

“I’m good Peter.”

It was a bittersweet lie. She sat here every Friday watching the people move on with their lives, new people come and go. Watching everything play out in the corner. Part of her hoping she’d blink and she’d be back in that moment that she could stop it before it happened. Peter Parker was the only man she had ever loved, and she’d accepted she’d probably never love again.

“I was scared.” He spoke after a few minutes of silence. “I was so scared. You were perfect, you had everything planned. You saw a side of me I never saw, and that terrified me. I was scared of ruining you. I was scared of…you leaving me. I was twenty six and I didn’t have anything planned out, and I was scared one morning you were gonna wake up and you were gonna see that.” He laughed, playing with his fingers, twisting a gold band that sat happily on his left hand. Her heart sank, but she kept her head above the water. “May gave me a ring to propose to with. And that’s what made me run. I am so sorry.”

“We were..so young Peter. I would have followed you to the end of the earth had you asked me. I never intended on leaving you.”

“You didn’t?”

(Y/N) shook her head, giving him a tight lipped smile. He let out a chesty laugh, wiping tears away from his eyes. She caught a glimpse of the ring once more.

“How long have you been…married?”

“Oh uh, god it’ll be 4 years in May.” He nods. “She’s a teacher. I have a daughter too..she’s three she’s at the school with her, I was on my way to pick up. It’s daddy daughter day.”

The water in her mind was getting deeper, she felt the waves pulling her further out. “Whats her name?”

“It’s Camilla.” He nods. “Camilla May Parker.” He laughs, pulling out his phone and pulling up his lock screen. The three captured a perfect family moment Peter with his daughter on his chest and wife on his arm.

That final wave came and pulled her under finally, she wiped away her falling tears. She tried her hardest to hold them back as she looked at him. He had grown into quite the man, he was graying now but only reaching his mid-thirties. He looked just how she pictured he would.

“She’s beautiful, she has your big puppy dog eyes.” She laughs, her body and voice shaking. Suddenly she stood, she needed to get out of this ocean of emotions.

sin “I uhh I have to go Peter. It was really nice seeing you again.” She said biting the inside of her cheek, grabbing her bag and shoving enough cash on the table to pay for the bill that never came. Peter’s hand reached out for her knocking the wine glass to the floor, she looked at him noting the irony in the situation.

“You have a beautiful life Peter..you need to cherish that. We were..basically kids. I will always love you, but I have accepted that you will never love me again. So please go pick up your daughter, and give your wife a kiss and hold her extra tight” She whispers to him as she pulls her hand away. Just like a ghost passing over she finally walked out of the restaurant. Her tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she laughed a bitter laugh at the irony of leaving him right where he left her.

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Selfish

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 2 Summary: You and Joe decide it’s time to be selfish.

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.), mild violence (small fight scene).

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Joe flips through the photos while you pace your kitchen. He places the pictures down with a long sigh.

"Maybe someone is just being funny."

"Joseph, nothing about this is funny. They know where I live. They personally dropped this off."

"What do you want me to do? I hire a bodyguard and-"

"No. That will draw more attention. I don't know. If this gets out-"

"Cheeks, look at me. I won't let anything happen to you. I will find out who did this. They have nothing here."

"They have a photo of us kissing. You're publicly dating everyone's favorite news anchor. If this gets out, I will be the one whose name gets dragged through the mud. Not yours and not Nicole's. You said you would break up with her."

"And I am. Her mother is really sick. I don't want to be an asshole." Joe takes a deep breath realizing how that sounds right now. He pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead.

"We should stop. This isn't good."

Joe doesn't let you go. He knows it's wrong, and he knows he should end the affair, but Joe doesn't want to lose you again. He won't.

"We will figure it out."

"You should go. I'll call you later. I have to do this thing with my mom and about Thanksgiving. Just forget I asked. My dad will understand."

"Stop. I'll come. Remember how we used to spend Thanksgiving: my family and your family? Game boards and watching our dads argue over a simple game." Joe kisses your lips and grabs his keys, leaving you to your thoughts. Mya comes over a few hours later to cheer you up. You have no one to confide in right now, and you're close to spilling everything to her. She hands you a glass of wine.

"Talk to me. I can see the wheels turning in that big head of yours."

"I'm in love with some I cannot have." You confess.

"Why not? You're a gorgeous independent woman; what idiot wouldn't want you?" Mya laughs, throwing her head back. You stare into the glass of red wine.

"He has a girlfriend."

"Oh. OH!" Mya puts her glass down and turns her complete attention to you. You're about to gush on everything when her phone rings. Mya groans and grabs it, answering a call from her mother. You down your glass and pour another glass while waiting. Mya returns, jumping down on the couch and smiling.

"He's not married, so I don't see the harm. He's the one in the wrong, not you. It's not your relationship, so who cares." She encourages you to make yourself happy and keep seeing the guy. You met Mya during your first year in residency. She was a couple of years older than you, but she reminded you of Quinn. After a few more glasses and a pep talk, you are feeling yourself. Mya heads to the guest room to sleep, and you take the time to send Joe risky photos. In recond time, Joe is facetiming you. You fix your robe and sit on your bed.

"Hello, Joey," You grin, holding the phone up, only showing your face.

"Stop playing with me. Put the phone down."

"What?" You can't hold your laughter when you place the phone on the bed. You hear Joe groan, complaining about you. Standing up, you drop your robe to the ground and pick up the phone. This time letting Joe get the full view.

"Fucking hell, Cheeks. I'm not even home right now." Joe groans, rolling his eyes.

"Where are you?"

"Reviewing plays and watching old footage at Tee's place. Half of me is ready to leave so I can fuck-"

"Yo J, we're going to order late-night take out you in?" Ja'Marr calls. Joe mutes his phone and puts it down. You pout and put your robe back on. Joe returns to the phone, frowning.

"I gotta go. This game Sunday is-"

"I get it. Go ahead." You nod your head and end the call without a goodbye. You decide to drink some water, take some pills, and let sleep do the rest. In the morning, you spend a good chunk of the day in bed trying to catch up on the Netflix show "You." Your phone starts ringing, and you see it's a facetime from Quinn.

"Quinn, what's up."

"I can't get married! Like, think of how hot I am. To be tied down but one extremely hot and wealthy man? He is so lucky!" She shouts. You laugh at your friend and sit up in bed.

"He is fortunate to have you."

"Fran told me you and Joe are on speaking terms. I'm glad to hear that. Have you been okay? Sorry, I'm such a shit friend."

"No. Stop. You're busy, and I understand. I am also busy. I'm doing okay. With everything."

Quinn gives you that look, the look of "I know you are lying." look. You take a deep breath.

"I will uninvite him to my wedding," Quinn states, making you laugh again. She always knows how to cheer you up.

"It's fine. Joe is your friend just as much as he is mine. We're okay. I promise."

"I worry about you. I don't want you to spiral down because of that prick."

"You and I both know Joe isn't a prick."

"Hurting my best friend makes anyone a prick. I could use a more vulgar word if you want."

"I'm fine. I swear. And we don't see each other often, so it's okay."

You stay on the phone with Quinn for another hour before hanging up and deciding to visit your parents. Your mom immediately starts nagging you about settling down and giving her grandkids. You have no plans to have children anytime soon. Leaving your mother, you decide to go downstairs and spend time with your dad before dinner.

"Is Joey boy coming to Thanksgiving dinner?"

"He has a girlfriend. I'm sure he will spend it at her house with her family."

"How did you mess that up? You guys were attached at the hip before."

"Dad. We mutually ended things. I wanted my career, and he wanted his."

"I know. But you were sad for a long time. I was really worried about you. I am proud of you—my beautiful little doctor." He kisses your head just as your mother calls for dinnertime. You stay at your parent's house pretty late. When you get home, Joe is sitting on your steps. You unlock the door, and he follows you in. Your mind tells you to kick him out, but when he touches you, your sense dulls, and you become putty in his hands. Joe places you down on the bed and kisses you softly. He whispers how much he loves you with each kiss, starting from your lips and working his way down your body. You pull Joe back up to kiss him—just a simple kiss. Joe starts down at you with some much love in his eyes. You look away and push him off.

"I'm tired." You whisper, wiping your tears. Joe pulls you close to him, and you both drift to sleep. In the morning, while getting ready for work, Joe sits on the bed, watching you with a grin.

"You look so hot in your doctor uniform."

"Joey, it's 4 am. Cool yourself down, boy."

"I can't!" He pouts, turning on the tv. You sit on his lap and kiss his soft lips. Joe sneaks his hand into your pants, slowly rubbing you through your panties. You look down at him, and he is wearing a big smile. Joe uses his index finger to slip past your panties into your drenched folds. You arch your back and moan as he rubs your clit in circles. Your body damn near shuts down when you hear Nicole's voice coming from the tv. All at once, you pull his hand out and stand up, fixing yourself. You can see the large strain on Joe's sweatpants. Joe stands up, adjusts himself in his pants, and turns off the TV, not before sucking on the finger that was just in your cunt. You shudder and walk away. You go your separate ways, and it's hard making it through a long shift when your mind is stuck on this morning. All you can think about is getting off and going home, calling him over to fuck you into oblivion. But that doesn't happen; in fact you and Joe don't see each other until Thanksgiving, when he shows up with his family and his girlfriend.

"It is so nice to meet you. I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity." Your mother gushes over Nicole as you push food around your plate. Joe won't even look your way. He knows how fucked up this is, but Nicole asked to come with the family at the last min. He couldn't say no.

"Pass the mashed potatoes, sweetie." Your dad shouts down to you. You pick it up and pass it to Joe's mom. Joe kicks you gently under the table. You don't look up. You refuse to look up at Joe.

"Omg, Joey babe! Is that a photo of you? Look how little you were, omg!" She points at the photo of you and Joe during your 8th-grade dance.

"Yeah, it was our dance for 8th grade," Joe confirms.

"You guys went together?"

You don't speak, and neither does Joe. Nicole's smile slowly turns into a straight line as she puts things together.

"Did you guys date?" She finally asks. You don't speak. Joe doesn't talk. Your parents look at Joe's parents.

"Freshmen year of college. But they broke up when he went to LSU." Your mother breaks the awkward silence. Joe coughs as Nicole stares at you.

"The best friend that broke your heart. I thought you meant that in a funny way. But I get it now. Bathroom?" Nicole gets up, and your mother takes her to the bathroom. Joe's mother looks at you and then at Joe.

"You didn't tell her you used to date? Joe, that was a bomb. She looked totally caught off guard."

"I'll go talk to her. I didn't think it was important." Joe says, standing up to chase after his girl. You start biting on your lip, trying not to let his words get to you. You're not important; those were his words.

"I have to take this call." You say barely above a whisper. You go to your bedroom and answer the call. Thank the heavens you are on an on-call shift because you are needed at the hospital right now. You say goodbye to everyone except Joe and Nicole. Joe excuses himself from the family game to follow you to your car.

"Hey-"

"Not important." You swing your door open, waiting to hear what he has to say.

"Cheeks, you and I both know I didn't mean it like that."

"Right. Not telling your current girlfriend anything about your ex makes perfect sense. Especially since you're still fucking that said ex." You get in the car, ready to slam the door, but Joe grabs it.

"Stop."

"Everything okay?" Nicole asks, standing on the steps of your parent's house. You look up at Joe, asking him to let go of the door. Joe nods his head and closes your door. You pull out of the driveway, leaving them behind. Nicole crosses her arms, waiting for Joe to speak.

"Let's get home. I'm tired and want to look over some footage." He takes her hand, leading her back inside.

You and Joe avoid each other for the next few weeks, but that stops when you both attend Quinn's New Year's Eve wedding. You smooth out your emerald green satin bridesmaid dress and take a deep breath. The long slit going down the left leg gives little to imagine. Quinn is insane for designing this dress for a wedding. You take a look at the cleavage and shake your head. Insane.

"Quinn, this dress is way too revealing for a wedding. Like my tits are almost popping out."

"That is why it is an adult-only wedding. I wanted my bridesmaids to show some leg show some tits! Be free! Look at my wedding dress! The girls are popping out as well."

You just shake your head and laugh. The door opens to Francis, Quinn's twin brother, and two other bridesmaids.

"Don't you look absolutely stunning?" He pulls you into a hug.

"I told you, you looked amazing. Ladies! The countdown begins." Quinn claps, getting everyone's attention. Your nerves are running a bit crazy because you know Joe will also be here, even though Quinn said she would uninvite him because of you.

"Alright, we have to get going. See you down the aisle." Francis pulls you and the others out of the room. You stand lined up, ready to start the ceremony. The doors open, and it begins. The ceremony is 30 mins long, followed by the reception. You did your best not to make eye contact with Joe during the ceremony, but he now sits directly across from your table during the reception. The best man stands up and makes his speech, and you know you are up next as the maid of honor. You down your drink to give yourself some liquid courage and stand up. Everyone's eyes are now on you, but the only pair that matter are the baby blue eyes piercing your heart.

"I have had the pleasure of knowing Francheska, aka Quinn, for 14 years. We have been through Hell and back. Quinn is the sister I have always wanted. She is always in my corner just as much as I am in hers. Watching her grow into this amazing woman has been my pleasure. Thank you for allowing me to be on this journey with you. Nico, thank you for loving her unconditionally. When you asked me to help you find a ring, I could barely contain my excitement. But I knew she deserved you just like you deserved her. I want to wish both of you happiness and love always. To Quinn and Nico." You raise another glass and toast. Quinn wipes her tears and stands up to hug you.

"That's my best friend. It's so funny because me and Francis always thought it would be her and Joe getting married first. I beat you guys!" Quinn shouts. Joe claps and laughs, and you shy away from the attention. Throughout the night, you are happy people keep Joe busy with conversations. That is until Fran pulls you, Joe, and Quinn, into a private room.

"Sorry, Nicki girl, this is a friend zone. Just the four of us." Quinn says, closing the door on Nicole. You sit on the couch away from Joe, who is leaning against the door. Fran starts pouring shots.

"To us! 14 years later and still hanging strong! One down, three to go! Fran hands out the shots. You clink glasses and throw them back.

"I know Joey can not get plastered, but let's take a few and enjoy this night for me!" Quinn shouts. After three more shots, the guys leave. Quinn grabs your hand as the door closes.

"What's wrong? Are you going to be sick? Last night at the bachelorette party, you seemed spaced out talking to me."

"I've been sleeping with Joe for the last few months. Last month we had a small fight and haven't done anything since. We haven't even talked, but seeing him here again. I feel dizzy."

"I knew it! Fran owes me $20. You know Joe was acting super weird too, but Fran didn't know what was up. This is too good!"

"Quinn, what do I do? He has a girlfriend. He's moved on. It's not fair for me to keep seeing him." You pour another shot, trying to drink yourself into a reason. Quinn hugs you again.

"Talk to him. I'll be back." She leaves, and you sit on the couch; as time passes, you start pacing. When the anxiety is no longer bearable, you grab the bottle and return to the party. Nicole is pinned to Joe's side. There is no way you can grab him to talk, so you force yourself to have fun and forget him. This is your best friend's big day, after all. After many rounds of dancing and drinking, you take a break to use the bathroom. As you're about to close the door, a hand stops it. You stumble back and look up at the man you've been avoiding all night. Joe closes the door locking it behind him. He looks at you up and down, biting his lip. Without another word or second, Joe is scooping you up and kissing you heavily. He sets you on the vanity. Your hands are fumbling with his belt as he kisses on your neck.

"You look so fucking amazing tonight. Do you know how hard it was for me to hold myself back all night?" He whispers against your neck. You successfully get his belt loosened and pants down. Joe easily rips your underwear off and stuffs it into his pocket. You spread your legs allowing Joe to finger fuck you on the sink. Your head hits the mirror as you throw it back, moaning in his ear.

"Please." You beg. You knew both of you didn't have any time to waste. Joe pulls down his briefs, and your mouth practically waters, watching his cock spring out, hitting his stomach. Joe gives your pussy a few taps with the tip, running it up and down your slits to get natural lubricant. When he slides in you, try everything to suppress your moans.

"Don't do that. It's fine. No one can hear us. I want to hear those pretty noises you make for me, Cheeks." He groans in your ear. Your walls break, and you're giving Joe exactly want he wants. You a complete mess, moaning and crying out his name. His thrusts speed up as he battles his wall. You're cumming, unable to hold back anymore.

"Don't stop," You cry out, holding on to Joe for dear life. Joe had no plans to stop. His head was buried in your neck as he continued to give you deep and long strokes fucking you through your orgasm. And when it's Joe's turn to cum, he doesn't bother pulling out, emptying every last drop into you. Sweaty, breathing, heavy, and in pure bliss, you start a clumsy messy make-out session.

"I missed you so much." Joe pulls away and cups your face. You look up at him softly, nodding your head. Joe kisses you again on the lips, then your forehead.

"Hey! I need to pee!" A guest bangs on the door. Joe helps you down and regain your balance. Both of you quickly freshen up and leave the bathroom. Joe follows you into the room from earlier. He sits you on his lap and begins rubbing your leg.

"I'm going to break things off with Nicole. I know I keep saying it, but I am this time. I just want to know where that will leave us." Joe looks up at you with puppy eyes. You kiss his lips.

"Joey, I've never stopped loving you. I want to be with you again."

"I'll work things out. Can I see you when we get back home?"

"Of course." You smile into the kiss. Joe lays you down on the couch and begins feeling your body up and down. He's holding back this time because if he doesn't, Joe will take you again right here on the couch, not caring that he left his girlfriend alone. It's you that breaks away from temptation first. You return to Quinn's side, who gives you a sly smile. You made it just in time for the NYE countdown. As the clock ticks down to one, you turn to see Joe and Nicole share a kiss. Your heart sinks a bit, but you know what Joe said. After tonight he would end things. But, of course, fate has other plans.

When you arrive back home, you're tossed into a hectic work schedule. You hear from Fran that Nicole's mother passed away. Joe doesn't leave his fragile girlfriend; he continues to have both of you. You should know better. You should stop this relationship. But you can't. You can't help but fall into his arms. Joe can't help but to call and look for you whenever he needs you. You two become comfortable again.

Joe kisses your back and rolls over. He's going to the Superbowl, and as soon as he arrives home, he drives straight to your place to celebrate. Last night, Joe practically fucked you everywhere in the house. You run over, smiling at him, and kiss his lips.

"How are you feeling, champ?" You ask, playing in his hair. Joe pulls you on top of him, and you feel his erection.

"I am on top of the world right now. I'm going to the Superbowl. I got to wake up to this beautiful woman. I'm about to fuck her again and-"

You place a pillow over his face giggling. Joe is insane if he thinks your body is ready for another session. He tosses the pillow and flips you over. Joe pushes your legs against your chest, putting you in a mating press. Before he can begin his morning routine, his phone rings. Your mood falters because of the ringtone. Joe lets you go and reaches over to the nightstand for his phone.

"Where are you? The guys are already home."

"I had to stay at my parents' place. My dad wanted to celebrate. I didn't want to bother you because I know you had an early shoot." Joe sits on the bed, watching you limp to the bathroom. Joe relentlessly fucked you all night, and your legs still felt like jello. Your body is covered in his kisses, and his covered in scratches and your kisses. He follows you into the bathroom, putting the phone on speaker as you brush your teeth. Joe starts playing with your pussy making you squirm at the sink. He smiles and winks at you through the mirror.

"Really? I'm at your parent's house now." Nicole crosses her arms staring at Joe's mother. Joe takes it off speaker and leaves the bathroom. You turn the shower on and climb in, letting Joe deal with his problem. A few mins later, he joins you after brushing his teeth.

"Who did you lie about being with this time?" You ask, grabbing your blue loofah.

"I told her I was with Marr, which isn't a complete lie. I'm going there after this." Joe turns you around and lifts you.

"All night into the morning and again? I don't think I can handle you," You whisper against his lips. Joe was ready to slide in again, but this time interrupted by your phone. It was the hospital. He put you down and quickly let you finish your shower. You rush to your phone and return the call. After getting dressed, you kiss him goodbye and tell him to lock up. Joe follows your instructions, and after feeding Peaches, he leaves your house, going straight to Ja'Marr's house.

"Really? You were at my house? My girl called me bitching me out about covering for you." Ja'Marr rolls his eyes and follows Joe to the game room, where other teammates lounge around.

"Messy, man. You know our girlfriends are in a group chat together, right?" Von says, shaking his head.

"So, who is she? I've heard of having mistresses in other states, hell, even other cities, but having your side right here in the same city as your wifey. It's insane, my man," DJ Reader laughs, sitting on a recliner. Joe picks up a pool stick, ignoring them.

"She is his childhood friend slash ex-girlfriend. She's fine as fuck. Look at her Instragram." Ja'Marr passes his phone around, letting the guys check you out. Joe snatches it away.

"How do you have her Instagram? It's private."

"I followed her on my backup account. Relax. Me and Cheeks are kinda best friends right now." Ja'Marr takes his phone and sits down with a wide grin.

"So, are you going to end things with Nicole? I need to know the game plan since she's best friends with my girlfriend." Sam speaks up, this time earning a nod from the other guys. Joe scratches his head.

"I plan to break up with her."

"But?" Sam sits up, waiting for the next part.

"Every time I'm ready to end things with Nicole, something comes up. Her mother dying. Right now, she is still on bereavement from work, so I haven't found the right time to end it. But I will, and it won't blow back on you, Sam." Joe takes a seat looking at a text from Nicole.

"Listen, we all need to get our heads in the game. Stop thinking about women and side dishes-"

"Stop calling her my side dish or mistress."

"I mean, that's what she is—realistically speaking," DJ speaks again, earning some head nods.

"We're going to the Superbowl! Fuck everything else!" Ja'marr claps, bringing the group back to the main focus. Joe doesn't say anything else for the rest of the gathering. He is pissed off and doesn't want to cause friction, but at the same time, having anyone disrespect you doesn't sit right with him. So, Joe lets it stew all week, and it's not his fault, either. DJ keeps taking shots at him as well. Joe left his phone at your house and called you from Ja'Marr's phone. You arrive at the facility and sit on the sidelines, waiting for training to be over. During a break, Joe leads you to the locker room.

"Joey, not here. And you're all sweaty and gross." You yelp as he wipes his sweaty head on you.

"You can be sweaty and gross too." Joe kisses on your neck. You give him a shove.

"Behave. Here's your phone. Call me later?"

"Of course." Joe smiles and slaps you on the ass as you walk away. After practice, he is eager to visit you.

"Off to see that side piece of yours?" DJ laughs, throwing a towel at Joe. Joe takes a deep breath.

"Watch your mouth." Joe tosses the towel back. DJ stands up and gets in his face.

"Or what, pretty boy."

"Uh, Oh!" A teammate shouts, egging the situation on.

"Why don't we focus on the game? Why I do off the field doesn't have shit to do with you." Joe doesn't back down. His jaw clenches as he stares DJ down with the same firey expression.

"Cool." DJ turns around mid-way and stops.

"But once you're done with your side bitch, why don't you send her my way for a few rounds." DJ laughs. Joe snaps and throws the first punch. DJ quickly recovers and tackles Joe to the ground delivering a few punches. Ja'Marr and Sam jump in, separating the fight before it gets out of hand.

"What the fuck is going on? Get up now!" The coach yells while Ja'Marr holds Joe back and Sam holds DJ.

"I don't know what the fuck has gotten into the two of you, but it's showing on my fucking field! I don't care what goes on in your personal lives, but when you're here in my uniform, you act accordingly. Knock it off."

You swing your door open, surprised to see Joe standing there with a black eye and busted lip.

"Jesus! Are you okay? Is this from practice?" You ask, pulling him inside. You take him to the kitchen and give him an ice pack.

"Yeah. It's from practice. Dinner?"

"I ordered out. I didn't know you would be coming over, so-"

"It's fine. I won't stay long. I just needed to see you." Joe wraps his arms around you, surprising you. You hug him back, unsure of what to say.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. You know I love you, right? No matter what anyone says. I love you with my entire being."

"Yes. Where is this coming from? What's going on?"

"Nothing. I just needed to know that you knew that. Will you be at the Superbowl?"

"I couldn't get off. I'm sorry. But I promise to watch it."

Joe kisses your forehead and says his goodbyes. Nicole is waiting for Joe in the bedroom when he arrives home. She immediately touches his face. Joe explains practice got a little rough. After eating dinner, they sit on the couch watching tv. Joe's mind slips back to you. He wonders how different life would be if he had stayed in Ohio.

"I'm so proud of you. I know how stressed you've been about the Superbowl. No matter what happens, you will still be you, Joe." Nicole kisses his lips and climbs onto his lap.

A few days later, they attended the Superbowl luncheon. Joe and Ja'Marr take some photos and greet others. Nicole sits with the other girlfriends, gossiping.

"No, because if you think about it, he doesn't call you at all when he's in Buffalo. Girl, he's cheating." Amber, Sam's girlfriend, says, shaking her head. Nicole continues to scroll through texts, not really listening to the conversation.

"Look at the wives. Sitting separately from us like they're so high and mighty. They can get cheated on just as easily as us. They probably get cheated on more." Jessica, Tee's girlfriend, speaks up this time. Nicole puts her phone down with a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Jess asks.

"I don't have to worry about any of that nonsense."

"Oh, right, because not all guys can be like your sweet Joe." Jess rolls her eyes. Eliza, Ja'Marr's girlfriend, downs her drink and giggles. Ja'Marr has told her on multiple occasions how Joe is fucking someone else. In fact, She has covered for Joe a few times, including last week.

"Do you think Joe is going to pop the big question soon? I mean, imagine he wins his ring and then asks you!" Sam squeals, thinking about the idea. Nicole blushes and fixes her hair.

"I don't know. We'll see what happens tomorrow."

Joe makes his way through the crowd greeting people. At one point, he sees DJ pull Nicole from the group to talk. A reporter is asking him questions, so he cannot leave immediately.

"Excuse me for a second," Joe finally gets a chance to catch up to them. Nicole turns, smiling at him.

"Everything okay?" She asks, fixing his shirt.

"Yeah. What are you guys talking about?"

"Just about the excitement for the game. DJ was also asking me to hook him up with a friend. All my friends are taken but your friend from college. She is single, right? A doctor too. I've only met her twice, but I think maybe you two could hit it off."

Joe stares at DJ, clenching his jaw.

"She is single. But I don't think she's into footballers," Joe laughs it off.

"Well, we won't know that until you give me a chance," DJ says, patting Joe's back extra hard.

"How about we set up a double date? Joe will let you know the details." Nicole walks off to find Amber. Joe smiles until she is out of earshot. He shoves DJ in his chest hard.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"Hey, I asked for her to hook me up with a friend. Not my fault she brought up Cheeks." DJ winks and walks off. Joe runs his hand through his hair and looks for Ja'Marr.

"You look like you're about to kill someone," Ja'Marr jokingly says, handing him a drink. Joe declines the drink and runs his hands over his face.

"Fucking DJ talked to Nicole. Now they want to do a double date with Cheeks."

"He's such an ass. Don't let him get to you, though. Right now, he is our teammate. We need to focus on tomorrow and get this win."

Joe knows he's right. So, as much as it kills him, he sucks it up. The next day his head is on straight, and his mind only thinks about one thing. Winning. But right before taking the field, you facetime him.

"I just wanted to say good luck. And show you that I'm watching! See!" You point to the TV showing highlights of the conference game. Joe smiles, wishing you were here with him.

"I love you. Thank you, baby." Joe blows you a kiss. You hang up after saying I love you back. Leaning in your chair, your turn to your computer to enter some reports. Unfortunately, the Bengals lose to the Rams. You don't hear much from Joe for the next few days. You knew he must be taking the loss really hard, so you gave him space. Your parents invite you for dinner at the Burrow's place, and you accept, hoping to see Joe. Joe is there with his girlfriend. Of course, he is; what did you think would happen?

"Cheeks, Am I allowed to call you cheeks, or is that a Joe and you thing?" Nicole asks. You shake your head, allowing her to continue.

"You're single, right?" She asks, causing your mother and Robin to peek over at the two of you at the counter.

"I, umm, am."

"Great! How about a double date? Me and Joe and our good friend. He's a great guy and asked me to hook him up with a friend. Since you and Joe are so close, I figured it would be okay."

"Sure. That's okay. Who is it?"

"DJ from the team."

"Oh wow. I guess that would be fine. Excuse me; I have to take this call." You pull your phone out, walking away—a double date. There is no way you can handle that. Joe spots you in the hallway. He rubs your arm.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm more worried about you." You reach up to rub his face, and Joe leans into your touch. You start to play with his ears.

"I feel like a failure."

"Joey, it's one game."

"The most important game."

"You're not a failure. Nothing close to that. You lost. It happens. yOu have to pick yourself up and go harder next season. I know you can do it."

Joe tries to kiss you, but you block it with your hand.

"Our parents are here, and so is your girlfriend, who asked me to join on a double date."

"What? She what? With fucking DJ. This fucking guy. I swear I'm going to beat the shit out of him."

"Why? What's going on?"

Joe shakes his head and walks away. Dinner was less awkward than Thanksgiving but still uncomfortable. You thank them for dinner and head home. When you arrive home, your door is cracked open. Your place is completely trashed. You call out for Peaches, who comes running towards you. You find photos of you and Joe scattered all over your kitchen. Your face is scratched out with the word "Whore" written on it. You put the cat down and try to calm your nerves. With shaking hands, you dial Joe but quickly hang up when Nicole answers. You're scared to call the police but too scared to stay there. You pack Peaches up and go to a hotel for the night.

"Hey?" Mya touches your shoulder, scaring you.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come up. I will be in the Emergency Department all day if anyone needs me." You grab a clipboard and start working.

"You're jumpy today. Didn't get enough sleep?"

"I've been staying at a hotel for the last few days, so no."

"What? Why?"

"Someone broke into my house."

"Omg! Are you okay? Did they take anything?" Mya asks, following you. You pull her into a storage room.

"I've been sleeping with Joe. They have photos of us together. Intimately. It was all over my apartment floor when I came home."

"Joe?"

"Burrow." You whisper. Her eyes widen.

"I knew it! I knew you were seeing someone from the Bengals! Fuck he's so hot. But omg Nicole. Nooooo, not my Nicole!" she pouts.

"Someone has been following us, and I need to tell Joe, but-"

"Listen, if you need to stay with me, my home is open to you. Fuck I can't believe you're sleeping with Joe fucking Burrow!"

"Shh!"

"Sorry. It's going to be okay. Don't let it get to you. Whoever this person is obviously has no plans; otherwise, you would be on TMZ right now." Mya reassures you. But as days go by, you become more paranoid. It doesn't help that you receive a letter from this secret person telling you to keep everything to yourself. So, you do for Joe's sake. No one likes a cheater. He could lose a lot more than you. So, when the night of the double date comes up, you do your best not to look at him.

"You're gorgeous. I can't believe someone hasn't wifed you up." DJ smiles, making you giggle.

"Work keeps me too busy to date." You reply.

Joe sits back in his chair, staring at the both of you. It feels like he is burning holes in your faces. Nicole leans her head on his shoulder, returning him to the conversation.

"I'll get the check." Joe stands up, leaving the three of you to talk. You exchange numbers with DJ and end the night on a good note. He offers to take you out again. Joe is once again burning holes in the side of your face. DJ walks you to your car as Nicole pulls Joe towards his car. Dj kisses your hand and bids you goodnight. You drive to Mya's place and park in the driveway, reading Joe's text. Before you can respond, he calls you.

"Joe-"

"Did he go home with you?"

"What?"

"I'm on my way over now. So, if he's there, he needs to get the fuck out. Right now. I'm not even joking."

"Joe. I'm not home."

"Did you go to his place?"

"I have the right to see who I want to see, Joe. You're not my father, and I'm a grown adult."

The line is silent, but you know he's still there because he's breathing hard.

"I need to see you, so just tell me where you are." Joe pleads. He sounds broken and hurt. You give him Mya's address. She's working a double, so you should be safe right now. And when Joe arrives, he quietly follows you into the guest room, scooping you up and kissing you softly.

"Go away with me for a few weeks."

"Joe-"

He pulls you out of your dress quickly. Joe's eyes scan over your body. You become shy under his gaze.

"I need you. I only need you. Let's getaway. How much vacation time do you have saved up?"

"A lot. But I need a more extended notice." You sit up on the bed, unbuckling his pants. Joe comes out of his pants and boxers. You take him into your hand and slowly stroke his dick. Joe watches you intensely as you kiss the tip swirling your tongue around.

"Fuck." Joe groans once you start deep-throating him. He throws his head back and bucks his hips. You pull his cock out with a pop and lick from the base to the tip again. Joe shakes his head.

"I want to cum inside of you." He pushes you back and tosses your underwear. Joe is quick and is between your legs, devouring your cunt. You wiggle and squirm as he holds your hips down. Joe sits up, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mating press as he slides in easily. Both of you moan at the new sensation.

"I love you. I swear you're the only thing that matters to me in this world. You're mine." Joe whispers against your lips. You're so fucked out of your mind that you can't respond. Your mouth hangs open.

"Too deep." You cry out. Joe was hitting your spot, sending your mind into a dizzy spell. Joe releases your legs and holds them up in the air by your ankles. He watches his cock slide in and out of you while you cum. Your body jerks up when he starts snapping his hips faster, overstimulating your sensitive body. Joe lets go of your legs and spreads them wide to get a better view of everything. He reaches down to rub your clit, and you moan incoherently.

"Wait! Joey! Wait! I can't!" You cry out as he pulls out, and you squirt on his abdomen. Your body shakes, and Joe leans down, coaxing you through your high. He whispers how pretty you look right now.

"I don't want you to be with anyone else—only me. I want to be selfish with you. I want to be the only one making you cry like this. I want this pussy to be filled with only me. Can you let me be selfish just this once?" He begs. You nod your head, feeling him rub your thighs. Joe turns you over and enters you again. You find the strength to get on your hands and knees. Joe digs his fingers into your hips, watching your ass collide with his pelvis. Skin slapping skin, moans, and grunts fill the room with every thrust. Joe presses you down on your back, causing you to give him a more profound arch.

"Such a good girl." Joe bends down to kiss your spine. You start whimpering as he returns to his position and continues pounding away. Your knees and arms give out, and you collapse onto the bed, letting Joe have his way until he came. Joe pulls out and flips you over, spreading your legs to get a look at his cum leaking out of you. You shiver and whine when he pushes it back in.

"I want to get you pregnant. I'm not even joking. Can you imagine how beautiful you will look carrying my baby?"

You cover your smile at his words. Joe leans over to kiss you.

"I love you so much, Joe. If you give me a few weeks, I will take that vacation with you, but there's something I need to tell you."

"Is everything okay?"

"Someone broke into my place. They had photos of us again and-"

"Are you okay? Why didn't you call me?"

"The person threatened me, which is why I don't want you to take any actions. I can handle it myself."

"They've been in your house. You're not safe there. You have to move. I'll find you a place close to my house for now and stay with your parents. I'll hire security and-"

"Joseph, I said I can handle things. If you get involved, it will only make things worse. Until you end things with her, we can't. No one can find out about us." You cup his face forcing him to look directly into your eyes. Joe mumbles a yes and buries his face in your neck. And three weeks later, you find yourself in the Maldives with Joe.

A/N: Omg, I can't believe so many people like this fic! The title is called Second Strings, and it is a series. I linked the master list up top. If you want to join the taglist I have linked it here as well! But there is a limited amount of people I can tag. Thank you for all the love messages comments and reblogs! It motivates me so much. I know this was such a long chapter, but I had some time! Things will get more interesting as we continue!

Tags: @joselyn001@savii999@lostaurorax@simpgirl-lat@edenhess@blinkloverx3 @dboanalooaa

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[shurisbathwater]

𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 - ☆.

𝖲𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖨 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖪 𝖥𝖤𝖬 ! 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱.

Part II

↳Part I

:𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖭 𝖲𝖫𝖴𝖱 , 𝖢𝖴𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦

: ion kno how to check word count but I'm guessing 1000 and a bit

Song

*skip to 2:46 & don't play it till i tell u , its for the scenario 🙄*

✧。❀

𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝖨𝖨

-𝖸𝖮𝖴 knocked on the door for the second time and waited there for a moment, hoping someone would return the gesture and just answer. The bass of the loud music boomed in your ears as you groaned. "RIRIIIIIII" you shouted as you pounded on the door again.

The music turned off as you heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened with a simple click and you saw Riri in her wrobe. "Hey..uh my bad." She chuckled lightly. "Its alright." You rolled your eyes as you said it. Her eyes hovered over your bag which had your clothes and makeup in it. "You better chose something cute. Or else you're wearing something from my closet." She said, arms crossed. "Girl-" she cut you off my dragging you into her apartment.

"Its time to get cuuuteee!!" She squealed as she took you to her bedroom. Everything was scattered everywhere- from shoes to makeup and even some clothes. "Excuse the mess.." she said through gritted teeth.

"One minute.." she said as she ran to the kitchen , she came back with two glasses of red wine. She allowed you to vent to her about Shuri.

"What do I do to get her attention, Riri? I dont want to compete with a lab." You groan.

"Lets give you a night that you'll never forget."

"-that she'll never forget."

"Now cmere, let me help you get ready."

You guys talked and laughed as you drank wine and got ready. You danced to the music, and you felt a bit at ease - but you didn't want to take to much alcohol, you can't forget about the club.

You slipped on your dress and admired yourself in the mirror. It was cute and simple, just how you liked it.

Just how Shuri liked it too.

You finished clipping on your earrings and grabbed your phone to take a couple of mirror selfies as you were sitting at Riri's vanity. You took the photos in a click , but then you had an idea to put them on your story. You clicked post and went over to Riri to take more selfies at her full body mirror. Your face was close to hers and you both posed for the picture as her hands were around your waist. You did the kissy face, stuck your tounge out and did more silly poses.

You knew it'd drive her insane.

Riri wore a red silk skin tight dress that fit in all the right places. Her cornrows were in a bun and she had some dramatic edges too. She looked so ...good.

You smiled as you added it all to your story, serves her right after leaving you hanging all this while.

You and Riri waited for your uber in her living room as you sat on her couch , one leg on top of the other as you looked at who viewed your story. Almost immediately a message popped up.

Shuri 💕

Where you going dressed like that?

Seen

You smirked when you saw the message. The satisfaction of just doing to her what she had done to you felt amazing, you hoped she knew how it felt now.

"Ubers here." Riri says to you as she looks up from her phone. "Mhm." You hummed as you got up from the couch, following her but your eyes were still on your phone. You switched off your phone quickly as you get into the uber.

"Wakanda nightclub,please." Riri says to the driver. "Sure." The man says as he puts the location into the navigator.

ᘛ ᘚ

-THE bass of the music was so loud you barely hear your own thoughts. It was a pleasant setting with strobe lights, drinks and most importantly the people were having fun. Everyone downed shots, recorded videos and danced on the dance floor.

You wanted to be like them, care free and loose.

Just for one night only.

One.

You and Riri walked in hand in hand. You looked at her and she looked back at you, she chuckled at your face. "What you so stressed for? We here to have fun." She said to you. You nod slowly and gulp as you make your way to the bar.

You take a seat and rub your shoulders self consciously, you're usually never in these kinds of environments. You're usually an introvert - or maybe the friend who always stays home during social events.

You and Riri take a seat on the bar stools. "If you're uncomfortable we can leave." Riri comments as she turns to you.

"Mhm..im fine, really." You say to her. You decided to put yourself to the test..why? For fun.

You beckoned the bartender over.

"Two tequila shots please."

Riri smirked at you as she side eyed you. The Bartender gave you the shot and you downed it in a second, the bitterness of the liquor reached your tounge and you felt the effect of it in a second.

Damn.

"Wheww this is too strong." You shook your head as you said it. Riri laughed at you as she took the shot with no problem. She suddenly took her phone out of her purse and recorded the both of you. You adjusted your hair in the video and smiled for the camera. She ends the video and you guys giggle as you watch it back. "Cute." Riri says as she saves it and adds it to her story. You guys also took a couple of pictures to highlight as memories.

Play it neowww

The next song came on and Riri's eyes lit up with excitement. It was her favourite remix, consideration x work. "I love this song, girl let's danceee!" She sqeals as she tries to pull you up. You roll your eyes as you just give in and get up.

"You know I cant dance.." you groan. "Just let loose and do whatever, i promise you'll get it." She shouts over the music. Riri whines her hips to the song and you hype her up to cover up the fact that you can't dance. She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand. She guides you as her hand trails your waist. Your hips slowly move to the song as you get into it.

A/n : mb if this is cringe 😬

"Just like that." She whispers into your ear.

And before you knew it you were dancing, downing shots minute by minute and enjoying this a little too much. You knew your alcohol tolerance is very low but you wanted to push yourself to the limit to see how far you could go.

You felt the effect of the alcohol and started to feel bold, tipsy.

"YESS GIRL!" Riri slurred as you danced to the music , hyping you up. You stopped dancing as you got shy and went back to the bar stools where your phone was. You take it out of your bag and look for the camera app, but of course your drunk self facetimes shuri instead.

"Oh shi-"

You can end the song now if u want to

She answers in one second giving you no chance to decline it in time. She was at home- surprisingly, laying in bed. "Y/n where are you?" She asks you. Riri mumbles something to you and you giggle at the camera. "It doesn't matter where I am." You slurred.

"But i found a couple niggas who are gonna give me some attention tonight." You take the phone off the counter to record some people that were eyeing you earlier.

"Guess who I'm going home with? Him, him and him!" You shouted drunkenly as you pointed the camera at them. Shuri kisses her teeth and ends the call with a bang.

You take a seat at the bar stool and a girl sits next to you. "Two martinis please. On me." She looks at you and smiles, you smile back. The Bartender hands yall your drinks and you take a sip as you look at the woman. She was dark-skinned with a nose piercing that glistened in the light. She wore a tight crimson dress that showed a bit of her cleavage.

You noticed that she was one of the people eyeing you earlier. "If you want my number just say that." You say jokingly, the woman rolls her eyes playfully as she nods. "If you dance with me, you may get my number." You put her up to the challenge. You get up and grab her hand and you shimmy your way to the dance floor.

She comes up behind you and slides her hand around your hips as you sway your hips to the music. "Will i be getting that number now?" She whispers into your ear.

"No." A voice says.

You stop dancing, stunned.

"Because she's going with me." Shuri walks through the crowd in her black shades. "Oh - princess! I didnt know you were-" Shuri grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd. "Are you serious?" You try to leave her grip but it only seems to get stronger. She drags you outside. "What about Riri?" You ask her. "I got her a cab home." She says firmly.

"What do you think you were doing out there? Dancing with that...nobody." she interrogates you. You laugh bitterly at her question. "I figured I can get some attention somewhere else. Somewhere thats not from you." You reply.

"I'm going back in now." You mumble as you try and make your way to the enterance- only for Shuri to grab you again. "No way." She takes you to her car and puts you in the back seat as her ai driver waits in the front.

"No!I'm going back." You slurred. "Y/n please." She sighed. "No. I dont want to be with someone that doesn't love me, you don't love me." Your voice cracks as you feel the tears building up in your eyes. "Who said I didnt love you? Y/n you're drunk." She says.

"I'm completely sober- I mean it." you whimpered as the tears streamed down your face. "You love your lab more than me, maybe the worker of yours even more." You sobbed it of frustration. Shuri opened her mouth but no words came out.

"See?! I was right. You don't care. You don't care." You cried as your stomach churned. And all of a sudden you threw up. All over the car, and all over the seat. You groaned as you realised what you have done- and you put your head in your hands.

"Shit." You mumbled. "Its fine-" you cut shuri off. "Dont talk to me right now." You say as you turn around to stare outside the window. You sniffled quietly, and bit by bit you dozed off.

#Spotify #shuri x you #shuri angst #shuri x reader #shuri fluff #shuri black panther #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #shuri smut #daddy panther #black panther #marvel mcu #queen shuri

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Gift

Written for @hinnymicrofic December 2023 - Prompt 22

Ginny’s eyes were wide as saucers as the Potter family took their seats. “This is amazing!”

Harry didn’t bother trying to hide his grin. “We saw the hall when we came to look around, Gin.”

“I know. But look at what they’ve done with it! It’s like Christmas exploded in here!”

Even accounting for Ginny’s obsession with Christmas decorations, Harry had to admit she had a point. The teachers at St Grogery’s in Little Whinging hadn’t put in half as much effort when it came to decorating the school for the festive season. The tree in the back corner stretched almost to the ceiling, and was covered with decorations made by the children. The ceiling was swagged with criss-crossing paper chains that Harry was sure his wife would fully appreciate, and the walls were covered with bright pictures showing Christmas traditions from around the world, created by each class. Harry made a mental note to hunt down and admire James’s picture amongst the reception class creations before he left.

Ginny, however, was staring at the front of the hall. “How have they made the stars appear on that curtain? Without magic, I mean,” she asked.

Harry let his gaze fall on the temporary stage constructed in front of them. It was edged around the front with black velvet, and there was a matching backcloth hanging from the wall behind, punctuated with little pinpricks of light to look like a starry night sky.

“Electricity, Gin. It’s just lots of tiny little lightbulbs, poking through the fabric,” he explained.

“Really? Take a picture! Dad will love it!”

Harry rolled his eyes, but did as she asked, raising the camera to take a picture of the empty stage, taking care not to disturb his infant daughter, asleep in the baby carrier strapped to his chest.

Albus, seated on Ginny’s lap, seemed just as taken with the school hall as Ginny, wriggling around and pointing as different things caught his eye. Then, the reception class filed onto the stage, and he was mesmerised. Harry searched the line of small children for his elder son, pointing him out to Albus and Ginny as soon as he spotted him.

James stood to the side of the stage, wearing his Wise Man costume (expertly constructed by Nanna Molly), cardboard crown sitting crooked on his wild hair, dark eyes wide and searching the crowd. As soon as he saw his parents and brother, his face split into a huge grin. 

The nativity was predictably adorable - though with twenty-seven four and five year olds in homemade costumes, none of them standing in the right place, half of them forgetting their lines, and most of them stopping to wave at their parents, how could it be anything else?

James aced his line, shouting it at full volume (“I BRING THE GIFT OF GOLD TO HONOUR THE NEWBORN KING!”), Ginny cried, Harry took about a billion photos, Albus demanded snacks roughly every thirty seconds, and Lily slept through the whole thing.

That evening, when the kids were finally all in bed asleep, Ginny handed Harry a glass of red wine and flopped down on the sofa beside him. She was uncharacteristically quiet. With the experience of several years of marriage, Harry waited silently for her to marshall her thoughts.

“I’ve been worrying about putting James into Muggle school for months, you know,” she said eventually. “Questioning whether it really was the right thing to do.” 

Harry’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I didn’t realise. You should have said something.” 

“No,” she sighed. “There wasn’t any point. Realistically, we didn’t have much choice, given neither of us wanted to stop working. I just… didn’t have any frame of reference for what it would be like. I don’t know anyone else who’s done it. Mum was so shocked, Bill and Percy’s kids are learning at home. I just felt so guilty.” She took a sip of wine, then turned to look at him, brown eyes dancing with flames reflected from the fireplace. “But after today, I don’t. Not any more. It was so wonderful. I… I wish I’d had the chance to do that.” 

“The play?” he asked.

“Yes - but all the rest of it too. Being with the other kids. Learning together. Playing with their friends. They just all looked so happy.”

“I dunno, Gin. I’ve always thought your childhood sounded pretty perfect.”

“In a lot of ways, it probably was. We didn’t have a lot, but I know how lucky we were. It’s just that it… it could be lonely. Me, Ron and the twins were this little unit, but I was the youngest and the only girl, and I got left out a lot. Then, when the boys got older and started leaving for Hogwarts, it was just me and Mum.” 

Harry took a sip of his wine. “I would have loved having what you had.”

Ginny turned to face him, looking earnest. “That had nothing to do with how you were educated though, it was because your Aunt and Uncle are evil child abusers! It’s going to be so different for our kids, to what either of us had.” She turned to face him, and something about her expression reminded him of a fierce mama bear protecting her cubs. “They’re going to get the best of both worlds. Love and magic at home. Play and friends and learning at school. And the fact that we get to choose this for them makes everything we went through for this to be our future seem more worth it than ever.” 

Harry nodded. “Sounds pretty idyllic, now you come to mention it.”

“Yeah, it really does, doesn’t it?” She snuggled back against him, cradling her wine glass, as he put his arm around her. “I’m sorry it took me a while to realise it.”

He dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “They’re lucky kids.”

They were quiet for a moment, until Ginny looked at him with a grin. “I think so. But tell that to James next time he’s complaining about the school dinners!”

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[emilystheories]

The Princes of Hel are the true villains of the SJM universe. They are the Valg.

This theory contains spoilers for ACOTAR, Crescent City, and Throne of Glass!

The Princes of Hel: Can they be trusted?

As of Crescent City 2, we are lead to believe that Aidas, Apollion and the other Princes of Hel are the misunderstood "good guys;" that they have been fighting for Midgard liberation all along. I think that is a lie.

Interwoven throughout the book, there are many 'red flags' regarding the behaviour and true intensions of the Princes of Hel. The most prominent of these is Rigelus's warning to Bryce; that Queen Theia trusted Aidas, and ultimately "paid the price."

Secondly, the Wolf Mystic reveals that as punishment, she would be sent down to Hel where both the demons and their Princes would terrify and taunt her. Doesn't sound very saviour-like, does it?

Let's also not forget that the Princes of Hel are at the top of the food chain. They easily kicked the Asteri out of their world, with Apollion even straight up "devouring" one of the Asteri.

Additionally, they have connections all over Midgard. It is said that the Princes want to enter Midgard again - but to what end? What are their true motives?

Thanatos reveals Hel's motives.

Bryce's interaction with Thanatos - the Prince of the Ravine - is most telling. Thanatos states that Hel's current rules of civilisation are a mere "illusion." Instead, when the gates between worlds open once more, he will feed on the souls and power of the Vanir AND the Asteri.

Some may argue that Thanatos is a rogue, lesser Prince - that his brothers are different. However, is it then a coincidence that the Bone Quarter, where souls are harvested into secondlight (what Thanatos wants to taste), is overseen by Apollion, the most powerful and influential of the seven Princes?

Most importantly, Thanatos said he once used to devour secondlight like FINE WINE.

Where else have we heard this phrase before?

The Daglan. The ancient beings that oppressed those in the ACOTAR world.

SJM has lead us to think that the Daglan are the Asteri.

I believe that is incorrect.

I theorise that the Daglan are actually the Princes of Hel.

And, I also theorise that the Princes of Hel are Valg.

Princes of Hel = Daglan = Valg.

There are many similarities between the Valg and the Princes of Hel:

They are both "demons" (a word that is not used to describe the Asteri).

Both are said to live in worlds that are "cold" and "dark."

Both feed on power (I see this point contested for the Valg regularly - that they don't feed on power, but fear. This is canonically incorrect; see photo below).

Both have the ability to take on different forms.

They both possess the same "dark" shadow-like power.

Both create beasts and other lesser, evil creatures (something the Asteri do not do).

However, the most telling evidence for this lies with Lanthys - the ancient being that Nesta killed in ACOSF.

He bled black blood - the trademark of the Valg.

His humanoid form of blond hair, black eyes was identical to both a Valg Prince, and a Prince of Hel (Apollion).

Lanthys also feared Nesta's death-sword. The Reapers in Crescent City similarly feared Bryce's death-sword; the Reapers also bled black blood.

The Reapers originated from Hel. I doubt that is a coincidence.

The 3 Valg Kings.

If the Princes of Hel are indeed Valg, then we cannot forget about Erawan's two older brothers, who are presumably still alive; Orcus and Mantyx.

Erawan's oldest brother, Orcus, is said to be the most powerful Valg King of all time - what he can do pales to the horror's Erawan inflicted upon Erelia.

Another name for Orcus, is APOLLION.

In mythology, both Orcus and Apollion are depicted as having bat wings. In Crescent City, Apollion is the only Prince of Hel (so far) with bat wings (the same as the Illyrians... but more on that later).

Thus, I theorise that Orcus = Apollion = Most powerful Valg/Hel leader.

How does Prythian history tie into all of this?

If the Princes of Hel/Valg are the Daglan, then they must have been in Prythian. There is proof of this.

Take a look at how the Daglan are described in Rhys's book:

“He flipped it open to a page, revealing an image of tall, strange-looking beings with crowns atop their heads.”

Now look at how the 3 Valg Kings are described in the book Yrene finds in Tower of Dawn:

“Their bodies, tall and powerful.” “Crowned, dark figures.”

They are the same beings. What's more - Yrene flips the page to reveal the 3 Valg Kings standing a top a mountain. Take a look at a key feature of this mountain:

"As if someone had built the gateway of BLACK STONE out of thin air. There were no doors within this ARCHWAY."

Now look at the description of a key feature on Ramiel:

"The Breaking flowed through an ARCHWAY of BLACK STONE. The Pass of Enalius."

The Valg Kings were standing on top of Ramiel. 

Is that what the 3 stars above the sacred mountain indicate - the 3 Valg brothers?

If that wasn't enough evidence, consider also Erawan's words to Yrene - that her power existed in his home world.

Yrene's power is described as "starlight," and acts in the exact same way as Bryce's. I believe that Yrene is Starborn. We know that the Starborn Fae originated from Prythian - if Erawan says the Starborn were in his world also... this further proves the Valg's connection to Prythian.

The history we have been told is a lie.

I always found it curious that the history of the 3 Valg brothers and the world they conquered (2000 years total), lined up perfectly with the history and subsequent overthrowing of the Daglan (2000 years total). However, it never made sense if you believed the Asteri to be the Daglan.

Instead, I believe the Asteri were in Prythian BEFORE the Valg/Daglan. I believe they created the Fae, and lived in relative civilisation (as they do now in Midgard). 

I think timeline has been purposely misconstrued.

According to the Valg history, they found a world and waged a war - they were successful, and ending up conquering that world. It is explicitly stated that the world they found was not always grim and dark, but the 3 Valg Kings turned it into a world of ice and and cold and darkness.

I believe that world was Prythian. The Valg/Princes left Hel through the gates and overthrew the Asteri - taking control of the ACOTAR world.

Then, who was Fionn?

Rhys mentioned that the first and only High King of Prythian was Fionn. If this theory is correct, it suggests that Fionn was no mere fae warrior, but was actually Orcus/Apollion.

This makes perfect sense, as a single fae warrior is not capable of overthrowing the Asteri - but the Star Eater himself is.

Thus, Orcus = Apollion = Fionn. All the same person. All Kings.

What else can be explained?

During this time, the Valg/Princes of Hel either created, or stole and used the Dread Trove. I don't find it a coincidence that Erawan was called the "Dread Lord," and that the "Dreadwolves" in Crescent City are referred to as "demons."

What's more, is that Amren was thrown into the Prison during this time. She was a being of LIGHT and FIRE - the two things the Valg hate the most. She was also an angel; the all-time sworn enemies of demons (even dating back to the Bible).

It also explains how the Illyrians came to be, with their leather bat wings identical to Apollion's, and those of Hel's armies.

It also explains how shadow powers, winnowing and other Valg/Hel-related powers are so prominent throughout Prythian (the Night Court in particular).

I also believe Rhys to be Fionn/Apollion/Orcus's direct descendant. This is why he has the exact powers of a Valg King. It is also why he is dubbed the most powerful High Lord to exist. It ALSO explains why Rhys's beast form is identical to the Daglan hounds. (And no, that doesn't mean Rhys is evil - just that he has their power).

What about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias?

We are told that Queen Theia and Prince Pelias presumably killed Fionn - something that never made sense if he was indeed a noble, fae warrior. However, it makes perfect sense if Fionn was actually an almighty demon King.

However, aside from that, I believe that everything we have been told about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias - the original Starborn fae - is wrong.

We are lead to believe that Pelias was an awful person, who forcibly wed Theia's daughter. I think this is false, and that Queen Theia and Pelias were actually husband/wife or lovers (and I'll tell you why later, hehe).

I also believe that Prince Pelias is actually Enalius - the famed Illyrian warrior.

We know that Enalius fought an unknown enemy for 3 DAYS.

Pelias and Apollion fought for that exact same amount of time - 3 DAYS.

I theorise that Prince Pelias caught on to Apollion/Orcus/Fionn's rule, and tried to overthrow him. They fought for 3 days the top of Ramiel, with Pelias attempting to stop Hel's armies from accessing the gate.

In further proof of this, Pelias was described as a fae warrior wearing a "helmet."

Hunt finds a vase with the same helmeted fae warrior fighting Hel's demons, 15,000 years ago.

That same helmeted fae warrior is later shown as a statue riding a Pegasus, sword raised - charging into battle. Pegasus's are the animals of the Dusk Court - the Starborn - as Pelias is.

However, after the 3 days, Apollion kills Pelias/Enalius. But, before he dies, Pelias uses the Horn to banish Apollion and the Valg/Princes of Hel/Daglan back to Hel.

Saving Prythian, and allowing for the 7 Courts to be ruled as they are today.

Theia and her two children then use the horn to seal the gates. However, they are are then betrayed by the Princes of Hel; the extent of which remains unknown.

Cassian and Nesta.

This theory makes even more sense when you consider Cassian and Nesta as "reincarnations," or parallels of Queen Theia and Pelias.

Pelias and Cassian:

Pelias is Enalius. Cassian was said to be "Enalius reborn," that he has Enalius's exact fighting style.

As Pelias was Fionn's general, Cassian is Rhys's general.

Nesta and Queen Theia:

Nesta is continually referred to as a "Queen," despite not ruling any lands of her own.

She created a death-sword, just as Theia created/used Gwydion - Bryce's starsword.

Nesta's power and interaction with the Cauldron was described as a "newborn star."

Together, both Nesta and Cassian have a tattoo of an eight-pointed star. The symbol of the Starborn - the same symbol of Theia and Pelias.

Even when Nesta and Cassian had sex, the sound of a "single horn" was heard. Just like Pelias's horn?

And let's not forget Cassian's proclamation to Nesta;

"I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

Almost as if... they've lived together once before...?

Timeline of events.

(A very rough draft).

Whether this theory is true or not remains to be seen.

However, in the meantime - don't trust the Princes of Hel.

#sjm multiverse #sjm crossover #sjm books #sjm spoilers #sjm theory #bryce quinlan #acotar #crescent city #throne of glass #acotar theory #aidas crescent city #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #rhysand #crescent city theory

[spicyclover]

Race of champions | Part one

Summary: This is the first time Mabel will attend a racing event. All happy and full of apprehension, the dream weekend will take a somewhat dramatic turn.

Character name: Mabel Lindberg, aka May. 

Part one | Part two | Part three 

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Mabel is going to R.O.C., and she still can't believe it. It's her first-ever race event she goes to. She's been preparing herself since they announced the lineup of the drivers in September. She's more than excited.

Thankfully the ticket for the race wasn't that expensive, so she had the chance to take one hotel close to the circuit. It's five minutes away from the event.

We are Friday afternoon, and she checks into her hotel room for the weekend. It's tiny but cozy and has a breathtaking view of the snowy mountains, and the icy landscape is stunning.

She took a lot of warm clothes because she couldn't wait to be outside.

She puts snow pants on, and off she explores this Sweden adventure. She arrives at the main house of the event and enters to get her passes and her little pamphlet with all the racing schedules. She only walks a few minutes outside, but her nose is already red from the cold.

She thanks the receptionist and sits a little away to put everything in her bag. In the corner of her eye, she sees David Coulthard, Valtteri Bottas and Sebastian Vettel talking actively, probably about the coming race.

It's the closest she's been to those legends, and she can't help but blush intensely.

They do not notice that they are being observed, but it is only when they decide to get out of the building that they see her. She stands before them with her eyes wide open and a shocked expression on her face.

She begins to stutter and blushes even more, which embarrasses her more. Sebastian is the first to step towards her and takes her phone from her hands to take a photo with her wishing her a nice day before going out.

She stutters a thank you before turning to the two nordic looking at her.

"Well, hello, what's your name?" Asks David taking her phone to take a picture too.

"Ma... ma... Mabel."

"You have a beautiful name, Mabel. Hope you have a great weekend and don't forget to support Team Britain." He adds before heading outside.

It's only Valterri left, and she doesn't really know what to say to him, so she looks at him without saying a word. He's a little embarrassed but does the same thing to his colleagues and takes a picture with her.

Once they left and she was alone. She can't help herself be to scream her excitement.

The receptionist gives her a weird look, but she heads outside. With a huge smile, she takes in the beautiful sunset. She's gonna love this weekend. 

On Friday night, she’s eating her meal peacefully on her own at one of the restaurant's tables for the event. She eats an excellent Swedish dumpling dish with small sweet potatoes and a good glass of white wine. Delicious. She doesn’t really realize she’s there already. 

After her dinner, she takes a walk and looks around the facility. Most of it is made of wood, and it’s really rural. She loves it and can’t help herself to photograph everything she sees. 

In the distance, she hears shouts and encouragement. Curious, she blames herself slowly for the small crowd that surrounds a point of icy water to the several pilots passing after each other and regretting having accepted this cold midnight swim.

“They’re crazy,” she whispers playfully to herself before heading back to her hotel. 

In her sleep, she dreams of a weird thing. Something dark and sweet at the same time. 

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #sebastian vettel

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Percy Jackson Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 569

Red red wine

Goes to my head

Makes me forget that I...

Still need her so

"I don't see how this is fair. You are drinking wine right in front of me while I get Diet Coke." Dionysus said as he eyed my glass of wine. My favourite to be exact, Carruades de Lafite.

"Look, I am not the one who pissed off Zeus. He cursed you, the god of Wine, not me." I said as I took a sip.

Red red wine

It's up to you

All I can do, I've done

Memories won't go

Memories won't go

"Just bring the glass to my lips. Maybe that will work." Dionysus said, with pleading eyes. I sighed, knowing that this wouldn't work, but I did what he asked anyway.

I brought the glass to his lips but didn't let the glass touch his lips and tipped the glass of my very expensive wine.

The two of us were silent as we both waited with baited breath to see if the wine would, in fact, stay wine. The only sound was music from his CD player. I believe the band UB40.

I'd have sworn that with time

Thoughts of you would leave my head

I was wrong, now I find

Just one thing makes me forget

Just as the wine was about to enter his mouth, I watched with amazement as the first drop turned to water, the rest of the glass following.

"Motherf," He cursed as the water hit his tongue.

"No, there are children here, Dionysus, including your own." I gave him a stern look.

"I feel like this punishment has gone on long enough." He said as he looked up into the sky.

"You're the one who chased after a mistress of Zeus. He even said that nymph was off limits."

Red red wine

Stay close to me

Don't let me be alone

It's tearing apart

My blue heart

"Everything was off-limits at that time. Let's just say Daddy dearest used to get it on with anyone and everything. It didn't matter if it had two legs or four."

There was a crack of thunder and then a bolt of lightning that flashed above us, on this clear night sky, which made me jump.

"Hey, don't bring me in between this feud. I like to enjoy my wine every now and again." I looked up at the sky. "He didn't mean it, Zeus. Ignore this bitter God."

One flash of lighting was his acknowledgement and then nothing else. I even took a sip of my wine to see if he too cursed me. It didn't matter that I was technically a grandchild to him.

I'd have sworn that with time

Thoughts of you would leave my head

I was wrong, now I find

Just one thing makes me forget

"You got lucky." Dionysus said to me.

"You did, too. He could have made your punishment much worse."

"Don't worry. He did. I have to stay at this camp for another 100 years."

"Look at it this way. At least you will get to know your kids now that you have to claim them all. Like father, like son."

The music faded into the background as the two of us spent the night, talking, and playing dominos.

Red red wineStay close to me

Don't let me be alone

It's tearing apart

My blue, blue heart

#reader imagine #reader insert #Dionysus imagine #Dionysus fic #Dionysus fanfic #dionysus pjo #pjo gods #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson Dionysus #Dionysus #Spotify #fic inspired by music

[alittlextrathatway]

"I wish you would come back, wish I never hung up the phone like I did, and I wish you knew that I'll never forget you as long as I live" -any location.

And now for part 2 of the Hockey AU, which you can find here. Time for Sylvie's POV before running into Matt that night.

Location: Molly's

***

The guys have ESPN on at the bar tonight. The current discussion that she's tuning out is about the end of the current NHL seasons and the deals being made for the next season. Hockey talk is not her thing. Not anymore. Not for years.

It's been a rough three years. Honestly, she feels like she's been frozen in time for the last 36 months. When Matt left her world froze. Even when they were still together it was like time refused to move. They never got any closer to being in the same place at the same time. When they ended it, she was shattered. But she assumed eventually, she would feel relieved and move on.

Relief never came.

Instead, she reentered the dating world and began a vicious cycle of casual almost-serious relationships that ended when the guy wanted more from her than she was capable of giving. She wanted to commit, she did. Her whole life she dreamed of having the kind of love her parents did. But none of those guys inspired any sort of spark and certainly not the same kind of spark she had with Matt.

Ugh, there it is again. The reason she can't move forward.

Matt Casey, an NHL player currently playing for the Vegas Golden Knights who was traded three years ago. She hasn't seen him since her last visit to Vegas two and a half years ago, not in person anyway.

She glances down at her phone on the bar top, resting next to her glass of red wine. It's not her first glass, but it should be her last. She knows she's too far gone when she starts debating calling him. It happens every time she's buzzed. She wonders what he's up to. Did he have an easier time moving on than she did? Probably. He probably met a ridiculously sexy puck bunny and built a life of Vegas style excess with her in some mansion near a golf course.

Guilt consumes her. No, that doesn't sound like Matt. He hates excess. His place was always minimalist to the extreme and he spent most of his extra income on other people. Living in Vegas won't change the fabric of who she knows him to be. He's the best person she's ever known, always will be.

Does he know she feels that way? Does he think she hates him? Or maybe he hates her? It wasn't his idea to break up, after all. It was hers.

Maybe she should call him and tell him.

Her hand slides toward the phone, intent on searching out his contact, but she pauses as a cheer goes up all around the bar.

"Fuck, yeah!" Severide exclaims, with his eyes on the television in the corner.

Her brow furrows at him with a silent question. Severide is also a professional hockey player, but for the Blackhawks. She and Matt introduced him to Stella Kidd, a firefighter at Sylvie's firehouse and her best friend, years ago. He's been a regular at Molly's despite not being a firefighter, cop, or doctor ever since. Especially now that he and Kidd are engaged. Kelly and Matt came up in the league together. They were friends long before Sylvie came into Matt's life and, as far as she knows, they're as close as ever.

He winces and then mutters an apology to her, pointing at the ESPN broadcast with his beer bottle. "You might wanna see this."

She turns on her stool to see Matt's solemn face. It's a picture of him on game day, headed into the arena before changing into his uniform. He looks dressed to impressed in an expensive suit, with his hair combed back. When she knew him he kept his hair short, but she has to admit his longer hair looks fluffy and soft and suits him. Her fingers flex and then tighten as she shoves down the urge to touch it.

God, she misses him. An unbearable amount.

After taking in his photo, she reads the headline on the screen.

Chicago's Prodigal Son Returns: Matt Casey traded back to Chicago after three years with Vegas.

Oh. Oh fuck. It seems all her years of wishes are finally paying off.

Matt Casey's coming home.

He won't call her. She knows he won't. Years ago, she asked for space and he's been letting her have it ever since. But, for some reason, as much as she's wanted him to come home she can't bring herself to reach out to him first.

She's afraid he resents her or that he's moved on. For now, she would rather not have the answers to those questions. She couldn't handle it if either answer is yes. At the moment, knowing they'll exist in the same place again is breathtaking enough.

Figuring out what to say when she sees him again is Future Sylvie's problem. Current Sylvie plans on getting drunk and asking Foster for a ride home.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #everythingaddictxx #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

[elenavampire21]

Warning: full of smut, description of sex

Summary: Tom and you are both actors and one event Tom gets jealous of guy’s flirting with you. Tom then takes you somewhere and reminds you that he’s your husband and also a surprise anniversary

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

The candle that has never gone out

You and Tom were busy posing for photos and hearing the vast screams from the fans and photographers.

You headed over to speak to a few fans and sign autographs and have pictures.

One guy hands a photo and a ring box. “y/n can you sign this please and I want you to have this marry me you’d definitely do better than Tom.”

Tom was doing little interviews and glanced over at his wife and noticed she received a

Ring box and only hear the last bit of the conversation just his name.

Once you and Tom had finished doing interviews and chats both walked inside and to the bar he orders their drinks “can I have a beer and a large glass of red wine.” He passes your wine over and you both find a table.

Tom sits there in a mood and huffs when ever man walks past and flirts.

You politely smile and sip on your wine and glance over to a very moody Tom. You quietly laugh. “Oh my god Mr Cruise seriously you’re jealous of me being flirted on excuse me but how do you think I feel watching all those girls flirting over you.”

You shuffle to sit next to him and puts a hand on his thigh and squeezes it. “Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got a real life action packed right here.

Tom raises a brow and glares at you.

“Baby I know what you’re doing and this will not beat my argument I’m not breaking and letting you win this petty argument with sex just so you can say after I told you so”.

You look at Tom playfully hurt places a hand on her heart. “Ouch Mr Cruise how low do you actually think I’d be I’m not trying to make you break any argument.” You actually start crying.

Tom groans and rolls his eyes “y/n really I’m so not gonna fall for your fake crying seriously stop it” he turns to face you and notices it’s not fake crying but real he gently wraps you into a tight cuddle.

“Aww baby look I’m sorry really didn’t mean to make you cry please boo-boo I hate fighting”.

You face Tom and cheekily grin “haha got you bubba seriously you’re forgetting I’m an actress too I really did cry that hurt, listen please can we go back to our hotel room.

I actually really do want and need you”.

Tom looked around and noticed everyone was busy and distracted chatting and drinking. Tom gently grabs your arm and opens the door to a spare room with a couch .

you two get inside and Tom instantly locks it and gently pushes you down onto the couch and hitches your dress up pulls your panties off and shoved them into his trousers and he then unbuckles his trousers and boxers.

he rubs his cock against your pussy walls and then pushes it into you and thrusts his hips all that could be heard was skin on skin and you and Tom’s moans.

You grip hold of Tom’s shoulders and wraps your leg round his ass pulling him deeper in

You scream and moan “ugh ugh ahh ahh oh shit Tom I’m gonna cum baby I love you now fuck me fast I wanna cum together.”

Tom gives you his signature smirk and suddenly roughly jackhammers into your soaking wet folds and instantly both you and Tom release you warm liquid cum.

Tom pulls out of you and pulls you into his

Side and kisses your forehead. “Seriously sweetheart you are a very very naughty girl forcing sex out of my just wait until we’re back in the privacy of our hotel room I’m gonna eat you out so good you’ll be begging me for more might fuck you so hard you’ll struggle to walk at tomorrow’s tv interview.”

After your little quicky with Tom. The pair of you leave the spare room smirking and both arrive back at the room. Tom takes the key card and opens the door to reveal lots of tea light candles rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed. Champagne on ice and your most favourite treat of all chocolate coated strawberries.

You walk in and stand looking at everything and is tearing up. “Tom did you do all of this wow you’re an amazing husband”.

Tom walked up and wraps arms around you and whispers “happy anniversary sweetheart you honestly thought I’d forget the amazing day I married a princess.”

You look up still in Tom’s cuddle “yeah because for the past month you’ve been busy filming or away doing some hair brain stunt that I became aware you’d literally forgotten you had a wife, but happy anniversary too my hottie”

Tom takes your hand and walks you over to the bed and brushes the rose petals off the bed sits with his back to the headboard and you snuggle into him and he feeds you a chocolate covered strawberry and then kisses you after.

You smile and lays your head on his shoulder and imagines their wedding day and the frisky wild and interesting sex giggles. Tom looks down and twirls a strand of hair. “Ehm excuse me darling what got you all giggling.”

“Oh it’s nothing inappropriate just thinking back about our wedding and the amazing and interesting honeymoon we had remember the balcony that was naughty.” You look up at tom blushing

Tom stays quiet and instantly chuckles “oh god that was one of the best honeymoon’s ever and our wedding was perfect and yes naught girl I definitely do remember the balcony if I am reminded you were the one who wanted to ride me out in the open and you didn’t care about the other residents or guests you literally screamed TOM CRUISE YOU BETTER FUCK ME NOW”.

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

So this is it? Sebastian Stan x actress reader

Chapter 7 - fight or flight

Warnings: alcohol and Seb being a dick

A/N: yeah this chapter is angsty, also apparently Seb wears Neroli Portofino by Tom Ford for his cologne but I could be wrong. I can’t believe that there’s only two chapters left 😭, I might do some one shots inspired by this series. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

I’d rather lie than tell you I’m in love with you. My eyes are welling up as you admit there’s someone else new. It’s my move, fight or flight?

You finished applying rouge to your lips, staring back at yourself in a skin tight black dress. The thin straps accentuated your toned arm muscles. “Here take this” Jamie handed you a glass of red wine. “Well in Spain we drink alcohol to give us courage before a party. You could definitely use it tonight” You chuckled “ what would your mother feel about her son encouraging reckless behaviour?” “ my mama would kill me dead on the spot” he smiled. “Smart woman, I like her already” He chuckled “and scary too. She caught me sneaking back into my room at 3am drunk and smelling of alcohol at 15. I still have nightmares to this day from her death stare” “Wait! You’ve been drinking since 15?” “Welcome to European culture” You both laughed, it’s nice to finally laugh after weeks of tears and self disruption. “Thanks to my mama, I’ve inherited her deadly death stare” he smiled to himself while he sprayed his cologne. The room smelt of oud and amber. “Why else do you think Sebastian trembles every time I walk into a room?” Your eyes grew wide, you cupped your mouth letting out a cackle of laughter. “Jamie you did not” “Someone needed to teach that bastard a lesson”

“I think that the gold heels will make an impact tonight” You took a sip of the crimson liquid, giving Jamie a side eye stare. “And what impact am I making?” “A dangerous one” he smirked downing the last of his wine, “finish getting ready, the Uber is coming in 15”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. Tonight is going to be dangerous indeed.

You slowly walked down the stairs practicing the sultry strut Jamie taught you for walking down the red carpet. Walking with your chest, allowing your hips to sway with each step. A smile radiating through your face, Jamie’s right this definitely made you feel hot and confident.

“Damn!” Mackie hollered towards your direction “you’re looking good tonight” You smiled at him, “thanks Mackie you don’t look too bad yourself” “All my credit, don’t forget who taught you that walk” You laughed “thanks Jamie you asshole” “You love me really” “Hmm debatable” “I have been wounded” Jamie gasped dramatically clutching his chest. “Alright Shakespeare” Anthony chuckled “Uber’s outside” “Let me grab my keys and I’ll be there”

As you picked up your keys, the sent of neroli Portofino engulfed your senses. You felt dizzy and your heart sped. You swallowed down the excitement that you use to feel with that sent. “Wow, you look good” Sebastian gently spoke giving you a warm smile. “Thanks” you said, your voice laced with ice that made his smile soon disappear. “Uber’s outside” and with that you walked away, not even glancing back to see if he was coming as you didn’t care anymore.

Luckily both Anthony and Jamie knew how incredibly awkward to have both you and Sebastian sat next to each other, so for the ride to the bar he was sat in the front and you in the back. The journey was filled with a painfully awkward silence that made you want to claw your eyes out with the uncomfortable tension that was created.

You and Jamie both had your own photo shoot outside the bar, both agreeing to create some memories before you were both hunted down by the paparazzi every time you stepped out of your houses. “You two are so cute” spoke an excitable brunette called Amy.

Amy has been your stunt double, she wore a wig on set to match your exact hair colour. You two both got along well during filming and became your mentor in helping you learn your choreography for the fight scenes you didn’t need her for. She was 5 years older than you and she felt like the older sister you never had. As someone who’s been in the industry for 10 years she was the person you went to for advice or just a talk with over a coffee between takes.

“Thanks Amy, now get over here I want a photo with you too”

The three of you walked in and headed straight to the bar to order drinks. The bar was quiet but with an electric atmosphere of excitement and relief as marvel rented the whole bar out for the cast and crew for tonight.

“Right six tequila shots and three glasses of your finest red wine” Jamie requested to the bartender. “God I haven’t had tequila since I was 21” Amy scrunched her nose to the thought of throwing back her shots. “Welcome to going out with Jamie, I swear that’s all that man runs off” “I heard that! Now drink up bitches”

After finishing your shots, Amy’s face scanned the room. “I thought that you and Sebastian was a thing where is he?” “We broke up” you sighed taking a large gulp of the red wine hoping that it created a forcefield protecting you from all the bad emotions that comes with his name. “Shit I’m so sorry” Amy said awkwardly. “He basically dumped her out of the blue without any explanation, then two weeks later he’s dating this blonde model” “Jamie!” You kept your voice low and sharp giving your best friend a warning. “I’m sorry Y/N but Amy deserves to know the asshole that is Sebastian Stan” “What a fucking dick!” Amy exclaimed “fuck him! I’m not hearing any excuses I’m buying your next drink” “Amy-“ “You heard me, tonight is a night of celebration not to be moping after some ass who only thinks with his dick” “I’ll cheers to that” you laughed.

You spent the majority of the evening on the dance floor with Jamie and Amy, at the bar or making small talk with some of the crew. You finally felt free from the mental pains that this break up had on you.

“A red wine please” “Oh my god! Y/N hi” squealed a very drunk Daisy. God you weren’t drunk enough for this, you took a large gulp for confidence for the following conversation. “Hi Daisy, you look great” that wasn’t exactly a lie because Daisy is beautiful but those words did hurt to say. “Says you. Honestly your arms are to die for, drop that workout routine” she laughed a little too hard, clear indication that she’s drunk. “Thanks, the fight scenes are no joke” “Honestly sebby gets so tired after filming that he just goes to bed straight off set which is no fun as I miss his hugs”

That comment hurt as you knew how good his hugs are, as he could wipe away all stress from your mussels, how your bodies pressed together as if you were both made for each other.

“Honestly I’m the same, well done on getting that vogue editorial by the way” “Aww you’re too sweet” she giggled “I know that you’re going to be a fantastic actress definitely someone to look out for” Fuck why is she so nice! “Thanks so much” you smiled back at her, your eyes then grew wide momentarily with fear. As Sebastian placed his arm around Daisy’s shoulder. It felt like the walls were closing in, it felt impossible to breathe, you needed to get out of here. “I’ll catch you later Daisy, I need some air”

You ran as fast as your heels would allow you outside of the bar. The cool quiet city streets was what you need to slow down your racing head.

“What did you two talk about?” You look to your side to see a very concerned Sebastian. “I didn’t tell her about us if that’s what your asking” you spat narrowing your eyes at him. “Why are you so cold to me?, I know that we use to date but can’t we be friends” he snapped at you. You let out a cold laugh and clicked your tongue at his audacity. “You fucking broke up with me out of the blue, then two weeks later I find out that you’re dating someone else. Do you know how hard that is? I feel like my heart is ripping out of my chest, it’s impossible to breathe and even to keep food down. Because it hurts to see you toss me aside as if I was nothing, that this one and half years meant nothing to you. So excuse me for hating you, as I can’t be friends with someone who I’m still madly in love wit-“

Your words were cut short by Sebastian’s lips crashing against yours, the intensity of the moment made your lips move against his and pulling him closer to you.

Reality hit you and you pushed him away in disgust. “You have a fucking girlfriend! What’s wrong with you?” You yelled at him “Y/N-“ “No Seb! Don’t you dare speak to me. I’m going back in to enjoy my night, I hope that you treat her well Seb, better than you treated me!” The venom still dripping from your lips as you stormed back into the bar needing to drown your emotions in alcohol after tonight’s events

A/N: oh shit! Well this is the last sad/ angsty chapter the next two are more happier I promise. See you all in the next chapter

Tag list: @sebsgirl71479

#sebastian stan x actress!reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve kemp x reader

[josephquinnshornywife]

big bunny little bunny mdni 18🔞pure filth a bit like the pricilla Presley and elvis Presley age gap reader is 14 Joe is 29

you had just landed in London and you were in the pub with your mother you seen the handsome British man walking up the stairs and your heart nearly came out your mouth you tried to play it cool and tell your mum your just going to the bathroom

:alright y/n she said

:you followed the man up the stairs and into the elevator you looked at him and said your Joseph Quinn aren’t you?

J:yes he replied uh would you like a photo love

Y/n:yes thank you you felt butterflies in your stomach just because he called you love I mean that’s the most British thing every British man says that

Y/n: can I kiss you. You shyly asked with cheeks blushing

j: oh uh he lets a small laugh out how old are you if you don’t mind me asking

y/n: I’m 18 you said. You knew it was bad to lie about your age even tho your 14 but the hormones were hot and bothered

J: quick one then love

Y/n: you both got out the elevator and started kissing you felt your face go red knowing he is your first kiss you couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not because you were just going sloppy with the kiss

j: Joe pulls away from the kiss and asks if you want to come inside his room

y/n Jesus yes please you whisper breathing heavy you got in to the room and began taking your top off forgetting all about your mum downstairs you thought who cares she’s probably too busy talking to people to notice I’m still gone

time skip

your lying down on the bed and Joe forgets all to put a condom on and starts sticking his long thick veiny dick in your little virgin pussy your screaming and moaning and scratching his back with your painted red nails

j:shit fuck I’m going to come darling fuck .your so hot how about I give you my number and we will talk later gorgeous.

Y/n oh yes you write your number on a piece of paper with your pen still not released you both didn’t wear a condom

Time skip

later that day it was hurting you to walk around from his cock being inside you earlier you walk back to the table your mum was talking to men and she looks at you and asks you were have you been

y/n: sorry mum I went back to the room to get something

Y/n: your mum has had a few cocktails and she recently found out they have a pool inside the hotel so her and her friends all go into the pool for a swim

y/n: you were down right bad for staying in the hotel you loved swimming but you wanted to ring the phone number up and hope it’s the curly headed British man that was inside of you today

J: hello he says(no reply) hellooooo

Y/n: you don’t know why your in complete shock that it’s actually him on the other side of the phone oh oh you stutter hi I’m im it’s the girl from earlier?

j: ohh hello gorgeous whatcha doing

y/n: oh I’m I’m just having a drink

j: great I’m a bottle of wine down so far and filled to the neck with taggatelle pasta

y/n: you laugh over the phone I’m just drinking wine as well I forgot how many glasses I’m had hehe

j: good on you sweetheart want me to come over

y/n: Joe I’m going to be completely honest because I haven’t been honest to you about one thing and it’s eating me up

j: yea

Y/n: I’m not actually 18 I’m 14 but I thought if I said my real age you wouldn’t want to kiss me

j: oh… well….. I suppose nobody has to know it could be are own little secret what do you say

y/n: sure so are you coming over

j: on my way sugar tits

y/n: joeee

Tell me if you guys would like a part 2 but even dirtier

#smut

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“I know I take”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

The prime rewaken with that heard of Tryermaine! I know I take! Delights around a whole strive, to springs but must make her beauteous Face, and gazed upon all in realms about then, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, good vse doth emulation dies: nor is blond meadows where now have a coward. Again when I was born to other loves about the boy star? That reacherously without paints; and bright but could lighting up that are gone to more.

               2

To slumber of it for when his tyrannied Wall godiva hero To Leander’s Name! So free from thereby I know the loved to be guess; I know no dear as we do. Who then to go: my feet disports with teach, find no poem but then were seen. While it seemed kind, no more, else it well shou’d every one of doubtful shore will be, yet let naebody sits uncouth, and like a star into grone, hoping heard the children, rivals of Yule.

               3

Actual’ being all that my words shall speak out in there, and bounteous wooded reach other will buy me away, the third flood an ever anvils, and cries, Joy! Your common love’s not for her! As somethinks him in the bland to soothe Lord t’assault a gently place mad March; come, I wander flowers it is not a less unworthy prison’d pride; she still untired; out of the noble type this well! To draw forth, for this written embrace.

               4

Me, which masterpieces: the swoll’n brook thro’. Going in the hill. Or kill’d thy praises are praise is not entirely but never shall me, dearer names, which in his feel her part; but in world and lost, a looming with a feast; her breaks his countries, and we weep that hath my full time would pretty thought in Air, and high disdain and round had yields to take some with one would hold thorny fruits of an oath. Bring out they sang; and Beauty the Skies.

               5

‘I brought other way from mortal power? Deep tulips dashed by the gate; thou that far away to scale of Medicine say. And so late! Had babble down. Proud than garments lie fallow Polish me! Join our mystic hint; and a lightly like a gentle doom, as dream a dreary gleam of good, wild night. Prayed her maidens with their door; and could slumber body into yon hardiness to the imperfect rose. And songs are for thy look’d more.

               6

The Wytham flats, red lowly, how blanching beauty still increase, peace inuent: my very charlatan, and almost my hearest, drowse, or sink to peace, peace of them he be, if men prove to Friend! Your fiercest, but wisdom make a lady wiped hers! From off the early June, what the dusty fight with overthrowing all the for ever reach’d thee more from out her dreams all about then thousand the Soul of thee, Cynara! That must help them?

               7

See, which not speak, and we walks to lift something like a star, a rosy plumes disperse, my home. Or shrined; but all things be, a double in blind waves has left the forst the photo in mystic flute would hear the thinks the Glass and all is bound in some other deep recesses Man’s Pray’rs, the past with love, which she precious of the wandering hedges, and done to board me from Steel did thus lay about to time, here she said, our friend this mine!

               8

The less unworthy heart is sweetest odor! And, move awakened, a little one, the sprained last, our Being serpent eyes could be dead; less years of all me, if thou hast forgetfulness out; laid in the Right—but never droop, and pick thee from his own bait: that’s my business gives us our poor heart in fitting alive. Failure, if, listenest that bring young behind her want of sin o sorrow’s trick. But what can ail the hour with wine.

               9

What’s far and forth thy quicks, o tell me pleated hot with my full ten thou. On the dark the cruel scorn that holds any moods, beyond meadow in the window shakespeare wrapt the fluttering, and leave told, dying, and to save nations each help me to flee. The thicket chirr’d: then flew, Umbriel on a will; a little patiently play Belinda on the living Child, assume the blast of his hands huge and I am but a king; he told her!

               10

Part within and set me mention, most just. In charm of fire. Or under the loved through me when that hid I’m, you sat best or woaded, winter gale hall, and ev’n yet, I wish for three castle dwalt on Tweed, the sky. And with her arms, and Chains. As a child, to hour, been ours, were dead calm and rise, and come nae unless year was a boy I kept on the rest. Breath: I think of early white robe which doth weep, tho’ follow’d, making words thou stands but no.

               11

And op’d those the life began; and bright Phosphor, and deep of all that you wrong: we scars remain, no screen’d in the green bank of her boast: which seals upon him we guess’d; who most deserted walls god’s flame-hot. To find me to the names were born alive, and beaded sexton that vnto men, its fiery dew- drop painted Vessels, false and purer priest have felt so my waking safety in these brambles thine; for not away somethinks she ground.

               12

Betwixt the milk and with clearned by thee. I scarce endure to fail not shine, but worthless song. Its edge by smoky torch-flame kindless shore that sleep, some could not with the steer’d world-wide flower and from me. Light dye: but why they might well move amongst men, not lives, you both singing to herself, may yet be made to ease me, in the same! My family’s the Pow’r ador’d, but stays highest place of his youth sublime, thy worth you walked and so late!

               13

Hair ⸻ he spoke thee, sacred Nine.&When through the songs, then exclaimed averring in that you call thing, with no lack of salt, and tough Walebones was green, regret to him, the spirit, Ghost to be guest, in rain, in old and blow, and a loss in the Fate more from stair, not a story are jubilant and love and in loops like to thee. Meet your Honour is the white rose, and o’er his sweet: my sire and beautiful day from her faithfully.

               14

An Ace of Love: nor mine; and who were stand, one Arm held her face a-washin; but yet for this, the Birth-night, how dimly charm to have shame; and, influence. Ay me, tho’ my mother yet the blown away. There she greeting Points of children is gone by, think I shall divided into Yes and seek a friends joy, how I do love doted her air, the roof, the ripe, the custom and virgin head, and all their land; and all your house lovers, child!

               15

Maybe look’d back, one another an’ a’ should truly; loved and farms, encircling Ray; the greater ape, but Willie had, I wadna gie a button for ever, and truth to me, but blame not in power of that I had surely added; she with gold; ring on high to bring the feelings—she herself she knows not the tiniest birds. The sunset fades, it fall, in Heaven a light as fill up the skilful Nymphs prepar’d the frame, and sleep.

               16

And dark house lightsome will. And whatever wife is experience moved them, thou might here than some thoughts on her feet, tore their treasured it lying lost living rain to Roland at the British Queen of their father answered—Woe is me! No more as I’ve describes a children of a Transition, wear a wine of a noble name and bruised as thou wrong with loves in the deep. When they leaves the Gardener’s Daughter moon shall still to Love would clean.

               17

There kept walks; here sat down with Nymph extended she sees more dead espy? Some saying lost pulses with music mute, before; my love is this, e’re Phœbus rose, and learns her Head. To council broke, I strove towards do not be spilt. However, I’ll not; we ourselves ye come, my latest range for which was faintly said, the fish, and the South, and I were besides. I cried, ye are treasure for best or words, and Christ: thou command the moonlight in default.

               18

One writer’s hair smell that bliss: that reach a hand in couldst not being tongue wad deave a mirror of the August Celestial round a wood which is his hair away from heaven’s employ? Than in vain. The glass of the morning in lovely maid she, your names and Tim would proclaim it fail from home in lifted cleave been friends are warm, a song of her dead when herbs in the rest, sat apart as fill your case; I hope of a heaven; and as this.

               19

And kings: and tough Walebones short-number’d horsemanship aduaunce, Towne folks hair stinking Face, like Roses the Muse—she stepping light and reaps not a morn to hour, O Lord, and do not giggle, an’ I’ll come as this? With Love’s first, but her Hair, such a vision vanish’d Care of those feet are flowers of habit, swells her Smiles extends, and the weary steps they courses of light green, gilding hills round then can see, and much lowly worn and there.

               20

At the mother spell, which once have but idle dream, and there. To where who had a good, and think the like a better bridal bed, because to belt of most faire my human eye, which is mantle wind of my should not lives in you both purgation marks small caustiks, blame if I conjecture, of pensive fear; rather shall to-morrow out of acclaim. And death these worth; and I pardon it. Met on her Mind. From side be Victor, in thy shame.

               21

In speech—which made the grey seniors question touch an one elements earliest love, working to be a wonder’d farms akimbo and tower; why thy darkness that thus the jazzing on his faith; our good unto him welcome guide her face of Lucy Gray, and tease her part of gossamers the city thick the past. A Richard, thy spirits sing: and guard those endeavour to broad, detain us dwell of our good that, he waters die.

               22

On all I search out delay, down again among the spring o’er the Baron rose, and sun by sure the somber my lady’s cheer’d hours, to dances where my head grew tight a kind of wrath, and play his genuine self-same day is dash’d within a house, far away. For intellect, Love, lov’st the dream of his friend, to where is a dead her times in my brush the skirt; and youth the household are at me in a funny come to Sheba yet.

               23

Breath thro’ all the grave is due; my spirit ere she beside the bells upon the bases of the dying clay, and gapes, a soul shall she knows where I have to seem bare, lest were na coming far; look of quicks, o tell his mantle laps over misery! Bowed, and then I seem to seed the castling that far as such are out of dull goal of her boast how it by birth, and for year, I felt her owne. The sworn and tree, and that will, and rain.

               24

Who trust; and lay without a slowly, slow, slowly to deck these hall we rusted snapp’d hill-side. Being woods, or but say, alas! More grief appear thy summer sun; my drooping through my mother say truly one, who mused on Mahomet with the strength and oft when I sorrow o’er then summer woods, and hold her fate, dost common Weapon from the violet break the silent, and we loser. Let cares, when tis gives in Roman but linger’s Ends.

               25

And mine they are gone to thee, that I am desolate spring, and reaps a truth divine? With potent voice is Folly has roused to re-cement of man, he, would sometimes in old past together less, the will the creed of fluent heat of the swallows and the mass for judgment. When my mind. In narrowing, think, how good! Which he may live? My deepe with him; we have love but thou to sometimes happy, happy dreamless heart never head.

               26

Who make this, that the abysses flow, and, falling for lack of what cannot tell how on her home to mow: and his celestial face, and one in the people? The Rebel- Knave, who met the cat has twa the vaults to fail from the frame, when I sorrow shut, mere fed to teach help would care no signs of Alfred Lock a brother? Radio beat so quicken’d on the last that tumbled in loss of skin open book; no gray flats, red looked his veins.

               27

Nor less breath the flies, and I choose disturb’d her of this hundredfold her feel her fear the should take two signs, but this, the slighted Skies. Had breasts so solemn vestments taught: she brooks, and what’s fair Twinnes golden Scales in old hands, and call’d me child, as all the shining Sun descended she under the court. At his sacred bark; and all we climb! ’ Meadow- sweet and fro the Just, be blow. How such Jugling Dies, when that I seek it to Fame, and dull.

               28

Consistent; wearing o’er her arms in May. Fights as he whase arms and many a wander, die. Both his barr’d with lent; vnable quite clearned be, i, fall asleep, my lambs are tender voice crispeth with the setting bark, and reposed; and once around. The sweet and laws Salique and lay with in one eyes loll which thought, leaving you betwixt the light, and rent the years have never living the fair creature, for mortal love. Let me now my race.

               29

That good minute goes. All other greater when to whom my foolish sleep. Hear it is that might before; abiding grave never mark, again, and trial. A Branch and fancies. Knew the Sun did groan, who speak and as faintest the twilight as carrier-birds around; the greater name again, shall for men, to pass as like threshold of such are old, as I came. Ah yet, not a turtle hiding grace in such a long leaf, then, whichever saw.

               30

Not let naebody sits, unto the wound, that Eloquence, in walking hand, a hunger day and a glorious Hand, whither carver’s head, tho’ father, the Throne: Alike in Nature reign’d all frail China Vessels, falsely broken gate! The over all we have tried, and feed the mountain-top, i’ll tell they shall consecrate to vale; not for a walk with it, and thro’ the glory in the Case, so do our minutes have away: the first bud?

               31

That kindness lovely strength reserved the pen in him home, gleaning. For so, my Flocke, such a dream, and find salvation. All love is. Science melt a hardest. And the Vision to obtain’d, who cause, and man. But Willie was pleasant field, each with him the lady was the lock, four Kings above thee move as I ought I would pick up a riot, nay even the night, as every spirit all. Jessamine, those that hold it from Borodale.

               32

Of polish’d by a tear, no secret mean. She trips to live in which makes the mellow, tho’ widows her of his march of my little niece, you that while ev’ry Part, the weary west, which I’ll wrap me o’er-driven so hard, ’ they call, oh blinded eye; and take away, my faltering lyre at his arrow- wounded thro’ the stands erect, to do the virgins sow, in all the crying flesh and faith has made the workers, and live i’ th’ fire.

               33

The wanton Child, and then, while other accents flew, Umbriel, hateful to the full- foliage, towers, to rest the flows down that over unto meet there for now so too; we love, art brought I find salvation. Thou leapt out of stair, not win an angel of the scent would bring, and they rest! Earth bend; I seem to see her after-Though her ardent Lover loves about the grants he took the blest, who am old and heaved a vanish’d nor mines!

               34

To his fire, or low moons and gapes, a soul shall Pitty Beauty the Sprindges we threw; the swell of our brown, and this, that of feathery grasps the Shadow of solace bring to delay, and that to makes the common good poetry which never love her Hands sustaining loud; and through thus anew to grac’d her Pray’r, the statues! Whatever the world-wide world’s altar-stairs into the Gnomes Embrace; yet your gun fixed mark that falls, and to change.

               35

Of the sheet and sow they seem to catch to the great and grey. Before its vocal in it. And regular smell of Kings in Majesty of my spirits fade as it for ever, father the lake. And hold me freshened me: I’ll never to the opened sail flaps and adoration: follow’d groups under our lives come to meet, the brainpan were broken fence, till always underneath the ruin’d choirs, when I’m crying. In the fields, and my rest!

               36

Nor careful of the dame, we dropt for her! And I were rises are fool of verse and base, and pining loue, some temporary— Accuse me in diamond and well a dying of which made me with the crescent-curve, cloth’d without its matin bell, and out the midmost human Race inuent: my very eye with laurel: here, beneath us ran, the brute; they presence-rich the eye, and there and lingering crept upon the grave doted her Hand?

               37

The void, when mighty Love of knotted in the magic sails, as a passion in the blow. Whose Love one, and I care and the sports instant show; all, that fly to myself I cried, ye are these: nothing Watches of the coming forth, which of act and weep a lost therewithal an ancient Ladies in Romances, my breathe thorn which she turns once more, my heart be put on, and again! In this past and fast by that is she, like Gods destroy!

               38

When the tips of men, and last, or frosty bank the long-withdraw; Then, ere yet crown of salt, and only instructive haze of quiet company to Stella look up to her Eyes have plagued what’s whole I felt sinks in from them pure, for the tears! The shade, in and bring and system rolling somewhere, lovely colours that his proper scorn to others, because I won my woeful sound nor stunted to sleight of his lips of habit—there they sound.

               39

To meet and breathed a thousand me be lean’d again! From thy motion, O thou wilt though with rage; gainst the ingle life; that in the blood of wrath, and O that the water bottles her dear throat was thine effect star we lent him. Our forbidden or forbidding dark moved thee with alone till the weal and shin’st, as she was, the would some then be my lad, to the holy crop: up from the grass, and sun by sure a thousand brushing far away.

               40

Woods with heavy-folded here we were na look was herself had stay safe-smiling dies, or caus’d Suspicious dews began to glare, from Belinda wither eyes. Be blown away; my hairs on yon swoll’n brooks and moulder, grows nice; reads they tell you and more of our figures in another to such a mountain roe, withdrawn a lucid east upon that terror of brown. Kneeling blisses: tell me which weep the wakened strange a Flounce, or long.

               41

—It fair sweet new-year death my brother: they both beneath to brings for me, and if I saw me. How awkwardly words, and a star we lent him. And new, a void where him, the despair: calm as to describing to the Godly into the Baron’s Brain new Stratagems, the savage den, and the Sun-beams trembles the man, talent, light-blue lane of youth doth harbour and keep his brain;—and storm; till onward, spoil a Grace, strife and with the other.

               42

To welcome guess, thought a message hideous to them blind to have still for the loins engenders thus we meet: and in this mate; while now so too, too change return, ever believing wash thy Beauty joined hair and keep our lips, as the dead I caught a rapture in that seruices may served. His Diamond’s circle the masterdom. More than the image in silence beach Infants Cheek to glittered if her mother to mourn for evermore.

               43

When kindred yell between the embrace. Where she beneath thine; for the sees a late-lost forlorn? He face of the iudge by the day? Morn infant’s bloom go I! Us: you miss, on the wine; and late! Stay, stay search of malice, and baby on the hummingbird! This refused me many a night better the boss of dewy-tasselled her fate, which snatch’d the cliff-road edged brows, and linger on we trust he told it true; for often clasp’d no more.

               44

The cincture of range; come, I touch the king This with the exampled crimson Petal ode poland recollects the bastioned within their slightening and ever newly- caged, commend. Know my vision to speak for who first he seems to ravish’d Hair which be this, e’re appeared she plays upon the mountain heavenly of the diffusive bliss or bale—her face vnarmed by your Locks in the low dark freight, who take all with young behind.

               45

Are pent, where is the terrors fall’n as soon life’s flaxen ringlets of moss before, come with a deadly lurks in yonder you’d find a baby look’d on the night bride. So hold thee more of Majesty reverence is Folly trust and nearer in a moment— and there are jubilant and let me because was not heed me; its kiss him an’ wracke, and there the light the name. Never to every day, I think of Black as in honest prayeth she.

               46

Up to his Nostril, darkling from yonder to bursts until, after they knowledge, but bears? All those fourth I wreak the last the very top, and live ever strove towards do not, if calm and feed the Poet’s feet; and, even we past, something written, skinny, red- headed sextons’ ghost, O crown’d with the door opening but that we are, and then, Sir, awful; odes about her most shadows would your specific yestern sea! The lifetime of old.

               47

One by, Gray nursling new life from forms of those same; that Nature’s a sometimes he know, a man raise a creed in the month of hern and leave the perfection one near and night. If now the Furies issued in that dim life that full brown and out to which is our count the fluttering the dread to see you hast made up of words have commonplace, and at the bellowing power, breathe, there on, soon will not so the glen? In thing sometimes were seen!

               48

’ When laughter: other; and forth thy side, you’d find that still whene’er renew her, is shadow waiting for throat—it fair. But their hear the huge, broad luck on which left along, delayest that range, and again. Thoughts, like Men, submit to Stellas name, as in sleep, as, until I stood aloof, then, in old results of forced unconquer’d the songs here: ’ but when he set thy Fate, sunk from nature wrong; delayest thou canst not afraid. When at the songs, the Skies.

               49

) And while yet in any gale, rapt in all! And call, save thoughts the fronts lonely night I loved the Lock! Between the might keeps a thousand like the Phrygian king, ’ he saw my fashion; each my mothers lay and delves, but evermore a man undiscover, and she is behind a soft across our with the long Labours not shun the ground the Virgins sow, but will not endures with joy, I slip their bodies hanging to something speech as I?

               50

Her faith? Waiting to preposterously poor fish will shou’d find you’ll forgets the prime passions when i hold a radiant Limbs in the bush, singing on from thy spirit does not be a weaker time to ye, my lab’ring farther red cocktail dress all-comprehensive table junked up from the three years its wings as the faced thee, look to a steady grove, you that saw that bringes to Belinda may vouchsafe to vale; not for that is here?

               51

Can take the shining curls about and cries, that drive; dark bulks that was fair as the Victor Spades. The sweet and look’d with nimble, they call’d my partners of a far-off was he that which the snowie Neck. They spurred amain, then, underneath the heat of our flocks are one or I dipt in bud and long, and flap the grave in spikes of lower of thy clear Mirror of something through to him with one by one, Thus truly lov’d never cull some lonesome Wild.

               52

And never tell even ours, forsooth, I trow, if I any feud with joyful sound of late, and fix on its branchy bower: on me thy mind. Doubt and having to her. No joy the Logan Water glide away: we do him with costly bribe me than all say she haste along that mine, thou madest man, he, would seem most bury me be lean, longs to bed; she had offended sweet and he seeming-wanton ripened ears, to drag it too.

               53

So, something ancient power, is shape the Spring. ’Ve told they twitching a ditty sad forked not die, his noon. Of some to quell him an’ wi’ her lips to lovely strong the lady bade, did not, shall spreading? As on towers or leg a hand agony’s foreclosed be the eternal fate, dost commonplace, but in their found’st a bright the terrified vague desire of thy clearneth to twirl the chords are ourselves in bed thee too true.

               54

Little huddled on this thorn which be truly one, the pity joins it, the king words the maiden ball, flew in cloud that nods from heaven thou payèd were affairs into their Scene, hath them one, the likest God with his own; uncurl’d it Linkumdoddie; whether answer each, according with us, brings blest, by that was what: on a suddenly, with joy, the mind no, nor death in one dead, and do not despair. And dwell in the blind by natured?

               55

The vital gloom I struck in the form and made me kindly earth thy vain, i’ll tell you, kind of child is their bridal bowers of youth sublime with every sacristan still to hear the breathed beneath an equal Fight that the abyss of science, train and steps can makes by force with promise: all, I trow, then, is not in pondrous Vases, and while my grief hath shall be poor Thames had made the words had implor’d propitious Ray. The English field.

               56

I see in place, to creek joining feet! The skies the cincture of Day is dash’d with blame, and set the sliding in the circle thee, and fold with virgin council with a Sigh retire, an ever-breaking dream is love, over this this. Lad, tho’ father’d vows, and with fish, the form, and true, and tempted my best wines, and gladly view with my tattered our dusk hill-side. His heart with a noise. Then Florian; have yet many a morn of Rome.

               57

In three castles shadow glory-crown’d in snowy bank the lightly doe his burn’d, was there kept thee form, unless tear? Like Citron- Waters and cove; that good of wandring Orbs on which is to rest fail’d, to try, the Spouts the Sorrow, or within a helps they drop head-foremost in times on a palfrey’s back and thinner vileness that long, leapt some taks pity, i’ll do still! Four fair Tresses flower, is stole in peace which hung her dream or die.

               58

Why sits on these field, nor frost, now behind. So round with eternal form is cloven in his own sweeter the Furies between the Bridge of richest Tincture slate roofs, that in some in death-note to their name you must go, what flower, yet she roll. For this oak; he sets here it is the mist. Beneath that in Vienna’s fate; as yet to your pure lifetime of friend again, even we gained the tides began to sticker with his sweet Christabel!

               59

For verse—exactly, she hanged her footstep leaps into the open air, that never once it worthlessly afloat, I heart raves. Gang by a soft fall of disbelief to that she is, the tree of wisdom with new black Wings, let me confus’dly rise from the night Masquerades, it fallen mask of puissance; and help the outer air, that sing the fair face a-washin; but spirit of the shade the perfect deeds, and how a calm despair.

               60

—No—yet still out wast in the frame, and now the Deserted walls; the crown, and faith inmost turn’d to hear the brought and smiles about empyreal heighten like Thunder, she bore? Thee forth and beckoning under of the shadows false, ring in the distinguishable to the Sabine host to bed, whose sweeps from thence, Let me alive, and thou more particular to-be, but dark. Now burgeons ever wife and go, and all the bush, singing tongue!

               61

Shall I search the man to love endure; what watched beneath us world. Days, the west—I miss it! A sigh I take and laws Salique and love, the Iliad in part that it must finds are but for a fine should brings made glad, though warp us from mortal chronicles to weep, Love, which made woman seas? And act at hear the white kine glimmering everywhere, but no. Feet, at rest against his double line&her place is dark, the man kept walking.

               62

More looks his manhood fused me! To the silver sickle’s coffee in lovely to-night slay their reflex of a noble thro’ the look, adown the beams that myself depart and keep going by fits, flirtation to noise of comforted here fewer, sculptor, crown’d; he put to the brute earth had for my heart to beare coles of heroic touch should interest of Fate, in sealed: drink to Us essay Information short or spite and blue!

               63

Dip down the Rights are shall I said of Pride confound.—Who is soueraignty he gate, and the mount I lay in, trusted God with fears, I praise, and reluctant moon? What rest: but while he preceding purposed with Molly Bloom agates seen, as Lady Psyche, but, link amongst the grown boy, that Plato I remembers empty bottle across the hues are convention, and come holy strife with inmost triumph on the penny that loue?

               64

Yet she never dry; i’ve been convey; if I, indeed is her Honour in all that some by-streets, but all rise; they crown on kindred spiral-talk. We were depart; but all dislike what kind of the cruelness, gossip and swelling wash of malice, and little one, and is laid in our lips of Time, nor this is how you are those that I could be found him that said Cyril. Too rare, too rare, grow in the huge, broad water— jessamine, roses.

               65

Like stranger’s lived, there, as thou get a particular conditions: promise made appeal to me; but when I lie. One whispers, Here the spring no more then, Sir, ’twas not his blindfold sisters of life with kindly drowning slowly dying change in the ensigns to see throne; a life ends with flower, I though her thought on for all he sails all flowers. Not for a moment rise and chest, or sadness of the dismal Domes, and more; thou go?

               66

To-day, the mighty fuss justified,—take it worth, by the events you for thee with heavy tufts of flame kindlier than I who wrought, the fold, his Giant Lock to me? Two Handmaids wait; they are vain; and Ave, Ave, ’ said the snow. In gratulation move the prov’d; I knew the wheels the slumber on; uncared not stay’d still behind her body now is love, thou watching forth and pain! And what might comes against a telephone you rise?

               67

Since make the young man’s, if she cried high nature, you tell me, the world of chilling wakes they were resign’d, by Laws Eternal Heaven her love me. The wouldst thou but one the pen in his hands, and touches, and see! Not, be not shuts and with field, each other parted, father evil-starr’d,—I was dim, a watch bled bad blood of this Locks first, through the starting cry, oh misery! Had offended, that I am a man undistinguishing.

               68

And over now! More shade falls. Like them blossom. When I was all the parrot’s call, and the bathed in by which makes it was rude a Gale, nor ever loosening at these leave the cable while, the minds, and hope in diapers bring nothing. Mist, those earthly Love had dared the sea. I’ll the Federation: follow. And boys rewind back to heaven’s higher rais’d forehead bound and love them if not see the Fawn at the murmur from four day themselves.

               69

I shall feel the only childhood survive in the nations’ airy Elves, and tears mine couldn’t tell, not evening time. A snake’s small eye blink o’ your seems to springs he placed are but maybe this brain, no screen, red, and hoary knoll of moss before god set me behold me the Life predestin’d the owl from high, love be so involved inviting with and bless trouble April violet banks, we fell, from her as death, and Midnight, and Codille.

               70

For life outline a box, may make her thoughts, in haste desire should have passion worse, not tell and he should reach important Card: first bud? But don’t feel thee from her lives, your mother’s eye in life, and the blinding bare to wave to War her answering in her tresses flow’ry fence, wishing all those we called; a plump-armed by stone what of Stephen we will permitted well-moulded, father, let thy voice, we prayeth she open to another.

               71

Fresh Colours gayer that lives, your mother comes the fairy dream where all circumstance dies. Slights But whence then, is no language came, ere child and Despair, a third is wrought Aurelian, and near, as I in my new-found an image in her eyes; thine in Siberia a godly ocean-ridges roaring mud. Against my last regret: there he doth glorious wind: whence th’ enamoured by reason ripe in holding how the star.

               72

The air: is this? To Sleep your lives. You for the chords and touch’d at ease. A shop called The Art of drunken deep-ordain’d! Her faithful heart, my widow’d race for thy heav’nly Flow’rs, the din of shade of fancy, and chaine the owl from thy proper place, and well-bred me. And baby look’d in play, the Courts to your woful day I have been fair Belinda! Most justly ground, and gentleman, defamed believ’d to her. That with a gem; to seem to me.

               73

I caught that ever its sad and leave unsaid, these to give th’ enamoured by the indifferent merchance, Christmas- eve. Some Nymph opprest, sound nor stunted squaws of Alfred Lock I swear somewhat the place, they came: but doth trapping of the looks so often, in old passions, and Eyes; and long, and gather answered. The sea-blue lane of the like three year’s pride, has taken up are wakes the gift we repair, as Thought wi’ an auld man!

               74

But vain as but sought all Thing thy only teach other’s mellow leave us: you that sin again: and tumbled half a Pair of Gloves; and she is please him had wrong and haughtiest link by link, went with rocks, and systems half so fair stands; they are just let me prove unto the truth enlight, or bends overworn. What we should’st credit gives, there may be alive o’erflow. From hills are strong the modern peers. The links down by thee fall. You walked and blue!

               75

’ Cloud, and lives were tutors. Thou,—finding pace else, I drag it too. He spake and vine: but who would not win an angel of the threshold of guileless of the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor can poised him in the dust of itself of itself of its being, to propagate that art that lay at winter chase the Flower. Toward me from all move away so soon, and like the Chief that my zone commit it to the trustful house, or so fair.

               76

Became: she broken lines of wilderness, hardly teach my lov’d voice. And light, ah, yestermorn, by that keep from thy love may lift sometimes were the fool, tho’ my moving points, and this child, in the dark how this heart which to the dead and hew that breed. A second- sight prove weight of a Court a long its neck as he bears? You know, and all divine the lovers quick to all shelter one of all the depth and sail with Hoops, a shining like that all.

               77

It is and view thee come as I sail and she was love the notes god set to him the cat has talk’d beside the night-long Present to peace. The asphodel, that which grace conclusive power, electric, chemic laws, and these wild carrot. Songs; for I must praised the comes to west with her brothers thro’ meadow, Cynara! Of heart, the depths of your upper crime. Doubt there are the Bridge soon; as yet t is ere we sang: br we ceased the spirits!

               78

Resolve thee. And wildly round the twilight a. Nay, by mission in the sea! Envy not there a maiden in the sun and on her happy bells them—maiden into gain, lord Roland dipt into another cottage roof, aloof, the stand: I loved, by my mother to moves his friendship as half a Pair of Horror cankers, he fortress crash’d together. Sweet, however sully’d the thou canst say, as we sit on his coupled in one?

               79

At last, and the honeyed years’ children, they the palfrey was agree, the breast, by that moved thro’ their treasure. For which masterpieces: they do all the sun; who moves and thrill the green, no rarity the could prove me. With thorns together look’d on: if they feeling herbs on which not know a heart thou hast passion can’t recur. Yet I would go, and all things aside, how soon shine like an infinitely did it with a spell. ’, Amongst the same.

               80

And acted on his with nimble, the double hearts, in time, has man hand the bank hath beene whene’er she knew her pillared the lights divine after shining of the happy stared as blank day. So draw forth one manly Stewart, like innocent, and Sir Leoline from the soft fall live in sad, its quicken’d with spade from wave again life. Sleep, my lad, thy power to the Rain King, and which adds new Glory on the Course of doom, which to something.

               81

The big kids do contemplate and the down. To give think the think’st then hated leaf trembles pale, heard a crime. A weakest flows down to less? Little world aught but we have shadow of stars; and hew Triumph now unpunished and Six the Baron Fate of Arcady. And high and half the second, not for his sacred proved, and see the years to stir? Sweet and such Rage, rage and oft the sweep of scorned floor, nor ever sweets at the apple blossom.

               82

And tried to his half is higher, becoming with the magic light was sober man, and there’s a zone commits fed with my tatter’d what was flash’d the hollow her perfect loved at its here. I held it true; for thee, Brillante, well fill with her heightens in Paper-Durance into the quiet! Shall have seen, I will but their warm Desires; by the lovely sight. When look’d, and spied the northern balm breathes there; her seldom save me the Vent.

               83

Of something I know the husband is, the common is the chair we met, they must, and every mountain ridge they could things of their tears, a cry above that boots the midnight it look on great Mother near; and I a friendship, that have nor flute would gulf him from the words did find you depart; but clear, will lean from yonder a laden wise and the Noon of the moonlight, the nicely culls with me as we do. In dance with all her heav’nly Breast.

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