#go ahead and text me whenever i’ll just be walking

[shadowspromise]

ghoapy thoughts

Ghost has a stupid crush on you. He swears he’ll deny it till the end of time.

Soap has an enthusiastic crush on you. He makes it painfully obvious.

Ghost has an even stupider crush on Soap. He tells himself every morning not to let his feelings get ahead of his job.

Soap has, yet again, an enthusiastic crush on Ghost. It’s even more obvious, somehow, than his crush on you.

You know that Soap’s down tremendously for Ghost, but you know that he’s also flirting with you. It confuses you, making you wonder if he’s just naturally flirty or if he really likes both of you.

Ghost wakes up every morning, looks in the mirror, gives himself a firm slap across his own face and tells himself to behave. Crushes are stupid and he’s a grown man with a grown man job. He doesn’t have time for his stupid feelings.

Oh, but when it’s just Ghost and Soap at the bar together, after a few too many drinks…

They can’t help but talk about each other, talk about you. They keep buying each other drinks, knowing that at this rate they’ll have to call someone to pick them up.

“Could barely focus during Price’s meeting today. You an’ Y/N wearin’ those tight shirts… drivin’ me up the damn wall…” Ghost rambles, his eyes parallel to Soap’s.

“Ah did it on purpose, ya know ah love distractin’ you…” Soap responds, his accent thicker due to the alcohol. His cheeks are heavily tinted red, both from blushing and the drinking.

“You think Y/N knows what they’re doin’ to us? Think they do it on purpose too?” Ghost replies, smirking from under his mask. He lifts it over his nose to take another drink.

“God, I hope so,” Soap mumbles, rubbing his temples. He can’t even remember how many drinks he’s had tonight.

“You a’ight Johnny? Think we should go?” Ghost asks, intentionally touching Soap’s shoulder as an act of comfort (and seduction).

“Ah’m fuckin’ blootered, ah’m see’in colors when I close my damn eyes… cannae even feel my toes properly…” Soap starts muttering. Ghost only comprehends about half of what he just said but gets the general point.

“I’ll ask someone to get us. We’ll wake up in a whorehouse if we try walkin’ ourselves back…” Ghost pulls out his phone, squinting his eyes at the screen, trying to focus.

He texts Gaz and gets no answer, probably because it’s late and he’s sleeping.

He texts Price and gets the response of “You’re big boys, get yourself back.”

That leaves you. He decides to rethink a nicer message than the “pick johnny and I up cuntbag” he sent to the others.

“Johnny and I are drunk. Would appreciate if you came and walked us back to base.”

Simon mentally gives himself a pat on the back for managing to type all that without sounding condescending or making a dozen typos.

You respond within 15 seconds, to his surprise. Although he knew you were a good boy/girl and were always eager to help.

“Sure thing. Will be there soon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ”

The little emoticons you send him drives him mad.

“Aye, you think they’re into me? They put a… fuckin’ dog or whatever…” Ghost shows Johnny his phone.

“That’s a bear, mate,” Soap points at the text.

“I think it’s a dog.”

“Well you’re wrong, ye braw bastard.”

The bar is just about a ten minute walk from base and you’ll be there any minute, so they spent their “alone” time talking about you (and the things they’d do to you)

When you arrive, Soap gets overly excited and falls over. Ghost tries with every nerve in his body not to laugh, attempting to keep up the cold and stoic personality for you.

You guide them back to base, stopping Soap from stumbling onto the road. Ghost is much more physically put together, but mentally he’s having an aneurysm. He’s staring at Johnny’s ass whenever he has the chance and can physically feel himself get warmer when your arm brushes against his.

At base, you attempt to push them into their separate rooms but they refuse. Ghost and Soap give one drunken look at each other and it’s seconds before they’re cornering you.

That night, all three of you had your dreams come true.

#simon riley x reader #Simon Riley fluff #Simon Riley #ghost x reader #ghost fluff #ghoap #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #soap fluff #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish fluff #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish fluff #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Chaos Monster & Her English Gent (A Callum Turner x Reader Smut)

Warnings: Smut, language, kiddos under 18 do not interact!

Notes: When I said I've become a total slut for this man and his bf Austin I wasn't fucking around. Lemme know if y'all want an Austin smut/sequel because I totes have some ideas I think you'll like.

Looking back I don’t think any of us expected this to happened. I certainly didn’t and I was the one who had the most to lose if things had gone sour rather than go the way they did.

I’m getting ahead of myself though so I’ll just start where this whole mess began: the first time I visited Austin on the Masters of the Air set. I’d sneaked up behind Austin, my best friend for life and possibly longer, as he was talking to a rather handsome man with the most unimaginably contagious smile. I put my finger to my lips once he’d seen me and jumped onto Austin’s back. “’Sup Elvis!”

“PRISCILLA?! FUCK!” Austin turned and scooped me up. “YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME BABE!”

I laughed and squeezed him back. “Well that’s what you get for taking for fucking ever to return my texts you ass!”

“Sorry ‘bout that sweetheart but duty called a hell lot more than I thought it would,” he said once I was back on the ground. “Oh,” he turned back to the smiling man. “By the way, Callum this is my best girl, Y/N, Y/N this is my new best friend Callum.”

“Nice to meet you my handsome replacement,” I said.

Callum smiled nearly bringing out a giggle from deep inside me. Fuck, he is good. “Pleasure’s all mine love, and I am definitely not replacing you. You’re more beautiful than I will ever be.”

Struck dumb by his buttery smooth British accent and killer icebreaker I turned to Austin. “He is a hell of a keeper.”

“Yeah I think so too,” Austin laughed. “So how long are you staying?”

“I’ve taken a week off work so I’m gonna be yours until about Sunday,” I said.

“Oh sweet. Can’t wait to show you off to the rest of the boys, they’re gonna love you,” Austin said as we started towards a couple other guys in period attire.

“Only until they get to know me,” I said. “Let’s see how they react once they see the true chaos monster you know and love.”

“Well, this is gonna be a right interesting week,” Callum said walking on the other side of me.

Of course he wasn’t wrong about that. The next few days were filled with me and Austin being a chaotic duo in front of his cast mates who were also quite chaotic themselves. I’m not sure how or when it started happening but whenever Austin was away either in costume or make-up, Callum and I started to talk. Barry would sometimes be there but most of the time it was just us.

“I’m really gonna miss having you around,” Callum said two days before I was due to leave. We were in his trailer. Austin was busy talking with his manager so I figured I’d bug Callum for a bit. He was changing out of his costume and into civilian wear while I hung out in his make up chair.

“You act as if you don’t have my number and social medias,” I said. “I’m heading home, not dying.”

“Well, talking with you on a phone or in DM’s isn’t exactly the same as having you here,” Callum continued.

“What can you possibly say that can’t be said over the phone?”

“It’s not what I wish to say but rather what I wish to do that can’t be done over a phone call,” he said starting towards me wearing nothing but his boxer briefs which left little to nothing to the imagination.

“And what exactly is it that you wish to do good sir?”

He smirked and started leaning down. “This,” his lips connected with mine. His plump lips were soft and warm as he kissed me. It wasn’t enough to send me off the edge and before I knew it I had my arms around him letting him carry me to the small couch. Once there he pulled back and brought his lips down to my neck. As he left what I was sure was gonna be a massive hickey I reached down and started palming him through his underwear. He groaned at the feeling, his body trembling on top of mine.

“I’m a bit overdressed don’t you think?” I breathed. He smiled and sat up. I reached down and lifted my shirt over my head. He took it from me and tossed it to the side before reaching for the zipper and button on my pants. Not even a minute later I was fully bare in front of him.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered pecking me on the mouth. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” As he started to kiss me again I nudged at his briefs, doing my best to get them off. Callum got the hint though and pulled them off tossing them with my clothes. I think he could see how big my eyes got at the sight of him for he chuckled softly and said, “Like what you see, darling?”

I had no idea how to answer. If I’d though he was big when flaccid it was nothing compared to how endowed he was when he was hard.

I looked from his crotch up to his face as he continued to look at me quizzically with that smile that didn’t seem to go away. “C’mere,” I said moving from the couch to the floor beside it. He laid himself on top of me sending a shiver through me as his dick brushed my folds, ghosting my entrance. He reached down, gave himself a tug and placed himself there.

“Okay, love?” he asked. I nodded and just like that he was inside me. I clung to him as my body got use to the stretch. Callum cussed a rainbow of curse words in my ear as I enveloped him. His thrusting began soon after.

Turns out Callum is a gentleman in every sense of the word. He kept his movements slow at first, not daring to go faster or harder without my say so. Once the stinging subsided I brought my mouth to his, kissing him harder before telling him, “Harder… I need you to go harder.” With that he picked up the pace, almost slamming completely into me. “FUCK!”

“You’re taking me so well darling, fuck!!” He took me into his arms and slowly lifted me up, still thrusting into me. I held onto him moving up and down as he sat back. I rode him like that for a while until he lied completely back, putting me in charge for a bit.

As I moved my body conscious of the fact that I could see a small bump pulsating in my lower stomach, Callum reached down and started rubbing me with his long fingers. I bit back a scream at the feeling but let him keep playing with clit. It made me feel alive in a way I couldn’t put into words and before I knew it I was riding him like my life depended on it.

We continued like that until I began to feel the pressure build up inside me. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“It’s alright, darling, just...just let go on my cock,” he said grabbing my ass and slamming me harder on his length. The pressure continued to grow more intense, until finally I was screaming and tightening around him. As I remained clamped down on his length Callum wrapped his arms around me and flipped us back over so that he was on top.

He continued to thrust as I came down from the most mind boggling orgasm of my life. I was still seeing stars when Callum’s thrusts became sloppy. Suddenly the gentle boy I’d been falling for became beastly, almost roaring as he twitched inside me, filling me up until there wasn’t a single drop left in him.

My body was still shaking, my cunt throbbing, as he pulled out and collapsed beside me.

“That was… incredible...magical even…”

“It was the best damn shag of my life,” Callum said breathless making me giggle. I turned my body to face him and cringed at the soreness between my legs. “You alright love?”

“Mentally and emotionally speaking I’m fucking great,” I said. “Physically speaking...fuck… Callum, I love you with every fiber of my being and will gladly do this again and again with you but god damn I think you just about broke me in half.”

He laughed at that and kissed my now swollen lips. “So, you agree then? To be my girlfriend I mean.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’m more than that. I mean, I did just say I love you, and lord knows those are words I don’t say to just anybody.”

“Just to the lad who shags your brains out?” I slapped him playfully on his chest. “Only joking darling. I love you too, and I don’t say those words to just anybody either.”

“Just to the girl that rode you and milked you for every last drop of cum in your body?”

“Actually, I believe I just said them to the girl I want to marry.”

“Quite the fast one aren’t you?”

“Only when I know deep down in my bloody heart and bones that I don’t want to do this with anyone else,” he said.

“Alright, but there’s something we gotta do first… Something pretty damn risky.” He looked at me questioningly.

“And that is?”

I looked up and smiled nervously. “We gotta tell Austin.”

“OH FUCK!”

#callum turner #smut #callum turner x reader #austin butler

[harlowsbby]

Fading Out?

Summary, Jack misses date night and the reader gets upset.

Jack 💘

“Babe what are you doing right now? If you aren’t doing anything make sure you get ready, I’m taking you out tonight.”

That was the last message you received from Jack before you started rushing around to get ready for your mysterious little date that he’d be taking you on.

The time was around three almost four in the afternoon, you knew Jack usually left the studio around five so you quickly jumped into the shower to freshen up.

“Why are you getting all dressed up?” Your friend Jessica’s voice came through the speaker of your phone.

“Jack is taking me out tonight I’m not really exactly sure where but all he said was for me to get ready.” You told her.

“Really?! That’s so sweet.” She gushed and you smiled.

“I know! I’m so excited, we haven’t been out together in a while he’s always so busy with work and his album, it feels good to actually spend some time together.” You confessed.

With Jack being gone all day with either finishing up his album, or doing promo shoots with New Balance or just photo shoots in general, there wasn’t enough time left to actually spend time together.

So when Jack texted you saying that he was taking you out you were beyond thrilled and over the moon with excitement.

Looking at the time you noticed it was about five minutes till five. “I’ll call you later Jessica I’m going to call Jack right now.” You told her. “Okay, have fun tonight.”

After the two of you hung up you went ahead and decided to call Jack to see where he was at. When he didn’t answer you looked down at your phone with a frown on your face.

“That’s weird.” You mumbled to yourself, usually whenever you’d call Jack he’d answer right away but you figured he was driving so you decided to text him.

Jack 💘

- I’m ready! Let me know when you’re outside!

You smiled and put your phone down and fixed your lipstick and looked yourself over one last time. It was now five thirty and still no sign of Jack.

Nemo’s house wasn’t far from Jack’s house it was about ten minutes down the street so you weren’t understanding why he still wasn’t home.

You decided to call Urban to see if he at least knew where Jack was. “Pick up.” You mumbled as you started to shake your leg, it was a habit you tended to do whenever you were nervous.

“Hello?” Urban’s voice came through the speaker. “Urban!” You yelled and he winched, not expecting for you to be yelling.

“Yes Y/N? Why are we yelling?” He laughed and took a step outside to hear you better. “Have you seen Jack? Or heard from him recently?” You asked Urban.

“Jack? Yeah he’s in the house with us.” Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Us? Who is us?” You asked him.

“Like Nemo, Ace, a few girls but don’t worry Jack isn’t cheating.” He laughed. “Oh okay well when you see him again can you let him know I said thanks for tonight.” You mumbled into the phone.

“Uh yeah sure I got you.” Urban asked he wasn’t quite sure why you wanted him to say that but he wasn’t about to question or get in the middle of anything.

You hung up the phone and went ahead and got unready. Deep down you had a feeling tonight wasn’t going to happen but you decided to be hopeful.

Just as you were about to turn off all of the lights downstairs and head upstairs to bed Jack came through the door with an apologetic look on his face.

“Baby, shit I’m so sorry I was about to leave Nemo’s house to come get you so we can go out but I got sidetracked by Ace and-.” He kept ranting and ranting and you were honestly sick and tired of hearing him.

“It’s okay.” You said with a tight lip smile. “Really it’s fine I should’ve known better than to give my hopes up, my fault.” You smiled at him and made your way upstairs.

“What?” Jack watched you as you walked passed him and upstairs to your shared room. He expected for you to yell at him or do something but you not doing anything made him even more worried.

“Babe? Are you good? Are we good?” He asked and watched how you laid yourself under the covers and sat up against the headboard.

“We’re perfect.” You sarcastically stated. “I feel like you’re lying.” He nervously laughed.

“Of course I’m lying Jack can’t you tell.” You spat and suddenly you were no longer leaning back you were now up and ready to discuss this.

“Okay so what’s wrong? Talk to me.” He said and sat next to you and went to grab your hands but you pulled your hands back.

“You should know that the problem is we haven’t spent anytime together !” You yelled your hands flying up in frustration.

“I thought you understood that I needed to get this album done? Once I finish the album then I’m all yours.” You scoffed.

“You don’t get it.” You chuckled dryly. “Why do I have to wait till your fucking album is finished to spend time with you!” You yelled.

You hated yelling it was one of your least favorite things to do but you wanted to get your point across to him.

“Are you being serious right now? You’re acting really selfish Y/N.” He spoke. “You know what if you don’t or can’t understand my lifestyle and understand that I won’t be available to run to your every beck and call.” He sighed heavily.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t be together Y/N.” He stated.

Your heart shattered at his words the last thing you wanted to do was to break up with Jack. “That’s how you feel?” You croaked out.

“Then fine we’re over.” Jack watched you with sadden eyes as you made your way out the room.

That night you slept alone in the spare bedroom you just needed time to think and time for yourself to try and see what you were going to do now.

Eventually you ended up falling asleep and waking up the following morning to spell of bacon, sausage and eggs being made downstairs.

You tied your robe against you and crossed your arms over your chest as your made your way into the kitchen. When you finally came into view you saw Jack sweating away at the stove.

“Good morning.” He smiled when he saw you and handed you a plate.

“Thank you.” You mumbled and sat at the table Jack frowned usually you’d be running into his arms or giving him a kiss.

The two of you sat and sat in silence you both tended to be a bit stubborn at times. Jack watched with sorrow filled eyes as you twirled around the eggs and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry I don’t want to break up with you.” He told you. “So why did you say that last night? All I want is to spend time with you but I didn’t realize I had to schedule an appointment.”

Jack chuckled. “You still got your humor.” You shot him a glare. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding but I am really sorry baby please will you forgive me?” He frowned.

“I’ll forgive you under one condition.” You smirked. “What is it?”

————————————————————————

“I really hate touching feet babe and you know this.” Jack groaned as he started to rub and massage your feet.

“So? What does that have to do with me you said that you’d give me a massage.” You stated and took a sip of your wine.

“I know, I know but still.” He grumbled. “But still nothing get to massaging because I’m getting a bit hungry.” You laughed as he groaned again but nonetheless he continued to rub your feet.

You leaned back into the couch and noticed Jack’s phone was ringing. “Druski is calling you want me to answer.”

“Yeah answer it.” He said. “Jack! Where you at man the game starts in a few minutes Urban and me just got here.”

Jack was meant to be going to a football game with Urban and Druski today but he was going to be busy making up for how he acted last night.

“Sorry Druski but he can’t come he’s a bit busy.” You flipped the camera and showed Jack who was sitting on the floor criss cross, applesauce style and painting your toes.

“Man.” Druski’s head went back in laughter. “You’re such a simp! I’ll catch you later.” Druski laughed one last night before hanging up.

“This is no fun.” Jack grumbled. “It’s fun for me and that’s all that matters and make sure my nail polish isn’t all crooked.” He smacked his teeth.

“Okay baby.” You smiled. “I love you though.” He smiled as well. “I love you too babe.”

(I tried writing this a few times but idk I still don’t like it but I hope you guys do 😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[signed-loni]

Okay, so my lil request is like sal and y/n sleep over. There all nice and cuddles up and enjoy their night. but when tention hits the rom it's a crumbling set of emotions. like emotions all over the place as they make out. but that's cut kinda short when ash and larry walk in with drinks and they're high as the roof. Basically a friendly lill cock block if u will

Heehee. Yes🕺🏻

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TGE LATE RESPONSE, I have been having to motivation to write, so please enjoy :)

(Since its gonna take place in highschool, no mentions of alcohol. Obviously, not their freshmen year, you guys are in your senior year. You and sal ate both 18.)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐮.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟏𝟗𝟕

@plusvanity

You and your friends, Sal, Larry, and Ash, were all walking to your class the three of you had together. Math was always easier for you nowadays since you had friends to talk to in class with.

Mrs packerton had her back turned to the class and you were writing in your notebook everything she was jotting down on the chalkboard. “Any questions?” She asked, turning around to face the class. The room was silent for a moment. “Alright! I’ll be at my desk, you all figure out this problem.” She wrote a quick problem down that would surely take the whole class about 10 minutes to complete. Quickly, you copied the problem into your book, starting to figure it out, when you felt something hit your arm. It didn’t hurt at all, felt crumpled up though. You glance at your arm a d too the floor, where you see a crumpled up piece of paper. Picking it up, you read the words

-“Wanna come over for a sleep over? Larry and Ash are coming to”

-You knew it was from your beloved boyfriend sal. You two had been dating for about a year or two now, and you didn’t actually have a sleepover yet, despite the fact you lived in the Addison apartments along with Larry.

-Quickly responding on the paper, you threw it back to sal

-“Of course! I’ll just have to ask my parents lol.”

-Sal silently sighed and nodded to himself. Your damn parents always were so strict. It bugged him sometimes to say the least, but he never pushed you to go against your parents word. They weren’t pushy about you going out with Sal, going on dates, hanging out with him and Larry, going to the fifth floor (surprisingly) but whenever it came to you asking to sleep over? No.

But,sal digresses.

Finally, your mom picks up. “Hello?” She asks. “Mom,” you start, carefully. “Can i sleep over at Sals house tonight?” You blurt out. Your mom is being quiet so shes thinking. Thats kinda surprising, she always just straight up says no. “My friends Larry and Ash are gonna be there to so it wont just be me and him!” You quickly say to convince her further to let you go. “Sure honey, go have fun.” She says sweetly. “Really? Thank you mom!” You say, hanging up so she doesnt change her mind-You quickly text Sal, Larry, and Ash in the group chat you guys had that you could go. -You rush home to pack a bag, and you’re out as fast as you were in. You walked to the elevator and took it up to sals floor. The elevator door opened with a loud ding! and you were on your way to his apartment.-You knocked on the door and sal let you in, opening the door a little wider for you.-You went into his room and processed everything, seeing as though it was youre first time in his room, you were fascinated by everything. His posters and paintings on the wall, the old record player he owned, the records he owned (all heavy metal of course).

~

(Sals mask is off in this part).

Its about 9:00 now and your other friends still aren’t there. You don’t mind of course, you just wish they would have let you know ahead of time that they were gonna flake out. You don’t mind only being with Sal of course, but you did kinda want to have an actual sleepover with your friends-

You and sal lay on top of his bed, watching a scary movie, you cuddled on his stomach with his hand on your head, playing with your hair. You get sorta bored and you start moving around a but. You sit up and sals hand falls off of you and onto your lap (accidentally, sal wouldn’t touch you there without consent). You look at Sal and he looks away, pulling his hand back. “M’sorry” sal uttered. “I-its okay. Don’t worry about it.” You said back with a little smile. That same fucking smile that makes sal go crazy. That same smile he loves to feel when he locks lips with you. That same smile that got him to fall in love with you.

-Sal started to stare, and once he noticed, he quickly turned red. Tension hit the room as soon as he looked away. Accidentally touching hands and locking your eyes together. You did it once more before sal finally couldn’t take it.-Sal quickly looked hack at you and turned your head towards him, pulling your faces closer together. And once you nodded, sal immediately pulled you into a kiss. Not even 1 minute in and you guys were already making out. Keep in mind, you guys don’t check the time frequently, and it was about 9:10 since you guys started making out. The kiss went on and on for a while, pulling away only to breathe.

-Sal got on top of you and kissed even more passionately. It was starting to get sloppy. Tongue slipping out and falling back u to yours.

-Once he got on too of you, you could feel his growing boner. And it was getting harder by the second😭-

His hands found their way to your hips, bringing you even closer to him than you already were, if that was even possible. His fingers went up and down your thighs and found their way to the waistband of your pajama pants. -As soon as he got your permission to dispose of your pants, Larry and Ash burst in,higher than the roof. -

“Fuuuuuuck..” larry slurs. “Woah woah woooah, were you two about to fuck right now??” Ash giggles as she sees sal on top of you. “Sal quickly grabs his mask and straps it onto his face and gets off of you. You sotuate yourself and sit up along with sal. “N-no, we weren’t..” sal responded. “You fuckin liars, we toootaly saw you on top of them.! You cant hide it from uuus” Larry says, falling onto Ash slightly. “What the fuck are you guys on?” You say, half embarrassed, half genuinely confused. “Heh, a lil weed, mayyyybe crack” ash says dizzily. “You guys need sleep” sal responds. “Yea yea, sleep schmeep whatever.” Larry says and he collapses on the ground, taking ash with him. And just like that, boom. They’re asleep.-

You sigh and fall back onto the wall, looking at sal, visibly red. You smile and give him a kiss on his prosthetic and fall back onto his bed. “I love you, Sally face.” You say sleepily. “I love you to, baby” sal responds, falling back onto his bed with you, taking off his prosthetic and wrapping his arms around you.

#sally face #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face game #larry johnson #ash campbell #ashley campbell #sally face comfort #sally face fluff

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#369

“Hey boy.  Come here.  I know I told you to stop following me around.  I didn’t mean it.  Shh shh.  No, stay here.  Nobody is nearby, so we can talk… for now.  Sorry I got nervous back there.  I usually don’t mess around when my wife was twenty or thirty feet away.  But damn, you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cock while I was pissing at the urinal.  It’s been a long time, and I couldn’t resist getting a fag on my dick.  And damn you did a good job.  You know, I’m just going to say this.  I want more….

“You live around here?...  That close?  So, you probably walked here?  Can’t say I blame ya with this parking nightmare.  You live alone?... Good.

“Hold on.  I need to text my wife…

“OK.  Look.  It’s been years since I used a fag.  And a decade or two since I really used a fag and used them hard core.  Lubbock doesn’t have much of a gay scene.  Finding a fag wanting to throat me, that just doesn’t happen anymore ever since I stopped going to Mackenzie Park a few years ago.  I went for a blowjob, and walked in on a cop arresting a fag for cruising.  Haven’t gone back since. 

“Wait a minute, didn’t you used to go to the park?...  You were one of my favorites….  Oh you remember?  Wait a minute… Wait a minute… Is that why you were following me around the flea market?...  Oh that’s too much.  I remember I used to skull fuck you, and you begged for more….  I forgot just how wild you queers can be. 

“Back when I was in the Corps—oh man—whenever I had leave, I would drive up from San Diego to Los Angeles.  I would go to this sex club in my service uniform.  The fags there would see me and throw themselves at my feet.  I learned early on that you fags are into some twisted shit.  I really got into just how depraved how fags would get just to serve a Marine in uniform.

“How about you?  You into twisted shit?...  I know you like to get skull fucked, but I’m talking about sweat and piss and spit.  Discipline and worship.  Shit like that. 

“Good.  Good.  When you were on your knees in the toilet begging to drink ‘Daddy’s load,’ I could tell it was natural role for you, just as it was easy for me to slip into that alpha supremacy role. 

“…Good news.  My wife text me back.  She’s going to be shopping for a few more hours.  I told her that I’ll be back to pick her up when she’s done.  So let’s go back to your place.  Get in. 

“You will direct me where to go….  What’s your name, son?...  Lachlan.  Nice name.  I like ‘Faggot.’  That sounds better.  I’m ‘Sir’ to you.  No, keep calling me ‘Daddy.’  I like that….  Which way?

“Slide over here next to me.  Snuggle up next to your dad.  Oh man.  You naturally fit there, son.  Go ahead, let your hand run where it wants to.  You’ll see what grade-A 100% Texas masculine beef feels like.

“Son, which house is yours?...  Uh, I kinda like ‘Son’ over ‘Faggot’ for your name. 

“Ok.  When we go in, you are to strip naked for me.  You understand that son?  Do you have any whisky?  Good.  Pour me a double over ice.  Lead the way.

“…Nice place.  Good thing you live alone?...  You should be stripping….  And my whisky?...  I’ll be here getting my Corona Gorda cigar going….

“…Mmmm.  Fuck.  Set the glass down there….  Before you get down on your hands and knees, let me see your naked body.  Turn around.  Mmmmm, nice ass.  I’m looking forward to cunting it in a bit.  Since I shot a load in your belly already at the Flea Market, my second load will take some time.  I can go for hours.

“But first, this bull daddy is going to enjoy a cigar and whisky.  And you can begin your worship of me.  Lick them boots.

“Fuck yeah.  Let me tell you how to lick a man’s boot.  Your tongue needs to travel over every square inch.  At no time should your tongue detach from my boot for more than a second.  I should also feel tongue pressure pretty much all the time.  When you lick the sole, look up at me.  Nothing gets me boned up like seeing a faggot connect with this superior while doing something so submissive.

“Fuck, I miss this.  Before moving back to Texas, I used to own this faggot from Irvine that I met at that sex club.  He was on the way home from work.  I would walk through his front door.  He would have a cigar and ice-cold Scotch waiting for me.  He would be on all fours waiting.  I would kick back and kick him and fuck him and use him.  When I moved back to Lubbock, I tried to get him to move out here to be my fag on the side.

“Move to the other boot.

“You interested in that?  You want to be my fag?  You know what?  You are a faggot through and through.  Let me say that again.  You want to be my son, Son?

“Good.  I may be 55, but I have the sex drive of a 15-year-old.  Expect to be used two or three times a week.  Who am I kidding, at least for the near future, I will be over here every day to drain my balls. 

“You do realize that you are submitting to my control and ownership.  No more other men for you, at least not unless I order you to.  Now, I’m not going to give up other fags for you, not that I have many faggots to pick from. 

“You also need to understand, I ain’t leaving my wife.  Not now.  Not ever.  It would be very wise for you to never to mention her.

“Do you have sex furniture of any type?  Sling, fuck bench, rimseat?  No.  What about restraints, dildoes, and so on?  No.  What kind of faggot are you?

“Ha!  Just teasing you there.  Next week I need to go to Dallas for an overnight.  You will come with me and be my bitch for the trip.  We need to buy some toys.  A fuck bench, a rimseat—you do eat ass right?

“You better.  Your tongue is going to be very intimate with my shithole.  That is the only thing that goes into my hole.  Don’t you ever try anything else.

“We’ll also get some restraints, gags, and so on.  Whips and…  You ever been beaten?  No?  Well good.  I finally get something to break you in.  You’ll be living under Daddy’s belt and whip.  I broke in the fag back in Irvine.  He loved it. 

“I need to get my whips out of storage, if I still even have it.  I’m going to do one hell of a number to your ass.

“…Did you just say ‘Thank you Sir’?

“Help me take these boots off….  Pants too….  I want a relaxing blowjob.

“…Ahhh that’s better.  Get up here, son, and give your daddy a kiss….  Not a peck like that.  Here…  That’s how you kiss, with lots of tongue.  Taste the cigar?  That’s how a real man from Texas tastes.

“Give me some head.  I was going to belt and fuck your ass, but I think I’m going to just chill here….  Your mouth feels real good.  Keep sucking until I tell you to stop.  If I should fall asleep, keep sucking.  If I have to piss, I won’t warn you, just drink it.

“Son, I’m glad you stalked me earlier.  This is going to be good.  I know it is.”

[nicohischierz]

icy roads: mark estapa

warnings: car crash, hospitals and flatlining

tagging: @ivy-34, @hzstry8, @francesfarhadi, @cixrosie, @heartz4hisch, @trevs-swiftie, text me or fill the form if you want to join the taglist!!

you were making your way up to michigan to see your brothers tyler and dylan.

it became custom when you and dylan joined university that you'd visit each other whenever possible. you were the one who did most of the driving considering his hectic game schedule.

so this weekend was no different.

you finished classes early and it was just in time for a long weekend. so you packed all your things in your car for the three hour drive ahead of you.

"hey dyl, i'm just getting started on the journey. i should get to aa around like the afternoon," you left your brother a message.

you then facetimed your boyfriend. the michigan native answered his phone immediately.

"hi gorgeous," he answered, moving into his room and locking the door.

"hi marky, i was trying to get through to dyl but he’s not answering,” you explained.

“yeah, we were playing a game of monopoly and your brothers got into a fight about rent or something,” mark drawled on.

you rolled your eyes at your brothers childish antiques. mark chuckled at your expression before he fell on his bed.

“you’re staying with duker right?” he asked.

you shrugged “i hope so, i don’t feel like sleeping in a dorm again,”

your conversation was cut short when someone entered marks room. “yo stop sign, we’re gonna grab something to eat before y/n gets here,” ethan called out.

“oh hey y/n, how’s the drive?” he asked once he spotted you in the phone.

“it’s going great eddy. except for the fact that i am almost out of gas now and i need food,” you complained.

you had spoken to mark for over an hour of your journey. how he managed to stay away from the boys that long was beyond you but it helped with the boring journey.

“you fill your tank and i’ll see you when you get here,” mark wished you goodbye and sent you a kiss before ending the call.

as you headed into the station and grabbed some snacks, you texted your brothers your eta and thanked the cashier before walking out, sour patch kids in hand.

the roads were getting more slippery as you approached ann arbor causing you to slow down just a little.

it all happened so fast.

you were taking a bend when your car slide off the road, driving off road into a tree.

the impact of the car caused you to hit your head on the dashboard. you were knocked out immediately not hearing the shouts asking if you were alright.

meanwhile, back in michigan your brothers were wondering where you were. “wait when you checked her location last where was she?” dylan asked.

tyler pulled his phone out and check find my iphone “she was at this exact spot dude, i swear to you,” he explained.

now that got all the boys worried.

so ethan, mark, tyler and dylan all piled into a car and drove to your location.

“dude, why are there so many police cars?” ethan asked.

his question was answered when the boys pulled up to the side, tyler noticed his sisters license plate and her sticker saying ‘osu mum’.

the younger duke brother made a dash towards his sisters car. dylan followed after with mark.

“woah. woah, you guys can’t be here,” a cop told the three boys.

“no, sir that’s my sister,” dylan explained. tyler had tears coming out of his eyes as he watched his sister be pulled out of on a stretcher.

the cops face softened as he ushered the two brothers to follow him. “you guys get in the ambulance, your friends can follow and i’ll be there soon okay,” he explained.

tyler and dylan wasted no time climbing into the back of the ambulance. mark headed back to the car, his hands shaking.

ethan was quick to notice and strapped him into the passenger seat. “mark, she’s going to be okay. it’s y/n she’s going to pull through,” he reassured his friend.

ethan and mark called the rest of the group telling them what happened and they didn’t even stop for a second before they headed towards the hospital.

ethan and mark met tyler and dylan in the waiting room.

"they took her to do some scans. they say say it's not anything major but umm, they want to make sure there isn't any like internal bleeding or anything," tyler mumbled.

mark wrapped the younger duke brother in a hug. he knew how close you and tyler were so he took it upon himself to look after the boy.

it was pretty soon after that the rest of the michigan boys showed up. tyler had texted some of your friends from osu telling them what happened as they blew up your phone.

the cop who brought the boys to the hospital handed dylan and tyler your suitcase and waited with the brothers and their friends.

it was quiet in the hospital as the doctors finished doing some checks on you before letting dylan and tyler in. your parents were trying to find the fastest way to see you guys but till they came it was your brothers that took care of everything.

but by some unfortunate luck, when dylan and tyler had finally been allowed to see you, your ecg started beeping like crazy. the two brothers watched as nurses and doctors flocked into your room pushing the two out.

mark rushed over to your room to see what was happening and watched as your once steady heartbeat went flat. tyler was crying hysterically as rutger and frank tried comforting their friend.

ethan held onto dylan, the older boy trying to maintain a strong face for his younger brother.

but mark couldn't handle it. his chest felt tight and he felt like he couldn't breathe. his ears were ringing and the only thing he wanted was to be in your arms.

"kiddo are you okay?" the cop asked.

the question brought everyone's attention towards mark. the michigan native clutched onto his chest as he looked dylan in the eyes.

the look was all dylan needed to know.

dylan wanted to scream at his teammate. how could mark go against the one unspoken law they had all agreed on. don't date your friends sister.

tyler hadn't caught on yet. but as he was about to ask his brother what was wrong a nurse came out of your room.

"are you guys y/n dukes family?" she asked.

the boys all nodded, forgetting the moment of tension.

"she's going to be alright. it seems that she was waking up and her tracker slipped," she explained.

tyler wanted to go in and see his sister but the nurse added "is there a boy named mark here. she was asking for him earlier,"

mark stepped forward and followed after the nurse. but before he went in, he grabbed onto tyler’s arm and pulled him along.

“i know she’d want to see you too,” he whispered

#mark estapa imagine #umich imagines #nicohischierz writes #tw: car crash #tw: hospital

[wandasfifthwife]

Rainbow Dash | first kiss

paring: (equestria girls) rainbow dash x reader

a/n: set during senior year, characters are 17/18. title suggests content of fic. Enjoy! (NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll come back and edit later lmao, sorry if it’s literal crap). DONT COPY MY WORK.

It was after her soccer game, the one that would get her a place on the college team. You were worried for her, knowing she’s been stressing over this ever since the information got around.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Equestria High’s team won. Rainbows was an exceptional player, carrying the team most days whenever they played due to her dedication to the sport.

It was a moment of excitement. Her hair and jersey dripping from exerting all her energy the past two hours. She had her bag lazily slung over her shoulder, soccer ball in her hand when you all came down the bleachers to greet her. She accepted your hug and the many others who came behind you, celebrating with her.

“It’s too hot,” she says, her voice hoarse from yelling, “let go of me.”

It was night of celebration, watching the sun set from inside the town’s local ice cream store. There was a moment of bittersweet joy. From here on, nothing will the be the same. Twilight will be taking the internship with the astrology research company, Applejack taking over her family’s farm, you applying for the college in Canterlot.

The moment flew by, and everyone was saying goodnight, exchanging hugs with one another. You look to Rainbow, and she was already looking at you.

“Gotta walk you back, let’s go.”

The walk was spent looking back on your senior year, crazy how you only had two weeks left. You kept your gaze on the sidewalk a majority of the time. It felt weird thinking the next stage of life was just around the corner.

“You want to study at Canerlot College, right?”

You hum, kicking a rock ahead of you two, “they’re the only one that has the program I’m interested in.”

“That’s cool. Really cool.”

It was awkward. You hated it.

Your house appeared just a bit too soon. You looked at her, gesturing to your porch. She shrugs, and you two sit on the patio swing. Your hand gripped the chain, head resting against it. Rainbow sighed, squirming beside you, hands in her jacket.

“I’m,” she breathes, “I’m sorry. I avoided you because I was nervous.”

You feel a breeze, the cold making you shiver. You curl in on yourself, leaning back but still seating yourself at a decent distance from her.

“I thought I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t.”

“Rainbow, you walked by me in the halls, you avoided my texts—“ you stop, reeling yourself back.

She winces, “I know.”

Adjusting your body to face her, you stare into her eyes.

“So what’s your answer, Rainbow.”

She stutters, her attention anywhere but you. You shake your head, getting up and heading inside. Your vision grew a bit blurry, your hands shaking as you tried to open your front door.

You hear the chains rattle from the force of her getting up. She freaks, trying to gently draw your hands away from the door. She doesn’t know what to do, her heart racing as she sees the tears build in your eyes.

“Rainbow, I—“

She rushes forward, pressing her lips to yours for a quick second. You freeze, looking to her. It’s quiet, the world around you fading away as she moves in again.

You kiss back this time. She moves your hands to rest on her shoulders and you pull her closer, a hand clutching at her back. Her hands rest at your waist, pressing you closer if possible.

She breaks, her deep breaths hitting your face. You smile, and she returns it shyly. Your thumb rubs small circles on her cheek.

“Date tomorrow?”

She laughs, the sound making you laugh as well. You play with her hair as she begins to grow red. She squeezes your waist, stepping back.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow. 5PM.”

#rainbow x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader #rainbow dash x reader #rainbow dash #mlp x reader #mlp

[pricesbeltbuckle]

omg i cant get the thought of price having a teenager niece that lives with him when hes home.

like the kid lives with her grandparents most of the time because of prices deployments. maybe she has messed with wrong coping mechanisms like weed and alcohol. but when john noticed he helped her get back on track and compleat school well and lessen the common dumb shit she dose.

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN KIDS!!!!!

Kids - John Price

Warnings: None, fluff, Drugs/Alcohol, Abusive household mentions?

So anon you're so right. JOHN PRICE IS A GOOD FATHER!!!

Price had gotten home from a deployment and wanted to unwind and relax but when he walked in and saw his niece and mother sitting on the couch, he audibly sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Can’t you just look after her for a month or two? You know how your sister struggles with drugs..” He sighed and looked at her and frowned. “Alright, fine. Tell Savanah I’m never doing this again though, whenever rehab lets her call.” His mother gave him a hug and nodded as she said goodbye to her granddaughter. Price put down his bag in the hallway and then gave his niece a tour.

“Alright so this will be your room, bland I know but I’m thinkin an Ikea trip and a couple of other stores?” “YES! You’re the best Uncle John.” She smiled as she placed her bag down and jumped onto the bed relaxing and pulling her phone out to call her friends. Price smiled only a little as he shut the door on his way out. 

Now it had been months since he got home so he definitely had some food shopping to do, and he realized he had no idea about what his own niece likes. He walked up the stairs to her room and knocked on the door.

“COME IN!” He walked in and saw her on her phone still, but this time on the phone with a couple of her friends. “Hey kid, I’m going to the foodstore. Here's my number to text me what snacks, lunch, breakfast, dinner I need to stock up.” “Okay!” He nodded and walked out and got his shoes and keys. 

He ended up coming back home with bags on bags of food, he sighed when he saw the long ass list he had to buy for her, but he had no problem as long as she was happy. He then placed bags down on the counter and started to unpack everything.

His niece came downstairs and sat at the kitchen island and watched him unpack things while scrolling on her phone, he broke the silence. “So, what grade are you in now?” “9th I just turned 15.” “Jesus, you are getting old. The last time I saw you, you were like 4.” “It’s been that long?” “Yeah kiddo time goes fast doesn’t it?” He spoke softly as he started packing things into the pantry and fridge.

“Uncle John you know you’re gonna have me longer than 2 months right..” John rolled his eyes and chuckled, “I assumed I was, you got school still or summer break?” “Break is just ending so I go back on Monday.” He nodded, and he asked for the address so he could see how far of a walk it was or if he needed to drive her. He ended up letting her decide to walk there when it was warm or hot out and if it was cold he’d drive her.

Now it has been a couple of months since she’s moved in, around 5. She decorated her room and Price got her a new phone and TV just because it made her happy. At this point he considered that kid his own. So when she came home drunk, he wasn’t too shocked, just a little worried.

“I’m gonna throw up-” “You’re over the toilet seat so go ahead I’ll hold your hair, I’m right here.” She then proceeded to throw up her guts into that toilet. And when she was done he carried her to bed and tucked her in, laying a towel on the floor and a bowl next to her just in case.

“You’re not mad right?” “No, we've all been teenagers once. But we are talking when you sober up.” She nodded and dozed off to sleep as Price got a phone call, it was her mother and he answered. “Oh hey John…” “Hello to you too. I’ve got your kid in case you care.” He scoffed at his phone and went out back to smoke while on the phone as his niece rested. “Well that’s actually what I’m calling about, you see…I’m as you can tell an extremely unfit mother. And uhm, you seem like a fit parent, so I’m taking it to court, I’m giving up my custody rights to you.” John nearly died, he wasn’t ready for this responsibility he’d have to quit his job unless someone watched her-. “What? Savannah you can’t just do that she’s your child plus I have a JOB. Who the hell would watch her?” “Our mother and father offered. Plus we have another sister who said she’s willing to.” 

John shook his head and sighed. “You’re awful Savannah, I would’ve fought you in court anyways this whole situation is fucked she’s 15. Do you even know anything about her life besides her name?” “I’ll miss my Autumn forever.” “You’re not even her mother to her, let me know the court dates I’ll be there. Bye.” John then hung up the phone and put out his cigarette and then he saw Autumn sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“How long have you been sitting there?” “Long enough to know you’re going to court, what’d you do?” John sighed and checked to see if she was a little more sober now and it seemed like she was so he dumped it all on her as best as he could. She did cry but she was so grateful that John would be her legal guardian, he’s been more of a parent then her actual parents.

Now it’s been around 8 months, John got custody and her mother was back in rehab. John was being deployed in a month so he was preparing the house for his mother to come stay at. “Do you haveee to go?” “Depends, you want a PS5 right?” “Yes..” “Then I’ll be back in 3 months.” She giggled at his joke and she went to go grab a snack, as she heard a knock on the door and opened it she noticed 3 very tall men.

“Hey uhm-I don’t think-UNCLE JOHN!!” All the three men looked at her confusion as John ran to the door to greet them. “Ah sorry, this is my niece Autumn, but I’d call her my daughter.” Autumn held out her hand shyly as she looked at all three of them as they all walked in and sat on the couch, she sat at the kitchen Island as John kept cleaning she got to know them.

“So you’re all in the military? But only Simon covers his face?” Simon smiled and responded “Right.” “So you’re an oddball?” “BE NICE.” She heard John yell. “I AM DAD-” John smiled to himself and noticed how she called him dad, he’s never felt so proud of himself before.

#call of duty #cod #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #captain price #john price cod #john price #captain john price #the captain #soap cod #ghost cod #tw abuse #child abuse #emotional abuse #narcissistic abuse #alcohol #military #tw drugs #addiction #smoking #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #dad jokes #father #parent #family #mother

[daffodil-mania]

The Itch, pt. 2

Stanford era!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader. Swearing, sexually suggestive/explicit language, brief mention of serial murder and Ted Bundy. Still no smut but we’re getting closer (mwheheh >:3). Takes place around 2002-ish

Author’s notes: Hey y’all!! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to post this. I could give you a whole spiel about why it took so long, but all I’m gonna say is bitches be crazy and life be crazier. Enjoy part two of The Itch!!

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Sam’s looking at you, bangs falling in his eyes, pink lips slightly parted. His cheeks are flushed, and you spot a cute little mole on the side of his nose that you hadn’t noticed in the dim lighting of the house. Meanwhile, the itch is back in full force, and it refuses to be silenced. Your mind presents you with images of that mole peeking up at you from between your thighs, and you feel like you’re gonna explode, so you cast your eyes downward. Your eyes land on where both of your hands rest your dropped, soiled shirts, your fingertips barely touching. You slowly look back up at Sam through your lashes, and notice that his expression looks… hungry. His eyes are dark and unreadable, and you’re busy trying to work out if he feels what you do when he clears his throat and hurriedly picks up the shirts and shoves them at you before scrambling to his feet.

You rise as well, holding your shirts to your chest, feeling more than a little disappointed and very, very awkward. You’re unsure of what to say or do to break the tension when Sam speaks. “Um, if you want I can take you to my place and wash those for you. It’s not far; just five minutes.” He’s looking down at his feet, but the sliver of his face that you can see through his bangs is beet red. Your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage, and your eyes are glued to his frame. Your mind is spinning out of control and your thoughts keep flip-flopping from holy shit maybe he does like me to stop projecting your horniness onto this poor stranger, you psycho. You realize Sam is looking at you now, his face expectant, and everything inside you seems to freeze. Your heart stops beating and your breath hitches. He cocks his head to the side and you finally exhale with a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be really nice, thank you.”

Sam nods gently, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Of course. We can leave whenever you want; parties aren’t really my thing, so I’m ready to go whenever.” You look back at the house. “Honestly, I’m good to go now. I just need to get my jacket from the hall closet before we leave,” you say, looking back at him. He’s nodding slowly, his eyes unfocused but trained in the direction of the house. “It’ll only take a minute, so you can wait out here if you want,” you continue. Sam looks at you and nods. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll go ahead and get the car started.” You smile at him, and you can’t be sure, but it looks like he gulps. “Alright then. Go team,” you quip, pointing two finger guns at Sam. Chuckling, he points his own finger guns back at you, and before you start to walk back he takes the shirts from you and says something about holding them so you don’t have to carry them the whole time. Walking back to the house, you can feel the itch like a burning in your chest, a swirling mix of excitement and tense energy. Just be cool, you think to yourself. He’s just a guy. A really hot, really tall, really sweet guy, but a guy nonetheless. Just be cool and everything will be fine.

With a deep breath, you plunge back into the house and muscle your way through the crowd to the hall closet under the staircase in the living room. Thankfully, there’s no one in front of the door, so you manage to squeeze inside and retrieve your jacket. You pull your phone out of one of the pockets and flip it open. You hastily text your friends that you’re leaving as well as a brief description of Sam — just in case. You don’t really see him as the serial murdering type, but you know damn well that you can never be too careful. No one thought Bundy was a killer either, after all.

You wait a couple of minutes for a response from one of your friends, but it never comes. You roll your eyes. Oh well. If you do get murdered, at least the cops have a place to start. You close your phone and shove it in the pocket of your jacket after you pull it on. You’re starting to feel quite cozy in all of your layers, so you push out of the closet and back into the living room. Before you know it, you’re crossing the lawn to Sam’s car. He’s already sitting in the driver’s seat but he steps out when he sees you coming. He opens the passenger door for you like a gentleman and a new generation of butterflies take flight in your stomach, fluttering in rosy bliss. The smile you bestow upon him as thanks is just the right mix of genuine appreciation and alluring shyness. “Thank you,” you purr, your voice laced with a level of confidence you didn’t think you possessed. Sam’s face flushes with color, and if you weren’t sure before, you are now; Sam’s into you. On some level, Sam Winchester is into you. Holy shit.

You’re about to say fuck it and plant a kiss right on his mouth when Sam does something you’re not expecting. He moves in a little bit closer to you, crowding you just enough, and ducks his head down a bit. Your heart is beating in your throat and your brain is short-circuiting when he breathes a hushed “you’re welcome” into your ear.

Holy. Shit.

And then he pulls away, a smirk plastered proudly on his face. His eyes twinkle as he leaves you gaping on your side of the car. He slides into the driver’s seat and you shakily climb into the car, trying desperately to regain your composure. He notches the car into “drive” while you buckle your seatbelt, and you can see his pleased expression in your peripheral vision.

You don’t think you’ve ever been more wet in your entire life.

Silence has just settled over the car when Sam turns his head slightly towards you, keeping his eyes on the road as he pulls away from the curb. “Wanna hear some music? There are some CDs in the glove compartment.” You hum your assent, grateful for something to break the silence, and for something to focus on besides the dampness in your panties. You open the glove compartment and find that there’s a small metallic blue CD binder in the otherwise empty compartment. You reach in and pull it out, setting it on your lap before you unzip it. You see that Sam has quite the motley collection; Red Hot Chili Peppers, Elvis, Deftones, and Celine Dion, to name a few. You take out Californication, the most recent Chili Peppers album, and pop it into the CD player. As the first song on the track list starts to play, you twist in your seat to face Sam.

“You’re not a serial killer, are you? Because it would be kind of a downer if this was just some elaborate ruse to murder me in your basement or something.” Sam snorts at that. “No, I’m not a serial killer. But even if I was, do you think I would freely admit to it?” You shrug. “Maybe. You could be trying to lull me into a false sense of security.” Sam’s bobbing his head thoughtfully, and you continue. “Or you could just be a very honest serial killer.” Sam makes a small humming noise, and the car goes silent for a while, which leaves you cringing at your stunted attempt at a conversation. Sam takes a deep breath, and in a rush he says, “But even if I were a serial killer, I could never kill anyone as pretty as you.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire, and you’re blushing so hard you feel like Pepé Le Pew. You search the recesses of your mind desperately for some sort of witty and equally flirtatious comeback, but the only thing you can come up with is, “Well. Guess I’m safe then.”

You mentally beat the shit out of yourself.

It’s not long after that exchange when Sam pulls up in front of an apartment building. He pulls into an empty space in the crowded lot that sprawls out in front of the building, and gently eases the car into “park”. The two of you unbuckle, but before you can exit the car Sam reaches behind his seat and grapples around for something. You can see a sliver of his stomach from this angle; toned and tanned, with a nice happy trail that leads into the jeans that are slung tantalizingly low on his hips. His boxers peek teasingly over the waistband of his jeans, and your mouth suddenly feels very empty.

You snap your eyes to the front windshield as Sam twists back around, your cheeks burning. He holds a plastic bag out to you, the kind that you’d get at a dollar store, and you can see that he’s used it to store your shirts in it. You take it, and when you meet his gaze you can see that he’s barely concealing a smirk. Your stomach drops and you realize that he knows you were ogling him, so you stutter out your thanks as fast as you can while you frantically exit the vehicle. Sam smoothly follows you, closing his door and locking the car with the fob. You stand awkwardly in the shadows, clutching your little bundle. Sam lopes over to you, taking his sweet time, and you get the sense that he’s fucking with you on purpose. Your itch is back, and it seems that the game is very much on.

You follow Sam to the complex, and he stops outside the main entrance to pull his keys out of his pocket. He opens the glass door and holds it, allowing you to go in first. “Thank you, sir,” you curtsy before walking in, grinning. Sam grins as well, and gives you a little bow. “M’lady.” The grin on your face widens, and you let out a giggle. You’re in a small entryway, and you’re currently facing the glass door that lets you into the lobby. There are two long and narrow glass panes on either side of the door, and through them you can see the interior of the lobby. It’s completely deserted; even the front desk has been abandoned. You see a few love seats facing the elevators, and then a small “exit” sign on a far wall above a door. Next to the exit door is another door that reads “stairs”.

Sam opens the door to the lobby, but this time he goes in first, which you don’t mind. You’re just happy to be here. You still can’t quite wrap your mind around the fact that you’re here, with your coffee shop Adonis, on the way to his apartment. Jesus Roosevelt Christ, you think you could squeal. Even if nothing happens, even if all you get out of this impromptu trip is freshly laundered clothes, you’ll be satisfied.

Well. Your itch won’t, but that’s a problem for your right hand to solve.

You follow Sam through the lobby, taking in the rest of your surroundings. Some wilting plants in big ceramic pots have been pushed into the corners of the lobby, and a few muted watercolors have been hung from the walls in an attempt to add more color to the otherwise drab space. You’re snapped out of your trance-like state of observation by the sound of the elevator button being pressed. Sam moves away from the button, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and you get the impression that he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. Maybe it’s nerves; you aren’t sure. You decide to break the silence.

“D’you go to any of the universities in the area?” You inquire, clearing your throat, even though you’re fairly certain you already know the answer. Sam nods. “Yeah, I’m a first-year undergrad at Stanford. You?” You nod, folding your arms over your chest. “It’s my first year at Stanford, too. But I think I might transfer to Palo Alto next semester.” Sam cocks a brow and smiles lopsidedly. “So you’re studying psychology, then,” he says, and you smile, too, and throw your hands up in mock surrender. “You caught me,” you chuckle. “What about you? What are you studying?”

“I’m pre-law,” he says, and he appears almost shy when he says it. He drags a hand through his hair, mussing it a bit, and it falls back in a way that looks effortlessly perfect. Damn him.

“Pre-law; that’s cool. What kind of law are you interested in practicing?”

“Well, the goal is to become a defense attorney. But I’m also really interested in environmental law,” He adds, his passion for his studies evident in his eyes, sparkling hazel star shows that you get the privilege of experiencing firsthand. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. He clearly wants to divulge more about his degree, but he restrains himself. As you step in the elevator, you ask, “Can you tell me more?”

Sam’s sheepish smile turns into a full-scale grin, and he wastes no time on diving in. He tells you about why he chose pre-law, details his coursework, shares some funny stories from classes, and the two of you get so engrossed in your conversation that you actually miss your stop on his floor. It’s only when the elevator is called back down to the lobby and a new person steps in that you realize. Sam turns scarlet and apologizes profusely. You tell him that it’s alright, and you give his forearm a reassuring squeeze that seems to abate some of his nervousness, but not the tent that you pretend not to notice forming in his pants.

After an awkwardly silent elevator ride, the other passenger exits onto the seventh floor, and you continue your ascent. The elevator dings again on the twelfth floor, and Sam steps out first. “It’s the second door on the left; room 1203.” He explains in a murmur. There is an unbroken quietness on the twelfth floor, probably due to the late hour. You check the time on your phone; it’s nearly one in the morning. You stifle a yawn, suddenly very sleepy despite the throbbing you still feel in your core. You blink to try and combat how heavy your eyes suddenly feel, but the rhythmic sounds of your footsteps in the carpeted hallway makes it even harder to concentrate.

Sam slots his key into the lock and opens the door with ease. He holds it open for you, the chivalry routine but not unwelcome at this point. You trudge into his apartment and he flips the switch on, basking everything in a soft yellow light.

Sam’s apartment is a studio. To your right, there’s a small kitchenette and dining table complete with two chairs. Directly in front of you, a bed has been pushed against the far left wall, and it’s been neatly and almost militarily made, with a few blankets and fluffy pillows resting on top of the gray comforter. Across from the bed there’s an extremely comfortable-looking and well-loved sofa that faces a wall-mounted TV and a slightly scuffed-up coffee table. You notice that the walls are devoid of any type of art or posters, unlike the lobby. There are also no plants or rugs to be seen. The decorations and attempts at making the space feel more homey are kept to a minimum, which confirms your earlier suspicions about Sam’s anti-consumerist tendencies.

You hear Sam closing and locking the door behind you, so you move deeper into the apartment to make space for him. Your heart begins to thump. You turn to watch him lock the door, and you notice that he has some kind of decorative macrame hanging from his ceiling eight beside his front door. It’s made of some kind of woven rope-like material, and in the middle of it you recognize a pattern that you’re faintly aware protects against the evil eye. This highly decorative and spiritual display doesn’t seem to match the rest of the decor in Sam's apartment, nor does it seem to match Sam as a person. But, again, you just met the guy, and far be it for you to judge anyone’s practices or beliefs.

Sam turns and notices you looking at his display, and he flushes. You’re starting to notice that whenever you discover something personal about or of personal value to him, Sam becomes embarrassed and almost defensive. You wonder what kind of life he must have had that has made him so secretive and protective.

You gesture vaguely to the macrame. “I really like your display. That’s a protective symbol against the evil eye, right?” Sam nods, glancing at it, his head ducked. “Uh, yeah. It’s found in a lot of Mediterranean and some Central and Western Asian cultures. Actually, there are even mentions of similar symbols or wardings used in Abrahamic religions.” He explains, his words coming out slowly and carefully. He worries a hand over the nape of his neck and jawline, and you nod, processing the information. His eyes snap up to look at you, and he looks not unlike a deer in headlights. You gesture to the macrame again. “If you don’t mind my asking, how do you know all of that stuff? It’s really impressive.”

Sam swallows thickly. He looks like he’s about to vomit and you’re about to apologize for being such a massive bonehead when he exhales, seemingly pulling himself together for a response. “I was really into folklore and mythology growing up, and I’ve taken a few classes on it here. A-at Stanford, I mean.” He braces himself as if you won’t believe him, but you just nod in a way that you hope seems nonchalant and accepting. Your itch has slowly started making its presence known once more, whining at you, begging for satisfaction. You decide to let your itch win this round. “Smart and cute. Nice.” You blink at him, slowly, allowing a gentle smile to sweetly spread across your face. You hold your breath, hoping that he doesn’t respond adversely to your flirtation. Sam flushes pink again, and his eyes take on that hungry look again.

Time seems to slow to a crawl, and the air is so electric that it makes your hairs stand on end. You can feel your heartbeat in your core and your body seems to be radiating some sort of electromagnetic current that’s pulling Sam towards you. Your heartbeat grows louder and louder with every step he takes until eventually it’s all that you can hear. Sam’s towering over you now, and you swear your heart is beating out of your chest like you’re a goddamn Looney Tunes character. He bends down slowly, and…

… And he takes the plastic bag of shirts from you. He straightens up, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, his hazel eyes twinkling. “I’m gonna run these down to the laundry room. Make yourself at home.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

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Author’s notes: That’s it for part two!! I really wanted to make this part longer, bUT I also really wanted to post something because I know it’s taken me a dick year to get this out. I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want to read more of this fic!

Tag list: @startterfly

#sam winchester x reader #slow burn #sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x female reader #spn #the itch #daffodil-mania

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Chapter 11:

‘Cause it’s all over, it’s not meant to be…

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"I’ll be back at the end of January, you’ll have almost 6 weeks! And I want you to keep everything in mind. Do your exercises, mediation, eat the right stuff. And really eat it, I want that blood test regularly. But above all, speak to your family, to Charles. Tell them the truth, Liz. Maybe not everything. But at least some parts. Okay?" JK said and I nodded.

"I will, I promise! And thank you, really JK! Without you I never would’ve made it this far!" I said and hugged him "Enjoy your time at home! Have a safe trip! And send some pictures!"

"I will Liz! Go now, I don’t want you to catch a cold! Oh and don’t forget to schedule your appointments with Christian!" he ushered me inside and with one last smile I walked through the door and quietly closed it behind me. It was quiet in the house. Given the early time, no wonder. I took my shoes off and rolled my suitcase to the side. I inhaled deeply, it smelled like pine wood, cinnamon, orange and ginger bread. The typical smell of Christmas at home. The house was beautifully decorated, Mum went all out, probably because the Leclercs were coming as well. I walked upstairs into my room. I missed it. They kept everything the way it was when I was leaving. Just that Mum changed the bedding. I opened my closet, grabbed one of Charles' oversized hoodies and a pair of leggins and made my way into the bathroom, trying to make as little sound as possible. I quickly washed myself a little and changed into my fresh clothes. Back in my room I decided to lay down for a bit, it was only 5:30 in the morning, until everyone was awake it would take a while. Just as I snuggled into the bed, I heard a car outside, it sounded like whoever it was, was driving really slow down the street, as to not wake anyone up, but I knew the sound of that engine all to well and as the car stopped seemingly in front of our house, I was sure. Charles.

I sat up and looked out of my window and there he was, parking in our driveway, engine off, lights out and head leaned back into the headrest. But it didn’t look like he would get out. I waited for another 5 minutes but Charles didn’t move. Was he going to sleep in the car? I quietly walked down the stairs, put on some boots, unlocked the front door and walked out into the cold. Straight to Charles' car, he didn’t see me coming, eyes closed, so I gently knocked on his window and he jumped up. I smirked at him and he unlocked the car, but before he could get out, I walked around the car and got into the passenger seat. Silence. Charles looked at me. I looked ahead.

"Ma belle, I am so sorry! Please, believe me when I say that it wasn’t easy at all, reading your messages and not answering them immediately! Please, please, please believe me! My heart almost broke every time I received a new text! JK said it’s the best for you and I would’ve done everything to help you! Please believe me!" he said and I slowly turned to him, his eyes glassy, he hesitated as he reached for my hand but I didn’t pull it away and he gently grabbed it "I’m so sorry!" his voice was hoarse and he looked at me, pleading.

"But why didn’t you text me after I told you that I knew about it? After I told you that you hurt me?" I whispered, looking at my hand in his.

"What? No… no! I did! Immediately as I got the message I answered you! Told you how hard it was to ignore you! That it broke my heart and that I’m so incredibly sorry! I sent it right before we took off!" he said hastily and I looked up at him "As soon as I was able to switch on my phone again in Bahrain, I checked it for an answer from you, but there was nothing… so I thought you were ghosting me now, not that I didn’t deserve it… but still. I thought it was your decision to answer me again whenever you feel ready!"

"I didn’t receive it…" I said and Charles looked at me confused. "I sent you the text and waited for an explanation, but you didn’t reply… I thought that it was maybe because of…" I began but Charles was frantically looking through his phone as he paled visibly, he looked up at me "What?"

"The message… it’s not sent… it didn’t get through…" he whispered and looked at me guilty "I am so sorry, ma belle! I’m just so, so sorry!" he shook his head and looked down in his lap. I sighed and leaned back, putting the seatbelt on "What are you doing?"

"You know Dad’s rules! When you come back home early in the morning on a Sunday…" I began and Charles chuckled.

"… make sure to stop at a bakery for fresh bread rolls and pretzels!" he finished the sentence and put his seatbelt on as well "But it’s not even 6? You think they’re open already?"

"Most of them open at 6, we should be good. Now come on, I’ll guide you!" I said and he started the engine "Oh damn, we should’ve taken my car!"

"I’m not driving in your Mini! Nope, way too small!" he complained and backed out of the driveway.

"Oh come on! You love him!" I chuckled and Charles sighed.

"I never understood why you and Seb had to give your cars names! They’re cars!" he mumbled as I signaled him to make a left turn.

"You asked Arthur if he hurt your girl, when he nudged me and I bumped into your car only a little!" I laughed and Charles blushed a little "Turn left here. Alright look, they're just opening up!"

20 minutes later we walked quietly into the open kitchen and were greeted with a huge Christmas tree, beautifully decorated.

"Wow, Mum really went all out!" I whispered and Charles smiled "Come on, let’s set the table and prepare as much as possible, then head to bed for a little sleep."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" he saluted mockingly and I rolled my eyes. We set the table, put the paper bags with the fresh baked goods into a basket. And quietly walked up into my room, at the door Charles stopped.

"What?" I asked him and he shrugged a little.

"You didn’t want to share a bed with me for months… I can sleep in the guest room?" he answered a little shyly. I grabbed his hand and pulled him through my door and closed it behind us.

"Your mum will get the guest room, Enzo and Arthur will get the office and you are stuck with me. But yeah, you’re right… it’s still not okay… so umm, take the sofa? Maybe?" I said and nodded to the sofa in the corner.

"Yeah, that’ll do…" he answered and I opened my closet and took out a linen sheet, a pillow and a blanket, then I spread the sheet over the sofa and placed the pillow and blanket on it.

"Alright, I still have some clothes from you here…" I nodded to the side of the closet with some of his clothes and he nodded, then picked out a gray t-shirt and black sweatpants.

"I’ll get my suitcase later. And I’ll carry yours upstairs as well…" he said and turned around and changed. No matter how many times I saw Charles’ naked back, it always made me hot. His thick neck, wide shoulders, strong back muscles and slim waist. As he turned around I blushed a little and cleared my throat.

"That would be amazing, thank you Charles!" I mumbled and climbed into my bed "Now come on! I’d say until everyone is awake, we have at least 2 or 3 hours of sleep we could get." I snuggled into my pillows and blankets and Charles did the same. After a while I chuckled.

"What?" Charles mumbled and I saw his head slightly turn into my direction.

"Why are you here so early and did you seriously plan on sleeping in the car?" I asked.

"I left Maranello kinda in a rush and well… yeah it was too early to ring the doorbell!" he chuckled, although he sounded nervous somehow.

"Oh Charlie bear, have you forgotten that you don’t need a key for the door? Only your finger print!" I laughed and Charles sighed.

"Oh damn… yeah I kinda forgot about that!" he laughed as well "But yeah, it would be kinda weird just getting in here when everyone’s asleep and I don’t know…"

"You know that that wouldn’t be a problem!" I yawned and closed my eyes.

"Yeah maybe, now sleep! You’re tired…" he whispered and before I could say anything I was fast asleep.

I woke up from Charles' phone constantly buzzing, a minute later he began to stir.

"Who would call this early on a Sunday morning?" he groaned and took his phone "What?" he answered it harshly "Oh, hi, umm yeah I arrived. You what? No, no that’s not okay! No! Camille? I told you… no! There is no space! I told you I’d be in Monaco on the 30th and then… no… ugh Camille, please it’s way too early for this now! I will call you later! Cancel that flight. I’m not discussing this with you. If you board the flight, good luck finding a way back home, I’m not picking you up… you don’t know where Lizzie lives. I’m done with this. I will call you later. No. No. Good… bye." he sounded mad and his French was almost too fast for me to understand. I looked at him and waited for him to talk, but he just pulled the blanket over his head and groaned loudly.

"You know, you could’ve just invited her? I would’ve slept at Sissy’s pull out sofa and you and Camille could’ve had my room? Mum and Dad would surely be okay…" I began but Charles pulled the blanket away.

"Absolutely not! This is Christmas! Our Christmas! And she… she’s not a part of the family! And we wanted to have a family Christmas! I didn’t invite her for a reason!" Charles looked at me and I just nodded "I want to spend time with you and not her… I haven’t seen you for more than a month…"

"Okay, Charlie bear… come on. I think the others are awake!" I nodded and got up, internally thanking him for not inviting her.

As we walked down the stairs I could hear my parents, Sissy and Liam wondering who set up the table.

"That would be us…" I said, walking through the door and they all flinched.

"Lizziiiiieeeee!" Liam shrieked and jumped off the chair and ran straight up to me, but he abruptly stopped in front of me "Hug?" he almost whispered and I bent down, hoisting him up in my arms and he giggled as he buried his face in the crook of my neck "I missed you sooooo much!" he whispered and I kissed his cheek.

"I missed you too!" I said.

"I missed you three!" Charles behind me said and Liam looked up.

"Charlie!!!" he almost jumped out of my arms, straight into Charles, who happily hugged him tight "I missed you too, Charlie!"

"When did you guys arrive?" Dad asked and hugged me. "It’s so good to see you, this healthy and strong little owl!" he whispered and then he kissed my temple.

"I don’t know? Around 4, half past 4 JK dropped me off and not even an hour later Charles arrived!" I answered and hugged Mum, who had tears in her eyes.

"Oh my beautiful girl. Look at you!" she sobbed and I laughed.

"Why are you crying? I’m good! More than good!" I laughed and she just shook her head and kissed my cheek.

"The last time we saw you, you couldn’t walk without crutches, you idiot!" Sissy laughed and hugged me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Charles, who still held Liam in his arms, hugging Mum and Dad, then Sissy.

"We thought you were coming with the rest this afternoon." Dad said to Charles.

"Yeah well, I decided to drive straight here from Maranello instead of home and then flying." Charles shrugged his shoulders and Dad nodded.

"At least you followed the rules." Sissy laughed and pointed at the paper bags from the bakery.

"We knew, we’d be in trouble if not." Charles laughed and tickled Liam a little "What’s going on, Bubba? You turned into a little monkey?"

"He, umm he’s a little sad…" Sissy whispered and I looked at her "So his nursery school had this Christmas party yesterday, but Liam wasn’t allowed to go… he had some trouble with some of the other kids…"

"What did they do?" Charles and I said at the same time and Mum and Dad chuckled, as they grabbed the rest of the food from the fridge.

"He wanted to play with one of the boys, he seemed to like him, they played and all was fine but then the boy wanted them to play with some other kids as well… and yeah he didn’t get along with them and it got a little heated." Sissy explained and Liam only hugged Charles tighter.

"They were mean and I didn’t like them and when the older boy didn’t stop saying mean things to me, I pushed him. He fell and hit his arm and then he cried." Liam whispered.

"What did he say to you?" I asked him but he just shook his head "How much older is he?"

"I’m in the mice group, he’s in the bear group…" he answered and Charles' nose scrunched up adorably.

"What does that mean?" he asked, confused .

"Kids in the mice group are the youngest, 1.5-3 years old, cheetahs are between 3 and 4.5 and bears are around 4.5 to 6 years old." Sissy explained and Charles nodded.

"So one of the older kids picks on him, he defends himself and then he’s not allowed to go to the Christmas party?" I summarised and Liam nodded "That’s unfair!"

"It is what it is…" Sissy said and we sat down, Liam not moving away from Charles.

"I’d say we throw our own bigger and even better Christmas party then!" I said and Charles tickled Liam and he giggled.

"How does that sound, little monkey?" Charles asked and Liam nodded "Then it’s settled."

"That is Chase! He’s the leader of the pups! No Ryder is the leader but Chase also! Because he’s the police dog! And that is Marshall, he’s the firefighter dog! He’s also cool but Chase is my favourite! Oh and that is Rubble, Skye oh oh and Rocky!" Liam was full of enthusiasm when he explained to Charles the different characters in his new favourite show, Paw Patrol, a Christmas edition playing on the tv. Both boys on the sofa, Liam sitting in Charles lap and both cuddled up under a blanket. I was watching them when I helped Mum and Sissy prepare some snacks for the evening, when Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur arrived.

"He really missed you, both of you… he was talking all the time about you! And how many times did I find him hiding in your room!" my sister told me and I smiled, I missed him as well. Although I loved both of my nephews equally, Liam living here with us since he was born, seeing him almost daily, brought us so much closer than me and Benji, who I only saw every other week, due to the fact that Marcus lived in Munich. And not seeing Liam for more than 3 months was really hard and I was more than happy to be back again.

"I missed him as well, that’s why I plan on spending as much time as possible with him."

"Then go ahead and start now with it. We’re done here and I have to wrap up the last gifts!" Mum said and washed her hands, Sissy nodded and did the same.

"Alright, then I’d say I watch Paw Patrol as well!" I dried my hands off at the towel Mum handed me and walked over to the boys.

"Is there some space left for me?" I asked and Charles held up his arm and I sat next to him, snuggling into his side as Liam stretched his hand out for me to take "So Charles? Who is your favourite?"

Liam looked up at him, awaiting his answer.

"I have to say Chase! He’s a police dog! He has a gun that shoots tennis balls and a net! He is pretty cool!" he answered and Liam nodded enthusiastically "And who is your favourite character?"

"Easy! Ryder, he’s cute!" I laughed and Liam made a disgusted face.

"Eww… he’s only 10!" Charles whispered and I laughed.

"He’s not cute! He’s a fearless leader!" Liam wasn’t happy with my answer "You have to pick a dog!"

"Okay, okay! Who is that? The Husky?" I asked.

"That’s Everest!" Liam explained.

"She’s my favourite because I love Huskies!" I answered and Liam nodded.

"Good choice!" he said and Charles chuckled.

"Very good choice, ma belle!" he said and I just smiled and watched the Paw Patrol save Christmas.

I saw Charles checking his phone, for the tenth time in the last couple of minutes, he tensed up a little and sighed. It seemed like Camille didn’t stop asking him to invite her over. I was about to say something as he gently nudged Liam and sat him down next to him.

"Lizzie, we need to talk… umm alone?" he almost whispered and I looked at him curiously.

"Sure? Everything alright?" I asked and got up, walking to the stairs, but he didn’t answer, he just followed me upstairs.

In my room I sat down on my bed as he was pacing back and forth in front of me.

"Charles? What’s going on?" I asked him and he stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He sat down next to me, taking my hand in his.

"I left Maranello last night in a rush, because I found something out… I was mad, no, furious, but I couldn’t do anything about it…" he began as I got the notification that I received a new email on my phone and he sighed "That email… it’s from Massimo and Mattia… it’s about your involvement in the FDA… they umm… they-"

"They kicked me out." I finished his sentence and he looked up at me.

"How did you know?" his voice was almost a whisper.

"In the first weeks after the accident, they regularly checked in on me. But it got less and less and now they haven’t checked in on me for more than a month… so yeah, I just figured they would kick me out." I answered and looked down.

"I’m so sorry, ma belle! I told them that it’s a mistake and totally unfair but they wouldn’t listen to me…" he said and pulled me in a tight embrace.

"It’s not your fault, Charlie. It’s okay. I will get along without them." I whispered and he nodded.

"And I will help you as much as I can! They will regret kicking you out!" he said and I chuckled.

"Thank you, for telling me, and not finding out through an email!" I said.

"They will post a statement as well…" he groaned and I sighed.

"Didn’t expect anything less from them."

The real party began when the rest of the Leclercs arrived in the evening. After the shock of me being sacked by the FDA, some harsh words from Dad, Lorenzo and Arthur against the FDA and Ferrari and some comforting words from Mum and Pascale we finally all sat together for a long time, playing board games, telling old and new stories, laughing and even singing together. I looked at Charles to see that he was typing away on his phone, looking annoyed.

"What’s going on, Charlie?" I asked him quietly and he sighed.

"Just some people asking me about the FDA thing." he said and put his phone back into his pocket.

"Stop thinking about it, it’s okay!" I reassured him and squeezed his arm. It was not okay, I really thought I could count on their support, but I was clearly wrong. It hurt that they seemed to lost faith in me, but it only motivates me more to show them that they made a huge mistake.

"Come on, Liam, time for bed!" Sissy got up but Liam protested.

"No! I wanna stay up longer! Pleaaaseee Mami!" he whined but she shook her head.

"Little man, you’re already way past your bedtime! Up we go!" she said, mastering her mum voice.

"That is so unfair! What a shit!" he cursed and I almost choked on my tea.

"Liam!" Sissy exclaimed shocked and I had to do my best to not burst into laughter, looking around the table I wasn’t the only one, Dad drinking hastily from his beer, Lorenzo doing the same with his wine, Arthur fake yawning covering his mouth with his hand, Charles just tried really hard to look as normal as possible.

"What? It’s a shit!" Liam said again and got up, I let out a mix between laughter, coughing and clearing my throat.

"Stop saying that!" Sissy reprimanded him but he just rolled his eyes and I lost it, bursting out laughing "You’re the worst!" Sissy looked at me disapprovingly. But as Dad and Arthur broke as well she just sighed "Great. Just great." she shook her head "Say good night to the traitors!"

"Hey! I didn’t do anything!" Charles next to me said, voice so thin from holding his breath so long, Sissy just glared at him before she chuckled herself a little. Liam made it around the table, hugging all of us good night.

"Good night, Bubba. Tomorrow I’ll teach you to say it in Italian and French, so Mami can’t reprimand you again!" I chuckled and kissed his cheek and he giggled.

"I’d say I can help you with that, your Italian isn’t the best!" Charles whispered and Liam hugged him even tighter "Good Night my little monkey!" with a last kiss on his forehead he walked off, taking his mothers outstretched hand.

The next few days we all spent together, playing more board games, cooking together, having a snowball fight as it finally began to snow heavily. It was the day before Christmas Eve, Dad, Lorenzo, Arthur and Liam playing in the garden, competing who made the better snowman. Mum, Pascale and Sissy were out for a last trip of grocery shopping for the next few days and Charles and I stood in the kitchen, baking batch after batch of plain cookies, for us all to decorate later.

"Oh come on! It’s going to be fun! Joris is there, Riccardo and Marta, Antonio is coming as well! A bunch of other people that you know!" Charles said as I rolled out the dough.

"I don’t know Charles… I’m back after such a long time, I don’t want to leave again this fast!" I said and he used the different cookie cutters.

"It’s just for 6 days and then we’re flying anyway to Thailand! So come on! Please! Not celebrating the new year with you last time felt so wrong!" he said and I scoffed.

"Yeah?" I said and he looked at me with big eyes.

"Yeah! It did! So please! Please! We’re leaving on the 30th and on the 4th we’re already off!" he took my hands in his, smiling at me.

"I’m just… I’m just afraid I am ruining it, if I get sick because of the boat bla bla you know I’m getting dizzy and lightheaded real fast since… so yeah. I don’t know…" I sighed.

"There’s a cabin, just for you, if you feel dizzy or anything just tell me and we go there for you to calm down! I promise!" he almost pleaded and I swallowed hard before I nodded "Is that a yes?"

"Yes! It’s a yes…" I mumbled and he hugged me!

"Thank you so much, ma belle!" he whispered.

"But Charlie, you seriously need to stop calling me that… don’t look at me like that! In front of Camille at least! It probably hurts her, so please stop…" I’ve seen the way she looked at me, sending me death glares, whenever he used it in front of her. I don’t need that on a boat, in the middle of the ocean.

"Ugh, fine! I’ll try my best!" he said and I nodded thankfully, one reason less for her to be nasty to me, hopefully she will be busy with her friends and will ignore me. Being on a boat with her made me more than anxious. I was deep in my thoughts as the timer reminded us of the current tray full of cookies in the oven. I walked over and looked at them, then opened the door deciding they’re done and grabbing the tray without thinking.

"Lizzie! Oven mitts!" Charles shouted, but before I could register it I already touched the tray and hissed in pain.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed and flinched. Fingertips of my index and middle finger burning like crazy, throbbing pain erupting. Charles was next to me in an instant, grabbed the tray with oven mitts and put it next to the oven on the counter, then closed the oven and turned back around to me. He gently pulled me to the sink, holding my burned fingers under the cold water stream. I let out a small whimper when the stream hit my fingers and held my breath.

"Breathing, ma belle." Charles whispered and I nodded. He walked over to the fridge and rummaged around in it, then opened the cabinet next to it and pulled out a box putting his collectibles on the countertop of the kitchen island.

"Alright, let me see." he stepped next to me and looked at my fingertips, both sporting an angry red burn mark. He switched the water off and gently patted my fingertips dry with a towel, he nudged my shoulder and I followed him to the kitchen island, where he pushed me gently against it and then grabbed my thighs and lifted me up to sit on it. He proceeded to pad dry my fingers until they were completely dry and then unscrewed the top of the burn ointment tube, gently applied a generous amount of the cooling and soothing gel on my fingers. I took a deep breath at the immediate pain relief, some stray tears were escaping my eyes. Charles searched through the box, looking for some band aids, after he found the needed sizes he took my hand in his, carefully bandaging the burnt fingers. As he was done, he looked up at me and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"Does it feel better?" he asked quietly and I nodded.

"Yeah, thank you, Charlie!" I sniffled and he helped me down the counter, pulling me into him, he kissed my temple.

"Always, Lizzie, always!" he whispered against my head and we stood like this for a while, breathing each other in, as we heard the screen door opening, we jumped a little, bringing some space between us. I turned away from Charles, feeling my cheeks blush.

We later all sat around the table decorating our cookies with icing, different sprinkles and other toppings. Due to my bandaged fingers I couldn’t do the icing how I wanted it too, but just sitting here, surrounded by my family, laughing and joking, decorating cookies, brought me so much joy. To think how only 3 months ago I thought I’d probably never be happy again. Unbelievable.

The next day, we decided to make a trip to the old karting track, visiting Hans who was excited to see us again. The boys all geared up for some laps and Liam wanted to join in.

"You’re a little too young to drive alone, but you can ride a few laps with me!" Charles said and he was overly excited.

Dad and I stood at the side, watching the boys have fun, breezing past us, but driving very carefully due to Liam who was sitting between Charles legs. He steered the kart at some slow corners, Charles teaching him exactly when and how to turn.

"You’ll be driving one in no time, you’ll see!" Dad whispered next to me as he pulled me into his side, after seeing my eyes well up a little. I only nodded, throat too tight to speak. I didn’t expect coming here would be so emotional, but it was.

"I really hope so, Dad!" I mumbled and he only chuckled.

"Lizzie, you can walk almost perfectly again, you even could carry Liam around. Give it some more time and you’ll be back!" he said confidently and I nodded.

"You’re right. I’ll be back!" I said determined and cheered as Charles and Liam crossed the finish line first.

Back home we all prepared for dinner and in typical German tradition we were exchanging presents shortly after. As we were unpacking them, a lot of hugs and kisses and laughter and thank yous were exchanged. Later we all sat cuddled up on the sofa, watching Home Alone with a cup of hot chocolate and some of our cookies. The perfect Christmas.

As the 30th came closer and closer my anxiety of meeting Camille again began to get bigger with each minute, as it felt and I was thinking about chicken out. But I knew that Charles wouldn’t believe me when I would say that being on a yacht was my biggest concern. He would want to know the real reason and I told myself I’ll talk to him after our holiday. First I wanted to spend some good quality time with him, before I had to break to him that his girlfriend was one of the main reasons for my crippling anxiety. I just had to get over one evening with her. On a boat. I could surely avoid her, right? I could do that.

"What am I wearing on a yacht on New Year's Eve, Shima?" I asked her as I was packing and needed help with my outfit.

"What do you got?" she asked and I walked over to my closet "And do you have a dress code?"

"Charles said not to over the top… that helps totally… not! So I asked what he’s wearing and he said Jeans and button down shirt. I checked in with Marta and she said she would maybe wear a casual, but nice dress. Classy but not to over the top… Why can’t Monegasque people be a bit more precise!" I groaned and I heard Shima’s chuckling through the speaker "Not funny!"

"Okay, so dress or no dress?" Shima asked.

"No dress." I answered and she was quiet for a moment.

"Ouuuuhhh! I have an idea! The jumpsuit! The black one! It’s classy, elegant but not to over the top!" Shima said and I thought for a second.

"My sister has it, wait I gotta go to hers. I need to see if it still fits me!" I said and walked downstairs to the door into the little mud room between kitchen and garage where I took the stairs up into my sisters loft.

"Where’s the rest of the fam?" Shima asked as I walked through the loft into my sister's bedroom.

"They’re not at home, the mums are shopping, the boys are karting." I answered

"Why didn’t you go with them? Too tough?" she asked empathically.

"Yup, it wasn’t easy last week so a no for today!" I sighed "Wait, I’ll try it on and send you a selfie…"

"What’s the verdict? Good enough? Not too casual? Not too over the top?" I asked nervously

"Approved! Lizzie, giiirl! You look so damn good! What shoes? Hair and make-up?" she asked and I laughed.

"I don’t know? Probably just leave my hairs open? Little bit curled? Well make-up wise, like always? Just a little eyeliner and maybe some nude lipstick? As for shoes… you know I don’t mind heels but I don’t think that I can walk in them right now? I thought maybe some sweet, flat sandals?" I thought out loud, thinking about how everything looked together. With Camille there I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care about my looks. I just didn’t want to give her more reasons to pick on me, which I was sure she would do.

"Sounds good! No really Lizzie, you’ll look great! That’s the perfect mix!" she said and I smiled.

"The only thing that bothers me about the jumpsuit is that it has like a cut out on the back? And I’m scared that it will slip a little when I’m moving and show my… my… you know…" I said quietly.

"Lizzie! With all due respect, you should wear these scars with pride! They show how strong you are! They should only remind you that you almost died but you’re still here! Against all odds! ! You should wear them like a shield!" she said with a strong voice.

"You’re right! Thanks!" I had the best friends.

Charles POV:

Lorenzo and I took the car back to Monaco, Lizzie, Arthur and Mum were flying. The whole ride I thought about the best way to break-up with Camille. I initially planned on doing it after Portimaõ, but she started to talk about New Years Eve and how excited she was. She had the idea of renting a yacht to celebrate with our closest friends months ago, she planned it all by herself and was always so happy and excited when she showed me the newest plans. I just didn’t have the heart to break up with her before that, not after she put so much effort into it. Seeing her this happy made it hard for me to break her heart like this. After all, she didn’t deserve this. So I planned to wait until after New Year's Eve. Let her have this day, let her bask in the moment, she worked so hard for. And then I’ll break her heart. Doesn’t sound much better.

"You’re awfully quiet." Lorenzo said after a long while of silence and I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, a lot is going on in my head…" I sighed and he chuckled.

"Camille?" he asked and I looked at him "Oh come on, I’m your brother! I know what’s going on in your head. At least some of it."

"You do? Then help me sort it out…" I said and he laughed.

"I can’t tell you what to do, Charles." he looked at me "But you’re smart, you figure it out."

"I already have… it’s just… I don’t want to hurt her." I said hesitantly.

"Who? Camille?" he asked and I nodded.

"Who else?" I replied.

"Maybe you’re not that smart…" he said under his breath and I looked at him "Why do you think you will hurt Camille?"

"Because I’m going to break up with her… after New Years, I’ll have her over and explain everything to her.." I answered.

"Smart boy…" he chuckled.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

I just had to get New Years over with, let her have a day or two to relax afterwards and then have a conversation with her, I could do that. But I dreaded it. So much.

I felt dizzy, it probably wasn’t the best idea coming onto a yacht in my condition, but I promised it to Charles and now I couldn’t chicken out anymore. Big mistake. The constant whispers from Camille and her friends, the swaying of the yacht, it all was too much. I needed my medics and I needed them now. I got up from the lounger and walked to the stairs as I heard Camille and her friends talking downstairs, probably sitting in the lounge. I quietly walked down the stairs.

"Oh come on, why is she always hanging around him! Like she has no one else to talk to? And did you see her back? The scars? Eww! I would never ever again walk around in clothes so you could see it! Disgusting!" Camille sounded annoyed and I quietly sneaked away, almost bumping into Joris. He looked at me with sad eyes, and I knew he had heard what Camille and her friends said about me, but I just sent him my best fake smile and walked away. I quickly walked past Camille, trying to get into the cabin without being noticed.

"There you are, ma belle!" Charles almost yelled and I saw out of the corner of my eyes how Camille glared at me. He was drunk. I’ve never seen him this drunk before.

"Charles, I thought we talked about this… stop calling me that when your girlfriend is around!" I said it quietly and he only shrugged his shoulders.

"But you’re ma belle! And that’s your name! I always call you that? What am I supposed to say?" he asked and his confused look was just too adorable.

"My name, Lizzie. Remember?" I laughed and he shook his head.

"Lizzie is only for the others! But for me it’s ma belle! Because you are the most beautiful girl! And you are my girl! So you are ma belle!" he explained and I blushed. I could hear Camille scoff behind me and a glass breaking "Camille is just…" he began but I put my hand above his mouth.

"Stop talking, you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying!" I fake laughed and walked away, I nodded at Riccardo who understood and looked after Charles. I went back into the cabin, looking for my bag with my medics. I saw that I had a text from Arthur, but before I could check it, I dropped my meds and when I bent down to pick them up I was getting light headed, the dizziness only worsened. The throbbing pain in my temple was back again. I quickly sat down and took a deep breath. My brain began to fog up and I got up to go outside and get some fresh air. As I was holding on to the railing I heard steps coming towards me.

"Look who it is, ma belle!" Camille mocked and her three girlfriends just laughed "I mean I know that you’re not really the most stylish person, but still? Couldn’t you at least put some effort in your appearance?" their laughs were shrill and way too loud for my head and I wanted to walk away. For the first time in weeks my brain started to fog up to the point where I had to really focus on my speaking in order to get the words out correctly.

"Look Camille, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I don’t have time for this now, sorry!" I said and Camille and her little flock started cackling.

"I’m sorry? I’m not speaking gibberish?" Camille laughed and I looked at her, heat rising in my cheeks. Focusing didn’t seem to work.

"Just leave me alone! Please! I don’t know why you always try to pick a fight with me!" again they only laughed harder.

"Oh no, poor little Lizzie's head is all mushy again! Maybe your little accident damaged your brain a little more than they thought?" Camille sneered and I walked back into the cabin, then I realised the tears streaming down my face. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Arthur.

I packed my belongings into my bag, sat down on the couch and waited. Through the windows I could see that we were on our way back to the harbour. I closed my eyes. Only a couple of minutes and I could leave this god damn yacht and Camille and her entourage of mean girls. Every now and then a tear slipped down my cheeks. As we docked in the harbour I got up and grabbed my bag, I wanted to walk out as Charles walked in.

"Hey ma belle, I was looking for you? You looked a bit pale…" he began but then he realised the bag on my shoulder and my tear stained face and in an instant he cradled my face in his hands "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I’m just tired, Charlie. It wasn’t a good idea going on a yacht in my condition! You celebrate and have fun! Spend some time with Camille, I’ll be fine!" I said and pushed away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek and started walking away but he grabbed my wrist.

"Ma belle, what is going on? I know you and it’s not your condition? You were doing so well the last few weeks! What happened? Where are you going?" he said, his voice stern, but I just tore my wrist out of his grasp and shook my head.

"I’m fine, Charles. It’s ok!" I whispered and left quickly. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment then he followed me.

"Ma belle? Lizzie?" he almost shouted it, his voice was laced with worry but also sounded a bit hurt and I only walked faster. Camille just grinned at me, her friends were laughing as I walked fast past them to the gangway that was set up by the deckhands. Joris looked at them furious.

"Lizzie, wait!" Charles sounded nearer this time but he was stopped by Camille, he wanted to push her away as Arthur appeared at the dock "What is Arthur doing here?"

I walked as fast as possible without falling in the water over the gangway, where Arthur grabbed my bag and held me to his side to steady me, everything started to spin and the pain in my head rose to a new high.

He opened the passenger door and helped me in, then walked around and got into the driver seat. I could see how Charles was furiously talking to Camille and Joris, hands flying through the air, always pointing in our direction.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Arthur asked and I nodded, silent tears streaming down my face.

"Just drive home…" I whispered and Arthur started the car. For the first time in weeks I felt like this again, the throbbing pain in my temples, the impeded speech, shaky legs, problems to breathe properly, almost a full blown anxiety attack. And all because of Camille. Maybe I had to talk to Charles sooner rather than later.

Charles POV:

"What do you want to hear from me? She texted and asked if I could come pick her up and I did just that!" Arthur was furious.

"Why didn’t you call me? You could’ve told me that she was unwell and then I would take care of her!" I was even more furious.

"Charles, she wanted to leave the boat! End of the story! She didn’t want to stay there and celebrate with you!" he almost sounded annoyed.

"What’s that supposed to mean? She didn’t want to celebrate with me?" I asked him confused "She rather wanted to celebrate with you? At home? Alone?"

"Yes. Happy now?" he answered and sat back down on his sofa.

"Okay, what is going on here? Are you and Lizzie…? What about Clara?" it couldn’t be. Arthur and Lizzie?

"For fucks sake, Charles! My girlfriend isn’t the one who constantly dragged her down for the past year!" Arthur almost shouted it and glared angry at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him as I try to stay calm and Arthur hid his face in his hands and groaned "Arthur, what the fuck do you mean?”

"I’m not supposed to tell you this! But come on, Charles? You’re telling me that you not only once realised how Camille treated Lizzie? How she glared at her, all her snarky remarks? How could you be so oblivious?" Arthur asked me and I sat down and leaned back, thinking about his words.

Camille was sometimes annoyed when I spent my down time with Lizzie instead of her, but she always said she understood? Although last year Lizzie and I didn’t spend much time together considering Covid first and then her accident. When she moved in with me to start with her recovery, Camille didn’t have a problem with it. Or did I just ignore her complaints? The more I thought about it, the more I realised that whenever I mentioned Lizzie Camille tried to change the topic immediately, tried to always keep us busy so I didn’t have much time to spend with Lizzie and not even once asked how she was after her accident. Arthur was right, how could I be so oblivious? I facepalmed myself and sighed.

"I am stupid…" I mumbled and Arthur only nodded.

"I’m not arguing with you on that, but Charles? Don’t you think it’s time that you tell Lizzie that you lo…" Arthur began but he got interrupted by a sound coming from the guest bedroom, the one Lizzie currently slept in "I think you should leave for now, you need to sort out your shit with Camille first, before you talk to Lizzie, she cried herself to sleep last night, she will pretend like she didn’t but I heard her."

"Take care of her!" I whispered and Arthur hugged me.

"Of course!" he said and I left, taking my phone out of my pocket. I texted Camille to meet me at my place in an hour, then I called Joris. He never liked Camille, I needed to know if it was because of Lizzie.

"I want to know everything." I said and Joris just groaned.

"She’ll kill me if I tell you…" Joris began but I cut him off.

"I don’t give a fuck, right now I should be your concern, because if you’re not telling me what I’ve been missing for a whole damn year, I’m the one coming for you!" I said.

"She was awful to Lizzie, always saying things to her that Lizzie’s just a friend of yours, that she is now the most important person in your life, that Lizzie should start to understand that your priorities are now on her and that Lizzie is not important anymore. She even got that far telling Lizzie to give you guys some more space and sent her away from, to quote her, "our flat"… like she would live there with you! And after Lizzies accident she and her bitchy friends always made fun of her when she needed a little longer to speak or when she couldn’t walk normally in the beginning… and the things they said about her back?! The scars? It was awful…" he said and with every word he spoke I felt sicker and sicker, I was trembling, anger surging through me.

"And why the fuck did no one tell me? Why did Lizzie tell you but never me?" I was furious.

"Because Lizzie didn’t tell us those things! I heard it! I saw it! We all did at some point! Camille never did those things when you were close by! But we all witnessed it! Do you remember your birthday? How Riccardo left in the middle of it out of nowhere? That was because of Camille! She was horrible towards Lizzie! Her friends commented on that video that someone took of her on your boat. Not nice things. And he was so fed up that he wanted to tell you, but Lizzie pleaded with him to not to so he agreed, but he was so mad that he had to leave otherwise he would’ve called her out in front of everyone! We all wanted to tell you more than once, Charles! But Lizzie… she thought that Camille made you this happy and she didn’t want to ruin your relationship!" Joris explained and I felt the bile rise up my throat.

"You still should’ve said something!" I almost shouted, I was mad and letting it out at Joris wasn’t fair but I had to let it out. I couldn’t hold it in.

"I wouldn’t have to say anything if you weren’t so fucking blind! And if she wasn’t so blind! You weren’t happy because of Camille! You were happy because of Lizzie! Not Camille! How could you even start dating her? When you clearly love Lizzie! You really thought your plan would work out? You will forget about your feelings for Lizzie because of Camille? The only thing you did with that was hurting Lizzie! You have no idea how many times Lizzie cried last year because of you! She tried everything to not ruin your birthday when you did just that back on her birthday! Not just that you came fucking late, no you ignored her for most of the night, you weren’t even singing with us and then you left earlier because of Camille but you didn’t even say goodbye to Lizzie! You fucking left her alone on her birthday! You know how much she hates celebrating it! You have no idea how many times I… no we had to see her heartbroken expression when you were faking being happy with Camille and Lizzie believed it! Just for you to not man up and confess your feelings to Lizzie! If you want to be mad at someone, then it’s you first and Camille second!" Joris got up and left.

I sat there dumbfounded. But after a while I had to admit, everything he said was right. Now it was time to finally do the right thing.

"You never gave us a real chance because of her, that wasn’t fair! I was always good to you!" she didn’t sound sad, more mad, disappointed and annoyed.

"You’re right. It wasn’t fair. And I can’t apologise enough for letting it come this far. But what you did Camille? Your friends did? What you said? The entire last year? Nothing of this was her fault! It was all me. I messed up and I know it. I’m sorry for hurting you, I really am." the only one to blame was me. I should’ve never even started this relationship in the first place.

"I didn’t mean what I was saying Charles, it was only a joke, yes I know, a bad one. But it’s always her, her, her! I guess I had to let it out at one point!" she defends and I sigh.

"Yeah, but then you should’ve let it all out on me. Not on her, after everything she’s been through! And it was more than a joke Camille! You were horrible to her the entire time! I was just too blind to see it! And that is entirely my fault! Because I was the one who was in a relationship with you even tho I’m not…" I stopped and Camille’s look changed.

"Go on, say it…" she said and I sighed.

"The time we spent together, how you always supported me although I didn’t deserve it, I can’t thank you enough for it, Camille… but I was never in love with you. I’m sorry… you deserve someone who is in love with you and not someone who’s just with you because it feels nice and content, because he can’t stay alone." I said it and she nodded.

"It was always her, right. I never had a chance, did I." it wasn’t a question.

"I wanted it not to be her, that’s why I gave us a chance in the first place, I was trying everything to bury the feelings that I had, no, that I have, for her… but you’re right, it was always her… it will always be her…" I answered and Camille smiled a little.

"Then do yourself a favour and tell her." and with that she got up and walked to the door. "Goodbye, Charles." and she was gone.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, thinking about what she said "Do yourself a favour and tell her", she was right. I had to tell Lizzie that I am in love with her, only her. But I couldn’t do it now, not after I just broke up with Camille, she couldn’t think that she was just a rebound. I needed to take my time, show her every day a bit more that I love her, because Camille was right, it was always her. And I was right as well, it always will be her. I flinched when my phone pinged, a message from Lizzie. Rather than texting back I called her.

"Ma belle."

"Hey Charlie, how are you?" she sounded nervous.

"I just broke up with Camille…" silence.

"I’m sorry." she sounded sincere.

"Don’t be. It’s better like this. There was too much baggage. Too much going the wrong way for too long."

"You still loved her…"

"No, I loved the fact of having a girlfriend, having someone by my side."

"Hmm, ok. Are you good? Do you want to be alone? Or do you want to come over? We’re ordering food and watching a movie…"

"I’ll be there in 20 minutes."

"See you then, Charlie bear."

"See you, ma belle." she hung up. I love you.

"Are you crazy? Who’s going to eat all of that?" Arthur looked at me with big eyes as I walked back from the door, 2 pizza boxes, 3 pasta dishes and 3 salad boxes already on the table, and now another big bag full of Indian and Chinese food as well.

"When you said you’d order something from everything, I didn’t think you would mean it quite literally?!" Carla chuckled and I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Charles is coming over as well…" I said and walked into the kitchen to get some cutlery, plates and glasses "Come on Arthi, the drinks won’t walk on their own!"

"So is it just him? Or is she coming as well… after yesterday? Do you really think it’s a good idea?" Arthur whispered and I sighed.

"He will probably tell you himself, so you know from nothing. He broke up with Camille, as of today…" I said quietly and Arthur’s smirk was getting bigger and bigger "Stop! He’s probably heartbro…"

"How can he be heartbroken when he never loved her!" Arthur mumbled and walked out the kitchen. Why was he saying that? Charles said the same? What do they know that I didn’t? The doorbell rang and I shook the thought out of my head and walked back into the living room and set everything down. Charles straight up walked to me and hugged me tight.

"Hey ma belle!" he whispered into my ear and I got goosebumps all over my body.

"Hey Charlie bear… are you okay?" I whispered back and he nodded.

"Very much… thank you!" he answered and took my hand in his, sat down and pulled me down right next to him.

"Is Camille coming as well?" Carla asked and I tensed up a little.

"No, she’s not coming, she’ll never come over again, to be honest. We broke up." Charles said and played with our intertwined fingers.

"Oh, thank god!" Carla let out and blushed immediately "I mean… oh god, I’m sorry! She’s a nice girl! Totally! I’m just- I’m just… umm…"

"It’s okay. I know what you mean. It’s better like this. She wasn’t the… let’s just say she wasn’t the right one." Charles said and Arthur chuckled.

"Yeah, I’m sure you’ll find the right one…" he said, voice oozing with sarcasm. I kicked his leg and he just chuckled even more "So, what are we watching?"

After a long discussion we settled for Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone and as we were all cuddled up on the sofa with plates full of food the film started and a pleasant silence fell over the room.

Charles POV:

"No, it’s alright. I’ll carry her to bed." I whispered and Carla gently tugged the blanket away. I got up carefully with Lizzie in my arms and Arthur walked in front of us, opening the door to his guest bedroom, switching on the light on the nightstand.

"You’ll stay here, right?" Arthur asked and I laid Lizzie down.

"Umm… should I?" I said quietly and he only nodded.

"Wait a minute…" he said and walked away before he came back with a t-shirt and some sweatpants "Good night, Char." he walked away but then turned around "You know that she loves you? And you love her? So whatever you’re doing, don’t hurt her again…" then he left.

I quickly changed into his spare clothes, went into the bathroom and washed myself as good as possible. Rinsed my mouth and walked back into the guest room, then I quietly closed the door and laid down next to Lizzie. I switched off the light and fell asleep almost immediately.

I stirred around, then groaned before laying on my side as I heard a little giggle.

"Hi, Charlie bear…" Lizzie’s voice was a little hoarse and she yawned.

"Hi, ma belle… I missed this…" I sighed and opened my eyes, looking into hers "Waking up from you rolling around to find a comfortable position again to sleep a little longer. And then your little giggle when you realise you woke me up…"

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just that I was cold all of a sudden and no matter how I laid, it didn’t seem to warm up again…" she chuckled and I pulled her into me. Cuddling her body close to mine.

"Better?" I mumbled and closed my eyes again.

"Better." she whispered breathlessly and we laid like this for a while, before I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"Why didn’t you tell me? All the things that Camille did?" I whispered and Lizzie tensed up, breathing in audibly.

"She seemed to make you happy. You seemed to love her. That was all that mattered to me." she answered and my heart broke.

"She made you sick Lizzie, she was making you feel so anxious that your body reacted in the worst kind of way… my happiness wasn’t as important as your health!" I groaned but she just shook her head.

"No, Charles, that’s where you’re wrong. Your happiness is the most important thing for me! After everything you’ve been through, you deserved some happiness, so when I had to suffer because of it I did it and I would do it all over again…" she said and I held her even tighter in my arms.

"Nothing is more important than you, ma belle! You hear me? God, Lizzie! You’re the most important person in my life! I’m sorry for not seeing what she was doing, how she treated you, god I will never forgive myself for being so blind and oblivious!" I whispered but she shook her head again.

"Charles, you didn’t do anything wrong! There is nothing to forgive yourself! You loved her and she made you happy. Period." she sighed but now I shook my head.

"I never loved her. Not even in the slightest, I just liked having someone around. I hate being alone. I just can’t do it. But you had your own worries, then the accident, the recovery. Camille was convenient. And she was nice and sweet when it was just us. But, I never loved her. I know I sound like the biggest asshole on earth right now. But it’s the truth…" I said and Lizzie looked up at me with her big eyes, contemplating her next words.

"With any other girl I would say yes you’re an asshole, a huge one! But because it’s her? I’d say you’re just a teeny, tiny one, like this…" she laughed and pinched her thumb and pointer finger close together, almost touching.

"I think I can live with that." I answered and laughed as well.

"So what happens now? You’re officially on the market again! Single ladies of Monaco beware!" Lizzie laughed even more but I just shook my head and she stopped and looked at me.

"Nope. I’m not jumping into the next best relationship just because I don’t want to be alone. I’m waiting for the right girl to come around. However long it takes." I said and looked her determined in the eyes. She swallowed loudly and chuckled nervously.

"Yeah… however long it takes…" she answered and I smiled at her.

I will wait however long it takes for her to realise that for me it has always been her. And that she will be the only one I will have by my side ever again.

"That sounds really cold, Charles! You should reconsider that… I don’t want people to think that you’re an asshole!" I sighed but Charles only shook his head.

"I don’t care. We didn’t make any lasting memories, the texts she sent me the last few days showed me her true colours, she’s already out there planning a vacation with some other dude, 2 days after our break-up, saying he always treats her right… in these 2 days or what? And she said, to quote her, now she can finally live her life the way she wanted again." he said and I had to stop myself from laughing.

"Okay. Do whatever you want then." I said and he rolled his eyes.

"It’s posted. Water under the bridge." Charles said and I smiled at him.

Bye Camille…

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[bitchinbarzal]

any of the boys for this ask please! you can choose! thank you lulu

chose William nylander for this 🥰

-

You’d agreed to pick the boys up tonight from the club whenever they were done.

Will had moaned at the boys telling them not to accept and to get just get a cab

“William I’m up anyway, your little monster son won’t let me sleep. I’ll come get you!”

It was almost one in the morning when Willy text to ask you come get them.

You sat in the car, in your pyjamas tapping at the wheel impatiently.

You’d sent reminder texts and he hadn’t replied so you got out the car and made your way toward the club door.

“M’am you can’t go in there” the bouncers hand comes down infront of you to stop you entering

You growled “do I look like I’m going clubbing?! My boyfriends in there and I’m here to pick him up”

You watch the bouncer look you up and down, suddenly feeling self aware of what you’re wearing and the way you look. He shrugs and let’s you pass.

You make your way in. Instantly hit by the stuffiness and smell of alcohol you absolutely do not miss.

You searched for a moment before you found Michael

“Hey it’s Lady Nylander” he drunkenly throws his arm over your shoulder “what’re you doing here?!”

“I’m here to pick you guys up Bunts can you get the guys?” He nods taking off over the club, creating a path to the bar.

Your eyes follow him and find him approaching William who’s standing next to the bar leaning on it next to a pretty blonde. She’s black everything, her hair is neatly curled and you spot the tray in her hand, making the assumption she’s a bottle girl.

You took a moment to watch them, Willy was extremely close to her and when he made her laugh she put her hand on his chest.

She was a beautiful girl. You felt a pang of insecurity as you looked her up and down — mentally comparing her body to yours.

She was skinny, tall and well presented. You currently looked like you’d rolled straight out of bed and were wearing the clothes size of a lumberjack.

Your hand went down to settle on your bump before you walked out of the club, trusting Bunts to round everyone up so you could drop them off.

Not five minutes later they started piling into the car. William leaned across the console and kissed your cheek “Hey Beautiful”

You gave him a tight smile and asked “everyone here?”

You pulled up to the last apartment, Auston’s. He leaned forward right next to you and Kissed your cheek “You’re an Angel, y/n!” You smiled “Get in safe Matthews”

“You, kid” he points at the bump as if the baby can hear him “Your mom’s pretty freaking cool. ok goodnight” he slurs as he gets out.

You wait and watch until he’s greeted by the doorman to pull away.

It was a quiet ride down Bloor, staring at the empty road ahead until you mumbled

“Who was the girl you were speaking to?”

Will frowned “What?”

“In the bar, the girl… you must remember tight black dress, the legs-“

“Babe what are you-“

You huffed “I know I look fucking gross right now Will! I feel it, trust me. I can’t bend over and touch my own toes, my skins breaking out, I’ve gained so much freaking weight and I’m the size of Canada” you cried out

“But I think you’ve got some nerve to go out looking for a good time with a real girl when you’re asking me to come get you from a club at two in the morning”

William didn’t reply and just allowed you the time to huff and cry out your silent tears.

Willy trudged in the apartment behind you, telling you he’d take the dogs out. You didn’t reply, simply waddling towards the bedroom and getting into bed.

Will came in later, changing into pyjamas and crawling into the bed next to you. You felt Will toss and turn in the bed before he scooted down the bed.

You frowned, about to ask what he was doing when you felt him lift your shirt “Will-“

He cut you off by kissing the bottom of the bump “Hey kiddo, long time no talk”

You tried not to giggle. Will used to speak to the bump all the time; give it run downs of the game, talk to the baby in Swedish to “get it prepared”

“Your mommy’s mad at me…” he mumbles

“She thinks she’s ugly. I know, that’s insane right? That’s what I was thinking!” He dramatically acts as if the baby is talking back

“Your mom’s so beautiful babyboy, I can’t wait until you meet her and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about” your hand finds it’s way to Willy’s hair as tears drip down your cheeks onto your pillow “I thought she was so gorgeous before but now she’s baking you up in there she’s just… so freaking beautiful”

Your sniffle caught Willy’s attention, looking up at you with worried eyes “What’s-“

“I’m sorry!” You cried, wiping your tears desperately and he moved up.

Damn hormones

“I Just.. i feel horrible about myself”

Willy moved your hand from your face and kissed your jaw softly “Babe you’re so beautiful now more than ever, you’re carrying our son — you’re making human life that’s incredible”

“I Just- i saw you speaking to that girl and I just feel so ugly and-“

Will kissed you silent again and said “That’s Millie, she works the bar at Scotiabank and I was talking to her because her wife is also pregnant just now and she was asking how you were getting on”

You made a sound and your mouth formed an o shape while a Willy only giggled and kissed you again

“You’re the best mom and the best girlfriend don’t forget it”

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BABY MAMA DRAMA PT 2

Read Part these first 1, 2, & 3 💚

Appearances by @hoodharlow once again 🤭🫶🏻

“Jackman, are we really doing this.?” Urban asks, getting into the passenger side.

“Look, I thought it was a first date thing. I didn’t know she’s been with the fucker for two years.”

“So now you know, can we stop this nonsense before it’s too late?”

He shakes his head, “No, we’re following them and I’m confronting both of them. Blanca made it sound like if was a first date and even had the nerve to say Y/N wouldn’t introduce Adrian to the guys she’s seeing, but those pictures say otherwise.”

Urban groans and sends a text to Clay to let him know he couldn’t convince Jack to back out on his plans.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting involved. You have a girlfriend at home, a crazy ass girlfriend at that.”

Jack chuckles, “Urb, you know she’s just keeping my bed warm. It’s nothing like what I felt for Y/N.”

“Obviously that wasn’t enough if you didn’t stay beside her through her pregnancy.” Urban muttered.

“Yo, are you on my side or hers?.” He asks, getting offended by what his best friend is saying.

“I’m just saying, you weren’t there, and from what I read in the comments, he was, and from the start.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, I’m Adrian’s dad and I have rights.”

Urban stays quiet and shakes his head. As much as he loves his best friend, and will forever have his back on everything and anything, he knows Jack is in the wrong whenever it comes to Adrian and Y/N.

They were currently following behind your vehicle and seeing where you would go. After twenty minutes of driving they were finally pulling into a parking lot.

Jack laughed, “The mall? This loser brought her to the mall for a date?”

“You used to take her to KFC every weekend, so relax.”

“That’s when I couldn’t afford anything else, you know she’s always been high maintenance.”

Urb chuckles, “Only because she knew what she wanted in life since we were kids. I honestly question why she stayed with your ass all those years.”

Jack smirks, “Well it probably has to do with how Adrian got here.”

They exit out of the car and follow behind you and your date, making sure to leave a little bit of distance so they don’t get caught.

“Jack we still have time to leave, don’t dig yourself into a bigger hole.”

“I’m doing this, if you want to leave go ahead.”

“Fine, I’ll tag along but if we get caught I’m blaming it all on you.”

“Yeah, yeah, come on”

Jack and Urban quickly follow behind you but make sure not to be seen.

“I thought this was a date?” Urban asks Jack, after they saw you walk into a shoe store.

Jack shrugs, “That’s what her cousin said, she probably said it just to get a reaction out of me.”

“And it worked”

************

After twenty five minutes running errands with your boyfriend, you feel like someone was following you all day long.

You turn around and notice two people ducking down and trying to hide behind a plant.

“Are you shitting me?” You exclaim

“What?”

“My dumb ass baby daddy and his best friend are following us.”

“You just noticed?”

You look at him confused “You knew?”

“Check your comments, his best friend made it obvious, plus the moment we left home, he was following behind us.”

You shake your head “I’m about to murder them” You pull out your cellphone the moment it vibrated with a text. “And look, Blanca is already texting me.”

You go ahead and text your cousin back, chuckling at what she’s saying.

“So what do you want to do babe?” Your boyfriend asks you.

“I’m about to handle his ass.”

He nods, “I’ll follow your lead, I got your back.”

You smile at him, and then turn around to walk towards Jack and Urban.

“Shit Jack I think she saw us” Urban says ducking behind a plant.

“No she didn’t, but with your loud ass she probably heard you.” Jack answers him.

“A little bit of both you idiots.” You say standing behind them.

They both turn to look at you surprised to see you there. “Honestly? This is what we’re doing? Spying.”

They both stand up. “We were here shopping too, it’s weird we ran into you.” Jack says.

You roll your eyes “I’d believe that if he.-“ you point at your man, “Hadn’t seen you the moment we left my place”

“I wouldn’t have followed if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

At that Urban groans and shakes his head. “Dude.”

“I really don’t want to know the reasons why, just drop it and go home Jack.”

“No, we need to talk.”

“About what? You said plenty under my comments, and I’m pretty sure your girl is looking for you.”

“I don’t give a shit Y/N, you owe me so let’s talk.”

You furrow your eyebrows at that, “I owe you?” You chuckle. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Explain to me how he’s allowed into your home where my son sleeps?”

“We live together, so he’s allowed to come and go as he pleases.”

“He lives with you? With my son? What the actual fuck Y/N?. You bitched at me for doing exactly what you’re doing, how is that any different?”

“You got some nerve Jack, you really do.”

“Guys I think it’s best if you talk somewhere more private.” Urban suggests.

You take in a deep breath and shake your head. “I’m leaving, you do whatever the hell you want. Don’t follow us.” You start walking away from Jack and have a lot of different thoughts running through your head.

How dare he question you, how dare he try to act offended when he has no right whatsoever.

“Y/N”

“Jack, seriously let’s just go.”

You’re finally at the parking lot and in front of your car. Jack and Urban decided on following you yet again but you pay them no attention. All you want to do is get home and be in the safety of your privacy.

When you’re about to get into the passenger seat of the car, you feel someone tug at your arm, “Y/N, I’m trying to-“

“Don’t fucking tough her.” Your boyfriend pushes him aside and gets in front of you, glaring at Jack.

“How about you don’t touch me? I’m talking to her, the mother of my son, so kick rocks.” Jack says glaring at him too.

You roll your eyes “If you two are done trying to measure your dicks with this macho man bullshit, I’d like to go home.”

“Look Y/N, I’m trying here okay? Meet me halfway. I’m trying to understand how you can do things you bitch at me for. I’m trying to be there for Adrian and you, but you won’t let me. I just want to talk without your boy toy here.”

“See I would have believed you until that last part, stop being petty. Worry about your relationship with Adrian, that’s the only thing you should focus on.”

“Can we-“

“JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!” An annoying voice comes from behind you.

“Fuck my life.” Jack says.

“What the fuck? All the shit you posted on instagram? You’re making me look like an idiot.” Heather, his girlfriend says.

“We can talk about it at home.”

“No, you had no shame talking about it on social media so talk about it now, here. You think I’m stupid?”

“A little bit.” Urban whispers but only loud enough for you to hear. You chuckle and he winks at you.

When you chuckled, that had Heather turn to look at you glaring. “Is something funny bitch?”

“Yeah, plenty of funny things.”

She rolls her eyes but turns to glare at Jack. “Neelam is mad at you too. You’re not supposed to be doing things so publicly. She’s also getting things fixed with lawyers about your son.”

“What?” Jack asks.

You furrow your eyebrows and stand straighter “What about my son?”

Heather turns around and smirks. “You’ll be served with court papers soon. You can’t keep Adrian away from Jack. But also, Neelam and I believe Jack isn’t even the dad.”

You laugh. “Oh you got jokes girl.” You turn around to get into your car but Heather once again opens her mouth. You just stand there listening to what she says, your back to her.

“Actually not joking. Sure there’s no mistaking that he looks exactly like Jack, but better safe than sorry. Start saying goodbye to him because we will take him away from you and you’ll never see him. Jack will win this battle and he will be with his son, and soon I’ll be his mommy.”

That final words has you seeing red, you don’t know what went through you but the moment she spit out those words, you turn around quickly and punch her right across her mouth.

She’s caught off guard so that has her falling on her ass, so you take that opportunity to jump on here and start punching on the girl. You feel nails scratching on your arms but you don’t stop.

You then feel hands around your waist and you’re being pulled away from her.

“Y/N calm down babe.” Your man tells you, holding you back.

“I told you, I warned you bitch. Keep my son out of your damn mouth. Mind your fucking business when it comes to my son.” You yell.

“What is going on here?” Neelams' screeching voice comes besides Jack.

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything. You then hear footsteps approaching from behind you. You turn to the side and see it’s your best friend Drea and your cousin Blanca.

“Here comes dumb and dumber.” Heather says.

Blanca turns to look at you and inspects your face and your entire body, then does the same to Heather and smirks. “Clean up that blood from your face, boo.”

She looks at you and smiles “You rocked her shit prima.” She says proudly.

“Real classy guys, seriously? Over the kid? Get over it Jack, you’ll have more kids, he’s not that special.” Neelam says.

“Say that shit again puta” Drea says getting on Neelams face.

“Everyone needs to chill the fuck out. We’re in public, in a parking lot.” Urban says.

“Whatever, I’m done here. I’m going home to my son.” You say.

“Y/N” Jack says.

You shake your head “I’m done.”

“But please-“

“Jackman drop it, let’s go home we have plenty to discuss” Heather says.

“You and Neelam need to mind your business and leave me the fuck alone.” Jack tells her yelling. He then turns to look at you again “Please let’s talk?”

You shake your head. “We’ve done plenty of talking. I’m so done.” You say and finally make it inside your car.

“Blanca, Drea let’s go.” Your boyfriend says.

Blanca and Drea are looking at each other smirking and they nod at one another.

“I’m down,” Drea says.

“Let’s do it then.” Blanca tells her.

You turn around quickly from your spot “NO DON’T” you yell, but it’s too late.

Drea punches Neelam while Blanca does the same to Jack.

“I told you to leave my cousin alone. I warned you if you came between her and Adrian that I will fuck you up. I don’t play when it comes to my family. I think it’s time you start believing me.” Blanca says staring down at Jack.

“This family is crazy.” Heather says, bending down to check on Jack.

“We really are, that’s why you should mind your business. But hey you and Jack are twins now, look at that bloody nose, really couple goals.”Blanca says rolling her eyes.

Blanca and Drea get into your car since they had ordered an Uber to get to you and you’re finally pulling away from the parking lot and make it home.

***********

“Ouch ma, that stings.” Jack says.

“It’s what you deserve honestly.” Maggie tells him, as she’s dabbing a cotton cloth on his lip and nose.

After you had left, Jack had asked Urban to drive to his moms house, leaving Heather and Neelam in the parking lot without another word.

“Mom, I don't want to hear it.”

“Don’t hear it from her, but you’ll hear it from me.”

That has Jack freezing and wishing he was at his home instead.

“Look at me and listen to me.”

Jack then looks at his dad but doesn’t say anything.

“You treated her like trash when she was pregnant. You left her behind while you partied all night, all the different girls. I never said anything because I thought once Adrian was born, you would change.” He chuckles, “Boy was I wrong, for the love of god, you didn’t even show up to his birth.”

“Dad I know-“

“Do you? Do you really know what you put her through? If you knew then you wouldn’t be making her go through all this nonsense. She left you, she left and it was for the better. Would I prefer that she stayed with you ? Yes, but once I realized you didn’t show at the hospital, I was happy when she left. Everything Adrian is, it’s because of her. She’s with him every single day, every second, from the bright mornings, to the dark nights, she’s there. Not you, and I don’t know where your mom and I went wrong, but Jackman, this isn’t healthy. Heather and Neelam being disrespectful online for everyone to see is not okay either. Y/N has done a wonderful job at raising my grandson, she has every right to be upset over the people you bring around Adrian, she has every right to make a life with Diego, he stepped up when you didn’t. It’s hurtful but it’s the reality of all this situation. You weren’t there and you can’t come into their lives after two years and try to play the role of perfect dad when you haven’t even been dad long enough.”

“Geesh, go ahead and kick me while I’m already knocked down dad.” Jack tries to joke.

“You need to hear it from me because apparently you aren’t hearing it from your circle. Change your ways, step up and be the father Adrian deserved from the start. Stop with the fighting, stop trying to be in her life just because you feel some way that she didn’t wait for you. You shouldn’t even be worried about getting her back when you should be worried about having a healthy relationship with Adrian. He should be your main priority.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do but Y/N won’t let me.”

“Boy, who are you trying to kid? She’s given you chance after chance, but you ruin them every single time. Change and be better, do better. You continue down this path then say goodbye to Adrian, because no matter if it hurts , I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

Jack is nodding “I promise to work on all of that.”

“Yo why is there a bloody napkin in the-“ Clay walks into the kitchen and looks at his older brother and at his parents.

“I’m guessing your nose met Blancas fist?” Clay asks, smirking.

Jack rolls his eyes and flips him out.

“Oh I wish I was there. But please tell me you didn’t ruin our chances at spending time with Adrian.”

Jack shrugs, “Y/N was pretty upset.”

“Dude I told you to just stay away from her, she’s finally happy again and you can’t ruin that for her again.”

“I’m starting to get that, especially if my own family keeps telling me.”

“Diego is a nice guy, Adrian loves him, there’s nothing to worry about in that situation.” Maggie says. “All Y/N has ever wanted was for Adrian to have a loving and caring family, you have the power to break it or make it possible.”

“I think I finally ruined my chances to be in his life. Today was just crazy and probably the last nail in the coffin.”

“No, just give her time.”

“How long though?”

Before anyone could answer him the doorbell rings. Clay is the one to look at the monitors and smiles. “Not long enough.”

That has Jack standing up and look at the monitors and see you standing outside his parents doorstep.

He rushes to the front door and throws it open.

“Y/N, hi.”

“Can we talk?”

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[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Protector - J.WW

Pairing: childhood friend!wonwoo X gn! reader

Genre: Fluff, mild angst, slight attempt at humor

Warning(s): mentioned drug use, childhood friends to lovers, author wonwoo propaganda, confessions, kissing

A/N: I cried a little when I first wrote this a while ago (a year ago). I stand with Author Wonwoo and no one will stop me. I could have sworn I read a blog like this so if I find it, I’ll tag the original blogger

Edit: Idea Inspired by @boyfrvmthemoon

Ever since you and Wonwoo were kids, you two were always opposites. You were known as “the bad kid” while Wonwoo was known for being well mannered and shy. You were older than him by a year, meaning he looked up to you as his protector, his guardian but as he got older, he developed feelings for you. He kept them suppressed for years and it didn’t help that you would tease him, “playfully flirt” with him, even being touchy with him from time to time but he didn’t mind it at all. You were always an exception for him, even in your current days. You made him feel heard whenever he spoke to you. Every time you spoke to him, he never missed that glimmer in your eye during conversation but he excused it as “I didn’t wipe off my glasses” or some other lie when he told other people about you. He couldn’t grasp the thought that you think of him the same way he thinks about you until that one fateful night:

You texted Wonwoo to come over to your place at exactly 9:30 P.M. He was confused on why you wanted him to come over but since he didn’t have anything else to do, he decided to go. He put on his baby blue sweater (your favorite sweater he owned) and gray sweatpants, knowing that it’ll be cold and went on his way. It took him exactly 20 minutes to get to your house. Once he arrived, he parked his car in your driveway. He sees you sitting on your front step, a blunt pressed against your lips before blowing the smoke into the air around you. He gets out of the car, causing you to look ahead because of the sound. You see Wonwoo walking towards you whilst looking adorable as ever. You pat the space next to you on the step, sliding over to give him some room. He smiled and sat down next to you.

“Is there a certain reason why you called me?” he asked, not wanting to rush home but he would rather be home before he did something stupid and embarrassed himself in front of you. You were wearing your favorite leather jacket and skin tight black pants that outlined your curves, clearly not caring about the cold weather. Wonwoo kept his eyes on the ground, hoping you didn’t catch him staring.

“I just wanted to see you. It’s been a minute, yeah?” You hum and put your head on his shoulder. He tenses but quickly relaxes despite slightly shivering.

“I guess it has. It's just I’ve been busy” He didn’t wish to be, only wanting to spend time with you.

“Busy huh? How’s the book going?” his heart swelled, happy that you remembered the last conversation you had with him. You asked him what he has been doing recently and he mentioned that he was writing a book about his childhood. You teased him, saying that you were going to be a part of the story, to which Wonwoo shyly admits that you were but he didn’t tell you that you were the main element in his creation.

“It’s actually going well. Still have many chapters to go” you chuckle and look up at him with slightly red eyes but you both knew you weren’t that high yet. You put out your blunt and placed it back in your jacket pocket.

“It feels like it was just yesterday, sneaking out of your house and hanging out because your mom wouldn’t allow you out after dark. I would always have my arms slinged around you when we were at school, glaring at everyone who looked at you sideways” you both laugh and start reminiscing on the old memories you shared.

“I remember you promised to always protect me, even if we were old and wrinkly” Wonwoo giggles, your heart flutters at the pretty sound.

“And I kept that promise, didn’t I?” you nudged his arm a bit, almost noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“You did but I never knew why. I could handle myself” he said smugly, making you roll your eyes.

“No you couldn’t. I always saw you as a little brother so I would always make sure you’re ok. Well.. until recently” this time Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at your statement.

“Until recently?”

“Yeah. I always thought that you saw me as your bodyguard or an older sibling in a way. I didn’t mind it as long as it made you happy. Your happiness means the world to me, Won. You overall mean the world to me but..” you pause, your eyes looking up at the stars above your roof.

“I love you Wonwoo and I know you probably don’t see the way I see you. You’re just so perfect. You didn’t live in a fucked home like I did. You have the perfect life, perfect parents, somewhat perfect friends, and then there’s me, an unstable druggie that fights people because I’m afraid to show emotion. You don’t deserve to be near me. I already fucked up everything as it is and I don’t want to lose you too” you finish.

Silence.

Just as you expected.

You get up and walk to your door, ready to head inside but before you could open your door, you feel Wonwoo grab your wrist.

“Y/n.” he starts, eyes glossed with unshed tears. “You’re not going to lose me. I love you too. I love every part of you. I don’t care that you’re not perfect. I don’t want you to be perfect, you already are to me. You are all I would think about. I was scared to tell you how I felt because I was scared that you would laugh at me and throw me away. You could have cared for anyone but yet you picked me, a fucking loser but you stayed by my side for all these years and I’m forever grateful. Ever since that day when you found me outside at lunch by myself, I knew that I’d fall in love with you. I would always say to myself that we were destined to be together but now wasn’t the time. We were young back then but now we’re older, more mature. I know what my heart wants and it’s you Y/n, always has” his voice cracks, holding your numb hands to his heart, feeling it beat against your skin.

“I hate you for almost making me cry jerk” you frown slightly, he smiles.

“But I was close” he teases, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“But did you actually mean it Won?” your voice was barely above a whisper, wanting to cherish the moment, afraid it might come crashing down.

“I meant every single word. I would go to the moon and back for you Y/n and that���s a promise”

“Stealing my lines?”

“Never hurt to try,” he chuckles.

“Can I kiss you?” Your blunt words make him blush violently but he nods, giving you permission.

You smile and hold the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level before kissing him gently. His lips were just as soft as you imagined after all these years of dreaming. You smiled when you felt him melt into your hands like butter when you ran your fingers through his hair. You pull away and look into his eyes once more, seeing adoration and pure love in his irises.

“Mine” You smile and push up his glasses.

“Yours” he whispers back.

#wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #childhood friends to lovers #seventeen #author wonwoo propaganda #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff

[thedeal-if]

Helloo! The ROs love languages? 😊

Hey!! This has already been answered but I think I'm much more detailed with my asks now so I'm redoing it 🧍

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

•“You’re great just the way you are” “I appreciate you.” •Endless and unprompted praise. Encouragement, just talking for the sake of talking. •Being listened to and validated. Having someone entertain his silly whims, his need to keep doing something— anything.

Gives: Gifts

•Spoiling his partner rotten to the best of his capacities, lavishing them in gifts, seeing the way their eyes light up. •Willing to take things slow, sit back and relax for his partner. •Elevating his partner art-wise, thinking of them as his one and only muse.

Receiving: Physical Touch

•Plain and simply put: sex. Being kissed, having her hands held. •Very soft and intimate physical moments: sleepy cuddles, kisses on her cheek, the warmth of life and innocence. •The knowledge that a future between her partner and her is possible, making a family.

Gives: Physical Touch

•Kisses on the cheek, warm hugs •Prepares her partner's favorite foods, dotes on them and showers them in validation and affection. •Brags about her partner often and very openly, would love to show them off shamelessly. The entire world needs to know of her devotion.

Receiving: Quality Time

•Domesticity, lazy mornings together, the cohesion of two compatible people living together. •The assurance that he's making someone proud, that he's listened to—and not only heard. •Whenever things get overwhelming—and though he often gives the impression that he wants space—having someone check on him, even if it's just through an standard text of ‘Are you okay?’.

Gives: Quality Time

•Planning dates and outings, including his partner in all his plans and ideas. •Often checks on his partner when he can't meet them as easily. •Celebrating his partner's achievements like they're his own. Remembers every little detail since he met them until today.

Receiving: Quality Time

•Going on adventures, spontaneously. Be it a long walk, a dinner out or even skydiving, she is always willing to spend time with her partner. •Sudden dates after work—hanging out in her shop, too—staving off the boredom. •She enjoys anything that involves food especially. Having someone who cooks for her would be a dream come true.

Gives: Gifts

•Impulsive little gifts: flowers, tea, plushies, handmade crochet scarfs to protect her partner from the winter. •Tarot readings, borrowing and lending books with her partner. •Pep talks, she'd love to be her partner's personal and very enthusiastic cheerleader.

Receiving: Acts of Service

•Small gestures, having someone to shoulder his burdens with him (without fully taking responsibility for them, that's Victor's job). •Having his partner consider him a part of their long-term future, within realistic paradigms. He'd find overly idealism naive. •Someone who vocalizes what they want and doesn't beat around the bush.

Gives: Acts of Service

•Cooks, does chores, goes out of his way to be two steps ahead and get things done for his partner's comfort. •Makes plans around his partner, makes sure to include them on his every idea. Asks his partner what they want to do on an specific date and takes responsibility handling the logistics. •Teaches his partner how to defend themselves.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

•Genuine praise, having her God Complex stroked without her partner being a yes-man or kissing her ass constantly. •Having her bluntness being met with equally blunt honesty in every aspect and topic. •“I’ve got your back” “You’re doing great”

Gives: Quality Time

•“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it” •Joins her partner and keeps them company even if she's completely uninterested in that specific hobby. Watching any media together. •Roasts her partner, playfully teasing them without crossing the line and hurting them.

Receiving: Physical Touch

•Having his back stroked, nails slowly dragging up and down and scratching his skin. •Being massaged, holding hands, cuddling. •Someone whom he can make cry with laughter.

Gives: Words of Affirmation

•Teases mercilessly, speaks very highly of his partner. •Leans on his partner, drapes an arm around them, bites them fondly, kisses them out of the blue. •Could speak for hours and hours about all sorts of topics, enjoys debating and listening to his partner's opinions.

Receiving: Quality time

•A moment of brief silence and companionship, knuckles brushing against each other, enjoying the sun and peacefulness. •Casual and impromptu get-togethers. •Sharing hobbies and interests, finding excuses to meet and spend a few hours in her partner's company.

Gives: Acts of Service

•Small tokens of appreciation, woodcrafting statues offered casually. •Fixing anything that's broken for her partner: their car, their electronic devices, etc. •Though she might not understand the extent of her partner's problems, she's always ready to listen and solve them as best as she can.

#the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #ros #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - 13

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader Prompt: Mirrors / edging WC: 3.3k Summary: The smartest girl and smartass boy, a short tale of each course you and Hongjoong had together. The wheel of fate spins ominously, crossing your paths with interesting results TW/CW: switch!both, mean!hongjoong, edging, mirrors, frustrated/angry tears, fem pronouns. good girl, corruption. both characters have shit they should be in therapy for, not safe or sane.

Just to say it again. DO NOT. I REPEAT DO NOT use ANY of my writings as guides. It’s fiction.

Bouncing on the balls of your feet you knock on Hongjoong’s dorm door. Everything about the situation made you nervous. The overeager front row student paired with the brooding handsome man whose quick witted comments cut through the silence of the classroom sharply when you least expected it. Paired by fate, or rather the will of the professor's name randomizer. It was the only fair way, she claimed, to choose partners for the final project.

The day of the partner announcement you had a stomach ache. This person would be tied to you for the rest of the semester, over the course of two months almost 50% of your grade would be made up of assignments related to your experiment, from conception to execution to presentation. The list was posted outside of the professor’s office door unceremoniously ‘whenever they arrived’ so it was on the classes groupchat to monitor the status of the door, a different student casually passing by every so often to check. You’d of course volunteered, passing the door at 9:21am just before your first class. It wasn’t until midway through that class that your phone started blowing up with notifications, mercilessly buzzing away in your bag. Heart beating wildly, legs on manual mode you forced yourself to look at the list, half considering begging a friendly classmate to send a quick picture instead.

“Gosh, why am I so nervous about this?” Chest tightening you breathed deeply and stared, scanning the list for your name, finding it and then, “...Kim Hongjoong? Shit.” Your heart sank. You didn’t really know him, you’d seen him in a couple of your general psych courses but never really had to interact. His entire aura was intimidating. 

You approached him as class wrapped up. Extending the proverbial olive branch. “Hi! Hongjoong? I’m your partner!” Your voice shot up several octaves, overly peppy and bright. Tense. Smiling, he nodded cooly, “yeah, I know.” “So! We should swap numbers then!” You pressed further, frenetic energy shooting out like bolts with every plosive consonant. “Since we’re partners now. For class. Partners.” “Yeah sure,” he pulled his phone from his pocket and placed it on the desk between you. “Go ahead and call yourself from my phone. I’ll add you.” Swallowing and clenching your fist you forced yourself to smile brightly. So this was how it was going to go. Fine Kim Hongjoong, you thought, I will do the work. “Of course!” You tapped your number in and double checked it, notifications with only names shown floating at the top of his screen. Calling yourself quickly you shoved his phone back at him, “I think someone is trying to reach you.” “Yeah probably,” Hongjoong slid the phone back in his pocket without another word. Kim Hongjoong I will drag you through this project kicking and screaming if I have to, you thought, fist clenched in your pocket, watching him walk away.

You gave him two whole classes before texting him. Two whole formal opportunities to arrange something with you to discuss your experiment. He was already disappointing you and the project hadn’t even started. You tried to text him in a curt formal way. “Hi! It’s me! Your project partner! We have an assignment due next class!” His response was infuriating, “oh right yeah, hows 4 at my dorm” “Your dorm? I was thinking the library would be nice!” “fluorescent lights bother me” Your fingers tighten around your phone, shaking it angrily. Fucking Kim Hongjoong. “Yeah of course! So 4pm at your dorm?” “Sure”

It didn’t take long for disagreements. Most of the time you just rolled over, letting him take what he wanted. “Wow I just don’t think i’ve ever heard you have an opinion on anything ever.” Hongjoong shrugged, reclined on his bed.  The comment, so casually tossed into the middle of your conversation, made your ears burn. It had been 3 weeks of meeting, preparing for your first data collection. To Hongjoong’s credit he wasn’t the worst to work with. Yes he got things to you late, and of course he seemed delicate about his environment but he wasn’t disrespectful. You’d even found yourself vaguely enjoying your weekly check in with him. You hated to squash his contribution to the project but his methodology was just so poor you couldn’t help yourself. “I have opinions on things!” You lower your laptop screen, incredulous. Honjoong looks bemused, matching your energy immediately. “Oh? Tell me, just one opinion, no rationale, just one unsupported opinion.” “I fucking hate your mirrors, Joong. There are too many of them. Can’t even avoid my own eyes.” “Oh very good!” He claps politely. “They open up the space. Try harder next time.” You open your quiver and loose your first bolt. “Don’t give me that interior design bull. It’s because you’re in love with your own reflection.” His hand covers where the observation hits hardest, mouth hung wide in faux-shock. “Spicy! Your psychology major in action. Again!” “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

Nodding he raises his eyebrows, “that’s the point. You’re finally starting to be interesting.” “I knew there was something off about you.” You snap the lid of your laptop shut, balancing it on the small corner of space Hongjoong had cleared at his regulation issued desk. “I’ll send you the plan for Saturday later. You can see my edits in real time in the doc-” “That was interior design bullshit. You’re right,” he interrupts your forceful packing up. “I like to watch myself fuck pretty girls like you. Every angle of it. That’s why the mirrors.” He smiles as the sentence sucks the air from the room, leaving your legs weak. “So in a way, your first observation is right.” Your packing slows to a snail's pace, almost frozen as you slip your laptop into your bookbag. Barely breathing. “You must’ve wondered that first week, if I was going to fuck you then. I know what inviting a sweet girl like you to my single dorm looks like. I’m not dumb and frankly, I don’t think I'm suave enough to pull it off.” “Then why,” you ask in a voiceless whisper. It’s Hongjoongs turn to look at you incredulously, “because fluorescent lights give me headaches and I have a single dorm? Did you think I was lying about that? My point is, I know what I look like but I don’t think you do.” You should keep packing and leave. You know that with your whole body as pins and needles prick and cascade down your spine. The distinct feeling of disobeying spreads urgently through you. You shouldn’t be here anymore. You shouldn’t be in his room having this conversation with him. “Don’t pretend like you know anything about me Hongjoong.” Your voice cracks, heat flooding your face. “You can see a lot more from the back of the class than you think.”

The little strand of you tethering you to your spot snaps. Dropping your laptop into your bag you march, legs on autopilot, from Hongjoongs dormitory, out of the building and make it half way home before you realize you’d left. Who the fuck does he think he is? Who gave him the right to speak like that about you? What does he think he knows that you don’t? He didn’t even know you like that. Why did you answer him like that? Why did you let him provoke you? Everything had been going so well. All you had to do was smile and be polite and kind and just take whatever was thrown at you with grace and humility and suffer through it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until your pillow is soaked. Crying with frustration. You should’ve stayed silent and small and let him say whatever he wanted and just dealt with it later. Alone. Put your feelings into a box to sift through and decipher later. Not with anyone. Not with him. His knowing smirk bothered you. You stewed over it as you wrote and researched and rewrote. What did he think he knew that you didn’t? What could he see that you didn’t? Glancing at his cursor hovering the location he’d left it as yours traveled miles and miles down the page. Carried itself far away from him like you had. No sense in letting someone only taking the course for the science credit it gave lower your grade. “What can you see from the back of the class that I can't see from the front?” Truthfully you have no idea how you look, you only know how you feel. Standing at his fucking door again, the next fucking day, at 4 fucking pm. The wear of a long night visible on your slouched shoulders and sunken eyes. “You know you didn’t have to do that.” Hongjoong pinches the bridge of his nose, pulling you in by your forearm. “When would you have done it?” He shrugs his right shoulder, “eventually I guess?” You sigh, “you’re avoiding my question.” “I’ve just seen a lot of front row warriors just like you. Keeping yourself on task, studiously touch typing as you see the professor jot down notes, never slouched, never sleepy. And across the board you are all doing it to compensate for something.”

You scoff and stand with your hip cocked, ready to unleash hell. And then you stop, fire in your heart still burning, you breathe in, and out. Kim Hongjoong will not get the best of you today. “Compensate is certainly a word for it. I think we all wear masks we’d rather not take off.” “What’s mine then?” You stare, chewing the inside of your lip. “Your mask is toughness.” Hongjoong nods, lips pursed in sarcastic shock. “Very good. Traditionally masculine mask. A good attempt but….You really don’t see anything from the front of the class do you?” Carefully he shuffles you in front of one of the many circular mirrors decorating his walls, hand skimming your shoulders and spine. “From where I sit I see a woman who wants so desperately to be liked by others that she tries to be everything to everyone all at once, pretending she has no opinions or thoughts to the contrary, but deep down is stewing and boiling away with demons stirring the pot. Hence, compensate.”

Transfixed by your own image as he described it, your hands pull the zipper of your hoodie down, the heat of the rage he’d so carefully pointed to warming you from the inside. As though by identifying it, he’d freed it from its cage and let it spread through your limbs. Hongjoong’s eyes gaze back at you, face framed by your head and shoulder. Silently he takes your hoodie and tosses it onto the chair. “Does that sound like you?” “Some.” “What part?” “The good girl full of demons.” The visualization of your other twin opposite slowly nods. “I thought you’d like that part, glad I was right.” He scans your body in the mirror and in front of him, hovering just above your skin, the tip of his nose tracing the outside of your aura.

“Did you want to fuck me?” You say suddenly, wistfully, as though he were a lover of many years long passed. “Not at first.” Hongjoong trails his fingers up your arms, your hairs standing on end as he passes. “Do you now?” “Of course I do.” Fingers trickling back down your arms he watches the cascade happen again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why?" “I want you to fuck me.” His hand unbuttons your jeans, his hand dipping between your thighs, middle finger finding its home in your slit. “Interesting,” Hongjoong purrs, licking a stripe up your neck to watch you shiver. “I can already feel you soaking through your panties. I thought you were a good girl.” “I am a good girl,” you press back against him, already feeling him harden against the cleft of your ass. “Look and call yourself a good girl.” His hand slithers up your shirt, pinching your nipple. Gasping, leaning into his hands you find your own eyes in the mirror. Your face screws up into something approximating calm as you speak, “I’m a good girl.” “You really think so?” He hisses as his teeth scrape gently over your skin, covering the red marks with a flurry of pecks. Bunching your underwear he rubs faster, your knees buckling into each other. “Say it again. I didn’t believe you.” “I’m a good girl!” You yelp as the man unceremoniously removes his hands from your body, letting you topple forward into the mirror.

Hongjoong is on a mission, yanking your pants down he kisses the backs of your thighs, slapping your ass. “Keep them spread and don’t you dare look away from that mirror. I want you to see yourself for who you are.” Two fingers thrust shallowly just inside of your entrance. Your entire face bunches up slowly starting with your brows furrowing, then biting your lips, finally your eyes threatening to pinch shut.  “Shit Hongjoong puh-” you get the first syllable out before he rams three fingers into you at a punishing pace, palms going white pressing against the mirror. Cunt trying to hold him in place you clench down but it’s an unfair fight, he has the leverage of his entire bicep to pound his fingers into you. Your face reopens, eyes wide and pleading, mouth hung in an open groan. As suddenly as he starts he stops, catching you around your ribs as you lean forward, dazed by the onslaught. “You’re a good girl right? You’ll take what I give you?” Your pussy twitches, staring at yourself wild eyed. “I’m a good girl.” “I don’t think you feel it yet.” He guides you to the small bed, tipping you back into the sheets and he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses up to your thighs. His breath tickles cooly over your leaking slit. “Your cute little cunt’s all swollen!” He coos before flattening his tongue to lick a fat stripe upwards. “I think it knows how to be a good girl. Right?” Filling his mouth with your mound he laps at whatever his tongue can reach, teasing the tense muscle of your entrance with the tip.

Two fingers joining in you toss your head back, arching into the sheets. Your reflection looks back at you from above, your body spread out, arms splayed above your head, breasts akimbo with Hongjoong devouring you between your thighs as you moan and tilt your hips into him. “Oh fuck-Joong!” you clench around him again, grinding yourself against him, just about to release, and he pulls away leaving you a whiny slithering puddle. “You’re such a dick!” Hongjoong smirks, licking his fingers lasciviously. “Every good girl like you has a thing for assholes like me, why?” “I don’t know!” Grabbing a condom from his bedside table he tosses it on your stomach lightly. “Your choice, I don't care either way.” Rolling your eyes you slide the condom over him. “I’d love to see that pout wrapped around my cock but,” he glances at your white knuckles, “I think you might bite.”

Prodding your swollen clit with the tip of his cock your nose crinkles angrily. Lips quickly forming into a tiny frown as he repeatedly teases your entrance, running himself along your slit, barely catching on the inside of your entrance and then retreating. Just as you feel your blood boiling over, fists clenching, ready to smack him, he pushes all the way inside. Your gasp is giddy and high pitched, melting your tension back to a low simmer. Legs around his waist you both watch through the mirror as he pumps slowly in and out, dragging his cock along your walls. Smashed together like this, chest to chest, nose to nose, all the important bits hidden, you almost look like a couple, two halves of a whole. “Joongie,” you lilt, wantingly. “I’m a good girl.” Forehead and nose pressed to yours he chuckles, “of course you are,” before leaning back to his haunches and grabbing your hips, using your body like a fleshlight, fucking into you with abandon. Lips raw and plump, tits bouncing with each thrust you stretch your arms up above your head, pressing them to yet another mirrored wall, feeling the cheap glass bend and bow beneath your fingers. The plastic of the mattress crinkling. “I’m a good girl. Let me. Please let me.” The tension in your body builds quickly this time, chest burning, lungs emptying of all air, you’re on knifes edge as Hongjoong rips away the build up viciously. “Fucker!” You reach up and claw his back, collapsing, heated into the sheets. Denied again. “Why do good girls like you like assholes like me?” He pants, wild eyed. “Have you figured it out?” You narrow your eyes, defiant. “Because inside I'm just as rotten as you, I’m just better at hiding it.”

“Oh very funny,” he’s sneering he scoops you up and folds you over, forcing your face into the sheets. Ree-entering you from this position he feels larger, pushing against your cervix, guts churning with each languid thrust. The sheets muffle your guttural groans. “Look at me while I fuck you,” chest pressed to your back he growls in your ear. Tugging the back of your scalp your face angles up, looking unavoidably into the mirror. Makeup smeared down your cheeks, face burning. Your cunt clenches around him. For sure his RA would be hearing about this later. “You listened to me the entire time, you were such a good girl and for what? I didn’t even let you cum. Did I?” Hot frustrated tears run down your cheeks, “I’m so close! Please! I need it!” Pulling from you he lets you crumple onto yourself. “If you know what you need, take it. Or you’ll only get what’s given.” “I need to cum. I need you.” His expression is deadly serious, “if you know what you need then take it.” Knuckles clenched and white you flex your arms with all your might, whipping around and pushing him back into the bed. “You’re insufferable.”

Hongjoong’s face breaks into a wide grin as you slide back down onto him. “You’re right. I need it, I’ll take it.” You grind down on his pelvic bone, sparks immediately flyings, head tipping back. “Oh shit.” Eyes blown wide you watch yourself, almost in third person, fuck yourself against the man below you. Chest arching proud to the mirror, his hands holding your hips fast to his as your body twitches and shakes with pleasure. “You know what you need, take it.” Repeats over and over in your head. Galloping along rhythmically, almost ritualistic in patter, urging you faster.  Your orgasmic waves become a typhoon, building up up up so high it can’t help but crash down. “That’s it, take it,” he grunts from gritted teeth, rocking with you. “My good girl. Taking it so well. Keep taking exactly what you need.” Your walls flutter and pulse with glee, sticky wetness dripping down his shaft and coating his pelvis. You slow, a great burning reduced to a smolder, need to destroy satiated for now. Catharsis. Not far behind Hongjoong’s cock empties into the condom, your cunt milking him diligently until twinges of overstimulation pricking him. His eyes blurry staring up at the mirror, your skin tones mixing and melding and bleeding together like a kaleidoscope before his eyes.  Your hair adding into the impressionistic painting. “Do you see it now, the way I see you?”

I had a TIME making this. At first so easy to write but as soon as it was late it was a struggle to finish. not completely happy with it, i like some bits though.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #Hongjoong x fem!reader #ateez x fem!reader #february filth fest

[m-jelly]

Learning to blossom - Chapter 9

Stunning banner created by the wonderful @ladycheesington 💕

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, smut, oral, multiple positions and orgasms, loving, dom Levi, spanking, bites, love.

Concept: Hwan reveals his true intentions to you shocking you and others. Levi takes you home and shows you body-shaking love. Levi gets his famous undercut haircut which you fawn over. You both become playful and snuggle together in bed.

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Levi held your hips as he pressed you against the wall in the hall. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He hummed in delight as he kissed you with all the love and passion in his heart. He ignored people walking past and just focused on you. You’d both reaffirmed your love for each other. You’d comforted Levi as he confessed the troubles in his heart and mind.

He pulled back and lightly kissed your lips. “Enjoy your lecture, okay?”

You cupped his face. “I will and remember, you are loved by me, I am going to marry you and you are perfect.”

He nodded. “I’ll remember.”

You lifted his left hand and kissed his ring. “Mine.”

He blushed. “Yours.”

“Have a lovely lecture and please tell me all about it after. I want to know how your business plans are going.”

He hummed a laugh as he thought about the future you had planned together. He smiled fondly. “I’ll tell you all about it.” He kissed your hands. “Off you go beautiful.”

You giggled. “You’ll need to let go of my hands.”

He blushed hard. “I’m working on it.”

You pulled your hands out of his grip finally. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay…”

You giggled. “Levi.”

He groaned. “I’m going.”

You waved to him as he walked away. You released a long sigh before turning and slipping into your lecture hall and finding your seat. You got everything out and stretched a little as you thought about Levi and going home. You couldn’t wait to just go home and wrap your arms around your man. You were in desperate need of a nap and love.

“Sup.”

You turned your head and smiled at Hwan. “Hey.”

He looked down at your work. “Still not using a laptop.”

“I like writing things down.”

He eyed your phone to see Athena’s nap pop up. “How are things?”

You texted Athena back. “Pretty good. How are things for you?”

“Not bad.” He hummed. “So, about the BBQ and beer, I suggested the other day…”

You looked over at Hwan. “Oh yeah, sorry we didn’t do it but I had a dinner date with Levi.”

“It’s okay, so I was thinking we do it today or this weekend. You could invite Athena.”

You frowned a little. “Do you know her?”

Hwan nodded. “She does odd jobs for people with their computers. She fixed my laptop for me.”

You smiled a little. “I could as her if she wanted to come along.”

“Great. It’s so your fiancé is okay and doesn’t get upset.”

You hummed a laugh. “Sure thing.”

You both looked ahead at your professor and listened to her talk. You made notes and joked a little with Hwan and talked with him. You enjoyed the lesson and texted Athena and Levi now and then. You noticed that Hwan kept looking over at you and staring at you. Whenever you looked over he’d look away from you. You would frown a little and carry on doing what you were doing.

You gathered up your things at the end of the lesson and walked with Hwan out of the lecture. “So, what are your plans for winter break?”

Hwan stopped in the hall and gazed down at you. “Hang out with you.”

You laughed. “Funny.”

He placed his hand on the wall by your head and leaned closer. “I’m not joking.”

You gulped hard. “Hwan, that’s not funny at all.”

“I told you. I’m. Not. Joking.”

You whined a little. “I’m with Levi.”

He frowned a moment. “Wait, did you think I’m into you?”

You looked behind Hwan to see Athena. “W-Well…”

He laughed at you. “Wow, that’s funny.” He shook his head and sighed. “I would never want you. Have you seen you? I don’t even understand why Levi does. Seriously, he deserves better.”

You welled up. “What?”

He grabbed your neck and gripped it. “You’re an ugly stupid bitch. I’m only talking to you to get to Athena and you keep dragging your fucking heels. You’re just her ugly fat friend, that’s all you are. You’re pathetic. How self-centred can you be to think someone as good-looking as me would want something disgusting like you?”

You winced a little. “You’re hurting me.”

He released you making you cough and touch your neck. “God, you annoy me. You’re so pathetic. I hated having to be friends with you. I’m done. I’m just going to go straight to Athena. Maybe I should spread rumours about you so Levi gets some sense and leaves you. He really should leave you.”

Athena stormed over after the shock disappeared. “I’ve heard enough, you piece of shit!”

Hwan jumped at Athena’s tone. He turned to her and gave her a strained smile as he held his hands up. “Athena! Let me explain.”

Athena punched Hwan hard in the face before pulling you into her arms and holding you. “You’re a piece of shit. How can you not see how beautiful she is? Plus, using her to get to me? You’re fucking disgusting.” She looked down at you and smiled. “This little cupcake is the sweetest and yummiest piece of ass there is!”

You pulled Athena’s arms from you. “It’s fine, Athena. I don’t care how he sees me. I only want Levi to find me attractive. I don’t like that he tried using me to get to you. Insult me all you like Hwan, but I won’t let you strangle me and try to fuck my friend.” You slapped Hwan hard. “You’re an asshole.”

Hwan touched his cheek. “Cheap whores.”

Athena flipped him off as he walked away. “Dickhead! Go take your tiny infected dick elsewhere!” She sighed and pushed you along. “What an asswipe. I’m sorry.”

You lightly touched your neck. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not though.”

You smiled a little at her. “It could have been worse.”

She moved your hand and inspected your neck. “You have a mark. Levi will ask about this. We’ve got to tell him what happened.”

You nibbled your lip and whined. “Could you tell him?”

“Sure.” She put her arm around you and squeezed you. “I’m sorry this happened.”

You leaned against her. “I just want to forget about this all.”

“I understand.” She looked ahead to see Erwin and Levi walking over as they chatted. “I’ll go chat with Levi, you hang out with Erwin.”

“Okay.”

Athena ran over to Levi and grabbed his arm. “Need you!”

You waved to Levi as he was dragged off. You looked up at Erwin and smiled. “Hey.”

Erwin ruffled your hair. “You all right?”

You hummed in response. “Kind of.”

“What happened?”

You sighed as you walked with Erwin. “Found out Hwan was just using me to get to Athena. He called me a lot of names and gripped my neck a bit. Athena heard him and we both ripped into him.”

Erwin shook his head. “What a piece of shit.”

You hummed a laugh. “Sorry, I’m not used to you swearing.”

Erwin smiled a little. “My girlfriend will tell you otherwise.”

You smirked. “I’m sure.”

He blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “So, what are you going to do with this lecture? He’s going to be in it probably.”

“Sit away from him. I’m just going to stay away from him.”

“Seems the best.” He looked over at Levi. “Looks like he wants a word.”

You smiled at Levi. “Hey.” You squealed as he tackled you into a hug. “Levi.”

He lifted you and held you as if you were precious and could break. “I’m so sorry he hurt you. I should have been here. How dare he say all those horrible things! You’re stunning, cute and sweet. I love you more than anything in this world. You are perfect and I don’t deserve you. I want to marry you.”

You blushed at his words. “Levi, I know you love me. I have no doubts about us. I’m just in shock that I was used and didn’t even know it. I feel stupid.”

Levi covered your face in kisses. “You’re not stupid! You’re wonderful.” He stopped kissing your face and noticed the marks on your neck. “Tch, I’ll kill him.”

“He’s not worth it. He’s really not worth it.”

He let out a long sigh. “You’re right.” He turned and carried you out of the building with his friends leading the way. “Let’s go home.”

You blushed a little as he carried you. “You don’t need to carry me.”

“I want to.” He squeezed you. “I want to hit him so badly. Hwan is a piece of shit.” He shoved his way through the front door and stormed upstairs as his friends went to their rooms. Levi sat you on the bed and kissed you. “Let me look at your neck, okay?”

You pulled your winter things off and held your head high. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”

Levi lightly touched your neck and whined. “He marked you.” He growled a little. “Only I can mark you.”

You giggled as Levi kissed and nipped your neck. “I love you, Levi. Thank you for making me smile again.”

He pulled back and slowly pushed you down on the bed. “Can I make love to you?”

You blushed bright red. “R-Really?”

He whined a little. “I just…I want to show you love. I want to remind you I adore you.”

You slowly pulled down the zip on Levi’s hoodie. “Lock the door.”

Levi ran over to the bedroom door and locked it. He yanked his jacket off and tossed it onto the office chair. He slowly dragged his shirt off and smiled at you as you blushed. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

You smiled and pulled your jumper off making your skin prickle at the cold air. “You’re so handsome.”

Levi crawled up the bed towards you. “Are you cold, my bunny?”

You nodded as you linked your arms around his neck. “I am. So, why don’t you come closer and warm me up?”

Levi smiled as he tilted his head. “Happily.” He pressed his lips against yours and sighed through his nose. “Mm, you’re delicious. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I’m being spoiled to get you as my wife.”

You giggled as he growled and nibbled at your jawline. “I’m the spoiled one.” You released a sighing moan as he licked your neck. “Levi.”

He kissed down your body and paused at your jeans. He undid them and slowly dragged them down your legs along with your underwear. He tossed it all to the floor and purred at you. “So soft, so delicious, so perfect.”

You squeaked as Levi’s grabbed the underside of your thighs and pushed your legs against your chest. “Le-Levi.”

He licked his lips as he stared at your pussy and clit. “What a delectable soaked in such perfect honey. I must eat you like this and then push my cock slowly into you.” He flicked his gaze to your blushing face. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”

You whined. “Y-Yes.”

He dragged his tongue up your slit so slowly it made you whimper and pout. He smirked at you and knew he was teasing. He leaned closer again and started softly kissing your clit over and over. He smiled as he felt you wiggle under him desperate for more. He wanted to tease you as much as he could because he knew that if he did, your orgasm would be incredible.

He flicked your clit with his tongue a few times making you buck a little. He traced your bundle of nerves with his tongue making you shiver in delight. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked hard. He gripped your thighs as he moved his tongue against your plump bud and sucked with all the passion in his heart. He massaged your skin as you panted and moaned below him.

You reached down and pushed your fingers into Levi’s hair. You tugged a little making Levi growl against you. You clenched your legs a little as you whined at the vibrations that went through you. Your heart skipped a beat as you cast your gaze down at Levi as he passionately devoured your clit. You mewled at Levi causing him to pay attention to you. You blushed as he looked up at you and smiled a little.

You leaned your head back as you felt a full-body blush at the way Levi looked at you. You nibbled your lip as you felt your coil tighten. You clenched your toes tightly and whimpered as you felt your orgasm rushing closer. Your voice cracked as you moaned in delight. You shivered as you felt the heat of your bliss rush through every inch of your body.

Levi leaned up with his tongue sticking out a little making him look adorable to you. He licked his lips and smiled softly. “Good? Did I do good?”

You nodded and hummed in happiness. “Amazing.”

He nuzzled against your face and smiled. “I’m glad.”

You giggled at how sweet he was. “You always make me feel good.” You cupped his face. “How about you put your cock in me now.”

Levi released your legs. “Don’t move your legs, okay?”

You hugged your legs to your chest as you grinned. “Yes.”

Levi pulled his trousers and boxers off. He held his thick and hard erection in his hand and began running his plump sensitive tip up and down your wet lips. He moved against your clit making you whine at him. “So sensitive.”

You whimpered. “Levi, don’t tease. You’re supposed to be nice to me.”

He hummed a laugh. “No more teasing.” He pushed his tip into your pulsing pussy opening and slowly pressed himself in. He held your thighs and gave them a playful squeeze. “You’re so hot and wet.”

You shivered as you felt Levi’s thick cock slowly stretch you and slide deep into you. You looked down to see your pussy wrapped around Levi’s cock. You felt yourself drooling at the sight of him slowly disappearing into you. You moaned in delight when all of him was deep inside you and his pelvis was pressed against your lips. You reached down and parted yourself to enjoy the view more.

Levi growled at the view. “Delicious, right?”

You nodded and mewled in response. “You look so good inside me.”

“I do and it feels so good to be inside you.” He leaned down and kissed you. “You take me so well each time. My cock was made for you.”

You cupped his face. “Yes. We were made for each other.”

Levi shifted his legs and began pumping his cock in and out of you. He gripped your thighs hard and shivered in delight at how your pussy walls dragged him back in. He smiled at you as he moved nice and slow for you so you could both enjoy how he moved in and out of you. He felt a tingle of pleasure burn through his spine. He was in pure ecstasy as your silken walls massaged his thick cock. He adored you and loved you more than words could describe.

You felt so delicate and loved as Levi dragged himself in and out of you. You moved your hand from parting yourself and began touching your clit. You clenched up instantly making Levi grunt above you. You blushed a little and gave him your love-filled doe eyes asking for forgiveness. Levi instantly melted above you. You giggled as he leaned down and crashed his lips against yours. You hummed in delight as Levi kissed you with all the love and passion in his heart.

Levi’s teeth tugged on your bottom lip. He smiled before pushing his tongue into your mouth he pressed your legs against your chest. He pulled back a little to speak against your lips. “I love you.”

You whimpered. “I love you too.”

“I love you so much.” He turned his head and bit your leg. “Good girl. You’re taking me perfectly.”

You whimpered. “Levi, your cock is so good.”

He panted and smiled at your declaration. “Is my cock going to make you cum?”

You nodded and mewled at him. “Y-Yes.”

“Cum for me. I want to feel the moment you break.”

You threw your head back and cried out as your wall broke. Your legs shook between you and Levi as your orgasm rushed through you. You felt like you were drooling as you were consumed with spine-tingling pleasure. “Levi.” You panted as he slowed down. “I love you.”

He shifted and released your legs so they could flop down. “I love you so much, my sweet bunny.”

You ran your hand down Levi’s chest and purred at him. “You’re so handsome.”

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair as he slowly rocked his hips against you. “Thank you. Now, how to pleasure you next.” He covered your face in kisses. “On your stomach, little bunny.”

You shivered as Levi dragged his cock out of you. You shifted and rolled onto your stomach and giggled. “You going prone?”

“Later I am, but first…”

You squeaked as Levi yanked you onto your knees and pressed his hand on your shoulder. “Levi.”

He slammed his cock into you making you both moan. “But first, my little bunny, I’m going to ravage you.” He spanked you hard and smirked at your cry of pleasure. “Good girl. Want me to fuck you and spank you?”

You nodded against the bed. “P-Please.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Levi bucked hard and fast against you. The room filled with the sound of Levi’s pelvis slapping hard against your buttocks. Lewd noises of your wet pussy taking his thick throbbing cock rang out. Levi’s elegant hand collided with a sharp slap against your buttocks. Levi’s hand gripped your shoulder tightly as he showed you the power and dominance that you craved from him. He was dominating you but you felt in control. One word from you and he’d stop.

Levi leaned over you as he opened his mouth a little he snarled a moment before biting the back of your neck. He smirked as you squealed out in pleasure as he rutted his cock into you. He grunted and whined against you as you clenched his cock so tightly with your pussy. You gripped the bedsheet hard below you as you drooled and moaned in pure ecstasy at how Levi was ravaging you. Your legs were shaking from you kneeling for so long and from the pleasure pulsing through you.

Your pussy was dripping and coating your thighs and the bed. You were drowning in your own pleasure and Levi was too. He was gripping you hard as he tried to control himself. Levi wanted to last, he wanted to make you cum a few more times before he filled you to the brim with his hot sticky cum. He released the back of your neck and knelt up. He gripped your hips and began pounding his cock into you as fast and as hard as he could.

Levi grunted. “Fuck, you’re so tight bunny.” He moaned. “You take me so well. Good girl.”

You whimpered. “Le-Levi.”

He panted and smiled. “Tell me whom your pussy belongs to!”

“Y-You!”

He gripped you. “Tell me who fucks you good!”

Your eyes rolled back. “You!”

He smiled as he felt your wall quiver around him. “Tell me who can only fuck you and make you cum.”

“You!”

“Good girl. Now cum.”

You screamed in pleasure as tears ran down your cheeks at the body-shaking euphoria that ripped through your body. You collapsed against the bed as you twitched and bucked as your nerve endings went into overdrive. You shivered and whimpered against the bed as you rode out your incredible high. “Mm.”

Levi kissed his way up your back and nuzzled against your cheek and the crook of your neck. “Want to stop?”

You shook your head. “N-no. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Levi blushed hard. “Do…do you like that?”

You smiled at him. “I love it when you fill me with cum.” You whined. “I need it.” You rolled your hips as best as you could. “Please, Levi, give me all your cum.”

Levi lay his body against yours and hid his face against the crook of your neck as he started grinding deep into you. “I’ll give you everything I have, bunny.”

You entwined your fingers with Levi’s and moved a little with him as he humped your sensitive pussy. You turned your head and captured Levi’s lips in a passionate kiss. Your tongue moved with his as you both wanted badly to cum together. You knew it wouldn’t take long for you both. You were tired and your coils were wound tightly. You wanted to melt together in a puddle of pleasure. You moved together as if your bodies were one being instead of two. You were joined together in pure love.

Levi pushed both his hands under your squished body. One hand gripped your breast as the other lightly moved against your clit. He massaged your breast in his hand as he kissed and nibbled your back. He smiled as you panted and sighed against the bed as you felt like Levi was showering you in love. His dominating persona was gone and now he was just showing you just how much he loved and adored you. He was holding you so tightly in his arms and giving you everything he could.

You both whimpered together indicating that you were close to cumming. You both gasped in delight as Levi’s cock rubbed your g-spot a lot. He was rubbing you so much that it was close to overstimulation. You arched your back against Levi a little and mewled as you felt you’d body give in to pleasure. You gasped as your walls collapsed and your orgasm burned through every inch of your body. You wiggled under Levi and mewled in delight as you felt yourself burning.

Levi gripped you tightly as he lost his rhythm fully. He snapped his hips against you a few tips before slamming his cock deep into you. His cock twitched inside your pussy as he poured his cum deep into you. His moan was high in pitch, almost needy. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and whimpered as he bucked again so he could get all his cum deep inside you. His hot pants heated your neck as he twitched above you.  

You smiled a little and reached up to pet Levi’s head. You ruffled his hair and hummed a laugh. “You okay?”

Levi nodded and nipped your shoulder. “Mm.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“Mm.”

You hummed a laugh. “Can I just say, that moan you let out when you came inside of me was the single most attractive sound in the entire world.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and kissed. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sighed as you felt relaxed and at peace. “Could you roll over so I can face you? I want to snuggle.”

Levi pulled his cock from you and lay on his side. “Okay.”

You shuffled onto your side and opened your arms. “Come here. Snuggle against me. I’ll be the big spoon.”

Levi pressed his face against your breasts. “Mm.”

You gently played with his hair as you hummed a song to him. “My sweet bear.”

“How are you feeling? Are you better than earlier?”

“I am.” You kissed the top of his head. “Thank you.”

He squeezed you and nuzzled. “I just love you so much.”

“I love you too. You’re my everything.”

Levi lifted his head from you and gaze at you with his big doe eyes. “You’re my world.”

Levi pulled his beanie down and hurried through the streets as he slowly made his way home to you. It was winter break and you both decided to spend it together as a couple. Kuchel was with Kenny, your parents went on holiday but missed you terribly. You called both Kuchel and your parents as often as possible, but most of the time you and Levi were left alone so you could be a sweet couple.

Levi jogged across the road in the snow and huffed. He smiled at his hot breath curling in the cold air. He shivered a little and looked at the house getting closer. Erwin and his girlfriend were staying for winter as well, so there were just four of you in the house. You were so wrapped up in your partners that you didn’t hang out much over the winter holidays compared to any other time. You all wanted to be with the person you loved.

He unlocked the front door and kicked off the snow on his shoes. He pulled his winter things off and slipped his shoes off. He walked by the living room and waved at Erwin and his girlfriend cuddling on the sofa. He waved at the two of them and said his hellos before running up the stairs and to the front big bedroom. He paused when he heard the soft sounds of you playing a game.

He pushed the bedroom door open and smiled at you snuggled up on the seat with a blanket as you played your game. “Tch, cute.”

You looked over at Levi and smiled. “Hey, bear! You okay?”

He nodded and walked over to you. He slumped into the chair next to you with pink cheeks. “Mm.”

You paused your game and gazed at your fiancé. “Show me.”

He reached up and gripped his beanie. “I uh…”

You placed your hand on his thigh and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, show me.”

He pouted a little. “But…you really love my fluffy hair.”

You moved closer. “Levi, I will love you no matter what. I am sure you look incredible. So, show me your new hair!”

He whined a bit. “Okay.” He slowly dragged his beanie off to reveal his new haircut. He ruffled his hair and sighed. “Here is the undercut.”

You gazed at Levi with a sparkle in your eyes. “Levi…”

“You hate it, don’t you? I shouldn’t have gotten it done. I know I mentioned it before, but I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I just wanted to look handsome for you and more grown up.”

You launched at Levi and grabbed the beanie from him. “Don’t put that back on!”

He blushed at your tone. “Wh-why not?”

You purred at him. “Because you look so good!”

His eyes widened. “Really? I do?”

You walked over to Levi and straddled him on his chair. “So good.”

He smiled a little as he touched his hair. “I’m glad you like it.”

You reached closer and whined. “I want to run my fingers through your hair!”

“G-Go head.”

You shoved your fingers through Levi’s hair and shivered as you felt the shaven part. You scratched the shaven part and moaned in delight at how it felt under your fingers. “So good…”

Levi shivered in delight. “Mm…” He closed his eyes as he relaxed. “Nice.”

You leaned closer and kissed up his cheek to his ear. “You’re so soft. I love this look on you!” You pushed his hair back from his face and blushed hard. “You’re so cute and handsome!”

Levi chuckled. “So, the new haircut was a good thing?”

“Very!”

“I’m glad.” You sighed in delight. “Can I keep doing this all day?”

He laughed a little. “You’re like a cat wanting to knead.”

You blushed a bit. “I’m not.”

He cupped your face. “Maybe I should start calling you kitten instead of bunny?”

You wrapped your arms around him and hid your face. “Mm.”

He rubbed your back as he laughed. “Did I fluster you?”

You squeezed him. “N-No.”

He ran his hands down your body. “Don’t worry, my love” he gripped your ass and yanked you close to him causing you to gasp. He looked up at you and smiled. “I’ll call you anything you want me to as long as you scream my name all night long.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Le-Levi!”

He tilted his head and licked your neck. “Or do you prefer good girl?”

You pulled your shirt up and hid your face. “N-No fair. My heart can’t handle this!”

He bounced you on his lap a little and purred at you. “Such a cute thing.” He smirked as you climbed off his lap and got under the covers. “You hiding?”

“Yes!”

He growled at you and stalked closer. “I like it when we play this game.”

You squeaked and shuffled under the cover. “Evil kinky man.”

He dove under the covers. “Come here little bunny.”

“No one is home!”

He chuckled and grabbed your ankle and yanked you down the bed until you were under him. “Hi.”

You whimpered. “B-Bear.”

He growled at you. “I’m a hungry bear.”

You giggled nervously. “How hungry?”

“Starved.”

You squealed as he tickled you and nibbled your neck. “Mercy, please!”

He hummed a laugh and looked down at you with the soft winter sun lighting him up a little. “You are so adorable.”

You smiled and cupped Levi’s face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He closed his eyes and hummed. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“And you to me.”

He lay on his side and wrapped you up in his arms and hummed in happiness. “Can we just spoon here all day?”

You closed your eyes. “Yes.”

Levi petted your head and hummed. “Your game is paused.”

You sat up quickly. “I have to save!”

Levi watched you leap out of bed and return to your game. “Bunny?”

You played a bit of your game. “Give me a moment.”

He pouted as he watched you. “Bunnyyyyy.”

You glanced over at Levi. “I’m just gonna play it to the next checkpoint!”

He got out of bed and walked over to you. He leaned over the back of the chair and grabbed your controller. “Bunny.”

You gasped and reached for the controller. “Just one more minute.”

He saved the game for you before turning on a show you both liked. “Come to bed.”

Your cheeks burned at his words. “Y-Yes.”

He lifted you out of your seat and carried you to bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and the blanket. He nuzzled the back of your neck as you both watched your shows. “Good girl.”

“What do you want to do for your birthday?”

He hummed in thought as he lightly traced the underside of your breasts. “I just want to do this.”

You frowned and rolled onto your back so you could look up at Levi. “You want to just lie in bed all day?”

“Yes.”

You lightly scratched his undercut. “You sure you don’t want anything else or something special?”

He smiled at you. “I just want a lazy day with you, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?”

He smiled at you. “Very.” He leaned down and kissed you. “I love you and I just want you.”

You pouted a little. “You are too cute for your own good.”

“That’s my line.”

You giggled as he tickled you. “I adore you.”

He wrapped you up in his arms and hummed. “Mine.”

You squeaked as he bit you. “You’re like a cat.”

“That good?”

You nodded and played with his hair. “Yes. You’re perfect, Levi. I love you for everything you are and more.”

He smiled softly. “Good. I always thought I was like a dog because I follow you around and get sad when you go, as well as get excited when you return.”

You kissed him and sighed. “You’re right, you’re a dog too. You’re just wonderful.”

“You too, my darling love.”

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