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#i re watched it 30 times and I’m just in love
lucyandthepen · 2 months
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last young renegade | jjh
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summary: your valentine’s day plans with jaehyun may have gone down the drain just a little. (okay — a lot.)
pairing: jaehyun x reader verse: canon, idol!verse rating: t warnings&tags: reader & jaehyun are in an established relationship, quite frankly there is nothing too out of the ordinary in this fic which is a shocker, it’s a rewritten fic so pls excuse any errors I may not have caught! word count: 5.02k
a/n: happy 2024 friends and family !!!!!! and advanced happy birthday to the man who created valentine’s day, he who is perhaps my first love in nct, jaehyun! this is actually just a fic I’ve been hoping to re-write a bit from before, and since it’s valentine’s themed, what better time to post it!! Enjoy enjoy, and may this year bring more fun, laughs, love (and debauchery) to this blog!
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♡ jaehyunnie ♡ I know I said birthday dinner but practice is running so late ㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie ♡ Can we meet after? I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ How about I call you when we’re done? Maybe 11:30?
At times like this, you often wonder if it’s all worth it.  
You know thinking that way is counterproductive, not to mention a little unfair. You knew exactly what to expect, getting into an under-wraps relationship with an idol, and so far, it’s lived up to most of your assumptions, and then some. It doesn’t help that Jaehyun, even just by name, tends to attract an unbelievable amount of attention. You know you can’t blame him; it’s not like he wants to be high on the radar every time, either. For some reason, though, you seem to be looking for something or someone to blame, which you also know is a dead end. You have no one to pin the blame onto apart from yourself by frequently generating doubts that keep your mind running around in circles.  
It’s not even the sneaking around that gets tiring; it’s the waiting — waiting on calls, waiting on free time, waiting on a good opportunity to do something that doesn’t involve him suddenly getting pulled out to attend to one of many of his celebrity responsibilities. Over the last few years that you’ve dated, NCT has only ever gotten more popular; with that popularity came the fact that the public eye was trained on them, focusing on every microscopic detail of their lives. Jaehyun hates that more than anything, which is why he’s given up on trying to avoid it by practically escaping it altogether, locking himself up in the dorm with you when he has his precious few days off. 
While it’s true that you definitely don’t miss having to play espionage when going out for a cup of coffee with him, you’ve also managed to memorize every single inch of Jaehyun’s room, which isn’t good for your mentality, you’re pretty sure. You have to keep reminding him to open the window whenever the both of you are in there, because all you do is stay in and watch English movies without subtitles to see who can understand the most without asking questions (obviously, he always wins) while eating food he runs up and down the stairs to get every other hour. And while him trying to imitate the British accents on these shows is genuinely funny, you’re starting to suspect even he’s starting to get tired of watching Harry Potter over and over again. Twenty hours sounds like a long time unless you spend every twenty-hour period you have together marathoning the exact same films. Much to both of your disappointment, your suggestion to watch it totally out of order did not make it cooler.
Still, you suppose it’s not all bad. Jaehyun also taught you how to play Fortnite on a couple of his days off back to back, and while you hadn’t been as good a player as you both had hoped, he’d still patiently waited for you every time you got lost on the map. He’d even given you his account’s password with the sentiment that this was him ‘taking things to the next level with you,’ and you get to log into his account and play whenever you want; he doesn’t even get mad when you’ve wasted all the stuff he’s farmed on your subpar gaming skills. And, well, the bigger picture was that you loved him. Based on how much effort he put into the relationship, plus the bonus of his trust in you when it came to his Fortnite account, you could at least be confident in that he returned the sentiment.  
Except, sometimes, you still wonder if it would be easier for the both of you if he flew solo and didn’t have a girlfriend that tanked all of his player’s ammo and health kits and generally made a fool out of his cute little avatar while he was out breaking his back onstage.  
You aren’t sure if Jaehyun’s been noticing the turmoil in you; you’re not that good at hiding how you feel, anyway, but if he has, he hasn’t said anything thus far. You do observe how much more he texts you when he has free time, which makes you feel doubly bad, because you know that he’s spending precious minutes he could be resting with on talking to you instead, which isn’t the best trade-off for someone who’s constantly busy — and thereby constantly tired — like him.  
♡ jaehyunnie♡ ___________ I’m going to practice again, okay? Wait for my call ㅠㅠ You I’ll wait for your call ♡ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ I love you ㅠㅠㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ You love me too — a lot, right? I’ll keep my phone now, but I’ll make sure to check that you said so. ㅋㅋㅋ You Right! ㅎ I love you a lot! ♡
When the clock hits 12:01, and your phone is silent, your mind starts working on overtime again. It’s only when the special ringtone you’ve set for him comes to life at half-past midnight that you break your train of thought and put on your socks so you can meet Jaehyun at your front door.  
You’ve made a rule — sort of like a deal — between the two of you that apologies aren’t necessary when work holds you up. You’ve cashed in on that deal a couple of times, but you’re both aware that it’s more for Jaehyun��s sake than anything else, and he keeps to his word on that much when you open the door and duck into his car. All he does is smile at you, and you smile back, and for the rest of the car ride, everything seems okay.  
He always asks you about your day — unfailingly, at any chance he can. It’s never an off-handed question, either; Jaehyun takes great pride in his memory, and the sweetest thing about him is that he’s dedicated a good deal of it to knowing almost everything about you. Right now is no different. He asks you about your team manager, what you had for lunch; he grills you on if you took your vitamins today and if you got to break in the new shoes you bought online — the ones you’d been pining over for the last three months. He even asks you about the guy from the neighboring department who keeps asking you out for after-work drinks.  
“He wanted to go to Hongdae tonight,” you tell him as he slows for a red light. “There’s some new pub of his friend’s doing a soft opening there tonight.”  
“You could have gone.” He keeps his eyes on the road. “I wouldn’t have minded.”  
“I didn’t want to.”
“Good.” He glances at you, a grin slowly spreading on his lips. “Because I lied. I might have minded a little. Or, you know, a lot.”  
“Don’t tell me after all these years, you’ve turned into the kind of boyfriend that doesn’t let his girlfriend go out without him.”
“That’s impossible for me, and you know that,” he chuckles. “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just not with that guy from the other department.”
“Don’t worry.” You tinker with the little charm dangling on your phone — half of a flat, metal heart dangling from a gold chain that Jaehyun had given you two years back on your birthday. He keeps the other half, but since he can’t freely attach it to any of his belongings, he keeps it wedged between the back of his phone and its case. You like watching him change the backing because he does it so carefully, like he’s worried the other half of the heart is going to break if he rips off the case willy nilly. “I told him my boyfriend and I were going out on a date tonight, so he backed off. Although he did wonder why I keep talking about a boyfriend he’s never seen.”
“And? What did you say?”
“I said it was none of his damn business.”  
Jaehyun laughs loudly, and you go along with him, but you don’t miss how tired he looks when he sobers down, the green light illuminating all the shadows on his face as he steps on the gas again.
Nothing good is open this late at night — that is, nothing you haven’t seen before. You hadn’t even expected to go out at all, but since it was the day before Valentine’s Day as well as his birthday (or it would have been, if you hadn’t waited until midnight), Jaehyun had wanted to do something special without having to run into a huge crowd of couples on the day itself. Your only option is this from-out-of-town carnival that’s set up in tents and even has a medium-sized ferris wheel by the edge of the metal barricade. The parking lot is practically empty when Jaehyun pulls into a slot; you joke that he should break one rule and park in two slots, which he smugly replies to by saying he couldn’t park badly even if he tried.  
He tucks your hair back behind your ears as he loops the strings of a face mask around them, using another one for himself. Between that and the brim of his cap, you can barely see his eyes. The only knowledge that you have that you’re walking next to the man you love is that he takes your hand in his, slender fingers finding their way between yours.  
The carnival is half-closed when you get to the middle of it; there are still a few stragglers, but half the kiosks have their lights off already. There’s a woman dressed in flashy clothes standing on a patch of dead grass a few feet away, and she’s holding a hoop that a ginger cat is jumping through. Jaehyun steers you to them, and you stand there for a good five minute watching the cat roll on the ground and stand on its hind legs, but you can tell it’s been going it at for most of the day because at one point, it just ignores the lady, opting to weave its way between Jaehyun’s and your legs instead. You do have a pretty good time when he picks it up and cradles it in his arms so you can pet it for a second, but it just hisses when its owner approaches and jumps out of his hold, disappearing behind a row of trash bins.  
Jaehyun doesn’t have anything in his wallet apart from his credit cards and 50,000 won, and the coin machine operator says he only has enough coins left to break down 5,000 won for the games, so you end up having to jog back to his car so you can fish out some coins from inside his glove compartment. You come up with a grand total of 1,500 won, and you have to sheepishly go back to the coin machine operator to change four 100 coins and a couple of 50s just to get the last 500. Jaehyun tells you to hold onto the three coins so he doesn’t run off with them entirely and leave you destitute.  
You learn you can only do three things at most — you dedicate 500 won for the Ferris wheel entry tickets, which leaves you with 500 won each. The both of you agree on choosing one kiosk to play in, and with only about five left that are open, you don’t really have that many options. You end up dragging Jaehyun over to a stall with a pond filled with those magnetic toy fish, but 500 won only gets you one fishing rod. Since it’s your choice, Jaehyun lets you play, but you feel kind of stupid doing it on your own with him just watching you. In the end, he decides to stand behind you, his arms around your waist like he thinks closer contact isn’t even more distracting. You do manage to fish out 10 fish and win a small bear on a keychain. It doesn’t even pass through your hands as Jaehyun takes it from the stall operator immediately. 
“That’s mine!” You whine, reaching out in vain to take it from him; he just holds it high over his head. His eyes are twinkling under the shadow his cap casts over his face. “I worked hard for that.”  
“Let me keep this one,” he mimics the pleading lilt in your voice. “I’ll put it on my bag.”
“You know you can’t! Give it back.”
“I’ll win you a bigger one,” he promises. “Let me keep this one. It’s cute. It reminds me of you. I’ll kiss it goodnight before I sleep.” He starts to laugh softly. “And then you’ll feel this weird spirit kissing you at like two in the morning, and you’ll know it’s me.”  
Your arms aren’t long enough to retrieve it, and you don’t really want to, so you settle with twisting his ear. He takes it in stride even if he over-acts, making pained noises while leading you to the kiosk he wants to go to. It’s a shooting range stall, and he pays his own precious 500 won for a dart gun. He’s barely paying attention when the guy starts explaining how many points are assigned to each balloon color, more concerned with talking to the bear keychain in his hand and pretending like he’s cooing at you. You have to hit him across the shoulder to get him to focus.  
“You need to start picking out what prize you want,” he tells you — the actual you, not the animal keychain version — as he lifts the dart gun.  
“I’ll wait for you to finish first.”  
“No way.” He tilts his head, closing one eye to steady his line of sight. “Pick already. Or just go for the biggest one.”
“You know that Fortnite and dart guns aren’t the same thing, right?”  
“Yeah, but I’m well-motivated.” He grins at you, one eye still shut. He looks like a baby pirate. “Go ahead. Pick the biggest one.”
“Why don’t you just shoot, and we’ll see.”  
“Pick it,” he insists. “Tell me you have faith in me. Tell me you love me.”
“Okay, I love you,” you agree. “But I have no faith in you when it comes to this.”  
“One out of two is fine,” he concedes, taking aim.  
All three of you, including the stall operator, let out a disappointed groan when he misses his first shot. His comes with a sheepish laugh as he reloads, suddenly telling you to pick the second biggest prize instead. You can’t even watch him miss over and over, so you pretend to be interested in a bunch of teenage boys playing a game of cups one stall over, trying not to giggle when you hear him get increasingly more frustrated at himself. When you turn back around, you notice he’s holding two small pieces of gummy candy, offering one to you like a kindergartener. He helps you tug your face mask down so you can eat it.  
There’s a food stall nearby that, thankfully, accepts credit and debit; Jaehyun fishes out his card to get you a corndog — only one because he’s watching his weight for the upcoming concert, apparently. This is information you hate hearing but have no say in, and he knows this; you know he does because he says ‘don’t worry about me’ totally out of the blue, like five minutes after the conversation ceases to be relevant.  
His phone starts ringing when the food comes out, and he takes a tiny bite of it — more bread than hotdog — before he answers. You know it’s Taeyong by the way he answers.  
“Hyung, sorry — can we talk later? I’m out with ____________.”  
Taeyong says something loud but indiscernible on the other end. You piece together that it’s about tomorrow’s schedule when Jaehyun speaks again.
“I know. I’ll be home in a bit; don’t worry about it. I haven’t forgotten.”  
There’s more garbled speech on the other line; Jaehyun gestures for you to keep eating, and you do, but you more concerned with the morphing expressions on his face than you are with the act of chewing. He’s making noncommittal noises in response to what seem to be commands and reminders. You’re pretty much done with the corndog by the time he says ‘Okay, hyung. Hyung — I’ll see you later, okay?’
“Taeyong hyung says hi,” he tells you once he’s hung up the phone. “He says you still need to give back that book you borrowed from him last year.”  
“Oh yeah,” you finish off the last of the food. “I’ll drop it off within the week.”  
“Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t actually mean it.”  
Jaehyun watches you snap the stick in half and toss it in the trash bag.  
“We can go home,” you say finally. His eyebrows shoot up. “You’re busy tomorrow. I forgot.”
“I didn’t forget, and it’s fine.”  
“It’s almost two in the morning.” You check your phone to verify. “You probably have to be up in a few hours. You need to sleep, or you’ll die, Jaehyun. I’m too young to be a grieving widow.”
“Let’s at least ride the Ferris wheel,” he suggests. Before you can protest, he tugs you towards the rickety contraption, digging the 500 won out of your pocket and handing it to the bemused operator. He lets you choose what carriage you want because literally no one is on it anymore, and Jaehyun asks for the best carriage. You’re not sure how it differs from the rest, but he makes a show out of guiding you into it, and you don’t miss the corny ‘my lady,’ he mutters under his breath.   
It’s small, clearly meant for either a tiny group of children or couples who want to be as close together as possible. It’s also not air-conditioned, and only one of the windows is open, so you end up sticking to Jaehyun’s arm on the way up. The view is still great, though, and you feel his hand settle on your knee as the carriage makes it slow ascent.  
The ride up is quiet, and you press your face as close to the glass of the carriage as you dare, but Jaehyun doesn’t move an inch. His hand is still heavy on your thigh, but it doesn’t do anything but lay there. When you’re close to the top, you’re hit with the urge to do something romantic — kiss, maybe, tell him happy birthday, or say ‘I love you’ to him in the most sickening way possible — but when you turn to look at him, you have to hold your tongue.
Jaehyun is asleep, leaning against the corner of the carriage, head tilted down a little. His shoulders are rising and falling slowly, and he’s pulled down his face mask a little so he can breathe better; his lips are slightly parted by the slackening of his jaw. His left hand is shoved in his pocket, like he’d passed out halfway through reaching for something in there.  
He doesn’t wake even when you move slightly so you can lean back next to him, rocking the carriage a little — not even when you reach up and adjust his head so he can rest on your shoulder. He breathes deeply, evenly, and you wonder if his ear against your shoulder allows him to hear your heart plummet unfairly to the bottom of your stomach.  
You have to shake him to rouse him when the ride comes to an end; when he opens his eyes and realizes what happened, he looks mortified. Instinctively, he opens his mouth, but you fling the carriage door open and step out before he can apologize.
You have a deal, and he knows what he shouldn’t be doing.
His grip on your hand is much tighter as you walk back to the parking lot, and he doesn’t let go, even on the road. The trip back is quieter, maybe because it’s late, or maybe because there are a ton of things the both of you want to say but can’t.  
He slows down when he gets to your street, but when he stops in front of your building, he doesn’t immediately unlock the doors to let you out. Instead, he turns to you, licking his lips a little nervously.
“Can you…” he clears his throat because his voice cracks a little on the first attempt. “Can you come back with me? To the dorm?”  
“I have work tomorrow, Jaehyun.”  
“It’s still at eleven, isn’t it? I can bring you home before that. You still have some stuff in my room. You can get ready there.”
“Won’t you be too busy?”  
“Just—” he sighs softly. “Can you? Please?”  
You don’t know how to say no to Jaehyun, and tonight isn’t a night you’re willing to try. It’s why fifteen minutes later, you’re walking through the front door of his dorm. Donghyuck, sitting at his computer in his room with the door ajar, greets you sleepily as you pass by.  
Jaehyun steps in the shower with you; you don’t talk, maybe because you’re worried you might wake the others up if you start a full-blown conversation in a bathroom surrounded by other bedrooms. He just passes you what you need, and you do the same for him, and somewhere in between, he kisses you under the spray of the water.  
Later, he falls asleep with a face mask on, and you have to peel it off for him and toss it into the trash. The tip of his nose is shiny, and you want to kiss it, but you know it’ll wake him, and you noticed he’d set his alarm to go off two hours from now. He’s set out a couple of earplugs for you so that you don’t hear it, but you don’t put them in. You want to see him before he leaves, even if it’s in the deadest hours of morning, so you just crawl into bed with him. A minute before you doze off, you feel his damp skin press against your neck, his form curled up against your back.  
The alarm never wakes you; the sun is out when you open your eyes, and when you check your phone, you see that it’s already half-past nine. You also notice that there’s nothing from Jaehyun on your screen, but you try not to dwell on that, considering that you’d been expecting to wake up to an empty bed. His side of the mattress is cold, which means that he’s been gone for some time.  
You don’t know if it’s just because you’re groggy, but your insides still feel like lead when you sit up. The part of you that nags about this relationship is back at full force when you start thinking about Jaehyun going to a pre-recording two hours after spending the last of his energy on you. You start wondering if you’re doing the right thing if it feels like you’re just dragging him down. Your heart clenches tightly when the worst thought hits — maybe, just maybe, he’s tired of you, too.
But you won’t let him go. More to the point — you can’t. He’s the best part of your life; it’d be a cold day in hell if you decided to leave him.
Even the thought of it makes you feel like dying.  
Then again, this isn’t all up to you.  
You’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and maybe a couple of frustrated tears — when the door creaks open. You see two mugs and his hands before you see the rest of him come through the doorway. Jaehyun whispers a careful good morning as he sets the coffee down on his table, making sure to push his keyboard away to avoid accidents, before sitting down next to you. You notice that there’s an envelope next to one of the mugs; the flap is slightly open, and from under it, a flash of red peeks out.  
His hand finds its way back to your knee — it’s his favorite resting place, he’s told you once. Your lap feels like home, he’d joked. Maybe he touches it every so often because it’s like a reset button for him.  
He doesn’t ask if you slept well, or if you want to get ready before having your coffee, or if you’re okay. He just squeezes your knee a little tighter. It’s you that has to start the conversation this time.
“How did it go?”
“It went great. You’ll see it on TV later tonight,” he starts rubbing your thigh idly. “You’ll watch it later, right?”  
“Of course. I’ll call you and tell you how cool you look.”  
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. When you lapse into silence again, it’s because you’re expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t come out with it directly. You try not to let it show that you’re worried, that you’re skeptical, that you’re wondering if he thinks he’s too tired, too busy for this, too.  
You’re expecting him to start how most break-ups start. You know I love you, right? And then the telltale but… would come, and you would have to hold back your tears and smile for him, and tell him you know, and that you understand it isn’t the right time, but maybe one day, someday, when he isn’t everyone’s Jung Jaehyun anymore — only yours.  
“You love me, right?”  
It’s not what you’d been expecting. Nor is it the playful little text he’d sent — no laughs, no jokes. His expression is somber, mouth pressed into a thin line.  
“You know I do.”
“A lot, right?”
“A lot,” you confirm softly.  
“Then whatever it is that you’re thinking about us,” he says quietly. “Don’t. Don’t think it. Don’t do it.”  
“Jaehyun—”
“I know it’s hard,” his fingers dig into your skin a little. “I know I put you through a lot. I know you think that I’m suffering because of this relationship too. I know everything. But whatever you think I’m going to do, I won’t do it — not ever. So if you’re thinking of it too, I’m begging you. Don’t. Please.”  
Maybe he had noticed all this time. A wave of guilt washes over you when you see the pained look on his face; perhaps you were even more transparent than you’d originally thought. You nod slowly to show your understanding, and he continues.  
“I know yesterday wasn’t the best you could have hoped for,” he carefully avoids apologizing, although it’s written all over his features. “For me, too. I… I wanted something different. It’ll be better next time. Do you believe me?”  
You hear him swallow — his nails are biting into your thigh a little, so you have to gently peel his hand off. Your fingers replace it, tightening around his palm as you nod.
“I believe you.”  
“And you trust me, right?”
“With my life.”  
“Then can you put your faith in me right now?” He asks. “Don’t panic. Just — just say yes.”
He pats around his pants, finally deciding to slip his hand into his left-hand pocket. Unlike on the Ferris wheel, he manages to extract something, but he keeps it closed in his fist. It’s shaking a little as he takes your hand in his other one, pressing something small and hard into your palm before he curls your fingers over it. His hold keeps your fist closed as he starts talking.
“It’s not immediate. We’ll figure it out. We’ll tell the right people, and they’ll help us tell everyone else — the public, the press. It doesn’t have to happen right now, or any time soon either— not if you don’t want it to. We can take it slow, or whatever. Anything you want — just as long as it’s with me.”  
“Jaehyun,” you shake your head, a little dizzy. “What are you talking about?”  
He slowly loosens his hold on your fingers, his hand dropping to the same spot on your knee. You’re free to open your fist, and when you do, you can’t help but feel a little stumped.
“I don’t mean now,” he repeats, now sounding doubly worried. “It’s not — It’s just…”  
“You’ll get in trouble. We can’t.”
“I won’t. Not if we do this right. Like I said, we can do it slowly. Months — years, however long it takes to do it well. What it is — it’s just… a promise.”  
“A promise,” you echo. It does have a nice ring to it.  
“That I’m not leaving you. Not ever. And… if you say yes, that you won’t either.”  
Your coffee has probably turned cold. Jaehyun is watching you carefully, looking like he’s trying hard not to bite his lip. You look back down at your hand, and he speaks up again.  
“You know I love you, right?”  
You smile slightly. “No but?”  
“No but,” he agrees.  
The ring fits nicely on your finger; maybe it’s well-measured from the amount of times he’s held your hand tightly in his.  
“Okay, Jaehyun,” you whisper. “I promise.”  
When you place your hand on his, he twists his palm, slender fingers gently twirling the ring around the base of your finger.  
Minutes later, he hands you your coffee. It’s sweet and milky, the way he knows you like it best. When he settles back down on the bed, you notice his eyes travel to your finger again, a small smile playing on his lips.  
Perhaps, in this moment, you finally learn to ask the right questions — not about if it’s worth it, but if he is.  
And in this moment, where he sits in silence with you, the sunlight pouring in from his window hitting the tips of his hair and the end of his nose, with the knowledge that his heart is as full as yours, you come to realize that there can — and never will be — any doubt of that.  
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charlesf1leclerc · 8 months
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KUWTL
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Summary- a night in the life of the leclercs 
Warnings- cuteness, badly translated French, talks of bathing kids, poorly edited ( like not re read so if you see some really bad mistake please tell me )
Notes - Inds- Indy’s nickname, Lily- Sicilys nickname
It was currently 5:30 on a Saturday evening and it was time to start the Leclerc family house good night routine. You and Charles had a system a system that works as sometimes it could get a bit challenging with two little girls 6 and 2 especially they were both in polar opposite stages of their life’s but vogue just as crazy in their own way.
Both girls were sat on the couch watching cartoons to entertain them. Charles was on the dinning room table looking through that notebook of his were he writes all his racing notes, you weren’t 100% sure but you loved how committed he was to his work. You were in the kitchen getting dinner ready for your family tonight spaghetti bolognese and of course you were the one cooking as well all knew Charles could not cook for the life of him. As you were chopping up the carrots for the sauce Charles got up from the table 
and can over and kissed you on the lips. 
“ I’m gonna get the girls in the bath “ He spoke rubbing your back.
“Thank you, good luck” I laughed as he walked over to the couch we’re the girls were sat
“ ok my angles time for a bubble bath”
“No papa show not done” Sicily spoke in her cute toddler voice
“ I know but do you know how fun it’s gonna be in the bath, with bubbles and we could even get some of those bath time markers out” he kneeled down beside the couch rubbing her chubby little cheeks
“ sounds good to me” Sicily smiled jumping down from the couch
“ Ind’s you too come on Cherie “ 
“ 5 more minutessss”
“ how about I pause it and we come back and watch it again later”
“ if I must” she spoke getting off the couch as well following her sister as they both toddled us the stairs. This girls were getting far to sassy for your liking.
The girls were now currently splashing in the bath with the bubbles flying around. The bath titles were covered in doodles from the bath markers you and Charles had brought in order to keep them both occupied during bath time. Charles was shampooing both of their hair and rinsing it off with a little cup filled with water.
“ look papa flower” Sicily pointed to her drawing on the tiles that looked like a blob.
“Wow that’s very beautiful” he spoke leaning on the bathtub and stroking her freshly washed hair.
“That’s not a flower, this is” Indy spoke to her as she draw a flower on the tiled wall.
“ their both beautiful flowers girls , all flowers are different” Charles didn’t want either of the girls to get upset. 
“ ok time to get out loves dinner is basically ready I can smell it up here” 
Charles had gotten both girls out of the bath and wrapped up in their little towels. 
“ Indy why don’t you go get into your pjs and wait in your room I’ll be in once I’ve gotten Lily dressed” 
Charles had picked out the cute little pks and gotten the youngest daughter dressed and her hair brushed out knot free ready for bed. 
“ ok Lily go down stairs and keep mummy company while I check on your sister” he encouraged as she ran down the stairs excited to see her mum and to eat of course that girl loved food.
Walking into the oldest daughters room seeing her all dressed in her pj’s Charles grabbed the brush and began brushing the girls long brown locks.
 “ ouch papa”
“Sorry chérie since when did your hair get this long “ he apologised
“ it just grew I don’t know” she shrugged 
“ Dinners ready everyone “ y/n called from downstairs 
“ ok let’s go eat that delicious food Cherie” 
 Indy walked down the stairs and Charles closely followed behind her. By now the time was 6:30.
 Indy walked over and pulled a chair out to sit in at the dinning room table. While Charles swept Sicily up and placed her into her high chair she has basically grown out of.
You laid the dinner out on the placemats infront of everyone. 
“This looks delicious baby” Charles spoke taking his place at the table digging into dinner.
To say dinner was well enjoyed was an understatement the girls ate every last bite and so did you and Charles although a lot of  Sicilys food ended up on her bib that you would rather she not wear as you thought she was to old but you didn’t want her to keep getting her clothes dirty.
“Papa can we finish the cartoon like you promised now?” Indy shook Charles arm in a pleading manner
“ ok girls but only 20mins and then time to get ready for bed ok” 
“ yay thank you” Indy spoke running away 
“ up papa me wanna watch” Sicily put her arms above her head.
Charles lifted the 2 year old out of her high chair and she copied her sisters movements running into the living room behind her.
Charles packed up the dishes on the table taking them into the kitchen. While you put the placemats away and wiped down the table and high chair.
Charles had started on washing the dishes and you moved to stand next to him drying them and putting them away. There did need to be constant conversation between you two that’s just how you worked you loved each others presence.
By the time 7:30 had rolled around The two girls were both back in the bathroom this time brushing their teeth. Charles had placed the barbie toothpaste onto their toothbrush and Indy was brushing her teeth while Sicily was trying to but Charles had to help every now and then.
You were in the kids bedrooms folding back the covers and trying their night lights on getting their bedrooms ready for bed. Laying out their teddies the way they liked or you knew they wouldn’t sleep.
It was now when you and Charles split up you alternated each night what girl you would get into bed. Tonight it was Charles job to but Sicily to bed and your job to put Indy to bed.
Charles had gotten Sicily into bed and tucked her in. They had chosen out a book to read for the night and Charles had sat on the bed next to her reading to her in a soft voice. 
“ The end”
“ no more papa more”
“ tomorrow night sweetie time for bed now, but first let’s say our good nights”
“ good-“ Lily went to start saying her good nights
“ how about we say it in French tonight Cherie” Charles encouraged
“ ok, bonne nuit étoiles, bonne nuit lune, bonne nuit maison, bonne nuit maman, bonne nuit papa, bonne nuit Indy ( goodnight stars, goodnight moon , goodnight house , goodnight mum , goodnight dad , goodnight Indy ) Sicily said her good nights
“ good job, ok night sweetie I’ll see you in the morning “ Charles stood up putting the book back on the bookshelf kissing her head and leaving the room shutting the door.
At the same time you were coming out of Indy’s room shutting the door as well.
“ both asleep huh “ he asked
“ yep “ you replied
“How is this how we are spending our Saturday night?” Charles asked
“Yeah but you know you love it “ you laughed 
Charles wrapped his arm around your waist as you both walked down stairs to watch Tv and snuggle on the couch before going to bed yourself.
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armins-used-qtip · 3 months
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Accidentally making Armin hard in public 😱😱
You and your boyfriend Armin both had a day off, so you were thinking of ways to spend it. You volleyed with ideas and you both opted for a shopping trip. You had told him you needed to get some new jeans but honestly you wanted to buy some new lingerie. Obviously you didn’t tell him and ruin the element of surprise.
Once you were in the bustling shopping centre you realised why you hadn’t been in so long. Your boyfriend latched his hand on your shoulder as people barged past.
“I’m just going in there, I’ll come find you when I’m done” you pointed towards the clothing shop, planted a kiss on his cheek and walked away. In your absence he went to the book cafe, settling in nicely with a book and a warm coffee.
Whilst he was getting snug you were browsing through the isles of Victoria’s Secret. A lacy red matching set stood out to you. Normally you would go for blue, since it was Armins favourite colour, but your eye was caught by this set. Once you purchased your lingerie you met up with Armin in the town centre. He gave a soft smile as he walked up to you.
“What did you buy?” He queried and reached over to peek in the bag. You pushed his head away hoping he wouldn’t see the striped Victoria secret bag hidden inside the regular clothing bag.
“Just jeans” you feigned a yawn
“Are you tired? It’s only 3 o’clock” he said as he checked his watch. You were eager to get home and show him your new purchase.
“Yeah, maybe let’s call it a day. I could come to yours and we could watch a film” you gave him a smile, trying to hide your true intentions. Oblivious as he is he agreed.
You held your bags in hand as you waited for the lift to come. These elevators were large, industrial ones meant to hold around 30-40 people. The doors opened and you two went in. People quickly started trickling in, forcing you to move back inch by inch. Soon Armin was pressed against the wall. You were in front of him, your back smushing into him. Everyone was packed like a tin of sardines. You moved your body closer to Armins to leave more room for the people around. Only when armin swallowed did you realise just how close you were.
You slowly moved your hips against him. Not fast though, he needed to think you were innocent. A quiet mutter left his lips as your bodies pressed close. And then you felt it. His hard dick pressing into the plush of your ass. His hands found their way to your waist and he stopped your movement. He whispered in your ear in a honey dipped voice “please can you stop moving like that” his voice was breathy, it sent shiver down your spine. The elevator doors shut and the large metal box jolted, causing you press against Armin again. His grip on your hips got tighter. You loved to tease him so this was a sight for you. Him trying to control himself in a lift filled with about 30 other people. “Moving? I wasn’t moving” you giggled. Honestly you were shocked no one around you had noticed. You figured you had about 30 seconds until the doors re opened.
His boner was still firmly pressed against you. Once again you started grinding your ass against him, but this time you made no effort to hide your intentions. He became a breathless mess just from a bit of friction. Just as you were about to up your speed the harsh sound of sliding doors interrupted you. You cursed under your breath as people started leaving. Both you and your unsettled boyfriend left the elevator.
He tried to compose himself as you walked in silence to the car. Once you had sat in the passenger seat he turned to look at you with pleading eyes. Fuck. It turned you on seeing him look so pathetic and needy.
“Are you okay Armin?” You tilted your head and smirked. “Y/N…” his voice cracked as he spoke. Maybe you had been mean enough. You cupped his face and brushed the pad of your thumb over his cheek. He leaned into your hands and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could utter anything you pulled him in for a sweet and short kiss. His eyes widened when you pulled away, it’s so sweet how he still gets so flustered over something like a kiss. He stumbled over his words.
“Armin. I can give you head if you want?” You said amused. His face went a deep shade of red. “Um y-you don’t have to” he was so embarrassed despite a blowjob not being something new in your relationship. You climbed into the backseat and Armin followed.
You knelt on the car floor over him. He watched as you spread his legs and moved your hands up his thighs. He let out a hitched breath when you palmed his cock over his trousers. You reached his belt and looked up for approval. He frantically nodded…..
I lost my inspiration midway through guys sorry 😭😭
If anyone wants me to finish it and post the completed version lmk
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blushweddinggowns · 1 year
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Part 1 Part 3
It was an easy decision, proposing to Steve. Party because Eddie has been daydreaming about it since they got together, but mostly because he knew there was no way Steve would say no.
No, when a guy almost dies for you twice, chooses to move into a shitty apartment with you vs maintain financial security with his rich parents, and literally says he wants to be with you forever, it's a pretty safe bet that he's not going to say no to the idea of marriage.
All Eddie needed to do was get a ring. Easy.
Except it was anything but.
At the rate he was going, the proposal was never going to happen. He had gone through four jewelry stores in a span of three days, and he hadn’t found shit. They were all…wrong. Either too big and fancy, or too plain and generic. Nothing that Eddie could see his Steve wearing everyday.
In general, Steve just wasn’t a jewelry kind of guy. The one time he tried out Eddie’s rings for fun, he hated them. He was too hands on for anything clunky, and it was actually impressive how often he got them caught on his clothes in a twenty-four hour period.
But the simple bands weren’t right either. Maybe Eddie was just an obsessive sap, but…they weren’t special enough for someone as wonderful as Steve, and Eddie was running out of ideas.
So he called who he always did when he was stuck. He picked up on the third ring, and Eddie went straight into it, “Waaaaayne, I need help. And I needed it like yesterday.”
Wayne chuckled on the other end, the sound automatically bringing a smile to Eddie’s face, “What have you done now?”
“I’m in ring hell. I’m trying to ask Steve to marry me but-”
“Don’t tell me you already bought one.” Wayne interrupted, voice stern, “Did you?”
Eddie frowned, confused. He didn’t…he didn’t think Wayne would disapprove, not after all this time. Eddie swallowed, trying to hide the hurt in his voice, “Why Wayne, is that disapproval I hear? And no, I haven’t bought anything yet.”
Wayne sighed, catching onto it anyway, “Son, I don’t give a shit about what you two decide to do. If anything, you should have locked him down years ago.”
The knot in his stomach instantly disappeared, Eddie grinned, relieved, “Okay, first of all, rude. Second, if you don’t care, why shouldn't I buy a ring?”
“Because I have one already.”
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, almost dropping the phone, “Huh?”
“Eddie, I know you, and I know Steve. I knew this day was coming and…I’ve been ready for it. It was my grandmother’s, but it’s from the 30s so don’t worry. It’s not too flowerly or anything like that.”
Jesus, Eddie was tearing up. He hadn’t expected that. It’s not like Wayne had ever had a problem with their relationship, he was beyond supportive. But Eddie hadn’t realized just how deep that support went, “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t gotta say anything. I’ll send it to you and if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But I think he’d like it.”
Eddie nodded, forgetting that Wayne couldn’t see him,“Y-yeah, sounds good. Sounds perfect.”
“Good, I’ll send it tonight. And you’ll tell me how it all turns out after, right?”
“Of course. And um, hey Wayne?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you man.”
He couldn’t see it, but Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, “I love you too kiddo.”
Eddie hung the phone up on the high, nervously excited to see thing. He watched the mail like a hawke for the next week, grateful that Steve was out when it finally arrived. He tore into the small package, like a kid on Christmas morning. Rose gold and engraved, and already re-sized. Wayne really had thought of everything.
It was the exact kind of ring that Eddie hadn’t been able to find anywhere. Pretty but subtle, perfect for his Steve. He loved it, and he was almost sure Steve would love it too. And he wouldn’t have to wait long to find out, because he was going to do it the second he saw him.
Eddie didn’t care if it was corny, he was going to be on one knee the moment Steve opened the door. He sat infront of it, his stomach doing flips as he waited. There was really no reason to be nervous, Steve couldn’t have made it clearer that he was going to get a yes, but he still was.
Steve just had that effect on him.
An hour later, the tell-tale sound of keys in the door hit him. He scrambled into position, heart racing, as he waited, stuck between being intensely excited and vaguely wanting to throw up.
“I’m home- what are you doing?” Steve stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the sight of Eddie kneeling on the floor, ring in hand.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Eddie laughed, nervous as he watched the emotions flash across his face. He had a hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling as he looked down at Eddie, waiting for him to continue.
Words, right. He had those. Eddie took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his staring to speak,
"Stevie, you are my whole world. And I don’t go a day without thanking the universe for letting you in my life, because you made it complete. I…I never thought I would ever be as happy as you make me. You were my first love. And I want- no, I need you to be my last because there is no one else in this world that I want to be with. So…baby will you marry me?”
Eddie should have seen it coming, but that didn’t stop the surprised oomf he made when Steve tackled him to the ground. The next thing he knew he was being kissed all over his face, a manically thrilled Steve on top of him.
He grinned down at him, happy tears already falling, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
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die-pink-maus · 2 months
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A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part III
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❤︎ Drawing Credits: @lettaniko ❤︎
This is part three to A Weekend in Vienna. The love I’ve gotten on the first two parts has been so so so SO awesome! Thank you guys, y’all are making me feel a lot less anxious about sharing my writing, haha 🤗
♡ PART I 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹
♡ PART II 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA: PART II 🇦🇹
TW: 18+, MDNI, heavy smut, mild sexting, mild asphyxiation, MDom, age gap relationship, dirty talk, female pronouns used, fingering, p in v, hair pulling 🤭, eye contact during seggs, size kink, quite a bit of German in this chapter
Word Count: 5129 // It is a HEFTY one guys 😅
Likes/Reblogs greatly appreciated 🥰
Enjoy! 💋
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I woke up the following morning with a raging headache and thoughts that most certainly warrant a cold shower. My mind is clouded yet again with provocative thoughts of the large Austrian military man I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, and how badly I wished to feel his lips against mine again. I could kiss that man all day and night, which appears to be part of what he seems to have in mind for me, amongst other things, as he so boldly pointed out last night. I hate that I have to spend my entire day anticipating our date later this evening, and I know Adrian is gonna have a billion and one questions about last night and what may have possibly happened between König and I. Sigh. I pulled the covers from my body and walked over to the window to open the curtains when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the bedroom door to find Adrian grinning from ear to ear with an extremely large bouquet of vibrant crimson coloured roses and an envelope in her hands. “What the hell?” I laughed. “Awww, did you get me flowers?” I teased.
“Haha, very funny.” She laughed. “I didn’t, but I have a feeling I may know who they’re from!” she shrieked excitedly as she handed me the flowers and the envelope, before skipping into my room and closing the door. “Chantelle” written quite beautifully in cursive painted across the front of the envelope. I set the flowers down on my bed and took a seat beside them as I opened the envelope. “Guten Morgen Schönheit,” it read.
“I just realized we never exchanged numbers, would love to hear from you before I see you tonight. I know roses are a bit typical, but they’re beautiful…not as beautiful as you, but close! Here is my number. Looking forward to seeing you again.
- König.”
Aw! I don’t think I can remember the last time a man bought me flowers, especially when it wasn’t necessary. He could have easily messaged Adrian for my number or have had her give me his, but I like that he put some thought and effort into it! I think I must’ve re-read the note at least 30 times, a goofy smile smeared across my face as I drowned out Adrian’s numerous questions. “Are you even listening to me?!” She asked as she shook my shoulder.
“Sorry,” I laughed. “What did you say?”
“What the hell happened last night?” She asked. See, I knew she wasn’t paying attention. “Soo…we kissed. Well, he kissed me.” I said as I felt my cheeks heating up, undoubtedly turning a bright shade of red as my mind replayed the moment we kissed by the bar rail. “How did I miss that?” She asked.
“You were sloshed.” I cackled as I watched her brows furrow. “You were glued to one of König’s friends pretty much the entire night, and telling the whole table these suuuuper elaborate stories, theatrical hand movements and all.” I continued, laughing harder as I recalled what she looked like while she spoke. “Fuck…yeah I don’t even remember getting home to be honest. I’m surprised I’m not sick right now, but I suspect it’s because I’m still kinda drunk.” She giggled. “So how was it?!? I need all the deets.”
“Incredible would be an understatement, that’s all I will say…I’m supposed to have dinner with him later tonight.”
“That’s my girl! I told you that man was into you.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I know, Adri. He’s just…kinda intimidating. I’ve also never dated a man this much older than me.” The whole age gap thing doesn’t really bother me, it’s just different! Not even gonna lie, its a bit exciting…he’s probably very experienced, but considering I haven’t slept with very many people, I am a little worried about not meeting his expectations. I also feel like I’m reciprocating his interest in more than just sex, and that’s making me a little nervous as well. The last thing I would want is to develop strong feelings for someone who lives so many miles away. Even though we only hung out for a couple of hours at a crowded bar, in between all of the sexual tension was great conversation and a medley of common interests. In all honesty, he’s really just one big, giant, sexy dork. He’s funny, he’s intelligent and well spoken, and it seems he can also be a little shy at times too, but a part of me is hoping it’s just me that brings that out of him. “I mean, I get it, but don’t let any of that psych you out. Don’t overthink it, Chantelle.” Adrian said. “Text him! Or call him, he may be on the base right now actually. Tell him to tell Horangi I said Hi!” She laughed as she walked towards my room door. “Think I’m gonna grab a couple more hours of sleep.”
“No problem girl, you definitely need it.” I giggled.
I stared at my phone, the number from the note in the envelope typed into my contacts and saved under ‘König🙈💕’. My thumb loomed over the “Send Message” button. Why is this so hard? Maybe because I don’t know what I want to say to him. Obviously I would like to thank him for these gorgeous roses, because it was just so…cute! And even though I literally know he wants to hear from me, my heart is beating so fast it feels like it could literally burst right out of my chest. I began to type, “Good morning König, it completely slipped my mind that we didn’t have each other’s numbers, I appreciate you reaching out to give me yours. Thank you so much for the flowers, they are stunning 🙈 How is your day going so far?” I took a deep breath and hit send, damn near throwing my phone to the other side of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity before I heard my phone ding. I didn’t wanna look at first, for fear of it not being him and getting disappointed, but I sucked it up and reached across the bed for my phone. iMessage König🙈💕. I typed in my passcode and opened the message. “I’m glad you liked them, they reminded me of you 🙂🌹 I’m actually on the base at the moment, finished up a bit of training with a few recruits, now I’m just in my office taking care of some paperwork. How are you?” He texted. Below the text was a photo of him in what I assumed was his office, decked out in FULL tactical gear. I’ve seen military men in uniform many times before, but I’d never seen anything quite like this. This must be what Adrian was talking about before. His sniper hood — the black cloth that draped over his face underneath a helmet, eye black smudged around his blue orbs, the only part of his face that remained visible. I don’t quite know how to describe how I feel seeing this version of him for the first time, though it’s very reminiscent of how I felt the first time I saw him at the train station. It sure is a shocking sight. Definitely adds to the overall intimidation factor that comes with him as whole. I bet it does an amazing job at scaring off the opposing side. Hm. I never really thought I’d be into the whole ‘masked man’ thing, but seeing him like this is making me think otherwise. I can’t help but fantasize about being in that office with him right now. I can’t stop picturing myself underneath his desk with my fingers gently wrapped around his long, hard, throbbing cock, my tongue gliding over his leaking tip as he looks down at me. His mask and eye paint drawing emphasis to the look of absolute gratification in his stormy eyes, while his large fingers twist themselves up in my hair, pushing my lips further down around his shaft. My thighs clench together at the thought, desire seeping through my folds as I continue to look at the picture, relishing in the various naughty scenarios being conjured up in my mind. Oh, God why do I like this? “I hope my hood hasn’t scared you off 😅” he texted, immediately shaking me out of my trance. I figured I may as well send him a selfie back, but I began wondering if I should change out of my pyjamas — a large black Nirvana Tee and a pair of panties. Maybe I can have a little fun with this. I tapped on my camera app and posed, my shirt strategically pulled up a bit to give him a little sneak peak at the red thong currently nestled between my ass cheeks. “My day is just getting started! Your mask didn’t scare me at all…is it weird that I kinda like it? 😜🙈” I texted, sending the message along with the photo I’d just taken. “Maybe just a little hahaha, but I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to wear it for you in person sometime 😉” He texted back shortly after. “Do you sleep that way or did you put that on just for me?🤔😏” I giggled as I read the text, biting my lip as I thought of how to respond. It’s obvious that his military attire has lit a fire in my core, and I want him to know, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t usually wear anything at all to bed.” I responded.
“Oh is that so? ”
“Mhm…🙈”
“You’re very distracting, how am I supposed to get any of this work done now?”
“Me? Distracting? What ever do you mean? 🤨🤭”
“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, Maus, and it’s working.”
“What am I doing?”
“Making me want to drop everything to come keep you company in that bed, and give you a taste of what’s to come…I’d make sure you woke up with a smile on that gorgeous face jeden morgen.” Fuck.
“Yeah? And how would you do that?”
“Well first of all, I’m a hell of a cook, I’d make you whatever you’d like.”
“French toast?”
“With a nice side of the best bacon you’ve ever had, along with some fresh fruit 😋”
“Mmm…that sounds absolutely delightful!”
“After I’ve satisfied your tastebuds, I’ll make sure to satisfy you in every other way possible.”
“What else do you think would satisfy me?”
“A number of things, starting with slow passionate kisses…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your lips, but I bet the ones between your legs are much sweeter. I’m dying to taste you.” My breath began to labour as I read his texts, warm slick seeping from my folds and through my panties as my fingers gently caress over my swollen clit. “How badly do you want me?”
“So bad I might rip through my cargo pants…” He sent another photo, only this one didn’t have his face — or rather eyes — in it. It wasn’t your typical ‘dick pic’, there was no nudity, but I certainly saw a lot. I stared, dumbfounded at the size of the print outlined beneath his cargo pants. I kinda figured it would be big, but I didn’t think it would be that big. I’ve never had anything that size but I got hot just thinking of taking it. Feeling him fill me up, pushing that boundary between pleasure and pain, fuck. I pulled my fingers from my panties, my juices coating them as I positioned my phone above them, capturing the strings of wetness connecting my index and middle fingers. “Komm und koste mich 💋” I sent along with the photo. “Schiße…maybe you might be the one who ends up being bad for my health 😂”
“Maybe neither of us is bad for the other…” A couple minutes of silence passed before I received another text. I figured he’d gotten caught up with work, or some…other kind of interference, but it appears he may have had something a little more serious on his mind. “I do think it is important to stress that as badly as I want you this way, it isn’t the only thing I want. I just want to make sure you know that I don’t just want your body, I want more than that.” He texted.
“What else do you want?” I replied.
“What I mentioned last night at the bar…to be able to come home to a woman as beautiful as you. I want you to be mine.”
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7pm came a lot quicker than I’d expected it to. I guess it helps that König and I have been texting back and forth for pretty much the entire day. By the time he arrived to pick me up, I was ready to go. I decided to go with a black, mid length, form fitting off the shoulder dress, and a pair of strappy black heels. I styled my hair with my curling iron and parted it down the middle, before accessorizing with a pair of Diamond earrings, and my black faux snakeskin clutch. Makeup was perfect, not overbearing but not too light either, and then for the finishing touch, a few spritzes of Chanel’s Mademoiselle perfume. I damn near raced down the stairs, waving goodbye to Adrian and her aunt and uncle before walking out the door. Butterflies began to swarm about my stomach as he and I locked eyes, he was leaning against the front end of his car, fidgeting with his keys as he waited for me. He looks even better than usual — wearing a pair of medium wash denim jeans, a white crew neck shirt and a nice leather jacket. His hand outstretched to me as I approached him. I placed my hand in his as he gently pulled me in closer, placing his finger beneath my chin and tilting upward. “Hallo meine schatz,” he smiled as he leaned downward, placing his lips softly against my forehead. “Du siehst heute Abend sehr schön aus.” He whispered as he held my gaze.
“Dankeschön.” I said, biting my lip as he leaned forward to close the gap between our lips, his kiss dripping with longing and fervour. “Let’s get going, ja?” He breathed as his thumb gently grazed against my bottom lip. He quickly leaned back in for one more kiss before we got into the car. Ugh, I can’t get enough — and apparently, neither can he.
We arrived shortly thereafter at a very nice Italian restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me before taking his seat. It’s so sad that this is the first time I’m actually experiencing genuine chivalry, but men in North America do not behave this way. If anything, majority of the time it’s the complete opposite, but I won’t even get started on all that. The waiter placed menus in front of us both and filled our glasses with water, before departing as we looked over the menus. “Do you see anything that catches your eye yet?” He asked, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as his eyes peered up from behind his menu. “Maybe,” I began, fighting back a smile as I took a sip of my water. “How would you feel about a bottle of wine? Do you prefer red or white?” He asked.
“I do prefer white, but kinda in the mood for red wine tonight.
“Perfect!”
“Everything on this menu sounds incredible, but I think I’m gonna go with the Chicken Parmigiana with Linguine Pomodoro.”
“I think I’m going to go with the streak and veggies, been a long time since I’ve had a good steak.”
“Mmm that sounds yummy too, it’s definitely going to taste great with the red wine as well.”
“Oh definitely.” He smiled as he set his menu aside, his hand reaching for mine across the table, gently holding it in his as his thumb grazed against my fingers. I absolutely adore how affectionate he is. He is so different from the man I imagined he would be. While I’m sure there’s a side of him that is ruthless and aggressive, given his profession, he’s so sweet with me, and I have a feeling this is a side not very many get to see. He brought my hand up to his lips, planting soft little kisses along my fingers. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He said “Ich könnte dich den ganzen Tag ansehen” he smiled, his cheeks adorning a faint shade of pink. Is he blushing? “Danke,” I blushed. “You look great tonight as well, the leather suits you.” I smirked.
“Oh what, this old thing?!?!” He said knowingly.
“Mhm, you know you look good, stop pretending you don’t.” I giggled.
“Hey, I admit to nothing.” He laughed as he raised both hands in defence. I laugh as the waiter returned to take our orders. “Are we ready to order?” He asked. “Ja,” König said. “Meine dame will have the chicken parmigiana and the linguine pasta, I will have the steak, medium, with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes. May we also have a bottle of red wine please?” Something about him asserting dominance and placing my order for me had me clenching around nothing. I find it so incredibly sexy that he manages to remain refined and polite, all while also being stern. That tinge of aggression I see in him when he addresses others, and the attention he commands is exhilarating. As much as I can’t wait to eat, I’m yearning to be satiated in other ways that don’t involve food.
We remained at the restaurant for another 2 hours post dinner talking about everything and anything under the sun. I learned that he will soon be retiring from the army, enjoys fishing and hunting in his spare time, and collects vintage comic books. He’s a huge fan of all things classic rock and metal, but he also enjoys smooth jazz. He’s got a soft spot for cats and animals in general. He has a 5 year old black cat named Moritz, and adopted two German Shepherds for his base as pets. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I believe we both learned quite a bit about each other, and we both seemed to like what we learned. My nerves returned as we got into his car. What happens now? I’m really trying to decide what I’d like my next move to be. Should I go home, or should I go home with him? “Two days left before you go back, right?” He asked as he turned to me, a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.” I sighed. “I wish I could stay longer, especially considering we’ve only just begun to get to know each other.”
“I also wish you could stay longer, but I assume you have a whole other life to get back to in Kanada” he sighed. “How do you feel about continuing to see each other, despite the distance?” I tried to contain my surprise as I pondered his question. I guess I never really thought he’d be interested in that, but it seems like every assumption I’ve made about König has proven to be incorrect thus far. Long distance relationships always make me uncomfortable, even though I’ve never been in one. Though I know it isn’t a relationship, at least not just yet, I do have my reservations about an arrangement such as this one. However, I do think I lucked out here. It’s not very often that you run into your dream guy on an impromptu weekend trip to Vienna. I think I’d be doing myself a disservice if I ended things on the basis of distance. “I still want to see you…I like where things are going.” I blushed, smiling as I saw excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I’m very happy to hear that.” He smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. “Sie werden es nicht bereuen, Maus.” He said lowly against my lips. I looked up at him, my heart beat picking up pace as we searched each other’s eyes. You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife, and I think at this point the only logical option here is…I’m going home with him. “König,” I whispered.
“Yes?” He asked, gently resting his large hand over my thigh, causing a myriad of goosebumps to appear all over my body. “I’m not ready for the night to be over.” I said, a devious grin dancing on his lips as he started the car. “Would you like to come back home with me, Maus?” He asked, his hand gently gliding along my thigh, sliding upwards toward my core. “Yes.” I breathed as I reached over, pulling him down against my lips. It wasn’t long before what was meant to be a small peck turned into a full blown make out sesh, our tongues massaging against one another’s as his hand gently slipped beneath my dress. He pulled away, earnestly searching my expression for confirmation to go further. I nodded and pulled him back into me, moaning into the kiss as his calloused fingers approached my soaking wet folds. “Schiße…” he breathed as his fingers explored me through my panties, an array of tiny moans escaping my lips as his thumb rubbed against my swollen nub. His lips moved to my neck, softy sucking and biting along my sweet spots as he pulled my panties to the side. “Oh Maus,” he whispered, as he slowly inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. “You’re so tight…” he said as he began thrusting his fingers. “So fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” He breathed against my lips, gently nipping at the bottom one as he pulled away and cupped my cheek. His expression riddled with satisfaction as he watched me squirm beneath his fingers. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” I moaned, as he pulled his fingers from my sopping wet cunt. “Good girl.” He praised, as he slowly pushed his fingers between my lips. I leaned forward, sucking my juices off of his fingers, my gaze never leaving his. “Mmm, that’s it liebe.” He said, indulging in the sight of me delighting in the nectar he’d procured from my folds. He grabbed hold of my chin and pulled me in for yet another kiss, but this one was different, it’s was needy and aggressive. His hand reached back down between my legs, his thumb resuming its slow and gentle dance over my swollen clit. “Such a beautiful little thing,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers reentering me, my head reflexively falling back as he massaged my g spot. “I can’t wait to pin your legs back and watch your toes curl as you take every inch of this cock.” He said, guiding my hand towards the large bulge in his jeans.
“Please König,” I begged. “I wanna feel you so bad.” My palm gently stroking against his hardness through his pants.
He smirked as his fingers slipped out of me, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He said.
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I slowly slipped the shoulders of my dress down my arms as König laid back on his bed, watching intently as my dress fell to the floor, my bra and panties following closely behind. He wandered about my curves through hooded eyes, drinking in every inch of me, his gaze growing dark as his bulge practically begged for release. I climbed on top of the bed and knelt beside him, unbuttoning his jeans as he reached for the hem, helping me slide them off and kicking them to the side. More than half of his hardened length lay erect against his stomach, peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Precum oozed from his blushing tip, droplets decorating the lower half of his stomach over his happy trail. I pulled down his boxers, jaw slack as I stared down at the entirety of his impressive length. “Fuck…” I said under my breath.
“Don’t worry, Maus. We’ll take it slow.” He reassured, clearly noticing the slight fear in my eyes. I nodded as I climbed a top his waist, straddling his hips as his hands began to squeeze and grope at my ass cheeks. We began to kiss, our bodies growing hot with anticipation, my hips gently grinding down, rubbing my engorged clit against his throbbing cock, covering him in the wetness spilling from my core. He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me onto my back, hovering over me as he planted rough, wet kisses along my neck and over my chest. His lips engulfing one of my nipples, as his hand clasped around the other, rolling my nipple between his finger tips. “Oh God…”I breathed heavily, my nipples growing hard and sensitive as he licked and sucked, gently biting and tugging on my nipple before switching sides. He began making his way down my stomach, kissing along my inner thighs before stopping to admire my needy cunt. “Such a beautiful pussy,” he muttered before hooking his arms beneath my legs, lifting me slightly off the bed as he pulled me into his face. “Fuck…” I moaned, quite loudly as his tongue engaged my nub, ferociously lapping and flicking against it as my hands grabbed hold of his bedsheets. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “You taste incredible…so fucking wet for me, meine Maus” he breathed, his breath hot against my folds as he darted his tongue inside me. “Fuck, König !” I exclaimed, the build of my impending climax growing more and more intense with each passing moment. “Let go for me, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” He growled. “Cum for me, Maus” adrenaline washed over me as I released, my orgasm pulsating through my body as he continued to suck on my hardened clit. His arms departed my legs as he lay flat and I attempted to catch my breath, three of his fingers entering my pussy, thrusting uncontrollably. My pussy squelched and clenched around his fingers as he began to curl upward, torturing my g spot as he continued to suck on my clit. “Oh König, you’re so good…I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum again, oh my god”
“That’s it, Maus.” He praised as a second orgasm washed over me, this one much more intense than the one prior. “Mmm, mein Got you taste so fucking good. Look at the mess that desperate little cunt of yours made.” He panted. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”
“König, please.” I cried out, eyes hazy from the back to back euphoria my body just experienced. “Please fuck me.” I begged.
“You look so beautiful all dripping and spent.” he smirked as he leaned back onto his heels, grabbing his thick dick and sliding it up against my overstimulated clit. “I wanna hear you beg for it, Maus.” He smirked as he continued to tease my entrance with the head of his cock. “Auf Deutsch.” He said as he leaned over me, positioning himself by my entrance before leaning down to kiss me. “Bitte…” I stuttered. “Bitte fick mich, König.” I moaned as he slowly began pressing inward. “That’s what I like to hear.” He whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching as my eyes widened at the sensation of his girthy cock sliding into me little by little. “Mmmm.” We moaned in unison, his hand clasping around my neck as he gently thrusted deeper and deeper into me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Maus?” He asked as he bottomed out in me, his tip kissing my cervix. “For me to stretch out this pretty little tight cunt…destroy your cute little hole, Ja?”
“Yes.” I moaned, growing lightheaded as his grip on my neck tightened while he began to pick up the pace. “Yeah?” He moaned mockingly. “So tight, meine liebe…fuck you feel amazing.” He moaned against my lips. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” He growled, eyes piercing into me as he thrusted harder and faster.
“God König…you’re so fucking big.” I moaned. “Love the way you fill me up.”
“Mmmm, that’s my girl. You take it so well too, Maus.” He praised as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders, my moans growing louder and louder as he fucks me senseless. Obscene noises filling the air as my pussy gushes around his cock.“You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” He panted, swiftly pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me towards him. I arched down, pushing my pussy down onto his cock as I looked back at him. His hand grabbed my hair, twisting it’s strands around his wrist as his other hand grabbed hold of my waist. He began to slam into me from behind, pulling me back against his chest by my hair. “God look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking cock drunk.” He breathed as his hand moved up from my waist to grab hold of one of my tits. My body begins to shake beneath his grip. “It’s so fucking good.” I moaned, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he fucked my overstimulated cunt, shockwaves rumbling within my core as his cock twitched inside me, repeatedly caressing my cervix. My legs began to shake. “König I — I’m gonna cum” I cried out.
“Good.” He whispered as he spanked my ass. “I’m gonna cum with you…where do you want it?” He asked.
“My ass.” I moaned, my orgasm paralyzing me shortly after. He followed closely behind, whimpering as he quickly pulled out of me, his juices splattering all over my ass. He pulled my face towards his, placing a long tender kiss on my lips. “Du warst so gut.” He panted as he pressed his forehead against mine, cupping my cheek in his palm as we both tried to catch our breaths. I leaned forward and kissed him once more before he jogged over to his bathroom, bringing back a fresh towel and wiping his cum off of my ass. “Can I get you a glass of water, Maus?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind before kissing my cheek. “Sure.” I said as I smiled up at him.
That was incredible.
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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aftercare
pairing: chris x reader
summary: chris makes it up to you after you confess that you’re not a fan of the sex you just had
warnings: fluff! care, love, romance, praise, reassurance
a/n- here’s the requested chris version 🫡🫡
word count: 512
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deep pants fill the void of silence
chris places light kisses against my temple as he rolls over next to me
“how was that baby?” he questions
i stare at him silently trying to find the words that gently tell him how i’m not really a huge fan over the whole degrading scene play
chris was for sure a switch and i loved when he dominated me but he wanted to try something new today
i never deny new fantasies, and most of the time i also end up enjoying them. but this time was different, it was too aggressive
“baby?” he speaks again
“hm?” i hum
“what are your thoughts?” he re-asks
“uhm.. i- .. i don’t think i really enjoy degrading..” i hesitate softly
“that’s completely fine baby!” he responds
“you sure?” i confuse
“yeah! i would never be mad if you’re not into something. plus i only just wanted to try it, its not a huge factor in sex for me” he confesses before pulling me in for a hug
i hug back silently.
“i appreciate you for even giving it a chance. you didn’t have too and i love that you try new things just for me” he goes on
“yeah.. i just try keep an open mind in life. never knock it til you try it” i uttered back
“here let me take care of you” he says before hopping of the bed
i watch him roam around the room as he tries to me the scenery romantic
i watch as he turns on the led lights to red, lights the few candles i bought him for christmas, and turn on the tv to netflix
when he hops back into bed he opens the doordash app and hands me to the food to choose what i want to eat
“chris.. you dont hav-“ i start
“it’s fine baby, i promise its not about that. i just want to spend time with you in other aspects” he cuts in
i sigh lightheartedly and turn my attention back to the phone to choose what to eat
after i choose my meal, i pass the phone back to him and head to the bathroom to pee and clean myself up
when i come back i see him click on my netflix account choose the first movie that i had on my list
i smile at his consideration before i climb back into bed
we cuddle in and watch the first 30 minutes of the movie before we hear the doorbell to indicate that our food has arrived
chris goes to answer the door as i stay back to continue watching the movie
when he comes back he places the food on the end of the bed as we sit up and start to indulge in our food
“i love the little moments with you y/n. you mean so much more to me than you know” chris confesses
“chris i love you so much” i say before leaning in for a kiss
to which he completes
“i love you more, princess”
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assembletheimagines · 2 years
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Hi love your writing was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x mechanic!shy!reader
Where the reader is a mechanic for the avengers but very shy and so Steve fell in love with the mechanic and always breaks things on purpose so that the Steve can see the reader
Thx
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When Steve first sees you, he stops. He stops everything he is doing just to watch you follow Tony to his workshop. And only comes back to when Sam smacks him in the arm because Steve had just stopped talking in the middle of his conversation. Bucky doesn’t say anything though, a faint smile dancing at the corner of his lips. 
It doesn’t take Steve long to find out who you are. Which is a highly sought out mechanic who Bruce and Tony just needed to have working with them. 
And you’re already working on a prototype for Spiderman when Steve walks in. He was here for Tony; mission succeeded with the only collateral being the gadgets Tony had given Steve beforehand. When Tony sees the broken pieces, he actually groans, catching your attention from the suit in your hands. “Steven,” Tony chides and now that your eyes are on him, the tip of Steve’s ears burn red. 
“Tony,” Steve says but Tony’s already waving his hand for silence, handing the gadgets back into Steve’s big hands. 
“Nope, don’t tell me, hand it over to,” Tony says your name and Steve blinks, because who? 
And when Steve doesn’t move, Tony groans again like he is the only man who can keeps the world turning. 
That’s when your hands brush Steve’s softly. He blinks, realizing you left your desk to go to him when he was staring Tony down. Taking the broken scraps into your hands as you give him a small smile. Steve blinks again, fingers twitching under your touch. You blush and quickly turn around from his stare, heading back to your corner with a small, “I will have this done by tomorrow.” 
Tony clears his throat as Steve continues to watch after you. A smirk on his face that makes Steve roll his eyes and leave. 
“You can send all the things you break to Miss,” Tony says your last name a smugness in his tone, knowing you’re not paying attention as he watches Steve almost falter in step before disappearing.  
With Tony’s instructions to Steve, Bucky thinks he’s going to kill him because now Steve is a lot more reckless with his stuff on missions. 
At one point, Sam swears, Steve walked up to his comm that had fell from his ear and stomped on it. 
But Steve denies with a smooth smile and a broken comm fiddled between his fingers, not even stopping to debrief, as he practically skips over to the lab where everyone knows you are. 
Steve walks into the lab, eyes searching for you, to your desk. 
That’s where he finds you, hovering over a magnifying glass, as you re-wire one of Natasha’s shockers. Natasha's shockers were a small disc that attaches to your skin, zapping you with enough electricity to make anyone fall to their knees in less than 10 seconds. Unconscious in 30. 
You look up from your soldering, meeting his gaze, your cheeks already turning red and you quickly look back down. Steve smiles, walking closer. 
He goes as much as to pull a chair with him and sit in front of you. Your fingers now slightly shaking as you try and pay attention to your work and not the handsome super-soldier sitting before you. 
“I have something that needs to be fixed,” He hums watching as you connect the wire together one by one. 
“You- uh, you can leave it on my desk,” you nod your head to your second desk to your left, not meeting his gaze. “If you want,” you say quickly in an afterthought, not wanting to sound rude and dismissive. “I’m busy with Nat’s shockers but then I will get whatever you need done.” 
Steve hums, his smile growing as he leans back in his chair, still holding to his broken stuff. “No worries, I have time.” 
Your hands stop momentarily, quickly realizing he planned to stay, as he made himself comfy. 
“Oh-okay.” You tried to calm your heart that was racing, hoping the super soldier with super hearing couldn’t hear it. 
The next time Steve finds himself in the lab, he’s again, not empty handed. 
His lips already showing a charming smile as he walks to you, placing a to-go cup on your desk that actually makes you look up from your computer. 
“Thought you might want one,” he says coolly, not even hesitating to grab a chair and sit in front of you, his own cup in his hand. 
You blink, lips parting a little in surprise before you nod your head, a quiet thank leaving your mouth as you take the cup gratefully. Your eyes widen then, after you take a sip, realizing he got your favorite drink. 
You snap your eyes back to Steve with a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his own drink, “what are you working on?” He simply asks. He is not going to talk about him bribing Stark to know what you like to drink or eat or snack on. 
You bit your lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, before returning to your laptop. You begin to tell him how you are developing another version of Red Wing for Sam, your eyes lighting up as you get further into the details so it takes you a minute to realize you are rambling and your cheeks darken in embarrassment as you stop. “But uh, sorry, was there something you needed to be fixed?” You stumbled over your words as you look back at the super hero. 
You weren’t prepared for the look on Steve’s face. Your heart skyrocketing into your throat as your face reddens more. 
Steve shakes his head, “no, I don’t have anything for you fix.” 
You nod, looking back to your monitor, very aware of Steve’s eyes on you. 
It’s 2 am and you’re flipping through a book while simultaneously scrolling on your laptop when Steve walks in. 
“How did I know I’d find you here?” Steve hums amused and you jump in your seat before meeting his eyes. “You haven’t left the lab since you got here at ten this morning.” He continues as he strides over to you. You don’t know what to say, surprised he even knew that. He rests his big hands on your desk and leans close, eyes shining with something you can’t quite place. “Let's go, you need to eat.” 
He doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs your hand into his, pulling you from your seat as he leads you out of the lab. “Wait, why are you awake?” You asked, looking up to him as he walked with you. 
Steve smiles, you still hadn’t let go of his hand, he presses L for lobby in the elevator with a hum. “What are you feeling? Pizza?” Not answering your question. 
As you continued to see Steve a lot more, it seemed like every mission he went on something got broken, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His smile, as he walked over to you, now even sitting with you as you worked on whatever he handed you. 
The more you hung out, the more you grew comfortable around him. 
“You know, you’re going to bleed Stark dry with how many parts he’s got to order for me to fix things for you.” You hum softly, taking broken scraps from the super soldier’s hands as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 
“Mm,” this time he hums, already sitting before you as you begin to look at the damage this time. “I think he can manage.” You giggle at his words and shake your head looking up. 
“If anyone knew better, someone might think you’re breaking Stark’s tech on purpose.” You laugh again but Steve doesn’t join. 
You look over at him again and see his cheeky grin is still dancing on his lips as he tilts his head. 
Your mouth drops a little, “Are you?” Your face clearly showing disbelief. “Are you purposely breaking Stark tech?” 
Steve’s grin turns into a smirk as he leans onto the table, closer to you. “It’s a great excuse to see you.” His words flowing effortlessly as he watches your eyes widen again. 
“What?” You squeak still in disbelief at Steve’s confession. 
“How about this,” he says enjoying that it took you this long to figure it out. “I’ll stop breaking stuff if you see me outside this lab.” He hums tilting his head again, eyes full of mischief. 
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jpmarvel90 · 8 months
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Forgotten Birthday
Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist
Relationship: Scarlett x Reader
Summary: It's Y/n's 30th birthday but it seems like no one else has remembered.
Word Count: 4414
Y/n’s POV:
I was led in bed, snuggled next to my beautiful girlfriend Scarlett, excited to be turning 30 tomorrow. She had arrived home this morning on a break from filming which perfectly coincided with my birthday weekend. I had no idea what was planned to celebrate. When we spoke about it I told her that I didn’t care as long as I got to spend it with her. I had suggested spending the day at the beach as it was a special place to us. But she had told me she had it all under control and it would be a surprise.
I couldn’t sleep as I was excited to have her home in my arms. She had been really busy with filming so was pretty exhausted. I was happy being that creep that watches their girlfriend sleep. I was admiring her beauty and taking in every detail of her face. I loved this woman with all my heart and the last 2 years we had been together, were the best 2 years of my life!
I eventually fell a sleep myself but was woken up by a phone ringing. In my sleepy state I turn over and feel that Scarlett’s side of the bed is empty. As I start to wake up, I check my phone and see that it’s 6am. Before I can get out of bed, I hear Scarlett’s voice coming from the bathroom before she re-entered our bedroom.
“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m so sorry, but I’ve been called in to work. They’ve had an issue with some of the takes we did last week, and they need us to do the reshoots today or we’ll fall too far behind schedule.” Scarlett explained whilst starting to get ready.
“Oh, ok. How long do you think you’ll be gone for?” I asked, feeling slightly sad that I would get to spend the day with her. “I don’t know. But it sounds like it’s going to be a long day. But don’t worry, I’ve still got the week off after so we can hang out then.” Scarlett responds coming to sit on the bed next to me.
She starts running her hand through my hair smiling down at me. “Go back to sleep and enjoy the day to yourself.” She said placing a gentle kiss on my lips before leaving the bedroom. I was too shocked to respond. Was this a joke? Had she forgotten my birthday? I quickly jump out of bed and rush downstairs only to see that she has already gotten in the car and was pulling out of the drive.
I felt a bit deflated, but I know what the job is like. I’m sure she’s got plans for dinner and we can spend time together then. I slowly make my way back into bed and lie flat on my back looking at the ceiling. Well, this wasn’t how I expected my birthday to go.
I must have fallen back asleep as I’m woken up by my alarm at 9am. I check my phone and I’ve not had any messages, but I know that Scar will have been busy and she’s probably just trying to get everything done so she can get home quicker.
I decide to drop Lizzie a text to see if she is free to hang out instead as I sure as hell am not spending my 30th sitting around my house on my own.
Y/n:
Hey Liz, are you free today? Do you want to hang out?
Lizzie:
Hey Y/n/n! I’m so sorry I’ve been called into filming today so can’t. Hope you find someone to hang out with.
I looked at her response disappointed. I drop a few others a text but most of them were either on set or busy. I was a bit frustrated, not one person from my friend group had messaged me to wish me a happy birthday. At least my own team love me enough to remember.
Whilst sat at the kitchen island I was thinking about what I can do to enjoy my day. I can still have fun even if no one is here to spend it with me. Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything that would be fun to do on my own, so I end up throwing on some workout clothes and heading to the gym.
I spend a couple of hours at the gym, and it helps to vent some of the frustration I was feeling. However, it as still only lunch time so I had more time to kill. Once I had gotten back home, I opened my phone to see a text from Scarlett that made my heart drop.
Scar &lt;;3:
I’m so sorry babe, but it looks like I’m going to be working here late so I’m just going to crash in my trailer. I’ll be back home tomorrow for lunch. I love you xx
I re-read the message a number of times and I really couldn’t believe it. She had actually forgotten. There was a part of me that thought this was part of an elaborate plan for a birthday surprise. But nope, my girlfriend had just forgot my birthday.
Y/n:
Oh, ok. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.
I don’t want to respond but I don’t want to be a dick, so I send a very short message and throw myself onto the couch. My phone buzzes almost instantly and I look excited that it might have been Scar. But it was just an Instagram notification. I open the app and see that my sister has tagged me in a post.
The post consisted of two photos. One of us as little kids and one of us that we took the last time I was able to make it back home to England. I looked at the time and realised that my sister would be home from work by now so gave her a call. We talked for 45 minutes but I didn’t tell her that Scar had forgotten. I just said I was waiting to see what the birthday surprise was, and she seemed happy with that response.
It was now 3pm and I had had enough of sitting around moping at home. I hadn’t had any lunch, so I decided to go out for some food. I go to my favourite Thai restaurant which is close to the beach. I decide to grab a taxi as I’m going to celebrate my birthday properly and I plan on drinking… a lot.
After I’ve paid the taxi driver, I make my way into the restaurant and the owner greets me like family, as Scarlett and I eat here so regularly. “Y/n, my favourite customer! Are you here to celebrate your birthday?!” He asks. I smile at the fact that he has remembered, but I’m also frustrated that the owner of my favourite restaurant can remember my birthday, but my girlfriend can’t.
“Hi Duan, where else would I want to spend it?” I ask giving him a big smile as he leads me to my favourite table with a view of the ocean. “Would you like a drink whilst you wait for Miss Johansson?” Duan asked whilst pulling out my chair for me. “I’ll take a beer please and it’ll just be me today, so I’ll just take my usual order if that’s ok?” He gives me a suspicious look but thankfully doesn’t probe any further.
I spend the next couple of hours enjoying my food and drinking my beer. Duan and his wife join me in between dishes and I really enjoy catching up with them both. They are a huge part of why I kept coming back, and also why it was where I brought Scarlett on our first date. It also helped that the food is amazing here!
As time ticked on, I paid my bill and made my way to a bar on the beach. I sat on a table looking out to sea and watched the perfect view of the sunset whilst I carried on drinking. As I started to feel buzzed, I thought it as best to stop drinking. Although all I wanted to do right now as get drunk and forget about my shitty day, the adult part of my brain was telling me I needed to be sensible.
Instead, I decided to just walk along the beach, and I stopped at the point where I had asked Scarlett to be my girlfriend. Just over 2 years ago I stood here and confessed my love to her and promised that I was hers and only hers. But stood in this spot now I just felt alone.
I know it might seem dramatic to be this upset about a birthday, but I was so excited to have the whole weekend with Scarlett. The last 2 birthdays I’ve had with her have been quick visits due to work. But this year it meant even more as I knew I wouldn’t be able to see my family this time. Even though I’ve been in LA for the last 8 years, they have always come out for my birthday. But this year they couldn’t make it. But it was ok, because Scarlett was meant to be here.
I don’t notice that I’ve got a few tears falling down my face, which I quickly wipe away. I don’t want to stay in this spot any longer, so I make my way to the far end of the beach where it’s most quiet and away from the bars and restaurants that line the beaches’ edge.
Finding a nice spot, I sit in the sand and watch the waves gently lap against the shore, the moon shining down on the water. I love the beach and the ocean. It makes me feel calm and at peace. It’s what I need right now. I may not have had the birthday I wanted, but at least I got to spend it at the beach.
Scarlett’s POV:
I hated leaving Y/n this morning. I had only finished filming yesterday but here I am back on set to reshoot the scenes which hadn’t come out like they had wanted. Most of the cast had been dragged to set and most had the same feelings as me. Frustration.
It was a long day. By lunch I knew it was going to be a late finish so I deicide to just stay at my trailer tonight so I don’t disturb Y/n when I get home. She’ll probably be glad for a day to herself as I know she’s been busy with her own work at the recording studio these last couple of weeks.
I dropped her a text to let her know that I wouldn’t be home tonight and when I checked my phone later that day, I saw a message from Y/n.
Y/n:
Oh, ok. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.
Well, that seems off. No “I love you” or kisses at the end. She’s definitely pissed off! I thought she would understand it’s a work emergency. We still have the whole week off together. I decide to give her a call and check that she’s ok before I head back to set, but it goes straight to voicemail. That’s odd, but I try not to think too much of it and get back to work.
Finally, we finish up the last scene for the day and it’s 10:30pm. We actually managed to finish up a bit earlier than planned but we decided that we’d grab take out together as a group as none of us had had dinner. Once we’re all out of costume the Russo brothers come over to join us.
“We both just wanted to say thank you so much for coming in so last minute today. Getting everything done today means we can keep on schedule for the rest of the shoot. Scarlett, we also want to say a special thanks to you for coming in when I know you had plans for Y/n’s birthday. I hope that you can still make something of your day.” My stomach dropped and I felt sick.
The rest of the cast’s eyes were wide, and they stared at me as I felt the colour drain from my face. “Wait what? It’s not Y/n’s birthday today. What’s the date?” I said confused, surely, I hadn’t forgotten my girlfriend’s birthday! “It’s June 3rd” Lizzie said with a shake in her voice. “FUCK!” I yell. I start pacing and now it all makes sense why she seemed sad this morning and then the text I got from her this afternoon.
I quickly grab my phone and call her, but it is still going straight to voicemail. “God damn it!” I am so angry at myself I can barely control it. “It’s ok Scar I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s probably found someone else to spend it with.” Chris says trying to comfort me. “That’s not the point Chris! I’m her girlfriend and I forgot her 30th birthday! How can I forget when I was going to pro…..” I cut myself of quickly. “Fuck she’s going to hate me!” I thought to myself.
I tried ringing again but got the same result. “I’m going to head home, she’s probably asleep.” I said, trying to convince myself that everything is ok, even though I know she never turns her phone off. “Do you want me to come with you?” Lizzie asked pulling me into a hug. I nod knowing that I need the company at the moment.
We make our way to the car and I start driving home. “How can I forget Lizzie? It’s not like I hadn’t planned anything for it. I had the perfect night planned and now it’s ruined.” I say, still trying to understand how my brain just forgot. “You’re not the only one who forgot Scar. She messaged most of us today to see if we wanted to spend the day with her, but we were all on set. None of us wished her a happy birthday.” Although Lizzie was trying to make me feel better, it actually just made me feel worse. She had spent her birthday alone. 
When we pulled up to the house, I saw her car in the driveway but noticed all the lights were off. She was probably asleep. I quickly get out of the car and unlock the door. It’s eerily quiet. I make my way up to our bedroom and open the door slowly. “Baby…” I say into the darkness. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that the bed is made, and no one is in it.
I search the rest of the house, but she’s not there. I meet Lizzie back in the kitchen, and she has a sad look on her face. “She’s not here. I’m worried Lizzie. It’s gone midnight and she’s not answering her phone.” I said panicked, running my hand through my hair. “It’s ok, we’ll find her. Where do you think she would be?” Lizzie asked, pulling out her phone to text the others.
I think for a while. When she’s pissed off, her go to is to find a bar and have a drink. But there are too many bars to even think where she could be. But she also loves the ocean. “I think we should head to the beach, she’s probably in one of the bars down there.” I say walking back out of my house to me car.
“What were you going to say when we were talking on set earlier? You cut yourself off before continuing.” Lizzie asked as we made the journey to the beach. “I uh, I had planned to propose…” I started but before I could finish Lizzie was squealing in her seat. “Oh my God! That is so exciting! How are you going to do it?” She excitedly questioned. “Ok calm down! I don’t think it’s going to happen now. If I didn’t have doubts about her answer before I do now!” I said trying to fight back the tears which were threatening.
Lizzie reached over and placed her hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. “Scar, she loves you more than anything. Yes, she will be pissed at you for today, but she’s not doing to reject you because of it.” Her calming voice helps me relax slightly. “Do you have a ring?” She asked. I nodded in response. “It’s actually in the glove box.” I whisper.
Lizzie slowly opens the compartment and pulls out the ring box. As she opens it, she gasps slightly. “Scar, it’s beautiful!” I don’t respond. I had been so caught up with work, the proposal had kind of fallen out of my mind. Which is ridiculous because I’m crazy about Y/n. She’s my light, my world. I wasn’t doing a very good job at showing that right now.
The rest of the journey is silent, but thankfully not too long. We split up and go into different bars seeing if Y/n is there. It’s the 3rd bar that I go in where they said she was in there a couple of hours ago but had gone for a walk on the beach. I grab Lizzie and head straight to our spot on the beach. The place I had actually planned on proposing to her.
She wasn’t there so we started to walk along the beach. My panic slowly growing. If she wasn’t here, I had no idea where she could be. As we’re reaching the end of the beach, I’m ready to give up but then I see a body laid out on the sand. The closer I get the more I recognise who it is. Shit, I start to run. “Y/N! BABY! Are you ok?!” Lizzie is hot on my tail ready to call for help when thankfully Y/n moves as I land next to her.
I place my hands on her cheeks, tears now falling down my cheeks. “Oh, thank God, you’re ok!” I whisper whilst pulling her to a seated position and wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug. “I am so sorry babe! I know I can’t make up for it, but I promise that I didn’t mean to. God you had me so worried.” I ramble into her neck not letting her go. Y/n doesn’t say anything, she just hugs me back. “I no there is no excuse for forgetting your birthday, especially your 30th. All I can say is I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m here now” I’m pleading with her now, but she pulls away from my hug.
“It’s not my birthday Scar.” She says simply, not making eye contact. “What do you mean?” I asked confused. She looks at her watch and says, “well as of 27 minutes ago, it stopped being my birthday.” I hadn’t realised the time. I didn’t make it. I turn her face towards me, and I can just see the hurt in her eyes. “Please talk to me” I say.
She takes a breath before speaking. “I don’t know what to say Scar. I know it’s just a birthday, but no one remembered except my team and my sister. Even my parents forgot. But I could cope with that, because the only person I wanted to spend my birthday was with you. But I get it, work is important.” My heart broke right there on the spot. Tears slowly fall down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and stood up breaking away from my arms.
“Y/n, please wait. Don’t go.” I said, reaching out to grab her arm. I look at Lizzie and she is shaking her hands at me to do something. Luckily Y/n stops, so I walk in front of her. She’s a couple of inches taller than me, so I reach up and lift her head that was hanging towards the floor, my hands resting on either cheek.
“Y/n, nothing is more important to me than you. I know today I haven’t exactly proven that to you. I let work get all too consuming and I forgot the most important day of the year. I had all these things planned for your birthday. I really did. But I ruined it and I don’t know if I can fix it.” I said sadly. “What did you have planned?” She asked me, looking up at me now.
“I was going to make you breakfast in bed, obviously pancakes, your favourite. Then I had hired a boat for us to take out into the bay so we could snorkel and swim out in the ocean. For dinner I was going to take you to Siam Thai, as I know that’s your favourite and then I wanted to end the night at our spot on the beach to watch the sunset and…uh yeah…” I trailed off at the end, not wanting to mention the proposal.
“That sounds like a perfect day. All my favourite things with my favourite person” Y/n whispered with a small smile on her face. “I think maybe now’s the time Scar.” I heard a voice behind me and forgot that Lizzie was still here. “Really, now when I’ve screwed up so badly.” Lizzie shakes her head and Y/n squeezes my hand. “What are you two on about?” She asks with a confused look on her face. I look back to Lizzie and I see her shake her hand at me with the small black box in it.
I nod and she quickly throws it in my direction. “This wasn’t how I wanted this to happen. It was meant to be perfect, but I love you and I hope this might make you realise how much and that I really am all in with you.” Y/n still has a confused look on her face unsure what is happening. I take a deep breath.
“I had planned for me to do this at our spot with the sun setting in the background, but this is romantic too with the moon reflecting on the water. We’ll just pretend that Lizzie isn’t creepily stood behind that tree.” I said, causing us both to laugh. I looked over a Lizzie again and she has her phone out recording.
“Y/n, baby. June 3rd is my favourite day, because it was the day you were born. The world became a better and brighter place on that day because you came into it. I love this day because it lets me celebrate the person that I am madly and deeply in love with. These last 2 years have been the best of my life. When I’m with you I feel safe, protected, loved and unbelievably happy. You have taught me how to love myself again whilst you have shown me unconditional love. The days when I am away from you, I crave to be with you. With you I want for nothing. Because you are all I need. But today, well yesterday technically, I was the worst girlfriend to you. I made you feel forgotten and unloved, which I hope you realise, you never are. I know I don’t deserve you because you deserve to be given the world and I failed to do that for you. But I hope you can forgive me and see that I am stood here in front of you, giving all of me to you. Now I had planned to do this on your birthday, because I wanted to show how, for me, it will always be you. I wanted to celebrate you by giving you a gesture of how unconditional my love is for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n. I want to have a family with you and grow old with you.” I let go of Y/n’s hands and get down on one knee in the sand. I open the ring box before holding it out in front of me.
“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, would you do me the greatest honour of marrying me?” I feel like I’m holding my breath as I wait for her to answer. Her hands fly to her face and I can see the tears in her eyes. She bends down in front of me and pulls me into a loving kiss. It is different to any kiss we’ve had, full of every feeling we want to say.
She pulls away and I find myself chasing her lips. I open my eyes when I hear her chuckle. “Yes, of course I will marry you! I love you” She responded with the biggest smile on her face which mirrored my own. I grabbed the ring and placed it on her finger. It fitted perfectly. She looked down and admired it before pulling me back into a passionate kiss, knocking me onto the sand.
“You know, I think I like this spot better than our other, it’s much more secluded.” I whisper seductively into Y/n’s ear. She giggles as she straddles me going back in for another kiss. “It’s not entirely secluded right now!” We hear Lizzie yell from her spot by the tree. Both of our faces go red with embarrassment. Y/n stands up and holds out her hands for me to take. She pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear. “We can come back tomorrow.”
I can feel my cheeks go an even darker shade of red as her lust filled eyes meet mine. We made our way over to Lizzie who squealed and jump at both of us. “Yay! I’m so happy for you both! Congratulations!” She said holding us both in a tight hug. We talked for a while before making our way back up to the car park.
We gave Lizzie a ride back home and then made our own way back. Whilst driving, I had my hand on Y/n’s thigh. Every chance I had I would steal a look or a kiss, when we were at a red light. I couldn’t get enough of her.
That week I made sure to make up for forgetting Y/n’s birthday. Our friends had arranged a surprise belated birthday/engagement party and I managed to fly Y/n’s family out to celebrate too. Although Y/n forgave me, it took me a while to forgive myself. I promised that I would never let me fiancé believe she was forgotten or unloved again.
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adviceformefromme · 1 year
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2023 EAT YOUR HEART OUT.
As we’re approaching a new year, I’m gonna need you hunnies to seriously step things up a notch if you want to bag the life of your dreams in 2023. No more half-arsed manifesting, sometimes-do-affirmations, sometimes-forget. Do you really want that Pinterest board life you’ve been wishing and waiting for or do you want another year watching others thrive while you're stuck on the sidelines? 
Now is the time to get it together once and for all and make 2023 the year of ENVY. And by that I mean you live a life so fucking INCREDIBLE that it would make other people actually hate you. (I know that sounds incredibly toxic, and that’s not the energy we promote, but I got to stir up that fire in your belly so you know we are not coming to play this year). EVERYTHING, and I mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G is there on the table for you. Everything you desire. You just need to align with it. It’s truly that simple.
Here are the two steps.
Step UNO. You carve out a minimum of 30 mins of your day, EVERY SINGLE day to get into the flow and FEEL. You’re re-programming all those old raggedy stories in your mind that have been keeping you stuck with a new upgraded 2023 winning version. What are your old stories? What broken record is playing on repeat in your mind holding you back from your dreams? Get crystal clear on what your shackles are and break free from the old you by feeling into your new life. The more you feel into your desires, the more neural connections your brain makes with this feeling and hardwires this into your reality so the 3D has no choice but to respond. 
Firstly, you need a blueprint. You need this written out. This a first person statement of the new version of you. 2023. Go into fine details. Write as much as you can about the new you. How does she spend her morning, who does she spend her days with, how does she feel each day, what car does she drive, how does she deal with conflict, where does she live, write as much as you can. Play some beautiful music as you write, burn a little candle or incense for aroma. This is a pre-new years declaration of the woman you truly are. You need to sign and date it. This little declaration is putting out the new version of you into the universe. You want to keep this safe as this is something you can reflect on when it's time to share your success story.
Secondly you need images, a vision board something you can see everyday that can become hardwired into your brain as your new reality. As you look at the images you need start feeling. Each image should evoke a feeling. And as you visualise and feel, on repeat each day - your mind is creating a path for you. Situations and circumstances will align with what you think and feel. You’ll also have your pain points, feelings that constantly imprison you every time you try to succeed, probably the same feelings and thoughts that have prevented you from winning in 2022 but it’s a new fucking year and you’re about to break free from the old mindset that’s kept you caged for all these years. 
Example: If you’re manifesting love, but every time you meet a guy you feel hurt and abandoned to the point where you are constantly re-playing old stories with new men, you’ll need you to try extra hard in those 30 mins each day to feel the opposite. You need to hardwire the new feelings of being cared for, being loved, feeling safe - everything the opposite of what you currently feel. You need to get so familiar with these new feelings of being desired and chosen by a man so that your whole being is completely flooded with the new story, so much so it completely drowns and suffocate the old tale you've been telling yourself, so it has no space to breathe and plague your new life you’re creating. 
Step DOS: Now, once you're in the driving seat, the universe gonna test your little ass and start sending you signs. You might have an interview for your dream job out the blue. Do you go back to your old basic bitch thinking of ‘oh, I’ll never get that job because I am so stupid I don’t even know why they're interested in me, meh meh meh’ or do you show up as your 2023 baddest bitch of the year and OWN the interview and bag the job? So look out for the signs and tests. And remember when you’re being tested your old programming is gonna want to re-emerge with new strength even though you been drowning those old thoughts. But the test here is how much do you truly love yourself, how much effort are you prepared to put in to OVERWRITE the old story? As you get tested GO HARD on the FEELINGS you desire. IGNORE the 3D. If you’re getting rejected from jobs PERSIST. If you’re attracting low effort guys, PERSIST with your dreams of love, do not settle. Again for those who didn’t hear in the back THE 3D MEANS NOTHING, persist with your desired feelings. It's like playing Mario Cart and you need to get to the next level. Break free from the old story with the new programming to get to your next level.
FINAL NOTE: 
There are so many different ways to FEEL your desired state, to tap into your desires. Visualisation, subliminals, scripting, guided meditation, journaling, Pinterest boards, affirmations, recording yourself and playing a loop, dancing and visualising, whatever works for you stick with it and repeat. It doesn’t matter how you start to FEEL your desired state, the most important thing is that you dedicate time each day to FEEL. You want to hardwire your new feelings into your brain so they become your new autopilot. So you automatically feel your desired state, day in day out. I promise you the more you do this, the more the 3D will have no choice but to reflect your new inner reality. Your outer world will reflect your beautiful inner world you’ve created. So now it’s on you. Do you really love yourself enough to make the effort to make 2023 the year of DREAMS COME TRUE? 
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judysxnd · 11 months
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I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITINGS ❤
Can I request a pedro × reader?
It's few months into the relationship and pedro , being a bad sleeper , one day woke up from a terrible nightmare . The reader is up so she calms him down and pedro hugs her and tell her ( I love you ) for the first time .
Thank you so so much❤️ it means SO much🥰 love the request, it’s going to be so intimate!! Hope you’ll like it!!
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Today has been a long day for Pedro. Waking up at 6am, driving an hour and half for the interviews to promote the last season of the Mandalorian, having lunch at almost 2pm, going to the gym after, and then an appointment with his agent. It was a pretty busy day. As for you, it was a normal work day.
He finally came back around 7:30. You were waiting for him in the living room, scrolling on social media. When you heard the door opening, you stopped what you were doing and went to see him.
“Hey baby” you said shyly, smiling
“Hi angel” his face lit up when he saw you. His movements were slow, kicking his shoes off and putting his stuff away. As he was very happy to finally be home and see you, he was extremely tired. It hit him as soon as he opened the door.
“You look tired” you said, going to hug him. His entire body relaxed as you wrapped your arms around him.
“I’m more than tired” he sighed, holding you tight.
“Yeah I bet you are. Are you also hungry? I was waiting for you”
“A little yeah”
“Uber?”
“Hell yeah. Too tired to cook anything”
“Okay. I’ll order, go take a shower, okay?” You slightly parted, looking at each other.
“You’re too good for me mama” he leaned down to kiss you.
So Pedro went to take his shower. He food arrived right after he joined you in the kitchen. You quietly enjoyed your food and went to bed right away, watching a movie. As you expected, five minutes into the movie and Pedro was dead asleep. You kept watching the movie, it was very interesting.
Trapped in a house. All exists are absolutely no use. The front door? Three steel bear traps. The two French windows in the back? Electric wires in front of them. The windows? Barriers blocking them. The only possible exit are the skylights, but the roof is too high, and it’s not discreet enough to escape the monster. Because yes, there is a monster chasing the man. Nonstop running, going from one hiding spot to another. Sweating, out of breath, unable to run properly, nothing to defend himself. The man goes in a roof, but the monster sees him, so he goes back inside. It’s too dangerous to jump. But there’s something missing. He wasn’t alone. He knows that his girlfriend is missing. He also feels that he is alone, no family anymore. Like they were all gone, they were not existing anymore. The pics on the wall show no face except for the man. He still remembers everything, but- but the pictures? He is alone. Faces erased. What is happening? Oh no, the monster is close. He can hear his heavy breathing. Will he see him in the closet? Oh- yes he did. He swung the door opened. The monster growls, and is about to throw his hands on the man.
Suddenly Pedro wakes up screaming, heavily breathing. It scared you. You sat up next to him, caressing his back, holding his hand
“Wh-What happened?” Pedro asks, still shocked.
“It was a nightmare Pedrito, it’s okay, it’s not real”
“It-It” he paused a second, catching his breath “it felt so real” he put his hands on his face.
“It was not”
“Everyone was-” he couldn’t even say it
“It’s okay, look at me” you put your hand in his cheek, turning his head so that he would look at you. “Look at me, you feel this?” You said touching his hand, his arm, his face. “I’m real, it’s real” you said, making him look around you. He looked at you, not saying anything. You could see his chest moving a lot has he was still out of breath. He suddenly hugged you. “See? I’m real” you added again, hands on his back.
“It was awful, I can’t even describe it”
“Then don’t. Just know that it’s not real. I’m here. I’m real, you’re real.”
“I love you so much” you heard him say. You were surprised, for sure you didn’t expect it. It was the first time either of you said it. Being only together for a few months, it is expectable. You felt butterfly in your stomach. There he was, in pure shock, and saying I love you. It was the purest moment. You let go of him, staring at him, your hands on his cheeks.
“I love you too” you kissed for some time. “Come on, let’s go back to sleep” you turned the tv off. You started to lay down on your side, but Pedro grabbed you.
“Can’t sleep without feeling you corazón, you’re the one keeping me sane” you turned to face him
“I’m not going anywhere.. cariño” he smiled. You hold his hand. “It was just a nightmare. This- This is real” you snuggled right to him, and both fell asleep.
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bronx-bomber87 · 3 months
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Happy Wednesday Fandom. We’ve reached THE episode. Sorry little later than usual. Life didn't understand I had a review to do ha I remember not knowing what this ep would quite be. When it was done I had to pick my jaw off the floor. I was in utter shock and felt like a fever dream I was watching. Like did that really just happen? Was that real life? It’s was so exciting to have the payoff.
Even if it felt like it wasn’t real LOL Did my damn best to get everything in. I feel like I’ve become really good at this gif puzzle but eps like this really pushes me to the limit ha. God bless the gif website I found or I would be screwed haha Let’s get this started :)
5x08 The Collar
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Aaron wants to shadow Angela and Harper today. He is looking into being a detective someday. So Grey re-assigns him to them and Lucy to Tim. Telling her she’s back on gopher duty. They could not be MORE suspicious or obvious if they tried my god. You know Grey knows his question about riding together is making them more uncomfortable. It's hilarious really. Trying to get them to out themselves. Instead they’re just little awko tacos staring at each other bumbling around.
He knows they’re lying with their 'No's' But he also doesn’t care. LOL They’re riding together whether they like it or not. It's amazing with their lives on the line with UC their ability to lie is amazing. Flawless really. Having to deal with their still weirdness and not show it? Abysmal. Such bad liars in this scene holy hell. The amount of awkward in this 30 seconds floors me.
From the minute Grey suggests they ride together they’re awkward dorks. Ones who don’t know complete sentences or words. This scene says so much with saying so little at the same time . There’s a reason they’ve stayed away from each other. This moment right here. They’re so very aware if they are back in a shop together everything they’ve been avoiding will come rushing back. Such a strong start to the ep for them though. Enjoyed their discomfort so much ha
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We start out with them in the shop being awkward af. I loved the shots in this one and their opening one is great. With the cams coming to life and their day starting. Lucy of course is the first the break the silence. Asking him how single life is? He tells her really nice. How he didn’t have to deal with anyone complaining about him watching football all day.
Lucy giving him crap of course about never leaving the house. Things maybe weird between them but their comfortable banter hasn’t suffered. They fall right back into it with this scene. That married energy they have coming right back into play here. Gah they just balance each other out so well it’s insane. Haven’t had a couple this in-sync since Caskett on Castle.
I love him being a hermit though. He earned it after Ashley. He did whatever she damn well pleased for months. You stay home and watch your football babe. You earned it after that disaster of a relationship. Tim does defend himself a little saying he took Kojo out LOL I consider that going out too when I’m needing a hermit day. I'm with you on this Tim.
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I love the affectionate way Lucy says he’s hopeless. That’s the beautiful thing about Lucy for Tim. Yeah she gives him crap but she fully loves that man for who he is. She would spend a day being a hermit with him just because it made him happy. D just wrote an amazing fic on that concept actually. (You should read it so so good) Lucy loving and accepting him for who he is and not condemning him for it. Yeah she’s teasing him for being ‘hopeless’ when really she is so fond of who he is as a person. Loves that man inside and out. You can see the adoration on her face when she delivers that line.
Just love the idea of them having lazy Sundays together now. Lucy indulging his hermit ways when he needs it. No doubt Tim indulges when she wants to be out. Because their partnership is a balanced one. Gah I love them. Chris FaceTimes her and Tim looks over and makes a face LOL god damn I love this man. Chris asks her if she’s busy? She says no…but seems not at ease with this phone call. Lucy asks where he is? He tells her an open house…They could not be more opposites in this moment. They spoke earlier about moving in and Chris jumped the gun to houses. Sprinting toward a future she doesn't want.
Lucy wasn't even on board for moving in...She is looking so very panicked. He’s going on about how it needs work but is 3 bedrooms. Tim’s interest now has been piqued and it’s stressing Lucy out for a couple reasons. She is no where near ready for this step and he’s gunning to a house. Second Tim can overhear this adding another level of stress. She doesn’t want Tim to think they are there. Because well they aren’t….Lucy cuts the phone call off abruptly. Asks if they can talk later? Chris being the clueless oaf he is doesn’t pick up on her stress at all. He says 'love you' and she says nothing in reply just ends the damn call LOL
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Tim asks if they’re moving together? Lucy looks even more distressed after the phone call. Her body language screaming she’s being dragged into this situation. Kicking and screaming really. Lucy tells him no…Tim follows up with ‘He seems to think you are…’ Lucy is having a panic attack right now when he says that. The way she puts her hand on her chest. Trying to relieve the building pressure of this whole thing. Now there’s a girl ready to move in with her BF…. She seems so rattled the entire conversation with Tim.
Lucy continues on that he kind of sprang it on her this morning. He can read her discomfort like a book. So he continues his line of questioning. Which is unreal because you know the shop is a personal life free zone right Timothy? The fact that he’s the one pursuing this conversation. Being the one to ask the questions. My god how far we’ve come it’s crazy. He can tell how unsettled she is. The way he’s analyzing her and looking at her tells him everything he needs to know.
Yet he asks her ‘You guys are happy right?’ Lucy does a very unenthusiastic ‘Yeah we’re happy…’ Tim presses on like a devils advocate that is making her panic worse. Saying if that's true this is 'The next obvious steps for them then.' Lucy continuing her fake streak saying they’re “super happy.” Ok love sure you are…As she says this she is rubbing the crap out of her tattoo. Just being a lying liar who lies right now. They get a call before the convo continues on.
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Everyone gets involved in a stop Nolan and Celina have. She has a bomb collar around her neck and she becomes the focal point for everything. The tension and writing leading up to them getting her to that parking lot in immense. Even though I've seen this episode many many times that portion always gets me. It’s so sad how afraid she is and her re-evaluating her life cause of it. How empty it feels now.
Pam and John talking was heartbreaking. How all she wanted was for her mom to know she loved her ugh. Sadly she ends up dying and that’s where this scene begins for them. I truly think this SL was a motivator for Tim. One of the reasons for where we head in this one. Because it’s so easy to get bogged down with life. To fall into the going through the motions. To have regrets with having a comfort zone. Tim taking a shot based off that.
Lucy expressing how she is feeling. It was upsetting to watch as a viewer. I can’t imagine being there watching that unfold. Tim being her sounding board. Knowing how upset she is right now. Giving her feedback on what he thought was the killers motive. Talking this out because he know it'll ease her mind. Then stupid Chris calls. Blind as a bat couldn’t read Lucy if his life depended on it.
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He’s not calling to see if she’s ok or how she’s doing. No he’s calling about a f*cking house. She could not be more distraught right now. What does this tool bag do? Bring up listings. I love how Tim’s eyes pan over to her. Checking in on her emotional state. Seeing she is so distraught. It’s very obvious she is upset and this is the last thing she wants to be talking about. This moment is opening her eyes to who Chris is as a person. She isn’t liking what she sees.
Her ‘wow’ sounds like she is trying to stop herself from going off on him. So ignorant and oblivious to her and what she needs right now. Lucy already wasn’t on board with this which he didn’t see. Now she’s rattled from their current case and this mofo is sending her house stuff. Lucy can’t even process this right now. Tim being her absolute hero and hearing her silent screaming bails her out. “Yelling” at her to get off the phone. Hate his line ‘He’s in a mood.’
No you’re a clueless insensitive idiot. Who he is currently saving her from. He presses about that damn listing one more time before she hangs up. Haven’t wanted to sucker punch him this badly since 4x17. Lucy can finally breathe when they hang up. She looks to her rock and says ‘Thanks.’ A very loaded and grateful one. Tim giving her the sweetest look. Fierce protector reporting for duty. Putting her first in this moment and saving her from that convo going further.
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I LOVE how Tim is constantly watching and checking in on her in this episode. He handles this whole thing so well. He’s not a dick telling her to dump Chris. He’s so so god damn attuned to her emotionally. It shows so very much in this episode. Lucy loves to talk things out and yet she keeps avoiding it in this episode. Avoiding truly getting to the root of why she’s feeling the way she is.
Which is fascinating considering that’s her jam. Analyzing and breaking something down. Digging deep to see why something is the way it is. Yet on this one she is avoiding it and Tim gets her to face it. He even gives her an out if she needs it. Telling her if she doesn’t want to move in with Chris she doesn’t have to. Tim just got out of a ‘moving through the motions.’ relationship. His POV on this is excellent.
He doesn’t want to see her settle or be forced into anything she doesn’t want. Just because Chris is ready and wants it. Lucy finally starts to talk about it. Saying why doesn’t she want to move in with him? Telling Tim they never fight. Thats a huge red flag if you ask me Lucy. That’s not healthy at all. Tim telling her maybe that’s the problem here….
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It’s this next line above that really gets Lucy’s thoughts in motion. Tim just did a mind f*ck when he asked her this. You can see the realization washing over her in that second gif. Because he’s not wrong. You fight because it is worth fighting for. Chris has always been this blah middle of the road nothing for her. Was a BF? Yes. Was he decent? That’s debatable…
Chris was just there as a safety net for loneliness. Now that he’s becoming more than that it’s becoming a serious issue. One she can't ignore anymore. All their glaring problems coming to light in this moment in her mind. Tim is talking her through this (which I can't get over.) With the most perfect mixture of empathy and logic. She’s slowly realizing he is NOT worth the bother.
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Tim is not only pointing this out but with massive heart eyes. Telling her she deserves someone who’s worth the effort. Pre-laying all his cards on the table in this moment. She can’t break the eye contact with him after he says this. Knowing what he means by this statement. This entire episode is him being Tim ‘I’m worth the effort’ Bradford for her. The more she looks at Chris the less she likes it.
The more she looks at Tim the more she knows he’s the one. And that scares her to death. God I love him stepping up and guiding her like this. Not only that but talking her though this whole thing. Something that he avoided like the plague in 3x09. Shaking closure and talking off and saying it was useless. Here he is talking her through this crisis she is having. He’s crushing it too btw. Such an iconic line for them for so many reasons. This makes me squee still rewatching it.
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Before their convo goes any further they spot a second person with a collar. This guy is way more aggressive about saving his life. Pulls off and finds some sheers. Saying he’s not waiting around to die. Tim immediately grabs Lucy and heads for cover. It’s the way he holds her and shields her at the same time.
That’s his whole world right there. He would take the heat of a thousand bombs to protect her. Tim has a one track mind in this moment. He’s not thinking Lucy can handle herself. Or she is capable of getting to cover on her own. No he’s thinking that’s the woman he loves in front of a bomb.
It changes his entire perspective. So he full on grabs her and places his body between her and the bomb. Thats his first instinct to throw himself between her and harm. Gah it’s so good and just feels like more in this ep. Proving to Lucy over and over in this one she is worth the effort to him. Fierce protector front and center.
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We catch them back in the shop trying to figure out next moves about this next bomb. Chris texts her another listing... In an area she CLEARLY doesn’t want to live in. Tim can’t stand to watch her suffer any longer. He is as straight forward with her in this moment as I’ve ever seen him. He knows she has been on edge all day. From the case alone.
Now she has Chris making matters worse with each interaction. She looks so upset when Tim asks her if she loves him? Noting that 'He clearly loves her.' His growth I talk about a lot and it’s episodes like this that truly show it. Look at this man pressing her to talk about this. He knows she’s in her head and talking it out always makes it better. Tim knows this about her and is pursuing it for that reason.
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Lucy has been running from her feelings for Tim for quite some time. She low key knew about them in s4. Then 4x21 happened and they imploded on her. Hitting her like ton of bricks. This moment is her ‘Come to Jesus’ moment about Chris. Also about her feelings for Tim. Saying out loud she SHOULD love him. That he’s great in so many different ways and yet…
It’s hitting her in this very moment she can’t love Chris because she loves Tim. Because that man is and NEVER will be Tim Bradford. He will forever pale in comparison to the man sitting to her left. Tim is the most important person in her life. It’s just hitting her like a freight train what’s happening. I love how she trails off as she comes to this conclusion. The way she looks at him when she comes to this realization.
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Doesn't take much for Tim to see what she almost said to him. Lucy says enough that Tim knows what she is saying in this moment. The way he looks at her after her almost confession. my heart. I think this scene is another catalyst to their ending scene. I remember watching this scene and saying ‘You’ for her and squeeing my head off. Because she just basically admitted to not only herself but to Tim. That Chris is not Tim. He never will be…They both know it at this point. He is not 'You' is where she was headed and they both are aware of this.
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We’ve reached THE scene. The scene that changed all of our shipper lives. heh Lucy coming up saying she needs to talk to him. Her rubbing that tattoo of hers before she sits down. Tim making a crack about Chris wanting to live in some remote place. I don’t know anything about CA but I imagine that city he listed isn’t great ha
Lucy says ‘No…’ Tim goes right at it telling she just doesn’t want to admit it’s not working. He asks her why she is doing this? When she is clearly so VERY unhappy about this development. This entire episode she spent stressed and on edge about Chris. Asking her if it's the guilt about Rosalind?
Lucy tries to pull a Tim and deflect. Bringing up Ashley and staying in a relationship too long. Tim does not let that fly for one damn second. Continues his assertive comments with her. He gets so worked up when he cuts her off about it above. That this isn't about him. Telling her she’s just hiding in this relationship because she’s scared.
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It’s here Lucy blows his damn mind with her reply. Airing her fears of losing the the most important person in her life. Now I think Tim knew there was an attraction on Lucy’s end no doubt. She invited him in for gods sake in 5x01. He knew there was an attraction. What he didn’t know was the level of importance he held her life. It’s written all over his face. He is shocked legit shocked she feels this way about him. Now anyone with eyes could see Tim is exactly what she said. The most important relationship in her life.
The thing is Tim is so very damaged in that way. I get that so very much. Where you don’t expect those around you to love or care as much as you love and care for them. The sucky life of an insanely loyal person who has been burned which I can relate to. My friend just other day told me how much he missed me while I was away in TN visiting my sister. Him and my other friend missed me. I made a joke like oh did you not think I would come back?
Would you miss me or something? He looked at me and was like yes. We love you don’t you know that? I would be devastated if you didn’t come back. We’ve been friends for almost 5 years. It still shocks me I have people who love me and would miss me. So I can deeply relate to Tim being shocked he holds that place of importance in Lucy’s life. He’s NEVER been put first. Not till Lucy Chen entered his orbit.
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She panics when she sees his reaction not reading him like she usually does. Thinking she’s overshared. When really Tim is just smitten af with her reply. He is beside himself with shock that he is HER #1 person. He doesn’t feel worthy. Thats not what Lucy reads at first when she sees his reaction. She thinks she’s over shared or over stepped in some way. Tim stops that train of thought right away. Telling her 'No she’s right.' Lucy once again misreads him and thinks they should just back off this then. Better to keep them as is. ‘It’s not worth the risk...’
Then we see our boy do the biggest leap of faith I’m sure he’s ever done and combat her reply with our next iconic OTP line. ‘Unless it is.’ Looks how cute he is when he says this. His precious upside down smirk. Reminds me of his cute smirk from 4x22 after their peck. He looks so excited about this idea. Just look at this puppy of a man. Going for it and telling her I think we are worth this. Wanting to give them a shot. Basically saying we are worth risking what we currently have for what could be.
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This next part is where his courage really shines through. I love how he takes this deep shaky breath in the first gif. So nervous to ask her this question. Tim Bradford is NERVOUS everyone. So nervous to ask the woman he loves to take a chance on him. To go out to dinner and give this a shot. He finally finds the courage to ask her. Lucy’s answer is immediate and adorable.
If she could go to dinner right then and there she would. Jumping out of her skin with excitement at his proposal of going out. Tim is so elated and his smile so damn wide when he says ‘Yeah?’ He can’t believe his luck. Looks like the smile of a man who just got everything he's ever wanted. Months of longing over in this moment of courage. He’s so happy she’s said yes. The man is beaming proudly displaying that Lucy smile he reserves for her and ONLY her. Lucy mirrors his elation with her 'Yeah' *heart clutch*
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Lucy then back tracks and we watch our boy deflate instantly. He looks so very upset when she takes it back. Her excitement got the better of her and she retracts. I saw a hilariously accurate depiction of Tim in this scene. Said he had golden retriever energy in this moment. All excited and giddy for getting what he wants. Body wiggling with absolute joy. Then is told no and is all sad and deflated. Then he doesn’t perk back up until she says she needs to end things with Chris first.
The analogy cracked me up because it was accurate. He looks so very gutted when she says no after. Has that 'This was too good to be true I guess.' energy coming off him in waves. Lucy tries to rectify the situation with her reason why. Doesn't want to see that sad look on his face. The man looks devastated. He just went from an absolute high only to come crashing down seconds later. The way he nods like he understands but is really hurt about it. My poor puppy of a man.
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I love how he lights backs up when she tells him to ask her again. Later. After she’s rid herself of the dead weight that is Chris. Making sure Tim knows she wants this just as much as he does. She just needs to end things first. Make it right. No one gets doing things honorably more than Tim Bradford. His cute smile after he tells Lucy 'Deal.' His hope returning. Their body language above in the last gif is everything. Their bodies are pointed towards each other. They couldn’t be happier right now. Leaning in toward one another finally giving into that magnetic pull of their's. Both grinning like idiots in love. Gah I can not. I am a puddle. I remember rewinding that scene to make sure I saw and heard everything correctly.
I was expecting their pining era to last longer tbh. I was delightfully surprised when Tim of all people took the leap. Helped Lucy take it with him. For him to be the one without doubts and to go for it was so important. Lucy for the most part has been the catalyst in their relationship. Tim has has his moments. More so in the last season or so. But Lucy has mainly been in the drivers seat. To watch this man overcome his fear of rejection and go for it with her. my damn heart. This man isn’t scared to ruin what they have because he KNOWS. This is it for him. She is it. I can’t get over how much he’s grown to get to this place.
To be the one to say hey we’re worth the risk. Would you like to go out with me? Showing her she’s worth the effort of leaving his comfort zone. This moment right here is why I’m so glad they did the slow burn. Why I was ultimately happy they didn’t hook up in 5x01. This was the right way to do it. I wouldn’t trade a moment of their journey to get to this point. Not one and that’s is a rarity I’ve only had with one other ship. Castle and Beckett and that is a high honor if you know that ship. This was another daunting one to tackle but so fun to write about. I was buzzing for days after this episode. Mostly just happy this is where our slow burn ended up. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.
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Side notes-non Chenford
The whole bomb SL with Pam makes me cry every time. It’s so tragic. Will say John was great with her rarely give him props but he does so good with her. Celina having to do the death notice kills me this ep is very emotional.
Bailey messing with John with the clowns is pretty funny LOL but idk how Bailey could think a coyote was a dog lmao ‘how did you get him In the crate?’ 😂
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ilovechuuy4 · 5 months
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Hello, I love your works and would like to request something (if it is ok with you)
So, imagine BSD charecters like Dazai,Chuuya, Fyodor and Nikolai (you can add other charecters if you want to) with a s/o whose eye color changes based on their emotions. Like red for anger, green for happiness, pink/ purple for love, grey/ blue for when they are upset and Brown is like a neutral color for them.
(you can choose the eye colors if you want to)
-🖤
A/N: Ok im going to be SO serious with y'all I put this back so far because I just didn't have ANY ideas and I feel bad if I lie and say I didn't see this, like I just haven't had ANY ideas im sorry i put this off so far(TW for like drinking ig for chuuya's
⧼ Your beautiful eyes.. ⧽
Dazai🐌 (Fluff)
It was around 7pm and you were waiting for Dazai to get back from the ADA office, since this was the usual time he came home. When you hear the door unlocking and your soft browns looking into his deep brown eyes, your orbs slowly faded into a shade of pink. You then stood from the couch and walked over embracing the brunette in your arms. Dazai wraps his arms around your waist, "Mhm? Good afternoon, baby." Dazai spoke softly, his voice full of sleep.
"Good evening to you too my sleepy boyfriend." You speak with a soft tone, soothing enough to burn a child to sleep. Your eyes have shifted back to the usual color now, but still full of love as you are held in Dazai's arms. "Could we make something to eat? I'm quite hungry, working all day is soo hard" He whined, shaking you by your waist slightly. You raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle, "Yet, I doubt you did much did you, well of course you helped figure things out but you annoyed your coworkers, huh?" You say with a soft laugh.
Dazai just chuckles and trails to the kitchen, pulling you along, he was obviously hungry and he probably wanted you to cook something for him. "Could you make me some food, darlin'?" He looked over at you with a cheeky smile knowing you would even if you complained. Your eyes were a soft pink mixed with a yellow(happy and love) you decided to just make speghetti, it's simple 'nd good.
About 30 minutes passed, Dazai was hugging you from behind as he watched you cook with a smile. And shortly the food was done, you played it up with two pieces if garlic bread on est plate. You then stuck a fork in the food and turned to give dazai the plate. "Eat up, hun" you say as you place a kiss on his nose. "Aw, thank you" he says before he continues, "I love you, darling" he then placed a kiss on your lips and walked off to eat the food you made, leaving you a soft flustered, pink irises and a mess.
Chuuya🍷(Angst + Fluff)
You come home to a sort of sober but mainly drunk chuuya, which this has been happen for the past week, you get it work has been stressing him but it doesn't give him any right to drink his sorrow away! "Chuuya! Do we seriously have to re-talk about drinking your stress away? You've done this for the past week" you blurt out, rubbing your temples. "Darlin' it's not like im drunk? I'm just a bit stressed and I'm drinking a bit." The ginger spoke, his words a soft slur.
The amount of times you've gone through this with chuuya was so annoying. Your eyes a mix of red and blue, you were upset and mad at chuuya for drinking so much but, it also hurt you seeing him like this. You just stomp your way up the stairs and into the bedroom with a loud huff. Chuuya had a soft frown on his face as he stood from the couch and walked towards the bedroom, gently knocking on the door. “C’mon darlin’ I’m really sorry, can I come in?” His words were still a gentle slur but more legible, he knocks once more not sure if you heard him. He stood there waiting, until he heard you start talking, “Fine, come in..” you mumble, watching Chuuya open the door.
He walks in and shuts the bedroom door behind him, the ginger then sits down on the bed beside you, looking into your worried eyes. “Y/N, dear. I’m sorry I’ve been drinking so much wine. I know it’s not good it’s just, I’ve been so stressed.” He said as he continues. “I’m trying to find a better way to cope with stress it’s just not working. It’s just a bad, bad habit." He spoke slowly with a frown as he brought you into a warm embrace with his arms around you tightly. "I'm so, so sorry darlin'." He was genuine, Chuuya wanted you to know he was sorry for drinking so much.
"It's okay, Chuuya. Promise me you won't drink so much?" You said, your head buries in the ginger's chest causing your words to be a muffle. This brought a soft smile to Chuuya's face, "Alright honey, I'll try my best, I swear to everything I have." He then places a soft kiss on your head, your eyes then shift to a soft pink color. "I love your beautiful eyes."
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A/N; ok I'm so so sorry I started this was a decent motivation but then it reduced at it was pretty hard to think of anything to write for when it came to this, so I wrote for dazai and chuuya. Hopefully I can get around for a part 2 if you're satisfied with this one!! I hope you understand:•3
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cynical one
request: yu bro by a nonnie (SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG)
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warnings: kinda angst, mentions of eating
summary: you admit your true feelings to your best friend.
ALSO GUYS: i based this loosely on Cynical One by TV Girl cuz i love that song😏
nathan doe x reader (i’m like 90 precent sure i didn’t use any particular pronouns)
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yes it was late, but nate had to be awake, you had to tell him you loved him.
you’re thought your recent advances had been obvious, but every advancement was shut down or ignored by nathan.
you’d bump knees at the dinner table then he’d pull away.
you’d brush hands on y’all’s late night drives and he’d return his right hand from the console to the steering wheel.
you called him to ask about the outfit you were wearing, and he’d give you a thumbs up and a “looks fine y/n/n”.
all in all, every move you made, wasn’t accepted by your best friend.
you’d spent your whole life loving nate, but another minute without him knowing would kill you.
at 1:30 am, you pulled into nate’s driveway.
it was now or never you mumbled as you walked to nate’s front door and gave a quiet knock.
“nate…? it’s y/n” you yell through the door.
the door swung open and you were met with a sleepy nathan.
“hi… did i wake you?” you ask in a sweet tone.
“yeah but ‘s ok.” he said, voice still laced with sleep.
at 1:35 am you walked into nate’s room and sat on his bed.
“y/n/n… i know we’re best friends and all, but what are you doing here at, 1 am?”
“nate…” you say looking up at him through your lashes.
“hmm.” he asks laying face down on his bed, clearly exhausted.
“please look at me.” you hum.
nate sits up and looks at you, “what’s wrong y/n?”
you gently cup his cheeks and say… “i think i’m in love with you.” and then lean in to press a kiss to his lips, but suddenly he pulls away.
“i…. there’s no such thing as love y/n/n” nate says, gripping his hair in his hands.
“there is nathan… what i feel for you is love.”
“please leave.” he croaks, looking up at you.
“what…?” you say, clearly shocked.
nathan had never EVER made you leave his house.
“i asked you to leave y/n” he says, getting angry.
you rise from his bed, and slowly make your way to the door, leaving nate’s room and walking down the stairs before nate could see your tears.
you left nathan’s house at 1:45 am.
at 1:55 you re-arrived at your home and threw yourself on your bed.
by 2 am you were sobbing uncontrollably, waiting for sleep to overtake you.
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the next week you heard nothing from nate.
no texts, calls, snaps, facetimes.
there had been no form of contact with him since that day.
it demolished you.
in a whole week, you’d eaten 5 meals, taken 2 baths, and never left your house.
everyone was concerned.
nick visited you many times a day, to make sure you were at least drinking some water.
next to nate, you and nick had always been the closest out of the rest of the triplets and you.
nick crept into your room, and spotted you sitting on your bed, staring at a wall.
“y/n/n…?” nick says.
“i brought you your favorite.” he says holding up a bag to your favorite fast food place.
“y/n… you gotta eat.” he pleads with you.
“how is he…?” you ask him.
“how is who y/n…?”
“nathan.” you croak.
“oh y/n.” nick says sitting beside you and pulling you into a hug.
“i don’t know how he is… but the way he treated you when you were just getting something off your chest wasn’t right.” he says patting your back.
after nick watched you eat some of the food, he left with a soft, “same time tomorrow..” and he left your house.
at 1:15 am, you saw lights in your driveway.
you peeked out of your window and were met with the familiar sight of nate’s car.
“my god.” you breathe, looking in the mirror and seeing your disheveled state.
at 1:17 am, there was a knock on your bedroom door.
you opened it slightly so you could get a peak of who it was.
it was nathan.
“y/n/n…” he says, looking almost as disheveled as you.
“please i gotta see you… open the door.” he begs with you.
you pull the door open all the way, so nate could see you in all of your glory.
before you could say anything to nate he pulled you into a bear hug.
“i am so so so so soooo sorry for the way i acted y/n/n”
“please forgive me.” he says as you pull away to look at him fully.
you look him in the eyes “never ever say “there’s no such thing as love.”” you say, as he pulls you into a kiss.
“i do love you y/n/n, i just thought that if i admitted to loving you, our friendship would be ruined.” nate says, resting his head on yours.
you kiss him again, “i’ve loved you for as long as i’ve known you nathan, there’s no need to be so cynical, yeah?” you say, smiling for the first time since that morning a week ago.
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z3r0aqxa · 4 months
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α ωяιтєя'ѕ ℓσνє
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Ike Eveland x gn!reader
➴ Such a gentleman ➶
↳genre: fluff
↳warning/tw: none
↳format: one-shot
↳word-count: 625
↳a/n: I finally made your Ike fic @smillingsad1st (╥﹏╥)
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝙻𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜
╰.·:*¨мαѕтєɾ ℓιѕт¨*:·.
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“What a day”
It's the first thing you mumble as soon as you open the door to your home. After entering, locking the door and taking your shoes off you head for the kitchen, wanting something to snack on while wondering if your husband was asleep, it was around 11pm after all. Walking into the kitchen you find Ike asleep on the table with two plates that were covered with tinfoil. Once having reached him you slowly rub his back trying to wake him up,
“Love?”
His voice is hushed and a bit raspy, he probably had been asleep for a while. You were supposed to come out of work around 9:30 pm but it got complicated and you didn't finish until 10:40 pm.
“Hi honey, why are you on the table? And why didn’t you eat without me?”
“I must have fallen asleep while waiting for you..”
“Honey…”
“I know, I know. I just wanted to wait for you so we could eat together”
“I’m sorry, work got really complicated”
“It’s fine. Want to eat?”
“Yes, pleaseee”
Ike chuckled at how exaggerated you made your voice sound. Standing up and stretching he grabbed the plates and took the tinfoil off to be able to put the plates in the microwave.
“How about you go take a bath while I warm this up and make you a dessert?”
“Mhhh, maybe”
You stretched and walked towards Ike, giving him a quick peck on the lips to then walk to the bathroom. While taking a bath you could hear Ike preparing something in the kitchen. The atmosphere was relaxing to say the least, everything was when you were with Ike. Oh how you loved that man, you loved how gentle he was with you, how calm and relaxed he made you feel. He was your little safe place, you always were able to feel so secure in his embrace, his words and smile always made you melt. He was such a gentleman.
Getting out of the bathroom you walked towards the kitchen once more, this time finding Ike taking what seemed to be cookies out of the oven. Approaching the man you hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Love! You scared me”
“Hehe, sorry”
Letting go of him you made him turn around to face you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you spoke,
“I love you so much, did you know that?”
“Yes love, of course I do”
Humming you leaned in and kissed him, it was a gentle yet passionate kiss. Pulling away you walked towards the table and sat down followed by Ike, then you started eating together. Talking here and there about your work and his own work, books that he’s been working on or has finished already, anything really. You also loved having these types of moments with him, being able to talk about anything and everything was so new yet refreshing for you.
Having finished dinner you cleaned the dishes while Ike took a bath, you finished the dishes rather quickly so you decided to go lay down in bed and watch a show waiting for Ike to come out of the bathroom. Once he did you were rather sleepy so you extended your arms, basically hurrying Ike to lay down with you so you could cuddle with him.
“Ok, ok, I’m going love”
He chuckled softly while settling down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tiny kiss on the top of your head, to which you reacted by hiding your face in his neck.
“Rest well love, you deserve it”
And with that you let yourself be taken by the sleepiness and tiredness you felt, falling into a deep slumber.
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Fanfic written by z3r0aqxa, do not translate, do not re-post on any other site and do not copy.
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itsmebytch001 · 8 months
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A Day To Remember:
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Summary: Aaron being anew single Dad is struggling, and begins to consider child surrendering.
Here he was, he was going to do it, he was surrendering, he was accepting his incompetence he was abolishing himself of responsibility and here he was, about to abandon you, or ‘surrender you’ to the safe. your Mom had basically ran off and left him, with you a new baby, only a few months old and he simply didn’t know what the hell to do, he had never planned on having kid’s, in fact due to his life style he had decided against it but here you where, fucking everything up and making him feel guilty about it too. Poor Rio, a new Mom herself was having to take you in as well since Aaron was just that lost, teaching him how to feed you, how to change and burp you, and once he was home alone with you all he felt was complete terror of you dropping dead.
He would sleep by your cot waking himself up every 30 mins to check your breathing, or sleep you in his lap so he could relax, feeling your breath was when he got the best nights sleep, but even if he was keeping you alive, he constantly felt like a complete failure of a father, feeling like you were slipping though his fingers already as Jeff and Rio who had a vague idea of what they were doing watched him fall apart over the situation.
and at one point, he had vaguely expressed the idea of surrendering you to the sate to Rio, to witch she scoulded him for, but that only made him feel so much worse, he wanted to take care of you, but being the only parent was crippling. And hey, single Moms do it all the time so what the hell is wrong with him!?
So here he was, packing you a bag, filled with clothing, your blankie and a note, as he wrapped you in a soft pink blanket and put you in a basket, refusing to make eye contact with your big brown eyes, his eyes you got from him, he refused to hurt himself more with the situation. She took you down the stairs and too the car, placing you in the passenger seat next to him, re ajusting you to keep you comfortable as you whined and giggled as babies do, and as he began to drive in the direction of the fire station, he thought, what will she think of me when she’s grown, will she try or even want to contact me? Will she look like me or her Mom? Will they change her name? What am I going to say to Jeff and Rio? No no, he wouldn’t allow himself such self serving questions, this was his decision, if your Mom had a problem with it maybe she shouldn’t have just up and left. Eventually he pulled up a block away from the fire station, he pulled out the note form under you, just to re read it:
Hello Y/n, I’m not sure if they’ll change your name, or maybe your last name, but when they give you this note, along with all the a paper work I’m sure they’ll have me sign I just want you to know, I do love you, and I’m so so sorry, but I’m able to do this, I am so so sorry, and I’ve left you all my details at the bottom of this note, I love you, and I’m so sorry, please contact me.
Aaron Davis
St Mary’s street, 73rd, Brooklyn
716 989 124 (please call me)
He began to wonder what the call would sound like, what would he say when he heard your voice from across the city, what would you sound like? What would you ask him? Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I enough? What happened with my Mom? Maybe he should cross it out? No no, you should have the chance to contact him. But seriously, what the hell was he going to say to Jeff and Rio, or even Miles when he grew up, but why would they let him near him, if he just gave away his own child. And he began to worry, who would take you? Would they be kind and give you opportunities, would they love and protect you? Or would they use the state money they get from adoptees for themselves? Would you have a sense of family, or just be shuffled forever around the system. The more he thought about it, the more he began to shake, almost cry when he looked over to you, to see you looking at him, making eye contact, oh god, did you know? Did you know what he was about to do? sure you couldn’t say anything, but they way you looked at him, almost accusingly.
maybe you did know, but it’s not like you would remember, right? He timidly picked you up from your cot and carried you in one hand, all your stuff in the other and he rushed down the street as if being chased, he looked over to see parents coaching their children to walk over to them, or sharing food with them, teaching you how to use cutlery, or watching a young girl carry round her Barbie, brushing its hair and dressing her, all things he would miss, but he knew that when he decided. He’s know outside Fire station, forcing himself inside he walk over to the desk, visibly shaking, holding the cot. The desk lady looks him over, her name tag says Linda.
Linda: “Hey, are you alright?”
Aaron: “ hello, uh, I’d like to surrender a child” What a pathetic man you are, Aaron. He can't help but cringe at his own words, the ones he had been thinking about for weeks now, and now he had set it all in motion.
Linda nodded and took out a stack of papers from her desk, and then escorted you two into quite room, where there were toys you could enteratian yourself with, he pulled you out the basket, and placed you with the dolls.
Linda: "Okay, I'm going to need you to read all these, and then sign all the blanks"
Aaron: "...okay"
As he began to read paperwork, his eyes kept looking over to you, you were wriggling and flailing on the floor, but not crying tying to figure out how to sit up again. Was he supposed to help you? Or let you do your thing?
Another thing he didn't know, and another excuse for himself to give you up, and though he kept telling himself he was doing the right thing, He also knew he was lying to himself, he knew the stats of kids getting trafficked or sexually abused, drug addicted or just dissapearing.
Would he be told if you dissapeared? Or would they just leave you in the dark? Never knowing, never hearing from you and just assuimng, hoping you were okay.
He then noticed, you had shifted from the toy area to under the table he was sitting at, clawling at the table leg, Linda picked you up from the floor and set you in her lap.
It felt wrong for her to do that, for her to just pluck you from the floor and then on her lap, who was this bitch?
And then he remebered where he was, and what he was doing.
And so, while looking across at you in Linda's lap, he began to sign off the many gaps in the super long paper work, just writing his name over and over where ever he was told too. Linda looked through your basekt, and pulled out the note.
Linda: "I'm sorry but we can't allow this"
Aaron: "Why not?"
Linda: "We prefer you disclouse this information to the family who holds her once she turns 18"
Aaron: "...but then I'll have to wai-"
Linda: "That's just how it is, sir"
Aaron: "...okay" he whipsred.
As he continued to sign off, he watched Linda throw out the note and bump you on her knee.
Linda then placed you on the floor again, and brushed herself down.
Linda: "I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back of course" And so she left, Aaron picked you up and kissed your forehead.
Aaron: "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry baby, please God let her find me" He whispred into your skull.
Thats when he found himself running down the hall, leaving your basket and just spriting down the hall full speed, and being as tall as he was, he was quite fast, Linda yelled after him as he ran out the bulidng, down the road and back in the car, he catched his breath in the car, so frustraed with him chiceking out, but then he looked back down at you, just sitting thier in your onesie.
And he was happy with his decision.
And he was happy with it every day, when you learned to walk, and pull yourself up, when you finally learned full sentaces and would speak brokenly.
He was so grateful to God for sending Linda to the bathroom so that he could run, and sometimes when you were young he would have nightmrares that he did give you, he would wake suddently, all sweaty and on the brink of tears, so he would enter your room in the dead of night, just to watch you for awhile, to remind himself, you were home, with him.
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In Sickness, and in Health
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Pairing: CEO! Husband! Henry x Wife! Reader
Word count: 948
Summary: Y/n tells a white lie, which ticks Henry off, in the best way possible
Warnings: None really? I guess mentions of vomiting
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
“I am dying” I croaked to no one but myself, coughing and gagging down the toilet. Lets just say walking home late at night from work, without a jacket on isn’t the best idea, especially when you already have a cold.
Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, you may as well have thought I was a walking corpse.
*Bzzz*
My phone vibrated from the other room, causing me to sigh which then erupted into a tickly cough spurting out of my throat. Walking back into the comfort of my cosy bedroom, I looked down at the phone on the nightstand to see the caller ID
My Bear 🐻
Smiling lightly I picked up the phone, debating whether I should answer it or not, should I really worry him while he’s out of town on business. Answer is, probably not.
However, not answering his phone would also raise suspicions.
Clearing my throat as much as possible, I answered the call, trying to prepare myself as much as possible.
(The Phone Call)
Henry: Hey love, why’d you take so long to answer? You alright?
Typical Henry, always overthinking and being overprotective
Y/n: Y-yeah I was just in the toilet, sorry bear. Why’d you call?
Henry: Do I need an excuse to call my wife?
Y/n: Hmm I guess not, you missin' me that much huh
Henry: Yeah I guess you could say that. Are you sure you’re alright, you’re sounding kinda nasally love, are you feeling poorly?
Busted. Well may as well keep up the act now
Y/n: NO! I mean no i’m feeling fine babe, just a bit of a blocked nose, you know how it is
Henry: Mhm yeah sure, anyways the lads are calling me back, call me later yeah?
Y/n: Sir, yes sir
Henry: I Love you baby
Y/n: mm I love you more
Henry: We’ll see about that
(End of Phone Call)
“Sh*t” I said before breaking out into the coughing fit I was holding in for that whole phone call. My head spinning, sending me into wonderland.
Settling myself back into bed, I felt Kal jump in beside me, his nose nudging my head.
“I’m fine Kal, mummy just feels a bit poorly. Don’t tell daddy when he comes back next week okay? We don’t need him being a grouchy bear”
I cooed, scratching Kal between the ears, watching as he got comfortable beside me clearly also heading to bed. Turning off the lamps on either side of the bed, I put Henry’s pillow under my head, wrapping my arms around the massive fluff sleeping beside me.
Who needs a heater when they have Kal?
(5:30 AM)
“Here we go again” I said quickly, feeling my stomach start to jump up to my throat. Throwing the covers off me, I dashed to the bathroom, collapsing to the bathroom tiles to splurge everything out of my guts.
“You done yet?” I heard a gravelly voice say behind me
'well sh*t' I thought
Turning my head slowly, I saw Henry looking at me his arms crossed as he leant on the doorframe, a dark look on his face. But it wasn’t one of anger, but he definitely wasn’t jumping for joy.
“Bear, what are you doing here?” I said, my head resting on my arms on the toilet seat.
“Well I felt as if something wasn’t right, and I was right, wasn’t I?” He said in a knowing tone, coming closer to help lift me up despite my head being in a frenzy.
“I’m so sorry bear, I jus' didn' wanna ruin your trip” I said with my words slurring from both sleep and illness, watching as he put toothpaste on my toothbrush.
“Open” He said bluntly, before starting to brush my teeth for me, reminding me of the times he’d do this when I would come home clearly drunk from the girls.
“Ok now lets get you back into bed missus” He said rinsing the sink, guiding me back to the bed, pulling back the covers and tucking me in tightly. A slight smile finding its way onto my face.
“Now don’t be all smiley pup, i’ve got a bone to pick with you”
“W-what” I croaked out, turning towards him as he slipped under the covers, taking off his shirt and throwing it at the laundry basket.
“First of all, you lied to me on the phone. Secondly, you know you’re a bad liar, so hearing you like that on the phone made me worry. Finally, you didn’t communicate with me lovie”
He turned to me, a tight lipped expression on his face as he brushed back some of the hair on my face. A feeling of guilt overcoming me, I felt like I was back being scolded by my parents again.
“I’m sorry hen, I jus' really didn’t want you to worry and come back early. I know how important this trip was to you, I didn’t mean to make you angry”
I said quietly, nuzzling myself into his chest, his hand going to caress the back of my head.
“i’m not angry babe, just disappointed. I’m your husband, i’m meant to worry about you, whether you’re healthy or not. You are my number one priority. Now come 'ere”
Putting his hands on either side of my face, he placed a passionate loving kiss on my lips, as I began leaning into it. Before my eyes widened, and I pushed him off me.
“Hen! I could get you sick”
“Hey, remember it’s 'in sickness and in health' it’s quite literally in our vows. I could give less of a f*ck. Now get back here and let me love on you”
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