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inkareds · 6 months
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Hiya there!
I just discovered your tumblr and I wondered if you were still writing for Wally West? Because if you do, I'd love a lil' something about Wally West and a gender neutral reader being domestic and cute and stuff. Maybe the reader could be reading to him while they're cuddling. Maybe the reader can say cute stuff to him in another language? (I personally speak french but whichever language floats your boat!)
Thank you very much nonetheless and have a very beautiful weekend. Take care! ♡♡♡
Classical Boredom Wally West
✧.* word count: 1.8k ✧.* genre: FLUFFFF DOMESTIC FLUFF ✧.* warnings: The reader speaks French
Wally West hates classic literature, but when it comes to you, he's open to giving it a second chance
this request is so cute and I literally couldn't help smiling throughout writing this. Also kudos to my French friend who helped translate the French parts of this. ALSO I'M GETTING THROUGH MY REQUESTS FINALLY!!! I'm not ridiculously busy anymore!!!
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“I never understand how you’re always so patient to finish a book.”
Wally West, nicknamed the fastest man alive should also probably be given the nickname most impatient man alive as well. As with a lifestyle like his that bred on how quickly he could finish his task at hand, things that he couldn’t rush or just didn’t have a shortcut felt tedious to him. 
Yet somehow he was blessed with a partner like you. Someone who loved the slower things in life, the small domestic moments between the two of you. The slow mornings when he’d groan any time you’d try to leave the bed. The quiet trickling of rain as you read a good book. 
That was another thing Wally didn’t understand. 
How people could read books. 
Especially classics. He loathed classics. He absolutely hated it when he needed to read a classic in school. He just couldn’t see someone actually choosing to read a piece of classic literature and enjoying it when they’re not forced to. 
That is until he met you. 
“It’s interesting,” you shrugged before going back to your book. 
At this point, you’ve dated Wally long enough to get used to his bewildered expression every time he found you nose-deep into another classic book. It wasn’t a month ago that he saw you just as you were about to finish Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. The sight of the grey-bound book caused him to go on a rant on how annoying his middle school English teacher was when he had given the book to read as Summer homework. 
You remembered laughing whilst softly caressing his hair, as he lay on your lap, content in distracting you from finishing the book. Like always you told him to give the book another try as you assumed the reason he never enjoyed reading was because he never actually read due to his own volition. And like clockwork, he refused, jokingly stating that he’ll leave the academia stuff to you whilst he saves the real damsels in distress. 
“What are you reading now?” He asks, coming out of the bathroom in just his sweatpants.
Wally had just finished a day’s work of saving people and was now ready to just collapse in bed with you. But since you seemed so engrossed in your book, the least he could do is entertain your interest as well. 
“Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë,” you told him, smiling to yourself as you watched your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend look for a comfortable t-shirt to sleep in. 
Gone was the focus you put onto your book when Wally West in all his red-headed glory was in front of you, brows furrowed as he picked up one shirt after the other. If it was up to you, he should just sleep shirtless, but for now, you kept your mouth shut. 
“You know I can feel you staring?” He chuckled turning towards you. 
Unabashedly you rolled your eyes and continued to stare at him. With his gorgeous muscled physique and messy, still slightly damp, hair, he looked positively radiant. 
“Can’t help it, I have a really attractive boyfriend.” You shrugged. 
Wally beamed at your compliment, grinning widely and flexing his muscles at you. Causing you to laugh and throw a pillow from the armchair you were sitting on. He obviously easily caught it and watched you laugh, thinking to himself that nothing could sound more beautiful than the sound of your laughter. 
When you stopped, a comfortable silence lay between the two of you. Two lovers staring at each other, content and happy at the mere existence of the other. Your smile never left you, even when Wally zoomed over towards you, quickly picking you up and speeding to the bed, making sure your hand didn’t let go of your book. 
“Walls!” You scolded him, lightly punching him on his chest as he pulled you towards him. 
He didn’t respond, only embracing your body tight against his own, deliberately squeezing you so much you almost felt suffocated. All before relaxing and peppering a lot of kisses on your face. 
Not a second goes by when he’s out on the street that he doesn’t miss you. Now here he was, able to give you all the love and devotion he knows you deserve. Even as you giggled and tried to wriggle out of his ticklish hold, he held you tight against him as he planted kiss after kiss all over your face and neck. 
“Okay! Okay! Walls! I’m going to drop my book!” You yelled out trying to push him away, causing a boisterous laugh to leave him, rumbling against your back as he finally relaxed. 
“Oh, so your book is more important than me? I see how it is.” He pouted while burying his face deep into your neck. 
You rolled your eyes at how clingy he was being. 
“Yes, Wally West, it definitely is.” At your statement, Wally groaned loudly. 
“What’s so interesting about Wuthering Heights anyways?” 
You smiled warmly at him, any other time you’d brush his question off, knowing he probably wouldn't be interested in the content of your book. But this time, you decided that the book might be fitting for both of you. 
So, you lifted up the book so you could read it properly while Wally was still nestled beside you. You bookmarked the current page you were on and instead went back to a page you had tabbed a few days prior seeing how it was a heartwarming section. 
“This specific book is a romance and it’s just really sweet. Like here, for example.” You pointed at a part on the page, Wally cracked open his eyes slightly to see what you were pointing out, seeing a part that you underlined. 
“Read it for me.” He hummed against your skin, making himself even more comfortable beside you underneath the blankets causing you to giggle. 
“He’s more myself than I am,” you began, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. My great thought in living is himself.” 
You felt Wally’s breath hitched as he listened on. 
“If all else perished, and he remained,” you decided to continue, “I should still continue to be; and if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it.” You finished. 
When Wally stayed silent and still, you bit the inside of your lip in slight anxiety. He probably thought it was boring and cliche. 
“I know it’s kinda cliche but it’s a bit cute and I don’t know-” You rambled, “It’s silly, I know.” You nervously giggled, going to close the book and put it away. 
The last thing you wanted Wally to think of you is a hopeless romantic who lived between the lines and letters of books. Yet before you could put the book away Wally’s hand reached to stop your own. 
“No, I think it’s sweet,” he said opening his eyes to look straight at you, “Read me more.” 
You felt embarrassment creep into your face with how earnestly Wally was looking at you after stating that. Quickly going to a different part of the book you tabbed to read. 
“My love for Heathcliff, resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.” You chose to stay silent after that one. 
You felt the way Wally grinned against your skin after you finished, when he looked up at you he had such a boyish grin that you wanted to flood him with your love. 
“This feels like a roundabout way to say how much you love me.” 
His statement immediately made a tirade of embarrassment flush your system as you quickly placed down your book and pushed him off in a small tantrum. 
“You’re insufferable!” You yelled out causing him to erupt into bursts of laughter. 
“No! Baby! I didn’t mean it!” He was able to speak through his own laughter, grasping at you to pull you back into his embrace. 
When you finally let him, he still hasn’t stopped laughing. 
“Awwww stop pouting. I love you too. You’re everything I am and for that I love you.” 
Though you tried holding it in you couldn’t help the smile from creeping up into your face at his confession. 
“Was that poetic enough for you?” 
You rolled your eyes and would’ve reached for a pillow to hit him over the head with it had he not held your arms in place from his tight embrace. When the two of you finally settled, you wiggled one of your hands out of his tight hold to caress his hair. 
Gently untangling some knots from his tossing and turning just before, he hummed in appreciation as he leaned more into your touch. The comfort of it all warmed both of you in a way that would heat your entire being even in the coldest of winters. His being was like fire embers and sunlight personified. But to him? You were the home and shelter that would house his never-ending passion. You were comfort and he was warmth. 
“Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.” You muttered thinking he was asleep only for him to hum lazily. I can’t live without you.
“Huh?” 
You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. “Nothing mon amour.” 
“Nuh-uh, you said something in French.” Wally stated, suddenly awake. 
“Mhm, I did.”
“So, what’d you say?” he propped himself up on his elbows, his body above your own. 
“Nothing important.” 
“I don’t believe that.”
You threw your head back in laughter.
“Believe what you want to believe!” 
“Tell me!” he complained causing you to shake your head again. 
“Je suis à toi, Wally West. Mon cœur t'appartient.” You brought your hand up to his face, telling him with so much conviction that even though Wally didn’t know what you said, he could feel love tug against his heart. I am yours, Wally West. My heart belongs to you.
Wally grinned at a mischievous idea snuck itself into his head. 
“Fine then, speak your fancy language. I’ll just make you tell me.” Before you could query what he meant by that his lips were quick to assault your neck.
His feather-like kisses littered against your neck in such a light way that it felt way too ticklish. You laughed and squirmed under him especially when his hands started ticking at your sides. Causing bursts of laughter to leave you as you try and try to push Wally away. 
Wally laughed between his little kisses, knowing nothing in life would feel better than now. 
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clevenhq · 5 days
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tutor!gale and in-need-of-tutor!john au repost with the new account🙏
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John walks through to the library with his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes trained on the floor. He doesn't need to be tutored. He's still passing! Just not as well as his parents would like him to be.
The library is fairly empty. There's a few groups of students sitting together, either studying or just chatting quietly. A few others sit alone, on their phones or doing homework.
He's quite embarrassed to be here. A damn football player doesn't need tutoring!
John glances down at the email he has open on his phone. 'Gale will be sitting at one of the tables near the librarian's desk with some of your handed in work,' the message from his teacher reads. Begrudgingly, John stalks through the tall book shelves over to the front desk.
Honestly, he's expecting some tall, lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses. Maybe braces to add to his stereotypical imagination.
When he rounds the corner, his eyes land on the only occupied table in that area. The guy is sitting with his head rested in his hand and looking down at what John can only presume is his past schoolwork.
John sighs through his nose before he walks closer to introduce himself. Only an hour and a half twice a week, he tells himself.
"Hi," John says awkwardly when he arrives at the table.
The guy looks up, and John's heart stops.
Where's the nerdy looking person that would get bullied in a movie? Why is he gorgeous?
He smiles at John. "You must be John. I'm your tutor, Gale Cleven." The guy, Gale, reaches out his hand for John to shake.
His hair falls over his forehead to cover his eyes slightly. God, why does his tutor have to be so damn beautiful? Now he can't skip sessions.
“Take a seat,” Gale says while looking back down at the paper. John probably half-assed it. Quite embarrassing given his current position. “I’ll give you a general idea of what we’ll do once I finish looking over this.”
John sits in the chair across from Gale. He watches his tutor for a moment. The way he holds the corner of the sheet up from the table; why are his hands so… good looking? Is John allowed to think that?
Awkwardly, after Gale glances up at him, John pulls his phone out of his pocket. He tries to look busy for the long two minutes that Gale takes to finish up. The settings app is very interesting.
“Okay, John,” Gale starts. He catches John’s attention immediately, not that he was deep into his phone. “I think that we should start with something that you’re not doing the greatest in, but not your absolute worst. I don’t want to overwhelm you by starting immediately with a class that you struggled in, like…” he pulls a different paper in front of him, “calc-twenty.”
All John can do is nod, even a little dumbly. He understands every word coming out of Gale’s mouth, he just isn’t doing the best with comprehension right now.
“All right! I do tutor other students in all grades, but I still would like to know what days are best for you.” The way Gale’s stare is unwavering and patient makes John nervous for a whole new reason.
John looks down at the gray table, trying to remember his schedule. “Um… I have football practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. If you don’t mind anything after six, I guess those days could work too.”
Gale nods at him. “Hm. Where would you prefer our sessions to be? In a public setting, like this library, or something more private?”
Christ, this guy thinks of everything. “I mean, I don’t really care? The library works just fine.”
“Okay. I was just asking because sometimes people are self-conscious about the fact that they need tutoring and don’t particularly enjoy people being able to see, you know?”
That’s a very good reason. John can handle others glancing his way when he’s studying. They might even think that he’s lucky enough to just be hanging out with this gorgeous man. This gorgeous man with a very familiar face, now that John thinks about it.
“Hey, I’ve seen you somewhere. Are you on any teams or in clubs?”
Gale looks him in the eyes. “I’m the student body president.” Well, John feels stupid now.
“Ah, makes sense. I always remember pretty faces.” John clams his mouth shut. He doesn’t mean to blurt that last part. Holy shit.
His tutor opens and closes his mouth before answering, “I tend to remember similar things too, Mister Egan.” He smiles at him, then continues like it was nothing. “I can meet you here in the library around this spot on… Wednesdays at six-thirty and Tuesdays right after school, if that works with you.”
John doesn’t know how he did that. His heart is jack-rabbiting in his chest. Just barely, John manages, “Yeah.”
Gale’s pleasant smile shifts just slightly, into a sly smirk. “I’ll give you my number, that way you can tell me if you can’t make it or need help when you’re studying by yourself.” He pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket.
A deep breath. “Okay, yeah.”
John leaves the library an hour and twenty-one minutes later with confidence in his academic abilities, and the number of a cute boy in his phone.
“No, Curt, I’m telling you! I was so pissed about having a tutor until I saw him!” John argues his case, which Curt seems to have given up on denying a while ago.
“Yeah, you’ve said it a few times now. This guy’s got pretty privilege and now you’re gay. What’s his name anyway?” Curt asks boredly. He sounds like he’s about to hang up if John says another word of ‘how hot my tutor is!’
“Gale. I didn’t get his last name—”
“Gale? Gale ‘the student body president’ Cleven?” His voice sounds absolutely astonished and amused.
“Well, yeah. He mentioned that he's on the student council,” John mumbles, feeling very much made fun of.
“Jesus, John, he’s practically got a whole fan club. That and he’s never put any of his focus into a relationship. Good luck with this one.” Curt’s unashamedly laughing at John now.
He has the gull to scoff, ready to defend his point again. Gale should have a fan club, he’s smart, kind, considerate, probably funny, and attractive. The whole package, honestly. So much for having a breakdown over finding out he wants to bed a man. Sure, he’s found men attractive, but no man like Gale has entered his life before.
“Please, stop thinking about your boyfriend naked. I’d like to hear you being sane and not completely delusional,” Curt’s voice came from his phone speakers, pulling John from his thoughts.
“I am not—”
John can practically hear Curt’s eye roll. “Whatever you want to tell yourself, then. We all know the truth. Johnny-boy is in love with the student body president! As basically half the student population is! You really never can be the original, can you?”
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this is more extended from the one i originally posted!!
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loveackermannn · 6 months
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last req for today, "you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?" from the love promprs w erwin ? ( maybe w insecure!reader if you want to :3 )
💌 – a/n: thank you for your sweet request love! this will be my first ever erwin x reader attempt so i hope i write him well for you here TT
– (IMPORTANT!; mentions of; physical insecurity and some suggestive content! however nothing explicit ><)
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It's happening again.
You swore this feeling would've passed sooner or later – But, it had been well over a week since you had any desire to do anything with yourself. You simply had no energy to move to fix a meal in the dining hall nor could you even brush through the tangled knots in your hair.
What was the point anyway?
It felt awful to even look into a mirror for more than a few seconds before you repulsively turn away in pure disgust – You couldn't understand why you started feeling this way about yourself, yet all you knew was that this had lingered for far too long.
Perhaps, your relationship with the Survey Corps Commander had something to do with it; He was intelligent, tall, handsome and popular amongst many women, civillian and enlisted. Perhaps, it was the way there were so many women out there who have a much better chance at winning his heart than you – Perhaps, you didn't feel good enough.
Why even be with someone like me?
You were spiraling and you knew better than to try and handle it alone, but in this moment, you couldn't help but shroud yourself away from the world. You hadn't left your room since the morning dawned on the horizon and by now, Erwin should've noticed by now – It didn't seem like he was anytime soon. He had his own duties outside of his interpersonal relationships, you figured as much.
Maybe if you just take deep breaths, this will all go away. It will be okay.. It will be fine..
"Hi my love, I'm sorry I couldn't wake you this morning. I thought you were-"
The familiarity of a voice that called your name as easy as it was breathing, his voice that pulled you out from under your linen covers to reveal your disheavled state that you so desperately tried to mask from your now concerned boyfriend.
Upon seeing the fatigue from your dark undereyes and the hollowed way you looked up at him, he was quick to settle at your bedside, embracing you in a blanket of warmth and security. He earnestly held you close to him with a hand detangling through the roughness of your neglected strands.
He didn't know what to say nor did he think he had any place to bombard you with a million questions all at once. Instead, he simply asked,
"Are you okay?"
That was all it took for you to completely melt into him, to give all that you had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Your arms curled around him, tears cascading onto the front of his uniform (Though he didn't seem to mind at all). You buried yourself further into his chest, pressing yourself as close as you could to him, almost as if you weren't close enough. You needed this beyond what words could explain and he understood full well.
"Shh shh, it's okay love. Deep breaths for me, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
You heeded his word, inhaling and exhaling as he continued to stay by your side without interrupting the process. He patiently waited until your frantic breaths were reduced to a gentle rise and fall of your body against his. He then briefly pulled away, brushing the hairs that stuck to your tear-dampened face. You slightly chuckled to yourself, you probably looked ridiculously unkempt in front of him, but for all that's happened you couldn't find it in you to care anymore.
"Mind telling me what's on your mind? Full honesty, I'm not here to judge," He pressed softly, still continuing to brush out the stubborn knots in your hair.
You thought for a moment now knowing that there's no point in trying to hide anything from him. The appearance of you already gave so much away.
"I.. I don't feel the best about myself. I don't feel like I deserve your love nor do I feel... beautiful. I haven't for a while and I don't know why. I never told anyone because I thought this feeling would go away on its own and I didn't want to burden you with my problems. But, it just got out of hand to where I didn't want to tell you at all. I guess I got caught up in my head too much," You explain hesistantly, wiping the leftover tears that streamed down your face.
A part of Erwin was in disbelief that you had felt that way about yourself when he felt the complete opposite. He thought you were the universe itself, his everything. And he would rip the sun and moon out of the sky just to give you the world. You would be the first and last person he'd say good morning and good night to and the first and last person he'll give his heart to. He loves you more than life itself because you are his life.
And the entirety of Erwin wanted to make sure you knew just how much he truly cherishes you.
His lips passionately meet yours in a need, a desire to convey his love in any way that he can. He hopes that this is more than enough to speak volumes to you, he hopes that he's reaching you in this moment.
You breathing becomes erratic again, but this time, in the way that felt right, that felt safe. You leaned back as he continued to hold you tightly against him, your back meeting the mattress of your bed.
"You look gorgeous," He breathes, kissing up your neck and pausing in between to continuing his affirmations.
"Stunning," Another kiss follows below your ear lobe.
"Jaw-dropping," And another kiss following down to your chest.
"Breathtaking. Do you see what i'm trying to get at?" He concludes, kissing his way back to your face where its now contorted of pure bliss – You've missed this so much.
You could only manage a nod, but no – He wanted to hear you say it yourself.
"I want you to use your words, my love. You're my pretty girl aren't you?"
"Yes.."
"Tell me how beautiful you are hm?" He says, advancing his way back to your navel and looking up at you before continuing.
"I'm.. I'm beautiful, I am," You whisper, tears silently welling up again in the corners of your eyes. Erwin immediately took notice and wiped them away before they could stream down any further.
"Don't you forget it okay? I am yours as you are mine and there's nothing in this world that could change that."
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thevampsworld96 · 7 months
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For You - BWS
Hey, everyone. I hope you are alright and your week is going well. Sorry this took a bit long. I was debating if it wasn't good enough, but once I finished this morning, I realised I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Based on the Song For You, which is a lovely song by The Vamps.
Warning: may some grammar and spelling errors I do apologise
Please enjoy, and I am open to any feedback.
Enjoy and take care...
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"You ready, darling?" Said Brad while putting his blazer on and checking the time, double checking that he has got everything with him for the big night out. He wanted everything to be perfect tonight, which was why he double-checked everything. He placed his keys and wallet in one pocket and phone in the other while patiently waiting for you.
"Nearly done, B, just putting my earrings in," you said. You say to him from the shared bathroom.
You were still in the room, making sure everything was perfect from your dress to your makeup to your hair. You wanted everything to be perfect for the date night you planned with your husband, who was waiting patiently. Once you were satisfied, you informed him that you were ready to go.
"Right, I'm ready now Brad, let's get going," you said while grabbing the small black purse that had your phone and keys in them.
While you walked down the stairs, you noticed Brad looking at you with his lips parted he was mazmarised by your beauty. The way your dress hugged your body, it fitted perfectly. It was one of his favourite dresses, black with sparkles, a low cut back, which revealed your back and cut down one of your legs.
While walking down the stairs, you met Brad at the end while twirling towards him.
"So what do you think?" You said to him with an excited smile on your face.
"You look drop dead gorgeous, my love. But then again, there never has been a day when you never looked bad, you know that? " He said to you while leaving a short kiss on your forehead. Be careful not to ruin your perfect makeup.
"Thank you, baby, you say the sweetest things at times. As always, you look bloody handsome. We better get going come on, " you say playfully, slapping his arm.
Brad walks over to the door to open the door for you just like the gentleman that he was.
"Afte you Mrs Simpson," he says while opemeomg the door for you like a true gentleman.
"Why thank you, Mr Simpson," you say to him. You then chuckles as you walk down to the car hand in hand. He opened the door for you and assisted you in closing your door for you, then made his way to the driver seat, and now the two of you were on your way to the restaurant.
Eventually, you arrived at the restaurant, and the journey to the restaurant wasn't as far as you spent the whole time talking about random stuff that passed the journey.
Brad got out of the car, and then he opened the door for you and guided you out he walked the door and then you both linked hamds as you walked from the car park to the entrance of the of restaurant once again he opened the door for you.
"After you, my beautiful lady," says Brad with a sweet smile.
"Why thank you, lovely," you say to him. You take his hands, and you follow him to the door.
The man opened the door for the pair of you and were met with the front of the house.
"Good evening, reservation for Simpson," says Brad.
"Ahh, yes, please follow me to your table," says the man who was tall and dressed smartly.
You arrived at your table, it was very busy. On every table, there were either couples or families but mostly couples such as yourselves.
You couldn't believe how beautiful and fancy the restaurant was it felt like a grand place for dining. You followed as his were linked with yours he pulled out the chair for you and sat you down, and he joined you.
The waiter then handed you both the menus. You both had a browse through you started with the drinks
"If you need anything, please call out" says the waiter.
"Cool thanks mate" says Brad with another charming smile.
While you were waiting for your meals to come, you couldn't help but notice Brad watching you. You felt his eyes on you even though your attention was some place else you were able to feel his gaze on you.
"Have I mentioned how stunning you really look?" he says to you. His hands travelled down to your exposed legs, which made you feel very ticklish as his hands glided down down your leg. You always lived the way he touched you while you were out. You loved his touch on you.
"Oi behave Simpson," you say to him.
"I haven't done anything," he says to you with a sneaky smirk on his face.
"Don't play that innocent card, Mr Simpson. As much I love the way you touch me now, it's not the time but I'llguve you what you want tonight but you have to wait"
You say to him.
"I'll wait well only if I can control myself"
He says to you.
You then take his hands, and you kiss them gently while giving them a squeeze.
"Being out here with you is best. Every moment I spend with you is the special feeling ever. I don't want this to end Bradley. I love being yours and yours only. This is like a dream, a dream that I don't want to wake up from ever. I love you so much"
You say to him. While looking at him, you realised how lucky you really are, and Brad really felt the same way the way he looked at you always made your heart melt inside.
"Well, this isn't a dream. This is a reality. I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who gives me all the love and passion. I enjoy every moment I share with you. I mean that"
Even though there was a load of people in the room talking, the pair of you felt as if you were the only 2 people in the world it just felt magical. You couldn't stop looking at him, and he was the same gazing deep into your eyes.
"I love you so much you made me the happiest man ever. If I were to die now, I would with a smile on my face, " he says while gently squeezing your hands.
"And I love you too, baby, but more," you say to him softly, then lips were glued but only for a short second.
Moment after your food arrived and both eating while complimenting the food. You absolutely loved, and so did Brad it tasted amazing that you absolutely loved it. The service was great, and the food was just hands perfect. All the staff were very friendly too, which was anothet bonus.
You were the last one to finish, but once you were done, you cought Brad staring at you with his sparking brown eyes, and you ended up blushing as you noticed him smiling and staring at you and of course you needed to break the silent.
"May I help you sir"?
You say playfully while twisting a strand of hair that would always fall loosely on to your face.
"I'm so lucky to have you, my love"
He says to you. You then reached for his hands, which sat on the table. You loved how beautiful they looked with all his ring followed by his watch.
"I am too. I love you so much, baby. "
You say to him.
"I love you more. I've got you something, my darling"
He says, removing his hand away from yours to reach into his pocket and pull a black velvet box. He placed it on the table.
"What is it"?
You say to him while laughing nervously but exciting at the same time.
"Well, why don't you open and see"
Said Brad. He had a smile on his face as he urged you to open it, and ao you did.
Once you opened it, you saw a diamond necklace that was shining and twinkling as the light hit it. You were amazed with the expense jewellery that sparkled back at you. It was odd actually cause weeks before the pair of you went shopping and Brad noticed you staring at this necklace of course you wanted it but no amount of jewellery would stop you from loving this man he was worth more.
"Oh Bradley"
You were only able to say.
"Do you like it, my darling? I remember you staring at it when we went shopping and I thought why not buy it for so here you go"
He said to you.
"Like it, I absolutely love it baby come here. But I told you I was happy as long as I have you in my life. I don't need anything else"
You waid to him. He sat down on his lap and grabbed him, and glued your lips to his. He wrapped both of his hands around your back while you gently pulled on the collar of his shirt. It was a short, sweet kiss, but you realised you were out.
"I know I have said this so many times tonight, but I just want to show you how much you truly mean to me and make your wait worth while"
You say to him while wiping away some of your lipstick stain that was on his lips, which you both laughed at.
"Well, you deserve it cause I love you, and I am so glad and grateful to be your husband"
He gives you one last short kiss, and then you stand next to him.
"Thank you for this. I always treasure it. Right, I'm just going to head to the ladies, and them we can head home, babe. "
"You're welcome, my darling. You deserve it. No problems, please hurry back, or I'll miss you too much"
He says and playfully slapping his arms while grabbing your purse and making your way to the bathroom, which was way down at the and some stairs. Brad was left on his own he browsed through his phone while asking the waitress for the bill.
Brad then sat down, waiting for you patiently he browsed through his until a few minutes of people started to smell fire along with smoke appearing. Other people started to ask what was going on as there was no fire alarm. Seconds after a huge blaze emgured, throw a huge force across the whole building, which began to shake and tremble. Some people, it was an earthquake but it wasn't as strong and the ground wasn't shaking.
The entire restaurant was engulfed by flames. People ran to the nearest exit as some were knocked out by huge blaze, which came from the kitchen. Everyone ran to the nearest exit while others were getting up from wherever the force of the blaze threw them, and Brad was one of them.
After seeing people and screaming with sheer panic, Brad began to worry as there was no sign of you in the crowd. The staff were ordering him to leave soon as possible as they feared that there would be explosive.
"Sir, you need to evacuate the building now come om"
Said one of the staff. Who grabbed Brad and dragged him out of the burning smoke began to get thicker and thicker by each passing moment.
"I'm not leaving without my wife"
He shouted back at the man and then began to search for you, but there was no sign of you, which made him panic. He was pulled out of the fire. He tried calling you, but it went straight to your voicemail.
The fire started engulfing every Inch of the building, Brad was constantly worrying sick about you. The firemen and police along with paramedics, had arrived, making sure everyone was alright they were causality, and there were many.
"Sir, you need to stay here. It's too dangerous to go back in there"
Says one the fireman. Brad resisted listening to the man and thought about going back and in and searching for you.
"I don't give fuck my wife is in there and I am not just to sit out here and wait for you guys"
Says Brad and the firemen try to stop him, but he isn't already in searching for you. There was no way in this life he would ever leave you in danger even if it meant he had to put his owm life at risk, and he would do that without even second-guessing.
The fire was now aggressive as bits of the building started to fall, but still, Brad carried on walking through the blaze. Brad shouted your name, but there was a response . He remembered that before the fire broke out, you went to the bathroom, which was at the back and down some stairs.
The only way he would get to was if he ran and which he did he grabbed one of the one of the table cloths and eventually found you lying on the floor unconscious.you definitely inhaled a lot of smoke. He wrapped you tightly with thick table cloth and carried you out of the building.
Brad never left your side as you were carried into the ambulance, his heart racing with panic inside, hoping for you to be alright. You definitely had some bad burns but needed to be patient to get checked out thoroughly.
Waiting in A&E, Brad sat down worrying about you as you were in intensive care. He refused to get his self checked as desperately needed to know that you were alright. He had inhaled a lot of smoke, so he was constantly coughing.
After hours of waiting, a doctor came into the waiting room.
"Mr Simpson, if you would like to come with me"
Said the doctor.
"Is Y/N alright, please stop stalling and just tell me my wife is alright"
Said Brad in a frustrated tone.
"She's fine sir she has some bad burns, but she is doing very well if you would like to follow me"
Said the man his words brought some relief for Brad, and he was excited to see you.
"Hey, there's my beautiful wife"
He said while holding on to your hands, which were bandaged up tightly.
"I'd thought I lost you and the thought that would have killed me, not fire. My only concern was you, my darling"
He whispered to you.
You had serious burs on your body, but the only thing that mattered to Brad was you were alive, and he would do it multiple times to save you from anything like that again.
"I was so scared I heard screaming outside, and then the door wouldn't open, and then the flames came there, no escape and then I blacked out but all I kept thinking about was not seeing you again babe"
You broke down in tears as thought of near death scared you, and Brad wrapped his around you while being careful not to hurt you. He pushed away the small strands of hair that were on your face.
"Hey, shhh, it's alright. You're safe now, my darling, and I promise that I won't let anything bad or something like this happen to you again. I will do that all again a million times. I would walk through fire for you again if I had to cause I need you, I want you, and most importantly, I absolutely love you"
He said to you.
"You're my hero, Mr Simpson, and I love you more"
You said to him while hugging him tightly...
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the-void-writes · 1 year
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So I know people are doing spicy prompts for October, and I wanted to try a bit because I haven't written much in a while. @aninkwellofnectar has a good prompt board that I'm loosely following for these, so expect to see some more stuff this month (if I can manage it 😅)
Tagging @bloodlessheirbyjacques @circa-specturgia @tryingtimi in case you're interested (since I've talked about these two recently)
Week One - Lust - Micah and Adrien
Warning: 18+ only.
Adrien could barely keep his eyes open as he looked over his files. More patients had just come in from a town with dangerously-high radiation levels, and their mutations were agonizing enough just to look at. He couldn't imagine the pain that they were in. Dark thoughts clouded his mind again, memories of patients who begged him to end their suffering without so much as a goodbye to their loved ones. They hated him for it, and he didn't blame them, but at least those patients weren’t in pain anymore. As the names on the paper started to blur together, a pair of pale hands fell on Adrien’s shoulders and squeezed them gently. He sighed contentedly as Micah whispered to him.
“Still working?”
“Just getting things set for the nurses tomorrow.”
“Miles said he would take care of it.”
He chuckled. “No offense, but I don’t trust him this late. He drinks too much coffee and rearranges everything I’ve done.”
“Then Page will undo what he does.” Micah kissed the side of his head. “Please, come to bed.”
“I will, mon amor, just a moment.”
Adrien almost gasped as Micah sat on his lap and brushed his hands through his curly black hair. He knew all the right ways to touch Adrien, along his jaw and down his chest, enough to satisfy him and still keep him desperate for more. Any resilience he might have built up was shattered when Micah kissed the sensitive spot on his neck, right on his bite mark.
“You work too hard, hon. Let me treat you, please.”
Adrien’s face was red under his thick blue glasses. “Micah, s’il te plaît…”
“Already begging, how cute.”
Micah placed his hand on his cheek, and all his stress seemed to disappear. Adrien leaned as far into his touch as he could.
“Mon cheri, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Micah chuckled. “Get upstairs and show me, then.” 
Adrien had never moved so fast in his life, practically dragging Micah along the floor until they reached their shared room. They fell onto the bed, still attached, hands moving across shoulders and necks. Micah undid the buttons on Adrien’s shirt with ease, letting him take it off the rest of the way. He jumped a little when Micah traced over his chest, along his pale and chilled skin. The lights dancing in his gray eyes made Adrien weak all over.
“You’re so beautiful,” Micah said.
“What could possibly make you say that?”
He kissed the doctor’s chest tenderly. “Everything, Aidy. It’s every part of you, everything that I love and wish I could be.”
Adrien smiled and massaged the scar on Micah’s face. “You’re beautiful, too, mon amor. Remember that, always.”
With a big, gorgeous smile, Micah rolled over so the doctor was now under him. His long dark hair brushed Adrien’s chest as his lips met his neck again. 
“Aidy,” he said between kisses, “you’re so wonderful.”
Adrien shuddered. “Micah…”
He stopped. “I’m sorry, am I going too far?”
“No— I want this, my darling.”
Micah removed the last of their clothes while Adrien shyly removed his glasses, revealing the blood-red eyes that had come from his mutation. And yet, whenever Micah kissed him so fervently, he never felt like a monster. Adrien sighed and pulled him closer.
“Yes,” he said, “please keep going.”
“Of course, love.”
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wrestlersownmyheart · 2 years
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Second Chances Ch. 3 (Book 1 In the "Chances" Series) *Samoa Joe X OC*
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Pairing: Samoa Joe X Female OC
Summary:
Ella Roberts has led a traumatic life.
She witnessed her parents' murders at the age of eighteen, and narrowly escaped death herself, due to the intervention of Joe Seanoa, a close family friend. After she discovers she was the true target the night her parents were killed, she assumes a new identity and runs away with intentions of protecting her family and loved ones. Years later, she is pursued by a mysterious Ukrainian, and soon finds herself right back in the biggest nightmare of her life. Fate brings her back to Joe, and knowing Ella's still in danger, Joe vows to keep her safe. But can he succeed? Or will the danger that still threatens her freeze any second chance they have at a happily-ever-after?
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with TNA. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Some drinking
Chapter 3
Nashville, Tennessee December 31, 1997
"Oh, wow," Ella gasped as she rode with her parents down the winding country road which led to the Jarrett's mansion. She could see it even now, still a mile or two away. The three-story, white brick manor peeked through the thick shelter of trees, shrubs, and hedges that accompanied the forest near the new home. "Look! There are six different chimneys on the roof," she exclaimed in excitement, as she played with a lock of her long, dark hair. "I bet each bedroom has a fireplace! Oh, I'd love to have a fireplace in my room! Uncle Jeff and Aunt Nina sure went all out on their new home," she chattered.
"Well, they've worked hard for it, and earned what they have," Nathan Roberts commented, as he slowly guided the family's large SUV down the gravel road. He took every opportunity he could to instill in his teenage daughter that hard work was the only thing which truly paid off in life. "Just goes to show what you can have when you are patient, and hard-working."
"Don't worry, Daddy," Ella smiled at her father through the rear-view mirror. "You've taught me well enough to know I shouldn't blow all of my money. I promise, I'll take care of any finances I have."
Nathan smiled back at his daughter with pride. "That's my girl." He glanced at the mansion again and let out a little whistle. He slowed the car down even more so he could get a good look at it from a distance. "It's really gorgeous," he said after staring at the huge home. "It looks like something out of a glitzy holiday movie."
Andrea, nodded. "Yes, it does. I'm very proud of Jeff and Nina. This place is just amazing." She leaned forward in her seat to get a better look. "It's decorated beautifully for the holidays." She rolled her window down a little and inhaled the crisp, winter air as it rushed into the vehicle. "Smell the air," she smiled at her husband. "It's always so fresh and clean."
"Yes, and I love it," Ella agreed, "But Mom, I'm in spaghetti straps-could you please put the window back up," she chuckled. She continued to ogle the stunning home as her mother hit the button to roll the window back up.
Admiring the New Year's decorations her mother had pointed out, Ella noticed the mansion held strand after strand of white Christmas lights framing the front porch and roof. The Jarrett's huge Christmas tree was still in the picture window and lit up with all the colorful decorations.
"This is so awesome," Ella giggled, already unfastening her seat-belt as they got closer. "I can't wait to see the inside."
Though she was excited about the mansion, she secretly admitted to herself that she was relieved the Jarretts built their new home on the same land. She could not imagine never running through the woods again, or strolling barefoot through the open fields.
"Yes, baby, but don't forget we're here for a family party," Nathan gently chided. He steered the car around a curve in the road, gravel crunching under the tires. "You'll have plenty of time to look at the house. Besides, aren't you excited to see your friends?"
Ella felt a stab of pain, mixed with panic at the mention of 'friends'.
Joe, she thought instantly.
Even now, three years later, he was still on her mind incessantly. She had not spoken to him since the day he broke her heart. She had emailed him once, but only because she felt she had no other choice. Joe called her several times after his seventeenth birthday, and Ella insisted on her parents telling him she was out with friends, or busy studying. He finally gave up on phone calls and resorted to an email. Ella did not read it. She merely clicked 'Reply' and sent him three sentences:
You are bound to know how I feel about you, Joe. Please, give me the time I need to try and get over you. Be happy.
~Ella
Then she deleted her email account, started a brand new one, and messaged all her friends to let them know of the changes. She asked all the mutual friends of hers and Joe's that they not inform Joe about the new email. Luckily, they all seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation.
Probably due to AJ, she mused, knowing he had understood her pain. He had tried to keep in touch with Ella over the years, though it was hit or miss. She was lucky, however, that she got to see him a couple years prior, when he'd come to visit at the old Jarrett home on a Christmas holiday. She was more thankful for that visit than AJ would ever know. He'd led her to the Lord during the holiday visit, and Ella became a Christian.
She grew more nervous as they came even closer to the mansion. So many of her family friends had gone off to wrestling school like Joe, and she had not seen them in a long time. And it didn't help that most of her friends were now working for Jeff's company, Total Nonstop Action. But AJ, Talia, and Angel had tried their best to stay in touch despite their hectic schedule. The company put on weekly pay-per-views, but Jeff and his business partner, Dixie Carter, were working hard to get a network to sign them on.
"Ella?"
She realized then she had not responded to her father from moments before. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't get me wrong. I've missed Uncle Jeff and Aunt Nina so much. I also can't wait to see the others. It's been so long. I've not seen AJ since that Christmas I got saved. And I haven't seen Talia or Angel in about three years. And-"
"Or Joe, for that matter," Andrea cut in lightheartedly, not noticing the flush which crept up her daughter's young, pretty face.
"Y-yeah," Ella said brusquely. "I just hate that the only way I can keep up with my friends' lives is to read the wrestling gossip sites-which aren't even accurate ninety-five percent of the time. And usually they're only talking about storylines, at that."
"Well, honey, they all stay very busy," Andrea interjected, turning in her seat to face her daughter. She patted her hair, the same dark hair Ella had inherited, making sure the coiffure hadn't come free of its up do. "You know how hard they have to practice and work."
Ella nodded, "I know. I just worry that they've forgotten about me. We all used to have such great times together."
Nathan chuckled, slowing the car's speed even more. "Sweetheart, they haven't forgotten you. I doubt that's even a possibility."
But Ella wasn't hearing him as her thoughts slipped back to Joe. Her stomach felt as if it were turning somersaults. I'll see him tonight, she thought.
It was inevitable. How would she handle it? How would he act? Would he be glad to finally see her? Or would he hate her?
"Ella?"
Ella snapped out of her reverie of the past, and glanced up at her parents, "I'm sorry…what?"
"We're almost there. Here's your wrap, sweetheart," Andrea smiled, handing the garment back to her daughter. "I still say you should have brought a coat."
"Oh, Mom, I'll be fine. All I have to deal with is the walk from the car to the house."
"We're here," Nathan cut in, pulling into the large circular driveway of the Jarrett mansion. He drove around to park with the many other cars on the other side of the large home.
"We have to walk all the way back around to the front?" Ella asked, her brow furrowing. Between the mansion's large size and her new heels, she would have blisters rubbed on her feet within minutes.
"No, Jeff said to enter from the back. That's where the party is being held," Andrea explained, gathering her purse and preparing to get out of the vehicle. Nathan killed the car then, and Ella pulled the sheer, pale lavender wrap over her bare, ivory shoulders. She smiled as she looked down at the gown she wore.
The garment was the same shade of lavender lace as the wrap. Silver threaded designs swirled up through the lacy material, giving it a hint of sparkle. The corseted back exposed the soft skin of her back, the bodice hugging her torso as well as her small waist. The dress flowed out gracefully from her slender hips into a full skirt, just barely skimming the floor. Now an adult, she had taken to wearing her waist-length hair down, free and flowing. She had, however, taken pains with it that evening, rolling it and sweeping some of the soft waves up into a partial up-do. Ella was truly glad her uncle had made the New Year's party a formal one. She and her parents rarely went anywhere together, as busy as her father stayed, and so she didn't get to dress up for parties very often.
Feeling like a royal princess, she stepped out of the car, and followed her parents to the mansion's patio where a set of French doors was open for guests to enter through. The beautiful veranda was lavished with Christmas lights and both red poinsettias, as well as white. She looked around at the wooded area around the home and fell in love with the Jarrett homestead all over again. She envied the wonderful life her little cousins would always have here. It was so different from the Roberts' own city-style home. Ella gave one last reflective peek at the thickness of trees and pictured herself sitting under one, shaded from the sun on a warm spring day and reading one of her favorite books; only the sounds of nature to distract her. Joe's image invaded her fantasy suddenly, and she could see him sitting down beside her in the grass, smiling and playfully pulling her onto his lap, book and all.
She shook her head to erase the hopeless fantasy from her mind's eye. Such daydreams were for children anyway. She slowly trailed after her parents into the mansion, trying to slow her pounding heart. Just past the entryway Ella found the banquet room, where the New Year's Eve party was taking place.
Her jaw dropped as she took in the beauty of the huge party room. A white, veil-like material draped downward from the ceiling in graceful swoops, and above it were tons of white lights; the combination giving the room a soft, candle-lit effect. Another large Christmas tree stood in one corner, a couple of buffet tables held all kinds of food and desserts, punches, and glasses of champagne. The alabaster-colored pillars throughout the room, sparkled with various colors of iridescent ribbons spiraled around them.
Many of the guests had already arrived and several were dancing to the music blaring from a huge sound system set up near the buffet table. She noticed Alex Shelley dancing with Daffney, and Ella chuckled. What with Alex's fairly clean-cut image, and Daffney's goth style, they made an unlikely pair. She took note of Talia and Chris Sabin in one corner of the room talking as they danced; their bodies snuggled close together. Smiling, she admitted to herself what a perfect fit the two were, and wondered how long it took them to realize they were perfect for each other.
She turned then, to inspect the rest of the large room, and spotted a guitar and piano set up with a microphone. Somehow, I think I'll be singing later, she chuckled to herself. "This is so beautiful," she thought out loud as her gaze swept over the whole room.
"Well, so are you, darlin'."
Recognition, followed by a grin, crossed Ella's face as she spun around to the voice that had complimented her. "Uncle Jeff," she squealed, and then launched herself into his waiting arms. "Oh, my Gosh—I've missed you and Aunt Nina so much!"
"We've missed you too, honey," Jeff replied, hugging Ella tighter. "I can't believe it's been two years since we saw you last."
Ella nodded, and pulled away, straightening Jeff's suit jacket. He looked his niece over from head to foot, and shook his head. "And now you're all grown up, and so beautiful."
"Thank you," a blush crept up her pretty face then. "You look amazing; and so happy. How is Aunt Nina doing? The girls?"
She hadn't seen her little cousins since the last time she visited. Kayla was six at the time, and Jennifer had been two. She could not imagine how much the little girls must have grown.
"They are all doing terrific," Jeff answered, taking her wrap from her shoulders so he could hang it up for her. "Nina's around here somewhere. The girls are in bed already. Nina goes and peeks in at them every little while."
Ella nodded and started to speak when she felt a hand grab her shoulder and gently whirl her around. In the next instant, her face nearly made contact with a hard chest.
"Ella," she heard AJ Styles' voice drawl affectionately. "Is that really you," he asked. "Where in the world have you been? We were wondering if you'd changed your mind about coming." He held her away to get a better look at the young girl. "Gosh—you look beautiful," he exclaimed, smiling. "How did you grow up so fast?"
Ella laughed, and at the same time felt tears burn her eyes. "Fast? Three years—well, two in your case—isn't fast, AJ. And I'm sorry for being late. We nearly ran out of gas and had to stop to fill up. Daddy never pays attention to the gas gauge," she explained, and then hugged AJ close. "Gosh, it's so great to see you."
"Well, you have fun kiddo," Jeff interrupted with a smile. "I'm gonna go see my sister and brother."
"Okay, see you after a while, Uncle Jeff," she smiled back at him and then turned back to AJ. "So how are you," she asked. "I've missed you all so much."
"Well, we've missed you too. And I'm doing great," AJ smiled, his blue eyes crinkling in his excitement. He ran a hand over his short-cropped brown hair. "And so is everyone else. No one has had any injuries in several months."
"Well, that's great," Ella smiled as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. "As well as a relief." The happiness left her face for a moment, and her sapphire eyes darkened with guilt. "So, um—how's...J-Joe been?"
"He's okay," AJ answered truthfully. "He asks about you. A lot. Of course I can't tell him much since I've not really seen you in, well…a long time."
Ella nodded. "I know. It's been too long."
"You do know he's coming here tonight, don't you?"
"Yes. I know," she said softly and sighed. "And I'm scared."
AJ hugged her again. "Don't be scared. This is Joe we're talking about."
"Giselle?"
She heard the unmistakable voice of Sabin, and turned to face the clown of TNA. Alex hurried up beside him as well. Ella giggled in excitement. "Well, if it ain't Dumb & Dumber," she teased the tag team as they pulled her into a hug.
"Hey," Sabin pouted, as he straightened at his sandy blond hair. "We are not dumb."
AJ laughed then as he playfully slugged Sabin in the shoulder, "Obviously you are if you don't realize by now to not call her 'Giselle'."
"Well we haven't seen her in a few years," Alex said, grinning at Ella. "We thought maybe she'd grown into it."
"Trust me," Ella laughed, "I've not grown into 'Giselle' yet. And I probably never will. Only Mom and Daddy call me that—and that's only when I'm in trouble."
"Oh, my God! Ella!"
The four friends turned toward the girlish squeals which erupted behind them. They saw Talia and Angel running straight for them. The girls collided with Ella and held on tight.
"Talia! Angel," Ella squealed in return as she returned the hugs. "I'm so happy to see you guys!"
"Likewise," Angel smiled. "We've missed you so much."
"Yes," Talia agreed. "It's not been the same without you. Oh, and we actually go by Angelina Love and Velvet Sky now. In the ring anyway."
"Ah, ring names," Ella chuckled. "Well they're great. They fit you perfectly."
"I can't believe you're actually here," Angel exclaimed. "After the way Joe hurt you-"
"Let's not talk about that tonight," Ella said lightly, hugging both her friends again. "I don't want everyone to think about it," she smiled and added, "I'm not." She hoped nobody could tell she was lying through her teeth. She figured AJ knew, but that was different. He had shared her pain with her.
Angel and Talia's commotion had tugged all attention to their small gathering, and several others congregated around them, finally noticing Ella in their midst. She hugged and joked with each one of them, feeling part of her old self returning. She felt a surge of pure joy at seeing all her old friends again. She realized many of them were several years older than she was, but they all seemed to have a lot in common. The TNA Knockouts, what the female division became known as, all admired Ella's gorgeous dress; and secretly, so did some of the male wrestlers. Or rather, they admired the young woman in the dress. They could not believe Ella had changed so much in only three years.
Kevin Nash was giving her a fatherly hug when an extremely tall man with short, medium blond hair and bright, deep-set blue eyes made his way over to the group. He was almost as tall as Kevin. Ella felt as though she would get a crick in her neck if she looked up at him for long. She gave him a friendly smile and then turned her attention back to ribbing Alex and Sabin about their IQs. The man watched as the group of friends shared another laugh.
Kevin turned and noticed the man on the outskirts of the group and motioned him over. "Get over here and say hi, boy…you're now part of the family too," he drawled.
He indicated Ella with a point of his thumb, and said, "This is Ella Roberts, Jeff's niece. Ella, this is Matt Morgan, the newest member of the TNA roster."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Ella smiled. "Welcome to the family." She smacked her forehead then, "Sorry...I totally sound like I came out of one of the Godfather movies, don't I?"
Matt laughed, and reached his large hand out to shake hers, "Nice to meet you too. And thanks. It's great to be a part of such a great company, and family."
She took his hand and could not believe how it swallowed hers.
Matt seemed to read her thoughts as he laughed, and said, "Don't worry. I won't crush you."
Ella laughed as well, and replied, "All you big guys are just teddy bears. Kevin's proof of that."
And that's how Joe found her. Laughing, and happy.
With her hand in Matt Morgan's.
AJ noticed him approaching the group then. He leaned back out of Ella's line of view as she was hugging Kurt Angle, who had just joined the group, and pointed to her, mouthing the words: "Dude! Ella's here!"
Joe gave him a glare that had AJ shrinking back into the safety of the group. The moody Samoan was already in somewhat of an irritable frame of mind, knowing he would most likely be seeing Ella at the party. He wanted to see her, but was a little apprehensive, knowing how things had been left between them. He took another look at Ella then. In truth, it took him a moment or two to realize he was looking at Ella Roberts. He didn't realize how grown up she would look after only three years. Somehow, he still expected to see the gawky young girl who wore a ponytail and no makeup. The girl who was barely even in high school. Now, he thought, the ugly duckling became a swan. But even that didn't seem an adequate enough description. She had an inner radiance which seemed to light the room all on its own. Something about her was different.
He noticed she had grown her dark hair to a very long length. The thick waves of hair cascaded from the top of her head, where a good portion of the mane was pinned, and flowed down the graceful slope of her back to her waist. He admired the ivory skin of her delicate shoulders. And when she turned slightly, he saw her face.
She's an angel, he thought, his heart skipping a couple beats. There wasn't a better word to fit her appearance. She had filled out, but was still extremely slender. She had grown a few inches in height as well, though she was still much shorter than he was. Suddenly nervous about approaching her, he took a deep breath. "Breathe, Joe," he told himself. "It's just Ella."
As he headed over to the group of friends, he felt in his pocket for the little jewelry box which held the pendant he had bought for her as a late Christmas gift. It had been an impulse buy and he suddenly felt nervous about giving it to her. He walked over to her then, and lightly touched her shoulder. "Ella?" She turned to his voice, and for an instant her face seemed to pale, but then he saw a blush flood her cheeks.
"Joe."
Ella forced herself to smile, and looked the large man up and down. He had abandoned his usual jeans and t-shirt, and donned a charcoal suit minus a tie, and a black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. It was a drastic change. His thick, jet-black hair was in its usual short cut, and seemed to accentuate his dark eyes. He looked even more gorgeous than she remembered, and she could not take her eyes off him.
They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other, having no idea what to say. Oblivious to everyone around them, they did not notice when their friends gave each other knowing looks and backed away to give the two the space they needed.
"H-How are you," Ella finally managed a full sentence.
Joe decided to try and break the ice in an unconventional kind of way. "Well, I've not been too great for the past three years."
Ella's head dropped and she could not meet his eyes. To her dismay, his hand touched her chin and he tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"See, I lost contact with a great friend. My best friend. And, I was hoping I'd see her tonight so I could fix whatever went wrong."
"Maybe there's nothing to fix," Ella said softly, going along with his facade. "Maybe she just needed time away from you. To get over a painful time in her life."
"But she could have explained that," Joe replied with a light tone of bitterness in his voice, "instead of lying about being sick. She left without even saying goodbye, knowing I wouldn't see her again for a long time. She didn't stop and think about how that would make me feel, or how much I would miss her."
"Joe, you don't understand," Ella said, dropping the charade. "I…I-I…" She looked over his shoulder and nearly winced. Christy Hemme was walking toward them. No doubt to stake her claim on Joe. "Can we talk about this later," she asked abruptly.
"Why don't you talk to me now?"
"I just can't, okay," she said softly. Glancing over his shoulder again, she swallowed hard. "Please, Joe—just go dance with Christy, or whoever you're here with, and make this easier on both of us."
With that, she turned and left him standing by himself, feeling more hopeless than he had ever felt in his life.
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"Is Joe acting kind of strange to you guys," Ella asked, as she and some of her friends danced to the beat of Will Smith's "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It".
"How so," Talia asked, playfully bumping hips with Ella.
"Well…he—It sounds crazy, I know—but he almost seemed like he was…flirting with me a little while ago. And he was looking at me really funny."
"Pffft…what's crazy about that," Alex asked, grabbing her hand and giving her a spin. "And as for the 'funny' way he's looking at you—I think that's fairly obvious, since I've caught him staring at you tonight like you're a Samoan delicacy."
"Really romantic, Shelley," Angelina scolded, as she watched Ella's face go crimson.
"Well, I could have come up with a lot worse," Alex threatened in a childish manner. "For example, 'Joe's been staring at Ella all night like he'd love to give her-'"
"SHELLEY!"
The whole group of friends shouted over him to cover up whatever crude thing he had planned to say. At the same moment, Ella threw herself at him and slapped her hand over his mouth, "My parents are here," she hissed at him, her eyes darting over the entire room to make sure they were not nearby. To her horror, she felt Alex's warm tongue brush over her palm. She squealed and began wiping her hand off on his shirt, "You sicko!"
She couldn't help laughing however as he wriggled his dark eyebrows at her. When no one else could, the Motor City Machine Guns could always make her laugh. She gave him an affectionate hug. "Thanks, Alex. I needed that laugh. I should have known I could count on you."
"Hey, I'm really good at lots of other stuff too," he said, a mischievous sparkle in his brown eyes. "So if you ever need a really amazing-"
"Whoa," Ella cut him off, laughing again. "I have no idea what you were about to say, Alex, but remember: Just because I'm now eighteen, doesn't mean every man in this room wouldn't murder you and dump your body in the well outside. Without hesitation."
He groaned in mock-frustration. "That sucks!"
"We are just not meant to be, Alex," Ella said, melodramatically, placing the back of her hand across her forehead like an old-fashioned southern belle. "Whateva shall we do?"
"How about a dance?"
Ella turned to face Matt Morgan smiling down at her. She smiled back at him and glanced over at Alex. "I do declare, Mr. Shelley—I have found myself another," she drawled, as she lowered her hand from her head to Matt's hand. As she allowed Matt to lead her away, Alex bellowed, "NOOO! Why? Why?"
Startled by the loud outburst, Ella turned to see him fall to his knees and let out some very real sounding sobs. She and Matt burst out laughing when Shelley grabbed his heart. "Oh my goodness… He's nuts-"
"Oh wow—did he just latch onto Talia," Matt asked, laughing loudly.
Ella nodded, dabbing tears of laughter from her eyes. "Yep—And here comes Sabin, in 3-2-1…Ouch," she commentated, laughing hysterically with Matt as they watched Sabin slap Alex upside the head.
"I swear, they really are the Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels of TNA," Matt chuckled, as he pulled Ella into his arms. They began swaying to an old classic tune of Frank Sinatra's.
"Yes, when Alex and Sabin are present—there's never a dull moment at Uncle Jeff's parties," Ella said, still laughing. She looked up at Matt, as they danced around the floor. "How tall are you," she asked suddenly. "You've got to be pushing seven feet."
The large man seemed to blush a bit. "I'm just shy of six-nine."
Ella nodded. "Thought so. If I had no connection to the wrestling world at all, I'd be amazed at such a height," she chuckled. "But when you've grown up around guys like Kevin Nash, and Chris Parks, you get used to incredible heights very quickly."
"I am amazed someone as little as you could get used to it at all."
"Hey now, I'm five-foot-six," Ella said teasingly. "I'm above the average height for a woman."
Matt smiled. "So you are." He really liked Ella's sense of humor, and her talkative nature. She seemed like the type of person who never met a stranger. And she was quite pretty. He would not mind getting to know her better, but he was not sure how Jeff would take to that. I'll just have to take it one day at a time and see how it goes, he thought.
But in the next instant, Ella's hand was removed from his shoulder, and the large man turned to meet a pair of furious black eyes.
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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)
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Requested: Yes
Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff
A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!
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Rosé
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Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.
Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.
She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.
But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.
She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions
You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.
You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.
You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.
Turning Point
"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.
After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.
You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.
"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.
"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.
"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.
You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.
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The Next Day
"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.
"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.
"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.
"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.
You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.
"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.
"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.
You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.
You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.
That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.
"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"
She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.
"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.
You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"
Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.
"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."
You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.
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"Milk?"
"Check."
"Ramen?"
"Check."
"Cereal?"
"Nope."
You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.
You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.
You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.
"Thank you, Y/N."
"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."
She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.
"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.
Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.
"Sorry ma'am!"
A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.
"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.
"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"
She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.
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The Last Day Of Detention
Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.
So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.
She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.
The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.
"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.
"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.
"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.
"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.
"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.
The Fallout
After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand
"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.
"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.
You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd
You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way
"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."
Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know
"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."
At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.
She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous
She lit up when she saw your reaction
"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.
You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.
The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.
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Lisa
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Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.
You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.
Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.
She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks
The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things
You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.
You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.
She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.
"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.
"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.
"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.
"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.
You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.
Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess
*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.
"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.
Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually
You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.
"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.
"But Mrs. Ta--"
"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.
The Turning Point
"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.
"Knock it off, Manoban."
"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.
She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.
Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.
"Do you want a snack?"
"Sure, do you have any ramen?"
She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.
Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.
"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.
You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.
"Your wish is my command, princess."
Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.
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"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.
"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.
A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.
Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.
"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.
"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.
She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.
"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.
"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.
"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.
"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.
"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.
"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."
You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.
"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.
"Fair enough."
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Later, On The Rooftop
"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.
"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.
"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.
"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.
"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.
"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.
After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.
She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.
"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.
"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.
"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.
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Later, In Her Bedroom
"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.
"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."
Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.
The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.
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Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.
Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"
You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.
Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.
"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.
"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.
"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.
Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.
"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.
"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."
"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.
"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."
"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."
"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.
You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.
"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.
The Fallout
From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid
She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself
You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little
She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch
"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.
"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.
She invites you to her dance perfomances
When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites
"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.
"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school
You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.
"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"
She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.
"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.
"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.
You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."
Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.
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katsukikitten · 3 years
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Time spent with Todoroki.
Warnings: This is a Pro Hero aged up AU, think late twenties. Adult themes such as sex are to follow. Please enjoy
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Shoto was by far your favorite sugar daddy. He showered you in lavish gifts and gave you the pipe often. He checked your bank account and made sure it never fell below a certain amount and paraded you around town like the Princess you were. But most importantly he was stoic. Doing nothing more than wiping you up with a warm rag once the two of you were finished, never clinging to you with desperate hands like many other sugar daddies had. Hoping their money would make you giddy and buy your love. Maybe it would have, had you not already run out of love for people. Your heart broken one too many times by a long term relationship causing you to vow that money was your only love. 
People were just too disappointing. 
Your contracts with Shoto were medium in length, anywhere between three to five months mostly because he likes to keep his "options open." Which filled you with pure lust for him, knowing you could get away with your kinks without worrying over some man falling for you. 
Still, it was difficult for the Pro hero not to fall for you, at first he had no interest in love. Having sworn it off mostly for fear of failure thanks to his dysfunctional family. It was the main reason he started looking into sugar baby websites, he saw your profile picture and your bolded No strings attached. He liked the idea of that, loved it really and yet, he became tangled in you after the renewal of your second contract. He tried to suppress the warm feeling in his chest, he found it difficult more times than not. 
Especially now, with you on your knees with his guicci jacket spread out on the tile of the bathroom floor as your lipstick clad lips wrap around his cock. Your cheeks hollowed and your eyes looking up at him with enchanting lust. He fists your hair shoving you further on his cock. Your eyes water as you gag softly and Todoroki is just thankful your makeup is waterproof. 
The sight and the sounds make him groan while your manicured nails dig into his bare thigh. You rub your thighs for friction, moaning around his cock, it's enough to send Shoto over the edge. Hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat as his grip on your styled hair tightens. 
"Fuck Princess…." He moans bucking into your mouth, sharp eyes look down at you. Seeing a powerful man come undone for you is enough to keep you content for now. 
"Sir will take care of you after the gala okay?" His cheeks are still a little red as he runs his hand over your hair. Lifting you off the floor before fixing himself. He gives you a light spin, making sure nothing scuffed your gorgeous designer dress before he exits the stall. Pushing back his long hair while you retouch your lipstick with a knowing smirk. 
The two of you waltz back to the party, sans his jacket, abandoning the designer garment without a second thought. The price of it was barely a drop in his bucket. It could have been half of his bucket for all he cared, his mind always swimming with thoughts of you.  He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you back to the table, dinner half forgotten once your hand wandered towards his crotch for a tease. 
"F...find the bar okay?' Izuku asks as you take your seat, your sly hand going for your wine. Uraraka blushes when you give her a wink. 
"Just fine." Shoto says sipping his whisky. 
"So who's won awards so far?" You ask with gleaming eyes, Izuku smiles. 
"Kaachan for most villains caught. Kirishima for the safest feeling hero, myself for rescue ratio." He holds up his small little trophy, "And you, Shouto, for most mysterious." 
"What about the rankings? Did we miss that?" 
"No they are about to announce it!" Uraraka exclaims, eyes glittering with excitement and wine. Her chestnut eyes slide over to her emerald eye date, hoping for the best for him. 
The announcer steps to the stage, his sapphire blue suit catching everyone's eye as he takes the center. 
"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night filled with congratulations and cheer but now is the moment you've been waiting for, tonight we will reveal the top three heroes. Voted in by a strenuous board appointed by the fans, we finally present the BIG THREE!" 
Some tables erupt in cheers while the host takes his dramatic pause, when the sound dies down the host brandishes the golden envelope. 
As he announces your hand wanders again, playing with your favorite toy, Shouto's face gives way nothing as the host drags out the awards. Explaining how long the winner's speeches should be. Soon Shouto cannot ignore your hands creeping on his clothed cock that throbs beneath your fingers. He knows he can't wait through what's bound to be a half an hour. He rises excusing himself dragging you with him before you're being cornered against a wall in some random closet. 
"So impatient, princess." He bites out, kissing your throat, sliding down to your exposed collar bone while his hand ventures between your thighs. Calloused pads circling your puffy clit as you let out a loud moan that's swallowed by the cheering of the gala room. Impatient himself he undoes his pants, stroking himself with his free hand while you cum on his fingers. 
After the coil in your stomach snaps for a third time he's satisfied, kissing you as he aligns the tip of his dick to your quivering entrance.
"Fuck, Shouto. Fuck me please, sir!" You beg, making his head spin, alcohol mingling in the small dark space. 
"Be patient kitten. Sir will fuck you right baby." He grunts, sheathing himself into your soaking core.  You cry out, clawing at his back through his shirt. The smell of biting cold hair mingling with the hearty smoke of a bonfire engulfs you as you press your face into his chest. He lifts both of your legs, strong hands grabbing onto thick thighs as he fucks into you with a deadly pace. Slapping skin and lewd wet sounds echo back to the two of you, encouraging his pistoning hips. 
"Listen to those sounds Princess, your pussy sounds so pretty." He bites at your ear as you endlessly moan and whimper into his chest. Cunt clenching as he drives over your spongy spot, the head of his cock going deeper with each thrust. Soon it all becomes too much, your vision spots panting as you cry out in ecstasy, body ridged and arching to meet him. 
"Cumming on my cock already?" He coos, fucking you through your next orgasim as your legs shake around him. Toes pointed in your red bottoms as you attempt to hold onto him for dear life. 
"S..sir! You cry out, "I'm gonna...nnngghhh." 
He ruts into you, pressing you further into the wall as he frees up one hand to play with your throbbing clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he loses focus on his precise thrusts that turn sloppy. His eyes too focused on you as you cum, milking his cock. Your eyes flutter, desperately attempting to hold eye contact as one hand palms your breast and the other scratches at the skin at the nape of his neck. Your tongue lulls out just a bit as your mouth makes a sinful O shape, a few tears of over stimulation fall down your cheeks as he continues to fuck into your wet cunt. The sight makes him explode into you, warm spurts of cum causing you to whimper and clench in delight as he ruts until he is done.  He sets his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as words claw up his throat. 
"I love..." He whispers, catching himself just in time, "Your tight cunt." 
He kisses you, hoping you don't think anything more of it. 
After a few minutes, and Shouto's cock softens, he withdraws. Wiping you up with a wipe from your purse as the two of you check the other for fluids. A drunken cat smile plastered on your lips as you reapply your lipstick, wiping away the stains on his dark grey shirt and collar. 
The two of you step into the hall just in time as the doors start to open. Quickly and calmly you grab for your pack of cigarettes, your normal alabi, placing the stick in your mouth. Shouto, much like a gentleman, lights it as you inhale to keep the tip a burning ember. Gently blowing the smoke over his clothes, careful to avoid his face as you waft the burning stick around yourself as if it were an incense. Knowing good and well the smell of smoke always hides the salty smell of sex. Quickly you extinguish it on an ice cube that Todoroki provides, you toss the cube in the closet and the half of a smoke into your burkin slamming it shut just as a small group of sidekicks approach. 
"Shouto! Wow! I can't believe it was a three way tie this year! Congrats to you, Deku and Dynamight!" They drunkenly cheer, "It's crazy how that happened." 
"You're so secretive, your manager accepted the award on your behalf even though you were here tonight!"
A stream of people dot on your date as you cling to his muscular arm while you harbor a secret of your own. Cum dribbles between your thighs as you think of his sweaty head against yours. It feels good to be a Pro hero sugar baby. 
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"You staying the night again?" Shouto asks as he presses a cold water bottle to your palm, your body covered in a sheen of post sex sweat from a week's worth of fun. You give him a small smile as you sit up, tits bouncing as you readjust entirely. You can feel his icy hot gaze as it rakes over your body, feeling the goose flesh prick along your skin as it does with the threat of an oncoming summer storm. 
"I wanna discuss the renewal of our contract. Plus we have a final date per the expiring one." He says as he rises, heading towards the luxurious ensuite to start a shower for you both. 
"Hmmm guess I could. How much longer do we have left?" You never really paid attention to this things, always being satisfied with whatever Shouto gave you. 
"Two weeks." He returns back from the bathroom, grabbing his wallet from his bedside table. Pulling out his onyx black card, he places it in your hand. His eyes holding yours, you give a devilish grin. 
"Sir has a lot of paperwork for the agency to do today. Buy a dress I want to fuck you in and anything else you want to match okay baby girl?" He leans down to give your forehead a kiss while you giggle. Unable to hide the giddy that bubbles beneath your skin, you wrap your arms around him. 
"Thank you sir!" You exclaim, pepper his cheeks with kisses as you pull back, "Do I get to pick the date again?"
"Mmhmm." He encourages, running his hand up your bare bare as you squeal with delight.  You rush to the bathroom before he slowly follows behind. While under the hot stream the two of you make out for far too long, tongues fighting as the two of you exchange laughs before you add a playful statement that stays with the two toned hair man as he sits in his boring home office. 
"I'm going to get a dress so classy and sinful you'll fuck me on the spot!" 
His eyes wander to the photo on his desk, the one of your first date. The one you insisted the two of you take after a month of late booty calls since he paid for the "girlfriend" package. The two of you are bundled in warm coats, you cling to his firey side as you laugh and he just barely smirks. 
Looking back he thinks this is when he started to fall for you. You had never been ice skating before and insisted on going while the two of you were in NYC for important PR interviews for the cold and mysterious hero. Because that's what people did in the movies while in NYC, put on their skates at the Rockefeller rink to glide along the ice beneath the sparkling lights of the giant Christmas tree. It was busy, he opted for no skates, as he did better without but he helped you lace yours. Being ginger for the first time in his life as he helped you onto the ice, after demanding a moment of independence you had fallen straight onto your ass. Giving Shouto second hand embarrassment but instead of yelling, crying out or giving up, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as you reached for his steady hand, captivating the whole rink for a moment. It felt like magic had washed over the ice, as snow slowly danced into your hair and the colorful lights danced across your eyes. Just like that the spell was broken with a flash of light. A stranger approached to give you a small tip on how to skate and the polaroid he had taken. You thanked them with a smile placing the photo into your coat pocket leaning into Shoto to share a secret. 
"Now we have our first 'date' immortalized!"  You had giggled, gliding across the ice as if you were ethereal, hands outstretched for Shoto to join you. 
He wonders how you're doing at the shops. He occasionally gets a text or two from you. Sexy pictures of you in the changing room as you obviously buy lingerie as well. 
He fists his cock enough times he gets no work done and by the time he convinces himself enough is enough you come home. 
Wearing that damned devilish smirk. 
And so another week passes in the four walls of his bedroom. Your bank account as stuffed as your pussy as you bounce on his heating and cooling cock. 
"Fuck, baby fuck." Is all Todoroki can say as you chase your own high. His blunt nails clawing at your thighs as your tits bounce. Your mouth opens into that gorgeous O as you seek out that delicious friction on your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps as your humping becomes erratic and sloppy but still enough for your tight cunt to spasm wonderfully over Todoroki. So nice is the sight, sound and smell of you that Todoroki pumps his hips up into you twice before he paints your velvety walls, his eyes focused on you. 
"Fuck." He presses his sweaty head into the silk of his pillow case. Two toned hair clinging to his forehead. You lean over and kiss his cheek. 
"Thanks for the ride Pro hero." You wink before you dismount. Stretching towards the sky once your feet hit the warmed hardwoods, you begin to make your way towards the bathroom. Phone in hand. 
"I wanted to talk about extending your contract." Todoroki says, staring after you, "At dinner tonight." 
"It expired tonight right?" You say, looking over your shoulder while your phone lights up with an alert, "No need for dinner." 
"What do you mean?" He calls to you as you start the shower. 
"I mean, I think we should let the contract expire. Keep things fresh you know? Keep our options open?" 
He jumps to his feet and begs the urgency to die in his step. Calmly with somber steps making his way to the ensuite. He finds you already in the shower, water washes away the smell of sweat. The smell of him as your phone glares up at him. He taps the screen and your recent notifications wave at him as he stares down. 
Reading one of them in horror. 
Todoroki isn't sure why he feels this way as he looks at your phone on his vanity. As if the world fell from beneath his feet. His throat burns as he stares at the illuminated glass, spiraling as steam clouds his vision that begins to blur. He knew what he signed up for, he wanted this. 
This detached, heart hidden exchange in hopes of choking down the loneliness 
But he never expected that when this ended it would feel as if his heart had been ripped out, stepped on and crushed beneath the heel of one of your red bottomed shoes. 
"Come on aren't you joining me for our last shower iced cutie?" 
"Uh yes I'm coming." He steps into the shower as the push alert on your phone burns into his brain. 
"Kirishima Eijirou has put in an offer." 
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cherrysweather · 3 years
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hey can i request hcs for a easily flustered reader with miles edgeworth and phoneix wright?(seperate hc) (Bonus: The reader is like 4'5. You don't have to add that though.) Oh and gender neutral reader if you can. Thanks!
Sorry for being needy
-☔️☄️Anon if you ever wanna refer to me (*´꒳`*)
Heyo anon! How are you doing? I hope well :3
Since I'm still practicing with gender neutral pronouns, I hope I did well enough this time (If you want you can tell me if I can improve something and what to help me ;v;), so this probably won't be the most enjoyable thing I've wrote e-e''
Also, also also, don't worry about being needy, it actually helps me while writing knowing what you want specifically ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
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Headcanons: Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth x an easily flustered (and short) GN! S/O:
Phoenix Wright:
Phoenix with a s/o like this becomes a dad once again;
Whenever he compliments them and they get all red and shy he's kinda reminded of Trucy;
He finds them so cute and loves to tease them a bit sometimes;
Calling them "cute", "adorable", "precious", "lovely" on a daily basis, patting their head, holding their face in his hands and caressing their cheeks with his thumbs;
Or when they're cooking he puts his arms or chin on their head from behind to annoy them about their height;
(Once it happened that a piece of freshly boiled meat flew on Phoenix's face after he startled them in this smart way of teasing; serves you right);
At home, he tries to make them comfortable when in need to give or receive cuddles;
If they really don't feel like it, he respects their limits and just sits beside them, enjoying their company and reading to them some of his reports while working, brushing his hand on their once in a while;
Every time they try to compliment Phoenix and they stumble on their words, he grins and waits patiently for them to finish their sentence, inflicting on them with phrases like
"Can you repeat what you said?" or
"You meant talented? Or maybe handsome?" when they were simply trying to say that he looked good in his new suit;
If they get angry at him, he'll just grin more and he'll hug them, apologizing by kissing their head;
When in public however, he keeps them in their comfort zone most of the time;
He limits the PDA to just holding their hand while walking or keeping an arm against their back or on their shoulders in the crowds;
Since they're much smaller than him, he can easily touch their hair and, since he had to take care of Trucy before, he absolutely ADorEs styling their hair;
If they have long hair he can and will spend all the day brushing it and trying all the hairstyles he knows, both to spend time with them and enjoy all their expressions framed in their styled hair and red face;
If they have it short, he'll just pass his fingers through it, styling it with some of his hair gel.
Miles Edgeworth:
Being an easily flustered person himself, he does not tease them as Phoenix does, but he, too, loves to make those little actions that make them blush;
Caressing their arms, moving their hair behind their ears when he has them in front of him, holding them against his chest while lying down on bed or sofa;
(He's definitely more romantic than Phoenix-)
He doesn't do much more because before flustering them, he's the one who's flustered firsthand;
When he has free time and is in his office, he always gives them a call and invites them to drink some tea together;
He also taught them to play chess so if they win, he can compliment them on how fast they learned and how cute it was their face when they concentrated;
He uses a lot of fancy and elegant nicknames for them;
(But also a bit, old-fashioned),
"Gorgeous", "Angel", "Dearest", "Sweetheart" are just a few of his ways to call them;
He tends to show off his cold side most of the time, but he can't help himself when they try to remain composed when complimenting him or when showing some affection, even in the smallest actions;
Outside, since he's a public figure, he can live peacefully without physical contact;
He walks beside them and touches them only when the streets are full of people or when he's taking them somewhere;
He keeps the contact somewhat private by sliding his arm behind their back and taking in his hand the one on the opposite side of their body compared to his position, placing their hands on their side to pull them against him;
When at the prosecutor's office, he feels the need to show some affection to push other people away;
Walking around the place with their hand in his, giving them their jacket when he's in his office or at reunions;
And their face, by that time similar in color to the jacket's one, it's one of those proofs he loves so much;
Proof that he's the one that makes them feel like that;
Little things that make him feel calmer when he's not around them;
Also, he receives a boost in everything when he comes back to his office and finds them on the sofa with his jacket on.
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wandsandwheezes · 3 years
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As a Kite | R.W
TW / mentions of ouid n getting h*gh , Smut, (Oral - female receiving, dirty talk, a lil dominance) other than that fluffy stuffs.
Fair warning this is basically pwp and I'm not ashamed because I am the biggest simp for my boy Ron 😍 I'll probably end up writing the 2nd part as I am a thirsty girl xoxox
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Dragging my feet up the stairs to the Gryffindor commons was like hell after a long morning in the dungeons for potions.
I had a free afternoon, one that was usually spent pestering Ron to indulge in a food adventure or a trip to the astronomy tower to get away from it all. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my best friend. In the summer before my first year, Ron and I made a promise to always look out for each other, mainly because I was way too scared to roam Hogwarts on my own but also because He had already had the craziest first year he could've imagined. We have been inseparable since, There were never any secrets between us and to him I was an open book.
I knock on the door to the boy's dorm, hearing the giggles of the weasley boys coming from within, after a few moments a glazed eyed Ron opens the door, smile beaming at me from ear to ear. "How're we feeling this afternoon, Ronald?" I ask, the faint smell of we*d hitting my senses as I step into the room, "brilliant thanks, I'm glad you're here," he says, I take a seat on his bed, greeting the twins with a smile, "you boys wouldn't happen to be high at all, would you now?" I laugh, "As a kite, dear Y/N" George speaks, "and Georgie made some if his signature brownies, just for you" Fred adds, handing me a foil packet, which I gladly take.
Getting high with the boys was not too unusual, It's been a smell I'd familiarised myself with during my childhood spent at the Weasley home, at first it was Bill's doing, then the Twins, with Ron, Ginny and I following along soon after. I've been lucky to have a wizarding family like the Weasleys, with Molly taking pity on my mother and sister who were both muggles, offering to step in and handle the wizarding side of things with my father out of the picture - a gesture I could never repay.
Fred and George left Ron's dorm to head back to their own after hours of giggles, deciding to take a not so simple detour through the kitchens to satisfy their newfound hunger. This left Ron and I in the room alone, my fingers running through his soft hair as his head lay in my lap, "If you keep doing that, ill fall asleep..." He hums, causing me to laugh gently, pulling a little at the hairs at the back of his head. He watched my every move, dopey grin still all over his face.
"Bloody hell, I think I'm in love." Ron admits, I roll my eyes, "I know Krum's in the castle, Ronald but you're going to need to win him over with more than that." He sits up, looking at me with all seriousness, before shaking his head, "Not Krum... You. I'm in love with you, Y/N." I freeze for a second, shock is not the word I was looking for, perhaps confusion? Sure Ron was an attractive young lad and he was funny, funnier than the twins (not that I'd tell them that), he was charming, kind, strong, caring and by godric he was perfect, but in love with me? He was everything I needed, he was patient with me, he listened to every worry, he was there on my good days and bad days, yet here i am staring at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to just kiss me. That was it.
I think I love him too, how blind have I been to not have seen this sooner. "Ron, I-" I smile grabbing his hand that had found its way to my cheek, leaning into his touch. "I love you." I breathe out, looking deep into his eyes.
I found out a lot of things about Ron that night; Number one - Ron is absolutely adorable when he's high.
Number two - Ron is literal putty in my hands as soon as I'm playing with his hair
Number three - Ron was in love with me, and I with him.
And finally, Number four - Ron is not the gentle lover I thought he would be, and I am weak the second he's whispering about all the dirty things he wants to do to me. He is a Rough lover, rougher than I expected.
He liked to take control, pinning me against the sheets, placing kisses to every piece of skin he laid his eyes on. "I can't wait to hear you moan for me, darling" he places a kiss to my forehead before resting his own against it letting go of my wrists to pull me up, hand pressed against the small of my back, "tell me if it's too much, we go as far as you want." I run my hands through his soft hair, pulling him in for a kiss, I could smell the cinnamon, a scent I'd associated with him, his kisses were powerful and spoke a thousand words to me, I pull away from his lips for a moment, trailing kisses to his ear, whispering gently to him. "I want you Ron, I need this, make me feel good..."
That was all it took to send him to overdrive, I fell in love there and then with the way his eyes darkened as we fumbled to undress each other, frantic and needy kisses being pressed against each other's skin. He pushed me back against the bed, kneeling between my thighs, as he hooks his fingers into my underewear, pulling them down my legs, a hunger in his eyes, "fuck, you're already so wet," he hums, "what is it you want first baby, my fingers or my tongue? hm? I don't hear my girl begging for anything, I may have to leave her here, untouched and needy. That sounds like fun..." I roll my eyes, big mistake, his hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, "I don't expect attitude from you so early on." he warns "Beg." he almost growls, fingers ghosting over my thighs, "Use your words and tell me what you want." This side of Ron I'd never seen before and it was unlike anything I'd expect from him, but I need him. "I need your tongue baby, please Ron, I need you." that was all he needed, kisses trailed down my body to between my legs, "Good girl," he smirks, blowing gently on my clit, causing a shiver to run through my body, his tongue already on me before i could register what was going on. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking at my already wet pussy, It was pure heaven. He pulled my clit between his teeth, sucking on it, which in turn caused me to attach my hands to his soft, gorgeous hair, keeping his lips pressed firmly against me "Don't stop, Ron, It feels so good!" I moan out, my fingers in his hair only egging him on further.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, kissing his way up my body. The sounds of laughing boys echo through the hall, growing closer and closer to the door. "for fuck's sake," he groans, reaching over to grab his wand quickly locking the door with a spell, before anyone walks in on us "colloportus!" he looks down at me with a smile, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he helps me back into my clothes. "I hope I wasn't being too much, I don't want to scare you off." I laugh, reaching up to smooth down his hair, making it less obvious that my hands had previously been tangled in his gorgeous locks. "Bloody hell, as if you couldn't get any sexier... I don't think you were doing nearly enough" I tease, He smirks, picking me up off the bed and carrying me to the door, "good, because I've hardly even started with you, Princess"
"Ron, mate if you don't open this door ill kill you myself, I'm bloody exhausted." Dean groans from the other side of the door, banging on it a little harder than he had been before "Room of requirement after dinner?" I suggest, he nods, placing me down to my feet, pressing a kiss to my lips to say goodbye, "I don't want to open the door because I'm not finished kissing you yet." I roll my eyes, grabbing my wand to unlock the door again, before swinging it open.
Seamus, Harry and Dean burst into the room, swinging their bags onto their beds, "If it was just Y/N in here I don't see why you had to lock the door," Dean whines, Harry scanning over Ron's face, to his hand which is still gently holding onto mine, "I think we may have been interrupting something here, guys" he speaks, crossing his arms looking between the two of us, cueing me to slip out of the room before there are any more questions "Shove off, Harry" Ron jokes, his eyes following my movements to the door, I poke my head back into the room, "Oi, make sure you save me one of George's brownies for after dinner, don't scoff them all!" I smile at the boys innocently, "I will do, Ba-Y/N" Ron quickly corrects himself, nobody catching onto his slip up, "Don't have too much fun without me!" I laugh, Ron responding quickly "I wouldn't dream of it."
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kyloxmoegi1993 · 3 years
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Loki Oneshot
Author's Note: wazzzzzzzzzzup??? So I am writing the second chapter of the Loki series I started it's a wip. I'm trying to write in between work, moving, and life in general so please be patient. Please enjoy instead this Oneshot that was on my mind. Enjoy!
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It had been months since being named the Goddess of Healing and Ailwyn learned new things everyday. She had learned many things from several people and walked among humans on midgard with Thor learning some of their ways, she learned the caution of hindsight from Heimdall, studied the teachings of Frigga's medicinal library. She was learning to answer prayers and how to aid her worshippers and had become exceedingly good at it. There was, however, one thing she couldn't learn. Or one person rather....a man... Loki.
Ailwyn had been rather fond of the god of mischief for as long as she could remember. Her feelings wavered for awhile when Loki overtook the throne after Thor had been banished, though she would admit seeing him rule did turn her on a bit. However, her love for him never died even if the flame dwindled ever so slightly. He was there at her ceremony and they even shared a dance together. One filled with unspoken tension and emotion. She had sworn she had seen curiosity sparkle in this spring green eyes of his. He hid it well though. VERY well.
"Where has the little butterfly gone?"
Her emerald eyes opened and she looked down to see she was indeed floating above her throne and looking down at the infamous Loki himself. Bringing herself down to the ground she cleared her throat.
"Loki. It's not often you wonder into the Goddesses Temple. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Unbeknownst to her his gaze followed her as she passed by him. He watched her loose but form fitting gown hug her form and accentuate the movement of her hips. His gaze moving up her noted how her dark chestnut colored hair fell in soft ringlets along her back, seeming to bring our the color of her creamy alabaster skin. She was absolutely gorgeous and worthy of the title of goddess. He had watched her grow from child to the breathtaking woman that stood before him. He had to keep his composure. Smoothing back his hair he chuckled and followed her through a garden she kept.
"I just happened to be this way and seeing as you are the newest goddess I'd check on you. See if there was anything I could provide for you or...educate you on."
This wording grabbed her attention and she glanced at him as she checked on a new plant hybrid between a pomegranate and a cherry. She called it a Pimrey. It was the size of a cherry but tasted like a combination of both cherry and pomegranate.
"Educate me? On things such as what? Manners? I think I could teach YOU that."
There it was. Her quick tounge he had come to adore. He lived for the small bangers they exchanged with one another. Not many people matched him in that realm.
"Careful butterfly...you wouldn't want to be ensnared by the spider's web would you?"
Ailwyn rolled her eyes and threw an apple at him that he caught one handed.
"You wouldn't be threatening me would you Loki? I'm sure your father raised you to know better than to threaten a goddess."
She watched him take a bite from the apple and she swallowed a bit too thickly when the apples juices rolled out the corners of his mouth. Absentmindedly she licked her lips but noticed his gaze lock onto the small movement. That's when she knew. He hadn't come here to "check on her", he had come to finally tell her how he felt in a way that only he knew how.
"Ah. I see...well, I mean no harm," wiping his mouth his gaze flicked back up to meet hers, "I shall leave you to your prayers butterfly."
Turning on his heel, he continued to eat the apple and panicking she reached out to him with magic halting and surprising him.
"Ailwyn.... release me butterfly."
She walked in front of him and took the apple flinging it across the room.
"I was enjoying that."
"What do you want Loki?"
The pair gazed at each other, heat seeming to intensify between the two. The games had to end. It had to be now or never.
"I told you why I came...unless you do need me I do need to return to the palace."
She stared him down for a moment longer then bowed her head releasing him and stepped back.
"Very well my lord."
Starting to walk off she pulled out her chapstick she had gotten from earth catching his attention once more as she placed it on her lips.
"What are you doing?"
She glanced at him confused before answering, "Putting on chapstick. I got it from Earth when I went with Thor last month."
Coming back to stand in front of her he watched, gaining a look of concern from her.
"What flavor is it?"
"Strawberry why?"
He studied her gaze and knew what to say now to gain her back.
"Could I have some?"
A giggle escaped her lips as she went to hand him the tiny capsule.
"Sure, kind of hard to-"
Before she could finish her sentence she was caught off guard by his lips crashing to hers in a hot feverent kiss. Backing up she let him pin her to the wall as the kiss deepened their tongues battled for dominance. Heat coiled inside her belly seeming to fan out in waves as his lips moved against hers.
Finally, he pulled back looking into her eyes and resting his forehead to hers panting. Leaning up slightly she pecked his lips over and over until he chuckled cupping her cheek with one hand.
"You...." Licking his lips he hummed in appreciation, "are a temptress..."
Pressing her body to his and surprised when he pulled her closer with his other hand she smiled.
"Took you long enough darling...I was beginning to think you'd never notice me."
Feigning shock he placed a hand on his chest as if she had wounded him.
"Not notice you? I think every man on Asgard has noticed how beautiful you've become and how disappointed they'll be to know that you're mine."
Pulling her closer she gasped feeling his hardness pressed against her lower belly. Her gaze flicked downwards before meeting his and she smirked.
"Hmm....I may need confirmation of what you just said. You are known to be quite the liar."
Growling, Loki pulled her close and in between kissing her neck roughly started as such.
"You. Are. Mine," Stopping at the base of her throat he placed gentler kisses, "any man stupid enough to cross you will deal with me."
Breathless she held onto him feeling intoxicated from his touch.
"Yes Loki...I'm yours..."
His tell tale smirk crossed his features as he swept her off her feet carrying her back through the city to the palace and to his chambers where he would ensure for the rest of their days she knew just how much he truly cared for her. His little butterfly.
*End?*
Author's Note:
Ooooooooo y'all did you feel the steamy chemistry? *Fans self* whooo. I hope you enjoy it and look no sex! I CAN write without being sexual 🤣 . Thank you all for the support and as I said before chapter two will be out soon. Please tell me if you want a continuance of this little Oneshot. I MAY be persuaded to do so. Who knows 🤔
Below I shall post pictures of the looks.
Ailwyn's Dress Loki's Outfit
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we-are-inevitable · 3 years
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HmmmmmmMMMMMMM *grabby hands* GIMME THAT JATHERINE (platonic or romantic idk I’m just content starved) FOR ‘why don’t you care?’ Please ily!
it takes a village // jatherine
A/N: GOD I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH
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"So, Jack, I have… There's something we should talk about," Katherine says softly one night.
They're at the dinner table- a shoddy little thing on its last legs, but Jack finally has some time to fix it up later on this week. Replace a few boards and whatnot, just so they won't have to be as careful anymore; truth be told, the both of them have been expecting the damn table to collapse for weeks, but it's holding out.
But Jack can't focus on a shitty old table now. Not when his wife is staring at him from across it, looking gorgeous as ever but more nervous than he’s seen her in ages.
Jack nods as he takes a drink of water from his glass. He's noticed that Katherine has been a little on edge lately- walking on eggshells, feeling anxious, having strange bouts of sickness during the day- and Jack has been worried about her. He's told her such, too, but Katherine is nothing if not stubborn, and she's insisted that she's been fine.
Something tells him that's not the case anymore.
"Is everything alright?" He asks softly, frowning as he reaches across the table. Within one moment and the next, she has her hand in his own; she's not angry, not upset- thank God- but she still looks apprehensive. Nervous is not a look she wears well. It just- It doesn't fit the rest of her. She's always been incredibly confident and proud, so seeing her so shaken the last week and a half has been... unnerving.
Katherine nods, after a moment. "Of course, dear. Everything is- it's all good, okay? I just…" She takes in a deep breath, and smiles nervously at Jack. "I've been trying to find the right way to tell you, but everything I've seen on Pinterest has been ugly or gimmicky or painfully heterosexual, so I- I'm just gonna come right out and say it."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm… I'm not gonna do anything, so I'm sorry it isn't a grand gesture. I'm sure it'll be underwhelming."
"Mhm."
"Just know that I really was planning something, something sweet and funny and, like, something you'd like, and it involved this little canvas and a paint-by-numbers thingy and--"
"Kat," Jack says with an amused grin, cutting through the endless whirlwind of her thoughts. He squeezes her hand sympathetically. "Baby, what's got you all twisted up?"
Katherine pauses, rubbing her thumb against the back of Jack's hand, and says while shrugging, "I'm pregnant."
Just like that.
With two simple words, Jack feels his blood run cold.
His eyes widen, and he feels his face fall. Jack must be silent for a few moments too long, because Katherine's smile fades out, and she quickly looks down at her lap, gulping hard. "I- Listen, babe, I know we're- we're young, and we weren't really planning on having a kid so early, but--"
"How did…" Jack trails off, his throat painfully dry. "You… Your birth control…?"
Katherine shakes her head. "I've been taking it correctly, but I… I looked it up, and there's a small percentage that it might be faulty, a-and I guess it was... faulty, I don’t- I don't know," She murmurs, frowning. "Are… Jack, are you--"
"I- I'm so sorry, this is just--" Jack pulls his hand away from Katherine's and runs both of them through his hair. He feels like he can’t breathe; each breath comes in faster and faster until he feels like he's on the verge of a panic attack, and with that, he stands and walks to the kitchen, rubbing his jaw with his right hand.
"Jack?" Katherine asks, standing as well. He looks over at her, watches her hurry around the dinner table between them, and gulps when she walks up toward where he's resting against the kitchen counter. "Listen, I get it, it's stressful, but- but I need you to not look pissed off, okay?" She pleads, desperate. "It's not like I was expecting this!"
Jack shakes his head, eyes wide. "No, baby, I'm- I'm not pissed off, I just--"
"Why don't you care?" Katherine asks, staring up at Jack with tears just barely beginning to well in her eyes. His heart breaks at that; Katherine isn’t supposed to cry. She rarely ever does, and the fact that she’s tearing up over him… It shatters him. "I thought- I thought you'd be happy, b-but I guess I was--"
"Katie, hey, listen to me," Jack reaches for her hands, holding them in a tight grip. He looks into her eyes, sees all of the fear and the uncertainty there, and he quickly surges forward, pulling her into a tight hug. Katherine melts into his embrace, gripping the back of his shirt. “I love you, okay? More than anything. This is just…” He trails off, and Katherine nods against his chest.
For a moment, they stand there in heavy silence, until Katherine whispers, "If you… If you don't want a kid yet, we have- we have options…"
Jack gulps hard and pulls back, looking down at her. "You're… you're sure you're pregnant? It ain’t a- a false positive?"
"I took four tests, Jack," She says with a sad little smile, sniffling. "Four different brands. They- they're all positive."
"Holy shit," Jack whispers, and takes a deep breath. "O-Okay. I… Okay."
"...You don’t seem very stoked," Katherine whispers, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. "What’s wrong?"
Jack pauses, and glances over to the table, to their empty dishes. He gulps hard, and squeezes her waist. "Let's clean up, and… and then talk, okay? I'm sorry, I just--"
Katherine shakes her head. "No, don't apologize, it's… it's a lot to process, I know. It's alright."
Jack presses a long, gentle kiss to the crown of her head, then walks to the table. The two of them work in tandem to clean the kitchen; Katherine puts up the food and brings Jack the dishes, which he washes in silence, his mind swimming.
Katherine is… pregnant. She's pregnant. With a baby.
Their baby.
And as much as Jack wants to be excited…
"Jack, dear, you're shaking," Katherine whispers from behind him, which startles him hard enough that he drops the skillet he's washing. The metal clang against the sink makes him cringe, and he rubs his face with damp hands, letting out a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," He whispers, turning around to face Katherine. She doesn't look angry, but then again, she's never been angry. She understands that he… He gets like this sometimes. He's gotten like this plenty of times within their three years of dating, and their additional year of marriage- it's not a common occurrence, but it happens, and she's always been there to support him. Help him get his head screwed on, help him get his thoughts collected before he says something stupid. Katherine's taken it on without him even asking; she's always been so patient, so kind… She's incredible.
She's incredible, and Jack isn't even giving her what she needs right now.
Jack takes a step forward and presses their foreheads together for a moment, before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "Bedroom?"
"Wanting to try out pregnancy sex already, huh?" Katherine says softly, in a teasing tone, and Jack lets out a soft, barely there chuckle. He's always admired her way of cutting the tension; she's brash and vulgar when she wants to be, and it's one of Jack’s favorite things about her. Her ability to joke around rivals his own, and after a few moments, Jack simply rolls his eyes and picks her up bridal style.
"As much as I'd like that, we need to talk first," He murmurs against her temple, walking to the bedroom. Jack closes the door once they're inside; there's no one else in the apartment, but having the shut door just… provides another sense of security.
Jack carefully sets Katherine down on the bed, then walks around to his side and sits down, letting out a deep sigh. Katherine moves closer, leaning into Jack's side and resting her hand on his chest. He brings his hand up to intertwine their fingers as she says, "Tell me what's going through your head, Kells."
"...I just- I wasn't expecting…" Jack starts, trailing off for a few moments. He closes his eyes and gulps, squeezing Katherine's hand. "I'm happy, I really am, I'm just… I'm scared, Kat."
"I am, too," Katherine whispers, and Jack feels her shift. A moment later, her free hand is carding through his curls. "Why are you scared?"
Jack takes a deep breath, and whispers, “What if I’m not a good dad?”
There's a long stretch of silence, but Katherine's hand doesn't stop running through his hair. He feels her shift again, until she's sitting sideways on his lap. "Jackie, look at me."
Jack slowly opens his eyes, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he sees the serious expression on her face. He offers up a sad smile, and she frowns. "Baby, you- you're going to be an amazing dad! Why do you think you wouldn’t be?"
Jack stares into her eyes, then glances away, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "I just--" He cuts himself off by rubbing his face, staring off to the side, right at the corner of his bedside table. "I don't… I don't know how to be a good dad," Jack says simply, gulping hard. He feels his heart rate spike. His hands feel clammy. This… He wants this so badly, but… "The only- the only example I've ever had is m-my dad, and I… I don’t wanna turn out like him. What if I- What if I turn out like him?"
"Oh, Jack ," Katherine whispers, cupping his cheeks with her hands. "Jack, listen to me. You will never be like him, okay? You'll know what--"
"But what if I don’t? I don’t know how to take care of a kid, and--"
"Jack," Katherine stops him, furrowing her brows. "Jack, I don’t… Do you realize how much experience you actually have?” She asks, and Jack slowly shakes his head. “You took care of your foster siblings, you took care of your friends and their siblings-- Jackie, you know what you're doing! All of those skills are transferable, I promise. And, baby, your dad wasn't someone to look up to, but… But he showed you what not to do. And I know you  know you’ll never do that.”
Jack gulps. “But, what if--”
“You aren’t going to be perfect,” She cuts him off, patting his chest. “You’re going to mess up. You’re going to be kind of a dick sometimes, okay? But that’s normal. You… You’re not going to be as bad as him. Never in a million years. You’re not going to hurt anyone- not our kid, and not me. We’re both going to make mistakes, Jack, but trust me, you’re still going to be an amazing father. No matter what.”
Jack looks up at Katherine, cheeks aflame, and he stares into her eyes, searching for any uncertainty- but she looks serious. Serious, genuine, earnest. The look in her eyes is the same one she had when she suggested marriage, the same one she had when she actually proposed to him, the same one she had during their wedding ceremony last spring.
Katherine doesn't lie, and Katherine doesn't play games. 
"You really think so," Jack realizes softly, gulping hard. "You- you think I'll be a good dad?"
"I think you'll be the best dad," Katherine corrects with a smile, leaning in closer. "The absolute best. You already have the dad jokes, and the hawaiian shirts will just be, like, dad shirts instead of ‘hey, I’m bi!’ shirts, and--"
Jack cuts her off with a high laugh, and shakes his head. "Alright, fine, fine, but you're going to be the best mom. I just know it. You’re gonna knock it out of the park, mi cielita.”
"I'll be a hot mom," Katherine grins, winking at Jack. "Milf status! Finally!"
Jack throws his head back and laughs, a genuine, happy noise, one from deep within his chest. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her that much closer, one hand coming up to tangle in those gorgeous copper waves. Jack presses their lips together, which makes him feel butterflies like always- no matter what, kissing Katherine makes him feel like a teenager, even though they got together when they were twenty.
He places his hands on her waist, though one soon travels to rest against her stomach, and he pulls back to look down. It's not like he can feel anything- she isn't even showing yet, so she must be just a few weeks out, but it's still… surreal.
Slowly, Jack's smile broadens. "...We're gonna have a baby," He whispers, as if he's trying to believe it himself. "We… We're gonna have a baby, Kath…"
"I know," Katherine whispers back, giggling quietly. "It's crazy, right? We're gonna be parents, hun."
"This is gonna be one hell of a dysfunctional family."
"Oh, come on, Jack. We're both from wack family backgrounds; this'll be a piece of cake."
"We're gonna be so lost."
"We have your mom, at least."
"Oh, shit- we need to tell Mama," Jack says with a grin, tilting his head. "I can see if we can have dinner with her soon."
Katherine smiles back at him. "We need to tell the Jacobs' family, too. Sarah will kill me if I don't tell her."
"Dave'll probably hit me with his car if we don't tell 'im," Jack smiles. "Esther and Mayer are gonna be real excited. Les, too."
"We'll have to let the boys know all together, or else someone is gonna be pissed they weren’t told first. Probably Racer, or Charlie," Katherine giggles while she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Jack's cheek. "We need to plan, like, a big group dinner-- Oh, my God, can you imagine them at the baby shower?"
Jack laughs softly, nodding his head. "This is… This is gonna be so fuckin' crazy. Our kid is gonna have, like, eighteen other parents."
"It's going to be great," Katherine whispers.
Jack nods in agreement, staring into her beautiful golden brown eyes, then gently cups her cheek. As he leans in to kiss her, he lets himself smile. It's going to be difficult, and it's going to be a huge change, but Jack thinks he's ready for it.
He's ready for this next step, all while Katherine is at his side.
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ceo-of-daichi · 4 years
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Characters ~ Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader
Summary ~ Marrying the love of your life was honestly nerve wracking, will his best friend be able to help. Will everything go as planned?
Genre ~ So much fluff your teeth might rott
Warnings ~ Too much fluff, Wedding day jitters
Word Count ~ 1.7k
A/N ~ So my last Iwa fic did a lot better than expected... its actually close to 100 notes which is CRAZY. So here is another!! Thank you @tedwardos for proof reading it!! My next fic will be Daichi and might even contain smut because i am h word 25/8. 
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Your wedding day. A day for you and the one you pledge yourself to for life. However with that also comes a hell of a lot of stress, wedding day jitters and just general nervousness. You were currently feeling all of these emotions as you sat as still as you possibly could on a chair while a makeup artist worked on your face. Having not gotten much sleep the night before she was furiously concealing under your eyes.
‘I thought they tell brides to get their beauty sleep the night before their wedding,’ she angrily states as she pounds at your under eye with a beauty blender.
‘Yeah they do, but i had trouble sleeping…’ Chuckling nervously as you remember the events from last night, biting your lip lightly. 
‘Anyway I'm sure everyone has trouble sleeping the night before their wedding, it's nerve wracking you know’ You shake away the previous thoughts in your head as you speak.
‘I wouldn’t know i have never been married’ As she said this you suddenly began to feel awkward as you let her finish your makeup.
Sitting back in your seat the makeup artist holds up a mirror so you can see the finished result. Your skin looks flawless, like it had been photoshopped almost, not a slight line in sight. The bags under your eyes, completely gone. The eyeshadow she had gone for was a red/pink smokey eye, complimented by a pair of gorgeous lashes and winged liner. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked yourself over, you were sure this was the best you had ever looked in your life.
‘Well don’t you look ready to be wed’ Oikawa pointed out as he walked in, a big smile adorning his features. He looked more handsome than usual, wearing a navy blue tux and waistcoat with a golden tie.
‘Says you… I love the tie…’ You smiled as he straightened it and did a pose, before making his way over to you, carding his hand through your hair.
‘Well i’m glad you chose gold and white for the theme, i think gold is my colour’ 
‘Yeah I agree, have you got any idea what you want to do with my hair’ You ask him curiously. Last year he had revealed he was quite good at styling hair, and you thought why not save yourself some money, letting him do yours for your wedding.
‘I actually have the perfect style in mind [y/n]-chan! Don’t worry about a thing!’ As he started to run a brush through it, he sighed deeply. Closing your eyes due to the relaxing feeling, he must have realised you were most likely nervous. Which you definitely were.
‘While I'm doing your hair, spill everything’ He almost demanded, but you were thankful, the next 40 minutes you told him everything. 
How you were worried you would regret it, even though you loved Iwaizumi with all your heart, marriage is a big thing. Maybe you should have waited? Most marriages end in divorce, what if you and him are in that percentage. What if you tripped down the aisle and embarrassed yourself? Let's put it this way… there were a lot of what ifs. Oikawa did his best to calm you down, and reassure you and surprisingly he was good at it.
By the time he had finished your hair you were feeling a lot more relaxed. The style he had chosen was pinned up at the front, with small gold flowers at either side transitioning from your hair to the veil perfectly. However he had left the back and bottom sides out so they flowed over your shoulders and down your back, in perfect corkscrew curls. 
‘It’s...It’s stunning Tooru…’ You smiled wide as you looked at the style, it worked perfectly with your dress.
‘Well I got to make sure my best friend's fiance looks amazing for their wedding, don’t you think?’ He returned your smile, admiring his work. 
‘I’m glad Hajime has you… even though he aggressively shows it, he really appreciates you. Now go before you make me cry and ruin my makeup…’ Trying to control the floodgates that almost opened, you gave him a soft smile as he left.
Taking a deep breath, you got up from the chair that had been your home for the last couple of hours. Slowly making your way over to the full length mirror you finally got to look at yourself, all elements finally coming together. It took everything in you not to cry, you had really picked the perfect dress. Lacey full length sleeves that stopped at your shoulder, before curving their way into the dress, leaving your chest and collar bone area exposed. As you looked down, the way the soft white material hugged your hips before poofing out slightly over your bum, made your heart warm. The length itself wasn’t overly long, just enough to scrape the floor, but not enough to be picked up. It was your dream wedding dress.
This is when it hit. You were marrying the love of your life in the next 10 minutes. Hajime. Your very reason for existence will be standing at the end of the aisle waiting. This one thought made your heart beat out your ribcage, he will be there waiting as always. He was always so patient, always understanding. People just saw him as cold, and incapable of complex emotions, but you saw the real him. He let you in.
It was then that you heard a gentle knock at the door, your dad. You had a short conversation before he linked arms with you. Handing you a beautiful bouquet, to hold as you walked down the aisle. Leaving the room it was a short walk down the corridor to a set of double doors. The bridesmaids had already walked down, everyone was where they should be. It was finally time, your veil softly placed over your head as the doors were opened.
Walking through the double doors everything went in slow motion. The aisle and room were decorated with navy hangings and golden ribbons. Each chair had a white lace covering, with golden flowers to accent. As you admired the room, your eyes finally met his. Your breath hitching, he looked handsome as ever. His navy tux matching Oikawas, however, his tie was white with golden flowers embroidered on, smiling so brightly he could light up a room. Suddenly all your worries and fears disappeared and all you could think about was him, and how this was the right decision.
As you reached the end of the aisle, you handed the bouquet over to your maid of honor. Before your father handed you over to Hajime, telling him to look after you. Smiling at him brightly you could see the tears slightly welling in his eyes, making you follow suit. You couldn’t cry though, not yet. 
‘You look beautiful [y/n]...’ He whispers in your ear as you walk up to the vicar, making you blush lightly.
‘And you look dashing Hajime’ Returning his compliment you notice a slight perk in his lips.
That's when the ceremony began, the vicar saying everything he had to say, then came vows. The bit you were almost dreading, you had memorised everything you wanted to say to him. But when he looked you in the eyes, would you be able to recite it? Slowly but surely the time came, Hajime went first.
‘[y/n]... Since I saw you across the hall that one school day, I knew I had to make you mine. Since the faithful first date, to the many days that followed, I fell deeply in love with you. After that I knew this was it, you were the one I wanted to have all my firsts with. I’m so glad you let me experience them with you, and now standing here with you. I want to let you know how much I care, I hope you will have me. So being here with you right now, I promise to love you for you, I promise to cherish and protect you.In sickness and health. Forever and always. I love you [y/n]. Till death do us part.’
His tears had slowly manifested themselves throughout his beautiful vow, and yours had started slowly falling down your face as well. He really was someone you wanted to be with forever, your heart felt so full as you took a deep breath and started your vows.
‘Hajime… I knew from the first date we went on, when you took me to the little coffee shop in town. I knew that I wanted to be with you for a long time, did i predict i would marry you? No, I don’t think anyone thinks about that at that age, however being up here with you now I know I made the right decision. I love you with all my heart, and I promise to be spontaneous, to cherish all the time we have together. I promise to dream with you and always be your biggest fan, till death do us part. I love you Hajime, forever and always.’
By the time you had finished reciting your vows, you were sobbing. This was it. It was you and him now against the world. Smiling through your tears you noticed he was crying just as much as you were. Meant to be. Made for each other. Soulmates. That's what your friends had said, and as you both stood with each other you realised they were right.
Slipping your wedding bands on you couldn’t help get lost in your thoughts. The future seemed so bright with him by your side. So much to experience and he would be with you every step of the way. Looking up at him he lifted your veil, seeing your slightly smudged makeup due to the tears he couldn’t help but smile. 
‘You may now kiss the bride’ The vicar stated as he finished off the ceremony. You looked up at Hajime but you couldn’t wait too long before pressing your lips onto his, in a passionate kiss. Letting all your emotions that you felt drain into it, you could feel him smiling against your lips as he did the same. You couldn’t wait for a future with him. Forever and always.
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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years
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Hello favorite Tumblrist? Lol .
Can I please get a romantic +nsfw matchup ?
To start off I'm a 19 years old girl from Germany(my English sucks I'm sorry). I'm also a Gemini. My pronouns are she/her and I'm into guys.
I have shoulder-length black dark brown curly hair and brown eyes.
I'm 5'7 and more on the girlier side when it comes to style and clothing but not the type of girly everyone thinks I'm more chill with it but I do love wearing skirts and dresses and floral stuff etc.
My hobbies are reading , studying (rn medical stuff bcs i wanna be a nurse ), cleaning and cooking , watching movies, being on my phone and playing games.
As for my dislikes i hate loud and annoying people and also meeting new people . I have a hard time warming and trusting people so most people tend to forget about me quickly because I guess I'm hard to deal with but it also doesn't bother me that much.
I was raised in a kinda conservative by my asian parents :/ but honestly I do love taking care of people and i think I'd also love to take care of my bf if I had one yk doing domestic(?) Things like cooking and cleaning but I also love being taking care of like protecting me.
As for the NSFW part i am a HUGE sub and unfortunately still a virgin but I do know that I don't like being a Dom.
I like rougher sex and maybe semi violent. I also have a degradation kink and maybe a size kink too.
But sometimes I also like someone to baby me and praise me. So I guessing it's just about how I feel on that day but i like variety.
I hope this is enough if not I'm sorry :c
Anyways love you and your work 💖
Your matchup is… Eyeless Jack!
Read more because of NSFW :}
In general:
• I promise it’s not the medical thing that did it, like okay maybe that was a factor but immediately after reading this I got strong EJ vibes. Like always, it’s the kinks that solidify it. So, let’s just get right into that!
What he likes about you:
• I have a bias towards Geminis so Ofc, I’m gonna treat y’all right and do too is EJ! Your hair is absolutely gorgeous to him!! Let him run his clawed fingers through it and play with the curls PLEASE. Your eyes are also sweet pools of chocolate to him. He’s just gonna fall head over heels. Your style is also SUPER pretty to him. He just adores it. Also likes your hobbies! Reading (not always medical stuff lol), being cleanly because he is a super cleanly guy, cooking is super cute to him too. I’ll come back to that though,,,,,,,, he will watch movies with you! Depends on the games you’re into but I guarantee he’s probably gonna get interested in them just because you’re into it. Your dislikes seem to like up with him as well as he feels the exact same way.
General cute things:
• I like to think EJ can eat human food but it doesn’t really do anything for him? It’s like a nutritional value of 0, so junk food, but he likes it regardless. He’s gonna love your cooking tbh. Just wants to see whatever you’re up to, will eat it. Will like it. Will ask for more. He’ll help you study! Finds your aspirations in the medical field really sweet. Will also clean with you. He will compliment you physically, emotionally and mentally. It honestly sounds like poetry when it comes from his lips. You being a caretaker is actually really sweet to him because he honestly needs it but I’ll come back to that. I feel like movie dates need to be a thing between the two of you, I just think it’s super cute. Will also play games with you as long as you explain them to him.
You two as a couple & NSFW:
• you and EJ just get along really well. I don’t know how else to explain it, but he gives me such a strong protector vibe and will absolutely protect you. He’s like the perfect man what else can I say. He’ll step in if you’re uncomfortable with new people and stuff, will also make sure you’re never too stressed. The man is super, super perceptive so like hey, let him take care of you. He will never think you’re too hard to deal with or to warm up to. Literally never. He’s drawn to you for a reason. He also understands certain households are more conservative than others so he’ll move at whatever pace you want him to and go by any rules and boundaries you lay down. He’s pretty respectful ngl.
• it’s always the kinks that do it so, EJ is a literal demon. I’ve written it here before, but I think the man is absolutely FERAL when he fucks. He’s rough. Like, rough rough. And he’s also kinda violent? Depends on what you consider violent so honestly just talk to him about it and he’ll get it. He’s big on marking, he’s possessive and a little jealous, like he’s just good for a really rough fuck. No one can degrade you like EJ can. I swear. Sometimes,,,,,, sometimes he goes a lil far but just tell him to stop and he will or to lighten up and he will abide by your rules. He likes that you’re a sub because he likes telling his partner what to do. It’s a control thing <3 dude is also like 7’ ft. Tall so like you got your size kink. He’s fucking hung, good luck trying to get that thing in there lmfao. And yes, EJ can be good at sweet, caring, sex. He can be so soft and praise you like you’re a goddess. Just tell him.
Closing Thoughts/Other Things:
• Hi love bug, this was such a cute ask to open up. Sorry it took me a hot minute or so to finally get this one done. Also apologies for formatting, I did this one on my phone! Also also, your English is really great! Don’t worry about it. You sound like such a lovely person. I don’t think it’s ever fair to call someone “hard to deal with” if they just value personal space and privacy—and if they forget you because of that? They suck highkey. You deserve people who love you, are patient and just get you on that level. Also nothing wrong with being a virgin, virginity is a social construct. EJ is just going to adore you fully. Protect you, all that cute stuff. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!
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I see a lot of Buck and May fics, but how about Buck and Henry? And Eddie and Maddie never got enough love. Or Eddie and Athena. Heck, even Eddie and Chimney. I'm starting to ramble so I'm just gonna go. 😘
Never stop talking about all the friendships on the show. 
This involved neither May nor Harry (I may write one later), but it does involve a bunch of FireFam goodness so I hope you enjoy <3
“Do you ever feel like we’re spending our lives babysitting a bunch of rowdy teenagers?”
Bobby looked up from his place at the kitchen sink when his wife walked in to the dining room, face firmly in her phone.
“Every day.” Curiosity got the better of him, so he made his way to Athena’s side, drying his hands as he leaned over her shoulder. “The kids having too much of a good time?”
She snorted, tilting the screen for her husband to see. “Do you know what this text says?”
Eiddjr and i aren fettj t martine brjnt shors
Bobby barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the text from Karen. The kids were definitely having too much fun. It was almost time to call it quits.
“It looks Norse.” He shrugged. “Maybe they ended up at a Viking bar?”
He was very used to Athena’s confused, judgemental looks, but he never felt any better when they were aimed in his direction.
“What the hell is a Viking bar?”
He had no answer (and apparently his impression of a stereotypical Viking helmet made with embarrassed hands, wasn’t enough of an explanation) but he was saved by his own phone chiming with a new text.
Buck’s text message was at least a page long; but at least it was coherent.
“It’s definitely time to pick up the kids.” He had never seen so many ‘you are’ statements at once. Apparently, someone was feeling the love tonight. Not that it was much of a surprise; they all deserved a night off – it was the whole reason Bobby and Athena were still awake at 2am when they would much rather be in bed. Their gift to Buck and Eddie was to let them be wild and irresponsible for one night, and they would pick them up when it was time to come home and sleep it off (he’d foolishly offered to make breakfast in the morning as well, which earned him a slap on the shoulder from Athena who did not enjoy the idea of hosting a sleepover with six drunk adults).
Eddie had taken a little convincing when it came to their plan, sure that he could control himself and wouldn’t go over the top the way his fiancé would.
Photo evidence throughout the evening suggested otherwise – but those wouldn’t be discovered until the next morning.
At the moment, Eddie was sandwiched between Maddie and Karen, each matching him shot for shot, enjoying the anonymity and privacy of the bar too loud to be overheard and too crowded to care.
“I’m serious, Eddie,” Karen leaned in to his shoulder. “you and I would make beautiful babies together. If I didn’t love my wife so much – and I was sexually attracted to you at all – I would absolutely have your babies.”
Eddie, for his part, accepted her attempt at a hug with a whimper and a smile. “Karen, that’s so sweet. Hen is so luck to have you, you know that?”
“I know, right?” She only shouted so she could be heard over the music (which none of them would admit not knowing the words to).
“No, I’m serious.” Eddie batted away invisible hands. “You are so smart, and you’re incredibly patient – not to mention drop dead gorgeous. And you’re honest, and funny as hell.” He fell into her side. “You’re great.”
Karen stared down at where he rested on her shoulder, either forgetting what she was going to say, or thinking so slowly, it took her that long to come to a conclusion.
“I hope Buck tops you so hard tonight.”
Maddie slammed her glass on the table, having jumped ahead of them in the shot game while they were in their own round of complimentary chicken.
“I specifically avoided my brother’s party so I wouldn’t have to hear about his sexual escapades.”
Eddie rolled his head to look at his future sister-in-law.
“Maddie, I so appreciate you coming with me tonight. I like spending time with you; we should talk more. You’re so brave and”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Maddie rolled her eyes, already reaching for another shot of whatever they’d ordered a dozen of when they told the bartender to surprise them. “You are so talkative when you’re drunk. It’s like alcohol switches off the part of your brain that tells you when to shut up. Which is a slight improvement over the rest of the time when it’s like pulling teeth to get you to say three words to me.”
His pout seemed to melt off his face as she went on her tirade, but he finally found the words. “You make me nervous; but in a good way. I love your brother so much, and he cares a lot about what you think.” Words were becoming a challenge but he soldiered on – ha! “I think Buck would be sad if you didn’t like me and I don’t want him to be sad. So I worry about you liking me.”
Maddie sighed heavily, passing him his own shot glass for them to toast. “You make it so hard to be annoyed with you, you know that?”
“Hey, why are you trying to steal my imaginary boyfriend?” Karen shot up from her micro-nap, reaching for her own glass.
“Don’t worry, Karen” Eddie hugged her to his side. “We’ll always have Joxer’s.”
“If I didn’t have 100% confidence in your love for my brother, I’d be worried about how much the two of you are flirting.”
His eyes were wide when he turned to Maddie. “You’re 100% confident? But I thought you said I was annoying?”
“You are very annoying” she assured him. “But one of the most annoying things about you is how openly you love Buck.”
“It is disgustingly cute.” Karen nodded in agreement (though, nodded was a generous description for the slow head bob as she drifted in and out of consciousness).
“You’ve always just wanted what was best for him and tried to make him happy. I can tell you he’s never been happier than he is with you. You’re really good for my brother, Eddie.”
Later, he might blame the tears on the alcohol, but tonight, he pulled Maddie into a hug, kissed her hair, and told her again how much he loved her.
“Lame!” Chimney declared, holding up his own glass of something he should have stopped drinking hours ago. “That’s too tame, Hen, dare him to take his shirt off while he does it.”
Hen’s laughter was swallowed by the bustling crowd of old alcoholics and broke college students.
“I sometimes think you just see me as a piece of meat, Chim.” Buck’s quiet contemplation had been the source of much mocking all evening and now was no different, earning disapproving groans and snide remarks that had ceased being subtle four shots ago.
“We all know he has the hots for Eddie” Hen snorted.
That seemed to satisfy Buck’s pout (or the mention of his fiancé never failed to put a smile on his face). “I don’t blame you; Eddie is very hot.�� He paused long enough to point a shaky finger in his friend’s direction. “But you are not allowed to cheat on my sister. She’d be really sad if you broke her heart and I don’t want to see her sad anymore.”
Chimney stared at his brother-in-law until he found the energy to move his mouth, as much sincerity as he could muster pouring all over the table. “I love your sister. I want to spend my whole life making her happy.”
“Shots!” Hen loudly declared, passing out new glasses for the trio from the tray they’d ordered, vowing it would be the last round – a lie that no one (not even the bartenders) believed.
“Shots!” Chimney failed to sit up from his slumped position at the edge of the booth but he managed to retrieve his drink and clink glasses with his friends, which was enough for the moment.
Hen held them in suspense with their tequila in the air. “One more shot, and you have to strip on the bar. That’s the deal.”
Buck rolled his eyes. “I’m not stripping on the bar again.”
Both paramedics nearly spit out their drinks but Hen was the first to regain her senses.
“You’ve done it before?”
“No!” His response came too late – and if any of them remembered this night, he might be worried about repercussions.
“You have.” Chimney point a lazy hand in his general direction, fading faster than the others.
“Why are you on her side now?” Buck would be very offended at both Chimneys, if he could look either of them in the eyes.
“I’m on the winning side.” He loudly declared, dropping his shot glass a little too forcefully onto the table, shattering their eardrums.
“If you’re not going to at least jump on the table then I’m going home.” Hen was already stumbling out of the booth when Buck grabbed her arm.
“Fine, fine,” he conceded, pushing their copious glassware to the edges of the table. “For you.”
Five minutes later, the trio caught themselves against the side of the building, Chimney holding an icepack to Buck’s forehead, and Hen apologizing to the bouncer for the seventh time as the door slammed behind them.
“My phone is dead so we can’t call Bobby.” Buck tucked his phone into his back pocket – nearly falling over when he went back to retrieve the phone that never made it into his pants.
“I could call Bobby.” Chimney did his best to keep his friend upright, but coordination was not his friend tonight.
“Or we could walk!” Hen declared, already setting off towards the sidewalk. What choice did they have but to follow behind, decidedly not calling Bobby to come get them from the other side of town.
While Chimney held the ice pack, Buck was free to sling his arms around his friends and pull them close.
“I am so lucky to know you guys, you know that?” The force of his embrace sent them stumbling over the synthetic grass, but they caught themselves in time. “See, you protect me.”
Hen, clearly the sensible one of the group, pulled them forward. “Come on, I bet we could run and keep our arms locked like this.”
Eddie’s trio weren’t fairing much better, having respectfully paid their bar tab after a woman tried to hit on Eddie, and Karen nearly threw an empty glass at her head. Maddie had wisely called Athena (although, the vulgar language she used would be the source of a lecture at the breakfast table), but that didn’t stop them from wandering down the street and away from the place they’d promised to stay.
They were definitely too far from their meeting spot when Eddie spotted a group of familiar faces across the four-lane road.
“Buck?!” he called, pulling more attention than strictly necessary. As long as it got the one man he was after, it would be worth it.
“Eddie?” Bingo! Both parties stood parallel to each other, mirroring their swaying movement. “What are you doing over there?”
“We’re waiting for Athena.”
“Cool. We didn’t call Bobby so we’re walking home.”
Eddie furrowed his brow. “Home is that way.” He gestured in a direction that would eventually get them back to their home (if they circled the globe a few times).
“Oh.” Buck frowned, taking him at his word. “We’ll stop then.”
“What happened to your forehead?” Maddie’s shout startled him for her sheer proximity – not because he forgot she was there because he only had eyes for his fiancé. She had a good point though. Why was Chimney holding an ice pack to Buck’s head?
“He wrestled a bear” Hen declared.
“No, I didn’t.” Buck shot his friend an annoyed glare. The thought of shots made Eddie queasy in the night air, but he listened to the trio across the street.
“I told you to, but you said we couldn’t find one this late at night.”
“There’s one at the zoo.” Karen shouted unhelpfully.
“We should go to the zoo.” Hen latched on to his wife’s idea much too quickly.
“You’re all idiots.” Maddie rolled her eyes, stumbling as she did so; thank god she at least thought to wear flats for her evening out. “Come over here and wait for Athena with us.”
Chimney had to be pulled back by Buck’s lightning-dull reflexes when he stepped out onto the road at his wife’s command.
“Use the crosswalk dummy” she scolded, earning an indignant look from her brother.
“Don’t be mean to Chim; he loves you so much.”
“Yeah,” Chimney parroted. “I love you so much.”
Eddie watched the exchange wistfully. He’d always liked Maddie and Chimney’s relationship. They took care of each other and respected one another and laughed together and talked together. He could only hope that one day he’d find something that good.
Oh wait, he had.
“I’m going to marry you, Evan Buckley!” Eddie shouted to the world, his eyes landing on the only face that mattered. “You’re going to be mine forever.”
“I love you, Eddie Diaz” Buck called back. “I’m gonna marry you so hard.”
“Oh my god.” Six fuzzy heads turned to face a very put out – though secretly bemused – Athena Grant, arms crossed over her chest from her position against the light post. “It’s like herding cats with you all.”
“’Thena!” Hen called from across the street. “We didn’t call Bobby.”
“I noticed. He’s here anyways.” The police sergeant clicked her tongue in annoyance. “I’m not shouting at you three all night, get over here.” When they didn’t move right away, she added with a glare “now!”
While one drunken trio made their way to the crosswalk to join their friends, Athena turned her attention to the drunken trio in front of her.
“And you three, were supposed to stay by the bar. Instead, I have to walk six blocks to find you, while Bobby is trying to find those three stooges at their meeting location twenty blocks away.” She continued her lecture even as she pulled out her phone to call her husband. “The six of you are going to send us both into early retirement.”
“Bobby, your kids are here with mine, you know the bar? Great.” She’d barely swiped the call button when she found herself engulfed by Eddie’s hug.
“Thank you for coming to get us, Athena. You always take such good care of us.” She hesitated for a moment before sighing and giving in to his sloppy embrace.
“I’ll remind you you said that in the morning.” They were all going to wake up miserable. Why had she let her husband agree to let them take the spare bedrooms? If she conveniently forgot now, they’d never know.
She’d drive them back to her house anyways.
“I’ll always remember” he promised, eyes wide and sincere. “For as long as I Buck!” Athena recoiled when Eddie shouted in her ear, immediately detaching himself so he could fling his arms around his fiancé, letting the ice pack drop to the ground. “You came!”
Buck held Eddie tightly to his chest, squeezing as hard as they both could. “I’ll always come for you” he declared with the same sincerity Eddie had worn before. She hoped they remembered being this unbearably sappy. It wouldn’t be any fun to tease them if they had no idea what she was talking about.
As the three couples reunited, Athena stood off to the side, watching them cuddle and exchange light kisses. Karen and Hen’s touches were soft and quiet, Maddie and Chimney exchanged flirtatious words for only them, and Eddie was gently swiping his thumb over the inevitable bruise on Buck’s forehead. Each seemed to temper the other, adding a calm to the evening that had been chaos until now. They were happy – all of them – that seemed a hard thing to earn in their line of work. But they’d found it, somehow.
Her friends may be an absolute headache sometimes, but she loved them dearly.
Until Chimney vomited into the nearest trashcan, setting off an impossibly disgusting chain reaction amongst the group.
Maybe tonight, she’d love them from afar.
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