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pelova4president · 4 months

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The girlfriend scarer

Leah Williamson x McCabe!Reader

summary~ Katie’s your big sister and she takes her role very serious. She’s scaring off any girlfriend you bring home. When the one and only Leah Williamson asks you out, you couldn’t resist.

Your sister had always been protective over you, even more since you’ve moved to London to play for the same red club she’s been playing for. You are younger than her and just turned twenty when you moved away from home and to rainy England. Katie knows how it is to be young and to move away from home like that, she wanted to help you in every way she could.

The first month she insisted you’d stay with her (and Caitlin). She drove you to and from training and if you went out, which you rarely did because who did you know other than your teammates, she had your location just for safety reasons.

Katie’s just like that. When you had your first girlfriend she almost ran away because of your sister. They met at Christmas dinner and Katie had a not so nice first conversation with her. “I don’t care who you are but if you hurt her i promise you i’ll hurt you much and much more.” Katie told her after your dad had already told her some scary shit.

So it wasn’t a surprise when she left you a week later. Her reasoning was that she ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship yet’. Katie comforted you when she heard what had happened. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t atleast a bit happy she’d broken up with you. You didn’t deserve to be broken up with but that girl seemed like a player and it was better that you’d broken up now rather than later when the feelings were much more complicated.

Over the years you had a few girlfriends but the relationship was never long and important enough to introduce them to your sister. And maybe you didn’t because you already knew what would happen. If Katie got to them they wouldn’t return back to you. You knew Katie didn’t mean it in a bad way but it does seem that way sometimes, doesn’t she want to see you happy?

So when Leah asked you out after a few weeks of being a part of the squad you said yes. You had your eye on her for a long time now, how could you not. Leah was sweet and your sister spoke highly of her.

Leah had invited you over to her house and since you were still staying with Katie and Caitlin you had to come up with a little white lie, it wasn’t really a lie anyway. “Katie, Cait, i’m going to a friend of mine, bye!” you yelled after turning your location off. Katie might check your location so better safe than sorry.

When you walked up to Leah’s front door you checked yourself in your phone camera and fixed your hair up. God what are you doing? Dating behind Katie’s back and it’s her teammate and one of her bestfriends as well. You knew that this wasn’t gonna end well, how could it.

You were still deep in thought, looking at the chocolate bar in your hands when the door opened, revealing a grinning Leah. “You’ve been standing here for quite a while now. Are you gonna come in and share the chocolate or are you gonna stand there the whole evening?” the blonde asked laughing.

You walked inside and handed her the sweet bar you bought her. “Thought you’d like something chocolatey.” you smiled walking over to her couch where there were already a few snack waiting. “You know i like sweet things.” Leah winked at you.

Leah was a real charmer and that’s how she stole a kiss that evening. “You’re a good captain and teammate you know.” you told her smiling sheepishly. She chuckled and laid her hand on your thigh, “Only a good captain and teammate? I think i’m even a better kisser.”. You chuckled at her comment. “Are you laughing at me! I really am but i guess you’ll never know hm?” she said jokingly offended. The defenders eyes fell onto your lips and back to your eyes again. Leah took your chin into her hands and leaned in to kiss you, you let her and kissed her back.

“I guess you’re an alright kisser.” you said blushing. “Only alright? I guess i’ll have to kiss you again then.” Leah joked and pecked your lips once again.

Leah and you have been going on dates for a little over two months now. You weren’t official yet but you’d really like to. But then you’ll have to tell Katie, now that things weren’t that serious she didn’t have to know you told yourself.

It got harder to hide things from Katie now. You’d go on dates a few times a week and saying that you were going to the gym or having drinks with friends wasn’t good enough of an excuse anymore. So that’s why you decided to move out. You needed your own space, somewhere you could invite Leah over and not have to worry about who’s home.

Katie had her suspicions but kept them to herself (and Caitlin). She helped you move your things and even offered to set up your new furniture. She was horrible at things like that so you thanked her but sent her home later that evening.

You rang your ‘situationship’ and asked her to come over for dinner. Leah arrived with two pizza boxes and a bottle of red wine. “It’s our cheatday, we can enjoy a bit of fastfood.” she defended her foodchoice.

You gave her a little apartment tour and ended it in the kitchen, leaning on the kitchen island. “Now that i’ve got my own space you can come over more and we don’t have to sneak around so much.” you whispered, kissing her on the lips. Leah’s hand placed themselves on your hips and she hummed, “hmm i love that, baby. How about we make this official, us?” she asked you hopefully.

You leaned back and looked her in her blue eyes. “I’d love to Lee, you know that. I just don’t know what to do with Katie.” you told her. Leah sighed and nodded. “I know, we’ll tell her eventually but for now let’s just keep this all to ourselves, girlfriend.” she smiled proudly.

leahwilliamsonn posted on their story

When you were training you tried to keep things as normal as before. Vic, Kyra, Less and you were joking around on the pitch as always when your dating life became the topic of conversation.

“You’ve been smiling more since you’ve been having all these plans and no more time for us McCabe.” Less laughed. “Got yourself a girlfriend?” Kyra joked. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up on your face. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, crazy girls!” you dismissed. But the trio looked at eachother and burst out in laughter, “Oh my god! Little McCabe has a secret girlfriend!” Victoria yelled. “Shhhh! Jesus why’d you have to yell man!” you scolded the three of them. Even though you were the youngest of them all it seemed like they were atleast ten years younger.

“Wait you really really have a girlfriend? We were only joking mate.” Kyra said with wide eyes. “What’s big McCabe gonna say about her little sister dating..” Vicky jokingly pushed you. “Please don’t say anything to her.” you asked them with pleading eyes.

Lessi passed the ball to you, “Don’t worry we won’t but who is she? Give us a hint.”. You sighed, you knew that you were gonna have to give them a little hint to get off the hook. “Is she on the team?” Kyra asked curiously. “Uh- yeah i guess yes.” you said passing the ball to Kyra.

You looked in Lessi’s direction, watching Leah shoot on goal. Alessia turned around, looking at what caught your attention. “Oh my god! No fucking way!” the blonde scream whispered. The other two girls looked in Alessia’s direction and saw what she had seen. “Leah is your girlfriend?” Kyra more stated than asked. “Oh my god, i don’t even know who Katie’s gonna kill now, you or Leah?” Victoria thought out loud. “Probably both.” Lessi answered her.

“Fuck, i’ve messed up haven’t i?” you sighed shooting the ball way too hard. The three girls all nodded, “Yeah, good luck.” Kyra offered you a kind smile.

Leah asked you to spend a weekend with her, out of London. You eagerly accepted, running away from your problems? Sounds perfect!

The England captain had booked a hotel in Brighton. Everything was perfect, your girlfriend had all kinds of activities planned but most took place in your hotelroom.

y/nmccabe posted on their story

You hadn’t thought about telling your sister about your relationship all weekend, well until now.

anger issues <3

who’s that on your story?

you

someone i’m seeing

anger issues <3

so your girlfriend.

you

yeah

anger issues <3

what’s her name? when are we meeting? how long has this been going on? do i know her?

you

i’ll tell you when i’m back Katie, just don’t be mad please

anger issues <3

Why didn’t you tell me

You didn’t tell Leah, she’d only worry more about it. The blonde took you to play a bit of football. You had a few days off but you both knew that you didn’t actually had vacation. You had to stay fit, especially now Leah had just returned from her ACL.

leahwilliamsonn posted on their story

After Leah posted her story, hell broke loose. Katie knew you were with your girlfriend, she also knew that Leah was a weekend away. What she didn’t expect was to open Instagram and see you on Leah’s story. Leah was the girl you were with, Leah was your girlfriend. Katie had connected all the dots.

When Leah and you got back to your room her phone buzzed a few times and eventually she got called. Katie was calling her. Leah asked you what she would call her for but you shrugged and the blonde picked up.

“Fucking Leah Williamson you’ve been shagging my little sister!” Katie yelled through the phone, her Irish accent sounding thick. Leah looked over at you, panic all over her face. “Katie mate, i don’t know what you’re ta-“ she tried before the was cut off by a swearing Katie. “Don’t fucking lie to me. How long?” Katie asked. Leah was silent for a moment “How fucking long Williamson!” your sister repeated herself. “About three months.” the blonde sighed into the phone.

You could feel Katie shaking her head over the phone. “Fuckin’ hell mate. How did you not tell me. I don’t really want to talk to the two of you right now, i’ll talk to you later…” Katie said before hanging up.

You knew Katie was hurt but you also knew that if you’d told her earlier on she wouldn’t have a great reaction either.

Both you and Leah knew it was time to tell Katie either way. Your girlfriend drove you to Katie’s apartment, you’d bought her a box of chocolates in the hopes that she’ll forgive you sooner. Knocking on the door Leah grabbed your hand, feeling your nervousness. She kissed you on top of your head and assured you everything would be fine. “The secret’s out, she wants you to be happy. Only i will get murdered.” Leah tried to lighten the mood.

Katie opened the door and silently allowed you inside. The three of you were sitting on the couch with still no word spoken.

You broke the silence “Katie, i’m really sorry i hurt you but i just didn’t want you to react the way you always do.”. Katie looked at you and scoffed, “What do you even mean ‘react the way you always do’?”.

You rolled your eyes at her. “Katie you scare off any girl i bring home, the first few times i didn’t know why they’d break up with me but then i did the math and they always broke up with me after they’d met you. I get that you mean it good and you know, things like that but it’s not okay. I didn’t want you to be like with Leah.” you explained. “I don’t scare all of your girlfriends off, they’re just… soft.” Katie grinned as she defended herself.

Leah rolled her eyes at the brunette and spoke up. “Mate, i would’ve been dead by now if you hadn’t found out over the phone.” your girlfriend said shuddering at the thought of what your sister had said over the phone. “Okay yeah yeah whatever. Who knew about this already?” Katie asked trying to have another conversation topic.

“Lia and Steph” “Lessi, Ky and Vic” Leah and you said at the same time. Leah looked at you with a raised brow. “They tricked me into telling them!” you yelled, “Besides, you told Lia and Steph!”. Leah tried to argue but Katie interrupted her. “So basically the whole team knew, except me.” your sister said suspiciously calm. You and your girlfriend smile guiltily at her.

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days away 🤍

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victoriapelova who is thaaatt??

leahwilliamsonn cute 😘

alessiarusso99 mysterious girls

katie_mccabe11 sneaky bastards

↳ y/nmccabe oh shut up

kyracooneyx the disgustingly cheesy girlsss

↳ y/nmccabe the annoying little kid

↳ kyracooneyx you’re younger

You stayed the night at Leah’s and she drove you to London Colney. Walking into the training centre the girls were already singing Strawberry kisses in the gym. The two of you walked hand in hand and when Jen saw that she yelled “Look who finally told scary McCabe!”.

When you kissed Leah on the lips after training you heard all kinds off ‘whoos’ and ‘oeeehhs’ around the room. Leah and you walked out of the training centre but Leah got pulled back by your sister. “Can i talk to you for a minute?” she asked Leah.

The two of them walked back into the centre and Katie spoke again. “So i guess my little sister wouldn’t appreciate this but you know, i need to. If you ever hurt her feelings or think about hurting her in any shape or form, i’m gonna hurt you. And don’t think i won’t just because you’re my friend and captain alright?” Katie said trying to intimidate Leah. “All clear mate.” Leah spoke tapping your sister on her shoulder. “Okay so now i’ve done my part , i know you make her happy and you love her. I love you both very much and i guess you’d be an alright sister in law.” Katie joked before bringing Leah in for a hug.

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Dating Leah had it’s perks, she drove you to training every day, made sure you were on time, she was the captain and was the perfect model for all your photos. And the biggest positive, Katie and your girlfriend got along which was the first time Katie got along with any of your girlfriends.

The teasing however never stopped. Kyra called you a simp and gagged whenever you and Leah showed any physical affection to eachother. Vic laughed every time you tripped over your feet when looking at Leah flexing her muscles in the gym. You thought that Lessi would have some sympathy but she was just as bad, joking about your love eyes and how you were such a softy now.

Katie was just like always, protective but on a distance. Leah was there to protect you now.

leahwilliamsonn, y/nmccabe

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little bit of everything and a whole lot of you.

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katie_mccabe11 disgusting 🤢

liawaelti cuteee!!

kyracooneyx mccabe’s a simp

↳ y/nmccabe wrong mccabe insta account xx

victoriapelova more clumsy than lessi these two

↳ leahwilliamsonn i’m not clumsy!

↳ victoriapelova y/n is clumsy enough for the both of you

alessiarusso99 lovey dovey eyes 😍

russovicx23 they’re so cutteeee

arsenalw0men1 i’m convinced they’re soulmates

A/N i’ve just seen anyone but you and i actually liked it?! Normally i hate romcoms but this one was actually good. The song ‘Anyone but you’ by Still Woozy is so so so sooo good. Anyway, the second Leah fic is hereee!!

I also kinda want to write a Sydney Lohmann x Georgia Stanway x Reader fic… any ideas??

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #leah williamson #woso community #victoria pelova #arsenal wfc #engwnt #alessia russo #kyra cooney cross #leah williamson x reader #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe

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impactedfates · 7 months

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Gayly crashes inside here/J

Anyways may I request a Jing Yuan with [platonic] bio-child reader.. Who has the most chaotic personality ever [ft sharing the same braincells as Yanqing] thank youuu

— 🫶🏻 Anon with a teddy bear gift 🧸

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT, I’LL TREASURE IT FOREVER 🧸 I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE THIS

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Family (JY, You and Yanqing!) + Crack

Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios/HC

Warnings: None

Extra: Reader is a teen in this // Single Father JY again but he loves his kids // Yanqing will be your younger brother for this // Reader works under Fu Xuan // Not fully proofread // Some mentions of modern day stuff but time is still taken in the HSR Universe

Loveable Headaches - Platonic Dad! Jing Yuan x Reader

Jing Yuan really does love his children, both you and Yanqing...but you two never seem to give him a break do you? From your brother always buying swords to you deciding to dramatically gasp about the future, causing them to be scared when all that happened was that they trip over a pebble the next day...

On a day where he wished he could be sleeping having done all his paperwork (or...most of them) Fu Xuan comes barging in dragging you behind her, glaring at the man. And although making people scared of their future is rather bad when you're a diviner...he can't help but chuckle sometimes Fu Xuan tries to make him lecture you.

Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan, your kid started laughing when they saw someone's future. Jing Yuan: Is that so? What did they laugh at? Fu Xuan: A poor guy who got jump scared by a ca- Jing Yuan: Wheeze Ah ahem I mean, they did?

When you and Yanqing are hanging out together. It's either Yanqing being the responsible one and leading you out of trouble, or the other way around. Not one time have you two shared a brain cell and thought logically. At rare times, both of you would have no brain cells and Jing Yuan would have a Cloud Knight knocking at his office and bringing the two rascals who scared the trainee knights.

When Mimi first grew up and the family realised she was in fact a lion, you climbed on her back and began riding her around like a horse.

[Name]: Go Mimi go!! Jing Yuan: Sweetie…please get off her. [Name]: What why? D: We're both feline great Jing Yuan: *Trying not to laugh* G-good one…but you're gonna get hurt.

You and Yanqing probably on more than one occasion tried to go into R rated films when you both were younger. Unluckily for you, everyone knows the Generals kid.

The Dozing General loves his naps and sleep but he also loves you!...But if he hears you playing "We Will Rock You" at 3am in the morning with pots and pans one more time-

Honestly you give Fu Xuan a headache too sometimes. We already said you laugh at a divination you give that scares the other person but you also tend to act disgusted, concerned or any negative emotion when reading future moments...this can either lead to you telling them what happened which is usually such a small thing or you not telling them, simply stating "Can't say, ruins the future"

You probably stole a bunch of things from his room, it worked out for a bit as he wasn't sure where everything was going but you revealed yourself as the lil thief when you tried to steal his heavy sword. (It's a sword right? Or smt??)

You made Jing Yuan wear a powerpuff girls outfit once for Halloween. If he was a powerpuff girl or Dr whatever his name was I forgot, is up to you.

Jing Yuan seems like the type of guy to give kids the big chocolate bars for Halloween, so he needs to hide them from you and Yanqing before Halloween is here or else the kids won't have any as you snatched them with your lil brother.

I see that when you and Yanqing were younger, you tried dressing up as each other, wearing wigs and each other's clothing to try and trick Jing Yuan...however, your clothes were too big on Yanqing, and his clothes were too small on you.

Yanqing tried to jump scare you once when you were using the hose for something, needless to say. Yanqing came back in the house absolutely soaked.

Perhaps one day, the two of you dressed up as Jing Yuan, he found it so adorable!! He took so many pictures of the 'Mini Generals'...he may or may not have attempted to take a day off, gesturing to the 'Mini Generals' and how they would do the work.

Fu Xuan: General…they're kids, they're not ready for your job Jing Yuan: Kids! That want to be me, why not train them? Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan: Ah, no fun Madam Fu, I'm going I'll do my work, I'll do my work.

He questioned if you were a dog in disguise when you were like 5 tbh. Cuz you bit a lot of things, heck he once came into a meeting with you hanging off his arm...by biting him...doesn't hurt him but he did question where you learnt that.

Yanqing was adopted as a kid, when Jing Yuan first came home with the lil guy, and introduced him to you as your younger brother...you tried to make him fly by throwing him off the kitchen counter, to which THANKFULLY Jing Yuan has the quick reflexes to save Yanqing, he scolded you of course. And hey, good thing Jing Yuan did save your brother as you wouldn't have your partner in crime otherwise.

Idk if I made the reader chaotic or not but hopefully this was alrightwfiof.

Sorry for slow updates (I say as if I didn't mention I'd also be concentrated on other things). I'm going to some resort or something for a school tour(?) and apparently it has no wifi/signal, so wish me luck...gotta bond with my classmates.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr imagines #Jing Yuan #Yanqing #HSR Jing Yuan #HSR Yanqing #Jing Yuan x Reader #Jing Yuan x You #platonic jing yuan x reader #platonic jing yuan x you #hsr platonic #platonic hsr #🎭 masked fools

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holylulusworld · 8 days

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Indecent Proposal (17)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, fluff, implied needy reader and Bucky, candy theft, polyamory

Indecent Proposal (16)

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Two months after Bucky and Steve found out about Rumlow’s plan to get information about them using the nurse, said man disappeared.

No one cared about Brock Rumlow's disappearance. One day, he left town and never got seen again.

People may think Steve and Bucky took care of the annoying thorn in their flesh, but the truth is that they didn’t touch one hair on his head.

“Still nothing?” Bucky watches Natasha stuff the money he brought to her into her bag. Another good investment for the mobster, money for her retirement to Natasha. “Be honest, Nat. Did you take care of him?”

“I told Rumlow that his little stunt with the nurse went too far. He had the order to stay away from your…” she wrinkles her forehead still not understanding your relationship with the mobsters. “Fiancé.”

“We didn’t kill him,” Steve pushes off the wall to look at the pictures on Natasha’s desk. “Even though, we planned on taking him down. Rumlow had it coming.”

Natasha frowns deeply. “If none of us took him down… What happened to him? This doesn’t make sense at all.”

“What if he fucked with the wrong people over?” Bucky scratches his scruffy chin, wondering if the man obsessed with him and Steve annoyed the wrong person. “We can’t be the only people he messed with.”

“I don’t know,” Natasha sighs and rubs her tired eyes. “He’s a good cop.” She rolls her eyes when Steve makes a retching noise. “Believe it or not, he’s not a complete psycho. Rumlow is good at his job. I don’t know what you did to make him lose his mind.”

“We did shit to your little buddy,” Steve grunts. “If someone made him disappear, I owe him one. This way, I didn’t have to get my hands dirty.”

“This must be very funny to you, Rogers,” Natasha wrinkles her nose. “He was a good man and a good cop. It’s too bad he got lost in your web.”

“We didn’t lure him in,” Bucky snaps at Natasha. He glares at her, making sure she knows they did come here to chat. “One day your friend decided he must bring me and Steve down. Does he even know that we maintain peace? No one dares to harm citizens since we took over the throne.”

“I get it,” she huffs. “You are the kings of your kingdom of shit.”

“Careful—” Steve snarls at the redhead. “Our fathers build this kingdom with blood and terror,” the blonde steps closer to Natasha, sizing her up. “Bucky and I changed the old ways. We took their empire and changed it for the better.”

“What do we do about Rumlow now? If he’s dead, people will start asking questions. It’s no secret that he was obsessed with us.”

“I will try to keep you out of this,” Natasha steps away from Steve. She doesn’t want to rile him up even more.

“You’ll keep us up to date,” Steve points his index finger at the redhead. “We need to know every detail of his disappearance…”

“Doll, what are you doing,” Steve laughs. You threatened to cut Bucky’s cock off because he dared to steal a chocolate bar from your secret stash.

“He stole from me!” You pout. “Bucky stole my favorite chocolate bar. It was the last one with hazelnut.” Faking a sob, you look at Steve. “You should scold him.”

“I was hungry after you wanted a taste of Bucky,” the brunette grins. “And you got a whole drawer filled with the sweets. Candies, chocolate bars, all the good stuff. Steve, she’s got a sweet tooth.”

“Not only a sweet tooth,” Steve smirks. “She’s a naughty little minx too.”

“Hey! I’m not little,” you kneel on the bed to glare at Steve. Not months ago, you trembled in fear in front of Steve, and now you talk back and tease the mobster. “You better watch your tongue, or I won’t show you the latest ultrasound picture!”

Bucky watches you and his husband bicker. He smirks and chuckles. The brunette leans back and enjoys the show. “Steve, she’s getting cocky. What will you do about it?”

Steve cocks a brow. His features darken and he smirks at you. “I will spank her cute ass if she gets even cockier.”

You laugh at Steve’s words. He wouldn’t dare put his hands on you. Both men are deadly and strong, but with you, they are soft and gentle. Even if you are a brat and a needy slut sometimes.

“The doctor will be here in half an hour,” Bucky stretches his legs and yawns. It was a long day. Jensen and Bucky tried to find out more about Rumlow’s disappearance over the last hours. “Let’s not fight over stolen candy.”

“I did not forget you stole from my stash, punk!” You poke your index finger into Bucky’s thigh. “You are on thin ice, Sir.”

“Sir, huh?” Bucky licks his lips. “Steve, how long until the doctor arrives.” He looks at his husband.

“Buck. No,” Steve shakes his head. “Last time the doctor almost caught us red-handed.”

“Hmmm…good times,” you nod and sigh dreamily. “Very good times.”

“Your fiancé is healthy,” the doctor murmurs while scribbling down a few notes, “everything looks good. There is nothing to be worried about.” He looks up from his notes. “We should talk about the results of the ultrasound we took today now.”

He clears his throat and looks at you. The elderly man gives you a soft smile. “Can I tell them?”

The doctor chuckles now. “Of course, my dear.”

“Alright,” you clap your hands before grinning at Steve. “I will blow your mind.”

“Please tell me she’s not pregnant with a Tasmanian devil,” Steve mirrors your smirk. “I bet she is. It would explain her bratty behavior.”

“Stevie, let Y/N talk. I wanna know what she wants to talk about,” Bucky grabs your hand. Anytime you have an ultrasound examination he turns into a softie. “Go ahead doll. We are listening.”

You take a deep breath. Suddenly you’re a little nervous. “I-doctor can you tell them?” You chicken out and drop your gaze.

“Fuck! Is something wrong with the baby?” Steve presses one hand to his heart. “Please tell us.”

“Doll…” Bucky holds your hand a little tighter. The usual tough man looks helplessly at his husband. “Stevie?”

“The baby and your fiancé are healthy,” the doctor hastily says. “We got no bad news for you. It’s rather, good news for you and your fiancé, gentlemen.”

“Good news,” Bucky nods at Steve. “Did you hear…good news. Phew.” He sighs deeply. “Thank fuck.”

“What is the good news?” Steve rumbles. He stares at your swollen belly, awaiting an answer. “Doctor?”

You take a deep breath and look at both men. You don’t know if the news is good to them or not. “We—we are having twins!”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky x reader #pregnant reader #stucky x fem #stucky x female reader #female reader #stucky x y #Indecent Proposal (17)

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chxrrysangel · 2 months

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Drinking Games

Pairing| Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings | friends to lovers, fluff, mentions of alcohol/drunkeness, love confessions, it’s really cute ok

Author’s note | this is the first thing I’ve published in like 5 months so…gentle please. Also this 100% came to me in a maladaptive daydream…lmao

Sitting around the circle, your body buzzed with excitement and the mixed drinks you had tonight. Robin sat not more than three feet away, acting as the self-appointed dealer. The game of the night had long been forgotten by name, but the rules were rather simple: answer the question or drink. One could hardly mess up something so simple but your friends were always eager to conquer the impossible.

Secrets and juicy tidbits were revealed throughout the night, each of your friends making the hard choices to spill their guts—not that you minded. Eventually, your turn game around again and Robin’s eyes glistened with intrigue. Anxiety lodged itself in your throat, fearful of what horror lies on the card in her hand. She always had this look when up to something, her lips curling up into a frighteningly devious smirk like she knew something you didn’t. She turned towards you, your name dripping off her tongue with a noticeable air of mischief.

“Would you consider the person across from you in the circle to be attractive?” Your heartbeat sounded noisily in your ears, a cold sweat finding its way onto your hot skin. You had no reason to question who was across from you, already knowing the answer.

Eddie.

Edward Munson, your friend—dare you say best friend— who stole your heart the second you met. The two of you became fast friends, quickly falling into an agreeable routine at school. Once graduated, you stayed just as close if not closer. The chemistry between you was undeniable, but you were always “just friends.” Even when you started a little too long at him from across the room or burned with jealousy when he flirted with people at the local bar, he was just your friend. And it killed you.

Tentatively, you lifted your gaze from off the rugged carpet towards the metalhead across from you. Eddie looked at you innocently, not wanting to push you to answer. He was so kind that it was unnerving, how could you not like him? For years, he carried this reputation of a mean rugged guy who’d pulverize anyone who made eye contact. But, he truly was the exact opposite. Eddie could hardly hurt a fly, actually running in the opposite directions of them. The next few seconds were spent deliberating over your response to the challenge.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to say it?

“Yes.” Eddie’s gaze locked with yours as you spoke, his expression nearly unreadable if it weren’t for the hint of surprise in his doe eyes. Robin was satisfied with your answer, choosing to move on to the next person.

At some point during the game, Steve tapped out, choosing to play dealer with Robin. Everything was going smoothly, almost too smoothly. You had opted for water about 20 mins ago, sobering up a little bit. When the circle moved onto Eddie again, Steve picked up a card this time. The ex-jock couldn’t even pretend to hide his smile at the words, excitement clear on his features.

“Eddie, is there any person in this circle that you’d consider kissing.”

You didn’t mean to do it, but the hopeful high schooler buried deep in you couldn’t help but look at him in this moment. His chocolate brown eyes flicked across each person in the circle before landing on you, locking eyes comfortably. His gaze held for just a few beats, almost unclockable to an outsider.

“Yes.” Just as quickly as his gaze landed on you, it moved back over to Steve for approval. The boy leaned in, some other plan brewing in his mind.

“Follow up question. Will you disclose who they are?”

Again Eddie's eyes met yours for a few seconds longer than normal, unwavering in his decision. In any other headspace, you'd be inclined to brush it off and make excuses. But in this moment, your usual instincts felt almost elementary.

“I don't think I have to.”

The rest of the game passed on normally, your mind just barely present enough to answer the questions or take a shot during your turn. Eddie barely spared another glance in your direction, at least that you noticed.

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You said your goodbyes to everyone, planning your thankfully short walk back to your place. Safety keychain in hand, you snuggled into your coat and headed out. Between the crunching of your sneakers on the gravel walkway and the howling wind, you could hardly make out the sound of someone shouting a bit ways behind you. You would’ve ignored it altogether if it weren’t for the yelling getting louder, testifying that it wasn’t in your imagination.

A certain curly-haired metalhead made his way towards you, smile bright in the otherwise barely lit street. Even drunk out of his mind, Eddie was gorgeous -- something you almost hated about him. He didn't even try to be hot, he just was.

“Hey. Mind if I -um, walk with you? We live close together anyways.” Not trusting yourself to speak, you moved over on the sidewalk to allot space. The walk home was largely silent, much too in your own head to say much. Eddie made no attempt to stir conversation, which you were grateful for. His usually chatty self was nowhere to be found.

As soon as the sight of your apartment building came into view, you thanked heaven and earth for saving you from this anxiety. You could pretend the night didn’t happen and move on with your life.

“Hey, sweets I’ve uh got a question.” Eddie cleared his throat, which did very little to hide the nerves in his tone. Hesitant, you chewed on your lip for a moment. Eddie’s gaze flickered down to your mouth for a moment, before quickly shooting back up to your eyes.

“Shoot.” The metalhead averted his gaze, something rather atypical for such an extroverted guy. His voice got quiet as well, like he didn’t trust himself to speak. It was endearing.

“Did you mean what you said tonight? About…finding me attractive?” His voice was hopeful, at least that’s what’s it sounded like. But you had to have imagined that.

“Yeah… I did. I have eyes Eddie. We may be friends, but I know handsome when I see it Eds.” Your voice was hesitant, but more honest than you've ever been.

The barely audible comment of “yeah friends.” could be heard from his lips, like he was whispering it to himself. It dawned upon you that the two of you were crossing the line in this moment.

“Eddie, I also have a question.” You had to be brave in this moment, knowing you might never get another chance again for this kind of honesty. His head perked up, curls bouncing and falling into the mess you loved so much around his features. With his full attention, it was now your turn to be nervous.

“Did you mean what you said tonight?” Even in the dimness of the overhead streetlight, Eddie’s entire face burned red with embarrassment. He chuckled in disbelief, shifting his weight with each foot.

“Full disclosure, I was kind of hoping you forgot about that…I was so bold and I don’t know why. But uh yeah I did mean it.” His head dropped into his hands, filled with embarrassment and shame.

With the last few words, something shifted in that moment. Eddie was no longer your goofy, lovable best friend that you secretly pined over. He wasn’t the guy who Robin and Steve damn near had to kill somebody to get you to admit that you liked. He was just a guy, one who admitted not even 2 hours ago that he’d kiss you if given the chance. And he knew that.

With one brave step towards one another, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Maybe it was the alcohol or just his proximity, but your head felt light.

“Eddie,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” His lips ghost over yours, brushing in a way that makes you feel pathetically needy.

“Can we make good on that wish?”

He hums in response, cradling your face in his hands as he gently presses his lips to yours. He doesn’t rush, savoring the taste of you as if he’d forget. You quickly find harmony in your movements, both hungry with desire but desperate to make the moment last as long as possible. He whimpers in your mouth, needing more than one could give on a public street.

It’s only when your lungs begin to burn with lack of oxygen that you break away. You make no move to back away, encased on his arms like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

“So…”

Your awkwardness breaks the silence, the two of you making eye contact before falling into a much needed laughter fit.

“We’re gonna have to talk about this tomorrow, for sure. Perhaps over breakfast?.” His beloved goofy smile is on display, the signature one you couldn’t make to say no to.

“Are you asking me out on a date Munson?”

“Not yet. But soon. Definitely soon.”

You say goodnight, making headway towards your apartment door before you’re suddenly pulled back. Sandalwood and vanilla engulf your senses, Eddie stopping you from going to sleep. Without warning, he places his hand on the side of your neck and kisses you once more. This one was rather short, but equally sweet.

“Just wanted one for the road.” He winks, bowing like an idiot before walking into the night towards his own place. You smile to yourself as you walk the building’s empty hallways—giddy, lovesick, and still a bit drunk.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff

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ashlynredonovitch · 4 months

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Secrets In The Street

Warnings: none

Prompt: “basically y/n is a poor girl on the streets and pickpockets/shoplifts to survive, and she does that to willy but he’s super kind to her instead of telling the police on her. Then they fall in love.” - @riordanness (THANK YOU!)

“Come back here you!” A woman’s voice yelled from behind, as you sprint down an alley, a bright, crisp apple in hand from her cart.

You weren’t a runner, not in the slightest, so being chased by a woman for having an apple -well, stealing an apple- wasn’t on your list of things to today. You couldn’t help it, you were hungry. The woman wasn’t even around, you had no clue how she saw you.

You hear the woman groan from behind and turn around just in time to see her give up and walk away. Who knows some other person on the streets could’ve stolen more of her produce.

“Oh well, at least it’s something,” you muttered as you trailed along the darkening alley, holding it carefully so you can keep it safe for later. Walking in the direction towards the bench you spent most nights.

It was obviously nothing special, but no one dared to take your bench. You had a raggedy blanket that you stole from someone a while ago. A little bag with a few things of clothes you found that others had gotten rid of, and that was it.

You had heard of Mrs. Scrubitt's boardinghouse when you first arrived, but initially said no when Bleacher had came up to you. He came to your bench many times, and he eventually stopped insisting after many denials. After everything you had heard through the chain of the Galeries Gourmet, you were glad you hadn’t taken his offer though. At least there was a chance of something out here, better than being stuck in a laundry house for twenty-something years.

Nothing new ever happened in the Gourmet, the same Chocolate Cartel shooing everyone away, you had heard of one man getting through though. Willy Wonka, you had heard of his name. Apparently some magic chocolates? Even though the idea seems preposterous, you were intrigued. You, however, had heard from the gossip that his looks had caught the attention of many along the streets too. So, it apparently wasn’t only the chocolate that had gotten people interested.

Carefully hiding your apple, you started your walk towards the way of the Gourmet, wanting to investigate this new Wonka chocolate yourself.

“It’s certainly grand,” you say, as you walk into the store with the velvety magenta curtains, with a chocolate-looking tree as the centerpiece of the store, “I’m impressed.”

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around here,” a man with a can walked up to you, a top hat on his head, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

“My name is y/n, y/n l/n, I don’t hang around the Galerie Gourmet much, not really my place of adventure.” You muttered as you look at all of the hanging candy around you, children brushing past you, trying to reach for different sweets.

The man nods his head, as he takes in your appearance, “I get it, I lived on a boat for seven years. My name is Willy, Willy Wonka”

You were not expecting that, he lived on a boat for a while, this interesting looking man who owned this place. You tried to send a brief smile in his direction, “so you’re the one who I heard sent the chocolate-trio to jail, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wonka looked out the windows, to the places where the old chocolate stores resided in the Gourmet, now empty, as he quickly smirked, “well it had to be done, they were breaking the law, it was just a matter of time.”

You chuckled as you saw the man’s face beam towards a woman and small child who was excitingly grabbing a chocolate bar, “I have to go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” Wonka said as he smoothly strides over to another family to talk to them.

“Likewise,” you whispered as he was already gone. You felt awful, you wanted to try his chocolate, people here have talked ‘it’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted’ many have claimed, and now you wanted a bite. How do you steal from someone who seemed so nice?

The trick to being a pickpocket though, is not getting caught, and you’ve had your own share of the situation going both ways. You quickly grab a little wrapped chocolate and pretend to exam it, glancing to make sure no one else is watching, before quickly stuffing it in your pocket.

“Hey!” A voice yelled, you turned to see if anyone was there, and was met with a small, orange man? You had never seen anyone, if it was a human at all, like it.

“Lofty?” You heard Wonka yell as he came running towards the area your standing in. Bolting quickly, you dodge the running kids and chasing parents, as you try to weave your way to the exit. Just about as you were at the doors, a cane came in front of your middle, stopping your motions rather quickly, “and what do you think you’re doing?” Willy asked, you were close, so close.

“Nothing, I don’t know what that man was talking about, I don’t have anything I promise.” You say as you did a little circle to prove your innocence.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, as an audience formed around you two.

“I don’t know, I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Wonka, I assure you that.” You muttered, wishing everyone would ignore you two, you just wanted to try his chocolate.

“Come with me y/n, we can talk back here.” Wonka guided you towards a room in the back, something that looked like an office of sorts, “I know you took a piece of chocolate.” He sat down in his chair, prompting you to sit down on the one opposite the desk.

You felt defeated, you hadn’t ever actually gotten caught by someone, “I’m sorry.”

Willy quirked his brow as he stared at you across the desk, “so you admit it? Surprised, honestly, I didn’t think you would.”

At that you got upset, “listen I might’ve tried to take chocolate, but I’ve heard everyone talk. People say it’s the best chocolate they’ve ever had. I’ve only had apples or other stolen things to eat for a year and a half. The chocolate cartel knew me well, they would stop me at the door cause they knew I couldn’t pay for it. So do it, call the new chief of police, at least in jail I’ll have a bed.”

Willy stood and put his hands on the desk examining you, transferring his weight, “no.”

“I’m sorry, no?” You were shocked, he caught you stealing and isn’t going to call you in?

“No, there’s something about you. You intrigued me when I first saw you walk in. I’m not going to call the new chief of police. I’m actually going to give you twenty silver sovereigns.” Willy said as he opened the drawer with the money inside of it.

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised, there weren’t any other words to describe it. You were stealing from him, and now he was giving you money? What kind of man is this? Well…a cute one, but that’s besides the point.

“I can see your shock, my mom raised me well before she passed. If you want to steal a small piece of chocolate, you must be desperate, please take it.” Willy said handing you the sovereigns, a pink flush presenting high upon his cheeks.

“Of all the times to be caught,” you whispered, glancing up in time to seem him removing his coat and hat, “at least it was by someone nice.” A faint blush forming on your cheeks as well.

Willy smiled as he walked around in front of you, “I don’t want you sleeping wherever you are, you can work here, there’s an extra room, we could put a bed in there or something.”

“I can’t believe you’re offering me anything, you could’ve had me arrested.” You told him, examining his brunette curls framing his face for the first time.

“I was taught to help someone in need, and you seem like a good person, you just need a little help. No shame in that, I was caught by Scrubitt and Bleacher when I first arrived. I needed help too. Look at this place, I have more than enough sovereigns to help you out right now.” Willy whispered inching closer to you, as he held out his hand.

Your eyes welled up with tears, no one had been this kind to you in a while, “you have no clue how much this means to me.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay here until I know.” Wonka smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

Let’s just say, you never had to worry about sovereigns or spend another night on that bench ever again.

#wonka x reader #fanfic #timothée chalamet #willy wonka #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #i love him #he has my heart #the way he says chocolate itches my brain #chalamet wonka #willy wonka x reader

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 20 days

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continuation of this story that is still as yet untitled but has been labeled as #FreeRei in my notes app

The fact that Rei had nothing in the way of backpacks, bags, or even a purse due to her seemingly permanent residency at the hospital was both a blessing and a curse.

Navigating the ledge and tree back down to the ground with his mother in tow was a harrowing enough task without luggage complicating matters, though not quite as difficult as Dabi had assumed because apparently his mother was nimble as all hell.

"The hospital offers pilates classes." she told him as he helped her cross from the ledge to a large sturdy branch of the tree. "I go every day, I thought it would be smart to stay in good shape in case I got the chance to escape." she giggled airily. "I guess my instincts were right."

However she now had nothing to her name but the clothes on her back, meaning Dabi was going to have to steal her a bunch of new clothes and shit while trying to lay low and not draw attention to himself because he just kidnapped the number 1 hero's wife.

This is the stupidest thing you've ever done you soft piece of shit, she says a few nice words and you melt into a fucking puddle, pathetic.

Rei left the lump of pillows she had stashed under her bedcovers in place so Dabi knew they had at least until morning before she would be reported missing, enough time to drop into a 24hr corner store and grab a few essentials.

He zipped his collar up over his chin and pulled on his black cloth facemask and hood before going into the thankfully empty store, he wasn't sure if having a gently smiling older woman on his arm made him seem more or less suspicious with his face as hidden as it was. Though in the end it mattered little as long as he wasn't recognised as Dabi, Rei having last been seen with a mysterious masked figure wouldn't be very useful information to anyone trying to find her, but Rei being seen with a member of the League of Villains could cause trouble.

Especially since they had The World's Most Obvious Spy in their midst.

Keeping the bird around had seemed like a good idea at the time, they always knew where the Commission's eyes were, and could feed him information as tainted as what he gave to them, and seeing as he hadn't ratted out their location (after a few trial runs at various decrepit fake bases) his goal seemed to amount to more than simply capturing the League.

But Dabi couldn't guarantee the Commission wouldn't cut their losses on the whole infiltration thing if they found out the League was harbouring someone of such a high profile, there was every chance raising the stakes this way could jeopardise their tentative safety with their hero mole. He was going to have to keep Hawks at arm's length for a while.

"What colour?" he asked Rei as she browsed the shelves for a toothbrush, almost giddy in excitement over something as simple as shopping for toiletries.

"Colour?" Rei asked, peering at the boxes in Dabi's hand.

"White hair's too eye catching and recognisable, if you want to go out in public you'll have to hide it." He held up the two boxes. "Red or black? Forget about blonde or brown, the cheap stuff doesn't set well in our hair."

Rei tapped on the box of black dye. "This one, so we match!" she smiled.

Dabi felt a sudden flood of something warm in his chest before mentally slapping himself and putting the red dye back.

Keep it together for fuck's sake you're a god damn villain, you have literally murdered people.

He smoothly slipped a couple of chocolate bars into his pockets and some wrapped sandwiches into his coat before heading to the counter with the hair dye, a toothbrush, and a packet of cheap medical face masks.

Rei grabbed at the items. "Oh can I buy them? Please?"

Her childlike wonder and excitement pulled at something in Dabi's chest, once upon a time it was him tugging at her sleeve and asking to pay for their groceries like a grown up. He could feel heat gathering beneath his skin.

Fuck he stole so much from us.

Dabi may have risen from the grave to a life of chronic pain in a fragile immunocompromised body that was kept alive by virtue of artificial quirk induced fevers and spite, but it was a price paid for the freedom his death had granted him. Rei was not awarded that luxury, fit and healthy she may be but her life had been reduced to barely more than a small box for over a decade, Dabi didn't know how it hadn't driven her even more batshit insane than Endeavor had.

Well, she did run off with a wanted criminal, maybe them docs didn't fix her up as well as they thought they did.

"I... yeah, yeah sure." he passed her the items and the last of the money in his pocket. "I need to make a call, meet me outside alright? Don't take too long."

Shiggy was gonna fucking dust him if he showed up with a stranger out of the blue, he was going to have to call ahead with some warning.

Shit, he really hadn't thought this through, at all, the League's base was the only safe place he could possibly take Rei and it was filled with unhinged lunatics that would probably scare the poor woman to death.

Although she had been married to a complete monster for half her life, and had enough guts to escape with a villain at the first opportunity. Maybe she wasn't any more frail than she was sane.

Maybe he broke you but he broke me too, yet here I am, parading around in this shattered husk, pretending I belong anywhere but six feet under.

Dabi had worked hard to maintain his mysterious image, the man with no name or past, a ghost in the system. It was necessary, a requirement for his master plan to have any kind of satisfying impact. He'd maintained the act for this long by keeping people at arm's length, trust no one and no one can betray you.

All of that would come crashing down if his mother spent any more than five fucking minutes with Himiko Toga.

The last thing he wanted was to drag his entire lifetime's worth of baggage into the League's hideout in one condensed human sized package, but he'd already started digging this hole, there wasn't anywhere left to go but down.

He opened his phone and scrolled down to 'Crusty Bitch' in his contacts before pressing call.

"Do you have any fucking idea what time it is?" Shigaraki's groggy voice poured through the phone like sand through an hourglass, grainy and impatient.

"I need a favour." Dabi said, his voice a careful mask of apathy.

"...Holy fuck you must be in real deep shit if you're asking me for a favour." Shigaraki said, the venom in his voice leeching away in his surprise. "The fuck have you gotten yourself into?"

"Aw you almost sound worried about me, that's adorable." Dabi smirked.

"Fuck you. I'm hanging up, sort out your own mess." Shigaraki snapped, all venom returning in an instant.

"Wait shit hold on, I'm-" Dabi ran a nervous hand through his hair as he watched his mother chat idly with the cashier through the store window. "I'm bringing a... friend... to the base, they need a safe place to crash and I need everyone to not ask questions."

"...You're fucking joking right? We're not a hotel Dabi, you can't just-"

"Please."

The phone fell dead silent for an agonising moment, Dabi's head fell back as he squeezed his eyes closed in silent prayer to whatever god might listen.

"Okay, you can bring them to the base, but you're going to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on. If I don't like their story I'm dusting this friend of yours where they stand, got it?"

Dabi let out a relieved breath he hadn't realised he was holding. The threat was an empty one, or at least it would be when Shigaraki discovered that Dabi's 'friend' was just an innocent civilian woman escaping a domestic abuser. The man was deranged but even he had some sympathy for those let down and left behind by hero society, it was why he tolerated the absolute lunacy of the dysfunctional codependent family he'd managed to form around himself.

"Got it, see you in an hour, and..." Dabi paused and rubbed at his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. "And thank you, I owe you one."

"Ugh, don't thank me, you'll give me hives."

part 3 ~

#lula's mha brainrot #lula's fanfics #mha #dabi #touya todoroki #rei todoroki #mha fanfiction #my hero academia

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hopefulromantic1 · 1 year

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Law of Attraction - Continued...

Summary:

One year into their relationship Trent and y/n attend a wedding and tackle some milestones in their own relationship.

Warning: Fluff, Smut (18+)

Word Count: 8.5 K

Note: I loved this story so much I had to write a bit more for my favourite pairing. I hope you like it 💕

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“This colour looks awful on me,” you scoffed, turning in the mirror in a full length grey dress.

“That isn’t true, but yeah this probably isn’t the one,” Alana agreed in her own way, looking you over in the unimpressive semi-formal dress.

“I should just not go,” you groaned and turned around to face your best friend who promptly met you with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s your boyfriend’s brother’s wedding you have to go,” she reminded you for the millionth time amidst your shopping meltdown. You’d been trying to run away from the responsibility of attending for months now.

“Fine,” you sighed heavily and made your way back into the dressing room to change into another option. You liked Tyler and you were very happy for him that he was getting married but weddings made you cringe and a wedding with Trent’s entire family made you feel alarming levels of anxiety.

Alana gave you some encouraging words after another ill fitting dress and you two moved on to another store. It took another two stores and trying on several more dresses to finally settle on a dress you thought was suitable for the event.

The wedding was next weekend and you waited until the last minute to prepare because you’d been ignoring the reality of attending an all day event about romance and love with your boyfriend’s family for as long as possible. Trent kept reminding you but you kept putting it off until you couldn’t put it off anymore. After an exhausting day shopping you went straight home in hopes of taking a solid nap.

“Oh, hey,” you greeted the bare back of your boyfriend who was unexpectedly standing in front of the open fridge in your kitchen.

“Hey,” he turned his head over his shoulder to greet you before looking back into the fridge.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you furrowed your brows at his presence and put your shopping bag down at the door before walking into the kitchen.

“I was driving home and decided to come here instead,” he explained and closed the fridge after taking out your chocolate bar. You narrowed your eyes at him as he started to unwrap the candy. “Want some?” he gestured the freshly unwrapped bar toward you but took it back and took a bite before you could say anything.

“In case you didn't realise, this is my house and my snack,” you reminded him, walking over to him and holding his wrist to take a bite of the chocolate he stole from your fridge.

“Mi casa es tu casa,” he smirked, proud of himself for his little spanish line. You rolled your eyes at his cocky expression and blatant theft of your snacks while leaning back on the counter behind you.

“It would be tu casa es mi casa but go off mr. bilingual,” you giggled, unable to stay annoyed at his smugly proud expression for long. He wasn’t deterred by your correction, he just shrugged and took another bite of your chocolate, still satisfied with himself.

“How was your day?” he asked, “Did you get a dress?” he added, looking around you to see the showing bags on the floor.

“Yeah,” you nodded and leaned off the counter and moved to sit on the couch.

“You don’t seem enthusiastic,” he commented on your flat answer and followed you to the couch. You only shrugged, remaining evasive. He looked at you, studying your emotionless expression for a moment before shaking his head and dragging your legs across his lap.

“I love you but I can’t deal with you frowning the entire wedding day,” he outright told you. You flickered your eyes up to him, prepared to defend yourself but you took a look at his expression blatantly telling you he wasn’t going to entertain your attitude and sighed.

“I won’t be,” you grumbled.

“Are you sure? Because I already see you setting up to be bratty about it,” he slated you, playfully slapping your thigh. You dramatically rolled your eyes and folded your arms in defiance of his claim, inadvertently giving him proof of your tendency to be a brat. He chuckled at your pouty lips and leaned back on the couch.

“It’s going to be fun baby, probably really long but fun,” he reassured you, stroking your thigh with his free hand.

“You know how I get about these family events,” you pouted, partially admitting to your anxieties in a quieter tone.

“I know but I’ll be right there,” he gently squeezed your thigh, comforting you and taking another bite of the chocolate.

“Promise you won’t leave my side?” you looked up at his sharp side profile while he chewed on the chocolate. You asked lightly but you needed the assurance he’d be with you. He looked across at you and looked over your stoic expression but conflicting anxious eyes. He took a deep breath and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him until your thighs were across his lap and your head was resting on his shoulder.

“I’ll never leave you,” he promised with a kiss on your head, fading your worries with his truthful words. You nodded against his shoulder and nuzzled into him, letting him wrap his large arm around you and snuggle you into him.

The wedding weekend came and you Trent were on a road trip down to London for it. He suggested flying but you, in a burst of being in an environmentalist mood suggested you should save the planet and drive. Now that you were trapped in Trent’s car only half way into your journey you were regretting that suggestion.

“How much longer?” you whined, frowning in the passenger seat.

“Babe, the estimated time is right there on the GPS,” Trent told you to which you sighed. “Do you want to drive?” he asked, which earned a quick rejection from you.

“Nope, I’m the passenger princess,” you firmly told him.

“A very sour princess,” he shot at you. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his dimpled smile beside you. “Seeing as we have time, there is actually something I wanted to talk about,” Trent introduced his idea, glueing his eyes to the windscreen.

“What?” you casually asked, sticking your hand in the bag of chips you brought with you.

“So I was talking to Paul and he was telling me about some good prospects in Liverpool,” Trent tentatively began to speak, confusing you with who and what he was talking about.

“Who’s Paul?” you asked, putting another chip into your mouth.

“My real estate guy,” he explained, to which you nodded. You knew he owned property so you didn’t think much of it.

“Are you looking for a new property to rent out?” you asked him, picking up another chip.

“More like I’m looking at a place for us,” he glanced over at you and back at the windscreen. Your jaw slackened in surprise and you hand stuck with the chip centimetres from your mouth.

“Us?” you asked him, snapping back into function.

“Yeah…I mean I was thinking about it, we could get a place for us so we wouldn’t be back and forth between yours and mine,” he quickly rushed out his words. You turned to face the windscreen, resting your back against the seat and sinking back, taking in his words for a moment. “Paul suggested some places that are a relatively easy commute for you to work because I know you hate traffic,” he continued to talk about it, revealing just how much he and this Paul person had been discussing this topic. “We don’t have to go too big but I’d definitely need a gym and you’d need an office, oh and a game room because playing my play station in your living room just doesn’t hit the same,” he started to ramble about it, ignorant of your silence.

“Y/n?” he finally called your name, glancing over at your shell shocked expression.

“Umm…I’m sorry, I am stuck at the you want to move in together thing,” you sat up in your seat and turned your body toward him once more.

“Oh,” Trent breathed and kept his head straight, gripping the steering wheel with two hands.

“I mean, we haven’t even spoken about that before and you’re talking about game rooms and my commute,” you spoke baffled with the point Trent was at with this moving in together idea. Trent remained quiet, he chewed his lip and focused on the road ahead, avoiding responding to you. “What’s next ? Are you going to secretly cancel my birth control appointment?” you half joking, half truthfully asked. Trent sighed and shook his head at your dramatic extrapolation and relaxed his body.

“No, but I just think we’ve been together for a while and it would be convenient to live together,” he said his piece to which you narrowed your eyes.

“What’s wrong with how things are now?” you asked him, stubborn in your ways and not too keen on moving in together.

“Well for one, your place is not big enough for the two of us,” he firstly took a jab at you to which you rolled your eyes in criticism of your place. Your place was just fine, he just wanted to turn your flat into a man cave with his video games and put all your belongings at risk kicking about his football whenever he got a chance.

“You just don’t want to work with it, besides you have a key I think that’s a big step,” you bargained. Trent didn’t seem accepting of your bargain in the slightest.

“Babe, I can’t even fit a hoodie of mine in your closet, be for real,” he sassily countered you.

“Lies, tons of your hoodies are at my place,” you snapped back.

“You mean the ones you wear and you refuse to let me leave your place with?” he revealed the truth of your retort swiftly. You sunk back into your seat with a pout on your lips because he was right.

“Okay so maybe it is a bit small,” you sheepishly admitted under your breath.

“Exactly and I know you won’t want to move into my house,” he added to his argument.

“Definitely not,” you quickly agreed. You loved Trent’s family, they treated you better than your own family did if you were honest but that didn’t mean you wanted to live under their roof.

“So you see why looking for a place makes sense,” he concluded his argument, pushing his agenda. You looked up at him and picked back up your bag of chips.

“I guess,” you grumbled under your breath, your words muffled by the chips you shoved into your mouth. That was enough to please Trent though, he smiled and took a hand off the wheel and rested it on your thigh, giving your leg a thigh squeeze.

“When we come back home we can look at places,” he gently suggested. You looked up at him and nodded - giving him the sign of your agreement but not wanting to verbalise it. Saying the words would be agreeing to such a significant commitment. Sure you thought about you and Trent reaching this stage before but you never thought about the actuality of it happening. You just shrugged off the idea when Alana would ask you about if you ever thought about properly living with Trent. Now you wondered if she and Trent spoke about this before and that was why she planted the seed of the idea in your head. You rolled your eyes at the very likely possibility of that being true giving Trent and Alana’s friendship but you didn’t bother to ask Trent about it.

The rest of the drive you two spoke about more casual things, and you tried to not let yourself get into your head about the recently broached topic. This weekend was already going to require a lot of you - you didn’t need this added to your list.

When you got to the hotel you opened the room door, stepping in first as Trent spoke with the man who helped bring your luggage to the room. You took in the rose petal heart on the bed and the champagne bottle perched in ice accented by a tray of chocolate covered strawberries on the table and chuckled to yourself.

“Planned to surprise me with a proposal too?” you turned to Trent, after hearing him close the door. He looked over the romantic set up and then to you with a puzzled look on his sweet face. You smirked, picking up one of the strawberries from the plate and took a bite.

“No, I didn’t plan this,” he defended himself and came over to you.

“You sure, because you seem to be full of surprises of serious commitment today,” you teased, feeling slightly more light hearted about your conversation on the drive over here. He playfully shook his head and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his.

“You’re a pain, you know that?” he raises an eyebrow at you. You smiled and offered him a bite of your strawberry that he eagerly took.

“I know but you’re still obsessed with me so why should I change,” you smirked, putting down the stem and looking back up at him smugly.

“Obsessed?” he scoffed, trying to remain serious but his smile was pulling at his full lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing you were right.

“Uh-huh, what was it you were saying last night?” you taunted, tightening your arms around his neck, “Oh yeah fuck baby, you’re so tight, you’re the best, I can’t live without this,” you mocked his uninhibited expressions of praise he let slip in bed. Trent rolled his eyes with obvious annoyance at your teasing while you giggled.

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled, looking at you now.

“Oh you did and much much more,” you teased, “you were in a particularly chatty mood,” you continued to poke fun at him, adding a gentle physical poke in his side for emphasis. Trent pretended to be upset, shaking his head in annoyance but the pretence was obvious because he couldn’t hide his budding smile.

“You know what, maybe I don’t want to move in with you,” he said, letting go of you and sidestepping you to pick up a strawberry of his own.

“Fine with me,” you nonchalantly shrugged. He immediately snapped up to look at you with displeasure at your quick agreement to his threat. You giggled as he had the strawberry at his lips with his brows deep set with annoyance at your bluntness.

“Relax, I’m not saying no,” you relaxed your defiant game and pulled off your sweater with the intention of getting into the bed to relax.

“Are you saying yes?” Trent asked, pulling the half eaten strawberry from his lips.

“I’m not saying no,” you looked at him while pulling off your joggers. Trent could see in your eyes that was the best he was going to get from you so he accepted it as a win.

“Okay,” he nodded and watched you get into the bed. He knew it was a big ask, that’s why he hesitated so long to bring it up. He knew you’d be apprehensive so the fact you didn’t immediately shut him down gave him hope you would eventually agree.

“Come here,” you reached out your arms for him to join you in the bed. He nodded and quickly took off his clothes and climbed into the bed, crushing your body beneath his. “You’re crushing me,” you squeaked out, breathless from his weight on your body. He chuckled and pecked your lips before moving off your body to lie on your side. You still wanted to contact so you quickly nuzzled into his side to which he pulled you closer.

“If and it’s a big if, we move somewhere, can we get a really big bed?” you asked him, tightly snuggled into his side while he rubbed your arm. Trent smiled, pleased with your interest in potentially moving in together, and pulled you an inch closer.

“Sure, whatever you want,” he kissed your forehead. You left the topic at that and cosied into him for a short nap before the dinner that night.

“Time to get up baby,” Trent placed a pillow soft kiss to your sleeping face as the time for dinner neared. You groaned, pouting with closed sleepy eyes and turned away from him in the bed. He smiled and gently shook your body, softly telling you to get up. Eventually you sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tiredness.

“What time is it?” you groggily asked.

“6,” Trent answered you and got off the bed.

“6!,” you dropped your hands and widened your eyes at that realisation, “the dinner starts at 7!” you ripped the sheet off your body and jumped off the bed, “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” you asked him, walking past him toward the bathroom.

“You were tired,” he casually shrugged, remaining calm as he always did. You shook your head and rushed to the bathroom to start the rush to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” you asked him, glancing back at him lounging on the bed despite the time slipping away.

“We’ve got time,” he shrugged and continued to scroll on his phone. You ignored him and went back to trying to rush to get ready yourself. You learnt over the year you’d been together now that trying to rush him was like trying to move an elephant so you chose to leave him to his own devices. You reached the point of pulling on your dress and Trent was only just stepping out of the shower with his hair damp and the towel on his waist.

“Do you know what you’re going to wear?” you regrettably asked him because his answer sent up your blood pressure instantly.

“No,” he causally answered as if it wasn’t already 7 pm and time to go. You dramatically rolled your eyes and stepped over to where he was looking in his suitcase. Trent was terrible at planning and you really should have helped him pick outfits beforehand but you completely forgot about that because he was wearing a designated groomsmen suit tomorrow.

“Let me pick before you embarrass me,” you stepped in front of him and looked into his suitcase. He wasn’t annoyed, he was used to you being unimpressed with his fashion choices. You picked out something for him that fit your taste and gave it to him. He seemed to finally process that you two were late because he started to rush to get ready.

When you got there most people were already there which put most eyes on you when you walked in. Trent was holding your hand but you stepped closer into his side and gripped his hand as you stepped into the restaurant. You put on a smile and greeted everyone along with Trent and exchanged cordial compliments and brief questions on how everyone was before sitting besides Trent at the long table. He kept his promise and he stayed by your side which made the night much easier. You sat with his family which made Trent comfortable and by extension you comfortable. He heartily engaged in laughter and conversation so you followed suit. What you worried would be a long night actually went by quickly and positively.

When you got back to your room, you went straight to sit on the bed and pulled off your heels immediately. Trent was lagging behind a bit, he got held up in the hallway chatting with a family member of his who was staying in the same floor of your hotel. Despite your nap you were tired from social exhaustion and you just wanted to rest and relax. You’d been thinking about a bath in the lush hotel tub since you got here so you walked your bare feet to the bathtub and started to run the warm water before getting unready. By the time Trent came into the room you were stepping into the tub.

“Babe?” he called for you and you told him where you were. “Oh there you are,” he said, peering down at you sinking into the tub with his dress clothes still on.

“Stressed from the dinner?” he asked, coming to sit on the edge of the tub.

“No, I had fun, I just wanted to take a bath,” you looked up to him, and leaned your head back. “Want to join?” you asked, wafting the bubbles over your body. He smiled and nodded. He proceeded to stand and strip off his clothes. You shamelessly watched him undress, drinking him in - every line and every curve of his muscles, you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of this view. He got naked and gestured for you to move forward so he could get in behind you. You followed suit and he took his place behind you. You easily settled between his legs and rested your head on his chest. He rested his hands on your thighs under the water and kissed your shoulder.

“Trent,” you said his name softly, putting your hands over his under the water.

“Yes baby,” he quietly replied, placing a quick kiss to your neck before leaning his head back.

“Do you think moving in together is right for us?” you asked him timidly. The topic was playing on the back of your mind throughout the dinner. Trent didn’t respond right away, you didn’t look but you knew he was biting his lip and thinking about what to say to you.

“Yes, I do,” he simply answered after a long pause.

“Oh,” you breathed and continued to play with his fingers.

“Do you not think so?” he asked after you failed to continue after your initial response.

“I guess we do spend a lot of time together,” you started to think out loud. Trent hummed in response, agreeing with you. “And my place is a bit small,” you bit your lip as you continued to contemplate it.

“True,” Trent gently encouraged you to continue.

“But that is a really big step,” you added, making Trent sigh. “I…I just don’t want to do something like that unless this is forever,” you more quietly admitted your feelings toward the plan.

Trent didn’t say anything right away, he turned his hands to lace his fingers with yours under the water and pressed his lips to the skin of your shoulder filling the room with silence. You felt him take a breath against your skin and he let go of your hands, using his to move you slightly to the side so he could see your face. You rested your head against his chest and looked up at him. He lifted his hand to stroke your cheek and flickered over your eyes before giving you a tender kiss to your lips.

“You are my forever y/n, I can’t imagine life without you anymore,” he lovingly said to you, looking into your soul with his melting brown eyes. You gazed back into his eyes and a wave of emotion hit you at his words. You couldn’t stop the wetness that filled your eyes or the bubble of budding tears in your throat. “Are you okay?” Trent asked, noticing you welling up in tears. You sniffled and swiftly nodded. You shifted your body to hide your face from him once more and rested against him. You leaned against him and took his hands in yours once more.

“I think moving in together is a good idea, I want to look at the places when we get back,” you tried to keep the tone of your voice relaxed but it was hard against the swell in your throat. Trent smiled at the fact that you two were on the same page and settled into the tub, pulling you against him as he rested against the wall of the tub.

The following morning you woke up first to Trent’s loud alarm and forced him awake because he had to meet with Tyler and the other groomsmen to get ready. When he finally woke up and went to get ready you snuggled back into the bed and dozed back off to sleep. Trent came over to you and kissed your cheek before leaving the room.

About an hour later you woke up to the sound of knocking at the door. You threw the hotel sheets off your body and got up to answer the door. You checked the peephole first and furrowed your brows at the person on the other side. When you opened it one of the hotel staff was standing holding a bouquet of flowers in their hand.

“Good morning, these are you for you,” they smiled at you and gestured the flowers toward you. You politely thanked them and closed the door thinking it must have been a hotel thing until you saw the little card attached.

Can’t wait for the day it’s our wedding baby - Trent

You rolled your eyes at how corny he was being but you couldn’t deny the flutter of butterflies in your belly. He was corny but you loved him more than you could describe and despite time passing in your relationship the giddiness you felt about him only grew rather than dissipated. You took a photo of the flowers and sent him a thank you before going to get ready yourself to attend the wedding.

When you got to the venue your nerves kicked into high gear because you weren’t with Trent. He was with his family and you had to wait until the ceremony started to actually see him. You recognised a lot of people but you didn’t feel like you knew them well enough to strike up a conversation without Trent there so you instead took your seat and waited silently.

“Y/n right?” an older woman sat beside you and asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, and turned to her, taking a moment to recognise who she was among the many new faces you met at the dinner the night before.

“I’m Trent’s grandmother,” she kindly but unnecessarily reintroduced herself.

“Yes, we met last night,” you politely replied, “You look lovely,” you added to which she smiled.

“So do you dear, you know when I asked Dianne about the boys and she said Trent had a girlfriend I was worried she’d be a bit of an airhead,” his grandmother began and worried you with the line of conversation, “but you’re not, he’s certainly chosen well,” she turned the conversation to compliment you.

“Oh,” you breathed, too nervous to continue.

“I’ve got a good eye for love, I always knew Tyler and Liv would work out and I know you and Trent will too,” she smiled and upped your nerves. You opened your mouth to speak but didn’t have the words, “I don’t know when we’ll meet again so I wanted to tell you I wish you two the best,” she said and laid her hand over yours on your thigh and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Thank you,” you thanked her, that being the only thing you could think to say. She smiled, a warm smile and let go of her grip on your hand.

“Don’t wait too long for my great grandbabies now, I’m not getting any younger,” she winked and tapped your hand before getting up. Your eyes winded and she chuckled at your surprised expression before walking away. You took a breath and settled back into your seat, happy with her approval but hopefully no one else would approach you.

Fortunately the wedding started and you grinned seeing how handsome Trent looked walking down the aisle. You didn’t even notice anyone around him, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. When he got to the altar his eyes scanned the seating for you, once your eyes met his smile brightened and he winked at you. His acknowledgement sent your heart soaring. Once again he made your heart pound in your chest with the butterflies. Time was only growing rather than dulling your love for him.

The wedding ceremony went on and it was beautiful and although Tyler and Liv were the centre of the event you couldn’t help but look at Trent every chance you got. A smile permanent on your lips as you watched him try his best to stand still in the suit he was definitely uncomfortable in. He looked very handsome but you knew this wasn’t his style. He’d show up in sweats if you gave him the chance. The sun shun through the glass behind the altar and hit Trent’s brown eyes making them shimmer and making you sigh with adoration. You only snapped back into yourself and away from staring at him when the crowd cheered for the newly married couple. You quickly jumped to your feet to applaud with everyone else and refocused on the event rather than the love of your life.

Another long period of waiting for Trent came after that. He was off taking photos and you were abusing the cocktail foods impatiently waiting for him now. You weren’t a dependent person but for Trent you were. He didn’t ask you to be but it was hard not to need him when so much of you was him now. You were so accustomed to life with him. You took another sip of the drink in your hand and decided you had to force yourself to socialise until it was time for the reception and ultimately time to reunite with Trent.

You did alright, you spoke with some of his cousins and some other guests adding your praising thoughts of the ceremony and the happy couple. It was more comfortable than you initially imagined and you didn’t feel so out of place the more you got into conversation. Despite the unexpected ease of conversation with essential strangers you were still eager when you were told it was time for the reception.

When Trent came in you impatiently waited for him to greet the people he hadn’t had a chance to before he made his way over to you. You watched him at first not wanting to intrude on his rounds but he was taking forever so you went to the bar and got another drink in the meantime. While standing near the bar you felt a pair of familiar strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Hello beautiful,” he kissed your cheek and let go to come over and face you. You smiled up at him and stepped closer, closing the gap between your bodies.

“Hi…speaking of beautiful,” you said, tugging on the collar of his jacket, “you look amazing,” you looked up to his eyes and smiling face.

“Thank you, you look incredible. I wanted to come over to you so badly earlier,” he admitted, making you giggle.

“That’s sweet but you got to stop with the lovey dovey,” you lightly tapped his chest.

“I’ve been with you for 2 minutes,” he defended himself.

“The flowers this morning?” you asked him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Okay fine, the whole wedding thing has me in a romantic mood,” he slipped his hands around your waist and for a moment looking up into his face you forgot you were in a room full of people. You cleared your throat and stepped back once you came to the realisation.

“No more mushy stuff,” you reiterated and put your hand in his and pulled him away from that area.

The reception was fun, Trent made a speech that you whipped out your phone to film because you needed evidence to tease him with for eternity. When it was time to dance you had to force Trent on the floor but you quickly regretted it because he was stiff as usual. All your time together and you still couldn’t teach the boy any rhythm.

It was still fun though, he was happy and so were you. All your preconceived anxiety provoking notions of the wedding day were disproven by how relaxed you actually felt. Especially with Trent beside you. In fact you were feeling what he felt, the wedding energy made you feel more in love than usual. Something about the romantic songs, the soft decorations, the gentle lighting and being with him made you feel more enamoured than ever.

“I really love you,” you let slip, sliding your arms around his neck as he held your waist on the dance floor. He smiled, making you fall more in love with him.

“I really love you, in fact I love you more,” he made you roll your eyes with his silly corniness.

“We are not doing this who loves who more thing,” you quickly rejected that type of sickeningly sweet banter. Trent chuckled and pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss to your cheek in the process.

You were one of the last to leave the wedding, staying back to talk with people at Trent’s sides even after the bride and groom left. When you finally got back to your hotel you were spent. You dropped down on the bed and ripped off your heels, throwing them carelessly in a corner and then trying to attack the zipper of your dress.

“Come here,” Trent pulled you by the arm toward him and took the zipper on the back of your dress in his own hands, easily sliding it down your back.

“Thanks,” you mumbled and slipped out of the dress.

“I don’t know how you lived without me,” he tapped your butt and went on to take off his suit jacket.

“Don’t act like you didn’t meet me as an independent woman,” you reminded him, turning to face him now standing in your underwear. He started to undo the buttons on his dress shirt and looked up at you with humour in his eyes.

“I met you as a grumpy cold hearted woman,” he smirked, reaching the last buttons and letting the shirt fall open on his chest. You rolled your eyes but gravitated toward him and moved to stand between his spread legs.

“Not true,” you grumbled and pouted.

“Very true, you didn’t even want me to hold your hand,” he reminded you and took both of your hands in his. You looked down at him with his open button down shirt that floated over his golden skin and forgot what you were thinking for a moment.

“Holding hands is intimate,” you reminded him of your stance, fighting back your smile. He chuckled, making it harder for you to stay straight faced.

“So I should count my blessings that you let me hold your hand now?” he asked with a raised brow and playful smile on his lips.

“Yes, lucky for you I kind of like you,” you smiled, giving into your body's need to straddled his hips. You bit your lip feeling the cold metal of his belt buckle against your panties.

“Kind of?” he asked, moving his hands to support your waist in his lap.

“Kind of…some days I don’t like you at all but some I really like you,” you put both of your hands in the back of his hair and stroked below his ears with your thumbs.

“So how do you feel about me right now ?” He asked, sliding his hands up your back and under the clasp of your bra.

“Right now…,” you prolonged your answer a bit, playing with his hair before looking back into his eyes, “Right now, I like you a lot,” you smiled and he instantly mirrored your expression.

“Good, because I really like you too,” he responded, pulling your body to him and kissing you. The kiss hardly had time to evolve. Your lips together quickly sped to hungry, desperate and fervent synchronised movement. His lips left yours with a gentle pull of your bottom lip between his teeth before he moved down to kiss your neck. You leaned your head back with a satisfied hum, giving him the space to nip and kiss at your neck. You rolled your hips against him, pressing your core against his dress pants and earning a deep rumble from his chest.

He kissed down your chest, finally unsnapping your bra and cradling your breast in his hands once he got them free. You leaned back in his arms for him, giving him the freedom to play with your hard nipples. His fixed on your breast, he toyed with your nipples between his fingers before holding you by your back and entrapping your nipple between his pillow soft lips. He licked and sucked at them, giving both keen attention and turning you on more and more with each flicker of his tongue over the sensitive nubs.

Unexpectedly he stood up with you in his lap and spun you to rest you down on the bed. He crawled over your body, trapping you under him before you had time to process your new position. You pressed your hands against his broad chest as he pulled off the sleeves of his dress shirt, tracing around his chest and guiding your hands down the soft skin that overlaid his firm muscles. You ran out of patience quickly and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. He obliged, giving into your kiss and letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. He trailed his big along the sides of your body while you kissed him. His hands eventually found your panties and his deft and practised hands peeled them off your body with ease.

He pulled his lips from your kiss and moved down your body once more, his lips trailing down the valley between your breasts while his fingers found your core. You jolted at the touch, arched your back at his touch. He shushed you against your skin, signalling you to be calm as he slid his thumb between your wet folds and found your clit.

You hummed at his touch, relaxing as he circled the nub. He continued to work his way down your body, gently spitting on your clit when his lips hovered over your core. He was gentle and slow with his light licks against your clit. You could feel how tender he was being but you just wanted him inside of you, you couldn’t wait.

“I want your cock baby,” you boldly told him in a whispered tone. He looked up at you from his position between your legs with a lift of his brow. “Please,” you breathed, locking eyes with him. He nodded and quickly moved to get out of his dress pants. He struggled a bit, making you giggle as you saw him thinking he could pull them straight off like his usual joggers. He went for the button and zipper instead and finally got out of the sleek trousers and his boxers in one go. He slotted himself back between your legs and you pulled his face to yours once more, pecking his lips and asking him for what you wanted: him.

You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of the pleasurable stretch of his cocky sliding into your body. It always made your pores raise and your breath catch in your throat. You’d been in this position countless times but it never disappointed. The sex only got better, the more he knew your body and the more he could read you the better it got. You were in love with his heart but you were also definitely in love with the dick. You giggled to yourself, thinking about it and inadvertently grabbing Trent’s attention.

“What?” he asked, pausing his crescendo of luscious strokes into your body.

“Nothing,” you tried to brush it off and wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to move. He looked at you expecting more of an answer.

“I was just thinking about how much I love to have sex with you,” you casually told him. He smiled and chuckled himself. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss before pulling your legs from around his hips and pressed them back.

“You may have been cold hearted but you always were horny like a bunny,” he poked fun at you. Your responding scoff was swallowed by your giggles. It was impossible to truly be offended when looking at his amused face.

"Just shut up and fuck me,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Trent chuckled but followed your instruction and did just that. He gave you exactly what you needed, making you moaning, squirm and quiver for him adding to the abundance of times he made you ascend out of your body to bliss.

When it was time to drive back to Liverpool Trent forced you to drive part of the way. He took his passenger princess role very seriously. He leaned back in his chair, he pulled out his snacks and he directed the music. He was soaking in every moment of getting to be the chauffeured rather than the chauffeur. He chomped loudly on your potato chip snack and you side eyed him harshly when you stopped at a red light.

“What?” he asked with his mouth full.

“You could at least share,” you snarked. He smiled and picked out a chip and pushed it to your lip. You reactively pulled back at his force but snatched the chip from him.

“What? I’m sharing,” he gave you a cheeky smile at your obvious attitude at his action and chomped on another chip. You rolled your eyes, putting the chip in your mouth and driving off at the green light.

“Next time we fly so I don’t have to spend as much time trapped with you in this car,” you sassed. He only laughed and shook his head.

“We’re bonding,” he slapped his heavy hand on your thigh a couple times.

“I prefer to bond when I’m not driving,” you bitterly told him. He smiled and squeezed your leg.

“I love you, but I’m not driving more than my share, we made a deal,” he reminded you to which you groaned. You made this deal when you were in a post orgasmic haze and he could get you to agree to anything. He was smart, he knew what he was doing when he suggested the arrangement at that time. He smirked leaning back in his seat, knowing he had you with that. You sighed and gripped the wheel, dropping your shoulders and mentally cursing yourself for falling for his favourite trap. He always did that when he wanted something from you he knew you’d give trouble over. He’d fuck you mindless and then whisper in your ear while you seeing stars about whatever the request was. You’d always said yes, you were much more amenable when high off his touch. You’d think after a year of being his girlfriend you’d know better but he was still if not more capable of sending you into orbit from sex so you didn’t think you’d find the strength to be difficult in those moments any time soon.

Fortunately, Trent did eventually take over the driving and by the time you got back to your apartment you both opted for spending the rest of the evening relaxing in bed until it was time for bed.

The following morning you had work, you left Trent asleep in your bed and went into the office. You busied yourself with your work as usual but when you checked your email before lunch you were surprised to see one from Trent. You didn’t even know he had your email address so you were curious to see what he had to email you. When you opened it you saw a forwarded email from Paul, his real estate agent with multiple properties listed.

We can go to whichever ones you want Trent added to the message which surprisingly you smiled at. You didn’t even leave your desk for lunch like you originally planned, you spent the time looking at all the houses Trent sent to you.

A week later and you were spending your day house hunting with Trent. Honestly, at first you were excited. Who wouldn’t want to go around looking at nice houses and go on tours. You were in a very good mood until you were walking around the first house and Paul said something that snapped you into realisation.

“This is a good place if you want to start a family as well, family friendly neighbourhood,” he casually said while walking you two through the house. All of a sudden you realised you were not here pretending you were on the home network. You were planning to move into a house with Trent. You and Trent. You and Trent together. Your house with Trent. Potentially your and Trent’s future little family’s house. The panic hit you like a truck and you had to grab the back of the kitchen bar stool for support. You felt cold as the blood left your body and the sound of Trent speaking with Paul dissipated to a buzz in the background. Were you ready to make this kind of step? Trent glanced at you, noticing your silence and his face fell when he saw you frozen in place, your racing thoughts obvious on your face.

“Um, could you give us a minute,” Trent said to Paul who politely and swiftly agreed, moving to another room. “Y/n are you okay?” Trent came over to you, becoming more worried when you looked up at him.

“I umm…,” you started to stumble on your words so you took a breath and calmed yourself. “This is a bigger deal than I originally thought,” you quietly told him, dropping your head to avoid seeing the expected disappointment on his face. Trent sighed and he stepped toward you. You thought he would be annoyed but he pulled you into him and embraced you tightly until you relaxed in his arms.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked you with your body still pressed against him. You sighed against his chest and pulled away.

“No..,” you said, pressing your hands against his chest and separating your bodies, “This is a big step but I’m ready,” you reassured him and yourself. He looked at you unconvinced but you put your hand in his and laced your fingers in his, “maybe not this house though, this kitchen is a hard no from me,” you told him, waving a finger over the kitchen space. Trent chuckled and squeezed your hand gently.

“Okay, we can keep looking,” he smiled at you and kissed your temple before pulling you toward the other room where Paul was.

It took a while for you two to find a place you both liked. Well mostly that you liked, Trent didn’t have many requirements so once you were happy he was happy. You actually had a lot of excitement about the place after picking one but that excited was exchanged for stress whenever you tried to do things for the new house with Trent.

“What about this?” he asked, taking a seat on a display couch.

“Absolutely not,” you dismissed him and walked past the couch, moving on to something else.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Trent asked, looking back to you now that you’d moved past the couch.

“What’s right with it is the question,” you said while looking at the material on another couch. Trent got off the couch in a huff and came over to you.

“You hate everything I like,” he poked you in the sides as he came behind you, making you jolt upright.

“Interior decorating clearly isn’t your thing,” you said, turning to him.

“You never trust me,” he rolled his eyes and grumbled.

“I trust you, just not with design,” you pocked his chest , and smiled at him. He wasn’t pleased, he gave you a sassy unimpressed look and moved on to look at some other furniture.

After some more browsing you went back to your place needing a break from the busy day of shopping you had. You sat on the couch, pulling your legs under you and opening your sour patch kids snack. Trent came and sat with you, pushing his hand into your snack unannounced which made you slap his wrist. He still took some and winked at you while he popped it into his mouth.

“Sharing is caring,” he said as he chewed your snack.

“Who said I care?” you moved your snack further from him and picked out some of it to eat.

“You’re going to have to learn to share when we move in together officially,” he leaned back on the couch and put his arms on the back rest. You made a scowling face at that.

“Not my snacks,” you shook your head in disapproval of his idea. He chuckled and put one of his outstretched arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him easily with his strength.

“Love is supposed to be unselfish,” he taunted you, as you threw your legs across his lap. You giggled at his taunt, far from hurt by his words.

“I’ll remember to use that one on you next time you say you can’t be disturbed during your gaming time,” you put back to him. His face fell in return, confirmation you had the upper hand once more.

“Have I told you recently that I love you?” he quickly changed his tune, cowering before you started to call him out on his actions. He pulled you closer, further trying to distract you. You laughed and put down your snack before leaning on his chest.

“Yes, but I don’t get tired of hearing it,” you said, snuggling into his body. He kissed your head and wrapped his arms around your body in return.

“Well I do love you and I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you,” he tenderly stroked your back. You lifted your head from his chest and looked up to him before speaking.

“Me too Trent, I know this is going to be a good thing,” you said to him, “even if it means I have to share my snacks,” you added with a smile to which he returned. He pressed his lips to yours in an innocent kiss before pulling you back to him to lean on his chest and take in his warmth.

You were definitely nervous about taking such a big step in your relationship but you knew in your heart Trent was the one so you felt peace about it. There was no one for you like him and although you were nervous about the future you were sure about him. Once you were with him, that’s all that mattered.

thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this addition part to LOA! 💕

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #Trent Alexander Arnold fluff

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toasttt11 · 3 months

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my au’s favorites and facts

carter hughes

favorites

loves sushi and pasta the most

coffee but more so iced coffee

strawberry blueberry spinach peanut butter smoothies

loves maple and chocolate donut bars

kangaroos and dogs

favorite season is winter

favorite flowers has always been tulips

any shade of green is her favorite

hiking, loves finding new places to hike especially with Connor

facts

always had red nails, secretly for her brother jack

whenever she does wear makeup almost always wears a red lip

loves rings and a lot of them are meaningful from friends and family

she dresses up a lot for hockey and she doesn’t really mind it but she would rather be in a hoodie she stole from her brothers or boyfriend

enjoys just sitting down on the sand at the beach watching the waves crash

has really curly hair but hates doing it so her hair always ends up into a messy bun or braid

has to have a heated blanket

definitely a silver jewelry person

has always gotten really bad migraines and headaches

allergic to coconut

she loves reading and ended up making quinn start reading more, now they end up reading the same book together

has a few screws and a metal plate around her cheekbone from when it got broken

doesn’t really have a movie or show that’s her favorite as she usally would choose to read or sleep instead

charlotte hughes

favorites

loves the french toast her dad makes

cookies her nana always makes her

if her dad cooks, it’s automatically one of her favorite things to eat

loves carmel frappe from all the times her dad gets coffee before games and she got a frappe

has a orange tree in her back year so loves anything orange

really enjoys macarons

favorite seasons are winter and summer

favorite flowers are blue bells

favorite color is blue

loves german shepherds

facts

arts and crafts is hobby outside of hockey

enjoys making things to give to others

always has a hair ribbons in her hair, especially on game days she has her hair in braid and a ribbon at the end

always will have spa nights with her dad

quinn and elias end up coaching the Canucks together when their kids join the team

luke has always been her best friend and they end up getting play a little bit together in the NHL

plays with her uncle jack’s number when she joins the NHL

begged for her dad to get her a dog and after a few years she got a german shepherd for christmas, the dog became her all time best friend for the next 15 years

loves sitting in her backyard with her dad stragazing together

loves making her own earrings and loves any type of jewelry

she’s always watching new shows and movies with her dad, doesn’t really have a favorite

vera hischer

favorites

favorite meal is definitely spaghetti and garlic bread

anything her moms cooks her

loves swish chocolate

brownies are her for sure her favorite dessert especially the ones nico makes her

favorite season is spring especially when she is home

favorite flowers are alpine flowers that grow in switzerland

her favorite color is yellow

dogs has always been her favorite animal

facts

loves her two dogs as her own children, also was very interested in greek mythology when she was younger hence their names aries and apollo

played a few seasons of hockey when she was younger and was an incredible player but figure skating is her passion

helped a lot in teaching Jack how to cook, something Luke is very grateful for

enjoys designing clothes, so started making her own athletic wear when she was young and it became a huge hit, she made her own clothing line

loves LA, it became another part of home especially with the friends she made there

a gold jewelry person only

she loves the cold and but usually is always very cold so always wearing sweaters

is a really good cook and baker

enjoys getting her nails especially since she can’t have anything but nude during competitions

always ends up watching the sad dog movies and cuddling her dogs crying

alexandria zegras

favorites

a bit of a picky eater, well more of someone who doesn’t like a lot of foods, sticks to mostly pasta, veggies and meat

loves chocolate chip pancakes

hot chocolate or chocolate milk

favorite season is absolutely summer

favorite flowers are sunflowers

her favorite color is red

photography has always been a favorite of hers

criminal minds is her favorite show

facts

if she could she would have chocolate in every meal

her favorite place to be is at the lake house with everyone she cares for

doesn’t like to drive and would honestly rather be the passenger princess always, something Rutger is more than happy to do

gets cold really easily unless she is playing hockey so she does not like winters, even though she’s from Bedford

tends to give nicknames to everyone she knows

is a big morning person and loves to start the day with a run, something quinn will always join her in the summer

a very great photographer since a young age and has been very passionate about photography

has a small scar through her eyebrow from a hockey accident when she was young

more of a gold jewelry person but sometimes will wear silver

kensington hughes

favorites

Açaí bowls!

absolutely loves cookies, basically any flavor

matcha! anytime of matcha is her favorite

benignets are one her favorite treats

favorite sweet is ice cream!

favorite season is fall and summer

favorite flowers are marigolds

she loves ever colors but pink is her absolute favorite

plants, she always has plants

loves every type of animal

she’s always watching new shows and movies with Will, Gabe and Ryan, her favorite movie ever is the Disney movie Bolt

facts

without a doubt she always has some type of headphones on her to listen to music

loves all animals and if she could would have a house full

she’s always loved jelly cats making most of her family and friends always get her new jelly cat stuffed animals

loves clothes and fashion and enjoys having bright colors in her outfits

is actually really smart and has a pretty easy time in school

has a very very curved hockey stick

always has a tiny braid in her hair for games and important days

is very picky about how her tea is made and doesn’t really like anyone making it but will ask Will to make it because he makes it the best out of anyone

allergic to walnuts

loves anything nature and has a lot of plants in her apartment and some at her parents house that her mom loves to take care of

definitely doesn’t care if her jewelry is gold or silver

is a big sweets person

octavia hughes

favorites

a good piece of toast

baked goods, especially ones her mother made

pumpkin pancakes in the fall

strawberry cupcakes

would literally drink coffee only if she could, doesn’t care what type of coffee just wants coffee

chocolate covered strawberries are her favorite dessert

her favorite season is winter

favorite flowers are roses specifically octavia roses

favorite color is any shade of purple

favorite show is the 100 and has rewatched it many times, favorite movie is mazer runner or hunger games

facts

is a really great artist especially with paints

comes off colder and sassy to most but has a very big soft spot for her family and the ones she cares for

always loved leather jackets and most of the time is always wearing one

learning slovak so she can talk to Simon more

has always loved the moon since she was baby, and eventually got the moon cycles tattooed onto her

she was named after her mothers favorite flowers, octavia roses

her name also means eight, she was born eight minutes before Luke, hence why she plays with the number 8

genuinely doesn’t care for her fashion besides her leather jackets and sneakers

has always wanted a long hair dachshund puppy

not the biggest jewelry person but if she wears any she likes silver

clementine bedard

favorites

tea specifically peppermint tea

peppermint candys

mac and cheese

loves all seasons as long as she is near the beach

sunglasses! always wearing them

loves her moms homemade cinnamon rolls

favorite flower are daisies

favorite colors are red and black

favorite animals are cheetahs

favorite show or movie to watch is probably anything on netflix

facts

has a peppermint candy before ever game

if she could she would live on mac and cheese and peppermint tea

always wear her sea star necklace she never takes off, a gift from her siblings

she’s a great surfer and could of competed if she didn’t go to the NHL

always has her hair in two braids for games

the only active player in the NHL with a no curve blade

she tapes her elbow before ever practice, workout and game not feeling comfortable without it

a really big formula one fan

she has a few screws left in her elbow after her two surgeries, the rest of the screws and plates were removed

she’s a big trinket collector, loves collecting little trinkets from all diffent places

allergic to peanuts

maddox hughes

favorites

black coffee.

simple flavored macroons

fettuccine alfredo specially his moms

avocado toast

favorite color is olive green

favorite season is winter

has always loved violet flowers

the arctic monkeys is all time favorite band

the snow and rain is his favorite, amy cold weather he is happy

facts

loves fixing up old cars and has many old cars he’s fixed up

a really big reader and always has a book with him

cat person doesn’t really like dogs

absolutely despises waking up early would happy sleep all day

not a big sweets person, very slight sweet things he’s okay with

he didn’t like living in tampa bay hating how hot it is and how much sun there is

has reading glasses from how much he strained his eyes from reading all the time

has always been very tall and it wasn’t that surprising when he was the tallest out of the family by inches

has had a best friend since they moved to toronto named sophia, and they have always been platonic soulmates

grey thompson

favorites

breakfast food! loves all breakfast foods especially waffles

fruits has always a been her favorite foods

chocolate covered strawberries

banna bread her dad’s recipe

hamburgers

crêpes from monaco

sunny weather

summer is her favorite season

magnolias are her favorite flowers

blues are her favorite colors

facts

never liked playing hockey but she can still skate really well and always enjoys watching hockey

hates fish, as she is allergic to most fish

always is wearing her set of rings and two necklaces that are very important to her

use to ride horses when she was younger in competitions

likes to be very organized especially with how much she travels

loves animals but knows her lifestyle isn’t good for one

whenever she is away from luke she always sleeps in his hoodie

loves to design new designs for her race helmets she always has something for her brother on her helmet no matter what

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Random fic that went through my head when this song came on

Past steve x reader

Eddie x reader

never proofread

~~~

Steve may have been the king, but he was never good at relationships. He had Nancy on his arm for years and somehow wasn't good enough to keep her around. Steve had no idea how to be better for her because she never asked for anything.

After they broke up, he met Y/N. A very sweet and bubbly girl. A smile always on her face and a helping hand. But she also was Nancy's ex-friend. Some fight between them left their friendship in the past. Steve thought if he moved on to Y/N, Nancy would have to notice.

So Steve used Y/N's kindness for his own selfish reasons. Stringing the girl along, kissing her hard when Nancy would look over. Bringing Y/N to all the places he knew Nancy would run into them.

But Y/N began to notice he never showed her love. She loved flowers, and he never thought to buy her any. She'd buy him flowers for every month they were together, but received nothing in return.

She was one year behind Steve, he already graduated and went to prom. But her senior prom was coming up and she wanted nothing more than Steve to ask her. But she had a feeling since it wasn't his prom, he wouldn't bother to ask. So she swallowed her dream of being asked to prom and asked him herself.

Even though he said yes, her prom wasn't anything that she dreamed of. He didn't bring her flowers, match her dress, and refused to dance during the whole thing. She broke it off with him that night.

During the summer she worked at the ice cream shop with Robin. Steve left to work at the video store, so she took the open spot.

That's where she met Eddie, the boy who stole her heart instantly when he ordered four different flavors on one single cone.

They talked over the summer, Steve far away in the past as she moved on to the hyper boy who tried every single flavor in the shop. Every day adding another scoop, wanting to see how much the cone could handle before it all fell over.

Once the school year started, she attend college nearby as he went through senior year, again. She was back to being happy.

Steve watched their relationship from the sidelines. He didn't think she meant much to him, that their breakup would be something he could easily brush off. But Eddie was a painful reminder Steve could not have been more wrong.

Steve couldn't help but realize how sweet and giving she was. She'd buy Steve flowers and his favorite candy just because. But watching as she handed Eddie a chocolate bar and a kiss on his nose as she sat in his van, hurt Steve more than he thought it would. The way Eddie's face lit up as he took the gifts. Never once shrugging her off or looking ashamed.

Steve struggled with his pride. Accepting "girly" gifts was a blow to his ego. But it didn't seem like Eddie had that problem.

~~~

Steve watched as Eddie pulled flowers from behind his back, Y/N squealing in excitement once her eyes met the assortment of colors. The way she laughed and threw her arms around Eddie. He smiled as hugged her back. The flowers were still in his grip. Her hands excitedly took the flowers in her hands, nose-diving in to smell the roses.

He's never seen her smile that big with him before. She always expressed her love for flowers, but Steve never cared enough. Now he wished he did. He wished he took the time to treat her the way she deserved.

~~~

Weeks and weeks of running into the couple were driving Steve mad. It was like he couldn't escape them and all he saw was everything Steve should have done when he was her man.

To busy his mind he ran back to Nancy. Falling into the comfort of something he already knew.

~~~

It was prom once again, Nancy volunteered to help so she dragged Steve along. Steve watched all the couples dancing and drinking punch.

Steve worked the punch table as Nancy worked the food table on the other side. So he was stuck here with no one to talk to.

"Hi stranger," Y/N smiled, reaching to grab two cups of punch.

Her smile felt like salt in the wound. A skull ring rested on her finger, and he knew exactly who it belonged to. He had no reason to be so aggressive but he couldn't help but let some words slip.

"Really? Prom?" He scoffed, eyeing her beautiful dress and perfect hair.

"You are here too." She pointed out

"Yeah working, not the date to a loser that can't graduate" Steve argued back.

"He's not a loser. He's a gentleman and knows how to treat a girl. Something you'll never know how to do. And you are only here to get in Nancy's dress, you are so see-through." She snapped, rolling her eyes as she felt the annoyance filling her body.

"Oh baby, don't be so jealous." He smirked, leaning forward on the table, closer to her.

She felt herself laughing. Her hands were occupied with the punch as she leaned closer to him as well.

"Jealous? Of what? A boy that can't ever show his love for anyone but himself?" She spat at him, her eyes dark as she glared over him.

"Enjoy prom with your freak," Steve said through his clenched teeth.

"At least this time, I'll get to dance at prom." She smiled bitterly, happily walking towards Eddie. A real smile on her face as they sipped on their punch.

And she didn't lie. He watched as Eddie spun her around the dance floor. Neither cared about anyone around them.

All she wanted was flowers and to dance.

She got the flowers and she got the dance, just not from him.

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qqqdidi · 2 months

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sugar sweet ✧

It was early morning in Inazuma. Scaramouche sat on a hill looking at the sunrise in front of him, the birds were chirping, flowers blooming and the chill wind blowing through his hair. Despite the beautiful day his mood was the opposite. Glaring at the rising sun as he sits.

Today was the day foolish mortals celebrated their 'love'. He scoffed at the thought, if they truly loved each other why celebrate it once a year instead of every day with that person.

Whatever he doesn't care. He doesn't care about the red hearts plastered and hung around the walls, booths filled with flowers or the giddy couples walking hand in hand and kissing each other obnoxiously. He's Scaramouche, he doesn't need nor care for this stupid mortal holiday.

That's what he says as he bitterly sits on the hill, away from the bustling cities. He craved quiet, calm, relaxin-

"Well well well... What do we have here". A shadow looms over him. There stood his worst enemy, the most annoying mortal alive.

Her.

"Is the great tiny scaramouche hiding from something?". God he hates her. He hates how the wind blows her hair away from her face revealing her eyes. He hated her watercolor eyes, her crooked smirk, her flushed cheeks. God he hated her.

"Get away from me you vermin". He hissed at her. She smirks at him. She knows why he's hiding.

She sees he's longing eyes bitterly following any couple walking around Inazuma, how he keeps glancing at the abundance of flowers being sold at booths or how he curiously touches heart shapes cut out that were plastered on the wall. She couldn't help but tease him.

He always hated her, she never knew why. When they first met she greeted him with a smile but for some reason he immediately disliked her.

"No need to get so hostile, geez". She sits beside him, enjoying the gentle breeze.

He grits his teeth and remains silent. Despite him trying to convince himself that she's just an annoying mortal. He can't help but relax in her presence. For some reason the world became a little bit more brighter, his non-existent heart beating a bit faster and his cheeks blushing in her presence.

He glanced at her and quickly looked away. She looked so... Beautiful. The sun's warm rays gently kissed her skin and the wind blew her hair so perfectly. Damn it, why. Why does he feel this way about her. She's just a nobo-

"Here". She threw something on his lap. A bar of chocolate, wrapped in pink and a pretty yellow bow. He blushed and looked at her eyes wide and blushing.

She was looking away from him. She hides her flushed face and her beating heart. She can't help but to admit that Scaramouche was always so beautiful. His pretty eyes and pouty lips. She knows he hates her but she can't help but chase him, they do say that people keep chasing things that hurt them.

"W-What... Why.. Ugh! I-I don't like sweets!". He quickly exclaimed and threw her back the chocolate. He covers his burning face with his hands.

Damn it. Damn it. Why did he throw it back! Sure he doesn't like sweets but likes her! Wait what. Likes her!?. He gripped on his hair as he continued his mental breakdown, he stole a quick glance at her and froze.

Her head was bowed down and her hair covered her beautiful face. She grips the chocolate tightly as she feels her heart being squeezed just as tight and painful.

Foolish, so foolish. Why does she keep trying, she just keeps embarrassing herself with this big headed idiot. She quickly blinks her tears away and stands up, only to be stopped by a gentle hand holding her wrist.

"W-wait!". They both froze, staring at each other's eyes blushing.

"I'll eat your stupid chocolate.. just... stay here... with me". His voice was so gentle she almost couldn't hear him.

She sat down beside him again, both blushing and refusing to look at each other. He gently took the crumpled chocolate from her hands and ate a piece.

It was sweet, too sweet for his liking. He licks his lips and glanced at her. She looked at him surprised he actually ate it. Her expression quickly morphed into a big bright smile.

He looks away burning red. She looked even more beautiful. He broke a piece and offered it to her, still not facing her.

She let out a pretty giggle and accepted the piece. She enjoyed the sweet chocolate flavor melting into her tongue. She licks her lips clean and they both stare at the beautiful view in front of them.

The sun shined brighter, the bird sang louder and the flowers looked brighter. They enjoyed the silence in each other's company. For once there were no snarky remarks or tension. Just beautiful silence.

"Thanks... for the chocolate... It was nice". He whispered.

She smiled and tucked a piece of stray hair away from her face. "I'm glad you liked it".

There was a brief silence. "Thanks for actually eating it and not throwing it on the ground".

"What? Why would I do that?".

"Well you know... You don't really like me so..."

"What! I do like you-". They both froze at his words. "N-no! I don't like you! No! I do like you just! Damn it". He facepalm his red face. He wished the ground would swallow him and bury him far away from you.

"I... I don't hate you... I just don't understand what I feel when I'm with you". He answered honestly and she looked at him with wide eyes.

It was her turn to blush and look away. Sh nervously laughed.

"Y-you... You don't hate me?".

"No".

She smiled brightly at him and scooted closer. "Really?".

"Ah! What are you doing!? I said what I said!". He scooted away.

She giggled and went closer. "Well... I like you". She whispered and looked at him seriously.

"Whatev- wait... Really?".

She laughed and stood up abruptly. "It's almost time for work! Goodness I have to go now. Bye Scaramouche! Happy valentine's day!". She yelled as she rushed back to the city.

"W-what? Get back here!". He stood up chasing after her.

He arrived at the city still chasing after her. As he dashes through the crowded street, the obnoxious red hearts all over the city didnt irritate him anymore, the flowers on the booths looked so pretty, and the people around them didn't exist as they ran.

For some reason, this year's valentines feel a little sweeter.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #valentines #fluff #enemies to lovers

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niallsgoldhoop · 2 months

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small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit.

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world.

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place.

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment.

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most.

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on.

She wasn’t here.

Rigby wasn’t here.

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside.

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me…

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime.

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day.

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning.

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve.

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past.

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is.

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh.

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick.

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass.

My god.

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone.

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand.

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid.

I know she could.

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her.

Again.

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me.

“No, no. Go ahead.”

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else.

Bad Niall.

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too.

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it.

“Long day?”

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning.

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips.

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried.

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school.

Then we have Finn.

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl.

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it.

Bad, bad Niall.

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit.

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?”

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in.

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided.

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye.

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath.

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again.

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again.

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me.

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes.

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me.

“Well, I own a pub.”

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?”

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf.

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.”

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation.

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years.

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me.

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children.

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen.

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her.

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm.

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck.

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe.

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please.

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.”

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her.

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan.

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck.

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.”

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath.

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor.

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes.

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle.

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach.

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace.

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy.

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me.

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace.

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire.

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.”

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs.

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us.

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago.

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier.

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children?

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah.

I’m never not turned on by my wife.

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple.

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin.

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms.

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible.

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either.

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot.

So that’s what I do.

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers.

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me?

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth.

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat.

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate.

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up.

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm.

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

All these years she’s been there for me.

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way.

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better.

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity.

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy.

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years.

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core.

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast.

My brilliant, brilliant lover.

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times.

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does.

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times.

“I need more, Niall. I need it.”

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs.

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready.

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows.

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes.

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush.

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back.

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?”

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact.

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling.

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.”

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release.

“You feel so good.”

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release.

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers.

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later.

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom.

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms.

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms.

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her Rapunzel dress.

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!”

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet.

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?”

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want?

Yeah.

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness.

At least I got to name her.

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand.

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible.

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist.

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently.

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 2. // (masterlist)

Toby wiped his dirt-stained hands onto his jeans as he stood over the 6ft deep hole he had dug in his backyard, the dark silence of midnight encompassing him. His arms were overworked and weak, strained from endless hours of laboring at the hole. Back where he was from, digging a grave only took about four to five hours, but here in the backyard of his childhood home, he had been working until dusk.

The boy turned around from his handiwork and picked up a dead rabbit which had been rotting on the grass behind him. Grabbing it by the ears, Toby tossed the body into the grave. He stared at the carcass for a moment, devoid of any purpose, before his face scrunched in repulsion. Toby gripped the handle of the shovel, gritted his teeth, and began to cover the rabbit back up with dirt.

Once the dark skies brightened with the morning summer sun, his mother had awoken to see what her son had been doing throughout the night. She caught him sitting in the backyard smoking a cigarette staring out at the forest that wrapped around their home, graveyard dirt on his sneakers and animal blood smeared on his hands. At six in the morning, Connie rushed out and asked him what happened, and demanded he put the cigarette out at once. Her boy only looked at her in a daze, as if death had meant nothing to him. Toby shook his head, brushing his mother off as he pushed past her and headed inside. As Connie looked out at her yard, she noticed for the first time how many dirt patches there were. From that point on, it had only gotten worse as his mother insisted he start to get out more, talk to more people, do more things. Her ignorant attempt at aiding her troubled son.

A jingling melody of a bell filled the air of the corner store as Toby walked in; his attempt at going out more. He looked as he always did, tired and a mess. Feral, ruthless, diseased. He glared through his thick brow at the cashier, something of a warning sign. As he walked past aisle after aisle, the boy occasionally pocketed a chocolate bar or two. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead brought him back to the times he was able to get away with nearly anything, and nobody dared to try to stop him. Without buying anything, Toby made his way out of the store, before being stopped by the man behind the counter.

“You gonna pay for those?” The cashier pestered.

Toby stopped in his tracks, shame turned into anger, and anger turned into violence.

“Pay for what?”

“Those bars you stole. Either you pay for ‘em or I call the cops.”

His jaw clenched as he felt a familiar burning sensation boiling in his chest. It was righteous, it moved him. He took one of the stolen chocolate bars out of his sweater pocket and chucked it hard at the older man.

“Have your fucking chocolate bar then.”

Toby spent his time in the world eagerly awaiting the day he were to wake up from his fever dream of a new life. It itched and clawed at him, a loud sort of desperation for what once was. He needed answers. He knew far too well that he wasn’t built for this world, and he needed to go back to the place he was made for. The world which shaped and molded him with violence into nothing but a weapon. And what is a weapon in a world with no war?

Toby stepped back, gaining momentum before kicking the basement window of the local library in. He wrapped a spare piece of cloth around his arm and pulled out the shattered frame of glass, before crawling his way into the building which was now closed for the night. If he wanted answers, he was going to get them.

The boy walked around the faintly nostalgic library, looking aimlessly for the newspaper archives which he knew to be kept in the back. Toby had been on similar trips to libraries in his days as a proxy. To get rid of evidence, or to find some. This time, he was hellbent on finding any articles that would prove he wasn’t completely alone in this strange world.

Once he found the large filing cabinet that held numerous documents and archives, he slid open the drawers for articles from 1990-2010s. The boy sat on the cold floor of the silent library, sifting through newspaper after newspaper. He skimmed over every word, looking for any evidence. The first thing he noticed was that there was no Jeffery Woods manhunt, which used to be front page on many different papers for awhile back in the late 2000s. The second, was that as he read over an article that used to contain a small segment about a recorded series titled Marble Hornets, it seemed that the entire column had never existed in the first place. The space was now replaced with retail advertisements.

There was a jingle of keys heard from down the hall, and the sound of heavy-booted footsteps, which was slowly approaching the archive room. Toby whispered cuss words to himself as he quickly shoved the documents back into the filing cabinet and snuck out of the room, utilizing his knowledge on stealth to not get caught by the security guard. To his luck, the boy managed to wriggle his way out of the open window he kicked in, and ran out into the night. All he gained was the knowledge that Toby had nothing left of the life he once lived. Or the war he once survived.

It was a constant uphill climb of a life for the boy. A Sisyphian punishment. The boy couldn’t sleep well that night, worse than the previous nights, and the next morning his mother insisted he were to get out of the house and go to the park, or the mall. Toby decided disgruntledly to visit the park, possibly he could find signs there, beyond the trees. The desire for answers consumed him, his light at the end of his tunnel vision. The boy approached the playground, eyeing his surroundings and making mental notes of all the people, and things, in the area. The tall, mighty oak trees painted the surroundings green, the sky was clear and vastly blue. A perfect summers day.

Quickly, he noticed a small group of older boys sitting on and by their bikes, one of which was mocking Toby’s strange twitches and jerks as they whispered and laughed amongst themselves. A real comedian. In that moment he was dragged, tossed, thrown, kicking and screaming, into the past he once lived. Back when he was first seventeen, back in middle school. The hunger for revenge. He may have had the body, but he wasn’t that same kid anymore, Toby wasn’t weak anymore. And he wasn’t going to let anybody mess with him ever again.

Without a second thought, Toby turned around to face the group, fire and fury in his dark eyes. He approached the boys, and like a rabid dog, he tackled the one who was making the jokes to the ground. Toby grabbed a fist full of his hair, and drilled his other fist into the boy's face repeatedly, ignoring the desperate attempts from the older to squirm out from under him, screaming. Everybody looked at the violent scene, mortified.

Back when Toby was seventeen for the first time, he drew clear lines that he wouldn’t cross. Things he wouldn’t do. But as he grew older, angrier, he crossed those lines and gained the dangerous knowledge that the world wouldn’t come to an end if he did bad things. He could hurt people and still wake up the next day. As he continued to scream at, and beat the other boy bloody, Toby could’ve sworn there was a line there once.

The drive back home with his mother after getting picked up at the police station was tediously long. Toby was trying his best to ignore Connie's disapproving silence as he glared out of the passenger window at the passing city beyond them, darkening into evening skies.

“What has gotten into you?” Connie spoke, exasperated. Toby continued to ignore her.

“Well?”

“It doesn’t matter, just drop it,” He responded, irritation growing in his tone.

As the two made their way into the house, Toby was greeted by his older sister leaning up against the kitchen counter. Toby felt words breaking in his throat, he stared at her like an angry bear. Lyra stared back frightened at his swollen eye. They saw each other with a strange surprise. The boy avoided her gaze, turning his head down to look at his feet like a bad dog as he pushed past her and made his way to his bedroom.

Soon thereafter, Toby had begun getting into petty fights with his sister, and often talked back to his mother. One particular evening, Lyra had shouted at her brother for being disrespectful towards their mom. She had made an unsettling offhanded comment about how Toby was going down a terrifyingly familiar path. A path the family had seen his father go down for years before Connie mustered up the courage to kick him out.

“You think any of that shit matters to me? None of this is real, none of it” Toby yelled back, waving his hands around and laughing to himself.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m real, you’re real, mom is real. And look at how you’re treating her.”

“You? You shouldn’t even fucking be here right now, you’re supposed to be dead!”

Lyra paused at the cruel words of her little brother. The boy gave her half of his orange one morning, and broke her heart in the evening. They both cross lines they shouldn’t. They’re both afraid of their rage.

“Just… Enough. I shouldn’t even be here right now. So do us both a favor and stay out of my business.” Toby lowered his voice at his sister's surrender and without another word, left again into his bedroom.

That night, as Toby laid silently in his bed, facing his bedroom window, he saw a fraction of light creep onto his wall as his door opened. A small shift of weight pressed down onto the mattress beside him.

“What happened to my sweet boy?” Connie spoke with a deep sorrow in her voice. No words could ever explain to his mother what had happened to him. Nothing he could say would ever make her, or anyone, understand the unfathomable. Toby gave her no response, and minutes had passed before Connie sighed and took her leave.

As his family had laid to rest late into the night, Toby quietly climbed out of his bed which creaked as his weight shifted. Grabbing an empty old backpack, he made his way into the darkened kitchen and began piling in canned foods, water bottles, and money from his mothers purse. He paused for a moment before entering the garage, where he knew he could find a familiar old hatchet sitting idly.

He stared at and took in all of his surroundings, and listened to the quiet ambience of the house. Toby knew that this was a home for a boy, not a killer. He had lost his innocence so early, shaped with horror from before he could remember. Toby wanted terribly to look out at the house he stood silently in and feel something good, something happy, like a distant memory that would make him smile warmly to himself when he thought back to it. But no matter how hard he tried, all he could remember was the battlefield. Constantly fighting to survive, wondering if he would ever make it out alive. Quickly, he scribbled a message onto a post-it note and left it on the fridge for his mother to find in the morning when she realized her son was no longer there.

“I’ll come back this time, mom.”

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