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mitsuyeaah · 10 months

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i saw the “misunderstanding” anon, and i got an idea. i was wondering if you could give us any hcs for the “first time” with (any of) the tokyo rev boys? (if you want to write this of course, no pressure).

-💊

NEW PLEASURES

syn: first time being intimate with the twin dragons.

TR ft. MITSUYA, DRAKEN

cw: virgin!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, very very soft taka-chan and draken, pet names (darling)

a/n: thank u for sending this in, 💊 anon!! also, i only picked two characters for this one because it’s a bit long. i wrote this half drunk so yeh apologies if its a bit off <3

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ TAKASHI MITSUYA

— VERY attentive. mitsuya has to have his eyes on your face at all times to look for any discomfort; he’s just very sweet but also very concerned, and at least has to ask many times if you’re really sure before doing anything further, it’s cute that he cares so much but it gets you impatient. very vanilla—it may seem boring to others but he knows how to work himself to give you that sweet release. it’s your first time, he wants it to be heavenly of course, and boy he does fulfil it.

“yes, mitsuya, i’m sure.” you let out a breathless chuckle as his lips ghosted up the side of your neck, alternating between kissing, biting and sucking, leaving love bruises of dark red and purple. “fuck. you’re so beautiful, you know?” you earned a groan from mitsuya as you wrapped your hands around his shaft, languidly stroking it. you don’t know how many times he has asked if you were sure—not that you were counting it—and you were growing rather impatient. he bowed his head in pleasure, resting his forehead on your shoulder for a bit before taking ahold of his shaft and aligning the tip at your sopping entrance. “tell— tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay? i’ll stop if it hurts..” he swallowed thickly.

you wordlessly nodded and gazed up at his eyes, pools of lilac clouded with lust yet mixed with hesitancy. mitsuya placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before pushing the tip in. both your’s and his breathing getting heavier the second the two of you made contact. you bit your lip and furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar sensation between your legs—it wasn’t uncomfortable, no. it was.. just weird. the feeling of something parting you was entirely new and you wanted more of it despite the dull pain you were starting to feel from the stretch.

mitsuya’s eyes never left your face. as much as he wanted to close them due to the overwhelming pleasure, he kept them open to see any signs of discomfort on your face. he gritted his teeth as he slowly inched his hard cock. fuck, you were hugging him so tight that he could almost see stars. you nails dug into the bare flesh of his shoulders, a dull pain mixed with pleasure had started to make itself known “haaah!— mitsuya!” the man above you stilled his hips.

“d-do you want me to—ah stop?” panic was written all over his handsome face; lips parted, eyes wide, and brows knitted together. you shook your head profusely, “mhm.. no, please. keep going..” the man above you nodded his head, he gave your nose a peck before pushing the remainder of his length into you. you screwed your eyes shut, chest heaving up and down as you concentrated on relaxing your muscles so he could push himself further inside; mitsuya wasn’t too thick but he was long. “aah fuuck..” you groaned as he stretched you out, it wasn’t an overwhelming stretch but it was enough to make you bite your lips.

mitsuya let out a deep, shaky exhale as he bottomed out. fuck, you felt so full. “hey..” he whispered, holding your gaze as the corners of his lips tugging up. his hot breath ghosted over your face as he panted. “h-hey..” you meekly smiled up. he cupped your face with a palm and rubbed your cheek with his thumb to soothe you—his eyes were twinkling with love and adoration. you knew why mitsuya was doing this, he was trying to distract you from the pain as he stretched you out; giving you time to accomodate his length. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?” he chuckled breathlessly and dipped his head below your chin to pepper your neck with kisses.

you let out a soft moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin, nails gently scraping down his back. “taka.. please move. i want you so bad..” you whined, impatiently moving your hips to chase after some kind of friction. the pain was now gone and you wanted all the pleasure you could get as impatience grew between your legs. mitsuya was caught off guard at the use of his first name but he didn’t need to focus on that at the moment. “what my darling wants, my darling gets.” and with that, he started moving his hips.

the two of you fell into a unison, sounds of pleasure bouncing off the walls as you both lose yourselves in each other’s presence. the night was hot and humid but neither of you cared, not when mitsuya showed you new pleasures no one else could give you. new pleasures that you didn’t know existed until he held you in his arms as you gave yourself to him.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

— just like mitsuya, draken is also very attentive. since he is ehem on the bigger side, he’s afraid of hurting you especially because it’s your first time. he kisses the tears away that roll down your cheeks; draken wants to stop what he’s doing because he thinks he might be hurting you too much but you reassure him, nonetheless. draken tends to be on the rougher side but with your virginity kept in mind, he restrains himself with all the power in his body—it’s hard, yes but for you he’s willing to hold back.

“no, ken! please don’t stop.. it’s okay, i’m fine.” you shook your head, gripping his broad shoulders. concern was written all over his face, onyx eyes filled with hesitancy. ken was halfway inside you and the burn between your legs almost felt unbearable; he was fucking huge, and tears had started to form from how much he was stretching you out but the pleasure was immense too—you wanted more. yes, the pain was there but the pleasure felt more addicting.

the second ken saw a tear roll down your cheek, he immediately halted, panic settling in every muscle of his body but hearing your words reassure him, it somewhat put him in ease. “‘m sorry.. we can— we can stop right now if you want..” he mumbled, dipping his head to kiss at the tears that decorated your face. shaking your head once more, he nodded and started to move again, easing his cock into you inch by inch. ken groaned at your tightness, burying his face into the junction of your neck as his body trembled in pleasure.

he wrapped his arms around you—one hand resting on the crown of your head, and the other gripping your arm. the way your cunt sucked him in drove him absolutely crazy and it took all his willpower not to move for his own pleasure, because for you, he’ll hold back. you arched your back, letting out a high pitched moan as ken bottomed out. you felt full, you’ve never felt this way before. it was amazing yet foreign at the same time, the emptiness between your legs was suddenly gone and you were closer than ever with ken.

his breath fanned the side of your neck as his hips stilled. it was funny because ken swore he was giving you this time to adjust to his length yet it felt like he was the one who needed to adjust to how you were gripping him. a string of profanities rolled off his tongue, his body was completely still on top of you because if he moved even just an inch, he’d cum in an instant. “a-are you okay..?” you breathlessly whispered, stroking the expanse of his back, your fingers moulding against every dip and curve of his muscles. he was supposed to be asking you that not the other way around—you were taking his cock like a champ yet ken was the one trembling in pleasure that made his head spin. you made his head spin. “fu-fuck.. yes yes, ‘m okay.. how are you?” he lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze.

“never better.” you replied. he gave you a lopsided smile before sealing your lips together. his kisses were fuelled with want, the ways his lips moved, and head eagerly pushing further into you face said it all. ken pulled back after the heated kiss, massaging at the bare skin of your hips before moving; this pulled a drawled out moan from the both of you, such little movement causing you two to sing in pleasure.

but before ken could push back in, you placed a palm flat against his bare chest, his muscles flexing under your touch. “a-are you hurt anywhe—” “ken, please don’t hold back.” you’ve sensed his hesitancy earlier and you knew he was holding himself back for you—as sweet as that was, you didn’t want him doing that because it didn’t feel like himself at all. when you said you wanted the entirety of ken, you meant it, so you didn’t want him to hold back. he sucked in a sharp breath at your words, you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched inside you. “fuck, baby.. don’t say things like that..” “i mean it. it’s okay.”

with that, ken didn’t hesitate to show you the most intimate part of himself as the two of you became one—moulding with one another with every thrust he gave you. you held onto him like your life depended on it, nails digging into his shoulders as your lips parted to beg his name like a mantra. the worries of hurting you were long gone, ken was able to spell out the adventures of these new pleasures all over your body, and you let him. you let him do it all until the two of you were engulfed in nothing but pure bliss.

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mountttmase · 11 months

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Be Bad For Once

Note - this one is a bit of a longie so strap in 😉 thank you to the anon for the request I kind of went a bit wild but I love writing female characters like this 🩷 I would really love some feedback as I’ve been working on this for a long time and it’s special to me 😂

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 9.4K

Warnings - fluffy and angsty

You knew dating a client was off limits, but there was something about Mason that meant you couldn’t help yourself. He was cheeky, confident and unbelievably sexy. You were pretty sure you’d never been this attracted to a man before and the fact you couldn’t do much about it only made it worse.

Technically his dad was your client, but since he worked for Mason it was basically the same thing, and you knew as soon as your eyes locked onto his deep brown ones you were done for.

You never seen a man as a necessity in your life, sure they were good fun sometimes but you had more important things to worry about like running your company and making sure everyone in your life was well looked after. Accounting was difficult at the best of times but setting up your own boutique company to cater for a few select clients had always been your dream and now you were living it, you weren’t about to let a man with a pretty smile take it away from you.

Tony was one of your favourite clients, fun and easy going, so when you checked your calendar and realised you had a meeting with him booked in for today you let out a sigh of relief.

You almost lost your cool when you walked into the meeting room to find Mason sat there alongside him, trying you hardest not to blush when you shook his hand and hating the way your body seemed to react to him every single time you saw him.

‘Good to see you, Mason. I didn’t know you were coming’

‘Recovering from an injury so I’ve got a bit of extra free time. Plus when dad said he was coming here I couldn’t pass up the opportunity’ he told you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine and you had to refrain from biting your lip.

The meeting went as well as it could, what with Mason looking at you like you were something to eat most of the way through. His eyes seeming to be glued onto your mouth every time you spoke so you focused on only speaking to Tony, pretending he wasn’t even there until he started asking questions. That cheeky smirk of his making your insides quiver and you weren’t sure how much longer you were supposed to resist him for.

‘I’m just popping to the loo and we’ll head out’ tony announced at the end, quietly slipping from the room as you were packing up your stuff to head back to your office.

‘Not gonna leave me in here are you?’ Mason asked lowly, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread wide and you had to grip your laptop in order not to crawl into his lap and kiss his face off. But you walked towards the door and held it open for him.

‘Of course not, we can go wait for your dad by the lift’

‘Sounds like someone doesn’t want to be alone with me’ he said on his way passed but you took a deep breath and followed him out, trying not to look at the way his jeans hugged his bum so perfectly but thankfully his dad was ready and waiting for you.

‘You all set’ you smiled as you approached him and he nodded before you all said your goodbyes. Mason held your hand for a little too long after your handshake and you let your walls slip a tiny bit as you offered him a cheeky smile in acknowledgement to which he pulled you in closer. Thankfully his dad had turned around to walk out so he couldn’t see but you felt you skin tingle at being so close to Mason.

‘Don’t miss me too much’ he whispered.

‘Trust me, I won’t’ you replied, and with one last wink he was following his dad out the door.

‘You need to warn me next time he’s here’ your assistant and work wife Carly suddenly told you as you waved them pair of them out the door. ‘I don’t know how you sit in a room with him and not jump him’

‘It’s really not that hard’ you lied, walking back to your office as she followed you.

‘You’re telling me you don’t find him attractive?’

‘I’ve got eyes, of course I do. But I know his type. He’s as cheeky as anything and he’s a client. I can’t go there’

‘You’re the boss, y/n. You can do what you want. But if you don’t want to… Can I go there?’ She asked playful and even though you gave her a stern look, she knew you were being lightheaded. ‘Fine, but we’re all going out for drinks tonight so that means you too. You owe me a cocktail for not letting me have a handsome man’ she huffed in jest.

What was meant to be a few quiet drinks with the girls had turned into all of you bundling into some random club. It was packed, dark and loud but was definitely needed after today and you’d made up your mind that you were on the hunt for someone to talk you home after all the built up tension that today had bought you.

It was still earlyish, but no one had caught your eye and as soon as you went to the bar for a breather from all your dancing, a drink was placed in front of you straight away.

‘I didn’t order this’ you told the barman, confused as to why he’d given it to you but he sent you a soft smile and nodded his head to the side.

‘Compliments of the vip area’ he told you before going on to serve the next customer.

You had no idea what that meant, looking over to where he’d motioned and your whole body froze. Even in the dark you could recognise that smile and your mouth fell open before you quickly shut it.

Mason gave you a tiny wave and you fought so hard not to return it but you gave in, acknowledging him with a small laugh before he nodded his head over to the velvet rope that separated him and made a motion like he wanted you to come and join him. You shook your head automatically, knowing if you went over there that anything could happen but the way he dropped his lip like he was disappointed made you shake your head and pick your drink up, walking over to where he’d motioned to. He let the bouncer know you were with him before leading you through the space to a quiet corner where you could finally hear yourself think.

‘I shouldn’t be here, what if someone see’s?’

‘No one knows who you are to me it’s fine’ he shrugged, sipping his drink whilst his brown eyes burnt into yours.

‘How did you know I was here?’

‘I’ve got eyes everywhere’ he winked and you rolled yours as he shook his head. ‘I’m kidding. Carly makes a great cup of tea but quiet she isn’t. I could hear her shouting for you to drop it like it’s hot from all the way over here. From what I could see I get why everyone was cheering’

You felt your face burn knowing that he’d seen you let loose like that so you tried to deflect and change the subject.

‘And this? What’s this?’ You asked, nodding to the drink before confirming it was your usual. ‘How did you know that’s what I drink?’

‘Lucky guess?’

‘Why are you here? Won’t you get into trouble if you’re caught somewhere like this while you’re injured?’

‘It probably won’t look great, but I’d definitely say it’s worth the risk tonight’ he winked and you shook your head with a laugh. ‘Anymore questions?’

‘I don’t think so’

You carried on talking, not about anything in particular but it was nice to see this side of him. Thoughts about someone taking you home vanishing as your brain focused on nothing but Mason. Wondering what that tongue could do every time he licked his lips, or how his fingers would feel as he stroked over his glass. You hated how attracted to him you were but you couldn’t stop yourself from holding back from him tonight.

‘Right, I’ve got a question for you. What are you doing after this?’ He asked. A strange twinkle in his eye that you tried to ignore but you had a funny feeling you knew what was coming next.

‘I don’t know. Probably getting some chips from the chicken shop over the road and going home to sleep?’

‘Could I maybe tempt you with another offer?’

‘No, but I know you’re going to try’

‘Come home with me’ he stated and you almost choked on your drink as you felt him place his hand on your thigh.

‘What? No way’

‘Why not?’ He laughed, looking at you like it was the most simple thing in the world. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want to’

‘Mason it’s not happening’

‘Look I get it, I’m a client and it’s wrong or whatever but I can’t get you out of my head. Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll stop’ he said seductively. His voice low as he continued to stroke over your thigh and you felt yourself shake your head at him to let him know you agreed before he pulled your chair closer to his. You gasped at the movement and watched how he laughed cheekily, pushing your hair back behind your ear before leaning in further so he could whisper into it. ‘Thought so. You’re always playing by the rules, just be bad for once yeah? Come back with me and let me show you how sexy I think you are’ he murmured, finally pressing a kiss to your jaw and you felt you tummy flip.

‘I need the loo’ you suddenly blurted, jumping off the seat and in the direction of the toilet and you heard Mason sigh as you left. He was overwhelming in the best way possible but you couldn’t think whilst his big brown eyes were looking into yours.

You knew you wanted him, you were just lying to yourself at this point but the thought of this opportunity not presenting itself again made your tummy churn. You knew you shouldn’t, you weren’t allowed, but that just made it all the more exciting to you and you made up your mind then and there that you were doing it. Even if it was just to get it out of your system so you could go back to having a normal client relationship you needed to have him in every way possible.

You weren’t long, coming out to find Mason waiting for you, gently grabbing your wrist so he could pull you into a quiet corridor where he pushed you up against the wall so he could cup your jaw gently. His body was pressed against yours, expression now serious as his eyes flicked all over your face with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect.

‘Im sorry. You know if I pushed things too far? I didn’t mean to’ he told you and you shook your head at him gently.

‘You didn’t’ you whispered but his face didn’t change.

‘You sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m just really fucking attracted to you and you make me a little crazy’ he confessed, causing you to giggle and his face to soften ever so slightly.

‘You make me crazy too’ you whispered and before you knew it he was kissing you softly.

Your whole body felt electrified as soon as his lips touched yours. It all felt a little bit wrong even though it felt right at the same time and you pulled him to you so you were as close as two bodies could be.

‘Take me home’ you told him as soon as you pulled away and his eyes widened in shock before nodding at you gently.

He lead you by the hand back through the vip area, his friends clearly watching as you heard a few cheers and jibes from across the room but Mason silenced them with his middle finger before taking you outside.

‘You still want those chips?’ He asked with a smile, nodding towards the chicken shop you’d mentioned earlier but you didn’t want to put him through going in there and someone recognising him so you shook your head and stood a little closer to him for warmth.

‘Mason? I was just thinking. My house is way closer’ you told him causing him to laugh before passing you his phone to put your address in for the Uber. You weren’t waiting long, his hand firmly planted on your thigh the whole way there and you traced random patterns on his arm as he watched you intently. Finally getting to touch him in a way you’d always wanted to and from the look in his eyes he was definitely enjoying it.

You’d barely got the door open and he was already kissing the back of your neck, smiling into your skin as his hands were all over your waist and bum.

‘All I could think about in that bloody meeting earlier was getting out of your clothes, I can’t believe i actually get to do it now’ he laughed, watching you walk inside your flat. His big eyes not knowing where to look as you beckoned him in, finally shutting the door to the outside world so you could have Mason right where you wanted him.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding head and an arm around your waist.

You were frozen to the spot, knowing exactly who it was and when you peered over your shoulder your heart fluttered at Masons sleepy face.

You turned as carefully as you could in his embrace, settling back down so you could look at him for a little bit and he seemed to move closer to you in his sleep. His hand traveling from your waist down to rest on your bum as he nestled his face further into the pillow.

He was gorgeous, there was no denying it. From the crinkles around his eyes, to the freckles on his cheeks and the small pout playing on his perfect pink lips. You could look at him all day, but you were trying your hardest to suppress those feelings bubbling away inside you. Last night was supposed to be a one off, a way to let off some steam and move on from him and this weird fascination but it didn’t work. You wanted him now more than ever but you knew it was all wrong.

You slipped out of bed, wishing you had gone to Masons so you could of gotten away from him quicker but you grabbed some fresh clothes and made you way into the bathroom for a quick shower and a change before heading down to the kitchen, wondering what on earth you were supposed t say to him when he woke up.

Mason came in five minutes later, dressed in the same clothes from last night and he gave you a warm smile but you couldn’t return it, eyes dropping to the floor so you couldn’t see his expression.

‘So um, can I buy you breakfast or something?’

‘I don’t eat breakfast’ you told him bluntly and you knew he was about to say something so you got in there first. ‘I don’t really have time, I need to leave for work soon’ you told him and he nodded solemnly.

‘I guess I’ll get out your hair then’ he said quietly, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead before walking towards to front door. You wanted to call out after him, wanted to pull him back and throw your arms around him so you could kiss him properly but you knew your voice wouldn’t be strong enough and you let him go. Sighing loudly when you heard the door close.

It’s not that you regretted last night or anything close to it. Mason was attractive and funny and way better in the bedroom than you thought he would be. But the way he made you feel scared you. Exposed and vulnerable, like you were made of glass and he could see right through you. Your idea of getting Mason out of your system clearly hadn’t worked out how you were expecting it to and you could feel a dark cloud hanging over you for the rest of the day.

You got to work in one piece, planning to sit alone in your office all day and pretend you weren’t sulking over Mason when a knock on your door bought you out of your slump. Carly proceeded to walk in with a coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other, placing them on your desk with a smile.

‘What’s this?’ You asked

‘Why don’t you open it up and find out’ she smiled and you opened the bag to find your favourite breakfast sandwich from a cafe just down the road, moaning as you took your first bite.

‘Oh Carls, you’re a life saver thank you’

‘Don’t thank me, I didn’t buy it’

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, fishing the napkin out of the bag but the writing on it captured your attention before she had chance to speak.

‘He came in and asked me to give it to you, I think he felt a little bit scared but how sweet. You must of made quite the impression in your meeting yesterday’

‘I slept with him last night’ you blurted and she nearly fell off her seat.

‘You what!?’

‘Keep your voice down’

‘I wondered where you went. You little minx I can’t believe it’

‘Look he was there randomly, we had a little chat and he came back to mine. The rest is history is they say’

‘What’s his dick like? Is it big? It looks big in those shorts sometimes’

‘We are not having this conversation right now. Or ever’ you laughed, noticing the excited look on Carly’s face but you knew you were about to let her down.

‘Well when are you seeing him next?’

‘Hopefully never’ you murmured and she gave you a confused look. ‘He’s a client, I shouldn’t of done it in the first place’

‘You can’t avoid him, by the looks of it he wants to take you out’

‘Carly i can’t’

‘You already have’ she laughed ‘technically Tony is your client but if you feel weird about it then why don’t you pass him over to Nicky, I’m sure she’d love to take him on’

‘But I like Tony’ you pouted. ‘He was one of my first clients I don’t wanna pass him over’

‘Just think about about it’ she laughed

‘I don’t need Mason. I don’t need any man. I’m fine with just me’

‘Oh honey none of us need a man. They’re just nice to have’ she winked ‘and I can’t think of anyone nicer than Mason’

She didn’t say another word, just gave you a knowing look before leaving you to your breakfast

You already had Masons number in your work phone, but it it felt weird to text him from there so even though it was probably way weirder to text him from your personal number, you copied it over and sent him a quick thank you for your breakfast and not even five minutes later you got a text from an unknown number.

You thought that might be the end of it with Mason, not hearing from him for a few days but that didn’t mean he’d left your thoughts. You thought after the weekend and a fresh start to the new week you’d be fine but when you arrived to a pretty bunch of blue roses on your desk on Monday you didn’t know how to feel. You knew they were from him immediately but you still checked the card, biting your lip to suppress a smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his cheesy words, quickly snapping a picture to send to him and the thought of talking to him made you a little bit giddy.

Your blood ran cold, instantly feeling sick as your heart pounded. You were so embarrassed but also confused and you could see he was already typing, not sure if you wanted see his next response but it was already sent before you had a chance to look away.

‘You’ve been here half an hour and I don’t think you’ve even turned your laptop on yet’ you heard Carly laugh. Looking up with as blush as you realised you’d been texting Mason and not doing much else. ‘Nice flowers’

‘He wants to take me to dinner tonight’

‘And you’ve told him no I bet’ she laughed, rolling her eyes. ‘Stop being such a wimp and go’

‘I’m not a wimp’ you protested

‘Yes you are, you know if you go you’ll enjoy yourself. That’s the only reason you’re saying no’

‘Is not’

‘Prove it’

You took a deep breath, picking your phone up to text him back, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy.

‘Happy now?’ You laughed, locking you phone and placing it on your desk before finally opening your laptop. Carly didn’t respond, just gave you a knowing smile before leaving your office and you tried to suppress the butterflies that were already swarming.

You left your office at six, ignoring the way Carly was winking at you but you finally checked your phone again. Mason letting you know he was parked up just around the corner, your heart leaping as you caught sight of him standing by the passenger door.

He was dressed in a beige collared jacket with a white T-shirt and black jeans and you sworn he’d never looked better. He smiled brightly, opening your door as you got closer and holding his hand out to help you in, but as usual in situations like this your miss independent spirit took over and you watched his face drop a little at the look you must of been giving him.

‘I’m not incapable of getting into car on my own’ you told him, watching him squirm slightly and your tummy dropped at the look on his face. You didn’t want to upset him in anyway and you felt awful as soon as the words left your lips so even though it went against everything you stood for, you took his hand. His eyes automatically flashed up to meet yours in shock and you quickly kissed his cheek before sliding inside. ‘So where are we going?’ You asked when he joined you, a shy smile taking over his face as he looked at you.

‘There’s this place that’s opened up not too far from me I thought we could try if that’s okay? I’ve got the menu up here’ he told you, passing you his phone and after a quick glance you let him know it was fine.

Things didn’t start out so great, the pair of you a little awkward still from the other night and you’d grown stroppy from the constant little things he was trying to do for you. Opening every door, holding out your chair and letting you order first. You knew he only meant well but you’d grown tired of it working in a male dominated industry and it made you feel like he thought you couldn’t do anything for yourself.

You tried to let it go though, relaxing as the night went on, talking about anything and everything you could think of from his family to you setting up your own company and your face began to hurt from the constant smiling. It was hopeless trying to be mad at him as he just melted you and for once you weren’t complaining. By the time dessert came he’d shuffled up right next to you so you could share and the subject of your romantic history and future came up.

‘So you’re telling me you’ve never had a proper boyfriend and you don’t want one?’ He asked, his head propped up in his hand as his looked at you with wide eyes and you laughed lightly at his expression.

‘Nope’

‘What’s you’re type though? Surely you have one’

‘Not necessarily. A nice smile helps but I’m not overly fussy’

‘What about growing up? You must of had like a celebrity crush. Come on, who’s the man of your dreams’ he teased, fluttering his eyelashes at you but you just shook your head in his direction.

‘I don’t have a man of my dreams cause I’m the woman of mine’ you told him confidently but he seemed a little confused by your words. ‘Not all of us grew up wanting to be a princess and have a man look after her. What’s the point of pining after something that might not exist when you have to power to be whatever you want to be? I always wanted to be my own woman with my own company who relies on herself and that exactly what I am. A man was never in the equation’

‘Okay, I have so many questions but I really need to kiss you’ he breathed, tilting your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a heavy kiss.

You couldn’t deny you felt the sparks, smiling onto his lips before he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You’d wanted to kiss him for about half an hour now so you were happy he’d taken the leap and even though public displays of affection were never really your thing but there was something about Masons kisses that meant you’d take what you could get so you let him carry on, giggling as he pulled away and continued to leave small kisses all over your cheeks.

‘That was sexy as hell’

‘Stop it’ you laughed, tapping him on his arm and even though he was keeping his lips off of you, his body stayed close.

‘I’m serious. But it raises another question’ he proved, and you raised your eyebrows so he could carry on. ‘If you’re so hell bent on being your own woman and not needing a man. Why did you say yes to date with me?’

It was a good question. One you couldn’t really answer straight away but you thought you might as well be honest with him.

‘Well, I can’t deny there obviously some level of attraction here’ you told him, watching him nod at you seductively and his eyes danced over you in agreement. ‘And now I’ve got everything else figured out so why not have a little bit of fun?’ You asked but his face faltered slightly.

‘Can I be honest?’ He whispered, looking back at you seriously and you nodded back. Unsure of what he was about to say but you wanted to hear him out. ‘I’m not here to have a little bit of fun. I like you, have done for a really long time and I was hoping we could make it more of a regular thing. If that’s not something you want then fine but I need you to tell me’

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You loved the fact he was so honest, laying his cards out in the table so you knew exactly where you stood with him and even though it went against everything you’d ever thought, you’d enjoyed your time with him tonight and you didn’t want things to stop here. The idea of hanging out with him more and developing whatever was going on here was more appealing than you thought it could be so you took his hand in yours and looked deep into his eyes.

‘You’re the only person I’ve ever let take me out on a date like this. The only man I’ve ever bent the rules for and the only one I’m quite happy to keep doing it with. Make of that what you will’ you told him, watching his face soften ever so slightly. ‘I’ll admit, when I slept with you last week it was supposed to be a one and done thing, like just to get you out of my system but it didn’t work. In fact it’s made me want you even more’ you laughed, looking up to find him smiling back at you brightly and you couldn’t help but reach up and peck him on the lips. ‘I hope that tells you everything you need to know. Now, did you pick this place cause you wanted us to try it or because it’s close to your house?’

‘Mix of both maybe?’ He winked cheekily and you squeezed his thigh in response. ‘You gonna let be buy you breakfast this time?’

‘Oh it’s a requirement’ you laughed, the nerves and excitement building up in your tummy at the thought of waking up next to him again.

After a small argument about who was paying the bill, he told you he would be as he invited you out and promised you could get the next one.

One date turned to two and then three until you’d been seeing each other for over two months. Time had flown by and even though it was all new to you, you loved having mason around and spending time with him. Sex was also a plus, not ever having gotten to know someone so intimately before and to say you were having the time of your life would be an understatement.

There were no labels, he knew better than to ask you and you knew you were just for each other but when you introduced him as your boyfriend to a friend at a work dinner you knew it made him happy. His hands not leaving you for the whole night as he stroked his thumb over your thigh.

You were a pair, but you loved that he never made you feel like you were dependent on him. You had your own separate lives and you grew to be his number one fan, just like he was for you. Supporting all your decisions and letting you rant at him about whatever you wanted to. Mason also promised to keep out of any work things so that you could still keep Tony as a client, confessing he only ever showed up to those meetings so he could see you and that half the time he never understood what you’re going on about anyway.

He was still Mason though, holding your door open for you, sending you gifts to work and trying his hardest to make you feel loved in his own way. It may have taken you a little while to come around but you secretly loved the way he took care of you, not trusting anyone else before to be so vulnerable around and so far you couldn’t fault him.

With Mason now in that weird middle ground between the end of the season and pre season, you seemed to be spending even more time with him than usual however tonight was girls night with it being a few birthdays that week in the office and you let him know you’d see him on Saturday for some well needed hangover cuddles.

Work had been slow all day, Mason on your mind just like always but a frantic knock on your door snapped your out of your thoughts and your tummy dropped at the look on Carly’s face.

‘I’m so sorry, y/n. Mr Jeffries is here and he seems pretty pissed. I’ve tried taking to him but he only wants to speak to you’ she told you, here voice shaky from fear but you gave her a smile to let her know you were on it.

‘Don’t worry Carls, I’ve got it’ you told her, grabbing his file before making your way to reception where he stood with his arms folded, his eyes dark and angry as the bore into you.

Martin Jeffries was nothing like any of your other clients, you normally took care of small independent businesses or individual clients but Martin was neither. Owner of a massive corporation that was only interested in paying as little tax as possible whilst being rude as he could. He’d always been described to you as a little eccentric but in your eyes he was just an arse and you didn’t want him as a client in the first place but he always paid his invoices on time and in the beginning he kept your business afloat. You weren’t sure if it was worth the hassle anymore though but you ushered him inside a meeting room to try and get to the bottom of what was happening.

‘What the hell is this?’ He asked, slapping down a piece of paper onto the table and even though you knew what it was, you still picked it up so you could glance over it. A £300 penalty from the tax man for failing to report his company shares by the deadline and whilst the amount was peanuts to him he seemed absolutely furious. ‘Are you going to explain to me why this wasn’t done?’

‘Mr Jeffries, I have called you and emailed you about this several times before the deadline but I never received a response. Unfortunately for share reporting the onus is on you as I can’t report them on your behalf’

‘You’ve always done it for me before’

‘No, I’ve checked your spreadsheet but the company always submits it. Sally normally does it’

‘I fired Sally’

‘Oh’ you breathed, it suddenly clicking into place what had happened. ‘Well Sally or no Sally, I can’t do it for you’

‘I’m not paying this for your incompetence’ he snarled, pushing the letter back to you and you were so shocked by his behaviour you weren’t quite sure what to do or say.

‘I strongly advise that you do. The longer you leave it the worse then penalty becomes’

‘No, you will be paying it’ he shouted, pointing his finger right in you face to try and intimidate you and unfortunately for you it was working but you refused to let him know that.

‘It’s nothing to do with me, you were given adequate warning and I’d appreciate it if you could keep your voice down, there’s no need to shout’

‘I will do no such thing. You forget, your business would be nothing without me and my custom. Now you fix this or I can make life very difficult for you’ he told you, hovering over you but you backed off and walked towards the door to open it, no longer comfortable in the room with just him.

‘I don’t like the way you’re talking to me and I think you should leave now’ you told him, making eye contact with Carly outside but the look on your face must of frightened her, picking up the phone immediately but you weren’t sure who she was calling.

‘I don’t know why I bothered with you lot in the first place. I should of known it was a mistake when you told me only women work here. You’re useless, the lot of you. I only stuck around cause you’re easy on the eye but you’re shit at your job and this whole thing is destined to fail. You think you’re so high and mighty but it’s only your tits that got you this far love, not your brains. Like a woman could ever build something like I have.? You clearly don’t have what it takes if you let simple things like this slip under the radar. You’re just a big joke. This is the real world, you’re not playing with dolls anymore’

You could feel your eyes stinging, unsure of what to do or say as the man in front of you tore all your achievements to shreds. You felt so small and hurt, like everything you believed in was a joke and you didn’t know how to respond but when two of your building’s security walked in, you met out a tiny sigh of relief.

‘How pathetic’ he laughed, walking towards the door as the two men lead him out. ‘You’ll be hearing from my lawyers!’ he screamed as the grabbed an arm each to take him away. You could feel your whole body shake as you ran back to your office, not wanting to see anyone for a while as you got yourself together again.

You were used to shitty clients every now and then but this was something else, every word of his cutting you right to the core and whenever you thought about it you could tell you were going to cry so you distracted yourself with paperwork, hoping to take your mind off of everything until Carly let you know that she’d spoken to the building security and they’d made sure to add him to the list of people no longer allowed to enter the building.

Your thoughts turned to tonight though, no longer wanting to be around the girls and pretend like you were fine when you were anything but. Quickly sending a text to Carly saying something had come up tonight and that you couldn’t make it. You felt awful, letting some man’s words effect you as much as they seemed to be but as soon as Carly let you know it was fine, there was only one other person you wanted to talk to.

Usually the idea of him making himself available for you on the off chance you needed him would make you roll your eyes in annoyance and whilst you were a bit pissy, you were too hurt to care right now. Just wanting to go to him and wrap yourself up in his warmth.

You knew he could tell something was up as soon as he saw you, but he knew better than to ask, just letting you get changed into some of his clothes before you watched a few films in bed. You told him you weren’t hungry but he still ordered pizza for the both of you and you ignored the way he smiled at you when you stole a slice out of the box.

The next morning the hurt had vanished, anger now in it’s place as your eyes adjusted around the room. Mason was still asleep but he was stirring so you shut your eyes and pretended you were still sleeping as you weren’t quite ready for his sympathy yet. He didn’t stay in bed long, getting up with a kiss to your cheek as he went downstairs and you could hear him rattling around in the kitchen making the pair of you some food.

The words of Martin yesterday kept repeating throughout your head, how you were nothing without him and it was your look that got you by made you see red and even though you tried to shut them out, you just got more and more angry. Eventually get out of bed to make your way downstairs knowing you’d have to face Mason eventually.

‘Here she is’ he smiled as you walked in but you just gave him a small smile, hoping that would be enough to settle him but you weren’t sure. He was almost done with cooking and soon enough he took your plate over to the breakfast bar and took a seat, pulling your stool out for you and the small act that you’d become accustomed too had you foaming at the mouth.

‘Why do you always do that’ you huffed, pulling the chair out even further before sitting down with a huff, your emotions getting the better of you as you look at him through narrowed eyes but he was staring back with a slight grin that just infuriated you even more.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Pulling chairs out for me, holding doors? I’m not incapable of doing anything for myself’

‘I never said you were’

‘I don’t need you to do all that for me, I’m my own woman I don’t need it’ you told him and you knew you were being mean to him but you couldn’t seem to stop and his usually cheeky smile that you adored was plastered all over his face and irritating you even further. ‘Why are you smiling at me like that’

‘Cause it’s hard to take you seriously about not needing me when you’re wearing my clothes’ he joked but his face softened as soon as he realised you didn’t find it funny. ‘Has something happened?’

‘No’ you told him, but he could see the lies written all over your face.

‘You’ve been quiet since yesterday and now you’re being a meanie’ he pouted, pulling your chair closer to his so he could place his legs either side of yours. ‘I can’t help of you don’t tell me’

‘I don’t need you to fix anything for me I can do it’

‘Hey, I never said you couldn’t’ he told you with a slight laugh as he gripped your jaw to make you look at him. ‘please love, I hate seeing you like this’

A wave of guilt washed over you as you realised you were being unfair to him but you still couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. In the end he simply kissed your forehead before standing up with a small sigh so he could make a start on the washing up and leave you eat on your own.

The kitchen was silent and your appetite was out the window as you stole small glances of Mason from behind. As the minutes passed you felt worse about what you’d said to him until you were eventually getting up and wrapping your arms around his middle.

You felt him relax a bit, sighing lightly before he wiped his hands and turned around in your arms so he could pull you into a hug and you held him tightly until you were ready to pull back and look at him, His face sad but understanding and you hated the fact you’d made him feel that way.

‘Sorry’ you whispered before he leant down to place a soft kiss on your lips, pulling you up by your thighs to sit you on the counter so you could look at him properly.

‘You know you don’t need to act so tough all the time with me’ he told you gently, placing his hands on your thighs ‘I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw you last night’

‘Sorry-‘

‘Shhh, it’s fine’ he whispered, kissing you again. ‘I just want you to know you can talk to me, you know? I’m here for you. Whatever you need’

‘I’m just not used to it. Any of it’ you whispered and his face soften, cottoning on to you meaning not just having someone to talk to, but all the other little gestures that came along with him.

‘I know. But you know it’s all out of love right? I don’t do any of those things because I think you need me to, I do them because I love you’ he whispered.

‘You what?’ You gasped, staring back at his nervous face and pink cheeks, your heart pounding at the words that had just come out of his mouth.

‘I said I love you’ he smiled, sounding more sure of himself this time. ‘And I’m not trying to change you. I love how you’re feisty and how you don’t take shit from anyone. Including me. I don’t want you to be different at all, yeah? I don’t want you to not be you and I hope you don’t think that’s what I’m trying to do’

‘I’m so sorry, I know it may sound stupid but I’m still trying to get my head round it all. Having a boyfriend was never in my plans’

‘I know. And I’m not here to try and take over your life or anything like that. I understand you more than you think and I know you like being in charge of your own life and making your own decisions. I’m just asking if I can stand besides you while you make them. Or behind’ he winked, moving his hands so he could pinch your bum gently and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. ‘Equals, yeah?

‘Yeah’ you whispered.

‘But, if you need me to tone it down a bit, I’ll try. I don’t ever mean to make you feel uncomfortable but it’s just how I was raised you know? Opening doors, holding your chair out for you, buying you flowers or whatever else. That’s how my dad shows my mum he loves her and I just picked up on it I guess but if you don’t like it, I’ll try and stop’ he explained and you felt yourself getting upset. In front of was the best thing that had happened to you in a while, promising that he loved you as you were yet you couldn’t give him the same. Here he stood offering to change himself to fit your needs at the expense of himself and the injustice of it all made your tummy churn.

If he could take you as you were then you could do the same.

‘Mase, no. You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to do that’ you told him, cupping his jaw so you could look him in his eyes. ‘I love you just as you are’ you told him softly and you melted at the way he smiled at you, finally hearing the words he’d been waiting for before he crashed his lips into yours.

‘Really?’

‘I promise. I really do and I don’t want you to change if that’s how you like to show it. I just…’

‘What love?’

‘I don’t like how you make me feel so vulnerable and open’ you laughed, hoping he’d get what you meant but his frowny face made you realised he’d taken it the wrong way. ‘That’s not a bad thing’ you laughed

‘Well it doesn’t exactly sound good’

‘I meant like I can’t pretend with you. You see me for who I am and no one else has done that’ you told him softly. ‘And I hate all this gushy mushy crap, but I can’t seem to help it with you’ you laughed, your heart settling at the way he smiled at you like he understood where you were coming from and he squeezed your thighs in appreciation.

‘I know you secretly love it. You wouldn’t come to me in your hour of need if you didn’t you would of just gone home’ he told you and even though you shook you’re head you knew he was right. You came here yesterday looking for his comfort after a bad day and the realisation made your head spin. ‘What happened yesterday love?’

You took a deep breath, looking up to him with tears in your eyes as you played with your fingers in your lap and you watched his face cloud over in concern. You’d never cried in front of Mason before so he knew something bad must of happened and you felt him hold you just that little bit tighter.

‘I had a really horrible client. Said some really awful things about me and the company like right to my face and I can usually take that sort of stuff but he was awful’

‘Baby’ Mason breathed, wiping under your eyes as your tears finally escaped but you let them fall, no longer worried about looking tough in front of him as you pulled him in for a hug. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Not really’ you spoke into his neck, feeling him pull you into him harder before he rubbed your back soothingly. ‘He made me feel so small and stupid. Like everything I worked for was nothing. All the promises I made for myself about standing up for me and my team just went out the window’

‘What did he say?’

‘Basically that I’m nothing without his money, I’ve only got this far cause I’ve got good tits and that this is the real world and I shouldn’t be playing with my dolls anymore’ you told him, your eyes becoming glassy as you shut them but you felt him go ridged in your arms, the anger oozing from him that someone had spoken to you in that way and he pulled back so he could grip your face gently. ‘You think I’d be used to comments like that now but-‘

‘No no’ he interrupted, his hard eyes looking at you as if he was furious that someone had spoken to you in that way and you felt a wave of relief was through you as your feelings were somewhat validated. ‘You should never expect to be spoken to like that. Not by anyone. I hope you told him where to shove it’

‘Not exactly. I was too shocked but thankfully Carly got security to take him away. He told me I’ll be hearing from his lawyer but he hasn’t got a leg to stand on so hopefully they figure that out and nothing comes from it. I terminated his contract though’

‘Good. That’s the least he deserves’ he told you, kissing your forehead and you smiled for the first time in a while as you felt the love pouring from him as he tried to comfort you. ‘I’m proud of you’

‘I’m not’

‘Why?’ He asked, looking at you confused. ‘Don’t let some idiotic man with a small dick get to you’

‘How do you know what his dick looks like’ you laughed but he just winked at you.

‘I don’t, but it made you smile’ he told you and you rolled your eyes before falling into him, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you to his body as he stroked up and down your back. You couldn’t believe how at home you felt in his arms and how and you relished in the silence. He always knew when to speak and when to let you be and right now in his arms you couldn’t think of anywhere else better than here.

‘Thank you for looking after me’ you whispered and he kissed your forehead softly, letting his lips linger there for a while before he pulled back and gave you a soft smile.

‘Why don’t you let me take you out today? I know it was supposed to be for cuddles but I don’t want you to sit and moap about something that’s not your fault. Wherever you wanna go, we can’

‘I’m not really in the mood’ you told him but you could tell he wanted to make things better for you so you racked your brain to try and think of something, resting your hands on his chest and playing with the neck of his top. ‘There’s that farmers market in the park? Maybe we could have a look round and get some treats or something nice for dinner tonight? We could have a cute little picnic under the stars like we did that one time’ you asked and he smiled sweetly at you whilst nodding his head.

‘Of course. We’ll head out soon yeah? Cause that bakery stall always sells out of the brownies first and I keep missing out’ he told you with a laugh and you pecked him gently with a smile.

‘Thank you’ you whispered ‘for everything. I know i was a hard work at first and I’m still prone to a strop quite clearly but I’m so happy I have you. I’d hate to think what I’d be feeling right now if I was on my own’

‘What are you talking about at first?’ He winked and you tapped him on the shoulder in jest. ‘You’re worth a million strops I promise’ he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘But I’m glad I’ve finally got you too’

Without another word he picked you up by your thighs to walk you out of the room.

‘My breakfast’ you pouted but she shook his head with a smile as he started walking you back up the stairs.

‘Sorry love, brownies are more important’ he told you and you couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you hid your face in his neck. Finally feeling content in the arms of your man.

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look-at-the-soul · 11 months

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Who wore it better?

Cillian Murphy x reader

Anon request- I hope you like this little story 🖤 I loved Cillian’s playful look at the red carpet so much! Thank you for sending this in!Let me know what you think 😉

Glancing at the clock, Cillian realized it was past nine o’clock, his body protested when he stood up so he stretched his arms over his head and called for her. Recalling the memories from last night’s event. He chuckled at Y/N’s enthusiasm over the ceremony, she had been so supportive over the decade he played the part as Tommy Shelby, constantly distracting from his rehearsals, making him laugh or frowning for the things that happened in the show, he was so grateful he met her months before he embarked into the series. When he met her at that UNICEF chat, he never imagined the impact she’d have in his life, both personally and professionally.

Unfortunately, he had no answer from Y/N, so he grabbed the pants he used the morning before and after a quick stop at the bathroom he walked out of the bedroom and was only met by the silver dress she wore last night to the Bafta’s. Memories of the fabric hugging her soft curves, the sequins catching the light beautifully and the way it clung to her body made him feel things.

After the ceremony he couldn’t keep his hands off her thighs and bum, he deliberately brushed her breasts with any ridiculous excuse, but as soon as he closed the door to the apartment, he was all over her, pinning her sweet body against the closest wall, kissing Y/N’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, grinding her hips against his because he couldn’t have enough of her.

The heels she wore in the exact same place where she’d kicked them, desperate to lose everything that was a barrier between their bodies. His trousers pooled close.

As he followed the clothes scattered on the floor, he realized he didn’t see his shirt from last night.

But walking into the small kitchen, he found just what he was looking for. There she was with her back at him making breakfast. And not only that, Y/N was humming and dancing to some tune. So he simply let his eyes roam over her body.

And it was quite a sight; his eyes were devouring the delicate frame from her ankles, then to her bare legs, following to her bum and upper body covered only by his black shirt.

Y/N raised her hands to fix the messy bun she made after waking up, causing the fabric to barely cover anything and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

He had seen her wearing his clothes endless times before. This wasn’t new to him, jumpers, t-shirts, boxers… but there was something unique about that black shirt that made him go feral.

So he walked quietly and wrapping his arms around her waist he placed his lips on her neck, startling Y/N in the process.

“Oh, please don’t stop the show for me.” He took the opportunity when Y/N titled her head to the side to give him better access. “Good morning gorgeous.”

“Hello stranger.” Her body reacted immediately under his soft hands.

“I was looking for this.” He pointed at the shirt when she turned around to face him. An eyebrow raised in a playful way, his eyes wandered down noticing she left a few buttons undone.

“I missed them on purpose, because what was the point?” She explained with a smirk. “I really liked this, it’s too sad you have to return it.” Cillian took the little disheveled tie, pulling it to make her get closer.

“What if we ask the stylist to keep it?” He whispered right before finding then her lips. His kiss was demanding. Because honestly he loved the way it looked on her.

“I’d love that.” He helped her up on the kitchen island opening the shirt completely. “You looked soooo handsome last night.”

She absolutely lost it as soon as he stepped out from the bedroom, everything was perfect; his hair in that weeks-away-from-the-curls she adored, the clothes his assistant sent over, his pampered skin -God bless him for accepting the facial she suggested the previous day-, a couple of buttons of his shirt open and her favorite accessory… the disheveled tie. She was practically drooling.

“I think you win the contest for who wore it better?”

His mouth started a trail of kisses covering her collarbone, neck and breasts, just as one of his hands found the spot where she needed him the most. And that was the last coherent words they expressed as they were focused in something that really mattered.

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b0r3dtod3ath · 7 months

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hi could i please make a request? i did poorly on my last exam and need some cheering up from oscar :(

Hi anon, thank you for the request but more importantly: I'm sorry about your test. Feel free to dm me if you want to talk. Also, just a reminder for everyone: if you want to be added to my anon list just send me a message in inbox containing your nickname or an emoji and your pronouns. (Also omg this photo of Oscar- girl, I'm speachless)

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Warnings: Reader being stressed due to school, hint of basing your self-worth on grades, mention of food and eating.

Word count: 514

You exited the building as fast as possible wanting nothing but to finally meet your boyfriend. You two were to go out after your classes - have a little lunch and then maybe go to one of your places and watch a movie. As soon as he spotted you he knew something was off. He couldn't pinpoint specific details - maybe it was your posture that appeared a bit smaller, maybe it was the anxious look in your eyes or the way your face frowned a bit. He just instantly knew something was not right. "Hi honey" he slowly whispered in your hair as you greeted each other with a tight hug. You felt so fragile and stupid but his arms wrapped around you gave you a hint of comfort. "You want to scratch the lunch and just take takeout to my place?" he asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You just nodded and gave him a small smile.

"So you remember the test that I sat last week?" of course he remembered. He was away but anytime he would Facetime you, your mind went somewhere else. At first, he was a bit bothered about it but quickly understood your mind was occupied with your studies. He never really pursued academics but tried to help you as much as he could - he asked you to simply explain certain terminology (so you would understand things better) or every time you had study sessions he would text you at the top of the hour to remind you to take a break. "So, yeah… I just didn't do well. I don't know what happened… I mean, it just happened" you said as you gazed at your shoes. He noticed your sudden shyness and grabbed your hand "Oh love, I'm sorry you're stressed lately. Let me take care of you. When we come home you take a nice shower and I will organise everything else". As your eyes finally met he planted a kiss on your hand. You did like he said. The hot shower provided a comforting feeling of a cleanse even on the mental side. Oscar's house always gave you a whole lot of comfort. Cotton bedsheets, soft towels, warm lighting and your boyfriend's presence made you ten times calmer. You stepped into the kitchen wearing your PJs - you always had a set at Oscar's. He stood in the kitchen, unpacking the food that had just been delivered. His soft curls lightly bounced as he was moving. He hummed a song that had been stuck in his mind - it was a Lana Del Rey song but he never admits he listens to her songs. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back which caused him to smile.

The rest of the evening was filled with cuddles and low-volume sit-coms. You two were on the couch, two soft blankets covering your bodies, your head rested on his chest as the sound of his heartbeat and his hand stroking your back caused you to fall asleep.

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Special Gifts.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari/Ronal x fem! Daughter! Reader

༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! I’ve never actually requested before, but could I ask for some really fluffy Ronal/Tonowari x child reader? Like a little kid if that’s possible like you can ignore this I’m not expecting anything and now I’m rambling woo + I’m hoping for some fluff where maybe reader made jewelry for Ronal and Tonowari (I feel like everyone I know made dodgy bead bracelets as a kid) out of shells they found in the beach? Like I can see Tonowari just like “yes, my child is so smart omg” like so happy his kid made him a necklace or bracelet or something showing it off to the clan. Ronal gets a headpiece and immediately puts it on like she’s going about her Tsahik duties being terrifying but also she’s wearing a headpiece her child made for her which is adorable but if anyone else but reader comments on it they’re going to die.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. You wanted to show your parents how much you love them, what’s a better way than to make them gifts that they could wear forever.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Threats [not towards you].

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader, Tsahik — healer of the clan, Marui — homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui, Sa’nu — Mommy, Sempu — daddy, Itetsyip — little daughter, Yawntutsyip — darling, little loved one, Irayo — thank you, Akula — shark.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you 🫧 for this cute request, I really hope you liked it. I decided to add Rotxo in this, hope you don’t mind. | This might be bad, I'm sorry. | I'll be working on your other requests which I love btw, the tall req, I'm already thinking of a part 2 for it, I can't wait for you to see what I've planned. | Also pls send your pronouns so I know for future reference. ☺️

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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➱ "Sa'nu! Sa'nu!" you run into the Marui where Ronal is making dinner with Tonowari right behind you smiling at how excited you are.

➱ “Yes ma’itetsyip, I’m right here.” She says as she steps away from the pot and brings you in for a hug which you happily return. “How was your day?” she pulls away to look at you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.

➱ “Sempu and I went looking for more shells and we found a lot.” Ronal smiles and stands and faces her mate as Tonowari steps in and gives her a kiss on her forehead. “Is that so?”

➱ “Mhm, she caught them all by herself.” he ruffles your curly hair which makes you laugh. “What will you do with them now that you have enough?” He looks down at you and you just smile up at him. “I can’t tell you it’s a secret.” You pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key and Ronal couldn’t help but chuckle as she looks from you to Tonowari who has a smile on his face. They didn’t know how they got so lucky to have a wonderful daughter like you, Ronal knew you’d be the best big sister to the little baby boy she was carrying, thoughts like that would bring tears to her eyes which she’d constantly reassure you were happy tears.

➱ The next day, as soon as you woke up, you put all the shells in a bag making sure you got every one of them and kissed both your mother and father before you were on your way to your spot near the beach to start on your projects.

➱ You could have stayed in the Marui but you didn’t want your parents to know what you were doing. You thought since they were hardworking people with not only the job of taking care of the people but had the job of taking care of you so you wanted to make them gifts to show your appreciation.

➱ A necklace for your dad and a headpiece for your mom, you took your time on them so they could at least look a bit presentable, you wanted them to like your gift and maybe wear it forever. As you worked on the necklace, Rotxo made his way over to you, “Hi y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to you, you only took your eyes off it for a second to smile at him. “I’m making gifts for my sa’nu and sempu.” Rotxo smiled back at you and fidgeted with his thumbs a bit. “Do you mind if I stay here with you while you work?”

➱ “Sure, you can keep me company.” A smile appeared on your face, it always did when Rotxo was around, he was the only friend that you found tolerable.

➱ When it was getting late and you had to head back, he’d walk you home and you would joke and laugh all the way there. The next morning, he'd been outside already waiting for you and you both would head down to what used to be just your spot and continue working on the gifts as Rotxo kept you company talking about anything that came to his mind.

➱ The day that you were finished the gifts had come and you grew nervous about finally giving them to your parents, Rotxo reassured you that they would love them and that you should make one for him as well, and that made you smile.

➱ You take a deep breath and put the gifts behind your back and walk into the Marui to find your father cleaning while your mother sat resting her feet. “Sa’nu? Sempu?” you say in a soft voice thinking they won’t hear you but in fact, they do and look in your direction. “Yes, yawntutsyip?” Tonowari smiled as he stopped what he was doing.

➱ “I’m ready to show you what I’ve been working on but first you both must close your eyes first.” They chuckle and close their eyes but before you can do anything, you notice peeking eyes. “Sempu, you’re peeking!” a giggle escaped your mouth. “Okay Okay, my eyes are completely closed.” he laughs, closing his eyes shut and you make your way over to them placing the gifts in their hands.

➱ “Okay, now you can open your eyes.” You watched as their eyes opened and looked down at their hands in awe when they saw the jewelry you made for them. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you for everything you’ve done for not only me but the clan as well.” You look up at your mom who had tears falling down her face. “I mean of course y’all don’t have to wear it, it probably sucks.” You looked down at the ground trying to avoid their faces but you were soon met with both of their arms around you.

➱ “Tonowari, how did we get so lucky with a beautiful talented little girl like you?” She smiles as she lightly pinches your cheeks making you giggle. “Irayo, my sweet girl, these are beautiful and we’ll always treasure them.” She brings you in for another hug as Tonowari smiles and puts the necklace around his neck. “Nothing that comes from you will ever suck,” he says as he joins the hug wrapping tightly around both you and your mother and this would be a moment that you all would remember.

➱ Okay so now let’s get into how they would react after getting the gift + someone commenting on it.

➸ Ronal

➱ The next morning she would get up and get ready to do her job as Tsahik, she smiles when she puts on your gift.

➱ She didn’t care if she was about to do a gruesome job, the constant reminder that her baby is with her wherever she goes makes her happy.

➱ She heads to the healing pod and there’s already someone injured waiting for her.

➱ She’d greet him and he'd do the same and when he finally notices the headpiece on her head, he thinks to himself what a weird thing to wear, and Ronal would notice his heavy stare. “Do you like it? It was made by someone special to me.” She would smile at him as he eyes it again and looks back at her. “It’s kind of weird don’t you think?” He chuckles a bit but goes silent when he sees the smile on Ronal’s face disappear.

➱ “If you don’t want to bleed to death, I suggest you be quiet.” she hisses and looks away from him to continue to prepare the medicinal paste leaving him to be terrified and wishing he kept his mouth shut.

➸ Tonowari

➱ The way he’d wear it with pride as he does his olo’eyktan duties, he’d even smile even harder if possible when he sees you playing with Rotxo.

➱ He’d end up bumping into an old friend of his and they would just stand and catch up when Tonowari made a joke, the friend would playfully punch him in his chest and that’s when he notices the necklace he was wearing, and laughs a bit. “Ronal’s not making A+ jewelry for you.” he laughs til he makes note of Tonowari’s stern face, glaring at him and boy if looks can kill the friend would have been dead right now and fed to an akula.

➱ The friend made a huge mistake, putting his two favorite girls in a joke that would never be funny to him.

➱ “My daughter made this beautiful necklace for me and you dare fun of it.” he steps closer as the friend steps back starting to regret his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Tonowari cuts him off with a hiss, the friend's ears lay flat on his head and his tail drooped in fear. “Leave! I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Tonowari closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the now ex-friend quickly runs away from him. “The nerve of some people.” Tonowari rubs his hand over the necklace and a small smile comes on his face as he thinks of you.

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russellsppttemplates · 8 months

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How bad is it? (Lance Stroll)

Lance is there to help you through another time of the month

Note: english is not my first language. I'm trying to include Lance a little bit more in my blog (if you have any Lance account recommendations, let me know!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as this was a very self indulgent piece, also with the help of three lovely anons (thank you so much for sending the asks in (I choose not to share them as they could be a bit more personal for you))! This is also the second smutty piece I write, as I don't write many because while I love to read them, I don't think I write them that well, but this one just had to be it because it is really relatable and it's also part of it all!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader's period (mentions bleeding, cramps, pains), smut (period sex)

"Are you and Lance doing anything this weekend?", Chloe asked, sipping her coffee while you stirred your tea, "yes, we are both taking Friday off so we can have a long weekend with the bank holiday on Monday. I think he has some things planned, nothing too structured and rather just for us to spend some time together", you smiled, tapping your spoon on the edge of the cup before taking a sip, hoping the warm drink would help you settle your stomach after another dinner with the Strolls where you had a variety of food so wide you're sure you were not the only one who didn't know half of the names of all the foods you had.

When you got home later that night, you got ready for bed, sitting carefully on the bed after putting two of the decorative pillows by your feet so you could prop them up, "are your legs feeling tired?", Lance inquired as he walked out of the ensuite, dress in his sleeping shorts after he also got ready for bed, "a little bit, it was probably the heels I wore today", you noted, opening your arms so you could cuddle and nuzzle your face in Lance's neck, kissing his soft skin, "Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight", he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

Waking up the next morning was not the experience you or Lance had hoped for. Your boyfriend had woken up a little bit earlier so he could get started on breakfast, knowing that he'd have at least a twenty minutes head start before you could notice he was gone from the bed and look for him. On your end, you woke up because of the expected reason, feeling the loss of Lance's body and the heat he provided before you felt the pressure on your lower belly increasing, groaning to cope with it, "please, please, please, not this weekend", you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and confirming that, indeed, your period had arrived. Grabbing your products from the cabinet, you got yourself sorted and then dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Lance's t-shirts before making your way downstairs, smelling what you assumed was pancakes.

Lance was indeed flipping pancakes on the stove, his naked back to you inviting you to curl up against him, making you clear your throat in hopes of not startling him, catching his attention, "I was going to bring this up to the bed", he murmured soflty, turning off the induction stove so the last pancake could finish cooking and then opening his arms to hug you, "Good morning, did you have a good sleep?", Lance said after he kissed your forehead, "Good morning, handsome. I was fine until I woke up and mother nature decided it was time for me to feel like I have a baby dinosaur eating my uterus for breakfast", you groaned, finding some comfort on the warmth radiating off of Lance's skin, "from 1 to 10, how bad is it, my love?", he asked, earning a mumbled "7" from you before your face cringed, "is it the smell of the pancakes?", your boyfriend questioned again, moving the plate away from you once you nodded.

Looking at the fridge, you decided that eggs would be the best option, since the smell of your favourite pancakes currently made you nauseous, "I can make them", you reasoned with Lance, "your pancakes are going to get cold, bub", you insisted, your boyfriend easily taking the bowl and fork you were planning to whisk the eggs in away from you, "breakfast was going to be my treat anyhow, but now that you're not feeling your best, I'm keen to continue with it", he smiled, kissing your forehead and shushing you to sit in one of the stools in the kitchen island, stealing glances once in a while.

While Lance ate his chocolaty pancakes, you ate your toast with scrambled eggs, "so, what are the plans for today?", you asked, "you said you wanted to do that trail by the forest, and it looks like it's a good day for i-", you began suggesting, remembering his excitement when he came back from a run and suggested that you would join in someday for a walk along the trail, "Y/N, I was planning on having a weekend cuddled up to you, doing whatever you wanted to do inside, and since your monthly cycle has greeted you earlier, I'm especially not going to suggest, much less take you, to do that trail, okay?", he interrupted you, his hand joining yours on the cold stone counter top, "I know you like the back of my hand, and while I appreciate that you want to do something I liked and suggested we do, I also want to take care of you and let you rest, because I bet the last thing on your mind is putting on leggings and going for a walk outside", he finished his rant, eyes sparkling at your blushing cheeks, "yes, I was hoping you'd want to stay in", you mumbled, puckering your lips so he could kiss them, "this weekend was always going to be about us, so cuddles and kisses it is".

Sitting in the living room sofa, Lance picked out a comedy show you both liked to watch, having spent enough time on it to the point where you know most of the lines already. It was all fine until your boyfriend's hand, that had been rubbing circles on your lower belly, began rubbing wider circles and accidentally touched your boobs, "fuck, Lance!", you hissed, your hand moving to where his was previously, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!", your nervous boyfriend scrambled, "they're very sensitive, more so than usual", you explained, trying to soften the concerned crease on his forehead, "I know they look good, but you might have to stay away from them for a little bit", you teased him, relief overcoming you when you finally saw him smile.

After havin lunch, you felt good enough yo help Lance tidy the kitchen, despite his initial concern that it would make your back pain and cramps worse. You were putting the last plates on the cabinet when you felt the first cramp since earlier in the morning, slowly getting back up and resting your hands on the counter top, trying to soothe the pressure by rocking your hips on slow circles, "Are you okay, sweetheart?", Lance asked when he saw you, putting the table cloth in its designated drawer and approaching you, his hands on your hips, "My cramps have started again", you groaned, turning around so you could steal a cuddle from Lance, supporting your chin on his sternum and looking up at him, "how bad is it?", he asked, "about a seven, eight maybe, they're picking up", you mumbled, "is there anything I can do for you?", he questioned, "some cuddles would be nice right now", you suggested, pushing him to your shared bedroom.

Even though you had to get up a few times to use the bathroom since your flow was always heavier around the first few days, the cuddles and the nap you took helped distract you from the uncomfortable pressure on your tummy that had been building up.

"Do you have your products or do I have to pop to the store?", he asked gently, "I have enough, thank you. I stocker up last month", you reasoned, "but I was wondering if we have everything to make a carbonara? I just remembered it exists and now I can't stop thinking about it", you blushed. "I saw them all this morning, I think we do, yes. So, no sweet cravings this month?", he pointed out, "so far, no. At least I didn't steal your pancakes and you can't blame me for making you eat sugary things this month", you winked, "I did that once! The rest of the times I have mastered the art of hiding it from the nutrition team!".

By the end of the night, you were back in bed, tummy full of good food and waiting for Lance to come up and joing you, "I warmed this up", Lance announced as he walked inside the bedroom room, your wheatbag on his arm while he carried a tray with some water and snacks on it, "I also have some meds here in case it doesn't help", putting the wooden board on top of your nightstand and sitting beside you, "I thought I was out of them", you looked at the box, "I noticed you were running out and bought another box when I came back from the factory the other day, just forgot it in my car", he explained.

Opening your arms, you managed to just about lace them around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours so you could kiss him everywhere your lips could reach, "thank you, my love. I would've been miserable if I didn't have you here today", you pushed him to be closer to you, cuddling once again in his chest while he ran his hand along your back, often kissing the top of your head.

When Lance noticed you were falling asleep, he tapped your arm so he could have a little bit of your attention, "I know the bag is still warm, but if at any point it stops working, the tray has your meds, some water and snacks of it gets too much during the night, okay? And wake me up if you need anything", he tutted, earning a nod of confirmation from you and then a kiss to his naked chest.

Waking up was a slightly better experience that it had been the morning before, feeling Lance's body heat against your own, the wheatbag long forgotten on the floor. Somewhere around three in the morning, you had to wake up to change your pad and take one of the pills with Lance's help, since you couldn't help the lightheaded feeling that overcame you, "I'm sorry you feel like this, gorgeous. But I'm here for whatever you need", he comforted.

Laying with your back to Lance's chest, it was not difficult to figure out that you were in fact feeling his morning wood. Unlike last month, where you wouldn't allow Lance to even touch your tummy without you having a shirt on because you just didn't feel that great and felt a tad bit gross, this time around you were turned on by it. Wiggling closer to him, you turned yourself around so you could face him, kissing his neck in hopes of slowly waking him up, "to what do I owe the pleasure of being waken up like this?", your boyfriend's croaky morning voice rasped, his hands coming to hold your waist as pulling you impossibly closer to him, "I woke up to this", you palmed his erection through his sleeping shorts, "and I have my very handsome and amazingly wonderful boyfriend right next to me in bed", you carried on, hands feeling the muscles contract on his abdomen, "and I'm a bit horny too, all these hormones are making me very needy", you gulped, finishing with a kiss to Lance's throat.

Moving his hand under your pyjama top, Lance continued to nip kisses anywhere he could, "do you want to keep this here?", he asked, pulling his face away enough so you could look at eachother in the eye, "can we move this to the shower? It will be less messy", you suggested, your boyfriend not allowing any of the embarrassment features that framed your face stay any longer, nodding and kissing your lips passionately before he took you to the en suite, turning on the shower while you sorted yourself out from the night before, helping you take off your clothes so you could both get inside.

The warm water was helping your bodies loosen up, hands roaming on the other's body, feeling and leaving caresses as his fingers travelled to your hips, one hand holding you in place against the cold tiled wall as his hand moved to touch your clit, "Would you like me to play with your boobs too? Or are they still to sensitive?", your boyfriend asked lovingly, his hand that was holding you in place now free and caressing the side of your chest, "they hurt still", you mumbled, enjoyed the way his fingers danced on your skin.

Lance hummer against your throat, enjoying how you were squirming under his small and simple touches. His fingers returned back to your waistline, rubbing your soft tummy in circles before dipping them further down, quickly finding your clit, making you gasp. By now, every little touch and feel of him was turning you on, the smallest touches bringing your nerve endings to erupt like fireworks. His touches were soft but skilled, leading you to arch your back from the wall, your sensitive nipples grazing Lance's skin, earning an hiss and a whisper from Lance, "careful, bub, dont do anything that can hurt you", he whispered, moving a hand to soothe the sharp pain. Whimpers left your mouth while you felt your tummy tightening, the pressure increasing, “you're doing so well, Y/N”, Lance muttered against your neck, smirking against the skin while you only concentrated on his fingers. You were so close already, clit twitching under his touch from his touches, combining the right amount of pressure and flicks, the small circles and the feel of his hands on your torso bringing you closer as your legs bent slightly.

"Are you close, Y/N?", he asked, seeing you were out of breath, and the way your body was reacting was enough for him to know your answer, "it's okay, my love, you can let go. I've got you", he whispered on your ear, your moans delicious in his own before you let go. You allowed your fingers to hold onto his strong neck when you couldn't trust your legs to hold you up given the knot in your stomach that was starting to unravel. Your boyfriend's name spilled out of your mouth like a mantra, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the orgasm's intensity. You tried your best to gain your breath back, feeling Lance kiss your shoulders and neck, "are you okay?", he questioned, his hand that was not supporting your legs moved forward caress your back, "yeah", you managed to croak out, smiling against his skin when you heard yourself.

As your eyes fluttered open, you turned to look at Lance, seeing him smile while his eyes were wide, making you place a kiss on his lips, "it was so good, Lance, so good", you whispered like it was a secret you wanted to keep between you two. Forcing your legs to the floor, you regained control over your body, seeing Lance switch the shower from its top part to the detachable head, "you want me to?", he gestured to the running water, earning a small nod from your. The water felt amazing against your skin, holding Lance's hand so he could allow you to run water along where his hands just were, not expecting the area to be so sensitive still, another hiss leaving your lips followed by a mewled moan, "still sensitive?", he joked making you swat his chest, "c'mon, let me wash your hair", he tried his best to divert your attention away from his aching cock, "I want to make you feel good, too", you tempted, your hand travelling down from his belly button, "if you want to, though. If you think it's too gross or you don't want to, it's fine, I'm sorry I eve-", you were interrupted by a breathtaking kiss, only splitting so you could breathe, "Y/N, there isn't a moment in which I don't want to be inside you or having you wrapped around me, so if you're up to it, I'm all in", he smirked, "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable with it", he finished, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles one by one.

Smiling, you hoisted your leg up on his hip, his own hand holding your leg in place while his other guided himself to your entrance, “if at any point you don't feel good or it hurts, yiu tell me, okay?", Lance mumbled against your shoulder, warming you up before he thrusted his hips up, sinking his cock into you. Sex with Lance was always amazing, but maybe it was your increased sensitivity, the moans and gasp you let out indicating it. From being in your period and your previous orgasm, everything felt better, stronger, deeper. You could feel every every vein of his cock sliding against your walls as he slid in inch for inch, slowly and pleasurably, “I love you so much, Y/N”, Lance moaned as he bottomed you out, making you tap his shoulder impatiently, wanting to feel him filling you up again and again, moans leaving your mouths as he began to move in a slow pace.

“It feels so good, my love, you're so tight for me”, Lance moraned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and sending bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

His hand looked for yours, pinning it against the tiled wall, and when he felt your leg drop down, a sign that you were no longer to keep it up on your own, Lance hoisted you up completely, helping lace your legs on his hips, his movements feeling even better as they touched the particular spot inside you that made you see stars, "it's better this way", you whimpered, letting him know he could carry on.

He hummed as your lips met, your arms wrapping around his back safely and holding him closer to you as you felt yourself nearing climax again. Lance was nearly there too, his breathing uneven, thrusts growing sloppy and a little less precise, “are you going to cum for me, beautiful?”, he asked, pulling back from your lips only slightly.

You mumbled an affirmative answer, followed by a moan that confirmed Lance's suspicions, and with one last thrust, you came again, feeling Lance's own release as he groaned against your neck, mumbles of praises your name leaving his mouth.

You stayed like that for a while until Lance tapped your thigh, silently asking you if you were okay to stand on your own feet, making you drop to stand, still rubbing circles on his back, enjoying the closeness of his body to yours, feeling his kisses on your skin.

"I'm going to grab the shower head and I'm going to point it to the area between us, okay?", you asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend who managed to get it to you, turning on the water so the whole situation that had happened could just flush down the drain, "Oh, you're squeezing me so well, fuck, Y/N", he said, "I thought you'd be more sensitive", he reasoned, making you blush, "I am, but I'm also aware that this area probably looks like a murder zone and the less we see of that, the better", you reasoned back, chuckling when Lance kept looking into your eyes, "best look at you then. Luckily, it's something I could do forever", he smirked.

"There, see? All good, my love", Lance said once only clear water was running to thw drain, "how bad is it?", he asked, craddling your face with his hand. Smiling, you hugged your boyfriend once more, resting your chin in his sternum and looking up at him, "almost zero", you kissed his jaw, "I love you, Lance. Thank you", you said, your boyfriend shaking his head, "you don't need to thank me, okay? It's bad enough you have to go through the pain, it's my job to do the best that I can to help you with it", he mumbled, kissing your lips before grabbing your shampoo bottle, turning around so he could start washing your hair.

"I feel a lot better now, do you still want to go on that walk?", you questioned Lance while you towell dried your hair in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom. Chuckling, Lance approached you, hugging your from your back and rubbing circles on your tummy. You seemed to have not forgotten that he wanted to go on that walk, but he also noticed that even going up the stairs tired you out, "I've seen how much you struggle with going up the stairs", Lance reasoned despite your insistence to do something for him and that he wanted to do, owning up to it, "I feel like I have elephant legs all of a sudden, it's like I'm carrying a baby elephant on each of my knees", you mumbled, "so why don't I give you a massage? Henry sometimes helps me when I have restless legs", he forwarded, "I promise I'll do my best", your boyfriend suggested, making you take off your leggings and lay on the mattress while he got your favourite body oil.

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rosicheeks · 2 years

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Shoutout to my dear darling anon for gifting me paints from my wishlist 🥺

#to my dear dear darling anon #I know I’ve said it a billion times by now but thank you so so SO much for everything #(the paints/lingerie/and most importantly all the love and support ❤️)#you my dear are a true gem 💎❤️#here are 2 paintings I made tonight while I was battling my migraine #i used the new paints and ahhhh I love them so so much!#the bottom one is a big one #don’t ask me the dimensions cause I have no clue haha #but in the pictures they look the same size but really the rainbow one is double the size of the blue one #anywayyyy #I wanted to show them off 😇#if anyone has cute names for my etsy shop let me know cause I’m a dumbass and can’t think of any good names hahaha #a name is the most important thing #took me ages to come up with rosicheeks #ok shutting up now #but seriously darling anon ❤️ you are so so so lovely! I can’t thank you enough babe 🥺#sending you ALL my love and hugs and kisses #and like I said if you ever want to join my snap or want some content with the lingerie or a custom painting lmk!#I would love to spoil you because you’ve been spoiling me 🥺❤️#thanks again lovely 🥰#darling anon #mine #rosicheeks

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spidybaby · 11 months

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Begin Again | Part Four

Summary: It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: It's been a long time, but here it is. Love you all for being so patient and sweet with all the messages and anons asking me if I was okay and sending me love while I was sick 😭❤️ sorry if I didn’t answer, I wasn't that much on my phone but I'm thankful for all the messages and love you send me 😣💛

Dedicated to: @gaviandgrizisgirl because she motivate me to write and post this as quickly as possible. Luv you 💛✨️ (btw go read her work, is amazing, you'll love it 😀❤️)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

17:45 p.m.

"Déjame ayudarte con eso, " Elena says. As she picks up the straightener, she is as nervous as you are. "Estoy tan emocionada, yo te ayudarme a planear la boda. Ahhhh!" (Let me help you with that. I'm so excited, I'm helping you plan the wedding)

You smile at her, your words are out due to being nervous. You feel like throwing up but weren't.

You made a small talk about something she was promoting while she was straightening the last piece of hair. That was cut off by the baby monitor announcing that your baby was done with cocomelon.

"Ya, ya, ya voy, mi amor." (I'm coming, love)

You finish with the hair as your son begin crying for attention.

"Ay ya mijo, no te puedes entretener solo? Andamos ocupadas." Elena says, picking him. He stops crying, looking at her with a confused expression. "Ya ves? Todo bien. Hoy tenemos pijamada, usted se duerme en el lado izquierdo y yo el derecho." (Omg baby, can't you entertain yourself? We're busy. You see? Everything's fine. Today, we have a slumber party, you'll sleep on the left side and I'll sleep on the right one)

You laugh at her. She's so special to him.

"Vente, solo me haré algo natural de maquillaje." You say picking your products, barely any, some concealer, powder, blush, waterproof mascara (that's essential). (Come here, I'll just do some light makeup)

18:50 p.m.

"Bueno, ya quedó. Dejo todo ahí en la cocina y me voy corriendo antes que llegue." Fernando says, throwing some used napkins. He prepared some pasta, your favorite actually, and he helped Pedro pick some nice outfit for the night. (Okay, it's done. I'll leave everything in the kitchen, and I'm out before she arrives)

Pedro hugged his brother, thanking him for the help. He was nervous, and Fer knew it.

"Tranquilo chaval. Todo irá bien" Fer palms his back and walk to the door. "Pedro, me llamas mañana a primera hora para contarme como te fue, si?" (Relax, everything is going to be fine. Pedro, call me first thing in the morning and tell me everything.)

Pedro nods, nervous at the time, and at everything.

"Por cierto," he says. Before the door closes. Pedro looks confused at him, waiting for him to speak. "Te deje unos condones en el nochero." He winks and laughs, noticing his brother blushing like crazy. "Te quiero niño, adiós." (By the way, I left some condoms on your nightstand. Love you, kiddo, bye)

18:59 p.m.

"Bien, me voy," you say as you spray some perfume, his favorite as you recall. You were done with the feeding and ready to leave. "Adiós amorcito, mami te va a extrañar mucho." You kiss him several times on both cheeks. "Si te da problemas, en serio llámame, aun que no creo que despierte, si lo hace hay leche que recien me saqué en la nevera, solo calientala y dale eso." (Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, my love, mommy's going to miss you so much. If he gives you problems, please call me, even tho I don't think he wakes up. If he does, there's fresh pumped milk in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and feed him)

"Ay ya largate." Elena says, pushing you to the door. "Te deje unos condones en la bolsa, la de la izquiera, no quiero otra sorpresita" (Omg, just go. I put some condoms on your purse, left bag. I dont want another surprise)

"Qué?" You look at her confused.

"Shh, adiós mami." She says, making Polo wave his hand.

You shake your head, smiling at her.

But when you open your door, the one surprised is you.

"Mamá? " You open your eyes all the way, you didn't invite her, you didn't call her. Why was she there? "Qué haces acá?" (What are you doing here?)

"Nena, que guapa. Te traje una carbonara, tu favorita de tu restaurante favorito en Barcelona. Sé que la última vez que nos vimos no te portaste tan bien conmigo pero, hijos. Ya entenderas cuando Polito crezca." She says, pushing you to enter. (Baby, how pretty. I brought you some pasta carbonara, your favorite from your favorite restaurant in Barcelona. Even tho the last time we saw each other, you weren't so nice, but you know, kids. You'll get it when Polito grows up)

You scuff. You weren't nice? What about her? Saying how Pedro was going to take your son away. How you were going to go back crying to them for help.

"Mamá, voy de salida. Gracias por traer la pasta. Elena se la puede comer o te la puedes llevar." You say grabbing her by the arms just in time. She was about to grab Polo from Elena's arms. (Mom, I'm actually on my way out. Thanks for the pasta. Maybe Elena can eat it, or you can take it back)

You grabbed the pasta from her, leaving it on the little table beside the door.

"Pero si vas de salida, entonces déjame cuidar a mi nieto, nadie mejor que una mamá para cuidar de los bebés de su bebé." She tries to enter one more time. "Y/n, quítate." (But if you're on your way out, I can take care of my grand baby. Nobody like mommy to take care of her baby's baby. Y/n, get out of the way.)

"No."

"No?" She scuffs "acaso te volviste loca? Que te pasa? Tu no eres así, nunca me habías hablado así" she looks at you with this hurt expression, one you usually fell for, but not this time. (Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? You're not like that. You never spoke to me like that)

You grabbed your doorknob as you take some steps, making her step back. "Mamá, voy de salida y Elena va a cuidar a Polo, voy tarde. Adiós." (Mom, I'm on my way out, Elena is taking care of Polo. I'm already late, goodbye)

You kissed her cheek and walked to your car. You turned it on. She was still standing on the same place.

You picked up your phone, texting Elena to not let her in, no matter what.

You notice the time. Already 19:10

"Me cago en la." You say as you drive off your house.

19:16 p.m.

"Mierda" Pedro says, looking at his phone, you were not someone who was late to almost anything.

He calmed himself, thinking maybe is the traffic, maybe she went for gas, maybe she's nervous and driving slowly. Maybe there was some roadwork and she had to take another street.

His mind began to overthink against him. And just in time, the doorbell saves him from his own mind.

He runs to the front door and takes a look of himself in the mirror he has there. "Bien, como dijo Fer, todo estará bien," he say to himself. The walk to the door is a quick one. He takes a few breaths before opening. (Okay, like Fer said, everything is going to be fine)

When he opened the door, nothing prepared him for the view. Even though you didn't change much, there was something different. You looked more beautiful. The way your hair is done looks stunning. The way your smile is shining is like no other.

Not to say your body, you were slimmer than the last time, more here, less there but the same one he loves.

"Dios, estas preciosa," he says without thinking. "Perdón, hola." He shakes his head as you laugh. "Hola va primero, pasa por favor." (Gosh, you look beautiful. Sorry, hi. Hi, is it first)

"Hola, Pepi." You say walking inside. "Tu también te vez muy bien." You laugh. (You look amazing, too)

"Venga, vamos adentro." He closed the door. (C'mon, let's go inside)

He doesn't know if his actions are some muscle memory or if his brain is not coordinating the best. But when he extended his arm for you to take his hand like he used to, at first he didn't notice, but after a few seconds and your hesitation. He slowly pulled back.

But, before he could, and for his surprise, you did take his hand.

"Vamos." You say smiling at him. (Let's go)

The smile on his face is the biggest he ever had since the last time you were together.

That was something everyone noticed. His smile wasn't the same, his was always so into his mind.

"Tienes hambre? Fer me ayudo a preparar tu comida favorita." He says, guiding you to the kitchen. (Are you hungry? Fer helped me cook your favorite food)

You nod smiling, knowing how good that must taste.

Fernando was one of the best chefs you have ever known. He even opened his own restaurant. It was amazing, and he was so successful.

"Mucha. De hecho." You begin talking, but stop when you realize what you were about to say. (Yes, actually...)

Normally, your way of talking was mom on if someone asked you, "You hungry?" You would say,"Yes, breastfeeding makes me hungry." Which is what was about to happen.

"De hecho qué?" He asks, serving the pasta.

"De hecho, tu sabes, yo siempre tengo hambre." You laugh, hoping that was good enough. (Actually, you know, I'm always hungry)

He laughs, nodding "cuándo volviste?" He says, grabbing both plates. "Acá o en el comedor?" He asks you. (When did you come back? Here or at the table?)

"Acá esta bien, déjame ayudarte con eso." You say taking two cups and serving some water. (Here it's okay, let me help you with that)

He places the plates down, picks some forks and napkins.

"Queres vino? Tengo uno buenisimo que te va a encantar, o prefieres algún cóctel? Sé hacer unos ufff, Robert me enseñó." (Do you want some wine? I have a really good one, you'll love it. Or do you prefer a cocktail? I know how to make some, ufff, Robert taught me)

Normally, you used to drink wine or a cocktail when you had dinner dates or when you were around him watching a movie or spending time together.

But the feeding was something that had you at cero alcohol. You pretend to get a text just to Google if one glass was okay. Maybe not? You didn't think about that.

"Amm, déjame responder esto rápido, perdón, el trabajo." You say nervously. He nodded, not taking too much care. (Let me answer this quickly. Sorry, it's from work)

A quick Google search taught you that you could, but had to pump and throw that milk away because that's where the alcohol would be.

"Perdón, deja lo pongo en no molestar." You say, now more relaxed. "Un poco de vino no matará a nadie." You joke, making him laugh. (Sorry, let me put it on. Don't disturb. A little wine never killed nobody)

Once you both sit down and begin eating, you notice how different he is. The beard was more prominent, more styled, too. He has this more prominent dark bag under his eyes. This guy never rests.

"Me gusta tu barba, esta más estilizada y te sienta mucho más." You say honestly, "pero sabes, debes dormir más, qué son esas ojeras Pedro? Te pasas jugando hasta tarde de nuevo?" (I like your beard. It's more stylish and it fits you so well. But you know, you need to sleep more. What are those bags under your eyes? Are you playing video games till the morning again?)

He rolls his eyes. "Ay mamá, pero primero me halagas y luego me matas, venga que deja que el vino haga efecto preciosa." (But you first compliment me and then trash talk me, at least let the wine get into my system baby.)

You both laugh.

And it feels good. Being like this again. Being so close and able to joke without worrying.

The jokes continue. You both know you have a talk, but you want to enjoy the beginning of the night first.

"Déjame ayudarte." You take both plates and take them to the sink and wash them. (Let me help you)

He looks at the way you're washing the dishes, even when it's a completely normal thing to do. You doing it for the first time in so long was something he couldn't believe.

"Pedro," you say, noticing how lost he is. "Estas bien?" (Are you okay?)

"Si si si, quieres ir a la sala? Ahí estaremos más cómodos." He's nervous, and so are you. (Do you want to go to the living room? We will be more comfortable there)

You nod, walking to the living room.

Your heart is beating faster.

Your hands are sweating.

Or was that the water you didn't dry?

Guess you can blame the water.

"Yo quiero"

"Necesito decir"

You both talk, laugh at how coordinated that was.

"Vamos preciosa, comienza tu." (C'mon baby, you go)

You opened your mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Even when you practice how you were going to say the things you want to say. Nothing.

"Okay, entonces voy yo." He laughs, trying to make you feel less nervous. You nodded. "Bien, no es fácil poner todo en palabras y perdón si la cago, créeme que estoy jodidamente nervioso y siento que el puto corazón me va a salir del pecho. Y, la verdad no sé ni por qué empecé diciendo esto, creo que, ammm, Okay." (Okay, so my turn. It's not easy to put everything into words, and I'm sorry if I fucked up, believe me I'm fucking nervous and I feel like my fucking heart is going to burst out of my chest. And to be honest, I don't know why I'm saying that. I think that, ammm, okay)

He pauses, breathing deeply.

"Perdón," he says, looking at you. "Por haberte dejado tan de la nada. Se que fui una mierda contigo y créeme que no fue como lo planeé. Yo en serio no quería lastimarte." (Sorry, for leaving you so out of nowhere. I know I was a piece of shit with you, and believe me, it was not how I planned it. I didn't mean to hurt you)

"Y por qué lo hiciste?" You ask, eyes never leaving his. (So, why did you?)

"Porqué fui un cobarde, porqué no puse tus sentimientos o los míos primero, porqué dejé que otros dictarán nuestro futuro y me arrepiento tanto. Si tuviera una maquina del tiempo regresaría a esa noche y cambiaría todo." (because I was a coward, because I didn't put your feelings and mine first, I let others dictate our future, and I regret that. If I had the chance, I would go back in time and change everything)

"A qué te refieres con qué dejaste que otros dictaran nuestro futuro?" No te entiendo. (What do you mean you let others dictate our future? I don't get it.)

"Es a lo único a lo que le prestaste atención?" He asks, trying to change the subject. (It's the only thing you paid attention to?)

"Pedro," you say with that tone he knows, that mom tone when you won't take his bullshit for an answer.

"Venga que al menos dime que me perdonas." He tries again, failing. (C'mon, at least tell me you forgive me)

"Pedro, responde mi pregunta." You say downing your tone a little bit more.

He shakes his head. He didn't want to tell you about that conversation with your father, but another lie is not the best way to go now.

"Mira, tú padre y yo hablamos. Y él estaba tan seguro que tú me dejarías y yo solo quería la jodida bendición. Por qué no me dijo si y luego me odio en secreto? Joder, preciosa lo siento tanto, yo no debí escucharle pero sus palabras se sintieron como putas puñaladas y tu no querías irte a Portofino. Y tu ibas a decir que no. Tenías un futuro tan brillante delante de ti y yo solo era un jugador de fútbol. (Look, your father and I had a talk. He was so sure you'll leave and I was just looking for the fucking blessing, why couldn't he just smile and hate me in secret? Fuck, baby I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have, but his words hit me like fucking daggers, and you did wanted to go to Portofino, and you were going to say no. You had a bright future ahead, and I was just a football player. Your dad was right)

"Pedro, espera."

You didn't get that much because of how fast he was talking, but enough for you to understand.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You ask. (My dad told you what?)

You weren't going to imply that he was lying, but you needed to know if what you heard was right.

"Tu padre y yo." He tries, but you interrupted him.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You repeat getting up from the couch.

"Preciosa, por favor sientate." He tries to grab your arms, wanting to calm you down.

"No, Pedro." You back away. "Dime que me estás mintiendo." You can feel the tears. "Pedro, por favor." (Tell me you're lying.)

He cursed mentally at himself. He didn't want to lose you again.

"Y/n, por favor. Déjame explicarte." He's up now, eyes asking for permission to touch you.

"Es solo que. Si él te dijo eso. Entonces todo lo que me dijo a mi fueron mentiras." You say shocked. "Todo este tiempo él me dijo que eras un imbecil por haberme lastimado. Como nos miraba juntos y como estaba con el corazón roto por no vernos juntos en el futuro." You were in a shock moment. "Entonces, todo eso. Todo lo que hice. Todo fue por sus mentiras?" (is just, if he told you that. Then, all the words he told me were just lies. All this time, he told me you were an asshole for hurting me. How he saw us together and how heartbroken he was by us not getting a future together. Then all of that. All I did was. It was because of his lies?)

You tried to take deep breaths.

All the times he let you cry on his shoulder. All the words. All for nothing.

And then he, let you be alone your whole pregnancy, give birth without Pedro.

"Preciosa. Respira por favor." Pedro says, his hands on yours trying to help you breathe. (Baby, breathe, please.)

You shake your head no, you weren't mad at him but at your father.

You free your hands and grab your purse. You needed an explanation. And you were getting one.

"Es que me va a escuchar." You storm out of the house, Pedro calling your name and trying to get you before leaving. "No," you say as he grabs your arm.

"No te voy a dejar ir así." He closed the door back again. "Por favor, vamos a calmarnos."

"Es que no lo entiendes. No sabes lo que hice y ahora más que nunca sé que me vas a odiar por haberlo hecho. Pero no puedo quedarme así." You say, freeing your arm and quickly opening the door. (You don't get it. You don't know what I did. And know I know you'll hate me it. But I can't just let this go)

"Joder, que no te vas a ir." He says, taking your keys. "Mira, no sé que hiciste pero yo jamas te voy a odiar. Por favor, Y/n vamos adentro y hablamos. Cuando te calmes te puedes ir." (Fuck, you're not leaving. Look, I don't know what you did, but I'll never hate you. Please, let's go inside and talk. When you're calmer, you can leave)

"Ven conmigo entonces." You say, grabbing his arm and pushing him to the drivers side. "Te prometo explicarte todo." (Come with me then. I promise I'll explain everything)

He wasn't sure, but he knew how stubborn you're and how you weren't getting back inside.

"Ve por las llaves y cierra la puerta de la casa." He sighs. (Go get the keys and close the door)

While he enters the car, you run back inside and search for the keys where you know he always left them.

Grabbing them and running back outside he has the car on and ready.

"Te recuerdas donde queda la casa de mis padres?" You say grabbing your phone. Texting you father to know if he was home. (Do you remember where my parents' house is?)

"Estas segura?" He asks, really not sure about this whole plan you just thought. "Mira, podemos manejar un rato y así nos calmamos." (Are you sure? Look, we can drive for a while, and we can calm down)

"Pedro, por favor. Hazme caso a mi esta vez." You say as you get a message back saying he was home. (Pedro, please. Listen to me this time)

He didn’t say more.

The drive was quick, something he didn't appreciate.

When he parked outside, you quickly took your seat belt off, running to the door. Thankfully, you still had the key.

"Papá." You scream. "Papá."

You went to his office, he was always there.

"Y/n? Que haces acá?" Your mom says once she sees you. (What are you doing here?)

"Tú sabías?" You ask, angry. "Mamá, tú sabías que Papá le dijo a Pedro que me dejará para yo irme a Italia?" (Did you know? You knew dad told Pedro to break up with me so I could go to Italy)

Your mom stayed quiet.

"Lo sabías" you say. (You knew)

"Calmate, todo tiene explicación." She says, getting closer. (Calm down, everything has an explanation)

"No te me acerques." You say in a tone of voice you didn't even recognize. (Stay away from me)

"Qué carajos esta pasando en esta casa?" You dad says as he approaches both of you. "Y/n mi amor por que gritas?" (What the hell is going on in this house? Y/n, baby, why are you yelling?)

You had to calm yourself. You wanted to slap him. Hurt him. But no, he was your father. And as much as you want to you won't.

"Explicame algo." You say. "Por qué me dijiste que estabas tan triste por mi ruptura con Pedro cuando tú." You say putting your finger on him. "Tú le pediste que me dejara, cuando tú le dijiste que no era suficiente para mí?" (Explain something to me, why did you say you were so sad for my break up with Pedro when you ask him to leave me? You told him he wasn't enough for me)

"No sé de lo que hablas." He says, pushing your hand away. "Estas bien? Te miro alterada, quieres un té?" (I don't know what you're talking about, are you okay? I see you're upset. Do you want some tea?)

"No te atrevas," you say, backing off a little. "Ya sé todo, al menos se hombre para admitirlo." (Don't you dare. I know everything. Be man enough to admit it)

"No me hables así, para empezar." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "Y si lo hice, qué? Yo quería más para ti, no un tipo que se gana la vida pegandole al balón." (Don't talk to me that way. If I did, what about it? I wanted more for you. Not just some dude that makes his bag from kicking a ball)

"Y qué?" You scuff "estas loco? Ustedes dos me manipularon para que yo pensara que Pedro estaba detrás de todo esto, que ya no me amaba. Y para qué? Por sus estúpidos estandares?" (What about it? Are you out of your mind? You two manipulate me into thinking Pedro was behind all of this. You make me believe he didn't love me and for what? For your stupid standars?)

"No son solo estándares, piensa las cosas niña, en serio esperabas que dejáramos que jodieras tu vida? Pagamos cantidades absurdas para que fueras a la mejor universidad solo para que fueras la esposa de un futbolista." He fake laughs. (They're not only standars, think this through kid, were you expect us to let you fucked up your life like that? Paying stupid amounts for you to go to the best college just to settle down to be a footballer wife?)

"Era mi vida," you scream. "mi vida, y ustedes no tenian por que quitarmela." (It was my life, my life. And you don't get to take that away from me.)

"Y/n por favor, cálmate, dejanos explicarte." She tries to hold you, but you push her away. (Y/n, please, calm down, let us explain everything to you)

"No lo entiendes." You say. "No entiendes nada, mamá." (You don't get it. You don't get it, mom)

"Claro que si. Amor por favor."

"No me toques" you yell at her. "Me dais asco." (Don't touch me. You both disgust me)

"Ya basta! Deja el drama." Your dad says as if is nothing. (Oh, stop it. Stop the drama)

You laugh, shaking your head. They don't get it.

"No es drama, papá." You say as the words come out with venom. "Ustedes me manipularon para pensar que todo fue distinto. Mierda, me la pase sola." You cry. (It's not drama, dad. You both manipulated me into thinking everything was different. Shit, you let me be alone)

"No estuviste sola, estábamos contigo. Paulo, Elena, tu papi y yo." You mom says.

"No, no es a lo que me refiero. Me dejaron estar sola nueve meses. Y tú." You point at your mom. "Me convenciste de no decirle nada, de que sola estaba mejor. Y yo te creí, porque pensé que él ya no me quería." You were crying badly at this point. (No, that's not what I meant. You both let me be alone for nine months. And you. You convinced me into not saying anything because I was better alone. And I believed you because I thought he didn't love me anymore)

You clean your tears. They weren't worth it. They don't even care.

"Por ustedes Pedro no conoce a nuestro hijo." You say sadly. "Por ustedes se perdió tantas cosas de nuestro hijo." (Because of you, Pedro doesn't know our child. Because of you, he missed so many things of our child)

"Nuestro qué?" (Our what?)

You feel how the air is stuck in your throat.

You turn around. Here he is, keys in one hand, purse in the other.

"Pedro."

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