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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬—𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

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pairing: dr. michael robinavitch x female ob/gyn attending! reader

genre: hidden pregnancy…maybe? angsty, building up for that confrontation...

notes: omg never get two concussions within a six month period, 0/10 do not recommended. Not gonna lie, this was a bitch to write, but i like it. can't wait for the next part :)

word count: 4.9 k.

extra: moodboard | playlist | ☆:**:. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞 .:**:.☆ (kofi)

Feel free to #𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 (◕‿◕✿) *:･ﾟ✧ if you have any scenarios in mind! I might not write everything but I’ll respond to everyone.

series masterlist: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

You kept your hands firm on the rails of the stretcher as you pushed through the corridor, dodging a med cart and a nurse hustling with a specimen tray.

Someone shouted orders two bays down. A phone rang. Monitors beeped and screeched.

The place smelled like antiseptic, like every hallway had just barely missed being a battlefield.

It was the middle of everything, and yet somehow, you felt nowhere at all.

The wheels of the stretcher clattered over a threshold, jarring enough to snap you out of the fog for a second.

You looked down at him. Noah. Your son, still, scarily still, on the gurney. The splint on his leg looked too big for him. His skin was pale, except where it was bruised, scraped, swollen.

There was blood in his hair. Blood in his ear.

But his breathing was even. Pupils reactive.

Alive.

He got hit by a fucking car, you thought, dizzy. And he’s alive.

That fact repeated itself over and over in your mind like a glitch: He’s breathing. He’s alive. He’s breathing. He’s alive.

You didn’t know if it was a comfort or a curse.

You adjusted the corner of the blanket over his shoulder—just to have something to do with your hands. It was ridiculous, really.

He’d broken bones, maybe worse, and here you were tucking him in like it would fix it. Like it would undo it.

He used to kick off every blanket you gave him. Even as a baby. Hated feeling trapped.

You remembered that stubborn, wiggling heat under the muslin swaddles, how he’d flail until he was free, frowning and loud. You’d laughed at the time. Now it clawed at your chest. You just wanted him to move. Make a sound. Give you something. Anything.

The hallway bent, and the trauma bay came into view—curtains half-drawn, shadows behind them shifting like memories too close to the surface. You tightened your grip on the rails.

Fuck.

Of all the wings in the hospital, this one still stung. You’d worked in rooms like this before—had stitched and suctioned and cracked open ribs on metal tables barely wide enough to hold the grief. You’d written your name in adrenaline a thousand times over.

But this was different. Personal. Too close.

The door opened as you approached, someone stepping out with a chart in hand. Dr. King again. She gave a nod, held the door open for you and Whitaker to wheel Noah inside.

“You can sit with him as long as you need,” she said quietly. “We’ll be down the hall.”

You nodded. They left. The door shut behind them with a quiet thud.

And for a moment, it was just the two of you again.

You sank into the chair beside his stretcher, pulled it close enough to rest your hand over his. His fingers twitched faintly under yours.

You paused, just for a second. Watched a resident laugh too loud at something their attending said. Watched a janitor mop around a candy wrapper near the vending machine. Watched an orderly restock gloves like it was just any other shift.

To them, maybe it was.

To you, it felt like the end of the world.

You didn’t realize you were crying until the tears reached your lips—salty and stunned, like your body hadn’t caught up to the relief yet.

Maybe you should’ve gone home. Should’ve showered. Slept. Screamed into a pillow. But instead, you sat. Still. Hands folded in your lap. Breath thin. The lights overhead hummed, and something about the rhythm pulled you backward—years, maybe.

To that time when you found out you were pregnant.

And now here he was. All those years later. Flesh and bone and blood and stillness.

You leaned in, brushed a thumb over the edge of his brow. Whispered his name, soft like a prayer.

"Noah."

His lashes didn’t flicker. But the monitor beside him beeped steady.

Ten years and one month ago…

...you knew.

Not thought. Not guessed. Knew.

It bloomed through you, like a sunrise after the end of the world. No trumpet, no flash—just the light creeping in, undeniable and final.

You were pregnant.

The words didn’t form in your mouth, but they echoed anyway, bouncing off your ribs and trying to claw out your throat.

He left, and you were fucking pregnant.

You were the intern who got pregnant by her attending. Except he fucking left—and left you with all of this. So now you weren’t just the intern who fell for him. You were the idiot who got left behind. Pathetic.

And worst of all, you’re the moron who loved him anyway and is now sobbing in her bathroom floor, what a fucking cliché.

It might’ve been funny if it weren’t so humiliating. If it weren’t real. If it weren’t you.

God.

You knew better. You knew him. Didn’t you?

Or maybe you just wanted to believe someone could look at you the way he did and actually mean it. Maybe that was your real crime—not the sex, not the mistake, but the hope. The stupid, dangerous hope.

And now here you were.

Pregnant. Alone. Crying on tile that still smelled like bleach.

And somehow, still in love with a man who walked out like you were nothing.

How poetic. How fucking predictable.

You blinked. Once. Twice. The mirror swam. The bathroom spun again, not from nausea this time, but from the weight of it all. The nausea had just been the overture—this was the real collapse.

The test was still hidden under the sink. You’d bought it two days ago. Maybe three. On a whim—on an instinct you didn’t want to name.

You hadn't even opened the box. Just shoved it beneath the extra toilet paper, like if you hid it long enough, you could pretend you didn’t already know.

But you did.

You must’ve made a sound, because your sister tensed beside you on the cold tile.

“What is it?”

Your voice barely made it out. “I need to check.”

She didn’t ask. Just helped you up slowly, gently, like you were made of glass. And maybe you were. Maybe you had been for weeks.

Hair still pulled back, shoulders hunched forward, you moved like your bones didn’t belong to you anymore.

You knelt again—this time in front of the cabinet. Hesitated. Let your hand rest on the handle a second longer than it needed to.

Your sister stayed behind you. Just watching. Though her presence was enough to calm some of your nerves.

You opened the cabinet slowly, with the same care someone would use when handling a bomb.

Reached past the old mouthwash, the bent razor, the lavender-scented wipes you bought six months ago because they were on sale. Reached past everything familiar until your fingers grazed the box—blue with white letters.

It looked smaller than you remembered, but still felt heavier than it should’ve.

You stared at it. You couldn’t remember picking it up, or even deciding to. Just the feeling: the buzzing in your fingertips, the weight in your chest. Like your body had known before your mind did.

Your fingers shook as you tore it open. Your hands were shaking as the plastic wrapper inside crackled too loud, the noise filling the room.

You took it with your sister inside the room—her back turned, as she stared at one of the walls. You peed. Washed your hands automatically, like your body had done this before. Like it was just any other day. Then the waiting.

The longest minutes of your life unfurled in silence.

You didn’t speak, and neither did she. She sat behind you, her back against the bathroom door. Legs drawn in. Like she was guarding the world from coming in too fast.

You stared at the little window, willing it to lie. Wishing it would. But it didn’t.

The little window filled slowly. Lines bleeding across like spider cracks in ice.

One line.

Then—the second.

Two lines.

You stared. Long enough for the moment to crystallize. Long enough for the heat to drain from your body.

Two lines.

Clear as day.

Positive.

It was like time had split open. Like the silence came back, louder than ever, pressing in from all sides.

Your sister leaned in. “Is it—”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. So you just nodded, barely.

Her breath hitched. Then she whispered, “Oh.” And an even softer, “Oh, sweetheart.”

You didn’t cry. Not yet. Just sat there. Eyes on the floor, arms wrapped tight around yourself like you could hold everything in if you just held still.

The test was still digging itself into your palm. Scorching hot and branding your skin with all that could’ve been and would never be again.

The tile under your knees. The cheap plastic in your hand. The warm body of your sister behind you. And inside you—something entirely other.

It wasn’t heartbreak, yet not exactly grief either.

Not a hole. Not an absence.

But a presence.

Something had stayed.

He had left, and something had stayed behind.

You could still feel the imprint of him—his voice, his hands, his shape melted into your mattress. But this…wasn’t him. Or well, it wasn’t just him. This was yours too.

Your sister moved closer, kneeling beside you now. She put a hand on your back. Said nothing. Just breathed with you and laid a comforting hand on your upper back.

You kept staring at the test. You couldn’t look away. You didn’t know how.

The silence roared in your ears.

And in your head, over and over, the same thought spun through your head:

What the fuck do I do now?

Turns out, you did what needed to be done.

One hour. Then one day. Then one month.

You kept breathing. Kept moving. Kept showing up.

Not because it ever got easier. It didn’t—but because he was there.

He became your reason, even when you had none for yourself. You built a life one brick at a time. Held together with cracked cement, sleepless nights, and the kind of love that didn’t ask for permission.

You didn’t feel strong, didn’t feel brave. But somehow, you were still standing.

You learned what he liked and what he didn’t. Decoded his cries, packed his lunches, braided his hair.

You learned that children don’t just grow up—they teach you how to.

Now, almost a decade later, here you are.

You sit at his bedside and watch his lashes flicker—so dark, so long, just like his father’s. He stirs, just barely, like some part of him knows you’re near, even in his sleep.

The hospital light is bright, almost incandescent. Machines hum around you, and you can hear the faint screams happening outside in the ER. His hand is small but not tiny anymore—boyish now, almost too long for the body that used to fit in the crook of your arm.

And for a moment—just one brief, shattering second—you remember it all.

You reach for his hand again. This time, you don’t let go.

Nine years and six months ago…

It was your third day in a row on trauma. Third trimester. Twenty-eight weeks and change.

You were running on fumes and decaf. The kind of tired that settled in your bones and pulsed behind your eyes. The kind that made every choice around you feel like you were swimming in cement.

The OR was freezing, loud, and too bright. The overhead lights glared off the metal trays, sending sharp little stabs into your retinas. Your compression socks were cutting into your calves, and your scrubs, once fairly loose, clung to every inch of your overheated body, already damp with sweat.

Someone cracked a joke about you “scrubbing in with a plus one,” and you laughed, because it was easier than not.

Because if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry. Or scream. Or bolt out of the room. Maybe the state.

But instead, you blinked hard, once, twice—then turned and dry-heaved into the nearest sink.

“Again?” Mary asked. “That baby better come out with a fellowship in general surgery.”

You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your gown, tasting antiseptic and bile, and forced yourself upright. Your lower back felt like it had been compressed into fucking sawdust.

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“You should sit,” someone murmured.

“I’m fine.”

And maybe you were—until you weren’t.

Between cases, you collapsed onto a rolling stool, your knees practically buckling under you.

You leaned your head back against the wall, pressing into it like it might hold you upright through sheer force of will.

Your back was on fire. Your hips throbbed. And your feet didn’t feel like feet anymore. Replaced by two aching blocks of pressure and heat.

The baby shifted slightly higher, compressing your ribs. Breathing became effortful—short little gasps between charting lines. You scribbled your notes in a haze: vitals, GCS, blood loss, incisions, retractors, Apgar scores, OR in, OR out. It blurred. You blurred.

The door swung open. Liz, your co-resident, breezed in and tossed something in your lap—a chocolate-coconut granola bar.

“You look like you might eat a clamp if I don’t intervene.”

You blinked down at it, then up at her. “Thanks.”

You unwrapped it slowly, fingers trembling, and took a bite without tasting it. Chewed out of habit, not hunger. Your mouth was dry. Your tongue heavy.

Charting came next. Pages and pages, everything blurring into codes and times and blood loss and Apgars. Somewhere in the middle of dictating a post-op note, you felt the faintest thump low in your belly—then another.

You froze.

Your hand drifted to your stomach, palm flat. Waiting.

There it was. Again. Soft but certain. Like a tiny drumroll beneath your ribs.

You fumbled for your phone and hit play on the playlist you’d made weeks ago, on a late night. Just a little something for nights like that one, where your body wouldn’t let you sleep. For the mornings you woke up crying.

ABBA. Of course.

Because why not. Because something about the harmony, the baseline, the sheer ridiculous joy of it made him kick—and that brought a smile to your face.

You didn’t know how or why, but he loved it.

It made you laugh just how much the little guy loved moving to their songs.

Especially “Dancing Queen.”

It worked. As soon as it hit the chorus, he was at it again—tiny heel, tiny elbow, someone inside you dancing in time with the world.

You laughed. A real one this time. Sharp and sudden and kind of insane.

The nurse across the station glanced over. “You good?”

You pressed a hand to your side, feeling another kick, a slow roll.

“Yeah,” you said, breath catching. “Yeah. I think I am.”

You almost forgot what it felt like.

The weight. The worry. The quiet joy of those impossible months. The ache behind your eyes from nights you didn’t sleep.

You almost forgot how it felt to wake up and wonder how much more of yourself you could give before there was nothing left.

It wasn’t the first time you’d see him like this. He had been so small that time. Hooked to a thousand different machines.

Even as a doctor, if they’d had asked you what they were for, you wouldn’t have been able to answer.

But then—now—you glance at him. His chest rises under the hospital blanket, no strain, no wheeze. His lungs are clear. His color’s better now.

And just like that, the memory unspools again, slow and merciless.

You’re not wearing sweats to the hospital. No blood under your nails. No charting mid-contraction. But he’s still here—still yours.

You brush your fingers over his hair, soft from sleep, and feel it again. That same impossible pull toward something you built on your own. With your own hands. Something no one else could take credit for.

He looks like him when he sleeps.

Not always. But sometimes—when the light hits just right, when the furrow between his brows softens—you see it. Robby.

You hate it. You need it. You wished it didn’t still feel like a wound.

You watch Noah breathe and wonder, not for the first time, if that resemblance is a gift or a punishment.

Because even though you’d never say it out loud, sometimes there’s a flicker—just a flicker—when you look at Noah and see him.

The same tilt of the head. The same frown when he concentrates.

And it’s not that it hurts, exactly.

It’s just...complicated.

Like loving your son means loving a part of someone you’re supposed to have let go.

Like no matter how much time has passed, some part of your heart is still dragging its feet, refusing to let Robby go all the way.

Not out of longing, not anymore.

But memory. Muscle. Something older than choice.

Some days, he’s just your son.

Other days, he’s a walking echo of the man who left you behind without a word, holding the future in both hands.

And maybe he thought you’d be fine. Maybe he trusted that you’d keep it together, because you always did.

Or maybe he just didn’t care.

That thought—the one you choke back more often than you’d admit—cuts the deepest. That maybe Robby knew exactly what he was walking away from, and still decided it was easier.

Still decided you were easier to leave.

But right now, it’s quiet.

Just the two of you again. Like it was in the beginning. Like it always comes back to.

And for now—for this one breathless second—you let yourself believe that’s enough.

Noah stirs.

You shift closer, instinctual, and hum something low under your breath. Just a few quiet notes. A lullaby with no name, just shape. Something from the early days—half Chiquitita, half stress-induced improvisation. He quiets at once, and you smile, barely.

You wonder if he remembers it. You don’t even know if you do. But your body does. The rhythm. The holding. The waiting.

God, the waiting.

Waiting for the second line on the stick. Waiting for the first kick. Waiting for him to call you back. Waiting for him to walk through the door and say anything—I’m scared, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to stay. But all you ever got was silence.

Again. Pathetic right?

But that was another life. You don’t wait anymore. You don’t beg. You don’t hope for explanations that never come.

You have someone else to think about other than yourself. Someone who solely relies on you. And needing doesn’t scare you the way it used to.

It had all blurred together, back then.

Nine years and eight months ago…

Nursing with a textbook balanced on one knee, highlighter clutched between your teeth. Changing diapers with procedure recordings playing in the background. Falling asleep on the kitchen counter at 4 a.m., head pillowed on a pile of notes, milk stains on your shirt.

You learned to chart one-handed. To sleep in thirty-minute stretches. To carry both your stethoscope and your breast pump like extensions of your own limbs.

The program didn’t make it easy, nor did the whispers. Or the silence he left behind.

There were days you couldn’t even say his name. Couldn’t afford to. Saying it meant admitting what he did. What you still carried. What you missed, even if you didn’t want to.

But you didn’t do it alone.

Your sister showed up every weekend without asking, groceries already unpacked, laundry already sorted. Your mother held Noah while you studied, whispering hushed prayers over his locks, as if her faith could hold you all together.

Liz smuggled you snacks between cases and covered your post-op charts when Noah had his first cold. She never said his name.

Neither did Mary, who let you cry once in the on-call room, no questions asked, no judgment. Just handed you her coffee.

Isabella—the chief no one dared cross—softened whenever she saw you struggling to keep your eyes open. She started blocking your twelve-hour shifts into tens.

Quiet kindness, no announcements. But when someone once tried to ask what really happened, Isabella cut them off with one look.

Kai cracked jokes and made sure you always had a chair. Dr. Ramos gave you a key to his office “just in case,” and never mentioned it again.

There were others, too. People who never said what they were thinking but showed you in every way that they knew.

They all knew. About the way he left. About the fact that he was older, higher up. That maybe the both of you should’ve known better. And that you hadn’t even known you were pregnant when he disappeared.

That you had once looked at him like he hung the moon, and then woke up one morning to a blank sky.

They knew you’d loved him. That you'd wanted forever. But they’d seen the aftermath too. The missed calls. The radio silence. The vanishing act.

And for all their professionalism, their restraint, no one really forgave him for that.

Not for leaving you. Not for leaving Noah.

And honestly? You’re not sure you ever did either.

You made it through on caffeine, pure stubbornness, and the kind of love that rewires your insides. The kind that sings in your bloodstream when a small hand finds yours. The kind that makes you believe you’re doing something holy, even when you’re covered in spit-up and panic.

And sometimes, when the nights were particularly long—when Noah cried until his chest hiccupped and your own body ached from holding so much—you'd look down at him and think:

Everything was worth it if it got us here.

You get up, carefully. The fever’s breaking now—thank God. His forehead is cooler when you press your lips to it. His breath is steadier, heat fading from his cheeks. The worst of it is over.

“You’re okay,” you whisper. You kiss him again, softer. “You’re okay.”

And you realize—you are too. Not whole, maybe. But okay.

And that’s more than enough.

You thought you’d buried that part of your life.

Boxed it up in late-night feedings and Match Day anxiety, in checklists and pediatric milestones.

Some days, you almost forget what it felt like.

Searching for him in every place you visited. Kind of hoping he’d be there, if only to curse him out in front of a crowd.

You were angry. You still are, sometimes. But mostly, you just got tired.

So you let it go—bit by bit.

You stopped looking for him.

Until one day, you didn’t have to look.

He was just there.

Six years ago…

It was late October. That golden stretch of fall just before everything goes cold and gray. The kind of light that makes everything look softer than it really is—especially the farmer’s market.

You’d just bought apples—Honeycrisps, overpriced, but Noah liked the crunch—and he was tugging at your hand in that impatient way toddlers do.

Mittened fingers curled around yours, cheeks warm from the cold, a sticky ring of cider at the corner of his mouth. You were laughing at something he said. Something about pumpkins being “sleeping people in disguise.” You’d almost felt happy.

And then—you saw him.

Turning, just ahead.

Profile turned toward the baked goods stand. That familiar set of shoulders. That tilt of the head, slightly to the right, the way he always did when he was reading a sign or weighing a decision.

Your laughter died in your throat.

You froze. The bags dug into your wrist, the apples suddenly too heavy. Your pulse kicked up so fast you felt dizzy. You blinked, once. Twice. Still him. The back of his neck. The shape of him. The impossible fact of him.

You said his name. Just once. Soft. Like a prayer you’d sworn never to say again.

“Robby.”

Noah looked up at you, confused. “Mama?”

But when you blinked again—

He was gone. Again.

You rounded the corner like someone in a dream, your feet slow, hesitant. The crowd shifted around you—mothers and strollers, college kids with tote bags, an old man with a harmonica—and none of them were him.

Just a swirl of movement and noise and the smell of kettle corn.

Gone.

You stood there, staring at the place where he should have been. Where, for a second, you were sure he'd been. Heart thundering, throat dry, lungs locked.

Like the past had torn open its chest and said, look, look what you could have had if he’d stayed.

Noah tugged your hand again. “Mama, what’s wrong?”

You looked down at him. His wide eyes. His tiny hat with the ears on top. And for a second, your knees almost buckled. Because if it had been him—if you had seen Robby—he’d been this close to his son and still walked away. Again.

You knelt. Your voice was too calm. “Nothing, baby. Just thought I saw someone.”

You told yourself it was a trick of the light. A shadow. A memory shaped like a man. Because the alternative was worse.

Because if it had been real—if he’d seen you, seen Noah, and still turned away—then that would mean he didn’t just leave.

He stayed gone. Chose gone.

You didn’t cry. Not then. Not with Noah watching. But the cider curdled in your stomach. You stood, straightened your coat, and kept walking.

You told yourself, If I ever saw him again, I’d walk away.

And you believed that. You did.

But a part of you—ashamed, buried, furious—knew it wasn’t true. Not completely. Because even in that moment, with the ghost of him fading into the crowd, your first instinct had been to reach for him. To say his name. To hope.

And that terrified you.

Because it meant that after everything—after the silence, the vanishing, the endless nights—you still hadn’t managed to kill that last, fragile thread.

You still remembered how it felt to love him. And worse—you still wanted him to love you back.

Even now. Even then. Even when you knew better.

So you walked Noah home that day. Pretended the sun on your shoulders didn’t feel like a lie. Told yourself he wasn’t real. That maybe you were tired. That maybe you were slipping. And maybe you were.

But deep down, you knew.

He’d been there. And he hadn’t stopped walking.

The trauma room door clicks shut behind you with a soft thud. A sound you’ve heard a hundred times before—but tonight, somehow, it lands differently.

You exhale. Shoulders low. Muscles warm with exhaustion, limbs half-buzzing with the tail-end of adrenaline. Noah’s doing good, great even. You did what you always do—you held it together.

The corridor is dim, lit only by the low fluorescents humming overhead. A slow hour in a long night. Nurses’ shoes squeak softly in the distance. Somewhere, a machine beeps in a rhythmic, unhurried pattern. The quiet is thick. Pressurized.

You turn.

And freeze.

He’s there. Again.

Just a few feet away.

Black scrubs. An old hoodie you—frayed at the cuffs, faded where he used to roll up the sleeves. His hair is shorter now, dark and sleep-ruffled. There’s stubble along his jaw, a tiredness beneath his eyes that wasn't there before.

Or maybe it was, and you were just too in love to see it.

You blink once. Slowly. As if your body needs time to believe it’s real. As if any sudden movement might scatter him like smoke.

Michael.

You taste his name before you even think it.

Older. Thinner.

He’s holding something in his hands—gloves, maybe, or a folded chart—but it doesn’t matter.

It’s the way he’s standing.

Your mouth goes dry. Your heart stutters, then lurches into a rhythm that feels embarrassingly human.

You want to say something. Anything.

Ask if he knew. If he suspected.

If he ever looked. If he even tried.

You want to scream at him. You want to fall into him. You want to walk away. The same way he did all those years ago.

But you don’t move. Neither does he.

You drink him in. Slowly. Not like before. Not like memory.

There’s a line between his brows now. A small scar on the side of his neck you don’t recognize. His hands are the same—long fingers, pale knuckles, veins like cords. You used to trace them while he slept.

For a split second, you're back in that bed—early morning light, his back warm against your chest, the city moving on the other side of the window. The sound of his laugh in your ear. The promise of something ordinary and endless.

But then the moment buckles. Fractures under its own weight.

He left.

He left you when you needed him most.

And now he’s here.

Once again, a protagonist in one of the worst times of your life.

You don’t know if you want answers or just closure. But you know this:

This time, you don’t blink.

You hold his gaze. You let him see the hurt. The history. The steel in your spine.

And he doesn’t run.

He just stands there, like maybe he’s been waiting for you to look at him like this. Like he doesn’t quite know how to take the next step—but he wants to.

And maybe—just maybe—that’s enough to keep you standing, too.

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jinusajas · 6 months ago

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01/10/25; 06:36pm

sylus x fem.reader

notes: writing this as a reminder on how much i still love sylus, while at the same time in celebration of @voidsylus’s return (⺣◡⺣)♡

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight

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thinking about how sylus absolutely spoils you on your day off…

mornings would start off with breakfast in bed, with sylus making all of your favorites. from waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries to fluffy omelettes and a good portion of bacon. he would hand feed you this scrumptious meal while licking away any lingering crumbs settled on the corner of your lips with a smirk on his face.

“sy, don’t you think you’re going a little too far? after all, i’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

you bask in his deep chuckles, allowing him to press a kiss against your forehead before telling you, “i know that, but there’s no way i’ll allow my love to lift a finger, not when i’m here to serve you.”

basking in the sounds of your laughter, sylus continues to feed you breakfast, making sure you ate every last morsel before setting the empty tray off to the side. your curious gaze lands on him, wondering what he was planning when you felt his arms wrap around your waist before picking you up bridal style. given no choice but to cling to him, you lovingly nuzzle the tip of your nose against his defined cheekbones. “what? you’re not letting me walk either?”

“you won’t ever have to take a single step as long as i’m here, little dove.”

with your giggles echoing throughout the room, you watch as sylus brings you into your shared bathroom, shutting the door while turning the lock. curiosity paints your expression, but you remain silent even as sylus places you back on the marble floors. a reverent caress was felt on your skin the moment the back of his hand does a gentle sweep across your cheek, admiring the soft look in your eyes for a brief moment before allowing his hands to descend upon you.

deft fingers slowly peel away at your clothes, making goosebumps erupt all across your skin as the fabric of your shirt falls to the ground. you were left in your panties, feeling your nipples harden in response as sylus gently cups at them within the palm of his hand.

“beautiful.” was all he manages to say, lightly pinching at the hardened bud as you felt your breathing hitch in response. a devilish smirk was seen on his face when he releases you from his grip, kneeling down to help you step out of your panties as he pulls the flimsy fabric off of you. with your mouth going dry, you use sylus’s broad shoulder for support, allowing your panties to pool against your ankles while hearing the way your lover lets out a low hiss at the sight. he tosses the panties aside before standing back to his full height, taking off his dark shirt and boxers at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his erection settled between his legs, shivering when sylus lets out another rich chuckle before framing your face with one hand. “my eyes are up here, darling.”

forced to meet his gaze, you purposely lick at your lips, watching as the hunger flashes within his gaze. “what a naughty little dove you are.”

gripping at the back of your thighs, he picks up your bare form and holds you against him, your breathing turning labored when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thighs. stepping into the shower, he closes the frosty, glass door, turning on the shower faucet while standing beneath the spray. he shields you from the momentary coldness of the waters with his broad back, smirking down at you while pressing your naked body against the wall.

his husky voice whispers your name, catching your attention as he uses the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip. “do you know why i fed you so well?”

a playful grin spreads across your features, “hm, i have a few guesses… but why don’t you tell me?”

shaking his head, you felt the moisture pool between your legs at the sight of water dripping down his gorgeous body, making his muscles glisten from beneath the intimate lighting, “instead of telling you with words, why don’t i show you?”

you sharply inhale when sylus kneels down in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. spreading your thighs even further for him, you felt the heat blossoming within your veins at being left so open for him. “look at you, so pretty and wet for me.”

“it could be because of the shower- ah!” you arch your back against the shower wall when he pushes a thick finger inside of your heat, pumping it in and out of you before setting a steady pace. “hn, i don’t think it’s because of the shower, sweetie. i think this is all you.” further wishing to embarrass you, sylus leans even closer to your aching cunt, greedily breathing in your scent while letting out a shudder, “that scent is unmistakably you, little dove.”

with his fingers still drawing out your honeyed sweetness, your hands automatically delve into his strands of hair when he presses his lips against your slick folds, tongue tracing at your outer lips before diving into you. his ministrations against your body succeeds in making you cry out to him, your moans echoing throughout the bathroom as you cling to him for dear life.

the constant pumping motions his fingers set coupled along with the sounds of his mouth eagerly drinking up everything you had to offer was becoming too much for you as your back arches against the wall, releasing yourself into his awaiting mouth. his groans were felt vibrating against you as your thighs locked him in place, too drunk off of the pleasure to even think clearly.

“mmph, you taste so fucking good, sweetie. i can’t get enough of you.” feeling him lick one last strip up your sensitive core, sylus stands back to his full height. you nearly fell to the ground had it not been for sylus’s arm wrapped around your waist. “jump, little dove.”

giving him a weak nod, you manage to jump back into his arms, with sylus pinning you against the wall with his hands gripping at the back of your thighs. you shiver, hands automatically wrapping themselves around his neck as the tip of his cock traces at your slick folds.

“are you ready for me, love?”

giving him a series of eager nods, you cling to him, letting out a loud moan the moment sylus pushes himself into you. once you felt every inch of him sheathed inside of you did he begin to set a rapid pace. your breasts bounce in tune to his passionate movements. pressing his face against the base of your throat, you feel the way his tongue laps away at the droplets of water from your skin, the sensual touch increasing your pleasure by a tenfold.

feeling greedy while filled with a need to reach your climax, you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping sylus against you as his cock hits you at an even deeper angle. your nails rake down his muscular back, earning a hiss from sylus as his thrusts seemed to stutter in response to the sudden pain.

“ngh… you’re getting pretty feisty, sweetie.” he tells you with a chuckle before biting down against your skin, “and i must say, i quite like it.”

his words were enough to make your walls clench around him, releasing yourself with a loud moan as you felt your warm juices escaping from you and down into the length of his cock. a low hiss comes out of sylus as well when he gives you a few more thrusts before completely stilling his hips, filling you up with his cum.

you let out a content purr, weakly pressing chaste kisses against the side of his face. you hear sylus’s chuckle once more before gently gripping at your thighs, slowly pulling out of you before carrying you toward the shower spray.

the hot water manages to soothe your aching muscles, with your moans still echoing in the shower stall when sylus slowly began washing your hair. as he lathers the shampoo within those tresses, he makes sure to massage and scratch at your scalp. “ahhh, this feels so good.”

while sylus continues washing your hair, he presses a series of kisses against your shoulders, “that’s the whole point, little dove.”

you spend at least an extra hour beneath the shower spray, with sylus making sure you were thoroughly cleaned before shutting off the water and carrying you out of the shower stall. after drying both of your forms, sylus helps you put on your robe while doing the same, pressing another kiss against your damp hair before unlocking the bathroom.

once you came back to your shared bedroom, you were immediately hit with the scent of your favorite takeout, seeing it already laid out on a cart for you. your wide eyes meet with sylus’s smug expression when he takes a hold of your hand and presses a kiss at the back of it, “i told you that i would spend the entire day spoiling you, right? i had luke and kieran pick this up for us since i figured you’d be… famished after our rigorous exercise.”

heat was felt against your cheeks once more, but even when you gave his chest a playful punch-

you still accepted his kiss when he captures your lips.

end notes: i’m afraid i had to write something for sylus to remind myself that im still his girl even after the caleb reveal 😭🙌🏻 currently unedited, but it looks decent enough to me 🙂‍↕️

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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bwoahtastic · 1 month ago

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need oscar waking up in carlos's bed after "hate" sex to an empty bed which is fine carlos doesn't owe him anything... but weird because he's 90% sure that this is carlos's bed. Eventually oscar starts gathering his things to leave only to come out of the bedroom to see sleepy carlos (that one new video) making breakfast. Oscar just turns straight back around and mutters something about "nope not falling in love with you, not going to work." but he does take his shirt back off and wedge himself back under the covers because he is not equipped to deal with morning carlos right now

SKDKKWKDKSKD I LOVE THIS IDEA I KNOW YOU DIDNT ASK FOR A DRABBLE BUT I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT

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Oscar woke up comfortably sore and warm. He yawned, nosing into a soft pillow that smelled like aftershave, woody and perhaps a hint of cinnamon. It very much wasn't Oscar's aftershave, and the scent made him frown, open his eyes.

He looked around the room, sighing when he noticed that it was Carlos's, not his own.

Again. He really needed to stop ending up in Carlos's place.

It was a easy thing to notice, that he wasn't home. Carlos's Monaco apartment was warm and homely, his own was sterile and still didn't have an actual lamp in the bedroom.

The owner of the apartment was nowhere to be found though, which made Oscar feel a little disrespected. Carlos didn't seem to mind being in this bed with him when he could fuck Oscar senseless (Oscar very much didn't mind that either), but he wouldn't be surprised if Carlos had gone to sleep somewhere else right after.

Oscar sat up, yawning and stretching. He felt some light bruises on his hips, on his shoulders, and they made them smirk slightly, trace them with something that definitely wasn't fondness, thank you very much!

Oscar managed to find a shirt and some clean boxers that were definitely not his but would at least fit, stumbling into the bedroom to shower and use as much of Carlos's overpriced shower gel as possible. Just as a pay back.

His next step was to steal Carlos's food, so he shuffled to the kitchen, frowning as he smelled pancakes... bacon... eggs too, maybe?

He rounded the corner to the kitchen to find Carlos already there. The Spaniard was only wearing tight boxers, giving Oscar a great view of his muscled, tan back. He turned when he heard Oscar, smiling softly and opening his mouth to speak.

Oscar held up his hand, looking back and forth between sleepy, cuddly looking Carlos, the breakfast on the stove, and the two plates set up on the table.

"No, no I'm not falling in love with you. This won't work!" He threatingly wagged his finger at Carlos before stomping out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, grumbling as he wrestled out of the unfairly soft shirt he had stolen off Carlos and climbing back in under the soft blankets.

If he would lay here long enough, Carlos would stop being a gentleman, a perfect boyfriend, he was sure if it.

Oscar had almost dozed off again when the door to the bedroom opened. He peeked out from his blanket cocoon to see Carlos walk in, carrying a tray with the breakfast he had prepared.

"Breakfast in bed? Really?" Oscar grumbled. "What games are you playing?" Carlos sighed, rolling his eyes as he set the tray on the side table and nudged Oscar to the side so he didn't take up all the space in the bed. Carlos sat down next to him, taking the tray of breakfast on his lap.

"I thought it would be fair to feed you, after the work out from last night..." Carlos smiled, offering Oscar a bite of pancake on a fork. Oscar glared but accepted it, groaning a little as the pancakes really were very fucking good.

They ate in silence, Oscar still warily side eying Carlos but letting Carlos feed him bites.

He even offered part of the blanket to Carlos, to be nice, but also because he kept staring at that big, tan, hair chest and the rather dark bite mark he had left over Carlos's pecks.

"So what did you say about falling in love with me?" Carlos asked airily, but those big doe eyes were figured intently on Oscar's face. Oscar narrowed his eyes.

"I said you were trying to make me fall in love. I didn't suggest I was even slightly close to it." He huffed, before parting his lips and waiting for Carlos to feed him a strawberry.

"And what if I was? Trying to make you fall in love with me?" Carlos murmured, placing the tray on the table. Oscar gave him a skeptical look.

"Why? To get me to let you pass on track? No offence, Carlos, but you drive a Williams and there is no way-" Oscar started, shaking his head warily. Carlos let out a deep sigh, placing his hand over Oscar's mouth.

"No, it wouldn't be racing related. It would be because I'm falling in love with you too." He murmured, eyes pained. Oscar swallowed thickly, staying silent for a moment even after Carlos removed his hand.

"And is you falling for me just hypothetical or..." He trailed off, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Carlos looked tired, staring down at the empty plate in his lap.

"That's depends on your answer." He decided. Oscar sat up. He wasn't awake enough to understand where this conversation was going.

"My answer to what?" There was some syrup left on the plate and Oscar reached out to swipe it off with his fingers. Carlos watched him closely as Oscar licked the digits cleans.

"If you would let me... if you would let me make you fall in love with me, too." Carlos murmured. Oscar's mind helpfully repeated the word 'too' over and over again at him. He bit his lip.

"I prefer dates at home, I get awkward in public places, although I could be convinced to go to a zoo. I would also need you to swear on your dog that you won't tell Lando anything... although he will probably find out somehow." Oscar suspicously looked up at the ceiling, as if he expected Lando to have planted a camera there. "And let's not stop having sex, I like that part. A lot." Carlos's cheeks had flushed a bit, but he was smiling. It was a cute smile, Oscar gruffly admitted to himself.

"So we will start dating, yes?" He asked. Oscar shrugged.

"Yes. Until I fall in love with you." He answered. Carlos seemed amused now, his eyes sparkling.

"Do I get to kiss you? I think it will help." He purred. Oscar tilted his head, thought about it.

"Yeah, I think that should be acceptable." He said calmly, but his heart was racing in his chest as Carlos's smile softened. The Spaniard leaned in to brush his lips over Oscar's in a sweet kiss, very different from the biting, clashing kisses they shared when sleeping together.

"Okay?" Carlos asked softly, pulling away only ever so slightly. Oscar hummed.

"I think I will need a lot more kisses, just to help me make up my mind..." he murmured, stealing another kiss off those plush lips. Carlos chuckled, arm curling around Oscar's waist.

"That's fine. It will be my pleasure..."

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rheya28 · 1 year ago

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Ridgeview Apartment [ Apartment + Gym + Bar] ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

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An open/closed concept floor plan. Kitchen with all new appliances Bathroom with shower and bath Gym & Bar Panoramic view of the city

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1st Floor: lobby, Bar and Gym 2nd Floor [Unit 1: 3 Bed, 2 Bath] [Unit 2: 1 Bed, 1 Bath] 3rd Floor [Unit 3: 3 Bed, 2 Bath] [Unit 4: 1 Bed, 1 Bath] 4th Floor [Unit 5: 4 Bed, 3 Bath]

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I would however, download all heyharrie, pierisim, and felixandre sets that are listed as I used alot of their cc in the exterior and interior!

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sweetiesicheng · 3 months ago

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seonghwa - a mess

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happy birthday to lovely seonghwa ~

seonghwa goes into the apartment after finishing work for the day. he locks the door behind him and heads inside.

“i’m home,” he announces while walking towards the kitchen. “did you—oh my god.” he stops in the entranceway of the kitchen, where he stands in shock from the mess that he sees.

you look over at him, covered in flour with a smile on your face. “hi.” there are containers with baking supplies and a few measuring spoons and cups on the counter.

“why is the kitchen a mess?” seonghwa asks.

“i can answer that if you wait a bit,” you reply, “and i promise i’ll clean all of this up.”

he sighs, “babe, i just cleaned the kitchen the other day,” he says with a whine.

“you‘re complaining, but you love cleaning,” you reply to him and grab a bowl from one of the cabinets. “baby, i promise i’ll clean the kitchen later. you go take a shower and relax,” you say to him.

seonghwa shakes his head, “my hard work down the drain,” he sighs while turning around and going into the bedroom. seonghwa proceeds to wind down for the night.

as you grab a small container of frosting from the fridge, a timer goes off on your phone. you put oven mitts on and take out a tray of cupcakes from the oven. then, you set the tray on the counter and let them cool while you throw some used utensils into the sink.

“babe, can i come into the kitchen now?”

“nope!”

seonghwa sighs but goes back into the room. he sits at the desk and goes on the computer, looking for furniture pieces for the apartment to thrift.

both of you have been wanting to replace some of your furniture with new pieces. so far, you’ve gotten two new items for the apartment.

in the kitchen, you try to clean up a bit. once the cupcakes are cool enough, you put frosting on top of all of them. as a finishing touch, you add sprinkles from a bottle that you had bought earlier in the day.

you take a cupcake from the tray and go into the room. seonghwa is still at his desk, and you appear behind him.

“tada~” you move your hand and put the cupcake in his view.

he looks at it and smiles, “so this is why i couldn’t go into the kitchen?” he asks and takes the cupcake from you.

“well it was my first time baking, so i guess i was nervous,” you admit to him. “i followed a recipe though, so it should be good.”

seonghwa unwraps the cupcake liner and takes a bite. he immediately nods, “it’s good,” he informs you. “here,” he lifts his hand up higher and unwraps more of the liner. you take a bite and taste the frosting and cake.

“oh, it is good,” you say. “okay, i’m going to cook dinner now.”

“do you want help?” seonghwa offers.

you shake your head, “it’s okay. you worked all day today, and i still need to clean in there.” you lean in to kiss his cheek, “there’s more cupcakes if you want.”

he nods, “thanks, babe.”

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heartsforvin · 1 year ago

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BIRTHDAY BOY

can’t believe my baby boy is 22 🥹 enjoy this smut in honor of da bday boy himself !!!! hope you all like it <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, use of pet names, praise kink, bit of degradation, spit play (is that a thing ??), slapping, overstimulation, use of vibrator, bit of cum play, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: it’s his day so why not let him take control, right?

you woke up extra early to surprise your boyfriend with a special birthday breakfast. you went into the kitchen and made his favorite breakfast meal.

hera came up behind you, brushing against your leg with a small meow.

you look down and give her a smile before continuing to make vinnie’s food.

once it’s finished, you add finishing touches and a glass of orange juice before setting everything on a tray and bringing it back into your shared bedroom.

pushing the door open with your foot, you quietly make your way into the room, noticing vinnie is still asleep.

you almost don’t want to wake him. the way he’s sleeping so peacefully, curls messily in his face as soft snores erupt from his mouth.

you also didn’t want the freshly made food go to waste. so, you placed the tray on the dresser before walking over to your boyfriends side of the bed.

sitting down next to him, you slowly push the sheets away, the tattoo on his upper back coming into your view.

smiling softly, you drag your nails gently along his skin, whispering for him to wake up.

vinnie moans softly before mumbling something you can’t quite hear before shifting in his sleep.

“come on vinnie, get up,” you run your fingers through his hair. “made you a special breakfast.”

vinnie smiles at your words, he lifts his head up and looks at you. “goodmorning sleepyhead.” you say kissing his cheek.

his smile doesn’t falter as you kiss his cheeks. a subtle whine leaves his lips when you stand up, but his expression changes once he sees the tray of food.

“your favorite just for you, my love.” you say, waiting for him to sit up against the headboard before placing the tray on the bed in front of him.

sitting next to him, vinnie smiles and thanks you before digging into his meal. you smile at him, threading your fingers through his messy curls as he eats.

“whatcha’ wanna do today, birthday boy?” you ask with a smirk, making vinnie laugh.

he finishes up his breakfast before answering you. “wanna know what i really want?”

you laugh and push his chest, already knowing where this is going. it was no surprise that’s what he wanted, birthday or not.

“get your mind outta’ the gutter for five minutes, hacker,” you chuckle. “before we get to that, what would you like?”

he smirks at you. “oh so i am gettin’ it tonight?” he teases.

grabbing the tray, you stand up and walk to the door before turning your head to look at him. “keep talking like that and you won’t.” you wink.

vinnie waves you off and you laugh as you exit the room to clean up the dishes from the breakfast you had made.

as you do, vinnie decides to get up and get ready for the day. after his shower and after shower routine, vinnie meets you in the kitchen.

he sees hera laying on her cat tree and goes up to her, scratching under her ear before kissing her head.

“go put a shirt on, i’m taking you out for the day.” you tell your boyfriend as you dry your hands.

vinnie walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, yours going to rest behind his neck.

“or,” he starts before kissing you softly, his bare chest pressed against you. “we can stay in and just chill ‘til later.”

you smile and push him away before pushing him to the bedroom door. “shirt, now. i wanna treat you, it’s your day.”

he puts his hands up in defense as he backs up into the bedroom. “okay miss bossy, i’ll go put a shirt on.”

you chuckle at his antics as you walk over to hera, who was still on her cat tree. you kiss her head and tell her the two of you will be back before going to grab your purse.

calling out for your boyfriend, he’s quick to respond with a playful remark before swinging his arm around you and heading out the door.

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after hours of shopping and treating vinnie to lunch, the two of you made it home just in time for vinnie to go out with his friends.

you remembered him telling you him and his friends were hanging out tonight.

he had offered you to go with, but you told him to go alone, that it was his night so he can spend time with his friends.

kissing your cheek, he said he’d be back later and that he loved you.

you did your own thing until vinnie got back. about an hour or so later he had texted you that he was five minutes away from the house.

perfect. you thought to yourself. you had this whole idea planned out.

you remembered the conversation from this morning, how vinnie asked if he was ‘gettin’ it’ tonight. as soon as he said that an idea popped into your head.

heading into the closet of your shared bedroom, you go through all your lingerie sets before being met with the perfect one.

a black lace set vinnie had specifically picked out. it was his absolute favorite on you too, not to mention.

finishing up dressing yourself, you jump slightly when you hear the front door shut and vinnie shouting across the house for you.

making sure your set is covered for now, you quickly walk out of the closet and into the kitchen.

“hey baby,” you greet the blonde with a smile. “how was the party?”

the smile on his face tells you he’s definitely a bit tipsy. vinnie grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, kissing you passionately.

“have you always looked this fuckin’ sexy?” his eyes look over your body hungrily, voice deep as he asks the question.

it doesn’t even register to you that he didn’t answer your question. you’re a blushing mess already at just one compliment.

his head dips from your lips to your neck, his grip on your hips tight. he leaves bruises on your neck, making you moan softly as he does.

you move your hips so you’re pressing against him, vinnie groans as he feels you pressing against his cock.

“feel that?” he asks against the skin of your neck. he moves his hand to grab yours, moving it down his pants so you can feel his hard on through his jeans. “get me so worked up, baby.”

the sound of your sweet giggles fills his ears and he can’t help but smile against the purple bruise that he’s created on your skin.

tapping your thigh, he signals you to jump into his arms. you do and he holds you by your ass as he walks the two of you to your bedroom.

once in the bedroom, he kicks the door shut and pushes you against it, kissing you roughly.

“mmh, vinnie.” you moan against his lips, trying to gain his attention.

he pulls away and looks at you, that same desire still in his eyes. “bed, please.” you mumble.

a drunken smile appears on his beautiful face as he takes you to the bed and gently places you on it.

you look up at him with a smile, and he can’t help but return it. his hands rest on the bed as he leans down to kiss you. moaning into his mouth, he can’t help but groan.

he pulls away and you watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt. you decide to help him, so you sit up and unbutton the last few buttons.

pushing the shirt off him, your hands find his stomach as you move them up his body, smiling as you do so.

vinnie lightly pushes you against the bed, he asks if he can remove your clothes before you tell him yes and he does so.

his mouth goes dry once he sees the lingerie set underneath your everyday clothes.

“sneaky, sneaky girl,” he rasps, and all you do is smile when you realize he knew you planned this whole thing. “wearin’ my favorite lingerie of yours, you knew you were gonna get this, huh?”

biting your lip, you just look up at him as you bat your lashes. he chuckles before leaving down to kiss you.

his hands reach your tits, massaging both of them in his hands as the kiss becomes more intense.

after a few seconds he groans into your mouth before standing up again. you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants along with his boxers.

a whine slips past your lips as you watch his cock spring free of its confinements. vinnie looks up at you and smiles.

you scoot against the bed until your back hits the headboard, spreading your legs for your boyfriend as you wait for what he’ll do next.

he kneels on the bed, inching towards you before stopping and grabbing his cock in his hands and rubbing it along your clothed pussy.

you wince at the feeling of him against you. he chuckles as he watches a wet patch form at the panty part of the lingerie.

“strip.” his all he says and you waste no time doing as told.

once completely naked and sprawled out for him, vinnie smiles before he rubs his cock along your now bare cunt.

you moan at the feeling of actually feeling him against you now. he just smiles as he continues to do it.

“gonna have my fun with you, yeah?” he asks, and you just nod, completely submitting yourself to him.

vinnie kisses you before he stands up and goes over to the dresser. you look up and wonder what he’s grabbing before you hear the buzzing noise.

clenching around nothing, you hold back your noises as vinnie climbs back on the bed.

he lays down on the bed so his face is mere inches from your already dripping pussy. he looks up at you and gives you a sweet smile before bringing the vibrator up to you.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath when you feel the vibrator against you.

he pushes the toy inside of you before holding it there for a second then dragging it to your clit.

you immediately grip the sheets and push your head into the pillow with a loud moan of vinnie’s name.

“feel good sweetheart?” he asks, already knowing the answer as he watches your pussy clench.

you nod, seeing as that’s all you can do. he keeps the toy on your clit for awhile before moving it up and down against you.

“fuck, vin ‘m gonna cum.” you moan, gripping the bedsheets as vinnie turns up the toy to the next highest setting.

he gives you a mischievous grin before pushing it against you more. “give it to me, baby. be a good girl, c’mon.” he encourages.

before you can get another word out you’re cumming around the toy with a whine added to it as you try to come down from your orgasm.

vinnie has other ideas though, seeing as he hasn’t pulled the toy away from your sensitive cunt.

“baby, please.” you whine, the feeling of sensitivity rushing through you.

he tsks and pushes it into you more. “know you got another one in you, pretty girl.” he tells you.

with a shake to your head, you grip the sheets again as the intensity of the toy hits you and you’re cumming again.

“there it is,” his voice deep as he turns the toy off and places it on the bed. “such a good girl for me.”

you give him a weak smile as he comes up to kiss you softly. “need that pretty pussy wrapped around me.” he says against your lips.

that does nothing to help the sensitivity you feel at all. you clench around nothing once more before you feel vinnie’s cock against you.

“you gonna let me use you, baby? let me fuck you ‘til you’re nothing but a shaking mess for me?” his words go right through you and you smash your lips onto his.

you push your hips up to meet his and he gets the message. he grabs his cock in his hand again and lines himself up with your entrance.

pushing himself into you, both of you let out moans as he waits for you to adjust. once you give him the go-ahead, he starts moving.

his gains a good rhythm before reaching up and grabbing your right breast in his hand.

“fuckin’ love your tits, y’know that, sweetheart?” he tells you, you just nod your head, unable to form words.

he chuckles and grasps your nipple with his forefinger before punching it, making you moan.

“such a fuckin’ slut f’me, yeah? do whatever i say when i got you like this.”

vinnie gets an idea and grabs the vibrator again. you hear the buzzing and start to pry yourself away.

with his hand roughly grasping your hip and his thrusts picking up speed, there’s no use.

you feel the toy on your clit again and moan loudly at the feeling. the pressure of the toy on your bundle of nerves and vinnie’s cock hitting that perfect spot repeatedly is too much.

“g-gonna cum again!” you announce, pushing your head into the pillow.

vinnie grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. you have tears welling in your eyes, orgasm so close you can feel it building up.

“open.” he tells you, and you comply, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

vinnie spits into your mouth and closes your mouth for you. he taps your jaw before saying, “swallow.”

you do as told and he smiles before kissing you. he turns up the vibration on the toy again, which only spurs you on more.

you can’t even warn him before you cum around the toy and his cock, making the man above you smile.

vinnie removes the toy but doesn’t pull out of you. he gives you a sweet smile before he thrusts his hips and smacks your tits, making you moan.

“gonna give me as many orgasms as i want you too, got it?” you’re so fucked out of it at this point, all you can do is give him a small nod.

he smirks and you try so hard not to let another one slip yet. the pace and way his hands do roam over your body feel too good, you don’t want it to end.

vinnie can tell you’re close again though. by the way his tip hits that perfect spot inside you, the way you grip the sheets, chest heaving, he knows.

“come on princess, let go for me. doin’ so good, don’t wanna stop now, right?”

his tone is almost condescending, which only turns you on more and gets you to release all over his cock.

he watches the cum spill out of you onto him and he chuckles. “look at that,” he says, voice strained. “so pretty.”

he pulls out of you a bit but pushes back in, watching the cum seep out of you and go back in as he does.

“p-please,” you try to say. you’re so out of it, barely able to get a breath in. “no more, vin. please.”

you know he’s not going to listen. it’s his day, he can do whatever he wants, and he wants to use you as many times as he can.

“just one more for me baby, promise it’ll just be one more. doin’ so good f’me, love.” he assures you, rubbing your stomach.

you nod, secretly loving the way he has you right now. you push yourself up on your elbows to see what you’re boyfriend is doing.

he slips out of you and nudges his tip against your clit, making you moan at the feeling of him against you.

sliding his cock along your folds, he grabs the plush of your thighs before leaning down and kissing both of them.

“one more, okay baby?” he says as he carefully pushing himself into you again.

you open your mouth but no sound comes out, vinnie looks up at you with a smile, leaning up to kiss you.

“feel so good around me, sweet girl. pretty girl likes takin’ my cock, yeah? take me so fuckin’ good.” his rambling doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you smile lazily at his words.

he thrusts deeper into you, big tattooed hands laying on your thighs and squeezing at each thrust.

he hits a good spot again and you’re pushing your head into the pillow and rolling your eyes back into your head.

vinnie smacks your thigh to get your attention and you look up at him. “eyes on me, pretty,” he breathes out. “wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”

you nod and keep your eyes on the man above you. he looks so fucking hot in this moment, you almost can’t take it.

deep thrusts, heavy breathing, curls sticking to his forehead, hot open mouthed kisses all over your body, you can’t get enough of him.

“good girl.” he praises, making you whimper and give him yet another lazy smile.

his big hands move over your body. one to wrap around your neck and the other to push on your lower stomach.

he’s got you right where he’s wanted you this whole night. you look so fucking pretty to him right now, he can’t help but give you a sweet, genuine, smile.

his hand on your stomach pushes deeper onto you, making you moan.

“feel that?” he asks, adding slight pressure around your neck. “fuckin’ you so good i can feel myself inside you.” he says.

he removes his hand and his thrusts continue, you move up on your elbows and look where he’s looking.

“fuck, vinnie.” you whine, looking at the prominent bulge in your stomach.

he smiles and fucks you deeper into the mattress. you’re so close the two of you can feel it. vinnie reaches his hand down and presses his thumb to your clit.

“let it out, baby. cum around my cock f’me, show me how much you love me.” he rambles, pressure on your clit intensifying.

you try to close your legs a bit around him but vinnie pushes them open. with one final moan to his name, your cumming around his cock again for what felt like the millionth time.

you’re a shaking mess, just how he wanted, when you finally get it all out.

vinnie helps you ride out your high and is soon cums after you, painting your chest.

“so pretty, baby.” he whispers as he slowly pulls out of you.

whining at the loss of contact, you watch as vinnie stands up and just looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

“fucked you too good, huh?” he asks, referring to the way you can’t even move from your spot.

you laugh, taking the pillow from under your head and throw it at him. “come here, birthday boy.”

vinnie jumps on top of you, but not hard enough to hurt you. his head rests in your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

“how does twenty-two feel?” you ask, kissing his temple.

vinnie smiles and looks up at you. “feels fuckin’ amazing after all that.” he says, referring to what had just happened.

you smack his back and he laughs, hands wrapping around you so he’s hugging you. you wrap yours around his back and kiss his head.

“happy birthday, sweet boy,” you whisper, running your fingers through his messy curls. “i love you forever.”

vinnie’s breathing softens and that’s when you realized he fell asleep. you try your best to do so as well, running your fingers through his hair as you do.

GUYSSSS OUR BOYS 22 🙁 how’s that possible, i feel like he was just 20 (when i found out ab him) i hope you all loved this cus i loved writing it !!

and happy birthday to our handsome boy again <33 i love him so much i don’t know what id do without him

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marijmin · 6 months ago

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Jaehyun dad!au drabble

Warnings: reader jae and their daughter being cute. SMUT. MINORS DNI

A/N: this is my first time writing cause I decided to participate on the secret santa event made by the amazing @leejenowrld and I got to write for @jaem4eva , hope you like it and I'm sorry? Also english is not my first language so there might have grammatical errors

The kitchen is chaotic. There’s flour everywhere, eggshells on the floor, chocolate powder all over the counter and your cat is trying to drink milk straight from the bottle.

But you and your daughter are having so much fun.

“Mommy, when will the cookies be ready?”. Your 4 years old daughter asks you while sitting on the floor in front of the stove.

“Blink and you'll miss it”, you crouch down and bump her little nose. “Now let's help mommy clean the kitchen”.

She promptly got up to help you, and that was the second part of the fun. You absolutely love to spend time with your baby girl, relishing on how smart and beautiful she is. Astonished about how she's a perfect mix of her parents.

“Mommy! Mommy! Cookies are ready!”. Your daughter caughts your attention and runs towards the stove.

“Be careful, it's too hot”, you warn and she stops, waiting for you to open the oven. You grab the gloves and carefully take the tray out, pulling in the counter away from your daughter's hands so she won't get burned.

“Hope daddy likes the cookies”, she said dreamy.

“He will love it darling”.

It's December 23rd and with your husband Jaehyun at work, your daughter had the idea of baking cookies and making a surprise for her father.

You just finished decorating the cookies when you hear the door opening. Your daughter runs straight to it, calling for her dad. Jaehyun automatically picks her up and hugs her, with a bright, albeit tired smile on his face.

“Daddy, we made a surprise for you! Close your eyes!”, she puts her small hands in front of his eyes.

Jaehyun exaggeratedly stumbles with her in his arms making her throw her head back laughing. You cherish this view, smiling fondly. They reach you, your daughter runs back to the counter while he greets you with a quick kiss.

“Ta daaaa”, the little girl shows the cookies happily.

“It's so beautiful and it looks delicious.” he praised her. “You did all of it?”

“Yesss me and mommy”, she looks so proud and it makes you even more proud of her.

“Good job”, he messes her hair, going to grab one, taking a bite. “Hmm the cookie is so good, that's my girl”, his big hand met her small one in a high five.

The three of you eat the cookies in the kitchen. After, Jaehyun went to take a shower while you and your daughter waits comfortably on the couch, with 3 cups of hot chocolate on the living room table. When he comes back, you play games sitting on the floor for hours.

Your daughter is so electric, talking nonstop about how much fun Christmas night will be since she's going to spend it with her grandparents. Your grandmother is sick and she wanted the whole family with her in her house for the Christmas party. So you, your daughter, Jaehyun and his close family will also grant your grandma’s wish. And your little girl is more than happy with that.

When she yawned, you noticed it was her sleep time. You and your husband asked her to help pull away her toys. Despite whining and complaining she wasn't sleepy, her fluttering eyes told otherwise.

Jaehyun puts her to sleep while you finish tidying up the living room. You're so distracted you got startled when you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a deep low voice in your ear.

“Now it's just you and me baby”.

You turn around in his arms, your hands going to the hair on his nape. “And what do you suggest we do?” You ask provocatively.

“We're going upstairs to our bedroom and I'll give you an early gift that only I can”, he had that smirk when he knows he's getting what he wants. And he's about to.

At your shared bedroom, Jaehyun grabs your waist pulling his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. His hands going under your shirt and then grabbing the hem to remove it. You both slowly undress each other, the clothes scattered randomly around the room.

Jaehyun lays you on the bed, his body comfortably on top of yours as the kiss turns hungrier. His hands explore your body even though he has done it so many times. He runs his fingers through your inner thighs agonizingly slowly making you squirm and whimper.

“Patience sweetheart”, he tuts, taking his time to reach your heat and when he does you let out the longest moan.

He parts your lips and runs his finger up and down before inserting his index finger inside you, pumping slowly before adding his middle finger in.

The room is dark, only the moon illuminates the place giving an intimate and sensual atmosphere.

“You're so wet baby, all for me”, he whispers in your ear and you moan out loud. When he starts to pick up the pace, he stops and withdraws his finger. You whine, hating how empty you feel.

“Patience”, he repeats, but this time strictly, emphasizing the syllables. Jaehyun kiss you hard, tongue fighting with yours, lips red after he pulls away to spread kisses on your neck, nibbling and sucking the area making you almost rip his hair off.

He went down to your nipples, sucking one bud while squeezing the other, then inverting. His head reaches where you wanted him the most. He kisses your cunt before diving his tongue on your folds. You put your legs over his shoulder and arch your back. You feel your high approaching with how good he was sucking your clit, and he noticed it, he knows your body by heart. Moans and his name were the only things coming out of your mouth as you came.

Jaehyun soothes you, giving small kisses all over your face as you come down from your high, his chin still wet.

“You did so good honey”, he whispers softly in your neck, a contrast from his previous actions.

“Fuck me please”, you managed to whisper.

He groaned, grabbing the base of his cock lining up in your entrance. You moan as he bottoms out. Your walls so tight around him, you've been together for so many years but you still struggle to take him.

Jaehyun thrusts slow but hard, so deep you feel him in your guts. His hands holding your hips so tight it will leave marks the next morning.

“You're doing so good baby, you're perfect”, he praises you. You push him down and kiss him messy and hurriedly.

“Oh god you're so big” you whine after he thrusted too hard, hitting the right spot.

He holds both your hands on the mattress as he picks up the pace. You feel that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach and screams his name so loud he has to kiss you to swallow your moans. He rubs your clit and in a matter of seconds you're coming again. Jaehyun comes right after with a deep groan.

“I love you”, he says out of breath.

“I love you too”.

You both stay cuddled until he carefully pulls out of you and gets up to grab a towel to clean you up.

Now you're lying on his chest, his arms around you and your legs intertwined.

“Do we really have to go to your grandma’s house tomorrow? I want to do this again and stay like this”, he complained.

“It's just for Christmas night, cmon”, you replied lighthearted. Your family loves him and he adores them, even both of your families get along.

“I know I know, I like to hang out with your family but I’d rather stay with you”, you giggle and kiss his pouting lips.

“We have the rest of our lives for that”, you kiss him deeply, your love for him overflowing.

You feel like the happiest woman in the world. You have the sweetest daughter, your reason to live, the little person you love the most. You have an incredible husband who moves worlds for you. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #christmas drabbles #jaehyun smut #jaehyun fluff

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thoughtdaugh7er · 7 days ago

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Stay young, get stoned. - Theodore nott x reader

Summary: Theodore and reader are two big ass potheads who begin as friends but after an intense smoke session, Theodore can't help but say how he feels.

Genre: fluff

The sessions have been going on for a while now. It all started by you and Theodore being friends due to you guys being in the same firendgroup since first year. At first the weed sessions started with just you and pansy, as you took her weed virginity when you both were fourteen. You both smoked a pre roll and pansy almost died from her first hit as you just giggled patting her back before taking your third hit.

You began at thirteen feeling it was the only option to quiet your mind from what was going on at home. Theodore began smoking at the same age due to the same reason, making you guys bond from the beginning as you invited him to the circle and taught him how to actually inhale the plant.

From that point on the sessions only had the two of you since pansy thought it was more of an occasional thing. But to you and Theodore, everything would be so much better if you were high. Only those sessions became not only smoke sessions where you both would get high and get a bunch of food after, but they became deep, serious, conversations.

When Theodore started talking about whatever was on his mind during a session, you shared some of your thoughts as well. The way you spoke about certain topics or the way you viewed things just drew him more to you. You spoke as if you were the most thought out person in the world.

He wanted to hear every single thought you can conjure up in that amazing, silly, and funny ass head if yours. Saying dumb shit to him while both of your guys' eyes were lidded was like a super power you just randomly conjured up one day. The way he physically couldn't stop laughing at every single one of your jokes made him fall for you even harder.

Even you just simply being you could push him into a laughing fit, your words and tone of voice just hit the spot in his brain that he thought no one could ever reach. An example would be when he almost pissed his pants laughing because you petted Dobby's head during your guys' weekly raid in the kitchen and asked him if he was always just so bald.

And now all Theodore wanted to do was find you and have yet another one of those intimate talking sessions. Unfortunately today at practice Adrian decided it would be funny to mention you while everyone was in the locker rooms cleaning up.

"I'm telling you guys that girl could out smoke everyone in a whole fucking circle rotation honestly," Theodore rolls his eyes and tries not to turn around and tell Adrian to just shut the fuck up. Because if any guy is going to talk about your skill in smoking weed, it's going to be him. He's the one who you invite almost every other day to go and smoke with, not him.

He's the one you go and get snacks with even if the house elves are sick and tired of you guys raiding them, not him. Which leaves him with the question of why Adrian is even bringing you up. Luckily Adrian's conversation answers his question before his brain can come up with any more thoughts on how he feels about you.

"How do you know that anyways mate?" One of his friends asks as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Because I saw her at a party last weekend and watched her out smoke everyone sitting on that fucking couch that's why, I'm figuring I should just buy her a rolling tray instead of flowers and ask her out for a date, she'll surely say yes." Adrian jokes in fascination as him and his friend share a quick laugh before heading to the showers.

Theodore feels like shit as he sits down in the Slytherin common room surrounded by you and your guy's closest friends. You can already tell by his presence that he wasn't having the best day, his shoulders are slumped as well as the rest of his body, and his dark eyebrows are furrowed in irritation. You hesitate from your seat next to him but luckily the blunt already lit in your hands has given you some type of confidence. You inhale a huge hit and notice his eyes fall on your figure. You give him a genuine smile as you offer him the blunt you've been chiefing on for the past ten minutes before he walked in. "Hey theodore, you okay?" You ask with genuine interest.

Theodore decides today is the day the smoke session isn't only going to be a conversation that goes on for hours and hours on end, but a confession, from him. He feels his stomach do a small backflip and his tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth as he replies to your question.

He takes the blunt from your tiny hand in comparison to his huge veined hand and he flashes you a soft smile. You could see a little bit of nervousness hidden behind it as he takes a long drag and you furrow your eyes in confusion. "Thanks, yeah I'm just having a bad day until I saw you, nothing huge though, boys in the locker room tend to just never shut their mouths."

He grimaced as he remembers Adrian's voice saying your name as if you were just a random pretty girl to talk about and forget within the next ten seconds. He feels it should almost be a sin for your name to even sit on his tongue, the sweetest, most special and understanding soul he's ever met- fuck hes letting his thoughts go wild not realizing your still sitting by him in silence deciding what to respond with.

You hope on every star your bestfriend doesn't see the crimson blush creeping up to your cheeks.

Until he saw you? What does that mean? Oh God how you hope it means what you think it means.

"You wanna get high and make some pizza in the kitchen?" You ask pulling him out of his thoughts. He looks at you in complete admiration. He adores your idea of a hangout. He could absolutely go for some pizza with his favorite person right now. The way you know him inside out to know that his favorite munchie is as many slices of cheese pizza he could stuff in his mouth before his stomach feels like he's going to explode.

Of course, But do you want to go upstairs and talk for a bit?" He finally says after all the pieces of built up courage in his body piece together. His request makes you smile and nod ushering him to stand up from the couch first.

He feels his heart slowly stop beating fast as he sees the soft smile covering your face. Fuck the way you smile, the way you see his state and know exactly what to do, what to ask, and how to reply.

For a couple of minutes you guys pass the time with puffing and passing staring at the view from the astronomy tower as the stars litter the sky and the sun slowly begins to fall down making way for the moon. He remembers a memory of you both in the same exact place as if it was yesterday, both of you guys smoking and you mention that every time you see the moon you can't help but want to cry, because you can't figure out for the life of you how something so unique and beautiful can bring yet more beautiful things into the world that you guys are just so unbelievably lucky to see and gaze up at, the nights sky and stars.

He looks at you with a soft smile, the memory replaying in his mind as he looks into your eyes as if you're the only thing to ever exist. You swear your heart flutters at the soft eye contact as he begins to talk.

"About this, us," he starts his sentence, and you feel your heart speed up and slowly makes its way to your throat. "Yeah?" You ask softly looking up to him yet again as you take the now small blunt in your hands.

"I feel like what we have should be more than just friends, I've always seen you as more than just a friend y/n" He looks up to you with the same nervous look he had in the common room a few moments prior, and you feel your mind could explode. He's silently praying to every God damn star you guys are looking at that you feel the same way. He can't even stop and rid his face of the complete tension and uneasiness he feels.

Jesus fucking Christ your telling me this whole time he felt the same way. That feeling you had for him that started in third year didn't need to be stuffed deep down inside of you all these years?

You feel ecstatic, magnificent, happy, thrilled, and every other emotion that describes happiness before you can even process what you're doing or thinking, or saying, you usher a quick "I do too" before you grab him by the tie and hastily press your lips against his.

Theodore feels as if he's floating, the mix of being high and kissing you makes him wonder if he's ever experienced a greater feeling. Or if he's ever lived before this. He falls into the kiss with ease as he cups your face and waist, like his body is a jigsaw puzzle and your the last piece that fits oh so fucking well.

You giggle as you both pull away and kiss me on the cheek smiling even wider than before if that's possible. Theodore feels his brain melt as his takes in your face, seeing that beautiful smile that covers your whole entire face, the one he thinks about every day.

Fina- fucking lly.

#slytherin boys #theo nott #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x slytherin!reader #theo x reader #theo x you #theodore nott x stoner!reader #stoner!theodore nott x reader #stoner!theodore nott x stoner!reader

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bloomingdayswithyou · 1 year ago

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It's my birthday today can you write how LDS boys would celebrate their s/o birthday?!?

Birthday Celebration for his S/O

Pairing: Zayne, Xavier & Rafayel x gn!reader (separately)

Warnings: none!

A/N: happy birthday! hope you like these scenarios🫶🏻

Zayne

As you wake up on your birthday, you find a note by your bedside table. It's written in Zayne's elegant handwriting, inviting your to meet him at your favorite café for breakfast. When you arrive, you're greeted by a table adorned with your favorite flowers and a small gift wrapped in delicate paper.

After a cozy breakfast together, Zayne surprises you with tickets to a live performance of your favorite artist in the evening. Throughout the day, he showers you with subtle gestures of affection, like a gentle touch or a reassuring smile, always mindful of your surroundings.

In the evening, Zayne takes you to a secluded spot overlooking the city where he's set up a picnic under the stars. He prepared all your favorite foods and even brought a portable heater to keep you warm. As you both enjoy your meal, Zayne presents you with a handcrafted piece of jewelry, a symbol of his love and commitment, whispered softly rather than declared loudly.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up together, watching the stars and sharing stories until the early hours of the morning. Zayne's birthday celebration for you is filled with understated affection, intimacy, and thoughtful gestures that reflect his deep love for you.

Xavier

Xavier starts the day by surprising you with breakfast in bed. He's prepared a delicious spread of your favorite foods, complete with freshly brewed coffee and a single red rose placed beside the tray.

After breakfast, Xavier takes you on a spontaneous road trip to a secluded cabin in the mountains. Along the way, you stop at picturesque spots to admire the scenery and take photos together. Xavier even packs a picnic lunch, complete with gourmet sandwiches and champagne to toast to your special day.

Upon reaching the cabin, Xavier reveals that he's planned a romantic evening under the stars. He lights a fire in the fireplace, sets up a cozy blanket outside, and prepares a candlelit dinner for two. You spend the night talking, laughing, and reminiscing about your favorite memories together.

Before you go to bed, Xavier presents you with a handcrafted journal filled with notes, poems, and sketches he's made over the years. It's a thoughtful gift that captures the essence of your relationship and the depth of his love for you.

Rafayel

Rafayel wakes you up with a burst of energy, showering you with kisses and playful tickles. He's already planned a full day of adventures, starting with brunch at a trendy café followed by a visit to an art gallery showcasing his latest paintings.

Throughout the day, Rafayel surprises you with spontaneous activities like a pottery class, a scenic hike, and a sunset picnic by the beach. He's arranged for a local band to serenade you as you enjoy your meal, adding to the romantic ambiance of the evening.

As the night falls, Rafayel takes you to a rooftop bar with stunning views of the city skyline. He's organized a surprise party with all your friends, complete with music, dancing, and plenty of laughter. You spend the rest of the night celebrating, surrounded by the people you love most.

Before the clock strikes midnight, Rafayel presents you with a canvas painting he's been working on for weeks. It's a portrait of the both of you together, capturing the joy and love you share in vibrant colors and bold strokes. It's a fitting end to a day filled with excitement, adventure, and the unmistakable warmth of Rafayel's love.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #love and deepspace scenarios #love and deepspace fanfic #love and deepspace x male reader #rafayel x male reader #xavier x male reader #zayne x male reader

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therosebud · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Sims 4 Romance Reef Challenge!

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If you struggle to stay focused on legacy challenges or any grind-heavy tasks, this challenge is perfect for you. The aim here is to create drama and have fun!

This challenge is inspired by the TV show “Love Island” but with a twist and you do not have to have seen Love Island to enjoy this challenge. However, if you're curious, I recommend watching the Australian or UK versions, as they tend to be funnier and more unfiltered than the American one.

Thank you to the EA Creator Network for giving me early access to create content for you.

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I've created a Patreon for those interested in downloading the Notion template to keep track of all your islanders and progress. Notion is an online organization tool with a Pinterest-like aesthetic. My template provides a layout of the rules and space to detail each Islander. It's not necessary, but it's here if you want it.

For fans of my throwback save file, I will also be re-uploading the save there as it’s more reliable than Sims Share. Thank you for your support over the years on my YouTube channel and other socials. I hope you all enjoy the challenge!

Villa Video Update: If you aren't a builder Don't worry because I will update this post when I upload my speed build of my own villa for you to use. In that video I will also talk about the challenge rules. In the meantime, feel free to build your own or use the gallery to update a villa.

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Initial Islanders: 4 female Sims and 4 male Sims ready to be placed in the villa. They can have any traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Bombshells: An extra 2 to 4 female Sims and 2 to 4 male Sims in a separate household. These "bombshells" are ready to join and shake things up when needed. They can have traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Optional Extra:

💡If you want to be extra, you can register all of them with the labor union and use that space to write out a bio for each Sim, but it isn’t necessary.

💡 If you really want to shake things up you could make each sim have a distinct style. For example, one can be cottagecore, sporty, old money, alternative, beachy, urban, witchy, academia, Barbie, outdoorsy, etc. Here’s a list for ideas.

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Bedroom: One large bedroom with 4 double beds for couples. (And a couple extra single beds if someone gets left out.)

Bathrooms: Multiple shower and bathroom stalls upstairs and additional bathrooms near the gym and pool.

Upper Balcony: Equipped with sun loungers and couches.

Kitchen and Sitting Area: Spacious kitchen and indoor sitting area.

Sundeck: Features a large couch and firepit for eliminations and coupling ceremonies.

Outdoor Kitchen: Includes a barbecue and large bar area.

Dance Floor: Designated area for dancing.

Gym and Yoga Area: Semi-outdoor/indoor setup for exercise and yoga.

Swimming Pool: Large pool area.

Hot Tub or Onsen: Relaxation area with a hot tub or onsen.

Skill Challenge Room: Empty space like a basement to host skill challenges.

Buffet Tables and Drink Trays: Available for parties and events.

Victor Suite: Locked except when won by a gameplay challenge winner. Includes high-end objects like a computer (the only one in the house), spa massage table, fancy tub, and bed.

Secluded Date Area: Gated area to control access for private dates.

Iconic Pathway: Long pathway for eviction ceremonies.

Extras: Poohoo bush, closets, woohoo blankets, and optionally a photo booth for added fun.

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You don’t have to play with mods, these are my recommendations.

UI Cheats: Allows you to view exact relationship points by clicking the "set relationship" button under each sim's romantic relationships.

First Impressions Mod: Provides detailed explanations of sims' initial impressions.

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Weather Settings: Turn off rain, thunderstorms, snow, and blizzards in the game menu. Set seasons to the longest possible duration. Start the game in summer for a Love Island vibe.

Aging: Pause aging to preserve the contestants' ages for post-challenge play.

Free Will: Keep free will turned on to allow sims autonomy in their actions. Micro-manage only for needs; let them pretty much choose their interactions, friendships, and rivalries. The exception of the rule is if you are trying to get everyone in one area to start a gameplay challenge. But make sure you turn it back on after everyone is on their gameplay station. I recommend giving them a few hours to complete the challenge depending on what it is of course. Keep track of the order of who finishes (or stopped) the quickest.

World's: I recommend playing in Sulani or Tartosa for this challenge but the new world Ciudad Emamorada would work too (beware the villa would have to be smaller in that world though.) However, feel free to do this in any world you want but it’s best to play it in the summer season.

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Utilize the in-game calendar system to structure your Love Island challenge. Each round typically spans 4-7 days, depending on your desired pace. Here are the key daily events to plan for:

Private Date Day: Select two or three couples to enjoy a private date in a special area of the villa or off-lot.

Gameplay Challenge Day: Determine the strongest and weakest islanders through skill challenges or quality assessments. The islander with the lowest quality item or skill percentage within a time limit of around 2- 4 in game hours, will risk elimination if they lack significant relationships.

Chaos Spin Day: Introduce random events to stir up drama and unpredictability among the contestants.

Coupling and Elimination Day: Held in the evening on the last day of each round. Contestants dress in formal or party wear for the ceremony. After the first elimination, the gender with numerical advantage chooses their partner first. Those without partners face elimination. Re-coupling may occur if islanders form closer bonds during the round.

"Bombshells": Introduce 4-8 additional sims (evenly split by gender) sporadically in each round to shake up dynamics. Morning of the date day in each round is ideal for their arrival, allowing them to participate in that day’s events.

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On the first day, your goal is to have everyone meet and interact in the villa. Here’s how to get started:

Equal Numbers: Begin with an even number of males and females to form 4 couples in total.

Numbering Sims: Number each sim from 1-8 for easy reference during wheel spins.

Lovestruck Expansion: If you have the Lovestruck expansion, observe the sentiments and dynamics as the islanders interact. Pair up those with stronger connections.

Initial Dates: Start the day with a few different dates. Roll for the number of current islanders to determine who goes on dates. If a new islander or “bombshell” is entering, they will get the date. Choose their date based on sentiments, attraction, and relationship levels.

Natural Relationships: Let relationships develop naturally. Avoid interfering, but you can offer slight encouragement if you notice two sims flirting. The challenge’s fun lies in the organic unfolding of relationships.

⭐️ Keep the first day focused on introductions and initial connections to set the stage for the rest of the challenge!

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Setting Up Private Dates

Use a number roller from 1-8 (or the current number of islanders). The chosen number gets to pick their date based on:

- Attraction system

- In-game sentiments/dynamics

- First interaction

Date Execution:

Unlock the gate for the couple to access the private date area, or teleport them in.

Bombshells:

When a new bombshell arrives, they get 1-2 dates to decide who they want to couple up with.

Limit the total number of dates to 3 per day. For example, a bombshell can have up to two dates, and you can still have one date among current islanders.

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Suggested Skills for Challenges:

- Candle Making

- Cooking

- Painting

- Cross Stitching

- Gemology

- Knitting

- Woodworking

- Flower Arranging

- Media Production

- Mixology

- Nectar Making

- Fitness

- Yoga

- Rock Climbing

- Fishing

- Guitar

- Violin

- Pipe organ

- Juice fizzing

Here’s a list to spin for skill competitions

Challenge Outcomes:

- Winner: The islander with the best quality item, highest skill, timed score (depending on the skill chosen or combo of those) wins a night in the victor suite. They can invite their partner or someone else for added drama. If an unpartnered sim wins, they get a chance to invite someone and potentially steal a partner.

- Loser: The islander with the lowest quality item or skill point is at risk of leaving if they don't form significant relationships by the coupling ceremony. If it comes down to two sims, the one who lost the challenge leaves.

Tips:

☑️ Place skill-related items around the house or in a special skill room to allow sims to use them autonomously. This ensures fairness when spinning for the next challenge.

☑️ Don’t force sims to gain skills; let them choose to do so on their own. Any skill points they gain is all fair game for when it’s time for a gameplay challenge.

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This day is just to keep you on your toes. The randomness will make your experience more customized and help you determine who is good with whom. I numbered these so you can use a number randomizer to determine which one you get for today.

⭐️ You do not have to read all 45 of them right now if you don’t want to. You may skip to the elimination section.

1. Use a number randomizer to determine which girls are getting into a fight today.

2. Use a number randomizer to determine which boys are going to fight today.

3. The couple with the lowest romance is fighting today.

4. The couple with the highest romance is fighting today.

5. Someone in the couple with the lowest romance is getting cheated on today.

6. Someone in the couple with the highest romance is getting cheated on today.

7. An old villager comes back for a day to cause some drama among a couple.

8. Get some activity tables; we’re doing a group puzzle.

9. Everyone gets on the yoga mats for a yoga class.

10. Throw a party of your choice; this can include villagers who have been voted out.

11. An islander of choice must get close with another islander outside their couple.

12. A massage therapist is hired for everyone today.

13. We get a slip and slide for today.

14. We get a couple of bowling alleys for today.

15. Tanning and beach combing day (if you are in Sulani or Tartosa).

16. Use a number randomizer (1-8) to give a sim 1+ skill points for free to use in the next challenge day.

17. Use a randomizer to determine who’s being messy today and woohooing with two different sims.

18. A couple of choice gets a date alone today; a couple with the lowest romance gets a chance to work on their relationship via a date alone.

19. A couple with the highest romance gets a date alone today.

20. Everyone plays a game of basketball.

21. Everyone has to skill up one point, but they each have to do a different skill from one another (and, of course, skills used for competitions).

22. The losers and winners of the last gameplay challenge day go head-to-head in a redo of the competition.

23. A new bromance occurs today.

24. It’s just me and the girls. Two girls get to be friends today.

25. A friendship occurs between a male and female who aren’t attracted to each other.

26. Everyone makes a friendship bracelet.

27. Throw a house party.

28. Throw a dance party.

29. Throw a pool party.

30. A sudden death occurs. You must kill off a sim; roll from 1-8 to determine who dies.

31. An engagement?! Roll 1-8 to see who’s getting engaged with their current coupled-up partner.

32. Tanning! Everyone just works on their tan today. (Maybe an enemy sabotages someone’s tan.)

33. Get a photo studio; let’s take some pictures for the house.

34. Everyone plays a card game.

35. We take everyone to another lot.

36. Take all of the girls to another lot.

37. Take all of the boys to another lot.

38. A double elimination occurs. The two people with the lowest gameplay challenge score go home.

39. They’re back! A female player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

40. They’re back! A male player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

41. Drama! Three islanders go on a date together in hopes of two coupling up.

42. Use the woohoo blanket.

43. Everyone plays darts or foosball.

44. Use a number randomizer to determine who’s getting a secret lover on Cupid’s corner outside of the household.

45. Throw a costume party and have everyone wear a random outfit from the costume trunk.

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The first elimination is based purely on the islander who loses the initial challenge, because not everyone might of made a romantic connection yet.

All other eliminations will be based on who has the lowest relationship(s) and ranking in gameplay challenge.

Set up challenge stations in a large room, like a basement.

Randomize the gameplay challenges for a fun and unpredictable experience. Choose skills that produce items with a quality rating or judge by the highest skill points achieved in a set time.

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Observing Interactions:

Pay attention to Sims naturally interacting, especially if they're already coupled but start talking or flirting with others.

If two Sims start being flirty around each other alone often, you can nudge the relationship by having them flirt once or twice to see if they will keep it going.

Recoupling:

A Sim might choose to recouple if their bond with another Sim grows stronger.

In a love triangle, the Sim that has the least connections (romantic and friend wise) and ranked the lowest among in the gameplay challenges, is the one that will be eliminated.

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Let Cheating Happen: If a Sim cheats, let it play out naturally. Don't intervene in saving Sims if they die; it's part of the challenge. Butlers or maids can be hired to manage the cleaning.

No Careers at the start: None of the Sims should have a career initially. However, you can write them a bio if desired.

Adapt as Needed: If you don’t have a certain pack for a skill or activity, replace it with something you do have.

Managing Needs: Assign a bedtime to ensure needs are met. In the morning, control them to shower and eat. The first Sim up makes breakfast unless you have a hired butler or maid.

Encourage Flirting: It's okay to make Sims flirt or chat generally whenever you like, but for new romances, only initiate flirting once or twice to get things started. Do this only if you notice Sims getting flirty around each other often, as Sims usually won't start a romance autonomously without a mod. After that, don't intervene. If the romance doesn't progress, it wasn't meant to be. Follow their social cues and wants to let you know who they like.

Unlimited Funds: This challenge isn’t about money, so feel free to use the "rosebud" cheat as much as you like. 😉

Rewards: The winners could win the villa and you can renovate it in their style. Alternatively, use them in another challenge.

Questions and Feedback: If you need any clarifications, feel free to ask. If you try out this challenge, tag me! Use the #ts4romanticreef

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hometoursandotherstuff · 5 months ago

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Beautiful condos are available in this building beginning at about $225k and up, but the penthouse, here, is for sale for $6.4m + a ridiculous $7,150/mo HOA . This is a 1981 building in Houston, TX. 4bds, 6ba, 7,156 sq ft. The caveat is that the current owners made some decor decisions that buyers may not want to pay $6.4m for. Take a look.

The entrance hall. As you can see, they went with black, gray, purple, and gold. I do like black if it's done right.

It just doesn't look crisp, it's like they hired the lowest bidder. Look at the gold on the table to the left- that's a DIY paint job.

The grand staircase has lighted steps.

Not sure what they were going for. Hip, goth, glam, or subdued sophistication. Do you see what I mean- the gold lines on the ceiling aren't sharp.

Double balconies and a gold tray ceiling.

They've got a chess table in the stair well.

My ex was an antique furniture restorer and I learned about paint and stuff. It just doesn't look right- if it's a semi-gloss finish, it doesn't have the rich satin glow, and if it's gloss, it's not shiny enough- it should look like patent leather. I'm confused, it must be cheap paint.

At least they didn't mess up the kitchen. Is that a tin backsplash? I would prefer tile or quartz.

This dining area has damask wallpaper, (not a fan), but the ceiling's got a mural.

Large guest powder room.

Huge bedroom. The ceiling in here is nice. Great panoramic view of the city.

Very large ensuite.

The walk-in closet/dressing room.

This secondary bedroom is big enough for a sitting area.

The ensuite is a shower room.

This appears to be an office.

It also has its own shower room.

On this lower level, there's a family room.

Bd. #3 is pretty. Maybe this is the primary bedroom. It's hard to tell b/c all the bedrooms are large.

Matching ensuite.

Beautiful closet and a vanity table.

Here's a gentleman's closet, too.

The lounge has a bar and doors to the rooftop deck.

The roof top deck is gigantic, and includes a full-size pool and hot tub.

Amenities include 6 parking spaces, Dry Sauna, Exercise Room, Guest Room Available in case you run out of space, Playground, Storage, Tennis Court(s), Trash Chute, Trash Pick Up, and Outdoor Kitchen.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/101-Westcott-St-UNIT-2001-Houston-TX-77007/28420214_zpid/

#penthouses #hi rise condos #houses #house tours #home tour

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neon-kazoo · 23 days ago

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As promised!

Singing Bird (Bloodstained Ivory pt. 3) pt. 2 here

Hero found herself back inside soon enough, unable to sit still for any substantial length of time. For now, she perched on the arm of a chair that faced a half-full bookshelf. She pecked at a tray of fruit a servant had brought to her door, which she accepted only because it hadn't come directly from him. Popping a grape into her mouth, she traced her fingernail along the trim of the fine fabric chair and began to question if maybe this was all just some messed up dream she had yet to wake from.

Why? What did he gain from this, other than humiliating her? Showering his enemy in his luxurious mercy until she drowned in it? Was this finery really made to torture her?

Or was there something she wasn’t seeing?

Back on her feet and rounding the arm chair, she came to stand in view of the yard and the various plants that accompanied it. On branches that sprawled out on the closest oak tree reaching towards her window, a small bird hopped between leaves. A spark of jealously followed the sight of its rounded body and speckled feathers. It reminded her what she couldn't have, showing her what she really was.

A canary in a gilded cage.

At least that analogy implied she was beautiful and talented. She was never one for singing, though. Nor was she one for sitting around. She was, however, one for yelling. So that's what she decided to do.

"Supervillain!" She shouted. "Super! Villainnn!"

She stomped barefooted out into the hall, marching towards the stairs before her semi-frantic nemesis appeared around the corner heading towards her.

"Hero? Are you okay?" He questioned, sounding just a little breathless. His hair was ruffled like he had been in a rush, which was a stark contrast to his usual put-togetherness. Hero found her eyes drawn to the messy strands and it took an unmentionable amount of time for her to look away, which she reasoned to be nothing more than a warrior's eyes honing in on a crack in a opponent's armor. Just getting a view of his weaknesses.

Nothing more.

"What is all this?" She demanded, ignoring his concern entirely.

"What is what?" He asked, which Hero took as a play at innocence. Supervillain ran his hand through his hair, raising an eyebrow at the fired-up hero.

"This!" She gestured around with a mock of his sweeping arm, pointing at various mosaic lamps that had to have cost a fortune, framed paintings that were definitely stolen, and plush carpet runners that must have required constant cleaning since he apparently walked around in his work shoes.

"I don't think I understa—"

Hero boldly grabbed her fiancé by the wrist and dragged him back towards her room, only mildly surprised when he allowed it with little to no resistance.

Back inside the room, Hero dropped his hand and made a bee-line for the ornately covered mattress.

"What is this!" She loudly reiterated.

She snatched a pillow off the bed, shaking it so hard she was shocked feathers didn't come flying out.

Supervillain opened his mouth, but he didn't even have a chance to speak before the passionate shouting continued.

"Why is it so horrifically soft!" She tossed the pillow with little regard to where it landed, regretting only for a moment that she hadn't thrown it at him instead. "Why am I comfortable! Why isn't this place made of damp concrete and filled with brainwashed minions that feed me watered down broth until I die!"

She took a much needed breathe before she continued, but it didn't stop her voice from breaking at her last question. The one that truly had her mind spinning and her heart twisting in knots.

"Why am I not dead?"

She looked up, and Supervillain immediately met her eyes. He stepped forward, closer than he had ever really gotten before. Hero supposed he need not worry now about being close enough to be stabbed with a knife or kicked between the legs.

It occurred to her that marriage might actually entail exactly what she feared it would entail. Supervillain must seen the change in her eyes, a slight pupil contraction or a hint of fear, because he immediately took a half-step back.

“I’m not going to make you love me,” he reassured, though it wasn't exactly what Hero would describe as comforting. The implication that he could weighed in the air and stuck to her skin in a way that made her feel hot, though she was as cold natured as they come.

She pretended this mansion was just in desperate need of a dehumidifier.

He chewed on his lip for a moment while Hero caught up on the breaths she had missed due to his proximity. He was clearly contemplating, until he finally seemed to settle on a follow up.

“But my door is open.”

He paused before he walked away, steps receding with the measured taps of fine leather dress shoes on polished marble floor. He left her standing in the doorway, arms hugging herself tighter than she was willing to admit. Hero got the impression he had wanted to say more, but she was in no mood to push, and it was clear he was in no mood to elaborate.

It seemed marriage didn't entitle her to see inside the ever-working mind of her nemesis, just as it didn't entitle her body to him. The first part was neither here nor there to Hero.

She would just have to draw her own conclusions about what was going on in his head.

#hehe it’s my tumblr birthdayyyyyy #one whole year of this #80 snippets later #i actually stuck with it lol #hero x supervillain #hero x villain #hero x villain community #hero/villain snippet #forced marriage

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simmervlogs · 1 year ago

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Hello Simmers, come and enjoy your stay at Villa Firostefani! This build is another multi use lot.

Villa Firostefani is a family friendly restaurant and vacation spot that is tucked snugly along Tartosa's sunset coastline,. This location offers soft and sandy beaches to share with a lover, plus nighttime bioluminescent shores that are perfect for lighting up a romantic dip... and only a short stroll from Porto Luminoso. This is a family-run complex of villas with scenic views of the waters. Built in Cycladic style, each room is different from the other. This property has a private villa with it's own pool which caters to a family, a studio with a balcony for backpackers and last but not least, a perfect honeymoon suite, with a private outdoor shower and direct beach access. This venue is also offers day passes for those who are not staying in the villas. Don't forget to try the delicious seafood the restaurant prepares daily and the refreshing cocktails during sunset happy hour. Villa Firostefani also offers spa services as well as movie night as an activity during the weekend.

Please note almost everything is CC and the items were not created by me! Please let me know if anything is missing, there were a lot of cc items! Dine out (restaurant lot type, chefs station), Spa Day (Massage beds, sauna, massage chairs), Island living (Pool floatie) required for function.

Please do support and directly download from all the creators mentioned! I have attached the CC folders too for convenience. I have decided to share the folders via Google drive for ease of access so please let me know if you have any tips or questions xx

Do check out my Tiktok, live almost everyday building!

INSTRUCTIONS

Please directly move all the files in CC zip folder to your Mods folder.

Please move Tray files (Tray files folder) to your Tray folder (enable bb.moveobjects on).

Gallery ID- SimmerVlogs (Enable CC)

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Note- I have placed this down in Tartosa- 40X20 lot

Thank you once again to all CC creators!

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trippiexlove · 2 months ago

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Ch.21 - Serendipity

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Kind of a short chapter - But Enjoy! :)

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I woke up to Jey's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, I checked my phone and saw a flood of birthday wishes. Answering a few messages, like posts fans made for me. Soon after, the door opened and Josh and Jeyce came in, singing Happy Birthday. Josh carefully carried a tray of food, while Jeyce held a stack of gift bags.

A smile spread across my face as they finished the song. "Thank you guys! You really didn't have to."

"But we wanted to, happy birthday, beautiful," Josh said, leaning down to give me a kiss. I smiled, taking the bags from Jeyce and giving him a hug. "Thank you, Jeyce."

"No problem, Dru," he replied, heading out as Josh placed the tray beside me.

"This looks amazing, babe," I said, picking up a fork and cutting a piece of pancake. A moan escaped my lips as I tasted it, and I eagerly went for another bite.

"You know I throw down in the kitchen; it's nothing new," Josh chuckled, and I nodded in agreement. "Now, open your gifts!"

I reached for the first bag, pulling out a beautiful, all-black silk dress. In the next bag, I found a box and opened it to reveal a pair of sleek, all-black heels.

"These are really cute, babe! Who helped you pick them out?" I laughed at his slightly offended reaction.

"I picked these out myself, thank you very much!"

I chuckled at his silliness. "Well then, you did a really good job, babe. Thank you." I leaned over and gave him another kiss.

"Enjoy your breakfast. I'm going to drop Jeyce off at his friend's house. Be ready by seven; we have reservations." I nodded as he left the room.

After finishing my delicious breakfast, I took care of my morning routine and brought the dishes downstairs to wash them. As I walked back into the room, my phone started ringing. Seeing Trin's name on a FaceTime call, I quickly answered. Trin, B, and Jade's smiling faces filled the screen, and they all yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks, girls! Where are you all?"

"We're actually about to come get you, so I hope you're dressed!"

"Luckily, I am," I replied with a smile.

"Great, come outside; we're here!" Trin said. I hung up and quickly double-checked that I had everything. Locking the house, I headed outside and got into Trin's car.

"Where are we going?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt as Trin pulled away from the curb.

"Josh gave me his card and told me to treat you," Trin said, and I looked at her in shock. "Hair, nails, anything you need – it's on him."

Bianca leaned forward. "You've got yourself a good man!"

I laughed, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Ok, let's do it!"

Hours Later

Finally home after a few blissful hours of pampering, I glanced at the clock and saw it was around five. I hurried upstairs and stepped into the shower, indulging in my full hygiene routine. Once I was out, I moisturized my skin and quickly refined the soft, loose curls in my hair, finishing with light makeup. I slipped into the black silk dress and my matching black heels.

As I headed downstairs, Jey caught my eye, looking devastatingly handsome in his all-black ensemble – his Hall of Fame outfit from this year, no less. The moment he saw me, he bit his bottom lip, his grill flashing.

"You look incredible, mama," he murmured, taking my hand and spinning me gently before pulling me into a lingering kiss.

I smiled, my heart fluttering. "You look pretty damn good yourself, Main Event." He stepped away, only to return moments later with a breathtakingly large bouquet of roses. I gasped as he presented them to me. "Jey, you didn't have to! These are absolutely gorgeous."

"I wanted to," he said softly, "but there's one more thing." He then produced two black velvet boxes, one small and square, the other longer and rectangular. My breath hitched as I opened them, revealing a stunning diamond ring and a delicate diamond necklace shaped like the letter J. My eyes widened, and I looked up at Jey, speechless.

"This isn't an engagement ring," Jey said softly, his eyes filled with sincerity as he held my hand, "but a promise. A promise of my unwavering commitment to you, to us." I blinked back the tears that welled in my eyes, my heart swelling with emotion. I leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss, pouring all my love into that simple gesture.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I really appreciate this, everything. I love you."

"I love you more, always," he replied, his thumb gently stroking my hand. "Now, let's go. I got something special planned for you tonight."

He led me out to his sleek, black car, opening the passenger door for me with a flourish. As we drove towards the restaurant, a comfortable silence settled between us, filled with unspoken excitement and anticipation. We pulled up to a beautifully lit establishment, and Jey hopped out, hurrying around to open my door. He took my hand, his touch sending a familiar warmth through me, and we walked inside. Jey gave the hostess his name with a confident smile.

Moments later, we were seated at a cozy, intimate table. The ambiance was perfect – soft lighting, gentle music playing in the background, and the murmur of happy conversations around us. We ordered our food, the anticipation of our evening mingling with the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen. As we ate and talked, sharing stories and laughter, a sense of deep contentment washed over me. I knew this was the right time to share my decision with him.

"So," I began, placing my fork down and turning my full attention to Jey, "you know I've had some time to really think about moving in with you..."

He nodded, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of curiosity as he took another bite of his food. "Yeah? And what's it going to be, my love?"

A wide smile bloomed on my face. "I say let's absolutely go for it."

The movement of his fork stilled completely, and his gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across his face, lighting up his entire expression.

"You're for real?" he asked, his voice filled with a joyous disbelief. I nodded, my smile mirroring his. He reached across the table, cupping my face in his hands, and peppered my lips with soft, tender kisses.

"I am so incredibly happy you said that," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how happy you've not only made me, but Jeyce as well. He talks about you being here all the time." Tears welled in my own eyes at his sweet words, at the depth of his affection.

"I love you," I whispered, reaching up to gently rub the side of his face, our eyes locked in a tender gaze that spoke volumes.

"I love you too, Ma," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. He leaned in and kissed me again, a deeper, more passionate kiss that sealed our unspoken promises. We savored the rest of our dinner, the conversation flowing easily, punctuated by loving glances and gentle touches. After paying the bill, we walked hand-in-hand back to the car, the anticipation of our future together buzzing in the air.

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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 28: Have It Your Way

Thanks for the inspiration @sagan-starstuff and @illaisland

tw: menstruation mention, canon-typical gore, food

Autopsies make Scully hungry. Not the autopsies themselves, obviously. The process doesn't exactly turn her stomach after all this time, but they aren't appetizing either, and having a snack as she gazes into a retracted rib cage isn't exactly sanitary. It's difficult, exacting work that takes a lot of thought, and it's cold in the morgue, so by the time she finishes the last of the autopsies Mulder thought they needed to really solidify their evidence in the case, she's starving. She showers and changes as quickly as she can, emerging from the morgue to find Mulder waiting.

"I didn't hold with your Biblical plagues theory, Mulder, but you weren't entirely wrong," she says, tipping her head from side to side to crack her neck. He winces at the sound. "The last body was full of grasshoppers. Or locusts, as you will."

"The one before that had burns and frostbite," he says, his eyes lit up. It occurs to her that they are well and truly twisted at this point. Professional detachment is one thing, but they're beyond that.

"And, improbably, frogs in this morning's corpse."

He shrugs. "You've seen one body with frogs in it, you've seen 'em all."

She laughs, just a little bit. "I'm starving."

"I'll drive around," he says, taking the keys to the rental car out of his pocket. "You sing out when you see something."

She peers out the window as he navigates. They do this sometimes, this dinner divination, when there are enough choices to feel like fate. This particular metro area is a big town or a small city; fast food abounds. She sees the white and blue sign of a Culver's looming like an angel. Her stomach growls. On top of everything else, she's on her period, and the idea of a burger stokes a need deep inside her. "There," she says.

Mulder parks obediently in the lot and escorts her in, his fingers brushing the small of her back like they're entering a much nicer restaurant.

They look incongruous in the Culver's in their suits and dress shoes. They usually do. Scully ignores the sideways stares from the ultrapolite locals and strides up to the counter. She orders the curd burger, and feels ridiculous doing so, but the lure of fried cheese is too strong to resist. She adds onion rings and fries to her order, because why not, and a chocolate malt. Malt is nutritious, after all. Mulder, looking amused, asks the cashier for a double bacon butter burger with cheese, plus fries and a vanilla shake.

"He doesn't think we can throw down, Scully," he murmurs to her as they fill their water cups at the soda fountain, leaning close to be heard over the clatter of ice.

"I guess he's going to learn," she says.

The food arrives. Mulder carries the tray to their table, carefully selected for its views of the exits, because they can't not keep everything in line of sight. They hang their jackets on the back of their chairs. Mulder rolls up his sleeves, clearly ready to do battle with the pile of food. Scully unwraps her burger with its glorious patty of fried cheese and bites into it. It's possible that she moans a little. Mulder licks his lips.

"That good?"

"Mm," she agrees with her mouth full.

He bites into his own burger and now Scully's the one trying not to look at him, because his expression of bliss is too close to something else. They eat, dipping onion rings into the tubs of ketchup. Scully dunks a fry in her chocolate malt. It's an excellent combination.

"I was so hungry," she says.

"I gathered that," Mulder teases.

"You spend all day in a freezer," she mutters.

"I'm not judging you, Scully," he says, leaning back in his chair and taking her second-to-last onion ring. He leaves her the big one, though, so she doesn't lunge across the table and bite it out of his mouth. "I'm always happy to help you satisfy your appetites."

She eyes him up and down, considering five or six different witty retorts, fairly certain he can hear each one of them even though she says nothing. Most of the time, menstruation is somewhere between routine and annoying, but every now and then, it stirs primal hungers in her. She could sink her teeth into the muscle of Mulder's forearm where his sleeve is rolled up and lick the salt off his skin.

"I'll call you next time I feel the need to take down a rack of ribs."

"Oh, I'll be there," he assures her. He reaches over with a napkin and dabs at her mouth. The napkin comes away red with ketchup. "You're a messy eater, Scully. You need me there to spot you."

She looks away and tugs at the straw of her malt, pulling the thick liquid through. The effort hollows her cheeks. It probably looks like she's sucking something else, although the technique doesn't really carry over. God, she's got to calm down. Maybe she can pour her ice water into her lap. It's not like she could get any soggier down below, between her flow and whatever else.

Mulder balls up the wrappers and rises to slide all the trash into the basket. He stacks the tray with its fellows; it makes that particular plasticky click. He picks up his shake and his jacket and tips his head inquisitively, and Scully follows him, feeling the eyes tracking them out of the restaurant. She ignores them. They always draw attention, regardless of what they're doing. She's just glad no one's hit on Mulder yet. She's not sure she'd tolerate that well today.

"Let's go to the movies," she says on impulse. "I don't want to sit at the hotel."

"If you want to sit in the car instead, we could go to the drive in," he offers. "I saw it on the way into town yesterday."

"What's playing?" she asks.

He grins a little crookedly. "Does it matter?"

"No," she says. "Let's go."

They'll probably talk through the movie, slurping on the remnants of the drinks they'll have to smuggle in, but it will feed some other part of her soul. Mulder, in his way, is even more gratifying than onion rings. He's the after-dinner mint to her day, and she wants to savor that.

"A little mignardise to round off our meal," he says. "Or as I called it, the dessert dessert. Much to the displeasure of my cotillion teacher."

"Exactly," she says. "You get me."

He glances over, still grinning. "I got you."

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