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birds of a feather | daniel ricciardo

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pairing: daniel ricciardo x british!reader

cw: mentions of chr*stian horner, singapore gp 2024

a/n: sorry for the long hiatus but i just had to come back and make something for danny. i've loved that man since i got into f1 and the idea that i won't see him on track anymore hurts so deeply. thank you for the memories honey badger, you will always have a place here on tinycoffeeroom <3

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Hi baby.

Hi love.

You sound exhausted, did you not sleep well last night?

Not really, I've been trying to go over strategies with the team, but nothing seems to be working. There's no way I'm getting in the points this week.

I'm sorry Danny, I know how much you've been working on this...

Have you asked them about that power unit thingy you were talking about?

Yeah... they don't have the time to test it and add it in before this race or even COTA.

What about the new rear wing?

Well...

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Anyway, enough about this shit show. How are you, darling? I miss you.

I miss you too, pretty boy. It sucks that this conference overlaps the race, I wish I was there so bad. Just wanna hug you.

Me too, y/n. Me too. I'm coming back as soon as the race is over. At least we have 4 weeks before the next one. Did you manage to book time off?

I did! 2 whole weeks to follow you across the globe watching you strut your stuff! Hopefully we can get Horsey back for the memories.

Blake's been emailing the owner, so hopefully Horsey will make a reappearance. (LAUGHS)

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Oh wait, Helmut's calling me, I'll call you back babe.

Ok! Lemme know what he says!

Always do. Love you.

Love you too pretty boy.

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It had been a last minute decision, choosing to fly out to Singapore. You knew Daniel would never put his own needs above yours, and while the conference was important for your career, he was important to you too.

It had been easy getting everything sorted. By the time you were texting Blake about flying over, he had already sent you a message, a simple "you know?".

A quick email to your boss, a semi lie spun about a family emergency, and a whirlwind of packing bags later, you found yourself sitting in Heathrow.

Your fingers twitched nervously as you checked the time differences between England and Singapore, double checking Daniel wouldn't find it strange if you didn't respond to his texts for the next 13 hours.

Your flight left at 8PM Singapore time, that gave you at least 10 hours before he would wake up for the race.

Blake had sneakily upgraded your tickets to first class so you could sleep comfortably on the flight and be ready to go straight into race day, or night, when you landed.

Tapping your phone awake, you smile at the lock screen staring back at you.

You and Daniel had gone away with a few other couples from the grid, a well needed break from the stress of Formula 1. In the midst of a late night beach walk with Charles and Alex, Daniel had grabbed your thighs, hoisting you over his shoulder.

Your shrieks of laughter had drawn some weird looks from those around you, but neither of you cared. You'd clawed your way back, legs settling tightly around Daniel's waist as his arms wrapped tightly around yours.

You didn't even notice the flash of Alex's phone, too enthralled in the wide smile encapsulating the man holding you, all teeth and gums and happiness dripping from him like sweet honey. A quick peck to the bridge of his nose and then the corner of his mouth was enough for him to lower you gently to the ground, arms still encompassing you tightly.

The sound of Charles fake gagging beside you finally pulled the two of you out of the lovesick stupor you'd been caught in, eyes roaming the shadows cast across your lover's face from the fading sunset.

When Alex had texted you the photo once you were back in the hotel room, limbs wrapped around one another in the cool, air conditioned room, you'd chuckled lightly, drawing Daniel's attention.

"What's so funny?" The hand gripping your thigh draped lazily across his lap squeezed once, thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly.

Turning the phone to face him, you watched his eyes light up, that same dazzling smile spreading as he took in the photo.

"Send that to me."

You hummed in response, airdropping the photo to him as he pulled your thigh higher up his lap. As he leaned forward, lips searching for yours under the dim lamp light, you quickly set the photo as your lock screen, no doubt in your mind that Daniel would soon do the same.

A tannoy drags you back to the present.

"All passengers for flight SIA324, please make your way to the gate. Boarding will begin in 15 minutes."

Typing out a quick goodnight message to Daniel, you pocket your phone, sighing as you make your way towards what could be the last time you see Daniel in a Formula 1 car.

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lilymhe 💔 if i knew you were coming to singapore, i would have come too! ↳ ynstagram was a last minute decision sorry babe xx ↳ lilymhe ... don't tell me ↳ ynstagram 🙃

maxverstappen1 how did you get time off?? i thought you were super busy with work ↳ ynstagram claimed a family emergency, even if danny doesn't want me here, i needed to come ↳ maxverstappen1 he needs you y/n, more than i think even he knows

landonorris does dan know you're coming? ↳ ynstagram nope, blocked him from my close friends for a bit ↳ landonorris sneaky, i like it ↳ landonorris see you soon y/n, glad you'll be here :)

iamrebeccad you're coming to the gp??? come to ferrari hospitality if you can!!!! alex misses you 🥺 ↳ ynstagram don't think i'll be leaving vcarb this weekend, we can meet up for brunch soon though 🩷 ↳ iamrebeccad oh... yeah sure, just let me know 💜

blakefriend hope you got to the hotel alright, me and dan are out for his training session, did you get the keycard ok? ↳ ynstagram i did, and the paddock passes. thanks for this blake, i know with everything going on, last minute admin is the last thing you need ↳ blakefriend if it means dan can have some sense of calm in this mess, i'd do it 10 times over ↳ blakefriend we'll be back at 1pm, see you in a few hours ↳ ynstagram 🫡 see you then

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Getting from the airport to the hotel had been easy enough. Piling the bags you had brought from Monaco to London and now to Singapore onto the only trolley remaining, you make your way down to the Arrivals.

Stepping through the automatic doors, your eyes dart between the people around you. Families reuniting with bright laughter and happy tears, lovers sharing intimate kisses under the harsh airport lights. Businessmen already glued to the phone in their hands as they weave through bodies with ease, their bodies twisting and turning like a well rehearsed waltz.

A man in a black suit jacket and oversized chauffeur hat catches your eye, his eyes following your figure as you try to move around the other passengers. You glance down at the large piece of paper held just above his waist.

“Y/N L/N” is scrawled in large black letters across the paper, chicken scratch that looks very much like Blake’s.

Making your way over, the man tips the edge of his chauffeur hat slightly, reaching a hand out to shake yours.

You want to apologise for the clamminess of your palms as you accept his welcome, but before you can speak, he’s reaching across to take the trolley from you, his head tilting briefly in the opposite direction.

You follow behind him, feet double stepping to keep up as he expertly navigates the sprawling grounds of Singapore Airport.

By the time you reach the car out front, a sheen of sweat covers your upper lip and you cringe, feeling your t-shirt slowly cling to your back.

The man opens the boot, then the back door and ushers you in. The cold air conditioning feels like a welcome home kiss, brushing away the humidity that clings to your skin from the small journey between the airport and the car. By the time the man sits in the driver's seat, your eyes are slipping closed, head lolling against the headrest behind you.

You didn’t mean to sleep for the entire car journey, but you’d barely been able to rest for more than 20 minutes on the flight, opting instead to cycle through nonsense films to play in the background as the thoughts in your mind waged a war on your emotions.

It had been a tense 13 hours, trying to work out what had happened on that phone call between Daniel and Helmut. You knew there were talks of him not extending his contract, but leaving mid season?

Your Danny? The self proclaimed and well known Honey Badger, king of late braking and divebombing his grid mates. You’d been with him since the Red Bull days, and even if he wasn’t winning podiums, or even points sometimes, you thought there would be more of an uproar about this from him.

This wasn’t the same man you’d watch nearly fight a waiter because he refused to bring you a new meal after they’d brought out a completely different dish, the same man who left everything on the tarmac and often dragged you to his trailer post race interviews for a well deserved nap.

His texts had been despondent, almost like he believed this was the goodbye he deserved.

That’s the part you couldn’t move past. The idea that he was going to finish his last race without the flair of Daniel Ricciardo, no doughnuts, no grid walk, no party to celebrate the last 13 years.

After the McLaren debacle, you understood why he chose to fly under the radar. With COVID and the situation with Oscar, he’d been more than willing to slip away peacefully but this was different.

This was Red Bull. Or the subsidiary at least. The team he’d spent the longest time in Formula 1 with. The team who took him in as a junior, that he’d won 7 Grand Prix’s with, scored well over 1000 points racing for.

You would have thought that they would have wanted to give him a goodbye worthy of what he had brought to the team.

By the time the chauffeur shakes you gently awake, your mind is no clearer but one thing is for sure. Daniel will not face this storm alone.

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The time of Daniel getting back from his workout was looming slowly. Since entering the hotel room, you’d hopped in the shower, scrubbing the aeroplane smell from you. The suitcases were lined up against the wall and you were currently lazing on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tiktok. Every so often, you’d flick to the notification screen, just in case Blake’s incoming text had somehow slipped past without you catching it.

Your eyes flutter slowly closed, maybe a 10 minute nap wouldn’t hurt. Before you can lock your phone and settle into the plush pillows, a notification pings through. Eyes darting open, you catch the banner notification before it slides up.

They were in the lobby.

“Fuckin’ hell Blake.” Scrambling up from the bed, you round the corner and make sure there is no sign of you in the living room section. Your shoes are tucked away in the bottom of the closet, jacket strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

The telltale ring of a keycard being swiped rings through the air and you slide to hide behind the wall, heart thumping against your chest. Doubt begins to swirl through your mind. What are you even doing here? What if he didn’t invite any of his family or friends because he didn’t want them to see him go out like this? Would he want you to?

Loud voices echo through the hallway, Aussie slang thrown about but you focus on the one thick with a Perth twang.

Your Danny.

“Mate, I’m just gonna go point Percy at the porcelain.” Blake’s voice grows louder as he walks through to the bedroom. He locks eyes with you, giving you a quick one armed hug as you exchange quiet greetings.

Once enough time has passed, he gestures with a finger to his lips to be quiet, head popping around the corner to Daniel.

“Did you bring Y/N’s jacket with you by mistake?”

A confused “No” comes from the living room before Blake leans across you, grabbing the clothing from the chair. He holds it aloft, in Daniel’s line of sight.

“No idea what that’s doing here, mate. You know I always bring a t-shirt of Y/N’s which should be under the pillow.”

Your heart swells at the statement, you had no idea he’d sneak something of yours with him whenever you couldn’t attend races. The earlier doubts dissipate, you knew right here, with Daniel, was where you were supposed to be.

“Strange… oh! I know what’s happened.” Blake shoots you a grin before wrapping a hand around your arm, pulling you into the doorway.

Smiling softly at Daniel, you huff lightly at the way his eyes widen almost comically as he takes you in. Silence spreads through the room, the two of you locked in intense eye contact as Blake slowly moves aside to let you reunite.

“Hello, my love.”

Daniel’s bottom lip wobbles slightly and before you can process it, he’s launched across the room, almost body slamming you with the force he runs at you with. Arms latch tightly around your waist, his head tucked tightly into your neck, trembling lips resting against your pulse point.

“What, I, how?” The words are muffled against your skin, the edges of them tear soaked as the collar of your t-shirt dampens to match.

Carding your hand through his still sweaty curls, you scratch lightly against his scalp. “As soon as you told me, Blake texted me. He booked me on the next flight.”

Daniel’s head pops out from his hiding place, all three of you ignoring the tears smattering his cheeks. He looks across to Blake, who simply shrugs his shoulders, reaching down to grab his gym bag.

“You needed them, and they needed you. It was a no brainer. Also, don’t get sappy with me, I charged the flight to your business card.” A chuckle follows and he claps Daniel on the back once, nodding in your direction before heading out the front door, the sound of it closing echoing slightly.

Daniel’s eyes track from the closing door back to you, wide in wonderment. “But your conference?”

Shrugging, you lean forward to press a soft kiss to the apple of his cheek. “Called in a family emergency. There’s no way I was letting you go through this alone.” You lift your hand up to his face, tracing a path across the same cheek you’d just kissed. “I know your parents or your friends can't be here, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you having to deal with everything going on with no kind of support. I know Blake’s here but-”

You’re cut off by his lips covering yours, desperation seeping through as the words die on your tongue. The taste of salt blooms, the tears still dripping slowly from his eyes. Yours join in quick succession. A rushed “I love you” slips from your mouth the moment you part, his own coming straight after.

The slide of his lips against your own turns molasses slow, the cooled sweat on both of you soon making way for its heated counterpart as you gravitate closer to one another. Warm hands sneak under your t-shirt, the palms cupping the swell of your hips as Daniel whispers words of gratitude through stolen breaths. Your own hands rest against his neck, nails creating slight grooves under the pressure.

Knowing what will come tomorrow, you take in this moment, second by second. The feel of his sweat slick skin under your palms, the slight stubble on his jaw scratching at your chin, the way his heart beats erratically in his chest pressed close to yours.

Every part of this Daniel you memorise, capturing each memory in a gold plated frame. You store them away in the evergrowing gallery of your brain dedicated to the man before you, seal them under lock and key for your eyes only.

You always knew that one day, you’d share them with him. When all the racing was over and the two of you had the house with the white picket fence, or more aptly, the farm with the white picket fence. You’d dissect every moment of him you stored away, stacked one by one for safekeeping. From the moment the two of you met in that busy London street, every grand prix win, every high followed by every low. Just in case he began to forget the man he was, the man he would still be.

You just didn’t realise that day would be coming so soon.

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After the race, you’d left Daniel to his own devices. You knew he would want to spend his time wandering around the track, soaking in every moment of what could be his last ever race.

Grabbing a ride back with Blake, the two of you stick to small talk, neither able to formulate the words you truly wanted to say.

He’d given you a brief goodbye in the lobby, arms wrapped around you in a tight squeeze before the two of you separated, him taking the stairs and you choosing to ride in the elevator.

Shuffling through the front door, you kick your shoes off, nudging them next to the other pairs in the entryway. On the way up, you’d sent Daniel a quick text to let you know when he was on his way back.

Expecting him to respond around midnight, you slowly work through your nighttime routine, opting to wear one of his shirts to bed instead of the pyjamas you’d neatly packed.

Slipping into bed, you unlock your phone, squinting at the brightness. Still no messages from Daniel, the 1:27am at the top of your phone making you sigh deeply. Reaching over, you plug your phone onto charge before starting up a well loved podcast, choosing an episode you could probably quote from memory with how often you relistened to it.

As the dulcet voices fall away to background noise, you settle in for the night, head half shoved into the pillow beside you, Daniel’s scent still lingering from this morning.

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Blearily opening your eyes as the other side of the bed dips lightly, you quickly tap your phone to see the time. A bold 3:57am blinks back at you briefly before the screen goes dark once more.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, sorry babe.” Daniel’s voice whispers in the darkness, hand winding its way around your waist to pull you back to his chest.

Resting your hand over his, fingers interlocking in the open spaces, you squeeze twice. “s’ok, wanted to see you when you got back anyway.”

Silence follows and before you can roll over to look at Daniel, his face presses into the centre of your shoulder blades, the skin warm through the fabric of the shirt.

“Danny?”

He stays quiet, the hand on your waist gripping tighter. You can hear the way his breath starts to shake on the inhale, the tears from his eyes slowly dampening the back of his shirt currently wrapped around you.

“Danny, lemme see you.” A shake of his head rustles the shirt. “Baby, please.”

His grip on your waist loosens and you shuffle around carefully, trying to avoid shoving an elbow in his ribs and adding further insult to injury.

You can hardly make out his face, the small amount of moonlight shining through the haphazardly closed curtains barely illuminating the curve of his cheek. It does catch the glint of his honey brown eyes, tears shimmering along his lash line.

“Oh, my love.” Your heart breaks at the sight of the man in front of you, a shell of who you’ve come to know and love. The pressure behind your eyes builds, tears threatening to mirror Daniel’s. “C’mere.”

One hand wrapping around the back of his neck, you pull him to lay against you. He burrows in, head pressed tight into the junction between your neck and shoulder, a sombre juxtaposition to this morning.

“This is the end. Everything I’ve worked for, over. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.” His arm wraps tight around your waist once more, his leg coming to rest between yours. “I’m officially a has-been.” A wet chuckle escapes him, the noise too loud in the surrounding silence.

You can’t stop yourself from tapping the back of his neck lightly. He knows you hate when he talks like that. “No one’s allowed to talk about the man I love like that.”

His head lifts from your neck to throw you a quick glance. “Even if it’s the man himself?”

Pulling him back to rest against your neck, you run your hands through his hair gently, twirling the longer strands around one of your fingers. “Especially if it’s the man himself. You’re not a has-been, never will be. You’re so talented in so many different ways, there will never be a time you can say you’re past your prime or whatever stupid shit is running around that gorgeous head of yours.” Your fingers tap against his scalp to drive the point home. “Even if you never step foot in one of those cars again, you’ve got your dirt biking, the wine company, Enchante, the 17 other high intensity sports you do that raise my blood pressure every time I watch. You’re smart enough to know how to adapt, and that is what you’ll do. I know it.”

“You seem very sure.” His voice comes out muffled from its spot against your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

“That’s because I am. I was by your side during the papaya setback, I saw how you came back stronger. That’s what this situation is too, a setback. You’ll find a way through, even if I have to stand by the solution with a flashlight to guide you that way.”

He chuckles, the edges of his voice no longer tainted with sorrow. “Can you still not say their name?”

You join his laughter, remembering the last time you’d spoken about McLaren. “Last time I mentioned that company, I got a cease and desist. Don’t think Zac was too happy with the way I was deservedly slagging them off.” Your nose wrinkles as you think back to the snottily worded email and attached letter that dropped into your inbox a few days after your last public comment about their shitty management. “So I promised to never let that name slip from my lips again.”

The room falls silent again, just for a moment. The two of you still tangled in an embrace, even as the first prickles of sweat bead against your hairline from the heat of your bodies in the warm Singapore evening.

Daniel sighs, shuffling minutely to run a hand up and down the length of your side. “I just… I remember when I was 20. Being so excited to get into an actual F1 car, even as a tester. I remember jumping out, seeing that I was the fastest and thinking ‘this is it. This is my chance.’ I wanted to be a Red Bull driver so bad, with every part of me. To win a race, maybe even win a world championship, leave a legacy behind. And now I’ve wasted over a decade of my life with only 8 race wins to show for it. Not even a championship. What kind of legacy does that leave me?”

The sorrow creeps back into his voice, and you have to clear your throat before responding, willing the tears back once more. “A legacy doesn’t have to mean winning a world championship. Or even a race. Think about Jacky Ickx, Stirling Moss, Juan Pablo Montoya. All legends in their own right, but none of them had a world championship. If this was your last race in Formula 1, you leave behind a legacy in your own right. People will know your name for years, even decades to come. King of the late brakers, the guy who always had a smile and a kind word to say about everyone he ever met; even if they didn’t deserve it, the aptly named Honey Badger. Just because you don’t leave behind a legacy in being number 1, doesn’t mean you won’t be up there with the greats.”

Daniel hums, taking in your words, dissecting them one by one. “I’m scared. Where do I go now? Do I even try to come back? Move to a different company entirely? Retire officially and retreat to the farm? I don’t know who I am without Formula 1.”

You take a moment to think about the situation for yourself. A world where Daniel Ricciardo is no longer a Formula 1 driver. It always seemed so impossible to you, the company so deeply ingrained into his being that the very idea of him would cease to exist without it in his life.

“Truthfully, I don’t know.” Your hand continues to card through his hair, a soothing gesture. Whether it was meant to soothe him or you, you weren’t too sure. “I wouldn’t even know where to start with advice, I’ve never had to walk in your shoes. But that doesn’t need to be something to think about right now. Enjoy some downtime, go home and spend time with your family, race dirt bikes around different parts of the world, go see Scotty and Chloe. The future is still so bright for you, Danny. And I’m just happy that I get to be beside you through it all.”

Slowly, he raises his head from its perch, bright eyes finding yours. Despite the situation, you swear he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Teeth bitten lips find yours in the dim light, clumsy and fierce, but perfect in its own right.

“I love you. So fucking much. From the first day we met and you shouted at me for splashing you with a puddle, I knew you were the one. Thank you for never leaving.”

You laugh aloud, remembering how you’d been late for university, umbrella thrashing in the England wind, when a bike had come up dangerously close beside you, running straight through a puddle and covering your jeans in muddy water.

After a long rant at the rider, you’d looked up into apologetic golden eyes and high cheekbones, and immediately the anger had dissipated. “And I love you. Maybe not from the puddle moment, but you won me over nearly immediately after. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, with you.”

This is the moment. The moment to open the gallery in your mind to the man in front of you. To recall each and every moment you’d captured in glossy oils and remind him of who he is, who he always has been.

And then Daniel lays his head back down to your chest, lips pressing an appreciative kiss to the shirt underneath, warmth blossoming through the fabric to your skin below. And the moment passes.

Pressing your head back into the pillow below, you listen to how Daniel’s breathing slows, settling down as he drifts off to sleep. The perfect moment will come back. There’s still time.

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formula1 BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo to leave RB, the team have announced

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fan what the fuck

fan not danny ric 💔💔

fan we just got him back😭😭😭

fan helmut marko watch your back.

user lol not surprised, we all knew he was washed ↳ fan 123.456.789.012 ↳ user did i just get doxxed?

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ynstagram the man of many names. danny ric, ricky bobby, honey badger and most importantly, the love of my life. i've loved you for 6 summers and i'll love you for 600 more.

in the words of our favourite musical, wherever you go i won't be far to follow. whether it's in the navy of the bulls, papaya of [REDACTED], the bee striped renault or the dazzling white of vcarb, you bring so much light and happiness everywhere you go, and i've been privileged to bask in the warmth of you.

and until the next adventure, i will always be here to remind you of the power and strength you inhabit, the souls you've breathed life into and the happiness you've brought to the sport you love (sometimes more than me) for over a decade.

always and forever, your y/n x

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fan anyone else absolutely sobbing right now?? ↳ fan as if his post wasn't enough to make me bawl, ofc y/n drops this

fan to have a love like y/n and danny...

fan not y/n censoring mclaren, they hate that damn team so much ♥️ ynstagram

danielricciardo my darling, i love you, always and forever ❤️ ↳ ynstagram so excited for our future, whatever it holds ❤️

landonorris thanks y/n max is crying now 👍 ↳ ynstagram 🤣 which one? ↳ maxfewtrell both ↳ maxverstappen1 both

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷 we need another double date when you're back in monaco x ↳ ynstagram do we have to bring them? ↳ danielricciardo on my own dedication post... wow ↳ ynstagram 🤷 gotta show my girl love whenever i can

fan helmut better hide, y/n doesn't play when it comes to their man ↳ fan fr don't let the sappy post fool you, ik they have a hitlist in their notes

fan him leaving before COTA is so messed up, he loves that track 😭😭😭 ↳ ynstagram wish you guys could have seen the special helmet :( ↳ fan OH HELMUT MARKO WHEN I CATCH U!!!!!!! ↳ fan special helmet... pls we need to see i BEG

lewishamilton with you by his side, the future is bright for the honey badger 🤍 ↳ ynstagram thanks lew 🩷 ↳ danielricciardo thanks man :)

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a/n: this is not proof read, so ignore any mistakes. i can't wait to see what danny does in the future, whatever it is, i'll be supporting him all the way <3

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goldsbitch · 10 months ago

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That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Darion brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euro for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 5 days ago

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hi! i wanted to start this off by saying i love your writing, it's so wonderful!!! could i request the RE men on how they'd act on their wedding/eloping day w fem!reader please? fluff & nsfw are more than welcome :) thank you!!!

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He wants to keep things intimate. While the idea of a big, extravagant wedding appeals to him, he values the thought of spending this special day just with you, where he can truly be himself. In private, he can express his love and admiration without holding back, showing you his soft and gentle side, away from the prying eyes of others.

This means he’ll make your elopement day unforgettable. He'll hire a priest to officiate your union, will book the most luxurious hotel, and he'll also prepare the itinerary for your honeymoon. He wants to spend an entire month with you, where you will be travelling, experiencing new things, and deepening your bond.

He'd spend weeks working on his vows. Don't get me wrong, he makes sure you know how much he loves you. Every day, even if it's a gesture or a small action, by the time you go to sleep, you need to know that you are being worshipped and loved.

His heart will fill with joy, and his eyes will sparkle with pride as he sees you in that white dress. All he can think of is how lovely and elegant you look, and also how beautiful it will look on the floor when you get to your room.

He'd start off slowly, gentle, wanting to take his time with you. He will place kisses all over your body, starting with your lips and neck, going all the way down between your legs. His tongue will move relentlessly over and around your clit, his fingers curling and twisting inside you, pulling out some delicious moans out of you—those kinds that make his shaft twitch.

He will press his body over yours, looking for closure, as he pushes his cock inside of you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, keeping him tight in your embrace. As he keeps stretching you, he kisses your neck and whispers praises in your ear about how well you take him and how good your pussy feels.

He cums inside you multiple times that night, filling you up to the brim. He yearns that one day he can see your belly full with his kids. He doesn't care about the gender; all he wants are a lot of healthy little ones. You can imagine the excitement when you showed him the positive pregnancy test.

He wants an elopement day because he never knows when he'll have to hop on his next mission. So, after you said "yes," he bought two plane tickets to a country with the fastest departure date available.

Before leaving, he helped you out with the list of things that needed to be done, and luckily everything went incredibly smoothly, as if this holy union was meant to happen.

Even if the ceremony was quicker than expected, you managed to feel the magic of the moment, the suspense and emotions after saying "I do," the overwhelming joy while reciting and hearing each other's vows, and the tingling and burning love of the kiss that bound your souls. Even if his life is full of uncertainties, he is happy to know that you are one constant in his life.

After that, you spent the whole day walking around the city. An elderly couple saw your formal attire, and they were so confused after they heard you just got married, but they were so adorable in their uncertainty. "Why do you mean you got married? Just like that? Where are the guests? Where did you hold the ceremony?" They were very open-minded about it, and they began sharing their wedding day.

After that, you ate at a local restaurant. Again, nothing fancy, something you both liked that had a good view and good food.

The hotel was nice too, but none of you got a chance to admire it as you were too drunk and too over each other. Until you reach your room, both of you engaged in a hot make-out session.

Leon undresses you quickly. The cold air didn't have a chance to tickle your hot skin as Leon was fast to roll over you. Skin pressed on skin tightly, he kept whispering a lot of sweet praises that just trickled over your fevered heart, as they felt so much more intense than would normally say them. His lips felt like feathers on your skin, and they couldn't stop as your melodic moans kept fuelling the burning desire he had for you.

He helped you position yourself on top of him and gasped for air as your warm cunt began to engulf his cock. The warm walls kept contracting around him as you went up and down, and your hips didn't take a single break from moving as Leon felt so good inside of you. His curved shaft kept rubbing that spot inside you, and desperate moans kept escaping your mouth as you felt your orgasm coming, each more melodic and louder than the other. You rested your hand on his chest as your legs became tired, but Leon's powerful grip on your hips helped you keep the pace.

Your legs began shaking, and you collapsed on top of him, feeling that pressure fading from your belly. Your pussy contracted around him, beginning to milk him as soon as he came. You could hear his sobs, his sweet and pathetic ones, as he released a couple of hot, thick spurts inside you.

He kept watching his wife with an adoring gaze for the rest of the night and only fell asleep when the first rays of the sun pierced the sky.

He wants an elopement day with a few guests and a small reception. Even if the idea of a secret wedding day pierced his mind, he decided that it's best to spend this important day with those who are closest to you.

Luis often compliments you, his lips being nothing more than a music stave on which words flow, creating an anthem dedicated to your beauty. He is the type of man to cherish everything about you.

He chose a cabin in the woods because he wanted to give you the fairytale wedding you dreamt of. It's very intimate and very secluded from the outside world. The whole evening felt like you were in a bubble stuck in time. Neither of you felt how the time passed; you were too preoccupied to consume and cherish this special moment. His eyes followed you all day, admiration and desire growing with each passing minute.

Since he was very eager to be alone with you, he carried you with a smirk to your room.

"God, I wanted you all night," he'd whisper in a sweet tone as he'd lay you on the bed. "The way this dress fit on your body…" His hands did most of the talking for him, as they moved so gently yet firmly to take off your dress. He took his time with you, wanting to savour every inch of your body. When he pushed the dress past your boobs, he couldn't resist and stopped to give them some attention. Those beautiful hard nipples were just so beautiful that he had to suck them for a brief moment. You began to moan instantly as you felt his skilled tongue going in circles around the sensitive buds, and you grabbed his hair in a firm grip just how he liked it.

"I can't have enough of you…" he said between moans.

"Me neither…undress me, please." You sobbed as you pushed his head down, urging him to continue. Your mouth watered at the simple thought of his cock going inside you. You wanted him so, so bad that it hurt. You could see his chest rising and falling, showing how heavily he was breathing. He was burning up with desire and passion.

He slid the dress across your body with one smooth move and tossed it on the floor. After that, he quickly got rid of his own clothes, and when you noticed his swollen, red cock, your whole body shivered.

He quickly jumped on top of you, and soon he pushed the first inches in your pussy, stretching you nice and easy given how wet you were.

"It's like you were made for me…." he whined, his mind being clouded by euphoria.

Luis kept increasing his pace, being driven by his own arousal and by your delightful moans. Your cunt was so intoxicating for him, as it clouded his judgement, removing every ounce of self-control and making him act on pure instinct, and his instinct at that time was to bury himself inside you over and over and over until he had consumed everything, and then start again.

He kept rubbing that spot inside of you, increasing the pressure in your abdomen until you felt like bursting. Eventually, the orgasm hit you hard, and it hit him too. He filled you up to the brim, hot, thick spurts of his cum flowing inside you.

He watched you the whole night, not wanting to close his eyes because he wanted to remember your beautiful, sleeping face. Eventually, the fatigue was stronger, and he fell asleep, dreaming of your future.

Surprisingly, he wants a wedding day. After everything he'd been through, he wants something beautiful, something bright, something to remind him that this world is worth living in. Besides, he knew how much you wanted a big wedding, so he wants to comply and satisfy every wish that you have.

Krauser also has a bit of an ego that needs to be satisfied, and this wedding is perfect for that. Every detail will stand out, from the reception to your dress. He was fully involved in planning everything, completely committed to you every step of the way.

Everything was well organised and planned by the second, just as he likes. His heart was filled with joy and pride when heads turned to admire you as you walked down the aisle. He was very handsome too, but you took the spotlight, and he couldn't be more happy. Holding your hands, looking into your eyes, and saying "I do," these moments will be imprinted in his brain, and this feeling will live in his heart until the day he will die.

Having arrived in the room, his hands immediately glued themselves to your body. He barely contained himself all night. Slight touches here and there, under the table, on the dance floor, a small make-out session in the wardrobe—he was boiling up with desire and need.

"You are gorgeous, so, so gorgeous," he said amidst the kiss. A lot of tension was between you that needed to be released.

Krauser managed to take off your pompous dress in a skilled way, leaving you bare. Once he saw your naked body, his mind was clouded at once with an urging need to fuck you senseless, so he picked you up and threw you on the soft mattress.

He was insatiable. His tongue kept drawing circles around your swollen clit over and over, and his fingers would fuck you relentlessly until his whole hand was soaked. His cock was throbbing in his pants more frequently as your moans increased in volume.

"You taste delicious, honey," he said between his own moans.

"I know…now can you please fuck me?" You sobbed, being more and more desperate for his cock, and it's normal considering how much he teased you in the evening.

"How can I say no to you, my love?" he said as he stood up, one hand on your face and the other working to remove his pants. "God, you are so beautiful." His big thumb was running over your cheek; his gaze was full of admiration.

He gave you what you wanted, and he made sure that you'd cry out his name on each and every thrust. His cock massaged that spot inside you so well that it made you curl your toes immediately. You hugged him tight because your emotions were all over the place.

Eventually, your orgasm hit you hard, causing your body to tremble a bit. Krauser made sure to empty his load inside you, and that was so easy considering how your wear cunt kept milking him.

After that, he took care of you. He helped you get ready for bed; he ordered some food and put on a good movie. Of course that you went a couple more rounds after and eventually fell asleep exhausted.

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Always Ever Only You Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Before Bradley leaves for the top secret mission, you manage to send him on a special mission of your own. You want a little taste of how Bradley might have operated in the past, and he's willing to indulge your role playing fantasy. He's prepared for the possibility that you might laugh in his face, but he's not prepared for the other roadblock.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, self doubt, fluff, smut, spanking, role playing, bad pickup lines

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You were practically giddy from nerves on Thursday night as you sat curled up on Bradley's lap on the couch while you talked on the phone with your mom. Your husband was running his fingers up and down your bare thigh and underneath his shirt that you were wearing, and your head was resting on his shoulder.

"When are you thinking about coming out?" you asked, switching the call to speakerphone so Bradley could hear everything. You looked up at him and smirked; he loved your parents and they loved him, but he hated when they stayed at your house. Last time they visited, he lied to your mom and told her he had hotel points that were going to expire before booking them a room at a five star hotel on his credit card. That way you and he could still have loud sex wherever and whenever you wanted to.

You kissed his cheek as your mom said, "Maybe the beginning of July? Just for a few days?"

"Oh, we could go to a Padres game like dad wanted to last time," you said, already thinking about getting tickets.

Bradley cleared his throat and said, "I think I have more hotel points. I could book you a room at that nice hotel again."

You had to clap your hand over your mouth before you started to laugh, and he just grinned at you.

"Oh, that hotel was lovely," you mom crooned. "But don't go out of your way, Bradley. Only if you have points that will expire."

"I always have points that are about to expire," he said quietly before you elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!"

"That actually sounds great, mom. How about you get back to me with exact dates next week sometime? Bradley will be away on a short deployment, but he should be back by the start of July."

"Sure. Let me check with your dad, and we can let you know. Love you both."

"Love you," Bradley said the same time you did, and then you ended the call.

"You're the worst," you told him as you tossed your phone aside and straddled his lap. He looked so satisfied with himself, all you could do was shake your head. "Your ego is huge now, too. You're going to become a nightmare for me."

"My ego isn't huge, Sweetheart," he whispered. "Maybe other things are, but not that."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him softly. "Don't even try to deny that you've been strutting around since you got home from work and told me that Cyclone said you were 'one of the best pilots to ever come out of Top Gun'."

Bradley shrugged and bent his elbows, tucking his hands behind his head. "He said it, not me."

You scooted a little closer, nudging his cock intentionally with your thigh. You could feel him twitching for you, already getting a reaction. "That's why they picked you for the mission. You're the best, Roo."

"We should talk about tomorrow night." His voice was deep with that biting rasp that made your skin feel hot. "Go over the details since you won't let me see you after work."

You bit your lip and braced your hands on his shoulders. You bought a tiny dress and some new heels for tomorrow night, and you didn't want him to see you in them before he met you at the bar. You didn't want him to know anything about that until he saw you. "Well..." you started, scooting a little closer still. "You're going to meet me at One Trick Pony in North Park at 8:30. Don't forget to leave your wedding ring at home."

"I told you, I don't like taking it off unless I have to," he murmured, and you nearly moaned at his words. But he didn't touch you at all; he kept his hands behind his head.

Your body was practically vibrating at the possibilities for tomorrow night. You would be getting the full experience of what Bradley was like before he met you. Part of you had been dying to know how he would have tried to pick you up if he only wanted to sleep with you. But mostly you were thrilled that nearly two years ago, he wanted a whole lot more than that when you met him.

"Well, if you want to fully role play as strangers, you'll have to leave it behind. Just for a few hours. I'm taking both of mine off tonight before bed so I don't forget in the morning."

"You're not wearing them to work?" he asked, looking a little upset.

"It's just for one day. And you can't come home after work. You'll have to get ready in the locker room so I can get ready here."

His cheeks were a little pink now as he examined your face. "I already told you, this is just going to be embarrassing. There's no way I could have pulled you if we met at a bar, Baby Girl. I'd have taken one look at you, and I don't think I would have even tried it. If you and I hadn't been assigned to work together when we met, I would have absolutely never stood a chance."

You kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, "You have literally no appreciation for just how hot you are, Bradley. And that doesn't even begin to delve into all of the other wonderful things you have to offer."

Finally he brought his hands to your hips, but instead of removing your shirt like you were hoping, he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom. "We should get some sleep so I can be well rested when you're laughing in my face tomorrow night."

When you pulled him down on top of you in bed, you said, "Or, we could stay up and have sex."

"No," he said, shaking his head as he stood next to the bed with his semi hard cock poking his shorts. "Not tonight. I want you good and needy tomorrow. I'm hoping that'll make things easier for me."

You whined his name and said, "There's no way I'm not leaving One Trick Pony with you, Roo. That's a given."

"I know, but I guess I kind of want to feel like I earned it." He was blushing again as he walked into the bathroom. "Like I impressed you or something."

You groaned and rolled over so you were face down on your pillow. He really had no idea.

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You had Bradley all tied up in knots. He hadn't even seen you at lunch or anything, and now he was showering after a long day in the air. His body was sore. He was exhausted. He was leaving on Monday for South Korea before heading somewhere classified. And he had less than two hours until he was supposed to meet you at some civilian bar you told him you went to one time with Cam and Maria.

In theory, tonight should be fun. Role playing with you? He fucking loved it. Getting to take you home from the bar and sleep with you? He lived for it. You were his wife, of course he was excited about that part. But his bad lines and terrible moves of yesteryear were something he hadn't thought about since... well since he met you. The best part about being with you was that he never had to pull that shit out to try to impress you. He was just himself around you, and you seemed to like that from the start. Sure he was nervous the first few times he talked to you, but that was because he was already infatuated with everything about you. Not because he was looking to fuck you in the backseat of his Bronco and then forget about you the next day.

He took an extra long shower, and luckily everyone else had cleared out by the time he finished up. He made sure his mustache looked good, and he shaved the rest of his face. He fixed up his hair so it looked tidy, and then he dressed in his black slacks that were a little snug in all the places you liked. And then he slipped on his black shirt with the tropical white and gold floral print. As he did up the buttons, he wondered why you wouldn't let him get ready at home. Maybe you bought a new dress. Now he was getting excited. Maybe it was short. He quickly packed everything up in his locker and headed out to the Bronco.

After he killed some time by stopping for food, he realized it was nearly 8:00. North Park was trendy, so he wanted to have time to find parking and get to One Trick Pony on time. He found a spot a few blocks away, on a quiet residential street, and he checked himself in the mirror one last time before locking the doors and making his way to the bar.

There were students and artists and musicians out, and he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was used to the Hard Deck, not a trendy civilian bar with dim lights and music that was recorded post 1978.

He was too old for this. He'd just zip in here, let you laugh at him, and then take you home to bed where he'd teach you a lesson and beg you never to make him do this again. The bar was already kind of crowded, and when he checked the time on his phone, it was 8:28. Showtime. He just needed to figure out where you were.

He did a lap around the room as he ran his thumb along his bare ring finger with a grimace. There were some girls looking at him. They looked like they could have been in college, and he wasn't sure if they were going to laugh at him or try to buy him a drink. He just nodded in their direction when they waved to him. He missed his ring. He missed his own bar. And he missed his wife in his arms.

Where were you? Bradley didn't even see you anywhere as he started his second lap. Then the color red caught his eye. He saw the back of someone sitting on the last stool at the bar through the crowd of people that looked like it could be you. That looked like your hair. That was definitely your hand, and when you turned to look up at the man who was standing next to you, Bradley could see your beautiful profile.

He took off in your direction with a grin threatening his lips as he tried to keep himself calm. When he got closer, he stumbled. You were spinning sideways in your seat, still looking at the man standing there, and his eyes were looking straight down your dress. If that sexy little thing even qualified as a dress.

"Shit," Bradley gasped, because you were wearing a tiny bit of wine red fabric that clung to your body and left almost nothing to the imagination. And you had on black heels that laced up your calves and tied in cute little bows that he wanted to run his lips all over. When your eyes skimmed the crowd in his direction, they paused on Bradley for the briefest beat, but you gave no indication that he was familiar to you, let alone that he was your fucking husband.

No, you were every bit of the smoking hot stranger you wanted to be tonight, and Bradley's cock was already throbbing at the sight of your straw pressed to your bright red lips as you drank. And then it all clicked into place for him. That other guy bought you a drink. But of course he did. You and Bradley agreed not to break character, and Bradley was stupid enough to not even realize through his own nerves what that meant: that you'd appear one hundred percent single. It meant you'd have other guys all over you!

You were out of his league when he met you, and you definitely still were now. And this fucking wall street douche bag wannabe in a gray suit bought you what looked like a dirty Shirley Temple which kind of matched your dress. Bradley had no doubt in his mind what the douche bag was thinking. He had to be imagining your tits and how perfect they'd look with your dress on his floor later. But he was never going to have that distinct pleasure. Bradley would make sure of it.

Be took a deep breath and closed the distance to your stool. You knew he was here now, so there was no sense in delaying this any further. He wanted your undivided attention, and he wanted it now.

"What did you say your name was again, sexy?" gray suit asked you as he inched closer.

You told him your first name, and Bradley's skin crawled.

"Fuck, that's so pretty," he replied. And then he had the nerve to repeat your name a few times as Bradley came to stop right near you before the douche bag added, "I just want to make sure I get your name right for later, doll. You know, for when you come home with me." Bradley gave him a bland look as jealousy rose to the surface. Yeah, that wasn't about to happen.

You didn't look too impressed by this guy as you sipped your drink and glanced at Bradley out of the corner of your eye. And holy shit, you were even more exquisite up close. Every curve of your breasts and thighs was just right there for him and everyone else to see. Your makeup made your eyes look even more animated than usual, and your red lips were dying to be kissed by him. It had been almost two years since Bradley had done this shit, but he supposed he could do it one last time.

"Hi," Bradley rasped, and you turned to look at him with a soft smirk. The asshole in the gray suit just glared in his direction and sized him up with his tumbler in hand. But if there was one thing Bradley wasn't afraid of, it was a skinny blond guy in a designer suit with bad taste in whiskey. So he kept his eyes on you as he said, "You're gorgeous."

Your smirk grew into just the tiniest smile as you said, "Well, hello there. Are you going to tell me your name?" you asked. "Ethan here already told me his before he bought me a drink." You gestured to the other guy, to Ethan, and then uncrossed and recrossed your legs. On any other evening, Bradley's hands would be all over your body. He'd already be suggesting the two of you head home for the night.

"My name's Bradley. And I'm fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman in this bar right now."

Your laugh was so genuine and surprised, Bradley cracked a smile too. He held out his right hand, and you shook it as you told him your name. He added on your last name hyphenated with Bradshaw in his mind, reminding himself that you were already his. Then he nodded toward the exit with one eyebrow raised.

"Nice try, Bradley. But I'm not going anywhere with you," was your response as your hand slipped out of his with a grin. Then that straw returned to your lips as you finished your drink, your eyes skimming over Bradley's outfit like you'd never seen it before. In reality his clothes were all hanging up next to yours in the bedroom closet in the home that you shared.

"Can I get you another one?" Bradley asked, letting his eyes settle on your empty glass.

Ethan stepped a little closer to him and said, "Hey, man. I was buying her drinks first. Why don't you go find someone else?"

Bradley snorted and squared his shoulders. "That's not gonna happen, man. This one's the only one I want."

Your smile grew as you set your empty glass down for the bartender to take. "Can I get you another one?" she asked you, and both Bradley and Ethan said yes immediately.

You looked a little overwhelmed as you adjusted your dress, and Ethan had the audacity to moan. Bradley's hands clenched into fists as the other man leaned in and brushed his fingers along your neck. Another man was touching Bradley's wife, and there was nothing he could do about it unless you broke character. He felt short of breath as he thought about all the ways he'd love to pound Ethan into the ground. Nobody else should have intimate knowledge of your soft skin right now.

Then the douche bag spoke, and Bradley's stance faltered at the obnoxious line he used. "Doll, if you look this good in your little red dress, I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle you out of it later. But I can't wait to give it a try," he crooned in what Bradley was sure he thought was a charming voice.

"I can guarantee you can't handle her, Ethan," Bradley rasped as he watched you remove his hand from your body yet again. There were some nights you were so needy, Bradley could barely handle you himself, but he'd die before he saw someone else give it a shot. "And you're never gonna find out for sure."

Bradley never fought over a girl in his life. In the past, he'd just find a different one and head in that direction instead. But right now, he was going to have to guarantee that he was better than Ethan. So he reached over and handed his credit card to the bartender when she dropped off two more drinks for you. "Here you go, gorgeous," he murmured just for you. "Make me jealous of that straw again."

Once again, Bradley got a genuine laugh out of you as he stood to his full height. You looked up at him with your straw resting on your lip and said, "Thank you, Bradley," before taking a sip. His cock twitched in his pants as Ethan stood there impatiently, jockeying for position with you.

And then you stood up from your bar stool, still sipping your drink. Your heels were so high, your height hit a different spot on Bradley than he wasn't used to. And now you were kind of sandwiched between him and Ethan in the crowded space. When you looked up to your right through your long eyelashes, Bradley was there. But Ethan was on your left, and it appeared as though he was thinking about touching you again.

Bradley glared at him as you paused sipping your drink and asked, "Are you really jealous of my straw, Bradley?"

You wanted to hear more of his lines as you looked up at him, he could tell. He knew they were corny, but when he hesitated too long, he could feel your attention drifting to Ethan. So he told you, "I'm jealous of the straw and the glass and the whole damn drink, Sweetheart."

Your soft laughter made Ethan grab for the other fresh cocktail on the bar top in frustration. "Here's another one. The one I paid for," he reminded you.

"Nah," Bradley said, never taking his eyes off you. "She seems like a one drink kind of girl." Your straw was marked up from your lipstick, and he took a deep breath before feeding you another line. "And that's a nice shade of lipstick you're wearing. I wonder what it would look like on me."

But the thing was, it didn't feel like a line when he said it to you. Yeah, it was ridiculous, but he really did want your lipstick all over him. And he really was jealous of your straw, because on a normal night, he'd have had his lips on yours by now.

"You'd like to find out, wouldn't you?" you asked, clearly enjoying teasing him right now. "I think red might be your color."

"It's my favorite color," Bradley said softly. "Your lips and your little dress are just confirming that fact for me, Sweetheart."

You giggled and ducked your chin to the side. "I have a red car, too."

Bradley wanted to ask if you were wearing those red panties he was obsessed with, but he could tell that Ethan wasn't going to be deterred. "Did I mention that I'm an investment banker? And that I'd love to take you for a ride in my Ferrari?" Ethan asked, trying his best to nudge Bradley out of the way.

Bradley wanted to laugh; this poor guy had no idea that you drove an absolute relic and couldn't give a shit about his overpriced import. "Investment banking?" you asked him. "I have a degree in engineering. You must be very good at math."

Ethan shrugged with a smirk, because he finally had your attention now, and Bradley was the one getting antsy. Your body was still close to his, but he couldn't touch you yet. He hadn't earned that right yet. Ethan's hand was on your elbow as he told you, "There are very few things I'm not good at." Then he leaned in close to whisper something in your ear, but your eyes were on Bradley, daring him to win you in this match.

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Ethan's breath was on your neck, and you were frozen in place, your dirty Shirley Temple gripped in your hand. Maybe this tiny dress was a bad idea after all. But Bradley had been doing so well, getting you laughing unexpectedly with his stupid lines. You knew he'd keep you safe right now, and if you lunged at him and told him you were done with this whole game and wanted to go home, he'd get you out of here immediately. But you wanted to finish this. You just hadn't planned on someone like Ethan being part of the scenario.

Bradley's fists were clenched as he stood just inches from you and watched things unfold. The shade of pink rising high on his cheeks left you biting your lip as you firmly pushed Ethan a few inches away from you. He didn't have a mustache or pretty brown curls or eyes that you wanted to look at all night. He wasn't yours. You decided to help Bradley out as you asked him, "So, what do you do?"

Ethan looked annoyed as Bradley perked up again. "I'm a pilot," he said, his voice deep and dangerous. "For the Navy." Even if you didn't know that voice by heart, you'd be ready to throw your arms around his neck and beg him to keep talking. Your nipples were hard in your tight dress, and you could feel Ethan's gaze on your body. But Bradley was looking you right in the eye as he smiled softly.

Ethan scoffed. "The Navy? Don't you have your own bars full of tag chasers to hang out at?"

Bradley swallowed hard, the scars on his neck bobbing with his Adam's apple. "The chance of finding a woman like this in a Navy hangout would have to be one in a million. That's why I came here tonight. Because there's no chance of that ever happening again."

You practically moaned for your husband, standing there feeding you subtle lines about the early part of your relationship with him. You wanted him to touch you, but he wasn't yet. And you wanted to touch him, but you were waiting for him to take things to the next level when he was ready for it. You sipped your fresh drink, your head feeling a little lighter as you squeezed your thighs together in need.

"One in a million?" you asked Bradley, your new straw already covered in your lipstick marks.

He nodded and ran the backs of his fingers along your cheek, and you wanted so badly to melt into him. "Yeah... you're one in a million."

"Listen, doll," Ethan interjected loudly. "Maybe you don't know what a tag chaser is, but there's no way this guy doesn't have them all over him on the regular. He looks the type."

Bradley's cheeks were red now as he looked down at the floor. Somehow Ethan managed to touch on one of the topics your husband was most sensitive about without even knowing it. "I wouldn't be surprised," you told Ethan. "He's built like a brick shithouse, and he's got a mustache." You ran one hand up Bradley's forearm and bicep to his paper plane tattoo. Then he met your eyes, and you added, "And his lines aren't crude."

It was obvious how Bradley was able to pick up women with such ease. He wasn't handsy or gross or over the top. If this was his tactic years ago, it probably worked every single time. You wanted to kiss him in the worst way right now.

"I mean, I'd at least let you spend the weekend after I fuck you," Ethan said, returning to his drink in defeat as you held your straw out to Bradley. "Not so sure about him."

You rolled your eyes as that deep blush returned to Bradley's cheeks, but when you asked, "You wanna try my drink?" your husband nodded and bent a few inches. And then there was a smudge of your lipstick on his bottom lip that was making you giddy.

"Thought you were hot and smart," Ethan mumbled. "Tag chaser. Just a dumb bitch."

Then Bradley's hand was on your back, pulling you a little closer to him as he snapped. "She's way fucking smarter than you, asshole." You watched your husband take several deep breaths, and you were a little nervous he might go after Ethan. But then he turned to you with soft eyes. "You have a master's degree, Sweetheart? You seem like you probably do."

You nodded and bit your lip as you tried not to laugh at the question he already knew the answer to. "I do, actually."

"See? She's smart. Fuck off, Ethan," Bradley grunted, his eyes on your face as the other man finally wandered away. "Do you want another drink?" he asked, his hand still at a respectful spot on your back. You were about to give him a filthy kiss, and then you caught yourself. You were still role playing. This wasn't over just because Ethan walked off leaving you alone with your husband.

You felt excited goosebumps on your arms. "No. I think I've had enough," you replied, easing yourself back onto the bar stool and crossing your legs so that you were seated sideways.

Bradley leaned in close to your face with one hand braced on the bar top and one resting on your knee. "Then how am I supposed to show you my big move?" he asked, stroking your skin with his rough thumb.

You bumped your nose with his as you asked, "What's your big move, Bradley?"

He was all smiles now as he said, "I always have good luck when I bump a pretty girl's bar stool and accidentally spill her drink all over her legs."

You were laughing softly at his description of what happened to you at the Hard Deck that very first night. "I don't think that's even necessary now," you whispered. "You have my full attention."

"Well that's only fair since you've had my full attention since I arrived."

You felt wild, like your skin was electric. Every stroke of his familiar hand further up along your leg felt brand new in a way that you couldn't explain. This was your Roo right now, touching you so intentionally, but it also wasn't. You needed to find out what all of this would feel like.

You brushed your lips against his, and your whole body clenched for him. He chased you for another kiss as soon as you started to pull away. And you let his hand slide up inside your short dress as he brought his other one up to stroke your cheek.

"You're exquisite," he whispered between kisses, watching his own fingers trace your cheek as you melted inside. "One of a kind."

"Bradley," you whimpered, afraid you and he were both about to break character. "Do you use that one on all the girls?"

He ran his thumb down along your lips as he shook his head. "That's not a line. It's just the truth."

You giggled and kissed his thumb before his hand trailed down to your neck. He didn't stop. He was stroking the tops of your breasts as you gasped, but his eyes remained on yours. He looked cocky and so sure of himself now. As he should, because he already knew exactly what you liked and how to make you lose your cool. "Bradley," you moaned.

"God, I love the way that sounds," he murmured, and you wrapped your calf round his thigh. "You make my name sound so good."

You kissed him before running your lips along his mustache. "I bet you could keep me saying it." Your fingers were in his hair, and you were already wet for him. You knew you'd never react to a random guy at the bar like this, and something told you Bradley wasn't out there a few years ago telling women they were exquisite. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered as you made out with your husband at the bar and pretended you had just met him.

He broke the kiss and let his forehead rest on yours. You were on the edge of the bar stool and precariously close to letting him find out you weren't wearing underwear as you moaned his name loud enough that you were afraid someone else might hear you over the music that was playing.

"I know for a fact I can come up with at least a dozen ways to make you scream my name, and that's if I'm only using my mouth, Baby Girl."

You gasped and rubbed your knee along his hard cock. "Baby Girl, huh? Is that what you call all the girls you hit on at the bar?"

"Absolutely not," he growled, pressing himself against you for more pressure. "Only the one I want to call me Daddy."

Fuck. Okay. You were ready to go. When you looked at him, your new shade of lipstick was smudged across his mouth, and it really did look great. You knew for a fact it would look great on his cock, too.

"I want you right now, Daddy," you whispered.

"I'm all yours," he replied immediately, carefully taking your calf in his hand before letting his fingers slide up your leg as he helped you down from the stool. As you stood and recovered from your daze, you watched him collect his credit card from the bar and quickly sign the slip for the bartender. But his other hand remained on you the entire time. "You coming home with me? I promise to take exceptional care of you."

The way your pussy clenched as you moaned was absolutely ridiculous.

"I'll take that as a yes," he murmured, bending to press his lips to your shoulder before he took your hand in his and led you toward the exit. You caught sight of Ethan as you passed him, and Bradley's hand dipped down to your butt. "You gonna say goodbye?" he asked with a smirk.

You waved and called out, "Bye, Ethan! I'm going home with Daddy here. He promised to take exceptional care of me." The other man looked annoyed as he turned away from you, still sipping his whiskey. "Let's go, Daddy," you told your husband, cupping his cock through his pants as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, leaving One Trick Pony behind.

"This way," he grunted, turning left and lacing his fingers with yours.

"Bradley," you gasped, trying your best to keep up with his long strides in your outrageously high heels. "Daddy, wait!"

"No," he grunted, simply picking you up in his arms and continuing down the sidewalk. You were giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed his ear. His right arm was around your back, and your knees were bent over his left arm. He was rushing down the sidewalk like it was nothing.

"I'm not wearing underwear," you whispered, keeping your legs smashed firmly together and praying nobody could see anything. But it was dark, and soon Bradley was turning down one of the quieter streets.

"I know," he replied in that raspy voice. "That fucking dress looks like it was painted on you. Do you have any idea how little work I'll have to do on my backseat to get my cock inside your pussy and my mouth on your bare tits?"

"Bradley!" you nearly shouted, your mouth agape. "Do you say that to all the girls?"

He set you down next to the Bronco and wedged his thigh between your legs. You were absolutely panting as he unlocked the doors and said, "What do you think, Baby Girl? Nobody else looks like you or sounds like you or tastes like you. You're top tier."

"Oh my god," you whined as you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "I need you to fuck me immediately." Thank goodness it was so dark over here as he cupped your butt in both hands. Then Bradley hiked your dress up to your hips and opened the back door for you.

"Get in the fucking Bronco."

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The fly of his pants was open, his cock was rock hard and hanging out, and you were slipping down around him with that perfect pussy. Bradley had the bottom of your dress hiked up and the top of it pulled down, and you were riding him on the backseat.

He had one big hand around the back of your neck, and the other was squeezing your tits as you whined, "Daddy."

Fuck, you had him so turned on, you and he were going at in on a residential street in the city at 10:00 pm on a Friday. He was always this feral for you, but you just had to go and add another layer to things. You just had to make him earn this privilege tonight. Because that's just how fucking hot you made him when he had to work for it.

As you bounced up and down on his cock and whined for him, he realized that tonight had in many ways been a great example of how he used to be with women. But it was also nothing like he'd ever encountered. Sure, he'd used some of those lines and his hand on a knee with other women before, but most of what he did and said was uniquely his reaction to you.

"Top fucking tier," he growled, leaning down to suck on your nipple as you rolled your hips against his.

"This is so hot," you gasped, head back and tits practically shoved in his face. He was trying his best to ensure that nobody was nearby who could potentially see what you were doing, but it didn't even matter. You and he wouldn't have made it home in this condition. Not tonight.

"Daddy," you whined a little louder now. You were bouncing on his cock hard and fast. Dirty. Raunchy. Like this was a one off. Like you and he were about to hit it and forget it. He shouldn't be this hard right now. He shouldn't be wrapping one hand around your neck and smacking your ass with the other. But he needed to hear you whimpering for him. "Oh my god!" you nearly shrieked.

Your eyes were wide as you tugged on his hair, and that dirty roll of your hips grew more languid as you made all those noises he loved as you came around his cock. "Jesus, Baby Girl," he gasped, pressing his lips to your tits and holding you tight as your orgasm left you a mess on his lap.

"Roo," you moaned, your hips rocking slower and slower, and that was it. One word and he was coming, too. Now you were all smiles and soft giggles, kissing his entire face as he squeezed your hips and fucked up into you until he was spent and you were filled with his cum.

If you broke character by calling him Roo, then he could too. He squeezed your leg and dug around in his pants pocket, his hips still rolling up against yours. You just felt too good as you kissed him. He took all three rings out of his pocket and broke the kiss. "Hey," he whispered. "Put these back on."

Bradley opened his palm and you looked at the collection of rings. You took both of yours with a smile and slid them on your finger while he did the same. "Did you take them to work with you today, Roo?" you asked him softly.

"Yeah," he grunted, still toying gently with your tits as you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Hated that you took them off last night."

You sighed. "You're so romantic. Tonight was so romantic."

He chuckled and shook his head, his cock still buried inside you. "You thought tonight was romantic? I had to outmaneuver that douche bag Ethan to get you. I had to work very hard for this."

"You did great, Daddy. But I must say, I'm not sure those lines really worked on other girls. You're just really, really hot."

"Hmm," he hummed against your forehead before kissing you. "Then it's a good thing you were already in love with me tonight. And it's a good thing I made you spill your beer on yourself that first time we hung out at the bar." He let his fingers trail down your legs to play with your high heels.

You pushed yourself off his shoulder and sat up as you murmured, "Like I said you're very romantic." Bradley watched you slide the tiny straps of your dress back up your arms as he gave both of your nipples one more kiss, eliciting more giggles from you. "Did you like my dress, Daddy?"

He grunted and lightly slapped your bare ass so you were biting your lip as you shimmied your dress up over your breasts. "Baby Girl, you look like Daddy's little slut in this thing. And that is not a complaint. It's a compliment. Yes, Daddy likes this dress. A lot."

Bradley should have been alarmed by the look in your eye and the way you were gently rolling your hips again, making him stir. "Please?" you asked softly. "Again? As Daddy's little slut this time?"

He stilled your hips with his hands and shook his head as you pouted. Jesus, he couldn't believe you were up for more role playing right now. "Hey. If you're gonna dress like a slut, then I'll fuck you like a slut. But I'm doing that at home in our bed. Because we're married. And I love you. And I need the drive home to recover."

Then a bright smile spread across your face, and you reached for the box of tissues on the floor. "Don't get cum on the upholstery," you whispered, and then Bradley was treated to the sight of your bare ass and pussy as you climbed into the front seat and pulled your dress down over your rear end. You turned around and looked at him expectantly as he cleaned his cum off of his cock. "Hurry up and buckle me in so we can get home. I need my Daddy."

Bradley smiled. "On my way, Sweetheart."

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We are full steam ahead with these two role players. I hope you enjoyed this, because I was so happy to finally get to write it. Special mission and Bradley's birthday gift coming soon. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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chishiyasleftnut · 9 months ago

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Hi!

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!

Can I request a (funny) valentines day gone a bit wrong smut?

Hi there (｡♥‿♥｡) Happy (early) Valentine’s Day! I’ve learned that I really enjoy doing these seasonal fics haha, so thank you for suggesting it!

As for other requests: I am working on them! My semester has started and I’m still working on an exam from the last semester, so my schedule is PACKED. I will get to them, though!

Delayed Valentine's

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: Chishiya wants to surprise fem!reader with something special for Valentine’s Day, but his plans don’t go as expected.

2434 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

If there was one thing Chishiya didn’t have a lot of experience with, it was romance. Sure, he was a pretty good flirter, charming anyone he set his mind out to charm, but this was different; this was you. He had already ‘charmed’ you. You were his, through and through, and had been so consistently for a while now, long enough that he even dared to call it love.

Even though showing love was completely new territory for him, it didn’t mean that he didn’t try. No, Chishiya had decided to try very hard, and seeing as Valentine’s Day was coming up, the timing couldn’t be better.

He knew that he could go the easy route: buy some roses, put on some sensual music, and make a romantic dinner just for the two of you, but that was almost too easy. You had probably had other boyfriends in the past who did that, so he knew he had to up his game. Simple wasn’t good enough, not when it came to you.

After researching online, he came up with the perfect plan: a romantic getaway. Just you, him, beautiful scenery, and no responsibilities. From what he could gather online, this was something that women loved, so he was pretty sure you would too. Then the organisation began: booking tickets to Okinawa, finding a beautiful and luxurious hotel, researching good restaurants in the area, and calling your boss to convince them to let you take a few days off. Luckily, it all went smoothly. The day prior he packed both of your bags with all the necessities and a few gifts. This would be great, he thought.

You didn’t learn of the plan until the night before and even then, he kept it annoyingly vague. You walked into your shared apartment wrapped in various winter garments to keep you warm in the cold, Tokyo February weather. Chishiya greeted you at the entrance, leaned against the wall.

“We’re going somewhere tomorrow.”

“What, after work?” you asked sounding both surprised and happy. You were well aware that tomorrow was Valentines Day but didn’t expect Chishiya to remember (or care).

“No,” he said with a smirk. “You’re not going to work. We’re going to the airport at 7am.”

You were just about to argue - you couldn’t just skip work, what was he thinking? - when he pulled you closer, his lips grazing your forehead.

“I have sorted everything out, don’t worry,” he whispered. “Just trust me.”

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7am the next morning you were hauled into a taxi, still half asleep while Chishiya and the taxi driver loaded the trunk with your luggage. For the entire drive, Chishiya sat beside you with an arm around you, kissing your temple and whispering into your ear about how he was going to spoil you for the entire trip.

To your surprise, Chishiya was likewise as cuddly the entire way through airport security, despite him otherwise seldomly participating in PDA. His hand rarely left your waist, only letting you go to pass through the metal detector and immediately touching you again once he joined you on the other side.

Due to Chishiya’s perfectionism, you had plenty of time to peruse the various airport stores before it was time to board the plane, looking at everything from perfumes to tacky souvenirs. Every time you tried to make a purchase, Chishiya would pull out his credit card before you even had a chance to pay yourself. He was taking Valentine’s Day seriously, it seemed, but you obviously weren’t complaining. It was nice being pampered.

Having finished your shopping, Chishiya led you to a nearby flight board to check what gate you had to proceed to.

“Ah fuck,” you heard him mumble. Curiously you followed his line of sight and noticed the big, red letters saying DELAYED displayed next to your flight number.

“That’s okay,” you quickly said to calm Chishiya down. “It’s probably just a little bit late.”

Oh boy were you wrong.

10 minutes turned into 30, which before you knew it had turned into 4 hours spent on uncomfortable metal airport seats. Chishiya looked particularly tense, his leg anxiously bouncing, and his jaw clenched - perhaps because his well-throughout plan was crumbling before his eyes and he wasn’t entirely sure how to remedy the situation.

This was definitely not how either of you wanted to spend Valentine’s Day. The day was supposed to be spent at a beach resort with a fruity drink in hand, not at Haneda Airport’s terminal 1. But here you were, facing two choices: either you went home and cancelled the rather expensive trip, or you stayed waiting at the gate for God knows how long.

It was clear to you that it was those two choices that Chishiya was internally trying to make sense of. If you left now, he could drive you to a spa somewhere and then maybe get you dinner after. That wouldn’t be a bad plan, but it would mean wasting a ton of money on non-refundable plane tickets and hotel reservations.

Chishiya groaned and leaned back on the uncomfortable chair. He rarely outwardly showed displeasure like that, but you couldn’t blame him. With his hand in yours, you began drawing circles on his palm with your thumb. The contact seemed to calm him down somewhat, his leg slowly quieting down and his jaw unclenching.

“It could be worse, you know?” you said softly, trying to make him feel better.

“How could it possibly be worse?” he sighed with closed eyes.

“I don’t know... Godzilla could be wrecking the airport? I could be pregnant? A lot of things could make it worse!”

Chishiya slowly opened his eyes to look at you like you were insane.

“Ah yes, the well-known, very realistic situation of a giant, radioactive lizard ruining our Valentine’s Day plans.” he said dryly. “As for the pregnancy thing: don’t even say it. You’ll jinx it and we’ll be stuck changing diapers for the next few years.”

His tone shut you up immediately. Normally he would at least chuckle a bit at your nonsensical words, but it didn’t seem like he had the spoons for humour right now. Unsure what else to do, you continued to draw circles on his palm until he closed his eyes again.

You felt bad knowing that he had tried so hard to make you feel loved, just for everything to go wrong. At this point you didn’t even care about the trip to Okinawa, you just wanted him to feel as happy as he had intended to make you feel. The least you could do was make him relax a bit. And that’s when you had a lightbulb moment, causing you to lean in closer to him, your breath tickling his skin as you whispered.

“Let’s go to the bathroom.”

The blonde turned to look at you. Although he knew what your intentions were, he was still confused as to why you were suddenly in the mood for public sex. Surely failed plans wouldn’t get you in the mood.

“Come on,” you repeated with a smile, standing up and pulling Chishiya with you towards the nearest accessible bathroom.

Once inside, you locked the door and turned to look at Chishiya who still looked quite confused albeit now also a tad amused.

“May I ask why you’ve pulled me into a handicap stall?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and the faintest smile on his lips.

“Well 1) I’m terribly bored,” you laughed, causing Chishiya’s grin to widen too. “And 2) I can see how tense you are about this entire thing not going as you envisioned. I just want to tell you that it’s okay. I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm,” you hummed and nodded. “It was very sweet of you to plan all of this. So, thank you.”

With two confident steps, you walked closer to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in close to him. Without even thinking, Chishiya’s hands found their way around your waist, squeezing you slightly.

“Let’s just forget about the plane for a minute and celebrate Valentine’s Day anyway. What do you say?”

Chishiya didn’t respond with words, but the smile on his lips as he leaned in to close the small gap between you told you all you had to know: he was finally relaxing.

Your lips met in an at first tender kiss, completely transporting the both of you to another universe - one that wasn’t an ambiguously clean airport bathroom. The only thing you felt was Chishiya’s soft lips on yours and his strong hands squeezing around your waist. Your lips parted, begging for Chishiya to explore you fully which he did.

All you could feel, hear, smell, and taste was him as he took over every single one of your senses. He backed you towards the wall, pressing you up against it with his own body. His hands moved from your waist to roam around your body, going up and down the natural valleys of your curves and traversing every inch of you.

With his body pressed up against yours you couldn’t help but feel his hardening length prodding your abdomen, only getting harder and harder the more skin his hands covered. Swiftly, he hiked up your skirt and slid his hand down your underwear causing you to gasp at the sudden sensation.

Your arms tightened around his neck as Chishiya began circling your clit, making you wetter and wetter with each orbit. Instinctively, you felt him grind up against your body to provide any sort of relief from the uncomfortably tight tent that was forming in his pants.

Unwilling to wait longer than he had to, Chishiya quickly pulled down your underwear, letting them slide down your body until they reached the floor where you stepped out of them. With full access to you, he likewise as rapidly dropped his own pants to the floor, pulled one of your legs up around his waist, and teasingly ran his tip up and down your wet folds, coating both him and you in your arousal.

“You’re already so wet for me” he murmured smugly, satisfied with your bodily response to his touch. His words sent fire straight to your core, making you whimper for his touch.

“Please” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, pleading to feel him fully.

Chishiya didn’t waste even a second before he sunk his fat tip into your entrance, pushing his entirety into you until he bottomed out and pressed up against your cervix. His body twitched and his breath turned shaky as he got used to the feeling of your tight, wet walls hugging him, simultaneously begging him to stay right where he was and to begin fucking you.

And he did just that. With rhythmic movements he repeatedly thrusted in and out of you, sending both of you to heaven with every plunge his dick made into your wet core. The sounds of your moans and whimpers echoed through the tiled walls of the bathroom, the only other sound being that of skin hitting skin.

With your fingers intertwined in his blonde locks, and his fingertips strongly digging into the fat on your hips, you immediately became one with one-another, transforming into a single being whose only purpose in life was pleasure - and it was certainly succeeding at that task.

“I want to see that pretty ass of yours” Chishiya growled into your ear before pulling out of you and leaving you feeling terribly empty.

The emptiness didn’t last long, though. Chishiya swiftly spun you around and lead you towards the sink, pushing your upper body over the cold porcelain.

With both hands firmly on the sink to stabilise you, you made eye contact with Chishiya in the mirror as he lined himself up at your entrance and immediately pushed in, fucking into you so good that your vision went blurry. The pleasure made it so that you didn’t even notice that he leaned down over you, positioning his mouth right next to your ear.

“God, I love you,” he half whispered, half groaned.

You wanted to reply, to tell him ‘I love you’ back, but nothing intelligible came out of your mouth. Chishiya, as always, found both humour and pride in the condition you were in.

“Mm, what’s that darling?” he purred smugly. “Use your words.”

“L-love you t-t-too” you finally stammered out.

“Good girl.”

Chishiya fully stood up again allowing for deeper thrusts, effectively hitting your cervix each time. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, making you crave more in the moment despite knowing you’ll regret the roughness later.

“Mmph, m’close,” you mewled as your core tightened around Chishiya. “Don’t stop.”

Before you knew it, one of Chishiya’s hand has snaked from your hip and down in between your legs, aiding along the rapidly approaching orgasm by playing with the needy bud.

You came hard; so hard that Chishiya had to cover your mouth with his free hand to not attract unwanted attention from the rest of the airport. Chishiya came not long after, his hips stuttering until he half-collapsed down over you as he spurted his seed deep into you, his shaky breath dancing against your sweaty skin.

For a moment you both stayed in that position, too fucked out to do anything else. Chishiya was the first to come out of the trance-like state, kissing you on the cheek to awake you too before he stood up and got dressed again. You followed suit shortly after, putting on your still damp underwear to cover your core, which was dripping with both of your arousal.

With his hand around your waist, Chishiya led you back out to the waiting section by your gate. There, you were both greeted by a welcomed sight.

“Seems like boarding is in 10 minutes,” Chishiya commented casually as if he hadn’t spent the last 4 or so hours on stressing about the delayed flight. Perhaps the sex had helped to calm his nerves a bit.

“Thank God,” you exclaimed with a chuckle before sitting down and going through your bags to find your passport and boarding pass. “We’ve waited ages.”

Chishiya chuckled too, happy that you didn’t seem to mind too much that his otherwise lovely Valentine’s Day plan hadn’t worked out as he envisioned it. He helped you find the documents, holding the both of yours in his hands. To show his gratitude for your carefree approach to the entire situation, he gently placed a kiss on the forehead before whispering.

“You’re going to love the hotel.”

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ellesthots · 4 months ago

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Fateful Beginnings

XII. “exceptionally qualified, equally eager”

parts: previous / next

plot: you receive both celebratory and sobering news which leaves you reeling; back in Gotham, Bruce Wayne solidifies his entrance into society.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, bad health news, cancer, chemo, grief, doctor’s office, shock

words: 2.5k

You woke up the next morning remembering the conversation with your friends, replaying in your mind. You kept thinking about how you told them you'd fucked Bruce. You wished you hadn't. It was wrong. But you were never gonna see him again, and they were never going to tell. It would be too embarrassing for them that they weren't the ones to fuck him, and would never let themselves be outdone. They'd let the world continue to believe he was a virgin before admitting you'd managed to sleep with a billionaire. Outshining them wasn't a possibility.

You swung your legs off the bed and rubbed your eyes before walking out into the hallway. It was suspiciously quiet, with the usual hum of the TV absent. You started when you turned into the kitchen to your parents holding a gift. It was a thick envelope with your name in sloping cursive, and your parents had hardly looked happier... besides when the anonymous benefactor, likely Bruce (you cringed hard at his name) has somehow managed to pay off the family's medical debt. "Here honey," your mother hurried toward you and you took the envelope. Walter ran in between your dad's legs and hopped up on the bed. You laughed and started opening it. "Even he seems excited."

Your fingers nearly cut on the thick cardstock. You pulled out a card in the shape of a graduation hat, and out fell a small slip. It twirled down and made Walter pounce, and you had a game of cat and mouse for a minute before you read the stub. Delta Airlines: SEA—GCA. You looked up but they just urged you to read the card. "Congratulations Y/N! Excited to see you walk at graduation. Love, Mom and Dad." What?? I get to walk? But how?

The next fifteen minutes indulged them explaining that they'd bought tickets last night and went to the store on the way home from their friend's barbecue. "After all the money we saved we could finally afford it. And your father picked out a beautiful hotel for us right next to the airport." The rush of positive feelings left as quickly as they came, lasting not a second longer than your parents shutting the door on their way out. A murkiness settled in your stomach. You didn't plan on ever returning to Gotham. Your parents had never been there either. You hoped you'd never have to deal with its hustle and bustle again. But you were their only child, and you were at least happy that they were happy.

Bruce sat in his wool overcoat in a small, stuffy office on a hard, narrow chair. His thighs were threatening to burst it, and the arms were cutting into his abdomen. He forced a smile to the school secretary as he waited for the university president to arrive. His eyes trailed to the cobwebs in the corner, the dusty books by the window, and eventually the stained carpeting. Our tax dollars pay for this? Alfred needs to know about this so he can get in touch with—no. He stopped himself. Those were his duties now, gone were the days of offloading all public contact to his butler while he kept to his sanctuary. Thankfully, GU's president burst through the doors at that very moment.

"Mr. Wayne! My God! Never in a million years did I think to see you in these halls." The woman was beaming, and Bruce stood up to shake her hand. Even her vigor didn't help the smile he plastered on be any less forced. "Pleasure is all mine, Ms...?"

"Janay Vry, former journalism department head." Her gray bob brushed along the tips of her shoulders. A thought sprinted across his mind. Journalism. Y/N. To bring it up or to not? "I heard you met with one of my students, Ms. Y/L/N."

She beat him to it. "Yes, I apologize. I was unreasonably busy that day. I hope she found another suitor." Y/L/N. Y/L/N. Didn’t quite fit you. It repeated in his mind like a mantra, and reminded him of combing through the commencement… She opened her mouth to speak, and his eyes snagged on an owl pin on her lapel. He'd never seen that before, and it stalled his train of thought.

"So, Mr. Wayne." Ms. Vry sat in the secretary's chair as she shuffled out, looking a bit nervous. He forced his face to remain pleasant as his mind began to investigate. Why was he drawn to that? What energy was it bringing? Did it symbolize anything? "What brings you here today?"

He sat up a bit in his chair, feeling the early stages of bruising as the wood tore at his sides. The right arm was snagging on a particularly thick scar. "Well," He never thought he would say these words, but he needed a platform. An entrance. "I know how late minute this is, so I understand if this is no possibility. I was wondering if I could be a commencement speaker for this year's ceremony." The shaky grin he mustered made him want to slam into a wall. This is so forced. Can she tell?

Ms. Vry had a visible, startled reaction to his question. "Mr. Wayne, wow," she shook her head in disbelief. "Of course, of course." Her smile could've reached her ears, and she started listing off the date, time, and gathering space for the speakers to arrive at prior to the event. "And of course we will amp up security. Yes, I'll get started on that this evening."

Bruce left the halls of GCU with a few pamphlets and a worn jaw. Smiling shouldn't hurt that much. He wondered how long he could keep this act up, and if this was all one big mistake he'd have to forever run away from. It felt like it, as his disheveled self jogged down the concrete steps to a fishbowl of citizens shouting and taking photos. Of course they found me. Christ.

He stared forward at the car, pretending no one was there. He needed this event as a more natural entrance into society. Announcing the Wayne's direct involvement in the city once again. He could imagine the headlines now and imagined how proud his parents might be of him. That was all that mattered. Continuing the Wayne legacy. Doing what my parents never could. He was doing the right thing, and he was utilizing the tools at his disposal. There were areas of society Bruce Wayne could reach that Batman could never, and vice versa. Why didn't I consider this sooner? As he sidled into the driver's seat and relaxed into the tinted windows, he remembered why. He loathed being on display.

The next few days you spent spending time with your family and journaling about losing your entire friend group. It hurt you, more than you even wanted to admit to yourself. Sure, they weren't very good friends, but it was scary staring down the barrel at your only social contacts being your parents. You scrolled around on Bumble for a few hours every day until you ended up hitting a week of being home and days of the most boring conversations you'd ever endured. Your dad had ordered another celebratory pizza, but it felt less fun to not have anyone to text about it.

You still didn't have many answers about your mother's cancer. Later that day was her second chemo appointment since you'd come back, and you offered to drive your mother and take her in yourself. Your dad declined, and said the three of you could all go as a family. It was nice he wanted to stay with her, but it also meant this was more serious. He likely wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. You tried not to think about why.

Pulling up to the clinic, you told your dad to head into the room with your mom. "I'm gonna talk to the doctor for a minute." You went to the receptionist and requested Dr. Righan. The receptionist directed you to a room just down the hall. "He'll meet you in consultation."

You waited anxiously to hear how bad it was while simultaneously indulging your last moments of ignorance. Her weight loss is unrelated. Her walker and wheelchair use is unrelated. Just aging stuff. Maybe she has a bad back like grandma. Yeah, that's it. She's just doing another round of chemo for good measure.

You blinked and it was over. As you came back into your body you saw the door swinging shut behind the doctor who had just come in and delivered the news: it was worse than you thought. Your mother was starting chemo to try and buy her some time before seeing if she got accepted into this clinical trial. "Your mother is exceptionally qualified, and equally eager," the graying man in the white coat had said. "Unfortunately, everyone else is too."

The drive home had you in a haze. Your parents were in the front seats still gushing over how they didn't have to pay at the end of the session, but you couldn't pay attention. The clinical trial roulette was a month from today; in the world's most desperate game of Bingo, random names would be drawn. Half would be assigned a control, half would be assigned the medicine. You couldn't bear the thought of her getting a placebo, but you couldn't bear the thought of her not getting in at all. The doctor had tried to taper her excitement, letting her know most people were not going to be picked. It stung, and left you in a haze for the rest of the night.

At about nine in the evening your dad went for a quick stop at the grocery store. He peeked his head in your room where you sat at your desk, furiously journaling, and asked if you wanted anything. Saying no, he left with an announcement he wouldn't be more than 15 minutes. Finally alone in the house with your mother practically since her initial diagnosis, you wandered to the living room where she sat in a large rocking chair, tucked into an enormous throw blanket. She smiled when you sunk into the couch beside her. "Are you excited to go to graduation?"

No. I'm not excited about anything. I want you to not be sick. "Yeah! It's really exciting, it'll be fun to be back." Your smile was fake as plastic. What if this was the last family trip? The last time on an airplane together? You wanted to go to Fiji, with the white sand and warm water for her to sink into. Paradise, not Gotham. She was genuinely excited however. "Oh I can't wait for you to walk across that stage. Your father is going to cry buckets. Buckets!"

That night you sat at your desk and scribbled more in your journal, now on your twentieth page. Why does she have to be sick. Why does it have to be so bad? Why do I have to go back to Gotham? Gotham. Bruce. I hope he doesn't find me. Maybe he will. He seems to get out more now, more likelihood to see him... ugh. Not the time. And the money thing. How do I bring that up? I don't even know if it was him. Maybe it was Alfred. I don't know. Ugh. How am I even gonna walk in my heels? I don't really want to wear sneakers. Maybe I should? Maybe I should just be myself, and stop trying to fit in? Who cares what I wear to my own graduation? Shouldn't I only care about my own opinion? My head is swirling. Graduation is so soon. You decided to stop writing, since it was getting nowhere. Just jotting down the myriad of thoughts clanking around your skull, and it was keeping you up. The next few days were job hunting, and you needed to look adequately rested... even if it was the last thing you were truly feeling.

No. No. And more no. Every business within a thirty mile radius hadn't even accepted a resume. It hadn't been this way before you left for Gotham a few years back. Your parents were all happy little birds back at home, basking in the glory of having their medical debt paid. "You don't have to worry about getting a job right now hun," your dad had said a few days prior. "Let yourself relax." But you couldn't. Having the money burden gone was a massive relief, sure, but it was a material thing, and you were grappling with potentially having to lose someone. A parent. A mother. There was hardly space for rejoicing.

The morning of graduation you'd forgotten all about it, being woken at four in the morning to head to the airport. The time difference, shit. Your mother's friend from church was dropping you all off, babbling on and on about the local gossip. "And oh my stars, you just wouldn't believe the old Scott girl. Baby number two. With TWO fathers!" You attempted to drown her out via some self-soothing humming, which only drew the attention to you. "And you missy! Why, you're not twenty-six without a ring on your finger! Meet anyone in..." she paused and visibly shuddered, spitting out the word Gotham to finish her pestering. You suppressed an eyeroll. Gotham would eat her alive.

You successfully dodged succeeding questions and found yourself at arrivals. Your parents had a fast-pass through TSA, making boarding surprisingly pleasant. You sat between your mom and dad, trying not to think about landing in a city you thought you'd left far behind.

"Good afternoon passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We are pulling into the terminal in approximately three minutes, so please prepare for landing. Weather is partly-cloudy, with a high of sixty degrees. It is 3pm local time. Thank you for flying with Delta Airlines." Your dad awoke with a strong snore, your mom rustling in her light sleep. "Oh my, already?" She yawned, rolling up her knit blanket into her carry on. "Honey, do they have the wheelchair ready?"

Wheelchair? You still weren't used to it. Wheelchairs aren't bad, you reminded. They're accessible. They help. It doesn't mean she's gonna drop dead tomorrow. Soon enough your dad was helping her into a cab while you wrestled with her chair and the luggage in the backseat of the accessible Uber. The smell stung your nostrils, the familiar taste of copper. The streets were mostly dry, as dry as they could ever get in the city. As you climbed into the passenger seat you briefly thought of the taut leather binding trimming Bruce's car's interior. Stop it. He doesn't exist.

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clockwork-ashes · 3 months ago

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The Wedding Date - Part I

thank you to @elucienweekofficial <3 this event has been SO fun!!! such a great experience participating in this event for the first time and so excited to catch up on ALL the amazing creations <3

Summary: Elain needs a date to her friend’s wedding, so when Lucien offers to help, she hopes to have fun with him on the Greek island of Mykonos and make her ex jealous.

Elain parks her car close to the building, rolling up the windows and pulling her keys from the ignition. The sun is just setting, and the sign flickers to life as she shuts her door.

Exile.

Elain breaths a short laugh as she sees that the X is still missing a light, and she tells herself to remind Vassa this time instead of Lucien. She struggles to put her keys into her purse, but she looks up in time to wave at the group of people smoking next to their motorcycles. She doesn’t see Jurian in the mix but she recognizes his Harley Davidson.

Elain walks into the pub, none of the locals pay her any attention as she makes her way to the bar but a couple young people she’s never seen before look her way before they turn. She knows she must look super out of place in her yellow sundress, but she doesn’t mind.

Her black heels make a loud noise as she steps onto the hardwood floors, her shoulders instantly sagging in relief as she spots Lucien. He wipes at the bar top with a rag, flashing Elain a grin as he watches her approach.

She throws herself onto a stool she long ago claimed as her own.

“What can I get you, Elain?” He asks, although she knows he does it to be polite. Elain is consistent with her order of sweet tea, choosing not to drink alcohol despite how often she finds herself at Exile.

“Something strong,” she groans, elbows on the counter, putting her head in her hands.

He sucks in a sharp breath, voice low. “Fuck, it’s been that kind of day?”

Elain huffs a sigh, “You know, it really just sucks when you break up with someone and you still have the same friends.” She had broken up with Graysen just before Nuala and her fiancé had sent out their wedding invitations.

Join us in Mykonos!

In a sudden fit of rage, Elain had declared she would be bringing a plus one, hoping the news would travel to her ex. Now that the time had come, and Elain was still painfully single, she regretted her choice.

Elain mumbles, “I hate it here.” She considers actually calling her friend and telling her she wouldn’t be able to make it. “It’s going to be so embarrassing when I go to the wedding alone, and Graysen has that pretty lawyer on his arm.”

The pretty lawyer he had left her for, she reminds herself. Although Elain had tried to let it go, she was still pretty bitter over the whole thing.

Elain watches Lucien turn to grab a bottle, the movement stretching the fabric of his black t-shirt. “I could be your date,” Lucien offers casually from his place on the other side of the bar. He faces her with a shrug, biting his lip. He slides the glass of whiskey towards her, the pink cocktail umbrella he had placed on the rim falling into the drink.

“Really?” She asks, considering everyone’s reactions, especially Graysen’s, if she ends up bringing Lucien to the wedding. He’s almost breathtakingly handsome in ripped jeans and frayed shirts, in a suit he would look absolutely stunning. Elain blushes at the thought.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Just ask Jurian and Vassa, I need a vacation.”

Elain puts both her hands flat on the bar. “Lucien, don’t joke about this, I have two plane tickets and my hotel has been booked for weeks.”

“I don’t even have to pay?” He raises his brows, flashing her a grin. “Don’t twist my arm.”

Elain hopes he’s being sincere; she's known Lucien for years. When he was Feyre’s best friend in college, she’d had the biggest crush on him, but he’d been with Jesminda. She was kind, fun, the life of every party. Elain and her couldn’t have been more different, but Jesminda had always been sweet.

Elain isn’t too sure what happened between her and Lucien, but by the time they had broken up, she had been with Graysen.

Which turned out great.

Elain has to hold back a snort at her own train of thought. Vassa interrupts her pity party, coming up behind her to give her a one-armed hug. “Whisky, Elain? It’s not even seven,” she says with a laugh.

Elain squeezes her back, making a questioning face at Lucien. “I might not even need it.”

“Was Lucien playing therapist again?” She asks, rolling her dark blue eyes. “Don’t listen to him, his advice is fucking awful.”

“Hey,” Lucien interrupts, sounding a little hurt by it. Vassa just nods.

“Found myself a wedding date.” Elain grins up at Lucien. He mirrors her expression and Vassa clears her throat.

The other woman raises her brows at him in a way that has Elain thinking they know something she doesn’t. “Using up your vacation days, Vanserra?” She asks, tapping the wood of the bar top.

“You guys won’t mind?” Lucien checks. Elain has no doubt that if they said otherwise, he would stay.

Vassa waves her hand at him, squeezing Elain’s shoulder for a second with her other one. “You haven’t taken a day off in literal years, enjoy the Greek islands.” Vassa makes her way to the back room, calling out. “See you guys in a bit!”

Elain waits a second before shooting Lucien a serious look, grabbing onto his hand where it rests near her still full glass. She swears she sees a blush on his golden brown cheeks, but she’s pretty sure it’s the low lighting. “You don’t have to come,” she starts, "I whine a lot, but I swear I’ll be fine going solo.”

She pauses, listening to his response to see if she can hear him second guessing.

“Yeah, I want to come,” Lucien laughs, and Elain is struck by how handsome he looks. A small part of her feels strangely proud to have him join her for the wedding.

Elain lets her hand linger on his for longer than is really necessary, but when she finally takes it back, fingers trailing along the smooth wooden surface of the counter, she smiles up at him. “You’re a lifesaver, Lucien.”

#elucienweek2024 #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #ashes writes sometimes #the wedding date #first time writing a modern au and this is SO fun

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goatsandgangsters · 2 months ago

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So we had lots of fun in Chicago, it was a really great time, we liked it there!

UNTIL THE SINGLE WORST FLIGHT EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

it took 💫✨ 28 hours ✨💫

like, I fly multiple times a year and no hurricane or blizzard has EVER fucked up my day like this

so our original flight out of Chicago was Sunday, but bc of the storms every flight to NY from like noon onwards was delayed. and you know how delays are, every hour they push you back another hour, until you've wracked up Many Hours of delay

And finally, at like 9 pm, they canceled every flight to New York. This was at MINIMUM seven flights all cancelled. at 9 pm. with 7+ planes full of people now stranded

And then the gate agents all left!! Didn't help rebook people, didn't answer any questions. Just left. Literally "not my problem, call customer service number." there was NO ONE in that entire airport To Help

Oh also fun fact: because the cancellation was due to ~weather, their policy is that they don't have to provide any overnight accommodations. For several planes full of stranded people.

And there ARE no alternative flights because MANY PLANES OF PEOPLE all tried to rebook to the same place at once. There is not a SINGLE flight on Monday to any of the 3 New York area airports, or to Philly, or to those little airfields in Connecticut, or to Boston

There is absolutely nothing until Tuesday. It is Sunday. They are refusing to put anyone up in a hotel. Also it's Chicago on the night before the DNC, so good luck on last minute hotel reservations

Finally, after an hour on hold, I get a (GENUINELY LOVELY, I love him) customer service guy who's like "I can get you back to New York tomorrow via three different flights" and when you've been stranded already for several hours that sounds like a recipe for further disaster. So instead we opt for a direct flight to DC the next morning and then spend additional money getting train tickets home from there

We are now left overnight in the airport with nothing but a $15 food voucher and those shitty tissue-paper airplane blankets (which, also, I had to walk to an entirely different terminal to get myself so.)

(There are also additional flights full of stranded New Yorkers who weren't even IN Chicago originally, they got rerouted mid-flight from other places and grounded, it is well past midnight and some of them aren't going to be able to get a flight out until WEDNESDAY)

We spend the night in the airport. I sleep for maybe 50 minutes. Do you know they vacuum airport terminals at really weird irregular intervals all night long?

Also additional fun: I checked a bag. I am concerned about this. I express this concern to an employee who tells me to just track my bag in the app. The app says my bag is going to DC. I have doubts. I talk to the gate agent. He says the computer says my bag will go to DC. I still have doubts.

I am correct. It does not go to DC. So I call the baggage helpline. I am on hold for an hour again. I finally get someone who tells me that my bag is still in Chicago and they won't mail it to my home address, but they WILL send it to my nearest airport and THAT airport can decide if they're going to mail it to me or not?? No, this doesn't sound right to me either. But fret not, because he put a NOTE in my file that an AIRPORT IN NEW YORK CITY should GIVE ME A CALL PERSONALLY when they receive my bag! Do you want to hold your breath, because I don't.

So to recap:

Total trip time from door to door: 28 entire human hours

Hours of sleep: one.

18 of these 28 hours were spent in an airport and I no longer have any sense of reality

I also do not know where my bag is. I do not know how I will obtain my bag. It contains my all-time favorite shirts AND our gorgeous jstor tote bags that we got for free so like, this is somewhat Dire

I've had an hour of sleep

I have not yet had the time to call and demand both a refund for my flight AND compensation for having to book additional expensive amtrak tickets just to get home because they couldn't get us any closer to New York thAN OUR NATION'S CAPITAL

I was told by the (genuinely lovely and ONLY helpful person in all this) customer service guy who rebooked me that I absolutely will be refunded. I am again not holding my breath, because I have been told many things and very few of them have been true

#literally I've flown out of Florida HOURS before a hurricane hit with less mess than this shitstorm #the fact that they were like #hey we canceled 7+ full flights of people all trying to go to the same location and we will NOT be helping any of you get there ✌️

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Fixer Upper

Part 19

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 18

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warnings: nsfw content

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“(Name), wake up. We’re leaving.”

(Name) swatted at the hand shaking her, whining as she attempted to pull the comforter that had been yanked from her form back over her. “Noo, five more minutes…”

“We don’t have five minutes, now get up!”

She squeaked when she was yanked out of bed, stumbling to catch herself against the wall. “Huh? I…”

“I already packed your suitcase. We don’t have time to change, now come on.”

(Name) rubbed at her eyes as she felt her shoes being thrusted onto her feet, the girl wincing. “Hey, I can do that myself…”

Kurapika sighed, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the door. “You’re barely awake, just keep moving and I’ll take us to where we need to go.”

(Name) finally got a good look at her surroundings. They were walking down the hallway outside their hotel room, and from one look outside the nearest window, she could see it was still dark out.

She didn’t question why Kurapika was suddenly in a rush to leave, only squeezing his hand gently. He glanced back just for a moment, quirking an eyebrow in her direction.

“Good morning.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the blonde turning back as he kept moving. “Good morning.”

——————

“Here.”

Kurapika handed (Name) a small coffee before sitting next to her to sip on his own. She mumbled a thanks before blowing on it.

He pulled out one of her favorite pastries, one Leorio had informed him about only a few minutes before over text.

“Mmm…”

She munched on it as she thought about her plans for the day. “Why-“

“Why did we leave so early? I…”

He thought back to the reason as he chewed on his own pastry.

Kurapika tossed and turned in bed, face twisted in agony as a nightmare plagued his sleep.

In his dream, he watched as someone broke into their hotel room as the sun rose, approaching the bed him and (Name) slept in.

He watched in horror as the figure placed a hand over (Name)’s mouth, pinning her down and pulling out a knife.

Kurapika woke with a start, eyes wide as he scanned the room before they landed on (Name). She was still asleep, breathing rhythmically as she held onto his shirt. He relaxed slightly, but couldn’t shake the unwavering paranoia that told him he needed to get them out if there, and fast.

“I… I had a bad feeling.”

He expected her to sigh and scold him for rushing her like that over just a bad feeling, but she just nodded and took another bite of her pastry. “I see… mmm…”

She glanced up, looking at the bags under his eyes. “You tired, Kurapika? You look like you didn’t get much sleep.”

He sighed, finishing his pastry before downing the rest of his coffee. “I’m fine. We should leave York New as soon as possible though. Considering…”

He handed her his phone, seeing an article on the screen.

“Oh shit, that’s-“

He covered her mouth, nodding.

Their faces were plastered over the screen, thankfully barely recognizable due to the wigs and her makeup.

‘Two assailants murder renowned flesh collector in the middle of a restaurant.’

(Name) blinked. “Assailants? But they were poisoned, we didn’t assault them.”

“We also didn’t murder him.” Kurapika corrected, pulling his phone back to read more. “Thankfully they don’t seem to have any clues as to who we are or what we want.”

Kurapika sighed. “I’ll book us some tickets for as soon as possible. We-“

“Actually…”

Kurapika paused, about to sigh in aggravation, but one look at her face made him go quiet.

“I… I would like to go somewhere first. If that’s okay.”

——————

Kurapika held a bouquet of flowers, following (Name) as she made her way downtown.

“We’re almost there.”

A sullen air had taken over the two, (Name)’s eyes cloudy. She opened the gate of a cemetery, Kurapika closing it behind him as she headed towards the back.

‘That’s where they keep… the newer graves.’

Kurapika watched as (Name) knelt down in front of a grave, not caring that her knees would get dirty. She brushed away the leaves and debris, sighing softly once it was clean.

‘Here lies Ponzu and Pokkle, inseparable even in death.’

“Ponzu and Pokkle?”

Kurapika nearly dropped the bouquet, eyes wide. “When..?”

“Nearly a year ago, when the Chimera Ants attacked. They were on some mission, Ponzu still lacking a hunters license. They asked me to come with them, but I was busy with a job of my own. They…”

She began choking up, Kurapika watching as she swiped away tears. “They were killed on that very mission. Gon and Killua…”

She took in a shaky breath. “Gon and Killua found what was left of Ponzu after. For a while, we hoped Pokkle was still alive. But…”

She shook her head, tears dropping down onto the ground. (Name) gestured for the bouquet, Kurapika quickly kneeling down beside her and setting it in front of their grave.

The bouquet was mostly made up of poppies, with other various flowers and greenery making it full and pretty. Kurapika stayed quiet. Although he had known Ponzu and Pokkle, he hadn’t been nearly as close as (Name) had been to them.

“They were there for me after my… wrist was broken.”

He winced at that. ‘The wrist that I broke…’

“They wanted to stay with me, just to make sure I’d be okay, but I convinced them otherwise. Leorio was staying with me already, I didn’t want anyone else to waste their time on me.”

It hurt to hear her say that, knowing that he was partially to blame for that line of thinking. “… I’m grateful for them. I’m glad… they were there for you.”

He gave her 10 minutes before he tugged on her sleeve. “(Name), we need to go before we miss our train.”

She nodded, placing her hand over his. “A few more minutes, please.”

Kurapika stayed with her as she grieved. He noticed that despite having experienced so much loss in his own life, he was at a loss on how to comfort someone going through the same pain he had.

So he thought back to what he had wanted when he first processed his clans death, at the ripe age of 12 years old.

“…”

Wordlessly, Kurapika leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her in a half hug. She leaned into him, finally letting herself cry into his chest.

“It’s all my fault… I could have been there! I could have saved them!”

Kurapika had heard the same words before, except this time they weren’t coming out of his own mouth. “…”

He didn’t know how to reassure her it wasn’t her fault, maybe because he couldn’t tell himself he wasn’t to blame for his clans murder. Kurapika only held her a little closer, hand running over her hair.

——————

(Name) was quiet on the train ride home, only occasionally trying to converse with her friend. He didn’t mind, Kurapika had only gotten a few hours of sleep before he’d woken up in a hurry.

“You should try to get some sleep, Kurapika. We still have another two hours until we get there.”

(Name) sat right next to him, putting a hand on his knee. The blonde had been tirelessly typing away on his laptop, researching Dracule Midnight to his best ability.

“I’ll sleep when I’m done.”

He’d said it a bit harsher than he meant, sighing when (Name) quickly retracted her hand away. “Oh… okay.”

She stood up and walked to the door, glancing back for a moment. “I’ll go grab us something to eat. What would you like?”

“Anything is fine with me.”

She nodded, then closed the door behind her. Kurapika groaned, leaning back in his seat. The only information he’d been able to find so far was the fact he was a part of the mafia, meaning he’d have to use the official hunter website to do some digging later. He didn’t like pulling his license out in public if he didn’t have to.

Kurapika was still debating on whether he’d be going home with (Name), or getting another ticket out of there. He didn’t really have anywhere to go yet, but he was also nervous about his strange feelings for her.

“Kurapika~”

She bumped the door open with her hip, in a better mood than before. He blinked when she placed a plate of food on the table in front of him.

“Got you a grilled cheese and tomato soup! Oh, and…”

She placed a fruit cup next to it, Kurapika’s eyes softening when he read the label. ‘Peaches.’

(Name) remembered what fruit he’d chosen for his waffle the other day, and had gotten him peaches. He opened the pack, using his fork to pick one up and eat it.

Peaches made Kurapika think of a time when life was simpler. They tasted similar to a fruit native to Lukso Province. As a child, his favorite dish was a baked good using that fruit, and now as an adult, the closest he could get to replicating that was eating peaches themselves.

They ate silently, (Name) occasionally dropping some of her food into his plate for him to try. Even when it was something Kurapika disliked, like strawberries, he ate it anyways.

And how could he not, when she smiled so sweetly when he did?

‘I guess… staying with her until I get more information is okay. After all, she’s involved too…’

But as he thought this, his heart thumped against his chest when she leaned against his shoulder, the girl nodding off.

——————

The two exited the train station, spotting Killua and Leorio waiting for them nearby.

“(Name)!”

“Leorio, Killua!”

She ran towards them, the two laughing as they hugged her. “Did ya have fun in the big city, sunshine?”

“Haha, yeah, as much fun as you can have on a business trip.”

Killua held her tight, nuzzling into her shoulder. “I missed you, (Name). Leorio’s cool, but… he’s not you.”

(Name)’s lip quivered. “Killua…”

She squished his cheeks and planted a kiss on his forehead. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry I was gone so long. We’ll spend some time together today, before I have to leave in the morning.”

Kurapika paused, Leorio taking (Name)’s suitcase from the blonde. “You’re… leaving tomorrow? To where exactly?”

(Name) walked hand in hand with Killua as she explained. “Yes, I have a job in a neighboring country, so I’ll be gone for a few days. I’m so glad we got home early, that means I get a rest day!”

Killua held onto her hand a little tighter as Kurapika’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand, why did you agree to come on a mission with me, when you would have to leave for another one the same day we got back? What if you got hurt, or were too drained to use your nen?”

She shrugged as Killua glared at the blonde. “Then that’s something I’d have to deal with. You needed help, and I was available. I’m sure you’d do the same thing for me.”

Kurapika winced at that. Would he really do the same for her? He didn’t know.

“So, I do need a favor from you Kurapika.”

The blonde perked up, catching up with her and Killua. “Leorio watched Killua for me this weekend, which I appreciate a lot by the way!”

She yelled out the last part, causing Leorio to blush. “It was nothing, sunshine. He only bit me twice, and to be honest I deserved it the second time.”

Before Kurapika could ask why he deserved it that second time, (Name) continued talking. “But this week he’ll be pretty busy with studying and tests. No offense to you, Killua, but he’s a handful.”

“Only for annoying people.”

She gave him a look, causing the boy to quiet down. “What I’m trying to ask, is if you could keep an eye on him while I’m gone. It’s just three days, I’ll be back Thursday evening. I’ll give you everything you’ll need to watch him, just-“

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

The other three turned to look at him in surprise. “Wow, really? I thought you’d be skipping town after your little mission.” Killua said, staring at him.

Kurapika cleared his throat. “I decided it made more sense to stay here until I get more information on my target.”

“So you’re staying because you have nowhere else to go?”

Kurapika stayed quiet.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

The car ride home was deafeningly quiet, with the only sound being Killua humming along to a few songs on the radio.

——————

Killua seemed to be attached to (Name) by the hip once they got home, following her around the house as she did some minor cleaning and got dinner started. She was cooking something Leorio requested in return for him watching Killua that weekend.

“He sure is clingy.” Kurapika said as he watched Killua wait for her outside the bathroom. Leorio looked up from his textbook, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe, but it’s understandable. He was really worried about her, you know?”

Kurapika folded his arms over his chest. “He didn’t need to worry, I was with her.”

Leorio thought for a moment, looking at the blonde. “I think that’s the exact thing he was worried about.”

Kurapika tried not to look hurt at that, considering he knew Killua’s worry wasn’t unfounded, but Leorio must have noticed it anyway.

“Hey, you got her back safe and sound, so it should be f-“

“KURAPIKA I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

The two blinked at each other as the sound of Killua rushing downstairs and jumping over the bannister was heard.

“Killua wait!”

(Name) was rushing down after him, attempting to calm the boy down before he reached the others.

“I told you, if she came back hurt I would-“

“But she’s fine, there’s not even a scratch on her!”

Kurapika seemed genuinely confused as the younger boy grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him off the couch.

“Oh yeah, then tell me what that is then!”

He pointed to (Name), who was now wearing a tanktop. “What? What are you talking ab-“

“Her neck! Don’t lie and say you can’t see that big mark right there!”

Both Leorio and Kurapika looked to where he was pointing, the former giving Kurapika a suspicious look.

It was a hickey, one that Kurapika had given her himself during their mission. “Shit, Kurapika, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?” Leorio asked, snickering.

“Wait, I can explain! It was-“

“A curling iron.” (Name) finished, face hot with embarrassment. “When we went on our mission, I curled my hair and burnt myself. It wasn’t Kurapika’s fault.”

Killua looked to both of them, narrowing his eyes at the blonde before letting him go. “… hmph.”

Leorio helped Kurapika up, sighing softly at his friend. “Tell me what really happened later.”

(Name) took Killua’s hand. “Come on, Killua. Let’s get dinner finished up, okay?”

——————

Dinner was awkward, Killua on edge after the previous encounter. He didn’t seem to believe either of their words entirely, keeping a close eye on Kurapika throughout dinner.

“This is great, you two really outdid yourselves.” Leorio said, happily eating the hamburger steak he requested. (Name) smiled, ruffling Killua’s hair.

“I know, right? I think we’ve got a little chef on our hands.”

Killua seemed to perk up at her words, sitting a little straighter. It wasn’t often that someone said he could be anything than a killer, and it was almost always (Name) that encouraged his more creative sides.

“Do you need any help packing? I’ve-“

“No sir, you’ve got to get home so you can rest and wake up early for your exams. I packed up the leftovers from tonight for you.”

(Name) pinched Leorio’s cheek before kissing it, the tall man sighing in contentment. “Ahh, you’d make such a good wife, (Name). You know-“

Kurapika cleared his throat, tapping his nails against the table as he stared down his taller friend. “You should get going, Leorio. I don’t want you to sleep in accidentally.”

That familiar, nasty feeling washed over Kurapika as he watched Leorio give (Name) a hug before he left. Killua seemed to notice him staring, quirking an eyebrow in the blondes direction.

“What are you all huffy about, blondie?”

Kurapika turned his gaze to killua, lip twitching slightly in annoyance. “I’m not huffy, just… tired.”

“Speaking of you being tired, why don’t you get some rest?”

(Name) grabbed Kurapika’s empty plate, giving him a smile. “After all, you’ll be watching Killua, so you’ll need plenty of-“

“I’ll be researching tonight. I don’t have time to rest.”

(Name) paused, eyebrows furrowing. “Kurapika… I know you’re trying to do as much research as possible, but you should really take a break. The information will still be there t-“

“Didn’t I say I’ll sleep when I’m done!? God, were you not listening earlier?” He snapped, standing up. “I’m going to my room.”

He shut his door a little harder than usual, the sound of the lock clicking into place making (Name) flinch.

“What the hell is his problem? Oughta go and teach him not to bite the hand that-“

He stopped when he caught sight of (Name)’s face. “(Name)… hey it’s alright, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. And even if he did he’s kind of a jerk anyways, you shouldn’t…”

She shook her head. “Come on, let’s get the kitchen cleaned up.”

Kurapika sunk to the floor, holding a hand to his chest. ‘Why… why did I say that? Why do I feel so… irritated? She didn’t do anything wrong…’

When his thoughts drifted back to (Name) and Leorio, smiling at each other as they said goodbye for the night, he felt his heart start to hurt again.

‘Why does that make me so… so…’

The blonde settled into his desk chair, opening up his laptop. ‘No matter. I need to focus…’

———————

Killua clung to (Name)’s side as they walked into the airport, Kurapika grumbling behind them.

‘Can’t believe the little bastard isn’t carrying anything…’ Kurapika thought, pulling (Name)’s suitcase along.

“It’s only a few days, Killua. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He didn’t seem to care, holding onto her shirt. “… you’ll bring me back some cool stuff, right?”

(Name) laughed, pulling him in for a hug. “Of course.”

Kurapika helped load her suitcase onto the airship, sighing when she turned. He waited near her for his own hug, but only received a pat on the arm. “Bye Kurapika.”

Ouch. Was she upset about him snapping at her yesterday?

The blonde slowly lowered his arm, eyes half lidded as he watched her airport depart. ‘She didn’t wave back…’

Killua waited until the airship was out of sight before he tripped Kurapika.

“Hey, what the-“

The white haired boy continued walking, ignoring Kurapika’s questions. “Why? What was the reason?”

“No reason. You must be clumsy.”

‘He tripped me! I know he did!’

The car ride home was was quiet, with Killua staring out the window.

‘He must miss her already. I should say something, something to cheer him up!’

“She’ll be home soon, you don’t have to worry.”

Killua turned to look at him, completely unimpressed. “Unlike you, I actually care about (Name), so I will worry regardless.”

Ouch.

“And don’t try and be Buddy-Buddy with me. Not after you couldn’t even apologize for snapping at her yesterday.”

Kurapika gripped the steering wheel. “Killua, you-“

Killua put on a post of headphones before Kurapika could finish his sentence. ‘Did he just…’

Kurapika typed away at his laptop, glancing down at the list (Name) wrote for him. ‘I need to go grocery shopping…’

He sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. ‘The only problem with that is…’

He looked at his desk, spotting the framed photo (Name) placed on it before they left on their mission. In it, Killua and Kurapika were playing a game in the arcade they’d visited before they split up.

‘…’

They had a lot of fun that day, everyone together and smiling. Back then, Kurapika thought they’d have many more days just like that.

Now he wondered if a day like that would ever happen again. Killua seemingly hated him, despite his efforts to be as neutral as possible. While he couldn’t be the same Pika that (Name) knew before York New, he was trying to at least be a Kurapika that could be cordial with them all before he had to cut (Name) out of his life again.

But that didn’t seem to be enough in Killua’s eyes. Kurapika hadn’t intended on this happening. He wanted to keep his other friends at least, but it seemed like the more he pushed (Name) away, the more the others retracted as well.

He’d seen how much of a menace Killua could be, and wasn’t particularly looking forward to watching over him.

‘Wait…’

Kurapika stood up, pulling on a hoodie (Name) helped him pick out in York New. ‘This is the perfect chance to try and bond with him, to make things different!’

“Killua, we’re going to the grocery store.”

Kurapika regretted his choice almost immediately.

The first thing Killua did when they entered the grocery store was leave Kurapika’s side, wandering off in a random direction. “Killua, where are you going?”

Killua flipped him the bird in response, leaving the blonde groaning in exasperation. ‘That’s alright, I’ll just get the shopping done.’

He looked over the list, peering down the aisle. ‘Mostly snacks… Jesus how much does this kid eat?’

Kurapika placed the first item into the shopping cart, huffing. ‘Well… I guess I can’t judge. My eating habits aren’t exactly normal either…’

The sound of an alarm going off made him pause in the middle of the aisle. “…”

He continued shopping, deciding to take the (Name) approach and pretend he didn’t know Killua when he saw him run by, being chased by employees.

That was, until Killua ran towards him. “Dad!”

Kurapika yelped when he was tackled by his younger friend, who gave him a wicked grin before his expression changed. “Dad… I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“Hey, are you this kids mom- er, dad?”

———————

(Name) yawned, pulling along her suitcase into the hotel she’d be staying at. ‘I’ll need to iron out my uniform before I start tonight…’ she thought, opening up her room.

Ring!

(Name) pulled her phone out of her pocket, raising an eyebrow when she saw Kurapika’s contact lighting up the screen. It had been literal YEARS since he’d called her, his contact image still being a picture of him she’d taken after they saved Killua. Even though he’d come back into her light, he had yet to call her or text her.

“Hello?”

“(Name), Killua threw a gallon of milk at an employee and now we’re banned from the grocery store. They’re putting my picture up and everything!”

“Why didn’t you just pretend you didn’t know him?”

“That’s the problem! He kept calling me dad, and I… I didn’t know what to do!”

(Name) slapped a hand over her forehead. “Oh my god. Drop him off at Leorio’s, go to the grocery store down the street, then if you have anymore trouble, call Leorio. I’ll be busy with work until I come back.”

(Name) could hear Killua talking in the background. “Put Killua on the phone.”

“Killua, it’s (Name).”

Kurapika handed the boy his phone before turning his attention back to the road.

“(Name), I can explain.”

“Well hurry up, I’ve got to shower.”

Killua took a deep breath. “I was really bored.”

“Killua.”

(Name) plopped down onto her bed, chucking into the phone. “Is that it?”

“… no. I…”

She softened when his voice got quiet. “I was still mad that Kurapika snapped at you. You didn’t do anything and… and he shouldn’t yell at you like that.”

(Name) sighed, pulling off her shirt and setting it on the bed. “Okay, okay. You shouldn’t do that, but I understand your feelings. But be good for Kurapika, okay? If not for him, then for me. I’m going to be busy, so if he has to call me again it’ll interrupt my work.”

“… I’m sorry, (Name).”

She held a hand over her heart. (Name) didn’t enjoy scolding Killua, often letting him off easy. “It’s okay. I have to go, but I’ll call you before you before you go to bed, okay?”

“Okay… bye (Name). Love you.”

“Love you too, Killua.”

He hung up, handing Kurapika’s phone to him. The blonde glanced at him. “Tattletale.” Killua said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have to tattle if you behaved.”

“Maybe if you put that effort into being nicer to (Name), she’d give you a chance.”

“A chance?!”

Kurapika’s face went red, having to swerve to not veer off of the road from the shock. Killua only snickered.

As Kurapika pulled up to Leorio’s apartment, the tall man walked out, wearing sweatpants and a tanktop.

“Hey, (Name) called. Killua, you should really think about what you do before you throw a milk gallon at someone. You’re just making things harder for (Name).”

‘Okay just ignore the fact that I’m the one that got banned.’ Kurapika though, pouting.

“I know…”

Leorio patted the boy on the back, leading him inside. “Hey, grab some of those white cheddar Cheetos, I-“

“It’s already on the list.”

Leorio sighed, looking into the sky. “(Name) really is an angel, she’s always thinking about us.”

Kurapika gripped the wheel, eyes softening. “Yeah… she is.”

——————

Kurapika pulled back up to Leorio’s apartment an hour later, texting him that he was there. The two walked out, Leorio carrying a backpack.

Killua got into the backseat this time, Leorio climbing into the front.

“Uh… what are you doing?” Kurapika asked as Leorio set his backpack down.

“I thought it was best if I come over to stay while (Name) is gone. I can study there, and if I’m around Killua should mellow out a little.”

Kurapika furrowed his eyebrows. “But (Name) asked me to-“

“She only asked you because she felt bad asking me to watch him two times in a row. I was already going to watch him, but you asking her to go with you meant she needed a babysitter. (Name) dislikes asking for help as it is.”

Kurapika looked to the road as he began driving back to (Name)’s house. “Oh…”

“She didn’t really have many options, and you were staying there anyways. But…”

Leorio glanced at Killua, who was pouting in the backseat. “Killua can be a handful, especially when he feels like his friends are being treated unfairly.”

He gave Kurapika a look, before texting someone on his phone. The blonde sighed as he pulled into (Name)’s driveway.

‘Killua must of told him that I snapped at (Name) earlier.’

It felt like the distance between him and his friends was widening. (Name) was the glue that kept them together, and she wasn’t there to keep the peace.

“Alright, Killua, you know the drill.”

Killua nodded, grabbing the groceries and running inside. Kurapika and Leorio walked in behind him, the latter going straight to the couch. “I’m going to be studying, you can handle dinner, right?”

Kurapika glanced between the frozen chicken nuggets and macaroni. “… yeah, I should be able to handle it.”

Killua finished putting up the groceries, then shrugged on his jacket and boots.

“Where are you going?” Kurapika asked, glancing outside. “It’ll be dark in around an hour.”

“None of your business.”

Kurapika blinked, about to argue, but Leorio spoke up.

“Be back before dark.”

“Aight.”

Killua grabbed his backpack before running out the door, leaving the blonde with a scowl on his face.

——————

Kurapika finished dinner, looking over it proudly.

He’d made macaroni, chicken nuggets, and even steamed some frozen vegetables. “Alright… now to-“

Killua came through the front door, dropping his backpack on the ground before plopping down on the couch next to Leorio.

“No luck today?”

“No…”

Kurapika walked over, wearing (Name)’s apron. “What are you talking about?”

Killua turned, making Kurapika hiss. “Yikes.”

The boy was covered in what looked like cat scratches, Leorio already opening up his briefcase. “He found a stray cat and has been trying to catch it all weekend.”

Killua huffed as Leorio cleaned his wounds. “And don’t tell (Name) about this, not until she gets back. She really likes animals and won’t be able to focus on her job if she knows there’s a cat nearby.”

Kurapika tilted his head. “I see…”

“Also nice apron.”

The blonde blushed, turning on his heels to make everyone’s plates.

Leorio and Killua sat down at the kitchen table, looking at their plates.

“…”

Kurapika sat down with his, glancing between the two. “… is something wrong?”

“… is this Velveeta?”

Kurapika hesitantly nodded. “… yes?”

Killua huffed, taking a bite and chewing. “… and… the nuggets…”

“What’s wrong with them?” Kurapika asked, picking one up and taking a bite. “They taste fine?”

“Uncultured.”

Leorio snickered at Killua’s face as he begrudgingly ate his food. “Aww, Kurapika, why didn’t you get the dinosaur shaped ones?”

“Because Killua is 14 and doesn’t need dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.”

“And you don’t need to stay here, yet here you are, living here rent free.”

Kurapika scowled, pointing a fork in his direction. “That’s hardly fair, you know (Name) won’t accept any monetary compensation from her friends.”

“Do you really count as a friend though?”

The table went quiet at that, Leorio rubbing his temple. “Will you two knock it off?”

“You’re an unappreciative brat!”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, blondie!”

Killua grabbed a fistful of macaroni and threw it at Kurapika. “This is what I think of your stupid Velveeta macaroni and cheese!”

The blonde gasped, easily dodging it. “What the hell is your problem?!”

He threw a chicken nugget right at Killua’s face, making the white haired boy climb over the table to attempt to attack Kurapika.

Leorio stood up, grabbing them both by the collar. “What the-“

“Let me down!”

The two struggled, but couldn’t rip themselves from Leorio’s grasp. “If you two want to act like children, you can sit in timeout.”

He placed them both in their rooms before walking back into the living room to study in silence.

——————

Kurapika sighed, closing his laptop after writing down all the info he could get on Dracule Midnight.

‘Nearly all the information I needed was on the Hunter Website…’

He held a hand over his eye, shivering. ‘If… if (Name) hadn’t stopped me, I would have…’

He shook his head. “… Killua?”

He knocked against the wall twice, waiting a moment for a response.

“What the hell do you want?”

‘Ah, so you can hear people through these walls. Noted…’

“… I’m sorry I didn’t… make dinner correctly?”

Killua sighed, leaning against the wall. “That’s… that’s not what I’m mad about. I mean yeah, (Name) is way better at making dinner than you and you should be ashamed that couldn’t even make macaroni and chicken nuggets right, but…”

Kurapika frowned, holding onto the pen in his hand so tightly it cracked.

“… I know. I’m… I’m going to apologize to her later.”

Killua didn’t even have to say what he was angry about, Kurapika already knew. He’d overheard him in the car.

“… do you promise?”

Kurapika placed his pen down, sighing. “Yes, I promise.”

“Good.”

The sound of the door to Killua’s room opening then closing made Kurapika turn just in time to see Killua open his door. “Then come on, The Real Housewives of York New will be on soon.”

Kurapika was lead from his room to the living room, where Leorio was putting away his textbooks and turning on the TV.

“You two ready to behave?”

Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms as Killua furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re pushing your luck, old man.”

Kurapika snickered at that, going to the kitchen to put up the leftover food. “Okay, so what’s The Real Housewives of York New?”

“Like my family, but stupid and-“

“Stupid assassins?”

“No.”

Leorio stood, stretching lightly. “Does she keep them upstairs?”

“Yeah, in the last drawer on the left.”

‘What are they talking about?’

Kurapika followed Leorio upstairs, stepping over bits of macaroni. ‘I’ll need to clean that up later…’

“Ahh, here they are.”

Leorio pulled out three face masks, grinning up at the blonde. “These will make your face so soft and smooth, just like a girls-“

Kurapika stared down at him, unimpressed.

“Well, I guess you don’t really have to try to achieve that…”

The blonde crossed his arms over his chest. “…”

He noticed they were the same ones (Name) wore when they watched that movie together, eyes softening slightly. “I’ll wear it. Why not?”

They all settled down on couch, Kurapika stuck in the middle. He had his legs crossed, holding a bowl of popcorn as the green face mask he was wearing made his face tingle.

‘Is this what womanhood feels like?’

Leorio shoved his hand into the popcorn bucket, causing popcorn to fly and hit both Killua and Kurapika in the face. “Hey, careful! You got it on my face mask!!”

Killua reached over Kurapika and smacked Leorio upside the head. “Sorry…”

“If I stab you in the chest will those water balloons you got installed in your chest explode?”

“Yeah, maybe faster than your man blowing his load inside me last night!”

Kurapika gasped, face turning red. “Oh my god.”

Killua and Leorio laughed. “Holy shit, Marvin is in for a real beat down.”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at the two, unable to even speak for a good minute. “I… aren’t they sisters? Wouldn’t that man be her brother-in-law?”

“Oh they’ve fucked worse.” Leorio said, waving his hand dismissively.

“That does not make me feel any better.”

“He can’t even pay child support, I don’t want him anyways!”

“Yeah, who do you think paid for these water balloons of mine, broad?”

“He… bought breast implants for her instead of feeding his children?”

“Yeah, total Ging move.”

The three continued watching, Kurapika occasionally clutching his pearls at the vulgar content displayed before him.

“Her wig! She’s bald! She’s bald and she’s torturing people who have hair!”

Kurapika held a hand over his chest, eyes wide. “What a foul woman, who steals their daughters husband then sells their pet on Craigslist for $35?”

“Oh, that’s just Tabitha for you.”

“Classic Gemini.”

“What are these words you’re speaking to me? What the FUCK is a Gemini? None of these words are in the Kurtan Bible.”

“There’s a Kurtan Bible? Bros got the Bible 2.0, twink edition. Do JC and the boys have red eyes?”

“Do NOT call Jesus Christ JC?”

“… would their eyes be red because of the scarlet eyes or weed?”

They all bursted out into laughter, Kurapika leaning over. “Oh my god…”

Leorio glanced at the clock, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. “Alright, alright… it’s bedtime.”

Kurapika looked up as well, eyes widening. ‘It’s 12 am already? Where did the time go?’

It felt nice to laugh and joke with his friends again, almost like nothing bad had happened between them.

Like he’d never hurt the women they cared for the most.

Killua rubbed his eyes, standing up. “Hmm… (Name) should have called me already.”

“She’s in a different Timezone, bud. It’s only 7 pm there.”

Killua grumbled, shuffling to his room. As he walked, they heard his phone start to ring, the boy perking up and bolting to his room.

Kurapika snickered. “Hah, mommas boy.”

Killua flipped him the bird before shutting his door.

Leorio picked up his backpack and began walking upstairs. “Goodnight, Kurapika. Don’t forget to lock up.”

Kurapika watched as Leorio passed the guest bedroom, heading straight for (Name)’s room. “… Leorio, what are you doing?”

“… going to bed?”

“In (Name)’s room??”

Leorio huffed. “Yeah. She has heated blankets and the softest pillows known to man.”

“…”

Kurapika sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “I… I want to sleep in (Name)’s room…”

“You can just come sleep with me you know. I don’t bite, unless you want me t-“

“Hey, guys?”

The two looked up to see Killua standing in the hallway, holding his blanket. “… I…”

“What, miss your mommy-“

Kurapika stopped when he got a good look at Killua’s face. He looked uneasy, reminding the blonde of the night he ran upstairs to (Name) after a nightmare.

“Hey, you alright bud?”

Leorio was quick to come back down the stairs and place a hand on his shoulder. “… why don’t we have a sleepover tonight, huh? We can make a big pallet and watch some movies.”

Killua nodded slowly, holding onto Leorio’s sleeve. “Yeah… yeah that sounds fun.”

“Alright, bud. I’ll go grab some blankets from (Name)’s room. Hey, Kurapika, turn the TV back on and get Netflix set up.”

Kurapika nodded, walking over to the TV and turning it on as Killua plopped down onto the couch.

———————

Kurapika helped Leorio lay out some blankets and pillows, something inside him relaxing when he smelled the familiar scent of (Name)’s perfume. When Killua laid down, Leorio covered him up with a big quilt.

Killua seemed to relax instantly, cuddling into the blanket as his eyes started to drift closed. Leorio laid down next to him, placing a hand on his back. “That better?”

He nodded slowly, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Yeah, you can run a decent sleepover, old man.”

Leorio snorted, ruffling his hair. “Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, or (Name) will kill me for letting you stay up too long.”

Kurapika laid on the other side of Killua, eyes softening as he watched the boy drift off.

“… (Name) made that quilt.”

Kurapika blinked at Leorio’s words, looking up to see him staring up at the ceiling. “She did? It’s huge.”

“Yeah. She’s always making something, whether it be crocheting, sewing, baking….” Leorio laughed, folding his glasses and placing them on the coffee table. “Ahh… I should sleep too. I have a class at 10 am.”

Kurapika looked at the quilt that covered them all, cuddling into it. ‘I feel so… relaxed when I’m under this. Like… like (Name) is right beside me.’

It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep, following behind Killua.

————————

(Name) sighed, placing the last bandage on a patient before patting their arm. “You’re good to go.”

The patient gave her a smile before walking away, leaving her alone.

“(Name), excellent work as always.”

A breeze blew past her, (Name) turning to see the window was now open. She sighed, walking over to close it as the man who spoke to her plopped down into her chair.

“You sure do know how to make an entrance, don’t you Chrollo?”

The man laughed, leaning back in her chair. “You sound annoyed. Aren’t you happy to see me? I even came baring gifts~”

(Name) raised an eyebrow as Chrollo set a piece of paper on her desk before standing up and closing the distance between them. “It’s half of the info you asked for. You’ll get the other half when you fulfill your end of the bargain.”

Chrollo smiled at her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back. “Well, you could get that info now, if you just let me open up those pretty legs and-“

She yanked her hand away, face getting hot. “I told you that our relationship is business only, Chrollo. Geez…”

She stormed over to her desk, looking over the paper.

Dracule Midnight

Nen ability: Hemokinesis

Strength: 4/10

Intelligence: 6/10

Abilities: 5/10

Interests:

Weaknesses:

Threat level:

She glanced up at him, scowling. “Hemokinesis, what is that?”

Chrollo gave her that smile he had when he knew something that she didn’t. “You can work it out, dear. It’ll cost you extra for an explanation.”

She placed the paper in her pocket, folding her arms. “Okay, okay. When will you be needing my services?”

He wrote something down, handing her the paper. “In around a month, at that location and time.”

“A month? But he’s not patient enough to wait that long! I need that information now!”

Chrollo shrugged, opening up the window. “Maybe tell that boyfriend of yours to take chill pill.”

“He’s not my-“

Chrollo was gone before she could correct him, her face hot. She didn’t have time to process anything, the door was already opening. “(Name), we’ve got another patient for you!”

———————

Kurapika woke up early, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room. ‘(Name)… where did she fall asleep at?’

He sat up, slowly remembering that (Name) wasn’t there, and wouldn’t be back for another day.

Kurapika spent the day going researching in the living room, occasionally glancing at the door or clock and sighing loudly.

Leorio left for classes at 10 am, and after lunch, Killua left to go and try to catch the stray cat again.

This left Kurapika alone for the majority of the day, the blonde bored beyond belief. When he couldn’t look at his laptop anymore, he sighed. ‘That’s enough research for now…’

He closed he s bedroom door, looking around the house. This was the first time he’d been left alone here, the only other time he was alone in the house being the time he came back from fighting a fake Phantom Troupe member.

‘Maybe… I can explore a bit.’

Kurapika explored the first floor of the house, walking into each room and looking around. He made note of potential exits in each one.

There were two rooms downstairs, his, and Killua’s. Kurapika noticed how sparse his room was compared to Killua’s, who’s was decorated with posters and painted his favorite color.

‘Well, my room is a guest room, so…’ He closed Killua’s door, sighing.

‘All that’s left now is upstairs…’

Kurapika climbed the stairs, standing on the second floor feeling… strange. When (Name) wasn’t there, it felt weird to be up there. The only room besides hers was another plain guest room, not even worth exploring.

The blonde walked forward, slowly pushing her door open.

He was always slightly taken aback when he opened her door. It was like stepping into another world, where the air smelled like fruity candles, the walls were pink, and made his body feel weird.

It was very her, every little trinket making him smile softly. ‘Ah, that does suit her.’

Kurapika sat on her bed, which now only had a sheet on it due to Leorio stealing her blankets for their sleepover. He breathed in, visibly relaxing as he breathed in (Name)’s scent.

He leaned back on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She hung up little shiny stars that dangled and glittered. ‘She must of put a lot of effort into making this space her own…’ he thought, looking at her wall.

He glanced around the room, his eyes stopping on her dresser. Kurapika began to sit up to go and look inside it, but stopped himself. ‘No, you can’t do that. She..: probably keeps her…’

His heart began to thump against his chest, the blonde standing up. ‘Well…’

Kurapika walked over, curling his fingers around the handle of the top drawer. ‘Just… just curious. I’ll look, and I’ll go.’

His breath hitched when he opened the drawer. Neatly folded in rows, were pairs of panties. He bit his cheek, lip poking out a bit as he slowly picked up the first pair he saw.

They were white, with a red strawberry pattern dotting along the surface. He sighed softly, nodding. ‘Yeah, this is something she would wear.’

He continued to stare at the pair before putting it back in its spot. Kurapika was about to leave, before he spotted them.

A simple pair of white, cotton panties.

‘…’

He picked them up, cock throbbing at the memory of his sexual awakening. “… she won’t miss one pair, right?”

———————

Leorio got back from his classes at around 4 pm, collapsing on their pallet from the night before. Kurapika and Killua watched as he wallowed around, sharing a look.

“Are you alright, man?”

“No.”

He looked at his backpack, eyes watering. “I still have homework to do… I’m so tired.”

Killua patted his head. “You wanna order takeout and make fun of The Real Housewives?”

“… yeah.”

They spent the night together again, though this time Kurapika seemed a little..: off. He kept glancing at the front door, a frown on his face. Kurapika sighed heavily, cuddling under (Name)’d quilt further.

Leorio was the first to pass out, exhausted from his classes. Killua scoffed, turning to Kurapika. “What’s up with you?”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Well you’ve been sighing like a maiden who’s husband is off at war.”

Kurapika huffed, turning away from his younger friend. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh huh. It’s totally not because you miss (Name).”

Kurapika sat up, cheeks a light pink. “I do not! And even if I did, that has nothing to do with me sighing…”

Killua sighed, rubbing his temple. “God, I forgot how much of an idiot you are.”

Killua placed a hand on Kurapika’s shoulder. “Kurapika, you like her. A lot.”

He patted Kurapika’s shoulder before laying back down and pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“I- I WHAT?”

“Hey, shut up, Leorio has a class tomorrow!”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at him before standing up and sprinting to his room. ‘No, no I… I can’t like her, it’s…’

He remembered everything leading up to this moment. The fuzzy feelings he had when she was near him, wanting to kiss her, his sexual awakening happening because of her…

“I… I like (Name). Oh my god.”

He sunk down into his bed, holding his pillow to his chest. “I like her. I… want to… I want…”

The blonde felt his face grow hot with thoughts of her, now put into a different perspective. The reason he felt the way he did was because he liked her, romantically. This made Kurapika’s heart thump against his chest, his mind racing.

‘What am I supposed to do about these feelings? They… they make things complicated.’

He glanced back to his desk, seeing the framed picture. He picked it up, chuckling softly at her smiling face. ‘Well… I just need to… try and figure things out. Maybe…’

His mind drifted, thinking of the kiss he shared with (Name) just a few days prior. His pants tightened, a sigh leaving his lips.

‘What a pain…’

But as he dipped his hand below his waistband, he couldn’t help but blush as he thought of her, this time it felt… different. It didn’t feel as wrong to think of her when he touched himself now, almost… right.

“(Name)…”

——————

Kurapika waited near the front door, pacing around the living room. The day had been gone by incredibly slow, the blonde having grown impatient. Now that he had a word to put to his feelings, he wanted to see her again.

He’d already been restless before, but now he knew he liked her, it was agonizing waiting for (Name) to get home.

“Can you stop pacing? You’re giving me major bad vibes. Or maybe that’s just you in general.”

Killua sat at the kitchen table, building a small trap. He’d yet again attempted to catch the stray cat that day, with no luck.

“She was supposed to be home at 5:30 pm, it’s nearly 6 now.” Kurapika said, holding his arms over his chest. His dark blue tabard swayed as he tapped his foot, glancing to the clock, then to the door.

“She probably stopped to pick up something for dinner. (Name) will be home soon, don’t get your panties in a twist. You’ll get to smooch her soon.” Killua said, finishing the trap.

Kurapika’s face turned a bright red. “I plan to do no such thing! I’m just worried about her.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, lover boy.”

Killua stood up suddenly and walked towards the door, opening it and running outside. Kurapika followed him out just in time to see Leorio pull up.

(Name) jumped out of the passenger seat to Leorio’s car, Killua instantly sprinting forward.

“Mom!”

He jumped into (Name)’s arms, the girl spinning around and laughing as he held onto her. “Aww, Killua, did you miss me that much?”

“Mhm…”

She cooed at him, kissing the top of his head before giving him a good squeeze. “I missed you too, baby. Now help Leorio with the bags, okay?”

He nodded, giving her one last squeeze before moving to grab her suitcase and takeout bags.

“(Name).”

(Name) looked up to see Kurapika standing before her, face slightly pink. He was staring at the ground, fiddling with his tabard.

“Um… welcome back, and…”

He looked up, giving her a sheepish smile. “I wanted to… apologize for snapping at you before. I-“

His breath hitched when she pulled him in for a hug, arms hovering around her. “Oh, Kurapika… apology accepted!”

Killua snickered at his flustered expression as he passed by, causing the blonde to pout. But Kurapika couldn’t feel upset for long, not when (Name) was holding him, giggling into his shoulder. “How was work?” Kurapika asked, pulling away. She shrugged.

“Meh, alright. Did my job, got paid.”

She shouldered her backpack. “Come on, let’s go eat dinner. After that, I have a surprise for everyone!”

As they sat down at the dinner table, (Name) handed out a few things.

“Ooo!” Killua said, holding up a tshirt with the name of the city on it. “It’s hideous!”

“Haha, I knew you’d like it.”

Kurapika blinked. ‘But he called it hideous..?’

“And this is for you, Leorio!”

Leorio pulled (Name) into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Thanks, doll face. Needed a new coffee mug.”

She giggled, handing him the coffee mug before wiggling away. Kurapika watched this interaction, biting his cheek to prevent himself from reacting.

‘He’s too touchy. I hate it. Makes me…’

Kurapika blinked when (Name) sat next to him, handing the blonde a small box. “Here you go, Kurapika.”

“For me? You got me a gift too?”

She nodded, giving him that pretty smile of hers that made his heart race. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

He looked down at the black box in his hand, glancing back up at her. “Go ahead, open it.”

Inside the box were several silver charms, Kurapika’s eyes widening. “These are…”

“Charms for your chains!”

She pulled one out, holding it in her palm. “Each one represents one of us! Killua is this cat…”

Killua perked up, looking at the charm with his catlike eyes. “Leorio is the stethoscope…”

Leorio peeked over Kurapika’s shoulder to look, smiling. “The leaf is Gon, and I’m this flower!”

She held up what looked like a little dandelion charm, giggling. “It fits you, (Name).” Kurapika said, opening up his palm. She placed the charm in his hand before pulling out the last one.

“And this one…”

She pulled out a charm that looked like a realistic heart, placing it in his hand. “This one represents you. A heart.”

Kurapika stared down at the small charm, confused. “Why did you choose a heart for me?”

She smiled, poking his chest. “Because you have a big, kind heart, and when I think of you, it’s the first thing that comes to mind. You care a lot for the people you love.”

Things quieted down, Kurapika closing his hand around the charms as he began to choke up. “(Name)… I…”

She placed both of her hands around his, smiling. “Come on, conjurer your chains. I wanna see how they look!”

He nodded slowly, summoning his chains on his hand. (Name) squealed, taking his hand gently and beginning to clip the charms into place.

“There we go! Ahh, look Kurapika!”

He held up his hand, twisting it around as the charms jingled softly. “They’re… they’re beautiful.”

She grinned, intertwining her fingers with his. “Now, even if you’re gone, you’ll have something to remember us all by! We’ll be with you, even if you think you’re all alone.”

He couldn’t help but tear up, lip beginning to quiver as he stared at the little charms. Kurapika’s heart swelled, and before he knew it he had pulled (Name) into his arms and buried his face into her shoulder.

“K-Kurapika, are you alright?”

He nodded, staying quiet as she gently rubbed his back. “There, there…”

Killua watched the scene, leaning back in his chair with a smile. ‘Maybe… maybe (Name) was right. Maybe he’ll be better.’ he thought, relaxing as he munched on his dinner.

Leorio’s eyebrows furrowed, holding onto his coffee mug tightly. ‘I really hope he’s changed. She loves him, and even if he doesn’t feel the same, she wants him in her life.’

Kurapika, however, wasn’t thinking about if he was ready to change or if he deserved (Name), he could only think of how nice it was to be held and cared for by her.

And how addicting her touch could be.

‘I… I want to…’

He pulled away, wiping his tears and continuing to eat dinner with the others.

‘I want to make her mine.’

————————

After dinner, (Name) met Kurapika in his room. Now that he knew he liked her, having her sit on his bed felt different, more… intimate.

“So, while I was out I got some information on our target!”

(Name) pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the blonde, who looked over it before laughing. “You got his nen ability? (Name), that’s amazing!”

She blushed from his praise, twiddling her thumbs. “Oh, it was nothing. Just turning in a favor with a colleague.”

“Well you should give me your colleagues information. How did they even get this kind of info? Dracule’s nen ability is a well guarded secret, even amongst the Hunter Association.”

(Name) looked away, laughing. “Sorry, Kurapika, but my colleague is very picky with who he works with. Shit he only works with me because my nen ability is useful to him and I saved one of his… associates.”

She’d nearly said Troupe members, sighing softly at her quick save. “I see…”

Kurapika could tell she was hiding something, but was too elated with the new information to care. “This will make confronting him a lot easier.”

“Speaking of that…”

(Name) leaned onto his bed, turning her head to look at him. “Have you found out any other details that will help nab him?”

Kurapika nodded, grabbing his laptop and opening it. “Yes, and considering it pertains to you, I’ll tell you.”

“Pertains to me? What do you mean?”

The blonde blushed, scratching the back of his head. “Well, that’s the thing…”

He turned his laptop towards her, showing a picture of Dracule Midnight spotted walking into a club with a woman. Dracule was a tall, thin man with long black hair and a handsome face.

“How does this pertain to me?”

Kurapika bit his lip, clicking on the next picture.

“Oh.”

She could make out the woman much better now, and realized just why Kurapika had said what he did.

The woman had a nearly identical body type to (Name), and Dracule had a hand on her thigh, smiling to show off his sharp, pearly white teeth.

“He… seems to have a type.”

Kurapika clicked through several more pictures, showing Dracule with dozens of other women with a similar body type to (Name). “He has a wife and children, but has been spotted entering this club with several different women.”

Kurapika crinkled his nose at that statement, clicking off of the pictures. “Its disgusting, really. I can’t imagine making a family, only to go off with some random women every night. Why marry if…”

He clenched his fist, taking a deep breath. “That’s off topic. Anyways…”

(Name) smiled, leaning her head against his thigh. “Anything else?”

Kurapika repositioned his laptop so it hid the fact that he was now hard, just from her being so close to his crotch. “Well, there’s a favor I need from you.”

“And that is?”

She tilted her head, her cheek squishing against his thigh. ‘Cute…’ he thought, eyes softening.

“I… it pains me to ask you for help again, but could you… accompany me again? If you could… seduce him long enough to get his guard down, we could have a real chance of beating him.”

(Name) snorted. “Me? Seduce him? I get that he has a type, but I-“

“(Name).”

He pinched her cheek, the girl yelping in surprise. “You should have no trouble with it. You’re…”

He paused, looking down at her. (Name) had this sleepy look in her eyes that made her look even cuter than usual, her soft cheek still pinched between his finger.

She was lying on her tummy, her nice ass on display. Kurapika took a moment to compose himself before speaking. “You’re capable enough. With the right dress it should be easy.”

He let her go, clearing his throat. “My intel said he’ll be going back to the club next Sunday, which means we have some time to plan.”

(Name) nodded, rolling onto her back before sitting up. “Alright. If that’s all, I’ll be heading to bed. Goodnight Pika-“

She immediately covered her mouth, eyes gone wide with fear and panic. ‘No, no! You idiot, everything’s been going great and you just ruined it! He hates that nickname, now he’s going to hate you even m-“

(Name) turned, tears beginning to bead in her eyes. “Kurapika, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean t-“

He was blushing, eyes that familiar shade of red that only she got to see. Kurapika shook his head rapidly. “No, no… it’s nice. I’ve missed it.”

(Name) stayed still for a moment longer, seeming hesitant. “… are you sure? You’re… not angry with me?”

Kurapika felt his heart twist painfully at the underlying fear in her voice, the slight tremble to her words. “No… I’m not angry. It’s okay.”

She nodded slowly, glancing to the door and back to him. “Oh… okay. I’m going to bed now, goodnight… Pika.”

She scurried away, closing his door behind him.

Kurapika waited until she was out of sight to lean into his pillow, giggling into it. ‘Pika… she’s calling me Pika again. God, why does that make me so happy? (Name)…’

He stared with his eyes half lidded at the door, slowly slipping his hand into his pants. ‘(Name)… I want to hear her call me Pika more…’

Kurapika, now experiencing his first crush, imagined (Name) sitting in his lap.

“Pika… I missed you so much. Please…”

She whimpered, pulling her panties to the side. “I want you, Pika. I need my Pika inside me, need my Pika to knock me up.”

Kurapika pinned her down, cock prodding at her folds. “God, (Name)… you’re mine, all mine, okay? My love, I’ll give you whatever you need. Anything.”

She cupped his cheek, cooing softly. “My Pika…”

Kurapika gasped as he came, holding a hand over his mouth as he moaned out (Name)’s name. “(Name), fuck…”

He cleaned up his cum, sighing softly as he pulled his pillow closer. ‘Mmm…’

Kurapika scowled, remembering how possessive he felt of her in his mind. He wanted her to be his, only his, and that… made him nervous.

He wanted (Name) to live a normal, happy life. Could he give that to her, when the path he was on would only lead to bloodshed and death?

Selfishly, he decided to not think of that now. His mind was clouded with thoughts of a life with her, the lines between rationality and his need to be near her blurring.

Kurapika fell asleep, imagining (Name) curled up in his arms next to him.

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maxsimagination · 10 months ago

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𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 - 𝗵.𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗼

summary: yn hasn’t seen hayley for a while, and time zones make calling difficult. but the world cup call ups have perfect timing.

𖦹 masterlist

𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗦 since i had had seen hayley in person, we would facetime every day if we could but the time differences were hard to work around. she had signed for real madrid at the end of last season and moved over to spain two months before it started for the preseason.

since our contracts ran out at everton in 2021, both me and hayley had received offers from different clubs. i had a record offer from manchester united and immediately took it. hayley on the other hand, had man city after her to which she agreed.

it was easier to see each other then, since we were still in the same city but playing on different sides. now, it was harder, we played in different countries. the season had just ended in england, and in spain, which meant it was world cup time.

i knew i'd been scouted but didn't know if i'd be getting the call up. it was my first world cup in the senior leagues, i played in the under 20s for the last one. i knew that mary earps had gotten the call up for her home team, england, but australia has chosen yet.

it was an anxious week of me waiting by my phone every second i could and answering every call, but finally it came.

"hello?"

"hi, is this yn?"

"yes, it is. who is this?"

"tony gustavsson, coach for the matilda's. how are you yn?" my heart was beating out of my chest, i was praying that this was good news.

"i'm good tony, what can i help you with?"

"well, i'm calling to give you some good news. you've been called up to represent australia in the world cup." there was a long pause before i responded, i had to let what he said sink in.

"really?"

"absolutely. how does that sound?"

"amazing!" i had let out a sigh of relief when he confirmed it, not wanting to get my hopes up.

"the whole team will fly down to aus next week, i will be emailing you all the details and tickets."

"perfect. thank you so much, tony." i said my goodbyes then hung up, needing to release the excitement i had pent up. the first person i called was hayley. i didn't want her to be upset if she didn't get in, so i asked her if she did first.

"yes, tony called me before you did. i was going to surprise you."

"no need, i got in too!" i heard an excited squeal on the other side and assumed it was hayley.

"actually? you're not kidding?"

"no i'm not joking. i got in." we squealed together in excitement.

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it was the week after and i was bouncing off the walls of my apartment. mary had come over to help me pack the previous day so i was ready, because there was no way i could manage alone in my current state. i almost forgot my passport, that's how excited i was.

mary drove me to the airport and i thanked her then got out. i checked the ticket and figured out which gate i was in. they finally called my flight and i was the first person through the gate. i went through security and finally boarded the plane.

it was almost an 18 hour flight straight to perth so i tried my best to get some rest. i woke up some time later, and figured out what time it was. we still had 8 hours left, so i pulled a book out.

i ended up falling asleep for the second time that flight and woke up again right before we landed. safe to say i was well rested.

——

i got of the plane, and into the airport to see a security escort holding a sign with my name. i walked up to them, introducing myself. they took me to the car and we drove to the designated hotel for the matilda's. tony was there when i arrived and i greeted him.

"tony, so good to finally see you in person."

he smiled back at me. "yn, yes so good to meet you. here is your room key, just go and put your things in your room. i'll let you know when the whole team is here." i nodded and walked up to my room.

about an hour or two later there was knock on my door and a shout from the other side. "yn, it's tony. the team is all here, come meet us in the lobby." i yelled back an ok and started getting changed. grabbing out the matilda's issued gear that we'd been given upon arrival i threw it on and raced downstairs.

there was a sea of matilda's jerseys in the lobby and tony shouted at us all to get into a meeting room.

we traipsed into the area and it was then that i spotted hayley. she hadn't seen me yet so i decided to sneak up on her. she was talking with sam kerr, who was my idol when i was growing up and now i was playing on the same team as her.

i got close enough to them and practically jumped on hayley's back. she almost shrieked before i turned her around and she saw it was me.

"oh my god, YN! you're here!"

she grabbed me into a hug and i responded in turn.

"yea i'm here, couldn't wait to see you again."

we spent the rest of the meeting together and then the rest of the day in hayley's room, just spending time together, catching up on everything we missed in the huge amount of time we'd been apart.

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longliveblackness · 3 months ago

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What Happened When A White Man "Became" Black In The 1950s America?

John Griffin had previously served in the U.S. military, where shrapnel caused him to go temporarily blind. However, in 1959, Griffin would do something even more trying: He would live for six weeks as a black man in the South.

It was blindness that inspired John Howard Griffin, a white author and journalist from Dallas, Texas, to write about color in the United States. In 1956, Griffin, blind at the time, sat in on a panel discussion in Mansfield, Texas about desegregation. Unable to tell the speakers' races from their voices, Griffin began to see color anew.

Under the supervision of a New Orleans-based dermatologist, Griffin would spend a week under a sun lamp, up to 15 hours a day, soaking up UV rays. He would also take Oxsoralen, a prescription drug meant to treat vitiligo, which would aid in expediting the darkening of his skin.

With darker skin, and a shaved head and arms, Griffin set out to the American South - starting in New Orleans and ending in Atlanta. Griffin had a few rules for this journey: Namely, that he would stay at black-only hotels, eat at cafes run by African-Americans, and travel with African-Americans. If anyone asked him what he was doing, he would be honest.

Just as his skin color changed, so too did the treatment he received from others. Describing what he called a "hate stare" he received in a bus station lobby, Griffin wrote:

"I walked up to the ticket counter. When the lady ticket-seller saw me, her otherwise attractive face turned sour, violently so. This look was so unexpected and so unprovoked I was taken aback.

'What do you want?' she snapped.

Taking care to pitch my voice to politeness, I asked about the next bus to Hattiesburg. She answered rudely and glared at me with such loathing I knew I was receiving what the Negroes call the hate stare'. It was my first experience with it. It is far more than the look of disapproval one occasionally gets. This was so exaggeratedly hateful I would have been amused if I had not been so surprised."

John Griffin wrote a book called Black Like Me about his experience. The book was published in 1961 and was later translated into 14 languages and a film. The harrowing stories within its pages, coupled with Griffin's own transformation, generated strong public responses.

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¿Qué sucedió cuando un hombre blanco "se volvió" negro en los Estados Unidos en la década de 1950?

John Griffin había servido previamente en el ejército de los Estados Unidos, fue aquí donde la metralla le causó ceguera temporal. Sin embargo, en 1959, Griffin haría algo aún más difícil: por seis semanas, viviría como un hombre negro en el sur.

Fue la ceguera lo que inspiró a John Howard Griffin, un autor y periodista blanco de Dallas, Texas, a escribir sobre el color en los Estados Unidos. En 1956, Griffin, quien se encontraba ciego en ese entonces, se sentó en un debate sobre desegregación, el cual fue llevado a cabo en Mansfield, Texas. Al no poder determinar la raza de los oradores basándose en su voz, Griffin comenzó a ver el color como algo nuevo.

Bajo la supervisión de un dermatólogo de Nueva Orleans, Griffin pasaría una semana debajo de una lámpara solar, hasta quince horas por día, absorbiendo rayos ultravioleta. También tomaría Oxsoralen, un medicamento recetado que es para tratar vitiligo, lo cual ayudaría a acelerar el oscurecimiento de su piel.

Con piel oscura y con la cabeza y brazos rasurados, Griffin se dirigió al sur de Estados Unidos, comenzando en Nueva Orleans y terminando en Atlanta. Griffin tenía un par de reglas para este viaje: se quedaría en hoteles para personas negras, comería en cafeterías operadas por afroamericanos y únicamente viajaría con afroamericanos. Si alguien llegase a preguntarle qué era lo que estaba haciendo, sería honesto.

Así como cambió su color de piel, también cambió el trato que recibía de los demás. Describiendo lo que el llama “una mirada de odio”, la cual que recibió en la recepción de una parada de autobús, Griffin escribió:

“Me dirigí hacia la taquilla. Cuando la mujer que estaba vendiendo los boletos me vio, su rostro, que de otro modo sería atractivo, de una manera abrupta se volvió amargo. Esta respuesta fue tan inesperada y sin provocación alguna. Me sorprendió.”

“¿Qué es lo que quieres?” me preguntó de manera grosera.

“Asegurándome de mantener la voz en un tono cortés, le pregunté cuando saldría el próximo bus a Hattiesburg. Me contestó de manera grosera y me estaba viendo con tanto odio, simplemente sabía que estaba recibiendo lo que los negros llaman “la mirada de odio”. Esta fue mi primera experiencia con ella y es más que la mirada de desaprobación que le dan a uno de vez en cuando. Esto estuvo exageradamente cargado de odio y me hubiese divertido si no hubiese estado tan sorprendido.”

Griffin escribió un libro sobre su experiencia, llamado ‘Negro como yo’. El libro fue publicado en 1961 y luego se tradujo a un total de catorce idiomas y se hizo una película. La historias desgarradoras y la transformación de Griffin, causaron una fuerte respuesta pública.

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ilyasorokinn · 11 months ago

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(day two) we went to winter wonderland , ross macdonald

note, again, thank you to @abiiors! check out this masterlist for more! pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, a bucket list thing for y/n is she wants to see new york during christmas. so, before they all fly home for the holidays and their two month break, ross makes a special pitstop. warnings, none :) word count, 730 words

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You were so ready to go home. After spending almost the entire year on the road, you were ready to just sleep in your own bed for a long period, see your cat, and get back to normal before Ross was gone again.

Lord knows Ross was also ready to go home. After being on tour consistently with not very long breaks, he was ready to go home and never come out.

And while Ross longed to go home, he knew there was one thing on your bucket list that you wanted to do in the States before going home. More than anything in the world, you wanted to see the lights and atmosphere of New York during Christmas.

So, with the help of a few of the others, he booked a flight and a hotel without telling you. When you got to the airport, he lied about your whereabouts and simply told you that there weren't enough flights on the plane so you couldn't ride with everyone else but they managed to get two tickets for you to fly together.

It made no sense, but you went along with it, having no reason to question it further. And the fact that you were flying to New York was simply explained away with the excuse that there weren't enough direct flights. So, you were none the wiser when you landed in New York.

Suddenly, you were confused. Instead of walking towards a gate in the airport, you were walking out of the airport, following Ross like a kid, watching him hail a taxi and load your things inside, "What's going on?" You whispered when he ushered you into the back of the taxi.

"You'll see." He looked almost giddy as he turned to look out the window at the growing silhouette of the city. The taxi pulled up in front of a hotel and while you waited on the sidewalk, holding your bag, Ross paid the driver and grabbed your suitcases.

You were so confused as you texted Polly and , trying to get answers out of them, but they didn't reveal anything. You looked back over at Ross, who smiled, nodding over to the elevator.

Once in your room, you crossed your arms and looked at him, "Okay, tell me what're we doing here?" You demanded.

"Well..." He set your bags down and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. You raised a brow but sat down, "This is your big Christmas gift."

"I'm not following."

"You've always wanted to see New York during Christmas, so here we are." He explained, watching with a big smile on your face as you went through every emotion trying to process what he had just said.

Most of what you wanted to see didn't start until after the sun set, so you spent the next day doing Christmas shopping, drinking lots of hot chocolate, and popping in and out of bookstores. When it started to get dark, you grabbed more hot chocolate and found a spot in front of the big Christmas tree.

"...and then Katniss was like "Thank you for your consideration," and she bowed and walked out, and you aren't supposed to do that. You're supposed to wait to be dismissed, but I guess, after you shoot an arrow at someone's head, you'd want to just leave." Ross had no idea what you were talking about, having gotten lost in what you were saying a while ago, but I liked listening to you explain things you loved to him.

You continued talking about the plot of The Hunger Games, only cutting yourself off when the tree lights started to flicker before they flicked all the way on. You watched the lights in awe, whipping out your phone snapping pictures, and taking videos.

Ross watched from his seated position, a big smile on his face. He whipped out his own phone and snapped a picture of you. Your face was just barely visible, but the smile on your face and the brightness in your eyes was seen.

You turned back to him when you got your fill and smiled, sitting down with him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. You looked back at the tree, leaning your head on his shoulder, humming happily when he leaned his head on yours.

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youunravelme · 1 year ago

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Hey baby, happy 1000!

Your writing is always sweet and warm, happy that you are having such a well-deserved recognition! 💜

Could you grace us by writing to Anthony with the prompt “Nibbling on their partner’s lower lip as they kiss, letting their hands wander. Cupping their face in their hands to hold them their just a while longer.”?

Ily 💜

thank you thank you !! and AHHHHH thank you for choosing good ole sweet nugget anthony! (ilhsm)

thanks for the request!! it's right below! (and this request, just like the last one, got away from me yet again.)

anthony's trade still left a sour taste in your mouth. you were in no position to job hunt, and you weren't keen on up and quitting.

so you managed long distance.

for months

and god it sucked.

your schedules barely aligned to talk on facetime, and if both of you were free, one of you was too tired to talk, which ended in one of you hanging up when the conversation died down. it was hard, managing a social life when all you wanted was your boyfriend, it was even harder knowing he was trying just as much to have a good time in vancouver.

the offseason was wonderful, with anthony splitting time between new york with you and time with his family.

but when august hit, and he packed his last bag, it took everything in you to wait to cry until he left for tsa.

so when your boss came up to you a month later and suggested you could work remotely, you almost cried and hugged her.

you refrained and called mat instead.

"hey what's up? everything okay?"

you laughed into the phone, so hard you almost started crying. "my boss told me i can work remotely."

"oh," he said before his voice came back even stronger. "oh!"

"i can move to vancouver!" you were crying now, though someone might think the word "weeping" was more applicable. "no more long distance, no more falling asleep on calls."

"have you told him yet?"

you paused. "no, i think i wanna surprise him." you'd been planning it all day, they were playing the ducks this week in vancouver. and while you would've loved to wait until next week when they played the isles, you didn't think you could wait that long to see him.

so you booked your plane ticket, and mat gave you a list of suggested hotels that were safe and close to the arena.

"not that you'll need a hotel once he finds out you're in town," mat said.

mat had also pulled some strings for you by asking bo horvat to let one of his former teammates know to let you down to the locker rooms at the end of the game. he'd also sent a list of things to do in vancouver while you waited for the game to start.

which would ultimately be a waste because you ended up spending most of your time before the game pacing the floor of your hotel room. you would've paced up and down the plane aisles if you were allowed, so you settled for bouncing your leg instead.

by the time you made it to the stadium, you were like two hours early, just in time for the doors to open. initially, you thought about waiting so anthony wouldn't spot you in the small crowd, but you couldn't keep waiting and delaying the inevitable.

not when you were in the same city for the first time in months since the off season.

you walked into the arena, pulling your jersey's sleeves over your hands in a sad attempt to keep them warm. around you were others dressed similarly, many of whom were wearing your boyfriend's jersey.

it was weird, even though you'd had time to get used to him not wearing an islanders' jersey, you'd never actually been to a home canucks game where multiple people were decked out in 72s.

god you couldn't wait to see him.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket and when you pulled it out, you saw anthony's contact photo filling up your screen.

"hello?"

"hey baby," anthony started. "how're you doing? have any plans for tonight?"

you smirked to yourself. "nothing too special," you said. "just seeing a friend i haven't seen in awhile."

"is that so? how was work--" he cut himself off. "where are you right now? it's kinda loud." you could hear him typing on his phone. "wait, why can't i see your location? where are you? are you safe? do i need to call mat?"

you laughed, missing him even now that you were in opposite ends of the arena. "no baby, i'm fine. sometimes my phone just glitches out."

"if your phone keeps glitching, you need to get a new one. i don't like not knowing where you are."

"anthony--"

"i'm being dead serious, honey. i will buy you a phone if you're concerned about money, but i'm not comfortable with not having a reliable way to get up with you."

"my phone is fine."

"you just said it's glitchy." you rolled your eyes and sighed. "don't roll your eyes at me!"

you blinked. "how did you know i rolled my eyes?"

anthony's chuckle sounded through the receiver. "baby, i've been in love with you for a long time, i know you." you could fill the heat flood your body from your toes to your nose. "don't get shy on me now, honey. you know i love you."

"i know," you said. "i just like being reminded of it."

there was a commotion in the background of his phone that told you he was about to hang up.

"hey, listen i gotta go but can i call you later?"

you smiled to yourself. "i don't know, anthony, i think i'm gonna be busy later."

"too busy for me?"

"'fraid so."

he sighed. "fine, call me when you get home tonight, okay? if you don't, i'm calling mat to check on you."

"okay, baby. i love you."

"love you more."

and he hung up.

you made your way to your seat, sitting behind the front row of home bench and readying yourself with your beanie to cover your hair and face when needed. you scrolled through your social media accounts and answered some text messages, specifically from mat who was begging you to take a video of when anthony finally saw you.

before you knew it, the music started playing and boos emanated from the crowd as the ducks skated out. your gaze went back to your phone for a second to pull up the video as the canucks came out. the entire arena erupted into cheeks and celebration.

you had your phone aimed at the bench as soon as anthony came towards it. you didn't think it was possible to hide yourself behind a small cellular device, but he didn't manage to see you. for a moment, you saw him squint in your direction, but a teammate grabbed his attention before he could really hone in.

the game itself was interesting, anthony had one assist and one goal by the end of the night, with the canucks winning 5-3. at the end of the game, a security guard came over and grabbed you, offering to escort you to the locker rooms.

you stood and waited outside with the other wags, most of whom didn't recognize you initially. it wasn't until one of them mentioned knowing you from somewhere that you mentioned who you were dating. you lost track of how long you talked to them when the doors opened and the players walked out.

you stared and waited in anticipation of seeing him, knowing good and well the second you did, you wouldn't be able to control yourself.

and there he was, staring at his phone, probably texting someone back.

and you had an idea.

you immediately pulled up his contact info and hit the call button as you watched his face light up and quickly pick up the call.

"hey," he said, holding a hand to his other ear to hear you. "i thought you said you couldn't talk tonight."

"change of plans," you replied, not helping the smile that's on your face.

some of his teammates came up and clapped him on the shoulder, but he paid them no attention. quinn even tried to point towards you, but anthony waved him off.

"what're you gonna do now?"

you hummed. "i think i might take a handsome man home."

immediately, anthony's posture tensed, though you could still see the slight smirk on his face. "don't joke about that."

"oh i'm not joking. i'm just waiting for him to look up and notice me."

"how could anyone not notice you, baby?"

you shrugged, knowing he couldn't see you. "i don't know anthony, how could you not see me?"

he pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it like it had suddenly grown legs before he looked up and around everyone, eyes scanning those around him.

before those beautiful blue eyes landed on you.

you don't think someone has ever hung up a phone call as fast as he did.

you don't think anyone has crossed a room as quickly as he did.

you don't think...

well, as soon as his lips met yours, you ceased to think.

his hands were on your cheeks, his teeth pulled on your bottom lip. you weren't sure if he cheeks were still damp from the shower or if he was crying, not that it mattered to you. being held like that was everything you didn't realize you missed.

suddenly, you were missing the moments of lazy saturdays and pancakes for breakfast.

and you had it here right now.

you'd have it forever once you packed up your old apartment.

"what're you doing here?" he breathed into your mouth, like he was too scared to pull too far away, scared that if he did, you'd be a mirage or a figment of his own imagination.

"i thought it was obvious. i'm here to see you."

he rolled his eyes but kissed you again. "i missed your smart mouth, doesn't hit the same over the phone."

you placed your hands on his chest and felt the pounding heartbeat beneath the fabric of his clothes. "i came to give you good news."

"and?"

"my boss told me i could start working remotely."

he blinked.

"meaning, i can work anywhere i want, occasionally coming into the office about once a month if that."

he blinked again before exhaling what sounded like the most heartbreaking sigh of relief. "so you can move here? be with me?"

you laughed and nodded before he pulled you into another kiss. "anthony, baby, we're in public," you said, trying to pull away.

but his arms just grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer. "don't care," he said. "i haven't seen my girl in months, if anyone has a problem with my kissing her, then that's a them issue."

you rolled your eyes but kissed him again anyway.

"i love you," he whispered. "i'm so glad you're moving here."

"love you more."

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matttgirlies · 6 months ago

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - sexual refrences, drug usage

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 9

Matt sent two first-class plane tickets. My father took a leave of absence from his duties in Germany, and we flew off to Los Angeles, where Matt was filming Fun in Acapulco.

We stayed at the Bel Air Sands Hotel, and Matt was the perfect host. He’d pick us up in either a white Rolls-Royce or his famous gold Cadillac and take us on a sightseeing tour along the ocean to Malibu or into Hollywood.

My father was impressed with Matt’s hospitality, but not enough to forget why he was there—to talk about my education and my future at Graceland. Matt didn’t want to jeopardize the deal they had already made, and every time my father brought up my schooling, Matt would find a Hollywood landmark to point out.

“And over there, Captain,” he said, changing the subject as we cruised down Hollywood Boulevard, “is Grauman’s Chinese Theater. I’m sure you’ve heard of that. If you get out here, you can see all the stars of your era, their handprints and footprints. There’s Betty Grable, you remember her, don’t you? Marilyn Monroe, Kennedy’s friend, and if you look hard enough, you might spot Trigger’s hoofprint.” As my father stepped out of the car, Matt added, “I don’t think MacArthur’s are there yet, but I’m working on it.” We all laughed at the incongruity of General MacArthur bending over the wet concrete next to Jane Russell.

After a few days, my father and I flew to Boston and he and James enrolled me in the school Matt had chosen, Immaculate Conception, an all-girls high school, while Matt himself remained in L.A. to finish the film.

Before I left, he assured me that he’d be home soon and that he’d see me in a few weeks.

Matt and I planned to live together at Graceland eventually, but we’d told my parents that I would be staying with James and Angela, so when I arrived in Boston, I moved into their home. James assured my father that I’d be in good hands and not to worry.

The concerned look on my father’s face moved me. It was such a helpless look filled with doubts and fears about whether he was making the right decision. Only time would tell. He returned to Germany and I settled into my new routine.

In the beginning James drove me to and from school, where word of my identity soon leaked out. As I walked down the hallway, heads would turn and whispers would start. Once, a note that was being passed in study hall ended up on the floor. I saw my name on it and picked it up.

“Her name’s y/n,” I read. “She’s supposed to be Matt Sturniolo’s new girlfriend. If we make friends with her, maybe she’ll introduce us to him. Oh, God, wouldn’t that be neat!”

I didn’t know who the writer was, but I couldn’t mistake the meaning. The friendly smiles concealed intentions to get to Matt through me. Consequently, I was afraid to get close to anyone at school, and began to feel lonely and unhappy.

Living with James and Angela was also difficult. I felt out of place in their home, and did not want to be an intrusion in their personal life. I began spending more time with Grandma at Graceland, often staying all night, and gradually, almost unnoticed, I began to move in my things. By the time Matt suggested that I move into Graceland, I already had.

But living on “the hill,” as we called it, was isolated. The only people there were Grandma and the maids, and during the day, the secretaries, Becky Yancy and Patsy Sturniolo. Patsy was Matt’s double first cousin (her mother was Mary Lou’s sister and her father was James’s brother) and also served as James’s confidante. We were close, and after school I would go into the office to talk with her and Becky. But James felt my visits kept the girls from working and finally he put a sign on the door specifying: no one belongs in the office unless they work there, or have an appointment. I knew that meant me too, so I curtailed my visits.

There were other restrictions. I was told that I couldn’t have girlfriends over because strangers weren’t allowed in the house. One day, I was severely criticized for sitting under the trees on the front lawn. I was playing with Honey, the poodle Matt had given me for Christmas, when a friend of Angela’s drove up and told me that I was making a public display of myself.

Even at school, I felt restricted because James was still chauffeuring me there and back. Without my own car, I couldn’t leave the school grounds to take a drive at lunch or when my classes were cut short. At last I asked James if I could use Matt’s Lincoln Mark V and reluctantly, he agreed.

That evening I went for a drive. With the radio blaring and the windows wide open I sped down Highway 51 South, enjoying my newfound independence. I pulled up in front of Patsy Sturniolo’s house and said, “Hop in. Let’s go for a drive.”

Patsy introduced me to Leonard’s Drive-In, where we would spend at least one night a week when we didn’t go bowling or to a movie. But I went out less frequently when the two hundred dollars that my father had given me rapidly began slipping through my fingers. Matt had assured my father not to worry about money, that if I needed any, his father would give it to me. So, with gas added to my expenses, I had no choice but to approach James, as Matt had instructed me.

Hesitantly I walked into his office. I was nervous about talking to James, who had a sharp tongue and said exactly what he thought. Finally I said, “Mr. Sturniolo, I was wondering if I could have some money. I’m spending a lot on gas, which doesn’t leave much for anything else.”

“How much do you think you need?” he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“I . . . I don’t know,” I stammered.

He thought for a moment, then said, “Okay, I’ll give you thirty-five dollars. How does that sound?”

Thirty-five dollars sounded fine at the moment, but it didn’t go very far, not with movie tickets, gas, and clothes to buy. Two weeks later I asked him for money to go out with Patsy.

“Hot damn,” he snapped. “Didn’t I just give you thirty-five dollars?”

“That was two weeks ago, Mr. Sturniolo. I can’t stretch it any further than that.”

He stared angrily at me and then his face softened.

“Well, I guess things can get pretty expensive,” he said, counting out another thirty-five dollars. “Now you and Patsy be careful driving out there. You know there’s a lot of accidents on that highway. Why don’t you call me when you get to the theater?”

At the time his caution surprised me, but remembering what Matt had said about Mary Lou, I knew that this was also typical of the rest of the Sturniolos. They always felt better if you called when you arrived at your destination and again before you left for home.

Matt phoned later that evening. In the course of the conversation he asked, “How are you doing on cash, Baby?”

“Funny you should ask that,” I said, mentioning his father’s reaction when I asked for money.

Matt started laughing. “That’s my dad. He’s always been tight. Getting money from him is worse than going to the local bank, even if you’ve got good credit. That’s why I have him taking care of my bills. Every penny’s accounted for. I wouldn’t trust anybody else. Too many thieves. Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to him.”

I ended up laughing too. Matt’s sense of humor was contagious. He laughed about things that often wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, yet anyone around him would usually end up laughing too.

Unfortunately, Matt forgot to speak to his father. Rather than ask for handouts, I resolved to earn my own money. I began modeling part-time at a boutique near Graceland. When I told Matt about my job, he said, “You’re gonna have to give it up.”

“But I’m enjoying it,” I said.

“It’s either me or a career, Baby. Because when I call you, I need you to be there.”

I quit the modeling job the next day, which left me with very little to do. I started spending even more time in Grandma’s room. I liked being with her. She was always in her favorite chair, ready to share her loving stories about Matt.

Most of them dealt with his early years and the family’s struggle against poverty. Suffering and worry seemed to be the very fabric of Sturniolo’s lives. Any time Matt failed to call home for two days in a row, they worried that something terrible had happened to him in California. Matt’s enormous success and wealth notwithstanding, they were convinced that some misfortune was going to snatch it all away from them. Sometimes all this talk of suffering depressed me.

My only relief was Patsy Sturniolo, and I went to her every chance I got. But then Grandma complained that she was being neglected. She reminded me that Matt’s old girlfriends used to stay with her every single night he was gone. Torn, I couldn’t wait for Matt’s return.

I anxiously waited for his call. It usually came in the early evening.

“Hi, Baby. How’s my girl?” he asked, his voice bright and full of energy.

Happy to hear from him, I said, “I’m fine, Matt.” I tried to mention how lonely I was, but he cut in. “It won’t be long, Baby. Just a few more weeks, and we’ll be wrapping up.”

“I’m glad. I’ll be so happy to see you.”

“Well, then, let me hear some enthusiasm.” He began describing a silly incident that had taken place on the set that day, trying to make me laugh.

I wanted to say, “Matt, talk to me, help me get through these new experiences.” But I realized that he didn’t want to hear about my problems. He felt he had enough of his own. When he asked me how I was doing, I became very animated and said, “Just great, Matt. Everything is wonderful.”

But when we hung up, I still felt an emptiness. I began counting the days until he came home.

After several delays Matt finished Fun in Acapulco and headed back to Graceland. Still afraid of flying, he traveled with the entourage in his huge, custom-built bus, the same one we’d taken to Vegas the year before. At every stop he called Graceland with a progress report. “I’m in Flagstaff now,” he said. “Only a few more days and I’ll be home. How’s my Little Girl doing?”

With each day’s phone call I became increasingly excited. I awaited Matt’s arrival with open arms and a big smile.

Finally one evening he called and said he’d be pulling in around midnight. By ten o’clock, fans were already waiting at the gate. How they found out was a mystery. I was among a small group of his friends and relatives gathered in the living room. All of us peered impatiently out the large window facing the long circular driveway.

I had been hoping that our reunion would be intimate, romantic. But I could now see that it was not to be, and I wondered if Matt would be upset that so many people were around.

By twelve-thirty, the fans at the gate started shrieking and the powerful glaring lights of the bus swept the driveway. Matt was behind the wheel and smoothly brought the bus to a halt. He was the first one out and he came through the front door like a shot.

“Where’s my girl?” he called out, looking around for me.

“Hello,” I said. It seemed more like months than weeks since I’d last seen him.

“Hello?” he echoed in a mocking voice, coming up to me. “I’ve been gone all this time and all you can say is ‘hello’?” Then he lifted me into the air, kissing and hugging me. “God, it’s good to be home.” He looked around and saw his grandma.

“Dodger, you waited up for me too, bless your heart.” He hugged her and patted the back of her head. Then he greeted the rest of the household. Matt could be extremely affectionate, and this particular night he had hugs for everyone.

With his arrival, Graceland sprang to life. The maids started cooking, and the boys were talking, greeting their wives and girlfriends, and soon they were bringing in the luggage and unpacking it.

After being alone so long, I found this sudden intensity and energy overpowering. I stood amid the commotion, watching Matt go upstairs, as he called out to Pauline, “O Five, what’s for dinner?”

I didn’t know whether to follow him or wait. I didn’t want to appear too excited, so I stayed downstairs until I heard, “y/nn, come up here.” Then I couldn’t get up those stairs fast enough.

We had a few quiet moments together in his room. He asked how I was doing, if I liked school, and if his dad was taking care of me. I started to tell him everything I hadn’t been able to on the phone, that I had missed him, that I had been lonely, that I really wanted to find a job. Then I stopped myself. This wasn’t what Matt wanted to hear.

After a few minutes of talking about Grandma, he kissed me and said, “Well, let’s join the others and eat.”

When we got downstairs the rooms that for weeks had been so quiet were now filled with guests laughing and cracking jokes.

Graceland was—as local DJ George Klein put it—ready to rock and roll.

We had a down-home meal of pork chops, cornbread, home fries, and crowder peas. While we were sitting around the table, local friends dropped by to visit and to catch up on all the gossip about Matt’s latest movie.

“Goddamn, she was a big woman,” Matt was saying about his costar. “Body like a man—no hips, and shoulders broader than mine. I was embarrassed to take my goddamn shirt off next to her.”

“Yeah, but M,” Alan Smith kidded him, “she only had eyes for you.”

“No way, Son, not with John Derek lurking all over the place. I’d be goddamned if I’d start a conversation with her and see his possessive eyes glaring at me. You know he gave her a car, and on the steering wheel it said, ‘Baby, you’re indispensable.’ Head over heels in love with her. Never saw anything like it.”

I was surprised to hear how Matt was talking about Ursula Andress, the alluring sex goddess of Dr. No.

“Wasn’t she pretty?” I asked.

“Pretty?” he snickered. “Hell, she had a bone structure so sharp, it could cut you in half if you turned too fast.”

Everyone howled, including me. Matt’s stories went on for hours. Again I felt out of touch with the conversation and wished I had some colorful stories of my own. I kept wondering when we were going to have some time alone. My world consisted solely of him. I sat quietly, happily observing him. Whenever he winked at me or gave my hand a little squeeze, I returned the gesture, thinking, now? Does he want me to leave, so he can follow me? But then he’d lean back in his chair and begin telling another story.

It was almost dawn before he yawned and said, “Well, we better get some sleep.”

We all rose from the table. He looked over at me, smiled, and said, “Do I have to write a note for school saying you were sick today? Think they’d believe me?”

Everyone laughed—and I blushed.

He put his arm around my waist as we made our way up the staircase to his room. If I appeared cool it was because I was mindful of something he’d once told me: He detested aggressive women. In fact, I was ecstatic. I’m finally going to be alone with him, I thought. All the phone calls, the worrying, the anticipation, and the delays are now over.

I got ready for bed at least fifteen minutes before he came out of his bathroom. He counted out his usual number of sleeping pills and took them one at a time. “Why are you taking those now?” I asked. “You’ll fall asleep.” I had plans, and the last thing I wanted was for him to doze off.

“Don’t worry. It’ll take a while for them to take effect.” He handed me a pill. “Here, just take one of these and you’ll get a good night’s sleep. It’s okay since you’re not going to school this morning.” He cautioned, “I wouldn’t advise it on school nights though.”

I looked at the red monster, remembering my earlier experience with it. “It won’t knock me out for ten days, will it?” I smiled at him as I swallowed the pill. It gave me a nice feeling. My body tingled. I was light-headed but more in control this time.

Snuggled in Matt’s arms, I was happy to be near him, his warm body against mine. Because of the sleeping pill, I could feel my inhibitions dissolving.

“How’s my Little Girl been?” He was speaking very softly now. “I’ve missed her. Has she been good?”

“Yes, she’s been good,” I said. “But she’s been waiting for you. It’s been so lonely here. She couldn’t wait to be in your arms, and she’s been thinking about you so much.”

“Shhh, don’t say anything else. I know you’ve missed me. I want you to just be here with me now and don’t think about anything else. Let’s enjoy each other.”

I was aware of the distant hum of the air conditioner, the music from the radio, the soft glow of the dim lights. Gently and tenderly he began to touch me.

He was passionate and again seemed to be making up for lost time. I felt sure the night would end with Matt finally making love to me. I was drunk with ecstasy. I wanted him. I became bolder, reaching out to him, totally open and honest in my need.

Then, as before when we’d reach this point, he stopped and whispered, “Don’t get carried away, Baby. Let me decide when it should happen. It’s a very sacred thing to me. It always has been. You know that I want it to be something to look forward to. It keeps the desire there. Do you know what I mean?”

I sat up in anger. “What about Nicole?” I yelled. “You mean you didn’t make love to her the whole four years you went with her?”

“Just to a point. Then I stopped. It was difficult for her too, but that’s just how I feel.”

“That’s how you feel. What about me? How long do you think this can go on? God, Matt, that takes a lot of willpower. That’s asking a lot of another person, one who’s in love and has strong, healthy desires.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying we can’t do other things. It’s just the actual encounter. I want to save it.”

Fearful of not pleasing him—of destroying my image as his little girl—I resigned myself to the long wait.

Instead of consummating our love in the usual way, he began teaching me other means of pleasing him. We had a strong connection, much of it sexual. The two of us created some exciting and wild times.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - i think im going to start doing longer chapters🎀

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Christmas Time in the City🎄

warnings: none! it’s all fluff <3

pairing: Bob Floyd x f! reader (no y/n)

description: after having been trying to plan a trip to the city for the holiday season for so long, Bob finally makes it happen & decides it’s the perfect opportunity to pop the big question. (wc 2.3k+)

a/n: hi hi! soo i finally got around to writing a little christmas fic :) i love this time of year so much & this idea just popped into my head. it really only seemed fitting to write it with Bob, so i hope you enjoy it ! as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💗 tysm!

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Both you & Bob were looking forward to this trip, ever since it was booked back in March. It took much planning & scheduling, but by some miracle & Bob somehow being able to pull some strings at his job, it all seemed to work out. Bob & you would be flying out to NYC for the up & coming holiday season.

You were eager. Jumping for joy when you received your plan tickets in the mail. This was always a dream of yours, to go to the city especially at Christmas time. It was even more special since you were going to spend the trip with your lovely bf, who you felt so incredibly thankful for. You two were a match made in heaven, soulmates even.

You had known each other for the past 6 years, having met through mutual friends. After about a whole year of treading around each other & flirty remarks being shared, Bob finally asked you to be his gf & you so happily said yes. Since then, you both were like two peas in a pod, doing almost everything together.

You & Bob had been trying to plan a trip to the city for quite a while now but with his job & the many obligations in the way, the trip was always put aside for a later date. your bf, however, was determined to make this the year to go on the trip. You weren’t entirely sure how he did it, but he somehow made it come to fruition.

This venture to NY was going to be remembered for a number of reasons. Bob had some surprises up his sleeve, one in particular that would change both of your lives in the best way possible. On the outside, he was holding it together surprisingly well. But deep down on the inside Bob was a nervous wreck. You didn’t seem to notice anything was off, so he figured he was doing a pretty good job at composing himself.

The big day had finally arrived. you & Bob were heading off to NYC. You two walked hand in hand through the airport looking for the right gate. Tiredness consumed the both of you from having to catch an early flight, but excitement was the overall feeling,

“Can you believe it Bobby?! We’re really going to New York & during Christmas time! What could be more magical than that huh?”

You lean into him, having now reached the gate & walking onto the plane, still hand in hand. He leans over to place a light kiss onto your head,

“I’m over the moon that it all worked out my love. this is going to be one for the books.”

You could feel his crooked smile against your forehead, as an even bigger one spreads across your face at his words. You two make it onto the plane, find your seats & prepare for takeoff.

After a long but excitable flight, you & Bob finally reach your destination. You are both tired beyond belief & opt to just head on over to the hotel to get some much needed sleep in a nice & cozy bed. You figured that exploring the city could wait until tomorrow & Bob couldn’t help but agree. You did make sure to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sights of the city through your uber window while driving to the hotel. As soon as you arrived, you took off your shoes, climbed into bed & snuggled up into Bob’s chest. Once your head hit the pillow, sleep overcame the both of you.

It was the next morning. You & Bob were fully recharged & ready to take on the day. You bundled up & decided to take your little polaroid camera with you. Bob bundled up too. opting to wear a prescription pair of sunnies, to block out the sun & avoid any irritation it would cause to his crystal blues. While you were in the bathroom, Bob pulled out a little velvet black box from his luggage & opened it up to make sure that the ring was still lying in its place. Bob could already feel himself getting teary eyed at the very thought of what was going to go down later, but he was abruptly interrupted from his thoughts by your sweet voice asking you ready to go? Bob took that as a sign to rush like a mad man. Not wanting to get caught. he quickly shoved the box in his jacket pocket, zipping it up & acting as casual as possible,

“Ready as I’ll ever be my love!” Bob replied back cheerfully. You two gather up any of your other belongings you felt necessary to bring along & headed off into the crowded streets of the big apple.

First up on the list was breakfast. Your tummies were grumbling, so you both decided to stop at a cafe & grab a bite to eat. It was packed. which of course wasn’t a surprise in the least. You somehow scored a booth in the corner, where it was rather intimate, a bit quieter from all the chatter, & was seen as an opportunity to just enjoy each others company.

Through bites of food & lots of laughs, you found yourself just itching to go exploring the streets of the wonderful city. Bob could see the anticipation gleaming in your eyes & as soon as you reached the point of being full & content, you head off to your next destination.

You two walk off the yummy food you just consumed, arms linked together & looking around in every direction, wanting to catch all of the sites & people in your wake. There was just so much to see & you didn’t want to miss a single thing. You practically skipped over to this shop around the corner book store, perusing the shelves & looking for a potential book to read for the plane ride back. You also stopped at a seller on the street selling random items of clothing. You decided to buy a pair of ear muffs that were just too cute to resist, while Bob purchased a fuzzy scarf that was perfect for today’s forecast. one of your last stops was to grab a little cup of hot cocoa, to battle the chilly air & enjoy its sweet chocolatey taste. You two continued to walk through the streets, admiring all of your surroundings. Bob was leading you to your next special place. Its view being just on the horizon.

Rockefeller Center’s ice rink was in full view now & Bob could hardly keep his smile at bay, just knowing how badly you’ve always wanted to go skating there. You look over at in awe, as your bf stops in his tracks,

“Well honey, this is our next stop for the day. What do you say we slip on some skates & hit the ice?”

Your smile grew two sizes & you practically tackled Bob in a bone crushing hug. You couldn’t believe he had taken you to skate at THE Rockefeller Center. You were sure that something like this really only happened in movies, but that was the thing about being with Bob. Every day felt like a movie, or even more so a fairytale. You nodded eagerly at his question, pulling him by the hand & down the steps to retrieve your ice skates.

With your skates on you waddled onto the ice, immediately taking hold of the wall’s ledge with one hand & grabbing onto Bob’s arm with the other. You were so happy for bringing your little camera along. the laps around the slippery ground consisted of you trying your very best to keep balance & Bob was treading lightly beside you, occasionally going over to the ledge for further support. Every time you’d happen to take a fall though, Bob would swoop in like prince charming & help you get back up onto your feet.

There was one instance where for whatever reason Bob tried to do a little trick for you, even though he was fully aware of his incapability to do it. He really just wanted to hear you let the sound of your sweet giggle. You didn’t hesitate to bust out your camera, catching him live in action & biting back a laugh at his silliness, but you couldn’t hold it in for long. The trick didn’t quite land, as Bob took a rather hard fall to the ground. You quickly yet oh so carefully rushed over to him to make sure he was okay,

“Bobby! Baby! Are you alright?” Your voice was laced with evident concern, as you bent down to be eye level with him. Bob shifted slightly from his place on the ice & the next thing you knew, he was pulling you down into him, gently trapping you under his weight. Both of your faces were flushed & time seemed to stand still. Bob looks at you so lovesick & you can’t help but let out a giggle at his ogling eyes,

“You gonna kiss me or what Floyd?” You tease.

Bob obliges, leaning in & your lips meld together in a sweet kiss. You didn’t care about the likeliness of onlookers witnessing this little act of affection. You were just lucky to share this moment with your bf & you couldn’t possibly see how the day could get any better than this. But boy were you in for a real treat!

You two finished up on your skating, managing to leave with only a few measly bruises & Bob’s shoulder sore from his nasty fall. But you both knew that it was worth it & a once in a lifetime experience.

You both agreed that you were in need of some food, having worked up an appetite from the activities of the day. Bob planned on taking you to a fancy restaurant, wanting to spoil you before he popped the big question. But what you were really hunkering for was a big slice of pizza. Your eyes just lit up at the very sight of the parlor & after all, you knew New York was known to have the best pizza around.

Bob couldn’t resist your excitement to trying it, so you each grabbed a slice & enjoyed it together. You let out the occasional mhmm at the flavors on your tongue. the mixes of garlic, tomato sauce & cheese were just to die for & you couldn’t be more pleased in this moment. Bob was liking it too, but he couldn’t help but look over at you in absolute awe & thanking God that you stepped into his life all those years ago. He truly was the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth.

Some time had gone by with you & Bob finishing up your pizza, your tummies going back into a state of fullness. It had become dark outside now, the sky casted a shade of navy blue with stars littered all around & buildings were lit up like Christmas lights. Speaking of Christmas lights, you were positive that you two were done for the day & were about to head back to the hotel. But, you were mistaken & instead taken in a different direction.

You found yourself walking up to the famous Rockefeller Christmas tree, lit up in all of its glory. It truly was a beautiful sight & so much prettier in person. Photos didn’t even come close to doing it justice,

“Wow Bobby, isn’t it just magical? I can’t believe I’m really witnessing all of it’s beauty in real time.” you let out, gazing up at the tree in pure amazement & disbelief,

“It certainly is a sight, but it’s not near as beautiful as you are.” He quipped back, making you playfully scoff & lightly smack his chest. Bob could be so romantic but also cheesy at times. but you didn’t mind that in the slightest. I fact, you loved it.

You’re leaned in close to him, your arms were looped around each others & your head was lying against his chest. You feel Bob gently pull away, an obvious absence of his warmth is felt. You turn to see what he was doing, but you don’t see him right away. It takes you a second, but once your gaze looks downward, you can’t believe the very sight before you.

Bob was down on his knee, looking up at you with longing eyes. He held out a velvet black box, with a pretty diamond ring inside. Your palm flies up to cover your mouth in shock & you let out a gasp that’s muffled. Bob swallows hard & begins his spiel,

“You make me the happiest man alive every single day we spend together. I wanna grow old with you, I wanna build a family with you & I’d like to call you my forever..” Bob pauses for a moment, getting choked up & his words getting caught in his throat. You reach the hand over that was covering your mouth to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his skin in encouragement. You too had tears in your eyes,

“Sorry— *clears throat* where was I? *shakes his head in remembrance*…right. You mean everything to me my love & there’s not a single person in this world who I’d rather wake up to or spend the rest of my life with. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?” Bob managed to get out, but the tears were now slowly starting to stream down his face. He looks up at you with wet, pleading eyes. just waiting patiently for your answer,

You let out a shaky deep breath & reply back with,

“Yes, a million times over! Yes!”

Bob lets out a breath of his own that he’d been holding onto & relief immediately washes over him. You put your hand out for him to hold onto, as he slips the ring onto your finger with ease. He pulls you into him by your hips & your lips meet in a passionate kiss. Imaginary sparks & fireworks fly across the sky at the news. You two were officially engaged.

The both of you spent the rest of the evening celebrating & in talks of potential wedding/honeymoon plans…

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