#it would have perfectly set them up to get together a few years later

[tgmsunmontue]

Saga of Solitude 3/?

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA and afterwards. DADT fully in force. Hangster AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version).

PROLOGUE (He remembers)

HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights - set 2009)

Updating ~weekly (longer chapters).

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2002

                The summer break is short. He doesn’t know how it’s been swung, but he fully suspects that Ice has something to do with it. Maverick has the three weeks off, leave timed perfectly with the weeks that Bradley is home. Ice has taken actual vacation time, apparently timed to coincide with his daughter’s summer vacation, but Bradley knows better, knows the coincidence of them all being together, in the same city, is too much for him to pass up and wants them all together. Sarah and Melissa take the opportunity to actually go away for a week just the two of them and the girls stay with Ice, Bradley and Maverick moving in to ostensibly help with the girls.

                He works out and runs, Mav and Ice taking turns to join him so that one of them can stay behind with the girls. He sometimes goes for a run again later, Tamsin and Petra on their bikes, a little wobbly, but they go to the park nearby and play on the playground. They introduce Bradley to their friends as their brother, and he decides he likes that title best of all, lets it settle around his shoulders like a warm jacket after years of not knowing whether they were his cousins, siblings or even nieces because of the age difference. Brother he likes most of all.

                When he’s out running, or even in the playground he gets a few appreciative looks; he lets that feeling settle in his gut, pleasure that other people think he’s attractive. He doesn’t let himself think about it when he’s at Annapolis, too intent on his studies and learning everything they put in front of him. Right now though it’s his summer break and he can enjoy being looked at. Can enjoy looking back. Not that he finds the mom’s looking very attractive or interesting, but he can hope that what they find attractive is something that others will also find attractive.

                He takes Tamsin and Petra for ice cream. They both call Mav Papa, which is adorable but he also worries about what people might think if they overhear them. He has to force himself to not overthink or worry about it. He has enough to worry about around his presence at Annapolis, about how many people know that Mav is his stepfather, legal guardian and just Captain Peter Mitchell in general. Not to mention how Admiral Kazansky is his secondary emergency contact. He’s glad no-one sees his paperwork other than the admissions office and the higher ups if there is an emergency. Not that they don’t already know.

                He doesn’t need to mention to Maverick and Ice that he wants to go out, they seem to sense it and they both just silently nod when he informs them he’s going out. None of them mention the box of condoms and little sachets of lube that mysteriously appeared in his bedroom both at Mav’s place and also at Ice’s his first couple of days home. He’s not going to raise it, simply takes it as acknowledgement that they know he’s sexually active and want him to be safe. At least, he’s hoping to be sexually active, even as his gut churns with nerves.

                All in all it’s pretty lackluster and he doesn’t know exactly why people would seek this out over and over. Part of him wants to ask Mav or Ice about it, but they’ve never been exactly open about their relationship, and he knows that’s partly because they have to keep it hidden, but Mav had taken him through the safe sex talk and said to come to him if he had any questions. Asking whether sex is meant to be good or not… well, he’s pretty sure it’s meant to be better then that.

                His nineteenth birthday arrives and when they all head out to an airstrip his eyes go wide. There’s a Beechcraft sitting on the tarmac and he turns to Mav and Ice, eyes wide.

                “Are you kidding me?”

                “Called in a couple of favors…”

                “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Oh my god. Are you serious right now?”

                “Language…” Ice says, voice tired and Bradley shoots him a quick apologetic look.

                “You’re only allowed to sit in the back, and it’s only a pop-up, but thought you’d like it.”

                “Does make the phone I got you seem a bit boring,” Ice says wryly, handing him a tidily wrapped package and Bradley can’t wipe the grin off his face.

                “God I love you guys,” Bradley says, wrapping them both in hugs.

                The flight morphs from what was likely meant to be a quick pop-up to something a bit longer and he whoops with delight as Mav does some shit that Ice will no-doubt tell him off for later but he loves every second of it, feels like if he gets to do this for a job then every second an boat school will be worth it. He gets out, his body still vibrating with the rush of adrenaline and he wants to immediately turn around and go back up, the look on Maverick’s face telling him he’d probably take him, but there are a couple of other people approaching, shaking Ice’s hand and then turning to Maverick, wishing him happy birthday and he thanks them profusely.

                “Only a pop-up huh?” Ice says, voice dry and the grin Maverick gives him is wide and unapologetic and Bradley can’t help the laugh that escapes.

                “Oh my god, flying is so much better than sex!”

                Mav and Ice look at each other before they’re both laughing and Bradley frowns.

                “What? What’s funny?”

                “Well. I’m just remembering my teenage fumblings and I’d have to rate flying above them too. But sex generally gets better with practice.”

                “Like most things,” Ice says, staring up at the sky so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with anyone and Bradley’s grateful. It also answers his unasked questions about sex, not all of them obviously, but okay, it’ll probably get better. No. It will get better, he just needs to practice. Of course, practicing having sex is a lot more difficult than working on his running times. Anyway, he’ll find a way, because obviously Mav and Ice figured it ou.

                He hasn’t really ever given their relationship much thought, other than knowing that they have one and that they’re together. They’re not physically demonstrative with each other, he’s never even seem them kiss, and he gets that maybe they’re hyper-careful because Tamsin and Petra are young and have loose lips, but not even in front of him. They’re obviously solid though, seem to communicate without talking and he definitely notices more now that he’s older. The silent communication with quirks of eyebrows, little smiles and eyerolls all seeped in affection. If he’s looking for it. Of course, there’s also yelling, which he doesn’t need to look for because he hears it and often, although it’s always short-lived.

                It makes him watch Sarah and Melissa, and they’re like the complete opposite of Ice and Maverick, physically demonstrative as well as verbally telling each other they love each other all the time. It makes him feel a little uncomfortable sometimes, like maybe he’s seeing something they don’t want him to, but they never seem to give him any mind and Tamsin and Petra are both equally physically demonstrative, wanting hugs and cuddles and he likes that. It’s probably good for them to see their parents like that.

                Thinking about parents has him digging, unearthing old home videos and he watches the videos of his parents, and it’s weird, seeing something almost twenty years old, and what he guesses is the only straight relationship he has as an example, and it’s more of a dream than something he sees everyday. Judging from the videos his dad loved his mom and wasn’t afraid of letting the world know about it. He wonders what he’d be doing if both his parents were still alive. Wonders what he’d be doing if his mom was alive, if he’d have listened to her wish to not become a pilot if it had been made to him from her directly. He’s so glad that Mav and Ice have supported him.

                As his time at home comes to an end he isn’t expecting the round-the-table family discussion, with even Sarah and Melissa present. Tamsin and Petra are distracted with cartoons, and he wonders what they’re about to lay in front of him. He’s not prepared for them saying how much they all missed him. Even Melissa is nodding, and her job as an emergency doctor means she’s had the least to do with Bradley, but she ruffles his hair, tells him he’s part of their family and his heart swells.

                “So the last year sucked, not getting to see you at all.”

                “There will be enough times in the future when visiting you won’t be an option, you’ll be deployed for months at a time.”

                “We want to make the most of the fact that we can visit you while you’re at USNA. We promise that it won’t be often, but we do want to see you.”

                “We’ve maybe come up with a way to visit you more often.”

                Their voices all overlap and he listens as they explain, how they’ll look at his liberty leave schedule, how they’ll plan just a few hours of visiting, to have dinner, for the girls to see him and for him to see the girls. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve a family like this, although a cynical part of him reminds him that he’s an orphan, and that maybe this is the universe’s way of making up for all the loss he’s had to suffer. If it means he gets to have Maverick and Ice, Sarah and Melissa, Tamsin and Petra… well. Of course he’d like his parents to be alive and to know what they think of him and his decisions. But his family is what he makes it and he’s so grateful he has what he has with the people in this house right now.

                So they hammer out a plan. He comes home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Spring break, what weird simile the USNA has, he can spend with his friends, even if he protests that he’d rather see them. They plan to drop him off again, even though it’s really not needed. It’s a long way to travel for a few more hours but none of them let his arguments be heard.

                The year back at Annapolis starts and god it’s good not to be a Plebe anymore. The familiar routine settles around him and it feels great, knowing what is expected of him and how to meet and exceed those expectations. He gets a few approving nods from his tutors and physical instructors when it becomes apparent to them that he’s continued to work on his fitness over the summer, leaving the vast majority of his class in the dust. There is one other that keeps up with him, almost effortlessly, although her eyes are narrowed.

                “Trace.”

                “Bradshaw.”

                She nods and slaps his shoulder so hard it hurts and he grins, thinks he might like her if she actually lets him get to know her, her own lips as tightly sealed as his own when other people are asking questions. It’s not until a couple of weeks in, they’re sharing a table in silence and a photo of Tamsin and Petra slips out of his address book and hits the floor, sliding under the table and coming to a stop beneath Trace’s chair. Then Trace is picking it up, glancing at the picture of him in his jean shorts and white tank, eating ice cream with Tamsin and Petra pressed in on each side also eating ice cream.

                “Your… kids?” Trace asks, sliding the photo across the table to him and he shakes his head sharply.

                “No. Sisters.”

                “That makes more sense.”

                “Yeah. I miss them. Tamsin and Petra.”

                “I miss my family too,” Trace admits, and it’s the first time she’s even admitted she had family so he just smiles and nods. He highlights every liberty leave weekend and folds the schedule into an envelope meant for Sarah and Melissa. He knows that Ice likely already has access to it with all his connections but he knows Sarah and Melissa won’t, that they’ll want to plan it all out and he feels the warmth suffuse through him that his family want to go out of their way to see him. He writes letters to Tamsin and Petra, invites Trace to also draw pictures with his box of crayons to send and she turns out to be far more talented than him.

                It changes something between them after that, Trace seeking him out at mealtimes, asking him if he wants to study with her. He knows there are rumors about them sleeping together, but that’s all they are, rumors, and he knows he can’t get in trouble even if they were having sex, as long as they’re never caught. Which isn’t a problem considering it’s never going to happen.

                His first liberty afternoon he’s not getting visitors, but decides to head off campus just so it’s part of his routine, so he can meet his family off-base in the future without raising eyebrows over out of the ordinary behavior. He takes some course work and finds a coffee shop several blocks away. It’s a Saturday afternoon so he has his customary call with Mav, talks about how he’s joined the drum and bugle corps as well as the glee club. He says he plays the piano when he can, but he’s nowhere good enough for the instrumental club, but he’s still got plenty of music in his life, which he knows makes Mav think of his dad, but he can’t help that it’s something he genuinely enjoys himself.

                “Anyone sitting here?”

                He looks up and the guy asking is a bit older and Bradley glances around the busy coffee shop, there are other seats available, but none at empty tables, so he’d have to be asking someone if he wanted to sit down.

                “Uh, no. Please. Have a seat”

                “Thanks.”

                The guy doesn’t say anything, reads a book and sips his coffee and Bradley does the same, reading over course work and when his ankle is bumped he looks up to find the guy looking at him, his foot still resting against his ankle. Oh. He blushes and looks away, goes back to studying and shifts his foot away slightly. The guys foots doesn’t follow, but when he glances up it’s to find he’s being watched. Okay then.

                “My name’s Kevin.”

                “Uh. Bradley.”

                “Nice to meet you Bradley.”

                “And you.”

                He shifts his feet a little further away and goes back to studying, tries to ignore the fluttering nerves. After a while he looks up and Kevin is closing his book, drawing back, but he’s sliding a piece of paper across the table and it’s got a phone number on it. He knocks his knuckle against it and gives Bradley a wink and then leaves.

                He stares at the number and wonders how it would even work. He sure as hell won’t be using it, he’s far too close to the USNA to be comfortable hooking up with anyone, and it’s not like he can seriously consider a relationship, not with DADT. Not that he thinks that was in any way shape or form an invitation to start a relationship. Huh. He wonders if that’s all he’s destined to have for a while, meaningless hookups which aren’t even that great.

                He throws the piece of paper in the next trash can he sees.

…             …             …

                Classes continue and he does get to see his family, his favorite time is when Tamsin and Petra visit and he gets to show them around the places that he’d tried to draw pictures of. He goes home for Thanksgiving, enjoys the time and goes out on the Friday night, determined to hook up and try and have a decent sexual experience. It’s definitely an improvement on summer, and he wonders if he was just more nervous before. He comes back to a book sitting on his bed, The Joy of Gay Sex and he knows it’s Pete’s way of showing support and love. He supposes he should be grateful that he’s not having to have actual conversations about it.

                Of course that’s when he realizes at Christmas that he wants to go somewhere for spring break. Somewhere he can hook up without worrying at all, maybe have sex in a bed. Maybe with the same person more than once, although that might be pushing it. He just feels an itch that he wants to scratch, and he needs to scratch it in such a specific way that he knows he’s going to have to ask either Mav or Ice about it. The more he thinks about it the more he leans towards asking Ice, feels like he’ll get considered answers that weigh up pros and cons and potential consequences, rather than throwing a dart at a map and hoping for the best, which is totally what he can envision Mav doing.

                “Hey Ice…”

                “Bradley. You okay?”

                “Yeah. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?”

                “Of course. What is it?”

                “Uh, Okay. You know how we were saying I could go and hang out with friends for spring break?”

                “Yes.”

                “Well, I don’t particularly want to hang out with friends, but I wouldn’t be averse to, uh. God this is going to sound awful. But I want to go somewhere I can hook up and just… not have to care. You know?”

                Ice lets out a short huff of breath and looks at the ceiling, like he’s steeling himself.

                “Yeah. I know.”

                “I know I could come back and visit, but just the thing you said about it getting better with practice, and I can’t during semester time. I just can’t.”

                “Bradley. Stop. It’s fine. Trust me. I understand,” Ice says. “New York is good. And close enough that travel costs would be low. Because you’re going to need the money for a motel room.”

                “New York.”

                “Yeah. Lots of people. Good scene where you’d be anonymous. It’s lower risk, but there is still risk.”

                “Did you do this?”

                “Yeah, this was back in a 70s though and I hope you’re sure as hell safer than I was.”

                “Yeah, of course. Gee that’s a long time ago.”

                “I don’t need you pointing that out to me thank you.”

                Bradley grins. Ice smiles back but it looks a bit painful.

…             …             …

                Tom isn’t quite sure whether he should repeat the conversation he had with Bradley with Mav. Just because Bradley didn’t ask him to keep it to himself doesn’t mean he should then share it. He helps Bradley book and pay for a motel, picking one he’s familiar enough with that he knows the neighborhood isn’t dangerous, but neither will anyone look twice at two men together. He sends Bradley a letter a few weeks before his spring break, a carefully itemized list of places he could consider visiting when he goes to New York, all numbered. Then he sends a message on his phone, tells him that all addresses associated to the prime numbers are nightclubs he might be interested in checking out. He knows Bradley will read between the lines.

                The Saturday afternoon phone call that Bradley has with Maverick, that Tom shoehorns himself into whenever they’re close by, is due anytime and it’s become much easier to have since he gave Bradley the phone for his birthday. The ability to not have to wait for a free phone is so convenient, even if he hates having to carry one himself for work. He listens as Pete talks, asks Bradley what he thinks of Statue of Liberty and several other sights and Tom wonders how much of the city Bradley actually managed to see, or if he simply now has a deeper appreciation of the gay clubs in New York and all he saw really was the inside of his motel room. He holds his hand out for the phone when it sounds like Pete is winding up.

                “Oh wait, Ice wants to talk to you.”

                “Yeah. Love you too. Have a good week.”

                “Hello,” Tom greets, taking the phone and holding it to his ear, watches as Maverick walks off after giving him a quick kiss and he follows him with his eyes.

                “Hi Uncle Tom.”

                “Did you have a good spring break?”

                The pause and then the burst of laughter has his lips twitching.

                “Oh my god. Yeah. Good and then some.”

                “Better than flying?” Tom asks, amusement in his tone.

                “Sometimes. Yeah.”

                “Good. I’m glad.”

                “You, uh, didn’t tell Mav about what I was doing.”

                “No. Did think about it. Decided I’d leave that to you if you wanted or needed to share that with him.”

                “Thanks Uncle Tom.”

                “Anytime.”

…             …             …

                “MIdshipman Bradshaw!”

                “Sir, yes sir.”

                “Your presence has been requested in Admiral Naughton’s office. Better get along there.”

                “Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

                He’s never been called to the Superintendent’s office before, and he knows that’s a good thing, but of course he’s having to go there now and he’s racking his brain for anything he’s potentially done that might warrant being called to the office of the USNA Superintendent. It’s been a couple of months since spring break, he only has a few weeks before the end of the academic year. He’s been looking forward to having three weeks at home before starting his six weeks at sea, having passed on the SEAL and Marine Crops joint-operation option. He knows where he wants to be.

                He knocks on the door and hears the instruction to enter, opens the door and steps inside, closing it behind him. The tightness in his stomach immediately eases as he recognizes the profile of Tom. Probably not in trouble then. Doesn’t explain what Tom is doing here exactly, but he also needs to remember to not call him Tom. Or Ice. He’s in his uniform, so potentially been nearby for work and of everyone it’s been Ice he hasn’t seen much of, his work keeping him busy, and his spare time spent with Tamsin and Petra, his young kids even if he is divorced.

                “Admiral Naughton sir. You wanted to see me?”

                “At ease Midshipman Bradshaw. Sorry for the potential scare, however Tom asked if he could maybe see you and it was too easy a request to deny. I’ll let you two catch up.”

                Bradley blinks, because this is odd. Out of the ordinary even for Tom, although he guesses if Tom wanted to see him he’s not going to refuse. He hugs him, and he knows he must have grown more, because Tom feels a bit smaller than usual, although no less solid. He’s getting hugged back hard, firm slaps to the shoulder and getting looked at with pride and he feels so good when either Ice or Mav look at him like that.

                “You’re still growing, Mav’s going to be able to fit under your chin when you come home.”

                Bradley laughs.

                “It’s so good to see you. And yeah, think I’m doing growing upwards, just building on the strength now. Be able to leave you in the dust when I come home.”

                “Like you didn’t already last summer. But about coming home, I wanted to come and tell you in person, because of what you went through with your mom –”

                Oh god no.

                His whole world stops.

                He doesn’t need Tom to say any more, feels his knees buckle a little before he catches himself.

                “How long?”

                “A week.”

                “What? A week?”

                “Shit. No. Not left to live. Fuck. Bradley. Stop filling in the blanks and let me finish.”

                He hardly ever hears Tom swear, and he just sucks in a breath and nods.

                “In a week I’m getting an operation to remove a tumor. It’s in my throat. Then some directed radiotherapy and drug cocktail. I just wanted to let you know I potentially won’t be up for much when you come home for summer. No work outs for me.”

                “God Ice, like I care about what we do. So the prognosis is… good?”

                “Yeah. It’s not terminal, just Stage One they think. Sarah and Melissa, mainly Melissa, kept on at me until I went in and got checked out. It’s been caught early they think.”

                “Yeah well, Melissa is smart. I’m glad you listened to her.”

                “So am I. She also forced Mav to get a full check. He’s as healthy as a horse.”

                “Of course he is. Is this why you came to see me?”

                “Well, I had business in Washington. I was offered a promotion and had to decline it. For now.”

                “You declined it?”

                Tom winces then, and Bradley knows it must have hurt, but also with the restriction on the number of Vice Admirals allowed it makes sense.

                “What was the position?”

                “Director of the DLA. Also involved a relocation to Virginia.”

                “Oh. Leaving Sarah and the girls.”

                “Yes.”

                “So multiple reasons to politely decline.”

                “Yes. I just have to hope it doesn’t impede future promotional opportunities.”

                Bradley nods, because this is another proper adult conversation they’re having, and he feels very adult all of a sudden while also feeling like a little kid. It’s weird for so many reasons but he also likes it he thinks.

                “So when you say you had business in Washington you had to politely tell the president thanks but no thanks.”

                “Yes I did. Nice summation.”

                Bradley laughs and hugs him again.

                “Would you like a tour of your old stomping grounds?”

                “Sure, why not. Show me around.”

[judithhhh]

vacation (one-shot)

jude x reader

summary : you and your situationship, jude, spend a week together in a paradisiac destination

(i saw a blog talking about situationship jude spending a week at a resort w you and it had my mind runninnnn)

jude would normally spend his vacation week with his family or bestfriends. he couldn't see them that much anymore and he wouldn't miss the opportunity to spend a amazing week with them. but for you he would. some would say that ditching your loved ones for a situationship is dumb, but god it felt right. he didn't regret it when he left the house early in the morning, bidding goodbye to his confused mom. he didn't regret when he let you on his private jet and certainly didn't regret it when not even an hour later you were in his lap riding him, hoping that the flight attendant wouldn't check up on you two any time soon.

he had the intention to fuck you good a few times obviously but mostly show you around, spoil you lots and enjoy a normal vacation. but by the time you arrived at your destination and you were already all over him, jude doubted that you and him would even leave the private resort all week. your first days in the tropical destination were spent with the two of you rediscovering each other's bodies in your resort bedroom. and the bathroom. and the pool outside. and the loungers around it. one thing that was constant was the lack of clothes. you would end up fucking anyways so why bother even putting some, right?

on the third day, jude checked his phone for the first time for what seemed like years when he woke up in the morning. he groaned seeing the floods of messages from his family and bestfriends, maybe "forgetting" to tell them about his week-long vacation was not a good move. his worries went away when he turned around and was greeted by the sight of your naked body being bathed by the early morning sunrays. you were laying on your stomach, one leg up draping his lower waist and your arms buried under the numerous pillows of the spacious bed. he turned his head back around and smiled at the celling, wondering how he could regret coming to the resort when he was greeted each morning by such a beautiful sight. he heard you lightly sigh, and reached to slightly stroke your uncovered back.

"already awake?" you said to the boy, voice still sleepy

"mmh, you can go back to sleep love it's still early"

the sound of his raspy voice almost had you falling asleep again, but the heavenly sight the bedroom window gave you, prevented you from doing so.

"no jude! we have to go out today."

"but we're so comfortable here baby" jude whined hearing your suggestion

for him, staying in this private resort with you felt like paradise on earth. he had gotten so used to the lack of noise and cameras in the past days that he was pretty much convinced he never wanted to leave this place. the privacy that was given to you two these past few days was all he wanted, and now you wanted to go out? his mind started to run with thoughts on how to convince you not to. he grinned thinking about a few ways he could make you want to stay in bed all day.

"i can see you smiling jude and no. we're going out today i don't care"

"i paid for this vacation woman, i can perfectly decide what we'll do"

"you're not deciding shit, it's not a vacation if you don't even go out"

no matter how determined jude was to escape the public, he could never resist you. the way you disappeared under the covers, mouth lowering towards where he wanted you the most, was the last bit of convincing he needed as he threw his head back onto the pillow and let you do your work. a few hours after your morning shenanigans, you were dressed in a pretty sundress with a black bikini under, ready to get to the yacht jude had rented for the day. the man was wearing a cream colored matching set that had him look so good, you couldn't resist sneaking a few pictures.

you spent a cozy afternoon on the yacht, either sunbathing or lazily making out with jude. the boat was in the middle of the ocean, far away from wandering eyes. you were now laying on the deck, watching jude's back muscles as he swimmed in the mediterranean sea. you called him over to you, deciding that the man needed to pay more attention to you and less on swimming. he used his arms to lift himself up on the deck before laying down on top of you, his head posed on your stomach. you runned your nails on his back and shoulders while the two of you talked for hours. the sun had already began setting when jude made his first move on you, which quite surprised you as you were certain the boy would have been all over your body all day. you chuckled as you watched him try to subtly undo your bikini straps.

''what are you doing?''

''hum?'' he responded, clearly paying too much attention on your tits and not enough on your voice.

''thought you didnt wanna do anything in public''

''we're in the middle of the sea darlin, who cares''

his eyes didn't leave your body even once as he skillfully removed your bikini top and latched his mouth on your now exposed breasts. you moaned and threw your head back on the deck, hand locking itself onto his curls. he went to town for a long time on your boobs until his mouth started trailing kisses farther inevitably reaching your core. your moans had been replaced by whimpers of desesperation as he licked your clothed center, not forgetting to pepper kisses on your inner tighs.

''please baby, i need it''

''need what love?'' he said, smirking up at your face

he didn't give you any time to answer his question and directly pushed your black bikini bottoms to the side, tongue finding your clit. you always loved how he ate you out. this man gave head like he was dying of thirst and your pussy was the only source of water. it had your thighs squeezing around his head and your hands clawing at his upper back. jude relentlessly lapped at your cunt, only stopping to kiss your clit or look up at you, your eyes locking intensely. he had just finished making you cum for a fourth time when he got back up to your face and kissed your lips before rolling his body to lay next to you. you were exhausted from your previous orgasms but you needed him inside of you. his eyes shut open when he felt you straddle his lap, and his hard on.

"you don't need to" he tiredly said, knowing you were probably just as exhausted as him

"but i want you so bad jude"

he didn't say anything back and let you do your work. you reached down and pulled down his swim trunks, feeling your cunt twitching at the sight of his dick. you lowered yourself on it, your mouth falling open at the feeling of being so stretched out. it always felt as good as the first time with him. you lazily rocked your hips against his and leaned down to pepper kisses on chest. he was letting you do all the moving, enjoying the movements of your lower half, eyes closed and mouth gaped open. from time to time, his hands came up to squeeze your hips. you were still sensible so it didn't take long until you were slightly shaking on top of him as you reached another orgasm. the feeling of your cunt squeezing him made jude finish too, letting out a loud moan and wrapping his hands tightly around your waist. you collapsed on his chest and he stroked your hair, both of you drunk on pleasure.

you got back to your resort an hour after, excited to snuggle back into bed after such a long day. you were in the bathroom doing your skincare when jude came behind you, sneaking his hands under his shirt you used as pyjamas. he tucked his head into your neck and sighed at the warm feeling of your skin. you loved this soft side of him, when he was all sleepy and snuggled his body into yours like he wanted to get under your skin. you finished putting on moisturizer and slightly tapped the boy's head.

"we can go to bed now baby"

"too lazy to move" he mumbled into your neck

well you loved this soft side of him but it did make him act like a child sometimes.

"come on jude we'll be much more comfortable under the sheets"

he reluctantly dragged his feet towards the bed not once letting go of you. once you were both snuggled under the covers, your head tucked into his chest as his hands went up and down your back soothing you, you felt the boy sigh before talking softly to you.

"wish i could stay here all year long you know"

"the fangirls would miss you too much"

he chuckled but his tone stayed serious

"i'm serious though, being with you it's like we're in our own worlds and there's nobody to ever disturb us. i don't ever feel more at peace than in those moments"

your heart warmed up even more at each word he uttered. you know that he loved his job more than everything but he was also a much more private guy than people thought. being around so many cameras all day, always made him uncomfortable and he relished in those quiet times he got with you. sometimes the domesticity of it all made you wonder if the two of you were more than just a "situationship"

"don't you think what we have is weird sometimes" you asked him in a whispered voice

"what do you mean"

"well we're always together, hell i spend half my time flying out to madrid just to see you and look at you now, you're sneaking away from your entire family just to go on vacation with me"

"and?"

"don't you think we act too much like a couple?"

jude looked down at you, eyes widened.

"you wanna be a couple now?"

you thought of it for a second, sure you loved the man. for most people, that would have been a deal-breaker. how could you be in love with eachother but not be together, right? but you two were different. you liked the simplicity of what you had, the feeling of having your person without really being tied down. maybe you had commitment issues or whatever but at the end, it worked perfectly.

"no im happy with what we have, aren't you?"

"im laying in bed with a absolute stunner in one of the most beautiful places on earth, how can i not be happy"

you smiled at his words and pulled yourself up so your faces were at the same level. your lips latched onto his and he kissed you back. when you pulled away, your lips felt kind of numb but your heart was bursting with all the feelings you had for this man.

"thanks for all of this really jude"

"if it gets me free pussy all day, ill do it for sureee"

"nevermind you ruined the moment"

jude let out a laugh before wrapping you tighter in his arms. you both fell asleep not long after, mind already filled with thoughts of spending another day in the comfort of each other's company.

[strawb3rryscorpio]

Could you just write like ANYTHING that’s Dominic x reader because there is a severe dom fic drought rn

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒, dominic fike x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your boyfriend get matching tattoos 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, sexual jokes

You and Dominic had been discussing matching tattoos for months now. You both loved the idea, but the only issue was that neither of you could agree on what your tattoo would be. That had been the case until earlier today when Dominic had finally compromised on getting cherries as your tattoos.

To you, cherries were simple yet symbolic of your relationship. Dominic liked the idea, but he argued that it should be something more corny. After hours of reasoning and many puppy eyes later, Dominic had finally accepted defeat to those damn cherries.

"Babe, what should I wear?" you questioned, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to think of an outfit. "Nothing at all if it was up to me," he deadpanned, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"Dom, I'm being serious," you turned to glare at him as a wide smirk developed on his face, and he replied, "I am the most serious I've probably ever been." You rolled your eyes in response, walking into the closet in search of an outfit.

"How's this?" you said walking out after a few minutes. "Perfect," he eyed you for a second before looking back at his phone. No matter what outfit you put on, it was perfect to him, meaning he was zero help.

You turned to face the mirror, having to trust your own opinion in this situation. "Is it too booby?" you asked yourself, caressing the top of your tank top.

The look on his face told you he was thinking of another sly remark. "Nothing is ever too booby," you giggled and walked over to your dresser to grab your purse.

As you checked your phone before heading out, you heard the sound of one of Dominic's notorious dramatic sighs. "What're you so loud for?" you jokingly asked as you placed a pair of small gold hoops on your bare ears.

You heard Dominic walk over to you, placing his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the back of your neck.

"'Cuz I'm bored," he mumbled into your neck. "I've been watching Reddit confessions for like a million years." The buzz of his words on your neck sent a chill down your spine.

"It's not my fault you were ready two hours ago," you said, turning to face him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Plus, you love those Reddit confessions," you added, pulling away from the kiss.

The drive there was quick. You talked about everything from his new music to some gossip about your friends.

"Still set on those cherries?" he asked, pulling into the parking lot. "Yes, one hundred percent set," you smacked your glossy lips together as your last touch. "Then let's go!"

You two walked towards the building, hand in hand. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "Why? You'll be okay," Dominic replied, rubbing your back for reassurance. "And you should be perfectly fine since you got to pick the tattoo." He turned to you with a mischievous grin.

"I didn't pick it. We agreed on it," you stepped into the store as Dominic held the door open. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said before wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you made your way up to the counter.

"Hi, we're here for an appointment at four thirty," you greeted the lady at the counter. "Oh! A couples tattoo. That's fun!" She pulled out a waiver and some pens for you to sign.

"Yeah, we've been talking about it for a while, and we were both free today, so I was like, why not?" you explained as Dominic signed the waiver. "What are you guys planning on getting?" she questioned, as Dominic finished signing the papers and handed them to you.

"We're getting matching cherries," Dominic answered as you continued reading the waiver. "We had them for dessert on our first date." The lady's face softened at Dominic's reasoning. "Awe, that's beautiful," she replied softly, making you blush.

You turned your head towards Dominic before mumbling, "And you said it wasn't as corny." You finished signing the waiver and passed it back. "Okay, perfect! I'll have you guys set up in a couple of minutes," she announced before walking off into the back.

You and Dominic took a seat, and you laid your head on his shoulder. "Dom?" you mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear you. "Yeah, love?" he looked down at you, ready to listen to whatever you had to say.

"If you really don't want to get the cherries, we can do something else. I don't mind, I promise," you admitted, immediately reading his face for a response.

He let out the slightest chuckle. "Babe, if I really didn't want those cherries, I would've been on your ass about it," he smiled, brushing his hands through your hair. "And plus, I'd get your face tatted on my cheek, so I have zero issues with this," he added, and a wide smile grew on your face.

"You're very corny, you know that?" you spoke after a few seconds of silence. "It's my specialty, really," he laughed and placed a kiss on your head.

"We're ready for you two!" the lady called out. You and Dominic stood up as he grabbed your hand. "Ready?" he asked as you started heading towards the tattoo chairs. "Readier than ever, babe!" you exclaimed.

You two sat in the chairs, still holding hands, as the tattoo artist introduced himself. You stared at Dominic as he made conversation, and you noticed a smile develop on your face. A smile that displayed nothing but love and commitment. And you thought to yourself, what is committing if not getting a matching tattoo?

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🪽h speaks: guys i’m not very happy with this it was kind of rushed but i was eager to post something. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for 300 followers!! love you guys :)

[little-diable]

In Another Life - Jasper Hale (smut)

After I got a sweet anon request as well as @omgbrcat lovely one, it only felt right to combine these two. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jasper had once loved a woman, ready to marry her, but time hadn't been on their side, ripping her from their life before she could be his. But now, almost 150 years later, he runs into her again, set on keeping his promise.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, mentions death and abuse (nothing explicit), love through times, throwback to cowboy Jasper, fluff

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.9k words)

Stars were covering every inch of the sky, twinkling above as if they were trying to communicate with him. Jasper found himself staring up at them, hands interlocked in his lap, head resting against his saddle. It had been another day filled with riding, making his way through the uneasy territory. 

He was working against time and knew that she could slip right through his fingers if he didn’t make it in time. Perhaps it was his own goddamn fault, he shouldn’t have made any promises, shouldn’t have told her that he’d find her before her parents could marry her off. 

But as her letter had found him, begging him to come home to find her quickly, he had known that their end was close, he could almost taste the bitterness on his tongue, could almost feel her salty tears pressed against his thumb as he wiped them away. She was everything he had always worked for, the one he would die for, there was no way he could lose her, not in this lifetime. 

With trembling hands he reached for his pocket, tugging on the crumpled piece he always carried with him. A picture of her, perfectly capturing that beautiful laugh he could hear ringing in his ears whenever he needed to feel her close. God, she was his everything, the one whose hand he wanted to tie to his with the ring he carried with him, the golden ring with a Jasper stone. 

“Hey,” Emmett slapped his hand down on Jasper’s shoulder, ripping him out of his thoughts. They were waiting in front of Carlisle’s office, ready to drive home together after another dull day. Jasper had his golden eyes set on a woman a few seats down from them, a woman whose sight alone could resuscitate his dead heart. 

“Do you see that woman?” He should have known that Emmett wasn’t one for small movements, staring at her all too obviously. Jasper had to bite down his groan as his eyes fluttered close for a second.

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be her. 

“She’s pretty, you should talk to her.” Emmett wiggled with his eyebrows, gaze flickering between Jasper and the woman, but Jasper didn’t give in, holding still as he flexed his fingers. With a sigh leaving him, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture Emmett had never seen before. Before Jasper could even begin to explain his distraction, Emmett had already ripped the faded-out photograph from his hands. “Damn, she looks like her!”

“She does.” Jasper’s throat felt all too choked up as if he was thirsty for blood – unable to speak before he got to feast from the red river. He had never been able to shake his grief, held back by the memories that followed him around daily, memories he had only shared with Edward, unwillingly that is. 

“(Y/n)?” Carlisle had opened the door, calling out the name as his eyes wandered from his sons to the woman sitting close. Jasper could only watch as she rose to her feet with a soft smile, walking past him and Emmett before following Carlisle inside. 

“Carlisle?” Emmett caught Carlisle's attention before the doctor could follow her inside, wordlessly asking him to come closer. The doctor murmured something to (y/n) before closing the door and stepping towards the two men. “You won’t believe this! Jasper dated a girl like her back in the day, we need to get them together!”

Emmett reached the photograph out for Carlisle to study it as Jasper rose to his feet with annoyance fuelling his every movement. Decades ago he had accepted his fate, forced to swallow down his anger to accept that he’ll never have her, holding her dead body all through the night. 

“You know,” he could only whisper the words as he held her close. “I would have asked you to marry me today. It took me a while to find a fitting ring, but I’m sure you would have liked this one, darlin’.”

With his eyes flickering down to the ring, he let go of a sigh. Her mother had cried against his chest, begging for forgiveness he hadn’t been able to grant. Time hadn’t been on his side, arriving too late to rescue her from a drunkard whose patience had run out way too quickly, ending her life before he could come to her. 

“In another lifetime I’ll marry you, I promise you that, darlin’.” 

“Jasper?” Carlisle stepped out of his office with (y/n) cautiously following him. “Would you mind showing (y/n) around? She’s new in town, I told her you could tell her a bit about the history of this place.”

He struggled to look at (y/n), remembering the face he’d see every single day, forced to accept that she wouldn’t ever be his. Jasper could only nod his head as he rose to his feet, stretching his cold hand out for (y/n) to shake. 

“Cold hands run in your family, huh?” The second he heard her voice for the first time, Jasper was sure he'd faint any second now, it had the same drawl, the same rumble he hadn’t heard ever since that time over 150 years ago. 

***

“Are you sure you don’t want something to drink, Jas?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through her apartment, preparing herself a drink as Jasper got himself comfortable on her couch. It had been a few days since their paths had crossed, instantly clicking as he had showed her around town, guided by the thick grey clouds and drops of rain. 

“I’m good, thank you, darlin’.” He loved the smile tugging on her lips whenever he called her that, enjoying the way he held the same power over her as she held over him, guiding the two closer together with every passing day. At first it had almost been scary how similar (y/n) was to her, reminding him of all those loving memories he had never been able to shake. By now he was simply grateful for getting a chance to feel (y/n) close, struggling to keep a respectful distance. 

“You’re quiet today, what’s going on in that head of yours?” (Y/n) sat down next to him, she reached for a blanket to throw over them both. Slowly she had adapted to his cold body temperature, trying to stop herself from shuddering whenever he touched her, torn between the unfamiliar longing she felt and the coldness he emanated. 

“Too many things you’d call me insane for.” The raspy chuckle clawing through Jasper spurred on her curiosity, forcing (y/n) to shuffle even closer. Her eyes wandered over his features, taking in every inch of his handsome face, but especially the lips she wanted to feel pressed against hers. 

“Now you have to tell me, you know how nosy I can be.” He felt her body pressing against his, subconsciously searching his closeness. Jasper found himself torn, torn between the chance of letting her in on the family secret, on the memories he desperately wanted to share with her, and the danger of her running from him, a danger to every member of his family. “Is it that bad? Are you secretly married with two children? Am I falling in love with a criminal?”

For a second, neither of them moved, caught by the confession she had spoken before thinking twice. Her wide eyes found his darkening ones, squealing in surprise as Jasper pulled her into her lap. Carefully he cupped her warm cheek, pulling (y/n) in for a kiss. Their lips moved in sync, careful at first, having to adjust to the new sensation as her heart kept picking up its beat, begging him to pull her even closer. 

“In love, huh?” He rasped his words against her lips, leaving (y/n) chuckling as she hid her warm face in the crook of his neck. Jasper wrapped his arms around her middle, eyes set on the window that gave view of the pouring rain, of the forest she lived close to. 

“What would you say when I told you that I have been alive for longer than you think? What would you say when I told you I have already loved you in another lifetime m?” She froze in his grasp. Jasper had expected her to break out in laughter, to make fun of him for speaking insane words like these. But she didn’t, (y/n) kept quiet in his hold as different emotions began to flush through her.

“What do you mean by that?” Slowly she pulled away, still sitting on his lap though with her weary eyes focused on his face. Jasper held eye contact as he reached for the photograph he had shared with Emmett and Carlisle days ago. Wordlessly he pushed it into her grasp, watching (y/n) study the woman with dilated pupils. “She looks like me.” 

“She does.” No further word left Jasper, unable to give room to the pain he felt, hoping that (y/n) wouldn’t run from him. 

“Tell me about her.” It felt like a joke, not understanding how (y/n) could focus on her rather than on the fact that he had told her about his age, about the life that was so different to hers. 

“She was my first love, I swore to marry her, but I was too late. She was dead before I could rescue her from the marriage she had been forced into.” Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes as her gaze flickered back down to the photograph. She traced the picture with her thumb, sharing the pain Jasper had carried deep inside of himself for decades. 

“When was that?” It was just a whisper, unable to speak with any more strength as tears began to roll down cheeks. Carefully Jasper wiped them away, softly smiling at (y/n), once again reminded of how caring she had been. 

“About one hundred and fifty years ago.” His words were followed by silence, a sillence so thick one could cut it with a knife. She didn’t move away, forced her teeth into her lower lip and kept staring at the picture. “I understand if you don’t believe me, it sounds insane, I know it does.”

“I need time to think about that.” A hum left Jasper, grateful that she hadn’t pushed him away till now. Slowly he tried to push her off his leg, set on leaving her apartment to give her enough time to think about the information he had just shared with her. “What are you doing, Jas?”

“Giving you time and space?” The confusion dripping from his words drew a chuckle out of (y/n). She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and kissed him again. This time their kiss grew heated rather quickly drawing moans and groans out of them as Jasper shifted them around. (Y/n) found herself pressed against her couch with Jasper hovering over her, not daring to part from her just yet. 

“Don’t leave me, even though I need to wrap my head around the fact that some supernatural stuff is going on around here. For tonight I just want you to hold me close, to make me yours. If you’ll have me.” A growl crawled through Jasper as she murmured the words against his lips. His hands did quick work on his shirt, pulling it over his head with hers following moments later.

“I hope you know that once I make you mine, I won’t ever let you go again. Eternity is a long time to spend together.” She was too distracted by his wandering touch to fully focus on his words, torn between the lust pushing through her and the exictement of feeling Jasper close. It was way too easy to guide her, to make her follow every command as he held her close, set on loving her through the night before he’d fuck her properly in the early morning hours. 

“Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want.” Her bra fell to the ground, exposing her naked chest to Jasper’s wandering eyes. He dipped his head down to suck on her hardening nipples, hands grabbing them with just enough force to leave her gasping. (Y/n) arched her front into his touch, eyes fluttering close as he kissed his way further down south. “I asked you to speak up, didn’t I? Be a good girl for me, otherwise I’ll stop touching you.”

“I want you everywhere, want your mouth, your cock.” A raspy chuckle left Jasper as his nimble fingers worked on her trousers, freeing her from them with her damp panties following. She felt like a goddess, a goddess Jasper now marvelled at with an exciting darkness laced in his gaze. His eyes flickered up to meet hers as he forced himself between her thighs, grateful for the big space her couch offered. 

His tongue ran over her arousal-covered folds, drawing high moans from her at the unexpected touch. Her bundle pulsed against his cold thumb, making her feel as if she was on fire, even though his cold hand offered the perfect contrast. (Y/n) choked on his name as he circled her clit, tongue dipping into her tightness with a satisfied groan leaving Jasper. 

He could stay between her thighs till morning rose, pushing her over the edge again and again, high on her taste, on the sounds rumbling through her. Not once had he experienced a longing this deep, wanting to hold her close till their end of time, needing to taste her at any given chance. 

“My god, Jas, you’re so good at that.” Jasper chuckled against her cunt, adding even more speed to the movements of his thumb, wanting to watch her cum on his tongue before he’d fuck her. It didn’t take long for (y/n)’s moans to grow breathy, clawing her fingernails into the fabric of her couch to hold on before she’d pass out from the intense sensation. “I’m so close, fuck, let me cum, please.”

“Let go, darlin’, cum for me.” Her first orgasm of the night clawed through her without another warning, ripping her into another dimension as Jasper supported her through it. The smile he wore on his lips was almost devilish, urged on by the chance of feasting from her. He watched her with curious eyes, waiting for her next movements, wondering where this night would lead them to. 

“Jas,” (y/n) panted his name. “I need you to fuck me now, let me feel you, all of you, I’m on the pill.” She watched him rise to his feet to shuffle out of his clothes, exposing his hard cock to her wide eyes. Her greedy hands pulled him down for a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself stuck to his tongue. She felt him brush the tip of his cock through her slit, giving her another chance to inhale a shaky breath before he pushed into her.

Both moaned in unison, clinging to one another as he twitched inside of her. Jasper started on a slow rhythm, allowing (y/n) to adjust to his size. Only as she clawed her fingernails into his shoulder, did Jasper’s thrusts grow more ferocious. Their bodies met with every thrust, letting the sounds echo through her apartment, followed by their moans. 

“You feel so good, darlin’, so fucking good.” He moaned against her lips, staring down at her with love and lust laced in his gaze. (Y/n) choked on her sobs, holding him close as her walls fluttered around him. 

Jasper pulled out of her without a warning, momentarily leaving her empty. He flipped her around, pressed her against the armrest of her couch before he pushed back into her from behind. He held her against his chest with one hand, while the other found her overstimulated clit, pushing her closer to the edge. 

They watched the rain pour from the sky as he fucked her breathless, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Jasper buried deep inside of her. She felt her orgasm about to rush through her again, tightening her grip on his forearm as she choked out his name. Jasper only groaned against the back of her neck, trying to keep himself from forcing his teeth into her skin right there and then. 

Both came with their bodies clinging to one another, with her heart racing, with sweat pooling on her forehead and his body shaking in excitement. Jasper stayed buried inside of her for a while, wordlessly holding her close to allow (y/n) to relax in his grasp. 

“If you always fuck like that, I think I can accept being in a relationship with something supernatural.” Breathy chuckles left him as he parted from her, picking her up to carry her towards her shower. He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, and at that moment he made a silent promise to himself and to her. 

This was another chance at their life together, finally allowing him to love her in another lifetime.

[ugotcooneycrossed]

i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else (but you)

lotte wubben-moy x reader

w/c: ~600

leah tries to set you up with girl, after girl- only to find out you've been in love lotte forever- oh and you're married

a/n: every time i hear anyone else but you by the moldy peaches i think of lotte😭

this is shorter than i would've liked but i think it ended perfectly

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“I just don’t get it- every time I try to set you up, you always say no, and it’s always some stupid reason, honestly it’s like you want to be alone.”

You laugh at Leah’s ridiculousness- the girl has draped herself over you, bugging you the umpteenth time about your dating life.

“Leah I’m perfectly fine not going on dates with the people you try to set me up with.”

“But I’m trying to help you! You’re so lonely it makes me sad.”  

Leah wipes away a fake tear- placing her hand over her heart, you roll your eyes in return- shoving her off your lap.

“Ouch… first off- I’m not lonely, for all you know I could be in a relationship, maybe that’s why I reject your candidates. Second off- I’m not lonely.”

“Are you?!”

Leah looks at you bewildered- mouth hanging open in shock, you stay silent.

“Are you not single?! Answer me!”

-

You have been in love with Lotte since you first met her at 17- I mean how could you not be.

She’s your everything. You’ve been through everything together.

You still remember nervously confessing your feelings one night during the U-17s world cup- you have Alessia and Ella to thank for that- both sick of you dreaming and talking about her, that they locked you in a supply closet until you confessed.

Lotte- stood smiling at you like an idiot the entire time, until you finished rambling, you refused to look at her in the eye, until you felt her hands grab yours.

“May I kiss you now?”

You’ve been together ever since.

Alessia and Tooney opened the door five minutes after that- you and Lotte had agreed to trick the two, with the intention that they would find out eventually. They never did.

And it wasn’t a secret per se- no one asked, so you didn’t tell.

-

You got married at 21- a week after Lotte had proposed to you.

You both decided to have it at a register office- funnily enough Tooney and Alessia were the witnesses, both finally finding out when they caught you out on a date night- before you could even speak, Ella placed her hand over her heart- swearing to secrecy.

-

More people found out after- slowly one, by one- you remember when Georgia found out- screaming at the top of her lungs at the back of the team bus.

Ellie flashed you a grin and a wink- a knowing smile on her face.

A few weeks later, Mary- less composed shoved her phone in your face, a blurry picture of you and Lotte holding hands on it. Demanding a confession.

Katie found out by walking in on the two of you and hasn’t let you live it down since- making kissy faces when your near each other.

All your friends but Leah- who was too focused on finding you someone in the first place she missed the fact that you were already taken.

-

You transferred to Arsenal shortly after you and Lotte got married, and Leah had decided to make you her best friend.

And as her best friend- she had dubbed herself your own personal cupid.

Three years later and still Leah didn’t know- which is surprising as literally everyone knew.

I mean you both proudly wear your wedding rings- taping over them for games.

The only way Leah would notice if you changed your last name and wore ‘Wubben-Moy’ on the back of your jersey.

-

“I can’t believe you’re in a relationship and didn’t tell me.”

“Lee it was so obvious- I mean everyone knows but you.”

Leah huffs at you- arms crossed against her chest.

“At least tell me who it is.”

Lotte chooses this moment to walk into the room- flashing you a grin as she moves to you quickly. She gently cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“What?! You’re dating Lotte?! Why didn’t I know!”

In sync, you flash Leah your left hands- matching wedding bands snuggly on your ring fingers.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 9

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I still can’t believe it, I never thought I’d be engaged to be married, ever considering my track record, But I guess the best things come when you least expect it to. Travis and his family coming into my life was definitely a blessing in disguise. There is no doubt I love my family but it’s a different feeling of love being accepted by your partner’s family. 

It’s been a few days since Travis proposed, the news outlets obviously already know and are spinning a bunch of theories every day. 

“They only got engaged because she’s pregnant”  “She gave him an ultimatum and that’s why he did it.”

Every day it’s something new, I know it is only because we have only been together a year but jeez, people get engaged after only being together for a few months, and a lot of the time those are the couples that are the happiest and stay together the longest. (In my opinion) Travis has been over the moon and telling pretty much anyone he can, even after a game in the press room, he finds any chance to bring it up, It is definitely the cutest thing to see him blushing on TV.  I even see it all over TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it and it’s there.

We have been getting calls, and texts all day. Some from friends and family others, news networks, talk shows, and everything. It has been crazy. Travis and I are both doing talk shows, not together but a few days apart.

"You think these go together?" Travis has been inside the closet for an hour trying to find an outfit when he goes on Jimmy Fallon tonight.

I look up from where I lay on the bed scrolling through Tiktok, he’s holding a black suit set. “Ohh, that would look so nice, especially with your gold jewelry,” I tell him he gives me a smile in response hanging the outfit on the side for later “You are one amazing woman, you know that?” he smiles at me once more.

We both head downstairs to film a new episode of New Heights with Jason. We settle in the chairs, pull the headphones on, and wait for Jason.

“Hello hello, family!” Jason somewhat yells. I laugh at the face he makes before Travis and Jason get into their announcements and sponsors.

“Now we have two special guests today, my awesome and beautiful wife Kylie and our awesome sister-in-law Y/n!” Jason announces loudly earning a weirded and shocked look from Kylie “Oh my” she mutters smirking at me through the camera, I try to hold in my laughter behind my hand, “gotta love Jason’s enthusiasm” I tell them laughing. We talk about a few topics before Jason brings up the big one “Okay, I waited long enough to bring it up, can we please talk about the proposal?” he asks.

I look to Travis for agreement, after a brief nod and encouraging smile “Well It was definitely a surprise I’ll tell you that, we had talked about it and I didn’t expect him to propose a few weeks after that talk.” I laugh. I turn and face Travis “You know it was perfectly timed, as someone who didn't really see themselves getting married, I knew the second we met that she was either gonna be my wife or I would never get married to anyone else unless it was her.” He replies looking at me after. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I dab under my eyes “I love you so much” I tell him giving him a quick soft kiss.

 We turn to see Jason and Kylie both smiling wide. Jason was sporting the proud big brother look “When Trav came to me and started talking to me about how he was planning all of this, for one, I was shocked cause, for one I’ve never seen him talk so passionately about someone or something as much as his car collection, so It was so cool to see him do that, and two, I was just excited to be able to watch it happen in front of my eyes.” Jason says before turning his attention to Kylie “what did you think?” he asks her. 

She smiles “I for one was kinda just like thank god, he finally asked her and now I have my sister-in-law” she laughs “When Jason told me the plans I was ecstatic, It feels good to see you both happy.” she says in response. We give them both fond smiles “Aww, see and my biggest fear was everyone thinking we were crazy for doing this too soon.” I laugh.

“If I never met you and your family I would have thought the same thing but everyone can clearly see you guys are in love and like Travis said if it feels right then it’s right and you gotta take that chance when It shows itself,” Jason tells us. We talk a bit more and we say goodbye to them.

An hour later

Travis and I are in our closet getting ready to head out for his interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon, Travis wearing the black suit ensemble and me wearing something similar. 

We pull into the studio already seeing paparazzi surrounding the entire sides of the entrance to the studio. I huff trying to mentally prepare for the swarm about to happen, Travis leans over grasping my hand in pulling it towards his face giving the tops of my hands a chaste kiss. “We got this, and always remember I got you, baby,” he reassured me. I nod my head. He leans forward and opens the car door, the camera lights flashing like crazy before it doubles when I also come out of the car, the driver shuts the door and Travis guides me protectively towards the door, pushing back over pushy paparazzi.

We finally make it inside the building and we are met by a studio rep, they guide us to where we need to be. We chill in the studio’s dressing room before we are guided over to the studio’s main stage and seating area. I give Travis a kiss before he heads back and I open the door to where the audience is and where my front-row seat is.

I hear gasps flow throughout the room I look up to see the audience staring at me in shock “Hi everyone” I wave to them shyly. I hear quick responses throughout the room and sit down in my seat where a couple of younger girls are. I give them a smile before I focus my attention on Jimmy walking out onto the stage and sitting behind his desk. “Okay, we are live, in three, two, one” I hear the camera director announce. “Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest, please welcome the man, the chief king and big yeti, Travis Kelce!” he announces theatrically before the crowd starts to yell out and Travis works his way to his seat “Hello hello” he waves to the audience, winking at me, I smile in response. 

They talk a bit about his games, and about the new documentary Jason has made coming out soon. “Okay, now we all know there is something big that needs to be talked about,” Jimmy smirks, Trav laughs rubbing his bearded chin and nodding “Yeah, I have a feeling I know” he laughs. Jimmy laughs “okay we all know you recently proposed to your now fiance Y/n L/n” the crowd starts clapping and hollering as Travis blushes “Yeah, I got her to say yes, thankfully” Travis jokes. Jimmy laughs “okay, so tell us how it happened, how did you do it?” he asks “Well, I had started planning all of it a few months ago and had the ring for a while, and I decided to set up a small park that we always went to and had her favorite flowers scattered on the ground with those tea light candles and then I did it.” he tells them cheesing big. 

The crowd awws and hollers “oh my, well that sounds amazing.” Jimmy compliments, “So of course I have to ask cause everyone was talking about how too soon it was, do you think you did it too soon?” he asks. Travis smiles shaking his head “no, absolutely not, I knew it was the right moment and me and her are big believers in if it feels right take that jump cause we see too many people lose those opportunities and I can’t lose her.” Travis tells them gaining soft coos from the audience.

Jimmy is smiling softly at him “you know, you are so right, and I just want to say congratulations to you and I know you guys are gonna do amazing, I wish I could tell y/n so please if you can pass that for me” Jimmy laughs, Travis nods smiling “actually one second” he hold a finger up before standing up and heading off the stage to the audience and holding his hand out for me to grab.

The crowd starts to yell as Travis guides me towards the seat closest to Jimmy. 

We smile at each other and pull each other into a hug “Oh my god, I can’t believe your here? It’s so cool to see you again.” He tells me I smile “It’s so good to see you too, I mean I’m gonna be here next week so” We laugh and sit down. “This is crazy, So congratulations, how are you feeling?” he asks “Thank you! And very very good, I could not be happier” I smile at him.

We sit and talk a bit more before the show ends and we say our goodbyes to Jimmy, the audience, and the production before we head home.

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"Stop flirting." "Then stop teasing." | Dieter Bravo x f!reader

word count: 2k

pairing: dieter bravo x fem!reader

summary: You're interviewing Dieter for his new movie, and no matter how many years you've been together - recently married too - he loves to flirt with you like the first time you've met.

warnings: age gap (reader is in late 20s, Dieter in his 50s but only mentioned once), Dieter flirting needs a warning, fluff, reader and Dieter are married, Dieters mind is pure smut who's surprised, allusions to smut, reader wears a dress and gets her nails done, use of the word "Daddy" like once (don't read it if you don't like it), use of nicknames (baby -like a hundred times, peach), also little disclaimer; I'm reading smut like my life depends on it but I've never properly written it so bare with me pls, not proofread

a/n: I saw a TikTok for this a while ago about Pedro (the account is pedritolovesu) and got super excited to write a little something for Dieter with it.. so have fun y'all

I'm a whore for age gaps, sorry not sorry

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the gif is by a7estrellas (I found it on Pinterest)

"First of all, thank you for your time, Dieter." You started the interview. "It’s my pleasure." He answered with his signature grin, his fingers playing with the ring on his finger.

"Tell me, what was your favorite part about filming the new Cliff Beasts movie?"

"Oh, there are a few," Dieter began to tell some stories from the set, stories you already knew about, because he had told you all of them right after they happened. Calling you late at night, during the day, or sometimes just right after you woke up. 

Interviewing Dieter was still something you found a little strange, but in a good way. 

It didn’t happen often, but when it did, work felt a little less like actual work. When Dieter was there, it was easier, and you instantly felt like you’re home again.

Today, it was just the two of you, no co-stars or other interviewers. Which also meant, no distractions from the looks Dieter gave you.

"Well, that sure sounds like a lot of fun." You smiled at him, when he had finished, "Oh it was." He grinned, but his eyes never left your lips once when he spoke. 

You tried to give him a warning look that said "stop it, concentrate", but you already knew it would do nothing to stop Dieter. 

The interview went on for a little longer, you asked him some fan questions you had gotten before the interview for him, which Dieter all answered perfectly. 

His flirting didn’t stop though. His eyes couldn’t stop wandering between your lips and your eyes, and the subtle winks weren’t as subtle as he thought. „Stop it, Bravo.“ You whispered in a short break, while the crew was angling the camera for another shot. 

"Stop teasing me and I might." He threw you an air kiss, jokingly, making you chuckle.

Not everyone knew that you were married to Dieter Bravo, although it was pretty obvious when you were in situations like this one. And your last name didn’t hide the fact either. 

Dieter managed to keep most of your relationship from the public. But of course the majority of people, especially his fans, knew. And there was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t want to hide anything. It was just nice to have some privacy then and there, so you didn’t make a big fuss about it.

The first time rumors had reached the media that Dieter Bravo was off the market, you had already been dating for almost a year. And the real shocker wasn’t the obvious age gap, with Dieter being twice your age, but the fact that he dated someone for longer than a month. 

"Sorry guys, the camera just stopped working, one second. Sorry, Dieter." Your camera man said all of a sudden. „Oh shit, okay.“ You nodded in surprise. "Yeah, no problem man." Dieter assured him. Not a second later, some of the crew was back around Dieter, to freshen him up. 

When he took something out of his pocket that suspiciously looked like the small box, he had his "drugs on the go" -how he liked to call them- in, you raised your eyebrows and shook your head, "No. Definitely not here". Dieter was down bad for you, and literally did anything that would please you, so to the obvious surprise of some crew members, he stuffed the box back into his pocket with a sigh. 

"Fine, fine."

"You know I don’t care, but not at work. Please?" you gave him your best pout, you knew he couldn’t say no to.

"Yeah, yeah okay, baby." Dieter looked up at the guy who was relatively new to the team that always surrounded Dieter.

What was his name again? He couldn’t remember.

"Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that the shit they say?" He shrugs and goes on, "I’ll do what my girl wants. No one can tell me shit, but you bet she can."

The expression on the guy’s face changed from surprised to confused and then surprised again, making you giggle quietly. "Oh, you’re married?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Dieter shot him a lopsided grin, "Heck yes, we are." Dieters eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. There was nothing that made you as happy as knowing you’re married to him, his drug problems aside, being Mrs. Bravo was so different to anything you had imagined as a little girl. And you loved it. 

"Alright, cameras are working again, guys." The camera man announced, and the crew quickly left the two of you alone again. 

As the interview went on, you asked Dieter some more questions about the new movie, how shooting under quarantine was for him - horrible, he had called you what feels like a hundred times a day, whining about being alone and horny- and if there were any new movies coming up with him. Dieter answered everything you wanted to know, giving the fans some insights into the film and little sneak peaks. One being a short scene, which was currently playing on a little screen next to you. Later on, the video would be seen during the interview clips, but the screen was for you to know when to go on with the interview. 

Dieter had other plans, though. He didn’t pay an ounce of attention to what was playing on the screen, his attention on your nails instead. 

"Did you get your nails done?" He asked, leaning forward to hold your hand and inspect your new set of nails. 

He had only seen you when he fell into bed, the night before. He didn’t usually come home as late as he did yesterday, but the press tour has really been "kicking his balls", to quote him. So you must have gotten them done either yesterday or today, there hasn’t been a time Dieter didn’t notice a new set of nails. Not once. 

"Yesterday, after work." You softly smiled, showing Dieter the nails. So he was right. "They match the ring." He gave you one of his cocky grins. "That was the intention." You grinned back at him. Neither of you had noticed that the video was long over, and the camera was back on the two of you. Faces inches apart and both of you with a stupidly content smile on your faces. "They look fucking amazing, baby." He said, almost whispering in awe. "Thank you, Dee." 

"Uhm, guys." someone from the crew cleared their throat. Your head shot up, and you quickly slid back into the position you had before.

"Oh my- sorry, sorry," 

Dieter leaned back in his chair and grinned at you, again. And as much as you wanted to keep professional, you had to smile at him too. 

"You should see her nails, they match our rings." Dieter said straight into one of the cameras, a cocky grin on his lips once again. You shook your head with a little giggle. So much for being professional. 

"So, back to the movie, as we could all see right now, it’s very promising." You went on, trying to act like you didn’t just want to grab Dieter’s hand and drag him to your car. Driving straight home, laying next to him in bed, nice and warm, cuddled up in his arms. 

Only a few more hours, you told yourself.

Dieter had to hold back like hell not to kiss you senseless in front of the crew members. He’s had a shit ton of media work today already, now that you were his last interview of the day -only some minor things to do afterwards- his mood has changed for the better, drastically.

He wanted to throw you over his shoulder -hell, he starts to think like a fucking caveman- carry you out of here and rip that fucking dress off of you. He’d even be fine with cuddling, anything that involved having you close to him. Although he wouldn’t quite be himself, if he wouldn’t also think about dragging you to the next empty room and fuck your brains out right now. 

Dieter was down bad for you, and -a thing he never thought was possible for him- it only got ‚worse‘ when the two of you got married. Calling you Mrs.Bravo for the first time had him almost come in his jeans. 

The interview was finally done, and you got up from your chair to get rid of all the mics and cables.

"Do you know when you’re coming home today?" You asked Dieter, back still turned to him, untangling a cable that got stuck in the chair somehow. "Hopefully fucking soon." He’s had enough of behaving, he desperately needed to feel you, even if it was just a quick kiss, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans. 

"You look fucking beautiful today, baby. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen." Dieter whispered in your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as he pressed your back against his chest. "Well, thank you, but I’m still working, you know." You chuckled, joking with him. You couldn’t care less that you were at work right now, and Dieter knew you well enough to know. 

"Yeah, working pretty hard, interviewing your husband in that tease of a dress, baby."

You grinned, the dress was one of his favorites, and it showed enough skin without being too exposing to wear it for work. 

"You know I fucking love it." He whispered, so only you could hear it. "Really? I had no idea, Bravo." You teased him with a grin, turning your head to see his face. 

You could feel his stubble on your cheek as he got even closer to your ear and pressed you tighter to his body. "Can you feel what you do to be, baby? I’ll rip that fucking dress up the second we’re home." His bulge was pressing against your lower back, and your body immediately reacted to it. 

"I thought you loved it? Wouldn’t wanna ruin it, would you?" You kept teasing him, feeling his grip on your waist tighten. "Don’t challenge me, baby."

"Or what?" You looked at him with a spark in your eyes. He nuzzled his nose in the nook between your neck and shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling, stopping a moan from escaping your lips. "Or I’ll take your cute ass to that storage room right now and let everyone hear how good your husband treats you." He said with a low groan, sending vibrations through your whole body, straight to your core.

It took you every inch of will power you had left, not to make a head start to that damn storage room down the hall. You could feel the wetness pool in your panties. 

Instead, you turned around in his embrace and slung your arms around his neck. Playing with the strands of his now almost salt and pepper hair, you got on your tiptoes, brushing his lips with your own. "I’ll be waiting for you at home, Daddy." It elected another groan out of Dieter, his eyes closed, probably imagining what he’d do to you later. 

You gave him another soft kiss, and caressed his cheek, running your finger down bis jawline. "I’d do something about that, if I were you." You smugly grinned at Dieter's noticeable bulge in his pants. "I’d be careful what to say, peach." He muttered into your ear. Oh, you couldn’t wait to get home.

Everyone had left the room by now, leaving the two of you behind. 

"I love you." you whispered, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. There was no more joking in your voice. No more teasing. 

"I love you too, baby." Dieter pressed his forehead against yours and his nose gently nudged against your own. "I love you." He repeated and closed the little gap between you. You smiled into the kiss, letting your hands wander from his soft tummy to his back.

"I can’t fucking wait to get home." Dieter grunted out between kisses. 

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part 0.4. SEE YOU TOMORROW

NOW PLAYING . . . coward by matt maltese

he wasn’t actually mad about losing the game. he felt a little proud, seeing how well she still played after all these years. she still reacted as quickly as always, receiving steadily and perfectly. and perhaps he had gone a little easy on her. he’d never admit it himself, and he knew not to make it obvious. he still adapted himself to bokuto’s habits and met kuroo face on in blocks.

which is why he couldn’t understand what the two were quietly talking about far away on the other side of the net. he knew kuroo had been up to something all day, he hadn’t tried to hide it at all.

he didn’t know what they were planning but his feet carried him towards them nonetheless. as he approached, the two began hitting each other on the shoulders, hushing the other. oikawa couldn’t be less bothered, if they wanted to keep it a secret he wasn’t going to say anything about it. “i’m still not over the fact that you guys got me to come all the way over here only to never put me on the same team as her.”

kuroo wore the same stupid grin as always, shrugging his shoulders, “what can i say? i told you bokuto cries if he doesn’t have someone set to him,” the ace in question looked at his friend, mouth agape. 

“i do not!” he cut in.

“you were going to convince akaashi to stay if oikawa hadn’t. don’t try and pretend, i’m just being honest,” kuroo raised his hands in surrender, “you guys made a good team anyway.”

oikawa crossed his arms, pretending to be upset, “and yet we still lost.”

“hey, don’t blame me if a middle blocker and libero can play better than an ace and a setter, as y/n put it.”

he found that his eyes immediately trailed back to her at the mention of her name. she was currently laying on her side on the floor a few feet away, typing away on her phone.

he and kuroo had been plotting this all day. everything today had lined up for this moment. this was bokuto’s one chance to play cupid and he was not going to pass up on it. 

y/n and oikawa had both been nice enough to offer walking him back to his bus before they found their own, which was also part of the plan.

they all had been making light small talk as they walked, and now they were nearing his stop. this was the time.

“i had a lot of fun with you guys today, even if i lost! and oikawa i’m really glad you came despite it being really random, i’ve wanted to play with you again after that first match we had against each other. and i’m glad i got to know you better, especially after i was added to that group chat when i found out who you liked–” he could see the setter’s eyes get wider with every word.

there was a small pause of silence, y/n opened her mouth to say something but then stopped herself.

“oh. yeah,” oikawa managed to pull himself together a few beats later, "i’m glad i came too.” he had placed a hand on the back of his neck, eyes looking towards the ground as they came to a stop.

“thank you for walking me back! i’ll see you guys later,” the ace waved, leaving the two in silence.

oikawa was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t move for a second. it was so silent she must have been doing the same. but then she nudged him, tilting her head back towards the way they had come. “we’ve gotta get back before our bus leaves,” she said. her face revealed nothing about what she just heard. 

he wasn’t even sure what to say. this is why he needed iwaizumi, or just someone to fall back on. he wasn’t good at expressing his own feelings, especially when he was alone with the girl who was the source of it all. sure, he could flirt with any random girl, but that was because he didn’t feel anything for them. he didn’t have to think about what he said, except for when it came to her.

“yeah,” he mumbled, following her lead. should he even bring it up? or not even mention it? then she would think he was purposely hiding the fact from her. which he was, but for good reason– it was taking everything in him not to pull out his phone and furiously text iwa.

once they reached their bus, he followed her on. she took the window seat while he slid in next to her. he tried to look at her but she wouldn’t turn her head towards him. her voice was almost drowned out by the bus starting up, the shelves above them shaking as they began to move.

“so,” then she looked at him, she had a small, teasing smile on her face but he couldn’t tell if it was real, “are you going to tell your best friend of 10 years about this girl you like?”

at the question, his eyes flicked down to her lips before he caught himself. it was second nature, but he needed to compose himself or she’d piece it together. he couldn’t do that. this had been his same dilemma for years; she just called herself his best friend and maybe she wanted to be nothing else.

“i–” he tried to answer. he would have made it worse if he paused to respond but he didn't know what to say.

right now wouldn’t be a bad time to confess. sure, it was a rickety bus, but it was kind of romantic. they were sitting next to each other, she was looking at him, and he was looking at her. he could see her reflection in the window behind her. the sky looked nice. it would be a nice moment. he could do it–

“i can’t tell you.” 

that was not what he wanted to say.

if she felt anything she didn’t let her face show it. she only nodded, “fair. don’t worry, i won’t push you to tell me or anything.”

“sorry,” he couldn’t do this any longer, he looked away to stare at his hands in his lap. “i just don’t want it to get out, you know? somehow bokuto found out which is crazy enough and i don’t know how.”

yes he did. what a liar he was. he had a whole group chat dedicated to this problem. 

if iwa was here right now oikawa would be dead. he could already feel how disappointed iwa would be when he would have to tell him what went down later tonight. if he was here, he’d be telling oikawa how he was making everything worse with every word. but iwa wasn’t here and oikawa had no idea how to handle this. 

“yeah, i get it. you’re fine,” she assured him.

they both slightly lurched forward as the bus came to a stop.

“i’ll walk you home,” he tried not to say it too quick or eagerly. at least he could do this right.

“are you sure? it’s cold and you must be tired,” she gave him a worried look. 

the things he would do to be able to express his feelings that were eating him up from the inside. his heart felt like it twisted itself every time under her gaze.

“y/n we live like two streets away. i can spare a few minutes to make sure you get home safe,” he said with a small smile. he stood up, offering his hand for her to take as she got up as well.

she was looking away, her hair had fallen to cover the sides of her face. her face had warmed from behind them, but he didn’t know that. she could only describe how she felt at the moment as nauseous. he went from basically rejecting her to insisting that he walk her home and offering his hand. 

once they had stepped off the bus, she kept waiting for him to let go of her hand but he didn’t. the walk from the bus to her home wasn’t long, and they reached her house in a few minutes. 

“thanks for walking me home, and playing volleyball with us,” she said, facing him as she stood on her doorstep.

“anytime, y/n,” he gave her a smile and she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. she didn’t really know where they went from this; if she would be able to control or hide her feelings anymore. especially if he liked someone. she didn’t know how she would handle it. she was so confused at the world, which had seemed to make them revolve around each other. it was like gravity pulled them close together, but never close enough to touch. 

she hugged him because she could do nothing else. her arms wrapped around him, her face buried into his shirt, and he returned the hug just as quickly. 

that seemed to ease the tightness in her chest, and in his too. he tried to quietly let out the breath he had been holding in, trying not to make it obvious how much her touch had calmed him.

too quickly for his liking, she pulled away. “see you tomorrow?” she said.

“see you tomorrow.”

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extras <3

haji is mother <3

as soon as shoyo and suga saw yn's tweet suga had already texted shoyo that they were going to see her

kiyoko found them when they came out of the gas station with three bags of food

makki and mattsun brought a few snacks but girls nights are always superior

bokuto is always so energetic typos in his texts are guaranteed

he was also so worried he messed everything up he had to get assurance from iwa and kuroo </3

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under the mistletoe

pairing: kim jiwoong x fem!reader

genre: best friends to lovers

in which: you and jiwoong both try to catch each other under the mistletoe

warnings !! - lowercase intended, kisses, wine

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you and jiwoong met in university, you both studied the same major and quickly became friends. you often hung out with each other which caused the two of you to have a strong bond despite knowing one another for only a few years.

it would be a lie to say that jiwoong hasn't made you feel anything towards him in those few years. he was an attractive man with a great personality which honestly checked all the boxes. he always put you first and made sure you were okay and comfortable in any situation he could. he truly was all you could ever ask for and more.

so this year you decided to do something about your feelings for him.

you had the perfect plan. both of you decided to spend christmas together at your apartment so you made sure to buy a hefty supply of mistletoe and try to stand under it with him.

you ordered the mistletoe and carefully planted it at practically every doorway of your apartment before he arrived at your place.

you managed to set up a gorgeous dinner for the both of you in your small cosy apartment, candlelight beings the only source of light along with your fairy lights and the set table on which stood a beautiful bouquet, and you hoped that he would appreciate what you have organized. you got ready and perfected the flowers on the table.

just as you were away to reach for the mulled wine which just finished heating on the stove you heard a knock.

"come in!" you shouted from the kitchen. you heard the door open and soon jiwoong walked into your kitchen in a white dress shirt and black slacks, a matching blazer hung from his shoulder. in his hands a small gift bag which he left under the tree next to your gift for him before walking over to you.

you felt the butterflies in your stomach as you turned off the stove and embraced him.

"merry christmas ji," you said into the embrace

"same to you y/n. you look amazing," he unwrapped himself from you and moved to help you with the wine claiming he doesn't want you to burn yourself while handling the hot beverage.

after pouring the wine into glasses he picked them up, headed over to the table and placed them down.

"sit, i'll get the food" he said with a warm smile and moved to pull out your seat.

"no, it's okay. you're my guest, i should be serving you, not the other way around." you waved your hands frantically but he just walked towards you with a smile.

"you’re so cute” he whispered under his breath “let's go together then, yeah?" he said and grabbed your hand in his. it was soft and warm and embraced your own so perfectly.

you were too occupied with the feeling of his hand in yours that you forgot to mention the small sprig of mistletoe above the kitchen door. he grabbed some of the food that was layed out on the counter while you took what was left back to the table.

the two of you sat down and started to eat.

"this tastes increduble y/n" he said as he took a bite of the food you prepared.

"thank you ji," you felt yourself blush slightly and were thankful for the the limited light that was iluminating your face.

“you know” he started “ i think we should get to the gifts soon. i cant wait for you to see what i got you” he smiled and took another bite of food.

“i think so too” you said and took a sip of the warm wine.

you both finished off the rest of the food and after some other conversations and laughter jiwoong got up to use the bathroom.

“i’ll be back in one second, go wait by the tree” he said softly. you nodded and went over to the sofa before you remembered that’s you had a few christmas snacks and cookies ready for later on (now) so you left the glasses of wine on the coffee table and got up to go to the kitchen.

just as you stepped foot in the kitchen and started picking out the snacks jiwoong left the bathroom. he saw that the dishes were still left out on the table and decided to take them in for you. so, being the amazing person he is, he grabbed the dishes and headed towards the kitchen.

as you were leaving the kitchen, arms full of snacks, jiwoong was walking in with the dishes from the table. you bumped into him seeing as you didn’t notice him due to your full arms.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you” you said quickly. you notice a bit of icing that was left on his shirt from one of the cookies you were taking through. “oh no your shirt! wait here” you ran back to the kitchen and left the snacks on the counter. you grab a cloth and wet it under the tap before rushing back over to jiwoong. you take the dishes from him and put them on the counter. “i’m sorry ji i didn’t mean to ruin your shirt” you say as you start wiping at the bright green stain.

“hey it’s okay” he said and grabbed your wrist. you looked up at him and started into his shining eyes. he looked back into your eyes before his eyes flickered to your lips. before you could say anything he looked up, you followed after him and saw the small sprig of mistletoe you planted on the doorway hours prior.

“jiwoong..” as you looked back down you noticed he was already staring at you. “i- we don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him pressing his lips against yours so softly you thought you were imagining it and yet you pressed your lips back to his just seconds later with so much force and passion all he could do was wrap one arm around your waist and bring his hand to cup your face. it was as if time had stopped and sped up at the same time. you wanted to stay in this moment forever and yet you both pulled away breathless and with glossy lips.

“i guess my gift to you was pointless” he says. you give him a confused look before he laughs and pulls you over to the christmas tree. he picks up the small gift bag and pulls out a small sprig of mistletoe while looking at you with a wide smile.

“you are such a dork” you said with a laugh while taking the mistletoe from him.

“yeah but i’m your dork” he said “if you’ll have me of course”

“hmm” you pretend to think before holding the mistletoe above the two of you. “i will” you said and pulled him into another kiss which had both of you smiling into it. you were sure that mistletoe will become a new, meaningful tradition for the both of you.

~~~

a/n: hi my lovelies !!! i’m back after literally all year i’m sorry 😭😭 i hope you guys enjoy this series please feel free to reblog like and comment and also send in some of your own asks !!! love you all please look forward to the next part !!!

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[stevesbipanic]

Steve had always needed glasses.

When he was younger hisnyees weren't that bad but the optometrist had told them they would get worse as he got older. His father heard that as doesn't need them yet. His father thought people who wore glasses were weak. Steve imagined his father was quite the bully growing up and probably pushed around nerds like Steve would later do. Steve's father had told him that he wouldn't be weak, he was a Harrington after all.

The problem with not wearing glasses when you probably should be is certain things become more difficult. Things like being able to read the chalkboard perfectly fine but not the textbook in front of you. Having to squint slightly to recognise people beside you. Getting a headache when he squinted for too long.

By the time he was in high school he was falling behind after scrapping C's. Luckily for him his parents weren't around much anymore. So he got himself glasses. He didn't wear them outside of course, still afraid of his father. But at least at home he could read the chapters they'd covered in class, he could write his notes and write his assignments more legibly. One of his teachers almost failed him for cheating since his handwriting had gotten better.

Several concussions later, Steve's vision was much worse than predicted for the twenty year old. His parents weren't coming back and by now he really didn't care. So he started to wear his glasses more.

The kids didn't seem to care much, Max especially liked another member of the group wearing glasses. Robin cracked a joke that she always knew there was a bit of dweeb inside him. Nancy said they made him look distinguished. Steve had been worried about Eddie's reaction however.

The two boys had only been dating a few months and Steve didn't want to give Eddie any reason to leave. He'd wear the glasses on his drive to the trailer and let Eddie drive if they went anywhere together. He enjoyed Eddie reading to him instead of reading the book himself. He knew where most things were in the kitchen by now that he didn't need his glasses to make breakfast. He'd show Eddie eventually, he just wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer.

Steve had been sick for a week. A harsh cold that he'd caught after looking after half the kids earlier who'd gotten it too. Eddie had made him soup, glad to finally return the favour after Steve had looked after him after the Upside Down. He had his own set of keys to Steve's house by now so he let himself in and heated up the soup.

"Stevie, sweetheart? I made you some soup, baby." Eddie had said softly pushing open Steve's bedroom door.

Steve had been curled up in bed reading one of Eddie's books he'd left there, feeling comforted by Eddie even if he wasn't there. When Steve looked up, Eddie saw the glasses on his face and Steve's eyes widened.

"Aw Stevie what's this? Didn't know colds made pretty boys cuter."

Steve blushed pushing the glasses further up his nose.

"You don't think they make me look weak or weird?"

Eddie placed the soup down and climbed into bed with Steve, cold be damned.

"Stevie, of course not, I think you look cute covered in blood, glasses aren't gonna change that. Who's been saying things like that, the kids?"

"No, my father, I've needed them since I was a kid but he wouldn't let me have them."

Eddie mentally added that to the list of reasons he was going to kill Steve's parents if they ever came back but for now he had a boyfriend to comfort.

"I think they make you look strong and beautiful, love."

"Could you read to me? I can see the words fine now but I like it better when you do it with the voices."

"Of course, sweetheart."

The boys got comfortable and Eddie read until they both fell into a deep sleep. Steve was happy to wear his glasses all the time now, he had plenty of beautiful things to look at after all.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is over 600 hundred years old, he’s got a ton of trauma that he never knew how to deal with until he learns about something in the early 2000’s…. Age regression. Hob didn’t have a childhood in the traditional sense so the idea of going to back to a childlike mind set fascinated him, but now he can’t exactly control when it happens. Whenever he gets stressed out his mind instantly goes to it, which had caused some problems especially after his stranger, Dream came back into his life. Hob had to pretend, hide his stuffed ducky and paci whenever Dream came over. He had to control his mind if anything vaguely distressing came up. This of course became an even BIGGER problem once him and Dream got together, they started sleeping in the same bed (well Hob slept anyway) and his ducky hadn’t seen the light in many weeks. Everything was going great until Dream asks a question. “Hob dear…are you pregnant?” Dream asks one day laying his head in Hob’s lap as the bigger man was reading a book. All this got was a book dropped on his face. “Oh dream I’m so sorry are you alright? You just um startled me with the question,” Dream of course was fine no mere mortal book could pose any threat to him, although under the cover of darkness he would admit his nose hurt a little.

“I am perfectly fine, Hob Gadling. But you have not answered my question.”

“Dream…I don’t know how to tell you this but I don’t exactly have the parts to get pregnant.”

“hmm,” Dream pondered, “how strange” he said laying back in Hob’s lap.

“wait wait wait hang on..why you’d think i was pregnant?”

“you dream of nurseries, baby bottles, stuffed animals…I don’t mean to look into your dreams but when we were in such close proximity it just happened I’m very sorry for invading your privacy,”

“was it a duck?” “Pardon?”

“the stuffed animal was it a duck?” Dream only nods in response.

it takes Hob a few more weeks to actually tell Dream what that meant. His Dreams had become more frequent and Dream was learning things but he wasn’t sure how to apply them. This was of course until Hob was mid panic attack and Dream somehow knew the duck was in the closet. “Hob…hob look at me,”

he looks up from his position on the floor barely able to breathe.

“I found a friend who really wants to talk to you,” Dream pulls out the duck from behind him and Hob immediately snatches it, seeming to calm down immensely. Dream didn’t ask questions that night, only comforted Hob, that however does not stop him from asking questions later. “You are not with child,”

Hob chuckles stirring his soup. “I know that love,”

“You are the child,”

Hob drops his spoon, he wants to run he wants his ducky, but he has to stay strong and deny everything.

“I am 600 years old I’m less of a child than your average person,”

Dream walks over to him and cradles Hob’s face in his hand.

“Hob…darling.”

He can’t look at Dream, he can’t.

“I’m not going to judge you, I merely wish to help you,”

Hob sighs and tells Dream everything. it’s a slow process after that, Hob formally introduces Dream to Ducky and shows him the pacifier after that, those being his only two items, Dream intended to change that. And after a few weeks a…dynamic began to emerge. And a year and a half later this is where our story unfolds.

Hob had a bad day, dream can sense it a dark cloud had entered the New Inn and it was quickly coming up the stairs, Dream wasn’t quite sure if Hob needed his other moniker today he would wait until the other man told him. Hob taught a lesson on the 1600’s because of his class schedule he technically taught it three times, he hated his unit on the 1600’s but someone had to do it. He was dropping fast he had to get upstairs, everyone knew not to speak to Mr. Gadling when he got in a bad mood because he usually didn’t talk back and looked like he didn’t understand what you were saying.

When he gets up there, the doors unlocked. Dream knows, little Hob has such trouble with locks. He opens the door and there stands Dream with a look of such openness and sympathy Hob knows he definitely knows. “D-d-da daddy,” Hob manages to choke out crying. Oh he definitely needed Dream’s other D moniker today. Dream swoops Hob into a hug, after so much time he was a professional at this. He holds Hob’s face in his hands. “Tell me what you need little one,”

“h-hungry”

Dream knew, he had known Hob was doing lectures on the 1600’s he would feel his hunger more acutely. He had prepared for this. He holds him close, petting his hair. “oh my poor baby is hungry, that just won’t do, why don’t we get dressed for a night in, and Daddy will get your bottle off the stove, how’s that little one?” Hob only nods, letting Dream hold his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Getting dress for a night in meant Hob’s little pajamas made of the softest and most comfortable Dreamstuff of course. Soon Dream heard the ding of the stove as he was settling Hob in bed. “Now my darling boy, you stay right here while Daddy goes and gets your bottle,” Hob looks hesitantly off to the side. “What’s wrong, hob?” “D-ducky,”

that’s what Dream had forgot! He summoned Ducky from his corner in the closet and handed him to Hob.

“Ducky!” Hob was delighted and held on to his bird companion close

Dream chuckled and went to fetch Hob his bottle. When he returned it seemed as if Hob was animatedly telling Ducky about his day, it was mostly baby babble that Dream didn’t understand, but Ducky could, Ducky always understood. Dream quietly knocked on the door so as to not startle Hob.

“Hobbit, Daddy’s got your bottle,” 

Hob looked up and squealed in delight at Dream’s presence or at the presence of food, Dream wasn’t sure, it didn’t matter anyhow all that mattered was that Hob was happy.

Dream came up to Hob’s side of the bed.

“Dweam!” 

“Yes Hob Dream is here,”

He goes to hand Hob the bottle but strangely Hob only looks at it. 

“Oh, is someone really little? Can Daddy hop into bed with you?”

Hob nods and Dream slides into next to him. 

“Do you want me to feed you?”

Hob nodded eagerly, he must have been very young to be almost nonverbal.

Dream maneuvered the both of them until Hob was in Dream’s lap. 

He held the bottle up and Hob drank down almost greedily.

“Slow down little one you don’t want to upset your tummy, my, my, someone was hungry, wasn’t he?” 

Dream fed Hob and rocked him back and forth as he cuddled Ducky.

“You’re my good, brave little boy. You did so well today. Now it’s time for daddy to take care of you,” 

Once Hob had finished his bottle Dream fed him some sugar coated strawberries to get some solid food in him. 

“Full”

“Oh good boy, thank you for telling Daddy.”

Dream put away the strawberries and rubbed Hob’s little tummy.

Sometimes when Hob was little Dream would park him in front of the tv, this was usually on the weekends when Hob regressed more to decompress than anything else. Little Hob was obsessed with cartoons, he’d sit for hours unmoving fascinated by the moving pictures, Dream started diapering him after one too many accidents. But Hob didn’t need that right now. Right now he needed his Daddy. 

“Alright baby boy, do you want daddy to tell you a story?”

After that he had fallen asleep in Dream’s arms. 

Although there are pit falls when this happens…

—————————

The next morning…. 

Dream was in the kitchen preparing some tea waiting for Hob to wake up, he never woke up regressed so this was bound to be entertaining. 

“Aw fuck I did it again, we’re really in it now, Ducky,” he could hear Hob mutter from the bedroom.

“Dream,” he called from the bedroom.

“Yes darling?”

“I uh… wet…my ……protection,”

Dream chuckled, he always did.

“Do you need Daddy’s help?” Dream teased. 

“What! No no I got it I’ll just do it myself, I’m a grown man thank you very much,”

Dream chuckled and headed for the bedroom, he never in fact did it himself.

-🦎

So I have little to no experience with writing age regression BUT I'm absolutely fascinated and delighted by the concept! And let me tell you, age regression + Hob made me absolutely melt. I feel like I could really get into what an amazing way this would be for him to cope with immortality (because while it is a gift, it causes significant strain on him) but mostly I just want to appreciate how cute this is!!! Hob and Ducky melted my heart, he's such a sweet boy and I'm so glad Dream will be taking good care of him from now on!! The whole thing about him being extra hungry when he's little just made my whole chest clench up - give that baby his bottle!!!!!

Also love fully grown Hob at the end and how they're teasing each other, loving each other, accepting each other. No real embarrassment, because Hob knows that he's loved and cared for! Plus him still talking to Ducky absolutely cracked me up.

I would definitely love to see more of this kind of thing in the dreamling-sphere! Thank you so much for sharing this adorable little ficlet.

[mrtequilasunset]

The phenomenon of young Revacholian metalheads venturing out to the Porch Collapses (coined 'porch sitting') for the sake of proving how 'hardcore' they were started sometime in the late summer of '13 by a (then) Corpsemetal band called Timor (meaning Fear).

Fronted by 22-year-old Tobias Hawthorne, the band struggled to find any real renown, even amongst the Metal Underground. Reports of the events that took place during the early days of their arrival are based heavily on speculation, but it's believed that the group (Consisting of Hawthorne, Beauchamp "Beck" Waters, Antonio "Tony" Zaldivar, and Edgar Laaksonen) arrived to an unspecified porch sometime during September of '13 and set up camp. Though they had spent much time flaunting the plans of their endeavor to members of their circle, they had not actually told anyone exactly where they were going, for fear they might be followed by law enforcement or someone hoping to piggyback off their innovation. The four young men took only a medium sized petrol generator, one week's worth of food and clothes, two small tents, one pot, two microphones, a small mixing table with headphones, four sleeping bags, and minimal cold weather gear with them.

They claimed it would only be a brief week-long endeavor, but it took nearly a month and a half before an emaciated Laaksonen arrived back home as the only surviving member of the four piece. With very little of his memory still intact, and palesickness leaving him bedridden and decomposing from the inside out, getting the story of what had happened from the young man was an incredibly difficult endeavor. Despite this, across the few interviews that the family allowed to take place, as well as testimony from people at his bedside, the following recount of events was pieced together.

Upon their arrival, the band had set up their modest camp with the intention of capturing Pale Frequencies using one of the microphones and the mixing table, but being ill prepared to handle such proximity to the entity, they began to notice symptoms of palesickness within the first day. Nausea, headaches, and fatigue were the first, but seemed manageable, so they continued on with what they had set out to do.

It was in their minds that they were creating a new genre of metal, which they coined PaleMetal. It was set to be their claim to fame, a goal they hoped would award them with reverence, to be pioneers of a brand new sound, and, at first, it seemed they were succeeding. Only one of the mics they had brought was sophisticated enough to capture the frequencies, and Waters had been put in charge of mixing them with the demos they had recorded prior to their departure. Entroponeticists believed that being the sole person in charge of listening to and analyzing these frequencies on a near-constant basis played a heavy hand in the deterioration of his mind. As the days crawled on, Waters began to exhibit symptoms of minor fever psychosis. Laaksonen recalls hearing him have fully fledged conversations with himself, often staying up into the late hours of the night just listening to the recordings on loop. He told of an encounter the two had where Waters believed himself to be a Graadian woman. "[He] spoke the language and everything," Laaksonen claimed. "Put on this weepy little voice— couldn't remember who I was. And then, three hours later, perfectly fine".

Meanwhile, the rest of the band began to experience symptoms of their own. Hawthorne had become fixated on the microphone. Nearly every waking moment was spent out near the edge of the porch, clutching the small metallic device and holding it out towards the pale in hopes of capturing more. Every time he went out, he moved closer, soaking up more radiation. "It was as if he was waiting for something. Like he expected something to happen—I don't know what it could have possibly been. He was an entirely different person every time he came back". Laaksonen notes that physically, the man began to change as well. What started as a tall, well-built man was swiftly becoming something more akin to a shambling corpse, and every time he returned, he would have more frequencies to feed the mixing table. More frequencies to feed to Waters. 

It had become a sick cycle, but battling their own ailments, Zaldivar and Laaksonen could do little more than watch on. Rarely ever did they leave their tent, and their week-long endeavor quickly turned into two, then three. Food went mostly uneaten due to a lack of appetite, and dehydration was near constant. Their bodies had begun to show physical evidence of deterioration. Gaunt faces, sunken eyes, and pallor, along with the rapid decline in muscle mass, had made it clear that something was very wrong, and yet Laaksonen describes an almost euphoric sort of trance that snuffed any desire to leave. "It was strange," He states. "It almost felt like we were already dead. The sort of peace you find when the end is almost near and there's nothing to be done. Like, a sort of acceptance that this is where we should be for the rest of eternity, that the rest of Elysium doesn't exist for us anymore".

With self-preservation taking a backseat, the boys' physical and mental wellbeing continued its staggering nosedive until one fateful morning, when Laaksonen recalls waking to the sounds of arguing outside him and Zaldivar's tent. Upon unzipping the flap to the outside, they were met with a scuffle between Waters and Hawthorne. It is unknown who started it or why, but at some point, Waters managed to fish a switchblade from the pocket of his jeans as he was pinned to the ground. It's estimated he landed around fifteen stab wounds to Hawthorne's neck and torso before the larger man collapsed, dead. 

Waters, still in a state of psychosis and adrenaline, then took off into the pale. "I remember before he left, he sort of sat there crouched over the body for a minute, and then he looked at me with these big, white eyes. He just stared for- god- I don't even know how long, and then he just got up and took off. It was crazy, too, the way he disappeared. It's like he was there and then just... gone. Like the mist swallowed him." [Laaksonen pauses and takes a breath. His head turns to gaze out the window of his hospital room]. "Those eyes, though... I'll never forget them. There was nothing behind them. It's like he wasn't a person anymore." 

It seemed as if that encounter had been a wake-up call for the remaining band members, who gathered what they could (namely, both the mixed and unmixed recordings) into a single backpack. The MC they had used for the journey there had refused to start, so there was no choice but to make the trek on foot. Zaldivar made it through less than a day before collapsing, and it wasn't until two days later that Laaksonen was picked up by a Lorryman who recognized the symptoms of palesickness and gave him a ride to the nearest medical center.

Despite the combined efforts of many experts, Laaksonen passed away a little over two months after he was found. The damage done to his internal organs and tissues was too great to be reversed. His body was donated to an entroponetics institute to better study the effects of the Pale on the human body.

Before his death, he released the final mixes of the recordings under the band's label as the new genre Pale Metal. Despite no evidence that copies of the tracks cause adverse health effects, many still believe the recordings to be cursed, and most record shops won't even carry the EP in their stock. Copies have been known to circulate on the black market, often selling for several thousand Reál. The original tapes were given to the Waters family, who refuse to release them to authorities even to this day.

Despite the story of Timor becoming infamous amongst metal communities, it still sparked a trend of young people venturing out to the fringes where land meets pale, in search of experiencing it for themselves, as well as some wanting to create their own "True Revacholian Pale Metal". Very few who depart for the porches ever return, and the RCM (as well as other authorities) will refuse to open missing persons cases for anyone even possibly suspected of being affiliated with the PaleMetal scene. The official statement is that they "refuse to risk the health and safety of their officers by deliberately subjecting them to Pale radiation". Unofficially, it's believed they don't have the funding, manpower, or desire to go looking for "masochistic long-hair freaks". Those who do return often gain renown in metal circles for their bravery but still find themselves living with long-term health effects.

The practice of Porch Sitting has mostly died out, and PaleMetal is still considered one of the most taboo subgenres of metal, though plenty of diehard metalheads still listen from the safety of their own homes. Some bands still pop up every now and again, trying to recreate the sound. As of '51, it's estimated that nearly 3,500 people have disappeared due to this phenomenon.

[modelbus]

hii! for your 500 followers event i was wondering if i could request wilbur with coworkers to lovers and fake dating? congrats on 500 <3

It’s kind of like I just did a part two to the previous request for the event… :D Thank you!!

This is the last request for the event, thank you all for sending in the requests! I really enjoyed doing them all <3

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Coworkers to Lovers - Fake Dating

“You know, I’m always surprised you still don’t have a special someone.”

You give a tight-lipped smile to Shannon, one of your many cat-lady coworkers. She’s really one to talk, seeing as the closest thing to a boyfriend she has is her cat, Ferdinand.

Really, you’re just trying to go home. Apparently not having a partner to pick you up was a crime in this building.

“I could always set you up with my vet’s son. He’s around your age I think.”

This is the fifth fucking time she’s tried setting you up with the same guy. The first time was nice, just like the first time she bothered you about your dating life. Seven months later? Not so nice.

You didn’t want to be an asshole and make work awkward though, so you just haven’t told her to stop. She’s a cat lady, it shouldn’t bother you so much.

Yet it does.

There’s nobody. Hell, there’s been nobody for years! Your dating life is nonexistent! And for some reason it’s exactly what all your coworkers decide to talk about with you. All of them except Wilbur, thank God.

“No thanks, I-“

“Have a boyfriend.” Wilbur interrupts. A warm weight settles around your shoulders: his stupid trench coat. “Here, I know you forgot your coat.”

You mutely slip it on. It’s definitely his stupid coat, and that was definitely his voice saying those things, so you have to be having a vivid hallucination. There’s no way he just lied and said he was your boyfriend.

“You two are dating?! And you didn’t tell me?!”

Okay, so you’re not hallucinating. You’ve just slipped into an alternate universe.

“We were worried about the fact we work together. Don’t tell, okay?” Wilbur grins, grabbing your hand.

“Oh, I wouldn’t.” Shannon assures you both. “I’m so happy for you two though! Enjoy your walk home!”

“We will. Come on, let’s get you home before it’s too dark out.”

You let Wilbur tug you along, not even remembering to grab your bag until it’s already in Wilbur’s hands. Although you were saved from Shannon, this just didn’t feel real.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you say something about halfway down the street.

“What the fuck just happened?” You ask.

Wilbur drops your hand but doesn’t return your bag or take back his coat. “I just saved you from Shannon. She’s a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?”

“I mean, yeah, but why’d you pretend to be dating me?”

“To save you.”

He’s acting like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like friends pretend to date each other all the time.

“Wil, you realize we have to keep pretending, right? She’ll know if we suddenly break up after telling her. And not to mention we might get in trouble because we work together!”

It seemed perfectly logical that Wilbur just majorly fucked up.

“It’ll be fine. We can fake break up in a few months or something. That way the cat ladies won’t bug either of us about being single. Nobody but the cat ladies have to know. It’ll be fun!”

You sigh, but not being harassed by the cat ladies would be nice. The motion of your rising and falling shoulders makes you remember the coat you still have on.

"Oh, sorry, I still have your coat-"

"Keep it on. Your dumbass will catch a cold."

Hurtful but true, you keep the coat on.

“You know she’s going to tell everyone?” You ask, referring to Shannon.

“Oh absolutely.”

-

"Hey, love. Did you like the flowers?" Wilbur's grinning when he asks it, and you're tempted to tell him no. Just to see what would happen. But he already knows you like the flowers he left on your desk because they were your favorite.

"Of course." You answer instead.

Three months. That's how long you've been pretending to date Wilbur and that's how long he's been doing things like this. From having flowers delivered to your desk to sneaking in your favorite dessert, he's been making you fall in love with him for too long.

How were you meant to keep your feeling platonic when he did things like this? Just seeing the flowers on your desk this morning made your heart leap, knowing they were from him.

Oh, and the nicknames. You nearly died the first time he used them, a casual "darling" slid into his sentence. Now you were too used to hearing them come from his mouth. Fuck, you even liked them!

"Don't forget we're going to dinner tonight. I'll be at your house at eight." He reminds you. From behind him, Shannon gives you a thumbs up.

"I know, I know."

He wouldn't actually be there. This was simply for show, just like all the other things he did. It didn't matter if he kept holding your hand far out of view from the building, or if his little pet names persisted even out of earshot from others. Dating Wilbur was fake.

"You're hovering." You finally say, raising your eyebrows at him.

He gives a sheepish smile. For the first time since you two started... whatever this was, he had to work overtime. You were walking home completely and utterly alone.

"I called you an Uber." Wilbur admits.

"Wil!"

"I know you said you didn't want one! I was just worried about you walking home alone!"

He smiles and you sigh. “Fine, I’ll take advantage of the fact you’ve already paid.”

“Of course you will. Be ready. Eight. Don’t forget.”

“I’m not going to forget!”

At exactly eight o’clock, someone knocks on your door. You’re in lounge clothes, settling down to watch a movie or something for the rest of the night. It's probably the postman or someone normal, so you don't bother to see who it is before opening the door.

Big mistake.

"You forgot." Wilbur deadpans, and you gape at him in surprise.

Not because you forgot about your "date" tonight. No, you definitely remembered it. You just didn't think he'd actually take you on one. After all, your relationship was purely fictional for the office ladies only.

"I didn't forget." You protest. It doesn't matter if it's the truth because he definitely doesn't believe you.

His eyes flicker over your clothes. "Go get dressed. Fancy."

It's only then that you realize what he's wearing. A suit, striking black standing out against the white shirt. He looks better than good, which makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, okay. Come in, I'll try to be fast."

He steps in while you hurry to get changed. Keeping true to your word you just throw on your best clothes, not bothering to style your hair or worry about anything else. Thank God you quite liked your natural hair.

"Wil, could you grab my shoes for me? By the door, the black ones." You call out, slipping on the socks to go with them.

"These ones?" He asks, holding them up when you walk out. His mouth parts slightly at the sight of you. "Wow. You- um, you look good."

"I'd look better if I had more time." You joke.

"Not possible. You looking better, not the time. Not to say you can't look better if you wanted to- I mean, you look great right now-" He keeps backtracking, face steadily getting redder with each word.

"Wilbur?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

He hands you your shoes, and you slip them on. You haven't worn them in what feels like forever: they just sat by your door, collecting dust. In your defense, you haven't exactly had a reason to wear them.

"So why are we going out on a date?" You ask.

"What do you mean? I literally told you I was taking you on one." Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You're also confused here.

"But why? We're fake dating at work."

Understanding dawns on his face, and he suddenly looks sheepish.

"That's kind of why. I- I wanted to take you on a real date. Away from work, so you know it wasn't pretend."

What could you ever say to that? His words seem straightforward, but you're certain there's a trick in them. The date might not be pretend, but his feelings were. That's all that he means, right?

Hope was too dangerous of a thing for you to have now, after all this time.

He must read something in your face, because he's suddenly sweeping his arms wide in a grand gesture. You're too startled to even get a word in before he starts talking, but maybe that's for the better.

"Will you do me the honor of going on this very real date with me? I have very real feelings for you, and a very cowardly heart."

"A very cowardly heart, huh?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

"I spoke before I thought when I told Shannon we were dating. That night I swore to myself I'd finally ask you out, but I fucked it up and jumped a few steps ahead."

Finally, you laugh. That definitely sounded like a Wilbur thing to do. But most importantly, he said his feelings towards you were real. Romantic feelings. Feelings you've felt for so long that you can't keep them in with his confession.

"I will." You answer.

Now he's the only one confused. "What?"

"I'll go on a date with you. A real one."

He breaks into the biggest grin you've ever seen him wear, and he's shown you a ton of cute animal videos. It's infectious, making you smile right along with him.

"Well then." He holds out his arm, and you take it. "Let's get to this date."

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TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Face Your Fears {E, 92k}

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

2️⃣ If I don't have you (there'll be nothing left) {E, 28k}

“What is his problem?” Louis demanded as he stalked around Niall and Ed’s kitchen. They were gonna have a pow-wow and figure out what was going on with Harry.

“Maybe he can’t pop a knot?” Niall suggested.

“Ew,” Liam said.

“Doubtful,” Louis said. “He seemed perfectly fine up until his friend pulled him off of me. Also I may have called him a knothead earlier in the night and he didn’t make a single comment to me about it.”

AKA Louis thought after meeting Harry at a party everything would fall into place. If only life worked out that nicely.

3️⃣ Tastes like Strawberries {E, 4k}

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

4️⃣ This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) {E, 8k}

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

5️⃣ Santa Baby Honey {E, 28k}

“Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?”

aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Know a Trick or Two {E, 42k}

The night before Louis is scheduled for a Portkey to begin training with the Vratsa Vultures in Bulgaria he heads into Muggle London for one last night of fun. A few months later he finds out he’s having a child.

Eleven years ago Harry had a one night stand and now there’s a strange man on his doorstep telling him his daughter is something called a wizard and she’s got a place at the British wizarding school Hogwarts.

Aka the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

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I will be delusional as I want BUT I'll pretend that tom cruise going back to Warner Bros means we'll finally get the deleted scenes from the iwtv please please manifesting

🙏🙏🙏 Anon, embrace being delusional! I wish! If anyone's connected with Warner Bros please please tell them we want the deleted scenes!

Anyway since we're on the topic... over the years I've talked about wanting the cut scenes, and I wanted to reflect for a moment on why we want them. I think we want them because, like a delicious cake, once it's all consumed, we still look at the serving plate, hoping we can still lick the icing off the knife, or maybe the baker has some leftover cake back in the kitchen?? Or maybe they can tell us that the secret ingredient to intensifying the chocolate is ESPRESSO... We just want another taste so badly! We want to know the secret ingredients that set it apart from other cakes. And some filmmakers know that, and sometimes they're happy to share the cut scenes on a DVD release, maybe with commentary as to why the scenes were cut, like:

"Here's a scene were Louis kills a priest and ultimately we had an overall run time limit of 2 hours, but it was otherwise a perfectly good scene."

"Here's part of a set of scenes we shot early on where Lestat shows mortal Louis what killing entails, and although we loved it, we ended up improving the Lestat makeup & hair a few weeks later, and for the sake of continuity we had to cut it bc we couldn't go back to that location to reshoot, or it would have taken too much time to fix in post, etc."

Giving over the cut scenes is a little like an artist showing the scrapped versions of a painting composition, and that's fine when the creator wants to invite the viewers into their artistic process, but I think the IWTV filmmakers at the time (and for years after) really wanted the '94 movie to be serious* to the point that releasing cut scenes could have undermined their overall vision... maybe they simply didn't want to invite the audience into their creative process.

(*Serious, BUT there was certainly plenty of beauty, charm, dark humor, intimacy, desire, so much more! Maybe the filmmakers cut scenes that THEY felt didn't mesh well with the overall story they wanted to tell, like putting together an outfit and choosing accessories that go better rather than others... you know?)

WITH THAT SAID... What cut scenes would you have liked to see? That's what fanfic and fanart are for, so tell us and maybe someone will be inspired to create it for all of us 💝

IF Tom was still part of VC at all... one of my personal fantasy casting ideas was to have Tom play the Marquis in TVL, and now he's really old enough to do it! 😅 Can you imagine?? Tom playing his own horrible father! Cast younger actors to play kid!Lestat, teen!Lestat, etc.?? Tom!Marquis showing obvious preference for his two older brothers and being horrible to Gabrielle... it could be amazing.

Obviously it wouldn't be adorable like this but... I've always loved Tom Cruise characters when he interacts with kids and teens, he's always seemed very in touch with his inner child, even when that inner child is more of a 12 yo brat. Whole novels could be written on his layered performances with child and teen actors, but for now, just a few thoughts...

^From Jerry Maguire. I can't quite articulate why this was so compelling... iirc, maybe because his character is really frustrated/demoralized in this scene, and there's something comforting about a kid naively telling you that "the human head weighs 8 pounds," as if to say, "Your problems are not really as big a deal as you think they are; live in the present moment." And Tom in this character seems to absorb that deeper meaning and it gives him some relief, it's a step towards his character's growth.

When Tom played Ray in War of the Worlds, he had a teenage son, and there was a heartbreaking scene where Ray had to choose between protecting his son or his daughter. From That Moment In:

Desperate to keep his family together, Ray is forced to leave the terrified Rachel alone for a moment as he puts his weight on Robbie and forces him to the ground as the air around them lights up with smoke and tracer fire. Meanwhile, another couple, fleeing the madness, sees Rachel standing by herself and attempt to rescue her, not knowing that her father is nearby. Looking back, Ray sees this and becomes torn between his children, not wanting to lose either but forced to choose. Robbie assures his father that this is what he wants, “I want to see this,” and to please let him go, which Ray finally, achingly, submits to, seeing that Rachel is being whisked away. Father and son say goodbye as Robbie runs over the crest and Ray rushes down to get his daughter as a hellfire of explosion overtake the hills, giving us the impression Robbie has met his end.

I just love the idea of Tom playing the very character that had caused so much pain for Lestat, that Lestat was always on defense from that man, looooong after he died. Despite all the torment the Marquis inflicted on Lestat, Lestat still gave him a comfortable place to live out his last few years, the roles pretty much reversed as happens with aging parents, Lestat actually nurturing this man (not always in the kindest way but still!) in his feeble old age... and couldn't bring himself to even kill him out of mercy.

Nature & Nurture, Lestat was damaged by his father genetically and emotionally in his formative years, and so much of Lestat's bravado and verbal attacks seem to be a shield for the awful feelings of growing up unloved, unwanted, and beaten for expressing his own desires. So much so that even in canon he often expresses the intensity of his desires far more eloquently and frequently in the narration than he's able to do verbally, even with the characters he cherishes the most. Because to express his love exposed himself to losing it.

Tom could for sure pull off a performance that would capture the Marquis, because he essentially played Lestat with the qualities of a victim perpetuating some of the abuse he suffered from the man who was supposed to be (and was!) his role model for becoming the man he became. 😭