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neil-gaiman · 7 months
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Hello Mr Gaiman,
Like many children I think, I was a very avid reader – I would read anything I could find – children's books, then "growups books" if there is such a thing, and at some point, dictionaries too.
Sometime in my twenties, I sort of fell out of love with books – I still loved them, but I felt I Didn't Have The Time And Energy Because I Had Adult Responsibilities Now, and so I almost stopped reading, unless it was for work (I'm a translator). I still liked the idea of reading, but I'd stopped doing it for my own pleasure.
Whenever I tried opening a book that wasn't a short comic I could finish in one sitting, I would end up constantly forgetting where I was in the story, starting all over again, forgetting again, and then getting discouraged.
Fast forward to last month: my partner wanted to see the Ocean at the End of the Lane play, based on your book, so we booked tickets. Out of curiosity, I also bought the book and read it. For myself, and for fun.
And then something I hadn't experienced in years happened – I kept wanting to know what happened next, and before I knew it, I'd finished the book! No long pauses between reading sessions, no forgetting the story and having to start over. What a confidence and morale booster! Anyway, I'm happy to report I've read several books since then (including The Graveyard Book, which I absolutely loved). I think you've helped me reconnect with my love of reading and my partner thought I should tell you, so here I am – thank you for helping me rebuild my reading confidence, and I can't wait to get more of your books.
That put a huge grin on my face. I'm so glad!
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xeeroo08 · 1 year
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Astro Observations 《1》
Disclaimer : I am not a professional astrologer. This post is only for fun and it is solely based on my observations and experiences. So, please take it with a grain of salt.
♠️ Taurus Mars 🤝 Anger issues. It's either a disaster or unhealthy suppression. No in between.
♠️ Mars-Neptune placements have some wide imagination when it comes to steamy stuff. It be going on in their heads 24/7! Also they might get frequent wet dreams. Infact on a side note they are quite looking forward to it when they go to sleep.
♣️ Mars in 4th house went through a lot of family trauma in childhood. It could be anything like daily arguments, abusive household, domestic violence etc.
♠️ Sagittarius venus and their frequent crushes. If influenced by Scorpio could be secretive as hell.
♠️ Jupiter–Saturn negatively aspected could indicate a hard academic life in the beginning but once you work on it, you will succeed with flying colors. My friend has her jupiter squaring saturn and she was always at the bottom in her class. But once she decided to put her mind into it, she became one of the toppers in our school.
♣️ Venus at 0° has no idea where to began with love. They want it but are clueless about what they actually want.
♠️ Sagittarius people love freedom. Speaking from personal experience, you don't want to tie them down by any means. Like Sagittarius moon hates being emotionally tied down by some melodrama. Don't even think about manipulating them they will run away know right away. Sagittarius venus hates being controlled in a relationship.
♣️ Virgo sun might tease their partner now and then after their night together just to see their reaction. You better blush🔪
♣️ Someone mentioned in their post that having jupiter in 2nd house in solar return chart could indicate buying a lot of books. It's true! I had it last year in my chart and omg I bought so many books in one year! Also I never faced any shortage of money that year so later when I calculated the expense, I was surprised. It's also funny because whenever I felt like, okay I want this book, in the next few days I would have it in my hands by some means. I was obsessed with books. Let it be study material or novels. I still have many novels that I bought last year but haven't read yet. Lol no regrets tho, I love books 📚
♠️ Moon conjuct pluto 🤝 love-hate relationship with their mothers. It's like— I can't live without you. The next moment—but if I die it will be only because of you. And it goes both the ways. I have this and trust me it hurts on a subconscious level.
♣️ Asteroid Actor conjuct moon could mean that when you act, you act flawlessly. No one could tell if you are acting or not. Emotions are always on point. It comes very natural to these people. If underdeveloped, could make sly manipulators, like a wolf under sheep's skin.
♠️ Scorpio MC people always have a strict control over their public image. They are not said to be mysterious just like that. You might think you have them figured out but there is always something going on in their lives which is unknown to the public. And if they don't want you to know about it, you will never know either.
♣️ Pluto in 11th house/Sagittarius/Aquarius could mean that you might have a wide variety of friends all over the world, through online or even through mutuals. But for some of you these people just come along and go. Or maybe you are the one who gets distant for some reason. They still remain good friends though, it's just that the sudden closure is gone. Plus they don't reveal every single secret to their friends. They know later it won't matter.
♣️ Venus conjuct/ Sextile/trine Mercury gives a very pleasant voice. These people should try applying in music industry.
♠️ Asteroid Skip in natal chart could indicate what all things you missed or neglected in your life. For example, in 6th house you could have neglected your health a lot to the point later it backfired. Or in Capricorn it could indicate that you skipped working.
♣️ Jupiter–AC people are very sharp minded. Especially if it's conjuction. They know how to turn the situation in their favour. They are also very versatile in nature, which makes them very well liked by people. Basically the All rounder placement.
♠️ Asteroid Scientia positively aspecting Jupiter/Sun/moon could mean you work good in science fields. Whereas if it's negatively aspected you might face a little difficulty in dealing with science majors and need more effors to put in. I have jupiter square scientia and I know exactly what I am talking about.
♣️ Asteroid Academia in 11th house/Aquarius could indicate changing many schools, colleges throughout your life or living in a hostel.
♠️ Aries risings are the most restless beings alive. They can't sit still for two minutes to save their lives! These people are very competitive when it comes to athletics, as for academics, they are okay with being average. Two of the people that I know who have this rising sign won gold medals during their school lives in sports competitions.
♣️ Mars conjuct MC or Mars in 10th house people are very dedicated and driven when it comes to their profession. They pursue their career with full potential.
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familyvideostevie · 5 months
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october thirtieth
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day thirty: james potter you find a photo of the two of you in james's pocket | established relationship, fluff | 1k
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“James, have you seen my lipstick?”
No reply. You check your makeup bag one more time but can't find it.
“James!”
“What?”
His voice is muffled. You leave the bathroom and follow it, finding him standing in the closet frowning at his dress shirts. You press into his side, wrapping yourself around his bare torso. “Your face is going to stick like that if you're not careful.”
He drags his hand up and down between your shoulder blades. “I have to be the best-dressed bride of a vampire out there, darling. You know that.”
Silly, silly man. The event of the evening is Halloween-themed drinks at the popular bar on the high street. You had to book a table and everything and James has been looking forward to it all month.
He came up with your costumes: you, a dangerous and beautiful vampire, and him, your willing and handsome bride.
“Well, best of luck to you. Have you seen my lipstick? The red one?”
You need it to draw the punctures on his neck and lines of blood from the corners of your mouth. James pulls himself from your hold and selects a shirt, finally, buttoning it up halfway and messing with his hair in the mirror.
“I don't have it, darling,” he says.
You sigh. Easily distracted, this one. “I gave it to you the other night to hold.”
He snaps his fingers. “So you did. It must be in my jacket pocket.”
“Which one?” You swear James has more clothes than you.
“Which jacket or which pocket?”
“James.”
He winks at you, glasses flashing. “Brown jacket, not sure which pocket.”
You leave him to his fussing and find it hanging on the hook in the entryway.
The lipstick is not in the right pocket or the left. You hope he's not lost it because it's a great color and you really don't want to have to draw the blood on in purple, or something, but then you feel something lipstick-shaped in the breast pocket.
“Jackpot,” you mutter. You pull the tube from the pocket but out with it comes a piece of paper.
It's creased and wrinkled, as if it's been handled many times. You unfold it and —
Oh. You think you say that out loud.
It's you and James. A photo from ages ago. Years, actually. It's you two on the night you met. A party of Lily's, something she did often in those days to bring people together, and this one was a game night. You and James had been paired up for charades and you'd absolutely crushed the competition. You remember feeling like you could read each other's minds.
In the photo you're holding the trophy — a tiny, plastic thing Lily had bought at a discount store — and you're smiling so wide you can see all of your teeth. James has his arm slung around you and he's looking right at you instead of at the camera.
His expression shocks you. You've seen hundreds of photos of the two of you together where he's got this look on his face, the one that you know to be love. And in the photo you've just found, one of the first day you met, he's looking at you the same way. Like he's in love.
“Darling?” he calls. “Did you find it?” he wanders down the hall, fully dressed, and you turn to him.
“Yes,” you say, breathless. “James, why do you have this in your jacket?”
“Hm?” He slides his hand over your hip and leans in to look, face brightening when he see's what you've found. “Have you not seen this before? I suppose I've kept it in there since Lily gave it to me.”
You just stare at it.
“God, it's so obvious I was gone for you,” he sighs.
You turn your head so you're looking at him, so close you could count his eyelashes. “You were?”
“Darling, I was utterly ass over tit for you from the start. In love the second you opened your mouth.”
“Don't be silly, James.”
He looks offended. “No, it's true! I remember the whole thing. I was late and you'd been freed up from work at the last minute so we didn't have partners when Lily said to make teams. And you looked at me and said, 'You better be good at this, because I am.' And I said, 'I will win you this if it's the last thing I do.'”
“Which was a bit dramatic,” you mutter.
“And you didn't even tell me your name until we won.”
“That is how it went, I suppose. You really fancied me because I was a bit overcompetative?”
James snorts. “Come on, love, is that really so hard to believe?”
You look at the picture again. It isn't, considering you were similarly smitten that night, but it's still a bit like a fairy tale.
“No, I guess not.”
“I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with you at first sight?” James presses a kiss to your temple. “You're funny —” he kisses your brow “— sweet —” your nose “— lovely —” your cheek.
“Okay, okay, okay,” you say, shoving him off. “We need to finish getting ready, James, or we'll be late.”
He bares his neck for you. “Blood me up, baby.”
You laugh, slip the photo back into his jacket, and drag him back to the bathroom. “You're so weird.”
“And you looooove it.”
“You're the one who carries that photo round all the time!”
Just saying it makes your heart swell. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of your relationship. James shows you he loves you all the time — in his words, his actions. The way he looks at you. How he always buys your favorite flavor soda at the shop when he sees it. The way he knows how to wake you from a nap without startling you. His touch in a crowded room and his gaze when he senses you need something.
So, yeah, a photo in his jacket pocket is nothing, really. But he clearly looks at it often and thins about that first night.
You lean in and kiss him without warning. He makes a surprised noise but leans into it, hand cupping the back of your neck. Maybe it's alright if you're a little late.
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shu-glue · 9 months
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devilspawn!
alhaitham x gn!reader
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wherein Alhaitham, despite being deeply and irrevocably in love with you, thinks it's rather immature to be picking fights with a child whose age hasn't even reached double digits yet. until he meets said child himself. notes: gn!reader, written in lowercase, reader is implied to be the traveler but can be read otherwise, alhaitham is whipped for reader, reader hates timmie so if you adore the kid i'm very sorry, two curse words (reader says ass and alhaitham mentally says little shit)
alhaitham loves you a lot. he really does. he rarely ever says the three magic words, and for the most part, it's fine on your end because he expresses his deep affection for you through his actions.
sometimes, he'll say 'i love you' through quiet but powerful hugs after he comes home from a long, grueling day in the Akademiya. other times, he'll whisper 'i love you' as he hands you a small trinket or even a book you've mentioned in passing, one he bought just earlier when he saw said item in a stall while on an assignment. he'll call you 'beloved' through massaging your shoulders after training, and he'll tell you how much he adores you through the many times you spent basking in each other's presence in comfortable silence.
he'll walk with you to the ends of the Teyvat if it means staying by your side, however…
"love," alhaitham shakes his head, "you're a… fully grown adult. the one you want to 'crush under the heavy hand that is loss', is a child. my love, a child."
now, alhaitham is no stranger to the game that is TCG, Genius Invocation, the Card Game. the only times he, kaveh, tighnari, and cyno will meet up are when they're all free, fancying a drink, and cyno wants to try out another new card he has recently obtained.
in all honesty, your partner couldn't for the life of him understand the hype about this card game. he was by no means an amateur - he has won enough games to be considered an official TCG player, despite only borrowing decks from kaveh, and he is the only one able to actually last more than 5 rounds against cyno in a single session at lambad's.
he knows how to play, he just does not see the need to play so obsessively, nor blow off money for special cards he'll only use in a few given instances of his life (if he even utters this line of thought out loud around cyno, he'll have a spear stuck on his back for the rest of the day).
however, you - his lover, his partner, the only person reserved for the ring in his pocket - love TCG, and as the loving boyfriend he is, he tries to keep his opinion of the game to himself; he'd rather have a giant spear in his back than see you sad and pouting as you shuffle through your beloved deck of cards. he should know, he's made the mistake once and it took him a couple of padisarah pudding servings to cheer you up.
alhaitham loves you, and if you like this card game, he will certainly make sure you're happy every duel or match you do. he just can't wrap his head around why you're setting off to the bridge that leads to the entrance of mondstadt city, deadset on making a something years old child cry from defeat.
"alhaitham, baby, you don't understand," you argued, "that child is my mortal enemy, my lifetime arch-nemesis, and a pain in my ass."
"yes, darling, but consider: you have many more potential TCG friends who would make better rivals than some random kid." alhaitham rubs his forehead, completely exasperated if it weren't for the adorable way you're marching ahead in front of him like a goofy soldier going into war.
you only spin around just at the mouth of the bridge, your hands on your hips as you stare up at alhaitham with a pout on your face and a raised eyebrow. "you think i'm being irrational, aren't you?"
alhaitham raises an eyebrow back as he continues walking. "not necessarily, my love, however - "
there's something about being hit in the face with multiple fluttering wings and feathers unexpectedly, that can render even the most stoic of men like alhaitham utterly lost and speechless. is it the pure shock? the pain of not really fluffy appendages hitting their face? well, it's when the haze of birds - pigeons? - finally clear, alhaitham is greeted by the displeased and outright sour expression of the one he can only assume to be timmie, your 'sworn enemy'.
"what are you doing?!" said boy screeched. "you scared my pigeons away!"
alhaitham could only blink owlishly at the dirty blond haired boy, looking around to see a bunch of pigeons flying away, leaving a trail of feathers in their wake. granted, despite all the horror stories you told him about timmie, alhaitham's rational enough to be patient with timmie.
"i'm sorry, but I don't think I have control over that, kid." alhaitham tilts his head down to look at timmie. "if you feed your pigeons in the middle of the road, especially a bridge with exactly two exit and entry points, your pigeons will surely—"
"no, my mama always said that if you're a person with a pure heart, the animals won't be afraid of you." timmie turned his nose up and stuck his tongue out at alhaitham. "that's why my pigeons like me, and not you, you meanie!"
alhaitham had to reel himself back to take in the ridiculous logic, the gears in his head turning to come up with an explanation. "no," he shakes his head as if it's hurting, "birds and all animals for that matter don't know the concept of morality, thus they have no sense of right and wrong as humans do. the only reason the pigeons run away from others and stay with you is because you're feeding them, creating a dependent relationshi—"
"blah blah, why should i listen to an old man with graying hair?"
said (old) man with gray(ing) hair visibly reels back, flabbergasted. he's not so much offended as he is shocked at timmie's attitude. he wanted to say 'no, he's not old', 'his gray hair is a natural phenomenon because of genetics', and, 'listen here you little shit'.
"see?" you commented from the sideline, arms crossed. "devilspawn."
"ARGH!" timmie shouts, pointing an accusing finger at you. "you again?! stop scaring my pigeons away!"
"i keep telling you, there's nothing i can do about that!" you shout back, bickering with the small child as if you were about to lunge at him.
alhaitham looks back and forth between the two of you, mentally wondering if he was dating and courting someone of the immature type (doesn't mind it solely, because it's you). when he moves to calm you down so the both of you can finally head into mondstadt city to look for marjorie, timmie says:
"maybe my pigeons don't like you because you look like an ugly cow!"
oh boy. no good. no, no good, alhaitham won't tolerate that.
alhaitham loves you a lot. he really does. he rarely ever says the three magic words, and for the most part, it's fine on your end because he expresses his deep affection for you through his actions.
and if it means making a little boy cry at a simple card game to protect your dignity, then so be it.
"beloved. if you would so kindly let me borrow your cards."
"wha—?"
"beloved."
this is just a silly drabble i thought of a lot of days ago and no, it's not proofread AHAHA. i have been so inactive lately and i apologize for that, school has been hectic and i was busy with college applications to boot. but now, i'm about to graduate so i should have some free time before i finally taste the college life ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ if y'all saw this post but with no tags you did not
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aziraphales-library · 3 months
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hello!! i love you all so much (platonic) and appreciate the work you do. do you have any recs where one/both of the ineffable husbands/wives is getting out of a relationship and goes to the other for comfort and maybe realizes they've been in love with them the whole time? thanks so much <333333
Here are some break-up friends-to-lovers fics for you...
I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)
Anthony J. Crowley knew he looked like a walking mid-life crisis. The tight jeans, half-up bun and sunglasses positively screamed ‘I left my wife for the babysitter and bought a vintage car just to feel alive again.’ In an adaptation of his life, he’d be played by Hugh Grant. He looked like a divorcee desperate for action, and it didn’t help that he was currently standing outside a nightclub surrounded by drunk twenty-year-olds. But Crowley wasn’t here for a good time tonight. He was on a rescue mission. Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.
…And They Were Roommates by Mimsynims (E)
“You know… I just remembered that Richard and I were going away for a few days next month.” Something devious came over him. “Richard paid for it, but the booking is in my name.” Crowley quickly caught on to what he was getting at. “Ooh, I see. That’s convenient.” He grinned. “For us." When Aziraphale's boyfriend Richard (Dick) breaks up with him, he and his roommate Crowley hijacks an intended couples' vacation and uses it for themselves. Lines that had started to blur even before their trip gets even more blurry - which perhaps isn't the best thing when both are hiding a crush on the other (and communication isn't their strong suit).
Ezra at the Wedding by tenandi (E)
Ezra's ex is moving on but he's determined to stop the wedding. With his handsome neighbor masquerading as his new love interest, will he win back his true love and rewrite the happy ending he deserves? - Crowley was leaning against the doorframe, obviously hungover and running on about two hours of sleep. A ripped t-shirt hung off one shoulder over a pair of boxers with devil ducks printed all over them. To top it all off, he was wearing black velvet slippers embroidered with his monogram. In any other instance, Ezra would have laughed but he was too busy being wrapped up in his anguish. “What do you want, Crowley?” Ezra fumed. “I am having a moment here!”
You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T)
Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.
Hooped Earrings by OfEden (E)
After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.
Crawling Back To You by madrabbitwrites (NR)
College-age Aziraphale pushed his closest friend away and moved out of town with his married Literature professor in a panicked attempt at escaping his family’s rampant homophobia. Years later, devastated by a dreadful break-up, he’s returned to his small hometown to live with his brother and attempt to heal his broken heart (and broken life, if he were being honest with himself). What he didn’t count on was his old friend Crawley- now calling himself Crowley and looking dashing as ever- to have returned as well. Crawley’s wounds from their last argument are deep and Aziraphale may never be able to regain what they once had, but he’d certainly like to try. The two of them need to have an actual conversation, but that’s not really how these plots go, is it?
- Mod D
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WIBTA for asking my spouse to open up our relationship?
Tl;dr: He said no years ago but our sex life is non-existent and I'm climbing the walls.
Full story:
Me (early 30s, NB) and my partner (late 30s, M) have been together for over a decade. We have a kid, a mortgage and enough interests in common to keep each other entertained. He's a genuinely good person and the last thing I want to do is hurt him. BUT.
We met before I hit 20, and he was my first ever serious relationship. Our sex life tanked about two years in, but we both had other things going on, and over time I blamed many different factors: living conditions, shift work, my weight gain, health issues, differences in upbringing, levels of queerness - you name it. In the last few years I helped him through a serious medical condition (think two surgeries and a long recovery), but once he was nominally in the clear my mental health went down the drain and I haven't really been back to normal since.
For a while, I had a really good counsellor and for once got to talk about some of the less savoury shit going on in my noggin. It all ended up on a Realisation that we only had sex while sober on a laughably small number of occasions, and any and all attempts on my part to spice things up ended at best with affectionately confounded denial or just a straight up brick wall. I got sober a few years before he did (I'm talking 'uh oh maybe we're having too many too often' rather than 'out of control alcoholism'), which effectively ended our sex life altogether. At this point I'm looking at a solid year since my husband last touched me, and even then it was after he came home from a pub in a silly mood so neither of us ended up getting much out of it. And it's not even the longest stretch.
I floated this as an issue a number of times, and every time he agreed it's something to work on then did precisely zilch. I told him point blank once that I wouldn't be opposed to an open relationship, but he was vehemently against, because that's the first step to a break up in his mind. I suggested he might be ace (there are several clues to that, not just my increasingly unhinged internet history), bought the book as a way to start a discussion - he put it on a shelf and never looked at it again.
After my Big Bad Breakdown earlier this year we ended up in family counselling. It quickly became clear that there are so many things he just Didn't Consider that the sex thing didn't even get mentioned, then we ran out of slots and he hasn't followed up on any of his revelations from the sessions, so I feel like digging in is a lost cause.
I love him, don't want to leave him and quite frankly couldn't even if I did because the UK is a financial ruin. I also have some extremely unfulfilled needs, and can't even rub one out in peace because he finds it weird (???). Even if I didn't find cheating morally Too Far it sounds exhausting and I already have too much going on. I haven't been the easiest person to be around for the last few months, but this has been a years-long issue. So, WBITA to start the conversation on the open relationship again, despite the negative feedback I had previously?
(If it helps, we both have different flavours of neurodivergence, although mine is under treatment and his largely ignored.)
What are these acronyms?
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stalactitekilla · 2 months
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Glide (Figure Skater! Steve Harrington AU)
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Pairing: figure skater! Steve Harrington x figure skater! reader
Summary: You've heard about him. The last two partners Steve Harrington took to the Olympics won it all. He is tough and he is handsome. You aren't sure why he picked you for this years competition, but you are going to show him that you do not want to pair skate. You want to be free to win yourself.
Warning(s): Angst, Steve is a bit of a perv!, reader is mean, enemies to lovers, there is a glimpse of SA, romance is based on an older Steve, reader and Steve are the same age. Some blood (they fall a lot) and smut. P in V (unwrapped), oral (f) receiving, tongues entangled, soft words and a lot of touching.
A/N: This is the start of an AU series. This one will feed into my Gareth and Eddie adventures later on, but also may have it's own book. Been on my mind, always loved those ice skating movies with romance built in, but it's always based on a female perspective. Enjoy Lovelies.
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The story was everywhere, it seemed like everyone knew about your indiscretions already and you had barely tapped the girl on the ass out your hotel room door. The article that would soon end my career, even after six Olympic Gold Medals, I was at the mercy of paparazzi. I had tried to be better, put the sport above a wet pair of panties, but alas a single headline drove my good name into the perverse. It made me look like someone with no talent was using my cock to gain traction.
Headline: Olympic Gold Medalist Found In Bed With Head Judge's Daughter
"You'll never skate in America again." My coach, manager and best friend Robin was staring at me as I sat on the small couch we had bought together in my smaller apartment. Now to be fair, I wasn't a goodie two shoes, girls flocked to an athlete, especially one that looked like me, I knew this would catch up to me one day, but I never thought they would stop my goals, stop this career I had finally found. I wasn't ready to give it all up. Ruffling my hair as I always tend to do when I'm trying to think, "I didn't know who she was! It was the first time I met her, she gave me some bullshit name. I think I was set up."
"You were. You're too good Steve, they got you. I was faster though." Robin's eye brow lifted, "got you a spot on the English skating team, there is a new start that needs a partner for the pair skating short program and free skate."
"No." I was quick, she was on the British team, that girl, the one that took one look at you and decided you were filth, the one that told you to stop trying and if she was still there, well you wouldn't be wanting to be on any team with someone like her.
"Do you really think your looks can cover up those weak turns? You're not a skater, you're a playboy!" Her face was scrunched and when the others laughed at her comments, well it made me feel like I had done something wrong. That was during my first Olympics, my partner, well she had a huge crush on me, I was using her emotional state to gain traction with our skating. I was sloppy, I knew that, but to act like I was that bad.
She was cruel.
Robin was already laughing, "Oh, Steve Harrington, I know why you are so hesitant. She is there, and unfortunately has run into some bad luck herself, so the two of you are to compete as a pair."
"There is no way. She hates my guts Robin." Steve pouted, he was not one to tell Robin no, especially after Taylor had tricked him. She was so quiet and said all the right things, they didn't even really mess around that much, he had wanted to take her out, he had been lonely. How was he to know she would go straight to the papers, the photos were behind closed doors, the ones of him kissing down her skin, ones where he looked like a creep.
Maybe this princess in England wasn't as cruel as others.
Robin was watching you, she was always so thoughtful of your career and your time. She had big dreams of rockstardom, we had mutual friends in the industry, but it never took off for her, but she was so good at contract management that you offered the role as your manager. She loved the idea and it had been almost nine years since you started. Two Winter Olympics and multiple ice skating championships. You were in the top ten for male skaters, but a scandal such as this, one where it put your medals in jeopardy was too harsh. You knew why, Taylor's brother Reginald, was a skater, he was not as good as you, so her parents were trying to take you out. Taylor may be innocent, but taking those photos, she definitely made the choice to sell you out.
"I heard that this British princess hasn't performed couple skating ever competitively. Her last partner was her brother, and he was unable to continue." Robin watched my face probably soften, I was a sucker for a story like that. I was an only child and to have a sibling injured or lose their dream resonated with me.
"her brother... is he okay?" My eyes meet Robin's gaze as she shrugs, "No one has heard from him in years. It's like the family hid him."
"That sounds like a family I don't want to be caught up in. What do you think?" Your eyes meet Robin's as she just shrugs, "Let's go see Big Ben. If it's awful we can always tap out and you can be a coach in some small town for little nine year old girls."
I groaned. Anything but that. Fine. To England we will go.
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London, UK - Four Months Later
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Robin got you a small flat just off the road where you headed each morning to practice. The weather here was cold, frigid even and you were getting used to all the snow. You had been here for almost two months training and never once have seen your new partner. The little princess was in hiding or she was that mad you were going to be her partner she decided to run away.
Today was like any other, you trudged through the snow down to the training rink, a dark and quaint spot. You loved the small endearing qualities held within the walls. The ice was well taken care of and you never had to worry about an audience. In America, your scandal was still running strong, worried fans sending out tweets and other noise was enough to make you sick.
So, quiet time on the ice is what you craved. Entering the building the crisp sound of skates caught your attention, looking towards the ice, you see a shape, there was someone skating.
They were stunning.
The length she gave her body with her legs and arms was stunning. The way she twirled and smiled, this was more than just a practice. You saw a small girl, glasses and scarf taking notes off to the side. She was bundled up and shivering.
Your eyes move back to the girl as she completes a series of jumps only to land just a hair off tumbling down onto the ice.
Without thinking you leap the barricade and slide over to her, "are you okay?"
Her body is laying there in a bundle as she starts to hyperventilate. You pull her body into yours, feeling her hand on your shirt as it squeezes the material, then as soon as it all starts she is muttering, "Double... twist... then..."
You laugh as she is replaying what she did wrong and you move her face towards yours. Her hair making it impossible to see her features. She had a crinkle in her brow that made you soften, "That was quite impressive." The softness of her body against yours and the quiet noises of appreciation that she makes has you thinking England wasn't that bad. When her hair subsided, her face was now clear, freckles and you instantly regret all the feelings of awe you had when you realize it's her, "sorry." The single word leaves your lips as you panic, going to help her up, her hands in yours have your skin on fire. The flush on her face was easily caught but what was missing was that look of scorn, of high and mighty intensity you had grown to expect from her.
"Thank you." Her voice softly answered as she stood up and skated away from you like her own body was burned by your touch. Steve stood there a bit taken aback. She has always been the one to say, "shouldn't you be practicing instead of flirting." Things of that nature. Cruel words, not soft blushes and whispering of apology. It made something in your chest ache.
"She is having a rough time." The small girl with glasses says towards you, "Um.. are you Steve?"
I look at her, no one in the ice skating world didn't know who I was. I nod, "The one and only."
"Just so you know, it was never her idea to go back to pair skating. She wanted to be independent. She isn't good with people." The girl looks you over and then walks off after her. My senses now wondering what was so aggravating about her, she didn't seem like the cold bitch you remember.
Robin whistled from the side lines. Her arms flailing as I walk back over to her, leaning on to the siding, "Yea?"
"Ready for practice? We need to be on the ice, ready to skate in 30 minutes." She reminded you and suddenly the lack of gear was terrifying. She just point to the duffel I had tossed prior to running out on the ice. I hopped back over the barricade to collect my items and make my way to the locker room. A few loud bangs and a not so soft phrase hits your ears, "That was so embarrassing!"
A smile hits your lips. Oh, there is my little primadonna, the priss with the mouth to match. That soft spoken girl was just her being embarrassed for being caught messing up. There was a sudden ache again, the idea she was hiding herself from you. Partners have to be close, for this to work you needed to accept all the sides of your partner.
You thought back to her line of skating. It wasn't just her and her brother, every member of the Sanderson family were figure skating legends. Her brother had earned several gold medals before his accident. Whatever had happened caused him to leave the arena of figure skating. But you, the princess of the Sanderson family had stayed and vowed to never partner again. So this pair skating stunt couldn't be your idea. Especially with someone like Steve. We had a year together to see if we can entertain this madness.
You needed another gold medal, a year without scandal to make it back into the good graces of the sport.
As you lace up your skates, even through your warm ups, it had become apparent that the princess was going to stare you down. Her eyes watching, the small "hmphs" and "yucks" coming out of her mouth as you performed some tricks. As your body was finally ready to take it to the level you were expected to run at, well that was when you couldn't help yourself. Deciding to perform the routine you wrote for yourself to debut on the individual skater arena. The full routine was difficult, but you didn't want to forget it. Not today, not while your sharp, but beautiful eyes were on him.
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You didn't need fancy lights, a crowd, all you wanted was that one set of eyes to accept you. To see what you saw in her, potential. As you round the last bit of the routine you throw back your head, letting your hair fly. There was a sound of clapping and when you look up Robin and the small girl who accompanied the princess were cheering.
She, on the other hand just stood there, her tongue poking at her lip as she was strongly unsure how to react. I take the silence as a better sign then the complaining sighs, she motions myself over to them and points at the small girl, "This is Phoebe, she's my manager."
"I'm actually her friend." Phoebe says in a rush. She was pocket size I felt like, but then I see Robin, who has this look of complete awe about the little girl. Oh. This should be interesting, "Nice to meet you officially Phoebe."
"Now Harrington. You can't go doing that solo crap with me. We are a team, tricks should be done as a unit." Your eyes are fixated on mine and I can't help the ache returning from just your gaze. I cross my arms and tilt my hips, "Yea Princess? Cause you know so much about winning trophies as a pair?"
Phoebe covered her mouth which earned her a glare. You sigh and then jump over the barricade, "My turn."
You motion your arm as an after you. Then lean back as she starts in on a routine. The way she moves is second to none, flawless, but there is this style to it. Most girls have a hard time with movement, I have to place myself in a position to be the lead, but with princess here, that may not be the case.
You find yourself memorizing her movements for this routine, it's a bit basic, but if you add yourself into the mix, well it would be pretty solid foundation. After she is done I fake clap and then skate over to her, "Mind doing that routine with me?"
"With you?" She looks at you skeptically, "How?"
You smile take her hand and then start to skate, she follows, realizing that she is performing, she watches your eyes, arms and before we know it the time is up. Phoebe claps and I turn to see Robin with her hand over her mouth, "That was amazing!"
"Don't say that yet, that was just the first round." I look back at her, "let's do that again."
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We skate for hours and hours. Then it turns into months, three full months of practice. On the ice the two of us communicated better than any other time. Outside of the ice we made snarky remarks, I teased her for her wool socks and she teased me about the way girls watched me in restaurants. It was strangely enjoyable.
After three months I thought she was ready for some new material, better tricks. So we were out on the ice and I let her try the same move I had seen her attempt when I met her. The result was the same, except this time she didn't get up as fast.
"Shit! Princess that was a hard one.. you okay?" My eyes looking at hers as she hit the ice hard, her cheeks flushed, "Why can't I do it?"
"Hey, hey, that was only the second time you have tried. It's a hard turn to take with that angle. You'll get it... want to try again?" My voice was calm and I could see tears in her eyes. The fall hurt more than her body, her pride and over the last few months you knew how prideful she was. The mean remarks were replaced with just short bursts of frustration. It was like you finally had been seen as a professional in her eyes.
"GET UP!" A loud voice is heard and she stiffened instantly. I didn't like the feeling she projected, a fear. Looking over was a well dressed man in a suit, "Disgraceful." He breathed, "This going to be like your debut? Huh, bad enough this boy is here to take a man's job, you had to fall and look weak in front of him too."
"Excuse you?" I stood up, my hand still in hers, "Who the fuck are you?"
The man's eyebrow raised as Robin coughed, "Mr. Sanderson, you aren't part of the contract. Is there something you need?"
Mr. Sanderson? Oh shit. Princesses father. I looked back down at her and she was angrily looking up at me, "Let go."
I released her hand as she got up off the ice, "We can go one more time."
I nodded and she re-positioned herself, as we skated I could tell something was off about her left side, she was not sloppy, but weak on that side. It must hurt if she is showing any form of pain. The next piece is the big move, she spins and take a less sharp turn to land the jump. Robin cheers, but I scoff under my breath which has her eyes meeting mine in a plead to be quiet. This man scares her.
As we slow and the routine finishes there is a loud noise. The door to the practice area is slammed and Mr. Sanderson is gone. She breathes out a heavy dose of air, "I need to rest."
She starts to skate and I can't help but find the way she is almost limping to be sweet and not like the princess you always envisioned. That's when her father's words hit you, he said that you picked him. You needed to know why.
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You were so mad that you fell. Steve saw you fall. You don't want him to see you struggle. He didn't know that when your brother hurt himself you did as well, but you didn't wait for help. You took care of it, but the tightness in your tendons made certain jumps harder. It was why Phoebe suggested pair skating.
Because you couldn't do it yourself. The locker room of the practice arena wasn't like the ones you were used to, it was concrete and juvenile. You were having a hard time adjusting to the world and this new pairing. You just wanted to go back to skating with your brother, having fun on the small frozen lake outside your house.
Back to when your father didn't hate you. Tears coming to your eyes, you wanted to hide all of this from Steve, you didn't need him thinking you were just a brat. You were a figure skater.
Wiping your eyes made it worse. You heard a knock, but it didn't register someone was there till you heard his voice, "Hey?" Steve leaned against the door jam, your tears falling freely you didn't want him to see you like this, "please save the remarks for tomorrow..."
"I'm just checking on my partner." There was a tension in his voice now. The sweetness of that first day gone, he was trying to be there for you, and you can't let him. Not with your father around. Not yet. Push him away.
Being close to you only gets people hurt more, "Leave me....please.." the please came out like a whisper and as you went to move farther away, he was quicker, caging you against the wall, "what the fuck did I ever do to you?"
Your eyes get big as he's starting to allow his own tears down his face, "you're mean. So fucking mean. I don't usually do this, but I like skating with you... so I have to see what I did... why you hate me so much?!"
He thinks I hate him. The King of skating. The man that I couldn't keep my eyes off of. Sure he was a scoundrel, he doesn't take skating seriously, but that was then, now you can see he isn't like that.
"I don't hate you.." the words came out of your mouth faster than you could comprehend and his eyes meet yours, there is a slow realization of something and then back to his usual softness. He moves closer, "you don't hate me?"
"No. It's the opposite actually. You make me so angry... but it's because you don't push yourself, you have so much talent." My breath hits his face and for the first time Steve was seeing her.
You were competitive and caring while he was supposedly drinking and having sex. Well he was acting like a celebrity not an athlete. She reminded Steve of someone, Billy Hargrove, he pushed and pushed.
"You don't hate me." He said the words again. This time there was an affection to his tone, something you never had from anyone. It gave you this fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You liked the way he talked to you.
"I just can't.." you stopped and your hands land on the edge of his worn shirt, for a boy that had everything Steve dressed like he was scraping by for practice, "We have to win this Steve..."
His eyes lit up, "Did you just call me by my name?"
"Miracles happen." You whisper as he places his forehead on yours, "You don't hate me."
You moved your head softly and he sighed, "Then we have a lot of practice to do in the next few weeks... I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you Steve. I just don't trust myself." Your words cut through the room, Steve smiled at your admittance, "Then it's a good thing you have me as a partner, cause I trust you enough for both of us."
"Don't be a sap." I chuckled, "My father.."
"He is tough." Steve's eyes start to twinkle under the lights in the room, "I have a tough father too."
You start to say something else when Steve's eyes are darting back and forth, he pulls his forehead back, his face blushing and I can't help but look at his lips. He was attractive, you knew it, but you didn't want that to stand between the two of you. He was still leaned in, his tongue wet his lips and in a moment that felt like all would be okay, you kiss him.
Your lips meet his, hands pulling his shirt and a soft hum leaves his lips as he returns your presses. You let out a soft moan as his hands land on your hips and pull you into him. When you feel his tongue along your lips, the softness making you pull back, "Oh shit! I'm sorry..."
"Whoa. Nothing to be sorry for princess. I wanted to kiss you too." Steve looked at your lips then he must have noticed your panic as he backed up, "We can talk about this later... practice?"
You nod, "Give me a minute." You touch your lips, you can't do this. Romance isn't in your future. Steve is curious, but he is used to giving others space so he offers a soft touch to your wrist, "We are going to talk about it though."
"Sure." You answer, just enough to facilitate an end to this conversation. He backs out of the room, bottom lip captured between his teeth and a smirk of all smirks on his face. He hits the door jam as he twirls outside the door, you catch the glimpse of a fist in the air as his other hand ruffles his hair.
The fuzzy feeling back as you lean against the locker, hip sore and your lips lightly dusted with sweet memories of his.
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Another month goes by, practice after practice. You and Steve both ramping up the effort on your routines. The ice bathes you are taking helping your legs go beyond their initial stopping points. You were spinning about, twirling when Steve stops you with a huff, "You're not leaning into it, do you think I want to drop you?"
You catch his eyes as you shake your head, "No, we can go again."
"Why bother? You have barely spoken to me since we kissed, did I do something wrong?" Steve braced himself on your forearms. You need to come clean, tell him what is stopping you, but instead you just want to change the subject, "I've just been into winning this pair skate. Sorry."
Steve frowned, "Whatever. Let's go again."
You danced the routine four more times. Your body aching for you to stop, it had been less and less rest. You wanted to breathe this routine, then out of no where you cramp and crash to the ice. You landed hard. A shrill noise leaving your lips. It wasn't Steve's fault you fell, but it might have appeared that way. He rushed down and his hands on your hip made everything warm and fuzzy. Why were you doing this? Why was your body so pliable around him?
"Fuck.. you okay princess?" Steve's eyes fall on yours, "I think I may have.."
"My fault, tilted.... it's okay... can you help me up?" You meet his eyes as he lifts you easily back into his arms, "Can I ask you something?"
Steve looked at you and nodded, "Anything princess."
You move his hand to your cheek and it makes you breathe in sharply, "Why do you make me feel all fuzzy?"
Steve's eyes widen, his tongue dancing along his lip and he moves forward, his lips touching your nose, "We should have this conversation off the ice..."
"No. I want to know. I want to lean into the feeling, but I'm worried I'm wrong..." You studder, "I don't do partner or pair skating... I don't date... I'm known ..Is this normal?"
Steve starts to chuckle as he shushes you, his lips now kissing your forehead and your nose, "hey, hey it's okay, so you don't have any experience with this fuzzy feeling?" His eyes find yours as his other arm steadies your waist, with a long breath you nod, "I know how to kiss... I'm not completely pathetic... but I have never felt this type of want.."
Steve groaned as he tilted his head back, "Stop... fuck, I am trying to be a gentleman..."
"I'm not supposed to be... this way with anyone." You watch him look concerned and then he smiled, "You need a chance to relax princess."
"Can't relax." You instantly cut him off as Steve rolls his eyes, "You are pushing too hard on this.." He pokes your hip which makes you wince and he shakes his head, "How deep is that bruise?"
"It's fine." You look away from him, Steve leading his index finger to under your chin, making you look back at him, "We are done for the day, you're mine now, let's get changed."
You didn't argue, something about his tone made you want to listen, made you fuzzy all over your body. You like it.
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There was a frozen lake not far from here. I know more skating wasn't going to help, but I think if we just skated around instead of twirling and falling, well maybe I can get down to why she is fighting me so badly.
I can't get the taste of her lips out of my head. She's more addictive than any other girl I had the pleasure of tasting. I need more. The facade of her being cruel, the way she is driving so hard towards this goal, it's all so endearing.
I like her.
There was a lot riding on this time with her and though she seemed to enjoy the skating and chatting something wasn't right. You were all to familiar with girls that had another on their mind. This felt like you were treading on some other guy's territory. You were not like that.
"Can you please talk to me?" I moved over to a bench on the side of the lake, lifting her over to sit with me, "Are you in a relationship already?"
She breathed out hard, "Worse."
"Worse? What's worse than being in a relationship already?" I looked at her strangely and she pulled my gloved hand into hers. I can feel her nervousness and she took a deep breath, "My parents decided when I was eight that I would be married to the number one male figure skater in the world. It was a stupid dream of theirs to breed some line of perfect skaters. That was why... oh this is so embarrassing.. this is why I was mean to you.."
"Wait... you were mean to me because I was the top male skater?" I raised an eyebrow at the cute turn this story took. She shook her head and let go of my hand to place her face in her hands, "I was mad you weren't the top skater..."
Oh.
Fuck, if that wasn't the cutest thing I had ever heard. I tilted my head closer to her, "So you were like a kindergartener? Making fun of the guy you liked?"
"No!" She popped up all red faced, "I was jealous. You were off with god knows who, doing god knows what and I was stuck.... stuck being me."
"And now?" I leaned in as our noses touched, her eyes then lowered, "You aren't close to the top..."
I pulled back, "You're fucking serious about this.."
"Deathly. Reginald... you know whose son, he is my betrothed. He has been trying to buy into my family and you were the only one standing in his way.." She sighed, "I was hoping that I could get you back to the top, but my father isn't patient."
I sat back, Taylor pulled that stunt all so her brother could win over a princess and be king of ice skating. I bit my lip and started to laugh, the heaps of air filling my lungs let out loud noises as I thought about the absurdity of it all. She watched me and then started to laugh as well, "It sounds stupid out loud."
"Sweetheart, you don't really have to marry him do you?" I moved some of her hair from her face as she looked down at her feet, "I got hurt."
"hurt? when?" I pull her a bit closer and kiss her forehead, "recently?"
She then tells me that it was back when her brother and her were a pair. Someone loosened the blades on their skates, so when they landed a double trick it completely destroyed the meniscus in her brother's knee and stretched a tendon along her hip bone. So it gets tense randomly, hence why she keeps falling. I brushed my thumb over her fingers as she spoke and thought about how the trick was, where her foot placement was and within a few minutes of quiet I turned to her, "I have an idea for that, but besides that can I ask you a question?"
She smiled at you, "of course."
"Do you like me?" I was sincere with my question, I needed to know that this feeling I have for her was reciprocated. She moved and then her lips were on mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth, my hands cupping her cheeks and a small whimper enters my mouth as I continue to taste her tongue. She was heavenly and as we parted she looked at me, "I like you Steve."
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The drive back to your apartment was filled with kisses and brief touches of each other. I was hungry for her skin and for the way she would sound as I gave her all the pleasures of my mouth against her body. I had never felt this sure of someone, this connected, it was more than our past, more than just the skating. I really liked her.
Stopping the car I ran over to where she was trying to get out of the passenger seat, I let the door close before I carried her princess style to the doorway, opening the door with one hand, closing it behind us before pushing her body back against the door in a desperate attempt at staying close to her as we undressed. Her mouth matching mine and in it's intensity the soft moans we made for each other was passing back and forth like a tennis match of saliva.
My shirt was off, then her pants, her shirt, then my pants, till I was standing naked in front of her. Till she was naked in front of me. In the moments of red, orange and golden brown from the sun setting her body was the most beautiful piece of skin I had ever seen.
She was glowing. She was mine.
"Steve..." Her voice carried off as I slipped my lips down her neck, the soft moans and her hips started to try and press towards me. It made me laugh, she was so hard on herself, no one took any care with her. You would, you would take all the care in the world with her.
Your mouth slides down her collarbone, over her breast, a quick flick of your tongue made her gasp and then a moan of your name. Fuck, here we go, trailing down further you are careful of her stomach, the deep shades of purple along her hip have you caressing and lightly kissing. She meets your eyes, "It looks worse..."
"Don't lie to me princess. I know how bad this is." I tilted my head, "Be good and let me take care of you babe, okay?"
"Babe?" She gasped as I continued down and then mumbled, "I like that..."
I smiled as my nose hit her curls, the smell of her heat and impending sweetness beckoning me, but I wanted to treasure all the first moments with her, mine, I had never been one to love unconditionally, not like this, platonic-ally yes, but to have someone who I liked this much. It was intoxicating.
I kiss softly till I can bring my fingers to swipe over her folds, she was wet and it was sticking to the hair causing you to be pained, your cock hardening just from the sight of her naked in your apartment. You stopped and looked up at her, "Touch me." the whispered words made her eyes widen, her fingers find my hair as I dive into that sweet spot between her thighs, she opens and a loud moan spills from her parted lips, pleasure drooling from my own parted mouth as I glide my tongue up and down her folds, pressing my fingers into her thighs and pleading for her to move with my mouth. My tongue dipped inside of her and I watched her shiver with pleasure.
 I could be down here all day. The way she watched me, she had no idea what was coming next, how she tasted on my tongue. Fuck. That little nub of sensitivity that I slid a finder tip over that had her thrusting into my mouth. I needed to taste her release, I needed to watch her come unglued.
I pulled away from her entrance, my mouth sucking and kissing at her clit before I hear her beg, "Please..."
"Oh princess.. don't worry, I got you." My fingers loop over her slick to slide easily inside, she's so tight, the product of skating, the act of tensing and releasing for a sport. It makes me shiver thinking of her beautiful canal around my cock. I curl my fingers, beckoning her orgasm to come, leaving my index still curled, I pull what I call a King move, my middle finger able to rub higher and gives a curled butterfly affect. She gasps then my name leaves her lips over and over. I softly slide my hand up to her breast as my mouth is attending to her perfect little clit. Fuck she was such a good princess for me, I wanted nothing more than to taste her on my lips for the next month.
That's when I heard her curse, a single, "Fuck!" as her stomach jolted and her release coated my forearm, I slowed with my movements, allowing this beautiful creature to come down completely. My tongue gliding over her skin, I cleaned up her thighs, leaving some trace of her release as I wanted to glide in nice and easy. She looked down at me, "Steve..."
"Feel better princess?" I smiled kissing back up her stomach, "Want to keep going?" I question as I suck a spot along her shoulder, I watch her perfect skin turn reddish purple from my mouth, "Or you still thinking about being engaged?"
She moved to shift away when I moved my gaze to match hers, "If we continue, you're mine princess.."
"I want to be yours Steve." She whispered and I smiled as I kissed her lips which made her smile as her hand came down and circled my length, her thumb sliding along my slit to better collect the precum that inevitably appeared after my adventure between her legs, "Oh princess... tell me to stop..."
"Don't want you to stop Steve... need you..." She whispers as her nose hits my neck, her perfect lips sliding along my skin, nipping and licking. I was transfixed with the mix of her hand and mouth. Fuck. I moved her hand away as I slid down my own length, I was ready for her. I scooped her up and wrapped her legs around my hips, her eyes watched as I pushed her back against the wall, "Hang out."
She nodded as I slid inside, it was warm, wet and so fucking perfect. I pulled out and thrust harder up, then the rocking of my hips became instinct, like I knew how to please this woman, her moans and gasps filling my ears like they were a new song. It was a tune I needed to hear over and over again. My hips rocking into hers my hands take real estate on her ass, that perfect little round that I watched bounce about the ice when she would fall.
I remembered the bruising so I slowed down, it was answered with her legs squeezing tighter and her mouth gasping against my ear, "Don't slow... already bruised... bruise me more..."
I chuckled and started to thrust deep and slow, "No can do. I don't hurt princesses, it's not very gentlemanly. You'll still cum this way."
And she did, over the next hour I had her in various ways against the wall, she came two more times before I finally spilled my own release down her inner thigh. Pulling out to fully embrace that there was not protection between the two of us. Inside I hoped for a time where her carrying my child wouldn't be scary.
I liked her.
As we both stopped breathing heavily she spun around capturing my lips. The softness she showed me was more than enough to have me falling head over heels for the girl. I adored her little grunts when I thrust a bit too rough and her little taps of her nose against mine when she wants my attention.
She showered and the two of us sat in bed, we talked about our lives and finally I got to know the woman behind the cruel words. The best part.. I'll say it fifty more times.. I liked her.
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The next month was filled with practice after practice. We had one day a week where we were to recover and that day was filled with our bodies connecting over and over again. I quickly figured out that she really like when I kissed her stomach, and she learned that my nipples were quite sensitive.
It was heavenly.
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That was until one practice, we had a rough time nailing a trick, so she offered to practice off the ice. I wasn't a fan, but the poor girl was sore from the falls. We were in the back practice hall when I heard a voice calling, "Beautiful? You around?"
I stopped in my tracks causing her to look at me. As her eyes followed my gaze I saw the sudden change, the fear. She walked over to her bag, tossing on a sweater, and her nervous shakes were even apparent without my eyes always being on her.
That was when he came into the room, he saw her and then me, "What the fuck are you still doing here?"
"Hey to you too." I stifled a laugh and she was silent. There was a pause as I was unsure how to approach all this, you had been living in this bliss with her, but it came back to that original conversation, she was engaged.
"I need to talk to you. Alone." His voice was gruff and she nodded. When she turned to me she mumbled something about seeing me later. The guy looked at you, "Reginald. I'm not sure if we have formally met."
"Steve. Be careful with my girl Reginald." I said it like it was the most natural phrase in my life. This seemed to tense Reginald up, so much that he gripped her wrist an hauled her down the hallway. You didn't like that, so you watched as he pulled her into the room that was her changing room.
That's when the door slams and you hear her cry out. A rage takes over as you run down the hallway. You fling open the door, there were screams, I couldn't have tore in there harder if I tried. 
Standing over her was this asshole, Taylor's brother, Reginald. He had her sweater ripped over her head, she was crying and he was panting, "Stupid bitch! You ruined it all, you weren't supposed to like him, you were supposed to just win a medal, have everyone pity you!"
"Stop! Leave me alone..." Her fingers clawed at him and before you could do anything you feel a lump in your gut, "What the fuck are you doing?"
The stranger stood up, throwing her backwards, "You followed us?"
"Reginald." The name was poison on my tongue, but as she pulled her sweater down I could see pain in her eyes. This wasn't right, was she with him?
I know they were engaged, but she made it seem like he wasn't really aware.
"Steve. Can you please go back? I need some time with my betrothed." Reginald's voice cut through the room. Betrothed. Fuck, that's why she was so hesitant. So angry. I looked at her and shook my head, "No can do. Seems like someone forgot to show you how to treat a woman. She's my partner and I don't like the look of you forcing yourself on her."
"She's mine to force." Reginald stood up and smoothed his shirt. We had to skate tomorrow, our final medal winning performance was to be put to the test in front of the British figure skating committee and she was shivering. I stepped to the side, "Leave. Before I have another scandal with your family."
"You wouldn't dare! You'd never skate again." Reginald laughed, "Is she worth that?" His finger pointed at you, I wanted to pull him apart, beat that cocky grin right off his face. She was more than worth a stupid career, she was worth everything.
"Don't touch her ever again. Get out. If you don't, I will make sure you never skate again." My voice didn't waver and Reginald took a step back. He was about to say something when a commotion in the hall made him quickly go past me, he closed the door and I found myself at her side, "Babe?"
"Why? Steve you have so much more to give... don't let me..." Tears streamed down her cheeks and you shook your head, "Because I love you."
There was a gasp and then her lips on yours, the same magical taste you had given into just a week prior. A kiss so full of care, of knowing, but as you surrender to her, the taste of tears stayed salty on your tongue.
Pulling away she is a mess, "I should have told you..."
"You didn't trust me." This was the truth, "Babe. Can you tell me now?"
She nodded her head and then looked about the room, "Can we go back to your place, please?"
There was some cleaning up, but the two of you made it back to your apartment. She removed her sweater, bruises adorned her sides, but you weren't sure if it was from practice or Reginald. Your eyes watched her move, remembering the curves you worshiped, that perfect skin that pinked under your breath.
You picked her up taking her to your bathroom, running a hot bath, she smiled at you and then sat on the ground, "If we win I have to make a decision."
"Princess, if you want him, well go for it, if you want me, I'm here. But if you want a third option, choose yourself before either of us." I sat down next to her as she started to cry. This girl who was determined to showcase her talent for the world, the same girl that used to make me quake with fear. She was scared of not having a choice.
"Let's win this. Let's be champions, then you tell me what it is you want." My eyes meet hers as she nods. I can wait till after all of this.
She took my face in her hands, "Win or lose. I want to choose you."
The heat coming to your cheeks was unmatched and as you kissed her, well everything seemed to fall into place.
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The qualifier with the committee went splendid. They said no other couple stood a chance if we completed the same routine we showcased for them, so when it came down to the Olympics.... You're out of breath, the world was starting to catch up with you. The moves were fluid, you weren't sure if you could really see much more than just her. There was a couple of moments where you swear you held your breath. But as you watch her come down into your arms, the perfect spiral, the perfect connection, the two of you moving as one. In all your skating life you never had a partner that fit you like this. That knew when you rocked one way or the other that they should rock with you. The routine was the standard two minutes and forty seconds.
Your performance with her was anything but standard. The music filled the room, you couldn't hear anything till the last moment where the two of you landed your final jump in unison to twirl together. Her lips a hair from yours as the crowd erupted with cheers, your eyes focus beyond her beautiful face. Chests heaving to look around as you catch the tail end, "It's a perfect score! The King has returned and it looks like the Ice Princess has become a Queen. What a magical performance!"
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A/N: I may make another with these two, I hope you enjoyed that long preview into their world.
Coming Soon...
Eddie Munson had a career as a rockstar, at least he thought he did. That was until the reality that he was a better song writer than singer became his reality. He plummeted into the world of drugs till the movement of ballet came into his dark world. Can a person have more than one chance at creative stardom? Does a metal head have what it takes to be a ballerina?
Find out within the pages of "Dance Like You Mean It"
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Hey, I just read your Derry Girls 'your mum rang me' oliver wood one shot and was wondering if you could do like a weasley reader (maybe percys twin) and do the scene in last series in Derry Girls where erin and james kiss and Michelle is like 'this is incest!'
No problem if can't and sorry if I've spoiled!!! X
We're Not Related
Oliver Wood x Weasley!Reader 0.9k words Warnings: some kissing, potential Derry Girls spoilers Sorry this took so long! I've been in an absolute writing funk that I'm finally coming out of. Thank you for this request, I love getting to steal Derry Girls dialogue! I cackled writing this!
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Oliver gazed down with a smile. His girlfriend- Merlin, he really got to call her his girlfriend!- was laying on his bed reading a book. The quiet, private time together made faking sick and skipping a trip to Hogsmeade worth it.
A tiny, quiet part of Oliver felt kind of guilty. As much as he tried to deny it, deep down inside he really did consider Percy Weasley a friend. Probably his best friend, oddly enough. The three of them had hung out regularly since their second year, sometimes adding Penelope Clearwater to the mix. So going behind his back and dating his twin sister was…. not something Oliver felt great about. But he wasn’t ready for whatever fallout would follow Percy finding out about them.
Instead, he watched her, her Weasley-red hair splayed out beneath her, his heart full of the affection he’d been carrying for the past three months. As if she could feel the heat of his gaze, she looked up, scrunching her freckled nose.
“You’re staring at me,” she observed with a little hum.
“And?” Oliver replied, his soft smile morphing into a smirk.
She shrugged, putting down her book. “D’you need something?”
Oliver helped her sit up and pulled her close to himself. “Nah, got everything I need right here.”
It was a cheesy line. Incredibly lame. It should have made her roll her eyes. But because it was Oliver Wood who said it, gazing at her with those honey eyes, his arms doing that flexing thing that drove her mad, it actually worked. Before she knew it, she and Oliver were locked in an embrace, lips moving in sync, hands gripping tight to wherever they landed. Just as Oliver was gently pushing her back onto the bed, the door opened-
“Oh, you sick, sick bastards.”
Percy Weasley stood in the doorway, Honeydukes package in his hand, his face even paler than usual as his wide eyes surveyed the scene before him.
His twin sister sat up, fixing her hair. “Listen, Percy-”
“This is incest!” Percy sputtered, absently tossing the chocolates onto his own bed. Chocolates he had bought in hopes that it would cheer up his supposedly sick roommate.
His definitely-not-sick roommate made a face. “No, it’s not.”
Percy nodded. “Yes, it is, Oliver.”
“We’re not related,” Oliver pointed out, gesturing between himself and the girl who should absolutely not be in the boys’ dorm, let alone on Oliver’s bed.
“Oh, and that makes it okay, I suppose?” Percy had never felt this level of disgust and abhorrence, and maybe even a little betrayal.
His sister snorted. “Well, it makes it not incest,” she mumbled.
Percy was pacing the small room at this point, his face now beginning to redden and match his smattering of freckles. “Right. Okay. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and say that Oliver had a very nasty head injury from last night’s practice, and you-” He pointed to his sister. “-drank a botched batch of Amortentia, which has caused you to think that Wood here is an appropriate snogging partner.”
She huffed, now officially tired of her brother’s nonsense. “This is none of your business, Perce.”
The prefect’s face now matched his tie. “Oh, but it is, troll face.” His resorting to childhood insults was a sure sign of his anger. “It is very much my business. This can’t happen, okay? You two can’t get together because, putting aside the face that it makes me want to hurl, if you get together, you’ll break up, and then where does that leave me, Wood?” His gaze turned to Oliver, begging his roommate to understand. “You might be my best friend, but she’s my sister, and like it or not, I’ll have to stick with her. Don’t put me in that position.”
Oliver jumped off the bed and rushed to Percy’s side, placing a hand gently on the Weasley boy’s shoulder. “I’m your best friend, Weasley?” His honey eyes were wide, full of wonder.
“Of course,” Percy scoffed. “Aren’t I yours?”
For the first time, Oliver said the words every other Gryffindor already knew: “Yeah, you’re my best friend, Percy.”
The two boys stood, smiling at each other, relieved to finally admit their fondness for one another after years of grumbling whenever someone called them anything more than roommates.
The sound of someone clearing their throats brought them out of their tender moment.
“That’s great and all,” Percy’s sister- no, Oliver’s girlfriend- murmured. “But that doesn’t solve Percy’s… issue.”
Oliver’s cheeks reddened. “Right. Right.” He turned back to his best friend. “Listen, Weasley.” He straightened himself up. “I really like your sister. And we’ve been together three months now, and I’d like to keep seeing her. But I also don’t want to keep it secret from you anymore.” He shrugged. “I dunno. If you can’t trust your best friend to treat your sister right, who can ya trust?”
Percy narrowed his eyes a moment, turning over Oliver’s words in his mind. He had a point.
“You know if you hurt her, I know plenty of spells, right? And I’m not exactly going to punish myself for breaking any rules?”
Oliver nodded earnestly. “Yeah, yeah I know.” He gave Percy a small smack on the back. “We’re good then?”
With a sigh, Percy nodded. “We’re good.” He smiled at Oliver, the two of them officially lost in their own world.
Back on the bed, there came a small sigh. “Merlin, I wish we’d just kept this a secret.”
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I Just Want You To Be Happy - Chapter 1
Pairing - Taissa Turner x Van Palmer x Reader
Warnings - None
Word Count - 4.1k
Summary - With her life in shambles, Taissa seeks solace in the only place she knows, but everything changes when she finds out that Van isn't alone.
Author's Note - 2021 timeline. Also Van doesn't have cancer :)
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Taissa smoothed out her hair and took a deep breath, summoning the courage to open the door. The bell chimed and she glanced around, and after a moment her eyes landed on the redheaded woman behind the counter. She was just as beautiful as Tai remembered, her scars fainter and her blue eyes brighter than the last time they saw each other. Their eyes met, and a look of recognition and disbelief dawned on the woman’s face.
“Tai?”
“Hey, Van.”
It was as if time had stood still, and she could tell that Van felt it too. And despite all the chaos in her life, Tai felt a sense of calm seeing Van again after all these years.
“Babe, did you want to put out this new shipment now, or wait until- oh.”
The moment shattered when you walked out through the beaded curtain. You, a gorgeous woman with shining eyes and graying hair, wearing a flannel shirt that Tai knew was Van’s. You immediately clocked the tension in the air and put a comforting hand on Van’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper something to her. She turned to you and smiled softly, a look that had once been reserved only for Tai. Her head began to spin, and when Van turned back to her, her voice sounded muffled and far away. She stumbled forward, and just as she tried to reach out for something to hold onto, her vision went black.
When she came to, Tai found herself in a new yet familiar bedroom. Van’s bedroom. Your bedroom. She walked out slowly, as if in a trance, and found you and Van standing in the living room, talking in hushed voices. Then you glanced up and saw her, and your face lit up with a friendly smile. “She’s awake.”
Van turned to her with an unreadable expression, her eyebrows pinched together in that adorable way that Tai both loved and hated. “Tai,” she said, sounding strained. Then she gestured to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Y/N, this is Taissa.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said, giving her a small wave. Taissa could only nod.
“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn’t super weird? I mean, it’s been a long time. A really fucking long time.”
Taissa looked away, unable to make the words leave her throat. Van’s gaze softened slightly.
“It’s happening again, isn’t it? The sleepwalking?”
Tai smiled, big and bright and fake, and made finger guns at Van. “I got you something,” she said, walking over to her purse. She pulled out the pen she’d bought from the trucker and clicked it nervously as she approached. She chuckled as she handed it to Van, who smiled as she reached for it.
“Holy shit,” she breathed as she inspected it. “I can’t believe they still make these.”
“Yeah, you remember when we swapped that fancy guest book pen for one of those at Shauna’s wedding?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Taylor almost had a stroke. I can see her bosoms!” She turned the pen over with a look of bewilderment, holding it out for you to watch as the ink drained away to reveal a naked woman. You and Van laughed at the same time, and Tai couldn’t tell whose voice was whose. “Oh my god,” Van said, locking eyes with you. Tai’s smile faded.
Then Van looked back at her, all levity replaced with concern. “So,” she asked, her voice low. “How bad is it?”
Tai didn’t answer.
“I’m gonna go back down to the store, and give you two some time to talk,” you chimed in, smiling reassuringly at Van. You placed a hand on the small of her back and she reached out to stroke your side, nodding.
“Okay,” she agreed, and you leaned in and kissed her. It was a comfortable, loving kiss, one you had clearly shared countless times. Tai’s stomach twisted into a knot.
“Alright, come on,” Van sighed once you left the room. She sat down on the couch and gestured to the spot next to her, her eyes never leaving Tai. “Sit down and tell me all about it.”
So Taissa did just that. It was difficult at first, but Van was patient and understanding like always, and eventually, she shared all the things that had been haunting her for the past few weeks. It felt good to finally open up, and Van was the only person who could make her do it. They fell right back into the rhythm they’d had as teenagers, and if she tried hard enough, Taissa could pretend that nothing had changed.
“Well, what now?”
“Well, um, first I was hoping I could take a shower.”
“I’m serious.”
“Well, so am I. I just hitchhiked across Pennsylvania. I do not smell great,” Tai laughed. She knew that Van would see through the deflection, but if she didn’t laugh, she knew she would cry.
“Alright,” Van agreed after a moment. “I’ll get you a towel and some clothes.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Van stood up from the couch and stretched, and Tai stayed there with her knees held to her chest for a few seconds longer. Then she got up and followed Van into her bedroom, leaning uncertainly in the doorway.
“So, you and Y/N. How did that happen?” Tai asked, with her best attempt at casual conversation.
“We met on a dating app,” Van said dismissively, not looking up from the dresser.
“I never took you for the online dating type,” Tai commented. “How long have you been together?”
“A little over five years.”
“Wow, five years. That’s a long time.” Tai tried to ignore the aching in her chest. “So, are you living together, or…?”
“Yeah, we are,” Van sighed. “They moved in three years ago, a few months after they started working at the store. And you should be grateful because they’ve got some clothes that are more your style.” She held out a stack of towels and clothes, with a black turtleneck on top that Van wouldn’t be caught dead in.
“A-are you sure? Shouldn’t you ask-?”
“They won’t mind,” Van snapped tiredly. Taissa took the clothes, feeling dejected, and followed Van into the bathroom. “You can use any of the soaps and shampoos we have in there. I’m gonna help Y/N close the store, and then we’ll be back up. We can talk more about what to do then.”
“Thank you, Van,” Taissa said, and Van nodded. She started to walk away, but Tai called out before she could reach the stairs. “Wait! How much does Y/N know about me? About… us?”
Van scoffed. “Enough,” she said darkly. “They know enough.”
And just like that, Taissa was left alone.
When Taissa left the bathroom, she heard Van’s laughter coming from the kitchen. It was loud and joyous, just like she remembered, and she couldn’t help but smile. But then the kitchen came into view, and her smile faltered when she remembered who was making Van laugh. You were standing at the stove with your arm around her waist, and she leaned into you as she reached for a tomato. You said something else to her and she laughed again, bumping you with her hip, and you pulled her in for a kiss. Tai knew she shouldn’t watch, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away. Maybe she was punishing herself for all the decisions that had led her here, so many of them rash and wrong. Or maybe she was just trying to remind herself of reality. Van was taken now, and so was she. She had a wife. Taissa fiddled with her wedding ring and stared as you and Van grinned at each other, exchanging words Taissa didn’t need to hear to understand.
“Taissa, hey!” you called cheerily when you spotted her. Van’s face fell when she turned to Tai, giving her a brief glare before grabbing a knife and focusing on slicing the tomato. “Figured you’d be hungry, so we’re making dinner a little early. I hope you like veggie burgers!”
“Oh yeah, I love them,” Tai said with a weak smile.
“Great! They should be done in about ten minutes.”
“Do you guys need any help, or-”
“No, we’ve got it.” Van didn’t even look up from the cutting board.
“Just sit down and make yourself at home,” you smiled. If you picked up on Van’s unease, you didn’t show it. Taissa wanted to believe that you couldn’t.
She sat down at the small table and waited, trying not to watch the two of you as you cooked. Everything was so domestic, and if she weren’t seeing it unfold before her very eyes, she wouldn’t have been able to picture Van in such a settled and tranquil space. Of course, this was what Van had wanted all along, she remembered. She just hadn’t been there for it.
“Alright, dinner is served!” you exclaimed as you took the burgers out of the pan. Tai got up and you handed her a plate, nodding to the toppings Van had set up on the counter. Van dished out a generous helping of french fries for her as she dressed her burger.
“Thank you for dinner, both of you,” Taissa said sincerely as she went to sit down. “This food looks amazing.”
“Of course,” Van replied with a tight-lipped smile.
“What can I get you to drink?” you asked her. “We have Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, beer… babe, what else do we have?”
“I’ll just have some water, please,” Taissa answered before Van could respond. You nodded and filled a glass for her, and she thanked you again. Van grabbed a beer for herself and turned to you, and at the slightest shake of your head, she handed you a Dr. Pepper.
Once her hosts were seated, with you across from her and Van between you, Taissa finally dug into her food. And you were right, she was hungry. She wasn’t sure how many hours it had been since she’d eaten. But even if she had just finished a full-course meal, she wouldn’t be able to deny that this was the best veggie burger she’d ever tasted.
“Oh my god, this is delicious,” she said, speaking around the bite in her mouth.
“Thank you,” you smiled, and Van grinned at you proudly. “The secret is to use Havarti cheese.”
“And don’t forget about your special seasoning recipe,” Van said. “That’s the real key to these things.”
“Well, yes, but I can’t divulge all my secrets,” you replied playfully. “I would lose my air of mystery.”
“Well, whatever it is, it’s amazing,” Tai said genuinely. You and Van both smiled at her.
“So, Taissa, have you ever been to Pennsylvania before?” you asked. Tai shook her head.
“I’ve driven through it a few times, but I’ve never stayed anywhere.”
“In that case, we’ll have to give you a tour around town one of these days. Show you all the best spots.”
“I’d like that.”
“Oh yeah, Y/N’s a great tour guide,” Van said. “They know this town like the back of their hand.”
“Yep, born and raised,” you said proudly. “Van had lived here for years before we met, and she still didn’t know half of the best places.”
“It helped you keep date nights interesting,” Van shrugged, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“That’s ‘cause you weren’t that hard to impress,” you fired back. She laughed, and you gazed at her adoringly. Tai took another bite of her burger.
After that, the conversation became stunted and awkward, with you putting in more work than Tai and Van combined. Despite the tension, you were a perfect host, and Tai had to admire that. Once everyone had finished eating you stood up and gathered the dishes. Van tried to help you, but you snatched the plate from her hand and planted a quick kiss on her forehead. She shot you an annoyed glance but opted to take another sip of her beer instead of protesting.
“Let me help you with the dishes,” Taissa said as you turned on the sink.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re our guest.”
“I showed up unannounced and you took me in. I insist.”
“Well, alright then,” you smiled, handing her the sponge.
Van sighed. “God dammit. I think I left my phone down in the office. I’m gonna go get it.”
“Okay,” you nodded, giving her a reassuring glance. The two of you shared a look, but Van had disappeared down the stairs before Taissa could decipher what it meant.
“Is she okay?” Tai asked.
“Just a little overwhelmed, I think.”
“I hope my being here isn’t upsetting either of you. I really don’t want to impose.”
“Oh no, don’t worry about it. We’re happy to help.”
“Are you sure? I can get a hotel room-”
“Nonsense.” The look on your face made Tai wish the floor would open up and swallow her. “I know the history you have with Van. Some of it, at least. And we are going to do everything we can to help you. You can stay as long as you need.”
You fell into silence after that, slowly falling into a rhythm as Tai handed you the freshly washed dishes for you to dry. She hated to admit it, but your presence was oddly comforting. She knew it had to be the sleep deprivation, but the calm was welcome nonetheless.
“Turns out I remembered to get my phone at just the right time,” Van said, coming up the stairs just as you were putting the final dish back in the cabinet. “Guess who got ahold of her mom’s phone.”
“Oh no, did April call you?” you chuckled, smiling at her. Van nodded.
“What did she want?”
“Oh, the usual. She told me about her hamster’s day and asked when she could come and stay with us again. And last week at a sleepover she discovered Mary Poppins and she asked if I had seen it.” Van grinned at you as you laughed, walking over to stand at her side. Tai couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Van this happy.
“What’d you tell her?”
“That I love that movie. Then she asked if we had it at the store and if we could watch it the next time she visits. I think she really wants to spend another weekend with us.”
“Oh, you think?” you joked, putting your arms around her shoulders. “What we need to do is give that kid a VCR. I’ve never seen someone so fascinated by VHS tapes, and I live with you.”
“Yeah, maybe when she’s old enough for me to know she won’t break it.”
“Oh, c’mon. She wouldn’t break it if Aunt Vanny told her not to. You know you’re her favorite.”
“Yeah, right,” Van chuckled as she pulled you in for a kiss. Then she sighed, and you furrowed your brow in concern at the same time Taissa did.
“What’s wrong?” you asked her softly.
“Nothing. It’s just, y’know… when your sister took her phone back-”
“Oh no, what did she say?”
“That I look really tired and stressed out, and I should try one of her meditation techniques. I love that woman, but the word ‘tact’ is not in her vocabulary.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” you scoffed, hugging Van tightly.
After a few moments, Taissa cleared her throat, and you pulled back and gave Van a cheeky grin.
“Tai,” Van sighed, as if she’d forgotten she was there. Or as if she wished she wasn’t.
“Who called?” Tai asked, acting as though she hadn’t heard your whole conversation.
“April, my niece,” you answered. “Apparently she got ahold of my sister’s phone.”
“She’s around Sammy’s age,” Van said, and a shiver ran down Tai’s back at the mention of her son. “And speaking of, we need to figure out what we’re doing here so you can get back to him. I mean, did you have any semblance of a plan when you showed up here?”
“No, I… I hadn’t really… thought that far ahead,” Taissa said weakly. “I-I have no idea what to do.”
Van sighed, and you rubbed her arm comfortingly. “Okay, well, then let’s brainstorm. ‘Cause I don’t think what we did last time is gonna work again.”
“I’m not asking you to do what we did last time.”
“Then what do you expect me to do, Tai?” Van cried exasperatedly, stepping toward her. “Look, I get that you need help. But I have a life, and I can’t just put everything on hold because you decided to come up here and drop your fucking anvil on me out of the blue!”
“Van,” you said, your voice steady. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I just-”
“No, you’re right,” Taissa interrupted. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Oh, fuck you, dude. Don’t make me convince you to let me help you. You know I’m not letting you leave here like this, so at least you could have the decency to actually ask for my help.”
Tai turned to face Van, the meltdown brewing inside her evident in her eyes. “I killed my fucking dog, Van. My wife is in the hospital. I’m losing my fucking mind, and I’m terrified! Like all the way. Like I haven’t been since… I can’t ask you for your help, ‘cause I don’t want to hurt any more of the people I love! God, what have I done?” she sobbed, putting her head in her hands.
“Hey. Look, we’ll figure it out,” Van said softly, stepping closer and rubbing her back. “Come on. We’ll figure this out.” She opened her arms and Tai buried her head in her shoulder, clutching desperately at her sleeve. Van held her and stroked her hair as she cried. Then she looked up and met your gaze, a sad look in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Tai sniffed when she finally stopped crying. “I-I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Van breathed, still rubbing her back.
“Why don’t we all just take a breather?” you said calmly. “We can worry about coming up with a plan tomorrow, once we’re all rested and in a better headspace. We can watch a movie, I’ll make tea and popcorn. How does that sound?”
Van turned to Tai, who nodded feebly. She couldn’t muster a verbal response. She could barely look you in the eye. She hadn’t felt this drained in years.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Okay,” you smiled, and Van gave you a grateful look.
“Come on, you can choose the movie,” she said, leading Tai to the stack of tapes by the TV as you made your way to the kitchen. “You can look at the ones down in the store too, if you want.”
Tai welcomed the distraction and quickly found her favorite movie in Van’s collection. Well, what her favorite movie used to be.
Van woke up hours later to the sound of static coming from the TV. She turned it off and looked to see both you and Taissa asleep on either side of her. She pushed your head off of her shoulder gently and stumbled up from the couch, making her way into the kitchen for a glass of water. Then she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she spun around, and suddenly Taissa was kissing her. Through her sleepy daze, she recognized that this was wrong, but she couldn’t find it in herself to stop it.
“Whoa, Tai,” she gasped when she finally pushed away. Then she saw the dark look in Taissa’s eyes. “Oh, you’re the other one, aren’t you?” she murmured. Taissa nodded slowly, bobbing her head in a mesmerizing circular motion. “What do you want?”
��This isn’t where we’re supposed to be,” she rasped, beginning to walk away. Van stood there, baffled, trying to make sense of what just happened. Then she realized that Taissa was approaching you, and alarm bells began going off in her head.
“Hey, hey. No no no. No! Taissa!” Van leapt into action, dashing to the couch as fast as she could. But Taissa got to you first and slammed her hands onto your shoulders, startling you awake. She was gripping you hard, and Van saw your eyes fill with fear as she leaned in.
“You,” she growled. You whimpered.
“Don’t fucking touch them!” Van shouted, shoving Tai away and planting herself in front of you. She glared at Tai as she woke back up, her eyes darting between you in horror.
“Oh god, what did she do? What did I do?”
“Just don’t, Taissa.”
“Van, I’m so sorry. I-”
“Fucking. Don’t.”
You grasped Van’s hand from behind her and relief washed over her. But she couldn’t let her guard down just yet.
“We’re going to bed,” Van said, her voice gravelly. “We’ll discuss this in the morning. Get some sleep, Taissa.”
She turned and helped you to your feet, ignoring Taissa’s muffled sounds of protest. Once you were in your bedroom she locked the door and turned to you, worried tears in her eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked, placing a hand on your chest.
“I’m fine,” you reassured her, covering her hand with your own. “Are you okay?”
“Did she hurt you?” Van said, her voice pleading.
You shook your head. “No. No, she didn’t hurt me.”
“Oh, thank god,” Van gasped, pulling you into a tight hug. She always knew that her past would come back to haunt her, but she had hoped that she would be able to protect you. But now her worst fears were starting to come true, and she felt just as helpless as she had back then. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“Hey, come on. You have nothing to apologize for. You know that.”
“No, I do,” she insisted. “I’m the reason she’s here. I knew how dangerous she could get, and I just let her-”
“Van-”
“-I shouldn’t have made you deal with her, this is my mess-”
“Van!” you exclaimed, finally getting her attention. “It’s okay,” you said softly as you tucked her hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing gently against her scars. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”
“I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt by this,” Van croaked.
“Give me a little credit. I can handle myself just fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t need to worry about me. You told me everything I needed to know about Taissa’s sleepwalking, and I told you I was okay with her staying here. I’m not going to shun her for something she can’t control. And she’s your friend. We have to help her.”
“You know she was more than just my friend,” Van said with a pained expression.
“I do. I know that.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “And that’s why she came to you for help. She wouldn’t have if she had anywhere else to go.”
“She tried to kiss me,” Van blurted. “Before she… woke you up.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. “Okay.”
“Okay? What do you mean, okay? It’s not okay!”
“You’re right, it’s not. But she didn’t know what she was doing. And I’m not angry or jealous if that’s what you’re worried about,” you smiled. “Look, we’re gonna get through this together. Just like we always do. I take care of you and you take care of me, right?”
“Okay,” Van sighed. “But if she so much as touches you again, she’s staying at a hotel.”
“Whatever you say, baby” you grinned, kissing her cheek and pulling her into another hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured into your chest. “So much.”
“Let’s get some sleep, hmm?” you breathed, slowly rocking her from side to side. Van nodded.
Once you were both ready you crawled into bed, and Van wrapped her arms around you tightly. “You’re too good, you know that?” she mumbled as you nuzzled into her neck. “You’re too good for all my bullshit.”
“Maybe. But your bullshit gives me something to do,” you smirked. Van laughed.
“Well, you’ve sure got a busy schedule now.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. And you know how much I hate being bored.”
Van rolled her eyes and kissed you, passionate and gentle. She could feel your heart beating, and the sound grounded her like it always did. Taissa coming back into her life had thrown her mind into utter turmoil, but she knew that with you by her side, she could handle anything. You really were too good for her, but she’d be damned if she was ever letting you go.
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Hello, Can I request Shane, Harvey and Elliott (separately) with a Cocky M! Reader who likes to tease them.
Shane Harvey and Elliott my beloveds!!! Good taste anon
I was literally just replying the game again recently and I married Elliott, he's so fkin sweet it kills me. Maybe I'm just a big sap tbh
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Various X Cocky Male Reader Headcanons
Partner who likes to tease them
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Shane
➵ He hates it. Okay, no he doesn't, but he does at first.
➵ Shane is the only person in Pelican town who doesn't care about the new farmer, and of course he's the only one the new farmer wants to talk to.
➵ "Workin' hard or hardly workin'?" You'd say without fail every time you were in the saloon together, before you bought him a drink.
➵ Shane tells you to stop, and eventually you do. And then he realizes that he didn't want you to stop, so he tries to figure out how to say that he didn't mind your teasing.
➵ You give him a basket of hot peppers as a gift. He drops one of them. You say "This is why we can't have nice things, Shane!" with that grin on your face. He can't help but grin back.
➵ Then he notices the bouquet stashed inside. Your teasing is even more endearing when you're in an actual relationship, even if it is still slightly annoying. It's one of your charms.
➵ You drink together one night, new years eve. It doesn't hurt to treat yourself every once in a while, though you've clearly never handled alcohol well. Shane has to carry you home, and the whole time you're babbling about where you two should go for your honeymoon.
➵ You're not even engaged, but he's too drunk to argue. Shane stays the night in your place, and your cat sleeps on top of him. He wakes up first with a throbbing headache, and decides that laying on the cold floor is better than on a bed or sofa.
➵ He's amazed that you get up to do farm work, and even stop to make him a coffee. You may be hungover as hell, but you're dedicated.
➵ "You look like hell," He quips, and you laugh. "Thanks, it's natural." Shane kind of regrets being so cold to you... At least you're patient, even if you are a bit of a bastard.
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Elliott
➵ An artist with no muse is hardly an artist. That's what he thinks, anyways, as he goes over his writing notes a thousand times. He meets you on the bridge to the beach.
➵ He mispronounces his own name. He'd been reading a few seconds prior, so he repeats the last words on his mind, while trying to say his name. He calls himself Ellie. You laugh. "Nice to meet you, Ellie. That's my new permanent nickname for you."
➵ Elliott is only monetarily annoyed. Then he realizes he's completely enamored by your little mischievous smile, staring at where you were a few seconds ago even after you leave.
➵ "You're cute when you're focused." You say one day, when he'd invited you into his cabin to wait out the rain. "You crinkle your nose when you're thinking hard."
➵ He hadn't even realized. Wait, had you called him cute? He can hardly focus on his work now, damn you!
➵ He's in Pierre's shop buying a bouquet the same day you are, and you tease him for not making plans with you so you could've coordinated better. Your first date was properly coordinated.
➵ Elliott takes you out on his newly repaired boat, and drops one of the oars into the water by the dock. It's fairly easy to fish out, but of course he's never going to hear the end of it.
➵ "Butterfingers," You click your tongue in mock disapproval.
➵ He rolls his eyes back at you.
➵ Elliott has never been so inspired before - he finishes his book within the year, and of course one of the main characters has your cockiness. You're his new muse. A muse covered in dirt that brings him fresh pomegranates and the occasional feather.
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Harvey
➵ You call him "Doc" even after he introduces himself to you. He doesn't really mind, a lot of people do. Being a farmer, you're one of his more frequent patients.
➵ "Give it to me straight, doc, am I gonna live?" You ask one time as he bandages your arm. You'd been attacked by one of your chickens. Harvey only snorts.
➵ Harvey is just happy to see you unhurt, not only because you stop by every so often to bring him a coffee. He likes coffee.
➵ "You're such a nerd," You tease at one point, but he's not bothered. Somehow, you've wormed your way into his heart with your... Natural charm.
➵ Harvey comes downstairs one evening to a bouquet of flowers on the front counter, along with a jar of pickled vegetables and a card. He knows who it's from, he knows your handwriting. He sends you a thank you letter, one that details all his feelings for you.
➵ You tell him the very next day it's currently pinned to your fridge. He's embarrassed. You can tell.
➵ Despite your habit of teasing him, you never pick on his failed pilot dreams. He appreciates it.
➵ You ask him to talk about things he likes. He rambles on for a very long time, and you're clearly happy to listen even if you don't understand. You call him an adorable dork with nothing but affection in your voice.
➵ Harvey briefly worries that he might faint.
➵ At least you're strong enough to catch him.
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I always choose the orange cat in Stardew sorry dog lovers
Elliott calling me his wonderful man really transes my gender. Also Harvey telling me I look handsome
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dayslynthesix · 8 months
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Charles Leclerc x Button!Reader
(this one is just a little content just because i love summer break and i think i failed a little bit to show just how much lis and charlie are in love in the social!au)
Sicily, Italy.
The warming heat of the sun was everywhere. The towels were warming, the floor of the Azzura (the boat) was warming, and the breeze of the Mediterranean sea was also warming. The summer break started less the 48 hours ago and Lis and Charlie were already on board.
Lis has bought that boat last summer, it was the most terrifying thing she could ever do, at least, thats what her dad has told her, but every weekend she was driving around at 320kmh, so driving a boat was supposed to be easy. But Lis wasn't driving the boat, Charles was. Not at that moment, because tuesday middle morning he was laying down side by side with his girlfriend while she was reading one of her books - Normal People, by Sally Rooney was the chosen one for the trip.
They were together for almost two years, they keep it private and low, only his closest friends and her closest friends (Gia, Catherine and Lauren*) knew about it, and they were fine with that. Until, one day, a rumor was spread around the paddock, and everyone started to pay attention on them.
"Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is allegedly dating RedBull driver and Jenson Button's daughter, Elise Button."
But for him, Elise Button was just Lis, or Fleur de Lis, his girl, his partner, his other half, the only person who fully understand him.
Last summer they spent hidden in some Italy village, Moscazzano was the one, Lis' mom had a summer house there, and once she was a kid she was always there with her family. That summer Charles felt so much love by her family that his heart was overwhelmed with it. He never had the chance or the opportunity to meet Jenson properly, but those 3 weeks he spent there he learned from where most part of Lis personality came from; she was charming, had that amazing sense of humor, smile pretty easily once she feels comfortable, she likes to swim, to lay on the sun, to play volleybal with her friends, to watch Grey's Anatomy and House with her mom and to go take a walk with her dad every sunset.
This summer they spent most of it swimming in the blue sea, while Lis was making them friendship bracelets for the concert they were supposed to go, or writing some poem Charles would never be allowed to read or just laying side by side, holding hands and talking about everything and anything all at once.
Charles and Lis relationship was easy, they could talk or stay at silence, they could talk for hours or just check how each other was, they could just exist into each other space, Lis was as much part to Charles life as he was to her. They knew each other so deep that no one knew how they didn't ended up together sooner.
"Every time i read that Connell wasn't religious but he thought that God made Marianne for him something clicks inside of me." Lis started to say as she closed the now finished book, Charles just hummed to let her know that he was awake, and listening to her "Because I'm not very religious too, but God, life, the universe put you in my life and I think that was genuinely made for me. I love how our life is simple, and how easy it is to be with you, even though we're weren't supposed to be together."
"I think the fact that we drive for rival teams makes things even better, what do you say? We're enemies to lovers?"
"More like rivals to lovers, but just between us, I would let you win just to see you happy." Lis had that, she was just pure empathy, it didn't look like because she was a woman into a mans sport, but she cared, and she would do anything to make Charles happy, including letting him win in Monza, including let him drive her around, including telling him how much she loves him.
"That's not very RedBull of you, honey." he joked
"It's because deep down I'm sort of a Mercedes driver because of my dad." she was laughing freely.
And summer just freeze. In that moment summer felt eternal. Just Elise and Charles, laying on the sun, listening to each other, talking nonsense around the Mediterranean, joking about how Charles wasn't familiar with the sunscreen technology. They just disappeared on those 4 weeks. They went for morning swims, early breakfast, stopping in those small Italian villages, eating pasta and holding each other. They weren't thinking about the championship, fast cars, Ferrari or RedBull. It was just them.
Charles and Elise, enjoying the sweet company of each other.
And going to Taylor Swift concerts.
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elisebutton there are pieces of us booth under of every city light, thank you italy, you were amazing with us, grazie 🇮🇹
charles_leclerc you are my favorite place
jensonbutton look how adorable you are, already missing you ❤
laurencaspari i picture you (my best friend) with other girls (charles leclerc) and throw up on the street (actually i went drinking)
priyacaspari looking forward to see you guys racing in monza in 2 weeks 🤗
scuderiaferrari hey @redbullracing are you seeing this?
redbullracing hey, charles, could you please bring back our driver? thank you
maxverstappen1 hey, charles, could you please give back my emotional support friend? thanks
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elisebutton capture it, remember it. thank you so much @taylorswift, i had the time of my life last night, traded soooo many friendship bracelets and it felt amazing to be surrounded by these amazing people - to the girls who were next to us, thank you for making my night insanely beautiful, we're happy and not lonely. and thank you to my lover, my karma, the one that there's some invisible string tying you to me @charles_leclerc for singing all the songs with me, I'll save you a seat at every table
jesonbutton i just know that daniel and mick were with you, i just know
danielricciardo heidi is suffering from post taylor's concert sadness i think we should do it again, same time in a couple of months back in mexico?
schecoperez if you're going to mexico im coming too
charles_leclerc im karma and im your boyfriend
charlisewdc ELISE OMG IT WAS ME AND MY FRIENDS YOU WERE SO NICE WE LOVE YOU
ccaspari make the friendship bracelets take a moment and taste it you got no reason to be afraid I LOVE YOU LIS MISSED YOU SO MUCH THESE MONTHS
georgerussell63 carmen and i are officially tswift fans from now one, thank you for the invitation
maxverstappen1 wait, am i the only one who wasn't there?
landonorris LMAO i think you don't like solo racing after all
elisebutton i invited you, i invited everyone
authors note: after this small serie ends i fully intend to do another social media au with another driver, probably daniel ricciardo x volleyball!player
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pherelesytsia · 2 years
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Overheard and Untold
Pairing: Spencer Reid x female/Pregnant/Reader
Summary: Spencer overhears when Y/N speaks to Hotch and confesses she is expecting a child with Spencer.
Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 1.8k      
a/n:. Requests are open. PART 1/2Spencer Reid Masterlist
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Laughter roared, and the day was waning. The clouds were travelling, and the smoke was rising. Life ruled in the gleaming eyes and alcohol, wine as sweet as honey together with whiskey painted the lips. The mood was exuberant and worries were forgotten for a moment, slipping into nothingness.
Y/N had not touched the food on the plates and the vegetables in the colourful bowls. It tasted good, was delicious, but she could no longer smell the odour she once liked much and grimaced nearly in disgust as the wind carried the scent in her direction. She sipped and emptied the glass full of water. The ice cubes remained at the bottom and slowly faded away in the rays of the sun.
The long dress covered her lovely body, making it impossible to spot the barely noticeable bulge she could hide from curious gazes. The sun shone down on her but Y/N avoided the drinks and the food she knew she wasn’t allowed to consume, had been reading books she had secretly bought, still unsure how to break the news to her boyfriend. Y/N was delighted, but every time her lips tried to form to the words of all words, the strength she had gathered in her heart disappeared, couldn't look Spencer in the eyes and tell him what needed to be said. They had never talked about the subject of having children before, to have a family and it had never been necessary to speak of it, it was a subject not spoken of at the dinner table nor on long drives through the streets of the crowded city.
Doubts were clouding her mind. An icy shiver danced down her spine. Y/N had imagined it differently. She wanted to live in a small house and be a married woman, yet she had found the right partner for life long ago, but Y/N did not know how Spencer would react to the news.
Suddenly she felt a pair of eyes resting on her, studying her features closely. Y/N gave JJ a weak smile. She wanted to place her hands on her stomach in a protective gesture, a habit she loved too much, but before Y/N could do so, she curled her fingers into the flowing material of the dress she was wearing. Confusion spread through JJ´s eyes. She didn't have to be a detective to notice that something was wrong with the young woman, who seemed exceptionally calm and deep in thoughts. JJ turned to her friend and took her gaze from the others gathered around the barbecue in the tranquil garden, laughing and chatting with each other and witnessed Spencer in a dark suit standing next to Hotch dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt.
            "Is everything alright Y/N/N.", "Of course, what should be wrong with me?" Y/N answered, forcing a smile.
JJ strolled towards Y/N and left the richly set table behind. She knew her friend well and knew something was wrong with her, that something troubled her greatly and even a blind man would see at first glance that Y/N was unwell. The façade shielding her features was well built but her eyes betrayed her, let know she was deeply troubled.
            "I've known you for more than seven years Y/N/N, you can talk to me. Is it about Spencer? I'm worried about you, you've been acting unusual the last few days, the last few weeks to be accurate." said JJ in a worried tone.
            "I'm sorry you were worried about my wellbeing; I didn't mean to worry you JJ. I'm fine." Y/N laughed it off. "And Spencer is Spencer, he's not capable of hurting me. I probably need a few days off. That’s all, you don’t need to worry. It’s just too much, the stress, the last cases and the lack of sleep." added Y/N quickly and JJ nodded.
JJ halted next to Y/N, staring her straight in the eyes, trying to figure out what had happened, hoping she wasn't lying to her, but the answer she gave sounded plausible and reasonable.
            "If something was going on, would you let me know?" she huffed.
Y/N turned, faced her friend and flashed a faint smile. Her gaze was clouded and fear was evident.
            "Of course, I would tell you, but there's nothing I should tell you,” Y/N answered.
“Hotch has gone into the kitchen and you can ask him if you can get a day off, you work as much as Spencer and you deserve a day off more than any of us. You look really sickly and maybe you should ask for a week off instead of one day. Go to Hotch. I'm sure he'll understand." JJ said.
She gave Y/N´S shoulder a gentle squeeze. Y/N was about to protest but then nodded, knowing JJ was right and as Y/N imagined a day off she smiled peacefully, longing for a day when she could sit on the sofa and sleep or watch a movie with Spencer.
            "Okay. You're right, I'll go and see him in a minute or should I rather go tomorrow?", "Do it now." she interjected and Y/N nodded.
No goodbyes escaped as Y/N turned her back on her friend, walking away, not noticing the questioning looks her boyfriend was giving her, paying no longer any attention to the conversation between Morgan and Rossi chatting about the food on the grill.
The cold tile floor made her shiver. Y/N leaned against the frame of the door and clasped her hands in front of her body, shielding the precious treasure which didn’t need protection. The air turned colder. Questioningly, the tall man turned around and immediately knew that Y/N had not come to talk about the nice weather.
            "Is everything all right Y/N/N? Is there anything I can do for you?" Aaron asked, setting the jar he had filled with water down on the kitchen island.
Something incomprehensible came over her, didn't know how to start. Confidence left her body. Y/N let her eyes wander around the kitchen, speechless, seeing the expression in the man's eyes as he looked down at her kindly. To Hotch, Y/N was like a daughter and he felt his heart begin to ache and the worst thoughts try to overtake him as his thoughts travelled to the darkest corner of his mind.
Hotch took two steps and lowered his hands on her shoulders but he did not press her to his chest. Loving words assuring her that all was well again escaped him and when their eyes met the dams broke and the walls crumbled.
            "What happened Y/N? You know you can tell me anything.", "I'm sorry, I don't know. It's." stuttered Y/N, unable to form a clear sentence.
Soothing tones Hotch uttered and gently his hands travelled down her spine, trying to understand what had happened to Y/N who was no longer his co-worker or employee but his daughter. His keen eyes travelled swiftly across her body but he could see no open wounds, no aching healed injuries gracing her skin. Suddenly tears clouded her vision.
            "Y/N calm down, you can tell me everything. You are my child and if you have a problem, you can tell me, I will help you and I am convinced that all of us will help you, especially Spencer. We are your family." Hotch said.
            "I can't," Y/N spoke.
His hands rested on her shoulders and again he repeated the words he had said dozens of times. Urgently he looked into her eyes, trying to find the answer but nothing else but sadness and fear encountered him on his long journey. Slowly the walls she had built around herself began to crumble, no longer able to keep them alive as more warm tears travelled down her face, leaving marks she could no longer cover.
            "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. I have told no one yet.", "Of course, I'll keep quiet," Hotch replied, gladdened she was speaking.
            "Not even Spence, especially him. I have to tell him myself," Y/N whispered in a broken voice.
            "I'm pregnant. I haven't told him yet." Y/N breathed boldly.
Suddenly she felt like an idiot.
            "I know I should have told him a long time ago but I just can't, I don't know if he even wants kids. What if he doesn't love me. You can't imagine how many of my friends have to raise children without a partner. I don't know how he will react to it. We'd have to find a new flat and I know I wouldn't be concentrating on my work for the next few months, maybe years, but on our child and what if we are expecting twins?" she bubbled away, unable to stop, needing to get the words off her chest she had kept to herself over the days and weeks.
            "I know I'm an idiot.", "How long have you and Reid been together?" Hotch interrupted Y/N.
A gentle smile graced his lips, but Y/N didn’t witness the happiness in his gaze.
"Almost five years," Y/N answered.
            "How long do you live together?", "Over three years," Y/N whispered.
            "Who took care of you when you were shot and on bedrest? Who washed you and took care of you?" Hotch huffed again, even though he knew the answer.
            "Spencer. He washed me, cooked and even carried me around the flat. Doctors’ orders. I made fun of him for that, and I know he would take care of me if I would have to stay in bed. I know him, yet I fear his reaction." Y/N cried quietly.
"My dove, you are overthinking. You have found the answer to your questions, you have answered it by yourself. Spencer loves you; he is always by your side and would never leave you. He will be delighted and will read all pregnancy related books he will get." Hotch replied in a gentle tone.
Carefully, Hotch brushed away the tears before they could fall. Reassuring words escaped and the heavy burden disappeared from her heart and a faint smile graced her lips, already looking forward to the unknown future, praying Spencer would stay by her side as Hotch said.
            "You should tell him today; he is not only the father of the child but also your boyfriend of more than seven years and we all know he loves you and would never leave you. You don't have to worry about it," he assured.
He witnessed the fear still rested in her gaze. Faintly, Y/N smiled. She shrugged her shoulders, unsure why she still hadn't found the strength to tell Spencer, her boyfriend, the man she trusted more than herself.
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tightjeansjavi · 3 months
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The Hills Have Eyes | Chapter 3
“It’s Dieter’s world and we’re all just living in it”
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A/N: So, before we get into the chapter I just wanted to put a disclaimer out there regarding the nature/genre of this fic.
Dieter is a very fluid individual. He is in an open sexual/romantic relationship (Polyamorous relationship) with his PR wife. Dieter and his wife are allowed to sleep with whoever they please (sometimes sharing partners/hookups) as long as it stays out of the medias eye. Dieter chooses to marry his wife because not only is she in his inner circle, she is just like him and therefore he knows he doesn’t have to hide who he truly is. Dieter and his wife are both bisexual and as someone who only recently came out as Bi this year, there will be moments where Dieter feels shameful of his lifestyle. Particularly because his sex life is extremely vibrant and fluid. That being said, things will get messy and in the eyes of Hollywood, things will ultimately be exposed. Dieter’s lifestyle may be triggering for some,and I will make sure that every chapter has the appropriate warnings listed. This series is stepping out of my comfort zone, but I am very excited to dive back into this story in particular.
~word count: 6.0k~
Pairing | Dieter Bravo x f!reader x OFC! (Aubrey Plaza face claim)
Summary: a glimpse into Dieter’s life 16 years later
Warnings: smut, polyamorous relationship/lifestyle, open relationship, multiple sexual partners, PR marriage, F/M, M/M partners, unprotected PIV, (wrap it kids) Anal sex, oral (m & f receiving) mentions of drinking and smoking weed, brief feelings of sexual shame, semi-public sex, dom/sub vibes (M/M) daddy kink, Dieter might be a bit of a sex addict, mentions of cheating, grudges from the past, old feelings rising, reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color, body-type, Dieters maid is described to be plus sized. There is one mention of Dieter holding her hair but no descriptions of her skin color. Readers nickname is Sweet Tart, No Age Gap, +18 minors dni! Please please let me know if I missed anything!
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You wiped the sleeve of your hoodie against your cheek. The fabric was stained with your tears and remnants of makeup. You were sure that you had raccoon eyes from your mascara running down your cheeks, but did you care? No. Not when just a little under an hour ago you found your fiancée (now ex fiancee) balls deep inside your (now ex-best friend) How could they do this to you? How could he do this to you? You had just sent out the fucking wedding invitations last month. The venue was booked, and you already had your dream dress bought and stored safely in your closet.
Now none of that mattered as you nursed a cheap bottle of wine along the steps outside of your home. You didn’t hesitate to dial Dieter’s number in your moment of need. You had memorized it by heart, and despite the years that had passed with no communication, you were able to swallow what was left of your pride and call him. The dial tone rang, and rang, and rang, and just when you were about to hang up, Dieter picked up.
“Sweet Tart? To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your number pop up on my screen?” Dieter spoke softly into the receiver.
“Dee..he—he cheated on me.” You spoke just above a whisper.
“Who did? Your fiancée? What’s the fucker’s name again? Eric? Fucking tool. Always was a prick back in highschool. Sweet Tart, I’m so sorry, my dear. Are you okay? Where are you?”
“He cheated on me with Melanie. I caught them in our bed. I got home from my meeting early and we—we were supposed to go out to dinner. I’m outside on the front steps of my home in San Francisco. That’s where I live now.” You sniffled and took another swig from the bottle of wine clutched in your fist.
“Mel? Wow. Always knew that one was a cunty little slut but I never would have thought that she would stoop that low.” He tsked disapprovingly under his breath. “San Fran huh? Well, why don’t ya leave and come back on over the bridge to Los Angeles. Leave that life behind and let those two assholes have each other. You could pawn the ring and burn all of the fucker’s pictures.”
You were full on sobbing now as the realization crashed down over you that your life had now drastically changed and it was no longer picture perfect on the outside. Tears were blurring your vision as you struggled to regain your shattered composure. “Dieter, I can’t just—I can’t just leave. I love my home and my job and there’s—there’s nothing for me in LA.”
“Oh, Sweet Tart. I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to make you cry. What do you mean there’s nothing for you in LA? Babe, I’m still here. Well, I live in the Hollywood Hills now but you’re more than welcome to come and visit, ‘kay?”
You pressed the rim of the wine bottle against your temple as you questioned why you called Dieter in the first place. Was it just the wine in your system talking? Did you miss your best friend that terribly, that you had no one else you could possibly call?
“Dieter, I appreciate your offer, but I can’t just leave my fucking life behind like you can.” Your tone was bitter and your words were harsh. You didn’t mean to snap at him, not really. You were just hurt and frustrated and overwhelmed. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw your ex fiancée drilling into your ex best friend in your fucking bed and it was all too fucking much.
“Sweet Tart, why did you just have to go and be so fucking mean, huh? I was just trying to make you feel better. You’re the one that called me. Go sob to someone else if you’re gonna be that way. I thought after 16 years you would have dropped that fucking ridiculous grudge that you’ve been holding against me. Here I thought that maybe my best fucking friend was just calling me because she missed me! Guess not, huh? Guess I was wrong again. I’m sorry that your fiancée cheated on you. He’s a rotten son of a bitch that clearly has no idea what he’s got. I’m even more sorry that your so-called best friend betrayed you like that too. The world fucking sucks sometimes, Sweet Tart. It chews you up and then fucking spits you back out. You’re not the first one to be cheated on like this and you won’t be the last. You wanna wallow away in self pity, and stay in that house and keep working that mediocre job? Be my fucking guest. Don’t call me crying, and then get upset when I tell you how you can fucking fix it.”
Fuck
“Dieter, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, you know that right? I’m just hurt and angry and fucking overwhelmed! I know I shouldn’t have gone and taken that out on you. It’s been 16 years and I have no reason to hold anything against you.”
“No. You meant what you said. C’mon, Sweet Tart. You’re a big girl. Stand behind your fucking words.” The pads of his fingers pressed deeply into his temples as he sighed. He didn’t want to admit that your words really fucking hurt. They sliced right through him and obliterated his already pathetic heart.
“Listen, my offer still stands. I’ll text you my address, and if you want to come and visit, you’re more than welcome to. Just don’t go and leak it anywhere alright? You should maybe go and get a hotel room for the night or something. I wouldn’t want to sleep in my bed after all that but that’s just me. I’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow morning, Goodnight, Sweet Tart.” Dieter didn’t wait for you to answer. He just went ahead and hung up the phone before tossing it on his towel that was resting on the pool chair.
“Dieter—Dieter?” You finished off the bottle as you struggled to pull yourself up to your feet. You could go and get a hotel room with no problem. Instead you found yourself going back inside of your home and plopping face first onto the couch.
Dieter reached for the abandoned joint that was left simmering on the edge of the heart shaped ashtray that had a Chanel logo in the middle of the vessel. He plucked the joint up between two fingers before placing it between his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he took a long deep drag of the herb, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling it upwards towards the star painted sky. He reached for his phone and unlocked it with a couple taps on the screen. He opened the iMessage app and scrolled till he found your name. A moment of hesitation washed over him as he typed in his address. The hesitation he felt was soon erased as he hit send before tossing his phone to the side once more.
“She probably won’t come to see you. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Dieter spoke to himself through the dry California air. “On the off chance that she does show up..what am I to do then?”
He scratched at his patchy beard with a huff. The joint he was presently smoking was almost completely gone as he tapped a blur of ash into the tray. “Help her get over her stupid fucking excuse of an ex-fiancée.” He muttered as if the answer was painfully obvious.
Your phone thrummed along the coffee table, and even in your grief and drunken stupor, you knew it was your Dieter.
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When you awoke the following morning you could barely open your eyes due to the residue of mascara causing your lashes to stick together as if there was glue on them.
You let out a frustrated huff and rubbed your knuckles against your eyes to loosen up the clumps of mascara.
Then, that dull pulsing pain in your skull began to breach the surface. Fucking cheap-ass-wine hangover.
You struggled to pull yourself up into a sitting position, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt a particular sharp pain. “I am never drinking again.” Something that every adult has probably said a handful of times in their life.
Once your eyes were well adjusted to the early morning light trickling in through the curtains, you forced yourself to get up, snatching your phone up from the coffee table as you headed straight for the kitchen; coffee was needed if you were to make it through the day.
While your coffee was brewing and you were greeted with the familiar drips falling into the coffee pot, you remembered your conversation with Dieter last night, and the things that you both said. Holding a grudge against your best friend..was not a smart move, but it wasn’t like you meant it. Not really, you were just frustrated and hurt, and people say shit they don’t mean when they’re upset all the time.
Your phone buzzing in your palm tore you away from your thoughts and then you saw Dieter's name flash on your screen, and your heart skipped a beat.
Hey, Sweet Tart, I apologize if I was mean to you last night. I know you’re just pissed off at that stupid fucking ex fiancée of yours. Anyway, let me know if you’re planning on visiting soon. I’d love to see you. Gets pretty lonely up here in the hills. It would be nice to see a familiar face.
Dieter sent you the text message after he had fixed himself a screwdriver cocktail with extra vodka to get his day started off on a happy note. Beverly was out of the country, filming for her next project, so Dieter was left alone to his own devices, naturally.
And what’s an actor, such as himself, to do in such an obnoxiously massive house tucked away from the public eye in the Hollywood Hills? Prance around in nothing but a silk robe, and stupidly expensive Chanel sunglasses. His music of choice for the morning was Queen’s, I Want To Break Free.
He had a perfectly rolled joint tucked behind his ear in a light pink rolling paper. He brought the rim of his glass to his lips and took a sweet indulgent sip, before he spun around on his heel to the rhythm of the music. His softened cock swung freely between his soft thighs.
Dieter was never shy of his sexual appetites, and those he wished to partake in them with. He’d never actually put a label on himself, but if the question ever arose, he’d proclaim himself a proud bisexual.
“It’s gonna be a good day, Bravo.” He hummed to himself and reached up for the joint tucked behind his ear. “It’s gonna be a good day indeed.” He reached for his lighter across the expanse of the counter top. He sparked the joint up, taking a long drag with his eyes softly shut in a relaxed blissful state.
They snapped open at the pleasant chime of heels clacking along polished tile. His maid, who he had been fucking with and without Beverly in the mix, was leaned against the entry way of the kitchen, clad in nothing but a garter belt and Louboutin heels that he purchased for her.
“Good morning , Mr. Bravo.” She purred through her pretty painted lips.
He drank in her attire (or lack thereof), her supple, luscious curves with a lazy grin plastered on his scruffy face. The joint dipped down between his lips while he admired her a bit longer, eyes raking down her body in a lustful gaze.
“Good Morning to me indeed, wowza.” He whistled. “Can I get a spin from ya, baby doll? Are those the pretty heels I got you? You’re absolutely rocking them, my dear.”
She giggled, soft and sweet. The heat rose to her cheeks from the compliment he bestowed upon her. “They are, sir. I think they’re quite pretty too.” She gave him a little spin, twirling around like a ballerina.
He pushed himself off the side of the counter in a very Dieter like fashion. His cock had begun to harden, coming to life at the sight of the beauty that confidently stood before him. “Beautiful.” He whispered, “just absolutely breathtaking.” He swooped in, hand finding purchase around the thick flesh of the curves on her ass. “I have to go for my morning swim, but after…” he trailed off with that knowing glint in his eye.
She dragged a perfectly manicured nail down the clavicle of his chest, swirling it around one of his nipples, the right one that was pierced with a shiny nipple ring through the middle. Her lips pouted like two rose petals, lashes fluttering in a flirtatious manner, “are you sure that your swim can’t wait a little longer, Dieter?” She cooed softly.
With his hand still clasped around his glass of vodka with a sprinkle of orange juice, he pressed his thumb down against her pretty pouty lips. The joint still pursed between his lips, blazing red-hot. “I’m sorry, pet. I promised Jackie I’d start every morning off with a relaxing swim. It keeps me from wanting to put the ‘bad’ stuff into my body.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Your agent is no fun, Dieter. I think she could use a little to loosen up..” she trailed off, letting her nail drag lower, and lower till she swirled it through the coarse, dark hair that sprouted up from beneath his pubic bone. His neglected cock twitched with that aching need, but he was trying to be good.
“She really could loosen up, doll face. I agree. But..I can’t go back on my promises.” He sighed rather dramatically while he kneaded the flesh of her ass between his thick ring clad fingers that glimmered under the patch of sunlight trickling in through the skylight on the high ceilings above their heads.
Just when his pretty faced maid was about to drag her nail across the weeping head of his cock, he declined because he really was trying to be good. “I promise, after my swim, I’m all yours.”
Dieters routine swim didn’t last as long as he planned it too..but to be fair, it was hard to turn down good pussy that was practically being served to him on a fucking silver platter. His naughty maid had laid herself out on one of his pool chairs, thighs spread wide for his view while her painted nails played with herself, dragging through the mess of arousal that leaked out for him. She kept her red bottoms on because she really did feel pretty in them, and she was grateful that Dieter was the type of celebrity to share his wealth with everyone.
Dieter found himself fixated on the spot between her thighs, glistening, pulsing under the rising hot California sun. He licked his lips, pupils darkening while he pulled himself out of the pool.
He feasted upon her sweetness, her taste. He lapped between her folds, dragging his tongue across her needy clit in long, languid strokes that had her throwing her head back in ecstasy. His hands were anchored under the thick flesh of her ass, keeping her spread wide open just how he liked it. The tip of his tongue swirled in a figure 8 motion that had his naughty maid crying out his name in no-time
Dieter. Dieter. Dieter.
His first meal of the day was one that left him feeling full, and satisfied. The scruff of his beard glistened in her release when he came up for a quick breath of air. “Naughty thing you are, doll face. Spread wide open for all of the Hollywood Hills to see?” He gave her left ass cheek a playful swat before his fingers dug in once more. “Naughty.” Another swat, a playful nip to her inner thigh. “Naughty.” Devious eyes peering up between her silken cunt, “Naughty” a whisper of warm breath that kissed her skin the way that rain does.
He was about to dive right back in, when his phone blared loudly on the poolside table. He grumbled from the disturbance before he pressed a chaste kit to her swollen clit. He sat up with a huff, running his fingers through his damp head of curls, and reached over her to grab his phone.
When he saw your name light up on his screen, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, or the way his heart did a fucking somersault in his ribcage. “Sweet Tart is calling, you gonna be a good naughty maid and suck my cock while I take this call?” His brow raised suggestively in her direction, cinnamon brown eyes flickering with unabashed mischief.
His naughty maid was already sitting up on her knees along the pool chair, crawling towards him while he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He twisted his wrist in a languid, corkscrew motion, while his unoccupied hand swiped across the call button on the screen.
“Sweet Tart, how are you feeling this morning? I gotta say, I’m surprised that you called.” A hum nearly crawled up the back of his throat when his maid wrapped her pretty painted lips around the head of his cock. He threaded his fingers through her hair, gently holding her head. His ring clad fingers glistened under the blazing sun when she began to slowly bob her head.
“Hey, Dee. I feel like shit.” You laughed softly through the receiver, biting down gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m sorry..for how I treated you last night.”
Dieter allowed himself to take one shuddered breath when he felt the tip of his cock kiss the back of his maids throat. The little gagging noise she made sent his eyes rolling back into his skull. “How come you feel like shit, Sweet Tart? It's okay. I know you didn’t mean what you said. You were just upset, and understandably so.” He glanced down at his maid, and in a praising motion he mouthed, good girl.
“Too much shitty cheap wine. My head is pounding out of my skull right now. Nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix, huh?” You sighed, leaning back against the countertop. “I know, Dee, but you’re my best friend. I shouldn’t hold a grudge against you just because we’ve barely spoken in sixteen years. It’s not fair to you.”
“Well, that’ll do it. But you know the best cure to a hangover is to keep drinking, Sweet Tart. You really don’t have to apologize, okay? All is forgiven. I’m not going to hold a grudge either.” He paused, thinking over his next choice of words carefully. “Have you given any more thought to my offer? It still stands, and I’d love to see my best friend again.”
He took his lower lip harshly between his teeth when he felt his cock twitch in his maids mouth. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold back a groan from bubbling over. He made the executive decision to pull himself out of her wet mouth with a soft pop. He used his chin to press his phone against his shoulder so that his hands were free to mold his naughty, and very eager maid in the position he wished to fuck her in. His hands wrapped around the outside of her thighs as he gradually pressed her knees towards her chest.
“I won’t apologize for it again, Dee. I promise. I thought about your offer, and I’ll gladly take you up on it. I have some work I need to finish up..but I was thinking of driving over Friday? Does that work with your schedule?”
Dieter dragged the tip of his cock through her slick folds, rolling his hips forward slowly, catching her clit along the head of his cock. “Oh, Friday sounds perfect to me, Sweet Tart. I can always send a car over for ya if you’d like?”
An extremely light hiss slipped past his parted lips when he finally began to sink into her warmth, loving the way that her pussy pulled him in, inch by inch till he was bottomed out, hips pressed tight to her ass.
That’s it, beautiful. He mouthed to her.
“Oh, that’s okay, Dee. I don’t mind driving myself. But that’s kind of you to offer.”
Dieter hummed through the receiver while he dropped his hand to rest along her hip, ogling at the where their bodies were connected. He drooled a glob of saliva right between the space and used the pad of his thumb to rub it against her clit in tight circles.
“Listen, Sweet Tart, I’d love to keep chatting, but I got a call on the other line. I can’t wait to see you Friday. Let me know when you’re on your way, ‘kay?” His voice was raspier now, deeper, and even a little strained. He thrusted his hips forward, falling into a steady rhythm that had both him and his maid feeling satisfied for the moment.
“I understand, Dee. I should probably take a shower and make myself look presentable. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you as well. I hope you have a good rest of your morning.”
He suppressed a growl, doing everything he possibly could do to not give himself away. “You too, Sweet Tart.” He ended the call in a haste, tossing it to the side, not caring if it fell to the ground and shattered. He grabbed her wrists in his freehand, pressing them above her head in one swooping motion.
“Who’s Sweet Tart?” His maid couldn’t help but ask. It was an innocent question of course. There was no harm behind it. She met his thrusts midway with a gentle roll of her hips into his. A free falling moan slipped past her painted lips. Dieter swallowed it, tongue and all while he pried her thighs apart so he could squeeze himself between them.
“My best friend.” He mumbled into her lips. He continued to strum her clit with his thumb, picking up the pace with his calculated strokes. “She’s coming to visit me this weekend. Haven’t seen her in sixteen years.” He grunted low and deep, dropping his forehead to hers.
She whined beneath him, wrapping her ankles around his hips to draw him in even deeper. “Fuck, Dieter. Your cock is so—”
“Big?” He chuckled in a cocky tone, pulling his hips back slightly before slamming them forward. “I know it is, doll face.” “And your pussy? It’s fucking tight. Silky, warm. So glad you kept the heels on, baby. Y’look so goddamn pretty in them.”
And then, of course when they were both on the edge of an impending orgasm, his goddamn phone rang again, but this time it was Jackie, and she’d have his head if he ignored her call.
Frustrated, and unintentionally edging himself, Dieter reached for his phone, answering it with an anger grumbled breath. “For fuck sakes, Jackie. I’M BUSY!” He snapped through the receiver, not caring if he would get chastised for it. He hated being interrupted when he was on the verge of coming.
“Well, good morning to you too, Bravo.” She snickered on the other end.
“This better be fucking important, or I swear to god.” In the same breath he whispered to his maid to get on all fours. He slipped out of her wet, hugging warmth, impatiently.
“Just wanted to check in and make sure you got your laps in today. Oh, and don’t forget, you have dinner with Nicolas Cage tonight at seven. Do not be late.”
Dieter fought the urge to roll his eyes because goddammit, Jackie, this couldn’t wait??
“Yeah, yeah. I got my laps in alright. And I was absolutely enjoying the fabulous sunshine, and being balls deep inside of my gorgeous maid when you oh so rudely interrupted us!” His tone was clipped and cold. He gave his cock a few quick tugs before he lined himself at her entrance, notching his tip between the seam of her pussy and slipped right back in. He gave her ass a firm smack!
“Dear god, Dieter. That is information that I definitely did not need to know.” He could already picture Jackie rubbing her temples, and shaking her head.
“Yeah?” He grunted deeply, and placed his hand against the curve of her spine, pressing her down further into the pool chair. She arched her back towards him, letting out a string of profanities when the tip of his cock reached that spongy spot inside of her deliciously. “Well, maybe don’t call me before nine a.m next time!”
“Dieter..it’s nine-thirty right now.”
He threw his head back frustratingly. “Oh my fucking god! Jackie, can I just call you back?!”
“Sure, Mr. Grumpy pants.”
He muttered a fuck off before he tossed his phone completely out of reach. It miraculously landed on one of the nearby pool chairs. (He couldn’t fathom having to get another phone)
He was kind enough to come on his maids back, painting her in hot ropes of his release. He tasted himself along her skin, dragging his tongue slowly through his come. He wrapped his fist through her hair, gently tugging her head back so that he could give her a proper kiss, and so she could have a taste as well.
He slipped out of her slowly, feeling somewhat satisfied, but his agent calling him really soured his mood. It was written all over his face.
“Dieter?..” She asked him while he was using a pool towel to wipe his come from her back, and between her thighs.
“Yeah, doll face?” He met her gaze, pursing his lips, feeling his shoulders sink forwards because he knew he didn’t do his job to the best of his abilities.
“Do you think you can?…” she trailed off.
“Of course I can. Hold that thought, ‘kay? Let me go grab something inside.”
He pressed a light kiss to her hip bone before he pushed himself up from the chair and sauntered back inside. He stopped in the kitchen for a couple quick puffs, before he continued on his mission. He felt slightly embarrassed, and a little angry that he didn’t do enough to make her come. He always had been a huge people pleaser, especially when it came to pleasing his sexual lovers.
He shook that gnawing feeling of shame off his shoulders for now. He dug out his box of sex toys from their home in his walk-in closet; There wasn’t anything that his Hitachi wand couldn’t do.
And so he fucked her again, this time with no interruptions, and with the wand placed directly against her clit, it sent rapid vibrations through both of their connected bodies. It was a bonus that he got a second orgasm out of it as well.
In no time they were both a sweaty mess of tangled limbs with Dieter’s scruffy cheek pressed comfortably against one of her pillowy tits, lashes shut, breaths coming out in hot, quick pants. He pressed a chaste kiss to her clavicle before he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, shall we, doll face? Then I’m gonna cook us some well deserved breakfast.” He hummed.
She nodded blissfully, tangling her fingers through his messy head of curls. “Clean me up with your tongue, please?” She gestured with a cocked brow to the sticky, drooling mess between their still connected bodies.
With a lopsided, sex stained grin, the actor nodded with absolute enthusiasm. In a haste he slipped out with a soft, wet, squelching noise. The wand was tossed to the side, and his tongue delved between the seam of her pussy once more.
He loved to please.
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It was approximately two hours before Dieter would be meeting Nicolas Cage for dinner, and the nerves were already beginning to tingle and bubble. The itch was building, crawling up his spine, but he was trying to be good. So, he’d have to relieve his impending anxiety in another way.
Dieter’s Dom frequently visited on the occasions when the actor needed him most. And right now, Dieter needed to clear his head desperately.
Dieter was in the shower, letting the scalding spray of water ease the strain in his back when the bathroom door creaked open. His eyes were closed as he felt the blood begin to rush to his cock in anticipated excitement. As much as the actor loved to fuck, he equally enjoyed being fucked as well.
His hand dropped down between his thighs, thumb stroking across the head of his cock. He was already imagining himself being split in two, right down the middle, while being called a good boy, when he heard the clink of a belt, and fabric dropping to the tile floor with a soft thump.
He rolled his shoulders forward, taking his lower lip between his teeth when he felt the presence of a rock solid body behind him, a strong arm wrapped around his middle yanking him back swiftly. His head lolled to the side, dropping against the man’s shoulder. He pumped his fist around himself a few times, feeling the heavy press of the man’s cock against his ass.
“Hey, pretty boy. Y’called?” The man’s voice was deep, lax, rumbling and low against the shell of Dieter’s ear.
“Mhmmm. Hiii.” Dieter whimpered with his lower lip still trapped between his teeth. His back arched, molding into the man’s hard chest and taut stomach. “We gotta make this quick, ‘kay? Got an important dinner tonight with Nicolas Cage.”
“Mmm.” The man hummed against Dieter’s ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth. “That’s nice, baby boy. We can make this fast, sure. How about you bend over a lil’ for me and spread your cheeks.” He commanded firmly.
Dieter's cock twitched pathetically in his hand from just the man’s voice alone. “Mhmm, daddy. That’s the one. It’s a big deal for my career. M’so excited..” he trailed off while he released his cock from his grasp. He slowly bent over, reaching behind him and placed his ring clad fingers on both cheeks, spreading them apart. He could feel the man’s hot gaze drifting downwards.
“Always such a good little cockslut for me, baby boy. You’ll have to tell me all about your little dinner with Nicolas Cage next time..” he purred, placing his hand against the actor's lower back, pressing him forward while he grabbed a hold of his own cock in his fist. He gave his wrist a few twists, spitting right on the head of his cock before he notched the head between Dieter’s spread cheeks. “Y’ready for me, baby boy?”
“Mhmm. Please fuck me, daddy.” He dropped one hand from his ass to steady himself against the cool tile. He pressed himself back against the man’s cock, inch by inch till he was fully seated on it.
An exchange of deep grunts followed by the man’s hand making harsh contact with Dieter’s left ass cheek. He lurched forward, both from the fullness he was feeling, and the sting along his skin. “Fuck yourself on it, baby boy. Let’s see you do all the work yourself.” He growled.
Dieter remembers the first time he gave into his sexual desires with another man. The first time he sucked a cock with tears rolling down his cheeks, and drool dripping down his chin while he sat prettily on his knees. He remembers the first time he kissed a man, dragged his fingers through a man’s happy trail, left lovebites, and felt the pleasant scrape of another man’s beard against his thighs. He remembers the first time he felt the stretch of a cock, the slap of a man’s balls against him, and he loved it.
“Y—yes, daddy. Whatever you want.” He stuttered out, knees nearly buckling as he rolled his hips and ass back in a circular motion, fucking himself along the man’s cock like the good boy he was.
“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy fucking yourself on my cock.” He praised the actor while he kneaded the soft flesh of his ass between his thick fingers. He met his thrusts halfway.
“Daddy, I—I—need more. Please. Please.” Dieter begged.
“What do you need, baby boy? Need me to take over already?” The man chuckled, giving his ass another firm smack.
“Mhmmm. Please, daddy. I need you to split me in half, please. Fuck me stupid, big boy.”
That’s all it took for his Dom to give in, and Dieter was seeing stars dancing behind his closed eyes as his Dom yanked him back up against his chest, arm possessively wrapped around his middle, and his hand splayed against Dieter’s throat. He fucked into him at a punishing pace, wet skin slapping against wet skin.
“Fuck, daddy! Y—yess! S—so good to me! Hnngh. Thank you! Thank you.” He cried out, hand wrapping around the base of his cock once more. “Tell me you love me, daddy. Tell your baby boy that you love him.” He groaned deeply, feeling himself already begin to fall apart.
“Daddy loves you, baby boy. He loves you, and this tight fucking ass.” The man grunted against his ear, hot breath kissing his skin.
It didn’t take long for Dieter to hit his crashing orgasm, fist pumping wildly around his cock as he coated the ridiculously expensive shower wall in thick, hot ropes of his come.
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On the drive over to the restaurant that Dieter would be meeting Nicolas Cage at, he felt relaxed, confident, and in character. Dieter would always pretend to be anyone but himself when he’d meet new actors, business partners, and the likes of Hollywood. It was as if he had a switch that he could just turn on at random, and when needed. Landing this role would be a huge deal for the actor, and there was no room for him to screw the pooch on this one.
I’m Dieter Fucking Bravo, and I can do anything.
This was his ritual mantra.
He remembered then that he needed to call Jackie, and let her know that he was on his way, and that he needed her to clear his schedule for the upcoming weekend.
“Are we less grumpy than we were this morning, Dieter?” She asked through the smooth sounding speakers in his car.
Dieter thrummed his fingers against the sleek leather steering wheel of his jet black, Aston Martin DB5.
His car was his baby, and his first official ‘big boy’ purchase after becoming an actor.
“Not an ounce of grumpiness in me, Jackie. I’m on my way to the restaurant as we speak.” He said smoothly.
“Oh, good! I spoke with Nick’s agent, and I don’t want you to start celebrating yet, but there is a high chance that you’re going to be co-starring in his next film.”
Dieter perked up from her words, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spill over his face. “Really? You’re serious about that?”
“As serious as they come, kid. But hey, don’t blow this one alright? I think you’re the perfect fit for the role, personally.”
“Pssh. Me? Blow this? Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen! Especially in front of Nicolas Cage! I’d rather step on a nail, or remain abstinent for the rest of my life.” He chuckled.
“Oh, that’s a good one, Bravo. I almost believed you there.” She laughed, and he could picture her shaking her head.
“Jackie? Do you think you can do me a favor and clear my schedule for me this weekend? I have important plans that I can’t miss.”
“Oh? And what is the occasion for these important plans of yours?”
Dieter scratched at the patches between his beard as he rolled his shoulders forward before he leaned back against the crisp leather seat. A smile tugged across his lips, and his heart began to race at the thought of you, his Sweet Tart coming to see him.
“Sweet Tart is coming into town Friday. We're finally gonna reunite after all of these years apart.”
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Dear Neil,
This was supposed to be a thank you note. It clearly got away from me so I apologise in advance:
I don’t remember when I bought my first copy of Good Omens. Sometimes it feels like the knowledge of it was dropped into my brain one night and I woke up with a copy in my hand and an immediate need to re-read. I would later go on to lend it to a friend, who would become my first boyfriend, and who lent me their collection of Discworld in return. The next copy I bought went to a friend who I knew would love it (and she did). So much that she never gave it back, but I think that’s a loss well-spent. The next copy I bought I gave to my favourite high-school teacher. He taught a mixed mythology/religion class and had a wicked sense of humour so I thought it would be right up his alley and left it on his desk the last day.
By this point if I was carrying anything roomier than my jeans pockets it was pretty likely that I had a copy stashed somewhere with me. So, it was one of the few things that came me when I packed up and moved across the globe 5000+ miles away from any friends or family. I had very few belongings, and even fewer that I liked, but I still had Good Omens. At some point it got so beaten up that I bought a second copy (a sort of “business casual” copy to keep on a shelf for guests, so that my other could stay dog-eared and crammed on my person. I bought a copy of Good Omens in Italian when my reading comprehension because good enough to read something familiar (I’m very fond of that one) and a copy in Spanish for a friend who wanted to do the same.
(I’m in the market for a copy in Russian as we speak)
Good Omens moved with me again after that, to Italy this time. And again, when I moved back to the UK. I was reading it the day that I passed my first degree, then again around passing the second degree. I’ve had a copy on me hiking in India, climbing across the Alps, thrown in with my scuba kit (an accident, but it survived after a little light drying!) on any number of planes, trains, cabs, rikshaws, and at least one motorcycle. It was on me when my partner got sick and we took turns reading chapters over the hospital bed. I’ve read it while in every kind of mood, I’ve certainly hid my face into it and cried more than once. (Directly onto it, I’m now realising that I’ve put it through a lot of abuse). Then again, it is very good at making me smile.
The TV show happened to air a few days before my first-year medical school finals, and I saved it as a treat to watch the day after, on the first study-free day in months. (I love the show, that should go without saying. The care and effort that you, the actors, and the production team put into it is palpable, and as a long-time fan that was so wonderful to see!). The show has since become an extension of the book; it’s the comfort show that another friend and I have watched on-repeat to get through the worst weeks of medical school. It’s also the show I watch with my mother whenever I visit home (she loves it too, and an extra thank-you for that! We historically have very different tastes, so this is something we can finally watch together).
But- the book still holds highest in my heart. I still bring a copy with me whenever (and wherever) I can. It should have its own passport, it has been into more buildings with security clearance than I ever anticipated. As I write this, I’m travelling again. This time Good Omens got to come with me to a new US state and keep me (and a handful of medical and aerospace textbooks) company amongst the humidity. And, just a few days ago, it kept me distracted as I waited to learn that I had passed medical school.
At which point, I thought it was about time I wrote you a thank you.
I feel like I’ve owed you a thank you for writing Good Omens for a long time now. It has saddened me for years that I will never get the chance to give the same thanks to Terry Pratchett, so I’ll thank you double on his behalf. And, thank you to the TV team for giving it another new angle. Your work has meant so much to me for such a long time that it feels almost silly to say. Whether by accident or design, it has been present for so many pivotal parts of my life that I feel intrinsically tied to it. I love the characters and the story dearly, and I’ve never found any other book that scratches the itch for fiction in my brain like this one. I look forward to bringing it to even more weird and wonderful places in the future.
-Danny C.
I just wish Terry had been able to read this too. You are so welcome.
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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years
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Reminder: Zack Fair NSFW ABCs
Just Sayin’
Thank you for that! I accidentally deleted the other one so I'm glad you resent it
Zack Fair NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: Mommy kink, pegging, edging, oral (both receiving). If you don’t like it, then scroll away and/or block me. 
Rating: NSFW under the cut. Proceed with caution
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(Zack how is it legal for you to be this cute?!?!?!?!)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Zack is the KING of aftercare!!!! He’s doing every page in the book!!! He’s giving you a bath, giving you massages, the whole shebang!!! If you want anything to eat, he’s heading out to the kitchen (or ordering something online) and making your favorite food. If not, then he’ll cuddle you and put on a movie
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Zack is the kind of person who doesn’t have a favorite part. Both on you and himself. He thinks everything about you is beautiful and everything on him is handsome (self love people!!!!)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Zack’s cum is kind of thick, but not by much. But at least there’s a lot of it!!!! His favorite place to cum is either on you or in you. But he’ll only do it in a condom. Unless the two of you are ready to start a family, it’s gonna be strictly in a condom. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s always wanted to be a femboy but he’s to afraid of being caught and humiliated. He even bought a dress and a couple of cute socks but never got a chance to wear them cause he’s that afraid. 
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
This I’m a little torn about. He gives me the vibe where he doesn’t know what he’s doing and his only exposure to sex is through porn. But he also gives the vibe that he does know. So I’m torn. 
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Zack never likes to be rough so his favorite positions are ones that he can be soft and gentle on you with. So that includes missionary, cowgirl (both reversed and regular cowgirl), and lotus. 
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
OH FUCK YES!!!!!! He loves to be goofy!!! He’s goofy all the time! When foreplay is happening, he always blows raspberries whenever he can. And he will giggle the every time you shriek and squirm. He loves how ticklish you are. 
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Oh yes!!! They definitely match the drapes. Unfortunately, he’s not that well groomed. He’s too afraid of shave cause the last time he tried, he accidentally cut himself. And he doesn’t trust any razor that says that it wouldn’t cut skin. 
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He takes intimacy to the MAX!!!! I’m talking, champagne, candles, rose, EVERYTHING!!!!!! And since I see him at a service dom, he’s making sure you feel good every time. You’re pleasure comes WAY before his
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Zack becomes SUBBY when he jacks off. There was one time you caught him in the middle of it and he accidentally came all over himself. And let’s just say his world was rocked for the next couple of hours
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Since Zack is a switch/service dom in my books, here’s a few kinks that I think he will have:
Mommy kink: this man whines it so cutely that you can’t help but giggle a little. Bonus points when he paws at you, wanting kisses. 
Pegging: He LOVES it!!!! He never thought in a million years it would feel this good! He’s almost addicted to it. 
Edging: Oh my god, he loves it. On both you and him!!!! He thinks it’s so cute to hear your cute little whines. And when he gets edged, he’s a squirming mess. He’s begging and squirming, wanting to cum so hard. But edging really happen. Again, he’s more about the intimacy. 
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He will do it everywhere in your guys’ shared apartment but that’s it. Public sex freaks him out. He doesn’t want anyone to catch you guys. He’ll get so embarrassed. 
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you give him massages and massage around his ass. He gets so hard and he can’t help but grind into the sheets. Another thing that turns him on is whispering the most dirtiest things in his ear. The blush that appears on his face is so adorable!!!
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He refuses to have rough sex with you. And he does not want to hurt you in any way. Even if it’s something as small as spanking. He’s such a sweet baby boy!!!!
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves oral. Again, both on you and on him. But be aware when he eats you out, he won’t stop. You taste SO good to him. Also, sit on his face! He loves it
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes it nice and slow. Again, he loves the intimate parts of sex and not the rough. But if you convince him, he will go a bit faster. But being rough is off the table. 
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies are not his most favorite thing in the world, but if it’s a situation where a quickie is needed, then yeah, he’ll have one. Just don’t expect them to have them a lot. 
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Zack is not one for experimenting. Unless it’s position wise. That’s the only exception. 
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He’ll go as long as you want to, but the most he can handle is from about one to two rounds. Anything more than that, then his vision becomes hazy and nearly passes out. 
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys are questionable. He’s starting to come around to the thought of vibrators. But everything else is still questionable.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Teasing he’s somewhat okay with. It doesn’t happen a lot, but when it does it’s so worth it!!! Both if he teases you and if you tease him. 
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
There’s two ways this can go, either whiny subby baby, or gentle service dom:
When he’s subby, he turns into a whiny, moaning mess. He loves the feeling of you in him. He loves having you stroke his cock and making him cum so hard while having the cutest face on. 
When he’s domming, he doesn’t make a lot of sounds. You’ll mostly hear him whisper sweet nothings in your ear and maybe a few groans here and there. And when he’s whispering in your ear, he’s stroking your hair too, letting you know that he’s still there. 
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
There was one time you had a threesome with Cloud. Through most of the time, you and Cloud dominated Zack. Was it worth it? Yes. Would he do it again? Who knows? 
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s HUGE!!!! It’s shocking to see how big he is and yet how gentle he is with you!!! He’s almost 11 inches and has a fat girth. And he’s got some heavy balls too. Do with that knowledge what you will. 
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is in the middle. He’s not overly horny and he doesn’t have a really low sex drive either. To him, if he wants to have sex, then he’ll ask you (CONSENT IS IMPORTANT PEOPLE). If he doesn’t, then he doesn’t.  
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’ll fall asleep once he knows you’re cleaned up, comfortable, and asleep. And when I tell you this man gives the best cuddles!!!! He’s like a big teddy bear!!! And he’s like you’re own personal heater!!!
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TRANSLATION: TR Character Book "Remember You!" Post ending developments
Wakui-sensei only did this for some of the characters in the book.
Note: Translation isn’t 100% and I may take some liberties in translating certain things for a more colloquial approach. Anything in brackets are my personal notes.
Sano “Mikey” Manjiro:
I’m a racer at 27 years old and my partner is Ken-chin! My dream has always been riding bikes, but my number one dream is for Emma find a good husband. Her and Ken-chin’s child will be born soon; I told them to use “Man” [“万” from his own name “Manjiro” (万次郎). The "Man" in his name came from his grandfather's, Sano Mansaku, while the "Shin" in Shinichiro's name came from their dad, Sano Shin.] in their name, but was met with strong opposition from both of them and called it lame. Those guys… I started to wonder whether or not my own name was lame.
Shiba Hakkai:
Taka-chan and my older brother seem to hang out a lot and they didn’t even think to invite me along. I like both my brothers, but it annoys me neither one of them take an interest in me. When I went home for my birthday, something smelled like it was rotting and my big brother, Yuzuha and Taka-chan were all there. It looked like they were trying to make a birthday cake for me, with Taka-chan teaching them. It tasted horrible and I cried from happiness from them trying to express their love.
Baji Keisuke:
Mansaku-san [Mikey’s grandfather] asked me to train and teach at Sano Dojo once in a while. Even though Mikey is a prodigy, he’s terrible at teaching and seems like I’m better at this than him. Immersing myself in teaching kids karate on top of my daily studies became a good change of pace for me. I want to be a veterinarian but I’m not very smart, so it’s a long and distant dream. Whenever I feel frustrated, sweating it out [in the dojo] mentally prepares me to keep doing my best. It’s my second home.
Hanagaki Takemichi:
At 26 years old, I’m currently an assistant director with a dream of becoming a film director. Everyday is an odd job, but Hina makes me a bento everyday. Before I head out every morning, she tells me “Do your best!”. When I come home completely disheartened, she’ll drink with me over dinner while listening to me complain. I’m a very lucky guy.
Matsuno Chifuyu:
Baji-san and Kazutora-kun always comes over to my house to eat since they have no money; it’s almost like extortion. But I can’t raise their wages without a reason and I can’t exactly refuse either. When the 3 of us cooked for the first time, the food was a mess, burnt and tasted thin. After suffering through that, I went out and bought tons of recipe books. Now, I’m cooking for 3 at a pro-level. They’ve recently been coming over, happily waiting for me.
Mitsuya Takashi:
While establishing my fashion brand TAKASHI MITSUYA as a designer, I hired Yasuda-san as my assistant, my assistant manager from the Handicraft Club back in middle school. She somehow married Peh-yan last year, even though their relationship were on bad terms. I hear Yasuda-san grumbling about him often while we’re working. From what I heard, Peh stuck with Pa-chin even after being married.
Ryuguji “Draken” Ken:
Emma and I live on the lower floor in the same apartment complex as Takemitchy and his wife. He came crying to me saying, “Even though we’re newlyweds, Emma-chan’s at my place every day and I can’t be alone with Hina.” The 4 of us are eating nabe [hot pot] together again.
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