Letters to Joe

Well, here I am, writing about this man like a teenager (I'm in my twenties)

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I have such a clear picture of Joe and his characters, so... I have a whole page full of headcanons.

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First of all, welcome to all the new people here! I've gain many new followers.

Thank you for that!

Now, to the reason for this post:

Yes, I know I say this all the time, but...

School is hard.

I graduate in December (Finally). There has been so much.

Just like Taylor.... A lot going on at the moment.

So, I wanted to let you know I'm going to try to write more often. Or at least let you know I'm still walking this earth.

Also, I have some questions for you.

Should I do a Masterlist?

Would you like a tag list?

Should I open a AO3 porfile?

I never did a Masterlist or a taglist because I didn't felt like I needed to, but now I have many fanfics, so arranging them couldn't hurt right?

And now that we are a little community, maybe letting you know I posted is a cool idea you'll want to be a part off.

And finally, if someone knows how to use AO3, I need help. From my POV, it's easier to pilot a plane than posting there.

Anyways, thank you for making my work grow like this!

A stupid idea.

Summary: You had a situationship with Michael. It was not clear just how much he should be involved in your life until he declares it himself.

Warnings:  Smut. Fights. Situationship. And I think that’s all.

Enjoy!

You heard a knock on your door that could only be one person: Michael.

Michael was a quiet man. You met him at a bar one night. He was a good kisser who ended up in your bed till morning. He was tall, taking up the whole door frame, and only smiling when he teased. He is demanding, dominant, and protective. He was often emotionally distant.

You opened the door, happily.

“Michael! Come on in.” You said, stepping aside.

“How have you been, gorgeous?” He said, hugging you. “I missed you.” He confesses.

“Me too. The popcorn is ready. Ready for movie night?” You ask, walking towards the living room.

“I am. Been looking forward to it.” He says, following you.

The movie night was going great. It was a bad comedy, and none of you was paying attention. Suddenly, his hands moved beneath you, and he placed you on his lap.

“Hi.” He teased, as his lips tingled your neck.

“Hi.” You replied.

“I missed you. I love spending time with you.” He confessed.

“I love it too. I like having you here.” You say back.

The relationship was not exactly a relationship. It was more of a “friends with benefits” type of thing. The night at the bar was supposed to be a one-night stand, but he called after that, and he came back, over and over. He had a bit of a complicated life and never mentioned wanting a relationship. Of course, you could feel he didn’t want to. He never asked you out. It always felt like clandestine meetings more than anything else.

He was more than happy to share things with you, clearly. You knew he had a daughter. They split up before they got married. He was only allowed to see his daughter on weekends. He was lonely. Didn’t have many friends outside of work, and he enjoyed his alone time.

But there was always this invisible line that you wouldn’t dare to cross. You had specific days to see each other, specific hours to arrive and leave. There was no “I’m staying a little longer” or “You have a drawer at my place.” Yes, he would stay till Saturday morning, but only because he didn’t have to work. On Mondays and Wednesdays, he would be gone by 10 pm.

And of course, once the movie was over, and the clock marked 10 pm, he left the apartment. But, for the first time, he did something different. He grabbed you by the waist and kissed you goodbye.

“I’ll be back on Wednesday, okay?” He murmured close to you.

“Yeah, see you Wednesday.” You said, a shy smile formed on your lips.

“Sweet dreams, gorgeous.” He said as he left.

On Wednesday night, Michael knocked on your door. He was straight after his shift, only covering his dirty clothes with a jacket and a big bag in his hand.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He said, leaning against the doorframe. “I was hoping I could take a shower.” He said, gesturing towards the bag. “I worked a double shift today.”

“Of course, come on in.” You said, stepping aside.

Michael murmured a little “Thank you” and went to the shower in the master bedroom. You followed behind. As he was taking a shower, you decided to put on a little number you had bought a few days ago for him. A cute matching set in black lace.

As Michael stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel from the waiters down, his curls damped from the shower, he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked you up and down as you lay on the bed, and his tongue traced his lips.

“Now, this is a view.” He says as he moves towards you.

He crawled onto the bed, smiling at you with mischief. He settled and your belly, smelling his way up to your neck. He bit it playfully.

“I could get used to this after my shifts. I always get hungry.” He says, biting your neck again, leaving a mark.

“Well, I guess I will have to buy more of these.” You tease.

“Or we could just skip to the main event.” He says, taking off your bra.

He took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking it with enthusiasm. As you arched onto him, he passed an arm under you, pressing you closer to him.

He switches breasts, giving them the same amount of attention. His free hand began to trace your inner thighs, intensifying the sensations. He then kissed you. It was hungry. He moved his hand under your panties.

“Mmm, already this wet for me, baby? This is why I loved this. You are always so willing.” He said, moving his hand up and down, as you let out soft gasps. “And even buying these little numbers for me. You are something else.” He says.

“Michael, please. I need…” You tried to say, but he stopped you.

“I know, baby, I know.” He said, kissing your neck, then your chest and finally your legs, moving your panties to the side.

The first drag of his tongue on you felt like heaven. Michael knew exactly what you liked and how to undo you fast. His fingers stretched you slowly, tempting.

“Almost there already? Not yet, baby.” He said. He got rid of his clothes quickly.

He didn’t waste any time and began to tease your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked. At your eager nod, he entered, pushing almost all the way. He began to move as his fingers found your clit. “You're gonna come on my cock? Yeah, just like that.” He said, moving more and more. Your orgasm hit you soon.

“There it is. Just a little more, baby. I’m almost there.” He said. His movement became frantic. His orgasm hit him, and he lay next to you, holding you close.

Michael was not the greatest in the after care, but lately, there was something different. He kissed you. All over, with reverence, slowly.

“Hey, I… I hate to go, but I’ll see you Friday, right?” He said. He seemed sorry about leaving.

“Yeah, see you Friday.”

Friday night, just about an hour before Michael was supposed to arrive, you received a call from him.

“Hello?” You said, picking up the phone, a little surprised by this.

“Hey. I was thinking about going out for some drinks. So, why don't you dress nicely? I’m taking you out.” He said, with that flirty tone of his.

For a long moment, you didn't know what to say. He never called; he never took you out. And suddenly he was calling you to take you out.

“Sure. That would be cool.” You said, trying not to make a big deal about it.

“Good, I’ll pick you up at eight.” He promised, before hanging up.

When he picked you up, after complimenting you, he walked you to a bar near your apartment.

“So, what are you getting?” He asked as you took a seat.

“I’m not sure. Maybe a beer.” You replied.

“That sounds perfect.” He said, smiling. He called the bartender and ordered two beers. “So, how’s work?”

“Well, my boss is good but demanding. It is a bit stressful. But in general, there is not so much to talk about. How’s your work?” You returned the question.

“My work? Well, it's not the greatest topic of conversation.” He said, but as you kept looking at him, he let out a sigh. “It is a little fun. We spend so much time together than the guys and me… well, we are like brothers, you know? And you get to see people’s routines. Who has pets, who leaves for work at what hour, and who is new to the neighbourhood. That is an entertaining part.” He said.

“Ok, so, any good gossip on your route lately?” You asked him as the beers arrived.

“Well, a couple of people have broken up. One of them was messy. We pick up a bunch of cut clothes.”

He told you a few more stories and bought you a few more drinks. Soon, the conversation was replaced by kisses, and the bar was replaced by your place. You entered the room already tangled in kisses and caresses.

As you woke up, you felt the weight of Michael’s arm around your waist. He would spend Saturday morning with you before he went to spend the rest of the weekend with his daughter.

You slipped with care from bed, letting Michael sleep a little more. You went down into the kitchen, prepping some breakfast. It didn't take long before Michael woke up from his slumber. He found you in the kitchen as you served some coffee. He moved behind you, encircling your waist and kissing your neck.

“Good morning. How’s your head?” He teased.

“Oh, I was not that drunk.” You replied. He laughed.

“Well, I figured since you slept the whole night through.” He said. “You didn’t wake up this time.”

“I didn’t. You notice?” You said, surprised.

“Of course. I notice many things about you.” He said.

You tried not to think about it and changed the topic of conversation quickly.

“Breakfast is ready. You want some coffee?” You said.

You had breakfast together, as you started to clean up, Michael got a call from his ex. He went to the hallway to answer. His muffled voice sounded angry; he was clearly arguing with her.

You kept cleaning the dishes. Michael re-entered the room and sat down, letting out a long, heavy breath. You stayed silent for a moment. You never knew how to act around his personal life.

“I won’t see her this weekend. Leah is taking her on a trip.” He said. He was mad about it.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Leah should have told you that before.” You said as you kept washing the dishes.

“Yeah. She should have. I was hoping you would meet my daughter this weekend. Maybe go for an ice cream.” He said, with a blank stare.

You froze. You dropped the fork you were washing. The sound of it against the sink broke the moment.

“I knew it was a stupid idea.” He said, getting up and locking himself in the bedroom.

You were frozen, but the sound of the door woke you up.

“Michael, let’s just talk about it.” You said, following him.

“Maybe we have nothing to talk about.” He said, picking up his things.

“No, we do. Because it is a big deal.” You replied.

“I know it is.” He said sarcastically.

“So please, let’s just talk.” You tried to calm him down.

“About what? How I thought that there was something between us, and for you, this is just sex?” He barked. “I was stupid for falling for you.” He said, sitting at the edge of the bed. You saw a few tears down his face.

“Hey, no. Michael…” You said as you moved closer to him. You straddle him, cupping his head on your hands and wiping his tears. “I just… we never talked about it.” You said, kissing his cheek. “But I… I let you stay, and I look forward to the days you are here, and I cook breakfast for you… And my favourite days of the week are Saturdays. Because I get to have a moment with you. With no pressure.” You confessed. He looked at you.

“I love you. I truly do.” He said, calming down.

“I love you too.” You kissed him. It was a slow kiss full of promises. “I can meet her next week. We can have a picnic in the park. She can play, I can make us sandwiches, and we can buy ice cream.” You promise.

“She’ll love that.” He said, smiling. “I’m sorry for snapping. I…” You cut him off.

Did you ever imagine we would end like this?

Summary: Since you met Geta, he fell in love with you. Soon, both of you felt deeply in love with each other. But even an Emperor has fears, his: Losing you. So, in an attempt to protect you, he keeps you behind closed doors.

Warnings: Smut. I guess that is all.

P.S.: I am bad at writing warnings, so suggestions are appreciated.

Enjoy!

As soon as you entered the chambers, Geta’s lips found yours, his hands went straight to your waist as we walked you backwards, until your back hit the wall. His tongue played with yours, while his hands traced patterns on your hips.

“I’ve missed you. Your travel was the longest you’ve ever done. And you decided to do it once you had me? Once we were in love?” He said, kissing you in between words. “You are cruel.” He teased you, kissing your neck.

“I am not cruel. If I leave for long now, I know that I have your heart. Before, I only had your friendship, no guarantee I would come back, and you would’ve missed me.” You said, playing with his hair. “I missed you, too.” You tell him back.

“I needed you. My nights are not the same without your warm presence.” He said, pressing you a little more against the wall.

“Neither are mine.” You told him. He smiled and started to guide you to the bed. Your legs hit the edge, and he pushed you down.

“Why don’t I show you just how much I missed your company?” He said, with a depredatory smile.

“I would love that.” You told him, pulling him closer.

He soon reached for your lips, finding them in a messy kiss. His hands reach for the hem of your clothes, tucking them up and getting rid of them quickly. You helped him out of his clothes, revealing his torso. He discarded his underwear, and he positioned himself between your legs, teasing your folds with his manhood.

There were messy kisses and soft caresses between the two of you as he pistoned into you. The sounds of your passion filled the room, even when you tried to be careful about it.

“I miss the feeling of being this close to you. I cannot take a day without you.” As he talked, you could hear the restraint in his voice.

He moved faster and faster, dragging you towards the edge with him. His fingers found your clit, tracing circles over it.

He took a moment to return from the haze, emptying himself into you. Then, kissing your neck, he fell on top of you. Rolling to his side, he caressed your cheek and appreciated your features.

“I promise I will marry you. I just need a little time. People are not happy about war. If something fails, they might take it on you. As soon as General Acacius is back, I’ll take you as a wife.” He whispered to you.

“I understand. Truly.” You whispered back. Of course, your heart broke every time he said something like that. He was protective, but sometimes, it felt like he was distant.

“Thank you.” He murmured as you fell asleep.

You woke up as the sun began to paint golden hues on the walls of Geta’s chamber. He was staring at the window. He seemed worried about something. The conquests that the empire was making kept him preoccupied. He presented himself as a tough Emperor, but he was the brain, while his brother was all instinct.

 Yet he smiled as you as soon as you woke up.

He walked towards you, sitting next to you in bed.

“Did you sleep well, my little dove?” He said.

“Yes, I did. Better than I did on my trip. I needed you.” You said, kissing him.

“I needed you, too. You make me happier than ever.” He said, playing with your hair. “You made me happy since I first saw you. You joked about a Senator, and I laughed harder than I remember I ever did. And I knew I wanted to be close to you.” He recalled.

“Did you ever imagine we would end like this?” You said, smiling from ear to ear.

“No, I did not. But I don’t regret kissing you at the banquet. Your company made every event better, and I felt closer to you after a while.” He confessed.

“It took you long enough. I was waiting for that kiss since the first night we met.” You joked, and he laughed softly.

“Do you think your father will give me your hand?” He asked.

“Yes, he will. He thinks you have… potential. Sometimes he might disagree with you, but he definitely has a soft spot for you and your brother.” You told him, caressing his face.

“I’m glad.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“I must go before there is too much activity in the palace. I will see you tonight.” You promised.  

You kissed him and then slipped away, before too many eyes saw you.

As you walked, you heard a playful voice behind you. Caracalla.

“The sunrise is lovely in the palace, isn't it? Especially from my brother’s chambers.” He teased you with a smile.

“Well, I wouldn’t know.” You said, trying to deny it all.

“But you will soon. We always conquer the lands, and soon I will rule a bigger empire and have a new sister, will I not?” He asked, standing next to you, with a big smile.

The emperors were always together at the events, so every time Geta requested your presence, Caracalla enjoyed it too. Of course, he had an image of you that was watered down on all the wine he drank, given the chance.

“I hope so.” You confess. He draped an arm around you and hugged you.

“My breakfast won’t be so boring anymore.” He says, and then he left you, jumping around, followed by his adored monkey.

You stayed there for a while. You were worried that the rumours of your relationship invaded the court. That was the last thing Geta wanted.

When the Sun set, you made your way to Geta’s chambers. It was almost a daily routine by now.

“Your brother is smart. He knows.” You say. You thought he was going to be mad, but he smiled.

“And, is he happy?” Geta asked.

“He seemed like it.” You said. “You don’t mind that this is not a secret?”

“They will find out sooner or later. I don’t want these to leave the palace grounds, to protect you.” He explained.

“I will be fine. As long as you are mine, I will be yours.” You vowed.

“I will be yours, as long as you are mine.” He vowed back.

Waiting for news on the war was almost agonising. The promise of your union was attached to the outcome of it, and the thought of a failure made you shiver.

For your fortune, General Acacius came back after another successful conquest. A whole week of games was proclaimed. Geta invited you and your father to the first day of them.

Your father was a wise man, he did suspect something might have blossomed between the two of you, so he wasn’t surprised when the invitation arrived.

Geta waited for you at the entrance of the Colosseum, extending his arm to you, as Caracalla went on and on about how excited he was and all the beasts he hoped would be at the games. Geta tried to maintain his composure, but you could see that he was nervous, as he fidgeted with his rings.

“He is happy. When he told me that you had requested our presence for the games, he was smiling. You will be fine.” You said, stopping his movements.

“We must. The one thing someone can deny me is the one thing I want the most.” He whispered back.

“And it will be granted. My marriage might be my father's decision, but not my heart.” You said, granting him a smile.

After the games, as you returned to the palace, Geta asked your father for a talk. They went down the hall. You nervously waited outside of Geta’s study for them to come out.

Caracalla was beside you.

“No one can deny anything to the emperors. If your father does not agree, we can kill him.” He said, calmly.

“We are not killing my father.” You replied.

“It was a suggestion.” He said, raising his shoulders.

Finally, the door opened.

“I trust you will be happy.” Your father said as he left you with Geta.

He wrapped his arms around you as soon as he could.

“I will announce our union during the great banquet.” He said, happily kissing you.

“We will have the richest wines. And music. The biggest party of them all.” Caracalla said, joining you. “I’ll go congratulate your father.” He told you, leaving you alone, once again.

As soon as the union was announced, the whole Empire began to celebrate the future union. The happiest, beside you, were the Senators. They said that perhaps having a Senator in the family would make the emperors better listeners.

Caracalla took it upon himself to organise the wedding, excusing himself in his knowledge of how a good celebration should be made, especially the biggest one the palace had ever seen.

In the meantime, you didn’t have to hide your love anymore. You were a guest at many dinners and at the colosseum. Geta requested your presence often, even if you submerge on reading as he worked. And, in the blink of an eye, the date arrived.

The banquet was truly the biggest the palace had seen, and you danced all night. Your father was happy about the union, blessing it over and over. Caracalla indulged in many cups of wine until he joined you on the dance floor, dancing with his monkey. The Senators were already trying to gain your father's favour.

“I think it’s time we retire, don’t you?” Geta whispered in your ear.

“I agree. Let’s retire.” You answer.

You walked side by side to your chambers. The great doors closed behind him with a loud sound.

He dragged you to bed, caging you in.

“Finally, I get to call you, my wife.” He said as he began to undress you. He kissed each inch of skin that met his gaze. You helped him out of his clothes, caressing every spot you could find.

You kissed and caressed each other with a newfound tenderness. It did not feel like promises, but reminders. For the first time, you did not have to make love to each other in secret.

He kissed your breast, your neck and your shoulders, as he circled your clit with his fingers. Your hand reached for him as you locked eyes with each other. He moved, positioning himself between your thighs.

He soon found your entrance. As he pushed further and further, the echoes of pleasure filled the room. It didn’t take long before both of you reached the climax. He gathered you in his arms.

“I am the happiest to be your husband.” He said. “I promise I will protect you.”

“We do not need to hide anymore. I can show you my love in front of everyone.” You say, smiling.

“I can not wait to have children with you.” He confesses.

“I love you, Geta.” You whisper.

Nightmares.

Summary: Your roommate might be just the remedy you are looking for. And you are just the key to his college success.

Warnings:  Implied smut. Gender neutral (I hope I did this right. Feedback appreciated.). Roommates. Stress. Hurt and comfort.

P.S.: I lost the request of this order but… I wrote It down before writing. So, here it is!  

Enjoy!

It must have been close to 2 am when your eyes shut open. Your heart was racing, and the memory of the nightmare was still fresh in your mind. It was the fifth day in a row.

The nightmares began to appear around a month ago, but as time went by, they became more and more frequent. And it began to affect you. You felt tired all the time, and it was harder to get through your day.

So, in an attempt to calm your mind and body, you made your way to the kitchen of your apartment. As you walked the small hallway, you saw the dining room light on and your roommate looking at a bunch of books.

Eric was your roommate. He moved in a few months ago. He was sweet, but shy. He was studying law and was just a couple of years older than you.

“Eric?” You called for him. He responded with a little sound. “Why are you still up? It’s pretty late.” You told him. He looked up from his books at you, confused.

“Well, it’s mid-term season. I have to study for a bunch of exams, and I think I lost track of time.” He explains.

“Well, you can’t study all night. It won’t help if you are lacking sleep.” You scold him sweetly.

“If not sleeping is bad for your health, then why are you awake?” He questioned.

“I had a bad dream, just that.” You tell him, and he just nods.

You grab a glass of water, and as you make your way to your room, you tell him one last time.

“You should go to bed before you fall asleep on the table.”

The next night, you were determined to sleep, but that didn’t happen. Once again, a nightmare woke you up. In an attempt to help yourself, you bought sleeping pills. So, you made your way to the kitchen for them.

Once again, you found Eric going over and over studying cards. He looked tired, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

“Hey, need any help?” You ask him. He raised his head from the cards, then he took a look at his watch.

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He questioned.

“I can’t sleep. Again. Perhaps helping you study laws will make me sleepy.” You said, taking a seat beside him.

“Laws aren’t that boring.” He declared as you took the cards from him.

“Maybe, but they do make me sleepy.” Before he could reply, you cut him off playfully. “First question. Name 5 deontological principles.” You asked, reading the card.

“Okay. Integrity, social responsibility, confidentiality, honesty and professional solidarity.”  He answered, marking each answer with a finger.

“I guess it's right. Sounds like it.” You took the next card. “What is autoregulation?”

“When an industry takes its own decisions, so the law doesn’t have to interfere and legislate.” He answered, with a bit of doubt in his voice.

“Good. What does the parody need to be legal? Really, this is what you are learning?” You said, shocked to find those questions a bit simple for a law student.

“We have to learn them. This is an easy class. The rest, not so much. But it should have a transformation in the image.” He replied.

“Correct. You are getting all of this right. Let’s do the last one. What is Ambush Marketing?” You read the last card.

“When a company takes the name of another, without the last one being a sponsor, to gain some visibility?” He said, doubting.

“Correct, once again.” You congratulated him.

“Okay, we are done.” He said, gathering his things.

“Are you serious?” You asked, and he just raised his shoulders.

“Well, I've been studying a lot. That was all I had left for today.”

“Why are you so worried? You got this in your pocket.” You told him. He stopped for a moment before turning to you.

“I don’t want to fail my parents.” He said.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded.

“Goodnight, Eric.” You said, making your way to your room. He kept arranging his things.

“Hey, Eric.” You said, before entering your room. “I don’t think you’ll fail them, but if you do, as long as you don’t fail with the rent, you’ll have a place here. Always.” You told him, he smiled and nodded, and you went to bed.

The next night, you didn’t even bother to try to go to sleep. You were enjoying studying with Eric, and your nightmares weren’t gone, so you figured you could help him study one more time.

You were waiting for him on the couch when he came in, with grocery bags, saying a little “Hey” as he entered.

“What’s with all those bags?” You asked him. He placed them on the table.

“Well, since you have been helping me lately, I thought you could join me tonight, and I bought some snacks.” He explained. Then he looked at you hopefully, and you smiled.

“I was thinking the same.” You said, getting up and taking a seat at the table.

Eric began to pull out snacks. He bought some candy, popcorn and chips. A good load for any craving you might have. Then, he sat down next to you.

“So, how’s work?” He asked you.

“Well, boring. My boss is stressed, so he makes it everyone’s problem. But in general, I have no complaints. That stress is just for a few weeks, and then it’ll be better. Are you at least enjoying school when it’s not full of exams?” You asked him.

Eric never really talked about himself. You knew only a few things. His favourite cereal, his campus, his favourite suit, but not anymore.

“I guess it's alright. I like the city, or at least the few places I know. Besides campus and this neighbourhood, I don’t know much.” He said.

“Well, we can go on a tour anytime.” You said, smiling.

“They would be great. Well, as much as I enjoy our conversation, it’s time to study.” He said, pulling out new cards and handing them to you.

“Okay, first question. What are Miranda rights, and when must they be given?” You asked him.

“When someone is being interrogated, and they can remain silent and have a lawyer.” He said.

“Correct. Next question. State the elements required to establish negligence under U.S. law.” You said, scrunching your nose as the questions got harder and more technical.

“It’s duty, breach, causation and damages,” Eric said, recounting the words.

“Correct. What is required for a plaintiff to have standing in federal court? Okay, forget what I said yesterday, I have no idea what I just asked you.” You confessed. He chuckled.

“You must show injury, causation and redressability.” He said.

“According to your card, correct. According to my brain, it sounds about right. Under the Fourth Amendment, when is a warrantless search considered valid?” You asked him, reading the card.

“Oh, okay. Consent, search incident to a lawful arrest, emergencies, and Terry stop.” He answered.

“Yes. And finally…. What is the holding of the case, and how does it differ from dicta? What?” You said, confused.

“You read it right. Holding is the court’s decision, and dicta are extra comments.” He explained.

“Okay. That just reminded me of why I didn’t study law.” You said, laughing.

“It’s simple once you understand it, but the terminology sometimes is overwhelming.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn.

“Hey, I think we should get some sleep, it's a bit late.” You said. He took a look at his watch.

“You are right. I had a good time. But I have my last day of exams tomorrow, so I need to rest.” He smiled at you.

“Me too. Goodnight, Eric.” You said, getting up.

“Good night.” He said, smiling back.

Maybe it was the fact that it was pretty late or that you had been helping Eric study for a long time, but you finally slept without a single nightmare.

Your whole day changed. You felt energised and woke up in a really good mood.  So, as a good Friday night required, you put on a movie.

 Eric entered the apartment not so long after, dropping beside you.

“What are we watching?” He asked.

“How to lose a guy in 10 days.” You replied.

“So, my exams went pretty well. I was thinking we could order some pizza to celebrate.” He said.

“I think that is a great idea.” You replied.

Eric ordered the pizza as the movie unfolded. Once settled with your respective slices, the night was filled with laughter, and you enjoyed the movie even more. As the credits rolled, you tidy up the place, with small talk from your day. Both of you sat back on the couch.

“You look different today.” He said, looking at you closely.

“Well, I finally slept well. I didn’t have any nightmares.” You explained.

“Thanks for helping me study, truly.” He said, placing his hand on your thigh.

“You helped me, too.” You told him, locking eyes with him. You stayed like that for a moment, until he closed the distance between you. He broke up the kiss quickly. 

“Sorry, I…” He tried to apologise.

“No, don’t. It was great.” You cut him up, before your lips met his again.

His lips moved against yours softly. His hand moved shyly to your face, and yours began to play with his hair.

He broke up the kiss again, but this time, his lips met your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You caressed his arm as he kissed you. He pulled back, smiling.

“If you ever find yourself not being able to sleep, I might know a remedy for that.” He said, with a boldness that surprised you. You raised an eyebrow, and he just winked at you.

Let me take care of you

Summary: Joseph may be looking at you as more than friends. But the age gap between you makes it hard for you to give in. Can he change that?

Warnings:  Age gap. Smut. Daddy kink. Manipulation. Dead dove.

P.S. : This would be my ideal order. So… thank you for matching my freak, twin.

Enjoy!

Joseph Quinn was the perfect co-star anyone could ask for. He was older than you, so from the moment you met, he took you under his wing. Of course, being constantly around him and him taking care of you so much only led to you having a crush on him.

You gave up on that. He would never see you that way but being close to him was more than enough. Besides, he was so kind to you. He would drive you form the hotel to the studio and back, take you to lunch and prepare coffee the way you liked it. He would wait for you at breakfast and order delicious things for you.

The day had been already long, and it was only lunch. Joe is waiting for you at your trailer door.

“Hey there. Ready for lunch?” He asks, stepping closer to you.

“Yes, please. I truly need a break.” You say. He grabs your chin.

“Rough day?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“A little. But it’s fine. I’ll survive.” You joke and he laughs.

He guides you to his car as you talk about the scenes you filmed that day. At the restaurant, Joe orders for both of you. After a while of hanging out, he got a sense of the things you liked.

“You’ve barely touched your pasta.” Joe points out.

“Well, I’m not that hungry.” You say, playing around with your food.

“You have to eat. Just a little more, come on.” Joe insists.

You took a few more bites of your food. Joe smiled.

“There we go. Let’s head back. I don’t want you to be late.” Joe says.

He pays and then drives you back to set.

The day was longer than everyone expected. A few scenes took longer than predicted and you ended up working a couple hours more. The day had already been long, and you were so tired by the time Joe drove you to the hotel.

“Let me walk you to your room. You might end up falling asleep on the stairs.” He teases as he passes his arms around your waist.

“I won’t. But I could, honestly.” You reply.

“Well, you’ll take a nice long shower, yeah?” He tells you.

“I promise.” You say.

He walked you to your room and place a soft kiss on your head as he said goodbye. You took a long bath and fell asleep pretty soon.

The next day, you wake up with a text from Joe, telling you to meet him for breakfast at 9. You get ready, and you go the hotel’s restaurant. He is already there. And so is your breakfast.

“Good morning, darling. I got you something to eat. I want you to finish the whole thing. I don’t want you skipping meals or eating too little.” He says, as he helps you into your sit.

“Well, lucky for you, I am hungry.” You reply. He chuckles.

“Of course. You skipped dinner. And you barely ate at lunch. I don’t want that to be a constant for you.” He says, indulging in his own food.

“It won’t. Yesterday was just a hard day. But I’ll eat better.” You say.

“I’ll make sure of it.” He threatens playfully.

“Hey, about today. We have the fight scene.” You tell him. He looks up at you, waiting to hear more. “I am nervous. I mean, it’s not the biggest deal but still, the scene is a bit intimate, is it not?” You ask.

“Maybe. But you have it under control. You know your lines and you’ve gone over the scene. Besides, it’s me. You can trust me.” He declares.

“Of course. It’s not you. It’s in general. But I think I got it. I just don’t have to overthink it. Right?” You look at him. He takes your hand.

“Right. You got this.” He says.

Later that day, Joe text you to go to his trailer. He says there is something that might help you with the scene.

“Joe?” You call for him.

“Yes. Come on in.” He says, opening the door and stepping to the side. “I have an idea. Why don’t we rehearse the scene? Perhaps it will be easier if we do it here first. Without a hundred people watching you.” He suggests.

“That is a good idea.” You say, still a little hesitant. He senses it. He walks closer to you and takes your hand.

“Don’t overthink it. Let’s just dive into the scene, yeah?” He says, guiding you to what your positions may look like.

He is sitting on the couch; you are standing in front of him. You are supposed to fight. And then get close to him.  You are nervous about that. Since the beginning of filming, you have not done a scene like this.

“Just do it. Once you start, you will feel it become easier.” He says. You take a deep breath and begging the scene.

“Why did you leave? You come back and say all these things. But if you truly never wanted to loose me, why did you leave me?” You begin the scene. The emotions are easy to dive in. Joe was right, it becomes easier as you go on.

“I didn’t lose you. Otherwise, you would be here.” He replies.

“Don’t! You know that you left and lost me. You are just trying to convince yourself, but you are not convincing me.” You deliver your next line.

Joe grabs your waist and pulls you to his lap.

“I am not?” He says. Everything up to then was written. There was one more line you should have delivered.

But your eyes locked into Joe’s and the whole world faded. You hadn’t realized how desperate for his touch you were until you moved, you’re a little, creating just the softest of the frictions between you.

You thought he would stop you, but he let one of his hands trace your thigh and the other one landed on your hip. He moved under you, as he pulled you closer. You let out a soft gasp. He smiled.

You began to rock your hips. Something snapped and you weren’t thinking straight. You heard him catch his breath as your movements became bolder.

“That’s it. Use me, baby.” He whispers to your ear. It sends shivers through your whole body.

You kept moving your hips, chasing your released. Joe kissed your neck, your collarbone and made his way to your ear, as he kept talking to you.

“You look so pretty like this. I could watch you for hours.” He says, before he kept placing kisses all over your neck.

You felt your climax approaching. You hold Joe tighter, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Let me feel you come undone. Let me see it, baby.” Joe commands.

Pretty soon, you did. Your climax hit you, your thighs clench around Joe’s lap, and he held you close.

“That’s it. Good girl. I got you.” He says, caressing your hair and placing a soft kiss to your earlobe.

But reality hit as soon as your climax vanished. You just dry hump your co-star on his trailer.

You moved from Joe’s lap, he tried to hold you, but you pushed him softly.

“I shouldn’t…. that was… perhaps I should… leave.” You stutter. Your words were all over the place.

“You need space. You need to think. I get it. Go, drink some water and I’ll see you soon, ok?” He says, placing a kiss on top of your head. You just nodded and went to your trailer.

Even when you were confused, you couldn't help but to do what he told you. Head to your trailer and drink some water. Joseph gave you some space for the rest of the day.

You shot the scene and it went well. Even when things were a bit awkward between Joe and you, the chemistry was even better. At the end of the day, Joe was waiting for you outside your trailer.

“Ready to go?” He asks, as always.

“Yeah, I got everything.” You say, trying not to sound intimidated.

Joe extended his arm to you. The whole way to the car and a part to the hotel was quiet. But Joe broke the silence in the car.

“I wanted to talk about what happen. I would have stopped you if I didn’t want it. You know that right?” He confesses.

“Joe… we can’t…” You try to say something else, but the words won’t come out.

“I won’t force you into anything. But I have been looking out for you, have I not? It wasn’t just because. I won’t stop doing it, I care about you.” He says, parking his car and turning to face you.

“I just need time.” You say.

“Anything you need, love. But I have the feeling you will come to me. We are meant to be, darling.” He said, caressing your cheek. Before you could answer he spoke again. “Let’s get you to your room. You need to rest.” He says.

He walked you to your room. He made your head spin and you just followed him.

“Remember, no skipping dinner, baby. Good night.” He places a soft kiss on top of your head and walks to his room.

You order room service, and after finishing your dinner, you went straight to bed. You felt asleep pretty quickly.

The end of filming was close. You only had a couple weeks left. Joe, true to his words, never touched the subject again. But he kept treating you the same. Having your breakfast ready for you, taking you to lunch, driving you back and forth.

He kept bringing you coffee and reminding you of dinners. He kept being protective over you, until the very end of filming. He even drove you to the airport when filming was done.

“I need you to take care while I’m not there. Call me when you get home, please. And I’ll call you as much as I can, ok?” He says, grabbing your chin so you would look at him.

“Yeah. I’ll miss you. It will be long months without you.” You say, hugging him.

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll come visit you. I promise.” He says, before kissing your cheek and letting you go.

It hadn’t even been two weeks since you returned home, when you fell sick.

Joe called you every other day and he was going to visit you soon. He called you before his trip to see you. You tried to pretend you were fine, but he didn’t believe it.

“You are sick. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. He seemed worried.

“It’s not a big deal. I promise.” You try to sound like you weren’t dying from a cold.

“I’m changing my flight.” He declares.

“There is no need.” You try to convince him.

“Let me take care of you.” He says, settling the discussion.

The very next day, he was at your doorstep.

“Hey, back to bed, darling.” He says, guiding you to your room right after you opened the door for him.

“Joe, I promise I am better than I look.” You say, still walking towards your room.

“Well, you have a fever. It seems high.” He says, placing his hand over your forehead.

“Not it’s not.” You still tried to deny it.

“I won’t hear it anymore. You are taking a long nap, while I unpack, and once you are awake, we’ll have some soup, ok?” He says, as he pushes you to bed.

“Fine. But just a quick nap.” You say, finally giving up.

“A quick one, love.” And he leaves you to it.

You woke up a couple hours later. A great smell coming from the kitchen. Not long after, Joe came with a little tray to your room.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. I got you food. And medicine.” He says, settling the tray over your legs.

“Oh, I hate medicine.” You pout.

“I know. But you are going to be a good girl and take it, won’t you?” He says, placing a couple of pills on your hand.

“I will.” You finally say, placing the pills on your mouth. Joe guided the glass of water to your lips, allowing you to drink and pass the pills.

“Good girl. I’m proud of you.” He declares, passing his arm around you so you would rest against his chest.

He pulled the tray a little closer to you. Then, he grabs the spoon and began to feed you. You didn’t hesitate. It felt nice to be spoiled like that. And Joe seemed to enjoy it too. You finished the soup rather quickly.

“Let me clean this up. Why don’t you change your clothes. I think you should go to bed early.” He stands up and walking to the kitchen.

You did as he told you. His actions leaved no place for arguments. Besides, you were still feeling quite sick.

Joe entered your room not long after.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” He asks.

“Yes, please. A rom-com. Sick days are rom-com days.” You explain.

“Fine. Let’s get you settle, baby.” He arranges the pillows, and turned on the T.V.

You didn’t realize when you fell asleep. But you woke up feeling the weight of Joe’s arm over your belly. He was already awake.

“Good morning, baby. Are you feeling better?” He asks, placing a little kiss on your cheek.

“A little.” You reply, still half asleep.

“I’ll go make breakfast, ok? Sleep a little more.” Then, he slipped from bed.

By the afternoon you were feeling so much better. You had arranged you room and Joe were kind enough to even cook lunch.

“Hey, why don’t you go and take a shower while I clean up?” He asks, picking up the plates.

“Yeah. I’ll be back soon. Don’t miss me.” You joke, heading to the shower.

You found that Joe had already place everything you needed for it. Lately, he had been making sure you did nothing but rest. You had to admit you liked it more than you expected.

While taking the shower, you began to think a little clearer. He was kind but he didn’t seem to cross any lines like that time in his trailer. Perhaps he was over it.

You were wrong.

You made your way to the living room after the shower. He was sitting on the couch.

“Come here.” He says, stretching his arms. His tone was firm and it made you hesitate for a second.

You walked towards him, and he placed his hands around your waist.

“Didn’t I tell you to take care of yourself?” He asks. You nodded. “Then why did you get sick, mmm?”

“I… might have taken a cold shower and then left my window open for the night. I guess.” You answer.

“And is that taking care of yourself?” You shook your head. “That’s right. You didn’t take care of yourself. But you have too. You are gonna have to learn.” He says.

Suddenly he drags you down across his lap. His hand comes against you with a smack. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you but still left an impact. You gasp.

“You’re gonna learn to take care of yourself, won’t you baby?” He asks, before you felt another smack. “And you are going to do as I tell you, right?” He says, giving you a couple of spanks. “And you will call me right away if you need me, alright?” He says, giving you a final spank.

He passes his arm under you, helping you sit down next to him.

“Oh, my pretty baby. I care so much about you know that?” He asks, cradling your face in his hands. You nodded. “Good. I just don’t want you to get sick. But I will take care of you If you do. I promise.” He says. You granted him a shy smile. “Good girl. Now, why don’t we have something sweet?” He asks, going to the kitchen.

Joe stayed a couple more days. He slept on the guest room ad never mention anything again. The scene from the couch was away along with the trailer incident. You were confused. The way he talks and handles you somehow made you aroused. Perhaps he knew it, but he danced along the edge of the line. An edge that was blurry from the moment you met him.

After he left, both of your lives were busy. He landed a new role on a movie, and you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until his text took more and more to appear on your screen. Of course, he was busy, and you could understand. You were in the talks from a new show ad you were sure that you wouldn’t have that much time if you landed the role. Still, you missed him deeply.

So, you decided to call him. Until then, he was the one to text and call, but you needed to hear his voice. Even if it was hard to admit for you. You paced around the living room. You stop dead when a woman picked up the call. You hang up.

Of course, you weren’t together, even if it felt like that. He could date as much as he wanted. You could date; you didn’t want to. Because of him. But that had nothing to do with the math.

You tried not to overthink it. You went for a walk to clear your head and left you phone home. When you came back, you had 5 missed calls from Joe. You picked up the next time he called.

“It’s not nice to hang up on people. It’s not nice to ignore calls.” He says, between worried and mad.

“I’m sorry, I went for a walk.” You reply, casually.

“Are you ok?” He asks concerned.

“Yeah. I’m good.” You reply.

“Well, why did you hang up the first time you called?” He speaks mad.

“Because you didn’t pick up, someone else did!” You tell him, angry.

“Don’t raise your voice. I thought you were going to behave.” He says, sounding not so mad.

“I will, I promise.” You say, after taking a deep breath.

“Good. No more jealousy.” He teases. You couldn’t respond.

You talked over the phone for a while. He ended up the call saying that no one would pick up your call anymore, and that you didn’t have anything to worry about.

You felt lighter ever since. Even when a few months pass before you could see him. Between him filming and you starting the new show, time flies.

You travel for the premier. For the first time in months, you finally see him as you were waiting for the elevator.

“How I missed you, love.” He says, as he places his hands around your waist, hugging you from behind, causing you to jump a little.

“Joe! Oh, I missed you too.” You tell him. The elevator opened and he, almost instinctively, grabbed your bag to help you.

“What room do you have?” He asks.

“236. And you?” You reply.

“235. Lucky me.” He says, winking.

You laugh.

“Let me help you get settle. You have a long day ahead of you.” He says, carrying your bag to your room. “I’ll see you soon, darling.” He tells you, once you were settled.

It wasn’t hard to go back to routine. Joe helped you with stairs, made sure you were comfortable all the time and never left your side at the premier, always walking hand in hand. The premier was a long event, and you were sure the press tour wouldn’t be easier, but for now, you just had to focus on poses and quick responses.

After hours of premier, you were tired. You left the event with Joe, who never left your side. He drove you back to the hotel.

“That was long.” He exclaims, walking toward the elevator.

“Yeah. But it was great. The movie was really good.” You say.

“It was. And how are you feeling?” He asks.

“Good. Tired but proud.” You say, stepping out of the elevator as he followed, placing a hand on your lower back.

You got to your door, and you expected a goodnight. Instead, Joe followed you inside. You went straight to sit on the bed. Your feet were hurting from being all day long on them. Joe took off his jacket and placed it on a chair near the window. He kneels in front of you.

He began to take your shoes off, massaging your legs.

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” He says. Then he places a soft kiss to your leg. “I’ve misses you so much.” He says.

“I’ve missed you too.” You say. Your tone was different this time. You were giving in. Letting him love you as he wanted too.

“You truly missed me?” He teases.

“Yeah. It’s been so long since I saw you.” You say.

“Let me make it up to you, then...” He says, placing soft kisses upper and upper. “Let get you out of this. You should be comfortable, baby.” He says, reaching for the hem of your dress. He peals it off of you. You giggle. His pants and shirt join your dress on the floor.

“Just relax, love. I got you.” He says. He places kisses all over your body, going down until he places a kiss over your panties. “Are you going to be good for Daddy?” He asks. You were already too gone to overthink it, so you just nodded.

He peals your panties off and in no time, his tongue was on you.

“I’ve been waiting to taste so for so long.” He confesses, in between your legs. “You taste so good.” He compliments you. You try not to moan loud, and he sees that. “Don’t be shy, baby. Let Daddy hear all your pretty sounds.” He says, as he introduces two fingers on you. “So wet. All for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You respond quickly. He chuckles.

“Good girl. So responsive. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise.” He says, before he is eating you out again. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come undone.” He commands. It doesn’t take longer before you do. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. So beautiful, coming for Daddy.” He takes his boxers off. “Come on, baby.” He says, placing a hand under you to pull you up.

He shifts you, so you are sitting on his lap.

“I got you, relax, baby. Daddy’s here.” He says, placing kisses over your neck and shoulder. He positions himself on your entrance, teasing you.

“Daddy, please.” You beg.

“Oh, my pretty little thing. Ride me, baby. Go ahead.” He commands.

You took him little by little. Soon, the room was filled with gasps and moans. He began to thrust harder into you, to kiss you messily, to groan into your shoulder.

“Look, baby. Look at us in that mirror. We belong together, don’t we? You look so beautiful like this. You were meant to be mine.” He says, turning your face so you could look at the mirror. “Just like that, baby. Keep moving your hips for Daddy.” He says, reaching for your clit. “Be a good girl and come with Daddy. Now, baby. Give it to me.” He says, before coming undone under you. You followed him closely.

He pulls you closer to him, as he slides out of you. He gives you a moment before he carries you to lay properly on the bed.

“Let’s get some rest, baby. You were so good for me.” He says, pulling up the covers and spooning you.

“Thank you, Daddy. Can we do this again?” You ask, shyly.

“Of course. This won’t be the last time, baby. You are mine now.” He says chuckling.

“Good. Because I don’t want to spend any more time away from you.” You say, turning your face to kiss him.

“Me neither. Rest now. Good night, love.”

Drop the ‘Fake’

Summary: Johnny needs a new image in front of the press. Who else can help him but you?

Warnings:  Implied smut. Fake dating and I think that’s it.

Enjoy!

Lynne guides you through the Baxter Building. You had been there multiple times. Johnny was one of your best friends. You had dinner at his house all the time. But this time it was different. You were being guided into the offices.

As you arrive at Lynne’s desk, Johnny stands up to greet you. He smiles at you.

“Thank you for coming.” He says as he pulls a chair for you.

“Really, thank you.” Lynne follows Johnny’s comment. “Well, let’s cut to the chase. Since Franklin was born, the people began to see ‘The Fantastic Four’ even more as a family. Johnny here…” She says, turning to him, as he smiles at you. "He is known for stealing hearths, we know it. But we need people to see him more…” She trails the sentence, looking for the right word.

“Well, actually less…” Johnny says, trying to express the situation.

“Flirty?” You said, after reading the room.

“Yes!” Lynne says. “Well, he needs a partner. A serious one. To show people that he can be long term about things.” She explains.

“And you want me to help you find her?” You ask.

“Not exactly. I want you to be that girl.” Johnny says. “It would be fake, and temporary, just to calm the press about my heartbreaker image.” Johnny explains.

“No, absolutely not.” You refuse.

“Please. You are the only one I trust for this.” Johnny pleads.

“Why don’t you get a real girlfriend?” You ask him. “What about the girl you took for an ice cream the other week?” You ask. “Or the girl from the golf club? Or the other girl from the golf club? Or the other other…” You ask rapidly.

“They didn’t work out.” Johnny says.

“Other other girl?” Lynne asks surprised.

“I meet lots of girls at the gold club.”

“He meets lots of girls at the gold club.” Johnny and you say at the same time. “See? You can find a nice girl.” You insist.

“If I may.” Lynne talks. “It would only be for a little while. And I think Johnny will be a great boyfriend. Right Johnny?” She asks him with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah. The best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He says proudly.

“Fine, but it is just because you are my friend.” You say, agreeing to it.

The next day, Johnny invites you over to the penthouse.

“Welcome to our first not official date.” He says, raising his arms. You look at him confused as you cross the distance to the living room. “Well, we need to discuss a few points. And I thought we should meet to work on details.” He says, grabbing a soda can for each of you.

“Ok. What details do we need to talk about?” You ask him, taking the can from his hands and taking a seat.

“Well, people should know that we were friends and then we realized that we were in love. Sounds believable right?” He asks, taking a seat next to you.

“Right.” You confirm.

“Well, I suppose I asked you out. And…” He takes a list out of his pocket. “When did we started dating?” He asks.

“Let’s say a month ago.” You reply.

“How did you realised you liked me?” He asks.

“Because you made me laugh so hard one day and I realized that I wanted to feel like this every day. How did you realise it?” You ask him.

“Saw you in a messy bun after your work out and I was in love.” He answers.

“That was fast.” You tease him. “What else do you need to know?” You ask him.

“I think we should plan a few dates.” He says, setting the note aside.

“Why?” You ask surprised.

“Well, you should be enjoying it. We have a budget for this. We should be doing things you always wanted to do.” He explains.

“In that case. A dinner for a first date is mandatory. Well, almost. Or a picnic. The movies.” You say.

“Perfect. That is great.” Johnny says. “I promise I’ll be a good boyfriend.” He raises his hand.

“Boyfriends think of dates too, you know?” You tease him.

“I got some tricks under my sleeve.” He says, winking at you.

A couple of days later, Johnny arrives at your place, with a nice bouquet of flowers. Your favourite flowers, of course. You smile widely at the sight of him.

“Johnny. You shouldn’t have.” You say, taking the flowers and smelling them.

“Well, a date is not a date without flowers.” He said, bragging just a bit.

“Well, thank you very much. Let me put them in water. Come on in.” You said, walking into your apartment.

“Hey, I just wanted you to know that a few paparazzi will be there. Nothing crazy. We will be in a private area, but they might take pictures on the street.” He explains, placing his hands on his pockets.

“It’s alright. You need those, right?” You ask, as you finish with the flowers.

“Yeah. I do. Ready?” He says, extending his arm. You nod and take his arm.

As you arrive at the restaurant, Johnny guides you to a private area. There are a few flashes outside, but it was never enough to bother you. As the night goes on you talk about different things.

“Of course I love my job.” You say laughing.

“Really? I mean, when my nephew acts up, I can’t take it and you spend the whole morning with twenty of those?” He said teasing.

“It’s not that bad.” You tell him. “And, what’s your favourite part of the day?” You say, returning the initial question that led him to try to figure if you liked your job.

“Flying around. I love flying.” He says, smiling. “Or going to space. It was great. Well, mostly.” He joked.

“Flying around sounds great.” You tell him.

“It is.” He smiles and looks at you.

After dinner, he drove your home. The talk was great and by the end of the night both of you were laughing. He walked you to your door as he told you about Reed and his failed experiments and how funny he looked when he got mad.

“Well, this is me.” You said, pointing to your apartment door. “Thank you, Johnny.” You said sincerely.

He smiled and got closer to your, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” He said.

After that, you got in and he drove away. You got ready for bed, and before you fell asleep, you began to think that maybe Johnny as a boyfriend was not bad at all.

A few days later, Johnny picked you up and took you to the movies. He was such a gentleman, and he kept surprising you in the best way. As you bought snacks for the movies, Johnny id something that surprised you.

“A large bowl of popcorn and a big soda, please. Two straws.” He asked the guy.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he smiled at you.

“For the performance.” He said, winking.

Once inside the theatre, as the movie began, you felt the cold of the A.C. You passed your hands over your arms to heat up, and Johnny notices.

“Are you cold? Here, have my jacket.” He said, reaching for it.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to, Johnny.” You said stopping him.

“What kind if boyfriend would I be if I don’t give you my jacket?” He said, passing the jacket around you, leaving his arm to rest on your shoulder as he pulled you a bit closer.

You hesitate for a second, but you finally rest your head on his shoulder, and he kisses your head with affection.

Once he drives you back to your apartment and you are saying goodbye, Johnny holds you a bit tighter.

“I cannot wait for our next day. I am having a good time with you.” He whispers in your ear.

“Me too, Johnny.” You say, pulling away to face him.

You look at each other for a minute, but he breaks the moment.

“I should go. See you soon, pretty girl.” He says, before walking away.

The very next day from the date, you received a called.

“Hey, pretty girl. How’s your day going?” Johnny asked over the phone. It was the first time that he called you after a date.

“Great. I got home from work like an hour ago.” You replied as you sat on your couch. “How is yours going?”

“It’s great. I am babysitting today, which is nice, as long as Franklin behaves, right Franklin?” You heard the laugh of the kid over the phone. “I was thinking… would you like to come over the day after tomorrow?” Johnny asked.

“I would love too.” You replied. It was a bit unexpected. So far, all of your dates were public so the cameras could catch you. “May I ask…?”

“No, you may not.” Johnny cut you off “It’s a surprise. But wear something comfy.” He said.

“Ok… I’ll see you soon, Johnny.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll pick you up by lunch.” He said, before hanging up.

As you hang up, you felt great. You tried to tell yourself that he was just a friend and this whole dating thing was fake. Still, your heart raced at the thought of him.

Johnny picked you up two days later. As you arrived at the Baxter Building, he covered your eyes.

“Hold on, steady. Ok, ready?” He asked.

“Yes, Johnny. Let me see.” You say chuckling.

He took his hands from your eyes.

“Surprised. I cooked you lunch.” He said, with a proud smile.

“Oh, Johnny. Thank you.” You said, turning to hug him.

“Come on, let me spoil you a bit.” He said, guiding you to the table.

He made a whole show of pulling out the chair for you and serving you lunch. And he kept you laughing all through the course of it.

A few moment after you finished lunch, he stood up and extended his hand.

“Come on, I have surprise for you. Well, another one.” He said, gesturing towards the balcony.

You took his hand and he guided you outside.

“I thought lunch was the surprise.” You inquire.

“Well, that was just a nice thing to do for you.”

“Well, you told me that you wanted to fly, remember?” He asked, placing his arms around your waist, holding you tightly. “Hold tight, pretty girl.” He said, before taking of.

He took you all over New York. You couldn’t help but laugh. He would stop every now and then so you could see thing from the sky, and then he would speed up and burst into laughter.

“Have you ever seen the clouds up close?” He asked. You looked at him worried. “Relax. I got you.” He said, as he got higher and higher.

You reach the clouds. It was a beautiful sight. You look at each other and in a second, Johnny’s lips met yours.

The kiss was great, it wasn’t rush. He took his time kissing you, enjoying every second of it. He pulled back.

“Sorry, I… shouldn’t have…” He began to apologize.

“Johnny. It was a great kiss.” You confessed, as you felt the blush crawl up your cheeks.

“We should go back.” He said, descending.

He took you back to the Baxter Building and he placed a soft kiss to your cheek on the way. He was smiling thew whole time.

“I know this is short notice but, Sue has an event. Sunday. And I need a date. I really hope you are free.” He said, as you re-enter the Baxter building.

“Yes, I am. We have a fake date on Sunday.” You said, smiling.

“We have a date.” He said.

The next day, you received a bouquet of flowers and a big box to your door. It was unusual, but there was only one person who could’ve send them.

“Thank you for the kiss. I hope you like this too.

                                                                                          -Johnny

P.D. Someone will pick you up for the gala. I have to help Sue. See you soon.”

You opened the box to find a beautiful dress, perfect for the gala.

On Sunday, someone buzz on your apartment door. When Johnny said someone was picking you up, you never imagined it would be a limo, but Johnny only knew how to be extra.

As you arrive, Johnny rushes to the limo and opens the door for you. He looks incredibly handsome. He is wearing a lovely navy-blue suit.

“Hey, pretty girl. You look radiant.” He says, extending his hand to you.

“Thank you. You are not behind. You look great, Johnny.” You compliment him back.

“Well, I try.” He jokes.

He guides you inside. Many people greet him. You are not even an hour into the event, when a bunch of people already had congratulated you two in your relationship. “Congratulations, guys” or “You make a great couple” or “You look lovely together.”

At first, you took it easy, but as the gala went on, those comments began to feel heavy. It was not because it was supposed to be fake, but because it felt real. You stepped out into the balcony.

“Are you alright?” You hear Johnny’s voice behind you.

“Yeah. I just like the view.” You replied.

“You are a terrible liar.” He said, stepping closer to you.

“No, I am not.” You said.

“I would be a terrible boyfriend not to notice.” He said, placing his hand around your waist, pressing your back to his chest.

“Perhaps it’s because I want to drop the ‘fake’ before the boyfriend.” You confessed.

“I didn’t say ‘fake’. I haven’t in a long time.” He said. And you realized he hadn’t. For the last few weeks, it was al ways a ‘date’ and he was always ‘boyfriend’. No faking. “But perhaps we could make it official.” He whispered.

And suddenly his lips met your neck, as he trails a path to your shoulder.

“Official? I like the sound of that.” You said. He chuckles.

“Let’s get out of here. I bought you that dress just to see it on my bedroom floor.” He claimed.

Happy Saint Valentine's day!

Hi, loves.

I hope you have a lovely day today.

As I told you last week, I have a few question to answer to get to know each other better.

And I also wanted to know....

I loved getting your orders, and even though I am not done with them (I still have like 4 left to finish), I would love to keep fulfilling request!

So, as a last little thing for Valentines, I want to know:

Valentine's day

Hi, everyone.

I am writing this while I die drowning on schoolwork.

The challenge is officially closed. I still have a few orders to go through.

I promise I’ll write them all!

I wanted to thank you for your requests. It has been so much fun.

And I thought it could be fun to talk to you a bit more…

And since Valentines is coming, would you like to do like a little Q&A about me? So we can get to now each other!

Send your question, can’t wait to know you better.

XOXO

Are you ashamed?

Summary: Eddie was such a sweet guy, but a fight with him is the worst thing that could happen to you. And you might have realized it a bit too late.

Warnings: Opposites attract. Hurt and comfort.

Enjoy!

Of course, crying in your room over Eddie Munson was not exactly the thing you had planned for yourself a few weeks ago, let alone a month and a half ago. A month and a half ago he was a stranger. A month and a half ago, you were good by yourself.

You were at the library, as every day, trying to reach for a book just a couple shelfs higher that you could reach. Just when you were thinking about getting the stairs or asking the librarian, you heard a voice behind you.

“Which book do you need?” As you turned to answer, your eyes met a pair of brown eyes and crazy hair. He was smiling, just a bit too friendly to be just kind.

“I need the red one, please.” You answer. He reached over you to grab it.

“Here.” He said, handing you the book. “Do you come here often?” He asked, staying just a couple steps far from you.

“Yeah, I like to do my homework here. It’s quiet and if I have questions there is a bunch of books I can check.” You realized you were overexplaining, but he just smiled wider. “Do you come here often?” You asked him.

“Only if I need research. I like to do DnD campaigns. Every now and then I need to do research. I got to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow." He said, with a wink and then he walked away.

Of course, the butterflies in your stomach were incredibly playful after that and concentrating on your homework harder than other days.

You tried to tele yourself that he wouldn’t go to the library the next day, so you arrived with no expectations. But, as you got lost in homework, someone took a sit on your table.

“Hey there. I realized that yesterday I did not ask for your name, not even your number. And that was rude. So, I came prepared.” He said, sliding a pen and per over to your side.

You looked at him surprised. You met a day before and he already claimed his space next to you. He wasn’t pushy, just confident, in a way that it didn’t even you hesitate.

You took the pen and paper and wrote your contact down. He smiled.

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He said extending his hand.

As you took it, he brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to it.

“It is lovely to meet you. So, do you mind company while you work. I have some research to do, and it will take a few days. And I figured to be nice not to sit alone. What do you say? Sound like a good plan?” He asked, a bit flirtatious.

“It would be nice. Really nice.” You said, and you could feel yourself blushing. Eddie had an effect on you that you hadn’t felt before. And you had no intention of stopping that.

“Great. Well, let’s get to work.” He said, letting go of your hand and opening his book.

That afternoon, he just said goodbye once you were done with your homework and promised to see you the next day.

The next day, he was just a bit chattier than a day before, which you were thankful for.

“Hey, do you have a ride home?” He asked, casually.

“No, I usually walk home.” You answered, as you wrote the answers on your textbook.

“Well, I have a van, if you are up for it, I could take you home. I mean, I have no problem with it.” He said. You looked up at him and after considering for a few minutes, you finally answered.

“That would be nice. Thank you, Eddie.” You said, sincerely.

“No problem. It could be a regular thing. I would love to chat with you for a little longer every day.” He confessed.

“That… would actually be great. Truly.” You replied.

So, that day, he took you home. He played some music; he talked about his love for metal and his band. He apologised for the mess, and he opened the door like a gentleman.

The whole drive home, you were giggling. He was a really fun guy, and you were sad when he slowed down and finally parked in front of your house. He ran to the other side to open the door for you, and he extended his hand to help you get out.

“Thank you, Eddie. I had a great time.” You told him.

“Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, walking you to the door.

“See you tomorrow.” You said, before going inside.

The next day, Eddie is already waiting for you.

“Hey there. I was thinking that maybe we could for an ice cream before I get you home." He offered.

“That sounds really nice. Let do it.” You said, taking a sit and he helped you with the chair.

“Great. Homework, ice cream, home. Sounds like a nice afternoon.” He said, more to himself than to you, but still perceptible.

After the library, as promised, he drove to a little store near your house. You talked for around an hour and had a great time with each other. He took you home and the parked in front on your house.

“I had a great day. Thank you.” He said, turning to look at you.

“Me too. Really, thank you so much.” You replied, locking eyes with him.

He got closer inch by inch. You closed your eyes and his lips met yours. After a second, you broke the kiss slowly. After letting out a raspy ‘Hey’, Eddie slid his hand under your chin, bringing your face up and kissing you again.

You walked to your house with your head on the clouds after making out with him for a little while.

Eddie saw you around school then next day. He had always notice you. But this time, he had expected for you to find him, and act like you were together. Except that you didn’t, you walked pass him, as if he didn’t exist.

He tried to hide his emotions; he tried to play it cool in front of his friends. Maybe, you didn’t want to be seen with the town freak.

That afternoon, at the library, Eddie pretended everything was alright. You treated him as friendly as always. You kissed him before getting out of his van, and he thought that everything ha =d been in his head, that maybe you did not saw him at school.

But those hopes started to fade. A few days went by, and things did not change. He was invisible to you at school, but the best thing that happened to you when you were together in the library.

You began to sit next to him, to rest your head on his shoulder, or to reach for his touch whenever you could. You would kiss before saying goodbye and leave his van smelling like you. He was confused.

Then, out of the blue, he saw you at lunch with a guy. He didn’t know who he was, and frankly, he didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that he should be sitting with you and not this random guy that he had never seen around you before.

He tried not to make stories in his head, but when he walked into the library that afternoon, and he saw that guy sitting with you, his heart sank.

Suddenly, everything he thought was just for the two of you, belong to him too. He was hurt. He drove around for a while, but finally, made his way to your house to talk. He wanted to talk.

He truly wanted to talk, but the more he waited, the worst his mood got. When he finally saw you walking home, the first words out of his mouth were nothing like he planned.

“You boyfriend couldn’t give you a ride?” He barked.

“Eddie. I waited for you at the library, but you never came.” You tried to explain.

“Well, I figured you did not need me today. You seemed in great company.” He said, with such a bitter tone.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, both mad and confused.

“Well, first, you ask like I do not exist when we are at school. Then you take him to the library, and HE sits at MY spot. And all I can think of is about how you are spending time with some else when you should be with me. I thought we were something. Are you ashamed of me?” He basically yelled every single word.

“We ARE something, Eddie. I thought… he is not…” You tried to explain, but there were so many thoughts coming through your head.

“Forget it. This was such a waste of time.” He said. You froze. So, he drove away.

After a couple of days, you showed up to Eddie’s trailer. You had cried more than a little kid after falling from a bike. You didn’t know exactly what to say, but you trusted that words would come out.

You knocked on the door and a man opened. Eddie’s uncle.

“Hi, Mr. Munson. Is Eddie home?” You asked him.

“Yeah, one second.” He said. “Eddie, come here for a minute.” He yelled.

Eddie appeared not long after. Wayne went inside, leaving the two of you alone.

“Hi, Eddie. I don’t really know what to say. I mean, I do, I just…” You took a deep breath. “I am not ashamed of you. I really thought you didn’t want to show me off. That guy is a partner in a project. That is why we spend the afternoon at the library. He is nothing to me. But you are and I hate to be on bad terms with you.” You explained.

“Why would I be ashamed of you?” He asked. You just raised your shoulders. “Come here, you little fool.” He said, pulling you in for a kiss.

In that moment, Wayne came out of the trailer.

“Are you staying for dinner?” He asked you.

Wife

Summary: The romans had threatened to invade your home. Of course, a way to make the invasion less brutal for the people, was a marriage.

Warnings:  Enemies to lovers. Hurt and comfort.

Enjoy!

It was known even in other Empires and countries that the roman emperors were cruel. They conquest town after town, just for fun. The enjoy the suffering of others. You never thought that you would end up bounded to one of them. But as a lady placed a crown over your head, there was not dying you were about to become Geta’s wife.

Of course, your marriage hadn’t been a based on something good. The romans had threatened to invade your home. Of course, a way to make the invasion less brutal for the people, was a marriage. So, the date was set and you were on your way to a foreign place full of unknown people.

You hadn’t even met him, and your heart already despite him. In a single evening, he had taken everything you once had and knew. All because he was a sadistic and greedy ruler.

The wedding was one of the biggest events you had seen. Everyone seemed to be incredibly adorned and the music was loud. The scent of rich meals filled the air, and the wine was a beautiful crimson colour.  The ceremony was simple, but he didn’t even look at you. He was too serious and didn’t even welcome you. It felt even worse to find out that he wasn’t even going to try to romance you. You said your vows, and he turn to the guest, presenting you. That was the only interaction you had in hours.

During the party, he kept talking to people, clearly caring more about business than the wedding itself. You were introduced to many of the men that talked to him. Most of them were Senators, interested on the outcome of such union.  

As the party went on, a few girls called his attention. Concubines, you guessed. By the end of the night, he just went to his chambers. You asked to be guided to your chambers, expecting to find him there, but soon you learned that you had different chambers. You made your way to his.

“My lord, may I come in?” You asked after knocking on his door. He opened.

“Is something wrong with your chambers?” He simply asked.

“Nothing, my lord. But we aren’t sharing.” You explained.

“Is better like this.” He said, closing the door.

And that was your wedding night.

The following days after the wedding, you expect him to talk to you, to get to know you. But, besides a few formalities at breakfast and dinner, he didn’t acknowledge you at all. He spent the whole day busy, locked in his office or at meetings in the Senate.

But at night, he was busy with his concubines. It infuriated you that he kept them after the marriage. You were sleeping alone, even as a married woman, and he filled his day and night with anything but you. So, at dinner, you confronted him.

“My lord, I must speak to you.” You called him before he reached his chambers, were a woman was waiting for him by the door.

“Yes?” He said, with an undertone of irritation.

“You must get rid of your concubines. You have a wife now.”

“You are right. I do have a wife. But, in case you haven’t figured out, it is merely a role. Without our union, your home would’ve been invaded.” He explained.

“I am aware is a role. But how am I supposed to fulfil it if you have lovers?” You asked, furious.

“You are not. You have no power over this or me. Go to sleep and let me be. I am busy.”

“You are not. You are just going to spend the night with another woman!” You yelled at him.

He chuckled but he did not stop his tracks.

You were madder than before, after his refusal. But since he had been so kind to explain you how things worked at the palace, you decided you could benefit from it.

The emperors were fanatics of parties. Almost every week, a senator would throw a feast for them to enjoy and to gain favours. You approach a young senator. A new face in the circle.

You flirted a little with him, indulging in the music and wine. You were having a very noce conversation with him, and you lost track of time. By the time people began to leave, the two of you were sitting close to each other, laughing.

Geta never crosses your mind, until you accidentally looked at him. He seemed furious, his eyes fixed on you, and his jaw clenched.

Even after that sight, you kept talking to that Senator. Every time he visited the palace, you took a stroll through the gardens. He was a nice young man. Pretty soon you had found that you felt no attraction to him, but he was a good company.

Of course, Geta suspected otherwise. You never expected a confrontation for him, yet he was standing in front of you, furious.

“Well, is he?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“He is not. But if he were, what is wrong with that? You said it yourself. We are just playing roles. I am allowed to find true love and company.” You said, playing the innocent one.

“Do not use my words against me.” He warned you.

“If I do not have power over you, you do not have power over me.” You told him.

Suddenly, you back hit the wall, and you felt his breath brushing over yours.

“You are mine.” He said.

You locked eyes with him and suddenly, his lips crushed into yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. He broke the kiss, and you waited for another, but it never came. Instead, he rushed to his bedchambers, leaving you alone and confused.

As the days goes by, a different type of tension is present. Many things you feel that should be said and all of them are being kept under locks. Geta barely looks at you know, but every know and then, you catch him staring at you. Simply staring.

It was not until after a meeting with the senate that Geta informed you that he must go for a few days to a camp where they have stablished victory.

“I will go with you.” You told him. He shook his head.

“It is dangerous. The battle might be done but there are still risks. You’ll stay here.” He said, not even looking at you.

“I will go and I will not change my mind about it.” You insisted. He raised his eyes to look at you.

“Very well. If you insist, you will come with me.” He said, ending the discussion.

The trip was nice for the first part of it, but as ice for the first part of it, but as you got closer to the battle area and the military camp, the road got worst and worst and you began to fear.

Yet, you were settled in a beautiful tent and there was a big feast going on. You rushed to get ready for the party. As you got ready, there was movement outside of your tent, but you paid no attention.

That, until a couple men enter your tent, masqueraded.

You don’t know how long you were in the dark, for how long you had been unconscious. But you woke up tied to a tree. A couple men were guarding you. You tried to be as quiet as you could, fearing what they could do with you. You couldn’t move, you were tied, as you felt something making you incredibly tired, so you closed your eyes.

Everything was silent. That didn’t last long, since many horses were heard approaching and the sound of angry men screaming your name.

Both man, who you assumed were part of the people that were resisting the roman armies, grabbed you and one of them carried you to a horse, as they began to ran away with you.

Suddenly, the man that was holding you was hurt, and you fell from the horse.

Geta rushed to you and took you in his arms. You were a little shock but he seemed worried. For the first time he showed some emotion towards you that was not completely unpleasant. He carried you back to the camp, stroking your hair. You fell asleep once more, looking at him as his expression turned from worried to focused.

You were examined and cure, and Geta never left your side. After the visit of the medic, and once the effect of whatever they had used for you to sleep was gone, you decide to talk to Geta, who sat for hours next to you.

“Why did you save me?” You asked.

“You are my wife, after all. I must protect you. I wasn’t going to let them hurt you.” He said, approaching you.

He took your hand in his and kissed it.

“I thought you did not care about me.”  You confessed.

“I do. I do now. We are headed back to Rome as soon as the sun rises. I have a wife to take care of, and I intent to do it.” He said.

This is great

Summary: Lizzy has been your best friend since high school, so a trip with her family is a nice plan. But her brother maybe be a little too flirty for you to resist.

Warnings:  Implied smut but in general is fluff.

Enjoy!

Lizzy was always the kindest girl you remember. She was a lovely young girl, who was always smiling to everyone. That is how you became friends.

You spend high school together and even thought you went to different schools after that, you really were best friends.

You knew her too well, and her family was not exactly unknown to you. Except for Joseph. He was Lizzy’s half-brother. A few years older than her but enough to place them at different stages of life.

You met him in a few of her birthdays, always catching up with family. He might have been a bit distant, but he was kind. And handsome.

You haven't seen him in a while, until now. Standing there, in front of you. He had change, and it was enough to make you weak to your knees.

You were waiting at the airport. Lizzy family was Italian and they had invited the whole lot for a getaway. You never thought that included Joseph.

Joseph’s career was always a big deal, but lately, he was busy 24/7 filming these big projects, or attending red carpets, or after parties. Ok, maybe you had stalk him a bit over the years. But he was someone you knew so it didn't count, right?

Lizzy called you to bord the plane and you took your seat next to her, as her dad and Joe kept talking, almost the whole flight. You tried to keep yourself occupied, mostly trying not to think about Joe.

You took a few cars, from the airport to the villas. Joseph quickly approached you, as he saw you carrying your bag and placing them into the trunk of the car.

“Allow me.” He said, taking the luggage straight from your hands.

He placed it on the trunk of the car, and closed it, winking at you.

And you felt that you could faint.

Lizzy came to talk to you, she was excited about the trip and told you everything about the villa, and the city, and the food. You tried to pretend you were excited. But of course, instead of focusing on the trip you could only focus on one thing, the gorgeous guy with brown eyes that was in the car in front of yours.

The villa was beautiful. It was big, surrounded by nature and it had a room for each of you. It had a big backyard, with a pool, a hammock, and a grilled area. The living room was big, with a huge T.V. and the dining room was really cozy.

Of course, Joe didn’t let is manner to the side and he rushed to help with your stuff.

“Hey, why don’t you help me with mine!” Lizzy made a jokingly complain.

“Because she is our guest of honour, but if you want to, you can leave your bag here and ill carry them he said messing with her hair.”

He carried you bag all the way to your room.

“There we go. Hope you love your room. The kitchen is to the left; the dining room is right after. The living room is opposite, and this is your room, then Lizzy’s, then mine and lastly, dad.” He explained the villa, giving you a mental map of it.

“Thank you so much, you are a great host.” You thanked him. Maybe it was the acceptance of him becoming the most perfect gentleman you’ve met, or the privacy of the villa, or the fact that you were alone with him, but suddenly, you felt so much more an ease.

“Anything. It’s good to see you again. It’s been a while.” He said, suddenly taking a sit in your bed. The feeling was mutual, then.

You took a sit beside him.

“Well, I’ve been pretty much in the same place, but you are a superstar now.”

“Oh, please. It just my job. I mean, I love it. But it should have to be more than that. At least not with you.” He said, passing his arm around you, side hugging you.

“Well, I am proud of you. Bu you will always be my friend’s geek brother.” You joke. He laughed hard.

He stood up smiling.

“We’ll have a “Lord of the rings” marathon, just because of your comment.” He warned.

“It better be the extended version.” You said, raising an accusatory finger.

“And I’m the geek? Have fun unpacking.” He said, leaving the room.

You threw yourself over the bed. This weekend getaway was better than you could have imagined.

The dinner was fun and lovely. Joe did the cooking and you had to admit; he was damn good at it. The scene was lovely. Lots of catching up between everyone.

“I really can’t tell you anything about this. I am under a contract.” Joe told his father, who was insisting on him talking about the next big project he was going to be a part of.

“Oh, come on. We are family, it doesn’t count.” His father insisted but Joe shook his head.

“No, dad. Can’t say a thing.” He said, smiling through it. He had such a nice smile.

“Fine. But you are doing the dishes as punishment for that.” His dad joked.

“What?” Joe said, making everyone laugh.

Once dinner was done, he called everyone to the living room as he settled everything for the movie night.

“What are we watching?” Lizzy asked.

“We are watching “Lord of the rings.” Joe answered.

“I don’t even know why I ask.” Lizzy said, just a bit disappointed.

“It better not be the extended version.” His dad screamed from his room.

“It is. Our beautiful guest of honour insisted.” Joe replied, looking at you with complicity and making you blush.

Of course, the whole idea was not to be just the two of you, but four hours of a movie are not for everyone, and the rest of the party left soon, leaving the two of you alone.

“Thanks for watching this with me.” Joe said, shifting closer to you.

“No, I love it. It a great movie.” You said, trying not to choke on your popcorn.

“Well, I am glad to share this with someone as great as you, love.” He said, turning back to the T.V. and passing his arm around you.

You hesitated, but after a few minutes, you rested your head on his shoulder, as the movie went on.

The next day everyone decided to have a pool day. The weather was beautiful and the villa had a big pool.

Joe was playing around with Lizzy as you took the sun. Suddenly. You felt water fall over you and you heard laugher.

“Come on. The water is nice and I need help defeating Joe.” Lizzy called you.

“What makes you think she will be on your team.” Joe replied. You laugh.

“Let’s make it a lovely war between the three of us.” You said, jumping into the pool.

After the water war you had you ended up teaming with Lizzy against Joe, after he splash a little too much water against you. You all ended tired but laughing.

After eating, you needed a nap after all the playing around and the sun.

“Where are you going?” Joe asked you, as you were walking.

“I’m taking a nap on the hammock.” You replied.

“Wait for me.” He said, standing up.

“Joe, I am taking a nap.” You said.

“I know. But I need a nap too and the hammock is big enough for both of us.” He said, taking your hand and dragging you.

He jumped into the hammock and extended his arms to you.

“Come on.” He said, gesturing you to join him.

You were a little hesitant about it, but you finally did. And you drifted to sleep a bit to fast and deep.

You woke up to Joe moving you softly.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Food is ready.” He said, smiling at you. “Sleep good?” He asked.

“Quite. You?” You asked back.

“The best nap I’ve had.” He said, caressing your arm. “If I were a dog, my fur would be smashed.” He said and you laughed.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“Well, you know, when a dog sleeps deeply and their fur gets funny on one side. That would be me.” You were about to replied but a voice broke the moment.

“Hey, lovebirds. Food is getting cold!” Lizzy yelled.

That night, the three of you decided to go out to a little bar close to the villa. Joe’s dad decided to sleep in. The bar was a little crowded and it didn’t take long before a guy was hitting on Lizzy and took her dancing.

“Wanna make them company on the dance floor?” Joe asked.

“Sure. I didn’t take you for the dancing type.” You said.

“Darling, I am a hell of a dancer.” He said.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the night or the fact that Joe was in fact a great dancer, but suddenly his hands on your waist felt a little too good, his breath on your neck was hitting the right spot and his chest against your back brushed in such a beautiful way.

You made it back to the villa past midnight. Lizzy went straight to the couch and decided it was perfect to crash there. Joe and you looked at each other and laugh quietly. You began to make your way upstairs.

“God, I’m so tire. You really know how to dance.” You told him.

“Well, I am happy to dance with.” He said, placing his hand on your waist. “Come on, I’ll help you.” He said, guiding you to your room.

“You don’t have to...” You tried to say.

“I want to.” He imposed.

You made your way to your room. You took a sit on your bed and he kneeled before you, taking your heels off.

You knew you were a lost caused the moment he placed his hands on your waist. But as he looked at you, and read your mind, you knew there was no turning back.

“I thought you were tired.” He teased.

“Not that tired.” You replied. And his lips found you with hunger.

You woke up to the smell of coffee, catching a glimpse of Joe carrying two cups.

“Morning, darling. I thought you might want coffee.” He said.

“Want? More like need. Thank you, Joe.” You said, taking the cup from his hand. He placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Anything, love. We have one more day here. Any plans?” He asked. You looked down. “In the villa.” He said, taking your chin and raising your head. “You didn’t think that…” You just looked at him. “God no. As soon as we are back in England, I’ll take you on a date, a real one.” He said.

“You promise?” You asked him.

“I promise.” He said, setting on the bed and embracing you. “This is great. I won’t let you go so easily.” He answered.

I’m choosing you

Summary: You met a man while you were gathering herbs. A single encounter turned into more. Who is he really?

Warnings:  None

Enjoy!

The fresh air of the morning hit you. You took your basket and made your way to the hills.  You were gathering herbs near the palace. The early hours of the morning were quiet, and the peace of the place was one of your favourite things. It was always quiet, sometimes the early sounds of people came like at distant murmur.

A sound of footsteps startled you. You turn around to find a man. He was young and handsome. His ginger hair was a little messy, the result of running his hand by it too many times. His eyes had a purple tone around them, reflecting many sleepless nights. His steps were clumsy, walking a bit too fast. You drop your basket at the sight of him.

Your eyes locked with his. He stopped. You paid him a shy smile, and he returned it. He looked at the basket on the ground, realizing he must have scared you.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you.” He said, rushing to pick up the basket and hand it to you. You took it with trembling hands.

“Are you alright? I am sorry, but you seemed troubled.” You said. The sight of him made you wondered what had happened for someone so young to be so troubled. You studied him a little. He seemed well adorned with many jewels. He must be rich.

“A rough night, it’s all.” He said. He seemed a bit surprised by your question. A stranger caring about him.

“Well, here.” You said, handing him a flower. “Poppy. It is a great thing for sleeping. A tea should help you.” You explained to him.

He took the flower, appreciating it. He smiled at you. He took your hand and place a soft kiss to it, making the former introduction.

Septimio.

He introduced himself as that. You smiled and said your name back. He smiled at it.

“Well, do you come here often?” He asked you.

“Everyday. I like gathering fresh herbs.” You replied.

“Well, I must go back. I will see you soon. Thank you for the flower. It will help me greatly.” He said, turning back to walk away.

Two days letter you found him again. He is waiting for you under a tree. He seemed better rested than the last time, but you can see in his eyes he is still troubled by something.

“Septimio! How nice is to see you again.” You say, walking towards him.

“I am glad to see you, too. The poppy was a perfect remedy. I slept better than I had in a long time.” He confesses. You feel proud to be able to help your new friend.

“I am glad. He has many around here, we could gather more.” You tell him. He smiles and shakes his head.

“It won’t be necessary. I have bought a great amount of them.” He says.

“Alright then. I never asked you. What is your job?” You ask curious.

He seems to hesitate for a moment before answering.

“Well, I work with gladiators.” He replies.

“Wealthy man, I see. I heard the emperors love the games; they must me enchanted by your work.” You say.

“What else have you heard about the emperors?” He asks.

“You know them? Well, some people love them, others are mad at them. I think they are young. I think people expect great thing from them but forget the are just boys.” You say, sincerely. He looks at you, studying your face. He smiles.

“They are young. I have met them, and the Senators. Everyone around them seems to want something from them. I do not think they have a real friend among their group.” He reveals. “They have each other. I bet facing the Empire with your brother is better than facing it alone.” You tell him, smiling.

“Perhaps. You know, I have a brother, too. I love him, but he is… extravagant. Sometimes I have to deal with his mistakes as if they were my own.” He confesses.

“So that is why you seemed trouble.” You tell him, guessing the reason for that look in his eyes.

“You are wise. What about you?” He asks you, playing with one of the herbs you gathered.

“Well, I sell herbs sometimes. Mostly for medicine. My father sells crafts. My mom spends her time cooking.” You paint the picture of your family.

“And that is why you come here so early. Any man looking to get your hand in marriage? Forgive me if I am asking to much.” He apologizes quickly. You let out a soft giggle.

“No man has asked for my hand. Or has the intention of. As far as I am concerned.” You blush as you meet his eyes.

“Good.” He says, more to himself than to you. “Well, I must go. It was a pleasure to see you again. I will see you soon.” He said, kissing your hand and walking away, leaving you with a racing heart.

The next day, Geta is already waiting for you. He seems more troubled than the last time. He rushes to your side. Unexpectedly, he hugs you.

“I am so glad I found you. Yesterday was a horrible day.” He explains. You hug him back, caressing his hair, trying to ease him.

“Come, let’s talk.” You guide him under a tree and sit down.

“There is an important decision I must make. More than what the decision is about, I fear the pressure than I have over it. It is a delicate situation. If I make the wrong decision… well, if I make any decision at all, some people might be…”

“Septimio, no decision is ever that complicated. If either way someone will be mad at you, you must take the decision that makes you content with yourself. Sometimes, the best decision is to wait, and the answer will find you.” You advice him.

“What if the people get mad? Or my decision it’s seen with bad intentions?” He asked, stumbling in his words.

“If it will bring you peace or happiness, other mind shouldn’t be louder than your own.” You say, taking his hand.

“Your friendship is cherished thing to me. Thank you. I must go; my household is madness right now. I will see you tomorrow.” He said goodbye and left.

You waited for him the next day. You smiled at his presence. He was having an effect over you, more than you cared to admit.

“Question. Have you ever been to the games?” He asked, before you could even salute him.

“No, never.” You replied, shyly.

“Would you join me this afternoon? I think you would enjoy them.” He said smiling. “We could meet at the entrance of the Colosseum.” He suggested.

“Just because I enjoy talking to you.” You teased.

“Perfect. I will see you this afternoon.” He said, happily.

You waited for him at the entrance of the building. He came, covered. You found his attire almost theatrical.

“I am glad you came.” He said, extending his hand to you.

“May I ask why so secrecy?” You tried to hold a giggle back.

“Well, I would love to not be interrupted while I spend time with you. Some people consider the games as a party to socialize rather than a spectacle to watch.” He explained. You simply nodded.

You entered the games. It was loud and crowded. He never let go of your hand. Through the games, he kept glancing over you to savour every reaction you had. The spectacle was bloody. The red liquid painted the arena, and it often made you look away.

But as the time went by, you found yourself enjoying the games and even smiling when your chosen Gladiator won the round.

“There will be a party tonight. I wish for you to come. As my guest of honour.” He said, almost as the spectacle was ending.

“I am afraid I do not have clothes for the occasion.” You admitted.

“Everything it’s taken care of. All I need is for you to agree.” He said, proudly of it.

“Very well then. I will be your companion.” You said.

You did not know what to expect, but when you found a few girls carrying a gown and jewels, you could not reject it. The maids covered you in sweet perfumes and adorned you fingers with rings and your arms with bracelets.

Your hair was braided and adorn too, wearing little gold jewels in the braids and a lovely necklace. The gown was rich, and adorned. It had a few layers, and you knew the people at the party were very rich.

The maids guide you to a litter. They took you to the palace. You felt your heart racing.

As you were guide to the party, you took your time to marvelled at the structure. It was beautiful and imponent. The place was crowded and everyone was just as adorned as you. You began to look for Septimio, but he was nowhere to be found.

Then, there was a bit of commotion and the emperors were announced. You found him, locking eyes with him. He was Geta, the Emperor.

You felt overwhelmed. You had many questions of his behaviour. He had been kind. Kinder than he should have been. He had lied. He had taken your heart. Perhaps because he felt like he could.

You made your way to the gardens, needing fresh air.

“Please, do not hold this against me.” You heard him speaking behind you. You turned to face him.

“Why did you lie to me?” You confronted him.

“For the first time, I felt like someone listen to me, that some cared for me, and not the title that I hold. The more I talked to you, the more I realized I need you in my life.” He said, taking a step closer to you.

“You do not. What will people…” He cut you off.

“Nothing. You said it yourself. This decision is mine to make. I am choosing you, despite of it all. I am choosing to be just a boy, who caress deeply for you. I am choosing to be yours.” He said, placing his hands on your waist. “Will you choose me?”

You were left speechless. But you nodded.

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Over the edge

Summary: Your friend, the Emperor Geta, began to treat coldly. You hated being in such tense situation with him.

Warnings:  Explicit smut. Hurt and comfort. Friends to lovers. Enjoy!

The Palace felt like a second home to you. When you came of age, your father took you to all the feast and parties held by other members, including the emperors. He was hoping you would find a good husband.

You never planned on falling in love with the emperor.

You met Geta at a feast held in the palace. Your father introduced you, merely as politeness. It had been a bad day for Geta. His brother had an attack during breakfast and it leaved him stressed about him having another one during the festivities. But somehow, he felt that he could be himself with you.

Maybe it was your warm smile, or the way you said your name, or how you seemed to expect a long answer after asking someone how the had been. Perhaps it was the way he could read that you didn’t have an agenda. No favours, no demands, just a nice conversation and general interest.

 He asked you to go for a walk. He took you to the gardens, and he confessed he found peace and quiet there. He thanked you, for listening. You said you were happy to. He said that somewhere along the line, people had forgot he was a boy. You said that you knew the feeling to well. Since you became of age, your father was obsessed with getting you a husband. He laughs and so did you. And just like that, a friendship was born.

Soon, you were called to the palace as a constant visitor. Geta enjoyed your company. He could talk to you about his plans for the Empire, his likings, a good meal or the latest conquest of Rome. Regardless the topic, you listen to him, and paid care to remember as much as you could. He was grateful for every second with you. He didn’t feel like and Emperor, he felt like the young boy he was.

At first, it was just a friendship, and you tried to push your feeling down, but it was impossible to deny. Your heart beat faster when you saw him, you had shivers all over you when his lips met the palm of your hand and your eyes closed every time, he spoke a little too close to your ear. It was hard to deny that you loved Geta, more than you could admit even to yourself.

As the Senate was being held, you wandered around the palace. You would wait for the sessions to be over, to see Geta. He always ended those sessions with the nerves to the top, unless one of his plans got approved. He would hug you tightly, and you could hear him inhale the fragrance of your hair.

You always helped him unwind after those long meeting, just spending time at the gardens, enjoying the sun and each other’s company. It was a joyous feeling when he rested his head over your lap, as you played with his hair.

You heard his rush footsteps coming towards the gardens. They were stronger than most times: The Senate had gone badly. You knew it was once of those days when he would contemplate, and maybe enjoy rich wine, as he processed the demands of the senators.

“Geta. Hello. I was thinking that maybe we could enjoy wine in the atrium.” You said, getting ahead of his needs.

“Not today. I have a headache. You should go back with your father, before he leaves.” He said, passing by, rushing to his office.

You were left confused. He had never rejected your company. You seek your father and went home. As you walked, you tried to think of anytime Geta had an attitude like that, but you were left clueless about it. Yes, your heart sank a bit when he gave you such a harsh answer, but when you saw just how stressed your father was, clearly you knew it had been a rougher session than most times. Perhaps personal affairs were dragged, and he did not know how to handle it.

The next session of the Senate was held not long after. As always, you were waiting for him outside his office, hoping this session was better that the last one.

“Geta. How did the Senate go?” You asked walking towards him. He pushed you aside.

“I am busy, dear. I must attend a million affairs.” He answered. This time, his tone was colder.

“I just thought that you wanted to…” He cut you off.

“Not today. Now go.” He said, starting to get mad. You just nodded.

This time, your tears threaten to fall. You hold it as much as you could, but you were awfully quiet on the way home. He had never been that rough with you. Regardless of the Senate, he always found the best words for you. He was always sweet. Never this cold.

Two days went by, and your heart could not take to be so far from Geta. You went to the palace, requesting a meeting with him. You knew it could end wrong, but you were willing to take the risk. You entered his office, as you were told to go inside.

“My dear, I am terribly busy. Is it urgent or can your affairs wait?” He asked, giving you a cold tone once again.

“At least for me it is urgent.” You said.

“Is it urgent for the Empire?” He asked.

“Perhaps not, but…”

“Then, leave it for another time. I told you already, I am busy. Now, don’t be stubborn and go home.” He said, not even raising his head from his work.

“Stop. Quit treating me like this. You were always kind to me and know you are just being… being… insufferable.” You blurted out. He raised his head and look at you dead in the eye.

“Insufferable. You are the one that is insisting on taking my precious time from important affairs.” He said, almost scolding you.

“Well, I used to be important enough. And know all you do is push me away.” You said.

“I am not. I am busy.” He insisted.

“You are not. You are pushing me away. Am I suddenly not good enough for you?” You dared.

“Don’t go there. Stop talking before you say something you will regret.” He warned you.

“Regret? There used to be no regrets between us. But perhaps you…”

“Enough!” He screamed, throwing his pen.

“Not enough. Tell me what is going on, and stop being a coward.”

“My brother is going insane!” He screamed at you.

“And the Senate wants him gone. And you can not bare the idea. So instead of getting rid of him, you got rid of me.” You screamed back.

“I am not getting rid of you.” He said.

“Prove it.” You dared him.

You barely had time to process it all. His lips were all over yours. The kiss was messy and desperate. He was proving you that he was not pushing you way and it showed. You imagined him kissing you many times, but never like this. And somehow, it was perfect.

Your back touched the desk, it was both careless and careful. He held your head, but his hand travel to your core. He touched, feeling your wetness gathering in the apex of your thighs.

“Oh, my dear girl. This was all you needed?” He teased, smiling wickedly.

“You need this more than I do, Emperor.” You said back.

He smiled and he pushed your gown up, as he kissed you once more. Then, he freed himself. He aligned himself with your entrance, enjoying as your juices coated him. He pushed pass your entrance, groaning at the feeling of you tighten around him.

He set a fast paced, reaching your deeply, making you moan louder and louder. He soon became desperate, his hand found your clit, rubbing it, as he pushed you over the edge. He followed not long after, and he held you, placing little kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“If every time we fight, I get to fuck you, I’ll fight with you every day.” He said. You laughed.

“I missed your laugh.” He confessed.

“I missed you, Geta. Please, do not push me away. Not anymore.” You said, caressing his face.

“I was talking to your father.” He said, taking your hand.  “I was hoping for your hand in marriage. Then this broke out. I felt that maybe the time wasn’t right. I do not want you to feel used.” Your heart skipped a beat at his confession.

“Perhaps, an empress will calm the senate. Someone that can bring balance between your brother and you. A confidante for both of you.” You said, playing with his hair.

Dear Eddie,

I got so much to say, I don’t even know were to begin.

When I first found a place in Hawkins, I was a scare little girl. I was afraid of myself; I was trying to find out who I was.

Hawkins felt like a home to me, somehow. I could be as weird as I liked, and even when some people there may raise eyebrows at me, there was a group of kids that were like family.

I have to admit, Hawkins was a safe place for so long, but I never felt like a part of it. I never felt like I could see further. And then you came.

And I saw your crazy hair and your stupid smile, and you made fun of the people that made fun of me. And I fell in love.

I saw you cook canned soup, I saw you try to scape and saw you shaking under a huge rock on the woods. I saw more of you than I could have seen of my other friends there.

You were scared and so was I. And you became a hero. And my hearth broke in a million pieces.

God, Eddie. I wish you had another ending. I wish I could watch you grow. I wish I could see you graduate. I wish I could hear you say “87, baby”. I wish so many things that I would have to find each magic lamp in existence.

I knew someday I would have to leave Hawkins. And as the time went by, I thought it would be hard. But it’s not. Because I already said goodbye to the best thing I found there: You.

You made it easy to leave this place I once called “home.” You made my safe place feel hostile. Youb showed me the darkest colours of this place. I hate you for it. I hate you for dying.

But at the same time, you changed me. I was scared of being myself, of being bold and loud. Not anymore. Because of you.

I think all of time of making you proud, I ask myself often if you would do the same, I think constantly of you.

I feel guilty leaving your uncle behind. I feel guilty leaving your grave. I feel guilty leave everything behind. But me dear boy, if I stay, I will cry until I fill lover’s lake.                             

Now, I’m facing that goodbye. I will cry. My heart will shatter. I’ll mourn people and places. But never like I cried for you, or like my heart shattered for you or like I mourn you.

If Hawkins doesn’t have you, then, it doesn’t have anything left for me. Thank you for making the hardest goodbye, the easiest.

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So, I felt like a reintroduction.

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Do I have impostor syndrome?

Most probably.

Will I write that much?

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I usually have limited time to write due to school and (hopefully) I will begin my social service which means even less time. And yes, I might be in school break, but I just have one week left and many things to do.

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As you can see, I added a date to the receipts, and hopefully I will post your order that day, but it can change. Just now that I will be here even if it takes a while.

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