#((Aww TY for this )) T: Plans For A Day

[toruro]

— ✧ to the brim

pairing. kim mingyu x reader

description. all your sweet husband wants is to put a baby into you—is that so bad?

↳ tags. smut (18+), breeding kink, husband!mingyu, filthy honestly

w/c. 2.9k

a/n. request .. i couldnt hold back

you shut your eyes tight, squirming against the soft linen sheets as your husband holds you down. mingyu’s thick, strong arm latches onto your hips, pushing them back down whenever you dig your heels into the mattress and lift them up.

his tongue is lapping at your cunt, the lower half of his face slowly turning into a slobbering, dripping mess. “gyu,” you cry out, as he brings up a single finger and plunges it into your gummy walls, rubbing against them relentlessly and moves his mouth to your clit.

this is mingyu’s treat, as he put it five minutes earlier when you rolled on top of him this morning. you’d spent a few peaceful minutes laying on his sheet as he stroked his fingers through your hair as you drowsily murmured something about enjoying this weekend. of course, mingyu being the loving, caring, giving husband that he is, he offered to go down on you to make sure your day started off a little extra sweet.

now, as mingyu promised, you’re on the verge of your likely first of many orgasms for the next two days, nearly having to grab a pillow to cover your mouth so you don’t get a noise complaint from your neighbors.

reaching down to pull his hair, mingyu moans against your core when you tug at the thick brown locks, the vibrations building up that knot that he’s been so carefully tying. he’s looking you right in the eyes and the way his eyelids are half closed, almost as if he’s enjoying this as much as you (he probably is), has that knot being pulled so tight that you can’t help but let tears prick at corner of your eyes when it finally snaps.

mingyu fucks his fingers into you so fast it has you seeing stars as you ride out your orgasm, his demanding grip on your waist finally being release so you can swivel your hips to meet the movements of his hands. coming down with cries of his name and heavy pants, mingyu finally frees your overstimulated cunt of his ministrations, not breaking his gaze on you.

“you liked that?” he asks jokingly, peeling himself away from your wet thighs, glistening chin on display under the morning glow. rolling your eyes as you finally catch your breath, you let your hiked up knees fall to the bed as mingyu crawls up to you, pressing a messy kiss on your lips.

wincing slightly at the feeling of your own wetness against your cheeks, you push his face away gently. “of course i liked that,” you mumble, face burning.

mingyu chuckles, rolling over and laying in his back next to you, legs intertwined with yours. “just making sure angel,” he replies, bringing up a finger to wipe away some of the wetness from his lips, watching you as you shimmy your panties back on. he pouts when he realizes you’re getting up, fisting and unfisting his hand as he reaches out for you in a grabbing motion. “want more, angel.”

you consider going along with whatever plans mingyu has, and although you are quite turned on, you also feel the need to be a little productive. “i thought this was my treat, was it not?” you retort, swinging your legs over the bed and standing up, making your way out the door.

mingyu huffs at your response, “you’re lame,” throwing his head back. he kicks his legs around in the bed with a faux tantrum, rolling over to your side—he insists it’s warmer—and reaches for your phone. “hey babe, what’s your password again?” he calls out to you in a teasing tone when you’re at the bedroom door.

“mingyu there’s no way you just asked me that,” you sigh, knowing where this is going. he looks up at you with a smug grin as he holds your phone in the air.

“i know,” he says smugly, ”i just want to hear you say it.”

warmth permeates your body at his honesty, and you ears burn as you turn away, embarrassed. “it’s your birthday…”

“aww, really?” he coos as if you haven’t repeated this a million times.

“yes babe,” you mumble, walking out the door. “don’t milk it, or i’ll change it.”

mingyu gasps from the bed. “you would never,” he yells in disbelief.

“would so!” you yell back, grinning to yourself knowing that it’s a damn lie. “what are you doing on my phone anyways?” you ask curiously from the kitchen.

“‘m checking your calendar,” he replies, and from the open door you can see him scrolling through what you can only assume is your period app. you, once again, have an idea of where this is going to go, except this time you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to control yourself—not with the way you instinctively press your thighs together as you remember that it’s that time of month.

no, not that time of month—the other time of month.

you don’t even have time to think about what you’re going to make for breakfast because mingyu is thudding down the hallway and circling his large hand around your wrist and dragging you back to the bedroom. you can’t even find it in you to protest at this point, the familiar pooling of heat at the base of your stomach reinforcing the fact that you want—no, need—this as much as him.

you stumble over your steps but mingyu’s grip on you is tight and steady and before you know it he has you in the air and thrown onto the mattress. “you’re already prepped right angel?” mingyu confirms as he pushes his boxers down before clambering on top of you, resting himself between your legs.

“i dunno,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down into a fierce kiss. “you kind of did eat me out like five minutes ago, did you forget?”

“how could i?” mingyu grins, tugging at the hem of your (his) shirt as a signal to take it off. “you look so hot when you cum,” he adds, “wish i could take a picture and make it my wallpaper or something.” he yanks down your soiled panties once more, making it a personal goal for himself to make sure you don’t get the chance to put them back on this morning.

“you already have pictures,” you remind him, slipping off mingyu’s shirt from your body, falling back onto the sheets as he stares down at you, his painfully hard length pressing into your thigh.

“yeah but they aren’t my wallpaper,” mingyu whines, flicking your clit once and chuckling at the way your body jerks.

“maybe because i don’t want—i don’t know—dokyeom to see me naked every time you open your phone.”

“ugh, you’re right—i hate sharing,” he agrees, nudging his tip against your folds. “you ready angel?”

"uh-huh," you murmur, lifting your hips slightly so he can line himself up with your hole. his bulbous tip hardly pushes in an inch before you're whining out his name and pushing the side of your face into the mattress from the stretch.

not even years with mingyu can prepare you for the way his cock is always so thick and long—the initial stretch is always a challenge, but the sensation of being split in two by your one and only husband has become one that you cherish.

"fuck," mingyu grunts, letting his had fall to your shoulder as he eases his cock into your cunt. "you're fucking sucking me in babe," he continues as he finally bottoms out. pressing kissing onto your skin, you dig your nails into mingyu's back as he allows you to adjust.

when you start to involuntarily rock your hips into his, mingyu takes this as his chance to take control, pressing his arms into your pelvis to still your movements. looking up at him with confusion, his only response is a smirk as he roughly snaps his hips back, the harsh drag of his cock making your vision go hazy and your mind go dizzy. without warning, he ruts back into you, and he feels so close that you nearly feel his cock pulsing inside of your cunt.

the sound of your soaked pussy and mingyu's cock colliding echos through the room, a wet puddle forming beneath the area you connect. your body shakes on the mattress with every thrust, his hips sending you in a back and forth motion as you reach for his hand to stabilize yourself.

"fuck, how are you always this tight?" he moans, slick from your cunt running down his thigh as he angles himself higher above you.

"f-feels so good gyu," you manage to gasp, your legs weakening, their grip on his hips growing loose. "baby, your shoulders—fuck—ca-can you—can i—" you beg incandescently, not making much sense but it seems mingyu understands the message as he slows down his movements.

"god yes." grabbing your legs, he pushes them up so that your knees are pressing against your chest. you secure them in their spot by wrapping your hands under your knees, but the position doesn't last for long before mingyu throws each leg over his shoulder so your ankles touch behind his neck. mingyu latches his arms over your legs that are now pressed against his chest, before pulling his hips back and ramming back into you.

the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears and with every batter of his cock against that one spot in your cunt, you feel closer and closer to white, hot release. you grapple at the sheets around you, not being able to hold your husband's hands, and squirm at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you.

"you close gyu? 'm close," you moan.

"yeah—shit—i can tell babe, you're squeezing me so tight, so good. gonna milk me dry angel?" he grunts, pressing down further so you're nearly bent in half.

"i wanna," you babble mindlessly, "wanna cum with you—wanna have your cum gyu—"

even in your hazy state, you catch the way mingyu's eyes darken at your words. "fuck say that again," he orders.

"want your cum!" you cry out, feeling the hot coil in your stomach grow close to it's end. "fill me up gyu, 'm so close, 'm ready—please, please, please, gimme your cum gyu, please." your words are going through mingyu's ears and straight down to his cock and then he's slamming into you so hard you think you might fall off the face of the earth.

"fucking perfect pussy, 'm gonna fill you up, fill you up so good your tummy's gonna be all swollen with my baby," mingyu moans with thick spurts of his seed shooting through you, marking your cunt as his. the feeling has your back arching off the mattress, legs shaking over his shoulders as you shriek his name. "you like that?"

"mingyu—shit! love it, love your cum, love you!" you whine as pleasure slams through your body, legs giving out from the tension so they fall by mingyu's side so he can continue fucking into you despite his own overstimulation.

he watches the way you twitch at every movement, looking down at the part when his cock kisses your pussy, adoring the way he's able to fuck all his dripping seed back into you, muttering to himself about how he's gotta "make sure you don't waste a drop."

within a few moments you're both intertwined as an overstimulated mess, mingyu finally stilling inside of you as you pant for breath. "think it worked?" he murmurs, and you lift your head to look down at your core.

"it'd better," you reply, letting mingyu lean down to kiss you. then, against his lips, you continue, "we fucked up the sheets for this." you shift a little and then you feel the cool wet spot that has formed, cringing at how you already have to change the sheets.

"mm, we can just make use of the space…you know, since it's already so messy," mingyu suggest, pulling away from your lips and now that he's not kissing you, you're hyper aware of the way he's growing hard inside of you.

"mingyu—"

"c'mon angel, you know you want to. need to see you brimming with my cum," he eggs you on, grabbing your waist and turning you over on your stomach while he's still inside of you. you feel the stretch from inside of your pussy return, and mingyu's words are doing nothing but filthy things to you because you feel yourself growing warmer at the thought of his cum seeping out of you.

"please," you squeak out when he forcefully yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, lined up with mingyu's pelvis.

"so needy," mingyu chuckles, pulling his length out halfway, placing a hand on your ass to steady himself. your whole core is covered in wetness, a mix of his saliva from earlier when he went down on you, his cum, and your own wetness. the sticky mixture coats both of your bodies now, and mingyu can't help but spiral at the idea that after this, you're going to be filled with even more of his cum.

he snaps his hips so his cock slamming back into you with such sheer force that you lurch forward, the only thing holding you in your spot being mingyu's grip on your lower half. "bet you wanted this—fuck—" he mutters out, each word punctuated with increasingly sharp thrusts, "—from the moment you woke up. wanted to be fucked raw. wanted me to dump my cum inside of your perfect fucking pussy."

"yes!" you agree without a thought to your head, arms giving out so your face is pressing into the mattress now. your moans are a bit muffled and mingyu is slightly annoyed that he can't hear you to your fullest, releasing his irritation by plunging his cock into your gaping cunt harder and harder, which has you crying out louder and louder.

"holy fuck, you're so tight—are you gonna cum already?" mingyu groans as you arch your back and push your ass back to meet his thrusts, chasing your third orgasm of the day.

"s-sorry gyu—it feels s-so so good," you blabber, tears springing at your eyes as a sob rips at your throat. you're so close already, your core squeezing and twitching uncontrollably at the immense stimulation and pleasure that's coming over you. you're tethering on to whatever last bit of self control you have as mingyu abuses your warm, wet walls with his cock.

"don't apologize angel," mingyu reminds you, but it's hard to believe him when his voice sounds so strained. you can tell he's refraining, holding himself back from letting loose and now you're mind is going blank at the thought of mingyu cumming inside you as tears begin to streak down your cheeks.

"oh my god, mingyu, 'm getting close," you warn, body growing limp as your thighs begin to cramp.

"fuck, my precious angel gonna cum on my cock? gonna make a mess?"

"yes, love your cock mingyu, love it, need it," you plead. "can i have your cum? wan' more of your cum gyu—feels so good." your vocabulary is reducing to that of a five-year olds (save for the repeated begging for mingyu's seed) and you can't help but hiccup over yourself.

"wan' my cum? fuck, i'll give you my cum—breeding you like the good fucking girl you are," mingyu spits out, jamming his cock into you with sloppy but determined thrusts. they're erratic and mindless but it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum for the third time this morning.

muffling your cries with the sheets underneath you, the way you're bawling out his name and pleading, "fill me up gyu, do it deep," has him letting go of all notions of self control.

he's cumming inside of you once more with one last thrust, murmuring, "gonna fuck a baby into you—you want that? wanna have my babies, angel?"

"yes gyu—fuck!" you moan at the feeling of his load being squirted inside of you, the hot ropes of cum seeming endless as the sensation helps you ride out the last of your orgasm.

"fuck, i've filled you to the brim," mingyu groans, looking down at the way his and your liquids cream the base of his cock and balls, the mess dripping down onto the linen. "what a mess," he mumbles to himself, more satisfied with himself than anything.

you're still slightly shaking, the past three orgasms fully catching up to you with a harsh wave of exhaustion that has your body falling forward flat onto the mattress, mingyu slipping out of you in the process. you let out a soft groan at the feeling of being empty, but have no time to dwell on the thought as mingyu flips you over again so you're lying on your back.

you're able to see the look on his face now, finally facing him, and the way his eyes sparkle down at you has your stomach tumbling in adoration. "i love you," mingyu states, eyes trailing down from your face back down to your cunt.

"i love you too," you chuckle before saying, "my eyes are up here lover boy." mingyu rolls his eyes, but doesn't peel his eyes away. "take a picture babe, it'll last longer." mingyu's eyes shoot up at that.

"can i?"

"only if you send it to me too."

a/n. hope you enjoyed! please like and reblog and let me know how u liked this c:

[dcddyrecper]

It was with the intricate sound of silverware being jostled that indicated the approach of the little girl. Her hair was held back by little star clips and she was bouncing excitedly thus the dancing of the silverware over the tray. He small face scrunched up in concentration. She had juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, lemon butter, pancakes and two slices of bacon on the tray. Which she was balancing with a card that had Felix the Cat on it. "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DADDY." she exclaimed.

He was at his desk going over something in the large book open before him. His ears never failed him where sound was concerned and certainly food was a draw to the entity, so to smell the cooking food had been a test of patience to not appear in the kitchen and steal what he wanted from the stove. He doubted either Anu or Athy would appreciate such a blatant theft.

He turned in his seat and pulled the book away to make space for the child to sit the food down. She had done well, she had grace. He glanced down at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” he said warmly. Reaching for a piece of toast to take a bite out of it. “You did this by yourself ?” he asked though of course he knew the answer to that.  Still, he was delighted to have been brought this. He scooped the small girl up and opened the card to read it. “Again, Thank you.” he murmured kissing the top of her head fatherly. “Do we have plans today--shall I clear my schedule ?”

[mystic-sky]

part 1 here.

You stirred awake as the sun crept onto the bare back of the man you clung to. His arm was draped over you, chest heaving softly. You looked up at him. Even while he slept he was gorgeous. You could only imagine what you looked like right now. Your brain flashed back to everything that happened the night before.

He fucked you. Spectacularly well. 

You did your best to slip from underneath his grasp without waking him. Slowly but surely, you released yourself from his grip. You didn’t think he’d be a heavy sleeper.

Your feet lightly touched the carpet and you crept towards bathroom. Immediately, pristine and cool tiles laid beneath you as you fathomed over his personal bathing space. You looked around before finding your reflection over the bathroom sink.

“Look what he did to me.” You panic, hickeys panted your neck and chest. You ran your fingertips over the bruised skin.

“I was so into it, I didn’t even think to ask him not to leave any marks.” You whisper quietly as you facepalm yourself.

You used the bathroom and washed your hands promptly before peaking out the door at the beast in his bed. He was still fast asleep, snoring just barely. 

What a fucking princess, you thought. He remained beautiful even in slumber. His hair was disheveled a bit, but he was still gorgeous.

You crept back into bed, wanting to slide beneath his arms again without waking him.

You pouted, laying on your side of the bed neutrally and watching him rest. You couldn’t even attempt to go back to sleep- you couldn’t stop looking at him. You liked this quieter version of him so much. It was almost hard for you to come to terms with the fact of what he was capable of in bed. The things he had already done to you made your face hot.

And then you remembered your declaration of how good the sex was, telling him you’d come back soon. You felt out of your mind. You covered your face from utter embarrassment. Of course you wanted to see him again, but it ticked you off a bit that he predicted that it’d be this way.

Pulling your hands down halfway across your face, your eyes laid on his sleeping frame. You still couldn’t fathom why he liked you. You’d be sure to ask him why later. You could only imagine what dating him would be like. Would he pick you up from work? Did he have siblings for you to meet? What were his favorite foods- and did you even know how to make them?

What was the actual deal with his eyes? Your glance pivoted towards his long white eyelashes. Would he eventually tell you everything? Would he be willing to? 

When you instinctively found yourself bringing a hand to touch his face his eyes shot open. 

“Boo!”

You jumped, nearly falling backwards off the bed as a loud shriek fell from you lips. 

“What is wrong with you?” You clutched your chest as he let out a deep laugh. 

“You stare a lot. I could feel your eyes burning a hole through my body.” He finally said after his good laugh, sitting up.

“I can’t help it.” You said, sucking both your lips into a line. You bit down shyly as you gripped the ends of the t-shirt you wore.

“I never said I minded.” He slid closer to you.

“Wow, you’re even cute with bed hair.” He added. 

“How long have you been awake?” You blush, changing the subject.

“Since you left me all alone to go potty.” He pouted. Your eye twitched. 

“You creep!” You say, clutching a pillow and swinging it at him. 

“I was hoping you were going to cuddle with me again, but then you just laid there ogling at me. Again, I don’t blame you.” He said, bringing a thumb to your chin. You could’ve rolled your eyes, but he was so close all you could think about was him kissing you again. You hoped he would, you were antsy and yearning for a repeat of the prior night’s events.

“What?” You finally said, anxiously breaking the silence.

He blinked softly at you before speaking, “How sweet do you like your coffee?”

You blinked a few times, earning a grin from him. 

“I- Sweet enough?” You blurted. Your mind had wandered off just from him getting close to you like that. “Two sugars I guess, and whatever creamer you’ve got works.”

“I tend to go a bit overboard. So I’ll let you add the stuff you like.” He chuckled, slipping out of the bed. 

“Let me get you some stuff.” He walked towards the linen closet. You could see him in the hallway from the bedroom. He came back with a tooth brush and towel. 

“Everything else is in the bathroom.” He said, handing you the toiletries. 

“Thanks a lot.” You say, getting up on your feet. You hugged the towel to your chest. 

“Holler if you need me. Unless you wanna shower together-

“No.” You say, skidding past him. You walked down the hall, feeling a little shy to shower in his master bathroom. 

“Aww, you’re breaking my heart (Name)-chan.”  He called out.

“You’ll survive.” You say, you could feel his eyes on you as you nervously stepped into the other bathroom.

“I can help you figure out how to turn on the water~”

“I can manage~” You sing back, shutting the door.

He’s got all his stuff in the other bathroom, you thought. You placed the towel and toothbrush on the sink counter. 

“I’ll give him a little space.” You needed a little bit too, you felt frantic at the idea of bathing with him. You had no idea why that felt too intimate and steamy for you. The idea of him bathing you, sudsing your slippery wet body- you knew you were going to fold and let him fuck you if he tried. That or you’d initiate it yourself. 

But it was probably the inevitable sweetness that would follow afterwards that scared you mostly. How playful you knew he would be as he bathed you after you both would cum. He’d probably give you kisses and make fun of you and your inability to stop looking so cute and embarrassed all the time.

Were you ready for intimacy like that? To make you fall in love with him? Heck, you briefly remember him telling you that you might fall for him when he was sexing you hours ago.

You patted your face with your palms repeatedly.

“You’re thinking too much.” You said to yourself before, looking into the large bathroom mirror. 

“I be he’s not overthinking at all. He’s probably nonchalant as fuck right now.” You whispered, finding the toothpaste. You brushed your teeth promptly before removing your shirt. You slid the shower door open and stepped inside, fiddling with the knobs for the right temperature. There were soaps you were and weren’t familiar with. 

Does he really live alone? You found it hard to believe that he was this attractive and single.

Maybe some women can’t take his vain personality, you thought.

After what felt like a long shower from contemplating your decisions from the night prior, you exited the bathroom. You clutched the towel around your damp body as you walked back into his bedroom. You could hear him in the shower, but you saw he had laid out clothes on the bed. 

“Those are for you.” He called out, making you jump. You didn’t realize he heard you walk into the bedroom. 

You stared at the matching hoodie and sweatpants on the bed. He was perfectly content with lending you his clothes and that made your chest warm. 

You found your bra and put it on. You wished you had fresh underwear, but at the same time you’d probably throw up in your mouth a bit if he had that to give to you too.

You slid on the gray sweat pants, tying the jaw string as tight as you could around your waist so they’d fit. Followed by the hoodie, you pulled your hair out the hem of it and looked in the mirror attempting to primp yourself up the best you could. Why does wearing this make it feel like I’m his girlfriend, you thought.

He had good taste in clothes, you hoped this wasn’t his favorite.

“The slides are for you, too.” You heard him say in the doorway. His hair was still dripping wet but out of his of his face and pushed back.  He gripped the towel around his torso before walking up to one of his drawers.

“What slides- oh.” You peer down at the black sandals beside the bed.

“I’ve got socks for you, too. You’re about to look like a little me~” He cooed. He seemed happy to dress you up and you stood there awkwardly, cheeks red.

“Thanks. I was fine with going home in my dress though.”

“I was too. You looked so good in it.” He said, walking over and handing you a pair of socks. “But I also want you to be comfortable.”

“I’ll be sure to give them back.” You said nervously, bawling your fists under the long lengths of your sleeves. 

“The sooner I get to see you again, the better.” He says smugly, closing the space between you both. 

“What is it that you like about me exactly?” You look up at him. 

“You’re even more direct in the day time.” He said, nearly brushing his nose against yours. 

“I’m serious.” You say through crimson cheeks.

“I just gave you one reason.” He laughs, throwing his head back. “I like how forward you are, too. It’s tasteful, so it doesn’t feel like I’m talking to a brick.”

“Mhmm,” you crossed your arms, coaxing him to go on. 

“You’re super adorable. Seriously, you haven’t stopped blushing at me. I could make fun of you forever. And you take the teasing so well so far. It’s kind of hard for people to deal with my overbearing personality sometimes.”

“The list can and will be endless... if you let me take you to dinner this weekend.”

“I- wow..” you stutter. He really seemed to genuinely like you. You didn’t find his personality overbearing in the slightest. In fact, to you it made him more attractive. And the fact that he was able to turn it off at the right moments to convey that he is thinking of you made your heart swell.

“Did you not expect me to ask you right away?” 

“I did not.”

He let out another laugh. 

“Unless you have plans, or work. Let me know. I can work around it.”

“I think I can fit you into my schedule.” You shoot back one of his signature smug smiles.

“You’re for real becoming a mini me.” He said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You’re gonna get me all wet.” You say as some of his damp strands press against your forehead. 

“Honey, I do that already.” His voice low, pressing his lips against yours. You had wanted him to kiss you so bad, you were so happy he initiated it. You brought a hand into his wet tresses, pressing him into the kiss. He moaned against your mouth as he brought one of his large hands to grab your ass, squeezing firmly. 

You did a little yelp into his mouth before pulling away, “Your dick is stabbing me in the stomach.”

“Oops,” He said, before pressing a quick kiss against your lips. He let go of you, before pulling his towel off his lower half, drying his hair a bit more throughly. 

“Let me get dressed, and then I’ll make you breakfast. Or we could go out. Your pick.” He said.

“You aren’t the least bit shy, are you?” You say as your gaze drops to his member. 

“Maybe I was in grade school. There are some things you grow out of.” He said, turning his body and walking towards his closet.

“For most people, this is not one of them.” You turn away, walking out the door and giving him the privacy he didn’t even ask for. 

“(Name)-chan, maybe I wanted to put on a show for you.” He called out. 

“Get dressed.” You found your way to his living room, plopping your body on the suede couch. Everything was too nice, and you did your best not to touch anything while your eyes ogled around the place. You could see some antiques plastered with his last name on the shelves. 

So he really is a big shot, you thought. You’d heard briefly of the Gojo family’s financial successes but nothing more. It sort of explains his personality, but there were plenty of things still left unanswered.

He had pictures of himself all around going places with family and friends. You looked at some of the women in the photos, wondering if he had dated any of them or if they were relatives. This one photo in particular caught your eye. He was wearing a blindfold, smiling the biggest smile beside three awkward looking teenagers in private school uniforms. This looks recent, you think.

Right beneath it were three people in another photo- him being on the left wearing dark sunglasses and a small brunette girl in the middle. The third person to the right was male and almost as tall as him, with dark hair and black piercings. He has to be in high school here, you thought.

He didn’t change much, he still looked like a cocky bastard. You smiled a soft smile. He’s still a likable person if you can adapt well to his personality.

“I’m like 17 in that one.” His voice rang from behind you. You spun your head around. He had on an outfit similar to yours, with a black hoodie instead. 

“How old are you now?” You ask, realizing you had no idea how old he was.

“28.” He said, walking through the open space towards the kitchen. Your mouth could’ve dropped, panning back towards the photo and towards him again.

“You look the same. Maybe a little taller? But the exact same.” You turn your body, draping your elbow over the couch to watch him as he fiddled through his cabinets. 

“I’ve got good genes. The kids will be gorgeous.” He says slyly, placing two mugs on the counter. You roll your eyes, bringing yourself to your feet. You stride towards the kitchen, watching him pour the coffee into both mugs.

“That smells so good.” You say, swooning at the scent. He slid your mug towards you as you watched him toss several sugar cubes into his coffee.

Your eye twitches, “Is that really necessary?”

“You’ve been drinking coffee wrong your entire life I see.” He says casually, dumping more cubes into his cup. He finally mixes in the creamer before taking a sip. 

“Fuck yes.” He breathes out.

“Major crackhead energy.” You laugh, putting normal amounts of cubes into your own cup.

“Don’t knock it til you try it.” He says, bringing his mug towards your lips. Your take hold of thing, but he’s not letting go. You think he’s enjoying your fingers touching his while you press your lips onto the edge of his cup. You take a sip before stepping back immediately wincing. He laughs deeply at you before putting the cup back to his own lips and taking a sip.

“You’re an actual crackhead-“ You scrunch your lips, “-what kind of manic sweet tooth, what the fuck?!”

He laughing heavier now, leaning on the counter. 

“8.9/10.” You scoff, pertaining to his review you gave him earlier. He laughs harder.

“You’re too funny.” He raised his head, wiping a  tear. 

“I’ll gain the points back.” He flirted back through his chuckles.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. What a kiddish trait, it’s cute, you thought.

“Now, another question.” He managed to say, laughter finally subsiding. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Surprise me.” You say, sliding around to sit on the stool behind the island. 

And with that he cooked you breakfast. The entire experience felt like a dream. You didn’t want to go back home. But you were sure your friends were wondering how your night was. You had your own life, but you were aching for him to be apart of it. You wondered what his world was like. Surely this was just a minuscule part of his week but what did he do for fun, what were his hobbies or favorite TV shows, does he stay up late or not? You wondered if he likes to sleep with the cool air on all the time. What were his turn ons and turn offs, and so much more.

You were starting to romanticize him a bit too much, and you’d be petrified if he could tell what you were thinking. 

“That was delicious.” You say, eyes on his back as he placed the last dish in the dish rack.

“I’m a man who loves to please his guests.” He leant back on the sink, drying his hands. Just as he was about to speak his phone rang. He scooped it out of his pocket, picking it up. 

“Good morning~” He sung. You pouted a bit, wondering if he was that cheery with everyone. He walked off, mouthing at you that he’d be right back. 

You swung your legs on the stool, slouching a bit. Before you could continue feeling jealous of who was on the phone, he came back out, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Well, that was work.” He let out a heavy sigh. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask, turning your bum in the seat towards him.

“Not exactly. There’s a little emergency. So I’ve gotta bring you home now.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh, okay. It’s alright.” You bawl your fists, feeling a bit disappointed. You were going home anyway but you wanted the moment to last as long as it could.

“I’m sorry.” He says, walking up to you in your chair, bringing a thumb to your chin. He tilted your head before speaking again. 

“So I’m a teacher and I have to go check on one of my students. He’s not looking so good.” He sounded a little more happy than upset saying this. You cocked your eyebrow, happy he was finally laying some truth on you but slightly weirded out by his tone.

“He’s a bit of weird kid. He’s got a knack for getting himself in some odd situations. But he’s got potential. I believe in him.” He says, making you relax a little. You hoped the situation wasn’t dire- he wasn’t acting like it was anyways.

You nodded, realizing maybe it was one of the kids you saw in the photos. 

“That’s really sweet.” You smile, rubbing your hands between your thighs. 

“Let’s get your things. You need another bag for your clothes?” You nod. He was incredibly thoughtful. 

Quickly after with your belongings in hand you follow him towards his front door. You watched him put on the darkest shade of sunglasses before grinning at you. Your heart was swelling, he looked so good you desperately wanted him to be yours. Your eyes dropped to your feet, trying to hide the high color on the apples of your cheeks. 

“The cutest.” He said, pulling your chin up and pressing his lips against yours. “Don’t look so down. We’ll have more time together soon.”

You puffed up your cheeks before letting out a sarcastic sigh, rolling your eyes. All you wanted was to throw your arms around him, get naked and back in the bed. You briefly remembered that you had things to do today as well. Adulting is annoying, you thought. 

“I want another kiss.” You were so whipped.

He obliged, pressing another sweet and delicate kiss to your lips.

“I’d give you some tongue but then I’d get worked up again.” You could see the sweet stare in his eyes when he a bent down over his shades.

“Mhmmm, and you don’t want to be late.” You say, using your hands to feel up on his chest.

“I’m now noticing you’re quite the tease, (Name).” 

“Hmmm,” You say, flipping your hair. “That’s rich coming from you.”

You brazenly moved past him and opened the door. He passed his tongue over his lips.

He could get used to this.

******

You were back to your regular schedule. Everything felt somewhat mundane without him. You had only spent a few hours with him, but it was magical. Your head was empty aside from him constantly echoing in it whenever you spaced out. Your friends could tell he had done it to you. Completely and utterly entranced by him, you were at work doodling things when you should’ve been working, texting him when you shouldn’t have been texting, even fawning over him when you should’ve been sleeping.

It had been a few days since you last saw him. You didn’t dare call him. Instead, a lot of texting throughout the day. You were falling asleep with your phone in your hands at 3AM- yeah you had it bad. Of course he was busy, and your brain had been doing whirl winds thinking he simply didn’t want to talk to you at some moments, only to be bombarded with more texts of him explaining his whereabouts hours later.

On his end of things, he couldn’t stop thinking about you these past few days. Your voice played endlessly in his head. Things you would say and your sweet moans- all of them on repeat. His students could tell he was more chipper than usual (if that’s even possible) but somehow quieter and more deep in thought during some instances. 

He couldn’t rid the thought of you from his brain. Your lips, the way you said his name. You were so delicate. He was anxious to call you but he was often tired after his long work day and dealing with his students. He sent you as many texts as he could. As soon as he was finally able to get back to you you were already fast asleep. He wanted you to call him so badly. He was confused as to why you didn’t.

You had just gotten home from work, fresh out the shower. You were doing your usual routine when you heard your phone go off. You nearly leapt towards your bed, towel nearly falling off your body. 

You unlocked your phone to find a text from Satoru. You couldn’t stop grinning at the screen.

‘Hey sweets 😌❤️’

You anxiously tapped your fingers away, attempting to say hi and ask him what he was doing before your phone rang. You squealed, dropping the device onto to the bed.

“He’s calling me. He’s fucking calling me.”

You panicked, sliding up the bed away from your phone like it was some sort of cursed scroll. It may not have seemed like a big deal to some considering you slept with the man less than 72 hours prior. But he had never called you before, things felt so backwards. You really were crushing on him.

Realizing the phone had been ringing for too long, you crawled over to pick it up. 

“Hello?” You said, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Heyy~” He sung. You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees.

“Hey.” You say casually, succeeding at hiding your nervousness. 

“You’re off work right? What are you up to right now?” He asked. The background sounded quiet, you couldn’t guess where he was.

“Yeah. I got off a while ago. I just got out the shower.” You say, gripping your towel. You laid back on your bed, holding the phone to your ear.

“Nice, me too. I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat. I’m starving right now.” He chirped.

Right now? He wanted to see you? Your were eager to say yes, scream yes, into the phone.

“You can’t wait til the weekend, star boy?” You tease. 

“I like that name. We’re doing nicknames now?”

“You’ve been calling me sweetie, cutie, honey- I’m just getting started.” 

“You can call me all the names you want tonight if you come get dinner with me.” He says. 

“Definitely.” You say, excitedly swinging your legs above your body.

“Great, I’m outside.”

“What?”

“Parked out front.”

“What the...” you pull the phone from your ear, and walk towards the window angled towards the front of your house. There his car was, double parked in the street. 

“What the hell?!” You exclaimed.

“You’re mad.” You say, letting out the loudest laugh. “What were you gonna do if I said no?”

“I knew you’d say yes. You miss me bad don’t you?”

You couldn’t deny it. You let out a flirty and sarcastic sigh and when silence filled the phone line soon after, he quickly followed up with,

“Cause I miss you real bad right now.”

You held your head with your free hand, a complete and utter blushing mess. 

“I’ll be down in 10 minutes.”

“That’s what I like to hear. And it’s casual wear, so don’t stress.” He says smugly into the phone. How could you not stress?

You give him an ‘okay’ before hanging up and grabbing the nearest pillow, screaming into it. You swung your head back, letting out a loud, nervous breath.

He’s so crazy, you thought, smiling and holding your towel to your chest.

You quickly got dressed, finding your best booty hugging jeans and long sleeved v-neck ribbed shirt. You lightly did your makeup, and fixed your hair. You spritz yourself with your favorite scents and looked in the mirror.

“He’s so inconsiderate.” You say this but you can’t stop grinning. You throw a light jacket over your arm before sprinting to your front door, checking yourself in the mirror once more. You lock your door before attempting to casually walk to his car like you weren’t just in panic. 

You open the door, sliding into the passenger seat. 

“Hey,” you say, placing your jacket and purse on your lap. 

“Damn, you look good.” He turned towards you, lip between his teeth whilst he grinned. 

“Thank you.” You say, getting a good look at him. He had on blue, lightly distressed jeans and a sherpa lined jean jacket. He had a cool grey shirt underneath and another dark pair of shades encased in silver templates that helped push his hair back.

He had absolutely no right to look that good. 

“You look good too,” You say, sliding some hair behind your ears. 

“Thanks, sweetie.” He said, leaning over. He was centimeters from your face, breath panting over your lips. His eyes fixated on yours. You almost closed your eyelids in anticipation waiting for a kiss.

His arm reached past you, pulling your seatbelt over your body and fastening it.

“Safety first.” He said cheekily. This motherfucker.

“You thought I was gonna kiss you?” He smirked, leaning back in his seat.

“Shut up. Where are we eating?” You huff.  He got you good.

“I was thinking BBQ.” He chuckled back. 

“Unless you have a taste for somewhere else, I’m down for whatever if they have desserts.”

“BBQ works.” You say as he starts the car.

“Then I know just the place. It’s nice and low key, not too far from here. And they’re known for having the best ginger beer. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

“Sounds good.” You smile, watching him turn on the radio. 

“And more importantly, how was your day?” He  panned his cerulean eyes towards you for just moment asking this, then back at the road.

“It was good. Nothing stressful, it was normal. How about you?”

“I’m glad.” He says. “My day was mediocre. I sent my students off early. They’ve been working their butts off. I figured they deserved it.” 

“I get the feeling you wanted to slack off a little too, hence you finding the time to be here with me right now.” You teased. 

“You could say that. I told you I missed you.” He reaches over, placing his large hand over yours. You tense up, not expecting him to display such a romantic gesture.

“Too much?” He asks.

“Not at all...” Your voice barely audible and fading under the music, but he heard it.

“Good.” He entwined his fingers over yours, massaging your knuckles with his thumb. The very sensation sends chills up your arms before your body relaxes. Not him making you melt from a simple hand hold.

Your heart was boucing against your rib cage.  You prayed your palms wouldn’t start sweating underneath his warm hand. You bit back a smile as you both rode in comfortable silence.

“I hope you know dinner is still on this weekend.” He speaks up.

“It better be.” You say. “You still have time to improve your rating, especially after the atrocious coffee from the other day.”

He laughs lightly, “was it that bad?”

“Bad is too generous.” 

“I bet you eat saltines when you’re craving.” He rolled his eyes.

“Just because your coffee is too sweet does not mean I’m one of those people who like saltines.”

“It actually does.” 

“It does not.”

“I bet you eat the regular corn flakes with the green rooster on it too, don’t you?”

“I do no-

“You do. That’s the only possible explanation for your bland tongue.”

“I bet you’re one of those kids who used to eat sugar straight out of the packets at restaurants when you went out with your parents.”

“Spot on.” He cackled. His laugh was so contagious, you found yourself throwing your head back as well.

Not long after, he pulled into an empty space. When he let go of your hand to park, you pouted.

“We’re here?” You ask. He hummed in response. 

“That was fast.” You say.

“That’s what happens when you spend time with someone like me.” The smile he shoots you makes you feel sick- in a good way. 

He gets out and walks around the car to open the door for you. He takes hold of your hand as you get up and shut the door. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours as you walk towards the restaurant. You weren’t this nervous the first time you both were this close. You could feel your chest swelling and hands getting a bit clammy as you looked up at him.

“You’re gonna love this place. My top 5 places to eat in Tokyo. Did I mention the music is great too?” He said, pulling down his shades, much to your disappointment. 

“Nope. Looks trendy.” You say, peering through the glass as you both walked inside. He squeezes your hand playfully, grabbing your attention.

“This is just one of many places I’ll take you.” He caught himself lost in your eyes for a second before grunting a bit.

“If you want that, that is.” 

“I do.” You say, quickly making it evident you truly did like him back. You’re twinkling to him in that moment, gracing him with the most precious smile he’s ever received.

And for the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru’s heart skipped a beat.

“Are you okay?” You quiz. He had been staring at you for a little too long.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He said. “You’re just really cute.”

“Falling for me?” You said it thinking it was something he would say but his reaction was a little different then you expected.

“I might be.” He says quietly, but somehow still confidently.

You raise a brow at him, was he blushing? You almost missed it, considering he threw a cocky grin right back on.

“Table for 2 please!” He called out to the host. 

Dinner was more amazing than you expected it to be. He was good laugh, followed along by good food and some good desserts- just like he promised. You hadn’t had this much fun with anyone in long time. You didn’t want the night to end, and you’d give anything to spend more time with him. 

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You were on his arm, walking back towards his parked car.

“Not particularly. Just essential things, grocery shopping, some laundry. I wanna wash the clothes you gave me.” You say, pondering what other chores and plans you had. 

“Want to spend the night with me again?” He asks bluntly. He read your mind, and that freaked you out a bit. You can’t read his eyes through the thick shades, and he’s not grinning his usual grin.

“Do you have some sort of special ability I don’t know about?” You questioned. He smiled again, which made you relax.

“I have a few.” He laughs. Something told you he wasn’t lying, but you didn’t ask. “So is that a yes?”

“Obviously.” You say. “Let me go home get some clothes.”

“That’s takes up so much time.” He whined. You were happy he felt vulnerable enough to act this way around you.

“It’ll only be a few minutes. I won’t take long.” You say, squeezing his hand back. “Besides, if you’re patient you might get a surprise later.”

With that, he shoved you in his car, seemingly teleporting to the drivers seat. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter as you fastened yourself seatbelt.

“Any surprise from you is sure to be a blessing,” he says proudly, starting the car.

You both rode back to your house. You were eager not to keep him waiting, only filling your bag with the toiletries and clothes you thought you’d need. You were really going back to his house. He literally invited you back to his space. You felt crazy in that moment, but you were still going through with all of it, zipping your bags up a little too giddily. Was he this spontaneous all the time? No matter, you loved what was happening. 

Even if things between the both of you didn’t work out, (because you absolutely never know) you were still going to imbue the experience into your head. You were having a lot of fun, and that was all thanks to him.

“Finally,” he said as you finally entered the vehicle again.

“You’re impatient this evening.” 

“I enjoy being in your space.” 

“That so?” You say, putting on your seatbelt. His hand find yours as it rests on your lap again, and you hold back a swoon. It was so attractive watching him drive with one hand like that.

“Who wouldn’t? You’re the most refreshing person I’ve met in a while.”

“Are you trying to boost your score again?”

“You know, I should start rating you, too. Just because.” He jokes. Your mind starts ringing a range of dirty thoughts.

“I’ll get a perfect score.” You say confidently. 

“Ohh-hoh? You got some tricks up your sleeve I don’t know about?” 

“You think I’m just some sort of whiny sub with occasional comebacks here and there?”

He was quiet, attempting to suppress a grin.

“You’re right.“ You say in just a barely sarcastic tone. He looked at you for a second and back at the road again. 

“I’m just a bratty sub. It’s imbued in my personality.” You say, cupping your cheek.

“You’re too funny.” He smirked. “You’ve got all night to prove yourself to me, cutie.” 

“I’d like to go to bed before midnight if that’s alright with you.” You say sarcastically.

“You know that’s not happening right?” 

“Because you start your day with a crackhead cup of coffee? I figured as much.” You say, leaning your elbow on the car door. He let out a toothy laugh, glasses slipping down his nose a bit. 

“This is why I like you.” 

Less than 20 minutes later, you both were in his apartment. You took off your shoes and hung your jacket besides his on the coat rack. After washing your hands together like some parent and child over the sink, you flopped on the familiar suede coach, letting out a sigh. 

“Ughhh, I’m so tired.” You say, staring at the ceiling. You had pictured yourself being at home catching up on one of your shows or reading a good book. Instead here you were in his living room making sheep eyes at him as he grabbed his remote. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” He said, flipping through his streaming services. When he heard that you didn’t answer, he turned his gaze towards you. 

“You and I both know you don’t want to watch a movie.”

He smirks before sitting on the coach beside you. 

“No, I don’t.” He chuckles honestly. He wanted to ravish you, but he figured you might want to save the sex for later. He slipped off his glasses and put them on the coffee table.

“But knowing someone’s favorite movies gives you a lot of insight on who they are.” He adds.

“You’re a lot deeper than you like to let on.” You say, shifting your body closer towards his and pressing your breasts against his arm.

“(Favorite movie).” You say, earning a raised brow from him.

“8/10.” He says.

“It’s a 10/10 movie.” You retort. 

“Your review is sitting at 8/10, until further notice.” 

“There are plentiful ways to improve said review.” He says, pretending to look at his finger nails. You bury a laugh into his shoulder, before speaking.

“I missed you a lot.” You say quietly after your laughter subsides, nuzzling your head against him. He hums deeply.

“Then why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

You look up at him, lips curling into a smile. You give him an ‘okay’ before throwing one of your legs over his lap, straddling him on the couch. He let out a grunt, not expecting you to eagerly pounce on top of him. He instinctively places his hands on your waist. You take hold of his jaw in your hands before kissing him. You could feel his throat growl against your hand, sending the vibrations throughout your body. You used your free hand to cradle the back of head, deepening the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around your body as he let out a barely audible moan.

You pulled his lip into your mouth, sucking for a second and letting go, shooting him a seductive smile.

“Did that do the trick?” You ask, wiping a bit of the wetness from your mouth with a single finger.

“I think I need a little more.” His azure eyes were begging for your mouth but he somehow still felt like the dominant one underneath you.

You comply, dipping your head back down, pressing your wet lips to his. You connect tongues and he eagerly welcomed it. You couldn’t help but hum against his mouth. He was giving you that feeling in your core again. You instinctively grinded your hips against his crotch. You wanted more friction, regretting wearing jeans in that moment. His large hot hands travel under your shirt, caressing your bare back skin. You felt him teasing at your bra while your tongue was at work in his mouth.

“Stop fiddling with it and take it off if you want to.” You say, anxiously. 

“I have to undress you? This may affect your score.” He puts a finger to his chin, smiling smugly.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes before taking off your shirt right in front of him, giving him a show. 

“That’s what I like to see.”

You dive towards his lips again, pressing your breasts against him. It didn’t take long for you to start caressing the back of his head as you kissed him. You missed the smooth feeling of his undercut against your finger tips. You took hold of one of his hands and placed it on one of your padded breasts, urging him to massage you. As he squeezed your mounds you could feel his length begin to protrude and stab at your crotch. 

“That didn’t take long.” You pull away, watching a stream of saliva fall from both your lips.

“I’ve been hard since before dinner.” He says nonchalantly. You raise an eyebrow in response. You get up from on top of him, and strip yourself of your jeans. He leans back on the sofa, spreading his arms across the top length and eyeing your body from head to toe.

“I’m going to spoil you this time.” You say, bringing yourself to your knees between his legs. 

“I’ve been wanting to see you on your knees like this for a while now.” He has his lips between his teeth as he watches you.

“So you’re admitting to fantasizing about me?” You trace your fingers up his legs and along his thighs.

“You don’t wanna know the thoughts I’ve been having about you.” 

There he goes again, saying things to burn your cheeks in the heat of the moment. 

“And if I do?”

“Oh, I’ll do it all eventually. You’ll experience everything I have in mind for you in due time.”

You could feel your underwear getting soaked from his words. No matter, you went for his belt and he was glad to watch you unbuckle it. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hot length out. You gripped the base with your hands, before gulping. You really had forgotten how big he was. He looked down at you so cockily, you felt a wave of irritancy come over you as he spoke.

“I know,” was all he said.

“Shut up.” You said, wrapping the tip of his length with your hot mouth. You used your tongue to swirl around it, adding some delicate suction. You tucked some hair behind your ears before taking it deeper. Your mouth felt so full. You hoped you were able to satisfy him despite his longer member. When you felt him shift his legs, you panned your gaze to his eyes. 

“F-Fuck...”

Oh, you got him good. You spat more onto his length, stroking it while you paid extra attention to the top with your tongue. 

“Oooo...” He moaned through his teeth, lips vibrating with pleasure. 

“You look so pretty with your mouth around my dick like that.” He moaned. He was getting anxious, and heat began to crowd his body. He removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He brought a hand to caress your head lightly while you sucked. His body really was gorgeous- perfect actually. In every way. 

You held his blue gaze with yours. You could feel his legs shaking a bit. He was throbbing and twitching in your mouth. Little did he know, you weren’t going to allow him the sweet release he was approaching. You were aching to sit on it like last time. You could feel yourself nearly leaking out of your panties. His cursing and sweet low moans were fueling your cunt in an entirely different way than you were used to.

You release him from your mouth, making a popping noise. You stand before him, glinting seductively. He could’ve yanked you down and fucked you right there.

“You’re not going to cum just yet.” You say, slipping off your underwear and straddling him. 

“Oh really?” He rested his arms back, watching you hover above his length. 

“You wanna sit on it so bad, don’t you? Well go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

His words made your knees weak, but you were still a bit bugged by him. You were intent on fucking him this time and making him call out your name. Out of spite, (and possibly overwhelming lust) you slid your raw, wet sex onto his length. His eyes widened, letting out a soft groan.

“You sure about that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Because I might not pull out.” 

“I’m on the pill. I’m not that reckless.” You explain. You tried your best to be still for a moment, still getting used to his size. You used this opportunity to unhook your bra and toss it across the couch. He had been fantasizing about feeling your slippery pussy on his length without any rubber in the way. He didn’t think you’d be so gracious so soon.

“You really are spoiling me.” He said, biting down on his lip as he stared at your breasts.

You smile at him before raising your ass up, and slamming it down on his length. You were enjoying him looking like this.

“Oh God,” he mouthed, gripping your waist. You found yourself in a smooth rhythm, rocking back and fourth. You pressed your lips against his while you bounced and grinded on it, pouring your tongue in his mouth. Your hands were in his hair, rubbing his chest. His and your sweet moans filled the living space. The way his shaft curved and repeatedly hit your deepest spot was incredible. He truly felt the best. 

As your mouths departed, you watched a stream of saliva continue to connect your lips before completely dribbling down his chin. You raked your hands towards the hair on the back of his head, pulling his head backwards and exposing his neck to your lips. You sucked on the soft skin on his neck and underneath his ears while you bounced expeditiously onto him.

“Shit...” He said through gritted teeth. “Fuck... how are you this wet?”

You only hum into his ears with satisfaction before riding harder onto him.

“Ah..hah...” He breathed out, digging his fingers into your hips.

Suddenly, without warning, he wraps his strong arms around you, holding you in place. He starts thrusting into you from underneath, making you panic.

“You’re... deliberately... sabotaging.. m-my score.” You stutter and squeak, unable to do much but take it.

“Oh no, you gave me a good show sweetie, but now it’s my turn.” 

The glint in his eyes was menacing as he battered you from beneath. Your moans were incoherent, and you felt yourself falling apart as you leant forward over his shoulder. 

“Whose my pretty, sweet girl?” You found yourself submitting yet again. Your knees were getting weak anyway, you weren’t going to be able to ride it for much longer if he hadn’t done this.

“I... I-I am.” You say into the crook of his neck. So much for dominating him.

“I feel you squeezing around me. You love my dick that much?” You nodded weakly against him. Your insides were turning into jello. 

“What was that? Speak up or I’ll stop. I wanna hear you tell me how much you love it.”

He really knew how to get you going, igniting another fire within you. You finally find the strength to use your body again and start grinding against it while he thrusts, finding his rhythm. You throw your head back, completely immersing yourself into his sex.

“I-I love it so much, Satoru, I love it.” You were surprised the words fell from your lips. Normally you were shy to say such things when asked to. He had your head clouded and submerged with pleasure, there wasn’t any time to think about how embarrassing it might feel. You could only focus on the feeling he gave you.

You were pretty much splashing onto his lap. You had never been this wet before- subject to the first time he sexed you.

“Such a perfect view.”  He watched your breasts bounce for a brief moment before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking generously. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, working away at your core.

“Now don’t be shy, cum for me just like the last time.”

He knew you couldn’t hold it any longer, feeling you clench yourself around him. You called out his name, feeling nothing but ecstasy as you came onto him. You nearly fell limp above his body, panting loudly. He leans forward, picking himself and you off the sofa. He placed you down, before hovering over you.

“I’m sorry but I’m not done yet, darling.” Your eyes are glazing back at him, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew he wasn’t done with you either.

“Can you handle anymore?” He asks, pushing his hair back as he looked down at you.

“Mhmm.” You hum. 

“Let me warm you up again. Can you get on your knees for me, baby?” He said, patting the couch. You couldn’t help but do it simply because it was him asking you to. You sat up, weakly positioning yourself onto your knees, resting your upper body against the head of the couch.

“Like this?” You ask.

“Mhmm, just like that.” He knelt down behind you. “Spread your legs a bit.”

You felt a bit self conscious. You attempted to look back at him before feeling his hot tongue connect with your clit. 

“Oh...” you moan, sort of surprised. He laughs against your sex a bit before putting his entire mouth over your clit. He takes both of your ass cheeks with his hands and spreads them wider, eating you deeper. You feel his tongue poke your entrance repeatedly, licking up what was left of your orgasm. You grip the railing of the couch, letting out the softest moan.

You felt him pull away and hover above your body. He put two fingers in his mouth before pulling them out, followed by another popping noise. He dipped those fingers into you, making your back arch. Your hips followed his fingers as he curled them inside you. You shamelessly rocked against his hands, earning a small laugh from him.

He tore his fingers from your cunt as you turned around and watched him suck and pass his tongue over them.

“You ready for it again?” He asks, sliding with raw member against your soaking cunt. You hum, pushing yourself against him, anxiously trying to get him to penetrate you.

“I love it when you start begging like that.” He says, sliding into you. “It makes it so hard for me to deny you.”

You grip the cushions, bracing yourself for the impact of him thrusting into you. He grips your hips firmly with his large hands as he fucks you senseless. All you could hear was the sound of your wet sex in the living room as you moaned brokenly. Him fucking you over the couch like this definitely hit different.

“F-fuck.... more...hard..der...” you panted while he jolted himself into your body repeatedly. 

“Hmmm?” Almost agitated, you look back at him.

“Harder,” you say firmly, demanding to be fucked.

“Ooo~” He grinned. “So assertive.”

He took hold of both your forearms, pinning them against your lower back with a single hand. His other arm pulled your body up, pressing your back against his bare chest. His large free hand cradled your neck and jaw as you leant your head back on his shoulders,

“Now ask me again- nicely.” You barely had to support your own body with the way he was dominating you like this.

“P-please fuck me harder.” You ask, your throat humming against his hand.

He let out a breathy chuckle, before fucking you harder just like you wanted. Being this close against his heated skin was it’s own kind of pleasure.

“Now was that so hard?” 

You were so wet, your juices began spilling down the insides of your thighs as he fucked you. You were nearing your end, limbs feeling gummy. One of his fingers had been resting above your lips because of how he held you. You opened your mouth while you moaned against it, slicking it with your tongue.

“You’re gonna make me cum, doing hot shit like that.” He said muttered against your ear, it was enough to send your throbbing center over the edge. You could feel him thrusting quicker- sloppier, as you spilled yourself onto his length. He let go of your body, instead now holding you by the bends of your arms. He pounded harder into you, stimulating you well past your orgasm and approaching his own.

He groaned loudly, and you were so dazed you barely heard him say your name while he did it. He let go of your arms, allowing you to finally collapse over the head of the couch. He removed his twitching member from your slimey cunt, shooting his fluids onto your ass. He came so much you could feel it running down your legs and onto the cushions.

“Fuck,” he stumbled back a bit. “Don’t move. Let me go get you something.”

You could’ve laughed at the slight panic in his voice when he said that.

He disappeared for a few moments before returning with a t-shirt and a hot towel for you, wiping you clean himself. 

“I was caught up in the moment and wanted to be extra cautious.” 

“You could’ve came inside me. I said I didn’t mind.” You say, laying back on the couch.

“You’re pretty ballsy.” He chuckled.

“I tend to get lost in the moment,” you say, putting on the shirt he gave you. “And I have my own clothes this time.”

“I know, but there’s just something about watching you move about in mine.” He says, laying down and motioning you to come towards him. You crawl up between his legs before laying on top of him. He wraps his arms around you tightly, snuggling you between his legs.

“I take this means my score was decent?” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh that. Let’s see...” he pondered. “A 10/10 for the oral. 10/10 for endurance. As you can see, I’m not as high maintenance as you.”

“I’m not high maintenance, you said you were the best so I-

“And aren’t I?” 

“That’s besides the point. It was to be proven and I needed to humble you.”

“No, because now, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Say what?” You ask.

“That I’m the best.”

“And gluttonize your ego? I think not.” You say, pressing your lips to his. “Besides, you already know much I like it.”

“Yeah but hearing you say it adds the extra spice.”

You let out sigh, before looking into his eyes.

“Gojo Satoru is, in fact, the best I’ve ever had.”

“Mhmmm, like candy- but for the ears.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

[kirausamaria]

A fun payback (Stolitz Fanfic)

Ok, I’m sorry, I had to wrote this! It was some innuendos and curses but it’s not really NSFW. It’s hard to write when you got the horny bird in a fanfic. Anyways, please let me know how did I do, because it’s my first fanfic ever. I plan to draw some stuff for the post too as soon as my studies finish.

   This time Stolas had something different in mind for Blitzo.

   He wasn’t the type of person to get easily flustered as anyone may expect, but after that “Stolas goes brrrr…” and “poor wardrobe choice” incidents on Instagram, he felt like getting some retaliation for that. Not that it was angry or anything like that, in fact, this was a good chance for him to try something new with his little imp.

   “Sooo, you want to be on top this time I suppose”, Blitzo said while staring at Stolas finishing his job, that was tying him from his wrists and legs to the bed. He had done this several times before so Blitzo wasn’t alarmed or anything. The only thing that seemed unusual was the fact that he was tied down in bed still with his underwear on, normally Stolas would have him completely naked at the instant he got his hands on him.

   “Well, we’ll see about that my dear. It’ll all depend on how you’ll end up feeling at the end”, Stolas replied with an eager smile.

   “Ugh, whatever, let’s just get over with it and do it quickly”, Blitzo answered with an uninterested tone in his voice.

   “I’m afraid to tell you, my dear Blitzy, I plan to take my time on this occasion”.

   Blitzo just stared at him with a puzzled face. He would never admit it, but it was difficult to see Stolas directly on the face sometimes, his eyes weren’t just deeply red, but reflecting such a warm feeling... a charming feeling, maybe? Stolas's genuine smile when staring at him made him feel something inside, but he would never admit that those feelings were something similar to “love”.

   Stolas started caressing Blitzo’s skin as softly as he could, starting from his tied wrists to slowly going down to his chest. Blitzo started to squirm and tried to hold back some moans, it was starting to feel good, but he was too stubborn to let Stolas know that too easily. Stolas then started to caress his torso up and down, focusing on his sides this time, and the pleasant feelings started to change a little. Blitzo squirmed more than at the beginning.

   “Unhg, umph...mmm!”

   “What’s wrong my Blitzy? Doesn’t this feel good?” Stolas asked while grinning a little.

   “Could you just stop fu*king around and go to the next thing?”, Blitzo struggled to say.

   “Why should we stop this? Does it feel weird? Am I possibly making you feel... ticklish?”

   Then Blitzo suddenly realized what this mischievous bird planned to do to him. That a**hole! He planned to do that to me all along! He thought to himself. It’s now he wouldn’t enjoy being tickled as a show of affection with a partner, but with Stolas...we just didn’t like to show any kind of vulnerability in front of him. He wouldn’t admit he’s ticklish or that he likes to be tickled to Stolas, he would never let this go for sure if he did.

   “Come on my little imp, don’t be shy, just show me your real feelings to me and enjoy this experience. It will make you feel so much better”.

   “Ah, shut the f*ck up you freaking bird!” Blitzo yelled. He was trying so hard not to build a smile in his face, the tickling feelings were starting to build up. 

   Stolas chuckled. “You’re such a stubborn creature. I can’t deny it, that is one of the qualities that attracted me about you in the first place, but some honesty wouldn’t hurt, don’t you think?”.

   Blitzo couldn’t run away from Stolas, he knew it, but at the same time he didn’t just lose against him, not giving him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted. But when Stolas started to use his claws against his skin, he just broke.

   “Pfff! Hehehe! Nohohohoho!” Blitzo 

   “See? I know you’d go around!”, Stolas said when scratching Blitzo’s upper arms. “Doesn't it feel much better to just laugh and enjoy it?”

    “F-f you Stolas!” Blitzo whined. He was unable to stop himself from laughing anymore, and Stolas had started to use rougher tickles against him.

   He then felt Stolas’ claws skittering every area of his torso, and also his stomach. Blitzo became really jumpy in that place, and Stolas noticed.

   “Oh, that’s why you squirm everytime I kiss you on your stomach”, Stolas said while holding his laugh. “So what about this?”

    Blitzo almost squealed when Stolas started kissing and scratching his belly at the same time.

   “Nohohohohoho, don’t do that!”

  “Why not? It doesn’t feel good? But I’m having so much fun right now”, Stolas replied. Looking at him Blitzo could tell he was saying the truth, but it tickled so bad he didn’t know if he could keep going with this game, not that he hated seeing Stolas enjoying things, though. Also, the way Stolas kissed him wasn’t bad, he actually was a good kisser, but on his stomach his kisses were unbearable.

    Stolas then started scratching Blitzo’s underarms and that was also a pretty bad spot. Blitzo couldn’t stop his cackling laugh to come out. 

    “Ahahahahaha! Don’t! Not there please!”

   “Oh, starting begging so soon?”

   “I’m not begging you pompous piece of sh*t!”

   “Oh, alright, I understand, it was just a reflex, wasn’t it? You’re actually having fun, don’t you?” Stolas cooed.

   “I’m nohohohohot!” He screamed, not admitting this was kind of fun. 

   “Blitzi, you are so cute, you know that?”, Stolas said with the most sincere voice he could make. He softly leaned down to Blitzo’s neck, which he knew was really sensitive, and started kissing and nibbling it while still tickling his underarms.

   “No my neeehheehck! At least forgive my neeehehehck! I cahahahan’t….!”

   “Blitzo actually loved to be softly kissed in his neck, his feathers also would tickle him and make him melt when Stolas did it, but he would always put a facade of seriousness so he wouldn’t realize that, but Stolas was very clever, he knew Blitzo’s true feelings when having intimacy every full moon with him.

   Stolas stopped in order to let Blitzo breathe. Blitzo was still laughing a little while catching up some air. When he was able to talk again, he said:

   “Why are you always like this Stolas, doing whatever you want…”

   “Uhm? Aren’t our encounters also enjoyable to you?” Stolas asked tilting his head to one side in a question gesture. “Well, to be completely honest with you I’ve always wondered how do you look when you smile, not your everyday smug smile, just a pure, genuine smile...and also how does your laugh sound when you are amused. Every night we meet I have the hope you’ll show that cute smile to me, and when I think I finally got to make you smile, you just look away from me and hide your true feelings”.

   Blitzo was looking at him while listening to all that. Stola’s face showed a little sad smile and he felt his heart shrinking a little. Was he feeling moved? That’s impossible, he said to myself, but he felt Stolas didn’t mean any  harm when playing with him this way.

    But Blitzo is still Blitzo, so…

   “Well, it’s not like I can just laugh in front of you that easily, or look at you in the eyes all the time...just, I don’t hate you or anything, do you get it?”

   Stolas noticed Blitzo was looking a little flustered. 

   “So can we keep having fun for a little more then?”, Stolas asked, with the purest smile he could make. Blitzo was hesitating but…

   “Well, I, uhm…”. Blitzo was kind of trapped in this game already and he wasn’t against some more tickling for the sake of making Stolas happy and having some fun (this thought would never come out of his mouth though). He stared at him and said: “Well, maybe just this time is ok...I guess”.

   There was a big smile on Stolas’ face, he jumped off from the bed and went to his vanity, quickly opened and closed a drawer and came back to where Blitzo was laying. Blitzo was getting both scared and excited at the same time, again trying not to show a nervous anticipating smile.

   Stolas showed him a fancy crystal bottle. He slowly opened and started to pour what it was inside on Blitzo’s chest. It was some herb scented oil.

   “Oh no, onohohohono!”, Blitzo said while nervously giggling at the thought of what it was about to happen. He felt Stolas’ hand sensually spreading the warm oil in all his upper body, making him squirm again. It already tickled so bad when doing this he couldn’t stop his voice from coming out.

    “Please, don’t do it!” Blitzo yelled, but he was unconsciously smiling because of the excitement.

   “I’ll just play for a while, I promise”, Stolas’ answered, while digging Blitzo’s ribs.

   “NOHHOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! Blitzo screamed, arching his back trying to get away from Stolas’ claws, but he was really good tied, so he couldn’t move that much.

    “Why, my dear? Doesn’t it feel much better now, to laugh at your heart’s content? You’re getting so much attention tonight, you little greedy imp”.

     “THIIIS NOHOHOT THE ATTENTION I NEHEHEED!, Blitzo replied, truly laughing this time, while his tail was wagging, a sign that an imp is relaxed or happy.

   “Aww, don’t be shy Blitzi, just stop thinking that much and enjoy it! If you do I will let you do the same to me next time”. He took Blitzo’s tail and started to scratch its tip. Blitzo was going crazy, but he was still able to answer back.

    “I PROHOMISE I WIIILL TICKLE YOU TO DEHEHEATH THAHAHAHT DAY FOR SUURE!  AHAHAHAH!”

   “Can’t wait”, Stolas answered with a singing voice.

  “STOP WIHIHITH THE FU*KING SINGING VOICE ALREADY!” Blitzo practically shrieked, while Stolas was now squeezing his hips and sides.

   “Why, does that make you more ticklish?”, Stolas crooned. “What if I keep doing it while tickling your weakest spot?”

   Blitzo panicked, he knew what it was coming: Stolas grabbed some more oil for his hands and started to slowly run his claws from Blitzo’s hips to his underarms and neck.

   “Nohohohohoho, I swear I’ll kill you if you…!”

  Stolas started digging Blitzo’s underarms, making him shriek with laughter. His head started to get blank.

   “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

   “I love your laugh so much, Blitzi”, Stolas now laughing at Blitzo’s strong reactions, “And your tail wiggling with such joy, it just melts my heart”.

   Blitzo’s looking so vulnerable and helpless laughing like this while being tied up was actually really cute.

   Stolas would alternate the tickling on his neck and underarms, then again nibbling and kissing his neck while scratching his whole body, now ten times more sensitive because of the oil.

    “NOHOHHOH, NOHOHO MY NEEECK! I’M GONNA FUC*ING DIE!”

    Blitzo started to shed tears from the laughing, his head completely in a daze.

    “AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *hic* HAHAHAHAH! *hic*.

   When he started whining and weezing instead of laughing Stolas knew it was enough for tonight, so he stopped.

       Blitzo was coughing and giggling for a whole minute, completely exhausted.

    “You did a good job Blitzi! I really had fun”, Stolas praised Blitzo for his endurance while kissing him on his cheek and forehead.

     Blitzo wouldn’t admit it, but he also thought it had been a little fun, until the almost dying feeling part.

      “I fuc*ing hate you Stolas”, Blitzo was barely able to say, still with some tears in his eyes.

   Stolas was smiling a lot. At least he had his payback.

   “You know? We should play like this more often”. Stolas said while untying Blitzo. “It would help you to relieve some stress from work and it’s a fun way of foreplay. Also laughing is good for your…”.

   Stolas didn’t realize until looking at Blitzo that he was sound asleep.  Blitzo was just exhausted in order to do anything, but peacefully  snoring in bed.

   Stolas just chuckled, staring at this cute picture for a while before covering him with his sheets and curling up at his side, hugging him.

   “Well, I guess we’ll have our little fun until morning”, Stolas thought.

   “Really, Blitzy, you have no idea how much I love you”.

   Stolas then kissed Blitzo’s shoulder and back of his neck, making him smile a little while still sleeping.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Sense of Preservation

Yandere!Toby x Reader

Commissioned by anonymous again, ty babey ;)~

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

“(Y/n)~”

His voice is light and cheerful as he bounces through the cabin door

You look up just in time to catch him latching the many locks in place, like it’s the utmost normal thing in the world

“H-hi Toby…”

Your voice is shaky, heart thumping uncertainly in the cavity of your chest

“D-did you—did you m-miss me, my little angel?~”

He wanders over to the bed, and you try your best not to recoil as he approaches

The chains around your ankles don’t help you feeling like a cornered animal

But he remains perfectly oblivious as he leans in and touches your face, tilting your head up so you’ve no place to look at but him

Honeyed brown eyes take you in, soaking up your expression, and he’s close enough for you to smell the mix of copper, smoke and pine on his clothes

“Hm?”

“I-uhm, yeah, I kind of did. It gets kind of lonely after a while…”

Looking at his eyes is too much

There’s too much madness, too much lovesick enthusiasm covering what otherwise might be something soft, something vulnerable

“Aww, you’ve been—you’ve been l-lonely without me? How sweet, y-you’re so adorable, (y/n)~”

He “boops” your nose, which has you flinching, unease churning in your stomach

“But don’t worry, I-I have a few days off so we can—we can spend a bunch of time together, j-just you and me!~”

“Y-yeah, ok,” you stammer, “that sounds cool”

Your response seems satisfying enough because it immediately has him straightening up and declaring he’ll be back after a quick shower

And then, just like that, he’s heading to the bathroom in the next room over and you’re left on your own again

It seems like whatever compulsion had him bring you here isn’t too hostile

He’s kept you alive this long, so surely he can’t be too bad of a person, right?

Maybe there’s still hope—for both you and him

Maybe you just have to give him a chance

The distant sound of running water’s muffled by the chipped wooden walls as you take whatever few minutes you have to steel your nerves

It‘s not like you have anything to lose anyways

A few more moments to yourself and then you hear him shutting the tap

You try to steady your breathing

Your palms feel clammy

You wipe them off on the bed and remind yourself that as long as you’re open and honest about your intentions, he probably won’t hurt you

The anticipation‘s torturous as you wait for the doorknob to turn

Until finally, finally, he comes out of the bathroom, the tips of his hair still wet and dripping onto pale scarred skin as he finishes adjusting a shirt on his lithe form

You look away, fidgeting in place, your heavy bindings rattling from the motion

He hums, seemingly lost in thought as he makes his way over to one of the drawers by the nightstand

You can’t help but watch him the whole way, cautious eyes following his every movement

He digs out a comb and starts brushing through his still-drying hair

“T-Toby…”

When you hesitantly call out to him, he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a curious smile on his gashed mouth

“Yeah, my little angel?”

“I can help with that, if you’d like”

You shyly pat the empty space on the bed in front of you

It’s almost endearing to see the way his face lights up at your offer

He gladly makes his way towards you and plops down so that his back is facing you

You reach for the comb he offers, fingers grazing his briefly before bringing your hands up to his unruly locks

“Th-thank you”

He cracks his neck as he speaks

“It’s no problem”

As gently as you can manage, despite knowing he can’t feel pain, you begin working through his knots in slow, even strokes

Despite still being somewhat damp, his brown curls feel soft and fluffy and it’s almost hard to imagine that a boy so docile and innocent-looking has it in him to be a murderer

And your personal delusional love-stricken kidnapper

He sighs as you smoothen out the knots, and there are plenty to get through, though you can tell by the way his shoulders slacken that he’s enjoying the simple contact

Part of you enjoys it too

The warmth of another person has become… lacking in your life, to say the least

You briefly consider breaking the quiet to ask him the hundreds of questions burning at the back of your mind

Why he chose you, what that thing in the woods is, how long he plans to keep you here, if you’ll ever be able to see your family again…

But you decide that maybe you should keep them for another time

You finish stroking through his hair and gently weave your fingers through it one last to make sure you didn’t miss any knots

“Alright, I think you’re good”

He turns around to face you, piping up with a cheerful “thanks, (y/n)!”

His smile’s infectious

It has your guts churning again, though it kind of feels like butterflies at the same time

A strange mix of wanting to accept him while knowing he’s dangerous

“Don’t mention it”

You awkwardly look off to the side

His gaze burns through you and the room starts feeling warmer, adrenaline kicking in again

But you remind yourself to breath and force yourself to push through the alarm ringing in your head

“Hey, so...” you clear your throat, “can we watch a movie tonight or something?”

“O-of course! We can—we can watch whatever genre you want and I-I can make popcorn too!”

Again, you can’t help but return his smile

Maybe it‘s stupid, slowly letting your guard down in front of him like this

But surely, he can’t be all bad, right?

Sense of preservation be dammed, you decide you don’t want to fight it anymore

“That sounds great, Toby”

[hide-in-imagination]

"Roads That Cross... on a Day Off"

You can read the previous chapters here: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20), (21)

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Inspired by 'Call it what you want', which is honestly THE simbar song. The author regrets nothing.

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Simón’s left arm was asleep.

He noticed it the moment he woke up, but he refused to move. The prettiest head of blonde locks was using it as a pillow, and who was he to disturb her?

It was a rare occurrence that he woke up before Ámbar. She was a natural early riser while he liked to sleep as much as possible. He usually woke up from her movements as she started her day, or— and this was his favorite— with some caress or kisses from her part. He could start becoming a morning person if that was what awaited him.

So, uncommon as it was, he wanted to cherish this, just this, having her close in complete calmness. Ámbar’s back was to his chest, their legs close together, and his free arm was around her middle, holding her against him. He wanted to run his hand over her skin, or maybe take hers in his, but he didn’t want to risk anything putting an end to this moment.

He fleetingly wondered how long his arm could go without blood flow before it did some damage.

Oh well, who cared.

He couldn’t see her face spooning her like this, but he noticed when she started waking because the even rhythm of her breathing he had been following changed. She began to move, stretching slightly in a way that pressed her back more into him. Simón did hold her hand then and kissed her shoulder. She hummed softly and turned her head to look at him.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice groggy from sleep. She rolled to rest her head on his chest, which his left arm appreciated. He laid on his back. “What time is it?” She asked after a moment of just relishing the closeness.

Simón extended his right arm over to the nightstand to check his phone. “Almost eleven.”

“Eleven?!” Ámbar jumped, as if he’d said four in the afternoon. “Wow, I hadn’t slept in this much in a long time…” She said, recovering from the surprise. She brought her gaze to his with a coquettish look. “You really wore me out.”

Simón smiled smugly and gave a small shrug. “Well, what can I say? I like to be very thorough,” he said playfully. “Or… maybe all of this was part of my evil plan to get you to let me sleep until a decent hour.”

She raised her brows. “Decent hour? By the time we go downstairs, we might as well have lunch.”

He gave her a look. “You’re totally exaggerating, it’s not that late.” He turned on his side and ran his knuckles softly over her right arm. “And anyway, I wasn’t planning on going to the dining room.” He smiled at her. “How does breakfast in bed sound?”

Her eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Of course. It’s the least my queen deserves.”

She tilted her head to the side with the cutest melted smile.

“Aww.” She cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you.”

He gave her another peck. “I love you more.”

She drew back with a gasp in fake outrage. “You do not want to start that discussion, mister.”

“Oh really?” He said, playing along.

“Yep, because you’re going to lose,” she said confidently. “So better give up now while you still can.”

He smirked. “Or what?”

Ámbar’s eyes narrowed with challenge just as he wanted. With the hint of a smile on her lips, she rose and sat astride him, keeping his gaze from above.

“Or I’ll have to show you just how wrong you are.”

Simón kept his mask of a straight face. “That remains to be seen.”

One beat later, he went and flipped her over, making her explode into giggles that he captured with kisses in between his own smiles.

Maybe breakfast could wait.

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The instant that “Esta Noche No Paro” stopped playing, claps and cheers replaced the music. Gastón was fascinated with the final product. It was magical to see everything put together when he’d been right there, in front of the camera, not knowing the shots that would come out of it. He was happy to see that both his dance moves and the choreography’s synch had come out great, but even more than that, he was happy to see the twinkle on Matteo’s eyes and the huge grin that split his face in two. They’d watched the video at the Roller with Delfi, Jazmín, Pedro and Ramiro, and Gastón could honestly say that Matteo and Delfi deserved all the praises that came their way— The video was amazing.

Everyone was very excited, so much so that Pedro gave them all smoothies on the house. Gastón had missed hanging out with his friends like this, a lot. Just their cheery conversations were sweeter than any drink. It was good to be back, no matter how short the visit.

The group dispersed after a while, everyone continuing their daily routines. Gastón and Matteo stayed on a table, Matteo still stuck on the video.

“It’s just… I really think if there is one person that should be receiving praises right now, it’s Luna,” he said, half awed by her, half lamenting she wasn’t there. “I mean, she came up with the video, shemade it happen… I really don’t know how to thank her for all of this.”

Gastón looked at his friend and pretended to think for a second. “Mmm, I don’t know, maybe you could give her a bouquet of flowers,” he proposed, which Matteo seemed to like. “… And, while you’re at it, get back together with her.”

Matteo immediately became self-conscious. Gastón pushed forward. “Come on, dude, I’ve been here for a total of two days and it’s already obvious to me that you two still care about each other. Can you explain to me why you’re not together yet?”

Matteo averted his gaze, looking disheartened. “… A lot of things happened. Every time we get closer, we end up hurting each other and… Luna doesn’t feel the same way anymore.”

Gastón looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Matteo, she organized a whole music video for you. To cheer you up, to make youhappy. What else do you want? For her to write it in the sky?”

Tentatively, Matteo brought his gaze to his. “You really think so?”

“Everyone thinks so,” he declared. “You just need to gather the courage and go for it.”

Hope and worry mixed in Matteo’s expression. He looked down, seeming deep in thought. Gastón wished he didn’t drown in those thoughts of his so much and listened to his heart.

Just then, Nina entered the Roller with Jim and Yam and his eyes followed her as she walked over to a table, settling with her laptop as they talked about one thing or another.

Gastón filled his lungs with a big, deep breath. Time to start following his own advice.

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By the time they finally deigned to leave the bed it was like two in the afternoon, and only because Ámbar thought it’d be a bad idea to introduce herself to Simón’s mom while in bed with him. She wanted to make a good impression— The woman didn’t need to know how she was defiling her son.

They sat on one of the couches in the living room for a more neutral setting. Ámbar chose a white top with a white linen sweater over it for the occasion. It made her look harmless enough. She also liked how its black and cream pearl embellishments combined with her dark jeans, and the weather had been a bit cooler lately. Simón had also opted for wearing his jean shirt over his purple t-shirt instead of tying it around his hips for that same reason.

They settled in front of her laptop’s screen for the video chat. It had been Ámbar’s idea to have it through there so it was more comfortable, that way neither side had to be holding up a phone.

Just as Simón had told her, the call hadn’t been a serious affair at all. She’d been a little nervous at the beginning, but Simón’s mom’s wide smile and warm personality put her at ease quickly. The woman didn’t seem to hate her at all, and she seemed too genuine to be pretending to like her. She reminded her so much of Simón. She knew that he mostly looked like his dad from the photos she’d seen on his Instagram, but he had his mother’s eyes, and the more Ámbar talked to the woman, the more pieces of him she found in her. It warmed her heart.

It wasn’t a very long chat, but Simón’s mom found the time to tell her a fun story of when Simón was a kid, much to his embarrassment and her insurmountable enjoyment. She promised to show her the family photo albums when she visited Cancún. Ámbar loved the idea.

“You’ll have to show me your photos too then,” Simón told her, his eyes shining with excitement and curiosity.

Ámbar did her best to keep her smile in place. She didn’t have any photos from when she was a kid that she knew of. Sharon wasn’t one for sentimentalities like that. If she had any, they were probably taken by Amanda on specific dates like her first day at kindergarten and at the Blake. Maybe some from old birthdays. Ámbar had no idea where those could be though… if Sharon had kept them at all.

The only old photos she knew she had were from photoshoots. She’d first asked for one when she turned twelve, and had some more done after that. When all cellphones started having decent cameras, it became easier to have photos.

Ámbar chose not to say any of it, and tried not to let it darken her mood, but the bitter reminder stuck on the back of her mind. The contrast between Simón’s mom’s sweetness and the cold, scolding texts she’d been receiving from Sharon was too great. Ámbar was ignoring them. Her godmother had no right to reprimand her for anything when she was keeping her secret at the expense of jeopardizing her happiness.

The video call ended with Simón’s mom teasingly warning him to behave and giving Ámbar permission to put him in his place if he didn’t. The irony of Ámbar promising to keep him on the right track was not lost on her, but it was just playfulness in the end. She only hoped that the future plans they’d talked about did come to pass.

After that, Simón insisted on inviting her out for lunch. “When was the last time we had time for an actual date? We need to seize this opportunity!” He took her to a restaurant he’d visited before with Pedro and Nico. It was nothing fancy, completely unlike the restaurants Sharon took her to the times they ate outside, but it was nice, and the food was delicious. The company was the best part, of course. Ámbar felt like she could’ve eaten anything and anywhere as long as she was with Simón. She nursed her drink slowly just so they could stay there longer, smiling and conversing. She suspected he did the same.

They had a brief fight over who would pay the bill. Ámbar argued that there was no need for him to spend money on her when she had more than she needed, but Simón insisted that he had invited her so it should be his treat. She proposed splitting it, but Simón wanted to pay for both. Sensing that it was important to him, she relented.

She grabbed his hand as they left and they walked down the street with their fingers interlocked. Ámbar would’ve been happy to just walk around with him for the rest of the afternoon until the sun went down, but he proposed they went back to the mansion.

When they got there though, she didn’t get to cross the front door before Simón stopped her.

“Wait for me right here, don’t move.”

Ámbar frowned but did as told while he disappeared inside, curious as to what idea he’d come up with.

He reappeared about five minutes later, with both hands behind his back, sign that he was hiding something.

“Okay, so, um, I want to make you a surprise,” he started.

She smiled with interest. “Okay…”

“But, in order to do that, I’m going to need you to be out of the mansion for a while.”

Ámbar raised a brow. Now this was unexpected, but she was too curious to say no. “Like for how long?”

“I don’t know, an hour?”

“And… what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

Simón finally brought his hands forward, revealing one pair of her skates and her helmet. “You can rollerskate,” he said cheerily. “I’ve noticed that with so much work you haven’t found much time to do so lately. And, I mean, it’s a shame really, to deny the world the chance of seeing the queen of the rink in action.”

Her heart melted with the flattery, and especially for how thoughtful a gesture it was. “You’re so cute. But the idea of this day was to spend it together,” she argued, moving closer to place her hands on his shoulders. “I would rather skate with you. I miss it.”

He showed a sympathetic smile. “Me too. We can do that if we find some time at work one of these days. But now,” he handed her her things, “you can have some alone time and clear your head.”

Ámbar received them with an acquiescent smile. “Okay.”

“I’ll text you when you can come back.”

“Okay. Just try not to destroy my house with whatever you have planned.”

Simón chuckled. “I won’t. I may have to borrow a couple of things though, you don’t mind?”

She shrugged. “You live here, grab whatever you like.”

They shared a short parting kiss.

“Have fun,” he said with a smile.

Ámbar gave him one last peck just because she could and left.

**********************

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Nina smoothed her hands down her skirt. They were sweating so hard, and she knew it had nothing to do with the mellow autumn sun shining over them in the quiet square.

It was all about the boy in front of her, who’d always had the ability to make her heart pound. And to whom, she realized, she still hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah, well, we’re still friends, right?” She somehow managed to articulate nervously, trying to show a smile. “I mean, if you need something, advice or anything like that, I can help. Although, I don’t know if I’d really be much help. Maybe you should talk about it with Matteo?”

Gastón looked at her in silence, in the eyes, in a way that did nothing to calm her heart.

“Matteo can’t help me with this,” he said, just the slightest hint of sadness in his voice showing he wished it were not so. “No one, really... It is about you and me.”

Yes, that was exactly what she’d feared. “…You wanna talk about us?”

Gastón nodded solemnly.

“Could we take a seat?” He invited her gently, signaling to the bench right next to them.

They both sat, keeping some small distance between them, but they were still very close. When had been the last time they’d been this close? Alone? Nina was having a hard time keeping his gaze. She was gripping the strap of her bag so hard her fingers would probably hurt later.

“Look, Nina,” Gastón started, his tense shoulders the only thing that betrayed he was nervous too, “I’ve been thinking a lot these past few weeks… and you have no idea how much I miss you.”

Her heart clenched painfully.

God, how many times had she dreamed with him saying those words? So many scenarios, so many things she’d wished to say. And now she was frozen.

“Every second I’m not studying I think of you,” Gastón continued, his emotion-filled voice hitting her with each word. “Hell, even when I’m studying I think of you— That I haven’t failed a class is a miracle.” He looked down, ashamed. “And I know that saying this now is unfair when it was me who wanted to end it but… I need to correct my mistake.” Gastón looked up. Honest, determined eyes bore into hers. “I want us to be together again, Nina. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Nina felt herself tremble.

“I… I don’t understand,” she uttered, her brain registering the words but unable to process them. Or perhaps she was too scared to. “What happened with all you said? What happened with not making each other suffer and letting destiny bring us back together someday if it was meant to be?” She’d held on to that. To the belief that their names were being kept by the sea and maybe they’d find each other in the future. She’d accepted that, and now he…

“That was before my best friend fell off a fence,” Gastón said, somber, and his expression just quieted her once more. “He could’ve died, Nina. One bad hit in the head is all it takes. And I would’ve been a hemisphere away.” His hands clenched. His face reflected how much the idea tormented him. “I started thinking of possibilities. Matteo could’ve died or ended up in vegetative state or in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Accidents happen every day— And what if it had been you?” He said, his eyes dancing between hers in fear. “What if something had happened to you and I wouldn’t have been able to be there?” His jaw set. His head shook slightly. “I can’t trust a hypothetical future when I could die tomorrow.”

Nina’s throat tightened. “Don’t say things so horrible, please.”

“It’s true,” he dismissed her pleading, not harshly but with the calmness of someone who has complete certainty of what he’s saying. “That’s why I had to come. For Matteo, and for you. To ask you to give me another chance.”

He seemed to want to hold her hands but didn’t dare to do so. They fell back on the bench, right on the edge of the flounce of her skirt. Nina had no chance to be either disappointed or relieved by that because his eyes held her captive.

“I’m so sorry,” Gastón said, like from the bottom of his heart. “I gave up on us too soon. I was a coward; I see that now. I thought I was doing what was best for us, so we wouldn’t have to suffer from being so far apart. But maybe I was just thinking of myself and what I thought would hurt me less. Maybe I was just too afraid of you finding some other guy… And now, because of that, my greatest fear came true,” he said dejectedly, averting his gaze. “I’ve been told that you have a thing with Eric…”

“No!”

The word was pulled from her lips before she made a conscious decision. She was not surprised to see the surprise in Gastón’s eyes because she was caught off guard too. She began to backtrack rapidly.

“I mean… He’s a very sweet guy,” she said, because not saying it would be unfair. Just the fact that she’d denied him so adamantly made her feel mean. “We see each other every day and we talk. We’re kinda similar, we get along very well. And…” She doubted. She felt awkward telling him all this, but after everything Gastón had said to her, she had to be honest, she couldn’t act like there was nothing there. “…He likes me…”

She decided not to mention the kiss. It’d been a mistake and Eric had apologized. But by Gastón’s face, she might as well have.

He looked down, putting on a solemn mask. “…I understand.”

“No, you can’t understand,” Nina said immediately, and this time she meant the strength with which she spoke. She didn’t know where it came from but suddenly it was burning, and when he met her gaze this time, she looked at him straight on. “You can’t possibly understand because I don’t. Everyone’s telling me that I should give Eric a chance and, honestly, there are many reasons why I should, starting with the fact that he’s here and wants to be with me, but I can’t even think about being with Eric because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Now it was him that was rendered speechless. His eyes searched hers, a new light in them, and she’d already taken the jump, so she let the words fall whenever they led her.

“You may have gone very far away physically, but you stayed in my heart,” she confessed. The most real, hardest truth she’d ever had to admit. “And with it stayed the sadness, and this horrible feeling that I’m missing something…”

Gastón didn’t doubt this time— He took her hands in his.

“I feel the same,” he said with both relief and desperation. “I’ve been feeling the same way all these weeks, Nina. I miss you like I didn’t even think I could miss someone. I’ve been so angry at myself for letting you go when it was the last thing I wanted.” His right thumb ran over her knuckles and he followed the caress with his eyes. Nina felt it like a spark. “I know I have no right to ask you anything… But I just can’t go back without at least trying to get you back.”

“…But then… we’d be together but apart again?” She said, discouraged by that bleak future. They’d already been through that— Did he really want to go back to it?

“You were the one who said that I was never really gone,” he noted. “As long as we still have each other here…” He brought their joined hands to his chest. “…Isn’t that all that matters?”

She didn’t know if she could feel his heart against her fingers or if it seemed so because she could see it through his eyes. She was too overwhelmed. “Gastón—”

“Say yes, Nina.” He squeezed her hands. “Please.”

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to jump into his arms and hug him tightly. She wanted to believe that love conquered all and they would be okay.

But she had thought that once. She’d believed it with all her heart, all through that summer, only for him to put an end to the story she’d been trying to write.

She couldn’t just forget about all the nights she’d spent crying over him since then. Names in the sea or not, it had been the death of something and she’d mourned it. Her heart was just starting to heal a little and he wanted her to rip all the carefully placed stitches and re-open the wound once more?

What if it just bled out again? What if their love wasn’t enough?

“… I need to think about it.”

Gastón looked disheartened but nodded and let go of her hands, lowering them slowly. “Yeah, of course. I understand.” He tucked his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, like stopping himself from reaching for her once more. “I leave in three days. If you could tell me by then…”

Nina nodded, utterly unsure of how she was even gonna make heads of what she felt to come to an answer, but knowing that it was the least Gastón deserved, and she as well.

She either chose to give themselves another chance… or she closed this chapter forever.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy no matter which she chose.

****************

Luna couldn’t understand what was happening.

She’d gone out for ice cream with Michel just like they’d promised. One second they were goofing around, laughing like always, and then the next, Michel was kissing her.

She froze, her brain scrambling to comprehend the situation. She hadn’t expected a kiss. She hadn’t given any sign for a kiss. He hadn’t just stumbled and fallen into her mouth, right? Nono, he was holding her face, and the way he was pressing against her lips was way too deliberate. Which meant it wasn’t a joke either, and even if it had been, it’d be a terrible one.

Finally, the repulsion she felt broke through the paralysis of confusion and she pulled away from Michel.

“What are you doing?” She asked, shaken up.

Michel was grinning. “I don’t know, I kissed you,” he said with a dreamy expression like something magical had just happened.

Meanwhile, it must have been one of the few times in her life Luna couldn’t see any good in a situation.

“Yeah, I realize that,” she replied, and she really couldn’t help the bite in her voice. “But, why? I mean, I didn’t— I never told you to kiss me!”

Michel’s shoulders deflated and his smile began to fade. “What are you saying? You didn’t like it?”

“Michel, how could I like it?” She honestly couldn’t believe he was even asking right now. Was he that detached from reality? In what world did he think this was okay? “We talked about this, didn’t we? Yesterday.”

“Yes, but,” he showed a tentative smile, “you said we are like birds of a feather and that you like hanging out with me…”

“Yeah, as friends,” she declared, keeping his gaze so he knew she was serious. A grimace wrinkled her face from all this situation. “God, Michel, you misunderstood everything, I thought we’d made things clear.”

Michel’s face finally lost all its light and became covered with remorse. “Luna, I’m sorry. Can we talk about this?”

“Why, I don’t know— Are we gonna talk and then you’ll try to kiss me tomorrow?!”

At seeing him wince in pain and regret, Luna’s outrage decreased somewhat; she didn’t want to be mean.

She closed her eyes, sighing heavily. “Look, Michel, I’m sorry, but this made me very uncomfortable and I need to go.”

She passed by his side and walked away, not looking back once, even when she heard him calling her name.

She wasn’t just shocked, she was hurting. She trusted Michel, she thought they were friends, she thought this outing had been as friends— Had he been just waiting for an opportunity to do this? Couldn’t he have at least leaned in slowly so she could move away instead of grabbing her face like that?

She rubbed her lips with the back of her hand as if that would somehow erase it. She knew it was just a kiss and she was probably exaggerating but… If she said she didn’t want something and then he just did it anyway, that was… that was just wrong.

She speed-walked to her house, wanting nothing more than to forget this happened.

A few meters away, a fresh bouquet of flowers laid discarded on the ground.

**********************

Ámbar felt the fresh air against her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, just taking in the feeling of her racing heart and the energy flowing through her muscles. She really had missed this.

She was standing by the lime green railing of the center of the park, her back and elbows resting on the metal as she took a break to refill her energy. She’d done pirouettes and jumps around this fenced circumference for a little over an hour, earning some appreciative stares from people passing by, which she enjoyed greatly. She loved feeling admired, especially because she loved what she did and knew how hard it’d been to reach this level. She remembered how her love for rollerskating had been born and wondered if any of the people who’d seen her today had left wanting to learn how to do the same. She hoped they tried it— It was a beautiful sport.

Eventually, she’d dropped the techniques and just skated around the park, looking at the scenery, at the sky, just letting her mind wander as the homely feeling of sliding on wheels lulled her accumulated stress away. When had been the last time she’d skated just for the sake of it, no choreographies or competitions in mind? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

A vibration on her jeans pocket made her open her eyes. Her heart jumped with excitement. She pulled out her phone and saw the contact she had been waiting for.

My love💙: All done, you can come back 👍

My love💙: Go directly to your room

Ámbar skated to a nearby bench to take off her helmet and change back into her boots. She wondered what Simón had planned. Maybe he’d cooked her something? She knew he and Pedro used to take care of cooking when they lived in the loft. Nico apparently couldn’t be trusted to make toasts without burning them. She wondered what kind of dishes Simón knew how to make. Maybe he could teach her some and she could make him pancakes. She was sure she could do it with some guidance from Mónica.

The idea made her smile as she made her way back to the mansion. She quickly wiped it off when she realized, showing a neutral face instead. Oh god, she’d just smiled to herself in the middle of the street. Was this what had become of her? Ámbar Smith, smiling in public like a love-struck fool. She blamed Simón.

She welcomed the heating system when she entered the mansion. She hadn’t realized how the early evening air had cooled her until she felt the contrast with indoors. Following Simón’s instruction, she rearranged her stuff in her hands and climbed up the staircase.

The minute she walked into her room, she stopped in her tracks.

“What the…”

Half her room had been invaded by bedsheets. From the foot of her bed to the back was some kind of tunnel made of different blankets, which didn’t reach higher than her waist. Some things from her shelves were on top of the ends of the blankets on each side; she gathered they worked as weights so the blankets didn’t fall off. The back of the tunnel opened into her closet. She could hardly see it— It was completely covered by bedsheets. It was like having a tent in her room.

At the front of the tunnel, she recognized the pink round ottoman she usually kept in her closet. It was standing on its side instead of the usual way, so it blocked the entrance to the archway of fabrics. Just then, she watched it slide to the right, leaned against her bedside. Behind it, crawling to fit under the blankets, appeared Simón, grinning from ear to ear.

“Surprise.”

Ámbar’s mouth was hanging open.

“I… What is all this?” She said with a stupefied smile.

“You said you’d never built blanket forts before, so I decided to make one for you,” he announced cheerily. “Come on in, check it out.” He crawled to the back. “Close in your way in!”

Still dumbfounded, Ámbar left her rollerskates and helmet on the floor next to her vanity. Usually, she’d put them back in their place first thing, but considering her closet was now a fort, that would have to wait.

She kicked off her boots and got on her knees to enter the tunnel. As she went inside, the construction became more evident: The blankets were hanging from her vanity’s chair, one of her sofa chairs and her desk on the left side, and from her bed, her second sofa chair and her pink bench on the right. She turned to put the ottoman back in its place and realized it basically worked as a sliding door. Wow, her boyfriend was so clever.

She crawled to the back, where Simón was waiting for her, sitting crossed-legged. The whole floor was covered in her dark grey carpet, and there were many pillows and blankets placed around. Bedsheet walls —there was no other way to describe it— flowed down at her right, left and in front of her closet’s shelves. Ámbar simply couldn’t believe her eyes.

“I asked Mónica to make us some snacks,” Simón said, still smiling, placing a small tray with food and drinks between them as she sat on his left. “I gathered you’d be hungry from skating. Oh! Wait, I forgot something.” He reached for an extension cord on his right and flicked the switch. Light shone all around them. “There you go.”

Ámbar looked around. Two garland lights had lit up, one on each side of them. She looked up, finding an arrangement of tiny golden lights illuminating the bedsheet ceiling. Were those Christmas lights? Where had he even gotten those?

The more she looked, the more details of his work she noticed. The bedsheet walls existed because he’d attached two parallel strings from the back of the closet to the front to hang them from. He’d taken care of hiding the cables of the lights so they wouldn’t disturb the space. There were at least three bedsheets, and she wasn’t even going to count the number of blankets he’d used in all of this.

She remembered his words that morning in the bathtub. “Don’t you feel like we’re in our own little world like this?”

It did feel like that. Like he had built a world just for her.

“Wow…”

“Do you like it?”

She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t tear her own from the splendor around her.

“It’s… perfect,” she said with some difficulty. Her throat had gotten tight. No one had ever put this much effort into doing something for her.

“I mean…” Simón relativized, looking around with a little grimace. “I did have to tape a lot of things together because they kept falling off…”

“Do not mess with my fort; it’s perfect,” she countered him strongly, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

Simón chuckled lightly. His eyes stared into hers, and he must have noticed the emotion in them because his expression softened. He didn’t comment on it, just handed her a snack from the tray with a gentle smile. “Let’s eat then.”

They shared the food in comfortable silence until conversation arose naturally. How had her skating gone, how he’d found Christmas lights. It didn’t go any deeper than that.

Once finished, Simón slid the tray outside of the bedsheet wall. “To make sure we don’t knock over anything. I’ll take it back later.”

Ámbar leaned on her hands to move closer to him and kissed him. She needed to do so for a while now. He tasted of the juice he’d just drunk. It stayed on her lips as she pulled away.

“So,” she said curiously, “what do we do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Simón replied, and began to pile some pillows behind them, against the closet’s doors. “Usually when I did this I was with a friend or a cousin.”

Ámbar settled against the pillows as he did the same. “And what did you do with them?”

“We talked about kid stuff, like videogames or cartoons we were watching…”

“Uh huh…”

“Or we imagined that this was our secret base and we were professional spies, and we had to crack some code to get into the bad guys’ files or infiltrate their base to beat them.”

She gave him an appreciative look. “You’re saying I’m dating an ex-CIA agent? That’s hot.”

“Who said I ever retired?” He replied with a flirty brow lift.

Both chuckled. They shared a soft peck and Ámbar snuggled closer to him, circling her arms around his middle and resting her head on his shoulder.

“What about you?” He asked, moving some strands of her hair back. She looked up at him. “What did you play with your friends?”

“We usually invented stories for the barbies.” She dug deep into her memories, bringing back those moments long past that she hadn’t thought of in years. “Like, there was Sofía, Nicole and Camila and they were best friends, and they did everything together, from shopping to saving the world…”

“That sounds very cool.”

“It was, until Camila found out that Nicole had hooked up with her boyfriend.”

His eyes widened. “Nooo.”

“Yes.”

“That bitch.”

“Right? How could she do that to her after she bought her tickets to Milan’s fashion week?”

“The audacity. I hope Camila put her in her place.”

“Hell yeah she did. We cut her hair and everything.”

Both laughed. The things one did as a kid.

“There was this other story,” she continued after a while, “in which the doll was in love with this guy that was about to fly to another country, so she had to run to the airport to catch him before he left to tell him she loved him, but the craziest things happened to her on the way there, making it suuuper difficult.”

“Did she ever catch him?”

Ámbar turned pensive.

“I wanna believe she did,” she responded. “That she told him she loved him, and he loved her too, and they lived happily ever after.” She looked up at Simón.

“Even with the distance?” He asked, caressing her arm softly.

“Well, no one says he could never come back,” she stated. “Or she could’ve gone to him. I’m sure they found a way.”

Simón smiled, looking into her eyes as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I think so too.”

Their gazes stayed locked until the gravity pulled them in. Their mouths met for a long second, fitting perfectly against the other’s. The kiss turned into many— Soft, languid touches of their lips that felt better than even skating.

“Did you do this with your friends too?” She couldn’t help but quip.

Simón let out a laugh. “Definitely not.” And he went back to kissing her.

Ámbar felt light; lighter than she ever remembered being. Safe, calm, warm— Like wrapped in a blanket after having been cold. Simón was like that. Like the first sunny days after winter. Like a warm bath after a long day. Like sitting in front of the hearth after having been drenched in the rain. Little things that made everything better. He was made of them, and he took care of giving her each one.

He didn’t only help her find who she wanted to be, but he also allowed her to be the carefree little girl she never got to be. Simón gave her things she didn’t realize she needed until she lived them.

Ámbar pulled back slowly and looked into his eyes.

“My love?”

“Yes?”

She curled her fingers around his t-shirt, trying to find the words to express everything she felt.

“Really, thank you so much for this. It’s… the nicest thing someone has ever done for me and…” She swallowed. “I love you. So much. So much so that it kind of makes me wanna cry.” She chuckled weakly, a little strangled.

Simón’s eyes danced with hers, deep and soft and yet burning.

He smiled and held one of her hands. “Ámbar Smith… You are my heart. I swear if it beats it’s because of you. Why should you thank me for anything if thanks to you I’m alive?”

Ámbar’s throat got too tight to answer. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, like trying to go to him. All of her, from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet, yearned to cling to him.

She pulled his face to hers and joined their lips tightly.

Simón responded like he felt the same, with the same depth and intensity, but she doubted he could love her a third of how much she loved him.

They unclothed each other slowly, kissing reverently each extension of skin they uncovered. Under those sheets and golden lights, Ámbar felt like they were the only thing that existed. The universe started and ended with him— With each touch of his hands, each kiss from his lips.

The fur of the carpet was soft against her back as he slid inside of her. They gasped against each other’s mouths, a shared sound of rightness. Ámbar embraced him with her whole body and breathed in his scent as she followed the gentle rocking.

Simón left kisses on her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. Ámbar dug her fingers into the softness of his hair and she stared at their fort. The lights above looked like stars. Her eyes absorbed each wrinkle, each mix of color, each scotch tape attached to a fabric. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She would’ve changed all her wealth for having this. For having Simón. Always.

He was pushing deep between her legs, as if he too wanted to live inside her and never leave her side. He panted her name and she held him tighter, feeling how the sensations flooded her and stole her breath.

He touched her where they were joined, looked into her eyes, and then everything exploded, turning Ámbar into stardust.

She was barely corporeal as she felt Simón let go, dissolve in her with his breath against her neck.

A tear fell down her cheek.

Simón saw the wet trail when he straightened and, instantly, his face filled with worry. He opened his mouth and Ámbar could see the questions in his eyes. What happened? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?

But he didn’t voice any of them. Because he looked into her eyes and he understood. Just like that, he understood. Ámbar loved him even more for it.

Simón gave her a soft smile, with just the slightest speck of sadness, and kissed the salt off her skin. That was what he always did— Accept the fragile and unsure her, not just the laughs and her best moments.

She used to think she had to be perfect to be loved. He showed her that wasn’t needed.

Simón grabbed a blanket to cover them both and brought her to his chest. Ámbar pressed her forehead to his warm skin and closed her eyes.

“I wish we never had to leave this fort,” she said softly. “We could just stay here forever. Freeze time, right on this moment.”

Then she wouldn’t have to worry anymore. She wouldn’t have to keep secrets. She wouldn’t get scared every time she felt happy. They’d never have the chance to break each other’s hearts.

She felt the vibrations on his chest as Simón hummed.

“That would be nice…” He agreed, weakly gracing her shoulder with movements of his thumb. “But I’m more excited about all the new things I can still share with you.”

Her breathing stopped for a second. Ámbar looked up and found Simón smiling at her, that smile that was the sweetest she had ever known and sometimes wondered how her life had been before she saw it. His eyes were shining, full of possibilities.

Ámbar looked at him, and against all odds, she began to laugh.

“What?” Simón asked, but she just shook her head, looking away in disbelief.

How was it that he could brighten everything with just one phrase? One second to the other, just like that? It wasn’t fair. It almost made it seem like everything she’d been worrying about were just silly things. So not fair.

Ámbar sighed, and after a beat, brought her gaze back to him.

“Do you like pancakes?”

Simón frowned, clearly confused by the change of topic. “Yeah, why?”

Ámbar smiled and settled back with her head against his chest.

“No reason.”

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(I had never written Gastina, so apology to the shippers if I didn’t get it right, but I believe it turned out pretty decent.)

Not a lot of plot advancement on this one, but I really wanted to give them, and you, this one sweet moment to hold onto. I've had the draft for this last scene since July 16th of *last year*, just so you get an idea of how long I have to wait to post the things I have in mind.

I really love this chapter, I hope you do too <3

I'll leave some reference pictures here. The first one is a drawing that I made. It was only meant for me to visualize the fort, so I apologize for the mess. If I had planned back then to share it with you guys, I would've made it prettier 😅

[raikangaru]

Next Year - Zuko x Reader

Warnings: none

one shot

It had been a year since the defeat of ‘Pheonix King’ Ozai and Zuko had thought it would be nice to return to ember island as like a celebration of the first year anniversary of saving the world. I think it’s cute that he wants to do this, we had all arrived in a large Fire Nation ship and were given escort to the Royal Family vacation home. “Ahh brings back good ol’ memories,”Sokka says as he stretches his arms and runs to the beach front,”Sokka, get our damn bags,”Suki yells at the water tribe boy who pouts in return as he trudges back to Suki. “Let’s settle in first,”Katara says in a motherly tone, some things just don’t change. I smile at the sight and giggle as Zuko, Aang and Sokka carry all the luggage into the vacation home.

“Wow, you guys have really done up the place,”Sokka gushes as we all step into the threshold,”it’s really beautiful now,”Katara adds,”thanks! It was really all just (your name),”Zuko gives me a side glance. “Oh yes, it is definitely beautiful,”Toph sarcastically comments and everyone just stares at her before erupting into fits of laughter. Zuko drags our luggage in the Firelord and Firelady suite, we had requested to have no staff in the home, since this was meant to be just a vacation with friends. “Isn’t it crazy we were here this time last year about to fight your father,”I sigh, looking out from the balcony, warm arms find themselves around my waist and a hard chest presses itself up against me. “Yeah, we were all stressing. I’m glad life turned out like this,”he places his head in the crook of my neck, leaving very light kisses on my (skin tone) skin. “Me too,”I turn my body towards him snaking my arms around his neck, I lean my head against his firm chest breathing in his musky scent,”we should join the rest,”I detach myself from Zuko and rummage through our luggage.

I pull out a more casual Fire Nation robe, the heavy formal robes were a bit too extreme for a fun vacation with friends, I had stripped off each layer one by ones. “You shouldn’t do that infront of me,”my husband whispers in my ear, his warms hands squeeze my bare waist pulling me closer to him,”nope, sorry lover boy. We’ve got friends to entertain,”I move his hands off my waist, wagging a finger at him and continued change into the casual robes. I turn to the mirror, quickly redoing my top knot and perfectly inserting my Firelady hairpiece. “Quickly get changed,”I nag the poor Firelord as he rushes to change into his regular clothes, I laugh at the sections of hair sticking out before I beckon him to the vanity. He sits on the chair and I undo the top knot, brushing his silky smooth hair before gently tying it up again and inserting his Firelord hairpiece. “All done, now come,”I lightly tug him, the rest wait for us the living room.

“Ahh, there’s the royal highnesses,”Sokka teases us, I shoot him a friendly glare, “aww boo always so mean Sokka,”I pout at him before we both broke into laughter,”so what’s the plan?”Suki asks drawing everyone’s attention,”hmm I’m not actually sure,”Katara looks to me and I shrug my shoulders, I haven’t really thought of things for us to do. “We can spare for old times sake,”Aang jokes which earns him a slap from Katara who is no where impressed by him. “I believe there’s a carnival going on in the main streets,”Zuko says, everyone’s head turn to him,”well then it’s settled to the carnival,”Aang cheers rushing out of the house followed by an equally excited Sokka. Their respective partners shake their heads and follow them out, I take Zuko’s hand, intertwining our fingers, waking out the house together,”insane as always,”Zuko sighs and I nod my head in agreement.

The carnival was packed of fire nation citizens, it was a mistake for Zuko and I to wear our headpieces as people bowed and offered us free items which we had politely declined. “This is a disaster,”I sigh as more people continue to approach, Zuko had held onto my hand rather tightly so we wouldn’t loose each other in the crowd, I had just stayed close to him,”wow aren’t you guys just popular,”Toph teases us and I flush in embarrassed,”we apologise,”Zuko answers for us, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “Come on let’s get on the giant Ferris wheel!”Sokka points at the giant glowing wheel, everyone agrees and queues up, we had decided that each couple got their own pod except Sokka and Suki since they’ll have Toph ride with them. We get into the pink coloured pod, it was decorated with tiny lanterns, with two benches painted white and some pink accents on the window edges,”this is adorable,”I gush and excitedly sit, slighty swaying the pod which freaks my intimidating husband, I giggle as he takes a seat beside me.

“Don’t get too excited,”he moves his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him, I lean my head on his shoulder as the ride begins, the movement was slow but it made the ride feel very romantic as the lights of the carnival below glowed and the tents and people became tiny almost like insects. “It’s really sweet of you to invite the others in the one year anniversary of the defeat,”I turn to face Zuko, he cranes his head down towards me,”thanks baby,”his lips connects with my forehead giving me a warm feeling all around I draw my arms around his waist and we stay cuddled as we reach the top most of the Ferris wheel. Ember Island glows as the heroes of the world enjoy the view and time they are spending together, they world in harmony and peace.

“Let’s do it again next year”

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m a s t e r l i s t

heya guys, i know you guys are unhappy i’ve been ages in posting a lot has come up and i’m trying to catch up with it. if you guys are still enjoying my writing please leave a like and comment, any suggestions yah guys got please dm / drop it in ask, thanks and have a great day!

next one might be a haikyuu one shot!

all the love xx

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Alrighty folks, it’s been fun, but this is where the road ends for this one. I really hope everyone that read this, enjoyed it because I had a lot of fun writing it. Maybe one day we can revisit these two, and see what their lives are like in a few years. Maybe.) Just some supplementary texture, the dress that the reader is wearing, linked <here>

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Chapter 13- Revelation

“You know you’re home when you find the ones that stay.” -Lp, Strange.

Two Months later Since Julie’s wedding and they’re decision to let the public know that they were in fact, an item, Y/n and Keanu had become a bit more liberal with their appearances together. They went to dinner more often, visited public beaches and he’d even taken her to brunch with his family, who as it turned out, adored her, maybe more than Keanu himself. His sister was already planning mini girls’ getaways with her and his mother couldn’t wait for the next opportunity for a family dinner.

Other developments had quickly made themselves known too, and by then, Y/n had all but officially moved in with Keanu. Julie had moved in with her new husband, and with nothing but her belongings tying her to her apartment in Malibu, Y/n had found it easy to spend most nights at Keanu’s place. Besides, a week together in Vegas had seen them both quickly growing used to falling asleep in each other’s arms. After that, when they had returned to Los Angeles, Keanu couldn’t have been happier when he started seeing more of her things pop up among his; a coffee cup in the cupboard, a few outfits in a recently cleared out section of his closet and her own robe in the bathroom. They had even exchanged keys, which they both used liberally. 

The new, growing closeness was something that they both enjoyed; Y/n adored having someone to go home to, to love, and Keanu was elated that he could finally share his home, and start building a future with a woman he adored. 

“My mom wants to know if you’d go shopping with her and Karina next Saturday,” Keanu asked, his arm snaked around Y/n’s waist as they walked towards the elevator in her office. Diligently, like the doting boyfriend he was, Keanu held Y/n’s bags in his free hand and Y/n was tucked comfortably into his side, enjoying his warmth. “You know,” he began before Y/n could respond, “I think you three are gonna have to exchange numbers or something, being the messenger is getting old fast,” Keanu teased as they got in, only parting so Y/n could push the button on the wall. 

Rolling her eyes, Y/n chuckled, automatically returning to his embrace after, “Aww,” she cooed, “Is that jealously I hear?”

“No,” he scoffed playfully, tickling her side when Y/n rolled her eyes again, mumbling her disbelief, “I’m not jealous, promise.”

“I know,” Y/n giggled, her arms going around Keanu’s center, a little disappointed when the elevator doors reopened just a few minutes after they had slid shut. Thankfully, things had cooled down over the past couple months and they could now, for the most part, roam L.A without cameras being shoved in those faces, there were however, still those with flimsy morals, willing and ready to follow the two around, eager for a steamy picture; a cozy cuddle here and a passionate smooch there. “Tell her I’d love to go out with them, and you can pass on my number while you’re at it.”

“Great,” Keanu craned his head to look down at Y/n, pressing his lips to hers just before they left the building, “And I’ll give you theirs tonight.”

“Perfect,” Y/n beamed, before grabbing the front of Keanu’s grey t-shirt, yanking him down for another, final kiss. 

“You know,” he mused as they left the building, making their way to his car parked at the top of the block, “I wish your mom liked me they way my mom likes you. Or you know, at the very least, could tolerate our relationship.”

Sighing, Y/n licked her lips, “Well, technically, she doesn’t not like you. She’s just.....” Y/n huffed; they hadn’t really spoken about what had transpired between Y/n and her mother at the wedding, and neither she nor her mother had reached out since then, but Y/n could tell that it bothered Keanu, just a bit, that her mother hadn’t accepted him they way his had her. “She’s just.....complicated,“ Y/n sighed again, “And she just needs some time to.....” she was really at a loss for words.

“Get used to her daughter dating a man nearly twice her age?” Keanu held the door open for Y/n, then walked around to get in on his side, “I mean,” he sighed, starting the car and pulling away from the curb, “I guess one day, when we have a daughter-”

“You think about us having kids?” Y/n cut Keanu off, her grin wide. 

For a minute, he stuttered but quickly gave up, “Well yeah, sometimes,” unsure again, Keanu’s whiskey gaze flicked between Y/n and the road ahead, hoping she’d say something.

Eventually, after she’d found that Keanu had worried enough, Y/n put her hand over his hand on her thigh, “I do too, sometimes. I think you’d make an amazing dad,” she turned to him, watching the visible parts of Keanu’s cheeks go bright pink. 

“I....” Keanu tripped over his words, “You’d make a great mom too,” he eventually sputtered out, trying to push thoughts of them being parents out of his mind; they still had a lot to do first, like survive their first public appearance as a couple. It was coming up by the end of that very week; on the coming Friday night they were supposed to attend a charity gala together. It wasn’t the kind of thing that Keanu usually attended; he never saw the point of dressing up and buying over expensive tickets in the name of charity, he was perfectly fine with making donations in private, without the fanfare and media coverage. But his publicist had informed Y/n and Keanu that it was the best place to make their debut as a couple, and it was the only celebrity event happening in the near future anyway, there was to be a red carpet and everything. 

“Thanks,” Y/n blushed, lacing her fingers with his as Keanu’s hand turned over on her palm, “But, we still have a lot to get through before that. Like Friday night,” she sighed, her smile fading as Y/n turned to look out the window.

Keanu knitted his brows at her less than enthusiastic reaction; Y/n had assured him time and time again that she was okay with the attention, that she could learn to live with it if it meant being with him, but Keanu kept getting the feeling that she wasn’t as on board with it as she was leading him to believe. He understood though, at least, he thought he did; she wasn’t used to the kind of life that was always scrutinized by complete strangers and adjusting would be hard given her reserved nature. “Are you having second thoughts?” He probed when Y/n remained silent for a while.

Turning back to him, she forced a smile as Keanu turned into a quieter part of L.A, nearer to his community, “No,” she dismissed, not meeting his eyes, “It’s just,” she hesitated, “What if everyone hates me? I mean, do you really want to risk your career because of a woman, because of me?”

Squeezing Y/n’s hand affectionately, Keanu brought it up to his lips, kissing her knuckles, grinning lightly when her frown started to fade, “I’d risk everything for you,” he reassured her.

Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You shouldn’t; Keanu, this is your career, if your fans hate me then, automatically they think you have bad judgment and then they’ll-”

“Okay,” Keanu chuckled, cutting off Y/n’s ramblings, “I get your point, but I promise you, if they’re really my fans, they’ll see, at the very least, a fraction of what I see in you, and they’ll adore you.”

Sucking in a breath, Y/n felt the tension in her shoulders start melting away bit by bit, “Yeah,” she nodded slowly, “Yeah okay,” it would still take a while, but Y/n trusted Keanu’s words, and in the end, she knew that he’d never let someone else’s opinion get in the way of their relationship, “I love you,” she determined as they pulled into his garage and Keanu parked next Y/n’s car, “And I promise I’m not having second thoughts.”

“I love you too,“ leaning over the console, Keanu untangled his fingers from Y/n’s only to cup her face, his thumb grazing her cheek, “And I’m glad to hear it.”

Friday Y/n had never had so many hands touching her all at once, it was a little uncomfortable, and very awkward, though, she supposed she’d have to get used to it one day. There was someone’s hands in her hair, brushing and styling it, another pair on her face, doing her make-up, which she had insisted that she could do herself; much to the dismay of the hired team and at some point, a young woman had started holding earrings up to her ears, testing them to see how they looked. At that point, Y/n would be surprised if they let her put her shoes on herself.

A dress, on loan from a prominent designer, hung secured in a garment bag on a hook on the bathroom door. Y/n had only tried it on once before; a few days after the designer’s representative had reached out, oddly enough, to Y/n’s assistant, asking if she’d be interested in wearing one of their new pieces, they had sent someone over with a few options and she’d ultimately gone with a silver-blueish, haute couture gown.

Amidst all the hustle and bustle of getting ready, they weren’t even at her place, or Keanu’s; apparently it was completely irresponsible to get ready at one’s residence for star studded events. So instead, Keanu, or rather his people, had booked them a suite at a five star hotel in Beverly Hills.

Y/n hadn’t expected all of the excess when she agreed to attend the event with Keanu. Okay, maybe she’d expected a hairdresser, maybe someone doing her make-up, but instead, Keanu’s regular stylist had afforded her an entire team where they was at least one person for something that Y/n would normally do herself. And speaking of Keanu; Y/n hadn’t even seen him since after they parted ways upon setting foot in their suite that afternoon. 

She wasn’t finished until late that evening, when the sun was just about to set and the event, being held at a rented out museum in cushy part of the city, was just over two hours away from starting, and, just as Y/n had suspected, they really didn’t let her put her shoes on for herself. 

Giving herself one last look in the full length mirror, Y/n was actually surprised at her appearance; she didn’t think she’d ever looked that....posh, for lack of a better word. The slit on the lacy dress ended higher up on Y/n’s thigh than she remembered and the designer shoes blended perfectly. Her hair had been styled to needle straight perfection with a shiny, bejeweled comb pulling back one side, boasting diamond earrings and around her neck, sat the only familiar piece of jewelry that she’d been wearing; the necklace that Keanu had given her on Valentine’s day. 

The room had long been cleared, so when someone whistled lowly behind her, Y/n jumped. Though, her surprise was quickly quelled when she met Keanu’s eyes through the reflection. “You look......” Keanu licked his lips, approaching her slowly, dressed to the nines in a black designer tux, his arms pulling Y/n into a hug from behind, “Absolutely stunning.” The height that her shoes offered made it easier for Keanu to bury his face in her neck; his groomed beard tickling her as he peppered kisses there, all while reveling in the sweet scent of her perfume. 

Y/n’s eyes slipped closed as a result of his affections, her hands loosely gripping his forearms, “Thank you,” the two words were punctuated by giddy giggles and Y/n was already sinking into Keanu’s chest, feeling like in his embrace was the only place she wanted to be. “Are you ready to go?” She eventually managed, reluctantly. 

“No,” Keanu mumbled, the word muffled by his lips still on her skin, though he soon pulled away and Y/n turned in the circle of his embrace, looping her lace clad arms around his neck. After a few slow, lingering kisses, Keanu frowned light heartedly, “With you here, looking this gorgeous, I might never be ready, but we should cause the car has been waiting for a half hour now.” Pulling away, they untangled from each other and Keanu took Y/n’s hand in his, leading her to the main room, where they took some pictures before eventually heading downstairs. 

The drive to the museum was filled mostly with comfortable silence, champagne flavored kisses and intimate touches. When they got there, just about half hour after leaving the hotel, someone opened the door on Keanu’s side, and after getting out, he offered his hand, helping Y/n out too. The steps leading to the inside of the grand building had been fitted with a bright red carpet as was the long walkway towards the entrance. Behind a metal, temporary barricade, photographers and fans alike screamed for at least a few seconds of their attention.

Taken aback by the loud cheers and the bright flashes, Y/n recoiled a bit, her hand squeezing Keanu’s as she unconsciously tried to side-step behind him. Slowing his pace, Keanu’s lips were close to her ear, concern heavy in his tone, “Are you okay?”

Y/n’s breath caught as she tired to split her attention; everything seemed to be going by so quickly; the questions, the pictures, the person in front of them telling them to keep moving. How did he do this? Involuntarily, Y/n stiffened and her breathing quickened, “I don’t know,” she looked up at him, eyes wide, internally kicking herself for not being about to enjoy being with him.

“It’s okay,” Keanu kissed the top of her head, “Just relax and pretend they’re not here, that always helps,” soothingly, Keanu rubbed his thumb over hers, “Just focus on me,” he pecked her again.

Taking a deep breath and blinking slowly, Y/n tried to take Keanu’s advice, feeling herself slowly start to relax a bit as she did.

Pretend they’re not there.

Just focus on Keanu.

The tension seemed to roll off her shoulders, sliding down her back as she left it behind. She could do it, as long as she was with Keanu. In just minutes, Y/n was visibly more relaxed and she could even muster up a shy smile when they stopped for pictures. “Better now?” Keanu asked between shots, his hand moving from holding hers to resting low on her back, his pinkie finger barely brushing the thin cool metal belt of her ensemble while the rest felt comfortingly warm on her exposed back.

“Yeah,” Y/n smiled, her eyes twinkling with love as she glanced up at him, “Thank you,” she breathed.

Keanu licked his lips, his gaze shifting between Y/n and the cameras. Keanu hadn’t ever done it before; he never liked the idea of the whole world knowing about his private life, but seeing as everyone already knew, he didn’t see the point in keeping Y/n a secret. Besides, he was enamored with her, more than he had been with any other in a very long time and Keanu wanted to sing it from the roof tops. But since he couldn’t, he’d take the next best thing. Looking adoringly into her eyes, he wordlessly asked if she was okay with it, and after Y/n nodded ever so slightly, Keanu leaned down, catching her lips in a slow, breath-stealing kiss. 

The clicks and shutter of the cameras quickened, the people behind them went wild and there was even a collective ‘aww’ than ran through the crowd. Neither Y/n nor Keanu heard any of it though, too lost in each other to care what anyone thought of their relationship. They ended their lip-lock with one final, short peck, but even then, they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other; drunk on love and the feeling of freedom.

Even after they’d continued walking, the press called after Keanu and Y/n, up until they were safely out of sight; behind the heavy wooden doors of the ancient looking building. The rest of the night passed without the stress of having to shy away from photographers, mingling with guests, many of whom were celebrities themselves. At first, it had left Y/n a little shaken, knowing that she was surrounded by people who typically seemed larger than life, but with Keanu’s reassuring words and his hand in hers, she quickly became at ease with it. Even better was the fact that the few that he took her meet actually seemed to really like her; fawning over her dress and the fact that she worked for a cosmetics company seemed to somehow help her fit in easily. 

All in all, the night went by better than Y/n could have imagined, and by the end of it, she had made several new friends, and unbeknownst to her, gained a wider adoring public, though, it was still, without argument, been perfect only because she had spent it with Keanu.

One Week Later After the night of the gala, and the confirmation of their relationship, news about Y/n and Keanu’s relationship blew up. Varying headlines buzzed around the internet, most of them reading along the lines of; “Keanu Reeves Goes Public With Girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n” or “Breaking News: Keanu Reeves Shares Passionate Kiss With Suspected Girlfriend”. Seeing her name on tabloids in the grocery store and on online magazines had, in just five days, become the norm, though Y/n tried to steer clear; reading about herself seemed a little vain and not to mention juvenile. Besides, from some of the over-inflated hooks splashed across the flimsy tabloid covers, Y/n could already tell that most of the pieces labelled ‘exclusives’ were just filled with lies and exaggerations.

That Friday night, Y/n had driven herself home, or rather back to Keanu’s place, which had started to feel like home, after work since Keanu was carded to have a late meeting at Arch. She didn’t mind though, and they had agreed to have a late dinner; she had brought back take-out and they’d have it over a couple movies and wine. 

Y/n had gotten in at around six, and after a warm shower, she had traded her stylish outfit for a pair of comfortable shorts and a cotton vest, padding around the house barefoot. With the company of a glass of chilled red, Y/n had resigned to the large sofa central to the living room, eyes glued to the television which played a rather boring thriller. The irony. Y/n’s attention wasn’t really fixated on the film and she spent most of the hour trading texts with Julie. That was, until her phone rang, startling her enough to almost make her drop it. 

For a minute, Y/n regarded the familiar number wearily, though she eventually swiped the green icon, deciding that sooner or later, they’d have to work things out. “Hey mom,” Y/n’s tone was flat, trying to stifle her annoyance.

“Y/n,” her mother greeted, sounding unsure of herself, perhaps wondering if it was best to try to make amends over the phone, several states away, “I was hoping you’d answer.”

Y/n sighed heavily, “Yeah, well, if you called to try to convince me to break up with Keanu, it’s not going to work.”

On the other end, Maryann was quiet for a couple seconds before continuing, “I’m sorry about that,” her apology sounded sincere, but Y/n wasn’t willing to take it so readily, so instead, she let her mother go on, “It wasn’t my place to just judge your relationship like that; you’re a grown woman, and if you say you love Keanu, and if you know he loves you, then I shouldn’t try to come between the two of you.”

“You’re right,” Y/n said stiffly, finally turning off the television and tossing the remote to the side, “And thank you. He really is a good man, you just need to give him the chance to show you.”

Maryann hummed and Y/n could almost see her nodded in unspoken agreement, “If you love him, then I’m sure he is,” she offered, and then, further extending her olive branch, “I’d like if you two could give me another chance, do you think he’d be okay with flying out here? He could see where you grew up, your brother is flying in at the end of the month, maybe you two could come in then. I’d love to have the whole family here, and I’m sure your dad would too.”

Y/n chuckled, jubilated that her mother, even if indirectly, had just referred to Keanu as family, “I’ll ask him, but I’m sure Keanu would love that. He really wants you to like him.”

“I’m sorry that I gave him the impression that I didn’t, and for not giving him a chance. Can you tell him that for me, please?”

Just then, Y/n heard the hum of Keanu’s bike as it parked in the garage, followed minutes later by the side door being opened and then shut seconds later, “Y/n, babe!” Keanu called from the hallway, “I’m home!”

“In here!” She returned, covering the bottom of her phone, “I’ll definitely tell him what you said mom. And thanks for calling, but I should probably get going, Keanu just got in.”

“Oh! Of course,” her mother sighed in relief, thankful that she was no longer at odds with her daughter, “You’ll get back to me, about coming to Seattle?” 

“I will,” Y/n smiled as Keanu walked into the living room, having already shed his jacket and taken off his shoes on his way there. Craning her head up, she kissed him quickly and scooted a bit so he could sit next to her, his arms automatically going around Y/n’s shoulders as Keanu slouched into the chair, “Bye mom, I love you.”

“Bye honey,” her mother was the one ending their conversation, hanging up after, “I love you too.”

With the call now ended, Y/n discarded her cell next to the television remote, and took a minute to greet Keanu with a proper kiss. By the time their lips had parted, she was in his lap, Keanu’s hands holding her at the waist and one of Y/n’s arms on his shoulder while her other hand laid over his chest. “That was your mom?”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded slowly, worrying on her lower lip, “She wanted to apologize for Vegas and she wants us to come out to Seattle in the next two weeks. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to though,” Y/n reassured, moving her hand to brush some of Keanu’s hair out of his face.

“No, I’d love to go. She was just looking out for you; she’s your mom, its her job,” Keanu absently caressed Y/n’s side and she laid her head in the crook of his neck.

“Good, I’m glad you’re on board with this,” pulling away, Y/n took Keanu’s face in her small hands, and briefly, it felt like the first time they’d kissed, at the bar in the city. That was probably the night she’d decided that she didn’t ever want to be with anyone else, even if she hadn’t consciously realized it yet. That was just three months ago, but so much had changed since then; her best friend had gotten married and she’d fallen in love. By then, sitting like that with Keanu, Y/n didn’t want to think of her life differently, with someone else or somewhere else and she’d be contented to stay with him like that forever. “I love you,” she pressed her forehead to his.

One of Keanu’s hands slid up Y/n’s back stopping at the base of her neck to toy with the edges of her hair. Relaxed in his lap, Keanu thought she looked even more beautiful than the night they’d met. Maybe it was because he had grown to know her, to love her. It was hard to think that just a few months ago, he wasn’t even looking for a relationship, and now, Keanu was in one that he didn’t want to be without. Y/n was his; his love, his home, his future. “I love you too,” he grinned softly, stealing a lingering kiss.

Their lips moved in tandem with each other; two souls barely touching but knowing that they’d be joined for life. Keanu’s tongue slid over Y/n’s and her hands slipped down to his neck. When they broke for air, after a couple minutes, their noses were still touching at the tips and Keanu smiled breathlessly. He had been mulling over something since they’d come back from the gala, hell, probably since they’d come back from Las Vegas; like the rest of their relationship, he knew that it would be a big leap in their whirlwind romance, but if the last few months was anything to go by, Keanu knew that he was ready for anything with Y/n. “I’ve been thinking; maybe when we get back from Seattle, you could move in. Officially, I mean.”

Giggling, Y/n scrunched her nose, “You’re serious?” Y/n already knew what her answer was, but she just wanted to make sure that Keanu wasn’t making a decision based on the high from their great week.

“I am, in the past two months, this place has started to feel more like a home than it has in the past ten years. I want us to come home to each other everyday Y/n; I want to come home to you,” reaching for her hand, Keanu rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, “What do you say?”

Squealing, Y/n crashed her lips to his, catching Keanu off guard before she pulled away, excited eyes and racing heart, “I want to come home to you too Keanu. Everyday, for the rest of our lives.” 

A wide grin split his lips, and Y/n shifted so she was straddling Keanu. Bringing her face to his, they got lost in each other, eventually falling sideways onto the sofa as they celebrated the new step in their relationship, together, in their home. 

The End!

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The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 12)

Summery: Logan and Virgil are at Disney World with Roman and Patton’s and they are all just being straight up adorable.

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: This is more Royality centic in honor of Roman’s birthday

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

*I added links to help visualize the outfits!!!*

(This was so much fun to write! And a special thank you to @kawaiikat54 for some ideas and a major plot point for this chapter!)

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Virgil woke up, and smiled up at his boyfriend. Logan’s hair was draped over his eyes, and looked so peaceful while sleeping.

Virgil was reminded of their sleepover date, almost 2 months ago. He had woken up just like this, and felt the same sense of adoration he’s feeling now.

He thought of everything that happened in the last two months. They had a more dates, ate dinner with Thomas three more times, and had four more sleepovers.

He swept Logan’s hair out of his eyes, and and kissed him on the nose. “Wake up sleepy head, we have a big day ahead of us!” Logan blearily looked at Virgil and smiled.

“That we do. I won the slug bug competition on the drive down here, so I can’t wait to see you in the Mickey Mouse ears I pick out.”

Virgil let out an offended squeak and shoved Logan. Logan fell off the bed, and busted out laughing. “That’s not fair! You cheated and you know it!”

Logan laughed and headed to the bathroom. “It’s not cheating. I kissed you every time I saw a Bug, and you just happened to miss seeing the car. It’s making use of my advantages!” Logan called before shutting the bathroom door.

Virgil yelled into his pillow. While he was upset that he lost the competition, he wasn’t THAT upset. It was just fun to tease.

Besides, he better hurry up and get dressed before Patton and Roman barged in. He changed out of his Nightmare Before Christmas onesie and into his version of the matching couple shirts that Patton got for both couples. Logan helped Patton with theirs, and Virgil loved it.

It was a ‘He’s Mine/I’m His’ couples shirt that had the Mickey gloves pointing at the other shirt. The reason Virgil loves it so much was because Logan had it personalized with the blue galaxy them that has come to represent their relationship.

He paired the ‘I’m his’ shirt with so distressed black jeans, and knocked on the bathroom door. Logan open the door and was wearing his ‘he’s mine’ shirt with dark wash blue jeans.

“You look as good in the shirt as I thought you would.” Logan said, kissing Virgil on the cheek and moving to get his shoes.

Virgil grabs Logan’s hand. “Hey, what did I say about missing your target?” Logan chuckled while rolling his eyes. “How about you brush your teeth and hen we will work on my aim.” Virgil huffed and shut the door.

Virgil finished getting ready, went to get his shocks, and then put his shoes on. As soon as he finished tying his shoes, he stood up and jumped into the arms of the man how has been standing next to him.

Logan caught his boyfriend, laughing at his antics. “I’m guessing you want to practice real quick before before we go to meet up with Patton and Roman?”

Virgil nodded and they met in the middle.

“Alright starlight, if we delay any longer Roman will break down the door.” As if summoned, there was a long knock on the door.

“You both better be decent because I’m coming in!” Roman yelled at the door. Logan set Virgil down just as Roman opened the door. Roman laughs and Patton walks in.

“Hey kiddos! Whatcha doing?” “Target practice.” Virgil said as Logan ‘subtly’ stepped behind Virgil. Everyone laughed at Logan.

“Aww, come on Logan! I thought we bonded, we made T-shirts together!” Patton said.

“Yes we did. And y’alls turned out amazing.” Logan said, still slightly weary of Patton. It is true, they bonded over the two months and made the T-shirts together. Though Patton still liked to make slight threats.

For example, when Patton was picking out the pattern for his shirts, he looked Logan in the eye and said, “I really like how this is cut! And you know what they say, best friends will literally cut people out of toxic relationships!”

He said this while brandishing a kitchen knife.

Patton giggled. “I know! Roman really likes his shirt!” Patton’s shirt had the words, “I support my boyfriends Disney Addiction” on it in a baby blue color. Roman’s shirt had the words “I’m the Boyfriend” written in a deep red.

“Oh, we knew that Roman liked his shirt as soon as you surprised him with it. He was so confused until you put yours on and handed him the tickets.” Virgil said.

“And I still haven’t gotten back full hearing after he found out that you actually planned to take us all to Disney and kept it from him for so long.” Logan added.

Roman sighed. “I was quite possibly the best early birthday present ever! Now, come on! Today is my actual birthday and I can’t wait to see what type of ears Logan picks out for Virgil!”

Roman and Patton ran out of the room laughing as Virgil threw a pillow at them.

-_-_-_-

Roman wanted to go to Magic Kingdom, so that’s where they went. After taking some pictures, they headed into the nearest gift shop, to ‘go ahead and get this over with’ as Virgil put it.

Logan came back with something hidden behind his back, and a huge smile on his face.

“I found the most perfect one ever, I think you will love it. Close your eyes.” Virgil rolled his eyes then closed them, amusement shining on his face.

Logan placed the headband on Virgil’s head, and Patton and Roman tried and failed at stifling giggles.

“It better not have a giant bow on it, or I will hurt you!” Virgil growled with no actual threat in his voice.

“Open your eyes starlight.”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked into the mirror that Patton was holding up. It was a Mickey Mouse ears headband with a Sorcerer hat situated between the ears.

Logan was smiling over Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil turned around.

“So... what do you think?” Virgil wrapped his arms around Logan. “I love it moonbeam, great job!”

Logan looked extremely proud of himself. “It has the moon and stars on it, so it represents us!” Patton and Roman took a few pictures and then went to go get eachother headbands.

Virgil looked over at the retreating couple, and then back at his boyfriend. “Before we follow them, can we have matching headbands?”

Logan laughed at his boyfriends puppy eyes, and put on a second headband that he had been hiding. “Way ahead of you. Now, let’s go catchup to those oblivious gays.”

Virgil laughed and walked over to where Patton was putting on a Mickey Mouse ears headband that has a Golden crown on it on Romans head.

Logan is already taking pictures of the soft couple, and Virgil took a video of Roman presenting a Mickey Mouse ears headband with a baby blue bow and flower on it, and a Silver ornament of Cinderella’s carriage in the middle of the bow to Patton and then placing gently on Patton’s head.

“A gorgeous headpiece for my gorgeous boyfriend.” Roman declared. Virgil and Logan shared a soft look as Roman and Patton shared a kiss. This was going to be one great day.

-_-_-_-

After paying for the headbands, the boys took a few photos in front of the Castle.  

They went all around the park, ridding rides, eating snacks, and meeting characters.

Cinderella loved Patton’s headband, Roman got into a sing competition with Gaston, and Virgil got dragged away by Peter Pan while Logan just laughed and recorded the whole thing.

Patton had booked them lunch at Cinderella’s Royal Table, and all the princess sang Happy Birthday to Roman.

As night began to fall, the group headed back towards the castle to watch the firework show. Knowing what was about to happen, Virgil and Logan started recording Roman and Patton as soon as the fireworks went off.

“Roman?”

“Patton...”

They both laughed. The couple recording were trying not to shake their cameras from laughter. ‘Here we go...’ Logan and Virgil whispered to eachother, smiling.

“The fireworks are beautiful,” Roman said. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

Patton blushed and replied, “these fireworks are bright but your the brightest thing in my sky.”

Both Roman and Patton kneeled on one knee and presented a ring. They then looked at eachother in shock.

“WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” They both rushed out at the same time, trying to say it first.

They then leaped into eachothers arms screaming “YES YES YES!”

They kissed right as the big finally went off, and everyone cheered.

The new fiancés didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the trip, especially after a photographer Logan and Virgil hired showed them the photos she took of the proposal.

Everyone agreed that it was the best trip ever, and Roman wouldn’t stop gushing about how he got a Disney trip and fiancé for his birthday.

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Broo this is my Sothismas gift for @illputaspellonyou ! the event was hosted and made possible by @patricia-von-arundel ty for making this possible! It’s complete fluff and shenanigans by one of my favourite idiot boyfriend duo: Casphardt. It was my first time writing them, and I had a blast. I love them. story under the cut!

“C'mon Linhardt, you can't keep scaring me like that.”

Caspar's voice was teasing but had an air of worry about it. His face showed the same emotion, Linhardt almost would have found it sweet, if he wasn’t very annoyed.

“Not everyone thrives off of battle like you do. I've told you a hundred times, I don't do too well near blood."

"Yeah, I know that. But do you have to faint like that? I almost couldn't save you this time. Almost…"

It was a picture perfect sunset in the middle of the forest in Dagda, one of the many countries Linhardt and Caspar had decided to go to when they opted to travel the world.

“Well I'm sorry. Maybe you could stop running into every fight that shows itself with no preparation like that. Then, I wouldn't have to follow you, and then faint."

"What!? That's ridiculous, if someone wants to go around picking fights, you have to take it, otherwise, they might go off and try to fight someone who can't, or doesn't want to."

"Like… Me?"

Caspar rolled his eyes, but didn't argue further because something caught his eye, he saunters off, leaving Linhardt to argue with nothing.

“Seriously, if you were not so brash and unruly, then maybe this whole 'traveling the world' thing would be more enjoyable, and-"

Linhardt trailed off, promptly realizing he was talking to thin air, and continued to look for where his troublesome boyfriend is, and continue his point that would most certainly lead nowhere. It's not that he wanted to argue with Capsar all the time, he just, didn't hate it. It was simply the nature of their relationship; Caspar would do something absolutely stupid, and then Linhardt would have to drag him out of it, and then they'd playfully argue, make up for arguing, have a sweet moment, and then the cycle restarted. 

“Hey, Lin?”

Linhardt was interrupted from his thinking. 

“You might wanna come see this, it's pretty cool.”

Linhardt stormed over to where the familiar voice was coming from, Caspar couldn't distract him from winning the argument forever. But Linhardt did not get to say the thing that would obviously have decimated Caspar in that ridiculous dispute. Instead he was rendered speechless, in front of him lay one of the most gorgeous landscapes he’d ever seen. 

They were standing at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a giant river valley, littered with those bioluminescent blue crystals Dagda was known for having, and it was sunset. It truly did look incredible, then again, Caspar was very good at finding beautiful scenery (surprisingly).

“Wow, this is… beautiful.”

Caspar looked surprised, he had wanted Linhardt to stop arguing so he could talk with him seriously, but this was fast. But whatever, it made what he was about to say easier.

“Yeah… Pretty cool, huh?”

Were his palms sweaty? They were sweaty, weren’t they? Linhardt probably noticed, and just wasn’t saying anything about it. The air was far too hot. Or was it just him? And that cliff was far too unsafe to do this, and GODDESS he just had to do it!

“Hey, uh, Lin?”

Linhardt was still very involved with the scenery, and wasn’t fully paying attention to his ridiculous but adorable boyfriend, which meant Caspar had to actually go out of his way to get his attention. He took a stick from the ground, and proceeded to poke Lin with it… Or at least he had meant it to be a poke, but since it almost knocked Linhardt over, he was going to guess it was a little more harsh. 

“What!? Must you really almost impale me on the end of a stick to get my attention!?”

“Whoops.”

Linhardt let out a dramatic sigh. 

“Well, you have my attention, what is it?”

“Well… you know how you’re, uh, dating me and stuff?”

“Yes. I do. And?”

Goddess, why did this have to be so awkward!? Of course he knew that he was dating him, he’s not an idiot!

“Yeah, and I was thinking that maybe we should stop being like that…”

“You’re breaking up with me? Why!?”

“No wait that’s not what I-

“What did I do!? Is it because of that silly argument earlier? If so that is hardly a reason to- to break up with me!”

“Lin, I’m not-!”

“I think you're being a bit unreasonable, Caspar.”

“LIN!”

“Seriously, I know I’m a bit new to being in a romantic relationship, but-”

He kept going, and he was obviously too busy spiraling that he wasn’t going to listen. Honestly, Caspar had never seen Linhardt so worked up before. Seeing the stick he had previously discarded, he promptly ‘poked’ Linhardt with it again. 

“Ow! Can you stop doing that!?”

“You weren’t listening to me. Listen to me this time!”

Linhardt rolled his eyes, but stayed silent. He just hoped that Caspar wasn’t about to break up with him, because then he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself. He didn’t say it that often, but he relied on Caspar, he needed him. So he hoped that this was just Caspar phrasing something stupid.

“What I wanted to say is that we should be, ya know, more than that… or something.”

“What? Speak normally.”

“Fine. LINHARDT WILL YOU MARRY ME PLEASE!?”

What? Had he heard correctly? Yes, it was impossible not to with Caspar practically screaming it into his ear. And sure enough, there he was, on one knee holding a ring in both hands, holding it like it was his last hope for all reality. It was actually almost comedic. 

Linhardt was slowly processing what exactly this meant, (which was odd because normally he processed things very fast). When it finally sank in, Linhardt was a mess of emotions almost immediately. He broke into tears, trying desperately to maintain his composure and failing pathetically.

“I can’t tell if this is a good thing or not. Are these tears of joy? Or tears of not-joy…”

“They’re tears o-of j-joy, you id-diot.” 

He couldn't get through a single sentence without stuttering and sobbing. It was embarrassing, but it was pretty much unavoidable.

“Sooo… That a yes?”

“Y-yeah.” 

His voice was shaky, and it didn’t help that Caspar swept him up in a bridal hold. (fitting) Linhardt screamed, he hated (loved) it when Caspar picked him up, it was very bothering, but he could barely talk so he decided to save the lecture for now. 

“WOOHOO! YEAH! I KNEW YOU’D SAY YES! HAHAHA!! THIS IS GREAT NOW YOU’RE GONNA BE MY HUSBAND! LET’S INVITE EVERYONE IT’LL BE THE BEST WEDDING EVER!”

“C-Caspar! Stop yelling-g!”

“I CAN’T I’M JUST TOO PUMPED FOR OUR WEDDING! WHEN SHOULD IT BE? I WANT IT TO BE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!”

“We c-can’t do it t-too s-soon. We have to plan-n.”

“WHY PLAN WHEN WE CAN GET MARRIED TOMORROW!?”

“T-Tomorrow!? That’s way too s-soon.”

“HOW ABOUT THE DAY AFTER INSTEAD!?”

“No. P-put me down r-right now, so I can slap some c-common sense into that b-beautiful face of yours-s.”

“AWW, LIN DID YOU JUST CALL ME BEAUTIFUL!?”

“I d-don’t know. I’m still in shock.”

“WELL STOP BEING IN SHOCK! WE HAVE A WEDDING TO PLAN!

“Whatever you s-say.”

Hope you like it! (and im really sorry if you didnt) 

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I know I can’t stand you, but please stay anyway? (pt 5)

Pt 1| Last Chapter | Ao3 |

Patton hates lying. Patton never tells lies. Patton has told a massive lie. Ethan can’t stand Patton. He has no reason to ever help him. Except, of course, the most obvious one. A fake relationship, a family Christmas, and other shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Swearing, original characters

Pairings: Moceit, eventually

“Oh, my god, Patton, I cannot believe you!”

“Okay, Vivian, wait-“

“Trust you to go and get yourself a gorgeous boyfriend like that when the rest of us aren’t looking!”

“God, Vi, no…”

“Mr ‘Woe is me, I’m so lonely I need to invent a relationship to tell mum about’!”

“Okay, well, now you’re just being mean.”

“Ohmygod, that hair! And his eyes! Is that a real piercing? Goddamn, Pat, I didn’t think you had it in you!””

“Vivian!”

His sister snickered, not registering Patton’s serious tone. She’d been smirking slyly at him the entire time he’d been trying to introduce Ethan to his Dad, and she’d literally dragged him outside at the nearest possible opportunity so that she could excitedly interrogate him.

Patton rubbed his arms as he grumpily surveyed the garden. What was the point of all this cold weather if he didn’t at least get some snow out of it?

“What’s going on, how long have you been together, why didn’t you tell me you finally got a real boyfriend?”

…ugh. He’d thought kissing Ethan earlier would be a good idea as it might finally get all of his infuriating tricks to stop – Ethan couldn’t keep flustering him with his teasing if he thought that Patton wasn’t bothered by it! (In hindsight it might not have been the best idea, but clearly, Patton wasn’t known for his ability to think things through).

Of course, Vi had to walk in at the worst moment and jump to the wrong conclusion.

“Vivian, please stop!” he whined, pouting at his sister, who was literally bouncing up and down like an excited child.

…Maybe that was why she didn’t mind being out here like this. They could be could be warm in the living room listening to Christmas music if he hadn’t been so stupid.

“Aw, am I not allowed to call your boyfriend hot?” She cooed, leaning forward to ruffle his hair.

…why exactly had he assumed his sisters would stop tying to baby him once he turned twenty-one?

“As I recall, you did enough ogling of Andre the first time I brought him home- don’t you deny it!” she finished with a triumphant giggle.

Patton rolled his eyes, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. Vivian was supposed to be his source of support this week! He’d been planning to go to grumble to her when Ethan got too frustrating, not listen to her gush about him! When she’d walked in on them, he’d wanted to lead her away so he could explain the situation, but then his father had been there, so he’d had to shut his mouth and play along.

Although, he had to admit, Ethan had been amazing with his father. He hadn’t been particularly worried about his mother – Mum loved everyone! Dad, on the other hand had a tendency to be a teensy bit more strict.

Still, Ethan had been incredible, shaking Dad’s hand, politely answering all his questions about his family, his classes, his career plans – Patton had never even seen Ethan tell someone what his favourite colour was without twisting his answer in some way! Patton didn’t think his father had ever taken to someone he’d actually been dating so quickly.

It was honestly kind of startling, seeing the way Ethan’s entire personality could shift in a second depending on who he was talking to. He’d become so warm and friendly and nice when he was talking to his mom, despite the fact that he’d been winding up Patton mere minutes before. And the minute Dad had approached him, his entire cool, detached demeanour had melted away, giving way to courtesy and polite deference as if- well. Patton wasn’t sure he was ready to start thinking about what he and Ethan had been doing before that.

In fact, he wasn’t sure he wanted to think about Ethan at all at this moment. Because thinking about Ethan would mean thinking about how he was actually, genuinely putting effort into helping him, and thinking about that would mean circling back to why Ethan was helping him, even though he didn’t even seem to like him most of the time and wondering if he didn’t actually have some tricks up his sleeve and- nope, okay, he was doing it again.

“Vivian, can we talk about literally anything else?” he begged. “Ooh, how about your wedding; surely that’s a more engaging topic?” Come on, Vivian had literally never passed up an opportunity to talk about her wedding, there was no way this could fail. Well, not that he could blame her, he was pretty excited too! There was going to be cookies, his little niece was going to be the ring bearer, it was going to be so cute. And of course, he was pretty excited for Vivian too!

If only her ‘finally’ getting engaged didn’t have to mean him constantly being asked when it was his turn.

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” Vivian gasped, clapping her hands. Finally, a new topic! “Listen, I know you said you probably wouldn’t need a plus one, but it is totally fine if you want to bring Ethan; we can probably still make adjustments, have you asked him yet? Should I ask him? I should go ask him!”

…Or not.

“No, Vivian, that’s fine!” he urged, grabbing her before she could run back in. (It astounded him when people who hadn’t met his sister thought he was impulsive and easily excitable) “I mean – you know there’s a very good chance that Ethan and I won’t actually be together by the time you get married, and also that you might never actually see him again so maybe you shouldn’t actually do that probably?”

Oh, snickerdoodles, now she just looked concerned.

“What, why? Are the two of you okay? You know, most couples go through rough patches, that doesn’t mean-“

“No, no Vivian, that’s not it, we’re fine, we’re not having problems, we’re just-“ Oh fudge, he was just digging himself into a deeper hole with everything he said, wasn’t he?

“I should certainly hope we aren’t.” Ethan’s voice cut through the air and a long black coat was draped over Patton’s shoulders as he came to stand behind him. “You forgot to take your coat with you, love.”

Love? Oh, well, they were pretending to date, he supposed. It was a fairly standard cute pet name. There was no reason for his heart to jump when he heard it.

“This…isn’t my coat.” He did still put it on, but still. Definitely not his coat.

“Oh, I know, but you look so lovely in mine, dearest.”

Fake boyfriend, fake relationship, they were pretending to date, his sister was right there, that was the only reason…

“Ethan, hi! Patton and I were just talking about you!”

“So I gathered.”

“Or, I should say, we were talking about me and my fiancé – Andre, you met him in there – and how we’re getting married in the coming spring!”

Vivian was getting really quite good at showing off her engagement ring. Ethan, had apparently always been really good at getting on people’s good sides.

“Oh, congratulations, may I say, your ring is stunning. Your fiancé has excellent taste.”

“Aww, thank you! You’re so sweet. I was just telling Patton how lovely it would be if you could make it to the wedding, I don’t have a card on me, for obvious reasons, but Patton has one, you’ll find the details on there…”

“Vi, is this totally necessary-“ How on Earth was he supposed to explain this in a few months’ time, when Ethan didn’t show up?

“That sounds absolutely wonderful, I adore weddings, it’s so sweet of you to invite me.”

Patton knew for a fact that Ethan did not enjoy weddings in the slightest.

“Aw, of course! Listen, as far as I’m concerned, my baby brother likes you and you have incredible taste in facial piercings; we may as well be best friends already.”

“Thank you so much, yeah, you know, I wasn’t so sure about getting it at first, but-“

“Guys, can we go inside? Please?” He couldn’t fault Ethan’s coat for its warmth, but if he had to listen to this conversation, he’d rather be playing with Abby than freezing out here. At this point, she was the one person in the family who wouldn’t be praising Ethan to the skies right now, even if it was only because she was two and couldn’t really talk that much.

…

Patton had thought that his biggest problems during this visit would be convincing his family that their relationship was real and making sure Ethan didn’t do anything to mess him up. One day in, he’d come to realise that Ethan was way better at this than he could imagine anyone else being – maybe even better than Roman, and he was actually an actor.

Now his biggest problem was worrying about how sad everyone was going to be when he finally broke the news of the break up to them.

Patton was alone with his Mum and Dad – Vi and Andre were tired from the ordeal of taking a two year old through an airport twice, and Ethan had chosen to head upstairs too, after pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek (which had gotten Mum to coo) and muttering something about wanting to get some studying done (which had earned an approving nod from Dad), so Patton was left to help clean up after dinner.

…And his parents were still talking about his supposed ‘boyfriend’.

“Well now, I won’t deny that I was a little put off when I first saw him, he definitely wasn’t what I expected, but you know, once we got talking, I found him to be a fairly stand up fella.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that first bit hon, I thought he looked quite charming! Sure, it wasn’t exactly what I’d call conventional, but he’s a very handsome young man, and it was a very distinctive look. And I do love his manners so, he isn’t rude at all…”

…Suddenly, Patton was quite sleepy as well.

He went upstairs and found Ethan sitting up in his bed, surrounded by several pages of notes in a neat, slanting hand. He’d changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants, and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He looked so different like this. Patton decided to add the way some strands of Ethan’s hair framed his face to the list of things he was definitely not thinking about this week.

Ethan didn’t look up as from his notes as he walked in.

“Um…hi?”

“Hm…oh, hey.”

“You’re actually studying.”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“Well, no, but…I’m not making you miss anything right? Do you have any exams coming up that you need to be focusing on?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I wouldn’t have agreed to come out here if I thought it would interfere with my abilities to pass my classes.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

“Mm.”

“…You’re really very good.”

“Come, now Patton, it’s not nice to lie.”

“I mean, you’re really good, at what you were doing earlier. Everyone loves you.”

“I’m able to read people well enough to then deduce what they expect of me, and behave accordingly when I need to. Not exactly a skill. Most people do it every day.”

“…Okay. Um, do you mind if I just move your notes to the side a bit, so I can sleep on this side? I’m sorry about this whole situation though.” Patton gestured awkwardly to the bed. “I guess it should have occurred to me that we’d have to – but it didn’t, I’m sorry, I hope it’s not too weird.”

“Well, it’s not weird for me at all, but if you’re uncomfortable, those toys in the corner would make an excellent barrier for preserving your modesty.”

“Oh stop.” Patton giggled a little despite himself. “Goodnight. You’ll sleep soon?”

“When I’m tired.”

Patton drifted off quite quickly, Ethan’s solemn, focused face in the corner of his eyes as they closed. Ethan wore different faces around different people. He could be sweet and charming, polite and professional, open and friendly, at the drop of a hat. Still… right before Patton fell asleep, he couldn’t help but think that he preferred his Ethan, sharp and witty and infuriatingly snarky, but at least Patton knew he was real, he wasn’t trying to charm him, or – wait, had he said ‘his’ Ethan? No, nope, Ethan wasn’t his, he meant the Ethan that he got to see, not – this was fake, – Ethan didn’t even like him, and the feeling was mutual.

…Sugar cookies. He’d been arguing with Ethan literally this morning. Then he’d kissed him once and seen him be sweet with his mum and his thoughts were starting to go all funny. He really had been single for way too long. Maybe he should look into getting a boyfriend for real when he got back.

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Floral On The Rocks (Punk and Pastel AU) ((Moocat))

"Hey babe, you ready to go?" Tyler called from the kitchen.

"Just a minute!" Brock yelled back.

He had been spending the last 30 minutes getting ready for the art galla's new showcase premire. He knew he had to dress well for the red carpet and he didn't want to embarrass his boyfriend at the showing. Luckily for him, Brock didn't have to completely mute his personal style for the event since it was at the centerpiece of creativity and most of the other attendees would be dressed less "professional" compared to most red carpets.

Brock quickly hairsprayed his gelled down mohawk before touching up on his smugey eyeliner. He looked himself over in the mirror before flipping off the light and heading to their bedroom to grab his suit jacket.

Brock absolutely loved this jacket. He originally had it customized to coordinate with the color of Tyler's suit and surprise him. But that plan had failed when the spikes that embellished the shoulders had stabbed through the plastic garterbag, exposing the suit to Tyler. In which Tyler surprised Brock by getting them matching studded bowties, Brock's being plain black with gold studs along the loop edges and Tyler's having the studs in the center of the flowers printed on his tie.

"Hey Ty?" Brock asked, buttoning up his jacket as he ascended down the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen my bowtie? I can't seem to find it anywhere." Brock walked into the kitchen.

"Its right here, because I knew you'd misplace it." Tyler chuckled.

"Oh screw off! I'm not that bad!" Brock laughed as he snatched the tie out of Tyler's hand.

"You literally lost your shoelaces yesterday."

"That's because I cleaned the house last weekend!"

"Whatever you say." Tyler rolled his eyes amusedly. "Come on, the car's waiting on us."

"Wait, your tie's crooked." Brock said as he pushed open Tyler's baby blue jacket to get to his bowtie.

"Are you sure about that? Or did you just want an accuse to get all close to steal a kiss?"

"Maybe." Brock grinned before pecking Tyler's lips.

~

"Babe, calm down. Its gonna go great." Brock said, slipping his hand into Tyler's.

"Its gonna be a shitshow. Literally."

"Hey now, don't say that! You've been so excited to see this open to the public for weeks!"

"I know that! But- oh fuck, we're here."

"Knock em dead." Brock kissed his cheek before the car down opened up, revealing the red carpet leading into the gallery.

Tyler was on cloud nine. As soon as they stepped out, he immediately forgot about his shaking hands. He was so excited to see the pieces inside that he felt like he just floated through each interview. Before he knew it, him and Brock were inside the building. He glanced over to see Brock just beaming at him. They locked hands as they went to mingle with the creaters all around them as they waited for the art reveal.

~

"And now, the highly anticipated collection, intitled 'Floral On The Rocks', Ladies and gents, I am honored to introduce Tyler Wine's work to our gallery."

And with that, the whole room burst into applause as the lights faded down. Brock couldn't help but to watch all of Tyler's anxieties lifted from his face as his paintings came into sight.

One by one, spotlights highlighted the canvases he had spent months on. Each one so different but yet so alike. Tyler had a way with his art, with things that shouldn't appear so soothing. Despite how hard everything was, it still managed to also be soft. Portraits of the harsh, he translated with fragile detail.

Brock couldn't express how proud he was of Tyler and all of the hard work he had put into this collection. Just seeing his dedication, his accomplishments, his doubts, his success, Brock adored it all.

Brock could always tell when Tyler has had a progressive day in his art studio because that was when he was the most relaxed, when he let all his energy flow into his work and turned his frustrations into gentleness.

Brock had the happiest smile on his face as Tyler stepped up to the mic to start his explanatory speach.

~

"And lastly, I'd like to thank my amazing boyfriend, Brock, for not only being part of my inspiration for this collection, but for always being everything I need and always being there for me. I wouldn't have been able to achieve this without you by my side."

There was a collective "aww" from the crowd, making Brock chuckle as he watched Tyler wait for everyone to quiet back down.

"With that being said," Tyler side stepped away from the hanging mic to face directly in front of Brock. "Brock?"

Tyler reached into his pocket as he dropped to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"T-Tyler I-" Brock gasped. "Yes! Yes, of course!!"

Brock pulled Tyler off his knee and into an embrace.

"Holy crap, Tyler," Brock whispered. "This was suppose to be your night."

"But now its our night. Like every night to come."

~fin~

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GAGEGN ch18

[index/summary]

REPORT: Regarding G.Freeman's relationships to B.Coomer and H.Coomer

[CW: there's something introduced here that could look a Lot like alzheimer's or dementia regarding memory issues (it's not caused by that or any other sort of degenerative disorder though! the actual cause will get addressed later.)]

The rest of the week without Joshua went by fairly smoothly, Gordon thought. He spent a little more time hanging out at Tommy and Darnold’s house as he finalized some things with the best looking preschool, finished unpacking everything in his house, and worked very hard to fix his sleep schedule. Finally, when the day came to take Joshua home, Gordon felt steadier than he had been when Darnold and Tommy first started babysitting. He had finally bitten the bullet and accepted help from his friends, he had plans for the near future in place, and he was determined to be the best that he could.

Darnold and Tommy stood at the doorway as Gordon helped Joshua tie his little shoes, intent to take him out to the park after dropping his things off at the house. He was glad to be getting him back, he thought; once he’d started feeling a little more stable, he’d really begun to miss him. Once he was done tying his shoes, he stood back up, brushing his hair out of his face and turning to Tommy and Darnold.

“Thank you so much, guys.” Gordon said, reaching out to the two of them to pull them both into a hug. Tommy hugged Gordon back comfortably while Darnold stiffly patted Gordon’s back. “You two are really good friends. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to repay you, seriously.”

“Of course, Gordon. Watching Joshua is literally never any trouble.” Darnold replied, pulling away from Gordon.

“Yeah, it was fun hanging out with Joshua.” Tommy added, squeezing Gordon one last time before pulling away as well. “If you need a little bit more time, you can always let us know.”

“I’ll keep you guys at the top of my list if I ever need a babysitter.” Gordon laughed. “Thanks again. Seriously, I love you guys.”

“I love you too, Mr.—I mean, Gordon.” Tommy said with a smile.

“Uhh—yeah.” Darnold said awkwardly.

Gordon headed back to his house with Joshua, dropping his things off inside and taking him back out to strap him into his car seat. Joshua told Gordon all about everything he’d been up to with Darnold and Tommy; Joshua really seemed to like them a lot. Gordon smiled. He really was lucky to have such caring friends, he thought.

At the park, Gordon sat down on a bench nearby, watching Joshua run around with other kids. Dr. Coomer was probably right—socialization with other kids his own age was surely going to do him a lot of good. He seemed to be having fun with other kids on his level. As Joshua was playing some weird game Gordon couldn’t quite understand the rules of, he noticed someone sitting down on the bench beside him. Gordon glanced over, jumping in surprise as he found Bubby settling in on the bench. He was dressed differently than he’d normally come to expect out of him—rather than just a plain t-shirt and comfortable looking travel pants, he had on a long black sundress, tall boots, and the leather jacket he sometimes wore. Gordon glanced around, expecting to find Dr. Coomer nearby, but it only seemed to be Bubby.

“Hi, Gordon.” Bubby greeted quietly.

“...Hey, Bubby.” Gordon greeted tentatively. “...I, uhh, like your outfit.”

Bubby pulled his leather jacket shut over his chest. “Thanks. I’m just...trying it out.”

“It looks good. It’s very...you, for sure.”

“...Thanks.” Bubby muttered, shifting awkwardly in his seat and looking away. “Harold said the same thing.”

“Is he here?” Gordon asked, looking around the park again.

“No.” Bubby replied. “My...therapist...said I should try going on walks on my own. So here I am.”

“...Oh.” Gordon said. Maybe it was just the way Dr. Coomer had been the one to really talk up therapy, combined with how closed off Bubby tended to be, but that took him by surprise.

The two fell into an awkward silence. Gordon wanted to say something along the lines of “good for you, man, I’m proud of you,” something friendly—but Bubby had reacted poorly the last time he tried to be friendly, so he took a minute to think of something else to say.

“Umm...so...” Gordon tapped his fingers against his prosthetic hand. “I—I’m sorry if I was...being pushy. I didn’t want to like, force you into a friendship if you don’t like me or anything. I—”

“I never said I didn’t like you.” Bubby interrupted impatiently. His shoulders slumped down a little bit after a brief pause as he forced out a deep breath, pushing his glasses up on his face. “...I’m sorry, Gordon. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to apologize.”

Gordon frowned, staring down at his lap silently.

“I...I was a dick.” Bubby went on. “I guess I don’t really have an excuse for it, I was just being an asshole. I don’t actually...I don’t think that of you. It wasn’t your responsibility to get an apology out of me.”

“Then why did you say all that? It really hurt, man.”

Bubby sighed, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “I started thinking about the game, and...your arm, and all that. I’ve had some time to think about it, and, uhhh...well, I guess I was more mad at myself than I was at you. And I couldn’t imagine why you still wanted me to be your friend. So I took it out on you rather than just owning up and apologizing. Tried...making you into the bad guy, to...make myself feel better.” Bubby paused again, turning to look Gordon in the eye. “So...I’m sorry, Gordon. About what I did in the game, and also for everything I told you the other day. You didn’t deserve that. Especially when I know you’ve been struggling enough as it is.”

Gordon took a moment to take all this in. After he had the time to process it, he gave Bubby a tentative smile. “Thanks, Bubby. That means a lot. Just don’t do it again, please, it really sucked.”

“I won’t.” Bubby reassured him, looking back down at his lap. “I...I do actually consider you a friend. If you’re still okay with that.”

“Aww. I consider you a friend, too.” Gordon said, wrapping his arm around Bubby’s shoulders and pulling him in for a hug.

Bubby tensed, so Gordon started to pull away, but Bubby stopped him, stiffly hugging him back. “Thanks for...being so understanding. I’m not really sure I deserve it.”

Gordon shrugged. “I’m really just relieved to hear you don’t actually think that about me. What you did fucking sucked a lot, but I mean, you reflected on it and owned up to it. So as long as you learn from it and don’t do it again, I’m willing to leave it in the past.” He said, pausing for a moment and thinking his next words over. “Plus, I...don’t really know much about your life before the resonance cascade, but it sounds like adjusting to life like this must be pretty hard. So, y’know, I’m willing to bear with you while you figure shit out. You’ve done the same for me.”

Bubby deflated a little bit in Gordon’s arms. “...Thanks. You’re a good friend, Gordon.”

“Yeah, man, of course.” Gordon replied, releasing Bubby.

Bubby slumped against the bench, looking significantly more relaxed, now. “So...is there a way I can make it up to you? Harold and I could probably have a look at that prosthetic, make it a little easier to work with.”

Gordon looked down at his prosthetic in surprise. “Huh? No, that’s fine. I’m already getting used to it.”

“You sure? I saw you’re doing everything with your other hand, now.”

Gordon shrugged. “Yeah? That’s fine. I don’t really want anything fancy. Adjusting to it has been hard, I guess, but like...I don’t know. I’m not all that convinced that making my arm any different will...really help my attitude towards it, if that makes sense.”

Bubby tilted his head. “...Uhh...I’m not sure I get it.”

Gordon paused, taking a moment to try and find a way to articulate his feelings before shrugging again. “...I dunno. It’s hard to explain. Something about, like, this is a permanent disability. I don’t need to find some way to feel like it’s fixed, I just need to adjust, I guess? I’m sure I’ll think of some better way to put it later, I guess, but...y’know. Maybe someday I’ll change my mind and go wild with it, who knows? But for now, I’m both good with my arm as it is now, and...I feel...a little weird about you saying you should fix it to make it up to me. If I’m being honest.”

Bubby shrank down a little on the bench. “Oh. S-sorry.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re just trying to help.” Gordon said, looking back up at Bubby. “I guess, like, as far as things go, I’d rather just move on. Don’t worry about making it up to me or anything. There’s not really going to be one, like, singular action that absolves you of it except for you just trying to do better. Alright?”

Bubby nodded. “...Okay.”

The two of them sat there in silence for a bit, Gordon letting out a deep, relieved sigh. It was nice out today; not too hot, comparatively, with a gentle, cooling breeze. As such, there were a lot of people at the park—not that Gordon necessarily minded crowds that much, but it seemed to be setting Bubby on edge. He sat firmly in his place, though, still fiddling with the zippers on his jacket.

“...How have you been doing, since we last talked?” He asked tentatively.

Gordon let out a small sigh, looking back out towards Joshua. “Uhhh, good. All things considered. I’m...doing my best, y’know? I guess that’s all I can really say.”

Bubby nodded. “Yeah. I’m, uhh...glad to hear you’re doing okay. I’ve been worried.”

Gordon smiled a little, looking down into his lap. Some part of him still screamed about not wanting to burden his friends, but on the other hand, it was nice to hear Bubby cared. “Thanks, Bubby. How have you been doing?”

Bubby looked surprised, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m...doing...fine.”

Gordon snickered. “Dude, you can tell me if you’re not doing well. We’re friends! I wanna hear how you’re really doing.”

“Mmm...fine.” Bubby huffed. “It’s been kind of hard adjusting, like you said. I’m not used to living like this. When I imagined it, I imagined always being with Harold, too, but my therapist, uhh...he said I should try to get myself not to rely on him so much.”

Gordon hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah. That makes sense. You seem like you’re doing pretty good, though. Is this, like, your first time being out without him?”

Bubby shook his head. “No. I’ve been out on my own a couple times before this.”

“How do you feel about it?”

Bubby shrugged. “It’s...nice, I think. I love Harold, but...I think I like being able to just exist on my own out here.”

“That’s really great, Bubby.” Gordon said with a smile. “I’m really glad to hear you’re adjusting.”

Bubby paused, his characteristic annoyed expression breaking. He even smiled at Gordon, just a little bit. “...Thanks, Gordon.”

“Bubby!” Joshua shouted from the playground. Gordon looked up, watching with a grin as Joshua sprinted to the bench and climbed his way up to Bubby’s lap.

“Oh—hi, Joshua.” Bubby greeted awkwardly.

“Come play with us!” Joshua insisted, grabbing onto Bubby’s jacket and indicating back to his new friends.

“N-no thanks.” Bubby mumbled.

“Please?”

Gordon snorted, taking Joshua from Bubby’s lap. “C’mon, Josh, he said ‘no thanks’.”

Joshua pouted dramatically, turning away from Gordon and Bubby.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Gordon asked, wrapping his arms around Joshua and peering over his shoulder to look at him. “Do you wanna go get lunch?”

Joshua hummed in disapproval, still intent on being angry.

“Do you want pancakes?” Gordon asked enticingly. “We can go to that breakfast place, if you want.”

Joshua’s angry facade broke, and he turned to Gordon with a smile. “Yeah!”

“You wanna come with, Bubby?” Gordon asked, turning to Bubby as he helped Joshua off the bench.

Bubby stood slowly, brushing his dress out uncomfortably. “Uhh...I think I’m just going to go home. Thanks, though, Gordon.”

“Well, if that’s the case, you walked here, right? You want me to drive you home?”

Bubby paused, looking up at the pristine, clear sky and taking a deep breath before turning his attention back to Gordon. “...No. I’ll just walk home.”

“Alright. Well, I’ll see you around then, Bubby.” Gordon said as they both stood, taking Joshua’s hand in his own.

“Bye, Gordon. I...uhh—you—...” Bubby paused, stiffly putting a hand on Gordon’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself.”

Gordon snickered, pulling Bubby into another hug. “You too, dude. I love you.”

“...You too.”

“Say bye to Bubby, Josh.” Gordon said as he pulled away, nudging Joshua towards Bubby.

“Bye, Bubby.” Joshua repeated.

“Bye, Joshua.”

Gordon turned away with Joshua, letting Bubby get back to his walk. Gordon strapped Joshua back into his car seat, then headed around to the driver’s seat, patting his pockets on the way. He froze when he realized he didn’t have his wallet.

“Ahh, shit.” He muttered to himself. As he climbed into the driver’s seat, he peered back at Josh in the rearview mirror. “Hey, bud, we gotta go home really quick first, Daddy forgot his wallet.”

Joshua pouted again, crossing his arms. Gordon resisted a laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll only be a few minutes.” He said, starting up the car and heading back towards home.

As Gordon pulled into the neighborhood, he glanced at the houses of his friends. Just across the street from his own, he saw Dr. Coomer, sitting on a chair on his porch. Gordon parked his car hastily, keeping the keys in the ignition.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I’m just gonna grab my wallet and ask Dr. Coomer if he wants to come.” Gordon announced as he hopped out of his car. First, he grabbed his wallet like promised, then half-jogged across the street to Dr. Coomer’s house.

Dr. Coomer was staring off into space as Gordon approached—apparently, not even noticing Gordon. Gordon climbed up the couple of steps, looking at Dr. Coomer curiously.

“Howdy, Dr. Coomer.” Gordon greeted.

Finally, Dr. Coomer seemed to snap out of his trance, looking at Gordon in surprise. “Oh! Hello, Gordon!”

“...You doing alright?”

Dr. Coomer made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Oh, I’m just fine, Gordon. I just got caught up thinking about something. What brings you here?”

“I was just about to take Josh out for pancakes.” Gordon replied, stuffing a hand into his pocket. “You wanna come with us?”

“That sounds wonderful! Thank you for the offer, but I think I’ll stay home.” Dr. Coomer said politely.

“...Alright.” Gordon nodded slowly. “Uhh—by the way, I talked things over with Bubby, finally.”

Dr. Coomer got a strange look on his face. He still smiled, but he averted his eyes and furrowed his brow. “Oh, that’s—...how did that go?”

“It went really good, actually.” Gordon said, sitting down on the edge of the other porch chair. “He seems like...he really cares, in his own way. So I forgive him, as long as he doesn’t pull that shit again.”

Dr. Coomer nodded, then paused, looking up at the sky. “That’s very good to hear, Gordon.”

Gordon tilted his head at Dr. Coomer. “Are you sure you’re alright, man? You’re acting kinda weird.”

“I’m perfectly fine! Don’t worry about me.” Dr. Coomer insisted.

Gordon paused for a long minute. How much would it be alright for him to push it? He wondered. Well, if the others hadn’t pushed it with him, he might still be in the same state he was in last week. Gordon nudged the chair a little closer to Dr. Coomer.

“Hey, if you’re like, not doing well, you can totally talk to me.” Gordon said, placing a hand on Dr. Coomer’s forearm. “You’re one of my best friends. Of course I’m gonna worry about you—that’s not a bad thing. I want to help you if you need it.”

Dr. Coomer bit his lip, looking away silently.

“...If you really want me to go, though, I can. And you can just...call me later, if you need.” Gordon suggested gently.

“I...” Dr. Coomer started, then stopped for a long moment. “I��m not...sure I have the words to articulate what I’m struggling with at the moment. Maybe later.”

“...You sure? I mean, you don’t have to go into details or anything. Even if you just need me to go pick something up for you or something like that, I can do that.”

“Umm...” Dr. Coomer twirled his hair over his finger, biting his lip as he thought something over. “Could you...tell me something, Gordon? Without judgment?”

“Of course, man.”

Dr. Coomer took a long moment to gather himself before asking his question, drumming his fingers on his knee as he thought. “...How long have we been...here?”

Gordon took his turn with a long pause, glancing out at the neighborhood street in front of them. “Uhh—what do you mean, ‘here’? You mean, like, outside the game?”

Dr. Coomer nodded.

“I think, like...maybe two or three months, now?” Gordon replied tentatively. “Kinda hard to remember, without like, structure in my life. Y’know? But yeah, couple of months.”

Dr. Coomer nodded again, looking down into his lap.

“...Why do you ask?”

Dr. Coomer forced a smile at Gordon. “Oh, it’s—it’s nothing you need to worry about, Gordon. I was just...having a bit of trouble remembering, is all.”

Gordon furrowed his brow, squeezing his forearm a little bit. “Is this, like...new for you? Are you having memory problems?”

Dr. Coomer shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, I—it’s—...it’s not necessarily my memory, it’s...” Dr. Coomer stopped, letting out a deep sigh. “It’s...difficult to talk about. Particularly because I don’t fully understand what it is. So...I’ll talk to you later about it, when I understand it a little better. Okay?”

“...Alright.” Gordon muttered. “Well, I mean, whenever you wanna talk about it, or if you ever need me to like, fill things in for you, I’m here.”

“Okay, Gordon. Thank you.”

Gordon stood, leaning down for an awkward hug with Dr. Coomer. “I’d better get going, Josh is waiting on me. But give me a call if you need me.”

“Alright. I will.” Dr. Coomer replied, hugging Gordon back much gentler than he normally did.

Gordon pulled away, giving him one last goodbye before half-jogging across the street and climbing back into his car with a sigh. Joshua, as predicted, was growing incredibly impatient, squirming in his car seat and demanding they go.

“Sorry that took so long, Josh. Daddy had to talk to Coomer about something.” Gordon told him as he pulled out of the driveway. “We’ll be there soon, okay?”

Joshua, properly placated, went quiet in the back, watching the neighborhood go by as Gordon drove and chewed on his lip thoughtfully. He’d never seen Dr. Coomer act like that before; he was starting to wonder if it had been wise for him to leave. Once he was stopped at a traffic light, he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing Tommy’s number. He set it to speaker and set the phone carefully in his lap.

“Hello?” Tommy greeted.

“Hey, Tommy.” Gordon replied. “Uhh—listen, sorry to drop this on you so suddenly if you and Darnold are busy. But do you think maybe you could keep an eye on Dr. Coomer for a bit? Bubby’s out on a walk, and I promised Josh I’d get him pancakes, but he seems...he doesn’t seem like he’s doing too good right now. I’m worried about him being left alone.”

“Oh, okay, sure.” Tommy said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be fine, but...y’know.” Gordon shrugged as traffic began flowing again. “Bubby’ll be back within the hour, I bet. And he’s just kinda sitting there out on his porch, but...I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling about it, I guess.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll head over and sit with him.” Tommy said, and Gordon could hear shuffling on the other end. “I’ll talk—uhh, talk to you later, Gordon.”

“Yeah, see ya. Thanks, Tommy.”

“Of course. Bye.”

Gordon flipped his phone shut with a quiet sigh. For all the times Dr. Coomer asked for Gordon’s help in the game, Gordon noted he sure seemed to struggle seeking help outside the game. Strange, how different they ended up being outside the game sometimes—maybe he should have been keeping a closer eye on him? He wondered.

Well, Gordon wasn’t the only one who could help, he reminded himself. Surely, Bubby had an idea of what Dr. Coomer was currently struggling with; maybe Gordon had just caught him at a particularly bad time. And Tommy and Darnold were always there, too. They all had a pretty good support network with each other.

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t h r e e

this post, entirely about gabbie hanna. which is very fitting considering i associate the number three with her.

where to start? i suppose at the beginning. that being september 2016.

i don't remember exactly when but sometime before drop the mic tour i fell in love with her videos, and i mean i fell fuckin hard lol. i just connected to her on a way i didn't really understand as a just-turned-sixteen-year-old girl. anyway, the first video i remember being posted after i started stanning was ‘how social media ruins relationships’ a dance video, that gabbie rarely posts but has stuck with me as my first proper memory of her. and the beginning of something mad.

if anyone reading this doesn't know gabbie (hi, were have u been?) she's a youtuber. she's the gal in my icon <3 not only is she a youtuber she's also. musician (currently with six (technically 7) songs out and an album called ‘this time next year’ on the way), author (of adultolescence which reached number 3 (three, see?) on the New York times bestseller list, with book two on the way also), illustrator (of said ny times bestselling book and various other designs), tv host (for a while on the revamped TRL) and so much more but of course i'm biased and could go o forever so i'll leave it there.

after deciding to subscribe and do the general social media stalk of and internet personality of someone i’ve just found i was obsessed and over two years later, still am <3

i changed my twitter @ to a gabbie fan account, made friends (with some of the most amazing people) and just felt so at home. sounds crazy but it was like something clicked and not only did i fall in love with gabbie, i also fell in love with her community.

january 2017; something past 2am, i'm awake for some apparent reason and gabbie goes live on live.ly (i know, long ago) of course i join and this is where I got my first gabbie notice (which i know isn't everything but it was something so heartwarming knowing that after a couple months she saw me) she did this emoji game where she’d act out an emoji and the first person to correctly guess and send it in the chat would be ‘best friended’. in this stream she also announced that she’d be coming to london for summer in the city.

summer in the city is a video convention in the uk (obv) in august, this was suuucchhh a big deal as i was already planning to go and the fact that she’d be there was the BEST feeling ever. in the time between she announced and it finally came around i got my follow from her on twitter (which also has a cute story behind it - i made a deal with my step dad, if I got an A in any of my january exams (which i was getting the results for on March 3rd) he would buy me my ticket to sitc. so of course i was v nervous, went to bed - or at least tried to - the night before and work up on the third to gabbie’s follow, which probably doesn't sound like a big deal so literally everyone else ever but it just felt like a lil ‘good luck, u got this’ from her which meant frickin everything. so i got an A, therefore got my ticket and was so ready for august.

august 2017; the fourth of august, my mam, joel and i set off to london on the mega bus. me excited as anything as i was on my way to london after not having gone for about 6 years, getting ready to see three of my best pals (who i was meeting for the first time the next day because of gabbie) and also preparing myself to see gab irl for the first time ever. right as i saw about to try and sleep i got a message from a twitter mutual of a video of gabbie saying hi to me after they’d met her at their hotel lobby, i lost my mind and couldn't sleep after, naturally. the fifth of august, i got up in a shitty ibis budget hotel room in barking early af to get ready and make sure i looked presentable to go to the excel (which was an hour away on the tube, nightmare), went to breakfast and was too nervous to eat lmao (not like me AT ALL) and then we were off. i met chaz first, then eli then toni who where the best company that weekend and i'm so grateful for them. we waited two hours at main stage for the comedy panel to be able to get front row to see gabbie at her first sitc 2017 panel which was crazy emotional. i screamed, laughed, cried (yes, cried) and lost my fucking mind at gabbie literally jumping off the fucking stage and run over to chaz (who i was standing next to) and hugged her and then toni. frickin insane dude. we had such a good day and were all buzzing to se meeting gabbie the next day. the sixth of august, maybe my favourite day of my entire life <3 we ended up leaving the hotel late which wasn't fun considering gabbie had a panel at 12 and of course we wanted to get front row. chaz managed to get there first and toni and i joined her, the doors opened and we (along with the 15 others who also wanted front row ran to the queue, literally RAN and i do not run usually, sis made an exception for my fave <3 anyway we got front row and eli (who was late) sat behind us and we watched gab so sooo well. she kept looking over at us and making cute faces, looking right fuckin at us whilst mentioning her community and projects etc. and she done so fuckin well when hazel hayes (a knob) literally came for her for absolutely no reason, which tuned into a joke lol. next, another main stage panel which we got to second row for since we were late as the schedule didn't have that panel on it LOL (ty for that sitc) next, my fave part, getting legend herself<333 toni and eli went earlier than chaz and i because they had to leave early. chaz and i tried to wait until last but some bitchy af girls were doing the same and we heard that she might have to leave early so joined the queue. meeting her; my favourite moment ever. has went first and i stood recording until gabbie says to chaz “ya who’s the rest of the squad” making me lose me mind internally LOL, i knew she knew about us since chaz had dm’ed her saying and gab had said that she was looking out for us in the crowd of panels AWW. chaz said about how eli and toni had come earlier and then said “so its just me and holly left” and at that moment gabbie looked at me, right into my fucking soul and said “hi holly!” and opened her arms to me <333 OUCH IM SOFT. she was and still is the best. we had a cute AF lil convo where she told the security (because they were looking at us stupid bc of how excited we all were and also bc she spent so much longer with us than anyone else lmao) that chaz an i “are twitter icons” which i died at ouchie. she then complemented my hair (which i’d dyed purple and blue to match hers - cringe, yes - to then find out she dyed hers blonde a week before london LMAO of course. i told her how i also got my nose pierced bc of her and she told me “you gotta do all these now” showing me her ears that had SIX new piercings that she’d got for a vid that wasn't out at the time, saying “next time i see you, next year, you better have five” which of course i did literally five days after meeting her lol, love that for me, even though i didn't see her the next year (ouch)

skipping a lot but gabbie truly means so so much to me, and this for sure won't be the last time i do a post about her. she truly deserves the world <3

- h

[halloweeniegal]

Love At First Sight (Hoseok x AmericanWaitress!Reader)

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(Very slight suggestive stuff mentioned. This could’ve went many ways and I don’t know why but I had an idea that the American reader works at a Korean restaurant they go to and that’s where they met, so I made it like that okok. Enjoy!)

Fans of BTS were crowded around your restaurant late at night, hearing earlier in the day about the special arrival, the news going viral only after a couple hours. You were very timid about the whole situation, but you hid the feelings carefully as you entered the small building.

Coats were slung up in rows along the rack as coworkers bustled around the restaurant, hurriedly preparing for a decently busy day. According to your boss, a big band was supposed to be arriving at the small joint in search of food, at any moment. You followed your fellow workers movements, slinging your coat up on the rack before moving behind the counter, tying a apron to your waist, placing your note pad, pencils, and straws into the front pockets as you helped move chairs off of the tables and onto the ground.

Hoseok was wore out as he leaned back in the comfortable seat of the car, wiping at his forehead softly, ridding himself of the sweat that drenched his body. They had just performed for the last six hours and all of them were deathly tired, and hungry. They had chose the restaurant specifically because they took reservations for an empty restaurant and they all heard that it had good food and service.

Yoongi was snoring quietly as the car precariously pulled up to the bustling restaurant, the waiters and waitresses bustling around, trying to make the place look as glamorous as they could.

When the screams got ten times louder your head shot up, hair whipping through the air as you stared at the group of men approaching the shop with bodyguards placed at random around them, in attempts to protect them from the surrounding fans. You mentally prepared yourself before moving to stand in front of the door, being chosen by your coworkers to greet and serve them.

When all seven of them walked into the doors, you bowed slightly, smiling as brightly as your nerves would allow. The boys talked quietly among themselves after nodding at you and following you to their large table, sitting down and preparing for their dinner. You sauntered slowly around the table, taking everyone’s order, pausing as you met eyes with Jung Hoseok.

His eyes had been cautiously watching you since they entered the building. It was almost impossible for his sight to leave from you. He felt crazy because he was already imagining how your future would be together and you haven’t even said hello to him. His heart fluttered slightly as you approached him and he attempted to revert his gaze to one of the boys, desperate to escape this strange trance you seemed to have on him.

“I would like some Kimchi and some banana milk.” J-Hope’s voice wavered slightly as he tried to speak to you. He internally smacked himself at letting his nervousness show before smiling kindly at you. You smiled back timidly before hurrying behind the counter, repeating their order to the cook previous to filling up seven different cups with drinks. As you made your way back over to their table, Hoseok’s eyes were still discreetly following every move you made, attempting to not make it seem obvious.

He couldn’t help but choke on his own saliva as you bent over, awfully close to him, just to stretch so you could hand Jin his drink. Hoseok made no attempts to move away, shamelessly watching your bottom that was directly in front of his face, practically drooling. He, personally, had thought that your legs and ass looked delicious in your work attire. He could feel his face grow hot, beginning to become a little uncomfortable as you kept leaning over to hand out drinks. The other boys noticed his actions and giggled, some whispering in each others ears about it but not loud enough for him to hear.

When he asked what your name was you stopped in your tracks, looking down at him as you held the round tray under your arm.

“I’m (Y/N),” while you responded you finally took the time to look him over, taking in every single feature of his face. From his slightly chubby cheeks to his chocolate orbs to his fluffy pinkish hair. It was hard for you to deny the fact that he was attractive, causing you to gulp softly. “What’s yours?” You were attempting to be polite, trying to hide your embarrassment from him actually speaking to you.

“I’m your hope, J-Hope,” Hoseok did aegyo in attempts to win you over, definitely achieving his goal as a large grin broke out on your face with a loud squeal, causing you to cover your mouth. A crimson blush covered your cheeks as you and Hobie stared at each other momentarily before he jumped out of his seat, telling you to sit down as he moved to grab another chair so he could slide between you and his maknae.

“So where are you from originally?” J-Hope asked, placing his chin on the palms of his hands as he stared at you, the adoration obvious in his eyes to anyone but you. He ignored the strange looks he was getting from his band mates as he patiently waited for your response. Your nervous hands rubbed at your half clothed legs.

“Well, I was born and raised in (H/T), (H/S).” A small smirk tugged at your lips as you saw all the death glares your co workers were sending you as you conversed lightly with the Kpop idol.

“Why did you decide to learn Korean and move here?” He asked, completely curious about every single thing to do with you. He looked completely infatuated with you, and it was easy for everyone to see. His heart shamelessly stuttered every time you spoke and every time he managed to look you straight in the eyes. You had no idea, but you already had him completely wound around your finger.

“I’ve always had a deep interest in Korea and their culture and I used to listen to a lot of Kpop. It was mostly the Kpop bands I used to be obsessed with that made me want to learn Korean, but I decided to move here because I kind of needed a new start, and thought this place would be perfect.” Hoseok nodded his head, smiling delightfully at you as you spoke, happy that you were willing to share this information.

“I see, I see. What kind of Kpop bands did you listen to?” He questioned, completely ignoring the boys that were attempting to get his attention.

“Hmm,” you pondered for a moment before deciding to respond, “I listen to bands like Super Junior, EXO, or NCT. My favorite NCT subunit is NCT-U.” You smiled happily at him before realizing the small pout that now covered Hoseok’s features.

“Aww, you don’t listen to us?” You suddenly panicked, feeling completely bad that you’ve never really listened to them, despite hearing about them all the time.

“Well, I was planning on trying your guys’ music out today. I’m so sorry, I’ve heard about you guys but I’ve never really took a listen,” you smiled apologetically at Hoseok, the giggle that now left his throat sounded like music to your ears.

“Don’t worry, I was just kidding. I’ll gladly show you some of our music though,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone and his pair of his headphones. He hurriedly plugged his headphones into his phone before handing you a earphone, smiling adoringly at you. He quickly chose the song ‘Mama’, very noticeably wanting to showcase his voice over everyone else's.

“Is this you?” You asked in a praising tone, very pleased with the voice that was flooding your ears. J-Hope smirked at you as he nodded, basking in your reaction.

A couple co workers walked out of the kitchen carrying trays of food into the main area of the restaurant, staring at you enviously as you listened attentively to the music in your ears. You winked at your close friend before turning to Hoseok once again.

“Your voice is beautiful. Oh my god!” You accidentally broke into English as you burst out with excitement. “Why have I never listened to you guys when you have such a beautiful voice on hand?” You asked rhetorically and enthusiastically as you nodded your head along softly to the music. A happy laugh sounded from Hoseok as he registered your words, the other members glared shortly at Hobie as he showed off, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Hey, while I have my phone out why don’t you give me your number?” Your heart skipped a beat at his words. He wanted to talk more… with you… a random waitress at a restaurant they suddenly decided they wanted to go to? Your face reddened slightly as you grabbed his phone after he opened his contact list and added your number to the seemingly endless list. You wouldn’t confront him but you noticed how after you returned his phone he clumsily put a heart eye emoji next to your name.

Hoseok basically ignored the food sitting in front of him while he pondered ways to keep the conversation rolling as he stared at you lovingly.

“Hey, I have a question (Y/N).” Jungkook called from the other side of the table, feeling quite childish at the moment. “Who do you think is the most attractive out of all of us?” You felt very confident as you answered.

“Definitely J-Hope. Not only because of his model-like face but because of his voice like oh my god.” You felt your fangirl come out as you slightly fawned over the attractive man that had paid you attention. His smirk was the most painfully obvious thing about him at the moment as Jimin pouts from next to Jungkook.

“But you haven’t even heard any of our voices, I know for a fact he played Mama and he’s the only one that sings in that!” Chim Chim complained, his lower lip jutting out in disappointment.

“I’ll be hearing a lot of you guys soon, but it’s not gonna change the fact that J-Hope is now officially my bias.” A small giggle left your lips as you stared back at Hobi, his own smile radiating like the sun in the dark restaurant.

“Who’s your bias wrecker?” Taehyung called, causing you to scan everyone’s face, carefully deciding who could possibly, not really in your mind, wreck J-Hope’s place as your bias.

“Him,” you said, pointing at the guy with pitch black hair who was half asleep at the end of the table. You had no idea why, but your growing friendship with all of BTS felt very natural, and you didn’t even know anyone’s names other than Hoseok’s.

“Why Min Yoongi though? He’s so much more attractive than me,” J-Hope cried, leaning back exasperatingly causing you to look at him once again.

“Shush, it’s not likely he’ll take your place,” you whispered, making that damned smirk appear once again on his face.

“It’s probably time we leave and get some sleep for tomorrow,” Jin yawned, pushing his plate away from him. The boys hurriedly got up and pushed in their chairs, already making their way out of the restaurant as Hobie turned to face you.

“I hope I see you again soon,” he pouted as you both stood up, his arms almost instantly wrapping around your waist. His lips gently pressed against your cheek before smiling and winking at you while he turned around to leave with the rest of his friends. You stood there, astounded at how quickly the time seemed to pass, already missing Hoseok’s presence next to you.

It was when your phone pinged that you panicked a little, hurriedly pulling it out of your back pocket. Your face turned crimson, an everlasting smile reaching your eyes as you read the small message.

‘We’re going on hiatus soon, and I would just love to take you on a date? X -Your Hope-’

‘I would love that… x’

[eddiesmunsonn]

Calm Before the Storm Chapter 13

Summary: Based around 812 when Ty and Amy go down to Montana for the clinic. A take on what could have been if they had not turned back and gone home.

Rated: T

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Ty was sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He had been ready for a good 20 minutes and he was waiting for Amy to finish getting ready. As he was scrolling through, he saw a picture of Georgie and Jade with a dog from the clinic, he laughed. He was glad that he didn't have to spend the afternoon at the clinic with the pair of them. Althouth he knew that he now owed Cassandra big time.

“Hey what are you smiling at? Got a text from your bit on the side or something?” Amy asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

Ty looked up from his phone, “Nope, she doesn’t have this phone number,” He teased, “Wow, you look amazing.” He said as he stood up and put his phone in his pocket.

“Thank you,” She replied, walking over to him, “You don’t look too bad yourself,” She said as she fixed his collar.

He gave her a kiss, “Thank you, what would I ever do without you?”

“Meh, I think you’d do fine without me,” She laughed, “You seem to have coped pretty well these past few months…” she started saying but instantly regretted it.

“Well, yeah I did alright, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t miss you like crazy,” He said lifting her chin with his finger, “I missed you every day we were apart, yeah I may not have acted like it… but it was true. I never once stopped loving you. I missed everything about you…”

“Really?” She asked.

“Well…” He smirked, “maybe not your bed hogging…”

Amy tapped him lightly on the arm, “Hey, I don’t hog the bed! You are the bed hogger!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Right come on, we best get going, the table won’t wait for us!” He laughed as he took her hand and walked to the door, “I really do love you, you know that?”

“I love you too.” She replied, shutting the door behind her.

As they walked down into the centre of town, they took in everything that was going on, “Wow, this town is pretty spectacular, we definitely need to come here again sometime!” Amy said.

“Yeah, I think we should do that. Spend a few days down here, because I am sure there are plenty of things that we have missed out on doing! But these past few days have been great, haven’t they?” He replied.

“Yeah, they really have. I’m so happy you managed to get time off to come down with me,” She laughed, “What has Cassandra got you doing when you go back to pay for the extra work shes doing?”

“Oh I said I would do all of her night shifts for the next couple of weeks, including Friday nights – I assume she has a couple of nights out planned!” Ty laughed.

“Probably, she seems a bit of a partier. So… these Friday nights at the clinic, will you be on your own?” She asked.

“Yeah, Scott will be on call but at home. So, I actually have the clinic to myself. I prefer it because I can get assignments done. It leaves me more free time to spend with you,” He replied, squeezing her hand a little.

“Now that does sound promising,” She laughed, “But you know, I could always come and keep you company at the clinic? Bring you some dinner? And stop you from going insane and talking to the cats and dogs like they’re humans…” She teased.

“You can talk! You talk to the horses like they’re your best friends! But yeah, I would love for you to come and keep me company sometimes. We can use the time wisely, and plan the wedding – without the interruption from Lou or Lisa!” He laughed.

“Now that, soon-to-be-Doctor Borden, is a great idea. I’m also pretty sure by the time you get home to the trailer, at say… 7am, I could come and keep you company for a few hours, before I start work…” She said, suggestively.

“Now that, does sound like a plan. I think it could work in our favour, spending some time together and technically not breaking any of Jack’s rules,” Ty replied.

“Oh seriously Ty, are you still worried about those rules!” She laughed.

“Wouldn’t you be? If your limbs had been threatened?” He asked.

“Well… yeah, but that was like eight nearly nine years ago… soooo…. It’s not really there anymore. Besides, these past few years we have been able to spend more and more time together, and you do have all four limbs still firmly attatched!” She laughed.

“Now that is true… I think Jack doesn’t really mind, but doesn’t want to exactly think about it? Like we can go away to clinics, and then up at pike river, I was in your room… Then obviously the nights when he was in France and our engagement… he knows, but he just would rather not. I am thoroughly happy that I have all of my limbs firmly attatched!” Ty laughed, “Right, I think the Italian is just around this corner… if it’s not then we are well and truly lost!”

“I thought you knew where you were going?” Amy asked.

“Yeah, I did but I kind of lost track of what was happening with all the talk!” He laughed, as they turned the corner.

Thankfully, there in front of them was the Italian.

“Phew!” Ty said, wiping his forehead, “That was lucky! I can’t begin to imagine what you would have done to me if I had got us lost on the way for food!”

“I’d have killed you, that’s what! Nothing can get between me and my food! Come on, let’s go in. I’m starving!” She replied.

They went into the restaurant and were seated in a quiet booth towards the back. Ty ordered a beer and Amy ordered a coke while they were reading the menu.

“Wow! There is so much to choose from!” Amy exclaimed.

“I know, I honestly don’t know what to have!” Ty laughed.

“I’m deciding between the lasagne and the Ariabata Pasta… I honestly don’t know what to get! They both look so good!” She said.

“Well, why don’t you get one of them, and I get the other and we can share? Then we can have a bit of both? You’d just want to taste whatever I got anyway, and I’d do the same… soo, what do you think?” He asked.

“Aww, you’re so thoughtful! Yes, shall we do that? Also, should we get a Mexicana garlic bread to share? But get it with our meal rather than as a starter?” She suggested.

“Yeah, I was going to suggest that!” He laughed, “Wow, we really are extremely compatible, aren’t we?” He said, reaching his hand across the table.

“Yeah, we really are,” Amy replied, reaching out and holding his hand.

The waiter came over to the table and placed their drinks on the table, “Are you ready to order?” He asked, getting his pad and pen out of his apron.

“Yeah, can we have a Mexicana garlic bread, a lasagne and a ariabata pasta, please?” Ty replied.

“Yeah, that’s fine, can I get you anything else? Do you want the garlic bread to come as the main or a starter?” The waiter asked.

“Yeah, could we have these all together? With two plates so we can share it? Also, can the garlic bread come with the mains?” Ty replied.

“Yes of course, I’m sorry but the wait is around 40 minutes for food, as we are one chef down. Do you want one of our starter platters while you are waiting?” He asked, as he wrote down their order.

Ty looked at Amy, and she nodded, “Yeah, okay then. Thank you,” He said. The waiter wrote down their order and went to the kitchen.

 Their meal was really nice, they were able to enjoy such georgous food and talk without having to worry about anything. It was nice for the pair of them to have a full night to themselves, without worrying about the guys at the ranch, or having Lou ring them asking them about wedding plans.

On the way back to the hotel, they decided to walk up and along the river, it would have taken them a while longer, but they didn’t mind as they were in each others company.

“Wow, it really is beautiful here, isn’t it?” Amy said, looking around.

“Yeah, its pretty awesome,” Ty replied, wrapping his arm around her, as he did so, he felt her shiver, “Hey, are you cold?”

Amy shook her head, “No, I’m fine. We are nearly back now, anyway. I’ll be okay.”

Ty shook his head, “No you won’t, here, have my jacket,” He said, taking his jacket off and holding it open for Amy to wear. She smiled as she put her arms through his motorcycle jacket and zipped it up.

“Okay, maybe I was cold. Wow, this is so warm!” She laughed, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, I’d do anything for you, even if I had to get hyperthermia!” He joked, “To be honest, I’m quite warm anyway, you know what I’m like, as soon as the temperature gets up I struggle wearing jackets.”

“Yeah, you do have your advantages… the fact you radiate so much heat keeps me nice and cosey in bed… although… your feet are always cold so I guess the rest of you makes up for it!” She laughed.

“Well, your warm feet help warm my cold feet, so I guess we are a great match, aren’t we,” He teased.

“Yeah, yeah… whatever you say,” Amy laughed, shaking her head.

“Okay, so. Seeing as it isn’t too late, why don’t we go back to the hotel and watch a film? I think the film channels have We are the Millers on in about fourty minutes, so what do you recon?” He suggested.

“You know how much I love that film! Let’s do it! Shall we go to the shop on our way up and get some sweets and drinks?” She asked.

“Yeah, we could get a bag of popcorn and some cans,” He replied, “Come on, we best hurry up!”

They walked to the shop and got some stuff and made their way back to the hotel. Ty was looking forward to seeing Amy’s face when she saw the flowers and chocolates he got for her. She had been his rock for the past few years and all he wanted to do was show her how much he appreciated her. They walked into the hotel and went up in the lift. As they walked down to their room, Ty handed Amy the key card to let them in. As she walked around the corner, she saw a beautiful bunch of flowers and a nice box of chocolates, waiting on the bed.

“What is all this?” She asked, walking over to the bed.

“Well… I just wanted to let you know how much I love you, and how I am so thankful that you are always here for me. You have been my rock for the past 8 years, and I want to thank you. For everything,” Ty replied, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and mumbled, “I love you, so much.”

Amy turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his waist, “I love you so much, too. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t thank you enough for all you have done for me. You, Ty Borden, are amazing,” She said, leaning in for a kiss, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He replied, resting his forehead on hers, “Okay, so what do you say to getting changed into something comfier and getting into bed, eating those chocolates and the popcorn and watch this film?”

“Hmm, I like that idea,” She said, giving him another kiss, “But…”

“But what?” He asked.

“But… this is one of our last nights together for a while… and I can think of much better things to do with our time…” She said, suggestively, releasing herself from his arms and picking up the flowers and chocolates, “I’m sure these will be much better… over here. I’m sure our snacks can wait a while…”

She took the chocolates and flowers and put them on the desk, next to the bed.

“Wow, you are full of good ideas,” Ty laughed as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I know, it’s why you proposed in the first place,” She teased as she walked back over to him. They both quickly got undressed and got into bed, they allowed themselves to thoroughly enjoy one of their last nights together.  

Later on, the two of them were wrapped up in the quilts, eating some popcorn and catching the end of We are the Millers.

“I really do love this film! It’s a shame we missed the beginning of it… and the middle!” Amy laughed.

“You’re not complaining are you?” Ty asked, teasingly.

She shook her head, “Nope, of course not. I am sure we will be able to watch it the whole way through another time,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I promise, next date night, we will watch it from the beginning,” He replied, kissing her on the cheek.

“These chocolates really are amazing, you did good Dr Borden,” She said, as she unwrapped the last one and bit into it.

“I know, I am amazing. I can’t believe we are driving back home tomorrow… What do you want to do? Just drive straight back… or?” He asked.

“Well, seeing as we need to be out of here by 9, get some breakfast at that café and then go and pick up the horses… I’m sure we could be on the road by 11… plan in the time to get home if the roads are okay, we should be home by 6pm. So, to make the most of our last night together, I say we just drive straight back, maybe have a stop for a late lunch, early dinner? Say we got stuck in traffic around 4 hours in, ring Lou to say we will not get home until after 11 so not to bother making us dinner… and we will just stay at the trailer so we don’t go in waking anyone up. Have I missed anything?” She said, as she was mentally ticking off a list of things to do.

“Wow, you are so scheming! I do think that is a good plan though. Also, if we get in so late tomorrow night, we won’t get over to the ranch until at least lunch time the next day because of how tired we are…” Ty laughed, “We are good at this, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we really are,” Amy yawned, “Come on, let’s get some sleep… I’m not following the film really anymore and I'm exhausted. What time shall we get up in the morning?”

“I’d say around 8? We don’t have much to pack,” He suggested, “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine by me,” She mumbled, as she turned off the telly and lay down.

Ty set the alarm on his phone and snuggled down in the bed, he opened up his arms for Amy to lie in, “Come here,” He said.

She momenteriraly opened her eyes and snuggled up to him, “Mmm good night, I love you.”

Ty kissed the top of her head and murmured, “I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for both of them to fall into a nice, deep sleep. Ready for the long drive home, tomorrow.