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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 15)

WARNING: NSFW (if you hadn't already guessed) also y’all are so welcome for the audio

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“Agh!” I scowled, advancing on Tywin and spinning as I brought my sword down on him. I finally managed to knock his sword out of his hands, and he smiled when I did.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, pulling me in by my waist and kissing me deeply. I let one arm wrap around his neck, my other hand still gripping my sword. When I pulled back, I scoffed at him.

“I’m merely having a bad day, that’s all.”

“Of course, Lady Tyrell. Either way, you fought well. I know it’s not the same as killing someone, but I hope you enjoyed today regardless,” Tywin said, bending over to pick up the sword he’d dropped in the grass. They were sparring swords, of course, neither of us wanted to actually hurt the other.

“It’s not the killing that excites me, merely the winning,” I noted, brushing off his shirt slightly. He was only wearing a shirt and pants currently, and I was wearing a shorter, fairly breathable dress that I wouldn’t trip on or gasp for air in.

“We should get back, the sun will set soon,” Tywin noted, motioning for me to follow as we made our way back to the horses.

“And you don’t want to spend another night out under the stars with me?” I teased, taking his arm as we walked.

“I think I’m afraid of what I’d end up doing left alone with you like that.”

I felt my face go hot, and I looked down. I wasn’t sure how to tell him I wished he would do it. ‘It’ being pinning me down in the grass and taking me, of course.

We mounted our horses and started back for Kings Landing, both glad to have had our fill of time away from the city. I was also glad Tywin had been true to his word and actually bothered letting me fight with him.

“Aerys and I used to come out this way as boys. When we wanted to practice, of course,” he said, adding on the last bit rather quickly. It made me raise an eyebrow.

“Just to practice?” I insinuated, grinning. Tywin only looked away and scoffed, completely ignoring what I’d said. Fascinating.

“It’s comforting to know I’m still as good as I was then. It took you a bit to disarm me,” he teased, making me laugh.

“I’ll be certain to go harder on you next time.”

We both laughed then, and I felt so free. Time with Tywin was always valued, but especially so when we weren’t cooped up in some building in the Red Keep. It made me wonder what Casterly Rock would be like to actually live in. Then, on the mental subject of all things Lannister, an idea sparked.

“Shall I sing us a song, m’lord?” I asked, using a more common accent to joke. Tywin raised an eyebrow.

“Go on then. I’ll give you a gold coin if you’re any good,” he said, playing along. I merely smiled and began.

“And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?” I sang, watching his face carefully. I expected him to be annoyed, but if anything he looked appreciative.

“Only a cat of a different coat, that’s the all the truth I know. In a coat of gold, or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. Mine are long, and sharp my lord, as long and sharp as yours,” I continued, watching Tywin smile fondly. I wondered if he found it attractive to hear me sing the song which had been written for him. He certainly did have an enamored look in his eyes, and I wished I could know what he was thinking.

“And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, but-“

“Now the rains, weep over his hall, and not a soul to hear,” Tywin joined in, and I raised both eyebrows in shock. His deep voice sounded beautiful, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Lord Lannister,” I teased, making him scoff and roll his eyes.

“I didn’t know you could sing either,” he shot back.

“Does it please you?” I asked curiously, riding a bit closer to him and examining his face. His cheeks were a subtle pink.

“Yes, it certainly does. You should sing for me more often,” he said honestly, glancing over at me.

Gods, his eyes were beautiful.

“I will if you decide to join me.”

“And speaking of which, will you join me in my chambers for dinner tonight?” He asked, looking over at me.

“Certainly. I’ll want to bathe and change first, of course, but I’d quite like that, Tywin,” I accepted with a smile.

“Of course. I’ll do the same.”

We exchanged a prolonged look, and my lips parted. There was a sort of nervous atmosphere between us. It made my heart skip, and butterflies consumed my stomach.

Only the gods knew what tonight would bring.

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“Cerella?”

“Yes m’lady?”

I turned to look at her as she helped me wash my hair, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Cerella should I… should I make a move on Lord Tywin tonight?” I asked, face flushing in embarrassment. I was usually quite a bold person, but the topic of sex had always been a bit foreign to me despite growing up with so many men. I supposed I’d never really given it much thought until now. Now there was someone I wanted to have sex with.

“How do you mean, Lady (Y/N)?” She questioned, gently washing my back.

“Should I- should I bed him?”

I watched her eyebrows raise in surprise, and I instantly felt I shouldn’t have asked.

“If you believe you’re ready for it, my lady. If he’s pressuring you and you don’t want to, don’t let him force you into anything,” she said sternly, looking at me pointedly. It was at least reassuring to know Cerella had my back.

“No! No, no, nothing like that. I want to… I want him, and I think tonight might be a good opportunity for it,” I explained, to which she nodded.

“Would you like me to fancy you up a bit? Just in case it should work out,” she offered with a small smile.

“Certainly, thank you, Cerella. Use the oil my grandmother bought me, it’s the one in the small pink jar there,” I said, motioning to my vanity. She rose from beside the tub and went over, grabbing the small vase and coming back over.

“This one?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Cerella placed the oil down on a small side table and then brought over my towel, wrapping me in it as I rose from my bath. I dried myself off, slipping into my undergarments and sitting on one of the sofas.

“Here, let me dry your hair and do a simple braid crown,” Cerella said, knowing I would want something nice but not too elegant at this time of the day. I sighed as she brushed through it and then proceeded to dry it off as thoroughly as she could.

“Are you… are you a maiden, Cerella? If you don’t mind me asking, of course,” I inquired, hoping it wasn’t too personal.

“No, m’lady, I’m not. Why?” She said, beginning to braid.

“Well, I’m afraid I am. Do you- do you have any advice for me?” I asked, inhaling nervously. I was so worried that even if the chance to sleep with Tywin did present itself I’d make an awful fool of myself.

“First and foremost, don’t let it be all about Lord Tywin. You should feel good too. I’m obviously not knowledgeable about what he’s like as a lover, but most men tend to be rather selfish. If he is, remember that intercourse is supposed to be enjoyable, and do what you’d like to make it that way,” she began, placing her hands on my shoulders to reaffirm it. I nodded.

“I’ve touched myself plenty of times, I know how to do that.”

“Good. As far as Lord Tywin goes, men aren’t quite as complicated as we are. Knowing him, he’ll want to be in control too, or at least he’ll expect to be. Perhaps try making him work for that a bit. He’s always liked it when you challenge him, after all,” she suggested, finishing my hair and reaching for the oil. I smiled at the thought. If I wasn’t shaking with nerves, perhaps I would try being a bit more dominant.

“As for… well, other parts…” I said, trying to figure out a decent way to word it. Cerella simply smiled.

“Focus on the tip, m’lady. And… if you’re using your mouth, suck. That’s the best advice I have as far as that goes,” she said, laughing softly. I couldn’t help but smile as she applied the oil.

“Which dress should I wear for tonight?” I questioned once she’d finished, wiping her hands on a wet cloth. She immediately grinned at me and made her way over to my closet.

“My personal recommendation, my lady? This one.”

I watched her pull out a red dress with quite thin sleeves and an ornate top. Though, the bottom was plain enough that it did not come across as something particularly fancy. Though, the red and gold coloring certainly reminded me of the Great Lion, and he wouldn’t miss the implications of it.

Slowly but surely, I was becoming his lady.

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In his own chambers, Tywin was also preparing himself for the dinner. He was not quite as nervous as you were, because in all honesty he did intend to keep his word to Olenna Tyrell, and he most certainly was not expecting you to advance on him.

Though, later on he would reprimand himself for it, as he should never assume anything from the Nightshade of the Garden. And, either way, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t picked up on something when the two of you had made such intense eye contact.

Tywin rose from his own bath, reaching for his towel and drying himself off as he did. He wrapped himself in a robe for now, as dressing would be his last step. For once, he also looked through his oils, feeling that perhaps tonight he should take the time to truly groom himself properly.

As he sorted through them and lifted several to his nose, he felt like a silly young boy somehow. Gods, what scent would a woman like?

He had not a clue.

He finally settled upon one with a rich, slightly vanilla scent and thought it would be satisfactory. After that, he made his way over to his own vanity and combed back his hair a little more carefully than usual. He had not a clue why he cared so much, especially as he fixed his stubble to make sure it looked neat and clean. There was nothing explicitly special about tonight, and yet… there was.

When that was all finished, he rid himself of his robe and made his way over to his closet. One of the nicest things about having such privacy in the tower of the hand--he found--was that he could walk around and sleep nude whenever he wished. He thought it best to take advantage of it now while it was still summer.

However, the sight of his body caught him off guard tonight. When he looked at his reflection, he stopped in his tracks and took a moment. Facing the mirror, he examined himself in a way that he normally wouldn’t. Normally, he would not care whatever he looked like, it’s not as if it mattered. But, in the strange mindset of wondering whether or not something might happen tonight, he found himself wondering if you’d find him repulsive.

He was in good shape for a man his age, to be certain. He had toned arms and legs, and his chest was quite built. But, at the end of the day, he knew he was not what he’d been as a young man, especially with the slight sag at the bottom of his stomach that had been there for quite a few years now.

He shook his head, trying not to let himself be overwhelmed as he put on his smallclothes and then began searching for a coat to wear. He picked out one of his new ones, black with subtle rose designs on the golden clips. Not to mention the gold vines along the shoulders with small berries integrated into them. It seemed both of you were making more bold statements toward each other in terms of dress tonight.

And, just as Tywin finished buttoning his coat, there was an announcement for you.

“Enter!” he shouted, looking himself over once more before going to greet you. He was ready, or so he told himself. He had not a clue that you were twice as nervous.

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I entered Tywin’s chambers, and found him standing by the table, meal and candles already set up. It was quite a romantic atmosphere, and it soothed me.

“You look beautiful,” he said once the door closed, pure adoration in his eyes. I felt my cheeks heat.

“And you look quite handsome,” I said, making my way over to him and admiring the small details of his coat. It seemed we’d both dressed with each other in mind tonight.

“Is this coat new?” I asked, knowing I’d certainly never seen it before.

“Yes, it is. You’re wearing the scent I like,” he observed, inhaling pleasantly. I smiled.

“You smell quite nice too, Tywin.”

“I’m glad you think so, I haven't a clue what women like on men,” he said, laughing softly and pulling out my chair for me. I laughed softly as I sat down.

“Well, I think this scent suits you well. What kind of meat is this?” I asked, looking down at my plate after a moment.

“Venison. Won’t be as good as the last we had, but it should still be delicious,” he informed, taking his seat and pouring us some wine. I brought it up to my nose and smelled it with a smile.

“Dornish?”

“Yes, very good.”

“It usually pairs well with mutton, in my experience, but I know you don’t like mutton very much,” I remarked, to which he gave a nod.

“Correct, and I’m not sure how you know that,” he said, somewhat surprised it seemed. I laughed and took a bite of the meat. It was very good.

“I have my ways, Tywin,” I answered, wanting to leave him unknowing.

“Yes, I’m certain you do.”

There was an awkward moment of silence as we ate, almost like we both wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what to say. The nerves came back to me.

Was I going to advance on him? How would I even start?

“I’ve never seen you… in this dress before. It flatters you,” Tywin said after a moment, finishing up a bite and swallowing before he began. When he said it flattered me, I felt confident he was referring to the obvious amount of cleavage it revealed.

“I’ve never publicly worn it. It’s got Tyrell designs and styles, but I’ve always feared that the Lannister colors would give people room to spread more rumors about us,” I explained, taking a sip of wine to try and soothe myself. I felt so helpless under his gaze, like the sand that gets pulled into the sea with the waves.

“So you wore it tonight, just for me..?” He questioned, voice low and words slow. My face felt so hot I didn’t know how to make it stop burning.

“Y-Yes, I did. I thought… perhaps you’d like to see me in Lannister colors,” I said rather boldly, though I feared he could hear the tremor in my voice. I was trying as hard as I could to be the woman I was most of the time—bold and quite confident—but it was so difficult to do when Tywin was looking at me like this.

This being with an overwhelming amount of love and what appeared to be desire. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out in his head, trying to read between the lines of everything I said.

“And perhaps you thought correctly. You look gorgeous in Lannister colors, (Y/N). They suit you,” he complimented, looking me over. I had to look down or else I thought I might explode.

“T-Thank you, Tywin.”

We’d both finished our meals, and I knew I was going to have to act soon or abandon my mission. Then I was presented a perfect opportunity.

“Would you like anything for dessert? I could have them bring something up,” Tywin offered, observing that I was clearly pensive. My eyes focused on his, and my heart raced.

“No, that’s alright. I don’t want dessert, I-“

“You’re certain?” Tywin asked, getting up to help pull my chair back, as he saw I meant to rise. I stood and faced him, making my best attempt at a deep breath.

“I don’t want dessert, Tywin… I… I want you,” I managed to get out, watching his face carefully.

“You have me, my dear,” he said casually, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. He hadn’t realized my meaning, which made me want to throw myself over the balcony.

But, I would not relent.

“N-No, Tywin. I want you- I want you to take me,” I whispered, choking out the second half with some difficulty. Both of his eyebrows raised.

“Take you where?”

I realized it then, that he was merely playing dumb. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it of course. If anything, his slight resistance made me more determined.

“I want you to take me to your bed, Tywin. I want you to take me to your bed and fuck me, please,” I said, getting quieter the longer I spoke. My heart was pounding so quickly I thought I might have some sort of heart attack.

Tywin’s eyes had this sense of desperation, like he was fighting himself, and I had not a clue why.

“I want to… (Y/N), I want to. Believe me, more than anything I want to take you. But we shouldn’t… we mustn’t,” he said, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I’d never seen such a conflicted look on a man’s face.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated, (Y/N). I- your grandmother made me promise-“

“What?”

“She had me promise that after I took you into my bed, I would marry you,” he said softly, taking my hands in his. I sighed, realizing his dilemma.

“You’re not ready to marry me, Tywin. I understand, for i'm not ready to marry you either. But my grandmother isn’t here. She’s not going to know,” I said, pressing my hand to his cheek.

“I gave her my word, (Y/N). And what if she finds out? What if, gods forbid, I get you pregnant? What then? I just-“

I placed both of my hands on his face, making him look down at me and pause. I gave him a soft smile.

“Tywin, you’ll never hear me say this again. Stop thinking so much. I want to share your bed tonight, and share it fully. I want to feel you in the most intimate way I possibly can. And if you truly share the sentiment, then stop thinking,” I said softly, undoing a few of the clips on his coat.

“(Y/N)…”

I stepped back, keeping my eyes on him as I slowly undid the back of my dress. He stood there like a man paralyzed, lips parted and breath shallow as he watched me.

I let my dress fall to the floor, exposing my breasts to him, as I was now only in my underskirts. He looked so overwhelmed, as if slowly he could no longer think rationally.

“Please, Tywin,” I whispered, looking up at him. It seemed that was all it took, for he stepped in and kissed me, hands coming to my waist and then feeling the smooth skin of my back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me as we kissed so passionately. He surprised me then, picking me up and carrying me across the small courtyard and toward his actual bedroom, pushing the door open with his back and then closing it behind him the same way.

Meanwhile, I kissed his neck, nerves still rampant inside me as I processed what was about to happen. I was then sat on his bed, and kissed while the rest of my clothes were removed.

Tywin looked me over, admiring me completely naked. I felt compelled to cover myself, but I didn’t. Cerella had told me to be bold, so I would.

I reached for his coat now, removing it completely and watching as he simply threw it aside. It surprised me, as I would’ve expected him to take his time and fold it.

Nevertheless, I untucked his shirt as he removed his boots, also tossing them aside. His mouth came to my neck, and his hands to my hips. I held his neck, breathing heavily with all the sensations he was supplying me with.

“It’s your first time, (Y/N). I want to ease you into this. Do you trust me?” He whispered after a moment, seemingly coming back to reality for a moment. I stared into his blue eyes and nodded, biting my lip somewhat nervously.

“I want you to relax, I want you to feel good,” he told me, hands gently and slowly exploring my body. He held eye contact with me the whole time, and I let out a soft gasp as his hands came to my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

My nerves came, more than anything, from the fact that I had so little experience. But despite that, Tywin was managing to make me feel safe, to make me feel at ease.

“Tywin… I want to feel you,” I whispered, wishing to touch him like he was touching me. He said nothing, but removed his shirt, and when I kept staring at him also removed the rest of his clothes.

I looked him over, just as he had done to me, and he seemed oddly insecure as I did. To reassure him he was still in very good shape despite his age, I let myself place kisses along his chest.

He lifted my face, kissing me on the lips now.

“You’re so handsome, Tywin,” I whispered, running my hand through his hair.

“And you’re breathtaking, my dear,” he replied, kissing my shoulder. It was intimate, and I found that I quite liked it.

Looking at him again, I could not of course ignore his penis. He was already hard, with a length and girth that quite intimidated me.

The Great Lion of the Rock, indeed.

Tywin noticed my staring, of course, and when I looked up at him he smiled softly.

“M-May I?” I asked, curious more than anything. He gave a nod, watching as I reached out and took his penis in my hand. The skin was soft, and warm. I also didn’t miss the sharp inhale and flutter of Tywin’s eyelids as I touched him.

“(Y/N)…” he muttered as I began to rub, focusing on the tip just like I’d been instructed to. He kissed me again, one hand holding my hip as the other reached for my breasts.

We were taking our time, and I was grateful. Cerella had affirmed what most people said, which was that generally men were quite self centered during sex and got straight into it, but no, not Tywin.

Though, Tywin Lannister never was and never would be like other men. Thank the gods for that.

I was caught off guard when he gave me a soft moan, and it made me smile. It was strange to hear such a soft, raw noise from him, but I loved it.

“(Y/N)… lay back on the bed for me, hm?” He instructed, gently grabbing my wrist and forcing me to stop so he could think clearly. I nodded, scooting back and resting my head on the pillows.

He got on the bed as well, moving over so he was on all fours above me. He adjusted himself, lowering down a bit to kiss me. I held his face, kissing back to calm myself down.

Touching him was fine and all, but knowing he was going to touch me filled me with nerves again. He rose and knelt back, smiling at me softly.

“I’m going to touch you now, (Y/N). Is that alright?” He asked, hands on my knees. I nodded.

“Use your words, please,” he said, somewhat demanding. I swallowed.

“Touch me, Tywin. I want you to,” I whispered. He nodded, slowly spreading my legs apart and moving up a bit. He brought his hand between my legs, letting it brush against my thigh as it did so I’d always feel him.

“Before I do, I want you to vow that you’ll tell me if you don’t like something. I want you to enjoy this, (Y/N). If something isn’t pleasant for you, tell me and I’ll stop. I won’t be offended like a lesser man might be. I don’t know your body very well yet, I don’t know what feels good for you specifically. That’s why I’d like you to tell me if you’d prefer I do something else,” he explained, looking at me quite seriously the whole time.

“I’ll tell you, Tywin. I promise. A-And the same goes for me. I don’t- I don’t know what I’m doing, to be honest. I want to learn how to touch you, too,” I said, licking my lips nervously. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me again.

“I’ll show you how, (Y/N). Don’t worry.”

When he moved back up, I felt his thumb come to my clit, rubbing softly but not too softly. It sent shivers up my spine to be touched there by someone else, especially as he observed my reaction.

In all honesty, I knew I was soaked, I could feel it on my thighs, but Tywin had not said anything. There was a slightly smug look on his face, but I assumed he did not want to make me nervous by teasing. Not this time, anyways.

Carefully, I felt his middle finger prodding my entrance. He gave me a look, asking if I was ready. I gave him a nod, and he pushed it inside.

I let out a slight gasp, feeling him pump and curl the digit before adding a second once I’d adjusted.

“Tywin…” I moaned, his large fingers hitting the perfect spot within me, thumb still circling on my clit.

“Right there, hm?” He whispered, noticing that I’d become a bit more vocal and responsive to that motion. I nodded, letting my hands grip the sheets as I shut my eyes and threw my head back.

“Look at me, (Y/N). Let me see your eyes,” he said, making me force my eyes open and look at him. He smiled sweetly, adding a bit more pressure and speed to his fingers.

“Tywin!” I gasped, letting out a soft moan and trying as hard as I possibly could to hold eye contact with him. My back arched into his fingers, and he let out a low chuckle.

“So pretty like this, moaning for me. Are you going to cum, (Y/N)?” He asked, voice deep and filled with lust. I whined out incoherently and nodded. Gods, I’d never felt pleasure like this. To finger myself had been one thing, but knowing that it was Tywin fingering me was something else entirely.

I was losing my virginity to the man I’d hated for 13 years, what a thought.

Though, with the immense pleasure I was in I practically couldn’t think, and as I came around his fingers I cried out his name so loudly it made me glad we were so secluded in the tower of the hand.

“Tywin! Oh gods, T-Tywin!” I moaned, gripping the sheets as hard as I could, my body practically lifting off the mattress.

“Shh, sh, there you are, sweet girl. So good for me, hm?” Tywin muttered, fingering me through my orgasm and slowing his hand as I came down from the high.

He gently removed his fingers from inside me, and held them up to show me the white, creamy substance they were covered in. My face went hot. It had happened to me a few times before, but I always had a difficult time managing to orgasm so hard it produced that.

I watched him lick his fingers clean, smiling at the look on my face. That was when he moved back a bit and leant down, kissing my breasts and down along my stomach. But he did not stop there, no.

There was a look in his eyes that I could only compare to one thing: a lion about to pounce on its prey.

When I felt his thumbs spreading me apart, and his tongue on my clit, I inhaled sharply, having never felt such a sensation before.

Tywin brought my legs over his shoulders, and I felt his stubble gently rubbing against my thighs. I moaned at the feeling, and when he looked up at me with those blue eyes, my back seemed to arch into him even further.

He added his fingers again, making me cry out his name and burying a hand into his hair. I was so overwhelmed and in so much pleasure I thought I might’ve died and gone to heaven. Tywin was so good at this, and it was making me want him inside me even more desperately.

“Tywin… Tywin…” I said, trying to get his attention in the midst of my pleasure. His eyes looked up at me, and I swallowed.

“I want you now… I want you to take me,” I said, voicing my desires. He raised an eyebrow, slowly lifting his head away from between my legs.

“You’re certain?” He asked, beard glistening with my slick. I smiled and nodded.

“Yes, but perhaps wipe your face down first,” I suggested, making him chuckle and point at his nightstand. I grabbed the handkerchief there and handed it to him, watching him clean himself up and set the cloth aside.

He moved beside me, hands slowly running up and down my body as he did. He pulled my back into his chest, kissing my shoulders again.

“I’m going to take you like this, if that’s alright. This way I can touch you without you needing to be on top. And I can kiss your neck,” he explained, placing sweet kisses there afterwards. I giggled slightly, turning my head and reaching back to cup his face. I kissed him, and he reciprocated, one arm wrapping around me and the other going between my legs, gently parting them.

Tywin adjusted himself and moved closer to me, and I could now feel the tip of his cock brushing against my thighs.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, breaking away from my lips for just a moment. I nodded, placing my arms on top of the one he had wrapped around me.

I felt him rub against my clit for a moment, and I gasped out softly. Tywin kissed me again, and as he did, I felt him push inside me. Not all the way though, so I could adjust. Carefully, he would pull out a bit and then push back in, going just a little deeper each time.

“Gods… so wet for me, (Y/N). You feel s-so good,” he gasped, giving me a soft groan.

“Oh Tywin…”

I couldn’t help but moan as I felt him stretching me, his free hand now coming to rub my clit. When he pushed all the way inside of me, he also pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I let out the most desperate moan in existence.

We stayed like that for a bit, hips slowly rocking but not doing much. Tywin’s thrusts then became slow and long so I could properly adjust to his cock, and I was whimpering the whole time.

“You’re so good for me, hm? You’re taking me so well, sweet girl,” he whispered when I pulled away from his mouth for a breath. I let my head turn and rest on the pillow, and so he moved to kiss my neck now.

“F-Faster, Tywin… please,” I whined, to which he groaned in response and let himself pick up some pace. He was huge in comparison to the two fingers I used on myself, and I’d never felt so properly filled.

I began to buck my hips against him, and he let out quite the moan as I clenched around him.

“Gods, (Y/N)…” he panted, picking up the pace even more now and still miraculously managing to rub my clit perfectly. I was whining so loudly to the point it even made me surprised at myself.

Pleasure was consuming me, and I gasped as Tywin began to suck at my neck.

“Tywin! Oh gods don’t stop,” I cried out, reaching back and letting one of my hands go through his hair. He simply moaned and continued to lap at my neck.

There were so many sensations, and it all felt so good. Tears began to drip down my cheeks because I was so overstimulated, and Tywin knew.

“Tears streaming down your face as you take my cock, hm? Is that how good I make you feel, (Y/N)?” He whispered, kissing my neck as he did.

“Y-Yes! So good… so good, Tywin,” I whimpered, feeling him pound into my sweet spot. The pressure was building and I needed him to keep going. I thought I’d die if he stopped.

“You look so pretty like this, (Y/N). Moaning my name and arching your back against me. And you’re all mine… fuck,” Tywin groaned, feeling me clench around him once more.

“You’re so big… so big, Tywin,” I gasped, still overwhelmed by the pure size of him as he thrust himself into me. When I moved my hips a certain way, I could feel the tip of him hitting against my cervix and it drove me insane.

Everything felt so good, and I wasn’t even aware of my volume as I moaned Tywin’s name. Not to mention the sound of our skin slapping together. And of course, every now and then, Tywin wouldn’t be able to stop his own moans from escaping.

“I’m- Tywin- I’m gonna- I’m gonna…” I wasn’t even able to finish my sentence. I was so overwhelmed, the pleasure building in my lower abdomen making me unable to concentrate on anything other than Tywin’s thrusts, and somehow also the scent of the oil he’d put on.

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum on my cock for me, I’ve got you,” Tywin whispered, moaning and holding me even closer somehow.

I felt myself reaching my orgasm, and I moaned his name so loud I wouldn’t even have been surprised if his guards had heard it several rooms away. I gripped the sheets with one hand and his hair with my other, desperate for anything to stabilize myself. He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, moaning loudly as my insides pulsed around him. There was still a pressure within me, and both of us moaned as I squirted on his cock, finally relieving that pressure completely.

“(Y/N)… gods… (Y/N),” he gasped out, now just as incoherent as I’d been a few moments ago. Tywin moaned several times at a much higher octave than before, and as I went limp beside him I knew from his gasp-like moans that he was about to cum.

I felt him pull out, followed by the warm spurts of his seed on my thighs as he let out a loud, high gasp and clung to me.

I leaned back and kissed him as he shook, and I realized this was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen him. I’d seen the man cry before, and yet here as he came down from his own orgasm, he held me so close, so desperately it was as if he’d die without me.

I let myself snuggle into him, and we both relaxed in silence for a few moments, catching our breaths and coming back to earth completely.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered in my ear, nuzzling his head into mine. I smiled softly and reached back to cup his cheek.

“I love you so much, Tywin. You made me feel so good tonight, so cared for. Thank you,” I replied, to which he smiled.

“It’s been so long since I’ve bedded a woman I actually love. I’d forgotten… well, it’s different. It’s so much better I couldn’t even begin to describe it,” he said, kissing my neck sweetly. I noticed that he had left several marks, but I was so happy I couldn’t bother to care.

“Well, I’m glad I was able to satisfy you,” I said with a small laugh, turning to face him. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. He was being quite affectionate right now, and I liked it a lot more than I probably should have.

“You will always satisfy me, (Y/N). You probably satisfy me far more than you should. I often wonder why the gods sent me a sharp, beautiful young thing like yourself to me. I don’t think I’ve done enough good in my life to deserve it,” he grumbled, to which I kissed him sweetly.

“Perhaps that’s exactly why. Even the worst men can be better with a woman’s love, as you yourself have proved,” I teased, making him reach over and playfully smack my ass. I let out a little yelp, and he smiled as I gaped at him, both of us beginning to laugh.

“But I mean it, Tywin. You’ve got a bit more of a grasp on empathy now, and you actually smile. Plus, I’m not saying I didn’t need you. When I was 14, you’re what made me determined to grow up, to be the best woman I could possibly be. And even now, you’re still helping me refine myself and grow,” I said, letting my thumb stroke his beard as I held his cheek.

“I certainly won’t deny it. Not to mention, you do think a lot more than I do,” he pointed out, which of course made me smile.

“Yes, I do. I’m glad I didn’t tonight, though,” I said softly.

“I’m glad too, my dear. Let me clean you up.”

Tywin reached for the cloth he’d set aside earlier, motioning for me to open my legs a bit. Carefully, he wiped up his cum from my thighs and cleaned up anything else that was on the two of us. When he was finished, he discarded the cloth and pulled up the blankets, scooting in closer to me.

I let myself rest my head on his chest, legs intertwining with his. I felt his gentle kiss on my forehead, and everything was peaceful in the room. For the first time in months, there was not a single concern or thought in my head besides the man next to me, and I was content with that.

It was just Tywin and I.

What else mattered?

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fandom-madness69 · 9 months ago

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I'm a day late and a dollar short but what's new?!

We have GOT to talk about the REST of the Thrill Ride O' Love scene. Especially the animatics along the walls telling Hephaestus's story. Because as jarring of a song as What Is Love? was in that scene if fucking fit so well!

First we get the Shadow Hera! Larger than life. Big regal gown, tall adorning crown, Mother of the Gods of Olympus, Goddess of Marriage.

And we get her getting pregnant with Hephaestus! All the way down to his little baby blacksmithing tools :3

And then we see her throw Hephaestus off Mount. Olympus. As is told in his story.

But there's a thing that really caught my attention here. Because in the rest of the story we see him leave out not a single important character to his story! So where is his father? The big guy himself Zeus?

Unless! They're going with the versions of Hephaestus's story where Hera miraculously convinced Hephaestus. Because we've seen Rick switch up the Medusa story. And wow do we love him for it!

But that's not my only point! Circling back to the song and then later on to the story about how Hephaestus trapped Hera, his own fucking mother btw in case that flew over anyone's head like it did mine the first few times I watched ep. 5, and so the gods offered him Aphrodite's hand in marriage in exchange for Hera's freedom.

The whole rest of the time Hephaestus has painted himself the tragic dude in the story. Not necessarily the hero but definitely the victim. We see him get rejected by his mother. By Aphrodite for Ares, from the fucking BEGINGING, and then so on.

But what really fucking gets me is not only did he do this ride exactly like this as a trap for his wife and her lover BUT that he had no fucking clue they were there! He was willing to force Ares to sacrifice Aphrodite, his OWN FUCKING WIFE, over a shield and not think twice of it. He wouldn't have fucking known they were there because as we can clearly see by this counter

He clearly wasn't alerted to the presence of his wife and her love affair! Meaning they just fucking materialized in his amusement park, like gods do.

And the words of the song. Oh the words. "Baby don't hurt me no more?" How about you're the only one who has caused any harm since your mother tossed you off Olympus? And NO I AM NOT EXCUSING WHAT HERA DID! Don't even go there. That's for another time.

You repeatedly got rejected and bro I get it. That shit hurts. As a fellow Black Sheep of the Family™️ I fucking understand my dude. And I also completely understand how much gods don't fucking understand humans. And so it wasn't even a concept in his mind to do anything other than what his family had already done to him. Backstab, betray and barter.

But to have the audacity to beg the woman who didn't want anything to do with you, still doesn't, and was forced to wed you to save her mother, YOUR MOTHER, not to hurt YOU anymore! Sickening.

But he gets it. Now anyway. Or he's starting to. Because of Annabeth. Because she found a friend who is giving her unconditional love. Who isn't making her earn it despite having told her he would earn hers! And she's doing the same. She's falling apart and building herself back up all with this one (1) boy's help. And neither of them know it yet. But ohohohohoho they will soon.

And these few moments Hephaestus spent with Annabeth gave him the biggest vibe check of his fucking immortal life. "Maybe some of us don't want to be that way anymore either?"

Like Sir are you realizing that you TOO took things too far? Not even this time like you said Athena did, which btw she's always taken it too far just throwing this in here, but really? Are you getting it now? Did the twelve year olds fighting to sacrifice themselves despite everything fucking shake your world? Rock you to your very atoms? GOOD! You victim mentality, hero complex asshole.

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not-goldy · 1 year ago

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"since we're sharing trauma" where? Who said that? I didn't..??? Also sorry that you grew up in such a horrible environment. But neither me nor jk grew up in such (based on how he talks about his family).

"if i was at jm's place i would have stayed away from such kid" hm i would have done the same and do wonder why jm didn't do the same but then i remember how exactly is his nature. I'll give you an example yrs ago jm went to everyone's solo MV shoot. No one went to jm's but did jm held it against anyone? Did he thought that they didn't come for me so i won't go for them as well? No. He does his things as what he think is he should be doing as a good supportive friend. Same thing this solo era even tho only yg and hsk went to meet him physically jm was the only member who went for each and every member to support them physically. Thing is he cared for jk say as his brother cause jk is same age as his own younger brother. Thought that he should take care of jk like that. It's not just jk that he took care of it's everyone he takes care of that's in his nature to be like everyone's hyung. You should see him with people who are younger than him and how much he gives them comfort and cares for them. Taehyung is same age as him but he still babies taehyung. Just because you are shit to him doesn't mean he's suddenly gonna start acting shit to you again that's in his nature. His astrology says that he's got traits where he tends to give alot to people even if he doesn't get same in return. It's his personality trait.

if jk was 13 then jm was 15 see how old jm is than jk right??

It doens't hurt y'all to accept that jk was brat when he was young, he did got some shitty habits like when he himself said he had a habit like "what's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine" that's a shitty habit to have but with time he understood it's not a good habit and changed it with all the boys being around him. He changed that habit because of those 6 boys around him.

no one ever questions if jk hates taehyung why? Does anyone ever questioned if jk hates hobi? Jk hate jin?? did anyone ever questioned if jk hates any other members? Then why jm??? Cause that's exactly how it looked on the cam (not hate but as if he doens't like being around jm in early yrs). You tell me why the three members said No when they asked if jk likes jm.

I get that the fandom is full of tkkrs and things like these are widely spread by them but then there's actually some content where jk has been mean to jm which anyone can use against them. For example vminkook were doing live and jm said this is my bare face in cam and jk's immediate respose was "ugly right?" Wow such a cool thing to say to someone who's insecure about his looks right goldy??? Have any explanation for these kinda moments??? As i said he himself has given some material where people thought he doesn't like jm and that's when the question was raised and that's why jm also chose the question to ask him whete three members said No. Do you have any explanation why 3 members said No??? I'm all ears please do tell me.

I don't know why you are conflating Adult Jimin with young Jimin- no, young Jimin would not have gone to support people who don't support him, matter fact adult Jimin wouldn't either if he felt bad vibes from the person.

He's not a pushover. He has standards and self respect. I refuse to believe a man who stood up to his best friend and told the one man he claims he loves he was cutting him off would support people who don't support him.

Same person who said he loves those who love them and scream fuck haters on his song??????????

We have very different views of who he is as a person.

He can be very kumbaya but only to a point. To a limit. Push against that limit and you will find out.

Lmao, no one is saying Jungkook wasn't moody angsty bratty as a teen, its something BTS themselves point out over and over and namjoon explained he went through a teenage rebellious phase as well and they all had to learn to deal with that.

The hyungs and Tae have approached this phase with much maturity, empathy and compassion, explaining how Jungkook would cry a lot cos he missed home etc.

We just saying we not gonna hang him demonize him villianiize him for being a normal teenager and for dealing with normal development challenges that comes with being a teen.

All I'm hearing from you is attempts to justify why you hate a teen for his actions towards other teens. You sound like you would make for an abusive parent, a bad teacher and baby sitter- stay away from children. You can't handle them. And pray to God if ever you have children none of them struggle with complex difficult emotions cos you sound like you'd be the kind of parent who would further traumatize them if they do.

You are giving one child is a model child preferred child favorite child because he plays by the book but oh the other is such a bane in your existence.

Do you.

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stayandot8 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Three- Part One: Heaven's Grief

series summary: this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good 😏.

inspo: the song by Fall Out Boy.

Genre: i'm not really sure tbh

Relationship type: ???

Important Contents: bar setting, so mentions of alcohol, chris is a lowkey-highkey dick, swearing as usual

a/n: Sorry this took so long, my loves. If you read, thank you. I hope this was worth the reallyfuckinglong wait.

WC: 10.1k

Last part l Next part I masterlist

If I was being honest, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I tried, I really did. But it was all I could do to not think about everything that had just happened. It was on constant replay in my mind, reliving those lips on mine, the way he held me against him, it was all so much to take in. From being at odds with each other to this, it was so new. Something I never thought to explore and yet, here I was, hours away from doing just that. I thought of my list of concerns about what this would mean not just for us, but for everyone around us. What would the rest of the boys think? If we kept it quiet, would they even notice? Would Minho? Would he care?

You know he would. It was an obvious answer. And if we decided to move forward, he should be told. Together, though. We should tell him together.

I spent the rest of the moonlit night writing down any concerns or questions that came to mind and when the sun started rising, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I picked out the cutest jeans I had along with a black top that may have helped my boobs pop just a little. I smiled to myself and I slipped on my Vans and grabbed my bag to leave.

The drive downtown to Felix’s bakery was longer than it would have been if I hadn’t missed so many turns. There was too much running through my brain to truly focus on where I was going. I was lucky I didn’t cause an accident. But when I finally parked, I couldn’t help my eye roll as my mouth involuntarily turned upwards.

“Have you been here all night?” My voice groggy but light, giving away my butterflies at seeing Chris sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He snapped his head up at the sound and grinned as he stood up to greet me.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep.” He walked up just close enough to encourage any touch I may initiate, waiting for my go-ahead. I bumped his shoulder lightly.

“Me neither, actually.” I lead the way around the few people out on the streets to the front door of the cafe. Chris rushed from behind to open the door, stepping to the side to place his hand on the small of my back as I walked by. I did my best to pretend not to feel the icy cold when he dropped it. The bell ringing as the door closed caused a flour-covered Felix to rush out from his back room in his pink apron to greet the new customers.

“Hi! Welcome to- Oh, it's just you guys.” His face dropped to a new neutral expression he saved just for friends, then shifted into one of confusion. “Wait, why-”

“Felix, honey, can we talk in the back for a second?” I waved Chris to sit at the usual table I occupied and shoved Felix to the back before he could object.

“You know I get suspicious when you call me that. It makes me nervous.” Felix grabbed a towel from his work station and started wiping his hands as he turned to look me up and down. “Why are both of you here? Together? What’s going on?” The look he was sporting was way too serious for this early in the morning.

“Felix, there’s something I need to tell you.” His face didn’t change, waiting expectantly. “And I’m only telling you this because you know how to keep a secret and this is remaining a secret for now. Okay?” He nodded. “Me and Chris are here to talk about the possibility of a relationship between us.” I waited for the realization to hit him, for some kind of inkling that he heard me. But those big doe eyes just stared at me, still waiting for something so I continued. “This literally just happened last night so we haven’t told anyone at the restaurant yet. You’re the first one.”

“And?” He wiped his hands further on his apron before grabbing some oven mitts and walking over to the industrial oven to take out his breakfast loaves. That confused me more.

“Honestly I was expecting a bigger reaction from you. Why aren’t you more shocked?” I stuck out a hand to rest on the counter while placing the other on my hip while I waited for him to turn his attention back to me.

“You think you're the only one in that situation that came to me with their feelings? I’ve been waiting for weeks for one of you to break, Jesus.” He tossed his mitts to the side, the heat from the loaf pans radiating into the air. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the oven, making him look cuter than normal and making me forget my own confusion. I shook my head to return to the present.

“You mean to tell me that he’s been coming in here too? To talk about me?” My heart fluttered at the idea of that beautiful man in this place talking about me. Maybe the heat of the oven was getting to me too. I felt it on my own cheeks now.

“Oh please. Here, take these.” He handed me two plates with fresh banana bread slices. “And go get to talking so you can stop talking to me about it. Go. Go!” He shooed me out of the back room, grabbing those mitts to swat me with if necessary. I scurried away, plates in hand to sit at my usual table, a new guest sitting in front of me.

That damned morning sun cast a soft orange glow across the room, bathing Chris in almost an angelic halo. His shining eyes were even more so when they saw me coming his way. I had never had anyone look at me quite like that before, like I carried all of his happiness within me. My swallow was thick. I had to look away for a moment so I wouldn’t go blind. I placed one plate in front of him and sat across the table.

“Fresh bread from the master himself. Don’t try to pay for it though, he’ll yell at you until you leave.” Chris chuckled, nodding as he broke off a piece and dropped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide.

“Holy fuck, that’s good.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s why we sell his stuff. He’s the best baker in town. What he should do is hire more help around here. It’s just him.” I broke off a piece of my own slice and let the heavenly warmth lure me into heaven for a momentum savoring the taste. I sighed before opening my eyes to see Chris watching me eat. “What?”

“Nothing.” He said to his piece, trying to hide his grin. He took another piece off. “Alright. Go ahead and take out that list that I know you have and we can go through it together.” I slowly shook my head but retrieved my list anyways.

“You wait until you need something and one of my lists saves you. See who’s complaining then.” I unfolded the paper, scanning it over once more. I tried not to let the tremor in my hands show too much. “Well, first thing’s first: the boys. Obviously, we have to tell Minho because, let’s face it, he’ll find out eventually. And I think it’ll be better if it comes from us. You know how he can get.” Chris nodded as he chewed.

“I agree we should tell him, but not until we know for sure.”

“I can agree to that.” I mentally checked it off. “What about the others? Do we need to tell them?” He watched his plate, carefully thinking.

“Unless they guess, I’m not telling them. You know they’ll just taunt us the whole time.”

“That’s true. I can see Han now.” And I could. See how he would yell at the top of his lungs something super embarrassing while the dining room was full of guests. Or Hyunjin making kissing noises in my ear while I was cleaning something. “Yeah, let’s wait on that one. Unless it comes up, let’s not tell them directly.” Chris nodded again and watched me take another bite. “If you don’t stop staring at me, I’ll think I have something on my face.”

“You don’t, I promise. I would tell you.” I raised my eyebrow at him and quickly wiped my mouth with a napkin.while eyeing him with narrowed eyes.

“Moving on.” I said while waiting for his laughter to subside. “First date. I’m telling you this now so that you can decide if you want to back out.” I connected my fingers as I counted off my expectations. “You’re picking me up. You’re paying for the first one, but I believe in equality. You get one, I’ll get the next and so on. If you’re paying, you’re picking the place. If I’m paying, I’m picking. Unless there’s somewhere we really want to try or something we want to do, sound good?”

“My mother raised me as such, so yes. Sounds good.” You could’ve knocked me over with a breath when he smiled. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to care for it.

“Okay, great.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “Next.” I looked down at my list, my eyes going straight to the bottom. I remembered debating whether to bring it up at all, deciding it was vital. “About that thing I caught you doing.” He smiled dropped immediately and his eyes shuttered from that open invitation to closed tight. He quickly looked around to scope out the surroundings while he waited. “You can’t be doing that.”

“I haven’t been. Living with Minho has stopped that from being an option. You saw to that.”

“I know. But I just wanted to make sure because I can’t be with someone like that. I can’t be scared of what you’re doing when you’re not with me. I don’t want to find you dead somewhere and not know why or how or who to go after. But if you say you’re done, then I believe you. I won’t question it further.” It was his turn to avoid my eyes, his now empty plate the point of focus. I leaned down to try and catch his eye. “One day, I’d like to hear that story.”

“And one day, I might tell you.” It would be a matter of trust and time, then. He would open up eventually, I just had to be patient. And I would be. For now.

My phone buzzed in my pocket at the same time Chris’s did on the table.

“Text from Minho.” Chris said.

“‘Meeting in 15. Be there or miss the fun.’ What in the fuck?” Felix emerged from the back room once more, sporting the same confused look I was sure both Chris and I were.

“Any idea what this is about?” He called in his deep voice.

“Not sure.” I called back as we each grabbed our things.”But if it includes you, it ought to be good.” Felix posted the sign on his door saying he was temporarily closed and locked the door behind us.

The restaurant had a peaceful quality to it when it was fully closed like this. Before the hustle of people came in to disrupt it, the quiet of what I knew could be a symphony of chaos was gratifying. The silent buzzing of the ice machine and humming of the upper vent was as quiet as it could get. Sometimes when a shift was particularly busy, I would simply sit in the silence after I was done with the closing paperwork. I cherished it when I could. It was a rare calm.

The sun waxing into it’s position higher in the sky, I was surprised more of our staff wasn’t late. Well, not really. Han, Felix, Chris, and I walked into the room to see Changbin and Minho talking quietly into their phones. Seungmin was resting his head on his arms, eyes closed with soft snores emitting from him. Hyunjin and Jeongin were the only ones missing.

The younger burst through the door with three minutes to spare, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. Changbin hung up whatever conversation he was having to tease him. He never missed a chance to do so.

“Didn’t even have time to brush your hair?” He whisper-shouted. He ruffled the younger boy's hair even more, earning a groan from Jeongin. “Innie, you know better than this. I raised you better.” Jeongin squirmed out from under him.

“I know, I know.” He tried desperately running his fingers through his hair to repair whatever damage had been done.

“Geez, Innie. Didn’t I tell you to always bring a brush with you everywhere?” Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere with a brush in hand and was holding it out to him. Jeongin took it and hurriedly ran it through his locks. All of my boys in casual clothes was a sight to behold, usually at least one of them was in work attire. But they were each dressed like they normally would be, in some variation of denim, slacks, sweaters, tanks, and tshirts. It felt like a family meeting of sorts.

“Someone wake up Seungmin before I do.” Minho strolled back to the group, his hands now in his pockets. I searched for any sign of what this meeting could be about, but his face gave nothing away. All I could gather was that he wasn’t angry, which was always good. As Hyunjin roused Seungmin awake, we all gathered around Minho like ducklings, each taking seats around him. Chris grabbed a seat next to me, brushing our knees together as we sat. I snuck him a glance before we all turned to him. Once Minho was sure he had all of our attention, he began again. “I just got off the phone with my father, who has just told me that we have had a record-breaking year sales-wise and he would like to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few years. So, he has bought us a very nice, very fancy, four-day beach vacation, starting today.” Whoops and yells of joy rang through the empty room, bouncing off the walls and echoing around us. Some of the boys were hugging each other, others were clapping each other on the back, it was a nice ruckus to see. All I could do was smile while I looked back to Minho, who couldn’t hide his own pride in his team.

I knew his father wouldn’t have come to this conclusion on his own. Minho didn’t like to express it outwardly, but this was as much his family as his actual one. Sometimes, I thought even more so. He cared about each of us like we were his own. He fought for us when it was needed and had our backs when it wasn’t. He trusted us and encouraged the best from us without even knowing it. This was as much his gift to us as his father’s.

Minho called for quiet. “I haven’t even told you the best part.” That pride I had seen had been replaced with something else, something more sinister. “You all have an hour to pack and be back here or you’re getting left behind. Go!” The scrambling to leave was pure chaos, everyone trying to get out the doors at the same time. I stayed put as everyone left, waiting for the rush to calm until there was only myself and Minho left. He was sitting quietly, now letting his softness out since everyone was gone. I stood to follow the rest to leave but something stopped me from opening the door. I turned back to Minho.

“How much convincing did it take?” He didn’t look away from his phone, but his smile remained.

“More than it should have, but they’ve earned it. They work hard so it’s about time.” He finally realized I wasn’t moving. “You better go start packing, I know how long you can take.”

“You wouldn’t leave me behind.” It was meant to be serious, but came out more breathy and high-pitched than I meant. He glanced at me from beneath his brows, like he certainly would. I tilted my head with a smirk. He relented with a breathy laugh and returned to his phone, bringing his finger to his lips and waved me off.

Exactly fifty-eight minutes later, all nine of us were standing around the parking lot, baggage scattered around the gravel. Debating who would travel with whom for the two hour car ride, the discussion was going a whole lot of nowhere. Han was whining that he didn’t want to ride with Changbin, who was cackling and dragging him off towards his vehicle with frightening strength. Felix, being the softy he was, bounced towards the two with his freshly-dyed hair fluffing out in the wind and volunteered to ride with them. Han pursed his lips and crossed his arms and eventually followed Felix into the awaiting car. Minho was leaning against his own, waiting for everyone else to figure out where they were riding while checking his watch every so often. Hyunjin was sitting in the passenger seat while Seungmin was climbing into the back before Minho could protest. Jeongin was the last one to decide, standing between all of the vehicles, his head bouncing from one to the next before deciding Minho’s car was the safest.

“You guys take all the time you need, I’m driving myself in case you lot annoy me to the point where I want to come home.” I strolled over to Minho, who sent me the address with a wink. I typed it into my maps and opened my car door to slide inside, my tshirt and jean shorts catching the eye of someone who scanned me up and down as he oh so casually made his way over to my car, eyes going left and right to see if anyone would find him and call him out.

Chris flung his bag in my backseat and slid into my passenger side seat before anyone could notice, quickly picking up his phone to give the appearance that he’d been there the whole time. He flipped his hat backwards to heighten the effect.

“Oh would you look at that?” He said nonchalantly, face still buried in his phone. “I seem to have found myself in your car. Oh well. Guess I’m riding with you.” A slow smirk grew on those plush lips as he continued to scroll, a matching one on mine as I took up the wheel. Car after car rolled out of the parking lot as we followed them out onto the interstate. A comfortable silence fell over us as he took over my speakers, filling it with his own music taste. I hadn’t been able to get the thought of his music setup out of my head since we helped him unpack at Minho’s, how complex the setup had seemed. It looked as if he had been gathering equipment for a while, gaining enough knowledge to know what was the best quality.

“Trade one secret talent for another?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He looked at me like I had suggested we crash the car. Then slowly, he shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

“Fine, but you’re going first.”

“Alright, but the only rule is you can’t look at me or else I’ll lose my nerve.” I let my nervous laughter escape me. I glanced over just in time to see his nod of agreement, his eyes sparkling in interest. “Give me your phone.” He dropped it in my outstretched hand and I pulled up the music app, going straight for my favorite show tune of the moment. The beginning piano keys paired with the familiar percussions of What Baking Can Do from the musical Waitress soundtrack boomed through the speakers. I settled into the familiar headspace I had when I sang, letting the music come through me and pretended I was alone so the threat of nerves wouldn’t threaten my voice. It rarely worked but it was worth a shot. Chris just stared at his hands, unmoving as the tune progressed. It was like he could focus on nothing else while it played, his other senses shutting down as he put all his effort into listening. He listened with his whole body it seemed, every part of him still.

When the song ended, I could only watch the street in front of me, my heartbeat a drum in my chest. It was a thick silence. A small voice that was not mine broke it.

“Am I allowed to look at you now?” I snickered.

“Yes but I make no promises that I’ll be able to do the same.” I hit the steering wheel for emphasis.

“You can really sing.” It was one of those voices he had where you could hear the smile even without looking at him. The flush of blood to my face was immediate.

“Your turn. Lay it on me.” Taken aback at my sudden turn on him, his open grin shifted to one that didn’t reach all the way across his lips. He nodded and returned to his phone, his thumb scrolling through whatever he was doing until a repeating piano key rang through.

“Same rule applies to you. Don’t you dare look at me.” He said, holding up a finger in warning.

“Okay.” The upturned corners of my mouth slowly started to sink as a lilting voice hit my ears. It sounded vaguely familiar, that voice. The lyrics were so sad, playing into the notes of the piano so fluidly. How could I forget? The day you lied to me. The lyrics hit me like water splashed on my face. The overwhelming sadness in what was being laid out in front of me was like a weight settling into my chest and I suddenly understood some of the pain he had been carrying around was all he had to hold onto and this was his way of letting it go, letting it free. His voice was ethereal, his high notes forcing every emotion to the surface.

As the end of the piano faded out, I was speechless. It was as though Chris had told me more than just one secret just now, more than just a passion project he was working on. It felt like a peak into his soul, what drove him and why. It was up to me to decipher just how exactly it affected me but the pieces of the puzzle were there. He would hand them to me, one by one. Eventually. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t have any words.”

“That bad, huh?” He gave me a sheepish smile. I shook my head so quickly my ponytail whacked my neck multiple times.

“No Chris, not at all. It was like…” I tried to put the emotions into words, finding it harder when he was waiting. “It felt like you. I feel like I just got a peek into your mind for the first time. Have you ever shown that to anyone?” He shook his head, keeping his eyes down.

“You’re the first.”

“Oh wow.” I sat fully back in my seat, trying to get oxygen back to my lungs, my brain so I could form coherent thoughts again. “Thank you. For that.”

“Thanks for wanting to hear it.” More silence as the road passed under us.

“Have you ever been to the beach?” He put his phone in his lap and adjusted himself so he was staring out the window without straining himself. He sighed.

“I grew up near one actually. My mom would take me and my sisters all the time. I would go with friends when I was young.” I couldn’t quite see his face as he spoke, but the shift in his tone was enough for me to guess what kind of memories it brought up. “I would love coming home with sand in my shoes. The post-beach shower when you’ve been in the sun all day? There’s really nothing like it. Putting on a fresh pair of comfortable clothes too, my mom cooking dinner and my sisters watching TV…” He trailed off, leaving me lost in his memories too. I could see it, him in his cutoff t shirt watching his family be themselves. It was a nice picture. “I miss them. A lot.”

It was the first time he had mentioned his family in the present. Every other time had been in the past, recalling a memory or dream of some kind. He inhaled sharply.

“Is there a way you could visit? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes on the road, my hand itching to grab his in comfort. He turned away from the passing scenery to angle his body towards me.

“I don’t know where they went. They’re off, safe somewhere I hope. I’ve thought about reaching out but everytime I pull up a message box, I lose my nerve and close it again. Over and over, again and again. Year after year.” My arm moved of its own accord as I felt it grab his fingers and lock them. He moved his opposite hand over mine and encased it between his.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” I gave him my best comforting smile. His eyes were beginning to sparkle, the kind of glint when you’re tearing up.

“I want to be ready. I want to tell you everything.”

“But you’re not. And it’s okay. We’ll get there, don’t worry. There’s no rush.” I squeezed his hand. He squeezed right back.

“Thank you.” He brought my hand to his lips and held it there for a few seconds. I couldn’t help the flush this time either. I felt the reaction to let go shoot down my arm but he was having none of it as he held tighter.

“We should probably discuss what we’re going to do about this weekend. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, they’re going to get suspicious.” I nudged his knee with my knuckle, earning a laugh.

“I say as long as we can keep our interactions friendly, there shouldn’t be a problem. But that does push our date back until we get back, which is an awfully long time to wait.” I pursed my lips, thinking.

“Hmm. Yes, indeed it is.”

“Unless I’m allowed to find a quiet moment on this trip to officially ask you to be mine…” A shiver ran down my spine. This man wants me to be his. A cautious grin spread on both of our faces. If I was able to look into his eyes, really look into them, I would’ve been able to see the sincerity in which he meant those words. He would make me his whether he had a moment or not..

“If you can find the perfect moment, I’ll say yes. But it has to be perfect. Okay?” I heard a hushed ‘yes whisper-shouted in victory and beamed.

Hours and pointless, laughter-filled conversations later, we each received the group text from Minho stating the conditions of our arrival. We each would receive our own key, which we would return upon departure. Failure to do so would result in a fee and a ‘serious talking to’ from Changbin. Respecting the property was a must, including but not limited to excessive partying, broken items, or damage to the pool and/or hot tub. Failure to comply would result in a fee and a ‘bitching out’ from Minho.

“Looks like we’re definitely reaching beach city.” I said. After hours of passing nothing but trees and winding roads, we finally came upon a small town with pastels and different hues of beige lumps for houses, all ranging from single shacks to sand castles in their own right. They all were characterized with their own charms, a garden of rose bushes in front of one, surfboards leaning against most of them.

“Do you surf?” I asked while I had the thought.

“I used to. I haven’t in years though. I was never good at it.”

“Of course you do.” I said under my breath, the hint of yearning in his voice not lost on me. He seemed good at everything he did, never forthright with his skill though. It had this subtle power of making you want to root for him, no matter what the condition.

The houses were lined along the gravel road on each side, the ocean not too far off. Within walking distance if anyone desired to do so, but far enough that they would be safe from the high tide. Flashes of lime green and yellow houses caught my eye as I drove down the long street, myself and Chris each looking at our respective sides. I recognized Minho's and Changbin’s cars in the distance in front of us, leading the way. Palm trees scattered along each way only added to the cheerful demeanor of the town and with the sun shining so brightly high in the blue, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day for such an occasion.

“I never asked you. Have you ever been to the beach?” He asked while still watching each house pass by.

“Only a few times. I promised myself I would live in a beach house when I was a kid.”

“Ha! I said the same thing.” He squeaked out another laugh. The familiar cars in front of us turned and disappeared behind a cove of trees lining a paved driveway, even more winding and eventually coming up to a gate where the other two cars were parked in front of and the rest of the gang were standing and stretching around them. Minho was punching some numbers into a keypad on a metal pole in front of the elaborate gated way, gold rods interconnecting to keep out strangers. The gate stood before a circular driveway that stood before a tall, three-story house with white railing alongside the middle floor. There was a built-in section off to the side, open for the elements to be enjoyed. The stairs leading up to the front door were painted white, narrowing the closer to the house you got. The black shutters on the windows complimented the gray paint on the house nicely, making for a classic look without taking away from the nature surrounding it. The black metal fence peeked out from the back, hiding what could only be a backyard big enough for the impending shenanigans to come. The house loomed before us, a haven from the outside world and far enough away from everything else that everyone could go as nuts as they wanted to.

Minho coughed very loudly to chase the clammor away and regain the attention as the gates swung inside for us to enter. The chatter died down as we all turned to Minho for further instructions.

“I’m handing out the keys before we get in because once we’re in there, I don’t want to see any of you until dinner. This house is big enough that I should be able to get my wish.” Minho went around to each of us, staring directly into each person’s eyes as he handed them out. “Any damage done to this place will result in the repairs coming out of your own pockets. If it doesn’t need repairing, I don’t want to hear about it. Now be gone.” Most of the boys ran up the twenty or so steps to the front door in a race to claim the best bedroom. Some of them went through the opening in the gate to see what awaited us in the backyard. I just watched them all run around like teenagers, the yelling and shouts of excitement coming from inside and outside.

When all that remained was myself and Minho, we each grabbed our own luggage from our respective cars and dragged it up the stairs.

“What’re the dinner plans?” He smirked at me.

“I’m planning on holding a tournament and the loser has to go grocery shopping for us all.” I nodded, amusement taking over my features. As we entered the main floor, my jaw dropped.

The opening room was enormous. Open floor plan with a kitchen in the back corner, a door to the open attachment I noticed earlier had an outdoor eating area and a grill that I’m sure would be occupied come dinner time. An island sat in the middle, marble countertops lining the walls with the dark wooden cabinets above. The fridge was a double-doored mountain that was tucked into its place in the wall, just jutting out enough for us to access it. If I turned my head further right, I could see the huge indoor dining table, enough to seat ten and making it a perfect fit for all of us. The windows on the walls shone on the worn tabletop, showing the years of wear and tear and proving the space was lived in. The chairs were perfectly in place, showing the others hadn’t messed with it yet.

Turning my head to my left to the open lounging area was when my already opened mouth fell all the way down. The soft light green walls wrote the perfect invitation to cool off in the area, the dark wood framed couches and white cushions adding to the air of comfort. The plus white rug was centered in the middle of the room, outlined by the matching smaller couch and end tables in each corner. Everything was facing the huge television mounted on the wall with every gaming system on trend since the early 1990s sitting beneath it on the low table, waiting to be used. A karaoke machine was amongst them, and I knew who would be the first to pick up the mic.

The pool table was occupied by Chris and Changbin, already setting up the balls for a game for who got the bigger room downstairs. The other ruckus was coming from either set of stairs, shouting and expletives coming from just about everywhere. I followed the string of waterscapes downstairs rather than the shell drawings leading upwards. The walk down was short without my suitcase behind me, unknowingly leaving it behind me as I lowered down to the scene in front of me.

It was a huge basement game room, complete with, what I was told, two bedrooms and a full bathroom. Each room had a trundle bed, sleeping options available for two in the room if needed. The walls were in the same shade of green the living room was, the dark black rattan couches tucked away into a small corner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to who was coming down though, too busy playing the old Pac-man game and Street Fighter stations in the corner or the basketball set-up close by. Hyunjin was cheering Jeongin on at Pac-man and Minho had taken over Street Fighter, quiet compared to Hyunjin’s loud cheering. Han was shooting baskets to his heart’s content as I walked over to him to inform him of my discovery. His eyes shot open and his brows upwards.

“Where is it?!” He shouted, bolting up the stairs now towards the karaoke machine. “How did I miss it?!”

I chuckled, watching his little legs run as fast as they could before the music playing at full volume masked Hyunjin’s cheers, even when he was a foot away from my ears. I looked back over to Innie, who was completely consumed by his game, his tongue poking out between his teeth. His concentration was admirable sometimes. I glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the room and all it had to offer before going back upstairs to the music and Han’s very loud voice.

The sunlight was peeking in through the sliding doors, left open just a crack as more voices were coming in. I followed them out to see Felix and Seungmin in a small hot tub, big enough for a few people. The thought struck me that if all of us were to attempt to get in, it would definitely be a tight squeeze. Some people might even have to sit on the edges.

“How are you guys not boiling up in the heat?” I asked, my brows raised.

“The heat takes a minute. Now it’s just lukewarm water with jets.” Seungmin replied, eyes never opening with his head resting on the side, facing the burning sun. Felix was across from him in a similar position.

“Okay, well, don’t forget sunscreen or you’ll roast like a chicken.” I poked back through the way I came out, Felix’s ‘thank you, MOM!’ making me shake my head and smile.

Back inside, Chris and Changin had paused their game to watch Han’s performance, intermittently laughing when he did something funny. Which was always. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’s eyes disappearing while he watched Han sing. He looked relaxed for the first time since he started with us. His hat was still backwards, probably so that he could see to shoot the cue balls straight but now, it was for watching Han do anything and everything to keep them looking at him. I stood and watched him for a second, leaning against the sliding doors behind me as Jeongin appeared from downstairs.

“I heard singing and I came up.”

“And?” I teased. Jeongin gave me a knowing look and came closer to whisper to me.

“And Hyunjin kicked me off when I lost.” I nodded.

“You guys have fun with this, I’m going to see where the biggest bedroom is and steal it. Jeongin nodded and I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs where it was quiet.

These stairs were softer, carpeting leading the way from the hardwood floors below. The stairs ended with a long hallway with several doors on each side, each leading to a bedroom with a different color theme. The first door on my left had a bunk bed and bathed in navy blue. Pictures of Sailboats littered the walls and a dark wood dresser stood beside a small closet with a small lamp on top. The room diagonal to that on on my right was cascaded in yellow, with a queen size bed in the middle. No dresser, but a TV on the wall and a closet tucked in the corner. I made a mental note about this room and moved on to the next. A large King sized bed was in the pink-painted room next door, complete with a flowery comforter on the top and pink and white pillows. This room had two dressers and no closet, with a small television propped on top of the closest to the bed. The last room was a light blue just like the first, bunk beds and no TV. I knew that would cause a problem later, which would have some very funny consequences.

The last few doors were full bathrooms, totaling three. There would be plenty of beds but the bathrooms would have to be shared. Good thing these boys were so used to sharing…

The screen door at the very end of the hall led to the porch outside, where old wooden rocking chairs were placed to look at the ocean and the streets not-that-far off. It was a perfect getaway. Minho’s feather found a great place, although I wasn’t sure it was him who found it after all. Minho had a way of knowing things that he shouldn’t. It was a secret talent of his. The breeze touched my cheek, gently bringing the smell of the water with it. I had to close my eyes and take it all in. Having a moment to myself, I was able to finally go through my thoughts and how I felt about the one person who was on my mind constantly.

How come he finally snapped? What was it about that moment that compelled him to tell me his true feelings? It wasn’t like he never had the chance before. There had been… moments. But I assured he was just trying to get to know me? Could those have been when he was trying to show me how he felt? There was so much to try and decipher with him. But for now, that could wait until we got back into the city. I took down my hair to let it breathe in the air and took one last look at the scenery before going inside to claim the yellow bedroom for myself.

It wasn’t until I heard the stomps soften on the carpet while I was unpacking that everyone else had the same thought I had. Different clamors happening in each room, fights over the bunk beds, which drawers they would get, and so on. Jeongin popped his head into my room and looked around, eyes wide.

“You were smart to get up here first. Although with you being the only girl, I’m sure everyone else would’ve given you your own room anyways.”

“Who’s fighting out there?” I walked over to the doorway towards the commotion to see Han and Chanbin on the top and bottom bunks of the dark blue room while Hyunjin and Seungmin debated with Felix over who got the top bunk down the hall. Hyunjin had his eyes closed on the bottom, interjecting everytim Seungmin would say something.

“I’ll just cuddle up to Hyunjin then.” Felix’s blue head dove for Hyunjin, who’s eyes flashed open just in time to see him coming and scream. A few kicks of the blanket and grumbles, Felix’s head was attached to Hyunjin’s shoulder and Hyunjin’s face had dropped into a set expression, begrudgingly accepting what was happening. Seungmin had climbed on the top bunk and settled.

“You guys know there’s beds downstairs, right?” They blinked back at me, bewildered that I dare suggest such a thing. I threw my hands up in defense and backed out slowly to investigate further down the hall.

Minho had taken over the pink room with the biggest bed, his bag open and spread out to claim his territory and literally growling at anyone who dared come more than two steps into the room. Chris and Changbin were looking at all the occupied rooms and turned to each other.

“Looks like we’ve got the downstairs all to ourselves.” Changbin clapped him on the shoulder as Chris gave me a knowing look that seemed to say ‘you got a room to yourself?’ I just shrugged and smirked at him. He shot one back, having the same thought.

“If everyone is done fighting over sleeping arrangements that you all know will change over the course of the next few days, meet downstairs!” I shouted and headed down the stairs, closing the door to my room behind me. Some followed, some didn’t. It was a funny picture actually, like a mother duck and her ducklings crossing the road.

We fanned out in the sitting area, waiting for the rest of them to follow and take their own bags to the rooms they had chosen. When everyone had done so and gathered in the sitting area on the middle floor, Minho stood in front of them like he was ready to present something to a room full of business colleagues.

“We’re having a tournament downstairs for dinner. Loser buys and shops for groceries for the whole weekend and takes one victim with them.” He looked around for any objection, finding none, and went downstairs.

“Minho, what are we playing?” Han asked, the echoes bouncing off the walls of the stairwell.

“Basketball.” Minho responded without turning, finding the bottom floor and heading straight for the propped game in the corner.

“But I’m no good at sports…” Han grumbled. “Why can’t we do the karaoke machine instead?” He finished under his breath. Chris clapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, little buddy. There has to be someone worse than you.” I could only picture the eye Han was giving him.

“Alright losers. Line up. Any order, I don’t care. Stop pushing him, Changbin.” Hyunjin stepped up first and with all the elegance and grace he had stored in his skinny little body, he sunk it right in. Everyone ooohh’d and ahhh’d appropriately as he walked away with a very cocky smile. I flicked his forehead as he passed me.

“Stop that.” I joked. “You’ll get a big head.”

“I got it in first try!” He whined, holding his hands to his forehead. “No fair.”

Jeongin went next, missing and looking at Minho nervously.

“You haven’t lost yet. We still need to see who else misses.” Minho’s words reassured him and he went back in line. Changbin sunk his, as did Chris. Seungmin missed and looked at Jeongin.

“We can go together, I don’t mind.” Jeongin looked hopeful to have a willing victim.

Minho went next and sunk it in, going back to leaning on the wall to watch everyone. I was next. I blamed my sweaty hands and the multitude of eyes looking at me for how badly I missed at such a close range, and I went to stand with the rest of the losers. Han, to his and everyone else’s surprise, made his shot. He turned, an equally shocked expression on all of our faces, his mixed with delight. His arms flung up in the air and he paraded down the line, collecting high fives from all of us. Felix missed his shot, shrugged, and stood with the rest of us, queuing up to go again. Jeongin fiddled with the ball, looking nervous. Minho watched him.

“Do I have to cook too?” Minho shook his head. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief and sunk the ball. A huge smile spread across his face as he joined the winners, more high fives going around. Seungmin shot again and missed. He turned back, looking more annoyed than anything. Felix took his turn next and made it. He danced to the other side of winners. I looked at Seungmin.

“Minnie? Will you come with me when I lose?” He smiled at me and nodded. I stared down the menacing hoop with a net, took another breath, and made the shot. My mouth fell open. “Since you said yes, I’ll say yes too.” I let Seungmin look at the others before volunteering to go with him. He shook me off.

“No, you stay with the heathens. I’m taking Hyunjin since he wanted to be cocky about it.” All the boys turned to see Hyunjin’s shocked face and bursted out laughing. Seungmin did the smart thing and took off up the stairs before Hyunjin started chasing after him, passing by in a blur of blonde hair.

“Kim Seungmin, you will pay for this!”

After the two boys left with a laundry list of groceries to get, the others spread back out to explore the house for themselves. I went to the back yard, complete with a small pool and a soccer goal. The trees provided just enough shade to cover the pool from the beating of the sun. A small shed in the back equipped with what I could only assure to be pool floaties and maintenance things. After about three seconds of contemplation, I rushed back to my haven upstairs to put on the only swimsuit I owned. A plain black two-piece with simple straps going over my shoulders was all the appeal I could muster, knowing the boys around me (except one) had seen me in it before. That didn’t help the feeling of slight anxiety as I pulled the bottoms on and grabbed a big tshirt to walk around in and rushed back to the pool, Jeongin and Felix asking where I was going from their spot at the pool table.

“There’s a pool outside! Come on!” They glanced at each other and raced to put their suits on as well. I opened the door leading to the back and walked down the matching stairs to the grass waiting for me at the bottom, trekking through it to dip my toe into the water. It was just the perfect balance of cool for anyone wanting to jump in. The breeze wafting, casting a chill on my skin despite the warm summer air. I was just about to walk down the ladder when I heard a screech behind me and feet rushing on the grass. A flash of blue and blonde hair, the two boys grabbed their legs to their chest, and shouted “Cannonball!”

“Felix!” I shouted, bracing my rms before my face to stop whatever I could. Of course it was useless. My mouth fell open at them both, shock still evident. My tongue poked through my cheek, the smirk growing. “You both are gonna get it now.” I dashed for the shed five feet away and flung open the doors to find that I was right. Deflated floaties littered the floor as well as old crates of… There. I grabbed one and hid it behind my back, moving as slowly as I could nearer to the water without bringing attention to myself. I lowered the water gun to the water to fill it, and aimed at that blue head. I hit him square in the back of his wet head.

“Ah!” His hand flung to the back of his head, spinning to find where the surprise attack came from. We locked eyes, both of us smiling.

The yells echoed throughout the house, causing the rest of the boys to see what all the ruckus was about. Seeing the water fight that started caused a flurry of them running back inside to get their own suits and they emerged, one by one. Changbin asked where I got the water gun and I pointed him in the direction of the house and I took what cover I could behind the childrens playhouse. Teams were selected and lines were drawn. Friend turned on friend.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hours later, showered and clothed, I had brought the boys to repair their temporarily burned bridges and put on a movie. Felix had started a cuddle-puddle, all the boys had piled on top of themselves and refused to get up, even with the extra seats I brought them. Sometimes it was a nice reminder how close they had become, how much of a family we all had grown to be. Moreso a family than my actual family. And I knew most of them would say the same.

Chris had found himself on the outskirts of the pile, begrudgingly having Han’s head on his arm and eyes glued to the movie. From my place on the comfy chair, I was able to look at them, really look at all of them. The faces I knew as well as my own, and the one I was getting to know.

His face was blank when he was concentrating. And when he concentrated a little too hard, his lips would purse ever so slightly. His eyes would twinkle at whatever he was looking at, and I wondered what he looked like when he made music. The song he showed me still rang through my mind, itching to look deeper into the lyrics and the sadness behind them. If I thought harder about them, the sadder they became. It brought the question to the forefront. What happened to you? Who hurt you? The longer I had these thoughts, the more I watched him. He seemed relaxed. No trace of anything dark beneath that dark curly hair. He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned his head just enough to see me. His face softened, a slight smile gracing his features. I shook my head, knowing that someone would catch us locking eyes. I nudged my head back to the television and followed my own gaze, feeling the sear of his eyes on my cheek as I tried my best not to look back at him. My resistance didn’t last long. When I looked back, his smile had grown wider.

This boy will be the death of me…

My thoughts were interrupted by the return of Seungmin and Hyunjin, bags in hand.

“More in the car. If you want anything from them, help us unload.” Heading Hyunjin’s warning, we all picked ourselves up from underneath the blankets and trudged outside, grabbing bags.

“If I had known I would be doing any kind of manual labor, I would’ve stayed home.”

“Han, this barely qualifies as manual labor.” Minho was quick to retort. “And we all know you would’ve blown up all of our phones if we left you behind, BEGGING us to stop and pick you up.”

“‘You guyyyss!! This isn’t fair!’” Changbin pitched his voice up. “‘Come back!’ That’s what you would say and you know it!” Laughter drowned out Han’s whiny protests, insisting he ‘ so does NOT sound like that’ as he followed everyone else up the front stairs.

Dinner was as much chaos as it could’ve been. Changbin got stuck doing dishes, grumbling at the sink. SO much so that he had convinced Chris to help him. I had drifted into the hot tub, letting my back rest on the waterproof cushions lined along the sides. The stars had been particularly bright tonight, and I had found my constellation, even way out here. That little piece of home that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. It was a comfort.

I was brought out of my head with the opening and closing of the sliding door. Felix had come out to join me, back in his suit from before.

“Room for one more?”

“Of course.”

He gently lowered himself across from me, careful not to splash around. When he was settled, he looked down at his hands, pruning from the constant submersion of the day. He seemed quiet. I scanned his face, searching.

“Felix?” He looked up, the low hum of the jets loud in our ears. He sighed. His voice was low, to keep it away from prying ears.

“I just want you to be careful. I don’t know what I would do if he hurt you. I like him, I really do. But just know that I’ll be watching him.” His words of comfort brought a smile to my face.

“You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, Lixie?” He was serious as he nodded. As lightly as I tried to make it, I felt the gravity of his emotions in his words. I didn’t break his gaze. I nodded, thanking him for his watchful eye. He finally smiled back at me, just in time to be distracted by Minho opening the door and climbing in beside me.

“Ahhhhhh.” He sighed and settled in, closing his eyes in relaxation.

“Careful, Minho. The owners will notice if the whole hot tub is missing.” He contorted his face, wordlessly moving his lips. I smacked his arm, making him giggle.

Hyunjin was peeling Minnie’s arms off of him when they came out.

“Get off of me, you’re clingier than plastic wrap.”

“Don’t act like you don’t secretly love it.”

“Seungmin, I will stuff your pillow with leaves tonight. Get away from me.”

Hyunjin sat on my other side and filled his pressed hands with water, threatening it in Seungmin’s direction. Minnie held up his arms and sat across from him on the ledge, calves in the water while the rest of his body was out. Chris came out with Han in tow.

“You would tell me if my voice sounded like that, wouldn’t you?” Chris was fighting a smile, nodding his head in doing whatever he could to get him to focus on anything else. Hyunjin pulled Han down beside him, Han hissing at the sudden shock to his system with the hot water. Chris picked a spot beside Felix, sitting on the edge of the tub and quickly eyed me. His eyes stopped for a second too long on my exposed neckline before flickering back up to my face. My arms shot up to cover as much of myself as I thought I could, giving him the most incredulous look I could muster. He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

I picked up my phone from the space behind Minho and sent a text.

Me: Whatcha lookin at?

Chris: …busted.

I giggled to myself. My thumbs were hovering over the keyboard when another text appeared.

Chris: Water’s never been so cruel

I shook my head again. Bringing my eyes back to the group, I couldn’t help finding him looking back at me. I wagged my finger at him, small movements so no one would sense it. He was smiling at me, warmer than the water I was chest-deep in. I’d never seen someone’s eyes shine like that. Especially looking at me. No one had looked at me like that before.

Changbin had finished the dishes and was now climbing into the center of the tub, splashing everyone and bringing our attention back to the group. We all had a good laugh at his antics and the night passed on with subtle glances and a racing heartbeat.

Retiring to my room was met with protests and attempts at convincing me to stay.

“Come on, you’ll miss Jeongin getting his ass whooped at Pac-Man!”

“As much fun as that sounds, Hyunjin, I think this mother needs her beauty rest. Think of it this way: I get sleep and a break from all of you for a few hours, and I don’t have to kill you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

I walked away to a few grumbles, laughing and shaking my head once more. I savored the quiet of the house, the creaking of the stairs as I climbed. I shut my door and changed into my pants and big shirt again, determined to force my heart to slow down before I could fall asleep. All my thoughts were of him, the way he kept glancing my way, how my body would react to him, my pulse quickening. If I had any shot of sleeping tonight, I needed to distract myself properly. I shuffled through the shows on TV, found a classic and let it play. I watched until I couldn’t fight my eyelids anymore.

I was in and out, the light on the bedside table keeping me out of a deep sleep. I thought I had dreamed of my door opening, but the creaks were too familiar. I fluttered my eyes open to see Chris shutting my door, his back turned to me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice was heavy with sleep, not coming out in full force.

“Changbin snores like a lawn mower. You can hear throughout the whole floor. I’ll be out of here before everyone else wakes up.” His sheepish smile told me he was going out on a limb, trying his luck upstairs. With me.

“This doesn’t mean I’m letting you in my bed! Sleep on the floor. There’s more blankets in the closet.” He pouted, glancing from the closet back to me, back to the closet. “Ugh. Fine.” I flung the comforter open, letting him in. “But only because I’m cold.”

He practically danced over towards the bed before snuggling in. I turned my back towards him, not letting him see the grin begging to be let out.

“Well, if you’re cold, then I should help with that.” He flicked off the light and scooted closer, making the bed dip the closer he got. “You know, because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Oh, you’re such a nice guy, huh? Yeah, okay.” My laughs came out more as scoffs.Then out of nowhere, strong arms, arms I had seen and imagined against my will, snaked around my waist. My back hit his chest as he closed the open space, and his body hit me like a heat wave and lulled me into the best sleep I’d had in years. No energy left to read into what he meant by this action, or any of his actions of the day. None left to think about what this could mean. Just body heat and a comfort I had never known.

Until I heard through the distance of my subconscious a creak of my bedroom door. I fought the sunlight coming in through the window until I couldn’t and opened my eyes. Chris’s arms were still around me, his faint snores close to my ears. It took a minute for my still-sleeping brain to realize that the door creak I heard hadn’t been in my dream. My neck moved to see Minho, hand still on the doorknob, staring at Chris’s arm.

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 1 year ago

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THE HONEYMOON

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

THE HONEYMOON

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson-Barber (OFC)

Summary: It’s time for their honeymoon.

Warnings: this is fluff and porn! So buckle up kids! If you are not 18, please DO NOT READ THIS.

A/N: I research the flights and when it is a direct flight, the estimate time from Massachussets to the Bahamas is 3 hrs. and 30 minutes. It’s more if you take a not non-stop flight. The rest of the information related to the hotel it’s totally made out hahahaha.

Word count: 1380

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Sebastian was driving to the airport, with Sharon on his side and the Barbers on the back.

“Are you sure you guys can handle Jake for a week?” Annie said concerned.

“Of course we can!” Sharon said.

“I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about him.” Annie said looking at Sebastian.

“Hey, I’m good with kids.”

“Since when?” Andy asked.

“Since always! Just have a little fate, we can handle him. We will have fun, right Jake?” looking through the rare mirror.

“Can I juf stay wif uncle Tom?” Jake asked.

“Traitor! Come on! We’re all going to be fine.” Sebastian said as they arrived to the airport.

Everyone got out of the car, Sebastian helping Andy with their bags. While Jake held Sharon’s hand.

“Alright, Jake. Behave and do everything they say, ok?” Andy said.

“Yes, daddy.” And then hugged his dad. “You come soon?”

“Just 7 days, buddy. Say bye to mommy.”

The little kid ran to Annie and hugged her tight.

“I miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, baby. Don’t do anything naughty.” She kissed his cheek and then whispered to him, “Maybe a little mischief won’t hurt.” The boy giggled in his hand.

Andy and Annie walked into the airport and headed to the gate Andy said. Annie didn’t know where they were going. Beside the song the dance in their wedding, Andy begged her now wife to left him choose the destination for their honeymoon, and of course, not telling her the place. He was nice enough to tell her what to pack, and since he said bathing suits, Annie assumed it was a place with a beach.

“Passengers of the Flight BA333, with destination to the Bahamas is now boarding in gate 19. Passengers of the Flight BA333, with destination to the Bahamas is now boarding in gate 19.” The voice a woman was heard on the speaker.

“That’s us.”

“We’re going to the Bahamas?”

“Yeah!”

“Never been there before!” She said excited.

“Me neither.” Andy took his backpack, “Let’s go.”

They boarded the plane and at 7 p.m. they took off. Annie nap most of the flight, while Andy opted for reading a book and glance at his wife as she cutely mumble in her sleep.

It was around 10:30 when they landed, and by the time they went out of the airport a car from the hotel was already waiting for them. The happy couple arrived to The Royal at Atlantis Resort nearly at 11:45.

Once in the hotel the receptionist welcomed them and after signing some papers, she gave Andy the key of their room. The bellboy showed them the way and helped them with their bags. The number 550 was on the door. The man at the front of the open the door and let them in.

“Welcome to the Royal.”

The room was huge, it had a kitchen, a dining table, a small living are, a balcony with a view to the ocean that right at that hour was lighted by the moon light.

“Oh, my god!” Annie run to the balcony feeling the breeze on her face, “This is amazing!”

“And wait till you see it in the morning, ma’am. The view is incredible.”

“I bet!” She then run towards the room. A king size bed with a fluffy white comforter, she let herself fall, “I love it!”

Andy gave the man a tip, and he left them alone. When Andy walked into the room Annie was sitting on the corner of the bed giving little jumps.

“This is comfy.”

“Yeah?” Andy said walking towards her.

“Mhm.” Andy leaned in and kissed her, taking her breath away. “Nice view too.” She said not taking her eyes off of him.

“I agree.” And kissed her again. He tried to lay her down the bed, but she pushed him.

“Wait. I bought something nice to wear tonight.”

“You are the nice thing I wanna wear tonight.” He said playfully.

“I mean it. Can you wait for a bit while I change?”

“Argh, fine.”

Annie sprung from the bed, took her suitcase and headed to the bathroom.

“Get yourself comfortable while I change.” She winked at him.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Andy stripped his clothes leaving only his black boxer briefs on. And sat on the bed against the headboard.

A couple of minutes later passed and Annie finally came out of the bathroom. Her wavy hair framing her face, she was wearing a white lace babydoll, completely see-through, a white vow on each of her shoulders. Andy could he her naked form underneath, no bra, no panties.

“Wow.” Andy said and Annie smiled to him.

“I knew you’ll like it.”

“I love it. Come here.”

Annie walked towards the bed and made her way to her side of the bed. As soon as she got comfortable Andy kissed her. Soft and slow, his mouth exploring hers. His tongue dancing along with hers. His hand went to her waist and pull her closer to his body.

They slid down on the bed until Andy was on top of her. His kisses trailed a path down her neck, while his hand caressed her thigh. This went for a couples of minutes, Annie’s arousal growing with each minute that passed. She loved when Andy kiss her neck, she became putty in his hand whenever he did it.

“Andy…” She breathily moan.

He pulled the fabric that was covering her breasts. His mouth immediately found her nipple and suck on it. The pebble begin for attention on his mouth. He licked and bit the small nub and the flesh around it. He alternate his ministrations in each of her breast.

“Mmmmm.”

Annie took his hand on hers, and took his fingers in her mouth, sucking softly on the digits. She places his hand between her legs. His middle finger sliding up and down her slit. He kept his movement until he stopped right where her clit was, making slow circles on it.

“Oh god.” Annie move her hips to match Andy’s movement and he kissed her as her pussy grew wetter.

He place himself between her legs, her glossy slit begging to be touched. He parted her lips looking at her arousal covering her hole. His lips attached to her clit pulling out a loud moan form Annie. His tongue lap at her juices, the tip of his tongue poking her hole slightly as his nose bopped in her clit.

“God, please.”

He sucked on her clit again while his fingers rubbed circles in her entrance.

“Oh god!” Annie’s hips moved harder and faster. ANDY!” and she came against Andy’s face.

He moved to be on top of her and between her legs. She felt his hard clothed cock against her bare pussy. She touched him through his boxers, he felt hot and heavy. Her fingers hook in the elastic of his boxers pulling them down until his dick sprung free. Annie grabbed his cock and pump it slow, feeling his entire length in her hand. The head hitting her entrance but never breaking through. Andy’s kisses became sloppier as she jerk him off. Soon the movement stop and Annie placed his tip on her entrance indicating Andy she was ready for him to take her, so he pushed.

They moaned into each other’s mouths and Andy silenced her with a kiss.

His hips began to move, his cock coming in and out of her, their moans filling the silence of the night. Andy’s pace increase once he felt her squeezing him.

“Andy, please.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

Their moans became louder and louder as their orgasm approached. Annie’s throw her head back feeling Andy’s cum covering her walls.

Andy stood still inside her while he recovered his breath. When he looked down Annie was staring at her with big doe eyes.

“I love you.” She said softly.

“I love you too.” Andy smiled and lower himself to kiss her and nuzzled his nose against her.

A little after that, Andy moved to his side of the bed. Their naked bodies staring at the ceiling.

“Wanna go again?” Annie asked.

“Yeah!”

Andy moved to be on top of her again making her giggle. It was definitely going to be a long night.

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 2 years ago

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What Turns Me Grinchy

Believe it or not, this post is another love letter to J. It’s just…an unconventional one, I guess, with a cameo appearance from Dr. Seuss’s beloved (?…he’s beloved, right?) Aspiring Christmas Stealer.

I’ve written for over a year here, and for more than 3 years somewhere about what a calm, capable, loving, and wonderful man J is. I’ve written about his compassion and his commitment and how he works so hard and how easy he is to trust (and he deserves that trust) because he’s so concerned with people’s safety and he makes people feel safe. I haven’t really written much explicitly about his quiet confidence, but he does have it and I think that’s heavily implied in most of the things I write about him and in the fictional heroes I’ve created that are inspired by him too.

But even confident, amazing heroes have insecurity sometimes. J’s isn’t anything like my constant, multi-faceted, insidious and invasive insecurity (thank goodness). His hardly ever shows. But each year around the holidays, because of inane holiday marketing, I’m reminded of one place J’s insecurity tends to reveal itself.

J grew up poor. He didn’t grow up ‘not rich’ like me. I mean, I grew up living in an apartment with two working parents who sometimes had $5 left in the bank at the end of the month (and this was with free full time child care from my dad’s parents for me and from ME for my little brother) and openly bickered with each other about whose parents we’d have to move in with when the inevitable happened and we couldn’t make the monthly budget stretch (I was always rooting for my dad’s parents when they were still living for obvious reasons). But we never actually HAD to move in with any of my grandparents (thank goodness…I guess…although honestly, I’d have liked to have lived with my dad’s parents). And my parents never applied for public assistance. J’s family did. A friend of mine online reminded me of this Everclear song the other day, which isn’t totally J, but these lines definitely are…

"I hate those people who love to tell you Money is the root of all that kills. They have never been poor; They have never had the joy of a Welfare Christmas."

J’s dad always worked full time, but his mother was unable to work (she couldn’t drive a car), and J remembers walking to the grocery store and helping his mother do math and count change to pay for the things they needed that SNAP (food stamps) didn’t cover when he was The Boy’s age. He remembers going to free stores to get new winter coats every year. He remembers being on the receiving end of anonymous donations at holiday time…the same anonymous donations we MAKE now for other families.

J does know what a Welfare Christmas feels like.

We live a very comfortable life together now. I mean, we have a life beyond my wildest dreams of what kind of life I could have. If I went back and told my 5 or 15 or even 25 year old self that I’d be living my current life with J, I’d have not believed it. J works hard for us to have a great life, and he takes great pride (and should) in taking care of me and The Boy when it comes to providing us with material and financial security. But I know there are still times he thinks and worries about it.

The first time J met my parents was the day after Christmas in 2003. We’d known each other for almost 4 weeks and had been on 4 dates alone when we went to dinner with my parents at a modest sit-down restaurant (not fast food, but certainly not fancy). My dad picked up the entire check for the party of 5 (my parents, my little brother, who was 14 at the time, and J and me). J thanked my dad sincerely. And when the two of us got into his car alone to drive home, the first thing he said to me was, 'Your dad knows I can buy your dinner, right?’ My dad was trying to be magnanimous and welcoming. Neither of my parents are particularly affectionate people, but they do know how to buy people things as a way of showing approval or 'love.’ I told J this. 'My dad can’t say, 'Nice to meet you,’ like a normal person, but he can buy your dinner. That’s all that meant.’

On our first Valentine’s Day together, J bought me a white gold and diamond chip necklace. I was speechless. I’d never received a gift that nice before, and I loved it…I loved the implied commitment. But I can remember casually mentioning that it was 'a lot.’ I treasure that necklace, and I still wear it out on special occasions. And J bought me an engagement ring and a wedding ring, and another necklace for one Mother’s Day, but he doesn’t buy me jewelry for every gift giving occasion, and I don’t want him to. I think part of the reason he bought me that necklace was to show me that he could. It was mostly the commitment…to show me how seriously he took me and our potential future together. But I think it was at least a little bit, in J’s mind, something to indicate to me what he could do.

Which brings me to the shifty holiday marketing that makes me think about this every year around Christmas (and Valentine’s Day…and Mother’s Day…) All the 'He went to Jared!’ and 'Every kiss begins with Kay’ commercials just grate on me. They turn my Grinch feet ice cold in the snow. I don’t like the implication that women want (read: expect) jewelry for every gift giving occasion and I don’t like the implication that these gifts earn men affection and prove how much they love the women in their lives/are indicators of what kind of partner they are/can be. Those things aren’t true. At least it’s not true for me as a woman. And I know many men who can and do buy jewelry regularly who don’t show their partners respect or affection regularly. I’m not trying to judge jewelry negatively here. I just don’t like the marketing implication that an expensive gift = love.

And I know that despite all the progress made in the past 60 years or so with debunking gender expectations, men are still conditioned to believe that financially providing for their partner is a requirement, and it can still cause insecurity. And particularly in the world we currently live in, where it’s hard for so many people to get the basic things they need like food and shelter and clean water and health care, we are extremely fortunate to live with as much comfort and security as we have. I know men still feel pressure to buy expensive things for their partners as gifts. Things that mass marketing tells them are 'romantic.’ Buying her that stand mixer you know she’s gonna use every week is sexist, but buying her a diamond says you love her. Taking her to the book store to get a hot cocoa and a book or two from the paperback sale rack is cheap; take her to the jewelry store and let her pick something out there instead…

My kisses don’t begin with Kay. J doesn’t have to buy me a new life. I love the life we’re already living. About 5 Christmases ago, J asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told him I couldn’t think of anything; I already have everything; he’d given me everything but the kitchen sink. And he bought me a new kitchen sink (really…engineers are wicked literal…and J is kind of a smart ass…but my kitchen sink is really nice, for real). In all seriousness, I hope J knows that while I am grateful for and appreciate how hard he works for our comfortable life…and that he’s now given me everything INCLUDING the kitchen sink, I’d still love him even if he couldn’t buy my dinner at a non-fast food restaurant. He provides my soul security with his consistent love. That’s what I want to keep getting for Christmas every year. He can’t buy that in any store.

“And what happened then? Well, in Whoville, they say That the Grinch’s small heart grew 3 sizes that day.”

I love that guy. <3

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milky-aeons · 8 months ago

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— SING A SOUNDLESS SONG

౨ৎ . . . in which prince GOJO SATORU must keep quiet in lieu of his lover's surprise guests.

warnings: m!reader, prince!reader, aladdin!au, established relationship, swearing, bondage, gag-play, gag-speech, exhibitionism, mentions of marriage, sexual content, oral giving (m!reader), mdni, w.c 3.8k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ supernatural — ariana grande ꒱ ˎˊ-

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 of Agrabah boasted extreme temperatures at this time of year. Solace from the scorching rays could only be reached in shaded corners, at the banks of the River Jordan, or behind the walls of small settlements with their tarps pulled shut. There was never many citizens to see out on the cobbled streets at high noon.

But in this throne room, one of the many stray guards thought, a cold lick of sweat trickling down his back, one would not think they resided in the sunny Middle East. But, perhaps, an igloo in the Antarctic.

"You are showing improper manners when in the company of your Sultan, son and prince of mine."

"Eh, that so? Go tell someone who cares."

Chasing after those drawled words was a harsh pop when the prince cracked his neck. He rubbed the spot soothingly, then rolled his head the other way, hoping to do the same.

Every soldier lining the golden walls shared a wayward look. From high up on the platform with which he sat; the Sultan — His Majesty, the Ruler of these lands — twitched his eyebrow.

"Really. You do understand I could have your head right this moment. Delivered to me on a golden platter?" He hissed at his son. When there was no reaction from the troublesome prince, the Sultan's temper flared — he shot to his feet, red-faced, and barked, "Satoru!"

Prince Satoru grumbled at the shrill voice splitting the air. He sunk down deeper into the lounge, as if hoping it would swallow him whole and release him from whatever the hell this was meant to be.

"Oi, oi, old man," He griped, digging a finger into his ear. "You sure yellin' like that is good for you, right now? You could keel over at any second, ya'know?"

Metal clanged softly as each of the soldier's guard shifted to grip their sabres — their Sultan was livid; he was flushed and fuming and looked just about ready to mete out an execution warrant. For his own son. Their muscles tensed, nerves on fire. Because of course, they would obey anything and everything their Majesty ordered of them as sworn militants to his hand.

But everyone in Agrabah's fine Palace walls knew that fighting the Prince Gojo Satoru was a losing battle before it could even begin.

To their relief, the stout Sultan let out a long, grieved sigh, and sunk back down onto his perch.

"Must you make every conversation a task with you?" He grumbled, rubbing a beringed hand down his face.

Satoru's face stretched into a smile. "And lose the fun of riling you up? Not a chance."

Prince Satoru leaned up and bowed his body into a stretch. Decorative chains, golden pendants and all other jewellery this royal was adorned with clinked together through the movement. He collapsed onto the cushions once more. "So?" He moaned. "You didn't drag me all the way to the throne room just'a scold me. Whaddya want?"

"What I want," His father spat, emphasising the word like it was venom. "Is to talk about your nuptial duties you have been conveniently ignoring."

"Don't know what you're talkin' about." Satoru hummed. His eyes had wandered to the great furry beast that had taken interest to prowl his way. Striped and deadly — one of the many Palace pets butted his head into Satoru's palm when he held it out affectionately. "Neither does Rajah, actually." He added, gesturing to the massive tiger that had curled up at his feet.

A cool stare was all he was answered with. When the Sultan spoke again, it was dripping with impatience, "You may play the fool all you wish, boy, but the fact will always stand that you are to take this throne one day. And for that to be a smooth, successful transition, you must show unity. You must take a partner to make your ruler, alongside you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm already one step ahead of ya there" Satoru said. "I've already got my someone, don't I?"

"If who you refer to is that low-life prince you have been rolling in the sand with—"

"Oi." Satoru raised his voice. The single syllable carried the impact of a whipcrack. "Watch it, old man."

But the Sultan surged forward. "You can not possibly believe to take the throne with a prince from such a disgraceful family as your—!"

BANG!

The sound of the lounge chair hitting the floor jarred everyone in the throne room; even those most seasoned in battle gave a flinch. Rajah hissed and growled; one poor maiden had become so startled she let the palm leaf she had been using to fan her Majesty clatter to the stone tiles below.

Satoru stood to his unbelievable towering height. All the fine robes and silks he wore draped over his body exposed flesh that tightened in rage. He practically vibrated. And his eyes — how they blazed. A radiant blue fire that contested with droplet sapphires hanging draped around his waist.

He glared up at the Sultan, his voice like a winter storm, "Let another fucking word come out of your wrinkly mouth about him and see what happens. Go on. I dare ya."

Perilous silence fell and settled against everyone's shoulders. No one dared move — which emboldened Satoru to take a step forward, raising his chin in that brave gesture he always had since he was but a fledgling boy.

"That's what I thought. Now, why don't I make somethin' clear? When you finally cough one too many times and bite the dust — it will be me that sits up on that throne, and it will be him who stands by my side. It's gonna be him that all those civilians bow down to; who they marvel and respect. And not because of what family he was popped out of — but because he is just that fuckin' awesome. There's nothin' that's gonna change my mind. Either I take him to be my husband, or walk and leave your Palace empty and dusty. Do I make myself damn clear?"

Perhaps it was because he was too stunned at his son's gall that the Sultan refused to answer — his dark eyes wide and startled, his lips twitching with words but no sound. Or, perhaps it was because this ruler had realised something; that he was a fool. An oblivious fool for not noticing sooner how deep his heir's relationship stretched with the prince residing on the other side of the River Jordan, and what repercussions it was bound to have.

"Good." Satoru chirped when no one spoke a word, his expression suddenly sweet and silly. With one smooth movement did he twirl on his heel and sauntered right out of his father's throne room.

The grape was ripe and juicy as you popped it into your mouth, delighting in its tart sweetness spreading over your tongue. You smiled wide around your mouthful, grabbing another.

"Is the fruit to your liking, your Majesty?"

The question had come from the older, scarier gentleman of your guard who stood closest to you on the balcony. Of course, there was a specific reason he had asked that question — one that involved powerplay, that taught the young servant holding the fruits tray a lesson in subservience. You glanced over your shoulder to him, then to the little boy whose arms had begun to shake in poorly concealed terror.

You held the servant's watery eyes for one second, two. Then let a smile beam across your expression.

"Why, it's wonderful! I think it might be the best fruit of the season. And this young man here has prepared them quite well," A small yelp squeaked out of the boy when you swooped down to steal the platter from his hands — who knows what your guard would do if he dropped it. "Make sure his family are treated well for this, won't you?" You directed at your guard.

The solider stiffened to solute. "Yes, sir."

But you saw the stormy dissatisfaction that raced across his eyes — you must not be so soft-hearted to your servants, you could already hear him scolding you later that evening; when the sun had set and the walls no longer had ears — a strong prince does not give all his riches to commoners, he must bet on the winning piece that occupies the chess board.

The servant-boy looked unsure as to what to do with himself — his eyes flickering nervously from your face to the tray in your lap. Smiling, you leaned down from your perch on the stone balcony, and lay a soft hand on his shoulder.

"You may go now, boy. Tell your father you have done well, today."

An emotion that looked stuck between shock and elation contorted his tan skin — but he nodded feverously. And then ducked underneath your dozens of guards to race down the Palace halls.

"Such a sprightly little man." You chuckled, listening to the slapping of his sandals get quieter the further he got. "I think you were about to make him cry, Abdul."

"If he were a man," Your guard spoke in his characteristic monotone. "He would have no need for tears."

"But if he were a child?"

"Maybe you should listen to your stick-in-the-ass guard!" A voice shouted from somewhere down below. Familiar and fond; eliciting a thousand racing sparks flickering across your skin. "I'd hate to see ya overthrown by some crooks just 'cause you're such a softy, y'know~!"

Immediately, as if were almost instinctive at this point to follow his voice, you threw yourself over the edge of the balcony. And there he was — the absolute demon of a man — standing perched on the roof of one of your lower palace buildings. Prince Gojo Satoru had a hand shielding his eyes from the sun — but even from all the way up here, you felt them against your skin — you felt the promise and the intensity and the love he always held in them.

You mirrored his wicked grin — although no where near its dazzling mischievousness.

"Well, you are on the wrong side of the River Jordan!" You yelled down to him. "This is a surprise. Surely a prince such as yourself would not notice a part of his concubine missing if I were to disappear, now would you?"

Satoru did not say anything in response to your tease. Instead, he dropped his hand and positioned them on the stones of your Palace walls. His shoulder muscles tensed and bunched when he lifted his body weight to climb — brick by brick, rock by rock, until his pale fingers curled around the lip of your balcony's edge.

He heaved himself up in one rush — so strong, so Satoru — until he could surge up and collide his lips with your surprised ones.

"Don't say shit like that." He rasped when you broke free, intending to greet him properly — but Satoru just placed a large hand to the back of your head and pulled you in, again.

His kiss was not punishing — but it was fuelled by something; a simmering emotion hiding behind the surface of his princely mask. You hummed into his mouth, accommodating him by twining your fingers into his soft hair, but you gasped when he tilted his head and deepened your kiss into one that was a lot more hot, a lot more needy and desperate.

You waved your guard away mindlessly when Satoru climbed over the balcony — still keeping your lips locked. He was like a bull on a one-track mission, a beast ready to devour you. He did not give you but a moment to breathe. He clawed at your short tufts of hair so he tilted your head back; delving his tongue deep and thick into your mouth.

You could not help the moan that tore up your throat at his relentless pursuit, feeling his hands roving down your broad back, the fabrics on your waist. When he reached around to grip your ass, you gasped, breaking his insistent kiss. Satoru was not deterred; he buried his face into the crook of your neck and suckled softly and your sensitive skin — grinding your bodies together.

"You—ah!" You gripped at his muscular shoulders for balance as he found your sweet spot just below your ear — and attacked with hungry need. "Your shoulders are tense, my love. Another... run in with your father? Or are you just aching to have me?"

The ferocious growl that rumbled through his chest was all the answer you needed. "Both." He heaved, resurfacing to look at you. And oh, how you would never get used to the beauty of him. Even when he was wearing a grumpy frown and had his eyebrows knit. He tilted his large body forward so as to touch your forehead with his. "Fuckin' geezer. Pisses me off."

You ran soothing paths up and down his bare arms, trying to work some of the tension out of his muscles. Some part of you knew what had upset him so — for it had been the same yesterday, and the day before. Now that Prince Gojo Satoru was approaching his third decade, the Sultan had become increasingly persistent on pushing his marriage date forward and finding a suitable partner for him. And you — even with your princely title — had not won his father's favour.

"It may not be so bad," You whispered quietly as you both shared breath. "I could still be part of your concubine. You would have me and make your father happy, still."

Satoru was still for a moment — those moonlight lashes so divine fanned across his cheeks. Then, he shook his head slowly. He leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss — lingering, so he could whisper the words, "Nah. I want more than that. I wanna put a crown on your head."

His kisses resumed; but they were lighter and less pent up. They made you giggle. You backtracked until both of you stumbled into the cashmere curtains of your balcony doorway. It was then that you turned and intertwined his fingers in his, leading him down one of the expansive Palace hallways.

"Come, then," You whispered, letting all of your sinful intentions bleed into the honey of your voice. Satoru's cock gave a near-painful twitch at that look in your eyes — the type that could tempt an angel into corruption. "Let me take your mind off of it."

Situations that left the Gojo Satoru caught off guard were few and far-between. He was a spontaneous guy — usually, it was him that was doing the catching off guard and the situation making.

But as he tugged experimentally at the rope bound around his wrists and connected to a particularly heavy cabinet, he wondered when you had gotten so creative.

"What books have you been readin', hm?" He asked you coyly. From your perch straddling the man against his tight waist, you leaned forward, spreading your hands teasingly against his pectorals. They flexed underneath you touch, making you smirk.

"Oh, you know; princely readings. Summaries of monthly trades, correspondence from other cities... have you been tending to your large pile of paperwork, actually?"

Satoru hummed, knowing you were teasing him. He was just about to fire back something equally as cheeky when you bore down on him — rubbing your ass against his straining cock. The air caught in his throat and he groaned, pulling instinctively at his restraints. You had also looped a snake of golden rope around his legs in intricately woven knots — holding him securely down to the ground.

"Does that feel good?" You purred, feeling how your own cock ached for some friction of its own. But not yet — this was all about his needs for the moment and taking his mind only to you.

Satoru's teeth gleamed through his growl. "Fuck. I hope ya don't like this dresser too much," He gave another tug on his binds. "Might break the leg off of it if ya keep this up."

"Oh, but I have a better idea."

It was in that moment that you produced a slip of silk from around your pants — a little bit too long for what you had in mind, but thick and sturdy enough to do a good job at it.

You positioned the sliver in front of Satoru's mouth — motioning to what you were about to do. The predatory gleam in his eyes told you he understood all too well, but just to be sure, you whispered, "May I?"

In response, Satoru opened his mouth to clamp down on the silk gag, then settled back onto the cushion and let you do the rest. And with slow, precise movements, you carded the silk through his white hair and secured it at the back — leaning away to marvel at your handiwork; the Prince Gojo Satoru, bound and gagged at your mercy for you to tease.

You chuckled, circling a finger around one of his taut nipples. "I think I like you like this."

"You gon'th lich me enogh, ahreaghy?" He spoke around the gag and gave a particularly punishing thrust of his hips upwards that you almost collapsed onto him.

But it was almost time.

You braced against his chest to leave a sweet kiss against his flushed cheek. "I will be back in one moment, my love." Your whisper fluttered against his skin — and then, you had lifted up off of him and disappeared behind the screen which shielded you both.

Satoru voiced in the form of a guttural groan how he felt about being left like this when you decided to tend to something else. He adjusted his tongue so that it sat comfortably behind the gag, he shifted his hips upwards, rocking them in a rhythm to try relieve even a modicum of pressure that was building up in his cock. His stiff erection tented his silks; it created a small damp spot where his tip leaked — ready and wanting. He grunted, exhaling a hot plume of air. How much longer did you expect him to wait?

A soft creaking permeated the air as two large doors were pulled open — finally. He was going to fuck you until you didn't know your own name. After, of course, you rode his cock with him bound like this. He needed you so gods-damned bad that it hurt—

"Welcome, welcome, my wonderful guests!"

The blood froze cold in Satoru's veins.

That was your voice — and not just your voice, but your formal one. The one you perfected for hosting dinner parties or parrying with diplomats during important business affairs. Satoru strained to listen; and sure enough, there came the impending patters of a dozen or so footsteps flooding into the room.

"Thank you for having us." Shoko Ieiri; Village Doctor, said in her dulcet voice.

"It's rather beautiful." One of the famed Palace Diplomats; Nanami Kento.

"It could use a few stuffed animals, I think." Yaga Masamichi — head Royal Tutor — clicked his tongue.

The voices of others floated through the air afterwards; all of which Prince Satoru recognised. Agrabah was not a large city, and those in the upper echelon kept very close to those with Royal blood. Kiyotaka Ijichi; Utahime Iori; Gakuganji Yoshinobu; among others — they all congregated in the Palace room where he was bound and gagged. Satoru's blood fled into his face and neck. He turned his head, listening for even the slightest step towards his hidden corner.

What the hell were you thinking?!

But as the din of conversation sparked and he was huddled here, trying to keep quiet, the adrenaline in Gojo Satoru's veins took on a different form. There was something exhilarating about being caught like this; him, a Prince in waiting for the Throne, and here he was in his most exposed form. He could hear you gliding around the floor, engaging your guests in light, cordial conversation like you had not been grinding on top of him moments before. The thought of it all — he found the blood rushing back to the head of his cock; now twitching, begging to be touched.

His whole body felt hot. It took an exercise in strength to not let out loud, heady pants as his body worked itself up to its own fever pitch. He was held so tight — he needed you, he needed you to ride him right now while everyone else was oblivious outside of the hidden screen door.

Then, your voice rose over the crowd, "Please, do make yourselves comfortable. There shall be drinks and delicacies on the way. I have been called away momentarily, as all Princes are, but do not worry — I shall return soon."

A gentle chorus of affirmations followed your announcement. There was the soft whisper of sandals against polished stone floors until they came right outside the hidden screen door. You were suddenly there, stepping into the small corner, locking eyes with your lover who looked both very happy and very cross to see you.

"Oh, you poor thing. Have I been neglecting you?" You cooed softly, coming down to kneel beside him.

Satoru's entire body was raw and flushed — there was a fine glisten of sweat that made his heaving chest glow. Your mouth dried out at the sight of him. He rounded his frustrated blue eyes on you in a tempered glare.

"Wth ah you thnkn?" Satoru growled around his gag.

You gave him a sly little grin. And then reached over to palm his pulsing erection. Satoru stuttered, and then knocked his head back, a full body shiver racing through his bones.

"My, my," You whispered, dipping underneath the silks damp from his sweat and holding him in your grip. His skin burned, the swollen tip of him wept pearls of white. You gathered it up on your thumb and pulsed down the shaft — working him quick and feverously. "You're so hard, my love. Do you like the stakes when they're so high? Does it turn you on so?"

Satoru's body was bucking in time with your hand movements, his hips thrusting savagely. You absolutely could not help yourself when you bowed down to take his girth into your mouth. The moan you let out was low, strangled — Satoru was tugging on his restraints so hard that your dresser gave a massive whine.

You lapped at him with greed. Tongue dancing down his length and then around his tip, loving how the movement made Satoru raise his entire torso upwards; needing to feel more of your mouth, wanting to hit the back of your throat and have you swallow every last drop of him.

Your hand lashed out to keep him steady when he came; hard and hot and so much spilling down your throat. Satoru turned to bury his head into the pillow, biting down to stop him from screaming with the pleasure of it. You resurfaced, licking your shining lips and swallowing — savouring the taste of him.

You were both heaving hard and heavy when you leaned over to place a loving kiss to his mouth.

"We better clean up, my Prince," You whispered on his lips. "There are guests for us to attend to."

requested by lovely . . . [ @princeasimdiya12 ]

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honorary-knight-of-favonius · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Gorou -Day Thirteen-

Tags for the day: Virgin and Dry Humping

Summary: Neither of them suspected they'd have any fun at a club until they met each other and took the time to have some fun. Giving the opportunity for more fun in the future.

I couldn’t handle the stupid halloween remixes that his bar was blasting. I don't know how many times Monster mash and the Ghostbusters theme song played. While drinking the strongest vodka I could buy I silently prayed to find those girls so I could drag their sorry asses home. I continued my waiting for what seemed like hours but in reality was merely a few minutes. I had zoned out waiting to just vanish when I felt something on my ass. I snapped my head back thinking some drunk got handsy only to see a cute boy who was covering his ears and whimpering.

“I-I’m sorry!” He shouted, the boy was smaller than me but his fluffy features were alluring. I looked around the club before taking the boy and hurrying outside. When I finally felt the piercing autumn wind on my bare arm I took a deep breath.

“Who are you watching?” I asked.

“O-Oh. . .um. . .A few friends.” The boy's voice wavered as he spoke, but I could tell by the slight wag in his fluffy tail he was happy to be outside, “What about you?”

“A horde of Drunkards deemed me the Designated driver.” I said leaning against the club building and looked to the sky, the boy swiftly followed me.

“I-I like your lola bunny costume.” I whipped my head to face him.

“Finally! Someone who knows who I am! Um. . .what’s your costume?” I asked

“O-Oh um. . . I’m supposed to be Cerberus. . .” I gasped, taking his face into my hands.

“Cerberus?! The Three headed dog from Greek mythology that practically confirms the king of the underworld Hades is a dog lover?! That is single handedly the best costume I’ve ever seen!!” The boy’s ears perked up and he giggled.

“My other heads are passed out in a booth somewhere.” I chuckled, but noticed the pretty blue collar that seemed way too pricey for it to ‘just a costume piece’. But I wasn’t one to judge another’s kink even more so that I wore this lola bunny costume to get fucked easier. But I could tease, couldn’t I?

I hooked my fingers under the collar pulling the boy close, “Do your other heads have a collar?” The fast paced wagging paired with the lowering ears was absolutely adorable. I pulled the boy impossibly closer so my lips ghosted over his.

“I may not be persephone or hades, but will you be a good dog for me?” The man closed his eyes tightly and turned his head in a different direction.

“I-I-I. . .I am very flattered by your interest h-however I am a virgin!” He informed me.

“Should I stop?” The boy’s face was engulfed with red as well as his neck. The boy whimpered and looked back at me and slowly shook his head.

“P-Please don’t.” I smirked, I cupped the boy’s face and planted a kiss on his forehead before latching our lips together. You could tell he was a virgin by the way he kissed but the fact he learned quickly was washing the fact he was a virgin. The boy cupped the back of my neck pulling me even closer as the other hand was pushing my body closer to his.

When our lips finally parted I was breathless, “Such a fast learner.” The boy giggled nuzzled into my chest.

“Mind if we take this to the alley?” The boy shook his head and we hurried to the alley where I saw him about to pull his pants down. I grabbed his wrists and stopped him, “Sorry pup but I am not letting your first time fucking a girl be in an alley.”

I switched our spots, having me against the wall and pulling the boy closer by his hips and making sure one of his legs was between mine. I pulled him into a kiss and pressed my thigh into his hard cock having his hips respond in an instant. As he humped my thigh I was also getting friction.

We continued to make out for what felt like hours but god being with this boy was making me wet my shorts due to my lack of panties. I was too busy moaning into the boy’s mouth to register his hips bucking in over stimulation. My phone was vibrating in my bra as I finally came undone. I rested my head on the boy’s shoulder and planted a sweet kiss on his neck before standing up.

“Phone.” The boy puzzledly handed me his phone and as I input my number and name as well as texted myself. I handed it back to him with a smirk, “Call me when you want to really lose your virginity.” With that I pulled my phone out of my bra seeing the texts from the group chat with an onslaught of ‘where are you?!’ I smirked and took a pic of my car and waited before eventually the night came to and end, hopefully that cutie would call me.

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lipstickstainz · 4 years ago

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mismatched socks - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer's girlfriend (reader, FBI agent too) always wears mismatched socks and when they have their first night together at his apartment he notices, and his brain goes to mush, and falls in love with her even more

Warnings: fluff, some talk about Spencer being insecure Word Count: 2.2k A/N: thanks for the request, love! I really enjoyed writing it! requests are open guys! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had always known he was different. He had always been the smartest in school, which could be attributed to his eidetic memory. He wasn't invited to birthday parties because he liked to tell facts that were funny to him, but that no one else found funny. And he had been rather an oddball in other ways, too.

All his life this fact had made him insecure. He thought of himself as too skinny, too unathletic-especially when he compared himself to Derek, which was pretty stupid, of course-and his hair always lay funny, no matter how hard he tried to tame it. He wore cardigans over shirts-the watch over the cardigan, of course-which was pretty weird, but he wore Converse with them and two different socks every day. He loved magic and physics jokes. Spencer couldn't talk about the latest episode of Greys Anatomy, and he wasn't sure what Team Stefan and Team Damon were. Spencer didn't fit in perfectly anywhere and it had taken him time to accept that. He also never imagined anyone would find in attractive, or even want to be with him.

Until you came along.

On your first day at BAU, he immediately noticed three things about you. First, you walked incredibly fast, actually too fast to just walk from one office to the next. It seemed to her as if you were flying. Second, you tucked your hair behind your ears every few minutes, even when it wasn't falling in your face. He wondered why you didn't use a pin or a scrunchie. But it was a habit that didn't bother him in the least. From the moment he first saw you, he found you irresistibly pretty, and he was glad your hair didn't cover your face. And third, you could write ambidextrously. As the team sat in the conference room and you scribbled something in your case file - also something he noticed, you seemed to prefer paper as much as he did - you reached for your coffee cup with your right hand and continued to write undisturbed with your left, until the entire team looked at you as if you were from another star. It was a look Spencer knew all too well.

He had never met anyone like you.

Spencer liked you from the first moment he saw you. He liked that you took your backpack on both shoulders and that you preferred cocoa to coffee. He liked the way you smiled at him when he brought you one from the office kitchen and set it on your desk. And he liked the way your skin felt on his when you reached under the desk for his hand when you noticed a change in his demeanor. You then squeezed his hand twice. Once for "It's all right" and once for "I'm here, with you."

In your presence, everything seemed as easy as breathing. You listened to him when he blathered on about a subject you didn't understand, because you liked his intelligence and the way he explained things without looking down on others. You even asked when he had to explain something to you, which had surprised him so much the first few times that he had completely forgotten what your conversation was about. He had stared at you and the blush had come to his face. One feature that didn't escape you, but made him even more attractive to you.

When you went to his table one morning and told him that you had seen Star Trek for the first time the previous night, and now wondered how realistic the physics in the movie were, he could hardly stand it. You were beautiful and intelligent and interested in Star Trek? And when you asked him if he could explain something from the movie to you, he was sure his dream girl was standing right in front of him.

"I need your help", he told Derek that very day as they stood together in the kitchen. "How do I ask a girl out?"

Derek nearly choked on his coffee before turning to Spencer. "Since when do you want to date?" He noticed Spencer's gaze, which wasn't on him, but slid past him and lingered on you.You sat at your desk and tucked your hair behind your ears before looking up and over at Spencer's desk. Derek could see your gaze wander around the office and then linger on Spencer before you smiled and got back to work. With a grin, Derek looked at Spencer. "You're going to ask Y/N out on a date? Oh boy, it's about time you finally do. I already said to Penelope that -"

"Please, Morgan. I just want to know how to ask her out”, Spencer interrupted him, looking at his friend.

Derek's grin gave way to an honest, friendly smile. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just ask her directly."

"And if she says no?", asked Spencer uncertainly, his mouth twisting into a thin line. He couldn't imagine you going on a date with him, but he couldn't stay in the dark any longer either. He had to at least try.

"She won't”, Derek assured him. The whole team felt that Spencer and you would be perfect for each other, but he didn't tell him that. Spencer should learn to walk before he starts running. "I can see the way she looks at you. And if she does say no, she's not as smart as I thought."

Spencer trusted Derek's words and took it upon himself to ask you out on a date that very day. He had phrased the question countless times in his head, even encouraging himself in the mirror in the men's room, but every time he stood in front of you and looked at your beautiful face, he couldn't get a single word out. They got stuck in his throat and he was so embarrassed that he fled from you several times. By the third time, he had red marks on his neck, which you noticed immediately, and you wondered how you had made him so uncomfortable without having really done anything. When he said nothing again, you put your hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay, Spencer?", you asked, and he just nodded. It's now or never.

"Wouldyougooutwithme?" He almost mumbled, but you had understood him perfectly. "If you don't want to, that's fine, and we'll pretend I never asked. We'll just keep being friends and -"

"Spencer," you interrupted, smiling up at him, "I'd love to go out with you," you replied, and he was able to breathe deeply again. The marks on his neck faded as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He had done it. Spencer had asked you and you had agreed, but where was he going to take you? Nothing seemed good enough for him. Going out to eat was nice, but you didn't seem like someone who needed to talk the whole time. He thought movie theaters were dumb because you couldn't talk there at all. After two days he had thought of something and he wouldn't have minded if you thought the idea was stupid, but when he presented his idea to you, you smiled at him excitedly.

"I can't wait."

You spent your first date in Spencer's favorite library, surrounded by knowledge and stories. You walked the aisles together, telling stories of books you had read and found to be good, and books you had abandoned because they were so bad you couldn't finish them. As you walked through each aisle, which had actually taken an entire afternoon, Spencer didn't want the date to end. He was going to suggest something else, but you beat him to it.

"There's a couch over there. Shall we sit there? Then you can read me something from your favorite book."

You would be the death of him.

A few weeks later, you had arranged to go for a walk. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cool, so you strolled hand in hand along the paths. He liked the fact that you worked together but couldn't just talk about the job. You were explaining to him why a certain Matt Donavan from a vampire series was incredibly annoying when someone stopped in front of you.

"Y/N! How nice to see you!", the young woman said, unceremoniously wrapping her arms around you. When she broke away from you, you looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, this is Lisa, my college roommate. Lisa, this is Spencer, my boyfriend”, you explained before you could think about what you had just said. You chatted briefly before going your separate ways again. You noticed a change in Spencer's behavior and feared you had misinterpreted everything. When you couldn't take it anymore, you stopped.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend”, you said, looking down at the ground in shame. "We've never talked about what exactly we are, but it feels like you're my boyfriend and I wish you were, so I -"

"Y/N”, he interrupted you and tenderly reached for your hand. A smile spread across his face. He couldn't believe himself that he would ask you that. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The bar was crowded and the later it got, the more crowded you felt. The team had been in the mood to celebrate after a difficult case, so everyone had gathered in the regular bar. Penelope was putting on some dance moves on the dance floor while Emily and JJ were bawling out the song, which neither Spencer nor you knew. He had his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly to his side, which you enjoyed very much. He didn't fit in here with his shirt and cardigan, but he fit you, you were one hundred percent sure of that.

As you stifled a yawn, he looked down at you. "Shall we go? You seem tired and I'm getting ready to go to bed too”, he suggested and you nodded. Outside, he hailed you a cab and as you got in, you gave the driver Spencer's address.

"We're going to my place?", asked Spencer, looking at you in confusion as you nestled into his side.

"Yeah, I hope that's okay”, you replied, "If it's too soon for you for us to sleep together, then you just have to say so. I won't be mad at you."

How could he be mad at you? You wanted to spend the night with him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. He had hit the jackpot.

"Would you like to drink something?", he asked as you sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. It wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment, but you'd never entered his bedroom before and you didn't want to take the step without him. It was still his apartment and his privacy and you respected that.

"Just water, please”, you replied, pulling your legs up so he could sit next to you. He handed you the glass and you took a big gulp.

In your presence, Spencer had never felt like an oddball. You never made him feel like he was different or weird. You didn't laugh at him, you laughed with him, and you had assured him many times how incredibly attractive he was to you, even if he couldn't see it. He wasn't too skinny or too unathletic for you. He dressed askew, but it suited him like a glove and you had imagined more than once what he would look like without clothes. It didn't bother you in the least that he wasn't interested in the technology of today. For you, he was just right. For you, he was perfect.

Even though you often assured him how much you liked him and how happy you were with him, he was still insecure from time to time. But as you sat there together on the couch and you put your legs on his thighs, he was one hundred percent sure that he didn't need to be insecure. On your left foot was a green sock, while on your right dangled an orange sock.

You wore the socks like he did. Two different ones. Had you seen this on him and copied it or had you always worn socks like this? A question that could be answered later. His heart stopped for a second, his brain turned to mush, which is why he couldn't control his following words either. "I think I love you."

Surprised, you looked to him and noticed that his gaze lingered on your socks. "You see my socks and then say you love me? Maybe something isn't going right in that clever head of yours”, you grinned and leaned towards him. Blushes shot up his face. "I love you too, Spencer."

Gently, you placed your lips on his. The kiss was tender, hesitant, but Spencer saw his chance and gently pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His heart threatened to overflow with love. As he placed his hands on your butt, you moaned softly into his mouth. He smiled.

In your presence, he didn't feel like he was different.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Sorry for your loss - Final Chapter

Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

Chapter Warnings: Mention of Smut, Brief Smut.

Tag list: @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @imapotatao // @aimezvousbrahms / @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia // @myperfectlovepoem

Author’s note: I don't know what to say exactly, just good reading, and sorry for any spelling/translation errors. I hope you enjoy the ending, and who knows, maybe a second season?

Read on AO3 || Serie Masterlist here

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Chapter Five - I will love again

You were up early on the weekend.

Since you were going to travel to New Jersey for Wanda's father's wedding anniversary, you didn't want to keep her waiting.

When you arrived at Wanda's house, she was already on her feet, running back and forth through the house, trying to find Tommy's lost toy, who kept crying that he wouldn't travel without it.

"Make yourself at home, I just need to find that bear." She said to you as she opened the door. You placed your only luggage on the floor as you looked around. Billy was watching television, and Tommy was sitting on the kitchen counter, crying.

You walked over to him.

"Hey, Tommy, why are you crying?" You asked stopping beside him, keeping your voice calm so as not to make him more nervous.

"I want my teddy bear!" He cried out between tears.

"Mommy will find it for you." You reply. "What is the name of your teddy bear?"

"Star Lord." Sniffles the boy. Your distraction is working, because he stops crying to talk.

"Wow, that's an incredible name!" You say. "How did you get the Star Lord?"

Tommy sniffles again, wiping his tears with his forearm.

"I got it for my birthday." He counters. "Billy got a skateboard, but Star Lord is cooler."

"Is that so?" You retort with interest in your voice, realizing that Tommy was barefoot and his socks were on the countertop, you show him that you are interested in hearing him talk as you help him finish getting dressed for the trip.

"Yes, it came in a huge, red box." Tommy counted with a smile as he gestured at the size of the object. "And he sleeps with me every night, so I need him to go to Grandpa's house."

"Oh, yes, of course you do." You agree with a smile as you tie the boy's shoelaces. "Do you remember the last place you played with Star Lord?"

Tommy sniffles thoughtfully.

"I don't know." He replies tearfully, you rush to ask about his favorite memory with the bear to avoid him to cry again, and it works.

When you finish tying the child's shoes, you pick him up on your lap as he tells you about the day he took Star Lord swimming, and then you sit him down in the living room next to his brother, and he is distracted enough by the cartoon on the TV to forget about the teddy bear.

Wanda joins you in the living room a minute later, looking nervous and with her hands empty.

"Hey, I think I have an idea." You tell her as you mentally review the things Tommy said. "Finish getting them to the car, I'll go find the bear."

You found it.

Ten minutes after you left the room, inside the pool.

Wanda couldn't hold back her laughter when you arrived in front of the car with your wet clothes up to pool height.

"Your idea was to get into the pool instead of using the cleaner to reach the bear?" She teased as soon as you handed her the toy. You laughed awkwardly, watching her give the bear to Tommy and seeing the boy celebrate excitedly. "You're not getting in my car wet like that."

You laugh, and then you have an idea. Approaching Wanda with open arms, you see her raise her finger in warning, but you are already hugging her with wet clothes, making her laugh.

The joke only ends because Pietro is parking the car in front of the house next, looking at you both curiously.

"Should I let dad know we're going to be late?" He teases putting his sunglasses up. You let go of Wanda as both of your giggles slowly stop, the two of you looking like children who have been caught up to mischief. "Come on girls, we have a road ahead of us."

"Shut up Pietro." Wanda grumbled humorously, starting to push you into the house by the shoulders. "Watch the boys while we get changed."

"Yes, ma'am." He retorted wryly as he took off his seat belt and got out of the car. You let Wanda push you inside.

Upstairs, you had smiles on your faces as she searched for clothes that would fit you.

"Are you sure it isn't better if I grab something I brought in my suitcase?" You ask distractedly as Wanda rummages through the closets.

"I don't want you to be one change of clothes short, I don't know what we'll end up doing over there." Wanda retorted. "And don't worry about it."

Wanda eventually handed you a set of very soft sweatshirts and underwear. You smiled in appreciation, looking away from the clothes in your hand to the woman in front of you.

As you turned toward the bathroom, Wanda spoke.

"You can stay."

Swallowing dryly, and ignoring the unregulated beating of your heart you turned to her again, one eyebrow raised not sure you had understood correctly.

Wanda sighed heavily, as if she was gathering the courage to say it again. But her gaze said it all. She was inviting you to change in front of her.

You felt your face heat up, but you gulped dryly, forcing yourself to reason correctly.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Wanda retorted in defiance, and you let out a breathless laugh. She seemed to misunderstand your reaction, because her expression immediately fell. "Oh, you don't want to. Damn it, I..."

"What?" you interrupted quickly. "No, Wanda. I want to." You confess half breathlessly. "I really do."

"Oh."

You shift your weight between your feet, feeling your stomach turn with the way Wanda looks at you.

"But not like this." You say, swallowing dryly to confess correctly. You approach Wanda slowly as you speak. "Not in a hurry." Wanda breathes heavily, leaning back against the cabinet. You stop walking just inches from her body. "I want to be with you, with enough time to kiss every inch of your skin.” You confess again her lips. “Touch every spot that will make you lose control and scream my name."

"Fuck." Wanda gasped against your mouth, almost near enough to touch while closing her eyes.

Ignoring the tightening sensation at the tip of your stomach, you fought your baser instincts and pulled away, sighing.

"Let's hurry before your brother comes to get us."

You smiled at Wanda, ignoring the urge to kiss her. She just nodded, trying to normalize her breathing. You took advantage of her lack of reaction to turn around and walk towards the bathroom. You had better get out of there soon, because you feel that you couldn't resist that woman again.

//-//

Tommy and Billy were singing in the back seat as you drove to New Jersey. You laughed at the scene, thinking they were adorable.

Your gaze was watchful on the road, following Pietro's car to his father's house.

When Wanda began to murmur the song, you looked at her for a moment. Absolutely stunning, with her red hair flying in the wind, the smile in the corner on her lips. The sunlight making her eyes sparkle.

Turning your attention forward because Wanda caught you looking, you bit back a smile, feeling your heart race a little. But neither of you commented, and you didn't care that Wanda was looking at you now.

//-//

When you arrived, you whistled impressed at Erik's residence. It was practically a mansion, but really it was just a very well built summer house. The neighborhood was very nice too. Wanda smiled playfully at you when she noticed your reaction.

The boys ran out of the car, excited to hug their grandfather who was already waiting for them at the door. They also hugged Charles, who was a short, balding man, very friendly.

"Grandpa, can we go ride the horses?" Tommy asked excitedly, and the man laughed lightly.

"Go wash your hands and get something to eat first okay, boy?" Erik said to the boy, ruffling his hair.

The child agreed, entering the house along with his brother and his cousin, who had gotten out of the cars shortly after.

You were unpacking the bags from the car after parking and felt your breath catch when Wanda picked up one of the bags and caressed your hand with her fingers as you handed it to her. She smiled innocently, passing you to walk toward the door, and you cleared your throat before closing the trunk and following her.

"You must be Y/N." Erik greeted you as soon as you came to the door. "It's very nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Erik." You replied with a smile. "And you too, Charles."

The man smiled, giving you room to pass him and enter the house. Wanda was standing in the living room next to Pietro and Monica, who had their suitcases on the floor.

"Papa, which rooms are empty?" She asked the man who had entered behind you.

"You can occupy any one upstairs." Erik warned closing the door as he and Charles entered.

You accompanied the group upstairs. Wanda placed the boys' backpacks in one of the bunk rooms, since the children always slept together.

"You can have the room down the hall." She said, showing you the direction. "Next to mine."

She whispered the last part like a secret. You wanted to ignore how your stomach churned at the suggestion. Pietro and Monica passed you both, the man gave you a playful look, but made no comment. They would be in the room across from yours and next to the children's.

You guessed that the other door at the other end of the hall belonged to Erik and Charles

After putting your suitcase on the bed, you left the room. Pietro opened the door at the same moment.

"Come on, Y/N, I'm going to give you a full tour of the Maximoff residence." He announced excitedly and you giggled, following him around the house.

//-//

The Maximoff residence was much larger than you thought it was. There were even stables and a large wooded area that was part of the place, but Pietro didn't take you there, he just pointed you in the direction. You eventually discovered that the place used to be a simple farm, inherited from Pietro and Wanda's paternal grandparents, and when Erik married Charles, they renovated the place with money from the Xavier family, who were British and had a fortune built up in the vineyard area.

Pietro led you back to the kitchen when he finished showing you the property, patting you on the shoulder as he sat down on the kitchen counter, grabbing the jar of candy on the counter.

"The guests will be here soon, Pietro, get down from there." Warned Erik noticing his son's position. He was in the kitchen too, finishing sorting out some of the appetizers. During the tour, you noticed the decorations set up in the gardens, some tables and chairs and party decorations.

"Yes, papa." Grumbled Pietro as he obeyed. He reached over to accept the tray of food his father handed him.

"Take that outside please." Erik asked and you moved to get out of the way of Pietro, who gave you a wry smile as he passed, making you laugh slightly.

"Can I help too?" You asked noticing that there were still things to be carried.

"Thank you, dear, you are very kind." Erik said as he handed you one of the trays. You nodded and then turned around.

The garden was really nicely decorated, you noticed now that you were up close, placing your tray on one of the tables. There was also a small stage, which you imagined was meant for Erik and Charles to repeat their wedding vows. You smiled, remembering how your marriage to Natasha had gone. It was just nostalgic to think of her now, and it didn't make you unhappy anymore.

"I think you're all set now." Erik said behind you, arriving with a tray and placing it on the table next to yours. Pietro who had left earlier, was stealing one of the candies and received a disapproving look from his father. "Really, boy?"

Pietro laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

"I'm hungry, papa." He playfully retorted and you laughed at the interaction.

"Go help the ladies with the kids." Erik commands with a grimace, and Pietro laughs as he walks away. When he leaves, you feel slightly anxious about being alone with Wanda's father, but his posture is friendly. "I haven't had a chance to talk to you properly, Y/N. Would you like to take a walk with me before the party?"

You ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach when you agree. And Erik takes one last look at the decorations before leading the way.

//-//

A few minutes of walking later, where Erik asked you several questions about your life, your job, your age, who you lived with, that sort of thing, you reached a plantation area. You imagined it to be the vineyards of the property.

You could see the manor house in the distance, and the backyards, and a lake many meters away. The landscape was breathtaking.

"It's beautiful here." You comment beside him.

"Yes." Erik agrees with a smile, also looking at the scenery as you do. "I enjoyed your conversation, you are as lovely as Wanda usually tells us."

The comment makes your cheeks warm, the image of Wanda talking about you makes your heart soar. Erik seems to appreciate the way you react to it, smiling gently as he adds, "It's nice to know she's found someone nice to love."

You swallow dryly, glancing quickly at the man next to you, but he has his gaze on the landscape. You feel a warmth in your chest, mixed with embarrassment and happiness.

"Thank you, Erik." You say clumsily.

"For what?"

"For accepting me here I guess." You retort with a smile. "For having me into your home. And well, for saying those things about me and Wanda." You say and he makes an understanding noise through his mouth. You are silent for a moment, until he speaks again.

"You know, when Magda, their mother, passed away, I thought I would never love anyone again.." Erik tells nostalgically. He keeps looking at the field in front of you, but you stare at him, attentive to his words. "But then I met Charles. And well, it did. It's different from what it was before. And I wouldn't change it for anything."

You nodded in understanding, letting the words echo in your head. You also think about how Agatha said you could move on. There was no problem in loving again, as intensely as before.

"I figured I'd be uncomfortable talking about someone marrying my daughter, but here we are." Erik comments humorously a moment later, making you chuckle awkwardly. "I guess it must be the way you look at her. You look like a lovesick puppy. "

You scratch your neck awkwardly, looking at the scenery, making Erik laugh at your blurriness.

"Don't get upset, I'm just teasing you." He comments with a smile, patting you on the back. You laugh clumsily.

"Do you guys have a garden around here?" You ask trying to change the subject, just as you notice the glass structures in the distance, capped by the vineyard. You figured if you turned around you would find your way to them.

"Oh, yes." Erik confirms. "Charles loves gardening. We have two greenhouses over that way. Would you like to see them?"

"Yes." You confirm with a smile. "But it can be after the party."

"Oh yes, I should get back and welcome the guests." Erik agrees as he checks his watch. You start walking back to the area of the house next.

//-//

You meet a lot of people at the party. It's a little overwhelming, because you really didn't expect Erik to invite so many people, and although you're glad that they had so many friends, your anxiety has increased a little. You were smiling politely at two ladies who said they were Charles' college friends while trying to pay attention to the story they were telling when Pietro rescued you.

"I need to steal my sister-in-law for a second ladies." He said and you widened your eyes. He only realized the mistake of his words when he noticed the looks on the women's faces in front of him. " Shit, I don’t mean like she got married to Wanda... I..."

You snuck out from behind Pietro when the ladies started attacking him with questions about the wedding, and when the ceremony had taken place and why the family wasn't called. You took the opportunity to escape when Pietro was convincing the ladies that you were not Wanda's wife, and that there was no secret wedding.

Walking over to one of the far tables, you frown in disbelief as you watch Luna run under the food table, clearly looking for a place to hide from her cousin, who is looking around a few feet away.

You crouch down, pulling the towel up to speak to the child.

"Luna, honey, maybe that's not the best place to play." You tell her with a smile. She looks around.

"Sorry, Aunt Y/N." She asks. "I'm hiding from Billy."

"Oh, is that so?" You ask extending your hand to her. She accepts, and you help her stand, taking care that she doesn't hit her head on the table. "Do you remember the path we took when we first got here? Try to hide behind that tall statue, I'm sure Billy won't find you."

"Wow, that's right, Auntie. Thank you." She mumbles, leaving with her head down next, watching for any sign of her cousin. You smiled, knowing that everyone at the party would get a glimpse of the children playing if she stood where you spoke.

You noticed that the two women who were talking to Pietro looked at you, and not wanting to be dragged back into that conversation, you made your way back to the house.

Bumping into Wanda on the way, you giggled.

"There you are." You remark.

"Where were you?" Wanda retorts with a mixture of curiosity and humor, noticing your "escape mode" posture.

"Well, apparently all of your father's friends like to meet everyone, so I've spent the last thirty minutes being introduced to everyone at the party."

Wanda gave a pout of pity.

"Sorry, dear." She says and you smile awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flush. "I'm looking for the boys, they need to change for the suits."

"I saw Billy in the gardens." You tell her as you gesture briefly in the direction. "I'll go find Tommy for you."

Wanda smiles, biting her lips. You nod but when you make mention of moving away, she holds your forearm and moves forward, depositing a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She whispered, smiling mischievously at you before she turned away and left the kitchen. You bit your lip, feeling your heart racing. You didn't understand why Wanda was teasing you, but you weren't complaining.

//-//

Non Readers Pov

Wanda laughed affectionately when Billy launched himself onto her lap as soon as she found him in the backyard.

"Luna, dear, your mother is calling you too." Warned the red-haired woman to her niece who nodded turning toward the direction her aunt pointed.

"Mommy can I play after I change my clothes?" Asked the boy as the woman carried him back to the house.

"Of course honey, but you have to be careful, okay? You can't get your suit dirty."

Just before she reached the entrance, someone called her name, causing Wanda to turn her head curiously.

"Sweetie, I need to ask you something." It was Ruth Eisenhardt, a nasty distant cousin of Wanda's known for gossiping, and lots of it, about all her relatives. "I just heard from Aunt Susan that you are dating that pretty girl you brought over."

Wanda felt her face heat up, but kept her expression impassive. Before she could add anything else, the woman was speaking again.

"Of course we are all happy for you, but when I went to share the good news with Uncle Jeff, he said that Pietro had already denied this affair. Now I'm left not knowing if you're really going out with that beefcake."

Wanda let out an awkward giggle, frowning slightly at the way her cousin spoke.

"We're not exactly together, cousin." The redhead replied. "But that's not really your business."

Ruth grimaced in surprise, but then her expression changed to one of malice.

"You know, I'm just confirming it. Because after all, we don't have pretty things like that lying around in New Jersey."

Wanda clenched her jaw. Ruth was exactly the kind of girl who had a mania for taking what didn't belong to her.

"Cousin, don't flirt with her." Wanda said. "I'll only warn you this once."

Ruth giggled, surprised at the reaction. But Wanda didn't continue the subject, turning and continuing toward the entrance of the house.

"Mom what's flirt?" Billy asked next, drawing Wanda's attention away from her own not-so-pleasant thoughts about someone taking what was hers.

"It's a way adults talk, honey." Wanda explained, biting her lips thoughtfully briefly. "When they want to be more than friends."

"Like best friends?"

Wanda laughs briefly, denying it.

"No, Billy. Like lovers."

Billy makes a noise of agreement. "Why can't Aunt Ruth flirt with Aunt Y/N?"

Wanda sighs lightly, forcing a friendly expression so as not to confuse her son.

"She can."

"But you told her..."

"I know." Wanda interrupts with red cheeks. She takes a deep breath, smiling at her son. "Can I ask you something sweetie?" Billy nods in agreement. "If mommy started dating someone, would you be upset?"

Billy frowns, denying it.

"Mommy, you want to date Aunt Y/N don't you?"

Wanda's eyes widen in surprise.

"Where did that one come from?" she asked.

"You didn't like it when Aunt Ruth flirted with Daddy either, I remember Aunt Monica's birthday." He tells, and Wanda sighs slightly, remembering when she caught Ruth complimenting her husband as she ran her hands through her hair, and Wanda might have gotten a little carried away by accidentally flipping a wine glass in her cousin's lap. On the way home, when the twins asked, she said that she was upset with the way Ruth spoke to their father, and now Billy was able to understand everything. "And now you don't want Aunt Ruth to talk to Aunt Y/N like that." He concluded as if it was obvious. Wanda smiled as she went upstairs, careful not to trip on the steps with Billy on her lap. "Mommy, if you date Aunt Y/N will she move in with us?"

"I don't know dear." Wanda replied with a shy smile.

"If she lives with us, will you let her sleep in my room?"

Wanda laughed, looking at Billy curiously.

"And why is that?"

"Because she knows how to play dragon. And also tell fairy tales." He says counting on his fingers. "And she also helps Tommy with his headache, so she can sleep on our rug and when he wakes up at night, she helps him."

Wanda smiles fondly, shaking her head slightly.

"Those are very good reasons indeed." She says. "But I think Y/N would like to sleep in a bed, no? The floor is uncomfortable."

Billy looks thoughtful and Wanda laughs briefly as she sets him down on the floor, already inside his room. She helps him out of his clothes to put on his party suit that is already on the bed.

"I can sleep in your bed mommy, and then Aunt Y/N sleeps in mine next to Tommy so he won't be alone."

Wanda laughs again, denying with her head. She bends down to button her son's shirt.

"Tell you what. Y/N sleeps in my bed, and if Tommy feels bad, she goes up to his room, how's that sound?"

//-//

Reader pov

"I think it sounds amazing." You spoke as you entered the room, a mischievous smile on your lips. Wanda startled slightly, surprised that you arrived at that moment, but she smiled shyly as she looked at you before turning her attention back to her son.

"Yay, mommy!" Billy spoke excitedly. Wanda sat him down on the bed again, helping him put on his shoes. You guided Tommy gently by the shoulders to the bed, and as soon as he had a look at the suit he began to undress.

"I didn't know you were going to live with us, Aunt Y/N." Tommy comments as he removes his sneakers.

"I didn't know either." You retort, biting back a smile at the sight of Wanda's reddening cheeks. "I guess your mother forgot to invite me."

Wanda mumbles at you to shut up, making you smile.

"Mommy, you have to let Aunt Y/N know that she is going to live with us now." Billy said making you cross your arms, and turn to Wanda, joining in on the joke.

"Yes, Wanda! You need to let me know about these things." You say with false seriousness, and Wanda rolls her eyes in amusement, finishing putting on Billy's shoes and getting up to face you.

"Y/n, honey, you're going to move in with me when we get back home, okay?" Wanda asks in the same tone. You bite back a smile, ignoring how your heartbeat has quickened. You can't help but look at Wanda adoringly however, and her expression goes from playful to shy in microseconds.

"Okay, Wands. I'll love living with you." You say to her next, sounding slightly affected. The twins let out an exclamation of excitement, and break the bubble you are in. You clear your throat slightly as you turn your attention back to them, looking away from Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look great." You comment as you see the boys properly dressed next. The suits are very nice indeed.

"You can go back to the party, but be careful not to get your suits dirty. No playing in the dirt!" Wanda warns the boys, who are already running excitedly outside.

"Okay, I'll go get ready too." You say next, thinking to check your cell phone as well, since you haven't turned it on since you left New York. "See you at the party?"

Wanda nods in agreement and you turn to leave.

At the door she stops you, pulling you by the forearm lightly and raising her hand to your neck, then bringing your lips together.

You both sigh and you feel your whole body tense up and heat up all at once. Wanda pulls away in the next moment, breathing as out of rhythm as you do.

You want to ask her why she did this now, but you think the question can wait until later, because she brings your lips together again, in a kiss far less innocent than before. Wanda closes the door with one hand, and with the other she pushes you against the wood.

You gasp, letting your tongue run across her lip, and she gives you passage.

Her taste intoxicates your senses quickly, your hands moving up to her waist as hers move to your hair, deepening the kiss. You both gasp for air against each other's mouths, unable to separate.

Panting, you feel your head spin as Wanda moves her tongue against yours, slow and sensual, and you can't help but squeeze her waist tightly, enjoying the feeling of her sighing against your lips.

You switch positions next moment, pressing Wanda against the wood of the door, your knee coming up between her legs.

"Oh." Wanda moans breathlessly breaking the kiss. You move your kisses down her jaw to her neck, sucking on the skin and releasing just before marking. Your fingers play with the hem of her blouse, and Wanda brings your head up, kissing you again.

You press your body against her, wanting her to be touching you everywhere. The sensation makes you breathless, and hot in all the right places, causing you to moan.

You think you could kiss Wanda forever if she'd let you. The feeling of having her in your mouth is the best you have ever felt.

There are noises of footsteps coming from the stairs, and you both sigh when you hear them. It's Monica coming up with Luna, who is chatting animatedly. It's just what you need to snap back to reality, and slow down the kiss.

You keep your foreheads together, and your hands around Wanda until the sound becomes distant, signaling that Monica has entered their bedroom with Luna.

You let out a giggle, and Wanda follows you. You look just like two teenage girls making out in secret. When you stop laughing, you kiss her again. Calmer this time. Before you let go, she bites your lip, tugging lightly, and making you gasp before letting go.

"Come on, go change." She commands, pushing you lightly. You smile because she keeps her grip against your blouse as she tells you to leave.

"It is you who are keeping me here, Maximoff." You tease with a smile. Wanda smiles too, and steals a kiss from you before letting go. You stumble backwards out of the room, grinning like an idiot, but you don't care, because Wanda looks at you just the same.

//-//

Wanda looked stunning in her party dress. You wanted to kiss her again, but you knew that if you did you would smear her lipstick, and she would have a lot of inconvenient questions ahead of her. So you just smiled, and breathlessly confessed how beautiful she looked, enjoying her flushed cheeks.

By the time you joined the party, the guests were arranging themselves at the correct places, and you joined a conversation circle with Wanda at your side, greeting a few more people.

As the sun set, Erik and Charles signaled that the ceremony was about to begin.

//-//

It was all very beautiful.

Maybe you cried between one confession and another, but everyone was emotional, so no one really cared.

Your cell phone had lots of pictures on it when you came back to the house, after saying goodbye to the guests who left when the party was over. You were holding Tommy by the hand, while Billy went with his mother, and the boys looked very tired.

"Let's go to bed, okay?" Wanda warned the kids as they followed her upstairs.

Erik wanted to open a bottle of wine, so after the kids were in bed, all the adults were outside on the balcony. Wanda sat very close to you, and you resisted the urge to put your arm around her.

"I guess I'll never get used to parties." Erik then comments, smiling nostalgically, making the group smile.

"I hope you're looking forward to the twenty-year anniversary one, papa." Pietro humorously retorts, and Erik laughs, looking at his husband tenderly.

"I look forward to it."

You smiled at the passionate way the couple looked at each other. You wondered what it must be like to stay married for so long.

"I know we are all tired, but I had something to tell you." Erik then says, exchanging a look with Charles before continuing. "It's about the farm."

"What about the farm?" Pietro asked curiously.

"It 's yours."

Pietro frowns in confusion, looking at Wanda, who has the same look on her face.

"Papa, what?" Wanda asks, and Erik lets out a short laugh.

"You know I've always wanted to remodel this place, ever since you were kids." He recounts. "And Charles and I finally did it. But now we're old. And you two have your whole lives ahead of you, and well, you are our family. So Charles and I agreed that the house should belong to you both."

Wanda and Pietro exchange incredulous laughter.

"Papa, what? Are you sure?" Wanda asks looking from her brother to her father and stepfather. The older men just smile and the next moment they are hugging their children. You and Monica exchange looks of amusement.

"So, does this mean we're moving?" Monica comments once everyone is seated, and elicits a giggle from the group.

"Let's save all this serious talk for tomorrow, shall we?" Erik asks with a smile. "Today, let's just enjoy the stars."

"Someone is feeling romantic." Charles jokes making the group laugh.

"Papa, tell us some of your stories." Pietro asked with a smile, and Erik sighed, taking on a thoughtful expression.

"Um, let's see." He begins. "Have I ever told you about what happened in Budapest...?"

//-//

It was quite late when you and Wanda were finally alone, after Charles and Erik came in, you stayed talking to Pietro and Monica for a few more minutes, until they walked in as well.

You smiled at Wanda as she leaned back in her armchair to face you cross-legged, and you mimicked her position.

"Hey." She called out to you with a smile.

"Hey."

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Yes." You assured her tenderly. "It was pretty good actually."

Wanda nodded slightly, her gaze falling momentarily to your lips.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything you want, Wanda." You retort, making her smile.

The redhead looks intently at you.

"Did you mean it?" She asks and you blink in confusion. "About moving in with me."

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you smile.

"You're not even going to ask me out first, eh?"

Wanda laughed, looking away with flushed cheeks. You swallowed dryly, lifting your hand to turn her face toward you again, stroking her cheek lightly. God, Wanda was beautiful. Her bright green eyes looking back at you, the way her hair fell around her face, every part of her.

"Don't you think we're happening too fast?" Wanda asks insecurely, you don't put your hand down, enjoying the feeling of her skin.

"It depends." You answer letting your gaze wander to her, your free hand searching for hers in your lap, twining your fingers together.

"On what?"

"If you care about me..." You whisper as you bring your faces closer together, stopping when your lips are almost touching, and you and Wanda both close your eyes in anticipation. " As much as I care about you."

You kiss Wanda before she responds. Sweetly and softly. The sensation makes you smile against her lips, and you ignore the urge to deepen the kiss to pull away.

"Is that your way of saying you're in love with me?" Wanda teases half breathlessly a minute later, her tone playful and confident, but her rosy cheeks give away how affected she is. You think she's irresistible.

You laugh lightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face before looking into her eyes.

"I'm in love with you." You confess simply, watching her blink in surprise and amazement. "So, you still think it's too fast?"

Wanda smiles, denying it, and then approaches you.

"I'm in love with you too" She confesses as a secret against your lips. You feel your stomach rumble with nervousness and excitement, but you don't say anything else, because Wanda kisses you again. She asks for passage with her tongue a second later, making you sigh.

You hold your mouths together in a passionate kiss for long minutes, panting against each other' lips as Wanda moves to sit on your lap with her hands on your neck while your hands move up to her waist. You feel hot and bothered, squeezing her skin as if you want to merge with it. It is only when your kisses begin to move down to her collarbone that Wanda gasps saying that you two should go upstairs.

She moves off your lap, breaking the kiss, and you bite your lips, chasing her mouth again. Standing up, Wanda slides her tongue against yours one last time, making your head spin, before she pulls away, smiling at you as she pulls you by the hand into the house.

She signals with her finger for you to be quiet as you enter, and you swallow dryly as you observe the way her eyes are dark.

Getting to your room seems to take forever, especially since you can barely breathe, but finally you arrive.

Wanda locks the door after you enter. And then the atmosphere changes, because you both know what is about to happen.

She smiles shyly at you and you hold out your hand to her, leading her to sit on the bed beside you.

You exchange a glance before you sigh softly, slowly moving closer to her face. When you kiss her, much more tenderly and gently than any other time, Wanda melts.

She raises her hands to your neck, deepening the kiss as she falls onto the bed and takes you with her. You kiss her firmly, swirling your tongue around hers slowly, making her shiver.

There is no rush in what you are about to do, and you certainly want to enjoy every second of it.

You rest your weight against Wanda, enjoying the feeling of having her beneath you, and the sound that escapes her throat. Your mouth separates from hers only for you to move your kisses down her collarbone, causing Wanda to close her eyes and sigh.

Your hands reach behind her back to pull down the zipper of her dress. When your fingers make contact with her exposed skin, Wanda bites her lips, entwining her legs together in search of more friction.

Your kisses move down as you pull the dress off her body, Wanda shifting on the bed to help you undress her. You move away from her neck to remove the piece completely, your gaze falling to her exposed skin the next moment. The redhead blushes at your stare, but all you can do is admire. The sight of her bare breasts makes your core throb, and you feel the urge to touch and kiss every inch.

You kiss her again in the next second, but part your mouths again quickly to move your lips down her body.

At the first touch on her breasts, Wanda gasps loudly. You smile, controlling the urge to tell her not to be so loud, but you are distracted by the growing heat in your core when you suck on her nipple and she whimpers, bringing her hand to your hair to keep you there.

Dividing your attention between the nipples, you kiss, bite, and suck the sensitive skin, keeping enough of it in your mouth for the skin to be marked red, which elicits a hearty moan from Wanda.

As your kisses begin to descend again, Wanda's body tenses. You kiss at the height of her navel before looking up, and already find her looking up at you with darkened eyes, biting her lip.

"Everything okay?" You ask in a sigh, trying to reason properly out of the bubble of lust.

Wanda's hesitation causes you to raise your face back toward her again, keeping your hands by her side so as not to fall against her body.

"What's wrong?" You ask gently, trying to find any sign of discomfort.

"Nothing." She says with a shy smile. "It's just... it's the first time I... since..."

"Yeah, I know." You interrupt half breathlessly, knowing exactly what she is referring to. "Mine too." You confess, but at this point, you knew she should have guessed it too. You have been grieving partners for quite some time, after all. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." Wanda quickly denies, biting back a smile. "I feel good."

You smile, nodding in agreement.

"Me too."

You kiss Wanda gently again, but before the kiss gets more heated, you pull away to whisper against her lips. "Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time."

Wanda nods, bringing your lips together next.

//-//

When you awake, it is probably the best sleep you have had in months. Wanda is curled up on you, her clothes spread across the room lit by the sunbeams from the window.

You mumble that you have to get up because the children will be up soon, but Wanda says that her father will take care of them, and kisses you until you completely forget where you are.

When you finally get up, and go downstairs for coffee, neither adult comments at all on the way Wanda's hand remains in yours throughout the meal.

//-//

While Wanda is talking to Pietro and Erik about how they are going to organize the inheritance of the farm, and the children are playing in the backyard in front of the veranda, you decide to call your mother.

You end up learning that she got a buyer for your apartment, but you tell her that you would deal with these matters when you get back. After checking email and that sort of thing, you turn off your cell phone again.

Taking one last look at the children, you walked back into the house, catching a small piece of the conversation of the others in the living room about what would be done about Wanda's flower shop, but you didn't intrude.

"We know a lot of people around here, Wanda." Charles was counting. "I'm sure we'll be able to find a new location for the flower shop."

Wanda looked slightly apprehensive, probably considering all the consequences of the relocation, but she relaxed her posture completely when you entwined your hand with hers.

When the conversation was over, it was decided that the families would move to the farm. Selling the properties in New York would take some time, but they would still move to the city during the vacations. It was going to be a rush, but Erik and Charles were willing to help too.

Since you guys were leaving that afternoon, you went back to your room to pack. And Wanda joined you a moment later, kissing you on the cheek before sitting down on your bed.

" All good?" You asked as you folded your socks.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a smile. "I'm just trying to believe that all this is really happening."

"It's not every day we get a farm, is it?" You joke making her laugh. Wanda bites her lips next, looking at you fondly, and you look away to your bag, feeling your face heat up.

"I forgot to ask you something yesterday." She begins somewhat shyly. You frown slightly, muttering for her to ask. "Are we dating?"

You laugh in surprise, throwing your folded party clothes into your suitcase, before approaching Wanda, raising your hand to her chin.

"What do you think, love?" You ask against her lips, dragging your mouth down her jaw to the height of her ear. "After what you did with your tongue yesterday, you're not going anywhere."

Wanda gasps, clenching her hands in the bed. You smile because you know the memories have hit her all over again. But you turn away next, smiling innocently at the woman in front of you before turning your attention back to the suitcase.

"I don't get a ring?" She teased next, making you laugh briefly. You looked back at the door before advancing against her, kissing her firmly, completely overturning her confident posture. When Wanda sighed against your mouth, you pulled away, and she grumbled, her hand reaching up to grab your belt and pull you back to her, but noises of footsteps made her give up.

Soon the boys came running into the room, talking excitedly about living on the farm and riding every day, and you wanted to laugh at the way Wanda had to disguise how affected she felt by your small make out session to answer her sons' questions.

//-//

After saying goodbye to your hosts with hugs, you sat in the back seat with the boys, because Tommy insisted that he wanted to show you a video game. Wanda drove you to your apartment, and after getting your suitcase from the trunk, you waved goodbye to the boys, and approached the driver's window.

"I'll call you, okay?" You tell her with a smile, Wanda nods, and you kiss her. Tommy and Billy make disgusted noises in the back of the car, and you and Wanda laugh as you part.

Waving to everyone in farewell one last time, you wait for Wanda to leave with the car before you go into the house.

"Kissing girls on the doorstep, heh? Looks like high school all over again." Your mother teases from the kitchen just as you enter. You laugh as you close the door.

"Spying through the kitchen window, Mom? And I thought I was a grown-up." You retort in the same tone as you walk to the kitchen to greet her with a kiss on the forehead, tossing your suitcase on the counter afterwards.

"Are you really dating then?" Your mother asks and you murmur in agreement. She smiles. "I'm so happy, honey. I can't wait to prepare for the wedding."

You roll your eyes humorously, picking up an apple from the countertop.

"We need to talk about your apartment, by the way." She starts again, looking through her briefcase for something. "I've found buyers, and well, I'm already looking at some houses for you, too." She says as you take a seat next to her at the table. "Of course I love having you here, but we both know you can't wait to have a place of your own again."

You sigh lightly.

"Yeah, Mom." You confirm. "About that..."

//-//

"You're late." Agatha remarked as soon as you stumbled into her office. You gave her a lopsided smile, closing the door as you entered.

"Sorry, I had a date and lost track of time."

Agatha raises her eyebrows at you.

"A date, hm? Let's talk about it then."

//-//

You had just deposited Melina's share of the apartment in the bank when your cell phone vibrated.

A message from Bucky, asking if you were coming to therapy with him today, as he was already at the station. You reply with an emoji, and a text saying coming.

//-//

"I am immensely happy for your progress, even though I am upset that you will not be continuing with us." Stephen says to you and Wanda, in your last group session.

"Well, New Jersey has its support groups. But this one is always going to be special." You tell him as you lightly tap his arm. Stephen smiles as he hands you the progress brooches. Wanda has her hand intertwined in yours, and the man in front of you looks at that before commenting.

"You know, I always find it curious the way pairs develop in the group." He comments. "We never ask that the activities be romantic, but still, many of them end up falling in love."

You and Wanda exchange a mixed look of embarrassment and happiness.

"I guess we have you to thank for that." Wanda says next, but Stephen smiles, denying it.

"Not at all. I'm happy for both of you. After all, I always thought you would get along together." He hints last, making you and Wanda laugh softly.

//-//

"I just need to lock up and grab a few last things in the office, and then we can go." Wanda told you when you arrived at the flower shop. The establishment was now empty, as the moving crew had already passed by.

You waited for her in the reception area.

With the key to the flower shop in hand and the last files that were there, Wanda hesitated. You looked at her, standing in the center of the place, eyes watering, and smiled as you approached.

"Everything okay?" You asked as you touched her arms, stroking her to calm her down.

"Yeah." She sighs, looking around one last time before looking back at you. "It just feels like I'm ending something. Like a chapter in my life."

You swallow dryly briefly, nodding.

"Are you scared?"

Wanda smiles.

"Terrified." She confesses. "But I have you, so I know I'll be all right."

You smile, lifting your hands to your neck to kiss her. It's brief and sweet, and it's exactly what you both need to be sure you're doing the right thing.

"You're a flirt, aren't you Maximoff?" You tease with a smile, and Wanda giggles lightly against your lips.

"And you are breathtaking, love."

You felt your face heat up, kissing Wanda again.

"Are you sure about what we're doing, Wanda?" You let the words escape your anxious brain next. Wanda raised her free hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

" Absolute." She assures. "You are my future."

You swallow dryly, affected by the intensity of the confession. A shy smile escapes your lips in the next moment.

"And you are mine."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wandaxreader #wandaxyou #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyn #wanda x yn #marvel imagines #sorry for your loss

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mayansmcsblog · 3 years ago

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Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday.

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him.

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because”

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared.

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy.

Of course you had someone else.

-----

Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there.

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you

“Y/n?”

“Yeah”

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

“yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

----

You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here.

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

---

Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

---

Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said”

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual.

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head.

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong.

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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hoonhrt · 4 years ago

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#15

: pairing — soccer player! jake x reader

: genre — slight angst, fluff

: song rec — these days by wallows

: a/n — i don’t know too much about soccer so apologizing in advance if i mess up some terminology!

There was a slight orange hue to the sky as the sun had gone down, the fluorescent lights of the field were switched on while you waited for Jake to finish up soccer practice since he promised to walk you home after.

He made his way towards you with a goofy grin on his face. A duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a towel thrown around his neck to absorb his sweat. You end up meeting him half way into the field.

You two were the only ones at the field so he grasped your hand in his and begin to walk down the artificial grass. You and Jake were a fairly new couple, none of your friends had known you guys were even friends let alone dating each other.

“So y’know, the annual soccer game is tomorrow?” Jake speaks in a low tone as you both walk down the sidewalk. You turned your head to him and meet eyes, giving him a nod. “Well...” he trails off his sentence, unaware of how to continue on. You stop walking and patiently wait for him to continue with a soft look on your face that made Jake smile. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to wear my spare jersey to the game?”

Its not that you were ashamed of Jake and your relationship, no not at all! You’ve always been portrayed as a quiet, reserved person who maintains the best grades and sticks to themselves You were scared of what others would think of you dating The Jake Sim. one of the most well known kids at your school. Your silence made Jake feel a little bit regretful of asking you.

“Listen you don’t have to. If you aren’t comfortable or ready yet, its cool, I understand.” His eyes emit slight sadness that you noticed. The silence you started carried on throughout the rest of the walk home.

by the time you had reached your house, the sun had fully gone down and the moon had replaced it. The awkward tension still lingered as you still had yet to answer. Unaware of how to bid you goodbye, Jake gives you a high five and made his way home.

You spent that night staring at your ceiling in the dark. It wasn’t a big deal, but you were scared of all the things people would say. They would judge Jake for dating someone like you. They would insult you, tell you that you weren’t good enough for Jake. These thoughts clouded your head. Until, a specific cutie texted your phone.

From Jakey <3: can’t wait to see you tomorrow at the game! sleep well.

Unconsciously, you smiled at your phone. Picturing the grin on his face while texting you made your heart beat a little faster. You couldn’t say no to him. Not when that pretty little smile of his stays alight, even if he is feeling down.

To Jakey <3: drop off the jersey at my door before you head to school. rest well jake, you’ve got a big day ahead of you <3

You turned off your phone and fell asleep, in the hopes that a certain boy would show up in your dreams that night.

You had opened your door to leave for school and right there sitting on your door step was his jersey plus a flower. It looked like it was picked out right from the ground but you were still very grateful. Before you left you ran back into the house, leaving the blue and white jersey and flower in your room.

School had consumed your day while practice had consumed Jake’s which meant that neither of you could meet up before the game. You came home and quickly changed, adrenaline racing around your body in the excitement of getting to see Jake play and being able to support him.

The school stadium was PACKED. All the bleachers were filled with students from your own school and the other. The cheers of the students rang around the entire stadium, shaking the seats and giving you a slight headache. Your group friends ushering you to their location, shock covering their faces. You had no time to explain as the game was about to start.

There was about a minute left on the clock. The giant buzzer board flashed the numbers counting down. The two teams were tied. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, you included. The ball moving back and forth between both teams, leaving the people questioning if this would go overtime. The last 30 seconds had arrived and the crowd had gone silent. Scared that any noise would ruin the players momentum.

The ball had been moving further and further away from your school’s team, until the best midfielder on the team, Jake Sim, swooped in and stole the ball. He starts sprinting across the field whilst managing the ball straight against his feet. He reaches the goal and kicks with the side of his foot with all his strength. As if time had stopped, the ball slowly goes into the opposite direction the goalie had been jumping towards and hits the back of the net with a thud.

Jake Sim just won the soccer game.

The crowd starts screaming again just like the beginning of the game. The cheers could possible be heard all the way from the other side of town. You jumped out of your seat, screaming as loud as you could, watching Jake’s team mates tackle him onto the ground. The adrenaline you felt earlier had reached you again and you found yourself running down the bleacher steps towards the field. You start shouting his name.

“JAKE! JAKE!” of course, he recognized your voice, even if it was from miles away. He watched you get closer and closer to him as you dashed across the field. He squinted his eyes a little just to see your infamous school colours spread across the shirt you were wearing, well rather, his shirt you were wearing. The boy’s smile unknowingly got even wider, reaching his sweet eyes that were filled with love. His arms span out to wrap you in his warmth.

You grab onto his body and enclose your arms around his neck. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around, giggles erupt from the both of you. The sound of your voice fills Jake’s mind as you began to ramble on about how amazing and cool he looked on the field. Everything around him was drowned out and all he could focus on was your lips that kept on moving and moving.

It all stopped abruptly when he smashed his lips onto yours. Unsure of how to react at first, you didn’t kiss back. Once you realized that he lips were actually on yours, you gave in. His hands found home on your waist tugging you closer, while the palms of your hands rested against the nape of his neck. Your heads tilted slightly to deepen the kiss. His lips tasting salty and sweet, a flavour you don’t think you could ever get tired of. You pulled away, slightly breathless, foreheads resting against each others.

Jake looks into your eyes, his shiny smile mirroring yours.

“Thank you for supporting me today baby. My jersey fits you so well, it almost like you were made to wear mine.” He teases you as you look away, the apples of your cheeks turning a deep shade of pink at the use of the pet name.

“Anytime #15.” Jake kisses your cheek, letting you rest your head against his heart, that might’ve been beating a little more than it should’ve.

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You are mine

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N have many problems and commitments in their lives and instead of solving them they decide to blame the other. Eventually, the fights end their relationship. Luke travels with Sunset Curve during the summer and when he returns he has a pretty clear idea in his head. He wants his girl back.

But it's not as easy as it sounds when the competition had 3 months to score points with the cheerleader in his absence.

Three months. Luke has gone three months without seeing Y/N. They have been inseparable since they met when they were 12 years old, never spending more than days without seeing each other. But the moment they broke up Luke knew he had to get out of the freaking town because if he couldn't distance himself he was going to end up the very next day at his ex-girlfriend's house begging her to accept him back. And the truth is that both needed to breathe and rethink what each one is looking for in their future.

Because although he’s head over heels in love with her, the truth is that both were in a moment of their lives in which they couldn’t and specially wanted to adapt to what the other needed. They had a lot of different responsabilities and things to do, it was just hard sometimes to add more to the list.

Which meant that she missed several of his concerts, that he was late for her birthday party, that there was no time for dates, that they didn’t feel supported. Many arguments trying to fix things that never came to anything because neither of them really wanted to commit. None willing to give in.

And then the painful but friendly breakup in early summer happened.

Bobby has a truck and the boys decided that doing a roadtrip during the summer performing wherever they could to earn enough to keep traveling was a brilliant idea to distract him and make the band known, and he agreed without looking back.

Things turned out much better than any of the four expected and they even had the luxury of traveling one more week, so they have a week of homework to catch up on. Will his relationship have ended on good enough terms to ask Y/N? Homework is not that big of a deal for him but it usually takes him a little longer to miss more than 15 assignments.

As soon as Luke opens the front door, his eyes fall straight on her. She is on her back trying to hang up some posters, but he would recognize that body wherever, from whatever angle.

His eyes immediately scan her wrist, which doesn't have any of the couple matching black-and-white bracelets they both used to wear all the time.

The first of many reminders Luke would get that day about his breakup with the cheerleader.

Y/N stands on her tiptoes trying to reach the height required for the poster, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't reach it. She’s just going to give up and ask for help when she feels some strong and determined hands lift her without any sign of trouble or doubt.

She doensn’t need to turn her head or listen to his voice, the strong grip on each side of her hips and his intoxicating perfume are more than enough to confirm who is lifting her in the air.

Luke is not playing fair. Y/N hears his husky and seductive voice as his lips lightly brush her ear. “I know you love my hands on you, but do you plan to put up the poster at some point?”

The cheerleader is shocked for a few seconds, until murmurs around them remind her that they are not alone. She puts the poster as fast as she can and instructs her ex-boyfriend to take her down.

Reluctantly she turns around and for the first time in quite a few weeks her eyes meet her favorite ones, which at least for the moment, are deep green.

"You can't do that, Lucas. We broke up."

He smirks. She only calls him like that when she's trying really hard to scold him even though it's not what she actually wants. She tries to look more determined and tough, but he can see through it all.

He decides to rest one of his arms on the wall, leaning just enough so that their foreheads are almost touching, and then smiles at her. One of those smiles that she used to classify as the most tender and beautiful sight in the world and that used to receive a light sweet kiss in return.

But this time, instead of a kiss, her gaze tells him that he is crossing the limit and that it’s better to stop. Neither has to say anything, she doesn't need to throw his arm out of the way or yell at him to move.

The two of them know each other better than anyone, and when Luke sees that expression, her wrinkled nose, her eyes lit with annoyance, her crooked mouth, he knows it's time to retreat.

“I’m sorry ba-” His gaze automatically saddens as he remembers that he can no longer call her that. He can see that her eyes also look a little sadder and duller after imagining what the guitarist was going to say. “I’m sorry Y/N. I just missed you.”

“Luke, look at this man. I've been here for 10 minutes and already 14 girls gave me their numbers to pass them to you! I guess word got around that you're single again.”

Alex and Reggie go blank when they are close enough to see their beautiful friend, since Luke was covering her from their sight. The guitarist turns to tap Reggie on the shoulder, and Alex decides to hug her to ease the tension in the air. Her hands are shaking, and Alex is not sure if from sadness or jealousy, but he decides not to say anything and keep hugging her, trying to make her feel supported.

“We missed you so much, we are not Sunset Curve without you.” Alex confesses loud enough for the other two members present to listen and nod their heads.

“I missed you too, boys. My summer was too peaceful and quiet without my favorite band.” The drummer lets go of her and Reggie replaces him by hugging her tightly, moving his arms behind her back silently asking Luke what to do with all the papers in his hands. The annoyed guitarist takes them and throws them away without thinking twice. Reg whispers "rude" and his friend rolls his eyes at him.

Reggie lets go and the four of them stare each other for a few seconds, none knowing what to say or do.

"Hello, sorry but I came to escort this beauty to her next class."

The fifth voice belongs to Cameron Green, who has just appeared in front of them and offers the girl his arm to intertwine with hers.

The perfect captain of the football team. Luke has known for years that the guy has some feelings for his girl, but he never had to worry because he knows her, she would never do anything that would put his trust at risk. But now, things are different.

She takes a step forward to accept the gesture and turns to see the boys one last time.

"I guess I'll see you on music class." She offers an apologetic smile, Alex smiles back to let her know it’s okay.

"But what about lunch break?" Reggie asks, after all, the five have been sitting together for years, they didn’t even separate when Y/N entered the cheer squad.

"I promised to sit down with Cam, sorry guys. But see you later!"

Y/N turns to look at Luke for a few seconds, as if waiting for him to stop her. But never happened.

So both her and Cameron walk until the band can’t see them in the sea of students. Reggie and Alex turn to see their friend, who has his hands wrapped in fists and looks totally crimson, his face irradiates frustration as he clenches his teeth.

“I prOmiseD tO SiT DoWN WitH CaM, fucking hell I’m out of here.”

“You are not going anywhere, man! It’s time for an intervention.” Reggie takes his friends by the arm and leads them to the janitor's closet where he pushes them and closes the door.

“The janitor's closet, really?” Alex asks and Reggie smiles proudly. “..Okay.”

"This is stupid, can we get out of here now?" They both return their attention to Luke, his face radiating despair.

"No. You can't keep prolonging this anymore. What did you think? That no one was going to try to date the most popular girl in school? Are you really so self-centered as to believe that no one would dare just because you are the ex boyfriend? Local rockstar or not, she’s a gem."

“Of course not, I just went into denial, I guess. All I know is that I miss her. I missed her every day this endless summer. I know the experience was amazing, but every night while I was singing the only thing I could think about is how much I wanted to see her beautiful dorky face in the small audience. The way she blushes when I'm singing straight to her direction and I send her a wink. The passion with which she sings each of the songs that she has been listening to over and over for years. How proud she looks of us as we give that final bow.

And it’s stupid, you know? Because somehow, I forced myself to think that having a girlfriend was depriving me of the opportunity to live experiences like that, to live my dream the fullest.

And what I ended up discovering when I did them is that my dream is simply never going to be fulfilled without her. As Alex said, she is as much part of Sunset Curve as any of us. And that now she has other interests or priorities doesn’t diminish how much she loves us and how much we love her, our dreams don't have to collide. And I'm a real idiot who took 3 months to realize it while I'm sure that fake dude was doing his fight to win her over.”

“FINALLY!” They both scream while hugging their brother. “Dude, I’m pretty sure she’s still in love with you, just act fast. You both have to stop being so stubborn and learn to give in for each other's sake from time to time. You cannot ask the other what you do not give.” Alex advises.

“I’ll win my girl back.” Luke smiles, hoping that if he says it with enough conviction it will come true.

The boys decide to go back to classes, by the time they are about to reach the lockers for gym, the other guys are already there and a lively conversation is heard.

“Man, it's not like I've been in love with her for years. I don't even know her. But stealing Luke Patterson’s girlfriend who is casually the most popular girl in school, is simply the step that makes you a legend in this small town. Not to mention that perfect body, what I would do to her if I had the chance."

No one has noticed the Sunset Curve members are present, and the second they hear him Reggie and Alex cover Luke's mouth and drag him out of there.

“I’m going to kill him! And before you say it, I don't care if it's the stupid football captain! If his monkeys hit me I have the satisfaction that I already gave him a black eye and I took out 3 teeth from him. No one is going to play or talk about her like that!"

To say that he is angry is an understatement. He is shaking with fury, moving in the small hall from one side to the other trying to calm the urge to slam his fist against the wall, because if he is going to slam it somewhere it will be in that idiot's face.

“You have to control yourself and be smart for once! he is the golden boy of the school, no matter how popular you are, your reputation as a bad boy is not going to win against his. Maybe not even with Y/N, she might think you're just fired up to see them together."

As much as it hurts to admit it, Alex is right. That clown has convinced everyone in the school with the idea that he doesn’t break a plate. While the guitarist is famous for skipping classes and playing clubs until dawn.

“And what am I supposed to do? I hope you don't suggest that I just sit around doing nothing."

Reggie takes two steps back in case Alex's suggestion is in fact Luke to do nothing. After all, he has to protect that adorable face.

“I’m not telling you to do nothing, I’m asking you to pay attention to what’s really important. Don't focus on him, focus on her."

He’s not going to say it aloud, but Alex is right, again. She should always be his main focus.

After his friends manage to convince him to take the peaceful route, Luke spends the rest of the day searching for the right words to say, but it’s difficult to find inspiration when every time he turns the love of his life is next to a jerk who is only trying to deceive her.

Not to mention lunch break, every time that idiot tried to touch her or get too close, the guitarist felt his blood boil. The only thing that kept him sane is that she politely pushed him away each and every time.

Reggie managed to convince her to come to the studio with them after her cheer training, just like they used to do last school year. The boys waited for her each time and then she accompanied them to their band rehearsals. Or at least they did before both she and Luke started arguing for not wanting to put in that extra effort.

Alex and Reggie watched as the relationship began to decline and the fights began to escalate. And when the breakup became official, they knew they had to keep the exes away from each other. The ex couple had never been apart and it was important for them to make their friends realized how much they want and love each other's presence in their lives. How lucky they are to have such a supportive partner at their side.

They never said anything to Luke but they could see how sad and depressed the guitarist looked without her. As if that spark in him was missing.

All day they were observing their girly who looked just as miserable, that special aura full of dull energy.

Alex had a theory that he explained to Reggie. When a relationship finishes going through that time where it feels new and recent, when you get used to the other as a couple, sometimes it is easy to take things for granted and not want to continue trying or giving the extra.

Sometimes you get lost in that lapse, and finding a balance is not easy. But when you love someone as much as they love each other, well, it’s easy to guess they’ll find the way.

So while Alex distracted Luke, Reggie ran to convince his girl friend to join them, which wasn't easy considering she already had plans with the football player. At that moment the bassist was grateful Luke was not around to hear that.

Once they are together, things will settle down. They have both suffered enough to know that without a doubt everything they have to do for the other is worth it. It’s time for them to stop being stubborn because Reg and Alex are not going to bear being in the middle for long. Those two can be insufferable sometimes.

So, that's how Sunset Curve ended in the stands. Watching her friend as the squad lifted her to the top of the pyramid.

Luke can't help but see her with loving eyes. He feels so proud of her, and that’s when he realizes he can’t remember the last time he actually told her, and that hurts him. She should hear those words every day, and if he is lucky enough for her to accept him back, that will be one of the first things that will change.

He's so focused on watching her, that he doesn't realize the football team is starting a fight just yards away until Reggie hits him on the shoulder.

Cameron pushes one of his teammates straight into the pyramid, which begins to disarm before the guitarist's eyes.

Some of her team manage the impact not be too strong, but she still stays motionless on the ground for a few seconds because of the shock.

Cameron Green kneels in front of her, Luke tries desperately to pass but two big guys get behind their captain to block him.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” The desperation in his voice indicates that he will do whatever it takes to get to her.

“Leave her alone already, Patterson!”

Reggie and Alex catch up with him and mentally prepare for what lies ahead, when they hear Y/N's weak voice.

"No! Luke, please. I need Luke."

The guitarist takes advantage of everyone's momentary shock after hearing her voice and manages to get to her side.

“I- I- I’m here, baby. I’m here, don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Luke lightly caresses her cheek while examining her body, it seems that it was more the scare than anything else.

“I know.” She smiles at the contact of Luke’s hand in her skin.

“Yeah?” He asks almost in a whisper, he is hypnotized watching her. Trying with all his might not to kiss her.

“Yes, you are here. As long as we are together everything will be fine.”

“Is this your subtle way to tie me up again?” Luke teases while helping her sit up. The whole crowd watches them around the field. Cameron looking angry just a few yards away.

She laughs. A wholesome laugh, full of happiness. “Oh honey, we all know you never stopped being mine."

If there is something that turns him on, is his Y/N’s confidence. (And see her in nothing but his t-shirts but that’s not the point.)

“Right back atcha, baby.” He brushes his lips against hers while making that seducting face that she can hardly ever resist, but this time she surprises him by taking him from behind the neck and crashing her lips on his.

The people around them begin to applaud the show, and without interrupting the passionate kiss Luke puts his arms around her back and legs to lift her up and carry her away.

Reggie and Alex do a fist bump and then one looks for Y/N's things and the other for Luke's and follows them from behind.

"They endured a whole school day, wow."

"If we hadn't stolen Luke from her over summer they would have been 2 hours apart and it would have been the most embarrassing separation of all time."

"The two of them were going through a lot and they didn't know how to cope at the time, but now that they are both better, I’m very happy they’re back together, they are soulmates."

“They sure are, Reg. Did you see Cameron's face when Luke stuck his tongue down Y/N's throat? PRICELESS.”

Thank you for reading✨

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