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screaminglygay · 1 year ago

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third time is a charm, right?

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: being ditched by your date always sucks, but what if there is a chance you´ll meet someone very special at a local pub?

warnings: alcohol consumption and some swearing

word count: 1.1K

(italica = your thoughts)

Again. You´re sitting yet in another bar waiting for your tinder date to come. You look around and you see how crowded it got. How long have you been waiting here? An hour? Maybe two? You decide to check your phone, maybe send another few messages to Kayla, the girl you were supposed to meet, but you can´t find her profile, you refresh the page, but her cute smiley face is nowhere to find in your contacts.

She blocked you.

You let out a chuckle, because this is definitely not the first time something like that has happened. It was actually the third time. You thought that third time is a charm, and you will meet the love of your life, well maybe that´s not how tinder really works.

You look around once more, seeing all the happy couples makes you want to throw up, even though you only had one drink.

Sigh.

You really want to go home, take off all your fancy clothes and change into some extremely comfy pj´s. Grab the large bucket of your favorite ice cream and put some Disney on. But you don´t want another girl from a dating site put you in bad mood. So, after a few minutes of inner fight with yourself, you order another cocktail.

A couple of minutes pass, you're not even angry with Kayla—in fact, you've completely forgotten about her. Your mind is now occupied with a bunch of strangers that are having a good time. Some of them are drinking beer, some are playing billiard and some of them are just being humans. Bopping their head at the rhythm of not so loud music in the background, it sounds like an 80´s playlist. But you cannot hear it very well, so it´s just a guess.

After scanning the whole room there is something that caught your eye. Looking back, you notice a stunning woman alone in her booth. Although her brown hair is messy, it seems so flawless. You study her for some time, and you can´t get enough of her. The more you look at her, the more you feel trapped by her charm. She is simply sitting there, but it appears that she is doing everybody a favor by just existing.

Normally you would only gaze at her from afar, but maybe the third time is truly a charm. You finish your drink and you're already on your legs walking straight towards where she´s sitting. You are just going for it without any preparation. Shoutout to the cocktails you had. After what felt like miles, you're almost at her booth.

You smile and take one deep breath.

You can't help but notice the second glass on the table that is almost finished as soon as you are standing next to her.

Shit. Abort mission. She´s not alone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You try to turn around as fast as you can and pretend like nothing ever happened.

“May I help you?” you hear the sweetest voice you have ever heard in your life.

You turn around, looking down at her. Making eye contact with her was in fact a stupid idea. She had such beautiful eyes that you couldn't help but stare at her for a few seconds like a lost puppy. Her smile also felt like sunshine on your face, which made you instinctively smile. You practically drooled over this amazing-looking stranger and completely missed the fact that someone was approaching you from behind.

“Baby, you´re ordering another drink?” said a velvety voice that sounds confident yet very subtle.

Baby? Oh shit. Now I´m screwed up.

You are standing still, barely breathing, and literally looking like the definition of a deer caught in headlights. Both women are observing you from up close and there is not a single thought in your mind.

“Uh um sorry... would you like another drink?” you reply, still looking at the brown-haired girl, thinking this was the best way to get away from this awkward situation.

“No, thank you?” She looked at you up and down, while tilting her head to the side, with a bigger smile on her face than before.

“But I'll get another whiskey, please” it was the raspy voice again.

Finally turning to face her, you swallow hard. The darkly lit room highlighted the seductive redhead's mysterious presence as you focused on her. Your whole body tingled as her smokey eyes locked onto yours, cutting through the distance separating you and forming some sort of connection you don’t understand yet, but it seems like she already does.

“Yes! One whiskey is on its way!” you do finer guns and smiled awkwardly. Almost running away.

Faking being the waitress is a new one, really. Oh god.

The evident couple shares a smirk and a small chuckle while you're waiting at a bar for the drink that the redheaded goddess ordered.

“I don´t think she works here, Tasha” younger girl giggles and makes eye contact with her girlfriend.

“No, she definitely doesn't. She was on her phone when we got here.” older woman replied, while she glances over her shoulder to look at you.

“Huh... she´s adorable" Wanda admit, glancing over at you again. Natasha just nods her head in agreement.

You returned a little while later with the whiskey, sending a little smile to the women.

“Here you go! Enjoy rest of the night!” you yelped as you turn around, but someone was fast enough to grab your hand.

“One more thing, sweetheart...” you turn your head back and see that your wrist is now in a hand of one of the most attractive people your eyes have ever seen.

People don’t make the same mistake twice, right? But you did and you made eye contact, again. Getting lost in someone´s eyes should be your job, honestly. Your mouth is slightly open at the sudden nickname that the goddess herself gave you. Maybe you're that delusional that you heard something else, but her hungry gaze is saying something else.

“Hm?” is the only thing you can let out in this tense moment.

“Give us a call when you're ready to stop pretending to be a waitress.” she grinned and let go of your wrist. She stood up and gave you her business card with some money.

“You can have the change.” she adds, winking at you while instantly grabbing a hand of her sweet girlfriend, who just smiles at you.

Yet again you were like a deer in the headlights, just standing there. When you turned around, they were already gone, you looked down at the money and it hit you... They left a hundred bucks, even though they had like three drinks in total.

What just happened?

But what hit you the most was the message on the business card. It was written in pretty neat writing. Overall, the whole business card looked elegant.

“Next time don’t be shy to talk to us, darling”

- Natasha and Wanda

(let me know if you want part two!:)

#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfic #wlw #first fic #third time is a charm right?#adele writes

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scorpioracha · 2 years ago

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Seeing you wine

This is 100% skz x Caribbean reader cause I don’t see enough of that and being Caribbean myself this is the shit I think about. You know the vibes, reblogs,comments and likes are my fuel to write, I hope y’all like this!

Bangchan,Changbin,Felix,I.N:

These boys are very much so giving 친구를 만나느라, shy, shy, shy.

Bang Chan honestly doesn’t know what he was expecting when he heard music coming from the bedroom. First of all it was late, second of all you were supposed to be in bed and third of all…were you having some sort of party? He didn’t expect to see you kneeling on the bed circling your hips with venom playing in the background. Knees parted ever so slightly just scrolling on your phone like this wasn’t the sexiest thing that could ever happen. His baby sitting pretty on the bed dancing to a song he composed? He’s honestly got a lot to say but he’s in the door way just frozen, absolutely speechless and he can feel his heart racing and his neck is definitely red.His eyes are locked in on the way you’re moving and all he can imagine is you doing that on his cock. He ends up walking back out of the room and just sitting on the couch for a bit like 😵‍💫

Changbin made the grave mistake of asking to learn more about your culture. He had expected clothes,food, maybe hairstyles but when you told him you were going to show him some dancing he wasn’t expecting you to bend over and start rolling your hips. He honestly shifted through emotions like a slot machine until his body decided on confused-intrigued horny. He was kinda just standing there like a wounded puppy with his little 🥺 face because he doesn’t know what to do with himself and he didn’t want to be disrespectful and you looked so pretty but he just wanted to touch you😭 you only realize he’s frozen behind you when he lets out a wounded whimper. You couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks and laugh at him because he did exactly what you expected.

Felix on the other hand is your biggest hype man. You guys were baking cookies and you had your playlist on shuffle and as we all know, when the music hits it hits. You couldn’t not bend over the minute you heard wine pon di edge playing. Felix’s eyes are immediately on you and he’s jumping and laughing praising you for how talented you are. He only falls silent when you press your chest against his and grind against him. It causes him to drop the stick of butter in his hands but even though he’s blushing crimson he immediately grips your hips and finds himself getting lost in the motion and you both begin to move as one. You’re the one who ends up getting a little shy because his eyes haven’t left yours and they’re burning with desire. That is until the song ends and the little bubble of whatever the hell just happened is popped.

I.N is his name and being a tomato is his game. You two were at a party with a mix of the boys and your friends and you were known to bust out the island moves when you had a few drinks in you and the mood was right. Little did I.N know his normally giggly cuddly drunk gf was about to drop into a split on the floor and tear that shit up😭 his reaction time goes crazy because he immediately breaks the dance circle and collects your ass before you could find a way to get on your head. Little innie isn’t mad but boy is he jealous, no one else is supposed to see you like that. He’s silently brooding and rubbing at his red cheeks and it doesn’t help that your friends are laughing at him because they’ve witnessed you do worse💀

Minho,Seungmin,Jisung,Hyunjin:

They make you shy

Minho is so fucking excited you have no idea. He was already excited when you said you wanted to show him something, but when you asked if you guys could go to the studio he was damn near vibrating out of his skin. You don’t think you’ve seen him that happy since…well you don’t think you ever seen him that happy. You gave him a demonstration and it all went downhill from there😭 you were moving you hips to the best of the song and almost had a heart attack when you felt his chest flush against your back and your hips against his crotch. Your movement stutters to a halt and he just lets out a disappointed tsk and grips your hips harder telling you to keep going and that he’s a hands on learner. He makes it all of five minutes before he’s threatening to fuck you on this floor if you guys don’t leave soon.

Seungmin catches you by surprise in the comfort of your own home😭 you two were supposed to be hanging out later in the day, but he got out of dance practice earlier than usual(only because Minho got called out into a meeting) and decided to come over a bit earlier to surprise you with treats. It wasn’t like you to not answer the door so he got a bit worried and used his spare key. It was just his luck to find you leaning over the couch shaking your ass with honestly the biggest headphones on known to man, where do you even get headphones that big?—that was besides the point. He quickly shut the door behind him and walked behind you scaring the black off you. If he hadn’t been there to stabilize you you would have flipped over that couch like the worlds worst circus act. You try to turn around to scold him but he just presses your back down so your back is arched and tells you to continue💀

Jisung saw you do this once at a music festival and now it’s like a daily request from him. He doesn’t even ask anymore, he just plays the music and stares at you expectantly. You might honestly have to start charging him cause who does he think he is??? He doesn’t make it any better but sitting down right in front of you and praising you every time. Little sighs and exhales of “you’re so pretty jagi” and “such a pretty girl, all for me” all in all this one is a little fucking menace

Hyunjin is so sure that he has the better waistline out of you two💀 he makes this shit a competition and he doesn’t even play fair because he lifts his shirt up and puts on the most sensual song and tells you to watch him so you can point out any mistakes. He lives to fluster you “jagi I don’t think I’m doing this right, come check for me?” and by check he means put your hands on his waist and feel exactly how he’s doing it. His breath is on the shell of your ear as he asks “am I doing it right now? Am I doing good for you?”😵‍💫

#skz #skz headcanons #skz reactions #skz smut #skz x black reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #stray kids hard thoughts #skz bang chan #skz jeongin #skz hyunjin #skz minho #skz jisung #skz Felix #skz seungmin #skz changbin #skz scenarios

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h-c-u · 1 year ago

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No one else can feel it for you

Summary: Rollerskating through the pit lane in the rain.

Pairing: Peter "Bono" Bonnington x fem!reader

W/C: 1.5k

Rating: PG

TWs: None

A/N: More Bono Fluff :3 Written on my knee in like an hour :3 I see it happening in Silverstone on a Thursday evening, but no date or place is explicitly stated.

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- Yo, yo, yo, Max...! Do you know who that is...? - Lando pointed at the young woman riding on rollerblades in the currently empty pit lane, not caring in the slightest about who could see her. She seemed to be performing a chaotic choreography only she knew the steps to, but the energy she was giving and the huge smile on her face made it hard to look away. Her positivity spilled everywhere and infected everyone who glanced at her. Even illuminated by the artificial lights she looked like a ray of sunshine, as if something much brighter and warmer was shining from deep inside of her.

- I don't know... But I think the headphones and the lanyard are Mercedes, so maybe someone's daughter or girlfriend? Why? - Max stopped, more focused on his friend than the girl.

- She's kinda cute... - that made the Red Bull driver laugh, drawing the attention of the other people in the paddock club, but not for long.

- She looks a bit older than you, but I mean, shoot your shot! You're the Formula 1 driver, so I'd say you have a few things over a regular guy. - Verstappen patted his friend on the back. - I gotta go, but let me know later how it goes, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, for sure! See you later, mate! - Lando smiled but still didn't take his eyes off the only person in the visible area of the pit lane.

It was already getting dark outside, and the clouds were gathering over the track, but you didn't care. You were in that suspiciously good and energetic mood as if nothing in the whole world was wrong, and since you still had some time for yourself, you very sneakily stole one of the headsets laying around the familiar desk and paired them with your phone.

The garages were mostly empty not counting a few engineers here and there, the press was spread around the whole paddock, and the drivers were mostly in their motorhomes or trailers, not even one choosing to leave the Silverstone during the race weekend because the roads were abysmally packed everywhere around the circuit. It was so late, almost everyone was either relaxing or spending time with friends, so you were pretty sure, you were going to be left alone.

When you finished lacing the rollerblades on your feet, the first thunder rippled through the air above your head, but there was no rain just yet. You put your favorite playlist on max volume and just started moving through the pit lane to see how the asphalt there would feel under the small wheels. You quickly gained speed, sprinting against the wind until you reached the end of the pitlane, where you gracefully turned around and continued to accelerate even more. The wind whipped your hair in every direction, while the grin on your face grew with every passing second.

You jumped and did a half-turn mid-air, so you were now riding backward, glancing behind from time to time, to make sure no one came onto your path, but mostly you were slowly losing yourself in the song blasting from your headphones, not even caring that you felt the first drops of rain on your skin. After you got a good feel of the surface and your muscle memory kicked in, you started doing more flashy tricks rooted in your ice-skating background... Jumps, spins, twists, drops, all the things came naturally to you and because of the song, you felt like you were in your own private music video, not even realizing that after complicated figures you were letting out a very loud satisfactory "woohoo!".

The rain very quickly picked up, but your wheels didn't lose any grip, so it was still safe for you to have fun. You were soaked; your hair was sticking to your face, your clothes started to cling to your skin, but the summer rain was far from cold, and it didn't dampen your mood as you continued to perform for the invisible audience. That is until you noticed your tree-trunk-of-a-man finally leaving the garage with a smile of disbelief painted on his face. Even from far away, you could see that he was clearly laughing. You let out something that could be described as a happy screech and started speeding toward him. You could see that he shifted one leg backward getting into a more stable position, not only familiar with but also ready for your antics. That's why when you jumped at him, he was prepared to catch you, letting out a loud laugh, as he started spinning you both, to reduce the momentum you threw at him, and not fall down. He didn't stop though, and you crossed your legs behind him so that when you let go of his neck, you could safely lean back and throw your arms up, while the world continued to spin around you, and everything beside the face of your beloved became a blur.

You eventually lifted yourself back up. With one hand slid the headphones from your head to your neck and finally kissed him, tasting a very faint echo of a certain energy drink on his tongue. He moved his one hand higher on your back to pull you even closer, essentially supporting your whole weight with his left arm, just as you put your hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss. Because of him you felt like a teenager in love and just thinking about his smile could make you giggle like a schoolgirl.

- Hi... - you said when your lips finally parted, and you pressed your forehead to his. You didn't even notice that you stopped spinning... With your shallow breath and heated skin tightly pressed to his, everything else remained a blur in your mind. A huge smile curled your lips as you pressed a quick kiss to Pete's nose.

- Hey... - he replied, as out of breath as you were. He laughed quietly feeling your lips on his nose and closed his eyes for a second, trying to memorize everything about this moment.

- Done for the day...? - you asked, and he only nodded in reply. There was pure adoration and love painted on his face, and you couldn't help but blush when you saw it. It wasn't anything new, because he always looked at you like that, but you still couldn't believe how lucky you were, that the love of your life loved you back with the same intensity. - Are you going to put me down so we can go back...? - you rested your forearms on his shoulders.

- And give you a chance to skate away? Nope! - his bright laughter immediately filled you with warmth. You gently moved his wet hair from his forehead and combed them back with your fingers, when he suddenly tossed you higher into the air and threw you over his shoulder, which forced a loud, high-pitched squeak from your lungs.

- BONO!!! BONO, NOOO!!! - you tried to protest, but there was no conviction in your tone, as he continued laughing while carrying you in the direction of your lodging for the weekend.

Lando was just about to call out to you when you jumped into your partner's arms, but instead, he froze in place with a shocked look on his face. It was hard to believe that the usually calm and collected race engineer was giggling like a child, spinning in the rain with levels of joy rivaling the early arrival of Christmas.

- Oi! Lando! You need anything? - a familiar voice called out his name.

- Hmmm? Sorry, no. - he finally averted his gaze from the happy couple and looked at Mick who emerged from the garage, but the young Schumacher still caught the way his friend was looking at the scene happening in front of them.

- Ah. Yeah, not a chance there, sorry... - the German patted Norris on the back, trying to console him.

- I figured... - Lando laughed quietly. - But damn! I didn't even know he could smile, not to mention behave like that! - he shook his head a bit in disbelief.

- Love will do that for you. - Mick just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. - Are you heading back, or do you want to sulk alone in the rain? - he joked, flashing his teeth for a brief moment in a teasing grin.

- Heading back. - he finally replied and took one last glance at the race engineer who currently had a young woman thrown over his shoulder. - Mind if I tag along? - Mick shook his head in reply and they left the pit lane. And even though Lando was still moping on the inside, seeing how happy two people could be rubbed off on him a little bit and gave him hope that one day he will get to have something like that.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Peter Bonnington fanfic #Peter Bonnington fanfiction #Peter Bonnington x reader #🖤#Peter Bonnington

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dirtysvthoughts · 1 year ago

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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER FIVE

pairing: producer/regular! jihoon x stripper! reader

word count: 2.1k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, power play between jihoon and reader, female! reader, some sexy lil foreplay, jihoon is an ass man and pussy devourer, teasing, jihoon reveals his abs/chest, couch sex, full nudity (for both jihoon and reader), pet names (baby, honey, etc.)

notes: i may have indulged myself a little cause jihoon has been wrecking my bias list a little TOO hard lately 😵‍💫 the end gets to be pure filth simply cause i was in my horny feelings 💔 need him so bad

playlist songs: tonight - jimmy brown, sweet the kid, lust - hoody and elo, on me (prod. kang yujeong) - haeil

taglist: @im-gemmy @enhacolor @hooniewnderland @svtup @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol @marsstarxhwa @haoxiaoba (if your user is crossed out that means i can no longer tag you,, if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know by commenting under this post!)

you normally don’t do house calls. it’s an unspoken, spoken rule for strippers that you rarely go to a client’s home for work.

and with this particular regular of yours, he doesn’t normally allow outsiders in his private space.

but tonight was different. he contacted you earlier in the day if you could come over to the universe factory, his personal studio, trying to keep it cool when the reality was he needed you. desperately.

“i’ve been working on these tracks, these demos for multiple artists, it’s been a lot, and,” he sighs clicking on his mouse, moving things around on his screen. “i think it would help me a lot if you were here. besides, it’s been way too long…”

“aww, hoon!” you cutely admire, already packing your travel bag with your pleasers and settling on an outfit. “well lucky for you, i’m not working at illusion tonight, so i can stay for as long as we both want. not gonna lie, i missed you too hoon, especially after the last time. i missed your hands rubbing all over my waist, mmmm kissing my neck..” you tease him, trying to rile something out of him.

you smile to yourself when you hear him hiss over the phone. “don’t make me come and i haven’t even seen you yet,” he groans, now a little annoyed that you gave him flashbacks to a few weeks ago. you giggle proudly, your voice continuing to melt his ears, “make sure you keep it up for me then okay? i’ll see you soon, baby!”

before jihoon can utter another word, you hang up the phone and toss it on your bed, loving the fact that you got to keep him on the edge of his seat. you knew he would get you for hanging up on him, hoping it would lead to getting fucked in every position in every corner of the universe factory.

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jihoon sets the mood in his space, ceiling lights dim, multiple-colored galaxy lights spread across the big room. in a corner stands a tall, silver chrome pole and across from it a black cushion accent chair with an armrest. he sprays down your pole to clean it, wiping it down with a cloth, soft r&b music (all music he’s been working on) lowly playing in the background.

jihoon made sure beforehand that his studio is clean, any food or trash completely taken out. as he makes sure everything is perfect, his phone dings with two messages.

sage: hey honey, i’m inside the building, ground floor

sage: let me up whenever you’re ready 🤍

without hesitation, he heads down to the elevator to the ground floor. a few minutes later, he exits the elevator to find you, scrolling through your phone - your crop top and gym pants already having him wanting to take you down. he calls your name and you look up with a smile on your face when you see it’s him.

“hey beautiful,” he says built arms wrapping around your waist. he donned his usual wear, an oversized shirt and shorts, this time wearing a white tee and black shorts. his long back hair fell over his eyes, giving him a more mysterious, even sexier look. you can’t help yourself as your mouth melts into his kiss, he tilts your chin up to get more access, feeling your body up.

you nearly mouth into his mouth, but you catch yourself realizing that you two were still in an open space where anyone could easily walk by and even spy. you gently pull away from him, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“hey, baby - i really missed you,” you muse, your panties pathetically starting to get wet. right now you had to be the one in charge, whatever jihoon could do to you, that would be for later.

“i missed you too,” he takes his hand out and you grab ahold of it, as he walks you to the elevator. “you look even prettier today.”

“thanks,” you say, admiring how attentive he was. as the doors close, it’s a struggle for you both to keep your hands to yourself, but you soon get to jihoon’s floor quicker than you think. he exits first and you follow right after him, only a few feet away from the universe factory.

he punches in a code on the keypad and it makes a little melody as it unlocks. he motions for you to come in first, shutting the down once you’ve entered, door automatically locking behind you two.

“go get changed honey, ’ill be waiting for you,” he smirks at you, going to his desktop, pulling up something on the screen. you playfully roll your eyes as you unzip your bag and take out your clothes, walking towards the bathroom.

——

you check yourself out in the mirror, mentally thanking yourself for making the right decision on your outfit. you settled on a very short white bra top (to where the lines of your breasts could be seen) and barely there jean shorts, the cute ones that left most of your booty out, but still left that area covered. you paired it with your black thigh highs, deciding to be a bit bolder and wearing eight inch heels.

once you’re completely convinced, you step out of the bathroom door, walking towards jihoon, who now was sitting on the black chair across from the pole. he doesn’t notice you coming out, but he does notice you when you start to roam your hands across his shoulders and his chest, attempting to give him a massage.

“mmmm, my jihoonie has been working so hard lately,” you kiss the temple of his forehead as your continue your motions. “so tense that i can feel it just touching you.. let me help you relax honey, don’t worry about anything tonight.” he easily gives into you, and now without having to worry about anyone watching or listening, he groans out loud and it goes straight to your core.

as he tilts his head back, trying to immerse himself into you, you take the chance and gingerly sit in his lap, teasing him by slowing moving your hips and grinding down on him, instrumental beats that he’s made playing in the background. jihoon’s hands tighten their grip on the armrest, and you can feel him starting to get harder through his shorts. you chuckle to yourself, purposefully moving harder.

“so you did keep that dick up for me!” you sweetly kiss his forehead, and then his lips. “you can’t even resist the thought of me, can you baby?”

as the music continues to play, you roll your hips in rhythm to the slow beats, jihoon admiring your confidence, eyes never leaving each other’s. you bounce your ass on his lap, jihoon clearly enjoying the movement, nodding his head, hands gripping your waist as your shake your ass, spanking your right cheek in response.

“love seeing that ass shake for me,” jihoon smacks the opposite side, smirking as your face contorts in pleasure.

“should i turn around then? let you see it from the back?” you bite down on your lips again, playfully questioning him. you turn around, making sure your ass is poking out, jihoon groaning at how good your backside looks up close and personal.

“damnnn, baby,” he draws out, palming your behind. “you may need to wear these shorts more often, lookin so damn sexy dancing on me,” he pulls you flush against his back, groping your breasts feverishly.

“sh-shit, hoon!” you continue to moan out, going insane at how he was touching you. jihoon set himself apart from your other regulars, knowing just where to touch you at just the right moments. you don’t know if he knew this already, but his fingertips doting across your skin always sent chills down your spine. you turn back around to face him and kiss jihoon’s neck, head resting on his shoulders, leaving a few hickies along the way.

your hands trail down jihoon’s shirt, and you’re shocked by what you can feel. “h-hoon? your chest, holy fuck?” he can’t help but smirk at your expression as you bring the hem of his shirt up, revealing a peek of his lower abs, defined and absolutely delicious.

“you wanna see more honey?” jihoon slyly says, guiding your fingers to his abs, letting you feel him up. “god yes!” you whine out, feeling the heat course through your body. without anymore hesitation, you take off his shirt and he helps you get it over his head and you toss it across the room.

you maneuver off his lap and go down to your knees, face inches away from jihoon’s crotch. you slowly bring your head up and kiss your away up his chest, every now and then, your tongue traveling over his sculpted abs.

“oh, jihoon…,” you swoon coming up momentarily and then continuing your actions. “you taste so good honey, i can’t wait to get the rest of you in my mouth later, can’t wait to swallow every last drop of you..”

before you can go any further and pull down his shorts, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back on his lap, shoving his mouth into yours. your hips grind into his, trying to feel the friction of your bodies, panties long soaked through. jihoon’s tries to match your energy, bucking your hips up, his thrusts making you crave for more.

jihoon holds your legs by your thighs and hoists you up as he stands, walking as quickly as he can without losing his balance - both of your mouths still dancing with each other’s. once he feels his legs hit the edge of the couch, he nearly crashes his back into the piece of furniture, rotating your bodies to where you were underneath him.

before he lays you down, jihoon takes off your crop top, leaving the both of you shirtless. you whimper as the cold surface hits your back, body to body - chest to chest. “fuck, jihoon! o-oh, jihoon,” you call out, pulling down his shorts, and revealing his boxers- a wet spot visible from how much pre-cum was leaking.

“a whole wet spot and we haven’t even gotten inside each other yet.. you really are down bad for me hoon,” you chuckle, but it quickly turns into a whine when he puts his finger in your mouth and you quickly suck on the digits.

“you talk about me, but what about you honey?” he scoffs, taking his fingers from your mouth to the button of your shorts, unzipping and dragging them down your legs, clearly enjoying the fact that you wore nothing underneath. “one touch from me and you’re a whimpering, needy mess, just like you are now,” jihoon hums, taking off the waistband of boxers. “just my needy little honey who’s always ready for me..”

“fuck, c’mon jihoon, put it in me already,” you say getting impatient, tapping his forearms. “for someone who’s generally quiet, you sure have been talking a lot tonight.. why don’t you put that mouth to good use and eat me out huh?”

before he can protest, you shove his head down to your set of lower lips, high-pitched pornographic moans leaving your mouth. you knew he was gonna get you back in a split second, this fight for dominance something you always enjoyed.

he starts sucking your clit at normal pace, but jihoon makes sure you can feel every inch of his tongue in your special place. as he alternates between sucking and licking, you grip the nape of his hair tighter, causing him to groan into your pussy, making the sensations in your stomach coil.

but just when you feel yourself getting used to the speed of jihoon’s mouth, he goes faster - your juices covering his lips and chin. you practically buck into his mouth at this point, trying to do whatever to chase this fantastic high, this wave that was about to crash over you.

“j-ji-jihoon, jihoon, jihoon!! FUCK!” you scream, calling out his name like it was the only thing you knew. you convulse on his couch, orgasm spreading through the fabric, dripping down your legs, and most importantly covering his lips, your taste encapsulating his thoughts as he swallows every last bit he can.

you still breathe heavily as he comes up from your legs, groaning as you miss the intimate contact. but you quickly get your wish fulfilled when jihoon gently starts to push his tip in, gasping at how such a small move had a vice grip on your body.

“h-hoon, f-fuck, i-” you start to speak but he puts a finger over your lips, hushing you for a moment.

“mmm, don’t say anything honey, just let me fuck you right tonight.. you deserve it all baby, let me return the favor.”

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mostlikelytofangirl · 2 months ago

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Fic Writer Q&A

Got tagged by @jgydidnothingwrong :D

How many wips do you have currently?

Oooooh boy, way too many ^^;. Gonna list them in order from most to least likely to see the light of day orz

Ruoyao fake dating sugar daddy AU - currently ongoing

Omegaverse modern sangcheng - currently ongoing

Nieyao reconnecting by taking care of drunk LXC - for nieyao week

Xiyao endgame Mamma mia AU - planned for when the sc one ends

MY helping xusang by distracting WRH after accidentally getting betrothed to WX - I just think it's hilarious

Modern chengyao giving JL a puppy - a whole chapter long already

WRH trapped in a loop until he convices MY not to kill him - two whole chapters long already

A weird ass modern chengyao shared custody that can either be sangcheng&3zun or actual chengyao endgame - structure done and a few chapters

JZX is Madam Jin's bastard - one long chapter almost done

JGY as surrogate for xuanli - half chapter done

Post-nieyao revenge dating sangyao - got two chapters done

I have ideas for other fics too, but those don't have a sole word written yet, and this list is long enough lol

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

Everyone has their own reasons why they are still WIPs :'). But rn the omegaverse shangcheng one bc it's almost done but my brain is fixated on the ruoyao one bc it's HUGE, so it won't focus on the other one and let me finish it already.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

It looks like me either forcing myself to work on something and finding my mojo along the way so I actually get a good chunk done... or opening yet another new file to pour down all my sudden ideas and feels for a new WIP :P

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Not really. I used to, but unless the mood of a song matches the story perfectly, I normally don't bother anymore or just put background jazz to cancel outside noises. If I'm very into a song at that moment, then I just play it and somehow my brain will manage to make it match what I'm writing XD

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

Normally I just roll with it. I have a general idea of where is it going and how I want it to go and let Jesus take the wheel :'D. Only when I have WAY too many ideas for a fic that is going to be LONG I get organized with a proper structure and timeline, like the ruoyao one and the possibly two endings one.

I tag @wishthefish, @thebiscuiteternal and @hereticcryptid

#tagged #I'm sick rn and should be using my time to get work done #but I'm not #even if I have a lot of wips #bc it's break month #and damn is it hard

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cruelsummerhrry · 2 years ago

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A/n: pls read the I KNOW PLACES masterlist!!! Hope everyone like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Harry finds a new favorite artist and y/n is worried.

★★★

Harry is a hopeless romantic.

He loves romance novels, romcoms, and valentines day. He falls hard.

So after meeting y/n he has fallen down a rabbit hole and has not stopped listening to love songs. He is creating fake scenarios in his head about them being together and making an entirely new playlist of songs that remind him of her. He's discovered a new artist while making said playlist, who happens to have the same first name as her. Y/n y/l/n. He particularly loves her song "Feels Like" gets him in this hyped mood.

Every day, he goes and opens up the bookshop and waits for y/n to show up. She comes in with a book and a notebook, and she reads and writes in the notebook. He doesn't know what she is writing but he is sure it's wonderful. They talk to each other like they were childhood friends. He feels comfortable and happy.

He so desperately wanting to go on a date with her.

Harry just wants to know what is going on in y/ns mind. Does she like him? Is he just a friend? He is so confused.

★★★

"Hey Harry!" Y/N walks. She hears some light music in the background, it's sounds painfully familiar she just can't put her finger on it.

"Y/n! Have you eaten anything yet cause I have some croissants I'm toasting up rn?" She nods 'no', "good. Wanted to have tea with you." His face is flushed at the omission.

"What song is this?" Still not being able to recognize this song since the volume is so low.

"It's by this artist y/n y/l/n," her face drops, "she is literally amazing. Also I think it is so cool she has the same first name as you." He looks at y/n and senses she's a bit panicked. "What's wrong, you look like you saw a ghost?"

She gets the feeling she needs to tell him the truth. Y/n knows she can trust Harry.

"Harry, can I tell you something?"

"Anything." Now he's the worried one.

Y/n looks up her own name for the first time in months. She laughs a bit seeing the first search be 'Y/n Y/l/n dead?'. She opens up a picture and is faced with her old life.

"Harry?" He whispers a small 'yes?' "Do you know what Y/n Y/l/n looks like?"

"No." He hasn't been this nervous around Y/n since he met her a few weeks ago.

She shows him the picture.

"Holy. Fuckinv. Shit." He scrunched up his nose and rubbed his nose. "That's either you or a secret twin."

"That's me." She refuses to meet his eyes. "There is a long story about how this happened, but I don't want to talk about it. All I want to say right now is that I made music, it got out, and people like it." She takes a deep breath. "You can ask questions but I can't promise I'll answer them."

"Well..." Harry rubs his neck. "Why did you move here?"

"I was overwhelmed. I couldn't handle it. Too soft for all of it." She finally looks at him.

"I want to ask more, but I need to process this."

"That's all okay. I understand how all of this is too much."

Under his breath, so quiet he thinks she can't hear. "You're just perfect."

A/n: THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! PLS REBLOG LIKE AND COMMET!!!!! SEND IN TEQUEST ESPECIALLY FOR THIS TROPE!!! AND IM STARTING A TAGLIST JUST SUBMIT AN ASK TO JOIN.

#harry edward styles #harry #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #eroda #harry x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry x y/n #harrys house #fine line #famous y/n #famous y/n x harry

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mintchanniemint · 2 years ago

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≫ A stolen frappuccino, a stolen kiss.

pairing: Lee Minho x (fem) reader wordcount: ~3.3k -fluff, it gets a bit chaotic lmaoo

It’s a lazy afternoon, you luckily got a day off and it was quite surprising that it wasn’t raining, since the weather has been quite cold and cloudy for the past few days. You were cleaning around your apartment, your phone on the kitchen counter as you left a random playlist filling the place, becoming the background music to your chores. You were quite absorbed, holding the broom as if it was your mic, when suddenly the hook of the song got interrupted by a loud ring and buzz– someone’s calling you. You snort, walking closer to the counter, peeping at the screen of your phone. Minho is calling. You let it ring a few more seconds, before he would decide to end the call, and pick up, clicking quickly on the speaker button.

-Hello?–

-Why does it always take you so long to pick up!

-Yeah, it’s really a great day, isn’t it? What do you want, I have a lot of stuff to do–

-Oh, c’mon. We both have a day off, let’s go somewhere! It’s so sunny outside, let’s go to that one cafe close to the park.

-But Minho–

-I’ll come pick you up in… fifteen minutes? I don’t care what you wear, you look like you’re in your pajamas no matter what anyway.

You gasp at his comment, making him giggle in response. You agree to the meeting, quickly ending the call and sighing.

-What a guy…- you mumble to yourself as you finish sweeping the floor before heading to your room and changing into a pretty cozy outfit. No matter what you’d wear, you knew Minho would have shot a random sarcastic comment just to irritate you, before complimenting you properly.

Since you were quite used, at this point, to his antics, you mastered the ability to get ready in no time. You just grab your bag when suddenly, an insufferable knocking starts at your door.

-Just a second, Minho! I’m ready, stop it— You whine loudly, as you quickly approach the door and open it, welcoming him: his soft, purple dyed hair is a bit messy but looks cute anyway. You notice he started wearing more dangling earrings after you once said that they looked quite good on an actor you saw on TV. His T-shirt was hidden behind a warm, burgundy hoodie and he looked even cozier than you did–

-As I said, you look like you just woke up.

-Thank you, Minho, you’re always filling me with compliments. He grins and nods, satisfied at your reaction, and follows you as you walk outside, closing the door of your place behind his back.

The drive wasn’t too long, the two of you were singing along to the songs playing on the radio, sometimes interrupting the singing to curse at other drivers, sometimes making up silly radio ads whenever one was playing.

You arrive at the cafe, the usual one, the one where you either spent desperate evenings preparing for exams in university, or where failed dates happened– you had to admit, though, that going there with Minho started to make you associate happier moments with it. You sit at the usual table, next to the glass window, having a pretty view of the park right in front of the cafe. You order your usual, you were in the mood for some cookie frappuccino, and this time Minho copied your choice, too. You look at him, raising an eyebrow.

-The first order that arrives is mine.

-Minho, they most likely will arrive at the same time.

-Same thing, same thing.

You shake your head, not able to stop a smile from appearing on your lips, and you look away, your eyes focusing on the pink trees that are adorning the nearby park, not able to notice how piercing Minho’s eyes are, looking at every single feature of your face. Your orders arrive, of course he had to pretend that both drinks were for him, then make you choose which one you wanted and, once you picked a random one out of the two (they are, again, the same exact order) he acted all dramatic, as if you stole his order.

-You’re so silly, sometimes.

-Mh, I guess that’s my charm.- he winks at you as he takes a sip from his drink.

-Is it, though?- you fire back, as you start tasting your drink as well.

You spent nearly an hour, if not more, in that cafe. You chatted about your job, his job, and how lucky it was for the two of you to have a day off on the same day. You had to admit you were quite happy to see him again, although you talk nearly every single day, it feels like the last time you saw each other was barely a day ago.

-Okay, I have an announcement- he interrupts your train of thoughts, sighing loudly and playing with the straw in his drink. You look at him, already trying to predict what he would say.

-I am really, tremendously, bored. We have to go somewhere else before I order another five of these drinks.-

Of course, of course he’s bored.

-Minho, you were the one that decided to come here.

-Yup, I sure was! And I’m the one that decides that it’s now time to go!

-Go where, though? Are we going home already?

-Aw, “already”? Darling, just say you love my company so much! I won’t get offended by that!- he giggles, dramatically resting his hand on his cheek, as he looks away, pretending to be shy.

-Pft, stop it. Let’s go, then.- you fight the urge to throw your bag at him before you stand up and leave the cafe with him.

-Oh, those trees are so pretty, give me a second– I need to take a picture!- he gets his phone and quickly snaps a few shots of the park. You look at him, smiling, and can’t help but try to ruin his pics by photobombing, either by throwing peace signs or jumping right in front of him.

-Stop, you’re ruining it!- he whines, frowning and looking at you, shaking his head in fake disappointment. You stick out your tongue at him and shrug before you pull on his arm.

-Let’s go somewhere else, though… You made me leave so quickly I don’t wanna go back and do chores.

-See, just say I saved you earlier!- you hit his arm lightly, and look around while walking with him right next to you.

-Oh, wait. Let’s go there, then?- he points at a store on the other side of the street.

Arcade Games Station

-Why not! Let’s go, Minho, let’s go!- your eyes sparkle at the thought of playing some of your favourite games, though when you enter you’re welcomed by new arcade cabinets you’ve never seen before.

-Why did your energy fade so quickly, what– he comments as he stands right next to you, checking all the various games in the room.

-You like rhythm games, right? Let’s go try that one! It looks like it could give me an epileptic fit with all those colours so I guess that’s one of those games you like.-

You elbow him in the arm because of his comment. Sure, you did like arcade games and you admit you used to neglect your studies by spending an inhuman amount of time at the local arcade games station playing rhythm games, yet you didn’t want your legacy to be that.

You have to be honest, though, and admit that the game he pointed out did, infact, look like something you’d play. You’ve never seen it before, but it looked really cute: you could choose the cute anime idol to be in your team and even see the whole group dancing throughout the whole song! How cute is th–

-Can you stop staring at it? I’m gonna get you a coin, I got it.- Minho taps on your shoulder, destroying once again your wall of thoughts that slowly built in your mind. You shake your head, thank him and walk in front of the arcade cabinet. You’re not familiar with the system, though, the buttons are all around the screen so, the wisest choice was to surely start with a song in Easy Mode.

Minho quickly walks close to you, his eyes examining the colourful, cutesy screen right in front of him nearly stunning him. You didn’t mind him too much, you got the coin and inserted it, being now able to play. You looked at every idol and chose one with purple hair, realising that she had a way-too-cute way of talking, ending all of her sentences with a meow-like sound.

-This is hurting me.-

-Minho, which song should I choose? They all sound so good–

-Let me do this.- he pushes you aside, his hand now on where yours was just a few seconds ago. He plays just two seconds of each song, mumbling random comments until he accidentally changes the difficulty of the songs.

-No, hey Minho, I don’t know this game so go back to Easy Mode!

-Hey, hey. Take it easy, darling, I’m just looking!

You start bickering with each other: Minho does not move from his spot, he actually starts checking the higher difficulties sections, going through all the songs, without even letting the previews play properly. You sigh desperately, and accidentally elbow his arm.

“Okay, let’s go meow!~”

Minho and you look at each other, horror gradually filling your faces. None of you dare to talk, you just– look at each other, the cutesy energetic beat playing in the background as Minho’s eyes slowly fill with desperation.

-Minho what… what did you choose– you catch a glimpse of the screen before it fades to black, the words “Expert mode!♡” in bright orange are burning your eyes. The screen is now on loading mode, those few seconds were long enough to let despair spread between you and Minho.

-This is your fault!- he complains, laughing a bit too nervously.

-What do you mean my fault! If it wasn’t for you checking the Expert Mode, I would have finished four songs already!

-You elbowed me, though!

-Not on purpose!

“Are you ready, meow?♡”

-Do I look like I’m ready?!- you yell at the screen, obviously going through it.

-Okay, okay calm down. Uhm… you’re the expert here, how do you play?- he tries to click some of those big white buttons but nothing happens, only a faint tambourine sound playing at each press.

-I… I have no idea!

-What?!

“Everyone, let’s go, meow! Five… Four…♡”

The two of you have always been quite tight-fisted. Although one coin wasn’t that expensive, it was still money and it couldn’t go to waste.

“Three…♡”

-Minho, you play those buttons, I play these–

“Two…!♡”

-I could leave you do everything by yourself, though, since you were the one that kicked me so violently and–

-Oh no, no. You’re already changing the narrative!

-It’s your fault, though!

-Whatever, whatever! The song won’t take too long so just… focus on those buttons!

“One…!♡”

-I want something in return to this, since I’m also the one who paid!

-Sure, whatever you want! Why do you have to be so annoying at times like this just shut up–

“Here we go meow!♡”

-Okay then, I want a kiss.

You didn’t have enough time to process his words because the song started playing and you had to do your bestest best to clear the level. It probably lasted less than two minutes, but it felt like that game sucked nearly four years of your life.

-Oh well, we did it.- Minho stretches his arms, checking the bright screen in front of him. You are at an arcade games station, so why is it feeling like you just worked out for a whole forty minutes?!

-At least it wasn’t an instant game over, that’s good.

-Let’s see who other weirdo decided to try this song.

-No need to check the rank list, I doubt we’re in anyway… I couldn’t keep a combo to save my life! All those years of rhythm games… for what?- you sigh, dramatically, while Minho was furiously tapping on the menu buttons.

-Just let me add a name, we’re 18th in the rank, but look! We beat whoever this “Dwaekki” dude is. Pft, by one point! Bet the guy is gonna be so mad at this, heh.

-How the hell can you get competitive with someone you don’t even know…

-Yeah, yeah. Next game, you pay! Give me some money, we need more coins! More coins!

-Sure, sure, here. I guess this will be enough.- You give him your coin purse and look at him walking to the exchange machine. His eyes move from the screen in front of him to you for a split second: he just smirks, raises his eyebrows and looks back at the machine, leaving you blushing a bit and looking away out of embarrassment. Dork. He comes back and drags you to one of the car racing games cabinet.

-You’re gonna eat my dust this time.

-Says the one who doesn’t even have a license–

-Shut it! You know I have it.

-Oh, right, my bad: the one who has a license but always makes me drive her around.

-Gosh you’re so annoying.- he laughs and hands you a coin, wishing you good luck before the two of you start choosing characters and cars and get ready for the race. Silence falls between the two of you, so focused on your game, the synthwave music filling your ears as you skillfully drive past the other players. You notice you overtook Minho and you smile, proud of that little achievement. The lapses were done quickly, and, as you predicted, you came in first.

-Woohoo, I won! Eat my dust, eat my dust, eat my dust!

-Yeah, it was just luck, don’t worry, I’ll get my revenge soon!

-I have to claim my reward first, though!

-Wait, when did we start doing this?

-You started, silly. I want to take some photos at the purikura photo booth later!- you point at the photobooth in the corner, a bit far from where you are, and then point at Minho. He looks at it and sighs.

-But isn’t it expensive? That’s like… eleven coins…

-So what? If we gotta spend the whole day here, we have to take at least some cute pics! I don’t care, we’re doing it later!- you smile at him and drag him around, trying some more games together and challenging each other.

You had so much fun you didn’t even realise it was nearly evening. You’re starting to feel a bit cold, the light spring breeze is now quite freezing. Minho, noticing how you were shivering like a leaf, leaves his jacket on your shoulder, covering your eyes with the hoodie. You accept it and wear it, fixing your hair with your fingers.

-Okay, you might be annoying as hell, but I had a lot of fun. Thanks, Minho.

-Mh mh… say it better!- he shakes his head, his hand now right in front of you, mimicking some sort of mouth. He tries not to laugh, suggesting he is most likely going to do something stupid. He starts opening and closing his hand, clears his throat a few times before starting to talk in a really high-pitched voice.

-Thank you so much, Minho, for making me leave my own hideout during such a pretty and sunny day, and for being absolutely amazing, fun, entertaining and– You blow a raspberry at him in response, interrupting him. A giggle leaves your mouth as you drag him closer to the photobooth, your pinkie locking with his. You insert the coins, hearing Minho sighing dramatically, and enter the booth: as expected, there’s not enough space so you find yourself sitting on his lap. You look at the instructions on the screen, skipping everything as you’re quite familiar with it, and decide to go for six photos in total. The robotic voice starts the countdown for the first picture.

-Okay, smile!!- you look at the camera, excited, and close your eyes as a wide smile paints your lips. Minho takes the chance and decides to sign bunny ears right behind your head.

-Oh, now the second one!- he giggles and, hurried by the countdown, pokes your cheek. You laugh and poke his, too.

-Okay, another one!

-Hey, Minho.- you smile, your hand now caressing his cheek, inviting him to get his face closer to yours. You did catch him a bit off guard, but he didn't want to make it that obvious. His soft lips are curved in a light, gentle smile, his eyes are half closed, as if he’s anticipating that moment. He did ask for a kiss earlier, so you assumed the best moment to give him that reward would be now.

The countdown for the third shot starts, and at the last second, you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss. You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer, Minho’s hand now gently stroking your cheek, the fourth countdown starting for another photo.

-Silly.- he mumbles, a smirk not able to leave his lips, his cheeks probably as red as yours. You can’t even process such a pretty image you had right in front of you, the fourth photo was already taken.

-Gosh, I’m gonna look absolutely ugly in that one!- you whine, and try to pose cutely for the fifth one. Minho laughs, now jokingly keeping you in a headlock and ruffling your hair.

-Minho!- you scold him and laugh at the same time, before you could say anything else, his warm lips were gently pressing on your cheek. Click. Last photo taken.

You leave the booth, now checking the screen in order to edit the photos you just took. They were a complete mess, but it was fun. You two took the tablet pens to doodle on the pics: you started by adding little evil horns on Minho on the first pic, while he scribbled a “stupid!!” followed by an arrow, pointing at you. You moved to the fourth one: you had your eyes closed, Minho a really stupid smirk on his face. It was right after you kissed him, you could feel your heart beating so fast as you look at it again, and shyly add some cute blushing lines on both of your faces. You finish with the doodling and you each get a copy of the photos taken. You leave, the fresh breeze gently caressing your warm face, your hands now in the pockets of Minho’s jacket you're still wearing.

-The day flew by.

-It sure did, Minho.

-And–

-Do not start with the bragging!- you jokingly kick his leg.

-Oh, no, she’s now anticipating my moves! This is dangerous.

-Shut up, silly.-

-My bad, my bad. Wanna go grab a bite somewhere?

-Or maybe we can order something and eat at my place?

-Oh, whatever the lady wants!- he winks at you, smiling.

-Pft, okay, okay. The lady asks for your company for dinner, then.

-Oh, that’d be an honour, reall–

-And for a drive!

-Look, here we go again, you taking advantage of me, as always!- he laughs, trying to keep a dramatic act, following you as you walk back to his car.

-Shut up and drive me home!- you laugh, holding his hand as you walk across the street.

Yep, you did spend a great day with him. And you were so grateful that you could share such little moments with him. Your fingers gently intertwine with his, and he leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead before he gets in the car.

-Make sure to choose what to order already! Or we’re gonna starve for hours before you make up your mind.- he jokingly scolds you, as he turns on the engine.

-Oh, stop it!

#stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff #lee know x reader #stayhavennet #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids #lee know #skz

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gamerwoo · 2 years ago

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hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers to maybe friends again??, possibly one-sided pining??, angst in the beginning, fluff at the end

word count: 1,316

summary: so maybe it's true that i can't live without you; and maybe two is better than one; but there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone; and i'm thinking two is better than one

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics and dialogue in plain bold is korean

previous song | next song | back to playlist

_____🤙: where did you want to meet?

Hansol didn’t expect a text back -- your contact still had the same emoji by it since the last time you texted -- but you didn’t expect to ever agree to seeing him again. Maybe it was because you were over him. Maybe it was because your heart had healed enough from the situation.

Or maybe it was because seeing his name pop up on your phone gave you momentary butterflies. It had been so long since you’d gotten a text from him -- well, anyone in Seventeen -- and it made you feel...weird.

Either way, the unexpected was the reason the two of you found yourself meeting up at a small, family-owned ramen restaurant. It was a place you and Hansol had discovered while driving around one night before getting caught up in an unexpected rainstorm. Neither of you could see the road through the pouring rain, so you pulled over by the sidewalk and saw this place’s crappy neon sign and decided to give it a try.

The owners were an elderly couple, and their grandkids helped them run it. The pair of grandkids -- they were around your age -- had mentioned studying abroad in America, and you remembered the boy had even hit on you when bringing you the check for your meal the first time you were there. The middle The sister rolled her eyes and called him a ‘stupid moron’ in Korean before switching to English because her grandparents shouted from the back for her to not use that language in front of customers.

Not only were they funny, but their food was amazing -- especially after being drenched in the rain running into the small building. It was one of the many spots you and Hansol nonverbally declared ‘yours’.

Going inside, you’d noticed there was a third person working now. He seemed a few years younger than the two grandkids -- and you assumed he was related to them judging from the way the three spoke to each other -- and the two grandkids were trying to teach him English. So you two listened to them teach him while you waited for your meals in silence.

Well, until you heard a familiar guitar strum over the small, black bluetooth speaker they kept at the counter to quietly play background music.

“We don’t need to show him this mushy crap,” the brother groaned.

“Shh!” the sister sharply shushed him before quickly saying, “This couple hasn’t been in here for so long, I thought they died! I wanna set a good mood for them.”

Hansol bowed his head to silently laugh, but he was surprised to hear you chuckle. He lifted his head to glance at you, seeing you shake your head as your eyes looked at the table.

“I can’t believe they remember us,” he finally said.

“We were probably their only regulars,” you shrugged. “Most days, we were the only people in here.”

‘I remember what you wore on the first day; You came into my life and I thought, hey you know this could be something.’

Finally, for the first time since you walked into the restaurant and sat down across from him, the two of you looked at each other. Hansol looked the same -- maybe a tiny bit thinner in the face -- except for the fact his hair was now a grey-blue color. But his warm brown eyes were still the same, looking at you softly like they always did.

“How’ve you been?” Hansol asked you.

You looked down at the table again, breaking the eye contact first.

“The same, I guess,” you shrugged. “Lots of schedules. We’re somewhat planning a tour, which is exciting but really tiring. I dunno. What about you and the guys?”

Like you, Hansol shrugged and looked away when you looked back up at him.

“Everyone’s doing good,” he told you. “We just got back from a tour, and now we’re doing some new Going Seventeen stuff. We’ve had a lot more downtime lately.”

“Love that we’re basically the opposite,” you chuckled.

Hansol let out a quiet laugh, meeting your eyes again, “We used to be so good at planning, though.”

‘I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste; You make it hard for breathing.’

Looking at Hansol just made every single memory together come back to you. It gave you nostalgia and...other feelings that you had either locked away or thought you’d gotten rid of. You were doing so well, and now here he was with his dumb brown eyes and stupid lopsided smile to make your heart race all over again.

‘'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything's okay; I'm finally now believing.’

“Remember when you’d get caught sneaking out on a curfew night, though?” you reminded him, pointing a finger at him.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “The time they literally took my car keys away.”

“Times,” you corrected with a grin. “There were several.”

“I think I still owe you gas money.”

“And for the slurpee.”

“Then maybe dinner’s on me,” he offered with a sincere smile.

‘That maybe it's true that I can't live without you; And maybe two is better than one.’

It was crazy how you and Hansol just started...going back. It didn’t take anything to talk to him and joke around like how you used to. It was like riding a bike. You picked your friendship back up and kept going like muscle memory. You really realized just how much you actually missed him despite convincing yourself for months that you didn’t just to get over him.

‘But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone.’

But you were setting ground rules for yourself. You were not going to let yourself get hung up on Hansol again, even if you did decide to be friends again. No matter what, you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again. You weren’t going to read into things and fall the hardest in the relationship. You were going to be cautious and smart this time around.

‘And I'm thinking, ooh; I can't live without you ‘cause baby, two is better than one.’

Hansol, on the other hand, was already set. As soon as the two of you started flowing again, he felt it. He knew he couldn’t let you go again. He knew this was it. He didn’t have anything like this with anyone else.

‘There's so much time to figure out the rest of my life but I figured out when all that's said and done.’

Ivory was a great person and a wonderful partner, but she wasn’t you. He didn’t love her like he loved you. He genuinely did think he did, but he was slapped with the harsh reality as soon as you walked out of his life and he didn’t at least have your friendship to keep him satiated -- though the realization probably would’ve come along sooner or later even if you stayed by his side. And as the two of you continued to go back and forth, hardly even paying attention when the girl came over to bring you your food, all he could think about was how much he missed you.

So he told you.

“I’ve really missed you, _____.”

‘Two is better than one.’

And you couldn’t help but grin back at him, finally picking up your chopsticks.

“Y’know, Sol,” you began.

He beamed his signature gummy smile hearing his nickname come from your lips again. The smile that you hadn’t seen in forever, and it made you smile wider.

‘Two is better than one.’

And for the first time in a long time, you admitted, “I really missed you, too.”

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delta-orionis · 7 months ago

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Tuesday Again No Problem 4/30/24

This week's Tuesdaypost contains: electronic music, stupid youtube videos, me being tormented by spiders in Rain World, and an extended ramble about my OCs. (Maybe skip the Playing section if you don't want to hear about the spiders...)

Listening

Not much to say on this front, I've still been listening to the Rain World soundtrack. I've also been dipping back into my Repeat Rewind playlist on Spotify and remembered a couple of songs that I really liked a few months ago:

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Watching

I've (unfortunately) been spending a lot of time on Youtube lately (mostly to listen to in the background while I play Rain World- more on that in the Playing section)(also yeah I guess that should technically count towards the listening section, whatever).

I got a big kick out of Drew Gooden's newest video about how the Cybertruck is stupid:

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As well as Strange Aeons's new video about Blingee:

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Playing

I've been messing around in Rain World's Expedition mode (basically: a challenge mode with permadeath- if your karma drops below 1 the run ends). I started a Spearmaster run the other day with a challenge to visit Looks to the Moon, which ended up being a much more difficult challenge than I anticipated.

It took me three attempts- and on my third attempt I got all the way up to Moon's Struts before I started being harassed by a gang of Mother Spiders. It was there I learned that my Switch doesn't like Mother Spiders very much.

Very very long story short- Mother Spiders kept getting into my shelter, and I was desperate enough for food to kill them and deal with all of the Coalescipedes they spawned. This meant I ended up with a whole bunch of spider corpses in my shelter, which tanked the framerate. I had to spend several cycles cleaning the spider corpses and spears I used to kill them out of my shelter. I died several times, and I did eventually start save scumming (if you close the game before the game over screen in an expedition, you can restart the cycle at karma 1). I'm not proud of it, but god damn it I was so close to Moon and I was not in the mood to start the expedition from scratch for a fourth time.

I did eventually get inside Moon's superstructure. I paid a visit to her puppet chamber before I reached the vista point and beat the expedition. It was smooth sailing once I eventually got inside, but god damn, I think I'm going to see Mother Spiders in my nightmares.

I regret not taking more screenshots of Moon's interior, but I got a couple at least. She's very pretty.

Making

I've been toying with the idea of turning some of my OCs into iterators for fun. I have a few very rough sketches, and I'm contemplating their lore. I'm really struggling with their names, though; it's hard to come up with something that sounds nice but also is at least tangentially related to their personalities. I'll keep thinking about it.

(In order: Rhode, Lilith, Theta, and Rhode again)

It's kind of fun to adapt their (admittedly messy) backstories into Rain World lore. OC rambling below:

Very shortly after Theta's activation, they developed an extreme phobia of being watched or interacted with. They subsequently put their entire superstructure into lockdown and cut off all communications with the outside world. They're completely unresponsive, and the only indication that they're even still alive is the periodic rain from their can.

Rhode is Theta's neighbor and only friend. She developed a passion for learning how to manipulate iterator software so she could circumvent some of her own taboos. She used this ability to hack into Theta's communications, and ended up being the first to successfully talk to them after they went silent. Rhode is in a relationship with Lilith.

Lilith is Rhode's romantic partner. She was built as an engineering facility and used her knowledge to restore functionality to some of her own systems after an earthquake destroyed her structure's legs. She helped Rhode figure out how to circumvent her taboos, and spends her time trying to help other iterators with their mechanical problems.

So, in short, they're a local group with two lesbians and their weird goth friend with debilitating social anxiety.

I want to try and finalize their designs and figure out canon-compliant names for them, because I have a couple of fun art ideas. I'm working on it. (It's kind of funny that the solution to my worldbuilding roadblock for my ocs was to put them in the setting of the game I'm currently obsessed with.)

I'll check back in next week, thanks for reading!

#tuesdayposting

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lilimoon-draws · 4 months ago

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Random ask time

Do you do anything specifically during your creative process? Like, playing background music or grabbing specific snacks, for example. If not, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 do you get into that creative flow?

thanks for the ask friend-clockwise!

I feel like I get into the zone easier when I draw laying down on my bed! probably not the best for my back but I find it comfortable 😅

also I put on some music~ I have a playlist of my favorite songs to get me in that drawing mood~ ✍️🎨✨

I usually draw at night when everyone else asleep so I can draw in peace. Few things I hate more than getting interrupted when I've got a good groove going 😭

#inbox

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leafs-lover · 2 years ago

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty

Warnings: swearing, drinking, very brief mention of sex (not really but it's there) rude people. I think that's it

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Word Count: 5,800

Tia spent the entire next day trying not to stress. It was just another day after all.

She dropped Taylour at daycare in the morning and went to class. After class she went to work, then she went home to an empty apartment and made dinner - quinoa salad with roasted vegetables.

With Taylour at Auston’s for the night, she thought she would make use of her time and start on the clothes for her friends. She had the fabric out, sewing tape, pins and scissors were ready, the mannequin was a few feet from her sewing machine. Everything was ready, Tia wasn’t. It was taking twice as long as it should - she kept having to measure, then re-measure because she couldn’t remember what the tape said and when she finally made a cut it was way too small and ended up being a waste. Her brain needed a break, and so, she opted for a night of self-care – a long bubble bath with some wine and her audio book, face mask, hair mask and an at home manicure.

When she woke up the following morning, she felt rejuvenated and momentarily considered working on the clothes, but she already had a busy day planned; lunch with Abby, Taylour would be home in the afternoon and that night the two of them were venturing to the Leafs game -their first of the season. She didn’t want to try for too much. Heidi has been trying to help her recognize that everything doesn’t have to be done today and that burnout is a real thing and can come quickly.

With that in mind, she did nothing. She showered, brushed her teeth, got dressed – all the things she had to do – then for the first time in so long, Tia did nothing. She didn’t do laundry or make the bed – which is something Tia must do every day – she didn’t watch TV or respond to her dad’s three-day old text. She didn’t let herself think about what had been going on in her life. She didn’t try to understand the feeling that consumed her for weeks only to vanish the second Auston called her his friend. And she most definitely did not think of the kiss they shared, or the second one.

She sat on the couch and listened to an “easy listening” playlist with a cup of green tea in her hand. At one point she thought she’d get bored or antsy, she wasn’t really the type to sit around and do nothing, but it was perfect. The music mostly turned to background noise, drowned out by the nothingness Tia let consume her. It was perfect.

Tia felt completely at ease. She didn’t worry about sales or stress about the Leafs game later that night. Everything was right where it needed to be - she felt like a glow was radiating off her and wondered if anyone else could see it too.

“It’s so annoying,” Abby groans, aggressively stabbing a piece of lettuce, unimpaired by Tia’s mood.

“James always picked favourites,” Tia replies, somewhat absentmindedly. She doesn’t mean to dismiss her friend’s problem but she is on such a high she feels like she could float away.

“This isn’t picking favourites, I shut down his attempt at sex and he hasn’t sent me to the Upper Brass or let me on the pole since. I made $33 last night.” Tia can feel her frustration, not just through the words but because of the chill that erupts in the air and threatens to burst the warmth Tia has spent the morning wrapped in.

“He gets like this,” Tia tells her from experience. “It sucks but he’ll get over his ego eventually, he always does.”

Abby slams her hands against the table letting out a strangled groan. “I just hate working for him, hate him.” Abby’s nose scrunches up in disgust.

Tia looks up and nods. She gets it, she’s been there. The worst part is there is very little that can be done. Nobody wants to listen to the voice of a sex worker and even fewer are willing to help. “It’s not forever.” She says confidently, giving her friends hand a squeeze. “You have some big things coming.”

“I know.” Abby shakes her head defeatedly and sighs. “Anyways, enough about me. Tell me about you, how’s the line doing?”

“Uh.” Tia shifts in her seat and clears her throat. “There is nothing to say. I haven’t sold anything.”

“It’s only been a couple of days.” Abby nods in the direction of the couch. “These things take time.”

“God, you sound like Auston.” Tia grumbles as she follows her friend and slumps onto the old lumpy brown futon Abby never bothered to replace.

“What else did Auston say?”

“I don’t want to-”

“I could use the distraction.” Abby pleads with desperation in her voice.

There is a second where Tia considers fighting her. She didn’t think much could burst her bubble, but diving into Auston and her failures seems like it has the potential to do so.

“That I’m going to do fine because I’m destined for greatness or something…I don’t know. He was worried about being a bad parent which was more important than my clothing line. Between that and the kiss, it all sort of blurs together.”

“What?!” Abby chokes on her tea. How could Tia let her ramble on about the same old Brass Rail drama for a half hour when she has been sitting on this? “You’re kissing Auston again.”

“I’m not kissing Auston again.” Tia stares blankly at the popcorn ceiling.

“You just said –“

“It didn’t mean anything; it was a friendly kiss.” Abby instantly notices her words don’t match the pink that flushes her cheeks and the small smile trying to force its way through. “Completely platonic.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Abby’s brows furrow. She sets down her mug and shifts on the couch, straightening out her back in preparation for what clearly won’t be an easy topic given her friends’ stubbornness.

“What?” Tia rolls her head to the side with an exaggerated huff.

“There is no such thing as a platonic kiss with your ex,” Abby almost yells, dumbfounded that she has to explain this.

“That’s what they were.” Tia groans. This is why she didn’t plan to tell Abby; she didn’t plan to tell Becks or Heidi. It’s not a big deal but everyone else will make it one.

“They?” Abby wiggles her eyebrows. “There was more than one?”

“Two. But they didn’t mean anything.”

Abby is beginning to wonder if Tia believes the more she says it the more it will become true. It’s the only explanation for the ridiculousness being uttered.

“You kissed Auston, your ex-boyfriend, father of your child, the person you had a crazy and unmatchable love with, and it meant nothing?” Abby scoffs.

“I wouldn’t call it crazy and unmatchable,” Tia trails off, fighting the memories that begin to flood her mind.

“You called him the best sex of your life,” Abby says bluntly, not missing a beat and Tia’s face burns in horror.

One night at the end of summer the two of them ventured back here after a night at the club. With a few glasses of red wine on a rather empty stomach – her specialty at the time – Tia couldn’t stop talking even if someone paid her. When she woke in the morning, her memory clouded by a wine-filled haze and she couldn’t remember if it was real or all a dream, when Abby never mentioned it, Tia assumed the latter.

“Most of the time when Thomas got you off it was because you were thinking of Auston.” Abby says with a knowing look.

“All that proves is on top of being a shitty person, Thomas couldn’t find the g-spot. I can miss Auston’s dick without missing him” Tia defends. “I appreciate you looking out for me Abs, but the kisses weren’t anything. They were short, no tongue, the other person didn’t even have time to kiss back.

“But you thought about kissing him back?”

“No.”

Tia’s lying. Abby knows it. It’s obvious in the way her eyes dart left then right, up then down, anywhere except towards her friend and the constant drumming of her fingers against her mug. The most obvious sign is the way she instantly shuts down this topic. Tia never used to keep everything bottled up but years at a strip club where men treated her as anything but a human it almost became second nature. Unfortunately for Tia, Abby knows her, and Abby knows that when she shuts down like this it’s because she is too stubborn to admit she’s wrong.

“My parents thought raising my sister and I in a two-parent home was more important than us seeing them happy. They stayed together for about 5 years longer than they should have.”

“I know Abby.” Tia groans. She’s not a stranger to this story.

“Then you should know I’m pretty good at telling when two people aren’t in love. You love Auston.” Abby says pointedly.

Tia flies off the couch and slams her mug on the table. The only thing hotter than her blood are the words leaving from her lips and the steam coming out of her ears. “I do not love him!”

“Tia, come on,” Abby laughs, almost at her wits end. She loves her friend but sometimes she wishes she could smack her upside the head and knock some sense into her.

“No, you come on! You never met him; you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t have to know him; I know you and you -”

“ABIGAIL!” Tia snaps.

Her jaw is clenched so tight her molars are grinding. She has nothing left to say, more importantly, there isn’t anything Tia wants to hear. How can Abby assume to know Tia’s heart after a half hour together?

Tia leaves her mug on the counter and walks to the door. She steps into her boots and grabs her jacket, forcing her arms through the sleeves before she reaches for the handle.

“Stop being scared Tia,” Abby calls out, leaving all the vitriol behind. “You’re only hurting yourself.” The words barely have a chance to hang in the air before the door slams heavily behind her.

The scent of popcorn, nachos and beer fill the air. Tia stands at the door to the MLSE suite, grasping Taylour’s hand and takes a deep breath. She might be feeling better but she in no way is feeling good. If only her son could share some of his energy with her.

After Abby’s she walked home.

The air was calm a steady drizzle fell from the sky. Her toes and the ends of her hair were wet. She originally planned on taking the TTC home, but she needed some time to decompress before seeing Auston and Taylour.

She stopped for a tea on the way home. She thought she needed warmth but twenty minutes later when she was walking off the elevator her cup was full and cold. She had a bitter taste in her mouth.

Her walk did little to calm the erratic thumping against her ribs. It was crazy to her that one lunch could take her from practically floating away to wanting to tape her friends face to a punching bag. She considered calling Emily or Becks to bitch about Abby, but they are both at work. And if talking to Abby proved one thing it’s that nobody will understand the circumstances surrounding her kiss with Auston. How can she tell them what happened with Abby and not tell them about Auston?

She wouldn’t say she was in a good mood by the time Taylour came home, but she was feeling better. Then came Taylour, bursting through the door, smiling ear to ear with two suite passes in his hand. He barely managed to say bye to Auston through his excitement.

Tia listened to Taylour tell her about his time with Auston. He told her how they went bowling with Fred (she already knew that), and how they went skating (she also knew that) and about the big bowl of ice cream his uncle Fred let him have not too long before bed (she knew that too). He told her about beating Fred in a game of mini-sticks and how he read his bedtime story “right” this time. Tia listened and smiled and when Taylour had finally filled her in on everything that happened over the last day and a half, she ventured to the bathroom to start getting ready. Time and Taylour were beginning to settle her heart, but she still has a ways to go.

“Daddies going to score a goal,” Taylour proudly beams up at her.

“Oh yeah,” Tia muses and crouches down to be at his eye level.

“Yeah Mommy, I told him too and he said he would.”

A light laugh escapes Tia following Taylour’s admission. If only it were that easy.

She tugs the Leafs toque from his head and pulls the zipper down revealing the jersey he was gifted last season. While he has grown and the sleeves are a little short, it’s not that noticeable, and when Taylour informed her he was going to wear it, there was no telling him otherwise.

“Where’s your shirt Mommy?” Taylour purses his lips while he carefully examines her outfit - a perfectly tailored pair of vegan leather pants and a deep plunging navy blue bodysuit she designed herself.

“Mommy doesn’t have one,” Tia explains whiles hanging their jackets in the closet. He has become more observant recently and sometimes it catches her off guard. “But I’m wearing blue because Daddy’s team is blue.”

“Daddy will get you one.”

“You’ll have to remember to ask,” she smiles sweetly at him.

“Okay.” He eagerly nods.

When Tia finally scans around the suite she notices some new and familiar faces, but mostly it’s the look on them. They likely weren’t expecting to see her, or for her to come looking the way she is.

It wasn’t her intention to go all out with dark eyes and bright red lips, but her frustration from Abby bled into her appearance. She just kept picking up bottles and brushes, applying products and before she knew it, she looked like she was ready to hop up on stage under the bright neon lights at the club. Once she had the fishtail braid pulled over the white cardigan Auston gifted her and took a step back, she had a moment of ‘should I wash off some make-up’ then remembered Heidi constantly tells her to be comfortable in her own skin and stop worrying about how others perceive her. And she did just that.

Letting her ankle boots click behind them, her and Taylour walk in, through the suite, past Steph, Audrey, a sandy blonde Tia has never met before – perhaps another WAG - and Victoria and Tessa who both smile politely at her. Tia smiles back, and takes Taylour toward the stairs, guiding him down the steps to the glass. Once at ice level, Tia picks Taylour up and sets him on the tiny ledge where the glass and boards meet. She then put one hand on his back to keep him in place while the music makes the concrete vibrate under her feet.

“Mommy look!” He squeals when the team steps onto the ice.

“I see,” she smiles at him, brushing aside a few of his curls.

“It’s Daddy’s friends!”

His eyes struggle to track the dark blue flashes that buzz by, and every time a puck hits the glass near his face he flinches then giggles. It’s not until part way through the drills, does Auston finally appear in front of them, tapping and smiling through the glass.

“Daddy!” Taylour shrieks. Bringing a hand up to the glass he fist bumps Auston through it. “Hi Daddy!” he waves.

“Hi Taylour,” Auston yells through a gap in the glass.

“Look!” Taylour points to his stomach to show off his jersey, as if that wasn’t the first thing Auston saw.

“Puck?” Auston tries to yell through the glass, unable to shake the smile on his face.

When Taylour doesn’t immediately acknowledge him over the loud music and laughter of the fans, he bends down and holds a puck up for him to see, instantly being met with an eager nod. With a wide grin, Tia sets Taylour on the ground and prepares to catch it, then hands it to Taylour who starts jumping up and down excitedly.

With Taylour no longer in front, Auston’s eyes finally find Tia, and his cock throbs under the equipment. While he loves her with messy hair and not a drop of makeup on, she looks absolutely breathtaking tonight - cherry red lips always did something to him.

“Mommy, it has Daddy’s leaf on it,” Taylour holds the puck up for her to see.

Daddy’s leaf.

The first time he said that Auston was confused. He hadn’t had a plant in his condo since he killed one in under two months, but he ignored it. Taylour said it a few more times over the coming weeks always leaving Tia and Auston puzzled. Then one day she saw Taylour carefully examining the Leafs mini-stick given to him for his birthday and put the pieces together. It was so endearing, the fact Taylour thought it was Daddy’s leaf because it’s on his jersey neither one could correct him.

“Would you look at that.” Tia examines the puck and passes it back to him. “It does have Daddy’s leaf on it.” Turning her attention back to Auston, she mouths “good luck” through the glass earning a grin before he skates off to rejoin the warmup.

As Auston and Mitch stepped off the ice, Tia and Taylour remained at the glass along with a few other parents that lingered to watch the Zamboni’s. When they finally finished cleaning the ice, Tia and Taylour set out to return to their seats when Tia heard her phone chime from her purse.

I’m really happy you’re here ❤

She smiles, remembering how before every game in Zurich she’d receive a similar text.

Good luck tonight.

Auston smiles, remembering how he used to receive a similar text in Zurich, except those ones were often accompanied by a dirty message detailing her plans for later that night.

Someone says you promised them a goal.

Not quite the message he used to get, but somehow he thinks he prefers this motivation.

I’ll get one for you too 😉

Auston watches the typing bubbles pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. After the third time he locks his phone and shoves it on the shelf. Whatever it is will have to wait until after the game.

Tia and Taylour sat alone. Aryne was at home and Victoria chose to sit in the suite, something Taylour was wildly against. Steph, Tessa and Aubrey were a few rows down sitting with the woman Tia had never met, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. She isn’t bothered by it, after the day she had she actually preferred to sit alone and not have to make small talk for a few hours.

Like the last game, Taylour was mesmerized by it all. The lights, loud fans, Carlton the bear, the music. He understood the game a little more – mostly that when the loud horn followed by the Hall and Oates song went off it meant Daddy’s team had scored. Just like the last game he wanted popcorn and M&M’s, pizza and a pop. And like the last game Tia let him and took to the glass to watch the Zambonis.

“They go so fast,” Taylour yawns. Letting his head fall to her shoulder he keeps watching them make their rounds.

“Yeah, they do,” she faintly kisses his forehead.

“I’m going to drive the ‘boni when I’m older.” He yawns sharply and rubs his cheek against her white cashmere sweater.

“You sure that’s her?” Tia hears a woman’s loud whisper from behind her.

“Look at the kids jersey,” another voice chimes in. “That’s definitely his kid, and you saw what she’s wearing right? Couldn’t look more like a stripper if she tried.”

Tia doesn’t want it to bother her. She knows better than anyone that there isn’t a “look” that can label someone as a stripper. When the lights are on, the faces are washed, extensions removed and clothes put back on, they look exactly like every person roaming the streets of Toronto.

Tia knows this.

She knew this before she started therapy. She has spent so much time in therapy talking about this.

But in this moment, she struggles to feel it. She tries to hear Heidi’s voice say “if you wouldn’t accept their advice don’t accept their criticism” but she can’t drown out their snickering and snide remarks.

“Didn’t realize it was bring your whore to work day,” one of them sneers, and at that point she has heard enough but is too stunned to respond.

The sound of a camera shutter sends goosebumps erupting up her spine and every prickle threatens to pull the air from her lungs. Her jaw clicks and entire body stiffens as she fights the brimming tears. Tia wishes she had the strength to fight back, but it’s almost as if they know it’s her weak spot and keep driving the knife in.

“Auston could do so much better than her, she’s just heavy makeup and big boobs.”

“They’re probably fake.”

“They definitely are.”

Every laugh and jeer only glued her feet further to the floor. The pounding of her heart is somehow louder than the music blaring over the speakers but quieter than the girl a few rows back. It’s not until the taste of copper floods her mouth does she realize how hard she has been biting her lower lip.

Taylour lets out a soft murmur and her motherly instinct kicks in. All she can do is bring a hand up and tuck him in tight to her shoulder. With a quick glance at the clock, she has four minutes to find the strength to turn around and walk up the stairs, four minutes to face them.

“Delete the pictures.” A voice speaks from behind her.

“Excuse me?” They try to play dumb.

“I said Delete the pictures.” They reiterate, louder and firmer this time.

Tia recognizes the voice but can’t put a face to it. It’s a woman but not Victoria. If not her then who?

“You can’t make me!” One of the young girls replies, very snarkily.

“If you know who she is then you know who I am,” they say firmly. “I’m Mitch’s girlfriend, and if you honestly don’t think I can get you kicked out from here you are poorly mistaken. Delete them. Now.”

There is a stare down between Steph and the three women, after a few seconds Tia hears them mutter something. Once Steph watches them delete all of the pictures, she grabs Tia’s arm and drags her down a hall towards the platinum club access, past the small concession area and weaves through a small crowd. They round a corner and find a quiet hallway. Finally, Tia can breathe.

“Thank…thank you,” she stammers out, still processing what just happened, and that Steph of all people was the one to come to her defense. Tia knows Steph looks down on her. She made that clear with the comments at the NHL awards, the looks that are glued to her face anytime Steph is forced to share her air. Her being the person to jump to Tia’s aid makes zero sense, but at this point Tia doesn’t care.

“Any time.” She sends Tia a soft smile, one that radiates sincerity. “Most of the fans are chill and don’t care about us, there’s a few exceptions.”

“So I’m learning.” Tia’s heart has yet to settle, her entire body is still numb. “Thank you,” she repeats, louder this time. “You didn’t have to help me. I know you have opinions based of my job –“

“Woah,” Steph eye’s narrow as she puts her palm up in the air. “Okay, maybe at first I was taken aback by what you do, but whatever, I’m past that, have been for a while.”

“Then why don’t you like me? You barely talk to me.”

“You haven’t exactly gone out of your way to talk to me.” Steph scoffs, leaving Tia slightly baffled. Maybe she hasn’t tried but Steph shouldn’t be surprised by that, she hasn’t been all that welcoming.

“You obviously have a problem with me,” Tia sighs, dropping her gaze to the side. This is the last thing she wants to deal with today.

“Auston is one of Mitch’s best friends, I’ve watched him get pummeled by you too many times this year.”

Tia rolls her eyes hard and shakes her head. “I don’t owe you an explanation or an apology over what you think happened,” Tia informs her, slowly becoming more annoyed.

“I know about Vegas.“ Steph states bluntly.

“Jesus,” Tia mutters bitterly while letting her face scrunch up. She acknowledges Steph knows they slept together, anyone at the table could have made that conclusion, but does Steph know about Tia’s crumbling mental health at the time? That Auston was nothing more than a band aid thrown over a broken limb? “Make one mistake –“

“One mistake?” Steph laughs. “You spent weeks giving him false hope only to tear the rug out from under him.”

“I didn’t intend to hurt him,” she replies curtly, any compassion long ago faded. “But we both made mistakes. If you really were his friend, you’d be happy that we’ve forgiven each other and moved past them.”

“I sincerely hope that’s true,” Steph trails off when the stadium erupts into a chorus of boos over something a ref didn’t call. When the crowd settles, Steph eyes over to Taylour – eyes barely open. “For his sake.”

There is that switch Tia knew Steph had. One minute she is your saving grace and the next she is tearing her down. At least she has the decency to do it to her face this time.

“It’s easy to make assumptions when you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Tia bites. Steph may have a switch, but Tia has one of her own. “Auston doesn’t come running to you with his problems.” He does that with me is what she wants to say but bites her tongue. “You know nothing of what we’ve gone through.” Steph’s jaw clicks, she didn’t realize she was throwing gasoline on an already burning flame. Tia looks around carefully then takes a step closer, she speaks in a hushed yet angered tone. “Don’t ever give me parenting advice again.”

Tia returned to her seat. A few minutes later she watched Steph’s golden blonde ponytail sway side to side as she trotted up the stairs to her friends. She had a perfect little smile pressed to her face, but Tia could tell she was putting on a façade.

The entire third period was a bit of a blur. Taylour was nestled on her shoulder, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. There was a lot of goals both ways, including two more for Auston which completed his first hat trick of the season. Taylour slept through it all.

Tia spent that time with the gears spinning in her brain. She thought about what Abby said, she thought about the fans and her interaction with Steph. When the final horn went off and the team saluted the fans, Tia was so consumed in her thoughts she stayed in her seat long after everyone left.

“Hey T.” Auston pops up beside her, causing her to jump. He wraps his arms around them both and breathes out a serene exhale. He places a kiss against Taylour’s forehead, not even receiving a faint mumble in response, then places one against Tia’s cheek.

“Good game.” Her back is stiff, but she returns a kiss to his chest, then buries herself between his suit and wool jacket.

“Thanks.” He already saw her ‘good game’ text she sent a few minutes ago (and that was the only text because she never responded to the one before the game), but he always was preferential to hearing it in person.

“He saw you make good on your promise before he fell asleep.” She hasn’t let go, but neither has he.

“Yeah.” Auston lets out an airy laugh and Tia feels her knees start to give out – she always loved that sound.

“Made good on my promise to you too.” She tilts her head up to him, getting her first look of him. His tie must be tucked in a pocket because the top couple buttons are open, chest hair poking out. The scruff on his jaw is dark, longer than normal – it’s been a few days since he last shaved, but that mustache she used to hate has never looked so good.

When Auston finally gets to see the warmth behind her eyes, he shifts slightly. Earlier Auston was fixated on the game and couldn’t let the thought cloud his judgement, now he can’t help but wish his Gucci pants weren’t so tight.

“Ready to go?”

Not really is her immediate thought, but it wasn’t an actual question. Auston is already sliding his hands under Taylour’s armpits, pealing the sleeping toddler from her grasp. With his other hand finding the small of her back, he carefully guides her down the hall.

Once in the car, he struggles to not notice her behaviour. Constant drumming of her fingers on her thighs, blowing air out of her lips, fiddling with her coat zipper. He tries to tell himself he is imagining all the nervous energy that is roaring from the passenger seat, but when Tia asks him to park in the garage and help bring Taylour upstairs, he knows something is wrong.

“You okay?” Auston asks.

After taking Taylour to his room, Auston removed his boots and clothes. He tucked him and Geoffery in tight only to find Tia exactly where he left her - standing with the filtering streetlight illuminating the room, her back is against the counter and lips are pursed - she is deep in thought.

“T?” Auston nudges her, snapping her from whatever darkness is filling the air.

“Yeah.” She brings a hand up and brushes aside a tear that clings to the corner of her eye. “Thanks for bringing him up. Have a good night.”

There is a hollowness in her words and a stiffness in the way she moves, it’s a sight Auston hasn’t seen for months. He may have left her like this in the past, but not now. They have grown so much, not just as individuals or Taylour’s parents but as friends. There isn’t even a second thought, he knows he’s staying and so does she.

When Tia steps out of the bathroom her face is bare and hair released from the intricate braid. She has on a pair of beige skin-tight shorts and an oversized tee that falls off one shoulder. Auston is standing with his dress shirt untucked, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His phone, wallet, watch and belt are on the dresser, and he is lingering to the side, waiting for her.

“Is it alright if I crash here tonight? Kind of tired.” They both know that’s not the real reason.

“Yeah,” she starts tossing throw pillows around, letting them scatter the floor. “I think you left some pyjamas behind.”

“Left or you stole?” Auston teases, drawing a faint blush to her cheeks.

All the lights were off when Auston left the bathroom. Tia had the duvet high to her chin, but Auston didn’t need to see her to know she was deep in thought. Using his memory and the faint city lights that were filtering in the windows, he navigates the darkness to lift the corner of the duvet.

“What’s going on?”

The bed dips as Auston lies down. Not worried about personal space, he crowds her. Tia attempts to shift back to give him more room, but every time she moves, he is right there, filling the space she used to occupy.

She takes a deep breath of his faint cologne then releases a shaky exhale. “Just some bullshit with some fans.”

“What happened?” His voice is leaching with concern, but she can feel the bitterness he’s trying to hide.

Tia sighs then tilts her head to look at him. Even though she can’t see anything beyond a silhouette through the darkness, she needs to see him. Keeping her voice barely above a whisper, Tia tells him of the comments that were made, and it doesn’t take long for her to feel him stiffen or hear muttered curse words.

“Who the fuck cares what they think?” Auston spits out, cutting her off before she can get into everything that came afterward with Steph. “Own that shit and be proud of it, because I’m proud of you.” Tia allows a smile to break across her lips, Auston always knew exactly what to say. “So fucking proud,” he emphasizes, giving her a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he adds, letting out a hefty sigh.

“It’s alright.”

“No Tia! It’s not okay! Nothing about what happened is okay.”

“You’re right,” she concedes, keeping her voice soft. “But there is nothing we can do about it.” There is a moment of silence that ensues, and Tia knows Auston is stewing beside her. She knows he is going to take the blame for what happened, let it eat at him as if he’s somehow responsible – he is just that type of person. “There is nobody else I’d want to do this with,” Tia adds softly, but Auston can sense the residual pain in her voice.

Auston doesn’t answer. Instead, he navigates the dark and places a kiss to her cheek, catching the edge of her lip. He either doesn’t notice; or, after what happened only days ago, doesn’t care.

His arms tighten and his hand slips under her shirt, resting just above the waistband on her shorts. Something about his touch always was grounding, and tonight is no different. The longer it sits there the more she feels her worries begin to fade.

It’s not long before the weight of the day is gone and she slips into a slumber, but unfortunately it doesn’t come as easy for Auston. He is full of worry over what happened. Every time he thinks they are taking a step forward they take five back. He wants Tia to be a part of his world, for Taylour to be at practices and games, but how can she be when this is the response?

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Hi all! Welcome back to this story and thanks so much for the kudos! I'm glad to see everyone is enjoying my little story! This chapter is a little bit heavier in some places. But it does have it's lighter moments too. In the form of Autumn (you'll understand when you read the chapter) and we finally get to meet a character I mentioned in the first story of this universe, Tucker!So I hope you all enjoy this chapter and happy reading! P.S. If you want to set the mood of this chapter I recommend: Flares by The Script, Sympathy, and Iris both by the Goo Goo Dolls.Remember kudos and comments are good sources of protein for the author

Rating: Mature

Summary: Her eyes squeezed shut before she dropped her head. Borrowed time. It was meant to be her…It was meant to be-

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Inaccurate medical procedures, and implied/references a canonical character death and in depth survivors’ guilt

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Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down)

Ch. 2

“Claire, please. I know I need to sign those forms for the store. Just hold off Dad for a day or maybe two? But today at the very least. And I'll be there by the end of the day tomorrow.” Connor said into his cell phone, glancing at the closed bathroom door, where Sarah was getting dressed.

“I know you and Dad have your issues, but why can’t you just stop by after your shift? You wouldn’t even have to see him.” Claire asked before he heard her direct someone to ‘put that dress on a mannequin for the window display.’

Connor glanced at the bathroom door again, before he lowered his voice so Sarah wouldn’t hear him as he explained the situation to his sister.

“Claire, I’m not on shift today. I took the whole week off because something happened and Sarah was hurt.”

“Hurt?” His sister repeated the word and it sounded like a question coming out of her mouth. Concern seeped into her voice. “Hurt how?”

“Sarah and her brother were both shot the day after you and I had dinner with Robin and her husband.”

“Oh god.” Claire breathed, “Is Sarah okay? I mean you just said she’s not okay, but…”

His little sister trailed off, but Connor understood his sister’s question. He exhaled slowly, “She was discharged a few days ago, but her doctor didn’t want to do that. She wanted to keep her for observation. But Sarah wasn’t going to miss her brother’s funeral today.”

“…Which is why you can’t come to sign the forms because you’re going to the service with her,” Claire said slowly. Connor nodded even though his sister couldn’t see him before he told her carefully, “Sarah would have her family and I know that. But she’s grieving. She’s fragile right now and pushing everyone away. I want to be there for her. Today especially.”

“I’ll hold Dad off,” Claire reassured him, “And I’ll keep a good thought for Sarah and her family. That today goes as well as it can.”

“Thank you,” Connor said as his sister told someone else to ‘please put out those new vases we just got and price them.’

There was a crash in the background then and he heard Claire sigh, “I’ve got to go. Got a situation to handle.”

“Yeah, I should probably go too. We’ve got to leave soon anyway.” It turned out the siblings hung up just in time because the door to the bathroom opened up a moment later.

“I still think I should go with the other dress. It covers more.” She said, coming to stand in front of the mirror as she rubbed at her wrists. Her wrists were now scabbed over and in the process of healing. But they were still agitated and red and added that to the white bandage over her neck. Sarah was worried about people staring. About the pity in people’s eyes. She didn’t want people to focus on her today. Not at her best friend’s funeral.

“Sarah, it’s going to be in the upper eighties today. You’ll overheat in the other dress.” He reminded her, thinking of the black sweater dress she was referring to. Though it was technically autumn, it was still the beginning of the season. This meant summer was fighting for its last legs in Chicago right now and that produced unusual warm weather like today.

When she remained quiet, staring at her reflection, Connor stood and moved so he was behind her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he kissed her head.

“How did this happen, Connor? Why did this happen? Why did I get shot? Why am I getting ready to go bury my best friend?” Sarah asked in a weak, brittle voice. Connor frowned because he didn’t have an answer for her. Not one that made sense at least.

So he told her that. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t have any answer that makes sense and I’m so sorry for that and that this even happened in the first place.”

It shouldn’t have gone unspoken. The brunette in his arms released a shuddering breath that could’ve been a sob as she turned in his arms and cried.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” The surgeon had been saying those words since she woke up in that hospital room just days ago. And though he meant them every single time he said them, with every fiber of his being he meant those words; the words had started to feel hollow even to himself. He couldn’t imagine how they felt to her.

She said something, but he couldn’t understand her through her tears or her voice being muffled by his suit jacket. It was probably a good thing he didn’t. It would’ve just broken his heart that much more.

“Everyone leaves me at some point. Everyone.”

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“Does someone need to go get Sarah? She shouldn’t be driving right now, should she?” Tucker asked, coming to stand by Olive, Erin, and Teddy. While Olive had her arms full with Baby Danny, Autumn’s hand was tucked into her father’s and she pressed her face into his leg when more people arrived. At least until she tugged on Hank's pant leg and asked to be picked up.

“Autumn Kimberly, leave Grandpa Hank alone right now. He can play with you later.” Tucker scolded his daughter softly in that Texas accent that he never lost when he and his parents moved from Dallas to Chicago. The accent he got teased for in school that made Camille Voight introduce him to her son. The reason he and Justin were best friends and had been since that day in sixth grade.

Hank waved a hand to show that Autumn was fine and bent down to pick up his pseudo-granddaughter. When the little girl was settled on his hip, she patted his cheek. “Daddy and Aunt Olive says Uncle Justin was hurted very bad.”

“He was,” Hank told her in a solemn soft voice. Autumn nodded in the way that all children seemed to do when mulling over information.

“Daddy also said he’s in a better place, a place where he can’t be hurted anymore. That he’s with my mommy and his mommy.”

Hank nodded, “He is. I promise. He’s not hurting anymore.”

Autumn nodded again before she patted Hank’s cheek again. “Does that make you sad? That’s even though he’s not hurted anymore, he’s not here?”

Hank mulled over his answer. He never wanted Justin to suffer but…“Yeah, yeah it makes me sad, baby.”

The small girl looked over at her pseudo-aunt holding her cousin. “Aunt Olive? Are you sad too?”

Like Sarah, the young widow had been crying on and off for the last few days and she knew her niece was four-years-old. She wasn’t asking these questions to be cruel. She was just trying to make sense of everything, of Justin being here one day and gone the next. But that didn’t lessen the ache, the hole in her heart growing wider with every beat of her heart because her husband was gone.

The sob bubbled out of her mouth before she could stop it causing both children to look up at her. Danny grabbed at her chin. “Mama?”

“Auntie Olive, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you start crying.” Now Autumn looked like she was about to cry.

“I know you didn’t little autumn leaf, but Aunt Olive just cries easy these days because I miss your Uncle Justin.”

“Me too. Daddy says it's okay to be sad though.” The little girl told the room in a soft tone. Hank gave her the best attempt at a comforting smile.

“Your Dad is a smart man.”

Autumn fell silent then, laying her head on Hank’s shoulder. Until she saw a familiar mop of brown curls.

“Aunt Sarah,” she said softly, wiggling out of Hank’s grasp and darting across the room to get to her pseudo-aunt.

“Autumn Kimberly,” Tucker narrowly avoided colliding with a man in a Marine uniform and scooped up his four-year-old daughter before she got to Justin’s baby sister. When he turned her in his grip, he saw the frown she wore and her tiny arms were folded.

“What conversation did we have about your Aunt Sarah?” He asked her patiently after she stopped whining and squirming. Instead choosing to glare at her father. The child huffed, blowing a stray piece of dark hair out of her eyes. But Tucker just stared at her, waiting. Finally, his daughter huffed again before uttering.

“Aunt Sarah was hurted like Uncle Justin. But not as bad, but that doesn’t mean you can go climbing and jumping on her like your person-al junglely gym.”

She repeated his words back to him with enough sass of a teenager. Four going on fourteen. Tucker sighed and hugged his daughter. Then he set her back down, but not before he cautioned her, “Gentle little leaf.”

His daughter didn’t disappoint. Slowly, the little girl approached her pseudo-aunt, who bent down with a half-hearted smile. Then she crashed into the brunette.

“Missed you,” Autumn’s voice was muffled by Sarah’s shoulder.

“I missed you too, Autumn Breeze,” the woman said softly. Brown eyes peered up at her then. Not quite filled with suspicion, but certainly on their way there.

“Then why didn’t you let us visit you? When you were in the hospital for your ouchies?” Sarah licked her lips, unsure how to approach her answer.

How could the brunette explain to a child that she blamed herself for what happened to Justin? That she didn’t deserve comfort? That she wanted to keep everyone away because the guilt was eating her alive? Because it was meant to be her…Borrowed time…It was meant to be-

“Autumn,” Tucker said softly, not quite admonishing his daughter. But stepping in to save his best friend from having to answer the complicated question.

“Aunt Sarah just hasn’t been feeling her best. And you know the hospital can be a pretty scary place. I just didn’t want you or your Dad to be scared.”

Then using a stage whisper, loud enough for her best friend to hear Sarah told her pseudo-niece, “You know your Daddy scares easy.”

Tucker snorted but covered it up with a cough before his daughter could hear him.

“Oh,” the little girl nodded before she peered up at Connor. Now the suspicion was clear in her eyes. “Who are you?”

“Autumn Breeze,” Both Sarah and Tucker admonished the little girl softly as her father reached down and picked up his daughter, settling her on his hip. “Be nice.”

But Connor chuckled slightly, not the slightest bit deterred. “I’m a friend of your Aunt Sarah.”

The little girl nodded but her brown eyes still stared at Connor with a borderline glare in them before she noticed Travis and Annie arriving. She looked at her dad and the glare was gone. “Can I go say hi to Travis and Annie?”

Tucker set Autumn back down with the warning, “Stay where I can see you little leaf,”

His daughter nodded once before she darted across the room again. Tucker watched her hug Annie’s son before he turned his gaze back to Sarah.

Their trio was a duo now.

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“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Tucker said to her, reaching out to wrap her in a one-armed hug. Sarah sighed as Justin materialized in the corner of her eye. He narrowed his eyes at her with a look. One that meant he was annoyed with her.

“He doesn’t mean that like you’re taking it and you know that.” He said as Sarah sighed and grimaced at the ghost’s best friend as she returned the hug. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know that. I just meant that you wouldn’t let Annie or me visit you while you were in the hospital. Your siblings and Olive seem to think you’re pushing everyone away because you are under the delusion that what happened was your fault.”

Because it was her fault. It was meant to be her. Because it was always her that lived on borrowed time. Not Justin. Not when he had just married a really good woman and had a baby. Not when his life had just gotten on track.

Still, the brunette gave Tucker a wooden smile and said in a hollow voice, “Wonder why that is. It’s not like I’m here and he’s not, Tuck-Tuck.”

(“It wasn't your fault, Sarah,” Justin repeated his words from earlier that morning. Just like before, the brunette ignored him.) Despite Tucker repeating his best friend’s words with a heavy sigh. Connor remained silent but grabbed her hand and gripped it tightly in hers. The movement seemed to make her best friend remember their duo wasn’t alone.

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude,” Tucker said with a shake of his head. Sarah saw the opening and took the opportunity to duck away from the conversation before it could get turned back on her, about it not being her fault when it so clearly was.

(“I wish you would stop saying that.” Justin’s ghost told her, “Because it’s not true.”)

Ignoring the transparent version of her pseudo-brother, she squeezed Connor’s hand. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to go say hi to Dad, Olive, Erin, and Teddy.”

When her lover nodded, Sarah’s hand slipped from his grasp as she walked away, giving Justin’s best friend since middle school her best attempt at a tight smile. Both men watched her go, then Tucker turned back to face Connor. Sticking out his hand, he introduced himself in his southern drawl.

“I’m Tucker Carvin. Justin’s and Sarah’s best friend. And I’m sorry my daughter. She’s been trying to make sense of everything with Justin being here one day and then gone the next. This is her first real experience with something like this and it’s manifesting into stranger danger.”

“Stranger danger isn’t always a bad thing, but it’s okay. I’d be wary of a new person too, if I was in her situation. I’m Connor Rhodes. Sarah’s boyfriend.” Just like days earlier with Teddy, the title rolled off of his lips easily as he took Tucker’s hand. Shaking it.

“Yeah, I heard about you. Didn’t know Sarah was really seeing anyone till she was in the hospital though,” the man commented and Connor winced, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck. “That's my fault really. We’ve had some miscommunication about what we are. But I’m working to remedy that.”

Tucker nodded then he nodded to Sarah, talking with Annie.

“How’s she doing? I’ve asked Erin, Olive, and Teddy but they say they don’t know because she’s not talking to them. Not really by giving them vague answers. I didn’t want to ask sergeant Voight because I didn’t want to add salt to an open wound. And she refused to let me visit when she was in the hospital and she hasn't answered any of my calls. The only thing she’s been responding to is text and even those are one-word answers.” Tucker sighed sadly as the worry for his friend grew.

“She’s…” Connor sighed once more as he struggled to talk about his lover and how her grief and survivor’s guilt were getting to her. “I want to say she’s managing, but that would be a lie. She’s all over the place because it’s almost as if her misplaced guilt and her grief are warring within her. She’s actually keeping a better handle on it then you would think. But it still spills over and she can’t handle it without breaking down. I’m trying to be there for her. But I don’t know if it’s working as well as I hoped because I don’t want to smother her, but I also don’t want her to feel like she has to deal with this by herself.”

“Olive said she shouldn’t have been released as early as she was.”

“She shouldn’t have. Typically with gunshot wounds, Med keeps you for two to three days afterward and Sarah was a doctor there. So maybe she was being a little over-cautious but her doctor wanted to keep her observation. Sarah was determined to be here today though. She was going to leave against medical advice if she had to.” The double-certified surgeon explained.

“Heard you stopped a fight there too.” The man from Texas drawled slowly. Connor shook his head as Sarah started to make her way back over to them, “I just tried to offer a solution that would help everyone.”

“Dad said Justin wanted both of us to speak?” She asked Justin’s best friend as she leaned her uninjured side against Connor’s shoulder. His lover had been doing that a lot lately, clinging to him. (And calling Hank, Dad but that wasn’t Connor’s to touch.) Connor didn’t mind. She needed the support right now and in all actuality, she wasn’t being clingy by the same measure of other people. But she was being clingy for her. In fact, tragic events aside he was probably the more clingy out of the two of them because of how physical he tended to be when he was in a relationship.

“Afterwards, at the house. Good memories. Memories that make us laugh. That type of thing. Before…” Tucker trailed off before he cleared his throat, “He told me he didn’t want people to be more sad. So he wanted us to remember the happy memories and he thought you and me would be the best because-”

“We have the most embarrassing memories of him?” Sarah said with the ghost of a smile on her lips. Her friend mirrored her.

“Well, that. But also we were his best friends. I think Olive was going to speak too, but she doesn’t think Danny will let her right now because he doesn’t want anyone else to hold him right now. She can barely go to the bathroom without him throwing a fit right now because he’s so confused right now with Justin not here.”

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Tucker excused himself a few minutes later to go call his parents. They were coming in for the service, but they weren’t here yet and he was starting to worry. So that left Sarah and Connor to go mingle around the room. Well, Connor was mingling, being his naturally charming self. Sarah was more or less standing by his side, listening to his rich raspy voice as he talked.

Only talking quietly when someone spoke to her directly. A lot of the people in marine corps uniforms seemed to know who she was. Or they recognized her name. Apparently, Justin and Olive talked about her often and it was ‘nice to finally put a face to the famous sister we’ve heard all about despite the circumstances.’

In those cases, not knowing what to say, Sarah just gave them a tight smile and let her lover make conversation for her. The brunette knew it was a cop-out to lean on Connor with this, to use him as her crutch. Because he was here for her. This was her best friend. Her pseudo-family. But as the service continued, Sarah’s energy had started to wane. (And they hadn’t even made it to the actual service yet.)

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“By the way, just so you know,” Annie told her best friend in a quiet undertone while Travis entertained Autumn with a piggyback ride because Tucker was still talking to his parents, “When you told me Sarah didn’t have a boyfriend and I told you she did because I caught a vibe between her and a guy at her hospital-”

“Let me guess, he’s the guy?” Erin interrupted looking over to where her little sister and Connor were talking to a group of people in marine corps uniforms.

“Yup.”

“Yeah, I know. I was wrong,” Erin said with a rueful smirk at herself, “Apparently, I’ve been wrong for six months now.”

The blonde woman whistled but didn’t say anything more than, “Well, no one can blame you for being out of the loop. You did kind of go into a black hole with Nadia’s death.”

Erin felt herself grimace as she opened her mouth, but before she could get a word out, a voice called for everyone’s attention.

“Sorry for the delay folks, but if you’ll follow me into the viewing room, we’re ready to begin the services now.” The funeral home director told the crowd of people. Olive released a sob. Hank reached out and grabbed Danny, passing him off to Teddy. Then he wrapped an arm around Olive’s back.

“Olive, maybe taking a seat will help. Come on,” he told his daughter-in-law in a gravelly yet gentle voice. Then he moved forward and one by one the crowd followed behind Hank as they made their way to say their final goodbyes to Justin Voight.

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