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deermi · 5 years ago

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Wonderwall | Part 4

Summary: He was a genius. He had absolutely everything. Money, fame, attention of all the celebrities, sports cars that everybody wanted, countless villas, and much more. The life every single person wanted to live. But all he needed was you.

Genre: Angst (I guess)

Warnings: Alcohol use

AU: Fashion CEO

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Word count: 3k~

Author’s note: Ah, I have so wany wips that I don’t know which ones to post. Anyways, “Wonderwall” will most probaby have 6/7 parts and an epilogue. I hope you liked this chapter and thank you for reading it!

We had spent the dinner rather quietly - eating, drinking, exchanging a few sentences from time to time. The waiters had been ogling our pair almost without any shame as we had sat at the table. I don’t know whether it had been because they had known who the man with neon green hair is, or because we had been acting so strangely around each other. Perhaps both reasons were correct. The atmosphere between us hadn’t been awkward nor stiff in the restaurant. It had been filled with some kind of tension, but I couldn’t have quite put my finger on it.

Now we were back in his car, heading to a destination that remained unknown for me. But I didn’t want to ask feeling like it would’ve been just another question of mine he’d ignore. It was so quiet inside the vehicle, the only sounds coming from the streets as we strolled around the city, that I had a feeling like the beating of my heart was as loud as a drum put next to Mr Kwon’s ear.

“You’re not going to ask where we’re going?”

I turned my head around with my brows furrowed at his sudden question. My boss had one of his hands on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the door of the car while his eyes were concentrated on the road ahead of us.

“I didn’t feel like it.” I answered bluntly, trying not show any interest in our destination

He glanced at me with the corner of his eye before focusing back on the traffic. There must’ve been a visible spark of unquenchable curiosity he had noticed because in a few seconds I heard his voice once more.

“We’re going to my place.” Mr Kwon nonchalantly moved his hair out of his eyes with his free hand

I bit on my tongue before blurting out the ‘what for’ that had almost slipped out of my lips. Instead I just nodded at his words and started to stare at the city lights out of the window back again. We strolled down, the dim brightness coming from the street lamps shining through the windows, making everything inside the vehicle appear yellowish. There were almost no people outside, making the night even quieter than I had previously thought it is. No usual honking of the cars, no roaring of engines, no sound coming from the radio.

That scene surrounding me was calming. Or at least should’ve been like that. However, with the knot of anxiety tightening inside my stomach, I wasn’t able to focus on the soothing silence.

It was madness. Pure madness. All the things that had happened since that damned photoshoot. Modeling, asking for my opinion, giving me a lift, and that dinner we just had. And telling me to call him Jiyong was on top of the peak. I had never heard of a boss asking one of his employees to call them by their first name. It was just another level of intimacy I would’ve never even thought of reaching. Moreover, it was completely unprofessional, especially that he insisted I did it at our workplace as well. It was just the first step to cause the rumors both among the workers and the world of celebrities. Although, it seemed to me that Mr Kwon either didn’t care about that, or simply wanted to cause them. What for? More fame? Recognition? I already had that. So maybe for himself? To make himself feel better by having someone close?

And then it hit me. The sudden realisation made me snap out of the transe I had been in for those few minutes of our ride.

I had never seen Mr Kwon with a friend, a colleague, or even talking to anybody who could’ve been one of them on the phone. Not mentioning a partner. All I could think of when I thought of him was hard work and absolute focus on it. He had his goals and always gave his all to reach them. And he actually did everytime - with his genius mind and determination he was almost destined to be successful. But what if behind this cold facade of strong will, was just a lonely soul which desperately needed comfort in the shape of another person’s warmth? What if he finally had enough of always being alone? Of being expected to be the genius who created ‘Peaceminusone’?

The heavy thoughts inside my head were suddenly interrupted by Mr Kwon stopping the car in front of a tall building. He turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle without sparing me a glance. I unbuckled my seatbelt hurriedly, fidgeting with the strap, ready to follow him. When it snapped roughly against the seat I reached out to grab the door handle, but it quickly flew out of my reach once Mr Kwon opened the door. I looked up and noticed that he was staring at me with his eyebrows raised.

Without a word he outstretched his hand for me to take, just like he had done it before in front of the restaurant. Once more I placed my palm on his and let him pull me out of the car.

While he was closing the door behind me, my eyes flew up to the sky. Mr Kwon had parked the car in front of a tall skyscraper. The windows of the building glistened as city lights reflected in them making it look like it was made out of black shiny crystal. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight. I felt so small facing the enormous structure, but the view was so beautiful and so overwhelming at the same time, I couldn’t help it.

It was weird how a simple skyscraper made me feel like that. Actually the stifling part of it was the thought that it was the place, or more probably one of the places, my boss lived in. And he was taking me inside with him - completely crossing the line drawn between the company’s boss and their employee once more.

We entered the building with his hand on the small of my back. The heels I was wearing were loudly tapping on the marble floor, completely breaking the silence inside the lobby. The man standing behind the reception desk bowed without a word at the sight of me and Mr Kwon entering. My boss led me to the elevator, without sparing a glance to the guy, and pressed the button. I felt the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in my back as we patiently waited. With the ring the door in front of us opened revealing the lightened inside of the elevator. Once we were alone within the four walls and the curious stare of the man was cut off, I let out a quiet sigh of relief while Mr Kwon was busy pressing the button at the very top of a long row of them.

Again any of us didn’t say a word letting the silence fill the space between us. I didn’t move, didn’t even dare to look at the mirror next to me, afraid that my reflection would reveal how stressed I actually was. And after what felt like eternity the door opened revealing the place my boss wanted me to see.

The enormous penthouse in front of my eyes almost literally shone with luxury. The glass chandelier above hanged above our heads making the light reflect in the stone floor as we stepped inside the living room, which was probably the size of my whole apartment, or even bigger. Everything inside just screamed ‘expensive’ - the leather sofa, the black television set, the huge window wall through which you could see the city lights shine below your feet. And above all, every single piece of furniture, every square meter of that space, reminded me of Mr Kwon. It was just his place. His place that I was invading despite the fact that he had invited me here. I felt like I just didn’t belong there.

“What wine do you prefer?”

I turned my head around to see my boss taking off his tuxedo jacket in one swift move before walking up to a glass cabinet full of different types of alcohol and opening it.

“Um…” I took a glance at the numerous bottles, not sure what to say, since there was surely a huge variety available “White. Semi sweet.”

Without any answer Mr Kwon just grabbed one of the wines along with two glasses. He walked up to a coffee table in front of the leather sofa and placed everything on the surface. Swiftly he opened the bottle and began to pour the clear liquid into the tumblers.

In the meantime I came closer to the window. The view in front of me was absolutely breathtaking. Seeing the whole city shine beautifully during the night and having it almost literally at my feet was one of the most picturesque sights I had ever seen in my life.

When Mr Kwon finished pouring the wine, he approached me with a glass in each hand and handed out one of them. The smell of sweet alcohol reached me before my fingers wrapped around the fragile crystal. He gently bumped his tumbler into mine, making the sound of clattering echo inside the room.

I took a sip of the drink feeling the slightly bitter flavour on my tongue. The taste was much different from the taste of the wine you could get in any supermarket, making me wonder how much was this alcohol actually worth.

With the glass still against my lips I turned around to look at the night sky again.

“Do you like it?” Mr Kwon asked me

“The view?” I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and saw him giving me a single nod before sipping on the wine “Yes. I actually like it a lot.”

“Do you want it every day?” his another question hanged in the air for a few seconds as I started to process his words “Do you want to be able to see it every day?”

“What do you mean?” I asked with a small voice, afraid of what might come next

“I can buy you an apartment like this one.” he answered nonchalantly like it was something completely normal

I immediately shook my head abruptly trying to get that idea out of his head “Thank you, Jiyong. But I really can’t ac-“

“Or you can stay here with me.”

I almost choked on the wine.

“W-what?”

In response he shrugged with his eyes focused on the view in front of us and said “You’ll do whatever you want. It’s your decision.”

For a few seconds none of us said anything, as his words echoed in my head.

“Just say a word and you’ll get anything you want.” he added

I took a shaky breath trying to ignore my heart beating loudly against my ribcage. I took another sip of the wine hoping the alcohol would give me either more courage, or help me relax.

“Okay.” I whispered quickly with the glass pressed against my lips

We were just looking out of the window, absorbing the night view in front of us with the bitter taste on both of our tongues. I desperately drank up the liquid looking for some kind of relief in it. Mr Kwon, without any warning, took the glass from my hands and walked up to where the bottle was standing to refill it along with his. While he was busy pouring the drink I took a few hesitant steps toward the sofa standing in the middle of the room. My boss’ eyes followed me as I plopped down on the leather seat, feeling the material of the black dress I was wearing fold against the skin of my legs.

If Mr Kwon had had something against my actions, he hadn’t spoken a it out loud, but I was slowly starting to get used to the thought that I was allowed to do almost everything here.

I didn’t know wether it was the alcohol that made me feel slightly dizzy, or the atmosphere between me and Mr Kwon. Yet I felt somehow weightless - the boundaries that had previously stopped me from doing what I wanted around my boss began to disappear.

He sat down next to me, resting his arm on the back of the couch and handed me the wine. His eyes carefully scanned my frame as I took the glass from his hands and drained out the whole liquid from inside.

Did I want to get drunk? Maybe. But I for sure wanted to feel even lighter, even more immune to anything that was happening around me for the past few days. It was all so bizzare and almost completely inimaginable. Still, it was the reality that I had to live in. I wanted to make it easier, less stressful, or I wanted to give myself more courage to bear with it. And I wanted to do it as fast as possible.

“Can I have more?” I asked quietly, looking Mr Kwon in the eyes for the first time in forever

He stared at me with his obsidian dark orbs for a moment before grabbing the bottle and pouring the liquid into my glass until the very last drop. Once more I pressed the tumbler against my lips and let more alcohol run through my veins.

My visit to this place was just the beginning and I was fully aware of that. How could I handle more? What could come next?

I wasn’t afraid of Mr Kwon - yes, he was cold for most of the time, but the realisation that had hit me during our ride was helping me understand his actions at least to some extent. Were I his remedy? Were I the warmth he lacked? Or maybe something different? A person others would describe as a muse, an inspiration?

“What are you thinking about?” Jiyong’s quiet voice pierced through my thoughts, making me look at him as I let my head fall down on the back of the seat behind me

“Nothing important.” I whispered not trusting my voice enough to speak louder

My eyelids felt heavier than before, the alcohol finally rushing to my head. I closed my eyes and started to take slow, deep breaths, the silence in the room calming me down. Mr Kwon slowly took out the empty glass from my hands and I heard him placing it on the table along with his. I felt his burning gaze on my face as everything went quiet once more.

“You’re beautiful.” the subtle touch of his fingers slowly caressing my cheek made me look at him, immediately locking my eyes with his dark ones “So beautiful.”

And before I could even realise, Jiyong’s lips gently touched mine. I had to proceed what was happening because it felt so unreal. The breath caught in my throat at his actions as I looked straight ahead dumbfoundedly, feeling stonecold sober for a few seconds. I couldn’t push him away - I didn’t know wether I even wanted to do that. So I let my eyelids fall down as I kissed him back slowly without any emotions. There was nothing in the kiss - it was empty. No love, no passion, not even lust. No anything. Just lips moving against lips, skin against skin.

His mouth pressed more firmly on mine when he felt me kissing him back. He moved his hand that had previously been caressing the skin of my cheek to my waist. Jiyong tilted his head to deepen the kiss and swiftly swiped his tongue against mine.

My body felt numb, head empty, no thoughts. I let the alcohol in my veins work for me.

His grip on my waist got stronger and he moved me to sit on his lap without disconnecting our lips. The dress rode up my thighs, revealing more skin of my legs, as I straddled him with my palms pressed on his shoulders to steady myself. I let his tongue explore my mouth making the bitterness of wine strengthen on my lips. Jiyong’s kisses were desperate, firm. His skilled mouth worked against mine making me feel dizzy not from the emotions coming from it, but the alcohol taking control over my body.

He pulled mt flush against his chest making me grip the soft material of his white shirt. He pressed another open mouthed kiss to my lips before pulling away, lacking air as much as I did. His forehead was pressed against mine, while his hand rose up from my waist and moved the loose hair away from my face.

“Stay for the night.” Jiyong’s voice was soft yet firm

I could’ve said no. But for some reason I didn’t. Perhaps because of the boost of confidence the wine had given me. Or maybe because some part of me wanted to be what would fix him, make him feel better.

“Okay.”

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blacksurvivalnostalgichanges · 4 years ago

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Black Survival characters as RTgame quotes

i have a new way to fill a day when i don’t know what headcanon i could use:special posts

Adela: (Check) There’s a check. Keep popping them in check. (Check) (Check) (Check)

Adriana: Radical has taken the burgle land really to heart and he’s just setting fire to the forest.

Alex: Hey bro you want some tequila? (yeets tequila bottle at a guy)

Arda:(writes down “Mom i’m sorry”) Good start.

Aya: You cant escape the law! I have the ability to teleport! Don’t make me finger gun you!

Barbara: Well, that was a fast midlife crisis. Happy birthday! Midlife Crisis time!

Bernice: (holds a guy’s face) Ned, I... never said this, but sometimes when I look into your eyes- NO, DON’T, COME BACK HERE-

Bianca: These are all, just, like, weird planet names. Like, Zoton, Cropin, Cragos. Draarendy...? Perotex, m- (laughs) wait, WAIT WAIT- Wait that was just the poor man’s Mars, come on. That last one was just Mares. Could you name all the planets in the solar system? Oh we got earth, venus, saturn, Mares- (written in 10/7 so we’ll see how this ages once bianca gets released, maybe she won’t be the same gimmick as jackie)

Camilo: “It’s just, all those years ago... It was so hard-” Oh no. “I didn’t know how to raise Sarah alone.” Hey ned, let’s do some more dancing! (dances) Doooo doo doo do doo dododo! Haa haa haaa!

Cathy: ‘S a little bit pricy, but fuck it! I don’t know how to play Monopoly, let’s go!

Chiara: “This is the man in question, Edward Romsey. A teacher once, would you believe?” But then he forgot to buy Dosney related products.

Daniel: “Barbara just discovered how to make a Grim Reaper Snowman”... (looks at snowman with a black cape and a scythe) Oh Gooood.

Echion: (fuckboy voice) They call it... The Fortnite, the new violent shooter from Epic Games Studios that kids are dropping out of school to play.

Eleven: I made the smoothie! I made the smoothie! (car crashes)

Eva: Heart’s desires... (reading out options, starts laughing) “to be tall”!

Emma: (petting the side of someone’s head) Stroke him gently.

Fiora: Now remember your training, guys, big circle-shape swings, okay, you wanna try to get a figure A motion, okay? If you remember that, nothing will go wrong in an actual fight. And remember to have fun, it’s an important part of the experiment. (whacks everyone in a row in a few seconds) Who’s next?

Hart: (playing guitar) I call this little ditty Wonderwall. You may not have heard it before.

Hyejin: You’re supposed to click evacuate BEFORE the disaster happens!

Hyunwoo: What could a dog have possibly done to go to jail?!

Isol: Can I take your handgun? This loaded? ....Pal, do you have any ammo? I’m trying to fire this handgun in your store. I’m gonna take this with me, thank you.

Jackie: Oh no, not this again. We did this two years ago, I’m not doing it again! -It’s happening again. I thought I was finished playing Groundhog Day!

Jan: This man unironically says epic, I don’t know if we can trust him.

Jenny: Are there any controls I might have? (the plane starts going down) Oh, B just stalls the engine.

JP: Thanks to VR, I can now be more gay than normal.

Lenox: I’m trying to do big brain plays here, but I’m not a smart woman!

Leon: We have seven thousand viewers for Wii Sports, and we’re top ten on Twitch- wh- why are people here-

Li Dailin: You know how in like, the third Harry Potter, the night’s bus takes Harry to Hogwarts? Like, the leaky cauldron, and... you’re not really sure how he’s dodging all these cars?

Luke: I’ll be, like, sleeping tonight, i’ll be waking up in a cold sweat, and be like “Good air!” His soul has been trapped in Wii Sports since 2009, he hasn’t been able to leave this game. ‘I wonder if the voice actor talks like this in real life as well’. Could you just imagine if he has a wife and kids, and the trainer’s like... (enthusiastically) ‘Good morning!’ ‘Darling, it’s-it’s been like nine years since Wii Sports Resort voiceover.’ ‘I know, right?’ ‘Like, you have to talk like a normal human being again! You can’t just keep putting the family through this!’ ‘Nice air!’ ‘WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS! WE’RE NOT IN THE AIR!’

Magnus: (somehow breaks glass by grabbing it) My hands are bleeding terribly.

Mai: “Alice, I want to speak to your manager.” Dude, it’s just coffee. It’s just coffee. ....He’s a karen, isn’t he? (points at him) You’re a karen.

Nadine: (shoots at the bullseye) I’m already a pro. Look at that. Watch me get it again. (shoots at the bullseye again)

Nathapon: (writes down ‘hi my name is Oole’) Always important to put your name on your notebook. You know, just in case you lose it.

Nicky: (swinging wii remote wildly towards mii) Why won’t... you die?! (game starts) Oh that was practice-

Rio: Do you wanna be that guy who reads everything on Wikipedia? Play this game.

Rosalio: Oh jesus- oh, I didn’t expect for there to be consequences-

Rozzi: (jumping off a plane with a parashoot, people start locking hands with the avatar) Lose ‘em, lose ‘em! (shakes wildly to get them away) Get ‘em off me! Get ‘em off me!

Shoichi: ‘Ey Daithi, how much would it cost for me to buy that off ya?’ ‘Uh, one thousand, one hundred and forty- (amount of money changes) Oh sorry, just changed! One thousand, one hundred and twenty nine.’ ‘You’re gonna leave me with a dollar.’ ‘Yep.’

Silvia: (Picks up a gun) Is it loaded? (points it at herself and pulls the trigger repeatedly) Doesn’t appear to be.

Sissela: “Pulmonary oedema”... I can’t even pronounce it, that sounds really bad.

Sua: Oh my god, bless his heart. Ross Bob just came back from the dead to feed the cat. He’s actually the sweetest man alive.

William: They all keep saying “I’d love to stick around but I gotta go”. They don’t- they don’t have a say in this

Xiukai: Why did the donut cause me to hallucinate so badly??

Yuki: “Fix everything and leave”. I need that button IRL. Fix everything and leave.

Zahir: (accidentally drops glass) I appear to be struggling. (looks around and grabs a tiny drink umbrella) Would you like an umbrella?

#black survival #headcanons #black survival headcanons #again i'm not tagging all of this shit #incorrect quotes

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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Wonderwall Epilogue

Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

“And after all, you’re my wonderwall.” - Oasis

New York- 1 year (and some months) Later

(Flashback) “I don’t want to wait,” he says, smiling widely as he looks down at me in his arms. He’s slouched against the headboard and the sheets are pulled over my naked breasts as Keanu traces absent circles into my arms while I do the same on his chest. Unless we’re apart for filming, this a nightly occurrence, lying like this or in a similar position until we fall asleep, our limbs intertwined. I haven’t officially moved in with him, or to L.A for that matter, but it’s become second nature to be here, to be where he is.

“Are you sure?” I ask quietly, lifting myself a little so our eyes can meet, “You don’t feel rushed or anything? It hasn’t even been a year yet.”

Keanu nods, determination in his eyes, “It don’t.” Shifting a little, he reaches into the drawer into his nightstand, pulling out a little rusted-red box with a gold pattern at the edges, offering it to me, “I got this a couple months after we started dating. I picked up when I did that press thing in Paris.” His smile is wide and his eyes are searching mine for an answer. My mouth hangs open in surprise and I can’t find the words. Ever since we’ve gotten together, or maybe even before, I’ve known that he was the one, but now that it’s actually happening, I’m speechless. My fingers are shaking so much that I can’t even open the box. “Y/n,” Keanu begins, helping me open the box, only to reveal a smaller ring box, “Will you marry me?”

Smiling like a love struck fool, I nod eagerly, flinging my body to his chest, pressing my lips to his, “I’d love to marry you,” I mumble between kisses, “I love you Keanu.”

“I love you Y/n,” he replies quietly.

Now.... The sun is setting and the air has cooled, though the party shows no signs of dying down any time soon. I’m sitting at our table, adorned with candles and fresh flowers, a flute of champagne in my hand as I look on at the scene with a smile. “Hi,” a pair of strong hands start rubbing my shoulders, barely grazing the off the shoulder sleeves of my dress.

“Hey,” I giggle, turning my head as he bends down to press a kiss to my lips. Keanu’s face is flushed and his grin bright, “Where have you been?”

“Your cousins love to dance,” he breaths as explanation, plopping in to the chair next to me. Even with most of the day over, he looks like a dream in his tux. His bow tie is undone and the top two buttons of his white shirt are open.

“I think they love you more,” I laugh, finishing of the rest of my champagne. “Though maybe not as much as I love you,” leaning forward, I press another kiss to his lips, keeping my eyes closed as I hold my forehead against his.

Keanu hums as he laces his fingers with mine, “Care to take a walk with me, Mrs. Reeves?”

It’s only been a few hours, but already, I love being called that. I’m Mrs. Keanu Reeves. “I’d love to,” I giggle as he pulls me up. With our hands still linked, we walk towards the near by lake, not stopping until we’re at the middle of the bridge, away from the crowd.

Y/n stands gripping the railing and I’m behind her, my hands planted at her hips, the silk of her gorgeous wedding dress smooth beneath my fingers. She was definitely a vison in white, the perfect picture of a bohemian princess with a flowing dress that easily blows in the direction of the wind and a glittering tiara holding her veil in place as she walked down the aisle this morning, to meet me under the flower adorned arch, our closet friends and family watching.

In the end, we had opted for a small ceremony held just past noon, when warm spring rays bounced around after filtering through the trees at the edge of the forest that sits just beyond the lake. The small crowd sat in white patio chairs, on either side of a pathway marked off by pink rose petals. A violins had played soft music while we read the vows that we wrote ourselves. It was everything Y/n and I had hoped it would be; simple, elegant and intimate.

“I can’t believe it’s already over,” Y/n muses, leading her back against my chest, her fingers dancing along the wooden guard rail.

“I know,” my arms wrap around her, encouraging her to try to snuggle closer, “I can’t believe that you’re actually my wife,” I chuckle quietly.

Y/n giggles, humming, “And you’re my husband. Took us long enough,” she chortles.

“You mean it took you long enough,” I correct and she swats at my arm, “Okay fine, maybe we both played our parts.” She spent a long time chasing after a something that was long gone and I spent an even longer time hiding how I felt because of fear.

“Well,” Y/n begins, turning in the circle of my arms, looping hers around my neck, “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re here, in love, married and everything is just the way it should be,” Y/n’s nails graze my scalp as her finger tangle in my hair, urging me towards her.

“I love you, so, so much Mrs. Reeves,” our noses brush each other in an Eskimo kiss that brings visible warmth to both our cheeks.

“And I adore, and love you with everything that I am Mr. Reeves,” she returns giddily. Out lips tangle in a lingering kiss, only one of many that we’ll share in our lifetime as a married couple. I taste the sweetness of champagne and wedding cake on her tongue and my bottom lip drags between her teeth.

When we break, Y/n’s face sobers and I slid my palms up her shoulders as I ask, “What?”

“That night, when I asked you to meet me downstairs, I didn’t even know what I wanted to say to you. And things were going so great with you and Samantha. I knew that marrying Jacob would have been a mistake, and even if you had told me you didn’t feel the same, I don’t think I would have gone through it,” Y/n sighs quietly, shaking her head, “God, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this now, but I do know that I’m glad things went the way they did,” Y/n smiles softly, “And that I am sorry that it took me so long

My mind flashes back to that night, it was over a year ago and since then so much has changed but it feels like just last night, we were at a resort in desolate, snowy Colorado and she’s standing in front of me, begging me to forgive a mistake that she had spent so long making. I was no different , playing the part of a coward who was just a few hours away from losing the person who meant the most to me.....

(Flashback) “I think I’ve made a mistake,” Y/n’s words are breathless and thick with emotion. The yellow tinted lighting coming from the old-fashioned lamps lining the walls is dim, but I can still see the moisture in her eyes, threatening to break through.

“What do you mean?” I ask worriedly, stepping closer to Y/n, ready to gather her in my arms, “Did he hurt you again? Cause if he did-”

“No,” she sakes her head, smiling sadly through the tears, “It’s on me this time.” Licking her lips, Y/n swallows tightly, “Ke,” she begins, “I think- no, I know, that I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now and I know things are complicated and you probably don’t feel-” In an instant, I’m cutting her off, smashing my lips to hers, my arms going around her waist. With in a minute, Y/n’s arms loop around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair.

We’ve kissed before, almost a year ago, on New Years, but this, this is levels beyond drunken, hungry kisses. This is everything that she wants to admit to me and everything that I’ve been feeling for her over the past three years, all poured into one kiss. It’s a declaration that starting now, everything has changed for the better, that no matter how complicated things are, how many people are involved, we matter most to each other. I love Y/n, and she loves me.

When we pull away for air, she’s still in my arms, “I do feel the same, I’ve loved you for so long Y/n.”

“Then why didn’t you ever say something?” She asks, her fingers brushing my cheeks, they’re cold but nothing has ever felt this right.

“I was scared, I didn’t think you’d feel the same but I love do you Y/n, and I don’t think I’d be capable of anything less.”

Her eyes are wide, and my thumb slips across her cheek as I marvel at her in this moment, “Oh Ke,” she sighs, “We’ve really fucked up haven’t we?”

I laugh quietly, pulling her body flush against my chest, “We have, but we’re going to fix it.”

“I’m sorry too,” I hug Y/n close and she presses her head against the center of my chest, “For hiding the way I felt from you, for so long,” I kiss the top of her head and she hums in contentment.

“We could have saved ourselves, and each other a lot of time if we had just grown a pair and came clean.”

“Yeah,” I huff a quiet laugh, “But like you said, all of that doesn’t matter anymore. We still got here after all, and I couldn’t have imagined this being any better.” We stand on the bridge for a while, looking on at the serene lake, the reception still thriving. Soon, the sun is beginning to set and, reluctantly I say, “Come on, we should get back, everyone is going to think we ditched our own wedding reception.”

Y/n groans in protest, “Let them, I want to keep you all to myself,” she giggles warily.

“You can, in Rome,” during our honeymoon. As we walk back, our arms are linked and she rests her head on my bicep, “And I’ll have you, all to myself.”

I can’t see it, but I hear her wide, gleeful smile as she concludes, “I can’t wait.”

Neither can I y/n, for our romantic getaway and forever with the woman I love.

THE END!

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paulvibe · 5 years ago

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Could I request an imagine for George (The Beatles) where his and the reader's daughter just turns 16 and earns her license and they both surprise her with a car and George gets all emotional? Thank you!

Anon!!!!!!! im sorry this took 80 years for me to upload. Life happens and i’m taking all efforts not to end my life lol. Anways, here’s wonderwall.

Words: 777

Warnings: just fluff :)

Back to school season wasn’t always easy for you and your husband, George. It took a small toll on your significant other as he had always had a special bond with your child. This year however, it was even harder; this year your daughter, Heather, had turned 16 over the summer. Of course you were ecstatic over it; she was now allowed to wear makeup, flirt with boys, and even stay out past 9. It was exciting! George on the other hand, well, he was struggling that his baby girl was now an ‘adult’. Mainly because she didn’t spend as much dad/daughter time as she used to. Though he’s slowly learning to deal with it.

You and George currently sat at your kitchen counter while Heather was off at school. George was writing some song lyrics and you were chatting with him as he flushed out ideas.

“I think we should give Heather a car.” You spoke, looking at your husband. He blinked and set the pen down, then turned to face you.

“What?” The man asked as his dark eyes bore into yours through his lashes.

“C’mon, she’s 16 now! She got her license all by herself.” You responded. “I know we said that she has to buy it, but she's been really good lately.” It was true, Heather had come to you guys explaining that she wanted to get her license and you told her to go for it, but she had to save and purchase a car herself. However, now your mind has changed. She was behaving well at home, she did her chores when asked, and even though she had a later curfew, she came home early.

“I just don’t like the idea of her being mobile so soon.” The man commented. You could tell he was worried about his daughter.

“C’mon darling,” You urged him to change his opinion. You stood up and rubbed your hand on his back while resting your head atop his. “Think about how happy she’ll be.”

You could tell he was contemplating before his head dropped in defeat. “Fine, we’ll go to the shops tomorrow.” You let out a triumphant squeal and kissed the top of his head repeatedly.

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“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” Heather's voiced echoed throughout the house. Today was the day you and George were gifting your daughter her car. You'd gone to the shops, as George promised, and picked out a 1976 AMC Pacer; then George hid it in the garage under a tarp as to not ruin the surprise.

“Upstairs darling!” You called out. George and you sat in your bedroom, eagerly waiting for your daughter. Her feet pattered up the stairs and she entered the room with a small smile.

“How was school?” George asked, giving the girl a hug.

“Same old stuff, I’m exhausted.” She shrugged her shoulders before continuing. “Penny got a boy toy, and they ditched me at lunch.” Penny was Heather's best friend.

“Well,” You began, “We have a gift for you, baby. Maybe it’ll cheer you up.” Heather's eyes looked between you and George, still in her father's grasp. You led the way out of your bedroom and outside to the garage. Your daughter stood next to you as George opened the garage door to reveal the tarp covered car.

“Did you guys buy a new car or something?” Heather asked unimpressed. You gave her a coy smile before gesturing at George to take the tarp off. He ripped it off, revealing the Pacer underneath.

“Surprise!” You yelled, arms open wide. The girls eyes glanced between you and George before she started to squeal and jump up and down, running to her father, giving him a hug. The man laughed, holding her tight as they both jumped up and down now. George pulled the keys out of his pocket and handed them to Heather. She excitedly jumped into the car and started to play around with buttons. George made his way over to you and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. The two of you watched your daughter goof around in the car.

“She’s getting so old,” You heard George mumble. You looked up at his face and saw a tiny tear drip down his cheek. His dark eyes were slightly glazed over, and his cheeks pink.

“Oh, honey,” You gently spoke, wiping the tear. He looked down at you and then gave you a reassuring grin, showing off his sharp teeth. He kissed the top of your head before letting you go and walking towards your daughter in the car.

“Let’s go for a drive, yeah?” He asked, and Heather let out a squeal bringing the car to life.

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casseythebee · 5 years ago

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Crown of Roses

Bingo Spot: Fourth of July

Summary: After a long debate you and Sam finally set on a date for your wedding and the day has finally come.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Words: 1.7k-ish

Warning: pregnancy, a tiny bit of smut (it is literally just kissing in underwear), language

[Y/N’s POV]

“Triplets!”

“Dean calm down, it’s going to be okay,” you say to him holding your hands up in a defensive position.

“How are we going to be able to take care of triplets?” he bellows. “Wait a minute how long have you known and not told me?”

You and Sam make eye contact but look away quickly, avoiding Dean’s glare. “Well-” Sam starts but you cut him off with a death stare of your own. “We have to tell him at some point.”

You shake your head. “He is going to be pissed.”

“Cas,” Sam says, “had his suspicions early on but was not confirmed until after about 3 weeks give or take a few days.”

“You didn’t tell me for 13 weeks!”

“We didn’t want to tell you until we were absolutely sure that the babies would survive,” you admit. You have read that the risk of miscarriage is low after at least 10 weeks and that most women come out and say it after the first trimester. But you were scared. Sometimes multiple pregnancies don’t always survive, more so back in the day but you just wanted to stay safe. “It is a set of twin girls and a boy.”

“Cas! Why did you change it?” Charlie screeches. “I love that song!”

“By now you should've somehow

Realized what you gotta do!” you and Charlie scream-sing in unison.

Cas is driving, Charlie is upfront and you are sprawled out in the back. You are 12 hours into a 13 and a half-hour drive down to Padre Island, Texas. You and Sam chose the Fourth of July and the island for your wedding.

“And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding!” you two sing again.

Charlie is wiggling around in her seat dancing to the best of her ability in the cramped truck. “Come on Cassey! Sing along with us!”

“Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me!” he sings in his deep voice.

“You're my wonderwall!” you yell.

Cas and Charlie are going to be your bridesmaids while Jack and Dean are going to be Sam’s groomsmen. Your bridesmaids helped you pick out your dress and you got to pick out their outfits. You wanted a red-themed wedding with roses because roses have always been your thing. You and Sam rented the honeymoon suite for the week while the rest of the gang is only staying the night.

You decided to keep the wedding small not a lot of people just your closest friends.

“Like a river flows surely to the sea!” Charlie screams.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” you yell over the loud music. “I want this to be the song to be our wedding song! But the Tyler Joseph version!”

“Yes, that would be adorable!” Charlie gushes. “Now I want to listen to them.”

You guys spend the next hour and a half screaming along to the lyrics of Twenty One Pilots and rapping to the best of your ability.

“We are here. Look at the view,” Cas says. It is a beautiful beach with bright blue water and golden sand, the people are starting to thin out leaving the beach practically empty.

You all pull up to a nice hotel and all pile out to rush the hotel to check-in. It is only 6 o’clock so after you all drop off your stuff in your rooms and head out to get dinner and explore.

“Sammy my feet and back hurt,” you wine giving him puppy dog eyes.

He leans over and places a kiss on your forehead. “We are almost there, love. It’s right there.”

Dean found a pub that is walking distance to the hotel that you are all going to eat at. Once again you eat way too much for dinner and Dean drinks a lot and you guys are out of there by 8.

“I can’t walk around anymore, you guys go out and explore I’ll go back to the hotel,” you tell them turning to go.

Sam grabs on to your arm and says, “I’ll go with.”

You two head up to your room and finally get a look around. On the wall opposite the door is a big king-sized bed. In a crevice in the are a heart-shaped hot tub and a spacious bathroom with a large double shower. Across from the bed is a huge flat screen tv.

“So… what do you want to do?” you ask looking up at him.

He leans over and starts kissing you. His tongue runs over your bottom lip asking for permission to enter, which you oblige to happily. He starts backing the two of you back towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the edge.

“Lay down,” Sam growls.

You turn around and crawl towards the headboard before turning back and settling down. When you look back at Sam he is in nothing but his boxers so you start to strip down to your underwear. He kisses a trail up your legs, your chest, and finally stopping at your mouth.

You sigh into his mouth before pulling away and laying a hand on his chest. “I am so tired after that car ride that I just need to relax, I’m sorry.”

“No, you are totally fine.”

You both settle in under the covers and put on a Marvel movie, Winter Soldier to be exact. About halfway through the movie, you doze off and Sam soon follows suit. But only a few minutes later you are yanked awake when Charlie, Dean, Cas, and Jack barge into the room.

“Woah, woah, woah, there is no sleeping together now! You guys have to get ready!” Dean says coming over. “Wait a minute please tell me you guys didn’t… you know, do it.”

“No, I promise,” You yawn and rub your eyes, “I know that is bad luck. What time is it anyway?”

“Almost 9 and we need to get you ready. Dean, Jack, Sam you go to the other room and get ready. Set up the beach we meet you down there, okay?” Charlie says looking at each of them. “Now go!”

When they are finally gone she grabs your dress out of the closet along with her’s and Cas’ suit. “You are going to look positively gorgeous in this.”

“Oh stop it, you’re too kind,” Cas jokes.

You all giggle and start to get ready. Charlie helps you get into the dress and do your makeup. When you are all done you look into the full-length mirror in the closet. Long whitish-pinkish lace hugs your frame and pools at your feet creating a train behind you. A sweetheart shaped neckline accentuates your breasts and makes them look full. The off the shoulder, full, sheer straps pull the dress together nicely. You decided to go natural for makeup, with nothing but sparkly lipgloss and mascara. Cas actually did your hair in large ringlets cascading down your shoulders and back with a crown of roses atop your head.

Next Charlie slips into her dress. It has the same sweetheart neckline and is a candy apple red fit and flare dress, with tank top straps. You french braid a couple of pieces of her hair and pull them back before weaving baby’s breath into it. She slips into plain black flats before looking into the mirror.

“Oh my god! I didn’t even realize this dress had pockets!” Charlie yells in excitement. “You did a great job making me look pretty. Thank you.” She turns and hugs you, making sure she doesn’t squish your baby belly.

“Cas you have to get ready as well,” you say turning to him. “You are not allowed to wear that dirt trench coat to my wedding.”

“It’s fine.” He snaps his fingers and the suit you picked out for him magically appears on him, and his old clothes are neatly folded on the bed.

“Show off,” you say and Charlie rolls her eyes.

Cas is wearing a black suit with a white button-down, a red vest underneath, and a red and black striped tie.

“Looks like you forgot something smart ass,” you scold him and reach into his suit bag to grab the red pocket square before folding it and tucking it in.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” Cas admires stooping down to place a kiss on top of your head.

You whisper a quiet thank you to him as you feel your face heat up. “Wait where are my shoes?”

“Shit did Dean forget to grab them?” Charlie rips through everything trying to find them before you lay a hand on her arm.

You lightly say to her, “It’s okay. It will be kind of fun to go barefoot, I can dig my toes in the sand. Besides, the shoes will hurt my feet anyways.”

Cas helps you walk to the car because your feet still hurt, and you notice Dean left Baby for your guys to arrive in style.

Cas drives agonizingly slow to the beach but lucky for you the view is amazing. It is a clear night and the sky looks amazing, the stars and moon lighting up the night.

A gasp escapes you when you see what the boys set up for you. There is a long and wide trail of roses and rose petals leading from the foot of the stairs to the arch, which is decorated with vines of roses. Along the path are lit candles. On each side of the path, there are five chairs arranged neatly, each of them filled with other hunters dressed up in their finest clothes. Among the crowd are Claire, Alex, and the witch twins. Underneath the arch, Jody stands in the middle with Sam to your right and behind him are Dean and Jack- in that order.

Cas gets out of the car and offers you his arm. “My lady,” he says with a smirk and wink.

You grab his arm and he helps you out of the car and starts walking you down the stairs. Charlie grabs the train behind you to keep it from dragging and you all walk down together.

When you all get to the end Charlie walks off to stand in her spot and Cas brushes a kiss against your cheek. “Be good to her, or else,” Cas warns Sam.

“Ready?” Sam asks grabbing your hands.

“Ready is most definitely my middle name.”

Fireworks go off a little way down the beach as well as your heart.

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aqlemonade · 6 years ago

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You Look Handsome In Your Christmas Sweater - Biadore

AN: *Screams for 45 minutes* And now, Wonderwall.

Summary: Roy and Danny have some surprises up their sleeves for each other this Christmas.

Straddling Roy, Danny handed him a shot. “Cheers!” They clinked their glasses together before quickly downing the liquid. Roy hissed at the burn, placing his glass on the table next to them. With newly free hands he gripped Danny’s ass. The younger settling easily in Roy’s palms.

“We survived another Christmas,” Danny mused. The furry hat he wore all night still placed on his head, long raven hair spilling out from under it. Roy reached up to run his fingers through the ends.

“Tell that to my kitchen,” he alluded to the disaster left behind from the gathering.

“Yeah, someone threw the mashed potato brick on the floor to see if it would break.” Roy groaned thinking of having to clean it up. “But don’t worry about that right now!” Danny pulled Roy’s attention back to him. “You look handsome in your Christmas sweater,” Danny flirted with his bottom lip between his teeth and a smile on his his face.

Roy scoffed. “I look like an idiot.”

“I think it’s hot.” Danny leaned in to press his lips against Roy’s. Softly at first. Their kisses were slow and gentle. Danny gripped the back of Roy’s neck, quiet moans being let out into his mouth. Heavier, and more intense the kissing grew. Roy yanked the hat off of Danny’s head so he could fan his fingers out in his hair, careful not to pull on the wig too harshly.

Danny’s hand slipped under Roy’s sweater as he began to grind down on his lap. Gentle fingertips traced the skin. He inched his shirt up every so often, needing to touch Roy, but not possessing the strength to pull away from him to take it off.

“That reminds me,” Roy broke the kiss. Danny whimpered at the loss. “I have one last gift for you,” Roy announced, maneuvering Danny off of his lap to go get it. When he returned he held something behind his back. Danny perked up, excited to see what Roy had gotten him. Golden wrapping paper covered the present. A pretty pink bow tied around it. “Merry Christmas, angel,” Roy handed off the gift.

It had some weight to it. Danny eagerly began ripping the wrapping paper to shreds. A confused look flashed across his face. Danny examined the item. “It’s my laptop?” He asked. Roy smugly chuckled. He knew Danny wouldn’t understand the gift until he explained it.

“It is your laptop. The gift is what’s inside it.” Danny immediately opened the computer, expecting a card or money to fall out. When nothing happened he turned to Roy again, the same adorable, confused expression on his face. “You know all those videos we’ve been making?” Danny nodded his head, remembering how Roy had asked for permission to record a few of their hookups. The one after he teased him relentlessly at his meeting, the time during the ABCD tour when Courtney and Darienne had been eavesdropping; he would never forget Roy breaking into his house to suck his dick—due to video evidence and the fright of thinking you’re five seconds away from being murdered.

“Well, they were for this,” Roy tapped the laptop. “I put every video we ever made in a file on your computer...And a few I made for you myself.” Danny was a bit shocked. Roy was always more reserved than him when it came to his sexuality. Don’t get it wrong, Roy was a great fuck. He knew what he was doing, and knew Danny’s body even better. He had moves that made Danny believe in God. He just wasn’t the type of person to show it off. Asking Danny if he could film them together had the younger knocked off his feet, this completely blew him away.

There was a short pause that made Roy feel like the gift was a bust before Danny threw his arms around him. “I love it!” He said, pecking Roy’s cheek. “I can’t wait to watch these, especially the ones you made on your own,” Danny’s voice was low, a sultry bite in the tone of it as he played with the collar of Roy’s sweater.

Roy’s mouth went dry. To this day he could still be surprised by how attractive Danny found him. He never felt so wanted by someone in his life.

Roy cleared his throat, “There’s a few,” he attempted to keep a confident and composed semblance. “I used that pink dildo you love so much,” Roy reached down to squeeze Danny’s ass, the whirlwind of his words and the unexpectedness of it making Danny moan out loud. “And I know how hot you think Bianca is, so she might make an appearance.”

A wide grin spread across Danny’s face, the result of shock and a pleased lover. Roy hated doing anything sexual in drag. It was only once or twice that Danny got to be with Bianca like that. The fact that Roy sat down in full drag, without the comfort of Danny’s presence, to record himself getting off for this gift because he knew about Danny’s crush on Bianca made the affection Danny had for him burst in his chest.

Danny crashed his lips against Roy’s, backing him up in their lip-lock until he hit into the couch. Danny pushed him down, moving to straddle him again like before. He leaned in, catching Roy’s lips in kiss after kiss. Danny didn’t give him the satisfaction of making out yet. The way Roy chased his lips every time he pulled away let Danny know the anticipation he was building up would be explosive.

“Why don’t we make another video right now?” Danny whispered against Roy’s lips, his pupils growing darker. Roy nodded his head frantically, looking up at his lover like a needy puppy. With a smirk on his face, Danny reached for his laptop. Keeping his position on Roy’s lap. It was a bit awkward waiting for the computer to start up, then waiting for the webcam to turn on. Danny leaned over to position it on top of a few pillows next to them. “That should be good. Thank God you’re rich, or else this couch wouldn’t be big enough for us to do this on.” Roy laughed, genuinely laughed. He thought Danny was one of the funniest people he knew.

Not in the mood to waste any more time, Roy pulled Danny’s shirt over his head. He loved the way Danny’s body looked when he hadn’t shaved for a while. Roy pressed his lips to pale skin, hands roaming Danny’s back. The man on top moaned when Roy’s tongue licked up his abs, his fingers raking through Roy’s hair. He started kissing Danny’s chest, lavishing him with gentle attention.

Roy kissed around Danny’s nipples. Using the tip of his tongue Roy traced the hardened nubs as Danny whimpered above him. Roy was so dominating that it was easy for Danny to lose focus of what he wanted to do and melt into the older man. With a clear destination in mind, Danny tilted Roy’s chin up, connecting their lips once again. Danny kissed him slowly and thoroughly, passionately enough to make Roy’s knees weak. Slipping in tongue only made it better. Danny loved the taste of Roy, and Roy loved the sounds Danny made.

His hands found their way to Danny’s ass again, squeezing his cheeks as they made out. Danny giggled against Roy’s lips, moving down to kiss across his jaw. “I think the earrings are hot, too,” Danny breathed into Roy’s ear causing goosebumps to flare up on his skin.

“I know. That’s why I started wearing them again.” Roy put so much effort into Danny that Danny never really noticed. In the same way Danny would post nudes knowing Roy would see them, Roy would do things like this.

Feeling a sudden need for skin on skin, Danny hooked his fingers under the hem of Roy’s sweater. It was a shame to see it go. Danny thought Roy looked delicious in it. He tossed the garment to the floor. Leaning in, the first thing Danny did was hug Roy. Nuzzling his face into his lover’s tan chest, he clasped his arms around him. Danny really did just want to feel Roy’s skin against his. It was electric, but calming all at once. Roy chuckled. He ran a hand up and down Danny’s back as he kissed his head.

Their hug turned into Danny sucking hickeys into Roy’s chest. “Fuck, Dan,” Roy gritted out, holding a fistful of Danny’s hair. Danny smiled against his skin. The reactions he earned from Roy were the best prize he could receive. As Danny continued a path down Roy’s stomach, Roy raised his hips in search of Danny’s. His dick was growing harder, his pants getting more confining. When he reached Roy’s navel Danny nipped the skin above it, his hands settling on the waistband of Roy’s pants.

“Let’s get you out of these,” Danny said as he started working on the buttons and zipper. Roy was quite surprised. Danny was usually more of a tease than this. If he could get Roy to beg, he would. Instead, Roy was lifting his butt off the couch to help Danny pull the underwear off of him.

Sprawled out naked in front of him, Danny admired all of Roy. His eyes were blown out by lust, his mouth watering as he licked his lips. He splayed his hands over Roy’s pecks, making a gasp tumble from Roy’s lips. The attraction Danny felt towards Roy was primal. He wanted to jump his bones every time they were together. Danny would never understand how Roy didn’t see how gorgeous he was.

The silent admiration of his lover came to a quick end when Roy started palming Danny through the thin fabric of his leggings. Danny groaned, his eyes rolling back as he started grinding into Roy’s touch. Danny felt amazing in Roy’s hand, making him even more desperate to finally have him. Roy pulled Danny back in for a sloppy kiss. He sucked on his bottom lip, biting at the delicate flesh. Danny couldn’t take any more waiting. He was aching for Roy.

The younger quickly shimmied out of his pants, leaving his thong on for Roy’s enjoyment. Roy’s hands traveled up Danny’s soft thighs, coming to rest on his round ass. Danny never had to guess what Roy’s favorite part of his body was as his hands always found their way back to it. A harsh slap to his asscheek made him choke. Danny leaned down to kiss Roy’s neck as he groped him. Danny placed tender kisses to the sensitive flesh, letting his tongue roll over the skin. Hearing Roy grunt under his breath was music to Danny’s ears. He scraped his teeth over Roy’s neck, careful not to leave a mark on Roy’s body that wasn’t easily covered by clothing.

As Danny kissed him Roy began palming him again. It was hard for Roy to be the receiver, to let Danny pamper him like that while he did nothing. He always wanted to give; Usually more than he received. At least with Danny that was.

“Mine,” Danny huffed out against Roy’s skin. He licked a hot stripe up Roy’s neck that made him squirm. “Mine,” he said again, nibbling Roy’s earlobe. Looking into his eyes, Danny repeated, “Mine?” This time as a question. Roy cupped Danny’s cheek. By the look on his face Roy knew Danny was actually asking. He nodded his head, keeping eye contact.

“Yours.”

Danny couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips. His relationship with Roy would always be confusing, but at the end of the day they both knew they’d pick each other over anyone else.

Hopping off of Roy’s lap, Danny moved to lie down on his back. He asked Roy to take his thong off, then get into 69. Roy’s ass hovered over Danny’s face, Danny’s beautifully hardened cock begged for Roy’s attention. Danny wrapped his arms around Roy’s thighs, one hand resting on each cheek.

Roy didn’t have the patience to wait. He took Danny into his mouth, deepthroating his dick until he gagged on it. Danny moaned loudly, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered shut. Roy was amazing. So thorough and attentive it made Danny’s thighs shake. Danny groaned, he couldn’t let the stars Roy made him see distract him from doing the same for him.

He spread Roy’s cheeks open, diving into him. Danny kissed Roy’s hole, moaning against him as Roy sucked him off. Danny used suction. Each kiss firmer, and more suckling than before.

Roy started playing with Danny’s balls. His fingertips lightly tracing the hypersensitive area while his mouth never let up. Danny’s body jerked at the sensation. His moaning against Roy’s asshole sent vibrations of ecstasy through Roy’s body that caused him to moan around Danny’s dick.

Short, soft licks graced Roy’s hole. The man popped Danny out of his mouth to catch his breath. “You’re fucking amazing,” Roy growled, his body contorting with the pleasure it felt. Danny had an abnormally long, and large tongue. With the talent to back it up. It was a gift from God if you asked Roy. Danny flattened the entirely of it over Roy’s asshole, using more pressure than before to press against him. His licking purposely became sloppier the more Roy whimpered at it. Acting on pure instinct, Roy pushed his ass against Danny’s face. His enthusiasm encouraging a new ferocity in Danny.

Roy tried to focus his attention towards Danny despite the fact he could barely keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull. Danny biting into his asscheek made him yelp. “Fuck,” Roy mumbled. Focus, he thought. He dribbled a string of spit onto Danny’s cockhead, watching it slide down his shaft. The younger twitched under Roy at the sensation. Roy started stroking Danny’s cock, feeling the effect it had on his lover as he let out noises of approval against him.

“Roy,” Danny moaned his name as Roy jerked him off. His body twisted towards Roy, wanting more of what he had to offer. Roy took Danny’s dick back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He decided to indulge Danny’s desires. The youngers back arched off of the couch. His toes started to curl. Unable to do anything with his mouth but grunt and whimper, Danny moved away from Roy. Though Danny had stopped, Roy didn’t. The younger’s chest heaved as his body squirmed.

Danny’s hand tangled in his own hair, his eyes screwing shut. He swallowed, trying to compose himself enough to give Roy everything he deserved. Danny reached down, blindly searching for the lube bottle they kept under the couch. With his free hand, Danny started massaging Roy’s hole. A loud moan broke from Roy’s lips. A smirk appearing on Danny’s face upon hearing it. He finally felt the plastic bottle, grabbing it to bring up to his level. He squirted a bit directly onto Roy’s asshole, tenderly spreading it around. He coated his fingers, tossing the now empty bottle onto the coffee table.

Danny used a single finger to give attention to Roy’s entrance. “You ready?” Danny asked. A hum around his cock that sent shivers through his thighs coming as the only answer. Danny lightly swatted Roy’s ass. “Give me a real answer, you gorgeous fuck,” he teased.

Roy chuckled around him, and God did that feel like a piece of heaven. “Yes,” Roy said, barely missing a beat as he devoured Danny again. His tongue running up and down Danny’s shaft had the power to distract Danny from anything, but he wouldn’t let it. Gently, he began prodding at Roy’s hole. The tip of his finger slipped in. Thanks to a generous amount of lube, and a perfectly relaxed body he had no trouble gliding the rest of the way in.

He started opening Roy up. In addition to his tongue, Danny’s fingers were oddly long as well. Fingering was one thing Roy dreaded until he met Danny. That man had a magic touch Roy couldn’t control himself when he felt. “You sound beautiful,” Danny praised the noises his lover made. Goosebumps running up Roy’s arms.

Roy cupped Danny’s balls again, consistently toying with them this time. Danny retaliated with kissing Roy’s hole as he fingered him. It was like they were in a competition to see who could give the other the most pleasure. Both men were a mess of sweat, heaving chests, and glorious moaning. Danny sucked on Roy’s inner thigh as he pressed another finger inside of him, Roy groaning loudly at the addition.

Danny began scissoring his fingers, the only thing that has been able to throw Roy off. His head fell against one of Danny’s legs. He tried pumping him, but lost rhythm thanks to Danny’s mouth and fingers. Feeling Roy’s precum drip on his torso, Danny knew now was the best time to stop. He carefully freed his fingers from Roy’s asshole. “Get off of me,” he pushed Roy down playfully. Crawling to him, Danny hovered over Roy. The long hair he had on fell pass his shoulders, tickling Roy’s chest. “How do you feel?”

He heard the smugness in Danny’s voice. Roy chuckled, “Shut up.” He yanked Danny down into a kiss.

Danny couldn’t stop smiling. He loved being with Roy. It was safe, and familiar, and warm, and beautiful. “Wanna take this to the bedroom?” He asked. Roy nodded his head. “Grab the laptop.”

They walked hand in hand. “Go lie down,” Danny instructed. Roy set up the laptop on the nightstand before lying on his stomach. Danny started searching through their sex drawer. He pulled out more lube, and three different sized butt plugs. Roy bottomed for him often enough that Danny didn’t have to treat him like a virgin, but not enough that he was comfortable shoving his dick inside of him after a bit of fingering. Besides, Danny could use a breather. If they tried it right now he was sure he would cum in five minutes.

“Which one?” Danny brought the toys over to Roy, letting him pick the size he wanted.

“That’ll do,” he pointed to the medium size plug. Danny wasn’t overly big, and Roy still liked the feeling of Danny’s dick stretching him out a bit. The other two plugs were thrown back in the drawer. Danny climbed onto the bed. He coated the toy in lube, squirting more onto Roy as well.

“You’re ready?”

“I am.”

Looking at him now, Danny could see he was stretched a bit from being fingered. The smaller part of the plug fit in without a problem. The wider it got, the tenser Roy became. “Relax, Willow. You’re okay. That’s making it worse,” he said soothingly. Danny caressed Roy’s lower back, not continuing with the plug until Roy was comfortable.

He slowly started pushing it in again, Roy moaning as it delved deeper inside of him. “Fuck!” Roy’s voice mixed in with the pop of the toy when it was fully in. It was an odd feeling. Being filled up and stretched out satisfied him, but the stagnancy of the toy lacked the stimulation he needed to get off.

“How does it feel? Are you comfortable?” Danny checked in with Roy.

“It definitely feels better than when we first used it.”

“I would hope.” Danny bent down to kiss Roy’s ass.

Wanting the toy to stretch Roy out as much as possible before penetration, Danny decided this was a good time to give Roy the gift he was hiding.

“I know it’s not as cool as what you gave me,” Danny started as he dug to the back of Roy’s closet. He managed to hide it there this morning. With all the gifts he brought, Roy hadn’t noticed one didn’t make it under the Christmas tree. “But I hope you like it.” Danny pulled out a gift basket. Bringing it over to the bed, he let Roy unwrap his present: A collection of his favorite massage oils, flavored lubes, scented candles, lingerie that Danny would wear for him some other time, fuzzy pink handcuffs that they always talked about using, and a dick lollipop because Danny couldn’t help himself.

An amused smile flashed on Roy’s lips. “This is actually pretty cool, Dan,” Roy reassured him. “I love it. Thank you,” Roy pushed himself up to peck Danny’s lips.

“Choose one,” Danny pushed forward all of the massage oils. Roy scanned them over for a while before picking one that smelled like honey. Quickly, Danny discarded everything else. He shoved the items back in the basket, save for the oil and a cinnamon vanilla candle. Danny would never forget the scent. It was the same one Roy had burning the first time they had sex. The smell of it always turned them on. Danny used it more than a few times to seduce Roy. He lit the wicks before climbing back into bed.

With oil slicking his hands, Danny started the massage at Roy’s shoulders. He worked through tension in the muscles, pressing down with a bit of pressure. A deep moan sounded from Roy’s lips. The feeling of the plug filling him up along with Danny’s hands rubbing his body down was blissful. Danny smiled at the pleasure Roy got from it. His chest warm and fuzzy at the accomplishment.

His hands smoothed down Roy’s back, making sure to caress his sides as well. Focusing his attention on Roy’s ass, Danny poured extra oil on him. He kneaded it into Roy’s cheeks, squeezing and groping him for himself. Danny spread Roy open, the man gasping beneath him. The plug looked so pretty inside of him, Danny thought. He pressed on the end of it just to play, the force making Roy moan.

Danny continued with his massage. He made sure to be thorough when rubbing under Roy’s butt, working his way to his thighs and calfs. He then massaged Roy’s feet, spending a generous amount of time on them attempting to work out the stress and tiredness they held.

“I need you to flip over,” Danny instructed. He poured more oil onto his hands as Roy moved. Danny smirked at him. “Are you enjoying this?” He asked, hands splaying over Roy’s chest. Roy choked. Biting into his lip, Roy nodded his head. A snicker came from the younger man. With a devious idea in mind, he directed his attention to Roy’s nipples. A soft touch brushed them as Danny ran his thumbs over the hardened nubs. He pinched them next, tugging them slightly.

Roy groaned. “Shit, Dan.” His chest jutted into Danny’s touch when he started rolling his nipples between his fingers. Danny leaned down to kiss Roy’s neck as he toyed with him. Roy’s hand flew to Danny’s hair, his other hand of course landing on Danny’s ass. Danny ground down against him, Roy bucking up wildly to meet him. “Don’t stop,” Roy whined breathlessly when suddenly all contact ceased.

“But don’t you want me to finish your massage?” Danny acted as if he didn’t know the answer to that.

Roy pulled him back down into a kiss, his fingers raking through Danny’s hair. He wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist, pressing his body closer to his. Roy squirmed around beneath him, moaning against his lips. He wanted Danny badly. The hunger he felt for him becoming unreasonable. Danny sucked on Roy’s bottom lip before breaking away. He kissed from Roy’s chest to his belly button, suckling kisses around the area.

Sitting up, Danny grabbed the lube. He stroked the liquid into Roy’s cock then his own. Roy gasped when Danny pressed their dicks together. Wrapping his hand around the both of them, Danny began jerking himself and Roy off at the same time. Roy groaned. His head falling back while he pawed at Danny. Having the plug inside of him heightened his sensitivity. Danny was driving him crazy, and he damn well knew it.

Roy bucked up into Danny’s fist, forcing his dick to rub against the youngers. Taking the hint, Danny caught on to Roy’s rhythm. Their cocks glided against each other as Danny continued to stroke them. “Oh my God,” Danny huffed out between breaths, grinding down harder onto Roy’s crotch. Roy’s hands moved to Danny’s ass, guiding him to keep doing what he was doing. In an attempt to get Roy riled up, Danny got himself going as well. He caught Roy’s lips in a searing kiss. Roy’s lungs burned with the intensity of it.

“Danny,” Roy’s voice was pleading, but Danny didn’t hear what Roy was begging for as he reconnected their lips. Roy was melting beneath him. He needed Danny now before he was nothing but a puddle at his feet. “Fuck me,” the older man whined into Danny’s mouth.

With a final smack of their lips, Danny peeled himself away from Roy. “I thought you’d never ask,” the younger teased. Danny held Roy’s legs together at the knees, helping his lover hold them up as it gave him better access to the plug. Danny slowly started pulling the toy out of Roy, careful not to hurt or shock him by moving too fast. Roy grunted as the larger part slipped out. The rest of the toy barely phasing him.

Danny admired how the plug stretched his lover. He looked beautiful, Danny’s heart skipping a beat at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to taste him. With his hands still holding Roy’s legs up by the thighs this time, Danny lapped at Roy’s asshole. It was a shock to Roy’s senses as he was preparing himself for something completely different, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Danny bit into Roy’s asscheek out of appreciative for how amazing he tasted, and how stunning he looked.

“You ready?” Danny asked, his hand running over the teeth marks left in Roy’s skin.

Roy nodded his head, slightly out of breath already. “I’m ready.” Danny smiled, pecking Roy on the lips before positioning himself next to him. Danny guided Roy to lay on his side. With a new coating of lube on each of them Danny lined himself up with Roy’s entrance. He smacked his dick against Roy’s hole just to make him whine before pushing inside of him. Danny slipped in easily thanks to the stretching done beforehand.

“You’re comfortable?” Danny wanted to know before moving.

“Yes, Danny.” He could tell Roy was getting frustrated, but that’s exactly how he liked him. Danny started thrusting slowly, allowing Roy to adjust to the feeling. Finally, Roy thought as his head fell back against Danny’s shoulder. His eyes were closed, reveling in the languid pace. Small, breathy noises left his lips as Danny swiveled his hips. Roy’s mouth dropped open. He reached back for Danny, grabbing at his body blindly. His nails scraped across pale skin, Danny hissed as one claw mark on his thigh broke skin.

“You’re a little slut aren’t you?” Danny’s breath tickled Roy’s ear before he kissed behind it. He smirked against the skin as his lips trailed down his neck, stopping at Roy’s pulse point to lavish it with attention. A loud moan broke from the bottom of Roy’s lungs when Danny paired a deep, hard thrust with his tongue rolling over the sensitive nerves of his neck.

“Kiss me,” Roy requested as Danny started fucking into him faster and deeper than before. Roy turned his head, allowing Danny to meet his lips for a kiss. Tongues were immediately plunged inside of each other’s mouths along with a string of moaning. Danny’s fingers pressed into Roy’s belly roughly as he held his bouncing body in place. His other hand caressed Roy’s side, deciding to stop at his nipple to play with it. Roy squeaked when Danny tugged at the nub. Danny nibbled on his love’s bottom lip while teasing the sensitive peak of his chest.

Roy groaned, he reached around to wrap his arm around Danny’s neck; Taking a fistful of Danny’s hair to hold on to. Sweat dripped down Danny’s forehead. He was completely focused on his thrusting, and giving Roy the most pleasure possible. Fucking Roy was an honor the way Danny saw it. He always wanted to make sure he made Roy feel like the blessing he was. When Roy broke their kiss Danny redirected his lips to Roy’s back, peppering kisses all over the heated skin. He nuzzled his nose against him. His lover smelled amazing. The honey scent from the massage oil radiated off of Roy’s body, mixing in with the cinnamon vanilla candle. It was making Danny’s head fuzzy. All of his sense were lit up and driving him mad.

“Fuck,” Danny gritted, pulling out of Roy without warning. Roy was caught off guard by the sudden stop.

“What’re you doing?” Roy complained. He was getting fucked so well, he couldn’t believe Danny had the nerve to stop.

Danny crashed his lips against Roy’s. He ignored the man’s complaints, knowing he wouldn’t be hearing them in a few moments. He crawled over Roy, making him lay flat on his back. Danny squirted more lube on his cock before pushing back inside of the gorgeous man beneath him. Hooking the back of Roy’s knees with his arms, he brought the man’s legs right above his head. Roy choked, his eyes half rolling back. The new position allowed Danny to hit as deeply as possible.

He started thrusting into Roy. Hard and deep, paced out enough not to overwhelm him. Danny rekindled their kiss. He directed every ounce of passion in his body into it. Roy whimpered. His hands resting on Danny’s neck and in his hair. The pace gradually quickened, Danny’s hips made music slamming against Roy’s. His nails gently scraped down Danny’s arms, stopping to grip them as things between them grew more intense.

Danny knew when he hit Roy’s prostate. Just like his laugh, when he genuinely felt it his voice heightened in pitch; Danny’s favorite sound. Roy had always been embarrassed by it, especially in bed. “God, I love when you moan like that,” Danny growled against his lips. Danny kissed his way across Roy’s jaw to his neck. Roy’s nails dug into Danny’s arms, his back arching slightly off of the bed. Danny cared for the skin; Showering it in soothing licks and kisses.

Roy panted. His hands didn’t know what to do with themselves as they frantically roamed and groped Danny’s body. The symphony of sensations he was feeling created a whirlwind inside of him, his body trembling. Roy slapped Danny’s ass, hard. He squeezed the stinging cheek, jiggling it. Danny cried out, surprised by the sharp hit. “Spank me again, Daddy,” Danny whined, ending the sentence with a hard thrust. Roy groaned. Danny always had to one up him in bed, and Roy fucking loved it. He crashed both hands against Danny’s asscheeks this time, squeezing them again to heighten the sting of it. Danny yelped. If there was one thing that could drive Danny out of his mind it was Roy spanking him. It never felt as right, or as satisfying with anyone else. Roy knew how to make it feel like the sexiest and safest thing in the world.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Danny mumbled, moving to press his lips against Roy’s again. Roy’s fingers slipped between Danny’s cheeks, gently massaging his pulsing hole. Danny moaned loudly, the sound muffled by their kiss. He thrusted quicker, rougher. All about that one upping thing he always had to do. Fuck stars, Danny wanted Roy to see the whole galaxy. Using the tips of his toes, Danny propped himself up for leverage. He rolled Roy slightly, the older man’s hips off of the bed while he leaned on his back. Danny started slamming down into him. Each thrust was met with a wild yelp. That beautiful, high pitched sound never ending.

All Danny wanted to do was make Roy feel amazing. The way the man squirmed beneath him, the rabid pawing at his body, and of course the sounds tumbling from his lips gave Danny the confidence that he was doing just that. Roy had never been fucked so intensely before. His eyes watered as he lost control of himself. He let himself be; be as loud as he could be, as desperate as he felt, and as vulnerable as he ever had been. If it wasn’t with Danny he knew he wouldn’t let himself go like this.

“I love you,” Roy groaned. It wasn’t uncommon for those emotions to slip when they were together like this. Their feelings weren’t a secret, but they weren’t something they acknowledged much. It was an unspoken fact that Roy and Danny were in love with each other. Until they were ready to settle down together, it was easier not to talk about it.

“I love you, too,” unless they were in bed, of course. Roy pulled Danny down for a kiss. He sucked on Danny’s bottom lip, biting into the plumpness. Danny slammed down on Roy harder than before.

“Oh my god.” The man’s arms fell to either side of himself, limp. Danny continued to hammer away at him. His dark eyes growing glassy, his thighs trembling in Danny’s arms.

“You okay?” Danny slowed down a bit.

“I’m fucking close, Dan,” Roy whined. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.” A new hunger for Roy grew in the pit of Danny’s stomach.

“How close are you?”

“I’m gonna cum,” Roy buried his face in Danny’s shoulder, biting him to contain himself.

Danny had a brilliant plan in mind. One he knew Roy would appreciate. “Hold on honey,” Danny kissed his temple before letting Roy’s legs go. He broke the position, sitting on his knees as he pulled out of Roy. Roy’s eyes snapped open. He grunted, thrashing around like a child having a temper tantrum. “And you call me a brat,” Danny teased.

“C’mon! I was gonna cum; I’m soaked!” Roy’s chest was glossy with drops of his own precum, dripping down his body as he sat up. Danny rolled his eyes. If only Roy knew what was in store for him. He got off of the bed, standing at the edge of it. He grabbed Roy’s legs and pulled the man towards him.

“Lube,” Danny said. Roy quickly grabbed for it to hand to his lover. He slathered a new coat on. Better safe than sorry.

Danny pushed back inside of Roy, starting the pace right where he left off. Roy’s head fell back, his legs were hovering in the air as he grabbed onto Danny’s sides. “Fuck me,” Roy breathed on the brink of his orgasm. Danny dipped down to suck Roy’s hard, leaking cock as he continued to fuck into him. The man’s mouth dropped wide open. He lifted his head, needing to see how beautiful Danny looked between his thighs. Roy’s cheeks turned a bright red. The only sound he was capable of was heavy panting, and a strangled noise that sounded something like Danny’s name.

Roy came inside of Danny’s mouth without warning. His whole body racked with tremors. Roy’s asshole pulsed around Danny’s cock as Danny swallowed every bit of appreciation Roy gave him. “You’re perfect,” Danny growled as he kissed at Roy’s pelvis. He kissed up his abs, to his chest, then his lips. Danny pecked him sweetly. “I love you,” he nuzzled their noses together.

Roy chuckled. “That stuff ends when we cum, remember?” He teased his lover.

“I didn’t cum yet,” Danny pressed his lips to Roy’s again.

“I love you too, then,” Roy smiled. He kissed Danny deeply. “Go ahead.” He said after a few minutes of just kissing him. Danny had climbed back onto the bed. Still inside of, and on top of Roy.

“You sure you can handle that?” Danny questioned, making sure Roy didn’t push himself too much.

“I can,” he reassured. Danny started moving slowly inside of Roy. His body had already started twitching. They reconnected their lips, Roy fanned his fingers out in Danny’s long hair. “Cum inside of me,” Roy whispered in Danny’s ear, licking the shell of it. Danny’s eyes rolled back. A guttural moan sounded from the pit of Danny’s stomach as he came. He panted against Roy’s chest, his legs shaking violently. Roy rubbed Danny’s back through it. “You’re beautiful.”

Danny laid on top of Roy; growing soft inside of him, and wrapped up in his arms. Roy hated the feeling of Danny pulling out. It was a loss he was never ready to feel. “Don’t,” he stopped Danny from moving. “Just lay.” Danny nuzzled his face into the crook of Roy’s neck. They had long forgotten about the webcam capturing all of this.

“Merry Christmas, Roy,” he mumbled tiredly.

Roy’s fingers traced up and down Danny’s spine. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

#biadore #my writing #smut #fluff

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sawyerleviathan · 6 years ago

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SAWYER LEVIATHAN [ ROSS LYNCH ] is a SENIOR at Broadripple Academy. He is 18 years old, from BROOKLYN NY and has been at Broadripple Academy for 3 YEARS.

It’s Suds comin’ at you with a new bitch in this rodeo.

Sawyer isn’t a legacy or anything. His parents just shipped him and his sister off to boarding school because they’re always busy.

He’s from Brooklyn and his parents are both involved in the music/ arts scene in the city. Him and his sister got forced into that life of taking music lessons with strict and busty German teachers as kids, but they didn’t mind it too much because they actually enjoyed it.

Sawyer grew up learning violin because his dad is a big strings guy, but he eventually begged for piano lessons. When he got to middle school he started learning guitar because he started hanging out with kids who liked to sneak into indie rock shows in Williamsburg, but his parents were like “jack of all trades, master of none”. He wanted to prove them wrong because he’s a stubborn fuck, but he realized they kinda had a point when his shit started slippin so he went back to focusing on violin w/ piano as a side thing and guitar more like an “im gunna bust this out and play Wonderwall when i wanna impress people”

His younger sister has been the favorite of their family because she’s a lot more behaved than he is. Sawyer and his sister have mostly been cool with that though because that means she can get all the attention and Sawyer can get away with more shit because his parents aren’t putting all their eggs in his basket. Him and his sister have always been hella close.

His sister got diagnosed with cancer, which was really hard on him and his whole family. Because the future for her was uncertain, Sawyer’s parents started looking at him to fill her role as the “perfect child” which he 100% was not considering he was sneaking into the house at like 3am every time he was home.

Eventually he was like “aight guess i gotta put on my big boy pants” because his sister like like “Sawyer i s2g if i die and they’re left with your bum ass then it’s going to make me feel worse” so he’s been trying to be on his best behavior for her sake

Sawyer just loves to have a good time and flirt and just live his life

Got his ass kicked by Izzy last winter after a party. No one really knows what happened, and he kinda wants to keep it that way. Sawyer was pretty vocal about Izzy not getting expelled though which is kinda suspicious to people, but he usually just tries to avoid the subject.

During Izzy murkin’ him in Lorehill, his hands were broken which was... not good for a kid who really only playing music going for him.

Spent the summer in physical therapy and has been trying really hard to get the strength back in his hands the way that they used to be, but it’s really frustrating. He used to love jazz band and orchestra, but now he had to quit jazz because playing piano is pretty painful for him & he’s still in orchestra, but he’s not nearly as good as he used to be

Random Facts:

Kinda a sloot. He’ll flirt with your girlfriend and then when you try to fight him he’ll start flirting with you. Also frequently tries to charm the nuns.

Mozart is his favorite to play on violin and Chopin is his favorite on piano

Has his earbuds in 90% of the time and you can usually hear the music since he blasts it so loudly (it’s usually something classical or Childish Gambino)

Doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he can’t play music as much, so he’s been volunteering in the library. He doesn’t really do much work there though so much as he just hides and reads. Sawyer doesn’t give a shit if you talk too loud, just don’t ask him to do anything that involves moving

Kid rarely has his shirts buttoned up all the day he just really likes the exposed chest aesthetic

Plays on the baseball team and is pretty meh at it, but he just really likes wearing the tight pants so that’s why he keeps playing

Possible/ Wanted Connections:

BEST FRIEND: Someone that puts up Sawyer’s energy and either is able to match it or help chill him out. Sawyer likes to joke around a lot and not take things too seriously on the outside, but he can be a pretty good listener and take things seriously when someone needs him. Overall, he’s a loyal friend.

EX FRIEND: Sawyer used to get himself into a lot more trouble than he does now due to his parents’ and sister’s wishes. This is someone who he probably had to reluctantly pull away from in order to not keep finding himself in bad situations.

BAND & ORCHESTRA FRIENDS: Always smiling and holding court in the band rooms, Sawyer probably made himself known to all in orchestra and jazz band. After what happened with his hands though, he abruptly quit jazz band and doesn’t talk as much in orchestra now due to embarrassment of where his skills have declined. This could probably be someone thats just like “dude u good?”

CHILDHOOD FRIEND: Someone who’s parents are either friends with Sawyer’s or they’re also from the city & they became friends themselves. Sawyer and them could be super close still, have grown apart and are now trying to make their interactions less awkward, or Sawyer was a huge annoyance to them growing up.

EX: Sawyer is a flirt, but he’s pretty picky with who he seriously dates or pursues. This is someone he would’ve had a close connection with, but it ended for whatever reason. It likely was not a pretty break up and there’s either bad energy or feelings still there.

HOOK UP: Someone Sawyer calls up for a good time. They can either be friends or only talk when Sawyer’s texting them the water emoji.

ENEMIES: Sawyer is a pretty friendly guy and just loves to love, but there’s always going to be people he butts heads with. Whether Sawyer doesn’t like how much of a stick in the mud they are, they dislike Sawyer for being a pain in the ass, or maybe Sawyer made out with their significant other once-- could be anything.

I’m always down for any suggestions you throw at me these are just stuff off the top of my head I can think of!

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dingdonghun · 6 years ago

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The Prince of Romance~

Genre: Fluff and the vague idea of smut but not really

Characters: Yixing/You

Word Count: 11,045 characters

Note: My second time ever writing a story! Why is it always when I am extremely sleep deprived that I get inspired? I am sick and only got four hours of sleep, I just woke up 3 minutes ago and said “....You know who needs a story? Yixing.” Anyways...Here’s Wonderwall.

Summary: Finally! After several long and grueling months, Yixing finds time in his busy schedule to take a flight back to South Korea and pay you a little visit, but the catch is, he never comes empty handed.

Ah, the very first day of August. You would never admit it to anybody, but you were almost relieved that summer was close to an end. It felt like a decade since you had seen rain and any other color than burnt-grass-yellow and the green of the trees. With a soft sigh, you made your way down the sidewalk with your trusty companion, Cinnamon, on the end of a leash. Yixing had adopted Cinnamon for you as a surprise three birthdays ago. He told you Cinnamon would always be there to keep you company during the months that he couldn’t, and this dog formed space in your heart just as deep as the one Yixing had, almost instantly.

You took her earlier in the morning with you to run your errands and now you two were on your daily walk, as always. Your eyes glanced down at the sweet girl and almost as if she could sense your thoughts, she turned her head up to look at you while continuing onward. Instantly a large smile formed on your lips and if it were possible, you were sure her panting could be considered one as well.

Deciding to wrap up your walk in this annoyingly blisteringly hot afternoon, you took a U-turn around your usual little bakery shop on the corner of the main road and began to head back home. A soft thoughtful frown found its place on your lips. You knew Yixing was currently in South Korea. Not only was it all over the news as it always was, but during one of your usual phone calls before bed, he let you know he would be coming to take care of some work-related business. It wasn’t fair that the one time he was able to make it back to South Korea, he was too busy and only staying for a day or two. At least, that is what you thought.

In reality, Yixing was already very busy setting up a sweet surprise for you at your place with the spare key you had given him. He knew your schedule by heart and knew just when to show up and how long he would have to get this done, give or take a few minutes. He put the finishing touches in just in time, a few minutes to spare to fix anything if he needed to. The corner of his lips pulled up into a soft grin as he stood back and examined his work. Everyone knew Yixing to be an extremely hard worker, unyielding and with endless stamina. You meant just as much to him as his job did and he put every single ounce of effort that he did into his work, into his relationship with you. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together in a slow, anxious motion. Now all that was left was to wait for you.

Finally reaching the door to your apartment, you pulled your keys out of your pocket and as you fumbled to find the right key, Cinnamon froze and sniffed at the crack under the front door before her ears perked up and her tail began wagging at lightening speed. “...Did I leave food out or something? What is it, girl?” Of course she didn’t answer. She was a dog. With a chuckle, you stuck the key into the lock and turned it, cracking the door open and the first thing to hit you was the smell of your favorite candles, tropical fruit and lemongrass. Once the door fully pushed open,you were greeted with what was probably the most beautiful sight you had ever laid eyes on.

Yixing was standing there in a soft pink toned button-up shirt, the top two buttons undone and the cuffs rolled all the way up to his elbows to show off his toned forearms. His hair was styled back loosely and in his hands was an absolutely enormous bouquet of twenty-four deep red roses. He wore that earth-shatteringly bright smile on his soft lips, his deeps dimples as prevalent as ever. Cinnamon was jumping all over him in wild excitement and he leaned down to pet her with his free hand, laughing.

As beautiful as Yixing was, the sight behind him was equally as beautiful. The living room had candles spread throughout it and even more flowers, notably your favorite types, in beautiful intricate vases all around. He knew how much you loved flowers and how happy they made your day, and happy was what he always wanted you to be. The floor had rose petals that were delicately scattered to lead to your table, which now had plates and silverware set up.

Tears welled up in your eyes as they turned back to focus on Yixing in front of you, his big bright smile still there just as it had been the moment you walked in. Immediately, you flung yourself into his arms. Mainly because you missed him more than life itself, but also a small percent of you didn’t want him to see you cry from how much this affected you. His strong arms and warm chest immediately encased you in a loving embrace, the large bouquet easily supported on one hand. Laughed bubbled up from his chest as he held your waist with one arm and guided you over to the kitchen counter in a romantic spin, his free hand placing the roses in a large vase that had already been set up. He had clearly thought a lot about this.

Once both of his hands were finally free, he used the free one to rest his fingers under your chin to tenderly tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “Good afternoon, Baobei, I missed you so much.” His voice was soft but you heard his smile in it. Your lips trembled and you let out a shaky laugh, unsure of what to say first out of the many things you had in mind. You chose to lead with the question of the hour. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, Yixing?” He let out a playful laugh. “Well that would have ruined the surprise, of course!” He leaned forward and his lips softly met your forehead. “Besides, I needed you away so I could set all of this up. I know you miss your home-foods, so I tried my best to make Lasagna! It is baking in the oven and still has a ways to go” He paused for a moment, before pecking your forehead once more and releasing you. “I have one more gift for you, too. Wait here!”

As Yixing excitedly rushed off to the bedroom, you stood there in shock, laughter masking your intense need to cry at the overwhelming feelings in your chest. Not only had your boyfriend set up all of your favorite flowers and bought you a twenty-four set bouquet of roses, lit candles and decorated the floors with petals, but he also was cooking one of your favorite meals AND had another present on top of that? He was too much. He was an absolute gentleman and you wondered exactly how you got so lucky.

While you were busy trying to answer all of the questions in your head, Yixing rushed back in with an elongated wrapped box in his hands and smiled brightly. “Let me open it for you.” You gave him a hesitant nod and a shocked chuckle slipped out at his child-like demeanor. Yixing’s long fingers tugged at the ribbons and pulled them open before smoothly removing the lid from the box. Your eyes lit up like stars, this time you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks. Inside of the box was a silver necklace with a beautiful circular pendant, the inner part of the pendant was made up of a bunch of tiny stars with small glittering diamonds in them. He had always called you “The most beautiful star to light up my sky” when he was feeling extra affectionate, and this was clearly a reference.

Your teary eyes quickly raised up to his as he was already removing it from the box and stepping around you to put it on. “Yixing, wait, this is too much!..” This is a conversation you two had often and he brushed it off easily, his gentle fingers brushing your hair to one side of your shoulder as he clipped the necklace in place. “Baobei.. I am not frivolously spending, this gift came deep from my heart and I took a long time to think about it. Please trust me... I love you”

The last words were whispered against the top of your shoulder moments before his lips met it, placing a tender kiss to the bare skin there. Your cheeks immediately flushed a soft red tone and you tried to turn your head to catch his eye, but he just grinned against your skin before continuing to trail soft kisses up your neck at an excruciatingly slow rate. His hands rested in a careful yet firm grip on your hips as his breath tickled you. Reaching your jaw, he slowly leaned up give your earlobe a gentle nip, simultaneously giving your waist a gentle tug against himself. Just when you thought you were going to lose it, he whispered in your ear. “We still have at least forty-five minutes before the lasagna is ready.”

A groan of distress escaped your lips before you gave in and turned around in his arms, curling your own around his shoulders before leaping up to wrap your legs around his waist. His arms quickly reached down to support you, hands on resting on your rear before he pinned your back to the wall and gazed into your eyes with that intense stare he seemed to have mastered. He made you weak. He wasn’t one to tease, though, and he leaned in and pressed his soft plush lips against yours in a deep kiss, your lips locking with his immediately in heated passion. Your fingers raised up to brush through his soft hair and also to pull him closer to you; this intimacy had been desperately needed for months on months and he was finally all yours again. Your heart was practically doing flips in your chest.

Yixing’s fingers trailed their way up under your dress, softly rubbing up your outer thigh. The sensations he sent through your body were driving you crazy and you deepened the kiss, almost aggressively leaning in to it in an attempt to gain some sort of control back. You gave a nip at your boyfriend’s lower lip before giving it an ever-so-gentle tug. After releasing it, your fingers gripping in his hair and tugging his head back. You leaned down before he could react, a fire in your eyes a your lips attached to his neck, giving it a bite before sucking on the sensitive skin there. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused your attention on your boyfriend’s neck,the only hint that you were affecting him was his grip on your ass tightening and you felt his body tense up against yours, the occasional stuttered exhale escaping his lips.

After what felt like forever, you leaned up to meet his eyes, your tongue subconsciously gliding over your lower lip. The moment your eyes met his, you froze and your eyes widened. The expression on his face was a dangerous one. His eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched shut, you could almost see it twitch. “...Y-yixing.. Uh..” Before you could finish, he yanked the both of you away from the wall and carried you off to the bedroom, tossing you onto to bed. Even as he tossed you, he was careful about it. Ever the gentleman that he was. He made he way onto the bed and hovered over your, eyes staring into yours before he quickly pushed the hem of your dress up and moved down, forcing your legs apart before giving a soft kiss to the skin on your inner thigh. The kiss was followed by a nibble, causing you to let out a surprised squeak. Looking down at Yixing, you saw his eyes lock with yours once more, a look of warning. His fingers hooked under the top of your underwear and you could tell that the both of you were about to forget all about the lasagna in the oven. Good thing you liked yours slightly burnt.

second note: LMAO OOPS IT TURNED INTO SEMI-SMUT I HAD TO STOP MYSELF SORRY JELJRDGDFJH. Feedback is always welcome because I have no idea what I am doing. Thank you for reading!~ I love you

#I don't know how this happened I am so sorry oof #Yixing #Zhang Yixing #Lay #zyx #original post #Yixing scenarios #Zhang Yixing scenarios #Lay Scenarios #Yixing imagines #Zhang Yixing imagines #Lay imagines

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jugheadfanfics84-blog · 7 years ago

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Wonderwall

I love your fics! I was just curious if you could do a Sweet Pea fic based off the song wonderwall by Oasis?

@lost-to-space here you go!

Warnings: Cussing, Smut

Wonderwall

Sweet Pea POV

I had known (Y/N) for about 6 years give or take and we had always been close, best friends, until about a year ago. It was a typical Saturday night, we were at the Wyrm and (Y/N) had done her initiation into the Serpents. Ever since then I had looked at her differently. Every time she walked into a room it was like my heart skipped a beat. I had even dropped hints several times about liking her.

1 year ago

After her initiation (Y/N) walked off the stage, Serpent Jack around her shoulders as she pulled her jeans back on and put a black tank top on over top the lingerie she was wearing. She slipped her boots on and smiles at me.

“Well, I’m one of you now Pea.” She had said hugging me. When her skin touched mine it was like fire in my veins. I hug her back and kiss the top of her head. “You have always been one of us, you know that.”

She had pulled away and pulled me over to the bar, insistent on us doing a celebratory shot. Once we had taken our shots, she came over and sat on my lap, like she normally did when she was drunk. She turned to me and smiled, clearly buzzed. She had probably drank a little before she did her dance so it didn’t surprise me.

“You looked incredible up there tonight, (Y/N),” I tell her moving her hair away from her face.

She smiled and we locked eyes for a moment before Fangs came over and pulled her off my lap and into a hug.

There had been so many other opportunities for her to realize. I told her all the time that she was gorgeous, I always found an excuse to hug her, sit by her, brush our hands up against each other, drive her home, pretty much any hints you think I could drop I had dropped. Still, nothing had happened. I knew that she had a pretty rough break up with her ex. They had been together for 2 years, happy as could be, until (Y/N) found out that he was not only cheating on her but he had been dealing Jingle Jangle for the Ghoulies. She had jumped into that relationship so quick that as far as I knew she hadn’t had any interest in any guys since.

Of course Fangs, Toni, and Jughead always gave me shit for having a thing for (Y/N) too. They would always tease me.

“Dude, I don’t know how the fuck she doesn’t know you are into her by now. You are so damned obvious.” Fangs had said to me one day after I had told her I’d take her home after school.

“That’s the point, idiot.” I snarled at him. “More than 6 months now, I have been trying to get that girl to notice me.”

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Toni asked me, patting me on the back.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same, Topaz?” I ask her. “Or worse she rejects me because of what happened with her fuck tard ex?”

They had just looked at me sadly.

It was hard as hell to hide my feelings for her. She was all on my damned mind from the moment I open my eyes until the time I close them. It got a little annoying sometimes, especially when I saw other guys hit on her.

That dumbass Bulldog Reggie had been flirting with her by her locker one day when I was walking up to her to take her home.

“Come on, gorgeous. Just one date. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He had said winking at her.

“I don’t think so, Reggie. I just don’t like you as more than a friend, sometimes not even that to be honest.” She had replied. I snorted as I walked up to them.

“Take a hike, Bulldog.” I had sneered at him. “She said no.”

“Is this oaf your bodyguard?” Reggie asked (Y/N) laughing.

“No, I’m not but I think you should leave before I fuck up your face,” I said walking up to him.

“Do something, Snake. Guarantee I could show her a better time in the sack than you.” He says grinning. That was all it took for me to lose it. I had decked him and knocked him to the floor. He got two punches before I had his hands pinned and was punching him.

“Sweets no! Stop!” (Y/N) yelled and attempted to pull me off him. I stopped and got in his face. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that again or I will knock every single tooth down your throat,” I growl at him before getting up and walking out of the school.

After that, Reggie never came around her again. I grin at the memory as I pull up to her house. I had given her a ride again that day. She lived in an apartment about five minutes away from my trailer. She hops off the back of my bike and kisses me on the cheek, her usual thank you.

“Will I see you tonight?” She asks me, handing me the helmet that I always make her wear.

“Did we have plans?” I ask confused.

“I was thinking you could come over and watch a movie or two with me. I bought that extra butter popcorn you like.” She says smiling at me.

“Well, I guess when you put it like that then I can’t say no. Let me go home and shower and change and I’ll be back in an hour.” I say putting the helmet in my saddle bag.

“It’s a date.” She says smiling at me. “But just to be sure you don’t run off with Fangs..” She walks up and lifts my dog tags over my head and puts them on. “Now you have to come back.”

I tense up, feeling naked. I never ever let anyone else wear my tags. I sigh and nod at her. I head home to get ready.

Reader POV

I smile as I watch Sweet Pea ride away and I put my hands on his tags around my neck. I knew Sweet Pea hated not having them and it was a little test that I wanted to do. For the last few months, I had started to develop feelings for Sweet Pea but I wasn’t entirely sure he felt the same way about me. He had always flirted with me and did other little things I noticed. I tried to do the same but I never really knew if he caught on.

3 months ago

We had been watching movies at his trailer, we had just finished the first Hunger Games movie and were on the second one. I had to beg him to watch them in the first place so I was surprised he said okay to the second one. We were sitting on his couch, my legs crossed to my right side so I leaned in the direction he was in. He had his arm slung on the back of the couch and was staring at the TV screen, completely unaware I was staring at him. Or so I thought.

“If I have something on my face, tell me don’t be a jerk and laugh.” He said looking at me and raising an eyebrow.

I felt a blush heat my face up, thankfully it was dark enough so he couldn’t see it. “No there isn’t anything that I can see,” I say smiling at him.

“Okay, now I know there is something. Get it off.” He says rubbing his face. I laugh at him.

“Pea, there really isn’t.”

He gives me a look and I sigh and scoot closer to him, examining his face. Once I was done I caught his eye. We locked eyes and started to lean in.

“What’s up, guys?! Sorry, we are late!” Toni busts in. I jump back, blushing again.

I wasn’t sure I had heard it right but I could’ve sworn I heard Sweet Pea mutter “Great fucking timing, Topaz.”

I walk into my apartment and shower, I straighten my hair making it go down past my shoulders. I put some light eyeliner and lip gloss on and then walk to my room. I put on a burgundy dress that flowed out on the bottom and had spaghetti straps. It showed a decent amount of cleavage too. I smirk to myself, grab his tags and put them around my neck, and put on some black flats. I go downstairs to get stuff ready. I popped some popcorn and was just getting the movie on the play screen when I heard him come in. He had never knocked in the whole time he knew me.

I had to stop myself from breaking out into a full cheesy grin. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach as I looked him up and down. He had on some brown boots that looked almost new, dark blue jeans, a white v-neck and a black plaid shirt that was buttoned up and he didn’t have the sleeves rolled up. I knew four things for sure. One, Sweet Pea never wore new boots, he would always buy a new pair but go for a hike in the woods so they look worn. Two, He never ever wore a white shirt. I didn’t even think he owned one. Three, he always had his shirts unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. Lastly, he never wore cologne. I walked up and hugged him, inhaling his scent. He most definitely had cologne on. I could smell it mixed in with his cigarette smell.

“You look gorgeous, Pea,” I say wrapping my arms around him.

“Me? Look at you.” He says pulling me back and twirling me around in a circle. I chuckle. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

I blush and lead him to my couch. It was one that reclined so we could get comfortable. I sit down beside him and hand him the popcorn. He laughed and took a handful.

“So what movie are you making me sit through now?” He asks me.

“Can you turn that lamp off first?” I ask. He nods and reaches over across the couch. I could see the shirt straining against his muscled arms. I take a sharp intake of breath and smile. God, he was so gorgeous.

I click play and the title comes on The Proposal. I hear him groan and shove his shoulder against mine.

“I already watched this one,” he complains

“Oh, hush. It’s a really good movie.” I say shoving him, as I shoved him he grabbed ahold of me and I end up on top of him. I look down at him and lock eyes with him. My breath caught in my throat.

“I need to get a drink,” I say quickly and get up and run into the kitchen. I take a deep breath and put my hands on the counter, trying to calm myself down. I see arms come around me to grip the counter. I could feel him behind me. I gulp and turn around, my heart feeling like it was going to bust out of my chest.

“Are you okay?” He asks me, looking down.

“I’m-I’m..” I trail off, he’s looking at me concerned and I look at his lips. Screw it. “Oh fuck it already!” I exclaim and pull his head down to my level and smash my lips against his. I could tell he was shocked but after a minute his arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up and sits me on the counter, our lips fit perfectly together and his were soft but rough against mine. I deepened the kiss, nudging my tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. He granted it and I hear him groan as our tongues meet.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, not caring about the movie anymore. He lays me down and starts kissing me again. I roll over on top of him and start to unbutton his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.

“This would be the time you choose to button your shirt.” I tease. He grins and pulls the shirt over his head. I pull the white shirt over his head and kiss down his chest, raking my nails down it as I go. That earned a moan from him and I grinned. I get to his pants and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down and off. His erection springs free and I grin up at him. I start working my fist on it and then put my mouth on it. I start by going slow, teasing him. After a few minutes, I bob my head up and down on his dick. I look up at him and we lock eyes.

“You look so damn hot right now, (Y/N), but I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” He says pulling me off and slamming me down on the bed. “I think you have teased me enough. I have waited so long for this moment.” I smile and kiss him, running my fingers through his hair. He pulls me into a sitting up position, still kissing me, so he can unzip my dress. He pulls it off and lays me back down, looking at me. I lay there in a nude bra and thong set with black lace on them.

He groans. “You are so damned perfect.” He kisses down my neck to the tops of my boobs, massaging them through my bra. He reaches around me and unclips it, tossing it to the side. He swirled his tongue around one nipple while massaging the other. I moan and arch my back, I could feel how wet I was getting. He kissed down my stomach and stopped so he could take my thong off. I see him smirk as he kisses down my thighs and starts to play with my clit. I moan as his tongue connects with my heat.

“Oh God, Pea yes!” I moan, my fingers clutching the sheets. He starts flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, while he puts a finger in me, moving it back and forth. I groan and wrap my legs around his head, trapping him. He hums against my clit and I lose it. I cum hard and he licks one last time before moving my legs to come up and kiss me. “You are so damned sexy, you know that? That was amazing.” I tell him, kissing him.

“Oh, baby you haven’t seen anything yet.” He says winking at me. He puts the head of his dick to my entrance and pushes in slowly. “Holy hell you’re tight.” he moans as he pushes in. I groan feeling him fill me up. I knew he was big and it hurt a little but he lets me adjust to his size. I buck my hips up telling him to go. He moans and connects his lips to my collarbone as he starts to pump into me. I moan at how good it feels. He starts to go faster then pulls out. I look at him confused. He picks me up and rests my back against the wall. He lowers me onto him and I have to bite my lip from screaming.

“Oh shit that feels so damn good!” He says pumping into me. I moan loudly as he bounces me up and down on him. He moves again, still bouncing me up and down and turns me over so I’m laying with my head down and my ass up. I groan as he slams into me, hearing the sound of skin slapping. I had already came multiple times but I felt another orgasm coming on.

“I’m gonna cum, Pea,” I warn as my orgasm nears. He starts going faster and I groan loudly, my toes curling, and my hands gripping the sheets. “I’m cumming, (Y/N).” He moans and then cums in me. I moan and crawl up on my bed. He lays down beside me and pulls me into his side. I smile up at him and he grins.

“Holy shit. That was absolutely amazing.” He tells me. I nod in agreement. “So does this mean you’ll be my girl?” He asks.

“Like you have to ask,” I say smiling and picking his tags up that was still hanging around my neck.

“I love you.” He tells me and kisses my head. “But I want those back.”

I laugh and kiss him. “I love you too, Sweet Pea.”

#riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale x you #sweetpea #sweetpea x reader #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #wonderwall #riverdale smut #sweet pea smut #riverdale x reader smut #sweet pea x reader smut

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butindeed · 6 years ago

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What if… [TRR X PM Cross over] (Riley x Drake) [PART 14/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @lazychic28 @boneandfur @drakelover78@captainkingliam

@andy-loves-corgis @client327 @walkerismychoice @chantelle-x0x

Summary: What if things were different? (Part 14) Strong language

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Despair hangover and ecstasy - The Do

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-Maybe we should take this somewhere else… - she whispered only for Drake to listen.

He grabbed by the hand and left unseen into the night.

The velvety navy sky, freckled with shiny stars was clear. As if it was an omen of good luck, the moon shone on them, sheding light on their steps.

Every now and then, unable to resist the other’s touch, they stopped, usually against some wall and let their passions run wild.

By the time they arrived at the building where Drake lived, glimmer of sunlight announced the birth of a new day, and with it, a new chapter on their lives.

Drake pressed the lift button once, twice, three times, each time more eagerly.

-It’s not going to hurry even if you press it a thousand times - Riley laughed, getting as a response another of those heated kisses that left her gasping for air.

Or not, maybe it was the other way round, maybe it was as if she was drowning, dying, and his kisses would bring the oxygen she needed to thrive.

When they heard the ding they didn’t even part a milimetre, they stumbled their way in, not even seeing what floor they were pressing the button of.

They felt the lift vibrating, which meant it was moving.

Drake was pinning Riley against the wall, her hands wandering through his worked up body.

Suddenly the door opened with a ding and they heard an estrangled shriek, and they parted ways puzzled. Not as puzzled, probably, as the petit elder lady and her cavalier dog that were goggling at the young couple.

As red as their faces could be, they stood still while the lady and her puppy entered the metal box with a dignified nod.

The rest of the trip transcurred in absolute silence, with the lady standing between them two; a short while later, still redfaced, they left their accompaniment behind.

-Enjoy your morning! - the lady chirrupped winking.

As soon as the doors closed, they burst into laughter, unable to believe what had just happened.

-You look even more gorgeous when you laugh -Drake leaned in, caressing the side of Riley’s face with a rough finger.

That’s all she needed, she close the space between them and they resumed what was interrupted moments before.

Once inside the apartment, Drake fetched a whiskey bottle and handed it over to Riley right after taking a long sip.

She turns on some music, swaying her hips to the music as she steeped the bottle.

Drake sat down on the counch ogling at her. Everything about Riley turned him on, from the way she moved to the she thought, and now with her right in front of him, drinking whiskey and laughing, he regretted not making a move on her before.

Riley swaggered all the way through the couch and straddled him. She browsed into his eyes, reading into him as if he was an open book, then she carefully ran one hand through his hair and cupped his face with the other.

There wasn’t anything left to said, that simple look had spoken more than a thousand words.

Drake closed the space between them and they melted into eachother’s lips.

BANG

The door swang open.

Riley unsaddled him, observing at whom may have interrupted them in such a manner.

-Oh! Sorry - The voice whispered and they could tell inmediately that she had been crying.

-Sav? Sav what’s wrong?

-No-nothing D-Drake, I-I’m fi-fine! - she sobbed unable to control herself.

Then without emitting further noise than a stiffled squeak, she collapsed in the floor.

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2 am - Anna Nalick

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Drake was pacing back and forward in the hallway, running his hands over his face and hair once and again.

A doctor comes out of the examination room. Smiling.

-She’s ready to see you Mr. Walker.

-Wha-What happened?

-Nothing serious, she’ll explain to you. - The doctor said as she walked away filling some information on Savannah’s chart.

-Hopkins, could you come in with me?

-Drake, it’s your sister in there. I’m sure she won’t appreciate if a stranger came in to listen whatever she needs to say to you. I know you need the support, I’ll be right here. - Riley planted a quick kiss on his cheek and returned to her seat.

This was partly true. If Riley was in Savannah’s place, she wouldn’t have wanted her brother’s latest fling to ruin such an intimate moment.

The other part though, was that memories of her child self, waiting all alone in a corridor just like that, her small feet not reaching for the floor yet, were hitting her like waves on a tide.

White walls. White ceiling. Blinding fluorescent lights. White doctor gowns.

Riley sat there alone as the tears streamed down her face quietly.

She hated hospitals, she had been avoiding hospitals since the day her mother entered in one because of a simple headache, but never came out.

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Goo Goo Dolls - "Iris"

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-Sav! Oh Sav you’re fine! What on earth happened? The doctor told me to ask you -

-I’m sorry - Savannah whispered quietly.

-There’s nothing to be sorry about S! You little cockblocker! - He laughed, but stopped when his sister didn’t join him. - What is it Sav? Is it that serious?

-I’m pregnant - she said almost to herself. Drake, however, caught not only what she said, but everythig she hid.

-That’s why you have been sick in the morning, and why you only had water last night, right?

-I...-Savannah looked into his brother’s eyes excpecting to find dissappointment, anger, saddness, but his walls were up again.

-How far are you?

-10 weeks

-Ok, and what do you want to do?

-I think I want to keep it actually...

-How long have you known?

-What is this Drake? An interrogation or something? If that’s so I want my lawyer!

-Ha ha Sav. I’m... I’m just concerned... Does... Does the father know?

-No, not yet. I don’t even know if I’m telling him.

-Why is that?

-I don’t think he’ll react very well... It’s complicated.

-Are you seeing him?

-I told you, it’s complicated...

-I’m not going to ask you who he is, if that’s what you’re afraid about. I’m just here to support you.

Savannah nodded, grateful.

-The thing is... - she sighed - he propposed to me a while back.

Drake stared at her in surprise.

-And I said no, because I wasn’t sure I wanted a family, and now...-her words died in her mouth.

-Do you now?

-Yes, I actually do. But things are...

-Complicated.

-People expect things from him, and eventhough I’m sure he’ll be thrilled, having a baby out of wedlock, for him, is going to be a huge deal.

-Who is this guy? - Drake laughed - Bertrand? - He cackled at his own joke, not realising she had deviated her look and had smoothingly, or not, change the subject.

-So what did you do to Riley? You didn’t just kick her out, did you?

-No, actually, Hopkins is right outside.

-Really?

-Yes, she’s... she’s so different from the people I know.

-You should be with her right now.

-No, I’m here.

-Don’t worry - she yawned - I’m texting Kiara to come. Go, get some sleep.

-Are you sure?

-Yes - Savannah rolled her eyes at her brother smiling. - Oh, and Drake?

-Hmm?

-Thank you. I’m sorry for not telling you this before.

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Oasis - Wonderwall

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-Look, finally, the two of us in bed, together - A sleepy, fully dressed Riley mumbled stretching.

-To be honest - Drake replied closing his eyes - This is not how I envisioned us in bed - he smiled embracing Riley and kissing the top of her head - but I’m glad you’re here.

Riley, who was just worn out, let a dim snore in return.

#what if #trr #drake #drake walker #whiskey #riley #riley hopkins #drake walker x riley hopkins #drake walker x mc #savannah walker #bertrand beaumont

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This Is Pop Review: Netflix Documentary Unpacks Pop Music

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It doesn’t matter how pure a sound is when it catches the ear’s attention, someone in the music industry will find a way to infect it. Pop music is infectious by design, and Netflix’s This Is Pop, reveals the delivery system. The eight-part docuseries focuses on some of the less unexamined moments of the most scrutinized genre in music. It is as depressing as it is exhilarating, and it barely skips a beat.

Much like the recent Apple TV+ series 1971: The Year That Music Changed Everything, This is Pop shows how pop music reflects and influences culture. Music has always been a great unifier, both for listeners and musicians. Regardless of race, faith, or sexual preference, everyone has a favorite song, and people are drawn to the art of music from every background. What starts as a neighborhood sound moves beyond the streets, and for every Boyz II Men, there’s a new kid on the block. They may not always be in sync, but they know how to make money off it.

Even the Brill Building, located on 1619 Broadway, which trained a generation of young composers to match melodies with danceable beats, turns out to be just another machine in “The Brill Building in 4 Songs.” The gathering place for all that young talent, from Neil Sedaka, who speaks in the series, through Carole King and Gerry Goffin, Burt Bacharach and Hal David, Lieber and Stoller, was molded on the structure of Ford Motors. The songwriters were just factory workers churning out hits on an assembly line.

When big money trickles down to create an international happening like the US Festival, it is a misstep on a road to gauge concert-goers. “Festival Rising” begins with a young voice almost audibly rolling her eyes at the not-so-innocent innocence of the early music gatherings. Jefferson Airplane’s Jack Casady and The Mama & the Papas’ Michelle Phillips explain how counterculture happenings like the “Human Be-In” at Golden Gate Park led to the loving unification of Monterey Pop. The arc of the Glastonbury Festival is fascinating. The demise of Woodstock is sadly inevitable. Altamont isn’t mentioned.

Most of the stories are fun, and unexpected. Who knew a well recorded demo on a shitty cassette could go on to become an international sensation? The strangest things happen when a song gets stuck in your head or a tape gets stuck in the deck of a car stereo. Record deals are made that way. Every episode opens with an innocent telling of an origin story. A kid who wants to be an athlete gets stuck in a gifted school and learns to score harmonies instead of field goals. A bunch of bikers and hippies go looking for a place to hear music without ceilings. A song hook gets perfected on the dance floor of a disco. Someone turns a knob all the way down on a program that wasn’t designed for it. Hey, if Spinal Tap can put their amps to 11, why can’t Cher turn the automatic tune correction down to zero? That’s not rock and roll, but it does pop.

The 1971 documentary adhered to the Homer Simpson sentiment “rock stars, is there nothing they don’t know?” No one expects this from pop stars. But it’s not like This Is Pop replaces the Vietnam War with the Oasis vs. Blur battle. Every episode includes sequences dealing with real issues and social injustice. Even if it’s just T-Pain getting razzed on a plane by Usher for destroying the art of singing. “What Can A Song Do?” showcases how the 1991 Anita Hill hearings led to Bratmobile, and Bikini Kill created the first safe space when Riot Grrrls directed “girls to the front” at shows. Gay rights suppression in Russia gets translated into an anthemic hit in America.

Racism, sexism, queer politics, and classism fill beats in every aspect of Pop music. Shoegaze legend Lush is told to show up at a photoshoot in a bikini with a champagne glass when being fitted for Britpop. Lil Nas X breaks the country music industry’s achy breaky hearts when he has a hit with “Old Town Road.” Public Enemy’s Chuck D vividly recounts how he reached back to the Isley Brothers for “Fight the Power.” When he says he wanted to capture how that song made him feel, he makes you feel it. “You can scream as much as you want,” Chuck D says, “but until you start breaking windows, that’s when they say ‘oh you gotta do something about this. It’s like American Pie.”

When Noel Gallagher breaks through George Harrison’s “Wonderwall,” it’s only because he needs the right word to finish a line. A song can’t change the world. “Music has no agency, only people have agency,” we are told as archival footage presents conflicting conclusions. During the late 1940s, while Woody Guthrie was a traveling troubadour from California to the New York island, Americans found strength in their proud use of Mexican labor. People wanted to do things together, his son Arlo Guthrie tells the camera. This flashback cuts to more recent footage of calls to build a wall between the two countries, and the weakness at its center. For every step forward, there is a pirouette backwards, except in country line dancing.

“When Country Goes Pop” sums up the basic premise of every genre highlighted. Country Music is supposed to be all about authenticity. Willie Nelson and Dolly Parton are labeled authentic, even as they consciously move toward the mainstream. Shania Twain made country music more popular than ever, but old school Nashville cats are too hypnotized by her belly button to recognize her genuine songcraft. Steve Earle ushers in the Integrity Scare, until Garth Brooks starts flying over audiences at concerts like he’s the Thin White Duke. The deepest visual representation of the genre’s authenticity comes in black and white photographs of members of Nirvana and Alice in Chains looking at Johnny Cash like he is god when he’s recording with Rick Rubin.

But is Ace of Base’s Ulf Ekberg any less authentic when he remembers playing the backing track of “All That She Wants” on a dance floor every night to ensure it got people moving before putting vocals on it? Blur arrives in America the day Nirvana lands. They decide to re-Brit themselves. What’s more authentically British than three chords and a Union Jack? Arlo Guthrie sums it up succinctly when he remembers his dad saying “the job of the songwriter is to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.”

“Auto-Tune” is the only episode which truly blurs any idealistic version of authenticity. Invented in 1997 by Dr. Andy Hildebrand as a way to measure oil deposits, the episode about the automatic tune correction function leaves more sludge than the Exxon Valdez. We actually hear an appreciation for the idea that singers no longer have to be able to sing, just look good. These words are said. Out loud. By a second-hand source, but they are there. For all the talk of social injustices thrust on artists, this may be the most infuriating. Because it is an imposition on the art itself. It is not a social wrong which can be righted by song. The song is the culprit. But, like “Stockholm Syndrome,” it shows how the entire industry goes from captivated to captive. They even explain how great jazz stylists of the past would need autocorrect if they were recording against the synthesizer-perfect, quantized music of today.

One segment recognizes Billie Holiday’s “Strange Fruit” as an invitation to mourn, not a call to unite. It is not considered a protest song because it personally invites people who do not know the pain of racial violence to understand it from the inside. While Motown is generating top tens, and its Berry Gordon wants nothing controversial within the walls of Hitsville USA, “Ball of Confusion” by the Temptations brings revolution to the mainstream. A Tribe Called Red brings traditional indigenous dances and music, officially banned by the Canadian government, to the dance floor as a technical protest, proving you can find the groove in any revolution.

“The Boyz II Men Effect” shows how the purity of the mix of Motown and Philly Sounds set a new standard for R&B in the 90s. Nate Morris, Wanya Morris and Shawn Stockman look back on keeping it real, truly expressing their desire to be listed among the great singing groups of the past based on ability. They want to be the Temptations, the Miracles, or the Moonglows, serious artists with strong voices who know how to structure songs and layer harmonies. They wind up creating the Boy Band genre, as we hear 98 Degrees’ Nick Lachey and New Edition’s Michael Bivins reverently recall how they wanted to be Boyz II Men. Record companies gave them the chance, replacing the Black artists with white pop stars for greener pastures.

“Hail Britpop!” is absolutely the wittiest of the installments. Blessed be the cheesemaker. Blur’s Alex James is hysterically sardonic. Miki Berenyi from Lush still rolls her eyes over people’s reactions to a Flange pedal. Sonya Madan from Echobelly rips the entire scene from the inseam. None of the episodes really take themselves seriously, but in this one, they tear themselves apart, even more than the Swedes, who never say nice things about themselves.

Of course, the best part of This Is Pop is searching for the songs after they are mentioned. The documentary is very generous with samples, but they really just serve as appetizers. Even the songs which make you switch stations on the car stereo or get left on the dance floor are time capsules. The docuseries can’t encapsulate everything, but is a good representation of how perceptions are at this exact moment in time. Just like any good song.

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Inktober Day 12. Instrument

I’m a butt whose writing gets shittier by the day

Here goes my latest pathetic attempt- featuring drunk Kingsmen, which I may or may not write spinoff fics for when this is over. And Harry Hart is a sap in love.

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The Kingsman pub crawl was going as swimmingly as some knights' vision, by this stage. But by all accounts, everything was well. No fights with patrons had ended with gobsmacked drunkards hitting the floor, and no villains had sprung out of nowhere to take advantage of the fact Britain's best spies were all in one place, and utterly sozzled.

Some utterly foolish genius (probably Lancelot) had elected to send an email to all individuals in Kingsman's employ, and invite them all to 'spontaneous workplace drinks'. Because saving the world was rather sobering, and alcohol was a long-favoured coping mechanism of the Kingsman organisation. And because after Kentucky, the destruction of the original HQ, Cambodia and the shock return of a Scottish tech whiz and aforementioned knight, Harry really had a quite a lot to be drinking about.

That, and one other reason. It's half past midnight, Bors is out cold next to Harry, nose nodding dangerously close to his abandoned pint, and the bar is utterly empty apart from the rest of the Kingsman employ who had saved the date. Who it seems, if the shouts and hoots around Harry are anything to go by, are halfway between comatose and catastrophe. Percival is determinedly belting out a 90's pop ballad with Lancelot to the jukebox, despite her crutches -'WE MATCH', Roxy had pointed out to Merlin earlier in the night, gesturing to their common characteristic; leg injuries, albeit a landmine had ensured Merlin's were a little worse off. The Scot is engaged in raucous conversation with Kay and Gawain about the latest rugby match at the sleek table next to Harry's, whacking his fist on the table as he delcares that Scotland will surely triumph in the next match. Gareth is grabbing the next round at the bar, Geraint is determinedly skulling the last of his pint, cheered on by Lamorak, and Bedivere is taking a nap nearby. If anything, this little gathering looks to be nothing more than a bunch of rowdy businessmen, out for a night on town after a tough week in whatever boring desk job they endured.

Harry shouldn't be so sombre, with the comical events unfolding right before his eyes, like Tristan's impression of Merlin and his clipboard, or Percival's dire attempt at dancing. The past year had been a real uphill battle, even moreso for Harry himself, as the head of an organisation struggling to pick itself up off the floor and start again. Normal work as a Kingsman had been draining- what he had endured for the past year, if Harry was honest with himself, was nothing short of psychological and emotional torture.

But it was all done now. The empty seats at the Round Table had ben filled, the mansion rebuilt. Yet Harry doesn't feel the contentment that usually accompanies copious amounts of alcohol, as he reclines in the slightly grubby seats of some oscure pub he didn't notice the name of, staring into the depths of his half-downed pint.

"Whassup, Haz?"

A familiar broad frame slumps down in the booth seat with Harry, giving him a gentle elbow to budge up. This rouses the sleeping Bors, who jerks upright mid-snore, blinking wearily, a bubble of beer foam stuck to the tip of his nose.

"Hello, Eggsy," Harry manages, meeting eyes with the resident Galahad, who gives a lazy, relaxed smile in return. He takes a decidely more liberal sip of his forgotten pint.

"Why're ya so glum for, eh? S'ya night off, ya prick. Loosen up for us," Eggsy jibes, the effect of who knew how many drinks loosening his hackney speech further. Viridian eyes, with no trace of the shadows that had lurked within for months, and just the right amount of colour blushing those sculpted cheeks. Eggsy's top buttons of his standard white dress shirt are popped, bespoke jacket long since discarded. Toned, forearms emerge from messily rolled-up sleeves, with the lightest dusting of hair.

"Just tired, I'm afraid," Harry returns modestly, tearing his eyes away from his former protege with some difficulty. Because Harry might be tired, and more than a little inebriated, but he sure as hell is not blind. And Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin, who's firm, capable hand claps harry's shoulder reassuringly, has never been more inexplicably beautiful than he is right now.

And that unavoidable truth, as Eggsy wiggles his way out of the booth and goes to cheerily accost Roxy, is the root of Harry's melancholy spirit.

Eggsy has never been more available. The boy had no sooner become a married man, to newly coronated Swedish Queen Tilde, darling of Scandanavia, than a scandalous divorce had been announced. The princess, as it turned out, had been seeking to allow her seriously ill father to abdicate with dignity. And Eggsy had been a cog in her well-oiled plan to allow such a thing to happen.

"T' be honest, I wasn't even that upset," Eggsy had confessed to Harry one night in Kingsman's rented office complex, as the news of the premature split broke on worldwide media. The boy had swilled his martini pensively, considering the olive spiked on a toothpick. "Wasn't too keen on getting married anyway. Sorta did it cos' I felt bad after the whole rash thing."

And Harry had tried so very hard to not let his helium hopes grow any higher that night, as the stars sank, and Eggsy confessed tearfully he loved Tilde, but never in that way.

Oh the heart was a fickle, fickle instrument. It had taken a gunshot wound to the head for Harry to truly understand what the feelings he harboured for his Lancelot proposal truly meant. But it was so very hard, when the one thing you love more than anything, more than butterflies, good whisky (without the e) and good manners, is sitting right across from you, utterly oblivious to the fact that he was the last thought in Harry's brain when Valentine pulled that trigger. Because who in their right mind would confess their love for a young man, no matter how lovely, when said young man had just admitted he had a girlfriend?

Not that it mattered now. Eggsy is a 25 year-old divorcee, happy as larry, and their relationship was going from strength to strength. Harry could honestly say that despite only being acquainted for just over two years, he feels he knows Eggsy, and vice versa, similarly to the level of understanding he and Merlin had garnered in close to thirty-five years of companionship.

Yet despite this all-time high, Eggsy still feel so...unobtainable. Nevermind the enormous age gap -Harry was almost old enough to be the boy's grandfather-, nor the perils of romancing a colleague, should things go awry. Harry was certain he was more likely to be shot in the head by Richmond Valentine again than have Eggsy develop romantic inclinations towards him.

The chant of 'Eggsy, Eggsy, Eggsy!' pulls Harry from his solemn stupor, and he directs his attention to the small linoleum dancefloor space just in time to see Eggsy being shoved towards the proferred microphone, depsite many protests, by his traitorous colleagues. Laughing, despite his embarrassment, the boy takes it.

"Alrigh', alrigh', ya wankers. But none o' this shit. Ya got a guitar at all back there?" he directs to the barkeep, who disappears momentarily into the back room. But reappears nonetheless, clutching a battered Yamaha, much to the excitement of the knights, who whoop and whistle.

A stool seems to materialise out of nowhere, along with a microphone stand, which Eggsy accepts gratefully, plonking himself down on the seat. Harry watches with focused interest as practiced hands fiddle with the tuning keys for several moments.

Eggsy could play the guitar? The boy truly was full of surprises, as Harry had proclaimed on the very first day of their meeting. But Galahad's talents were seemingly not just limited to musical performance, as the small gathering of sophisticated yet drunken spies in a deserted bar in Kentish Town were about to find out.

"Anyway, here's Wonderwall." Eggsy giggles, and starts to play.

The first few strums of the familar chords send more cheers and cackles around the gathered Kingsmen, who cease all tipsy chatter to listen ardently to the Oasis hit.

"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you-"

Holy mother of Christ. Not only was Eggsy one of Kingsman's finest recruits, with a spotless portfolio and a dedication that only came along once in a century. The boy could play like a professional, and he could sing. It truly was unfair. But when several knights begin to sing along, off key and out of tune, it takes everything Harry has in him to not scream at them to shut the actual fuck up. Because Eggsy's voice was that of which Harry imagined would accompany the sweet, white embrace of death. The clear melody of raw talent that spilled from capable lips as Eggsy continues on the verse.

Until entrancing malachite eyes fit themselves with Harry's.

"I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now."

Harry can't help but break the gaze, eyes immediately finding his glass and draining it. It was a coincidence, you fool, his conscience shrieks internally, even as his heart begs him to consider otherwise. It wasn't possible. No.

"There are many things that I, would like to say to you, but I don't know how."

Harry dares to sneak a glance upwards, and almost shrinks down in his seat when Eggsy's green eyes bore into his again. Was it the Guiness, or was there a sheen of regret, or even sadness in Eggsy's eyes? For God's sake, he was fifty four, and the sounds of a young man's voice had Harry grasping at song lyrics like straws.

"Cos maybe-"

He can't bring himself to look away, he's caught, like in deer in those bright green, mesmerising headlights-

"You're gonna be the one that saves me-"

Couldn't Eggsy look at someone else, for Pete's sake? All this intense staring was giving his inhibited heart far too uch fodder to make stupid decisions.

"And after all-"

Sing for me, Eggsy. Sing for me forever, sing to me only. Was it just Harry or it was awfully hot in the room?

"You're my wonderwall."

Outside, now. Harry's brain finally turns the cogs to make a rational decision, and in a heartbeat, he's striding towards the back door of the pub. Fresh night air in a dark alleyway, and cool, slightly grimy bricks to calm his hot skin, and the heart that was beating far too rapidly for a man of his age.

Oh the heart was a fickle instrument, alright. Because it played in perfect harmony with a guitar, to the tune of 'Wonderwall'.

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