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theonewiththefanfics · 4 years ago

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Tomato - Tomato (one-shot)

Synopsis: One is an international rock-star. The other is his loyal assistant. Both are complete morons in love. Also - she’s allergic to tomatoes, and it is important.

This started off as something completely else. hope you enjoy :D

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Assistant!Reader

Genre: fluff, minor angst

Warnings: two idiots pining for one another, swearing, mentions of allergies and EpiPens

Word count: 3492

Being an assistant to someone famous wasn’t all glamourous parties and wild nights out with celebrities. It was scheduling last minute flights and not sleeping for three days straight as you packed a million bags and then repacked because their stylist sent you knew pieces and the old ones no longer fit the aesthetic of the week. It was also making sure that they were up by six AM with a hot coffee at their bedside ready to help them wake up as you lay out a detailed plan of the day down to the minute, while you yourself basically only had a two-hour nap because you had to finish off 568 handwritten notes to be sent out to each of the contacts in their phone. Or at least that’s what Y/N’s life was like being the personal assistant to none other than the modern-day prince of rock Harry Styles. Said rockstar was actually still asleep when Y/N entered his room, ripping open the curtains and letting in the rising sun. He groaned, pulling up the bedsheets that’d ridden down his form during the night. “Not that I don’t like seeing your gorgeous face in the mornings….” he mumbled into the covers. “But I don’t like seeing your face in the mornings when they start at six bloody AM.” Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes, rubbing them in an attempt to get rid of the sleep that still lingered in her own body. “You were the one that said you’re fine with seeing Lambert at eight for a fitting.” “When did I say that?” Harry scoffed, only the top of his messy bedhead seen from the cocoon he’d built around himself. “Would you like me to pull up the text messages, the calendar or the e-mails?” Even with her back turned as she rummaged through his closet for him to put on some clothes, she could sense the middle finger he threw at her, and she smiled. Despite everything, despite the zero sleep and stress always coursing through her veins, Y/N loved working for him. He treated her as a friend, not just some lackey he paid to, but most importantly, comparatively to the other people she’d worked for in the same line of business – he treated her as a human. If something went over the deadline, Harry didn’t scream or yell at her and tell Y/N how incompetent she was, instead he asked what kind of help or assistance she needed to get the job done, or maybe if she just needed some time off to gather herself and look at the problem with fresh eyes. “I hate how organised you are,” Harry groaned, finally throwing the covers off. “If I wasn’t, you’d be in a ditch somewhere.” She heard him scoff and two feet plop against the hardwood floor as he made his way towards her. “Is that how little faith you have in me?” “You don’t even know what day it is!” “Who does in these times?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders and handed him a pair of boxers, some loose jeans, and a flowery Hawaiian shirt. “Are you telling me I’m wrong though?” She looked over to her side, a smirk playing on her lips while he squinted his green eyes at her. “No, but it doesn’t mean I like getting called out, especially this early in the morning.”

With a roll of her eyes and a shove at his shoulder for him to move to the bathroom, Y/N handed him the clothes, moving downstairs to start making him some light breakfast and get herself a cold glass of water. You see, she’d been working as his assistant for close to two years, and they’d grown not only as people around one another, challenging their beliefs and world views, but as friends too. And, well, Y/N would be lying if the emotions hadn’t evolved from platonic to falling in love. Not that she’d ever admit it. He was an international sensation, and she was the girl who got him vegetarian croissants at the airport. She dragged a hand down her face as she clicked the stove on and took out a carton of eggs from the fridge. Y/N knew how he liked his omelette to the T, mostly because when she’d spent the first night of quarantine with him a year prior right as the pandemic had started, Harry had wanted to do something nice because she couldn’t go and see her family any more, so he’d gotten up at seven to make breakfast for both of them. The only problem was, he hadn’t asked if she had any allergies, so as he added bits of tomatoes, parsley, cheese and scallions, Harry hadn’t expected Y/N’s eyes to go wide at the first bite as she dropped the fork. “Harry…” Her tone had been cautious. “What’s in this?” He was sweating. Was his cooking really that bad? He just wanted to do something nice and there he was screwing everything up. “ ‘S just some of my favourite things. I’m sorry I didn’t ask, I just thought you’d like it.” “I do, but this tastes like it has tomatoes in it.” He nodded. “Yeah. It does.” Gently she smiled at him and pushed the plate a bit further away. “Could you grab me a coat, and if you have any – an EpiPen?” “An Epi – oh shit!” When the realisation hit him, Harry was jumping out of his seat, running to one of the cupboards and rummaging through in a panic all the while apologies flew non-stop from his mouth. Y/N in the meantime had gathered her purse and mask, making a call to the nearest hospital to explain the situation to which they responded they’d be waiting for her arrival. “I’m so sorry!” Harry ran up to her, a first-aid kit in his shaking hands. “Please don’t die! I didn’t want to kill you, I promise! I just wanted to make you some breakfast cause you do so much for me, and now you’re stuck here, and – oh god,” he cried. “I’m going to be prosecuted for killing my assistant.” She didn’t mean to, but the snort came out of her nose either way. “Harry.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Please calm down. I’m not going to die.” “You’re allergic!” “Yes, I am, but I only had a small bite. The ER is just a precaution.” Y/N took his palms in hers and squeezed them. “Now take a deep breath with me…” They did so, holding it for five seconds and letting it out for eight. “And calm down a bit. I’ll go give myself the shot, and then I’ll drive to the hospital.” “Let me,” Harry begged. “Please, let me at least drive you to the emergency room. God, I almost killed you with an omelette, it’s the least I can do. I – I could also help you with the shot, I won’t hit an artery, I promise -” “Harry, you’re barely coherent. Not to say anything, but you’d have a bigger chance of killing me in a car crash, than from that tomato.” Y/N gave him a smile. “I’m gonna be fine.” With that, she left him to venture into the bathroom and did the unpleasant part of stabbing herself in the thigh to alleviate her body from the allergy symptoms. She sat there for around five minutes before she felt that the swelling of her tongue and itching in her throat was starting to subside, which meant the epinephrine was working. “Okay,” she huffed, taking her purse from the couch where Harry had been sitting, hugging the accessory. “I’ll be back in probably around two hours. Do we need anything from the store?” He shook his head. “Just come back home, please.” Y/N would never admit how her heart thundered in her chest when Harry said to come back ‘home’. “I will.” She promised. “Don’t you worry. You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Styles. The money’s too good.” She winked at him and then left Harry pouting on the couch, but she couldn’t get through the door, before he jumped up, yelling, “wait! Do I need to get rid of every tomato in the house?” “No,” she laughed. “I’m good to be around them. Even touch them. ‘S just my insides that don’t agree with it when they meet.” “Okay.” He nodded, hands on his hips. “Alright. I’ll uh – I’ll be waiting. I’ll make you something else.” “There’s no need for that, Harry.” His eyes widened at her words. “I swear I’m not trying to murder you!” “Oh my god,” she muttered shaking her head. “Just – just relax. Okay. I’ll send you hourly updates.” He bit his lip. “Make it every ten minutes.” “Harry –,” “Please?” The way he was giving her puppy dog eyes melted her heart. With an eye-roll, Y/N waved at him and promised to update her boss at every possible moment and confirm that he hadn’t, in fact, been the reason for her demise. Well, he was the reason for the demise of her low standards in men, having taken them and thrown them up to the Moon, but unless her feelings were miraculously requited or if one of the Marvel characters, she was obsessed with came to life, she’d have to stick to what was available. And in her mind, that wasn’t Harry. “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled Y/N out of the memory, and she shook her head, adding salt and pepper to the beaten eggs. She shrugged. “Just about that time a year ago where you secretly tried to off me because you were too nice to say you didn’t wanna quarantine together.” The groan he let out was of royal embarrassment, and it put a wide smile on her face, as she took one of the forsaken fruits and started to chop the red ball into small pieces. “You’ll never let me live it down, are you?” Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Your failed murder attempt?” She snorted. “Of course not! It’s like you don’t watch the crime shows and murder documentaries when I have them on. You really haven’t learned anything.” Harry stuck his tongue out at her and moved to her side, dropping some chives into the mix as well. “Well given how it wasn’t a murder attempt, I wouldn’t consider it a fail.” Her hip bumped his, and only then did Y/N really give him a once-over. As always, he looked amazing in whatever was on his body, but what made him even cuter in her eyes was the sleepiness still lingering in him. Harry’s movements were a little bit sluggish, eyes half-closed and small sighs passing his lips as he sipped onto the coffee she’d come to his place with. The shirt sat loosely on his body, the first two buttons left open while he’d tucked the bottom of it into the jeans, having found a Gucci belt and cinched it around his waist, giving it a more eighties look rather than the sixties vibe he usually had with his suits. The brown hair was still messy and dishevelled, and Y/N could barely, just barely restrain herself from running her fingers through it, but what she didn’t know Harry was struggling just as much. All he wanted to do was pull out the bottom lip Y/N had gotten in between her teeth and kiss her senseless, to have her fingers dig into his arms and leave crescent shaped imprints on his skin. “So, uh…” He had to start a conversation otherwise his mouth would find itself on Y/N’s mouth in a second. “What’s Lambert got in his schedule? How many outfits is he thinking?” “Two or three, I think,” she said, pouring the mixture on the pan and letting the slow sizzle erupt around them. “He’s got this one suit which I think you’ll really like – all leather, but it needs to be altered.” Harry hummed, and for a second both of them relished in the domestic feel of it all. They’d had many moments like it before, especially during the spring and summer seasons of 2020, and Y/N couldn’t help but relish in her memories at them. “Harry?” It was like her voice snapped him out from a trance. “Could you pass me a plate please?’ “Uh, yeah,” he stammered for a moment and then nodded, wordlessly going to a cupboard and taking out a white marbled plate. That single piece of kitchenware probably cost more than her life insurance, but it was definitely aesthetic if nothing else. Silently Y/N plopped the omelette onto the plate, placing it on the kitchen counter and went to get him a fork, however when she turned around, he was facing her, chewing quite agressively on the inside of his cheek. “You okay?” she asked, coming closer. “I can call Lambert, reschedule it for later. He wouldn’t be too happy about having to wake up and then – “ But Harry shook his head. “It’s not that.” “Then what?” He didn’t say anything. It was like he was trying to decipher the best course of action, and when he ultimately did, Y/N was pressed up against the counter, Harry’s forehead against hers with two ring-clad hands cupping her cheeks. “Harry,” she breathed, out her lips brushing his making the air in her lungs hitch. “What are you doing?” “Something I’ve been dying to do for a year now. If you let me that is.” “I -,” The words were muddled up in her head. Of course, Y/N wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to ravish every part of her body. The fantasies and dreams she’d had at night would be incriminating proof if her feelings were on trial, but despite it all, her brain was usually in charge and would overrule any decision made by her heart. “Harry, we can’t.” She whispered, voice breaking. “I -,” Horror morphed onto his features as he took a step back. “Did I misread the signals? Did I do something you don’t wan –“ “No.” She grabbed onto his cheeks, trying to calm him down, his body practically melting into hers. “I do.” She didn’t need to explain what she meant. He understood. “So much it hurts me sometimes… but Harry, you’re my boss. My employer. It… it wouldn’t be right.” “Why? How can it not be right, when it feels like the rightest thing in the world?” “Because, Harry,” she huffed. “You’re my boss. And what’s worse – I love working for you!” That made both of them laugh, the tone of her voice as if she was more annoyed than anything else. “ ‘Nd why’s that bad?” He nudged her nose with his. “I’d hope my employees like working with me. What kind of a person would I be if I thrived on them being miserable?” “Because if I didn’t, quitting would be easy.” She raised her eyebrow at him. “And if I quit there’d be nothing stopping us from dating.” Harry bit his lip, finger trailing along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing stopping us now either. There is no clause in your contract that says you can’t date people who you work for or with. Sarah’s with Mitch, and they’re the happiest they’ve ever been. They’re even having a baby…” Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know. But that’s different. They’re on equal levels. You and I, however… I don’t want people to think I got my job because I slept with you, or some shit. It’s bad enough some already do so.” His brows furrowed, and Y/N saw how his jaw clenched. “Who?” “Strangers.” She shrugged. “I know you don’t look at comments like that online, but I see them. My DMs are filled with that. Gossip magazines. The point is – there are already unsubstantiated rumours about us. This would give them the confirmation they’d need.” “How can it confirm something that’s not true?” “There are still people who believe vaccines cause autism. Even when their ‘proof’ has been discredited and shown to be just complete bullshit, most don’t like to admit they’re wrong, so they’ll look for whatever tells them they’re right.” Harry huffed throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. “So, where does that leave us? In love, but without being able to do anything about it? Because I can’t.” He shook his head. “I won’t be able to just pass you by without kissing you, or not pull you into the bed when you wake me up, or press you against the wall and not have my head between these two gorgeous legs.” Y/N groaned slapping his chest and dropping her forehead against his peck. “That is so unfair. Why do you have to tease me like that!” “Oh, sweetheart.” The rumble was deep and shot a wave of heat straight to her core. “This is no teasing.” The smirk on his face when she looked up at him was shit-eating. “Trust me, if I was teasing, you’d be begging for me.” She’d imagined him between her thighs more times than it was appropriate considering he was her boss, but hot damn, did it feel amazing when his lips crashed onto hers, and she let him. In her dreams, his lips hadn’t been just pressed to her mouth but other places which were more south, but it was still one of the best feelings in the world. The kiss left them both breathless, and grinning and satisfied, yet begging for more, teeth nipping at the soft flesh. “I’ll put out an official statement, if you want,” Harry muttered against her mouth, unable to stop pecking her lips now that’d he’d gotten a taste. “But please, please, please… for both our sanities go out on a date with me.” It seemed like Y/N was the one contemplating the best plan of action now when her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, pressing and unpressing her lips, as the swelling from the kiss grew. “Did you by any chance have a piece of that omelette already?” She had a suspicion it wasn’t just from the kiss. His eyes widened, and then his head dropped to her shoulder. “Not again!” Y/N rolled her eyes lifting his face by the chin so he would look at her. “How about EpiPen first?” “Fair enough,” Harry grumbled unlatching himself from her and going for his keys and wallet, already preparing for the short drive they’d have to take. “But then a date?” She raised her eyebrow, taking out the box Harry now kept under the sink with at least three EpiPen’s for emergencies. “In a hospital?” “We could be going dumpster diving for all I care, and I’d count it as a date.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to do so much better than that; you’ve almost put me in anaphylactic shock twice. Now come on.” She motioned with her head towards the bathroom. “Stab me and take me to the ER.” “Fucking tomatoes,” Harry grumbled, taking her by the hand and not letting it go even for the short walk. “Tomato-tomato, you’re the one that kissed me.” “That I don’t regret.” Y/N smiled, turning towards him, and taking him by the nape of his neck pulled Harry down for one more kiss, groaning at the feeling of his tongue dancing against hers. “Y/N!” He pulled back with a gasp, shock on his face. She just shrugged her shoulders. “We’re already going to see the doctors anyway.” Harry pushed her shoulder and made her sit down onto the toilet. “Take your pants off before my kisses kill you.” “Yes, daddy.” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows as Harry moaned, squeezing her calf. His eyes were dark as he looked up at her. “Next time this happens, you’ll be begging me.” Her wicked smile was so full of happiness he couldn’t help the one that grew on his face. “I’ll be keeping you to it. Now, dear sir.” She handed him the EpiPen. “Hit me with your best shot.” And although it’d been now two times in their lives where Harry trying to do something good and make the other feel just as good had done pretty much the opposite, when they got to the emergency room, their smiles could be felt even under their masks Harry watched with blushing cheeks as Y/N explained the situation to the nurse, especially when one of them threw him an unsavoury glance, eyebrow raised high as if saying ‘again? One time wasn’t enough?’. “No more tomatoes.” He promised. “And also - it wasn’t on purpose!” Y/N squeezed his palm, chuckling. She may not be able to give a shot at eating a tomato, but she sure as hell was going to give Harry one. After all, she had almost died for the man. Twice.

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A/N: I’m at work and I wanted to write a bit for my book, but hahahahahahaha I can’t stop procrastinating. Also, this was something comepletely else centered around Christmas, then New Year and the Valentines, but I just couldn’t and it morphed into this. Maybe this Holiday season when it rolls around I’ll post it :D

P.S. if anyone’s had a septoplasty (repositioning of the septum) - how was it? how painful is it? kinda starting my journey towards it cause apparently I can’t breathe out of my left nostril, but I’m kinda scared ngl. I’ve read some horror stories about having holes and pieces of the cartilage fall out afterwards :///

P.S.S. what did ya think? my tags are always open, just drop a message if you wanna be added :)

P.S.S.S please don’t plagiarise or repost my work on other platforms (wattpad, AO3 etc)

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minshookie · 4 years ago

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Invasion of Privacy.

Pairing | mafia!yandere!Joon x Reader

Genre | smut, angst, gore, yandere.

Summary | “while Joon is at work unwanted company comes to visit, opening your eyes to unwanted secrets.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language , mentioned sexual acts, smut (just a little bit), violence, background character death, naive reader insert, dumbification, caretaker Joon.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N | I struggled LOL But it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy. Forgive my mistakes please 💜

“Ready for breakfast hm?” Joon Spoke softly head resting in the crook of your neck, blanketing you with his warm damp body. “Yeah I guess.” Butterflies still fluttering in your tummy from the activities you both just enjoyed. “Mm well I’m not trying for waffles today kitten I have to go to work, so think of something quick.” He yawned before taking the tender skin of your neck between his supple lips again, sucking you in nibbling playfully. “Joonie when will Mary be back, I like her breakfast.” Almost whining. He chucked against you, “I told you Mary will be back after she’s had her baby.”

Feeling pouty you huff no motivation to eat knowing he’ll be leaving you soon. yawing you simply shrugged away the idea of this mornings breakfast. “Cereal again hm? If you insist.” He groaned pulling his self up on his forearms, gazing down at your connected bodies, he glided out with ease sighing in pleasure. Leaving you feeling empty yet warmly stuffed full. “I’ll be back, you stay put.” He began to walk towards the closet, watching silently in admiration. “Wait!” Stopping he turned. “Panties?” You request, fully knowing he’d get them for you. “Panties...of course.” He swiftly turned pulling some from the drawer. You reached for them, softly swatting your hand he went to your legs. “Up.” Complying, you let him dress your bottom half. “Being needy this morning i see,need a shirt too?” You nodded, letting him dress you again. “Alright cereal coming right up babybug.” He gave you a sweet Eskimo kiss before leaving.

His heavy steps thumped the hardwood stars, getting softer and softer before they disappeared. Never could you have imagined a simple round of dates would land you here, wrapped in Eucalyptus sheets, in the middle of a giant bed, upstairs of a Manson. Getting loved daily by a man with millions to his name. Your face began to grow warmer of subtle humiliation as you felt your heat drip of him. This whole situation felt like a long, long fairytale dream and you were loving every minute of it. Your reminiscing was cut short by the thudding of Joon’s feet coming up the stairs, finally he renters a smile on his face dimples prominent. Obviously proud of his limited culinary skills.

“A sugary cereal for the sweetest person I know, and a fruit cup too.” He walked slowly with he bed table careful not to spill. “c’mon get up and eat.” You sat up wide eyed ready for the meal he set before you. “What do you say greedy girl?” He held you back from the simple breakfast. “Thank you Joonie.” He nodded in approval letting go. “Remember, drink your milk, clean up your mess...eat all your fruit.”

He walked to the bathroom letting you eat in peace. You obliged his orders enjoying your modest breakfast quickly. Soon though, you started swaying the rose gold spoon around in the matching bowl watching the bland cereal chase each other. You’d finished all the marshmallows, you knew Joon would protest. Finishing the milk you began to pluck your favorites from the small fruit bowl, growing bored rather quickly.

“Joonie!” You beckoned, cheek full of berries. “yeah!” He yelled over the heavy patter of the shower. ��Can I watch TV?” Tightly you closed your eyes in wishful thinking. “No Princess, it’s too early you know that, don’t you?!” You huffed, swallowing your fruit. “Yes!” He didn’t respond expecting you to eat the rest if your breakfast, in your true fashion you ignored the kiwi and bland cereals uneaten in protest of no early morning TV.

Annoyingly you shifted uncomfortably along the plush mattress once again. The once comforting fullness you felt now just starting to make an unpleasant mess...“Joonie!” “Y/n!” He yelled back while exiting the bathroom, his body glistening the scent of his masculine body wash and cologne engulfing the room. “I need to shower, I’m making a mess.” You stated shyly, making him smile in laughter.

“A mess huh, why don’t you take care of it?” He asked knowingly making you pout, he walked closer picking up the clear bowl, kiwi left behind. “Ah, eat this.” He held the green fruit between his fingers. “Eat one at least.” He rubbed it along your parted lips, you obliged his glare making you feel small. “Do I have to start giving you my cereal seems your tummy is getting full on sweets before you make it to the real breakfast?” Teasing he took it upon himself to finish the cereals.

“What do you say?” “Sorry for not finishing.” no way could you disobey him. “Good,Tell me about this mess though.” He inquired placing a kiwi slice in his mouth, walking to his suit closet letting his towel fall, he was already clad in his briefs. “You know!” He chuckled “I do? Oh is it my cum baby?” He stated lewdly while pulling out a dark suit. “Joon c’mon!” You whined, moving the the table. “Well Y/n if you wanted my help you should’ve joined me in the shower, you spoiled little brat.” He began to get dressed, “go wipe, go shower, and I’ll have someone clean the sheets yeah?” You rolled from the warm bed, a breeze catching your wet spot. “Yeah.” He smoothed the suit out over him , choosing a belt. “C’mon, I’m going to work big girl panties y/n go clean up please.” You took your time to walk past him , secretly wanting him to stay. You hoped he’d feel bad if you played hurt, or incapable of washing up maybe he’d stay late to help.

With a sigh of disapproval he turned from watching you walk begrudgingly in the mirror, giving your bottom a firm tap. “Now please so I can see you before I go okay?” Nodding you did as told, your scheme unsuccessful you resorted to complying. Striping and folding your clothes before throwing them in the hamper. Pulling the body wash, hand picked by Joon you lathered and showered as throughly and quickly as you could. Examining the dark areas he’d left behind, your neck,legs, and stomach, even scattering some along your pelvic area. Namjoon was extremely through when putting his claim over you, not like he had any competition. “All day kitten?” He knocked lightly on the door. The time spent Wandering in your thoughts taking a little longer than Joon’s liking you followed routine rinsing and turning off the water, drying you left with the plush towel around you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, an outfit laid over his thigh. “All dry?” You nodded catching a slight shiver, “you sure?” He called you over with a finger, tenderly he unwrapped you taking it upon himself to make sure you were dried, helping dress you as well. “When do you have to go Joon?” “Now.” Sighing you fell into his chest for a hug. “Yeah yeah, c’mon I gotta go love.” He kissed your cheek. “Kiss me before I go.” You pulled out of the crook of his neck latching onto his lips. Grabbing your neck he took the lead invading your mouth lustfully with his own. “Still taste sweet hm, remember to brush your teeth, lunch at twelve,have a snack around four, I’ll be home for dinner...and do not open the door.” You nodded your hands still in his. “I have a friend downstairs okay anything you can’t take care of...and I don’t mean the little things...ask him okay?” “Okay.” You crawled into bed avoiding the soiled area.

He got up smoothing his suit over again. “Uhm Joonie-” “I know I know.” He threw the remote to you before leaving. “See you later my pretty girl, remember I’ll know if you’re naughty. ” You smile turning on the TV. “See you later.”

After tedious hours of watching, and flipping through channels you enviably you became extremely bored with the flashing pictures playing before you. The nap you’d gifted yourself earlier began to wear off, you were sure it’s already been two hours, nobody’s came for the sheets. Strange of the morning staff to forget that. Rolling your eyes, you brushed off their neglect sitting up from the bed striping the stained sheets.

As bored as you were, you didn’t mind the walk down to the wash room. Once you gained balance of the heavy load, the trek began, only able to peak over the large bundle the stairs were a challenge. Once conquered you repositioned the bundle in your arms beginning to weigh on you. “Hey I brought the sheets for you!” Too lazy to complete the mission at hand, you tossed the sheets on the nearest couch, throwing yourself in the seat next to them. “Hello?!” Nobody seemed to call back as you voice deflected off of the walls. No way would they leave you all alone.

You stood from your seat, leaving the laundry behind as curiosity got the best of you. Where had everyone gone? You could’ve sworn you heard Joon conversing with them before he left. Roaming past the kitchen, Joon’s left his cutting board and knife out fruit juice displayed across the marble surface. Nobodies been on their job, and to think of it you haven’t seen or heard Joon’s friend he’d left for you yet.

You hated being alone, and Joon knew that. He wouldn’t leave you that way. Meandering down the elongated hall, which located staff bedrooms leaving a firm knock on the door....nothing. Fear draped over you the silence becoming too loud, taking panicked strides leaving the hall. Wandering the house looking for any other life form. Until you met face to face with a forbidden room. Joon’s office. Throwing rules away you griped the stubborn knob. Locked damn. “Help.” Whimpering like a kicked puppy you kept searching. “Joonie.” Wandering around, like you were lost in your own house, you skipped down the small flight of stairs, the washroom maybe they’re in there ...a dumb thought but this is the only room you haven’t rampaged.

Swinging the fragile door, a pungent rusting scent crashed into you. “And who the fuck are you?” Frozen in the door frame your brain fell blank. A group of men you’d never met covered in drying blood. The staff and who seemed to be Jungkook, sat lifelessly bound by their legs and arms in chairs in a perfect line. “Where’d come from?” Unable to speak you stared into the glossed eyes of people you once called friends. “Where’d you fucking come from!” Your mouth dried nervously, unsure what to answer...“Bed-bedroom ups-stairs.” They shared a look with each other, the only visible feature being their eyes. “Well you see these dunces doll...they lied...you won’t do that huh?” You shook your head, “Jungkook...he doesn’t lie.” They all laughed in frenzy. “No but he sure does fight back, don’t do that either...c’mon over here princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You stepped only one step closer, in fear of getting near the corpses. “Alright, heard...who are you?” Fiddling with your shirt you looked to your toes. “C’mon baby answer honestly or I’ll have to...sit you down.” You looked up, hot tears piercing your eyes begging to fall. “I’m y/n...Joon’s girlfriend.” Nodding in approval, someone in the back butted in. “He fuck you good?”You sniffled, looking back and forth between the few of them. “Don’t answer that, we don’t give a fuck about that....here’s the real test, where’s Namjoon hiding hmm?”

Oh, that’s easy, “Joon...he’s at work.” Scoffing in disbelief he reached behind him into his back pocket. “One more time cutie, where’s your little boyfriend.” Wide eyed your mouth quivered with no words. “I told you he’s at work.” He turned to his darkly dressed men “get a fucking chair, you y/n go sit in it.” You turned to run, a gun shot landed above you dry wall crumbling. “Sit your tight ass in that chair, or the next bullet will be buried in your chest.” Frozen in your tracks, you knew siting would land you right where Jungkook was. “Kim Namjoon is at work you won’t find him here!” Shaken you peered over your shoulder.

“Okay...okay, where does he work huh?” You turned back towards the stairs. “Uhm...I-I I’m not sure...big business I think, he has suits and a home office and people p-people follow him-” your rambling in cold sweat was cut short by the sound of bullets ricocheting along the cement walls. “Get out of the fucking way you dense bitch!” Unable to see your hero you rushed past him bolting away as quick as you could, blinded by tears. Eventually you fumbled into someone. “Hey hey y/n you hurt?” “JOONIE!” You climbed him his voice mesmerizing you. “Joonie it was disgusting, joonie please help.” The commotion still echoing in the wash room, Joon took his large hands over your ears guiding you upstairs into your shared room.

Finally silence to comfort you a wave of anger rushed over you as you processed your situation. Your ears pulsating. “Y/n...I’m so sorry princess.” All you could do was fall back onto the bare mattress. “Please do- who are they?” He sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “Business rivals.” He leans a leg on the maters caressing your thigh. “Joon don’t fucking lie I almost died.” He swatted your exposed tummy. “Hey don’t talk to me like that y/n.” Tears of anger replacing fear, “is this a game to you am I a damn toy to you...Joon I know you’re not telling me the truth and it hurts.”

He sat on the bed with an aggravated groan, you laid back staring at the smooth ceiling. “Y/n it’s best if you don’t know.” “Joon I’ll leave. Tonight i almost got my brai-” he darkly chuckled cutting you off “and to where, c’mon where?” You breathed deeply with anger. “I’ll- uhm...” “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, face it you’d be fucked over without me.” You rolled over, you could scream your figure shook in frustration. “I’ve pulled you in and treated you like a queen and you want to leave because you had to dodge a bullet?” “Please stop, Joon I’m leaving.” You sat up only to be pushed down, “you’ll die without me bitch, there are eyes on you, you take one step out of my house your just as good bounty as me.” What bullshit has this motherfucker pulled you into.

“Plus I’ve had you here, dumbed you down so much you can’t even shower right, let alone live alone, I feed your ass, wipe your ass, clean your disgusting ass, dress you, protect you, service waiting on you every damn hour of the day...fuck you how you please never how I please and yet you wanna go?!” Tears spilled from you, he straddled you peering maliciously, never has Joon spoken to you this way.

In surprise the door swung open, making your stomach drop, Yoongi’s face speckled red. “Joon it’s Guk he’s dead.” “Get out.” His voice flat no emotion present Yoongi obliged slamming the door on his way. “You even got one of my men-” “no.” You earned a slap like no other for cutting him off “I’ve trained you so much better, so much better than to cut me off and to snitch on me...I was at work huh...they wouldn’t find me here huh?” You couldn’t respond, the left side of your face throbbing from the assault. “Once I caught word of the invasion I check the cameras for you and low and behold your mouth never fucking shut...saving yourself? Fucking cunt.” You looked away from his accusing gaze.

“No words? Just how I like you...now be a good girl, apologize.” “I love-e you joo-nie I’m sorry.” You recite from memory. “I love you too, don’t ever disobey me again, and don’t you dare try to leave if you do, I’ll blow the little brains you have let by myself.” Tears pooled your face causing him to smirk. “Remember I own you, everything you are, everything you want, everything you believe, is mine to keep.”

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toh-writings · 4 years ago

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Fortunes of Love pt 3 (Eda x OC)

Summary:

King has a bad day and now has to try and face a problem he is not at all prepared to deal with.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Eda grumbled at the morning, all but collapsed on the kitchen counter. Luz was just getting ready for school so she could call her friends. Eda didn’t fully understand why she needed to call them before school. She was going to see them soon enough anyway, but whatever. It made the kid happy.

She gave a big yawn, at least attempting to stand up a bit straighter as Luz stumbled into the room.

“Good morning, Eda!”

She grumbled some sort of greeting but Luz hardly even noticed. She was far too busy eating the breakfast that was sat out for her. Eda shook her head, a fond smile on her face. She could put anything out and Luz would eat it. The girl just paid so little attention, she was so eager to meet with her friends. While she ate, Eda got herself some apple blood.

“Eda, can I walk to school with Gus and Willow today?”

She hummed thoughtfully, looking over to the clock, then shrugged.

“I don’t see why not, kiddo.”

But before she had even finished the sentence, Luz was already grabbing her bag to leave. She paused at the door a moment, before running back over to the kitchen and giving her mentor a big hug. It took a moment for Eda to process, but when she did she hugged the girl back. Soon enough, she was rushing for the door again.

“Thanks for breakfast, Eda! Have a good day!” The door slammed shut before Eda could give her own goodbye.

She was putting her mug in the sink when she heard little footsteps running upstairs, then an odd series of thuds that sounded suspiciously like someone falling down the stairs, punctuated by a little squeak. She snorted out a laugh and smirked when King came stumbling into the kitchen, looking around frantically. After a moment of searching, he looked disappointed, body sagging.

“Did Luz leave already?”

“Yeah, she had to leave early.”

“Oh… I wanted to say goodbye before she left.”

He bowed his head, sadly walking to the kitchen table, only struggling a little to get up onto a chair.

“Don’t worry, you have the whole weekend to spend time with her.” Eda tried to encourage him, giving him his own plate of eggs for breakfast. It seemed to help a little bit. At the very least he wasn’t slouching while he ate. Good enough.

Eda gave another yawn.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a nap.”

King looked up at her as she left the room, a look of concern on his face.

“Already?” He asked, hopping off the chair to dash to her side. He clutched at the skirt of her dress, stopping her retreat. “But it’s still early! Are you feeling okay? Is it the curse? Did you take your elixir today?”

Eda huffed, pushing the small demon off herself, forceful but not hard enough to hurt him.

“I’m fine. I took my elixir already and I’m gonna head to the market later to get more. I just..” She gave another yawn. “I just need to nap first.”

She walked on despite King’s protests, collapsing onto the couch and promptly falling asleep. King gave an indignant noise, crossing his arms.

“Fine then! I have my own things to do anyway.” He stomped off only to return a moment later with a blanket. He draped it over Eda, making sure it covered her up. “Okay, now I’m going!” He ran off again.

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Morning turned into afternoon without much fuss. Everything was quiet and peaceful, the only sound being King as he assembled his army of stuffed soldiers upstairs and acted the wars to come when he regained his power the occasional annoying sound from Hooty. King found it suspicious. Eda should have made some sort of sound by now, maybe yell about going to the market or bumping around in the kitchen. He should probably go check on her.

He tried to be quiet as he walked downstairs, peering into the living room.

“Oh."

In the middle of the living room was what at first looked like a giant pile of gray feathers. But of course, King quickly realized it wasn’t since it was breathing, it’s massive side rising and falling slowly. That was Eda! She had turned into her owl form after all. Well, at the very least she was still sleeping.

King inched forward ever so slowly, now more than ever needed to keep as quiet as physically possible. He hid behind the couch, trying to get control of his breathing. When he had calmed down at least a little peered out at the giant beast in the middle of the living room. She still slept soundly, so he tried scooting a little closer. Then a little closer. Then even a little more. He managed to get all the way to her face without waking her up.

“Eda?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. He had to actively restrain himself from bapping her face. As much as it would make him feel better, it would also probably get him killed. The only response to his whisper was a loud snore.

Alright, this was no problem! He just had to get some of her elixirs! Then she would turn back to normal!

He tiptoed out of the room, ever so careful, but once he was in the hallway he ran up the stairs to Eda’s room.

“Alright,” he said to himself, looking around the slightly messy room. “If I was an elixir, where would I be?”

He remembered Eda opening a chest before, so he looked through a couple of chests she had around the room. He gave an irritated huff at every chest that held nothing but books and junk. Then there was only one left. He opened it with a triumphant “Ah-ha!”

It held nothing but empty bottles.

“Oh. That’s not good.”

Looked like Eda was out of her elixir. He remembers she did mention having to go to the market for more earlier. Well, he guessed he would just have to get it for her. It wasn’t like she was in any state to get it herself.

He snuck back downstairs, peering back over the couch at where Eda still slept. She hadn’t moved an inch, snoring away. Maybe he could get to the market and back before she woke up. He definitely needed to get back before Luz returned from school. So, he snuck out the front door, trying to open it without a squeak and close it without a slam.

“Watcha doin’, hoot hoot!”

Hooty’s screech nearly made King jump out of his skin. He turned on the door with a glare and a loud “Sshhhhhh!”

“Eda’s sleeping, don’t wake her up! She turned into her owl form again. I’m heading to the market to get her more of that elixir. Can you keep her in the house?”

“You got it, hoot hoot!”

And as annoying as the owl was, at least he lowered his voice. That would have to do.

King ran all the way to the market. Well, he mostly ran. He had very short legs, after all, so he needed a few breaks. Still, he managed to make good time all things considered. He was at the market within the half-hour. Now he just needed to remember where the elixir stand was…

He spent more time than he would have liked just wandering. He knew what the stand looked like, he even knew what the guy running it looked like. Still, there were a lot of stands, even if he knew the general area.

Finally, he saw the familiar stand not far away. He dashed over, taking a few hops before managing to grab the edge of the counter and climbing up.

“Hey! Potion man! I need your help!”

A young man on the other side of the counter jumped at King’s shouting.

“I’m sorry! Can I help you?”

“Yeah, you can give me Eda’s elixir now before I send my dark armies to destroy you!”

He looked at King for a moment, confused, before something seemed to click into place.

“Oh! You’re Eda’s pet, aren’t you?”

“I am no pet! I am her close friend and confidant! And I’m here to pick up her elixir.”

The man looked upset, glancing to the side before looking back at King.

“I already told Eda, it won’t be ready for another five days!”

“What!!”

“She ordered more two days ago and I told her then that it would be ready in a week. I still need five more days to finish it.”

“But she needs it now!” King said, definitely not whining. The King of Demons did not whine.

“I’m sorry, my hands are tied! You can’t rush these things or the elixir won’t even work.”

King huffed and puffed, stomping his feet before devolving into his scream of rage, a high pitched squeak that made everyone in the nearby area stare and snicker. His tantrum was only stopped when unfamiliar hands picked him up. He struggled in their arms, hitting and kicking anything he could reach.

“Unhand me, fiend! I must destroy this potion man!”

“Why? What’s going on here?”

King calmed down a little bit when he heard the familiar voice, turning in the arms to glare up at their face. Niliana looked down at him, a look of concern and confusion on her face. Perfect! She and Eda were friends or business partners or something, right? She could help!

“I need to get Eda’s elixir from this guy, but he won’t give it to me!” He shouted, crossing his arms and glaring at the man. HE looked and sounded every part a grumpy child not getting his way. At least it was about something important.

“I can’t give it to you, it’s not done yet.” He replied, words slow and emphasized in an attempt to get it across to the small demon.

The older witch looked between the two, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.

“Okay, Eda needs this elixir of hers, but it’s not ready yet.”

The man nodded.

“When will it be ready?”

“Five days.”

“Okay. Then we’ll be back in five days.”

“But-” King tried to speak up.

“We’ll be back in five days, right King?”

He huffed and looked away, still very aggravated with the turn of events. Finally, he gave a resigned nod.

“Fine. But it better be ready!”

Niliana gave a little bow to the man and walked away, the grumbling demon still held in one arm. She climbed onto the staff in her other hand and flew off, headed to the forest King had come from. He was thinking so hard he hadn’t even noticed they were flying right away.

“Where’s the house?”

King pointed at the general direction. The few minutes it took to get there were spent in silence.

King had no idea what he was going to do now. Eda had been taken over by her curse. She was an angry monster now with no way to turn her back. What was he going to tell Luz? How were they supposed to handle this over the next five days? He really didn’t know what to think. He wished this had never happened. He just wanted Eda back.

They landed a few feet from the house. King gave a sad little thank, dropping off the staff. For a moment, he just sat there before forcing himself to his feet. Still, he didn’t walk to the house, just looked at it as his worries grew.

He heard the witch behind him shuffle about before sitting next to him.

“King, what’s going on? What does Eda need the elixir for?”

He tried to look angry when he looked up to her, but that was hard to do when he was also trying to fight back tears. He debated whether or not it was even a good idea to tell her, but they really good use her help. He really didn’t want to go back into that house alone.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone else!”

“I promise.”

“Pinky promise!”

She did so, and that was enough reassurance for King. He told her everything he knew about Eda’s curse, which granted wasn’t much. She was cursed when she was younger and if she doesn’t drink her elixirs she turns into a giant owl monster that attacks anything that moves.

“Which is why I was at the market.” He finished. “Eda’s out so I thought I’d get her some more. Now she’s stuck as a monster and I don’t know what to do!”

Niliana hummed thoughtfully, looking over to the house. After some time she got up, hand clenched around her staff tightly.

“Alright, we can handle this.”

“We can?” King asked, shocked. “You’re going to help us?”

“Of course. I’m not about to just leave you all like this. Someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Thank you!” He shouted, throwing himself at the witch. She managed to catch him in her arm, smiling as he gave her the best hug he could manage. They both looked to those, silent as they thought over what to do next.

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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and i found them! the actual ac unit snippet was hiding with the last one, so i thought i’d just drop them both here 😅 your appreciation means the world to me 🌼

💉the broken ac unit snippet [not the previous choppy summary, but the actual snippet that was hiding with erwintholomew’s]

it’s summer—dry heat, humidity, and warm winds all around. oc has been working in the outdoor makeshift hospital for her month’s rotation shift. tents of covid cases have been overflowing. it’s patient after patient, and she’s in PPE—full-on hazmat suit for 8 hours (sometimes more). food and water breaks between shifts aren’t feasible because they’re saving suits, bathroom breaks are timed before or after she suits up. it was literally hell.

levi’s been noticing his roomie coming home even more exhausted than usual. sometimes, she just goes to the kitchen and drinks down two glasses of water before heading for a nap. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. she looked like she’s lost a bit of weight. she was always a little paler and seemed to be wilted these days. he’s been trying to quietly shoulder a bit more of her chores, but he’s also pretty amazed at how she manages to keep up.

it was on a saturday afternoon when he found out. he had work and errands to run and some packages to send to his mom. he knocks on his roomie’s door to ask if she wanted him to do anything for her. he’s willing to do her groceries or make her dinner if it meant seeing her eat something other than instant ramen or a peanut butter sandwich. her muffled voice bids him to come in.

oc: oh heya

she gives him a tired wave. she’s sitting on her bed, reading something on her tablet. the first thing levi notices is that it’s way too fucking hot. her room is neat with a bit of a mess, a few notebooks strewn around her bed and a shirt hanging on the study chair, but obviously clean. the fan she has turned on was doing nothing to alleviate the heat though.

levi: you know you can turn your ac up in this heat right?

oc gives a tired chuckle at that.

oc: it’s been broken for a few weeks, but don’t worry! i already got a new one

levi is pretty speechless, considering that the heat wave has only been getting worse for the past month. she points to the unopened giant box crowding the space by her work desk.

oc: work’s just been exhausti—busy lately, but i’ll get around to it. i just need to switch them out and take the old one to recycling downstairs.

levi honestly doesn’t have anything to say to that because what the hell—

oc: did you need something?

he snaps out of it.

levi: i’m—i’m going out for errands. want me to get you anything?

oc: oh, are you passing by the pharmacy?

he wasn’t planning on it, but levi nods.

oc: yeah hang on, lemme just write the prescription for my pills. thank you!

levi shuts her door and speedwalks to his room. he knows he’s being irrational, and he knows that it isn’t his fault but fuck, she’s been living like that for weeks on top of all her work. he turns up his ac unit, rolls down his blinds, and fluffs the pillows on his bed before pulling the covers down. he knows that he could offer the suggestion of sleeping on the couch in their living room (they had an ac unit there after all), but no. she deserves better than that.

when levi walks back to her room, oc’s head peeps out of the door.

oc: here, i just need three boxes and i can cashapp you the payment.

levi grunts, taking the prescription and folding it into his pocket.

levi: come with me.

oc is pretty taken aback at his gruff tone, and she wonders what’s gotten him in a twist. she’s on the verge of passing out because work has been brutal and she has a golden weekend, so she was planning to catch up on a lot of rest. she follows quietly, wanting to quickly resolve whatever this was. her roomie’s always been a little...weird. it gets weirder when she realizes that he’s leading her to his room. cold air hits her when he opens the door and ushers her in, and she feels reborn.

levi: you can rest here for now

oc’s eyes widen at that. they’ve been roomies for over a year now, and respecting personal spaces has always been a huge factor contributing to their civil harmony as roommates.

oc: levi, it’s fine! i can’t, really! i don’t want to intrude, and besides, it’s fine, i—i’ve been alright anywa—

she’s cut off when he starts nudging (pushing) her towards the bed.

levi: seriously, i’ll be out the whole afternoon.

her but’s and what-if’s and i’m-fine’s fall on deaf ears. her roomie maneuvers her expertly and practically trips her to make her fall onto the bed. when her back hits the soft mattress, she feels a wave of fatigue hit. then he’s guiding her head towards the pillows while she mumbles about feeling like she’s overstepping, but levi’s room was cold and comfortable. the bed was a cloud, cool and soft and dragging her further into sleep. she feels the covers pulled up around her shoulders, and darkness claims her.

levi leaves quietly after shutting down the fan in her room. his afternoon is spent running some on-the-ground tasks for projects for work and personal errands. he does take an impromptu trip to the old deli near their place to buy some cuts of beef and a cheap bottle of red wine for a stew. he wonders if he’s breaching boundaries, but he makes an impulsive decision for once. he’ll drag her to dinner if he has to, she looks like she hasn’t had a decent meal in days. when he gets home, it’s late afternoon, but the sun was still up in all its scorching heat. he disinfects the goods thoroughly before heading for a shower himself. oc is still sleeping soundly when he checks in on her [levi thoughts: good, she really fucking needs it]. he goes into her room and replaces her broken ac unit, easily installing the new one and padding up the sides tightly. he brings the old one down before sweeping up the dust in her room that has settled from his handiwork. he turns it on to test it, and her room cools in minutes. satisfied, he leaves the ac unit on and starts dinner.

oc comes to slowly, mind still clouded and heavy from sleep. everything around her is blurry and she’s engulfed in softness smelling of black tea and spearmint. the realization of where she is hits like a freight train and this wakes her right up. the time on the clock by the bed says it’s almost half-past seven, and oc panics. she’s overstepped, her roomie’s gonna be pissed, and oh god, she didn’t mean to take that long of a nap. she practically runs out of his room. levi is setting two places at their table when she dashes in. a pot of stew was simmering on the stove. he looks up and just points to her meds.

levi: it’s already been disinfected.

oc opens her mouth for what was going to be a long apology when levi interrupts her before she even begins.

levi: i also installed your new ac unit. the broken one’s already at recycling.

oc’s eyes widen and she can feel tears welling up because it’s been weeks of exhaustion and uncomfortable hot nights and she’s been trying to find enough strength to do that and—

levi goes tomato-red when his roomie launches herself at him and wraps her arms around his shoulders tightly. he can hear her voice quivering, tone hovering on about-to-blubber-and-cry, repeatedly thanking him and apologizing for overstepping and he kind of just stands there for a moment. he pats her back awkwardly, wondering how to respond to her and decides to keep quiet and let her break the hug first. she might actually cry if he pushes her away.

oc lets him go gently, a little embarrassed at her outburst but she gives him a small smile and mutters a soft “sorry.”

levi: cut the apologies, brat. i offered. it’d be inhumane to let you sleep in that heat.

oc is about to argue when he fixes her with a glare that makes her sigh. she presses her palms into her cheeks in resignation.

levi: come on, i made dinner. you really need to eat something other than synthetic garbage and peanut butter.

oc sniffles and giggles. levi sets the food down and takes a seat beside her. he freezes when she grasps his hand.

oc: really, levi, thank you

levi shrugs (absolutely melting at her smile). he doles out servings of stew and rice, and they have a quiet dinner.

💉erwin’s own private gym in his penthouse snippet [in which erwin’s not even in this snippet, but he and his gym are catalysts of sorts]

it’s a rare occurrence that oc wakes before noon on her days off. so when she bumbles into the kitchen at 7am, craving for some tea and the little tiramisu her patient from work gave her, she bumps into levi. levi—also fresh out bed and only clad in boxer shorts. plaid dark pink ones that did wonders for his ass.

oc, completely forgetting that she’s in an oversized shirt that goes past her shorts and that her hair is a mess, stops mid-stride. her jaw drops. levi is built. not to any extreme body-builder kind to any extent. but he was fit and holy fuck his back alone was oh wow. yeah, she’s awake. levi turns at the sound of footsteps and has to suppress his smirk because oc’s appraisal was very very distracting, affirming, and ego-boosting. he thinks his roomie doesn’t even realize she is gawking [levi thoughts: she looks way too fucking cute and soft for someone half dead from a toxic shift yesterday and he wants to run his hands through her hair and knead the knots out of her shoulders and feel those legs—].

he truly has to hold in his laughter when oc literally goes “what the fuck” while waving around her hands gesturing to his abs and pecs. oc squints in the midst of her appraisal.

oc: how do you maintain all that in a pandemic??

levi sets down another mug and pours out more tea while explaining that erwin, who lives in the penthouse suite of the complex, has his own home gym. levi, hange, and moblit have exclusive access to it because they’re friends, they live in the same complex, they all work from home plus they clean up and help him maintain it.

levi: it’s a lot safer than public gyms.

oc is still chewing on this information while now blatantly staring at his thighs.

levi: i’m pretty sure erwin will let you use it too if you’re looking for someplace to work out. i can ask him if you want.

he adds some milk to her tea before walking over to oc and handing her a steaming mug of chai. he does this on purpose just to get a reaction out of her because he is absolutely basking in this. she is usually very composed and almost nothing fazes her, and he thinks he’s never seen her flush this deep. oc snaps out of it as she thanks him for the tea. she just nods, her eyes a little glazed over and unfocused.

oc: oh, th—that’s nice. i’ll think about it.

she primly grabs her tiramisu and walks back to her room, leaving levi smirking in their kitchen. she has thoughts that need processing.

oc thoughts: erwin happens to be filthy rich and roomie-free and can afford a penthouse. he dedicated a room in his penthouse to a fully-equipped gym. this is some really good chai. she pretty much stared at her roomie, with his knowledge, very disrespectfully at seven in the morning. her roommate is hot. pretty. cute. sexy. his voice—how has she never noticed? arms? abs? those thighs?? all of the above??? anyway, that v down his hips, his chest—yeah, her vibrator’s batteries die that night, and she’ll have to remember to get new ones after work. this is very for her, very bad indeed.

this was the h-word snippet 🥵 LMAO i had to give oc a little something because this isn’t one-sided after all 😌

SDKJSGHLF;DS ANON YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR MIND YOU’RE A LITTLE GENIUS YOU KNOW THAT!!! INCREDIBLE!!

when levi walks back to her room, oc’s head peeps out of the door.

oc: here, i just need three boxes and i can cashapp you the payment.

levi grunts, taking the prescription and folding it into his pocket.

levi: come with me.

THIS PART!! IS SO LEVI!! I’M OBSESSED!! I’m obsessed with the whole concept of him just... affectionately forcing her to nap in his room because it’s the least he can do to help ease her pain, and show that he cares; but this right here!! The way he had no intentions of going to the pharmacy, but is going to help her out anyway!! Begrudgingly taking the perscription, and immediately changing the subject away from the topic of her paying him back!! So good!! (And why do I get the feeling that he never accepted her cashapp lmaooo).

oc is about to argue when he fixes her with a glare that makes her sigh. she presses her palms into her cheeks in resignation.

levi: come on, i made dinner. you really need to eat something other than synthetic garbage and peanut butter.

oc sniffles and giggles. levi sets the food down and takes a seat beside her. he freezes when she grasps his hand.

oc: really, levi, thank you

levi shrugs (absolutely melting at her smile).

ALSO HERE!! I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know but the casual insulting her dinners lmaoo only to help her out; it’s the showing affection without outright saying it’s affection that’s so GOOD!! I’M OBSESSED!!

AND THE WHOLE GYM SEQUENCE!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! LOVE LEVI BEING JUST A LITTLE COCKY!! GOOD FOR HIM!! HE’S ATTRACTIVE!! HE SHOULD KNOW IT!! PLS but oc being just a little shameless and telling him how good he looks and just staring without feeling guilty LMFAOO GOOD FOR HER TOO!! GOOD FOR THEM!!

#💉 anon #PLEASE i need to see more of oc and erwin interacting if he can handle it PLEASE!!!#you don't understand i am OBSESSED!!!!!#long post

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years ago

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Secret Love Part 4 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note:

Warnings: cursing, discussion of sexual activities

Word Count: 3,911

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You’d tossed and turned for almost an hour before you had eventually drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by the Denver sunrise spilling through the window. Groaning softly you made a mental note for the shopping trip...curtains...Cale definitely needed curtains. Laying on the couch, you played on your phone for a few minutes before the need to use the bathroom finally took over.

After knocking quietly on Cale’s door with no response, you cracked it open hoping to sneak through to the bathroom without disturbing him. As you tiptoed across his bedroom floor, you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall on him. As expected, he was shirtless, blankets falling only midway up his exposed chest. His hair was a mess, and a relaxed expression covered his face. Quietly closing the bathroom door behind you, you chastised yourself for the heat that flooded through you. You were just friends and despite his now single status, that was all this was ever going to be.

Relieving yourself, you then quickly brushed your teeth before quietly moving back to the living room, easing his door shut behind you. His parents were going to be here in about an hour and after starting a pot of coffee you examined the contents of Cale’s fridge and cabinets. Finding bacon, eggs, and pancake mix you decided to make everyone breakfast. It was as you were moving around the kitchen that Cale finally appeared, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“You’re making breakfast?” He murmured, leaning in to kiss the top of your head.

“I am…” You smiled, checking on the bacon in the oven as you scrambled eggs in a pan on the stove. Cale poured himself a cup of coffee and you felt his eyes on you once more.

“Anything I can do?” He questioned after a moment.

“Get some plates?” You requested. “How do you want your eggs?” The clatter of plates filled your ears for a moment as Cale set plates beside you.

“However you’re making them is perfect.” He insisted, sharing a warm grin now that he was a little bit more awake. Nodding you took one of the plates and scooped a hefty portion of eggs onto it before pulling the bacon from the oven and the pancakes from where they were keeping warm in the microwave and piling those onto the plate as well.

“Eat up.” You grinned, turning to place the plate in front of one of the bar stools at the island. Doing another batch of eggs quickly you set everything aside to keep warm before serving yourself a much smaller portion. Taking a seat beside him, you shook your head as you watched Cale continue to dig into his breakfast. The moment felt a little too domestic and natural so you were thankful when there was a knock at the door that signaled that Laura and Gary had arrived.

It wasn’t long after that before you were quickly getting ready and heading out with Laura to go shopping for things for Cale’s apartment. The first place you stopped was Starbucks and then you were off to a local shopping center to do some damage.

“You seem more relaxed…” Laura mentioned as she sat waiting for the light to turn green.

“Yeah uh...we talked after dinner last night. We’re good.” You shrugged. Yes you were close with Laura, but you really didn’t want to tell her the details of your friendship with her son. She seemed to accept that because she nodded and smiled.

“Good. I’m glad.” Her response ended the subject and instead she focused on the task ahead. “So you’ve spent a decent amount of time in Cale’s apartment...what does he still need other than what he mentioned to me?”

“Well curtains would be good. Waking up to the sun isn’t always ideal.” You said, a yawn slipping from your throat. “He could also use a throw blanket for the couch.” You added, pondering over what comforts Cale’s apartment seemed to be missing that would make it feel more like a home.

Wandering through aisles, Laura did most of the shopping, occasionally asking for your thoughts on something before either tossing it into the cart or putting it back on the shelf. As you walked through the aisle containing photo frames you paused.

“What do you think about surprising him with some pictures?” You suggested. He had a couple pieces of ‘artwork’ but there really weren’t any family photos to be found as far as you could see.

“Why don’t you take the reins on that?” Laura replied, a soft look you couldn’t place filling her eyes as she handed you her phone. “Text yourself anything from my camera roll.” As she looked through possible throw pillows, you quickly scanned through the pictures, texting yourself a half dozen that would be perfect. Agreeing to meet up in about fifteen minutes, you headed back to the instant photo machine, plugging your phone in to print the pictures from Laura’s gallery as well as a couple from your own. Satisfied with what you had, you moved back to the frames, picking out one for each photo before moving to find some command strips to hang them with.

On the car ride back to Cale’s place, you worked to get each photo into a frame. By the time Laura pulled back into the garage you were finished and you helped her carry all of the shopping bags inside. Cale had given his mom the spare key in case the two of you were done before he got back and after letting yourselves inside, you went to work on making Cale’s apartment feel just a little cozier. Together you hung curtains up in his living room, tossing pillows and the sherpa throw onto the couch. Then Laura helped you with hanging photos on his bedroom wall while a few of them were placed stationary on a side table in his living room. Laura unpacked the rest of the things Cale had asked her to buy and then the two of you settled onto the couch to watch tv until the guys arrived.

Gary and Cale had picked up lunch on the way home, so the four of you sat down to eat. When you finished, Cale handed you a gift bag and though you had a feeling you knew what it was, you were still anxious to open it. Navy fabric accented with maroon and white spilled around your fingers and you gently ran your fingers over the number 8 and lettering of the nameplate.

“Can’t have you come to the game tonight without proper apparel.” Cale murmured and you jumped up quickly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“It’s perfect.” You agreed. You’d packed the Makar home jersey that you’d bought yourself at the beginning of the season, but you had to admit the thirds were your favorite jersey and getting the jersey from Cale meant just a little bit more than buying one for yourself.

As you cleaned up lunch, Cale started to settle in, getting ready to take his pregame nap. He had acknowledged the curtains, blanket, pillows and other things his mom had gotten him but it wasn’t until he disappeared into his bedroom for a moment that his eyes must have caught the photos. He’d only been gone maybe 30 seconds when he returned, pulling his mom into a huge hug, his eyes soft.

“You framed pictures for me?” He muttered softly.

“That idea was all Y/N.” Laura quickly clarified and immediately Cale turned to you, his arms wrapping around you just as tightly.

“That’s incredible. Thank you.” He whispered into your ear, and when he pulled back his hands lingered on your hips for a moment more.

Soon you were grabbing everything you’d need for the game because you were headed with Laura and Gary to play tourist while Cale napped and then headed to the rink. Laura and Gary had already headed downstairs while you debated on a shirt to wear and you didn’t even notice Cale come up beside you as you dug through your bag.

“Wear that one.” He instructed, pointing to a wine red long-sleeved off-the-shoulder blouse. “We’re going out after the game if we win.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his neck. You were already wearing your favorite pair of jeans and had thrown on a cute pair of tennis shoes for running around. You weren’t exactly a club type of person but going out with Cale and his teammates did seem fun.

“Okay.” You agreed, disappearing into his bathroom to change tops before returning. “Have a good nap. And kick some ass tonight.” You teased, grabbing your makeup bag because you’d barely put any on to go shopping and if you were going out tonight you were going to need to rethink your current makeup. With everything you needed, you snuck a kiss to Cale’s cheek before disappearing out the door to meet Gary and Laura down at the car.

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The last time you saw Cale play live was versus Calgary during the playoffs. So sitting in the stands of the Pepsi Center watching him warm up was an entirely different experience. You’d watched him on tv many times but in person it was clear to see just how much his game was growing every day. He was almost mesmerizing to watch and tucked in next to Laura, wrapped in his jersey, you felt at peace. Well, at least until the puck dropped for real.

During a commercial break in the first period, the Avs announced a promo game. After the participant was introduced and the game was explained, a baby picture popped up on the screen. In it, a little boy, no more than 9 or 10 months old, sat between the legs of a little girl around the age of five who had a book in her hands. Immediately your own cheeks flushed as you recognized the picture, it was one of your favorites from when you and Cale were super little. The fan playing got one guess of who it was with no options to win an autographed jersey, but they were way off and guessed Nate for some reason. Then multiple choice popped up with Cale’s name, JT’s, and Gabe for a chance at an autographed puck. You didn’t even pay attention to the guess beyond hearing the boos signaling they got it wrong, but instead your gaze landed on Cale who was looking up at the screen, hiding a smile as he took some ribbing by his teammates. Eventually his eyes drifted up to where you were seated and he sent a little wink that you would have missed if you weren’t looking at him. From beside you Laura just smiled and bumped your shoulder, signaling without words just how strong your friendship with Cale really was.

The Avs played a solid all around game and you cheered with each goal scored. Cale had two assists on the night and with the team coming out with the win you knew he was going to be in a good mood. Heading down to the locker room, you listened as Gary rambled on about the game as hockey dads do while sharing looks with Laura that made you burst into laughter.

When Cale finally stepped out of the locker room he hugged his parents before lifting you up and spinning you around.

“You ready to go have some fun?” He inquired, boyish smile on his face.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Laura warned, though her expression wasn’t all that serious.

“As if I’d let him.” You joked. For years Cale’s family had the running joke of you being the more responsible one keeping Cale in line. It wasn’t always true obviously, but for the most part the point stood. Still after the past few weeks Cale had had, you were willing to let him go just a little bit crazy tonight, knowing that you would be there as his safety net.

“We’ll see you both tomorrow.” Gary grinned. “Go relax and have a good time.” Cale’s arm drifted around your waist as he tugged you to his car. Once there, you stripped off the jersey leaving you in just the blouse and as he pulled out of the garage you mussed up your hair just a little bit. Using the mirror, you carefully added a little more eyeliner before throwing on a dark lipstick, tossing both cylinders into the cupholder beside you.

By the time you stepped out of the car at the club you felt ready for a night out and as you watched Cale shed his jacket, you felt his eyes on you once more.

Waiting for him to be ready to head inside, you watched as a tall redhead approached, beautiful woman tucked into his side.

“Y/N...this is JT and his girlfriend Lauren.” Cale introduced and you reached a hand out to shake theirs before tucking your hand back into your pocket.

“So this is the best friend.” JT said, smirking. “Bout time Cale finally brought you around, he’s been talking about you for forever.”

“Really?” You teased, ready to throw out a semi-embarrassing tidbit until Cale grabbed you by the waist, his finger falling to your lips to shush you as he guided you inside.

“Can you at least let me get a drink or two in me before you start spilling the embarrassing stories?” He pleaded jokingly.

“I suppose.” You conceded, smiling as he guided you up to the VIP lounge and over to the bar. Settling for a glass of wine, you watched him order a beer for himself before leading you over to one of the many couches. It wasn’t long before you were being introduced to all of Cale’s teammates.

Gabe was boisterous and funny and the way that he looked at his wife Mel made you smile brightly. Josty was a character, he had you laughing almost immediately as he told stories about all of the media events he’d done with Cale and what he’d learned from residing in the same building. He was definitely giving you ammo to use later. Then again they all were, chirps had been flying left and right all night.

You’d been nursing the same glass of wine for about an hour, watching as Cale downed another 2-3 beers as well as a shot that Burky handed him. It was nice to see Cale out with people that clearly cared about him and you knew this was probably the first time he had really been able to let go of all of the stress since the pregnancy scare.

Eventually Mel and Lauren dragged you out onto the dance floor with the other better halves and even though you’d barely had anything to drink, the beat of the music had you relaxing, enjoying the time you had getting to know the people who were part of Cale’s other family.

“You know his eyes haven’t left you all night.” Mel eventually declared, her voice barely audible over the loud music.

“He’s always been a little protective…” You simply shrugged. The look Mel and Lauren shared suggested that they weren’t buying that logic but they didn’t push things. After a few more songs, you left the dance floor to head to the bar for a bottle of water. While there a tall….like really tall, dark haired man who looked like he should star in the next hollywood vampire blockbuster, slipped up beside you, his arm brushing against yours lightly. As you placed him as Cale’s d-partner you smiled up at him before looking back at where the bartender was rushing back and forth.

“You know none of us have ever seen him like this before…” Ryan murmured. “He comes out but he never really lets loose. Now I don’t know whether that’s because it’s the first time we’ve been out since everything happened or if it’s because you’re here but I suspect it’s more to do with the latter.” You didn’t really know what to say to that so you shrugged. “And I’m not saying that in the manner of he feels like you’re the babysitter who will take care of him, I’m saying that he feels comfortable because you’re here in a way he was never comfortable either by himself or with Sara.” Ryan finally managed to get the bartender’s attention and he ordered your water along with whatever he was drinking before continuing. “And I’m sure Cale never said anything and neither did anyone else but...you should know everyone really likes you. And I can’t say the same for Sara.” Just as quickly as he’d appeared, Ryan had walked off and you glanced over at Cale to see his eyes planted firmly on you, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

Water in hand, you moved to Cale’s side, his arm wrapping around you immediately. The redness in his eyes told you he’d had a little bit more to drink than he probably should have and you pushed your water his way, not wanting him to be completely impossible to drag home. The grin on his face was lazy as he took the bottle, showing how completely relaxed and at ease he was.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a long sip of the water and you tilted your head to observe him, tie gone and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. His fingers slipped just under the edge of your shirt along your hip and you took your own sip from the bottle of water trying to hide the flush that filled your body at the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin. Passing the water back to him, it was soon gone and once the bottle was empty you stood, looking over your shoulder.

“Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to come dance with me?” You inquired, your tongue running against your bottom lip. Stumbling just slightly, Cale slipped out of the booth and his hand fell to the curve of your back as he guided you over to where his teammates and their significant others were dancing.

With Cale’s chest pressed against your back, his hands fell to your hips once more and the pads of his fingers wandered over every inch of skin they could reach. His touch had never affected you like this before, he’d never been this brazen before, but you chalked both of those factors up to the alcohol. Though you’d only had two glasses of wine since you arrived, wine had always made you far warmer than any other form of alcohol so the heat in your skin was definitely just from that.

“So I have a question…” Cale’s breath fanned over your ear as he leaned down to whisper yell at you, allowing you to hear him over the rap song that was playing.

“Yes Cale?” You replied, tilting your body back against his so that you could see his face. It was even rosier than before and his soft smile was replaced by a serious and focused look causing your eyebrow to quirk at the sight.

“Women like having oral sex performed on them right?” For a split second you were certain that it was only Cale’s hold on you that kept you from falling right over. Choking on your own saliva as you tried to swallow you quickly coughed, your cheeks even more flushed than you could attribute to the wine.

“I...I mean from what I’ve heard yeah…” You finally stumbled out an answer. “Why?” Your question was ignored as Cale’s hands tightened around your hips.

“You’ve heard?” Cale prodded. “You don’t know?” Cursing under your breath you shivered as Cale’s thumb stroked a sensitive spot along your side.

“Cale…” You mumbled, not drunk enough for this conversation. He poked you in the side though signaling you to continue and you groaned. “I mean...I had sex for the first time freshman year of college and we didn’t exactly know what we were doing…” You explained, softly enough that only Cale would hear you. “And I mean I’ve only had sex one other time...it was a one night stand and we were both way too drunk to do anything but fuck. So yeah...I’m just taking other people’s word on it...why are you asking Cale?” You finished, twisting in his arms so that you could look at him properly. His head ducked to press against the crook of your neck and he hissed quietly as you drug your nails along his lower back.

“Just curious…” Cale breathed. “Sara never let me...I mean I wanted to but...she told me she wasn’t interested.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say as that little piece of you celebrated the fact that it seemed there were a lot of things he didn’t do with his ex girlfriend.

“Oh...I mean everyone has their own likes and dislikes…” You reminded him. “But generally equal reciprocation is definitely appreciated.”

As the song ended, Gabe called Cale’s name to go take another shot and you pushed him to go murmuring that you were going to run to the bathroom. By the time you returned, you suspected it was definitely time to get Cale home, so you sidled up to his side, slipping your hand in his front pocket for his car keys.

“I think it’s time we get you home and to bed rockstar.” You declared. Thankfully Cale didn’t put up much of a fight, closing his tab before letting you lead him out of the club. By the time you had parked in his garage, you could see how sleepy the alcohol was making him and you moved around to help him out of the car, his body nearly dragging yours down with its weight.

Stumbling through the door, you urged him to start to bed while you got him more water and some pain killers. Gathering both, you moved to his room after checking to ensure the front door was locked. You found him sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in only boxer briefs and though you tried not to stare, your body couldn’t help but notice that gone was the teenage boy you once knew and in his place was a man plain and simple. Setting the water and pills on his bedside table, you urged him to take his contacts out.

Once you were certain he was fairly settled, you turned to make your way to the couch. Instead, Cale’s hands reached out to pull you back to him and as he scooted to the far side of the bed, he drug you down with him.

“Cale…” You mumbled in complaint but his eyes were already closed and his breathing was starting to steady out, his hands keeping your body pressed tightly against his. Sighing, you managed to work yourself out of your jeans before giving in and settling in his arms.

Between your conversation with Gravy, the looks Mel and Lauren were giving you, Cale’s inquiry, wandering hands, and this, so many lines had been blurred tonight that it was making you dizzy.

For the second night in a row...your mind reeled as you fell into a fitful sleep.

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cocochannel00 · 5 years ago

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Divorce Papers

Sometimes it can all get a little too much being the wife of Harry Styles...

Kids: Connor (2), Rebecca/Becca (1)

You couldn't lie to yourself anymore. Harry had been touring for the last 5 month and you were at home with two kids under the age of 3. He rarely called, barley visited home, and was always being photographed and big glitzy parties with a bunch of supermodels. At first, you didn't worry, you and Harry were married after all so there really was no worry, but as time went by you became more and more anxious about the situation. His calls went from daily to once a week at most. At first, you thought it was just the jet lag or the time zones that made it difficult but after hearing from him once in a matter of weeks and being forced to text Jeff to get updates on your husband’s whereabouts, you there was a problem.

You understood it was his job to go tour across the world wherever they sent him but you also knew that Harry was responsible for being a father to your children and that was one thing he was not fulfilling. It was always hard to raise toddlers so close in age but when you have to raise them alone because your husband is MIA, the situation could only get worse from there. Luckily Connor always slept through the night, but Becca would start screaming every few hours with no one to help you, it was starting to take a toll on you. Gemma, Harry's sister, tried to make up for her brother’s absence but it wasn't the same.

You were starting to think your marriage was crumbling. Your friends always said it was going to be hard as marrying a celebrity always came with a high price but you had always believed that love conquers all, although this idea was starting to slip away. You had spent the last 5 months thinking strongly on how to fix this problem but you soon realized that Harry had put in zero effort and went on as if nothing was wrong. This always led to the question, Is it even worth fixing at this point? You didn't know but you would soon find out.

After waking up to your alarm clock going off at 8:00 a.m. you rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up an pee. Becca had just begun teething and you were nearly at your wits end having to cuddle her to bed every 2 hours. You manage to avoid waking her up as you crept downstairs to make yourself some breakfast peacefully before Gemma came over to spend the day with you and your kids. You started brewing some coffee as you desperately tried to keep your eyes open. Putting some bread in the toaster you sat at your island in silence, contemplating moving whether to move at all from that spot all day. As you sat there you suddenly heard feet hitting the floor upstairs as your son slowly made his way down the stair.

"Connor, what are you doing up buddy?" You asked as you picked him up in your arms, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"breakfast mama," he said in his broken English as he pointed at his high chair.

"Ok buddy let's get you something to eat," you said as you grabbed a box of Cheerios and some milk, pouring it all into a bowl. Your doorbell rang just as you finished finding him a spoon and placing a bib around his neck.

Slowly you walk over to the door revealing Gemma standing there with a bag of pastries and chocolate donut (Connor’s favorite).

"Well you look like shit," she said as she walked past you. You rolled your eyes and followed her, closing the door on the way in.

She removed the bowl of cheerios from his table and placed the donut down in-front of Connor as he clapped happily.

Gemma placed a kiss on his forehead before turning around to look at you, "still no call?" She asked quietly.

That had been the million-dollar question for the past two and a half weeks. No call, no text, no word from Harry. You heard nothing about how the tour was going or when he would have his next break. He had essentially cut off all communications and it was ruining you slowly.

You shook your head looking away, trying not to cry about Harry's lack of presence. Gemma swore under her breath and came up to you, giving you a tight hug.

"(Y/n) I know how bad this is and I know how much you love Harry but you can't keep going like this. You've reached your breaking point and this has become an unhealthy relationship. I love my brother with all my heart and I don’t know why he’s doing this but as your friend, I can’t see you like this"

She was right. You had lost at least 10 pounds from the stress and anxiety that Harry was causing you and you knew it needed to come to an end.

"I know but I don't know what to do. I love him, but I can't reach him. I'm basically losing my mind and I don't know how to stop it all" you stated.

She stayed quiet for a minute before quietly asking, "have you thought about a divorce at all?"

In truth you had a couple of times before when it was three in the morning and Becca would scream out for her daddy and you knew there was nothing you could do, but it always felt too extreme.

"Yeah it's crossed my mind a couple times...... but I could never do it I don't think. I love him so much and I can't be alone again, I really can't." You whispered as your eyes began to gloss over.

Gemma wrapped her arms around you tightly. "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Tell you what why don't you come with the kids to my house for a bit and stay there so you’re not alone. I can talk to Michal and see if his friend John can draft up some divorce papers with you... nothing to sign but just to see what it would entail. Did you guys sign a prenup at all? " she asked as you wipe your tears with the edge of your sleeves.

You shook your head, “No, I offered to sign one for him but he refused. Regardless, I don’t want his money, that’s not why I married him”

“I know love, I know. It complicates the situation a bit but nothing that can’t be dealt with later. Besides, you know Harry is going to give you at least half of his earnings if not more regardless of if you want it. He worries about you.” Gemma adds.

“I wish he would at least talk to me if he’s so worried” you mumbled as you heard cries come from the baby monitor sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s take it one step at a time. I’ll call Michal and why don’t you go get Becca” Gemma stated as you went over to wipe the chocolate off of Connor's giddy face as you made your way up the stairs.

You slowly entered Becca’s room and greeted her with a soft ‘good morning’ as you reached her arms out to you from her crib. You smiled at your baby girl who had seemed to have woken up in a better mood than yesterday. You battle with Becca down the stairs as she attempts to take off your shirt by swatting at your boob (a sign that she’s hungry).

"Connor says he wants to have a sleepover with me so it has been decided that you’re all staying over at my house” Gemma cheered as Connor giggled in her arms.

“Gemma, really it’s ok. I don’t want to burden you or Michal” you replied

"Nonsense! Michal loves having these little gremlins and you around. I’ll take Connor up with me and we’ll start packing a bag for him while you feed Rebecca. We have the crib from when Michal’s godson stayed with us a couple of weeks ago so we can move that into the guestroom for you. I'll go call Michal and tell him to come help and we'll be ready in no time!" she said began to make her way upstairs.

"Ok, thanks Gem” you replied as you sat down on the couch with your fussy baby, getting ready to feed her.

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*6 hours later*

After changing Becca and double-checking that you had your purse, you and Gemma got into your car and made the 20-minute drive to Gemma and Michal’s house. Michal being the angel that he is had offered to bring all the bags in his car and drive them over. By the time you got to their house, all your bags were set up in the guest room and the crib Rebecca would be sleeping in was set up in the corner of the room.

After you had all settled in, Gemma took Connor outside to play in the sprinkler while Becca took a nap upstairs. You sat in the living room with Michal as he began to explain the papers his friend had drafted for you.

"I'm not gonna lie, this is going to be a long process that will bring out the worst in both of you. Custody will be a major part as well as splitting of assets and money."

You shook your head "I don't want any money. I didn't marry him for money so I'm not going to divorce him for any" you stated

He nodded as he began correcting the forms and continued to explain the legal process as well as the custody procedures. After almost two hours of staring at twenty pages of legal papers, you were finally starting to understanding it all (sort of). Rebecca had woken up ten minutes ago and was now sitting on your lap moving her head every time her name was mentioned. Gemma had brought Connor inside and helped him take a bath and they were watching a movie in her room as you and Michal finished up. You were going over the final details when the doorbell rang. Gemma got up from the couch and went to open it when you suddenly heard some shouting and a pair of rough footsteps heading towards the living room.

You looked up to see none other the Harry who looked both worried and furious at the same time.

"I came home expecting to see my children and wife but I come home to an empty house and a note saying you were gone" he shouted as you sat there in shock, seeing your husband for the first time in months.

Rebecca whined softly as she became irritated from the loud boom of Harry's voice. Michal quickly stood and rested his hand on your shoulder signaling that he would take Becca upstairs so we could talk. You carefully passed Rebecca off to Michal as Connor came barreling towards Harry.

“Dada Dada” Connor shouted as his chubby body knocked right into Harry’s legs.

“Hi baby, I’ve missed you” he replied as he picked up Connor in his arms and showered him with kisses.

“You should be ashamed of yourself Harry Edward Styles. If mom were here right now she’d have an absolute fit at your behavior. You’re so lucky (Y/n) won’t let me tell her because she would have flown out to whoop your ass. Come on Connor want to go watch the wiggles upstairs” Gemma stated as she grabs Connor from Harry’s arms.

“wiggles wiggles” Connor cheered as Gemma and Michal carried your kids upstairs.

“If you so much as yell at her Harry I will murder you” Gemma yelled from the top of the stairs.

Once they were gone you slowly got up from the couch and cleaned up all the papers scattered around the coffee table. As you began placing them in a folder Harry snatched them and began reading through them.

"Divorce papers? Are you serious? I've been gone for my job, a job I have to support you and the kids, and you want to divorce me for it?" He questioned as his anger started to bubble up.

You sighed, "that's not the reason Harry and you know it. It was just an idea Gemma had mentioned so I was looking into it. Besides, I would be divorcing you for neglecting not only me but our family for the last 5 months. Harry, I love you but this isn’t right"

"I had to work (Y/n), what part of that did you not understand?" he shouted as he dropped the papers on the floor.

"The part where you stop calling your family for months and spend your spare time on yachts with supermodels instead of coming to see your children. I shouldn’t have to ask your manager how you’re doing, you should be telling me" you yell back

He chuckles angrily, "Is that what this is about, you think I cheated? I didn't, but if that’s what you want I'll get right on it? Would that solve your problems?" He replied sarcastically.

Your eyes began to water at the idea Harry described and you pressed your fingers to your eyes as to prevent yourself from crying in front of him. " Harry I love you but if that's how you truly feel then maybe we shouldn't have gotten married in the first place" you stated

"Maybe you're right" he stated as he turns around and stomps towards the kitchen. You let out a shaky breath as you watch him leave. This was not the way you thought your day was going to turn out.

You began picking up the divorce papers as you hear a cry come from upstairs. Carefully you wipe the tears from your eyes and started to make your way up to go get Becca. You walked into the master bedroom to find Connor fast asleep on Michal’s lap while Gemma attempts to calm Becca down by rocking her back and forth in the corner.

When they spot you in the doorway, Michal gives you a sympathetic smile while Gemma’s frown deepens. You smile in return and pick up Becca from Gemma's arms and walk out of the room. You go to the guest room quickly to grab her favorite blanket and walked downstairs. You can hear Harry pacing in the kitchen, the pile of divorce papers missing from the floor most likely with him. You cautiously made your way to the glass door in the back of the living room and stepped outside into the slightly chilly night, bundling yourself and Becca up in the plush purple blanket Harry had bought Becca when she was born. You turned on the patio light and made your way to Gemma's garden to the small swing standing in the middle of it.

You stay there crying as you rock Becca to sleep in your arms. A while later you heard footsteps slowly approach the garden and feel the weight of the swing shift as someone sits next to you. You don't dare look up as the smell of cologne gives away that it's Harry. He clears his throat a couple of times before speaking.

"Why wouldn't you take any of my money?" He asked quietly as he folded the divorces papers

You wiped your tears slowly and took a deep breath before responding, "because I didn't marry you for your money so why should I divorce you and get it. I married you because I love you"

"You need the support. I would give you all the money in a heartbeat you know that" he mumbled back

"I have a job and some savings, I could support myself and our kids" you stated. You heard him grunt as he flipped through the pages.

"Custody battle? Do you think it would come to that?" He asked quietly as you saw his shoulders shake.

"My babies are my everything....... I can't lose them like I already lost you" you stated as you caressed Becca's cheek.

"You didn’t lose- were you actually going to sign these?" He asked, voice cracking as you watched his hands begin to shake.

"No" you replied back, barely louder than a whisper.

Harry let out a breath and timidly let's go of the papers placing them on the ground before wrapping his arm around you carefully.

The minute your head hit his chest you began to cry. Harry quickly took Becca out of your arms and into his chest as you clung to him, sobbing into his shirt. He caressed his free hand up and down your back and placed chase kisses onto your forehead as he whispered sweet words and apologies to you.

You sobs slowly became sniffles as you wrapped your arms around yourself, leaving your head to lean on Harry's shoulders.

"Baby I’m so unbelievably sorry. I didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Why didn't you tell me you felt this way? With all the shows and starting to record the new album, I forgot about the most important thing in my life." He asked as he rubbed circles into your back.

You twiddled with your fingers, "I could never reach you. Every time I tried to call you were busy so I thought, ok he can just call me, but then your calls just got shorter and then they just stopped. I took it as you were busy but even when you had a couple days off you wouldn't come visit. You had basically broken off from us, Harry. I didn't know what to do. I spent most days with Gemma and most nights with a crying Becca keeping me up because all she wanted was her Dada singing her to sleep. I had to play your albums every night to try and get her to calm down and every time your voice played through the speaker, I died inside. It was all too much for me. I was alone Harry and you were nowhere to be found. I want my husband back. I want the man I fell in love with four years ago that use to wake up at 5 am halfway across the globe just to wish me goodnight. I want the man that cried at our wedding as I walked down the aisle. I want the man that tries to sneak chocolate chips into Connor’s pancakes while I’m not watching just to make his baby boy smile. I want my Harry back." you replied as you stared at the ground.

Harry stiffened as you finished speaking. He slowly lifted your chin up to meet your eyes. You could see tears falling down from his eyes as he looked straight at you. You could tell he was hurting and just the thought of him breakdown was making you shatter into a million pieces. You carefully got up from the swing a grabbed Becca from his arms before tucking her head into the nook of your neck as you cautiously sat down on Harry's laps. Harry let out a loud breath before he carefully wrapped his arms around your frame and staring straight into your eyes.

"I’m right here baby, I’m still your Harry. I love you so much and just the thought of losing you and my babies hurts me more than a bullet ever could. I'm sorry I didn't call but I was so homesick that I figured it would be easier on both of us if I just kept my distance. I figured the check-ins with Jeff would be enough. I know that’s no excuse but I promise baby I’ll be better. I love you so so much you have no idea (Y/n). I promise I'll be better for you and for our kids just please don't leave me" he said as he hugged you tighter causing a sob to escape your lips.

"I love you too H" you state in between sobs. You both sat there for a while until you had stopped crying. Cautiously Harry lifted your face to look at him.

"Can I rip up those papers when we get back?" He asked timidly as he stared at you.

You nodded furiously and quickly pulled him into a deep kiss. You pulled away breathless as you lean your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it that far. I should have just waited to talk with you before asking Michal about them and I..." you tried to continue but Harry stopped you with a kiss.

"Shhh we're going to get through this baby” He whispered as he caressed your hair.

“We need to go to therapy, Harry. This was a big deal and I don’t think we can slip this under the rug and get back to where we were without it” You mumbled into his neck.

“Of course (Y/n). I’ll go to therapy every day for the next thirty years if it means I get to keep you and my babies with me. I'm going to be better for you and for the kids. I'm going to take you all on tour with me from today on and were going to work through this. Now, why don't we head in it starting to get pretty cold." He stated as carefully helped you up while making sure Becca was wrapped up tightly in her blanket. You snuggled deeper into Harry's side and nodded your head as the two of you walked into the house once more.

Gemma and Michal sat on the couch talking quietly to each other as the tv played in the background They looked up at the two of you cautiously. Harry quickly kissed your head and grabbed Becca before taking her upstairs to bed.

You carefully grabbed one of the four full wine glasses on the coffee table and sat on the love seat next to the fire hoping to warm up a bit. Gemma starred at you as you sat there. You knew she was dying to know what happened outside, but she was too kind to ask.

"I think we're going to be ok" you state as you wrap the blanket closer to your chest. Gemma gets up and gives you a big hug.

“You’re not letting him off the hook are you?” she asked sternly.

“No, he’s not off the hook. We’re going to start therapy and we’re going to take things slow. He said he’s going to be home more and that he’s going to take us on tour with him from now on but we’ll see. One day at a time” you mumbled as you took a sip from your glass

"I'm glad it all worked out but if he hurts you again, family or not, I'll kick his ass. No one disrespects my (Y/n)" she said seriously. You laughed and simply nodded your head as you heard Harry's footsteps down the stairs.

"Thanks for watching Connor," Harry said as he shook Michal's hand and kissed the top of Gemma's head as she made her way to the spot next to her husband.

"Anytime. He is so adorable and quiet" Michal gushed.

You smiled softly and moved over slightly in your seat, making room for Harry. Harry carefully picked you up from the love seat and sat down, placing you on his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around you, burying his head into your neck.

The four of you spent the rest of the night watching tv quietly as you cuddled in the loveseat, Harry stealing sips from your wine glass as you try your hardest not to fall asleep. After a while, Gemma and Michal said their goodnights and headed up to their room as Harry carefully picked you up and carried you to the guest room. He slowly laid you on the bed and removed all of your clothes except your underwear before taking off his shirt and helping you place your arms in the sleeves. He tucked you into bed and quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants before grabbing a pillow and getting ready to spend the night on the floor. He didn’t want to overstep and end the day on the wrong note but the minute he heard you call his name he smiled. He quickly checked on Becca that was fast asleep in her crib while Connor slept peacefully in the small bed laid out next to your bed. He gave both of them a quick kiss on the cheek before carefully sliding into bed behind you.

You curled your body into Harry's and sighed contently as he wrapped his arms around you. You heard a faint "I love you, baby, so much" from Harry as you drifted off to sleep. For the first time in months, you were able to sleep through the night and you couldn't be happier.

Wow, it’s been a long time but I hope ya’ll enjoyed this one!!

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juulcharg3r · 4 years ago

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Why’d It Have to Be Hermione?

Summary: Your boyfriend and best friend suck. Based on the song Hailey by WRENN

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 2,030

WARNINGS: Swearing, cheating, angst I suppose (I don't think I'm very good at making things sad outside my own brain oops)

Same day, same night

Always feeling our fights

Like a fire in an empty house

Gone off somewhere

All I know is you’re not here

You think I’d have learned by now

You had had a premonition that this birthday wasn't going to be as pleasant as the last three with Ron had been. Maybe it was the rain, though you usually rather quite liked the rain, or maybe it was the screaming match you were currently having with your boyfriend of four years.

“Are you kidding me, Ronald? It's my BIRTHDAY!” You’d been with Ron since your days in Hogwarts, since 5th year, and he had never missed your birthday before.

“Bloody Hell, Y/N, it's not like I can control it! It's an emergency meeting, I have to go.”

“You promised we would spend the whole day together.”

“And we will! Just not right now. I have to go.” You watch Ron grab his wand and bag and head towards the door, “I’ll see you later.”

“Fine. I love y-” The door slams, effectively cutting you off. “Great. Best birthday ever.” You let yourself fall backwards onto the bed you shared with your boyfriend, “The Dark Lord is dead. What the fuck could they possibly be having a meeting about at 6A.M.?”

You stew in your thoughts, your anger slowly subsiding. Maybe you were being unreasonable. Ron was right, he couldn’t control when they had meetings. You were just hurt because he always had meetings and had canceled many dates for them. You just wanted to spend your birthday with him, to have one day where he spent the entire day with you and all his focus was on you for once.

Eventually you sit up and mope downstairs to make yourself coffee to wake up. There was no point in trying to get a few more hours of sleep, not after a fight with Ron. They always left you feeling empty and you were left sitting alone in a desolate house.

It was awful. Constantly fighting with Ron about the littlest things, about the stupidest things. It had been going on for months and it was always the same. Ron would either miss a date or one of you would do the littlest thing, then you’d fight, he’d leave and go somewhere, and you’d cry yourself to sleep in the spare bedroom. He would come home eventually (he always did), though you never knew when and if you’d ask he would say he went to the pub and then things would go back to normal between you two.

But when you would do laundry the next day, you'd notice his clothes would never spell like the cigarettes and beers that normally came along with a trip to the pub.

The fights would eat you alive. For days after you would feel awful, like you were being burned from the inside out. The arguing left you feeling empty inside but as if you were on fire. You were like an empty house on fire, nothing inside to burn but the structure was slowly but surely succumbing to the flames.

“Why haven’t I learned?”

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Ron finally came home, six hours later. There was no way in hell a meeting lasted six hours, but you were tired of arguing.

“Hey, Baby.” Ron grins at you as he walks in and kisses you on the lips.

‘Hey!” You smile tightlipped at the man you love, “How was the meeting?” He seemed to be in much better spirits than he had been this morning.

“It was fine.” Came the simple response.

“Oh, what was it about?”

“Y/N you know I can’t tell you that.”

“Right…” You trailed off before you remembered your original plans for today and became excited again, “Well do you still want to go to the art museum? I want to see the new exhibit on Picasso!”

“I’m tired from the meeting and I just want to relax. I’m going to nap before dinner tonight, Babe, you go without me.”

“What? The whole point was… Okay. Fine.” You accio your wand and wallet and apparate to The National Gallery in Muggle London. “Fucking piece of shit,” you stomp into the gallery, but the sight of the paintings quickly erases your anger. You had always loved art and were impressed by the skills that some people hold. You could see their passion in the brushstrokes and the feelings poured into the paint.

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Eventually you made your way to the exhibit on Pablo Picasso. Something about his art just spoke to you, you weren’t sure what it was.

An hour and a half later, you thought you had seen all his work encased in the exhibit until in the back corner of the room you saw it. A painting you had never seen before entitled The Melancholy Woman.

You stood staring at it with an air of familiarity, though this was the first time you had laid eyes on it. You realized it was because you had been sitting in the same position all this morning. After getting your coffee you had spent several hours sitting on your couch facing the window but not looking out. You instead wallowed in self-pity wondering what had happened between you and Ron that caused all the fighting.

“Oh my god.” Faced with the reality of your own sadness you all but ran out of the gallery and to a good spot to apparate home.

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You say she’s just a friend, well okay

Why’s she showing up at midnight on my birthday?

Why’s she crying in your arms looking a mess?

And you’re looking at me like you gotta confess

Not the first time you held her

You were home now and were curled up next to Ron on the couch watching your favorite movie. Ron was stroking your hair and you felt lighter than you had in months. You and Ron had had a wonderful evening at dinner, for the first time in a long time. You went to your favorite restaurant and laughed all night long, but the sense of foreboding from this morning lingered. You shook off the feeling and thought maybe your premonition was wrong and you were just being silly, nothing bad had happened after you came back from the art gallery.

Then the doorbell rang.

You and Ron look at each other weirdly, who was showing up at your house this late at night? You both pad to the door, Ron looks through the peephole and then opens the door with hesitance, “Mione? What are you doing here? It’s nearly midnight.” Hermione, your best friend since second year, looked like a mess, her hair was knotted, and clothes wrinkled.

The foreboding feeling that had been licking at you all night was now crashing over your entire body.

Hermione was crying and was well past ruining her mascara, “I... I don't know.” Then she threw herself into your boyfriend's arms and started sobbing violently.

You were too shocked to move. What do you do in this situation? Your best friend was sobbing in his chest at midnight on your birthday. You were about to ask if she was okay when Ron looked at you and the expression turned your blood to ice. He looked like he was about to confess something horrible to you and you knew then that this wasn’t the first time this had happened. This wasn’t the first time he had held her, crying and not.

You took a step back, shaking your head, “No no no no no. You didn’t. No-”

“Y/N let me explain!”

“No, you fucking didn’t. This is a lie. This can't be real. Did you really? Are you serious? With her?”

“Baby please,” Ron untangles himself from Hermione and leaves her on the floor to approach you.

You hold out your hands to stop him from getting closer, “Did you even have a meeting today? Or were you just with her? Were any of these ‘emergency meetings’ real or were they just excuses to go see her?”

“Y/N…”

The sound of your name on his lips told you everything you needed to know, “That's what I thought.” You glare at him with more anger and sadness than he thought possible, “And on my fucking birthday. Fuck you, Ron Weasley.” You dash upstairs to the bedroom you once shared with your boyfriend.

Mascara stains dripping down your t-shirt

Now I’m packing a bag, but I gotta ask

Out of everyone, everyone else

Why’d it have to be Hailey?

You throw clothes blindly into an old, ratty backpack while ignoring as Ron begged you to stay. As you pack you stew in your own thoughts, wanting to scream at him, wanting to punch him in the face, stomp on his head, and just ask why.

“I gotta ask… Why’d it have to be Hermione?” Your brain was stuck on the mascara stains on his shirt as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom. She ruined everything, both Ron’s shirt and your heart. She was your best friend, how could she? She knows how much you love him.

“W-what?”

“Out of everyone, everyone else in the entire fucking wizarding world, why did it have to be Hermione?”

“Y/N, I…” Ron trails off, he doesn’t know the answer to your question.

“I mean I guess that explains what I heard in the back of Harry and Ginny’s birthday card to me,” you open your bedside table drawer and take out an envelope with a card in it. It's one of those cards where you record a birthday message in your own voice for the recipient. You throw it at your boyfriend and cross your arms. When he opens it, the sound of Ginny and Harry’s voices yelling out greetings and the lyrics to Happy Birthday to You burst out. After their offkey rendition that had initially put a smile on your face, in the background there is the faintest conversation going on.

“Are you gonna tell her?” The first voice asks.

“There’s no point.” The second responds.

“She’s gonna find out eventually.” The first voice presses.

“I mean it doesn’t matter if she does at this point.” The second voice concludes. Then Harry and Ginny finish their well wishes for you and say goodbye and that they love you. When you first listened to it you thought you were hearing wrong, but after this… There was no mistaking it now, those were the voices of your boyfriend of four years and your best friend of seven years.

You say that I’ve got it all wrong, but I think I know you better than myself

Don’t you get tired of always playing the victim and running your mouth?

“No, Baby, no. You- you’ve got this all wrong! I wouldn’t-”

“Ronald, we have been together for too long. I know you better than I know myself sometimes and this is one of those times. You would because you did.”

“No Y/N I didn't I swear!! Hermione came onto me! I love you; you know that! I wouldn't cheat on you, it was an accident, I swear!”

At this point you couldn't hold back the tears and were openly sobbing, “It wasn't an accident, Ronald.”

“YES, IT WAS!”

“Maybe it was an accident the first time, but you chose her over me every time after that. It was a choice that you made and now you have to live with it.” And with that you shove past him, bag and wand in hand and sprint down the stairs. You pause to stare at Hermione who no doubt heard your entire conversation. “I hope you’re happy, Hermione. You got what you wanted.”

“Y/N/N, I’m so sorry-”

“Save it. I do not care what you have to say. I hope you and Ron are very happy together.” You step over her body on the floor, out the door, and out of their lives forever.

Why’d it have to be Hailey?

Out of everyone, everyone else

Why’d it have to be Hailey?

FINISHED

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dimitrescus-bitch · 5 years ago

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Relaxation Routine (Shayna Baszler x Reader)

You gripped your coffee tightly in your hands as you waited for Shayna’s plane to arrive. You’d gotten to the airport an hour earlier than you needed to, hoping that it’d give you a chance to be more awake when your wife landed. Instead, you were even more tired and on what had to be your second coffee within the hour. You were exhausted from having recently done a tour of matches yourself in Japan and Australia. Normally, you’d have been home already, but then Shayna’s tour of matches was extended, so you spent the next month in Africa with an up and coming promotion.

“Is that one for me?” You turned at the sound of your wife’s voice. You walked into her open arms and smiled as she kissed you. “When did you get in?”

“Around 2,” you said and Shayna frowned. “It’s fine, I took a nap after feeding the animals.”

“As amazing as you look, you definitely look like you needed more than just a nap,” Shayna said and you shrugged. You took one of her bags and the two of you left the airport together. Your car was waiting already, so you just went out to it. Shayna put her things in the trunk and then ran to open your door for you.

“Thank you,” you said and Shayna nodded. You smiled as she got into the driver’s seat and began to drive you home. You were ready to get some legitimate sleep and then start your relaxation routine with your girlfriend. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in forever and you missed being able to do the little things you enjoyed together. Immediately once you got home, Shayna brought her bags inside and then followed you upstairs to the bedroom.

“I missed this bed,” Shayna said with a yawn. She changed into something a bit more comfortable and then climbed in behind you. She wrapped her arms around you and you nuzzled your head in the crook of her neck. “I missed you. I missed this.”

“You sappy little bitch,” you said with a chuckle. Shayna chuckled and kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Shayna said and then the two of you focused on getting some rest. You woke up after Shayna, who was putting her laundry in the basket. You sat up and Shayna turned around to face you and smiled. “Okay, so I found a LEGO set that I got on the road and then a couple games I’d picked up.”

“What do you want to do?” you asked Shayna. She set the things on the bed and went downstairs without a word. She came back up a couple minutes later with breakfast/lunch and then sat down on the bed. She turned on the console and handed you a controller. The two of you started a new game together as you ate lunch. Halfway through the third little mission you were completing, you set your controller down and laid across Shayna’s lap.

“Are you done playing?” Shayna asked and you nodded. She shut the game off and then turned her attention to you. “Do you wanna take a bath?”

“With bubbles and a sparkly bomb?” you asked and Shayna nodded. You ran to get the bath ready while Shayna did something downstairs. She came back up with a glass of champagne for you and a beer for herself. The two of you took a relaxing bath together and stayed in the water a little longer after it had gotten cold. You got out, put on a robe, and then let Shayna take you downstairs. She made dinner, put a Game of Thrones rerun on the TV and then you started on the LEGO set she had bought. You didn’t a lot of the LEGO, but you liked watching her do them.

“Stop staring at my hands,” Shayna said and you looked up and started staring at her lips. She kissed you and you hummed contentedly. Shayna set the half-finished toy on the table and turned her full attention to just holding you and enjoying being around you. “Are you still tired?”

“No, I’m content,” you said and Shayna ran her hands up and down your spine. You relaxed under her touch and essentially fell asleep on the couch in her arms. When you woke up, Shayna was tucking you in upstairs, so you pretended to still be asleep. You felt her lay down next to you and immediately moved towards her like a heat seeking missile.

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hournites · 5 years ago

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The Bet

Flirty!Beth & Oblivious!Rick For @canary-warrior

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Beth folds the paper she’s holding onto in half, then again, biting her lip to conceal her smile as she sneaks up on Rick half dozing off on the couch. The Pit Stop is still open, Pat was making conversation with one of his customers downstairs, but up in the loft it’s quiet, and the curtain over the only window is pulled over. Rick must’ve crashed here after his weekend shift helping Pat with keeping up the shop. She leans over from behind, peering at his face and resists the urge of messing up his hair just for the kick of it.

“Sleepy?”

Rick blinks and makes some noise between a groan and a yawn. He pulls himself up from his sunken position and shoots her a boyish smile, rubbing one of his fists over his eye. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Beth’s fingers are still fidgeting around the paper. She may have spent several hours hunting the deep and confusing academic side of the internet for what she was looking for. “I have a little something for you.”

Either this is going to work or this is going to work. She woke up early this morning strategizing, planning her delivery and predicting his reaction. So far she hopes she didn’t miscalculate.

“What?”

Beth waves the white mysterious square above his head. “Only the world’s most difficult chemistry problem. Bet you can’t do it.”

“What?!” Rick shoots up. “Give me that!”

And just like that, she has his interest.

Beth spins on her heel, whisking it away as he reached up to grab it. Rick twists around, leaning on his arm as he watched her hide it behind her back.

“Wait,” she says. “What do I get first?”

“What do you get what?”

“What do I get when you can’t solve it?” She keeps her tone light, pretends like her heart isn’t beating faster in her chest. Doesn’t allow her voice to make any falter as she suggests, “Dinner?”

Rick lets out an indignant scoff. “What makes you so sure I can’t?”

She dangles it in front of him, watching gleefully as his eyes got big and round. What a gigantic geek. All she had to do was promise the challenge of some chemistry equations and she got him all fired up right out of a nap? “Prove me wrong then.”

“Fine! It’s on.” He takes the paper and unfolds it, flapping his other hand at her to help get him extra scrap paper as he searches the pockets of his worn jacket for his leaky pen he kept wrapped in a paper towel. Beth made the mistake of asking him about that once when she offered to buy him a new one. Turns out it used to be his dad’s good fountain pen, left abandoned in his study for Rick to find, and spend years chewing the cover on. He doesn’t mind the ink.

Beth reaches into her bag, five steps ahead of him, taking out the graph paper he’s going to need. He looks up at her, momentarily surprised. Then not.

His eyes scan the numbers and letters and equations on the page, and he’s already mumbling out some type of gibberish Beth doesn’t even want to try following.

Ten minutes turn into fifteen, then twenty, and Beth unabashedly stares at Rick. He’s still on the couch, with littered graph paper all around him.

“Damn it,” he says after realizing something’s not right. Beth is aching to ask just how far along he got, but doesn’t want to ruin this competitive fueled frenetic energy she could live off of just by observing.

“Stuck?” she singsongs. Sitting on the coffee table, she keeps ripping out sheets of graph paper when he sticks a hand out for one.

“Nooooo,” he lies.

“It’s okay if you can’t figure it out, Rick. It’s okay.”

“No, I can do it,” he answers stubbornly. He’s rattling off theoretics, and she knows it’s just for him to make sense of the problem as he goes through it.

Beth interrupts, touching his jittery knee. “Well, if you do, then I will take you out for coffee.” She holds her breath, wondering if that will tear his gaze from his calculations for a second long enough to see her be serious.

Instead, he’s batting her prodding hand away with his pen, playful and distracted. “You’re on.”

Beth sighs after a few more minutes go by. Maybe this isn’t the best way to get his attention. “Can I at least sit on the couch?” she asks. “I’m feeling tired.”

That snaps Rick right out of work. His face clouds over guiltily, realizing he completely littered the couch with his equations and other dead ends. “Yeah, shit.” He brushes the balls of paper he deemed too ridiculous to be worth keeping. “Yeah, Beth of course.”

She plops herself, on the couch, and goes as far as placing her head in his lap. It’s self-indulgent, Beth is well aware, but she’s been overtly flirting with Rick for almost three months now to his complete and utter oblivion. At this point, Beth will take what she can get from him.

He’s slowing down as Beth shifts, realizing one of his balled up works is poking at her back. She pulls it out, opening it up and smoothes the crinkles and wrinkles and creases. Her brows pull together, reading his handwriting. She knew Rick was very smart with Chemistry, but this is next level. It looks like something right out of Einstein’s journal. It really does.

“Wow,” she murmurs, more to herself than meant for him to hear. “Okay, genius.”

“Those are all of my mistakes,” he points out.

Beth tilts her head up at him and licks her lips. “You make good mistakes then.”

He chuckles, and their eyes meet. Beth wants nothing more than to reach up in the short space between them to kiss him.

She pulls her gaze away, not wanting him to see her get flushed so up close. She takes a breath, and fiddles with the rainbow pendant of her necklace instead. Of course, sometimes Beth wants to quit playing these games with him and just up and tell him she likes him. Really, really likes him. But a part of her worries he knows she’s flirting and is ignoring her because he doesn’t feel the same. A bigger part wants the satisfaction of seeing the realization dawn on his face. The realization that he’s wanted. Hopefully, the happiness that maybe his own feelings are returned?

That’s likely wishful thinking.

“So,” he says casually, “How long does it usually take the experts to finish questions like these?”

“Chuck says six weeks.”

“What?!?”

Beth lets out a laugh. “Yeah, you might as well throw in the towel--I was thinking dinner at--”

“Beth I’m like--halfway done.”

It’s her turn to startle. She nearly loses her balance completely and tumbles over the side of the couch. “What?!?”

The entire plan was to get him to give up so she’d get a dinner date out of it. Rick wasn’t actually supposed to be almost finished in a fraction of the time--what?

“You’re a literal prodigy” she blurts out. Beth can’t even conceal her googly eyes.

And yet, she can hear-- suspiciously in Chuck’s voice--

A chemistry mastermind, yes, but can’t see it between two people if he tried.

Rick seems suddenly embarrassed. “Well…”

Beth gets up and holds out a hand. “Come on, Mr. Prodigy-Man. How about pizza?”

“I thought you said dinner is for when I give up. I didn’t give up, Beth.”

He lets her pull him away from the couch anyway.

“This can be our pre-dinner dinner. You can always get back to it later.”

“Pre-dinner dinner?” he teases.

Her hand is on her hip. “I said what I said.”

Rick gives her another sideglance. “You are really fiesty today, you know that?”

Beth does her best not to look too pleased. “Is that a problem?”

“No.” He sticks his hands into his pockets, shooting her another glance. “It’s fun. I like this side of you.”

Beth is pretty sure that sentence will make her week.

They pass by Pat downstairs as they head out of the Pit Stop. He takes one good look at them and rolls his eyes. Beth shrugs discreetly. No, nothing has changed. Yes, she’s still pining. No, Rick hasn’t stopped being blind to it. Yes, Beth still wants him anyway. No, she can’t explain it. Beth wraps her arm around his as they get to the sidewalk.

“I like you,” she blurts out randomly. Although to her, it is so not random. Beth did not mean to say it like that. She honestly did not. But it was kinda on a repetitive chant in the back of her mind, beside her homework and JSA puzzle pieces she still feels the need to prod over

Rick smiles. “Yeah, I like you too.”

She can tell by the way he says it as they walk up to the diner that he still has totally no idea.

“Actually--”

He turns, arching an eyebrow and Beth loses her nerve.

“Never mind.” She heaves another longing sigh, pushing on the glass and plasters on a smile. “Pepperoni?”

One of these days he’ll get it.

#stargirl #hournite #Beth Chapel #Rick Tyler #hournites fic #fluff #flirty!beth #oblivious!rick

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sincerelyreidburke · 5 years ago

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10 for Quinn & Nando?

Oh, anon, you know the way to my heart. There’s really nothing that hits better than some good old-fashioned fluffy Quinn and Nando. Seeing as that’s what we all deserve today, that’s what I wrote for your submission.

What follows: the first Saturday morning of junior year, in Nando’s bedroom at Beech Street.

From this list of super sappy prompts (I’m still accepting them if you want!)

10. “Stay with me forever.”

Quinn wakes up with a frat boy on top of him.

Thank goodness, it’s the correct frat boy. Not that there’s any reason it wouldn’t be, but honestly, you never know sometimes when it comes to the house Beech Street. Quinn has, in the past, taken a nap on the couch downstairs and woken up in a Ben and Sebastián sandwich, sometimes with Remy in the mix. And though he sticks to Sebastián’s side at parties like the one last night, there have been a few times he’ll wake up in an entirely different place than he fell asleep. (He knows that’s because Sebastián carries him, but the point stands.)

This, though— this isn’t some hangover, some wake-up from a nap. This morning, when Quinn wakes, it’s natural and gradual, with a big, familiar boy pressed over him on the mattress, and sunlight in his eyes. Quinn is sleepy, to be sure; he must have been up well past midnight, having fun with Sebastián and his friends, but in this moment, as he wakes up, there’s no feeling he’d trade it for.

It’s the first Saturday morning of the school year, and Quinn’s first time actually waking up in Sebastián’s room this semester. Four or five nights this past week, the first week of classes, he fell asleep with him as a very welcome visitor to his single dorm room across campus, so this isn’t his first time waking up with him for the year. It’s merely the end of his first night spent at Beech Street. As a junior, anyway.

Which, goodness— Quinn should really spend more time here. He knows the reason he doesn’t sleep here more often is that it’s just a bit easier to have privacy in a single dorm that locks, as opposed to the room here, where Ben and Remy are each across the hall and various other friends lurk around random corners. But he does really like Sebastián’s room. It’s warm, and cozy, and feels a lot more homelike than a dorm room really can.

Quinn knows it only feels homelike because of the boy who inhabits it, but that’s a good feeling all the same.

He sighs, drinking in the comfort. Sebastián’s head is facedown in the pillow, resting next to his own, in the space between his neck and his shoulder, and Quinn can feel his steady breath as he lets it in and out in sleep. His hair, which brushes Quinn’s chin, is a wonderful, curly mess, and his brown skin is warm, smooth, everywhere as they press together. Quinn will never be over this— over his body, over the weight and warmth, over the way it feels to wake up with him in the morning.

He’s missed this. It was a summer to remember, by far the best summer of his life thus far, a long and lovely tour he wishes he could relive even when it’s barely finished. The sole downside of this summer, of doing shows, of bonding with his castmates, of seeing the whole country— the sole downside was missing this. He saw Sebastián once in July, for three wonderful days when the tour stopped in Phoenix. Under his mother’s careful eye— and goodness, she is the most kindhearted lady; Quinn is so glad he finally got to meet her in person— there, well… there was no real chance for this. No bed to spend the night with him in.

So this morning, this first Saturday of their junior year, Quinn smiles. He wraps his arms around Sebastián’s broad, strong shoulders, threads his fingers in his hair, and pulls him close.

This morning, in this bedroom on Beech Street, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

He lasts a good few minutes laying there with only Sebastián’s steady breathing to focus on. He traces back and forth gently across his shoulder. He huddles close into his neck. He watches the sunlight dance through the window, across the sheets and the roll of Sebastián’s hip, onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom. It was Quinn’s idea to put the bed by the window, when Sebastián made this room his on-campus home at sophomore moving day a year ago. He maintains that it was a good decision. (Fresh air will do wonders for the smell of a jock’s room. Trust him on that.)

He doesn’t have to roll over to see Sebastián’s digital alarm clock; it sits on the nightstand with their two phones, his ear case, a half-full bottle of water, and a photo of the two of them, and all of it is in his current sight line, which is how he figures out that it’s 9:53 in the morning. That’s late for him, for sure, and late for Sebastián as well, but not exactly late for a Saturday morning. The house, as far as Quinn can tell, is still completely dormant. He hasn’t felt anyone walking or moving around since he woke up, and he’s not sure how long he’s been awake.

Sebastián sleeps ever still. He may be snoring, actually, because his breaths are a little stronger than they would be if he weren’t. Quinn giggles, and holds him close against his chest, wonders if this will wake him up. It doesn’t, even as he waits. For good measure, he presses a kiss to his neck, but still nothing.

He pauses, as he lies beneath him. Sebastián isn’t the world’s deepest sleeper, but he’s not the lightest one, either. Quinn wonders what it might take to wake him. He’s been awake awhile, and he decides he wants attention.

He kisses his neck again, going slow about it, and trails his kisses up to his jaw before he lands one just under his ear. This doesn’t seem to wake him, but he won’t give up so easily. He runs a hand, gently, down his bare back, and kisses his cheek as best he can given half of Sebastián’s face is smushed against the pillow.

Which, when he looks at it, is a truly lovely sight. He laughs again— softly, he thinks— and squeezes him tight as best he can manage. Beneath the covers, they’re fully tangled in one another, and though Quinn always gets swallowed by the sheer size of him when he lays under him like this, he does get to pretty much wrap himself around his body.

So he squeezes— one arm around his waist, another at his shoulders, and presses his face down to kiss his neck again. This must do it, because the snoring feeling stops, and Sebastián shifts his head just a little on the pillow.

Quinn looks up just in time for him to open his eyes, and it is a truly beautiful thing to behold. His brown eyes are hazy, but equally dreamy. Quinn has spent so much time getting lost in them. That part doesn’t get old, either.

Sebastián blinks, and then turns his head to him and smiles. He’s maybe not even entirely awake as he closes the small distance between them to press a gentle kiss to his mouth. Quinn smiles, as he pulls away. It’d be lying to say he wasn’t hoping for that kind of good morning.

But he’d like to do it again, if he’s being honest. He lets Sebastián come to; as he does that, he reaches up and cups the side of Quinn’s face in one big, warm hand. Quinn leans into his touch, and maybe sighs a little when his thumb brushes at his cheek.

Wow, Sebastián says, clearly, and then pulls back just slightly, and uses his hand to sign, You look beautiful.

Quinn smiles. He thinks he could melt into this mattress, or maybe— even better— into this boy’s arms. He wraps himself up into a hug Sebastián gives graciously, and he squeezes him tight again. He’s too big for Quinn to really fit his arms around him, but that never mattered. He’s always been the small one, always will be. He loves this big, handsome boy so much.

When the squeezing has concluded, Quinn lifts his head again, and this time he gets a proper kiss, a longer one, its only downside being how very prominent Sebastián’s morning breath is. He supposes he, too, just slept for so many hours, and therefore he shouldn’t talk. Not that he’d mind. He’s woken up with him so many times that morning kisses are par for the course.

Sebastián has a little mustache, leftover from the summer, and it prickles just a little. Quinn wasn’t keen on facial hair with him at first, but Sebastián— because he is a considerate and wonderful boyfriend— keeps it trimmed so it doesn’t interfere with lip-reading. This is how Quinn has come to tolerate it, and even like the way it looks on him. The kissing is still a little funny, and he pauses to laugh against his mouth between kisses.

You need to shave, he tries whispering.

Sebastián laughs, too. He pulls back to speak clearly again, so Quinn can watch. I will, he says. Promise. Then he pulls him back in for another kiss.

This is how Quinn loses himself in the morning. He somehow winds up on top of him, though their kissing stays slow and gentle, lazy and sweet. Propped over him, it’s a bit easier at least to breathe, because while falling asleep with 200+ pounds of boyfriend on top of him is preferable, it’s not the easiest position to kiss in. He likes straddling his waist, leaning up to the pillow, sitting pretty with those gentle hands on his sides.

When they take a little breather, Sebastián smiles at him in the sunlight, and Quinn realizes, all at once, how much he’d like to get his picture right now. Just like this, on the pillow, with his messy curls and his gentle smile. He rolls halfway over to grab his phone from the nightstand, then holds it up and raises his eyebrows.

Sebastián laughs, then nods, so Quinn takes the picture, to store it away as a good memory. As he’s returning his phone, he sees him gesture to his ear, which Quinn takes as a signal to go for his hearing aids next. Once they’re out of their case, he puts one in at a time, and no sooner has he secured them both than does Sebastián pull him down by the waist to hug him close again.

Quinn laughs, and kisses his shoulder. “Hi, my dear. Good morning.”

“You can take them out again,” Sebastián mumbles, his voice perfectly raspy and soft. “I just thought, uh— easier with them to hold you and talk at the same time.”

“No complaints here,” he hums, and moves to plant a second kiss at the top of his chest.

Sebastián rubs his back for a second, as they breathe near in time, and then, when his words come again, they’re a question. “What are you up to today, baby?”

“Mm.” Quinn pauses. His responsibilities seem very far off, though they do exist. “Some homework, I suppose.”

“Homework already?” Sebastián replies. He nods without looking up, so he adds, “Daaaamn. They don’t waste any time.”

“Well, surely you have homework as well,” he mutters.

“I mean, I have some, but…” Sebastián trails off, and then Quinn hears him yawn. When the yawn is over, he doesn’t finish his sentence; instead, he starts a new one. “Do you have, like, a lot of homework?”

Quinn tips his head up now, to meet his eyes, because there’s something in his tone like he’s planning something. His face gives nothing away. “What are you plotting?”

“Nothing.” Sebastián shakes his head, with that handsome smile, and then pulls him up to eye level. “It’s just… you should stay with me.”

“Stay?” He smiles back at him, and arches an eyebrow playfully. “How long should I stay?”

Sebastián quirks a shoulder just a little, half a shrug, and remarks, “Forever,” like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Warmth washes over Quinn, as he adds, “But for now, the morning will do.”

Quinn laughs again. He slides his hands down his back to his love handles, and nods. Talking about forever is nothing new, but he still feels like he’s falling more in love with him every day. “I can do both of those things,” he assures him.

“Perfect,” Sebastián says, and holds him close, and that’s all Quinn needs.

They spend the first Saturday morning of the semester in bed.

#quindo #mini quinny #nandoooooooo #kiersey college #crickets #sappy prompts #ficlet #mel writes

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chilling-seavey · 5 years ago

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Anything But Mine - The Wedding

A/N This was highly requested as a blurb but it needed it’s own full post as it is almost 5k words and it holds a special place in my heart <3

Note: Daniel and Florence’s wedding song is Blessed by Thomas Rhett. Please click the link and give it a listen because it speaks absolute volumes to their relationship and it’s so special to them!

Saturday, October 14th, 2023

Daniel was always good at finding instruments to play in the strangest of places. This morning in particular, at around noon, he found himself in the upstairs hallway of the old historical castle, his fingers dancing delicately over the keys of the grand piano, filling the stone building with a soft melody. He was dressed in a full suit and tie, ironed and styled to perfection down to his shiny black dress shoes, his dark hair combed and styled in a soft part and hair sprayed enough for it to stay put for the rest of the day and then some. A gentle smile was playing at his lips, his blue eyes seeming to catch the warm light of the midday sun that was spilling through the stained glassed window beside him and streaking across the old wooden floors.

Footsteps sounded down the hall and Daniel glanced up to see Corbyn headed towards him.

“I can never lose you. I just have to follow the music.” his best friend tisked, making Daniel crack a goofy grin as he played on. Corbyn leaned over the side of the piano, trying carefully not to crease his own suit. He simply watched him play for a little longer before Daniel dropped his hands to his lap. The final notes died out slowly, echoing off the old stone walls of the castle.

“How are you feeling?” Corbyn asked.

“Antsy.” Daniel said lightly, his leg bouncing restlessly off the side of the bench he sat on. He let his gaze drift out the stained-glass window, the brightly coloured fall trees filling the streets below them making the city seem a bit warmer. “What time is it?”

Corbyn glanced at his watch, “12:10. You still have two hours.”

Daniel sighed deeply, turning back to his friend, “I don’t think I can wait that long, bro.”

“Well you gotta. The girls are still getting ready.” Corbyn chuckled. “But your flower girls are demanding to see you. That’s why I’m up here.”

At simply the mention of his daughters, Daniel broke into a grin and he got up from the piano to start towards the stairs.

“They’re in our room with the guys.” Corbyn said, following him down the spiral staircase. Daniel seemed to navigate the winding corridors with ease – probably since he couldn’t stand still since he finished getting ready at 10:30 that morning – and he got back to their room with Corbyn a mess of confusion behind him.

The rest of their friend group were still in there hanging out after finishing getting ready along with Daniel’s two brothers and his dad. Clementine and Penelope were in the center of the room, demanding all of the attention from the men in their knee length light pink dresses and white stockings, looking no less than the cutest girls anyone had ever seen.

“My girls.” Daniel smiled, as he walked inside, bending down to their height as they rushed over to hug him. “You two look absolutely gorgeous.”

He tugged lightly at the brushed-out ringlets in their hair.

“We got makeup, Daddy!” Clementine beamed, pointing to her eyes where, sure enough, a thin coat of sparkly eye shadow and mascara framed each pair of bright blue eyes.

“Well, aren’t you two all grown up.” Daniel chuckled.

“Just a little.” Penelope said as if to reassure him.

“Yeah.” Clementine agreed with her younger sister. “Mommy said okay but just a little and Auntie Anna helped do it.”

“It looks very pretty.” Daniel said, looking between his two beaming daughters. He stood up from the ground and picked up Penelope to set on his hip and right away she leaned on his shoulder. “What did you need to see me for?”

“Oh!” Clementine ran across the room to the coffee table set up in the corner and she grabbed something from it before running back over to him. She held up a small envelope. “Mommy wanted me to give you this. It was a special mission. Only I could do it.”

“Sounds important.” Daniel smiled, taking it from her with his free hand that wasn’t holding the three-year-old. “Do you want another special mission, Miss Clementine?”

“Yes!” she squealed.

Daniel gave Penelope the envelope to hold so he could reach into his inside jacket pocket to pull out his own letter. He passed it down to the young girl who beamed at the sight of it as she held it in her two hands.

“Make sure Mommy gets this. No one else, okay?” Daniel instructed.

“Yessir!” Clementine nodded before running out of the room. The quick clicks of her Mary Janes could be heard disappearing down the hallway.

Daniel looked to Penelope in his arms, as he took the envelope back from her tiny grip, “You want to go with your sister?”

Her little head shake made him smile and he pressed a kiss to her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into him. He told the room that he would be right back before he walked out again, his youngest falling asleep on his shoulder. Penelope seemed to be a sense of calm to him as walking down the hallway felt so much easier with her.

Daniel found a small bench over-looking the garden below and he sat down, leaning against the wall so Penelope could still nap comfortably against him. He kept his arms on either side of the sleeping child to make sure she wouldn’t fall as he held the small white envelope in his hands, the contents inside personally written from the bride.

His name always looked so much nicer when it was written by her.

When he turned it over, a soft pink lipstick mark was pressed to the seal and he smiled at the sight of her sitting by the window over looking the castle gardens in a long white dress and pressing a kiss to that very envelope. He could almost hear her soft giggle at her own ridiculousness.

Daniel slid his finger along the seal in order to pull out the small sheet of cardstock. The black ink scrawled crisply over the high-end parchment and he held it carefully in his two hands as if he was holding priceless artwork.

Penelope shifted against his shoulder and he set one hand on her back securely as he began reading.

My dearest Daniel,

How long has it been that we’ve awaited this day? It already feels like a lifetime. Every day spent with you brings so much brightness to my world and I truly cannot imagine a life without you by my side. You have always been my confidant, my protector, my best friend, and my one true love. You live so passionately yet carefully, thinking through every action before doing and always putting everyone else before you. Especially our girls. Clementine and Penelope are so blessed to be able to call you their father, and I am even more blessed to soon be able to call you my husband. It still sounds so surreal. We’ve been awaiting this day for exactly 5 years now, even if we might not have known it at first. Every obstacle led us here, all the heartache, the tears, the laughter, and the late-night talks – and I wouldn’t change one thing. This is our story. It may have been five years in the making but it starts today.

I love you more than life itself, and I will every day forward.

Yours forever,

Florence

Clementine came skidding into the bridal suite, her dress shoes shrieking against the floor.

“Clementine Ophelia, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Florence tisked, holding out her arm to catch her rambunctious daughter running for her at top speed as she sat at the dressing table getting the finishing touches on her hair.

“I have an important message for you, Mommy!” Clementine said, bouncing on her toes as she held onto Florence’s white dress tightly with one fist, her other waving the envelope in her face.

“Thank you, angel.” Florence took it from her with a cheesy grin and gently pried her four-and-a-half-year old’s hand from her dress. “Now go sit with Uncle Callum and calm down, please.”

Clementine skipped across the room to Callum who was sitting on the couch with Daniel’s mum.

“What’s that?” Anna asked through a teasing smile, pinning the last bit of the soft white flower into her curls.

Florence grinned down at the letter in her hand, “You know what it is.”

“A love letter from my brother.” Anna sang softly as she picked up the hairspray. “Hold your breath.”

Florence closed her eyes gently and took a deep breath, holding the envelope safely against her chest as Anna sprayed at least half the can of hairspray onto her curls. The girls coughed a little together when she was finished, waving their hands in the air.

“Well, my dear, you look like an angel on earth.” Anna said proudly.

“Thank you so much.” Florence sighed, welcoming her soon to be sister-in-law into a hug.

“You’re most welcome. We’ll go downstairs to make sure everything is going smoothly…and you so can read your mushy letter.” Anna said, ushering everyone out of the room.

Florence took a small breath through her wide smile, catching her own eye in the mirror nearby. She hardly recognised herself…but in the best way. Anna really knew what she was doing. Her blonde hair fell in soft curls to her shoulder, side swept to the left with her bangs falling gracefully over her forehead. The white baby’s breath flowers tied her hair together and her light makeup smoothed out her skin perfectly. It was the type of makeover that Florence wasn’t a stranger to from her adolescent years, but the importance of that day had it meaning so much more.

She looked back down to the white envelope in her hand and smiled at the soft cursive of her name, ended with a small heart.

Florence opened the letter carefully, making sure to be cautious of her fresh manicure, and slid the small piece of cardstock out of the envelope. It was heavy in her hands and before she even read it, she felt tears prick at her eyes from the emotion of it all.

My Sweetheart,

We both know the story about how I was that love-sick teenager at the frat party, trying my best to hit on the most beautiful girl there and ultimately failing miserably after I accidentally spilled my entire drunken thoughts about how I was wanting to marry you one day. I bet you didn’t see that actually happening. I probably didn’t either to be honest. I still remember how you looked that night, almost like the image of you is ingrained in my memory forever. A shy young woman, clueless about where life was going to take her. I thank God every day that it took you to me. From the moment we first met, you have been the shining star guiding me wherever I go; saving me when I’m lost and being my biggest constellation when I succeed. Having you by my side through everything is the biggest reassurance and I truly don’t know where I would be without you. Thank you for not only blessing us with our two beautiful daughters, but also for being such a selfless and caring mother. Thank you for pushing me when I feel like giving up, and being able to let me come to you with anything, even if it’s as stupid as losing my keys over and over again. Thank you for saying yes, for promising to love me through all the hardships. Thank you for making me who I am. I’m honoured to soon be able to call you my wife.

It’s always been you.

All my love,

Daniel

Daniel stood at the top of the stairs, biting anxiously at his bottom lip, watching all the guests below make their way into the conservatory for the ceremony.

“5 minutes.” Tyler said, coming up behind his youngest brother and set a hand on his shoulder, “How are we feeling?”

“Really freaking nervous for some reason.” Daniel mumbled, his voice shaking.

“You’re not facing your death, Dan.” Christian laughed, joining them by the stairs as well.

“I know, I know. What if I like…mess something up? Or like…cry in front of everyone.” Daniel sighed, looking back down the stairs at the hallway that now appeared empty, meaning all the guests were seated.

“That’s the whole point of a wedding. You’re doing it wrong if you don’t cry.” Christian scoffed, brushing his hands over his youngest brother’s shoulders, straightening out his suit.

“You look good, bro.” Tyler smiled.

“Boys, it’s time.” Keri called from the bottom of the stairs. “Tyler, Christian, get out there please.”

“Good luck.” Christian winked as the eldest brothers rushed down the stairs and into the conservatory.

“Ready, baby?” Keri asked, sensing Daniel’s hesitation from the flight of stairs that seperated them. Daniel nodded and walked down to her slowly. “You look so handsome.” She smiled at her youngest son, holding his face in her hands. “I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Thanks, Mum.” Daniel whispered, smiling softly to the dark wood floors.

She linked her arm in his and they took a few steps towards the grand doorway into the white painted conservatory. The large domed skylight was built of stained glass and cast a soft glow around the room, the floor to ceiling windows framed with elaborate white paneling only adding to the sunlight seeping onto the cream checkered tile floor. Dark marble trim lined the conservatory, dotted with many foliage and led to the end of the aisle where the officiant stood in front of the fountain framed in white flowers.

Daniel and his mother took the two marble steps into the sun filled conservatory and all eyes turned to them. It wasn’t a large guest list. The young couple didn’t know many people, but the four steady rows were only filled with everyone in their lives. Daniel couldn’t bite back his wide grin, turning to look at his mother on his arm who smiled up at him proudly. When they reached the altar, he leaned down to kiss her cheek and she sat down in the front row with his father and two brothers. Christian and Tyler gave him two thumbs up, making him chuckle as he shuffled in place. His friends sat behind them, Jack throwing up a heart with his hands that made Jonah smack his arm and shake his head. Daniel stuck his tongue out at them teasingly regardless, his hands held together behind his back, tapping a finger against his palm restlessly. He kept his eyes focussed on the double doors a few metres away.

Barely a minute later – although it felt like an eternity – the band started to play and everyone in the room turned to look behind them.

Anna and Callum walked out first, arm in arm. Anna held a small white bouquet and had on a long light pink gown, matching to Callum’s bowtie over his black suit. When they reached the front, they seperated, Callum standing to the left and Anna finding her place beside Daniel, giving his arm a small squeeze on her way and they exchanged small smiles.

Clementine and Penelope were next, still dressed in their matching light pink dresses and white Mary Janes, sprinkling white rose petals from their wicker baskets as they walked down the aisle with wide grins. The room ‘awe’d at the little girls, Daniel smiling so proudly at his daughters. Penelope ran ahead to him and wrapped her arms around his legs shyly.

He brushed her dark curls from her face, whispering a gentle, “Go sit with Luke, Penny girl.” as he ushered her towards them. Clementine held out her hand and the sisters went to their seats with the Clifford’s.

The room shifted to their feet, everyone turning to the double doors as Florence and Michael stepped down the two small stairs into the conservatory. Daniel could have sworn his heart stopped beating at the sight of her in the long white ballgown, the lace accents sitting softly over her shoulders and the thin veil tucked securely into her blonde hair and falling effortlessly down her back. The moment she looked up at him, her light eyes finding his, Daniel couldn’t hold back his tears, pressing his hand to his mouth in awe by her.

It was if nothing mattered anymore, not worrying about anything but the woman he loved dressed in white, walking towards their future. He couldn’t help but return her smile as he wiped the tears from his cheeks, her eyes already shimmering with tears herself as Michael pressed a kiss to her cheek and passed her over into Daniel’s outstretched hand.

“You look gorgeous.” Daniel whispered, his voice breaking a little as he tried to speak.

“So do you.” Florence chuckled lightly, taking a shaking breath as her other hand fell into his.

They stood together, hand in hand, in front of all their friends and family, as the officiant opened the wedding. Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off of her and Florence was just the same, giving his hands a soft squeeze.

After a quick prayer and introduction, the floor was passed to the bride first for her vows. She took a shaking breath, a small nervous whimper falling from her glossy lips and Daniel smiled at her reassuringly.

Florence met his strong gaze, running her thumbs over his as she spoke.

“Daniel James Seavey, five years ago to this day, I was nothing less than a confused 18-year-old, unsure of what my purpose in life was. I was really at my lowest point. But that goofy, slightly tipsy brunette boy sat himself down next to me and right away things started looking up. From that night onwards, you have taught me so many valuable lessons, from learning how to live joyously, trust honestly, and love passionately. It hasn’t been an easy five years, but I know that after all the tests we have been put through to get here, that our love can survive anything. Loving you is my greatest honour and I promise to love you more and more with each passing day as your wife,” Florence paused a moment, her bottom lip trembling as she held back her tears and her hands tightening on his, “and as your best friend. I promise to laugh with you and cry with you, and to never go to sleep angry. Even if you’re always waking me up in the middle of night when you get a burst of inspiration at 3am and you have to play a new song right then and there.”

The room laughed lightly.

Florence sniffled but continued, “It’s not going to be easy. At least that’s what everyone always told me. But for some reason, standing here with you right now, nothing but the strongest love in my heart, knowing that you’re by my side forever…nothing seems easier than that.”

Daniel cracked a small smile through his silent tears, mumbling a very quiet ‘I love you’ which she returned.

“I wrote mine down because you know I can’t keep my mind in one place.” Daniel said, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and took a shaking breath, taking a quick look at his bride and smiling, sliding one hand back into hers before turning back to his vows.

“Florence Margret DiCaprio. My sweetheart. My best friend. There seem to be so many words to describe what you mean to me but none that seem to be enough to truly encompass how I feel. I have been a boy in love since I first laid eyes on you and I knew, although quite naïve at the time, that life wouldn’t be quite worth living if you weren’t by my side. I made many stupid mistakes in my life, especially the first two years of knowing you, but you never gave up on me and you never held that against me. We make each other better people, better parents, and better life partners. I thank God every single day for bringing you into my life, for bringing our daughters into our lives, and for allowing me the chance to live the life that I only could ever dream about. I promise to work through life with you, to be there for you at your lowest at and to celebrate with you at your highest, to cherish you and our children through everything, and to write you so many songs that we could make our own record library.”

Daniel glanced up at her to meet her soft chuckle through her forming tears, her hand gently squeezing his.

He looked back down to his paper, gently rubbing his thumb over hers, he took a small breath, looking back at her as he spoke, “Most importantly, I promise to you love you honestly and truly, with all my heart, until my last breath.”

Florence let a few tears fall down her cheeks, her heart felling like it might beat right out of her chest. How she absolutely adored the man in front of her.

Clementine was ushered over with the little satchel with the rings and Daniel bent down to take them from her.

“Thank you, angel.” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up again. She rushed back over to her seat with a grin on her little face.

Daniel stood back up, following the instructions of the minister. He took Florence’s left hand in his, carefully sliding the ring on her finger, saying “Take this ring as a sign of my everlasting love.”

The minister directed Florence to do the same. She smiled softly at Daniel before taking his left hand and slid on his own ring, “Take this ring as a sign of my everlasting love.”

Their hands fell into each other’s sharing excited smiles, hand in hand, as the minister said his closing remarks and blessings.

“I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride.”

Daniel let out a quiet, “Oh my gosh” as he leaned in to kiss her. Florence’s hands went to the side of his neck to keep him close, smiling widely into it, as their friends and family applauded.

They whispered quick “I love yous” heard only to them before they were walking back down the aisle hand in hand.

Photographs were taken on the castle grounds under the trees that were changing colour into a frenzy of oranges and reds. Daniel felt like his smile would never leave his face, staying tucked up nice a close to Florence as if he never wanted to be more then two inches away from her for the rest of time. It was all a bit messy and a tad chaotic, the two young girls getting a bit restless and wanting to jump in the fallen leaves rather than pose for picture and Penelope fell over which got them a few good shots of her bawling her eyes out in Daniel’s arms, her tears staining his suit jacket. But even still, Daniel and Florence wouldn’t have had it any other way.

They still had their moment to walk into the library where their reception was, hand in hand, their small group of family and friends standing and cheering and Florence felt happier than she ever thought was possible in life. Daniel led her to the middle of the dancefloor as the lights dimmed to a soft glow and he pulled her close for their first dance. The music played through the speakers, filling the dark wood library with an indescribable warmth, their eyes on each other’s with Daniel’s hands tucked around her waist and Florence’s hands draped over his shoulders.

It was a love song that Daniel heard on the radio one day and it brought him to tears alone in his car on the way home from class, the words speaking volumes about the deep and unbreakable love he had for this girl, who had overcome so much with him, to find them in that exact moment.

He couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her softly, running his thumb softly over the lace of her dress, smiling as she curled into him, leaning her head on his shoulder as they swayed slowly to their favourite song. Daniel let his eyes close, trying to savour the feeling of that very moment, letting the lyrics fall quietly from his lips as he sang to her as if it was just the two of them. Florence moved back a little to look at him, their noses brushing a little, keeping her arms tucked around his shoulders, pressed up close as if they were one.

Of course, nothing was ever perfect, and Clementine managed to slink out of Christian’s lap and made a beeline for the dance floor, dodging his desperate lunge for her. Daniel reached out to grab her as she ran right for them, keeping one hand on Florence’s waist as he took her small hand in his own and she swayed dramatically to the music the best she could. Florence waved over Penelope who rushed over to them as well and joined into their little circle, spending more time with her arms held up to Daniel to get him to pick her up than anything. Daniel and Florence finished their first dance with their two daughters, Clementine twirling around her mother’s white ballgown and Penelope curled shyly into her father’s neck. They wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The rest of the evening was spent amongst their family and friends, eating their expensive dinner and thanking everyone for coming. Dancing occurred by evening and despite the loud music and lights, both Penelope and Clementine were fast asleep, the youngest tucked up on Christian’s lap with her head on his chest and the oldest sleeping against Callum’s shoulder. The brothers, Callum especially, was set on giving Florence and Daniel all the time together on their special day, meaning he was on toddler-duty all night. Christian didn’t complain in helping out either.

The newly married couple didn’t really get their one-on-one time until the reception came to an end and they were off for their honeymoon. Newly graduated from university and parents of two, all they could afford was a week at a ritzy hotel downtown which is where they found themselves that night. Not wanting to be apart for a moment longer; a bit tipsy from champagne from the wedding and a bit love-drunk, they made the impromptu decision to have a third baby, consummating their marriage in the soft white sheets of the hotel king size bed.

And for the rest of the week.

It was no surprise when they were met with two positive pregnancy tests come the end of November...

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nikki-fucking-sixx · 5 years ago

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Always (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

“Honey, what’s the plan for dinner?” You turned your head to see your husband on the couch smiling at you. You picked your infant daughter, Sonja, up from her playpen and held her at your hip as you walked over to your husband’s side at the couch.

“Hmmm,” You were not particularly picky, “Let’s order in. This little lady has been running me ragged all day,” You say, smiling at your beautiful little girl. She smiled back at you before giving your hair a tiny tug. You put Sonja on your lap before resting your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted from motherly duties. You looked over at the clock to see it was only 5:00. God, what the fuck has happened to you? Before you met Chris, you were sneaking backstage at concerts to do cocaine with rockstars. Now, your life was diapers and Disney. You didn’t mind it, you loved your little girl more than anything in the world. And Chris, he was the perfect husband and you loved him with all your heart, but your life felt emptier than it used to be.

“Chris, would you mind watching Sonja for a second? I’m going to take a quick nap.” He nodded and you handed her off to him. You dragged your tired body off the couch and wandered up the stairs to your bedroom and collapsed. Parenthood was exhausting. You were up at all hours of the night caring for Sonja, changing her, burping her, feeding her, it never seemed to stop. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. You missed your old life sometimes.

Well, there was one person you missed specifically. You met Nikki when you were 19 while backstage at a Motley Crue concert in 1981. You two spent the whole night together talking, drinking, fucking, laughing and actually finding out who this dark mysterious man was. When you woke up the next morning you snuck out the window. You did not want to, but a man like Nikki would never want to see you again. After a week, he found you. You remember laughing as he walked into the restaurant you worked at, asking you out on a date. You were baffled to say the least, but you obviously said yes.

The ten months you two spent together were some of the wildest times in your life. You partied almost every night of the week as the rock and roll lifestyle encapsulated you. You never slept but when you did it was beside him. The lows were low with Nikki. The fights were heated and objects were thrown. But, the highs were so damn high. You had never felt more loved than you did when he held you in his arms and told you how beautiful you were.

But, good things never last forever. When you saw him kissing that girl, you knew it was over. There was no reason for you to be treated that way, and he knew that too. You were gone the next morning and you never saw him again. A three months later you met Chris and a year later you were married.

It has been five years since you last saw Nikki but you still thought about him every so often. How he was, who he was with, what life would have been like with him. You took a deep breath and began to close your eyes, letting your mind wander away from the one that got away. Then the phone rang. You sighed and rolled over.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe. Long-time no see.” You immediately recognized the voice of your best friend Diana.

“Yeah it’s been a second. How are you?” You have gotten very good at small talk in recent years.

“I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come out with me tonight.” You couldn’t help but laugh. It was 5:30 on a Saturday, prime family time.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” She let out an annoyed huff.

“C’mon (Y/N), you’re 25! This is the age where you’re still allowed to have fun.”

“I have a baby Diana, I gotta stay in and look after her.”

“Have Chris take on some responsibility! That’s part of this whole marriage thing, right?” You rolled your eyes. She really was far away from the whole committed relationship thing.

“I just really think that I should-”

“It’s a Motley Crue concert and I have an extra ticket. I think you should go.” There was a pause. Your mind was going one million miles per hour but your lips could not move, but there was so much you wanted to say.

“Di… we both know that that’s a bad idea.”

“It’s not like you’re going to actually do anything. We’ll just go to the concert and then go home.” She was right. You didn’t have to speak to him or any of them. You could just watch the concert, unwind a bit. It really did sound like an attractive idea.

“Let me call you back, ok?”

“Alright, just don’t pussy out on me.” You hung up the phone before making your way downstairs to see Chris bouncing Sonja on his lap. She was smiling and laughing as he sang the words to a Beatles song to her. You could not help but stare and feel a warm sense of joy in your stomach. Chris looked up at you and smiled.

“Who was that on the phone?”

“It was Diana, she asked me if I wanted to go out tonight.” The feeling of pure happiness from before started to disappear as nerves settled in. “But obviously that’s crazy because I have to stay in with Sonja.” Chris shrugged.

“You stay in all day with her while I’m at work,” He blew a raspberry at her causing Sonja to give a big toothless grin. “I could use some baby time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Go out and have some fun.” You leaned in and gave him a light kiss, smiling into it.

“You’re the best.” He gave a small laugh.

“ And I love you too.” You got up and began getting ready, excited for what the night had in store.

Diana picked you up at 9:00 outside your house. Picking something to wear that night was next to impossible. You were a mom now, you couldn’t wear those low cut tops you used to wear. You decided on boots, jeans and a somewhat modest crop top. When you walked out Diana gave a whistle.

“Now that’s a hot Momma!” You smiled as you compared your outfit to hers. She had on heels, jeans and a shirt that left nothing to the imagination. You wished you could be in something like that. You hopped in beside her.

“Ready to go?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s paint the town red.” Diana yelled as she sped off. Once you both got inside the venue all you could pay attention to was the vast amount of people. There seemed to be wall to wall people. You had no idea how you would fit into this crowd, literally and metaphorically.

But, once the music blasted, you felt everything around you melt away. You were that 19 year old all over again yelling for longer guitar solos and louder vocals. The band itself seemed like a blur. It wasn’t until your vision focused that you saw him.

Nikki.

He was just as you remembered. His hair was dark and big; his eyes held mysteries that you only knew the beginning of; his intensity never seemed to stay from the bass. And he was still a fucking mess, just as you liked.

You could not help but become very aware of what you were wearing. You were probably the most covered up woman in that whole venue. Everywhere you looked you saw skin and cleavage and here you were dressed like, well, a mom. He did not even seem to notice you as his eyes went from girl to girl, looking for the sexiest thing in the audience. That was Nikki though, what did you expect?

Diana seemed to notice your sudden awkwardness, turning to you and giving you a concerned look. You shook your head and smiled.

“I’m fine, just feeling a little old.” She rolled her eyes at you.

“Then act young.” At that, she pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels from her purse, “Let loose a little.” You grabbed the bottle from her and immediately took a giant swig. God, you missed the taste of dark liquor. The contents of that bottle went very quickly, mostly thanks to you. The buzz was setting in and you could not help but smile and dance like an idiot; however, you still would not let yourself look at Nikki again. It would just make you feel like you did all those years ago. You let your gaze stay on Vince as he ruled the stage. He really did know how to work the crowd, especially when more than half of them wanted to fuck him. You felt your dancing become more sporadic as their set wore on to the point that you felt yourself lose your footing. You hit the ground quickly.

“Shit (Y/N), are you ok?” You got up laughing and nodding.

“Yeah I’m fucking fine!” Once you got your head back up, you let your eyes wander and that’s when they met with his. Even in your drunken state, you could see the shock on his face. He never expected to see you again. After you told him to fuck off, you moved. There was no way he was going to hurt you again. But then, here you two were, in a room filled with thousands of people but only seeing each other. Fuck.

You had to go. This was a bad idea. What were you even thinking? All these thoughts raced through your head as you ran out of the crowd. You had to get out of here. The more you ran through the venue, the drunker you realized you were as you quickly became very lost. You found yourself in a relatively empty hallway filled with music equipment and stagehands. You did not give a shit. Your back hit the stone wall and you began to sob into your hands. You didn’t care that your mascara was running down your cheeks or that you sounded like a dying animal, you felt like absolute shit. So, the tears flowed more than they have in the past five years. You felt like a stupid young girl again.

You were so hung up in your thoughts that you didn’t seem to hear footsteps coming down the hallway. You definitely did not notice when they stopped in front of you.

“Never thought I’d see you again.” The tears froze. You did not want to look up but your body betrayed you. There he was, looking as handsome as ever. You sniffed, trying to recompose yourself.

“Believe me, this was not my idea.” His face seemed expressionless.

“Then why are you even here?” There was disappointment in his voice. You weren’t sure if it was because of you, the situation or God knows what.

“I honestly don’t know,” You brushed a hand across your cheek. “God I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You start to turn away but feel a hand grab onto your wrist.

“No,” His voice boomed through the empty hallway, making it feel full, “I’m glad you came.” You didn’t pull away from his touch, instead you turned to him, finally getting the courage to look into his eyes again. Even when his face seemed blank, his eyes always gave him away.

“Nikki, you haven’t seen me in five years. You don’t even know who I am anymore.” That’s when you noticed him look down at your hand. More specially, at your wedding ring. You did not know what to do. Apologize? Laugh? Cry? You never thought you would have to have this conversation. You could tell he didn’t think so too. His posture stiffened as he took your hand into his, rolling the ring around in his finger.

“I guess I don’t,” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it, “What’s his name?”

“Chris,” He looked up at you again. Your eyes had not left his face.

“When did this happen?”

“A few months after you…” Your voice trailed off as your mind was filled with the image of Nikki’s lips on that girl. He could see where your mind was going and let go of your hand. You pulled it close to your chest like a security blanket. You did not know what to say, so your mind went to the first thing that makes you happy every morning.

“I have a daughter.” Your hand plunged into your purse, pulling out a picture of your beautiful little girl, “Her name is Sonja, she’s six months old.” His hands wrapped around the photograph. His eyes stared at the picture of your baby. He could not seem to look at anything else except your smiling little girl.

“Why are you showing me this?” He looked back up at you, his eyes now filled with anger.

“I-I just-”

“Why the fuck are you showing me this?” He screamed, throwing the picture on the ground, “Are you trying to make me jealous of your fucking perfect family? I get it, you have the white picket fence life and some small-dicked corporate husband who doesn’t know how to fuck you. It’s really perfect isn’t it?” You could feel the rage building up in you.

“Hey, it’s not your place to be jealous.” You wanted to hit him. “You lost that right when you fucked that whore!”

“Oh and now you want to have this argument again,” He stepped closer to you. “I’m a fucking rockstar, (Y/N). How can you expect women to not throw themselves at me?” He was in your face now.

“They don’t want you Nikki! They just want to use you as some story to tell.” He let out a bitter laugh.

“At least those girls are doing something with their lives instead of taking on the role as some bored fucking housewife. Who even are you anymo-” You didn’t want to hear it. Your hand made contact with his cheek. You both froze in shock, unsure of what to do next.

“Shut the fuck up Nikki.” It came out as a whisper. You wanted to walk away now, but you couldn’t. He took a deep breath before bending down and picking the picture back up. He held it in his hands, grasping it like it was his. He looked back down at your daughter’s face.

“She really is beautiful,” He fidgeted with the edges of the photograph, not letting his eyes leave it, “Just like her mom.”

“Yeah, she is.” He looked back up at you.

“I really thought that…” He paused, his eyes going to the ground. “You and I would be having one of these one day.” And there he was. The Nikki you always came back to.

“I did too.” His hand reached out and touched yours. Your fingers immediately entangled.

“I loved you so much, (Y/N),” Your eyes met again. “I still do.”

“I think I should go.” You didn’t want to but you had to. For Sonja.

“I understand, Sonja needs a mom.” You nodded, took your hand back and turned away, ready to walk down that hallway. Before you could take your first step, you felt a pair of familiar hands grasp your waist and turn you around. Then his lips touched yours. The passion that was there all those years ago was still in that kiss. You couldn’t help but let your hand rest on his cheek, just like you used to. Every bone in your body wanted to stay. To run away with this imperfectly perfect man. When his lips left yours, your breath seemed to catch and hold in your throat. His forehead touched yours.

“I’ll always love you, Nikki,” A tear rolled down your cheek, “Always.” His thumb dried it away.

“Go home, baby.” And that was goodbye. Goodbye from the rockstar life. Goodbye from your youth.

Goodbye from Nikki.

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bunnygirl330 · 5 years ago

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗;

pairings: ander muñoz x omar shana, background guzman nunier osuna x nadia shana

genre: fluff, angst, future au - established relationship

word count: 4.3K

warnings: chronic illness, hospitals summary: Ander and Omar love their daughter more than anything in the world. Their lives have been much harder but also so much more joyful since she came into the world. But what happens when parenting takes it's toll on Ander? Will their relationship be able to survive?

a/n: I loved writing this, I don't think I'll ever get bored of Omander! It's so fun to imagine what they'd be like as parents. The title of this is the title of a U2 song I love that you should totally go listen to. I have at least two more works coming up in this series and I've started writing a one-shot book which I will start posting soon so keep an eye out! And, as always, thank you to my amazing beta, ( @alytavzla ) I don't know where I would be without her. AO3

part one - part two

Anyway, enjoy!

Ander was sat on the sofa staring into space when suddenly he was startled by a loud knock on the door. It turned out he’d actually been taking a power nap with his eyes open in one of the very, very few moments of peace he got nowadays. He got up and practically zombie walked across the apartment to get to the front door before swinging it open.

“Hey!” Lu said, far too cheerily, as she wrapped her arms around Ander. “Wow, you look like hell.” She said, taking in his appearance. Ander was dressed in sweats with stains all over his sweater and very large dark circles under his eyes.

“Thanks.” He replied sarcastically. “I’d like to see what you would look like if you had a five month old baby. Not to mention the fact that she’s just started teething.”

“Darling, I always look gorgeous.” Lu stated as she slipped off her coat and went to sit down.

“You do know I have photos of you when you were literally in labour right?”

“Your point?” Lu deadpanned, as if she didn’t understand why Ander thought that was a threat. “Anyway, where is my favourite god-daughter?”

“Omar took her out in the car to try and get her to fall asleep. She basically hasn’t slept in the past three days. And thus neither have we.” Ander flopped down on the couch next to her whilst struggling to keep his eyes open.

Lu laughed and then headed towards the kitchen to make coffee for them. Just as she flicked the switch on the coffee maker she heard the door open and a loud screaming which made Ander curl up and put a cushion over the top of his head in order to try, and fail, to block the noise.

“Urghhh,” Omar groaned, as he slammed the door shut behind him while keeping a tight grip on his daughter. “I’ve tried literally everything but she just won’t sleep.”

Omar then heard Lu laughing from the kitchen and shot her a glare as he walked over to Ander and dumped Carmen in his lap, unable to take it any longer.

“Here,” Lu said, walking over and carrying the coffee. “you two drink this and I’ll take her.”

Ander practically shoved his daughter into Lu’s arms and started nursing the coffee she’d just handed him. He loved his daughter more than anything else in the world but at the same time he hadn’t slept in 72 hours and felt like he was about to collapse.

Within five minutes Carmen was sleeping peacefully in Lu’s arms as she rocked her back and forth. Ander and Omar stared at each other in disbelief.

“She’s a witch.” Omar whispered as Lu giggled.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Ander whisper-yelled, unable to believe that it was finally silent.

“Well clearly she just loves her Aunty Lu.” Lu replied smugly.

Honestly, neither Ander nor Omar cared how she did it they just cared that Carmen was now blissfully quiet. Carmen had always been able to sleep more easily in Lu’s arms. At first it worried the couple as they thought maybe their daughter was in need of a maternal parent but quickly brushed away the worry when it turned out another person could also make her magically fall asleep and that person was Guzman, much to Ander’s annoyance.

Lu spent the next couple of hours cradling and cooing at the baby she’d given birth to a mere five months ago before she decided it was best to get back to her apartment.

———

It was now seven o’clock in the evening and Ander was attempting to put Carmen to sleep for the night as she hadn’t cried again since Lu left and the two of them were hoping that they could keep it that way.

Omar was washing up dishes when he heard screaming coming from Carmen’s nursery once again which made him want to bang his head against the kitchen cabinets.

“Ander!” He screamed, hoping that his husband would be able to get their daughter to calm down again without him having to intervene. “Ander, why is she crying again?” Omar shouted as one last pitiful attempt to try and avoid going to help but unfortunately there was no reply. Omar wasn’t surprised though, with the amount of noise Carmen was making it would have to be a miracle for Ander to hear him.

Omar entered the room and immediately tears sprung to his eyes. The first thing he saw was his baby girl sat in her cot and screaming as she looked down at the ground in front of her. As he followed her gaze he saw something that years ago he’d hoped he would never have to see again. Ander was lying face down on the ground, unconscious. Omar ran to his husband and kneeled by his side, gently trying to shake him awake. He remembered all too well what had happened last time Ander had fainted out of the blue and exactly what had come after it.

Omar now had tears running down his cheeks just like his daughter, but he also knew he needed to take action. He ripped his phone out of his pocket and dialled an ambulance.

“112, what’s your emergency?” Came a voice from down the phone.

“I-I need an a-ambulance.” Omar said, his voice shaking with fear.

“Ok, can you tell me what’s happened?” The operator asked.

“It’s my husband, he-he-” Omar’s voice was cut off by a sob that wracked his entire body. He was panicking and upset and couldn’t get his words out straight.

“Sir, I need you to calm down okay? That’s the only way I’m going to be able to help you. You just need to take deep breaths.”

Omar breathed heavily until the sobs had mostly subsided and then he continued. “I’m sorry, it’s just my husband has just fainted, he’s not coming round and he has a history of leukaemia.”

“There’s no need to apologise, it’s a perfectly normal reaction given the circumstances. An ambulance is on it’s way, it’ll be there in ten minutes, do you need me to stay on the line with you?” The woman asked.

“No, no, that’s okay. Thank you so much.” Omar said before hanging up the phone.

Once he’d calmed down, he rang Azucena who immediately burst into tears and promised to meet them at the hospital and last but not least he rang Lu as she lived only seven minutes down the road and he was in desperate need of someone to come and look after his daughter.

Less than five minutes later Lu burst through the front door of the apartment and ran to the nursery where Ander was still passed out on the ground while Omar had now picked up his daughter and was attempting to sooth her whilst also crouching over Ander.

Lu immediately took Carmen from Omar’s arms and mere seconds later paramedics came rushing into the apartment.

Omar sobbed as Ander was loaded onto a stretcher and Lu did the best she could to comfort both him and the young child in her arms.

———

Omar was now in the ambulance with his head in his hands, unable to look at his husband attached to so many wires once again.

Suddenly a memory flashed through his brain which brought a whole new wave of tears.

It had been late at night and Ander was drained of all life as he’d now been undergoing chemotherapy for six very long weeks. Omar had been watching him as he brushed his teeth, clinging on to the sink in order to stay upright as he refused to let Omar help him. Ander looked better than he had earlier and so Omar decided to quickly run downstairs to get water for the two of them before they went to bed, however when he returned to their room Ander was lying across the bedroom floor clearly having fainted on his way from the bathroom to the bed. That had been the worst night of Omar’s life as ander hadn’t regained consciousness for over twelve hours and Omar had spent the entire time blaming himself.

At least, that had been the worst night of his life, until now. Omar couldn’t help thinking that maybe it was his fault again. Had he missed any warning signs? His love for Ander had grown even stronger over the past twelve years and he couldn’t picture his life without him, especially now that they had a beautiful daughter and what was set to be an incredible life ahead of them.

Omar was snapped out of his thoughts as the ambulance pulled up to the hospital and the paramedics began to move Ander out of the ambulance.

The next three hours went by in a blur. Omar had met an almost hysterical Azucena at the hospital entrance and had to spend twenty minutes trying to calm her down even though, internally, he was just as worried. Ander had regained consciousness half an hour after arriving at the hospital and then the next two hours had been spent with nurses running in and out of the room performing a series of tests on Ander and refusing to explain to any of them exactly what was going on. Half an hour ago a nurse had entered the room saying that a doctor would be with them shortly but that in the mean time Ander could get dressed as he was being discharged.

None of them were sure what to think of him being discharged. On one hand it could mean there was nothing wrong but on the other it could mean the hospital was busy and needed the bed.

Omar was sat next to his husband on the bed, clutching Ander’s hand in his own, as Azucena sat in a chair to the side. Then suddenly a doctor entered whilst looking down at the clipboard he was holding in his hand.

“Hi, I’m Dr Powell.” He said with an obvious American accent. “So I’m sure you’re all probably confused as to what’s happening but I’m afraid that at this time I can’t give you any solid answers. You do have a history of leukaemia so I’d just like to go over a few things with you if that’s okay?”

Ander nodded his head as he squeezed Omar’s hand in an attempt to reassure him.

“I just wondered whether you’d been experiencing any of your old symptoms recently? Nose bleeds, fatigue, etc?” The doctor asked.

“Um, I’m honestly not sure. I’ve been very tired and I’ve had headaches and little dizzy spells but we have a five month old daughter so I’d just put it down to the tolls of parenting. It’s been so long since everything happened that the thought of a relapse honestly hadn’t even crossed my mind.” The more Ander spoke, the more worried Omar began to get. If Ander had been experiencing symptoms of an kind it surely couldn’t be a good sign.

“There is a chance it’s just exhaustion and a lack of sleep, especially if you have a young child. However at the same to time I don’t want to give you false hope. Many people experience a lack of sleep when they’re new parents and but not very many of them end up in hospital. I just want to prepare you for the fact that there is a possibility that your leukaemia has returned. But I’m afraid there’s nothing else I can tell you until we get the test results back and that won’t be for twelve hours so I’ll need you to come back tomorrow afternoon so we can go through them.”

Azucena let out a small sob from where she was sat in the corner as Omar wrapped his arms around Ander who was staring vacantly at the wall, unable to process everything he’d just been told.

———

Once the three of them had left the hospital Ander and Omar hugged Azucena before saying goodbye with the promise that they would meet her back here in the morning.

When they got back to the apartment Omar quietly shut the door behind them as they made their way to the living room. They looked down at the couch to see Lu asleep with Carmen also asleep on her chest.

Carmen started making soft noises indicating that she was waking up so Ander lifted his daughter off of Lu’s chest causing Lu to also stir.

“Hey baby girl.” Ander whispered to Carmen as he rocked her back and forth. “Shhh it’s okay. Daddy’s here, it’s all okay.”

“Hey.” Lu said, looking up at both of them with sleep lacing her voice. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”

“We don’t know.” Omar said as he plopped down on the sofa next to her. “We get the test results in the morning.”

“I’m sorry.” Lu said, beginning to rub Omar’s back. “Look, I’ll stay here tonight so that you two can get a proper nights sleep and I’ll stay with Carmen in the morning when you go back to the hospital.”

“You would do that for us?” Ander asked, looking up from his now sleeping daughter and towards Lu.

“Well I gave birth to your fucking baby for you so I’m pretty sure I can stay the night.” She replied, chuckling lightly.

“Fair enough.” Ander said as he kissed his daughter good night and then handed her back to Lu who made her way to the nursery with Carmen.

Once Lu had disappeared Omar stood from the couch and took Ander’s hands in his. Ander didn’t move away but remained staring down at the ground.

“Hey,” Omar said using his index finger to push Ander’s chin upwards so he was looking him in the eyes. “it’ll all be okay. I promise.”

“But you can’t promise that. There’s nothing you can do. What if it is back? What if there’s a chance we could lose each other all over again?” Ander whispered, not wanting to face the reality of what could happen if he was ill again.

“You’re right. I can’t promise that nothing’s wrong. But I know you and you’re a fighter so if it is back then you’re just going to have to fight it even harder than you did last time. After all, you have so much more to fight for this time.”

“But what about Carmen? We’ve only just got her and I can’t bear the thought of leaving her.” By this point Ander had tears streaming down is cheeks as he looked up at Omar who was trying to old back his own tears for the sake of his husband.

“You’re not going to leave her.” Omar replied as he put his forehead against Ander’s. “We fight for the people that we love. So if the leukaemia’s back then you’re going to fight for her, and for me as well. I can’t do this without you. I can’t live without you, and I refuse to even think about it. We can’t let this ruin us. Not again. I love you and Carmen more than anything in the world. We’re a family and I won’t let this tear us apart.”

“I love you too.” Ander whispered as he leaned in to gently kiss Omar, salty tears running down both their cheeks.

———

The next morning Ander woke up and immediately ran into the ensuite attached to his and Omar’s bedroom, throwing up as soon as he got there. Omar quickly appeared behind him, rubbing his back as he crouched down next to him.

“Are you okay?” Omar asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Just nerves I think.” Ander replied, grabbing Omar’s hand to stand up before rinsing his mouth and face in the sink.

The two of them wondered out of their bedroom and were met with the smell of delicious breakfast. In front of them they saw Guzman cooking breakfast while Nadia was feeding Carmen at the kitchen island and chatting to Lu.

“You people are aware that this is our apartment right?” Ander said, taking in the scene in front of him which made Omar laugh.

“Babe, it’s fine. They’re being helpful.” Omar said as he pecked Ander on the lips and made his way to the kitchen to help Guzman.

Ander shook his head in despair but secretly found it quite amusing. After all, he should probably be used to it by now considering all them seemed to just come and go from his apartment as they pleased.

“Uncle Anderrrrrrr!” Ander was snapped out of his thoughts by a scream as Marina ran into his arms and his quickly picked up the five-year-old.

“Hi sweetie.” Ander said as a smile grew on his face as he hugged his niece. He then made his way over to the kitchen where the rest of them were.

“Uncle Ander.” Marina said, poking him to get his attention as a sad look appeared on her face.

“Yes?” Ander replied, placing Marina down on the kitchen island so that she was facing him.

“Are you okay?” The little girl said timidly as if she was afraid of the answer.

“What do you mean? Of course I’m okay.”

“Well I heard Mummy and Daddy talking to Aunty Lu this morning and they said that you might be poorly.” Marina was now on the verge of tears and Ander felt a pang in his chest.

Ander shot the others a glare over the top of Marina’s head as they all looked at the young girl, shocked that she’d heard them, as clearly they’d believed she wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m fine. I promise. I think you must have heard your Mummy and Daddy talking about someone else.” Ander looked down at his niece reassuringly as she wrapped her little arms around him and hugged him tight. There was no need to worry her over this, not yet anyway.

———

Two hours later Ander was sat it the hospital waiting room, with his mother on one side and Omar on the other, having a serious case of deja vu.

All he could think about was the countless times he’d walked into this very room and prayed that the doctor would tell him the cancer was gone, but then again and again he’d been disappointed. What if this time was like those? What if it really was back?

He’d felt a sense of dread ever since he’d left the hospital last night but now the panic was setting in and he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

Suddenly Omar noticed that Ander had begun hyperventilating next to him and was struggling to breathe.

“Ander! Ander!” Omar shouted, crouching down in front of his husband as Azucena sat looking incredibly concerned. “Ander I need you to breathe okay? You need to take a deep breath.” Omar was trying his best calm Ander down but it didn’t seem to be working as Ander’s breathing had only slowed very slightly.

Then Omar got an idea and took Ander’s hand and placed it on his chest. “Ander, look at me and breathe with me.” Gradually Ander’s breathing slowed as he followed the rise and fall of Omar’s chest.

Omar moved back into his seat beside Ander and took his head in his hands. “Are you okay? What was that all about?”

“I think it just actually hit me.” Ander said. “I mean, what if it has come back? I’ll have to do chemo and everything all over again. I’ll lose my hair, I’ll constantly be sick, you remember what it was like last time. I wont be able to help with Carmen and I really don’t want her to see me like that. I don’t want you to see me like that, not again, not after what this did to us last time.”

Omar sighed, trying to take in everything that Ander had said. “Listen, there’s no point in worrying until we know okay? But also, if you can’t help with Carmen it’s not the end of the world. The important thing would be to get better for her, plus we have so many people in our lives who would be more than happy to help look after her. Also, Carmen’s too young to remember what you look like right now so you would just have to focus on getting better faster so she never has to see you like that.” Ander was nodding but Omar knew that there was still something else he needed to say. “And if it’s a repeat of last time that you’re worried about then you don’t need to. The cancer didn’t ruin our relationship, I did. I’m the one who fucked up and I have to spend every single fucking day of my life regretting it and wondering to myself how I could ever have done that to you. I swear to you that that would never happen again. I love you so much that it scares me sometimes and I love our daughter just as much. We’re a family okay? And nothing, not even this, is going to fuck that up.”

Ander grabbed Omar’s face and brought his lips to his own, kissing him passionately and not caring that they were in a waiting room full of people or that his mother was right next to them. Ander pulled back but their foreheads remained touching. “Thank you.” Ander said. “And, just for the record, I love you too.” A smile broke out across both their faces as they pulled apart but kept tight hold of each other’s hand.

“Ander Muñoz-Shanaa.” Came a voice ten minutes later and the three of them stood and made their way into the doctors office. They sat in the chairs facing Dr Powell’s desk with Omar holding on of Ander’s hands and Azucena holding the other, Ander having given up the ‘tough guy’ act quite a while ago.

They all sat nervously, waiting for Dr Powell to enter the room. “Hi, sorry for the wait.” He said when he finally did. The doctor took a seat behind his desk and picked up a rather large looking file with Ander’s name printed onto the front. Ander remembered seeing that file many times before, only it seemed to get bigger every time he saw it.

The next ten seconds that the doctor inspected the file felt more like ten years. Finally he put the file down and looked at them.

“Your white blood cell levels are normal, congratulations, your still cancer free.” A smile grew on Dr Powell’s face as tears filled the eyes of the three people sat in front of him.

Ander gasped, not quite able to believe it, when he heard the words come out of the doctor’s mouth. He was cancer free. It must have just been exhaustion. Omar seemed speechless and Azucena had happy tears running down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms tightly round her son.

After thanking the doctor the three of them made their way out of the hospital and Azucena waved them goodbye, promising to visit her granddaughter the next day.

The ride home was silent, but not an uncomfortable silence, just one of disbelief.

They arrived home and made their way up to the apartment, Ander closing the door behind them once they’d entered.

Omar turned around to gaze at his husband and immediately they were kissing as if there was some magnetic force pulling them together.

“You’re cancer free.” Omar whispered, breathless, as he pulled back.

“Yep, there’s no chance you’re getting rid of me now.” Ander said before moving his mouth down to Omar’s neck.

“Good.” Omar said between moans. “You know, Guzman, Nadia and Lu took the kids out and they won’t be back for another hour. What do you say we use this time to celebrate?”

“I’d say that sounds like a very good idea.” Ander whispered before reattaching his lips to Omar’s and dragging him towards their bedroom.

———

One hour later Ander and Omar were lying in bed when they heard the front door swing open and voices enter the apartment.

“Shit! We lost track of time, they’re back already.” Omar said, looking sideways at Ander.

They were about to jump up and get dressed when their bedroom door swung open to reveal Guzman looking round the door.

“Hey are you guys in h-” Guzman started before noticing them in the bed and beginning to laugh. “Guess we know your cancer’s not back then.” He said, struggling contain his laughter. “I’ll let you two get dressed. But please, don’t carry on, there are children in this house.”

Guzman left the room whilst laughing at his own joke and Ander and Omar looked at each other, only slightly mortified.

Five minutes later the couple emerged from their bedroom to see Lu, Nadia and Guzman all looking at them with smirks on their faces as Marina was watching cartoons and Carmen was in Nadia’s arms.

“So, it’s good news then?” Lu asked, giggling, as the two of them approached. Ander took his daughter from Nadia and then gave Lu the finger after checking that Marina was still looking at the TV.

“Well at least I’m not the one who found you.” Nadia said, sipping the coffee in her hands. “You are still my brother, I don’t want to see that.”

“What, you mean you’ve never walked in on them before?” Lu asked her best friend, looking slightly shocked.

“No, have you?” Nadia said, looking equally shocked.

“Yeah, like five times. I did live here for nine months remember?” Lu replied.

“Five times?” Guzman snorted. “Huh, that’s nothing. I’ve walked in on them more times than I care to count.”

“Okay.” Ander said, his tone firm. “Can we stop talking now? As Guzman previously pointed out there are children in this house so could everyone please choose a topic other than mine and Omar’s sex life.” He hissed the last part of his sentence whilst covering his daughter’s ears in order to try and prevent either child from hearing them.

“Yes, can we?” Omar said, walking over to Ander and taking his daughter’s tiny hand in his.

“Fine, whatever.” Lu said, rolling her eyes as they all started chatting about what the three of them had taken the kids to do.

Ander looked down at his daughter and then at his husband. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if the results had been different. He couldn’t possibly imagine leaving either of them. He just loved them too much.

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suckerfordeansfreckles · 6 years ago

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I got one! Um, cas calling Dean late at night cause he was sick, and dean was worried, and cas just wants some comfort, and it might just devolve cuz dean just can't help his love of cas and his growly sick voice . . . And cas may have already known that lol.

Soup & Syrup on AO3

Word count: 1.548 words

Rating: General Audience

Some tags: soft boys, best friends to lovers, sick Cas, AU, gentle caretaker Dean, getting together, no real kisses though because Cas is SICK

Note: @ladygotsoul I hope you like this, love, and it made you feel as soft and happy as it made my own currently sick (and possibly using this fic to project and wish lol) ass. I adore you <3

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, as soon as the call connects.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean mumbles into the speaker, sounding soft and half-asleep. “Fuck, you don’t sound so good.”

“Yeah, it’s—” he has to break off into a coughing fit, returning to the phone with his voice sounding even raspier. And it speaks volumes that even he himself notices it. “It’s gotten worse.”

He started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel their weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird.

Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called.

This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

“— over? Cas?” Dean speaks against his ear, low and urgent, and Cas realizes that he hasn’t been listening at all during the past few moments.

“Sorry?” he rasps. “I spaced out for a bit.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and this time it’s soft, but still somewhat urgent.

“I feel a little better, spent most of the evening asleep and drinking tea. I’m just… groggy and weird. And my cough isn’t going away,” Cas says. Maybe pouts, but Dean can’t see that, so he’s good for now.

“I have some cough syrup at home. You want me to come over and bring it?” Dean shoots back immediately, no hesitation in his voice.

“It’s way too late, but thank you. Maybe tomorrow you cou—” his voice breaks in the middle of his sentence, and that hurts his throat so much, that he falls into another coughing fit. He tries to cover it by pressing his phone against his sweater-covered stomach and coughing into the crook of his arm, but as soon as his lungs have calmed down and he pulls his phone back to his ear to restart his sentence, Dean interrupts.

“I’m coming over,” he says, worried and determined. “I’m picking up soup and bringing the syrup. You need anything else?”

Cas is stunned into a few seconds of silence, can’t help the way his heart clenches in his chest with happiness and something way too close to the desperate love he has been suppressing for months, now. “I — Thank you, Dean. That — You’re amazing. Maybe you could bring a change of clothes and… stay over, tonight?”

“Sure,” Dean breathes. “Okay, be there in 15. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

And before Cas can reply anything at all, Dean ends the call and Cas is left alone with his thoughts.

He realizes, suddenly, how disgusting he currently is. He rips open the windows in his bedroom and living room, hopes for a breeze that will bring in some fresh air, and hops into his shower — hoping that his downstairs neighbors won’t hate him for all the noise at 1:27 a.m.

When he steps out of the shower after a quick scrubbing and the cool air hits him, he starts shivering like crazy. It doesn’t seem to matter how long he uses his towel to rub himself dry, how he uses his blow-dryer for the first time in ages or that he puts on sweatpants and two pairs of socks and his coziest sweater, he’s still shaking when he sinks down on his couch and wraps a blanket around himself. At least he isn’t smelling so bad anymore. Just in case Dean feels like giving im a hug, or something.

Cas is fighting sleep again, head lolling back against the headrest of the couch, when Dean arrives and Cas hears him unlock the front door.

Dean switches on the lights as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself, and as soon as Cas managed to blink his eyes open in the bright light, he finds Dean slipping out of his shoes, a soft smile on his lips and a plastic bag in his hand.

“Hey there,” he says, pulling off his jacket and closing the distance between them to sink down on the couch next to Cas, one leg pulled up so he’s facing Cas.

“Hello,” Cas rasps, sitting up so he can look at Dean.

“I got some chicken broth and this vegetable thing, wasn’t sure what you’d want.” Dean pulls the containers from the bag, sets them down on the table and leans back again. “When was the last time you had some food?”

“I had some cereal for breakfast today, but mostly I just… didn’t feel hungry at all. I could eat now, though. I take the vegetable thing and you can have chicken,” he says, trying to suppress a smile at the way Dean lights up with relief.

“Awesome,” Dean laughs, and then he’s up and rummaging through Cas’ kitchen for spoons.

They eat in silence, straight from the plastic containers, sitting side by side and gently bumping elbows every now and then. When they are done, Dean grabs Cas’ spoon and fills it with the cough syrup, going as far as raising it up to Cas’ lips so he can slurp it up in an, unfortunately, very unattractive way that has both of them snorting a little.

“Thank you,” Cas says. “Seriously, for everything.”

“Dude, of course. You sounded — I mean, honestly, you still don’t sound so good. All… growly,” he blushes a little, and Cas can’t do anything but find him unreasonably delightful.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Dean clears his throat. “Growly and raspy. Um. And with the red nose and flushed cheeks.”

“You like that?” Cas can’t help but ask, and he’ll just blame this bluntness on the raising fever later on.

Dean blushes even harder, a lovely shade of crimson that has his eyes looking impossibly greener. “I mean —I like your voice plenty enough, when you’re healthy and feeling good.”

“You do?” Cas grins, voice pitched even lower, and he can’t help but laugh at the way Dean shivers and sinks into the couch a little deeper. “Do you wanna watch something?” he asks, so Dean can deflect in that way he always likes to do.

“Sure, yeah,” he coughs, eyes averted. He gets up and starts Netflix on the tv, starting up season one of Brooklyn 9/9, Cas’ most favorite comfort show. When he sinks back on the couch, it’s a little closer by Cas’ side.

They watch for a little while before Cas starts to shiver again, so Dean wanders off to get Cas’ blanket and switch off the lights. When he returns to the couch, Cas is stretched out along the edge. “Would you… hold me?” he asks, raspy and honestly quite miserable.

Dean looks down at him a little hesitant for a few long seconds, but then he smiles wide and determined, blurts “sure,” and snuggles down between Cas and the back of the couch and carefully wraps his arms around Cas’ middle. “This okay?” he asks, pulling the soft blanket up around them.

“Mhm,” Cas sighs softly, “very much so.” He melts back against Dean’s chest, and feels Dean’s heart pick up speed just like his own is doing. “This is nice. I’ve been… hoping for this.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, breathless and quiet. His arms tighten around Cas’ waist, head tipping down until his nose is buried in Cas’ wild hair. “Me too. Didn’t really think it’d happen this way, but… I will not complain.”

Cas turns in his arms, until he can look up at his face, and his stomach feels all warm and fuzzy. “I adore you,” he says, and Dean’s lips stretch into the cutest smile ever.

“I adore you, too,” Dean whispers back, but when he leans down, Cas ducks away so his lips land on Cas’ forehead instead of against his own lips.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “But as much as I want this, I’m not gonna get you sick, too. You can kiss me all you want as soon as whatever-this-is is finally over, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. As much as you want,” Cas mumbles, and then he buries his head against Dean’s shoulder and unabashedly breathes in his woodsy, leathery smell for the very first time ever.

Maybe they end up not watching any tv at all. Maybe Cas falls asleep buried against Dean’s shoulder in mere seconds. Maybe they spend all of the weekend wrapped up on the couch together, only interrupted by Dean cooking some food and brewing tea and feeding Cas cough syrup.

Maybe, just maybe, Cas falls impossibly harder for his best friend during those few days cooped up together — and tells him so by the end of the weekend.

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wc-ff · 5 years ago

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VIII.

Sergio hesitated a bit as he lifted his fist to knock on the maroon colored door in front of him. His nerves rarely ever got this bad and he was trying his best to steady his breathing to a more normal pace; his usual nonchalant attitude completely out of the window.

He wasn’t trying to but he looked handsome. His hair was braided back into two cornrows that reached the middle of his back and a black Nike tracksuit was clad on his body, along with a matching bag that was slung around his shoulder. He wore a plain white t-shirt underneath and a pair of cocaine white Air Force 1s. It was simple and Sergio looked good in simple.

The weeds surrounding the house were overgrown as if there was no one that could tend to them and it made Sergio feel even worse than he already had been. He’d have to find the time to come back down and mow the lawn for them, front and back. For now, though, he was just trying to see his family for the first time in several months.

There were days where he could move on about his life as if it was nothing, and then there were days like these where all he could think about was how distant his family had become. Every few months he did these random pop-ups and considering how everything was going at that moment, he thought it’d be nice to at least see them. He wasn’t sure how long he’d stay because things had a way of turning left very quickly with them, but it would at least hold him off until he started to feel this way again.

After a few seconds of him standing there waiting, the front door swung open and Sergio was immediately met with his mother’s concerned face. By now, she was used to her son’s random visits and knew that it meant some things had been weighing on his mind heavily.

Neither of them reached out to hug each other though. Sanai instead stepped aside to let him in before closing and locking the door behind him.

Sanai had her hair up in a neat top knot bun, one of her signature styles people would always catch her in. She wore one of her old t-shirts from high school that she could still fit into and a pair of black leggings on her lower half. A messy white apron was tied around her waist that looked as if she had been doing science experiments in it and she had her house slippers on.

Sergio allowed his eyes to wander around the interior of the house, noticing that not much had been changed since the last time he was over. Pictures still hung in the same frames and all of the furniture resided in the places they did before.

He immediately made his way into the living room and sat down on the couch as his mother followed behind him. “So, where’s pop?” He spoke, his eyes darting everywhere but at Sanai.

His mother just stood there staring at the teenager with her arms crossed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but it wasn’t exactly as happy as it should be considering this was the first time she had saw her son in several months. It was more so her trying to study him.

“He’s upstairs taking a nap. Your sister just fed him and helped me bathe him so he fell asleep pretty quickly.” Sanai responded without taking her eyes off of her child. She wasn’t sure if he was still sleeping for certain or not because she spent most of her time downstairs. She just went off what Sage had told her about an hour or two ago.

Although she would never leave him, Sanai hated seeing her husband in the condition he was in because she knew that he despised it as well. It didn’t sit right with her that the man who once helped to build their home from the ground up could no longer even lift his arm to hold her hand during times when she needed it. The couple couldn’t randomly start slow dancing in the middle of their room to absolutely no music anymore. They couldn’t get into the mini food fights they used to when they cooked together. Shamar could no longer be the man that she fell in love with.

And sometimes that love was the only thing that kept her there because to say she was unhappy would be an understatement.

“Oh ok, well, how y'all been?” Sergio continued with the usual questions he asked when he visited. Just trying to catch up on everything he missed whenever he was away.

Sage heard voices coming from the living room and instantly raced to her bedroom window to see her brother’s car was outside. She smiled to herself and began to make her way towards the stairs but halted in her tracks once she realized she hadn’t really spoke to him since they got into that argument at his house. She wasn’t sure if he was still mad at her, but her brother was definitely the type to hold grudges. So, instead, she just stood at the top of the stairs, her ears listening out for their conversation.

Sanai immediately allowed a low huff to escape her lips, her arms remaining in their crossed position over her chest as she stood near the couch. Sergio’s eyes finally met his mother’s with a confused expression plastered on his face.

“You would know how we’ve been if you actually came to visit us.” Sanai retorted, a slight attitude laced in her tone.

She had refrained from saying anything about it at first but she had been quiet for way too long now. Sergio wasn’t the only person in the family that was going through things because of what happened so he needed to stop acting like it. Ever since the accident, he pushed everyone that loved him away. He barely even came to visit his dad in the hospital when it happened and when he did, he’d only see Shamar while he was sleeping.

Sergio rolled his eyes, already expecting that this was coming and he honestly didn’t feel like hearing her nag. He was just trying to come see them and then leave. “What you talkin’ about? I do come to visit y'all, what you think I’m doing right now?”

“Oh, please. We only see you when you feel like seeing us. I’ve had more periods this year than I’ve seen my own son. And what about your dad? He asks about you every day and you can’t even do so much as to pick up the phone and call him to check on him every once in a while. If he turned up dead one day, would you even care?” Sanai responded with her eyes squinted into slits. She was purposely trying to hit him where it hurt because she felt that was the only way she could get him to understand.

Now she was taking it too far. Sergio knew she was right, he didn’t see them as much as he should have but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t care if his dad passed away. He loved them, he just couldn’t see his dad so helpless. She wouldn’t understand.

Sergio immediately stood to his feet in response, ready to leave instead of sitting there and arguing with her. He was the type to blow up and say things that he didn’t mean when he was angry and he wasn’t trying to get his family caught up in the crossfire of that. “Aight, I’m just gonna go.”

“It hasn’t even been five minutes!” Sanai exclaimed. “You haven’t even tried to see your father—”

“You told me he was fucking sleep! What you want me to do?!” The teenager yelled back, his face red with rage. Sage slightly jumped in her spot at the top of the stairs from the base in his voice alone. She wanted to come down and diffuse the situation but she also hated getting into her family’s drama. She had enough of her own to worry about.

“If you don’t fucking want me here then say that but every time I come here, you got something slick to say. You ever think maybe that’s why I don’t like visiting? All I did was ask how y'all were doing and you actin’ like I condemned y'all to hell or some shit.” Sergio continued to spat off curse words as his mother just stood there fuming.

She didn’t care that she brought him into this world herself, she wanted him out of her house. “Well, if you really feel that way then don’t come back here. It’s not like you give a fuck about any of us anyway. All that matters to you in your little world is Sergio.”

The seventeen year old swung his head around towards Sanai, his face contorted with anger. “Yea, ‘cause that’s all I fucking got!”

Sage suddenly heard a loud smack sound off from upstairs, immediately pulling her out of her frozen shock and causing her to quickly race down the stairs to stop the situation from becoming any more physically violent.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw her mother standing there with tears in her eyes as her brother’s chest heaved up and down, one of his hands holding his cheek. They all stood there silently, each in their own heads and thinking completely different thoughts.

“Don’t worry. You ain’t gotta worry about me coming over here no more.” Sergio suddenly broke the silence before turning to head out of the door.

Sage immediately came rushing after him, grabbing onto his arm as her mother scolded her to let him go since he was grown. Sanai waved him off, walking away to go check on Shamar since she didn’t want to be in her son’s presence anymore.

“Wait! Gio, don’t listen to her. We still wanna see you and when she’s not mad anymore, I know mom’s gonna wanna see you too.” His sister pleaded.

Sergio smacked his lips, ripping his arm away from her as he continued his trek to his car. He didn’t care about none of the bullshit she was talking about. If Sanai wanted him to leave that bad, he would. “Man, fuck her. I hate her ass anyway, I don’t come over here to see her. I come to see y'all.” He motioned towards Sage and their parents’ bedroom window where their father spent most of his time.

“Don’t say that, Gio. You don’t hate her—”

“Yo, I’m sick of people telling me how I do and don’t feel. What I should and shouldn’t be doing. I hate that bitch, Sage. So don’t tell me I don’t.” He hopped in his car and slammed the door shut, still clearly livid because he hated when people closed his car doors so hard like they were trying to make it fall off the hinges.

Sage’s heart sunk to the pit of her stomach as she watched her brother speed away from the house. Sergio wasn’t a person that went back on his word or made empty threats so she knew he meant what he said; she wouldn’t see him over there again.

*******

De'Angelo placed the finishing touches on some thoughtful decorations he had hung up around the living room and dining room area. There were scented candles littered throughout both rooms and white flower petals scattered around on the ground.

He had cooked homemade spaghetti and meatballs using his mother’s famous recipe and bought a couple bottles of Stella Rosa red wine in the black bottle for the occasion. Slow 90’s R&B played lowly through the speakers in his home. Everything looked perfect.

Since he didn’t plan on leaving the house, he was dressed in something simple. A graphic navy blue t-shirt and a pair of all white joggers which he probably shouldn’t have worn because they were about to eat food with red sauce and drink a red beverage, but he didn’t really care.

The doorbell rang abruptly causing him to almost yank one of the decorations he was fixing off of the wall before quickly trying to put it back in the right place and going to open the door.

Chantell’s arms were already crossed over her chest by the time he swung his door open. He couldn’t help but to allow his eyes to take in her small but shapely frame. She was clad in a strapless black cotton dress that came down to her knees and hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was pressed out with slight curls at the ends and she had on light makeup with a cherry red lipstick.

De'Angelo reached out to hug her but she just looked him up and down, squeezing passed him to slip inside the house. She was still mad about him leaving her to go and cater to another bitch while they were spending the day together. He was the type of nigga that put other people before his girlfriend and that was a big turn off for her.

He sighed and closed the door after her, following behind her as she headed to the living room. His eyes subconsciously trailed down to her plump ass, watching it jiggle each time she took another step. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t want to just back her up against one of these walls and take her right there but he knew she wasn’t having none of that.

It had already been a week of him trying to convince her to forgive him and get her to talk to him. After playing hard to get for so long, she finally gave in and agreed to meet with him.

As she looked around at how beautiful everything was, she was kind of in shock. She wasn’t expecting him to do all this for her but she wasn’t complaining, nor would she let him know how impressed she was just yet.

De'Angelo pulled out a seat for her at the dining room table and once she sat down, he began to dish out their food and pour their glasses of wine. Taking his seat soon after that, he started off by apologizing to her once again but she only rolled her eyes.

“D, don’t think just because you decorated your house like something straight out of a pinterest page that everything is gonna be all good. I don’t care how many times you say sorry, it doesn’t change the fact that you just left me there by myself. I was so done with your ass.” Chantell replied, annoyance clear on her face.

She didn’t want to break up with De'Angelo but she had been seriously considering it after what happened so she just decided to fall back for a bit and get her thoughts together. Apparently, that made it seem like she was ignoring him so he wasted no time blowing up her phone to get a response.

De'Angelo tried to refrain from rubbing his temple out of stress. He didn’t know how many times he had to explain it to her. Sage was his friend and he needed to be there for her. He was glad he went too because she really needed him. “You don’t understand, baby. She was going through something really bad and needed someone who was gonna understand and comfort her.”

Mm, I wonder if that had anything to do with why the cops came asking me all them damn questions, Chantell thought to herself. He didn’t know she had been interrogated a bit and that was how the detectives got his information and she planned on keeping it that way.

He was weirdly protective over Sage and she didn’t feel like arguing over a female she already didn’t like again. “Well, what that gotta do with you just up and leaving? You coulda told her to give you a couple hours but no. If she’s more important to you than me De'Angelo then I don’t know if we can continue this.” She shrugged as they both began digging into their food, the savory flavors coating their tongues instantly.

The caramel toned man scrunched up his face but quickly fixed it once he saw her facial expression. “That don’t even make sense. Y'all are on two completely different levels. You’re my girlfriend and she’s my best friend. I love both of y'all and both of y'all are important to me. If you called me telling me you needed to talk to me but didn’t wanna do it over the phone, I would’ve done the exact same thing 'cause you needed me and I care about you.”

Chantell internally rolled her eyes. That was cool and all but Sage was a constant speed bump in their relationship. It felt like every time they took a step forward, they took a few steps back and it was all because of her and his relationship with her.

“I’m still not comfortable with it, D. That girl needs to learn some boundaries. Now every time she knows she can just call you and you’ll come running no matter who you’re with. That gives bitches a sense of power over me and you.” She picked up her glass and took a sip from it, smiling softly at the fact that he remembered this was her favorite bottle of wine. He really was a good boyfriend. She just couldn’t get over this obsession he had with his best friend.

De'Angelo shook his head. “Sage ain’t a bitch and she’s not like that.” He responded causing Chantell to immediately roll her eyes. “Just listen. Next time, we’ll just come to a compromise together but understand that if my friend needs me, I’m gonna be there. I need to know you won’t get mad and cut me off every time we have a disagreement on something like this. If it was vice versa, I would understand.”

Chantell narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend. “So, you’re telling me if a NIGGA called me and asked me to come over because he wanted to talk to me about something and I just up and left you, you would be all cool with it? Please. That sounds like some bullshit De'Angelo.”

“Nah, especially if that nigga was someone you’ve been friends with since childhood. I trust you enough to be ok with you helping out a friend, even if they weren’t the same sex.” He answered truthfully.

It warmed his girlfriend’s heart to be told how much he really cared about her and even though she wanted to stay mad at him and make him suffer a little more, she couldn’t. She sighed. “I love you De, but I don’t want this to be a continuous problem with us. You have a girlfriend now and I know she might not be used to sharing your attention but it’s either that or she can’t have any of your attention at all. So talk to her before I do.”

De'Angelo nodded in response, wanting to leave it at that. Anything else he wanted to say might have set her off and she sounded like she forgave him so he wasn’t trying to get into it again. The remainder of their homemade date was a bit lighter, consisting of them talking about the most random topics, jokes, laughter, and heavy flirting between the couple.

De'Angelo only had one glass of wine since he knew he shouldn’t drink to the point where he actually felt it because that would only make him want more. Chantell, on the other hand, was wine drunk and felt amazing as she stared over at her handsome boyfriend with low eyes.

His eyes were a tantalizing dark brown and his lips looked so soft, she wanted her pussy to use them as a pillow for the remainder of the night. It seemed as if he read her mind too as his hand slipped down to gently caress her inner thigh, his touch alone causing heat to pool at her center.

Their lips latched onto each other and their tongues immediately began to wrestle one another, De'Angelo caring less about the bright red lipstick he was sure had started to rub off on him. They made out for what seemed like hours, their hands roaming all over every inch of each other’s bodies as their heavy breathing echoed lowly throughout the room.

Chantell pushed him away playfully, a smirk forming on her face as she got up and made her way over to the kitchen, being sure to twist her ass for him to see. Hopping up on one of the bigger counters, she laid back and her legs instantly opened up allowing her man to glance at her already dripping core.

De'Angelo bit his lip as he enjoyed watching her start to play with herself in front of him, the fact that she had on no panties the entire time making him even more crazy. She knew what she was doing.

He decided to go over and help her out with that. As he leaned over her glistening center, he gathered some spit in his mouth and aimed it straight at her clit before using his middle and index finger to rub it in with her own juices. Chantell’s back arched up off of the counter as she let out a breathy moan, the feeling of his fingers working against her bud sending her into complete bliss. “Ooh, baby…” She slurred out, the effects of the alcohol and his touch now clearly evident in her speech.

De'Angelo bit his lip as he inserted his two fingers inside of her. He closed his eyes as he felt her wetness coat his digits and it made him groan. He missed that feeling so much when she was mad at him.

His eyes popped back open as he leaned over to lightly suck on the sensitive skin of her neck, his fingers never stopping their slow strokes as he used his unoccupied hand to free himself from his boxers and joggers in one swipe. Chantell continued to moan and whisper out curse words as he stimulated her in multiple ways.

“Who else gon’ get you this wet, huh?” He grumbled huskily in her ear just as he slowly slid his member inside of her, allowing her walls to comfortably adjust to his size.

Chantell whimpered a bit louder as he slowly dug his way through her, hitting a new spot she hadn’t even felt herself before. “Nobody baby.” She managed to croak out through her constant moaning.

“Huh?” De'Angelo repeated as if he couldn’t hear her, clasping his hand around her neck and abruptly picking up speed earning a pleasurable shriek at the sudden change of pace.

“Just you baby!” She screamed, the only other sound that could be heard was their skin coming together over and over again. He was showing her just how sorry he really was.

He smirked as he eyed her love faces, palming her outer thigh hard as he continuously rammed into her with no remorse of how her pussy would feel in the morning. “What the fuck I thought.” He grunted out, slightly angling his body so that he was now hitting a new spot.

Chantell squealed in ecstasy, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the counter to hold her steady as the room soon filled with the sloshing sounds coming from her center each time he pushed back into her. At this point, her mouth was agape but no sounds or words could even come out of it.

“Fuck!” De'Angelo grunted loudly as he looked down to watch his member disappear then reappear inside of her, her walls contracting as the juices that coated his shaft were now literally spilling out of her core in abundance. She couldn’t say anything but he knew she was cumming hard. It was dripping all the way down to his pants that were now around his knees and he was loving every second of it.

He was trying to hold it in but he couldn’t anymore. Soon enough, he was cumming right along with her.

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