#but seeing a friend last night--really fun/hot (still loving how he loved my ass and how i was blowing his cock 😌😌😌)--ran way late lol

[icantalk710]

Very glad my team gets the option to work from home for quarter-end week 😌☕🥐

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

[tiredcreatur3]

hello! i was “quite” delulu last night because of how hot toji is 🥵 (yes, i am blaming it on toji)

so, i imagine dilf toji (duh) picking reader up from a night out with the girls and reader is drunk as fuck, not black out drunk tho. anw, so they get home and reader is just rambling and babbling on and on, and then she suddenly had just felt horny, just out of nowhere. so she asked toji to fuck her but toji was like “hell, nah. you’re drunk” and she kept on insisting but toji, the gentleman that he is, still said no. And so after a whole lots of arguing and reader whining and pleading toji to fuck her, toji still didn’t cave in and just decided to do reader’s skincare routine for her and yk get her changed into her comfy clothes. toji does her skincare blah blah blah and then afterwards he tells reader to start taking off her clothes as he picks out her pajamas and shit. Toji went into the big ass closet and started looking through her clothes. Once he found some clothes, he went out to the bedroom and saw her riding the pillow on the bed. toji didn’t do anything and just stood there, watching her. After she came, he went to her and help her to change into her pajamas (literally ignoring the fact that he just saw her getting herself off) and then he lulled her to sleep. The next morning, reader asks toji about what happened last night and toji went into detail about everything that happened the night before except for the whole riding the pillow on the bed part. He thought that it’d just be a little secret/special memory that he can keep lol. The end

i don’t know if this made sense but i hope you can make the most out of it. I’m sorry for my extremely bad storytelling skills (?) and bad grammar but if you will write about this, feel free to change anything about the story. This is somewhat fluffy/suggestive but if u want to turn it into smut, feel free to do so! I also am not sure if this will be sent to you but i truly hope you see this. Thank you so much and i love your writing for toji!!!! ❤️

thank you sweetheart, sounds like so much fun! :)

he wasn’t surprised to see you being held up by your girlfriends as he drove up to the club you were meeting up at, sighing softly as he stopped the car and got out, carefully picking you up and carrying you to the car, wishing the others to get home safely, ignoring the little snickers as he walked away with you giggling in his arms.

the drive home was surprisingly quiet, you being too busy staring at your lover, glossy eyes watching him as you just wanted to nuzzle up into him and fall asleep on top of him.

“i-i missed you, t-to.. ‘m so-sorry i got drunk.” you whispered out quietly, feeling a little bad now, knowing the older didn’t mind you going out and all but he hated seeing you like this, not even being able to hold yourself up. of course he got a little mad, worried that if your girlfriends were there, what would even happen to you.

“i missed you more, little girl. just got me worried.” he let out, pressing a small kiss to your forehead as he let you hold his hand, carefully rubbing his thumb across.

getting you home was also easy but then your lil chattery mood was turned on, telling him all about how nice it was, how much fun you had and telling him all the details about your friend’s love and sex lives which he really didn’t wanna hear but he could never say no to you.

“-‘nd she said w-we should try this toy ‘cause it f-feels really good..” you let out, humming quietly as you suddenly got all silent, staring at the male as he took your heels off, the older looking up at you.

“t-to.. i really want you.” you whispered, carefully lifting your skirt up and revealing your panties and the male immediately stood up and shook his head.

“baby not now, okay? you’re not sober. c’mere.” he said shortly before taking you into his arms, ignoring the little horny babbles of yours, knowing he had a really good self control and shit like fucking his partner while they’re wasted disgusted him. it just felt dirty and wrong.

he set you down on the bed, brushed your hair and did all the things you always did before going to bed, knowing you’d be oh so sad the next day, waking up with makeup smeared all over and tangled hair.

“i’m going to go get your clothes off the rack, yeah? ‘ll be right back.” he whispered, giving you a short kiss which left you all needy, longing for your boyfriend, the booze getting you all hazy and so oh so horny.

it took him a bit longer, finding the jammies so he eventually settled on panties and his shirt, knowing that was at the end of the what you loved to wear the most.

he walked back into the bedroom, wanting to let you know that he was going to change you into sleepwear now but.

oh.

seeing you all out of it and desperate, letting out little tired sighs and whimpers as you rode your pillow, still in your clothes, the male just speechless.

he didn’t say anything, partially because he didn’t know what to say and partially because he didn’t want you to stop. knowing his good little girl needed some release but the way he was raised and the way he felt like about doing things to others while they’re unresponsive, this was all he could do. just watch, watch you rub your poor little clit against the soft material, having caught you riding that pillow a few times before, assuming it felt really good so who was he to stop you?

he just wanted to sit down next to you, help you, praise you how good of a girl you were, how well you were doing, seeming oh so tired and yet your dumb needy cunt wouldn’t let you rest.

he waited for you to finish, licking his lips and swallowing once he could tell you were close, body getting all shaky, those little sounds dying down as you soon came, curling up into a little ball, eyes half lidded as you looked up to the male once he came to the bed, still in the denial that toji wasn’t there until then.

“i-i took care of it, t-to..” you hummed out quietly, spreading your legs and showing the male that pretty little pussy of yours, all wet and bright pink, having pushed your panties to the side for better friction, the cotton material all drenched from your juices.

“my good little girl.. i’m sorry, princess.” he said softly, kissing your forehead as he gently ran his thumb across your puffy clit before carefully taking your panties off and changing you into the shirt and fresh panties.

the next day, you couldn’t remember a damn thing, waking up on top of toji, in his shirt with your makeup off and hair brushed and put into a low bun as usual.

the male explained all the things that happened but deciding not to tell you what happened after, keeping that as a little memory for him whenever he feels like jerking off and all he has to do is just remember you humping your pillow and whimpering for him oh so sweetly.

[pleasingforharry]

Take the Hint, Boss

SUMMARY: Her boss really likes her. She’s not so sure about it. Maybe she wants him to stop, maybe she doesn’t. She wishes she knew. 

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARNINGS: None.

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help this idea just randomly popped in my head

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ass-boss: Dinner with me tonight. Okay?

me: no

ass-boss: Yes.

me: youre my boss. dont be stupid

ass-boss: Don't be difficult, woman.

me: im going out

ass-boss: You don't go out.

me: ever since you put your number in my phone and text me to have dinner with you, i do

He typed up a response, but I didn’t look, stuffing my phone in my clutch. For the sake of both of us, I ignored it. He simply didn’t get it.

Stacey and Gia wouldn't stop texting me throughout the week. The only reason I went out with them instead of staying at the office to work—like I direly needed to do right now—was because they would've just dragged me by the ear themselves.

"Y/N, you work too damn much. It's hurtful, and quite exhausting to watch you burn yourself to the ground," Stacey said sincerely on the ride there. We took an Uber because, apparently, we were all getting shitface drunk tonight. Exciting. "I should have a word with your boss. He's the reason you're only getting like four hours of sleep."

"It isn't his fault, Stace. I have control over how much work I do. If I wanted to, I could easily split it with someone else."

Gia, on my other side, cut in. "Yeah, but you're a perfectionist and won't share."

"Sue me?" I laughed with exasperation. Gia rolled her eyes, her purple eyeshadow glossy from the neon lights shooting by us.

My hair was out, traveling down my back, as Stacey twirled a strand around her finger. "No more talks about work tonight. Okay, girls?" The question was directed to me, but Gia still answered with a loud cheer. The driver glanced at us through the rear-view mirror. I waved apologetically.

My phone pinged again. Fuck, Harry. What the hell? Doesn’t he have to work to do himself? He’s literally the CEO, he’s always busy.

Gia gave me a sideway glance, before smirking. Stacey caught on and laughed theatrically. "Go on, answer him." I huffed and took my phone out of my clutch.

ass-boss: Where are you going out tonight?

me: with friends

ass-boss: Wasn't my question, Y/N.

me: bar

ass-boss: Where?

me: stop.

ass-boss: Answer me.

My phone flipped on its back as I sighed.

"That was hot," Stacey whispered.

"What was?"

Gia spoke first. "It's like a front row view of an enemies to lovers."

"Of course, you would think that," I teased, poking her breast. She bit her lip at me. "It's so entertaining to watch my boss annoy me about my whereabouts when I've made it clear that I don't want to do anything with him."

"It's just dinner," she shrugged.

Stacey leaned forward so we could both see her. “Just make it known that nothing will happen.”

"Yeah, last time it was 'just dinner' because I wasn’t going to let something happen, we ended up having sex.” I cringed at my moment of weakness. “I don't want to mislead him into thinking it'll happen again." I looked down at my phone as it lit up from another text.

ass-boss: When you're ready to go home, you call me. I'll pick you up.

"He's so protective. My boss doesn’t give two shits about me. I hate you," Gia scoffed, flicking my temple.

"He just paranoid that I'll go home with another guy," I corrected her with an annoyed wave.

me: no. dont you have work to do?

ass-boss: I have a dinner to attend to. But my date is being stubborn.

All of a sudden, my phone was snatched away. "Hey!" Gia started texting Harry back.

me: its Y/N's bff. we're gonna out to have a bunch of fun and it would be lovely if you left her alone for the night. thanks babe!

She held the power button down to shut my phone off. "There," she said as she handed it back to me. "It's gonna be an amazing night, okay? No more boss or thoughts about work." I smiled warmly.

"Thank you, G." She leaned in to kiss my cheek, but then quickly wiped it away as her gloss attached.

-

We finally arrived at the club and stumbled out of the car. I had to yank my dress at the hem while also stuffing my breasts back into my push-up bra.

The outfit I wore wasn't picked by me. No, Stacey and Gia completely raided my closet, searching through every corner for the most scandalous dress. I didn’t even remember buying it. But then I remembered, they did.

My heels were high, making me the tallest out of us three. Both girls held an arm of mine as we walked inside. The bouncer nodded his head at us, and Gia cooed with a seductive wave.

"We didn't even get inside. How are you already flirting with guys?" I snorted. She only shrugged.

"It's in my blood." Stacey laughed loudly in agreement.

We managed to push our way to our first spot; the bar. It was in the center of the club, a wide circular counter that seated many. We found three vacant stools and literally hopped on top of them.

The bartender slid over to us with a friendly smile. "Hello, ladies. Welcome. What can I get you started with?" I intended to get a light drink in order to pace myself. Stacey and Gia wanted to get three day hangover drunk, but I had work to do early tomorrow.

Before I could even speak, a hand slapped over my mouth. Stacey placed a long order of drinks, and the bartender nodded and winked at me before stalking away. When Stacey removed her hand from me, I gave her a bored look.

"Are you serious?" I scoffed, pinching her arm. They both laughed and ignored my rhetorical question as they fell into a conversation. I rolled around in my stool to face the club, listening to both my friends and my daydreaming monologue.

I had so much work to catch up on when I got home. If I even got home today. It might be tomorrow. The thought caused my shoulders to tense.

Fuck. Maybe I do need a drink.

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We've been at the club for at least three hours. Neither Stacey or Gia planned to sneak away with a guy as many approached them for a drink and dance. They promised to stay by my side. But I knew it was only because as soon as I was out of their sight, I'd run home.

Gia walked backwards, holding my hands while Stacey held my shoulders, and the two of them led me to the dance floor. "How are you feeling, babe?" Stacey tugged my shoulders down so she could reach my ear. Her movements were a little rougher than she intended as the drinks added some strength to her.

"Better," I responded.

"Not good enough. I want you to feel amazing and free!" She cheered as we found a spot big enough for all of us to move. We stood in a circle, facing each other, and joining in with everyone as they danced to the music. It was so loud that it pounded in my ears and my chest. My body swayed on its own.

I dragged my hands up my sides and to the air as my hips swung to the beat. Gia howled, her hands grabbing at me. "Yes, yes, and yes, hot stuff!"

Stacey was in her own world, twirling and rolling her body. I noticed she had caught the attention of a guy only a few feet away. She didn't see him as her eyes were fluttered closed. So, I smoothly grabbed her hand and danced with her until she was in front of me. I was in her original spot, blocking his view with my back.

"You need to stop being so attractive," I joked to Stacey. She glanced at me with her dimed blue eyes. They crinkled at the corners as she smiled innocently.

"Can't," She shrugged and went back to dancing.

I scanned the floor again, monitoring creepy eyes that Gia and Stacey were too drunkly unaware of. There were a lot. And for the amount of other women on the dance floor, we were able to pull eyes on us like magnets. It was starting to ruin the vibe.

"Hey, maybe we should go back to the bar," I suggested, wrapping my arms around the both of them. Gia groaned, and Stacey blatantly ignored me. "I'm thirsty, guys. Please."

"Okay, let's go," Gia said, holding onto Stacey as I led the way.

We were able to snag our original spots at the bar, and the bartender approached us. "More drinks or you need me to call you guys an Uber home?" He asked, scooping ice into a glass.

"Drinks!" Stacey yelled, sitting on the middle stool this time. Her arms went around Gia and I. "On me. Shots?" She turned her head to each of us. I shrugged and Gia nodded wildly. The bartender chuckled and walked away to make our drinks.

While we were waiting, Stacey and Gia made loud conversation. I chipped in a few times, but mostly listened. I wasn't tired, just drained.

My hand was engulfed with Stacey’s because she wasn't completely facing me, but still wanted to know I was there. Gia leaned an elbow on the counter when she asked me a question or for my opinion.

We received our drinks and clinked them together, before knocking it down our throats. I cringed at the sting. Stacey always ordered the most outrageous drinks. But they always had a good aftertaste, which made it okay.

Gia was in the middle of adjusting her strapless dress around her breast while Stacey spoke.

"I think their bagels could be better," she was saying. "And that one blue haired girl always puts too much butter."

Gia snapped her finger, before pointing at Stacey. "Oh my god, I know who you're talking about! She—" Her voice trailed off as her eyes wandered behind me.

"What?" Both Stacey and I asked out loud. Gia didn’t answer, but I immediately figured out who she was looking at.

A solid chest pressed against my back. And a blazered arm, fingers encircled in rings, slapped down on the counter by my side. I froze in my spot. Both Stacey and Gia stared dumbfounded at him, jaws agape.

"Found you," a harsh voice, deep with frustration, darkly growled in my ear. His other hand grasped my shoulder and massaged the spot. "Hello, ladies," He said to my friends. Stacey flicked her eyes to me, then back at him. Gia only rolled them and grabbed her drink to slurp it down.

I considered turning around and fuming at him for showing up unannounced. To yell at him because he couldn’t take a hint. But I was at a bar with my best friends rather than at the office working late. They brought me here to let loose and forget about all the papers, the emails, and my hardheaded, but fucking tempting boss.

So, I ignored him.

"Your story, Gia. You weren't finished," I said with a smile, motioning to her. She looked at me with confusion. I widened my eyes and clenched my teeth. She got the message. Stacey did too as she continued our previous conversation.

"So, that blue haired girl. I should go back there and make my own food rather than trust her to do it right," She complained. Gia laughed, and so did I, but it was obvious that it was forced.

He stayed in his spot. His hand on my shoulder trailed down my arm, then to my hip. Fuck. I snatched up my half-filled drink and shot it down. That time, I invited the burn.

"Have you tried their BLT’s? Literal cardboard,” Gia said.

“I mean, how are they still in business?”

I finally spoke. “I think because of me. I actually enjoy their homemade lemonade.” He chuckled, his vibration running up my back. I felt a squeeze to my hip, but I continued to ignore it. Gia went on. My head couldn’t completely focus on what she was saying, though.

The bartender returned. He leaned on the counter. “What are we having next, ladies?” He glanced at Harry for a quick second then at me in question. I just shrugged.

“Just another round of the same,” Stacey told him. “Thanks.” She flashed a charming smile. 

Harry surprisingly wrapped his arm across my collarbones to pull me flush against him. His head was next to mine as he spoke to the bartender. His faint stubble scratched at my eyebrow.

“All the drinks they’ve had and will have, put it on this,” He said, nonchalantly. He flicked out a card and handed it to the bartender. My eyes widened at Stacey and Gia, who gave me the exact reaction back.

“Oh, this is gold,” Stacey sing-songed over the music. “Thanks, Styles.” I assumed he nodded with that blank, dark look he gives everyone. 

Gia smirked at me. “Thanks, H.” I rolled my eyes, resting my head against his shoulder. It was there, so might as well use it. He sighed under his breath and held me tighter.

“I kind of want to dance again,” Stacey groaned, raising her hands up to stretch. “Girls?” She looked at both of us. Just then, our drinks arrived. 

“Yes and yes,” Gia cheered, taking her glass and bringing it closer to us. I took mine and so did Stacey. The bartender apparently made one for Harry too as there was a fourth. He swiftly took it. “To Y/N’s fun night out!” Gia yelled. Stacey laughed and clinked her glass with Gia’s. They both turned to me.

“Thanks, guys.” We smacked our glasses together. Harry had already finished his and left the empty shot on the table.

I drank mine and shivered. Goosebumps trickled up my arms—Harry noticed. “Need my blazer?” He asked, his lips on my ear. Literally. 

Nice try. With a sigh, I ignored his question. He huffed angrily because of it, but still kissed my temple, his lips cold, before straightening up. His arms continued to hold me against him. I was instantly warmed up.

I did my best not to react and give him that satisfaction. I could tell he was getting angsty with me ignoring him. He yearned for attention.

“Okay, we dance!” Stacey grabbed mine and Gia’s hand. “Harry, stay here.” I leapt off my stool, and for the first time, glanced back at him. 

He looked good. I abashedly examined his outfit. It seemed as if he came searching for me right after work. Black blazer, black dress shirt underneath. Tight pants that stretched his long legs. His hair perfectly set, like each strand was placed in a direct spot.

He looked down at me with those dashing green eyes. His face was hard. He was mad at me—who cares—but still had a soft touch that only I could get from him. 

“You can go. You found me, I’m fine,” I told him with my free hand on my hip. Harry only blinked, his face staying unbothered. “What?”

Gia groaned, “Let’s go, Y/N. He’s fine.” Stacey dragged us both away. My eyes stuck on Harry’s, watching him settle on the stool I was on and leaning his elbows back on the counter. His head fell to the side, still hawk eyeing me.

I turned away and followed my friends. We were back in our circle, holding each other—mostly out of protection. Stacey was behind me and had her chin on my shoulder with our hands connected. We raised them up and laughed as I grinded back on her. 

“If your hot boss wasn’t turned on by this, he’d probably march right over and throw me across the floor by my hair,” Stacey said in my ear. Gia was next to her, able to hear, and nodded in agreement.

“I’m trying to hide you from his view, but he still finds away,” Gia complained. “Want us to move farther into the crowd?” I shook my head and continued to dance. 

“Fuck him.”

Gia and Stacey gasped. “There she is!”

Our dancing only lasted another few minutes, before my feet started to throb. Stacey and Gia were spinning each other around as I watched. I couldn’t keep up, so I pushed them together.

“I’m gonna go sit down,” I told them. 

“With Harry?” Gia asked, glancing over my shoulder at him. I shrugged.

“Not with him. He just happens to be over there.” They laughed. “Be prepared to call an Uber if I come back with bloody knuckles.”

“Hot men bring that out of us,” Stacey said. “Completely normal.”

I laughed. “Have fun, ladies.” They wiggled their fingers at me seductively, before grabbing at each other to dance again.

I stumbled as I walked away. My eyes were heavy, but I still caught Harry watching me. He looked more alert now that I was approaching him. He stood up from the stool and met me halfway.

When he was in reach, I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell into him. “Whoa, love. You okay?” I groaned against his chest.

“My feet are killing me,” I whined. “Carry me?” Oh yeah, I was drunk. Harry chuckled, staring down at me amusedly.

“Not in that tiny dress I will. Can’t let all these creeps see what’s mine,” He said, winking at me. I scoffed and dropped my arms from him.

“You ruined it.”

“I’m not wrong.”

“You’re completely wrong that I kind of feel bad.” I brushed past him on my way to the stool. “Sit.” I patted the seat. He followed my orders and did so. I climbed on top of him, sitting on one of his thighs. Both of his hands held my waist, pulling me closer.

He softly stuffed his nose into my neck. “We should’ve went to dinner together,” He whispered.

“Hmmm... what will the building think when I tell them that big, meanie Mr. Styles is obsessing over dinner with some woman?”

“You’re not just some woman,” He said. “And go on and tell them. I’d like someone to say something to me about it.” I smirked at him.

“That was kind of hot.” He gazed at me, longingly, before smiling. “I have so much work to do. I would’ve been stuck in the office if G and Stace didn’t drag me out. Don’t take my rejection so personally.” I patted his hard chest.

Harry sighed and kissed my jaw. “This isn’t the first rejection, though. You’re deliberately avoiding spending time with me.” I finally looked away with a blush. “Is it because we went too fast for you?” 

I thought back to that night. The lovely dinner, supposedly as friends, then the drinks at his house. I promised myself to make sure it didn’t go farther than that. His eyes, his lips, his laugh, his smirk, his cock bulging against the pants he wore. It was enough for me to climb on him like a koala and smash my lips onto his.

I’ve been trying to be distant towards him since then. Harry, on the other hand, was on my ass more than ever. At work, through text while I worked, during my lunch break, during his. 

“I’m leading you on, Mr. Styles,” I whispered. His hands grasped my neck. 

“Look at me, baby.” I don’t. So, he did it for me by nudging my jaw. We met eyes. “Do you want this?”

“It’s not right.”

“Why not?”

I had no excuse. I honestly didn’t know why my head was so convinced that we shouldn’t be together when every other aspect of my body wanted him. So fucking bad. It reacted on its own when he was near. Like now. My fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pushing his lips on my jaw. He gladly kissed a trail.

“Y/N?”

I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Harry squeezed me closer to him.

“Another night. But I want to figure us out.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. Harry tugged it out just as fast. “Say it. I’m listening, baby.”

“Nope.” I shook my head. 

“You’re stubborn.”

“I know you like it.”

He smirked widely. “I love it.” He kissed my cheek. “But are you okay with this? Me constantly asking?” I shrugged.

“I think so.”

“You think so?”

I nodded. “You get everything you want and everyone bows down to your authority. I don’t, and I’m the only one who can get away with it. I like it.” Harry tilted his head to the side as he took in my words. “You make time just for me, and I can have your undivided attention whenever. I don’t want to abuse this so-called ‘power’ but I like when you want me. No one ever wanted me like this.”

He hummed and looked forward. I watched him. “You’re right. I like your power over me too.” I giggled and held him tighter.

“Is this weird?” I asked to no one in particular. Harry still shook his head. “Keep asking me to dinner, okay?” His eyes lit up.

“Will you agree to go?”

We looked at each other. I slowly smiled. Wickedly.

“Nah.”

We both laughed. Then we kissed. For the rest of the night. 

And then had some dinner.

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idk just a random idea. had no ending in mind.

[kel-lance]

Movie Night: fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was making and nobara s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

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“Megumi, are you paying attention?”

“And if you want them to do this,” you yelp higher this time, more surprised than anyone that Toge knew exactly which spot Yuta was talking about. He does it again to show his underclassman, slowly this time drawing out the same noise.

“Remember what I said, if you make her come before I get to I’m unleashing mahagara on all of us.” The other guys sigh and let you go. They sit back, beaming, almost satisfied with what they got out of the moment.

You’re moved from everyone’s reach, to sitting in-between megumi’s legs, his body almost swallowing yours. His long arms tried to hide you away from the others’ greedy hands and you almost let him erase you before feeling more of him. It almost took you by surprise, that he was poking at you.

You let your head fell back onto his shoulder, wondering what face megs could be making. He’s trying so hard to hold back right now. The faint grinding of your ass onto his thighs was already enough. He gasped hard, trying not to look at you, focusing so his body could last.

You crane up and kiss his cheek, this was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Megumi never fights back against you, so seeing him trying to deny what he’s fantasized for years, you regained your playfulness and hopped off his lap.

Turning to face him, you grasp his face and pull him into a kiss, continuing his streak of pleasure. “They thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, hah.” You were surprised, they almost made you forget how they melt under your touch. You got them to keep up with you, though, of course no one else could compare to Yuuji’s.

Either way, you’ve got fresh meat now and everything from the past comes flooding back. You met tsumiki-chan in elementary school and knew she was going through hard times. You just had a knack of figuring people out as a kid and something drew you to her, more or less a curse found her because of the loss of her parents, you pitied her and exorcised it.

Megumi wondering what happened to that weird thing he used to see on tsumiki and she suddenly feels better when she’s around me? You didn’t mind as they were a fun duo, and you get how they grew up, though you had the school take you in for your sorcery instead of certain super famous super powerful super hot descendants of certain clans. *rolls eyes*

“This is my best friend’s brother, she knew about his crush but will she kill me?!” You’re brought back as you felt meg’s tongue trace your bottom lip. “She’d be happy for us.” You dive into him, pushing him back into the headboard, ignoring the other guys watching, commenting among themselves of the show before them.

You’re on all fours while kissing him into the bed frame, ass in the air, hands pressing onto his hard chest and abs. It was someone completely new, a body that you haven’t fully familiarized yourself with, yet it’s been waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling yourself back to take off just the t shirt you were wearing for movie night. I mean it was your house and you asked them to come over… you could’ve started this whenever you wanted.

——switching writing style-——

- you hover over him and tease him by dipping your hips down, he’s barely entering you but still getting his raw head

- He’s whimpering and holding onto you as he cums right away and you’re loving it, giving him words of encouragement and saying how he’s so good

- He’s whisperer he’s sorry and you tell him he’s gonna fuck you as much as he’s waited for

- “She’s loving this” they chatter

- “I remember our first time…”

- “Salmon salmon”

- Tell me when you want me to move. You’re still hard, unless you need a second?

- He huffs as he holds you and says yeah

- Yuuji comes over to sit him up and hold him as he needs aftercare.

- I guess we have our order now. Don’t tire yourself out y/n yuujis bright eyes gave a lustful hint that he’s really going to enjoy todays session

- Toge pulls you to the end of the bed and has you bend kneed on the floor as he uses his fingers to fuck you into finishing and to make it easier to scoop out megumi’s cum

- He licks you clean and spits it onto megumi who both try to fight before you hazily ask them to help you do that again and you loved it

- Yuta has you sit on his dick, showing the others about the rules of your body and how to treat you until you try to move.

- He gets excited and start to go crazy with the angles and how he’ll manipulate how gravity will make you fall back onto his dick splitting you open, getting deeper and deeper, getting more intense, so intense you gave up breathing until the involuntary gasping comes.

- There was no one else but you two, his hand grabbing at your throat to keep you up, the other hand across your womb, feeling himself through and jerking his hips. Your arms were pinned by his chest and behind your back. “Yuta, plea-“ That was the final straw, he didn’t care anymore. Taking his time? Saving his energy? Fuck that, he’s known you once, letting you love him was a huge step from coming out of “neglectbernation” or his hermit phase, but he couldn’t choose between his trauma and you, his past or his future, Rika or you. You knew he didn’t need her, you were fine with it actually when he broke the curse, but then he started to be weird about it. almost forgetting that you and rika weren’t the same person, that you weren’t a body replacement for her, it just was bad to be around so you left, noticing that he and toge started to hang out together more if they’re not watching u.

- Anyway from this position if he lets go of the weight of your whole body falls onto his cock, and he bounces you back you in ease. This would be so hot if the other boys weren’t trying to claim your face

- Yuta was the most fixed on you while toge was the most needy. Yuuji was the most clingy and Megumi was the most yearned.

- Toge come over here and help us out. Toge puts himself in you too, you can feel yuta digging in deep from behind while toge rubs against your g-spot or is that your bladder?

- You don’t know as yuta holds you up between the two boys.

- You lol your head to the side and the boys nip at your neck and ear and kiss at each other, tongues twirling before they separate on soft parts of your body

- Toge pulls himself out and brings your head down on him. Changing angles yuta rhythmically pounds into you from behind. The angle making him feel larger, you waste no time taking toge in your mouth, you tasted megumis cum, your own juices and the precum of the other two.

- This was an average Tuesday tbh, sometimes yuuji comes by to watch, sometimes we just record and watch later with everyone.

- Right now could be a good time, maybe they set up a camera somewhere before you milked Megs.

- You’ll think about it later, right now why don’t you give him a show.

- You held yourself up with your hands, sometimes with your knees. Putting your hands on the back of his hips to pull and push him into your head rather they bob your head all around.

- You pull him all the way into your throat, letting him adjust and lose himself into the tight wet hot hole. Yuta moving you all around was also aiding in his pleasure.

- Looking up trying to get a glimpse of his pretty purple eyes, you loved being able to hear his voice, so him whimpering had you all sorts of messed up

- Yuta knew it too, his voice being so pretty though demanding, it was so cool. But he also knew because you’d squeeze in him whenever toge got loud.

- Megumi couldn’t stop watching you, he could only admire you, his best friend holding him as he caught his breath.

- He was eating up every angle of you, Yuuji also watching intently, patiently. His bulge was grinding into Megumi, his hands teasing and sensually grabbing at the mess you’ve created. “He could control himself.” We all hoped.

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A/N: Next ch is 3/9 (megs fr this time, yuuj, n sukuna. (And finishing off these two.))

[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Part Six

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, smut (oral f!receiving, fingering, penatrative sex, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 7696

“Mm, a little lower,” your muffled moan barely made it out from the bed. Large hands worked their way down your spine, a sigh releasing from your body. “Right there, that’s the spot.”

“Wasn’t this the best idea?” Olivia groaned from her own massage table, making you hum in response. “Mike made fun of me for having this after camping but I bet he’s jealous.”

“I know Danny is,” you sighed again when the masseuse began working on your left hip. “I could tell his back was sore after last night.” Olivia lifted her head, a sleepy smirk playing on her face.

“Oh? And why is that?” waggling her eyebrows, she rested her chin in her hand and waited for the answer.

“I almost died of hypothermia, that’s why.” rolling your eyes, you also propped your body up. “If I could’ve melded together with him, I would have.”

“I mean, there were ways to keep warm.” Olivia shrugged. “I know I worked up quite a sweat last night.”

“I’m so happy for you, Liv.” you deadpanned. “I didn’t really feel like getting nasty in a tent near my ex.” Olivia scoffed. 

“They were fighting all night, Mike and I had to hook up to drown it out.” she laid back down. “Naomi was maaaaad.”

“I have nothing to say,” you tried to hide the satisfied smirk on your face, and failed. 

“You’re allowed to be petty,” Olivia said. “Your boyfriend knocked your ex-boyfriend on his ass for tripping you in a dumb flag football game. And he looked hot as fuck when he was angry.” Olivia was correct in that, upon your reflection of the previous day. Danny’s usual cheery and kind demeanor turning dark and moody had started something in you. You couldn’t help but remember how his jaw had clenched as he glared at Gavin after setting you in the camping chair. 

He had checked on you at least twice since you’d gotten out of the shower, once through the door, offering to get extra towels so you didn’t slip on the steamy tile floors. And a second time as you slipped on some sneakers, as a small wince graced your features. You assured him you were fine, but he made sure to remind you to tell the masseuse it was tender. While his outward demeanor was sweet and tender, you could still see the lingering anger at what and who caused your mild injury. 

“He was something, alright.” you mused. 

“I hope you gave him a good thank you when you got back to the room this morning.” Olivia sighed, laying down as her masseuse began working on her shoulders. 

“He was thanked incredibly well,” you assured Olivia. She continued to prattle and dig details out of you, and you supplied little fibs, playing coy to spare the spa workers in the room any embarrassment. 

A few miles away, Danny was looking down into a jewelry case, looking at various necklaces and rings, glittering with different colors and cuts of stones. He wondered for a moment, how that pear cut sapphire pendant would compliment your complexion. Danny imagined presenting it to you, and seeing your face light up, turning quickly so he could put it on you. Lifting up your hair as he brought the delicate chain around your neck, letting the pendant rest against your decolletage as he fastened the clasp. The way you would let your hair fall as soon as it was fastened, turning around to show him how it looked before springing up and kissing him in thanks.

“You ready?” Mike tore him from his thoughts, walking over with a large bag. “I think the guys will really love these watches, thanks for coming with me.”

“No problem, it’s nice to have something to do while the girls are all together.”

“Oh yeah.” Mike agreed, looking down at where Danny’s vision was occupied. “Ah, thinking of getting a gift for someone special?” Danny chuckled under his breath, realizing that his imagination really did have him considering the necklace. “She does love sapphires, Olivia got her some earrings a few years ago for her birthday, you would’ve thought it was a check for a million dollars.”

“I don’t know…it might be too early.” Danny bit his bottom lip as he thought, while Mike just shrugged.

“Never too early to spoil the one you love.” he replied back. “Besides, six months is a big deal, especially with how she swore off actual relationships.”

“I didn’t know that,” Danny furrowed his brows slightly, glancing over to Mike, who sighed. 

“Listen, I try to stay out of the gossip between the girls, but I do end up hearing some things.” he waved over the jeweler to the counter, and continued as the older woman finished putting things away from another sale. “She was really hurt by Gavin. She told Olivia she would never get into a serious relationship again, strictly hook-ups and one night stands, and Olivia said she was deadly serious.”

“I get it,” Danny shrugged, “She didn’t want to risk her heart breaking again.” Mike nodded, greeting the sales woman and gesturing to the sapphire necklace.

“Danny, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other,” Mike said softly. “It’s the way I look at Olivia. And if she kept you a secret for six months, she must really have feelings for you, and she’s scared that something like that is going to happen again.”

“I would never.” Danny’s eyes flashed, shaking his head before turning to the jeweler who was holding out the pendant to him. The stone sparkled under the bright lights, and Danny felt more and more certain that something that beautiful was supposed to belong to you. Mike watched Danny’s face carefully. 

“I believe you,” Mike finally said. “Olivia is still sizing you up, but I believe you.” Danny glanced back at the man. “I think you should get it for her.”

“This is a gorgeous necklace, and it is on sale right now!” the woman holding it against her palm smiled. “Is this for a special occasion? I can gift wrap it!”

“It's just because,” Danny smiled. “But yeah, I’ll take it. Go ahead and gift wrap it.” Mike grinned as Danny paid for the jewelry, taking the small gift bag in his large hand and following Mike out of the store. 

“Do you mind if we just walk around a little? I’m not ready to go back to the winery.” Mike asked Danny. “I know the next two days I’m gonna be cooped up while Olivia runs around and gets ready.”

“Yeah, we can bum around a little.” Danny smiled. The more time he took to get back, the more of a chance you’d be in the room when he did. The necklace was already burning a hole in his pocket, he wanted to run back on his own two legs and find you, thrust it into your hands and watch you light up. The two men popped in and out of a few stores, looking at local trinkets, sweatshirts with the name of the city they were in and a few other handmade goods. Mike tried his hand at haggling over an ornate hand carved clock at a trading post themed store, while Danny continued to look away. 

A wall was lined with old whiskey barrels, and as Danny peered into them, he found different candies in them. As he gazed over the gummy fish, chocolate coins, and various old fashioned candies, his eyes caught something. In the second to last barrel, there were the exact suckers you had told Danny his eyes looked like. Without thinking, he shoved his hand in the barrel, grabbing a handful and bringing them up to the counter.

They decided to head back after Mike’s failed bargaining, the clock remaining in the store. Danny didn’t want to stir the pot, he shouldn’t, because he was only temporary, but he felt the question cloying in his throat, and had to ask.

“If everyone is upset with Gavin, why is he in the wedding?” Danny turned to Mike. “You don’t seem to be happy about it either.”

“It’s…complicated.” Mike grimaced as kept his eyes on the road. “My parents are really good friends with his parents, and it was going to cause far more trouble to not have him than it would to have him.” Danny nodded. He understood that choosing battles was something everyone had to do. “Honestly, Gavin had us all fooled. Everyone thought I knew about Naomi, but I didn’t. It was just as much as a shock to me. And Gavin was like my brother, I just…I haven’t been able to fully forgive him.”

“It seems like he betrayed a lot of people.” Mike nodded. 

“Yeah. I’m hoping after the wedding, I can finally make a clean break, use that as an excuse for why we’re not around as much, or going out.” Mike sighed, glancing over to Danny. “I’m happy you’re here. You’ve kept him in his place, even if you didn’t know it.”

“Yeah?” Danny couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips. “I probably shouldn’t have gotten so rough in flag football…”

“Honestly? Most of us were happy you did.” Mike laughed. “It’s been a long time since Gavin has been cut down to size.”

“My honey wasn’t too happy that I resorted to it.” Danny chuckled, making Mike laugh. 

“Well, your honey is a liar, because she was grinning the entire time it happened,” he responded. “And anyway, I’m happy you’re here because of her. She became like a little sister to me in college and I was worried about this week. You’ve brought her back to who she was, but better.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Mike said, grinning over to Danny. “You’ve definitely brought her spark back, Danny.” Danny didn’t say anything, pressing his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling like an idiot. 

Danny said goodbye to Mike in the lobby and raced up the stairs to your room, eager to see if you were there or not. There was no trace of you in the living room, but as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom, the door shut and light coming from beneath the door. The sound of the shower running greeted him, and he realized he had some time. 

Nervous, Danny paced around the room, hiding away the candy in his bedside drawer, but leaving out the box with the necklace. The gift wrapping was beautiful, but Danny suddenly felt it was too much, and ripped it away, tossing the torn paper into the trash bin in the living room. The simple, black velvet box looked much better to him, making him feel better. 

He watched the minutes tick by, going back and forth on if he was really going to give you the necklace. Was it too late to take a car and return it? Act like it never happened? How were you going to respond to a gift like this? As he worried himself, he missed you leaving the bathroom, being startled by you calling his name. 

“Hey, you’re back.” you smiled. Danny turned, keeping his arms behind his back. He took in your appearance, wrapped up in a plush robe. Your hair was clipped up on top of your head keeping it dry. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes almost sleepy.

“Yeah,” he smiled back. “You look relaxed.”

“Mm, the spa was amaaazing,” you sighed. “I got the massage, got my hair retouched, my eyebrows and nails done.” you lifted your hands up in front of him, wiggling your fingers. Your nails had been shaped into soft, rounded points, a sheer, sparkling pink. 

“They look very nice.” he smiled, moving one hand and holding your wrist delicately in it to get a better view. Your smile widened at his compliment, before you realized he was keeping something from you.

“What are you up to?” one of your eyebrows raised curiously as you tried to peek around his broad shoulders to see what he had behind him. Danny shifted his body to try and hide the box, nervous again now that the moment was here. “Danny,” you said with a laugh. “What do you have?”

You tried reaching around him but he dodged your hands, turning and walking backwards. 

“Okay, promise you won’t freak out,” Danny started, laughing as you followed him.

“What’s behind your back, Danny?”

“When I was out with Mike, I found something.” Danny started, pausing, causing you to stop in your brief chase. “It’s a little….much.”

“Danny, come on!” you laughed impatiently. Danny took in a deep breath, and brought the case from behind his back. He watched your smile fall a bit, as your face studied the item confusedly. “Danny, what is that?”

“Mike convinced me to get it for you,” he said softly, opening up the velvet box. The small gasp that left your mouth was enough to make Danny grin as he watched your eyes light up, just like in his fantasy. “It’s never too early to spoil the one you love, and all that.”

“Danny, I-” you shook your head. “You absolutely didn’t have to buy me jewelry at all. I can’t accept that!”

“Well, I did,” Danny took the necklace from the box, tucking the box under his arm and unclasping the delicate silver chain. You gave him a half-hearted disapproving look before turning and allowing him to place the necklace around your neck, fastening it with his nimble fingers. You glanced down, watching the pendant glimmer in the muted sunlight that poured in from the gauzy curtains in the living room. Your hand came up to touch it, gently grazing over the facets. Once it rested against your skin, you turned again, looking up at Danny. 

Danny swallowed roughly, glancing down at where the pendant laid, just above your cleavage, almost hidden by the collar of your robe.

“Danny, this is beautiful,” you sighed, near tears from how overwhelming the gift was. “I’ll take good care of it, and we can return it after the wedding, I promise. You didn’t need to spend money like this on me.” 

“Hey, it’s yours.” Danny reached out, taking your hand away from the pendant. “Consider it a gift, since I’ve had such a good time with you.”

“Danny-”

“You’re keeping it.” Danny chuckled, letting go of your hand. Nodding, you crossed your arms over your chest, instinctually reaching up with one hand and toying with the pendant. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“Thank you,” you accepted the compliment softly. “I should go get dressed…”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, feeling the awkward tension between you as he watched you leave to the bedroom, shutting the doors. Setting the necklace box on the coffee table, Danny ran his hands over his face, his gut twisting that he’d ruined everything. That the next two days were going to be an agony of awkwardness because he got you that stupid necklace. After pacing the room again, he sat on the couch, taking his phone from his pocket, he opened up his messages. He debated sending one to Sam, asking him for advice or how badly he fucked up, but before he could, the double doors opened, and you came out. 

“You can go and change, I was going to do my makeup out here so you didn’t have to rush.” Danny looked up, watching you walk out in a light blue, silk dress. As you walked by, he noticed the back of your dress was unzipped. 

“Do you want me to-?” Danny stood up, gesturing to your dress. Nodding silently, you turned, allowing him to zip you in, much like your first night. 

“Listen, I’m not mad,” you murmured. “I’m flattered, really, but I’m not used to gifts like this. Especially from someone that…” what you wanted to say was someone that you had feelings for, that was only pretending to have them for you. Someone you found yourself head over heels for that was just a really good actor. 

“I wanted to do it.” Danny assured you, ignoring that the end of your unfinished sentence was more than likely ‘I only see as a friend.’. “I saw it and thought you would like it, and if it makes you feel better, it was on sale.”

“It…does make me feel better.” you pursed your lips as Danny brought his finger under your chin, lifting it up slightly. 

“And after this weekend, you’ll have it as a way to remember me when I’m away on tour and can’t hang out.” That thought made you smile, and you couldn’t help it. “I’ll be right back.” Danny left you in the living room as he got ready for dinner, and you settled at the table, starting your makeup. You chose a simple look, and were done by the time Danny re-emerged from the suite, dressed in nice black pants, a  half-buttoned white button down shirt, and black blazer. 

“You look handsome,” you complimented as he slid on his shoes. Danny smiled, watching you struggle with the ankle clasp of your heels. 

“Here, let me,” before you could protest, he was kneeling in front of you, your foot propped up on his knee as his large fingers deftly fastened one, then the other. You tried to fight the butterflies in your stomach as his large hand wrapped around your calf, gently placing it to the floor before picking up your other one. His palms were warm and you hope that he didn’t feel the goosebumps forming on your flesh from the contact. “There, how do those feel?” He helped you stand up from the chair, having you step a bit to make sure they weren’t too loose.

“They’re great, thank you.” the two of you headed down to dinner quietly, taking your seats and settling in. Dinner had already been served when Olivia called your name, directing your attention to her, where she complimented your new necklace. Mike and Danny exchanged glances across the table, a thumbs up from Mike that Danny nodded gratefully to. 

“It goes great with her dress tonight, doesn’t it?” Danny reached over, gently grazing the pendent with his fingers proudly. 

“Looks cheap,” a comment came from down the table, everyone shooting looks at Naomi. She rolled her eyes as she pushed her mixed greens salad around her plate. 

“Price doesn’t matter to me,” you responded coolly, looking directly at her for the first time in months. “It’s the thought behind it, and I think it’s gorgeous.” 

I do too,” Olivia shot a challenging look, making Naomi purse her lips and focus on her plate. 

“What did you do to have to buy a gift like that?” Gavin dug further, taking a sip of his whiskey as he stared Danny down. Danny cleared his throat, putting his arm around the back of your chair. 

“Unlike you, I treat my partners with respect. I got her the necklace because I love her and wanted to do something special for her.” Danny informed the other man, glaring at him, but with a smile on his face. “She deserves the world, and I plan on giving it to her.” 

“Gonna be hard when you’re gone all the time,” Gavin shot back. “You don’t think that’ll throw a wrench in those plans?”

“She’ll come with me on tour,” Danny shrugged as your hands twisted your napkin in your lap anxiously. “We communicate and make it work. It’s something important to us.” Danny took your hand under the table, squeezing it in his. 

“She doesn’t leave her couch, I’m surprised you’d get her onto a tour bus.” Gavin snorted. “But I guess the idea of being a groupie and tossed around by your band is too tantalizing to pass up, huh?” Before Danny could reply, Gavin was sputtering as red wine dripped down his face. Your hand had left Danny’, and was now holding your empty wine glass as you stood, glaring at Gavin. Without saying another word, you stormed out of the dining room, leaving a wake of perfume and merlot behind you as voices mixed together in shouts. 

“Honey, wait,” Danny was hot on your heels, and you turned when you were far enough away from the dining room. “Honey, please,”

“I’m not going back.” you shook your head, sniffling. “I’m not apologizing and I’m not going back.” Danny placed his hands on your upper arms. 

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” Danny soothed you. “He deserved it.” Tears welled up in your eyes at his soft tone, and you moved out of his grasp to hide them. 

“I ruined dinner, I shouldn’t have let him get to me.” your sudden tears had Danny standing back, waiting for a signal he was needed. “And you, you weren’t even phased by him.” 

“I deal with assholes all the time with my job, I’ve learned how to handle them.” Danny told you. 

“Everyone probably thinks I fuck your whole band now that he put that out there.” Danny shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off. “No! They’re always going to wonder if it’s true!”

“Honey, no one thinks that.” Danny assured you, taking your arms again. When you didn’t pull away, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your body as you sniffled into his blazer. “I can promise you they think Gavin and Naomi are absolutely horrible people. Gavin is so bitter you’ve moved on and he lost the best thing that could ever happen to him, and Naomi is stuck with a man who wishes she were you. They’re pathetic.”

You couldn’t help but allow yourself to melt into the warmth of Danny’s body as he soothed you. You could feel the anger and anxiety leaving your body as his hands ran up and down your back. But your face grew hot with embarrassment and you pushed away, turning and covering your face, wiping any stray tears away from your red face. Danny moved away, giving you space while you straightened yourself out. Stationing himself, he leaned against the cool, stone wall, ready to take you in his arms again should the resolve you were building crumble.  

Turning back, you gave him a sad smile, your eyes still watery and red. You’d managed to find the few specks of mascara that had made their way to your cheeks, and Danny still thought, red and slightly splotchy, you were still breathtaking.

“I’m sorry, I’m just..I'm starving, all I’ve had today was cucumber water, and I’m so, so upset, I don’t want to go back in there.” Danny pursed his lips, leaning against the wall until his face brightened up.

“Come on, I have an idea.” he pushed himself from the wall and held out his hand to you. Slipping your palm into his, you let him lead you back inside, down a back hallway. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, your heels clicking softly as you tried to keep up with his long strides. 

“To get you real food.” your brow creased until Danny pushed open a door, leading you into the winery’s kitchen. It was completely empty now that dinner was over, pristine stainless steel shining when Danny found the lightswitch.

“We’re going to get in trouble,” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth as Danny looked around.. 

“Only if we get caught,” Danny smirked back before finding the fridge. He opened the double doors, taking his time and looking at everything it had to offer. You, on the other hand, kept glancing towards the door, waiting for an angry chef to barge in at any moment. “Aha!” you watched Danny reach into the fridge and tuck some ingredients in his arms, shutting the doors a bit louder than you would’ve liked. He came around a large table, laying out all the ingredients in front of him. He searched around a little more, finding a plate and knife, before turning the flat-top on and setting to work.

“A grilled cheese?” you asked softly, making Danny turn to you with a grin.

“The best grilled cheese you’ve ever had,” he defended. “Just you wait.” you leaned against the prep table, watching him slather two slices of sourdough bread with butter before plopping them onto the flat-top, butter-side down. The sizzle made your stomach rumble, and you licked your lips as Danny scurried around, slicing the block of cheese as quickly as possible and tossing a few slices on each piece of bread. He buttered two more slices of bread and placed them on top of the cheese.

“They already smell so good,” you sighed, watching Danny as he found a spatula and checked the bottom slices for doneness.  Your eyes never left him, watching him work over a simple sandwich. 

“The key is grilling it low and slow,” Danny informed you over his shoulder. “You want that cheese nice and gooey, but the bread is just perfectly browned.” Danny flipped the first sandwich, and you watched the savory golden brown bread shine under the lights in the kitchen. You held yourself back from tapping your foot anxiously, reminding yourself Danny was being gracious enough to cook something for you. 

Once Danny was satisfied with his cooking, he grabbed the plate, placing the sandwiches on them before joining you at the prep table again. The knife he used to spread the butter crunched through the bread making your mouth water. Danny held up a sandwich, splitting it apart and watching the cheese pull like it was a commercial.

“Danny, that looks amazing,” you smiled. “But if you don’t give me that sandwich I am going to turn into a horrible monster.” chuckling, Danny handed you half, watching as you bit into it. Your eyes were closed, a moan rumbling in your throat as you chewed. “Oh my god, it’s so good.”

“I told you so,” Danny smiled around his own bite of his half. The two of you shared your sandwiches quietly before cleaning up, making sure no one would notice anything out of place. Instead of going back to your room, you and Danny walked around the winery.

“It’s kind of sad this is our first chance to really explore this place, and everything is closed for the night.” you mumbled. “It really is beautiful.”

“It is.” Danny agreed, stopping before a set of double doors, looking at the sign and pointing at it with his phone. “Wanna check out the reception set-up?”

“I don’t think they’ll have much set up, the rehearsal isn’t until tomorrow.” you shrugged. “Besides, it’s probably locked to-” Danny tried the doors, tugging one open and grinning back at you. “Security is not tight around here.”

“More fun for us!” Danny ushered you in, letting the door close behind him. The stage was already halfway furnished for the live band Olivia had booked for the party, a baby grand sitting off to the side. The room was lit only by a few canned lights above the stage, illuminating the instruments in a soft glow. A few tables were covered with white tablecloths, sage green accents adorning them.

Danny sat down at the baby grand piano on the small stage, his long fingers setting up shop upon the keys before glancing up.

“Any requests?” he smiled softly over to you. Thinking for a moment as you climbed the steps to the stage, you shrugged.

“The place is set up for a wedding, know anything romantic?” Danny grinned, tucking his head down and letting his fingers begin to dance along the keys. He gave a small flourish to the beginning of the song, and it took you a moment to understand what he was singing.

“Hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is ‘la vie en rose’,” Danny’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it made something stir in your heart. His voice was soft and sweet and low, as if he was shy to sing in front of you, but still wanted to do it. “When you kiss me, heaven sighs, and though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose’.”

“I love this song,” you rested your hands on the lid of the piano. “My grandpa would play it for my grandma every Saturday night, and she would dance next to the piano.”

“It’s a beautiful song.” Danny smiled up at you, his fingers never breaking from the melody. “How would she dance?” he asked curiously. Blushing, you cleared your throat.

“Well, since grandpa was playing, he couldn’t very well waltz with her,” you stepped away from the piano, holding your arms up and out in front of you. It looked like you were dancing with an invisible partner, holding their shoulder in one hand, and their invisible hand in the other. You began the box step your grandmother would do next to the piano, pressing down the feeling of looking incredibly silly. If Danny could sing in front of you, you could be as vulnerable too. “She would dance like this.” 

You proceeded to spin into the little waltz, giggling as you remembered your grandmother humming along to your grandpa’s playing. After a few years, her humming would be his guide, as grandpa’s fingers weren’t as nimble as they once were. You were so deep in the memories of your childhood, that you hadn’t noticed Danny no longer playing the song. You felt a hand at your waist and suddenly yours were filled, a shoulder under your left one and his own left hand clasped in your right. He was humming the song now, the hand on your waist pulling you in close. 

“My mom taught me to never let a woman dance by herself.” he murmured before continuing his humming. The two of you moved together, Danny near-expertly waltzing with you, and shocking you a bit as he gently spun you out and pulled you back into his arms. Instead of keeping your hands that were clasped together outside your bodies, Danny brought them in between your bodies, resting them against his chest. You weren’t sure what was coming over you, but when he rested his forehead against yours you felt a strange sense of peace, letting your eyes flutter shut.

His breath was warm across your face as he let out a sigh, and you felt yourself tilting your chin up, hoping his lips were close. You were practically vibrating with nervous energy as his grip on your hand tightened, tucking you closer into his chest. You swore you could feel the softest graze of his lips against yours before a loud thunk, jolting the two of you apart.

“Hey, you can’t be in here!” an employee called out from the doors, making you and Danny scramble off the stage, apologizing profusely. The two of you were laughing the whole way as you scurried out, only to laugh harder when you tripped a little in your heels, Danny near picking you up to get you out of the room. Your hand was clasped tightly in his as he led you back down the hallway and through the lobby.

“I told you we’d get in trouble!” you called out to him as you followed him up the stairs.

“We didn’t! We got out of there!” Danny laughed back, pulling the keycard from his pants pocket and swiping it at your door. The lock clicked and you rushed inside as if the employee had been chasing you both, shutting the door quickly.

Both you and Danny were panting as you walked into the room, and you took the moment to lean against the arm of the couch, undoing your shoes and tossing them to the side. 

“Danny, do you mind?” you asked, pulling your hair around front, reaching behind you for your zipper. Danny nodded, coming over and grasping the pull in his hand. As he dragged the zipper down, you felt his knuckles graze down your spine, following the path. When the zipper was all the way down, his touch didn’t stop. His knuckles trailed up and down your back softly, causing you to shiver almost imperceptibly. 

Turning around, you looked up at Danny, his eyes dark as they regarded you carefully. Taking in a deep breath, you licked your lips before speaking again.

“Danny, in the reception hall earlier,” you started, pausing as he stepped closer.

“Yeah?”

“Were you going to kiss me?”

“Yes.” 

“But…no one was around.” you whispered. 

“What if I was going to kiss you,” he brought a hand up, pushing your hair back from your face. “Just because I wanted to?”

“That-That would be fine.” you nodded as he got even closer.

“And what if I wanted to do more than just kiss you?” he asked, trailing his hand down to your mouth, letting his thumb gently tug at your bottom lip.

“What about your rule?” your voice cracked softly, your nerves and excitement getting the best of you as you pressed your body closer to his, the tension becoming so thick between you two.

Danny gazed down at you, his lips parted slightly and one arm grasped your waist, holding you flush against his own body. The other of his large hands slid up the back of your neck, cradling your head as his fingers threaded in your hair, tilting your head back. 

“Fuck it, we’re breaking the rule.” he breathed out, pressing his lips hotly against yours. You let your body melt against his, grasping at his shirt to keep yourself from toppling both of you over. Every other thought dissipated from your mind, the only one remaining was Danny’s large, warm hands and how badly you needed them on you, everywhere, all at once.

Neither of you could get close enough to the other, grinding your bodies together until Danny’s hands left your waist and head, only to grab at the backs of your thighs, tugging them towards him until you jumped, wrapping your legs around his hips as he turned and pressed your back to the wall. 

Cupping his face, you smashed your lips against his, eager to taste him again as he ground himself against you. The feeling of his erection through his pants against your clothed core was enough to send jolt through your entire body. Moving your hips with his, you began to work yourself up, panting between tastes of his lips and tongue.

“Danny,” you sighed against his lips. “I need to feel you, please,” a groan rumbled from Danny’s chest at your breathy pleading, and he readjusted his grip before moving you away from the wall, lips sealed to yours still. 

Your bottom came into contact with the soft bed, and you realized Danny’s hands had traveled during his movements, pushing the skirt of your dress up over your hips. He continued to move them further, pulling away and watching as you wordlessly moved your arms up in the air, letting him pull the garment off and toss it away. Expecting him to return to you, you took a breath, lips quivering with anticipation, anxious for his kiss, but instead Danny stepped back.

His eyes were dark as they locked with yours, and you watched his hands come to his front, beginning to work on the buttons of his shirt slowly. Your eyes were laser focused on his nimble fingers, but you allowed yourself to glance up to his eyes, catching them flicker from your face down to your chest, which was heaving with anticipation. Danny’s mouth was also taking in deep breaths, open as he worked his shirt open. 

It was slow motion, as the shirt opened fully, and he reached up, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall down his arms. Your eyes followed the trail of exposed skin, tracing the tattoo on his bicep quickly, itching to call to him and bring him closer so your fingers could do the same. His pants moved quicker, and soon he was gently ushering you back on the bed, his hands on the waistband of your paintes, letting your movements as you shuffled ease them down your legs.

After he tossed those aside, he watched as you spread your legs in front of him, welcoming his body in as he kneeled in front of you, naked as well. The sight of you in nothing but the necklace he gave you made his stomach tighten. The tension was growing thick between the both of you, your skin growing hot from his eyes drinking you in. Your cheeks flushed as he studied your body, and you felt a whine building up in your chest.

“Danny, touch me, please?” it broke through your lips, desperate and your body arched under his gaze, urging him into what you wanted. Danny’s lips tugged into a smile, the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He slowly leaned forward until the tip of his nose grazed just under your belly button. You gasped as his warm lips pressed against the cool skin of your stomach, beginning a trail down your pelvis. Another gasp left you as his tongue slowly glided over your clit, letting the tip flick it once before he kissed it. 

“Is this what you wanted, honey?” Danny murmured softly, adjusting his body to lay between your legs. He snaked an arm under your thigh, bringing his hand around rubbing slow circles around the swollen bud. Leaning in again, Danny gave your pussy another long stroke of his tongue, humming to himself. “You said my eyes looked like candy, but I think you’re the one made of sugar.”

“I’ll be whatever you want, just please don’t stop.” you sighed, looking down your body at him. Danny grinned wolfishly, snaking his other arm under your other thigh and tugging your thighs even further apart, delving his head between them. Your head fell back with a moan, the tingling pressure already building up in your abdomen as Danny’s mouth worked you over. His left hand gripped your thigh tightly, fingertips digging into the flesh, as if he was using the grip to try and reach his tongue further into you before it came back and looped around your clit. “F-feels so good,”

You could feel Danny smile against your core, causing you to roll your hips against his face. He relished the movements, letting you take control for a minute or two before raising his right hand from your thigh, splaying it onto your pelvis and pressing down, holding your hips in place for him. Danny began alternating between kitten licks and sucking your clit as he let his left hand untangle itself from your leg and brought his index and middle fingers to tease your slit. 

Wiggling your hips the best that you could, you heard Danny’s laugh, felt the vibrations of it on his lips as you tried to coax his fingers into you further. You were learning quickly that Danny was not one to leave you wanting, as he coated his fingers in your slick before pressing into you. The pressure that was building up in your pelvis was causing your back to arch as Danny’s fingers pumped in and out of you, moans spilling from your mouth between gasps of breath. 

“Don’t stop Danny, I’m so close!” you cried. Your words seemed to send him into overdrive, his fingers curling as the thrust in and tongue speeding up, whimpers escaping your throat, forming around his name as tingles shot through your body, the pressure finally breaking. Danny worked you through your orgasm, slowing his pace before withdrawing his fingers, and finally, after a few more strokes that made your body twitch, withdrew his mouth and tongue from you. 

You watched as he popped his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off with his eyes closed, savoring the taste of you before taking them out with a soft pop. He opened his eyes, staring directly at you before leaning down, crawling up your recovering body. Danny’s lips captured yours in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. Moaning into his mouth, you felt him settle his body against yours, his hard cock warm on your inner thigh. 

Pulling away, Danny supported himself on one arm, looking down at your flushed face. Before he could make another move, you reached up, taking your hand and letting the tips of your nails trail through his chest hair and down abdomen gently, causing the large man to shiver above you. Smirking, you let your nails gently scratch along the trail of dark, coarse hair until you reached the base of his cock.  Looking up into his eyes, you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him letting your thumb brush over the head. Danny let out a shuddering breath, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as your hand ran up and down his shaft. 

Lifting himself up again, he let the hand not supporting him wrap around your wrist, halting your movements. Instead, you shifted your hips, letting Danny move again and you guided him to you, moaning softly as you ran the head of his cock up and down your soaked pussy. Your hips twitched as you ran him over your overstimulated clit, and Danny smirked, taking a hold of his cock and moving your hand away. 

Danny was slow, he worked his length inside you in small, paced thrusts, letting your walls adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was incredible, your eyes nearly rolling back just from him finally bottoming out. Danny rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes, staying still for a few moments. 

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he panted softly. Swallowing roughly, you nodded in agreement as he pulled his hips back. The pull of his cock was delicious, you eagerly raised your hips to meet his thrusts as he began moving. Sweat was building on both of your bodies, but neither of you cared. Both of you were back into the frenzy of earlier, not being close enough, even with the barriers of clothes gone. 

Your arms wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back as his thrusts became rougher, dragging down and eliciting a sharp hiss sucked through his teeth in your ear. 

“More,” you cried, “I need more,” Danny grunted softly, moving his body as he slid his arms beneath you, grasping your shoulders and using your own body as leverage to thrust harder and faster. Your body arched again, into Danny’s as his breathing began to get ragged. 

Dragging the tip of his nose across your face, he found your lips again, kissing you sloppily. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel the tension building up again, this time quicker and more exhilarating than before. You began to whimper and writhe beneath him, and Danny dragged his lips back to your ear.

“Are you gonna come again for me, honey?” His voice was low and gruff between shallow sighs and pants. You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you focused on the pleasure that was shooting through your veins, still waiting for the band to snap again. “I can feel you’re getting so close. Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” 

“Mhm, Danny,” you nearly sobbed, teetering right on the brink. Tears began to prick your eyes as the tension almost became too much, Danny’s thrusts now bordering on the edge of pain and pleasure. The sound of his skin smacking against yours filled the room, mixing with his low voice reciting filth in your ear, coaxing you to unravel around him with a loud cry. 

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” Danny was breathing through his clenched teeth. “Honey I’m about to-where do you want it?”

“Inside, it’s okay,” you panted, holding Danny’s body tightly to yours to emphasize your words. One of his hands let go of the shoulder it was grasping, and instead he laid his palm flat over the sapphire pendant that rested against your throat now, feeling it dig into his palm as he closed his hand around your neck while he rutted into you. A few moments later, Danny was thrusting erratically, the slapping of his skin beginning to sting before he let out a low, growling sigh, stilling his hips as he spilled himself inside you. Sharp exhales filled your ear, a soft, whimpery moan floating from Danny’s mouth. 

Leaning up, you pressed soft, slow kisses to Danny’s shoulders, letting him take his time to catch his breath as you evened your own out. When he was ready, he slowly pulled back, the feeling of his skin leaving yours almost depressing, though he stayed hovering over you, hands holding himself up on either side of your head. 

“You were right,” you whispered softly. Danny’s brow furrowed curiously as he looked down at you. “You are amazing,” Danny continued to look at you for a few moments before laughing, recalling his tipsy admittance earlier in the week. 

“I don’t lie,” he shook his head, bending down and capturing your lips in a kiss. The movement was soft, slow and sweet, a stark difference to how frenzied they clashed with yours earlier. This softer side suddenly brought your body back from the tiredness you’d been feeling, and you squeezed your legs on Danny’s sides, using the strength you had left to roll both of you over so you were on top of him. 

“Mm, could’ve been a fluke,” you murmured against his lips. “We’ll have to do it again and see if it’s still as good.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” you grinned at his response, feeling him grow hard again while inside you, hands gripping your hips. “Think you can go again?”

“I can go as many times as I please,” you replied smoothly, slowly rocking your body on top of him. “Try and keep up.”

“Oh, I’ll keep up, Honey.”

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UNPREDICTABLE

Part 2 (sequel #4 to UNLEASHED, UNDENIABLE, and UNEXPECTED)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

NSFW 18+ ONLY

If you're new here and want to catch up, just go to my pinned master list. The first chapter is UNLEASHED, then UNDENIABLE, then UNEXPECTED, and now UNPREDICTABLE...

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but here we are. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality has set in, they navigate the relationship, and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, language, smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have it's own warnings.

This chapter: Language, smut, of course, oral, major case of the feels, *inaccurate medical descriptions, diagnosis, and practices,* a disgusting pervert, Ivar being Ivar

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Words: I don't know, but WAY TOO MANY

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Note from me: My apologies for how long this has taken, but hopefully, the length of this chapter will make up for it.... ok, who am I kidding? The length of this chapter needs an apology of its own, too. Oops! Sorry!

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The last few days had basically been hell: hell for Ivar, hell for Alex, and really, even hell for Katia. Ivar had been trying to be the patient, understanding boyfriend, but the longer he was away from Alex, the angrier he was becoming.

After Alex had left Ivar's that night, Ivar spent most of the night trying to get him to answer his phone. He decided not to drive to Alex's apartment, no matter how tempting, because he knew if he'd been so upset that he'd left without a word, that he clearly needed the time to himself. And besides, he wasn't sure, exactly, why he'd left anyway, because he thought they'd cleared everything up when they were in the car.

He also knew that if Alex was pissed about him getting Katia out of the bathtub while she was naked, he'd have to wait until Alex was calm, because while Katia wasn't someone he wanted to be with, she was still the mother of his child, and Ivy loves her. He couldn't sit back and let something happen to her just because she wasn't dressed. He didn't see her that way anymore and wasn't even thinking about her body. Thus, he knew if that was why Alex left, then maybe it was best they didn't see each other just yet. He didn't want to say anything out of anger that he'd later regret. Just thinking about it pissed him off, and he definitely didn't need to make things way worse by actually telling Alex to kiss his ass if that's what he was mad about. No, he needed a better approach. Surely, Alex knew his feelings for him and how he wanted to be with him and him only.

Ivar had finally talked to Hvitserk and Y/N about it and got some advice. He knew Alex had talked to Y/N about everything by now. Y/N had a way of putting things into perspective for Alex.

"Look man, all I know is that I sure as fuck didn't leave my room or my comfortable bed at your place to come couch surfing a few days between Y/N's and Ubbe's just so fucking Katia would have you all to her fucking self! I'm sure she's over the fucking moon happy, thinking she's won. You better find Alex, and you better fucking fix this!" Hvitserk spat out to Ivar. "Like, how the hell did you even find yourself in this situation to begin with? You should have let her ass go back to Russia, and you could have just flown out there in the jet to see Ivy every weekend, Shit for Brains! If you'd just ever fucking listen to me, I mean, I am the big brother here, you'd be fine! But no, you fucking think you know everything. I'm telling you, you better fix this! That man loves you!"

"Hvits, you know we have the club to tend to on the weekends. It would have just not been possible to leave here every weekend. Plus, who the fuck says I want to only see my child on the weekends? Oh, and Hvits?"

"Yeah?"

"I know you haven't been sleeping on Y/N's fucking couch! Not once!" Ivar laughed.

Hvitserk snarled and...

Snatching the phone from Hvitserk, Y/N told Ivar, "Look, just go to him, what was it, Shit for Brains? Seriously, you two are so difficult and for no reason. Do you know how lucky you are to have found a love like yours? Now, don't piss it away!"

"But, umm, what if..."

"Ivar, stop. You know I've talked to him. Just go. Do you need me to come watch Ivy for you? I will."

Ivar considered it, thoughtfully, "Umm, you seriously wouldn't umm, mind?"

She sighed, "Get ready. Hvits and I are on the way. We'll be there as soon as we can. And yes, we can stay the night if you need us to."

Hvitserk elbowed her, and gave her a dirty look to which she scolded him by simply looking back at him sternly. He dropped his head and smiled. He knew he was whipped.

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"Katia is already sleeping, and I just laid Ivy down. It should be pretty quiet here," Ivar told Y/N and Hvitserk, standing in his doorway about to practically jump out of his skin. "And if you need anything..."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll call you. Go already before I change my mind and take Y/N back to her place and have my way with her," Hvitserk half laughed.

"Yeah, like you won't still do that anyway here in your room," Ivar laughed. "I just ask that you wash your own sheets this time!" Ivar grinned, and patted him on the back.

"Fuck you!"

"Love you, too, brother," Ivar said as he hugged Y/N. "Seriously, thank you, Babe."

"Hey! She's not your fucking babe!" Hvitserk snarled, "Anymore at least. Not since she found the best Lothbrok," he grinned, smacking Y/N on the ass.

"Ok, ok. Enough already. Go, Ivar, and stop stalling. It's going to be ok," Y/N said, shoving him on out the door. Winking at him, she added, "Go get 'em, tiger!"

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Ivar had been gone for maybe 30 minutes. Y/N and Hvitserk were settled and snuggled on the sofa together, watching TV, when they heard the sound of a bell.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Oh, it must be Katia. Alex told me she had a bell to ring if she needed something during the night and Ivar didn't hear the baby monitor," Y/N informed Hvitserk. "Stay here. I'll go check it out."

"The fuck you will! I'll go with you. She's toxic, Y/N. The last thing I need is her getting in your head. And a baby monitor? Really?" Hvitserk seemed to know her better than anyone.

"At least my stupid baby brother had enough sense to make her room downstairs and not on the same floor with his. I can only imagine the shit she'd try to pull," Hvitserk said under his breath as they got to her door.

Putting her finger to her lips, Y/N whispered, "Listen!"

Behind the closed door, they could hear Katia, "Ivar? Ivar, can you hear me? I just woke up from a really bad dream," Katia whinned. "Can you please bring me a glass of water and my pills?"

"Is this bitch fucking serious? Surely my fucking brother is not this fucking stupid and gullible!" Hvitserk's face was of complete disgust. "It's time she learned tonight."

"Hvitserk! Don't!" was all Y/N managed to get out of her mouth before he slammed the door open.

"Ivar?" Katia asked in the dark.

"Nope. Even better," Hvitserk turned on the lights.

Holding up her hands to block the bright light, Katia asked, "Hvitserk? Wh-what are you doing here?" Y/N walked in the room. "Oh and Y/N? What's going on?"

Ivar isn't here tonight, so we're playing nice. What do you want?" Hvitserk grinned, knowing she was shitting gold bricks.

"Umm, well, I had a bad dream and umm..."

"What are you, fucking 12? Roll the fuck over and go back to sleep. You don't need to call Ivar because of some damn dream!"

"Hvitserk!" Y/N scolded him.

"No, you know I'm right, Y/N, and someone needs to set her ass straight." He turned back to Katia, "He let you stay here because of Alex! Ok? Let's not forget that! Alex convinced him it would be better than you leaving for Russia again. And then, without any apparent conscious of any kind, you go and start playing all the stupid games."

"Games? What games? What are you even talking about, Hvitserk?" Katia tried playing innocent, but she quickly realized it wasn't going to work with him.

Walking a little closer to her, Hvitserk answered her, "You know, damn good and well, what I'm talking about."

"But, Hvitserk, I really d...." She began again.

"Whatever. I really don't give a fuck, anyway, so just whatever," Hvitserk cleared his throat. "Now, what did you need? When you thought it was just Ivar here?"

"Umm, I just l need uh, my medicine," she responded, sounding a bit embarrassed. "Oh, and Hvitserk?"

"Yeah?"

"Despite what you may think of me, I do love your brother, and all I want is for him to be happy."

Y/N name tried to step in front of Hvitserk, but he was too fast. He bent down above Katia, pointing his finger at her, "If that was true, you'd leave him alone. Anyone, who has any sense at all, can see my baby brother is happier than he's ever been. Like it or not, he's in love with Alex, and you, of all people, should know that when Ivar loves, he loves hard. Why would you want to destroy that? You've had your chance, Katia."

"But how can you be so sure Alex can make him happier than I can? He can't provide Ivar with a big family, like he's always wanted. I can."

"Well, for fucking starters, he's never lied to him or manipulated him. He doesn't play games with him and toy with his emotions. He just loves him. Simply. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him, actually."

"But, Hvitserk," Katia began.

"Ok, that's enough, you two. We're obviously not making any progress like this," Y/N said, finally interrupting her. "Hvits, could you please go get her a glass of water?"

Katia was relieved that Y/N had intervened, "Thank you, Y/N. I'm not sure how much more of that I could take."

Knowing Katia had assumed wrongly of her, Y/N quickly replied, "Oh, just because he left the room doesn't mean you're in the clear. Look, he's right, and you know he is. If you truly love Ivar as much as you say you do, then finally do something selfless for him for a change, and just let him go. You know he's happy. That's why you're doing everything in your power to destroy it, and look, I understand. He's a pretty magnificent man, but you need to come to terms with the fact that your time has passed, and move on." Y/N stared straight into Katia's eyes, making her uncomfortable and causing her to look away. "Katia, I'll be straight forward with you, here," she grinned, "The truth of the matter is, I'm sick of your shit! Period. And where the boys, Alex, Ivar, nor even Hvitserk, can do anything to you, you know they'd never lay a finger on you, I can. It's not beneath me to resort to violence. So, let that sink in, why don't you?"

Hvitserk came in with the glass of water. "What the hell did I miss?" he asked as he saw the scared look on Katia's face and the snarl across Y/N's.

"Oh, nothing," Y/N looked away from her to Hvitserk. "Katia was just saying how sorry she is for all the trouble she's caused." Looking back at Katia, she asked, "Isn't that right, Katia?"

Katia swallowed, her mouth dry, and reached for the water from Hvitserk. "Oh, umm, yes? I guess?" She took her pills and drank nearly all of the water.

"Good. Now, all you need is to stop calling Ivar over a fucking dream like a little girl, and pull your shit together. Good night," Hvitserk said as they walked to the door, and he turned the lights back off. "You can still call if you need anything," he said as he began to close the door, "But, it sure as hell better be something real that you actually need and not some crybaby shit!"

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Ivar got out of his car and leaned back against it, looking at Alex's front door. He started to walk toward it, but then he turned back to his car. He did that at least two more times. What if Alex was still mad? Or worse, what if Alex didn't want to see or talk to him? He knew he couldn't handle much more heartache. He was worried Alex had finally saw what he'd always felt, that he wasn't good enough. He held his head down. What the hell was he even doing here?

He turned around to his car again and opened the car door.

"Are you going to come in, or are you going to dance around in my front yard all night like a mad man?" Ivar heard from behind him.

Ivar turned around, "Oh, umm, Alex. I-I'm, umm, I was just..." Ivar stumbled over his words.

"Pacing a hole in my yard?" Alex half laughed. "Well? Are you gonna come inside?"

Ivar looked up, blushing, "I, umm, I'm sorry. Yes. If that's ok with you?"

Alex motioned at the open doorway, "Ya think?"

Ivar smiled and went to the door. He walked inside and gently closed the door behind him. He stood there at the front door, looking around nervously.

"I won't bite, ya know?" Ivar heard Alex from the kitchen. "I mean, not unless you want me to." They both laughed, and Ivar's nerves eased a little. Alex stuck his head around the corner, "Come in here with me."

Ivar walked into the kitchen and found Alex at the counter with the blender. He sat down on a stool.

"I was about to make some mixed drinks. Want one?" Alex looked at Ivar tentatively.

Ivar swallowed loudly, "Umm, yeah. Uh, yes, please." He watched Alex as he turned around and made the drinks. Alex always made some of the best mixed drinks. He was actually known for it at the bar.

He moved around in the kitchen with flow and ease. He turned back to Ivar for a quick moment and smiled a smile that could only be compared to that of an angel. Damn, Ivar loved that man! He had to make this right.

Alex poured the drinks and turned to give Ivar his. As Ivar grabbed the drink, his hand landed on top of Alex's. He didn't move it but continued to hold onto Alex's hand as they sat the drink down and stared into eachother's eyes. As they let go of the glass, Ivar held Alex's hand in his and never turned away from Alex's gaze.

Holding onto Alex's hand, Ivar pulled him around the counter until he was standing in front of him, still sitting on the stool. He put both of his hands around Alex's waist and pulled him a little closer.

"I'm so sorry," they both blurted out at the same time. "You can go first," they both said, again, at the same time, smiling.

"Ok, ok can I go first?" Ivar asked. Alex nodded his head yes.

Ivar ran his hand through his hair, "Look, Alex, I'm unbelievably sorry for everything with Katia. I promise you that I don't love her anymore. You should know this by now. I only want to be with you. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I hope you can forgive me." Ivar placed his hand on Alex's cheek, and Alex leaned into it before placing his hand over it and gently squeezing. "I'm sorry for how things must have looked. I'm so sorry. But, Alex, I don't want her. I don't love her."

"But it just looked like you did and..."

"Alex, she's the mother of my child. That's all. It's not like that. I..." Ivar interrupted.

"Ivar, let me finish." Alex dropped his head. "It just looked like you did, and Katia knew how it would look, so she just made it worse by rubbing it in my face. I'm so sorry. I overreacted, and I know that. That's the reason I left. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it, and I didn't want to say something I'd regret." Alex swallowed nervously.

"I do know you better than that, Ivar, and it's embarrassing how I acted, how I let her get under my skin. I hope you can forgive me. It was my idea to move her in, and you even warned me, and then, I turned around and still let her get between us. I'm so sorry."

Ivar was completely stunned. "I, uh, th-this isn't, umm, this isn't exactly how I thought this would go."

Alex stiffened and stepped back away from Ivar. "Oh? I'm uh, I'm sorry."

Ivar stood immediately, recognizing that Alex misunderstood him. "No. No, Alex, that's not what I meant. I, umm, I mean that umm, I was worried that you were still mad with me," he dropped his head in shame. "I know it's just a matter of time before umm, before you finally realize that I'm," he continued to stutter, "That I'm umm, just not good enough, Alex."

Alex stepped back to him, "For what? For me?"

Blushing, Ivar nodded.

"You can't be serious. Of course, you're good enough for me, Ivar! I was mad at you. That doesn't mean I'm no longer mad about you. It doesn't mean I don't want to be with you, or that I don't still love you." He placed his hand under Ivar's chin and raised his head back. "Hey, look at me."

Ivar looked into Alex's eyes, and he instantly pulled him to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around him. "I love you. I love you so much," he softly said into Alex's ear. "Thank you for loving me." Ivar's heart swelled inside his chest. Saying that he was relieved was an understatement. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Alex pulled back from Ivar and held his face between his hands before leaning in to kiss him. His lips softly grazed Ivar's as they let out all the love and emotion he was feeling.

The unspoken words between them flowed effortlessly through their movements, soft kisses, and gentle touches. Completely lost in eachother, they held eachother tightly, breathing eachother in. "Damn, I've missed you," Ivar whispered.

Alex smiled, "As I have you. I don't want you to leave, but how long can you stay?"

"Y/N and Hvits are at my place. I can stay as long as long as you want."

"Umm, would you, uh, do you want to stay the night?"

Grinning, Ivar answered, "I thought you'd never ask. Of course."

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Both in sweatpants, they crawled into Alex's bed. His head in his hand, propped up on his elbow behind Alex and looking down at him, Ivar softly spoke, his voice small, "Umm, Alex?" He leaned down and kissed Alex on his temple.

"Yes?"

"Umm, would it be ok if we just laid here together, and I held you in my arms?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat. "Of course. You know that's my favorite way to fall asleep."

"Well, umm, I just mean, well, I didn't want you thinking I'm just after one thing. I just want to hold you."

Alex turned in his arms and raised up and kissed him on the cheek. "After all this time, still worried about my virtue?" He placed his hand on the back of Ivar's neck, smiling.

"It's not that I don't want you," Ivar smiled back. "God knows I do. And I hope I don't disappoint you, but more than that, I've just missed you," Ivar blushed.

Alex pulled him closer and gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning back around in his arms, "I've missed you, too, and I can't think of a better way to sleep. I love snuggling with you. It'll have to be better than the last few nights."

"Oh? You, too? I haven't slept at all the last few nights," he ran his hands through Alex's hair. "Actually, I'm quite exhausted."

"Then you better get some sleep, Mister. We have a birthday party to finish planning," Alex squeezed Ivar's arm, wrapped tightly around his waist.

Warmth spread throughout Ivar's body. Alex truly was an amazing man.

As they laid there, wrapped in a blanket of love, they both finally dozed off to sleep.

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Surprised, Ivar woke up the next morning to find Alex still sleeping. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was 9 am. He never slept in.

As if sensing Ivar was awake, Alex stirred in his arms. "Good morning," Alex mumbled.

"Good morning, sleepy head." They both gave a chuckle.

Alex turned, facing Ivar and kissed him. "So the clock already struck midnight, and you didn't run away, so what's on the agenda? Do you have to leave yet?" he laughed but then saw a more serious look on Ivar's face.

Ivar grinned as he pulled Alex into a kiss and then pulled away. "Well, first," he kissed Alex's cheek, "I thought," he kissed Alex's neck as he rolled over on top of him, "We could," he nibbled Alex's ear and then whispered into it, "Make up for some lost time," and he lightly bit the side of Alex's neck just below his ear, sending chills all over Alex's body.

"Oh-ok," Alex said, surprised.

Ivar raised up above him, "Is that ok with you?"

"Definitely," he reached to the table beside the bed, as Ivar rolled to his side, and took the pills. "You have a few minutes to wait, though, don't you?"

"Of course," he smiled lovenly. "I wanted to run something by you anyway."

"Shoot," Alex ran his fingers along Ivar's bare chest.

"Well," Ivar looked down at Alex's hand, "That may be a bit distracting, but I'll do my best." He smiled and grabbed Alex's hand and brought it to his mouth where he kissed his palm. "You know how we were discussing remodeling my basement and making a playroom for Ivy?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, what would you think of making our own playroom instead? We could use one of the spare rooms upstairs for hers. I mean, she's small and wouldn't need the entire basement anyway."

"What do you mean" Alex's eyes widened, "By our own playroom?"

"Exactly what you're thinking," Ivar smiled his devilish grin. "An adult 'playroom,' if you will, for just the two of us. I'd add a keypad with a pass code to get in, and the door would lock automatically behind you. Only the two of us would have the code so we wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming in on us."

"Wow! Aren't you the naughty one! So if it's a playroom, what kind of 'toys,' would we have?" Alex asked as his curiosity grew. He grabbed a handful of Ivar's ass and squeezed. "Would there be toys I could use on you?"

Ivar gulped, "Umm, we could uh, talk about that. And umm, we'd obviously, need a bed and..."

"Not necessarily," Alex's hand moved around to the front of Ivar and grabbed his already hardening cock through his boxers. Ivar's mouth dropped open with a gasp. "We could always use the floor," he began working Ivar through his boxers, "Or the wall," he breathed hot air against Ivar's lips. His lips brushed against Ivar's as he spoke, "And isn't there some kind of work bench already there?"

"Umm humm," was all Ivar could manage to say as the heat rushed through his body.

"Well, we could use that, too. I'd really love to bend you over it." Alex laughed into his ear. "What was that?" he gently slipped his hand inside Ivar's boxers and grabbed him tightly again. "Was that a yes?"

Ivar only breathed heavily, not exactly capable of producing words as Alex's hand moved briskly along his shaft. "Like that, do you? It's been too long, humm?"

Ivar, shifting to his side, managed to reach to his waist with one hand and slip his boxers down and Alex helped him take them the rest of the way off as Ivar's heartrate increased. They then repeated the same with Alex's. Ivar moved back above Alex, caging him with his body and lubing himself up and then Alex.

As he looked down into Alex's eyes, he said, in a sultry voice, "You talk a big game. Now, it's my turn to try to render you speechless." He lined himself up with Alex's twitching entrance.

"Oh? You promise?" Alex flirted.

And with that, Ivar thrusted his hips forward, hard, straight into Alex all at once, only stopping once he bottomed out. Alex's back arched, his eyes closed as his head dug into his pillow, and he yelled out, "Oh, God!"

"No, it's still just me, Ivar, but I can understand how you could be easily confused," he answered, his evil grin looking back at Alex when his eyes sprung open.

Alex smiled at him and rubbed his hand down his back, sending chills all over him.

Ivar began slowly rocking his hips forward and back languorously, watching Alex's every expression. Feeling embarrassed, Alex covered his face, but Ivar grabbed his hand. "Don't. I want to see your beautiful face," Ivar's voice was soft. Alex felt heat rising to his cheeks. "Nothing is more sexy than knowing your pink cheeks are because of me." He placed his hand on Alex's hot cheek as he leaned down and softly kissed his lips, gently nibbling on the bottom one. "I love you."

Alex was taken back by Ivar's tenderness. Although, Ivar was usually like that with him, there was something sweeter about this that Alex couldn't quite place.

Suddenly, Ivar's movements stopped, "What's wrong, Love? Did I hurt you? Are you ok?"

Alex brushed Ivar's hair back out of his face and tucked it behind his ear lovenly. "Nothing is wrong. Actually, I'm kind of perfect, umm, and it's all because of you. Don't worry. And Ivar?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too."

Ivar suddenly felt different somehow. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew he just wanted to please Alex. That's all that really mattered to him; not even his own pleasure and release, and that was new to him during sex. He'd always wanted to please Alex, but this was different because he wasn't the least bit concerned about himself.

He slowly began his movements again, never taking his eyes away from Alex's. With every slow stroke into Alex, he just enjoyed the closeness. He interlocked his hand with Alex's that was laying beside him as he rubbed the side of it with his thumb. He held most of his weight on the same elbow as his other hand feathered across Alex's chest, causing goosebumps to appear.

"I can't get enough of the effects I have on your body," Ivar smiled. He ran his fingers lightly across Alex's chest again, admiring, not just the definition, but the flushed red color. "It's intoxicating." All the while, his soft touches were driving Alex wild with desire.

His steady, long, slow stokes into Alex were building the tension in Alex's gut and he knew he was close already. "Maybe you should go a little harder or faster," Alex moaned. "I don.., umm, I don't know how much longer I can last and I want you to finish, too," Alex practically growled the last part.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Just let go. This is about you, not me. I just want to pleasure you. I'm not worried about myself, Love."

"But, Ivar, you deserve to..."

"Shhh," Ivar's lips crashed into Alex's with overwhelming passion. Alex grabbed a handful of Ivar's hair with his free hand and held him forcefully in place, not wanting to break the kiss. They breathed eachother in as their lips massaged the other's. Ivar's hand trailed down Alex's torso to his swollen, throbing cock.

Alex quickly moved his hand out of Ivar's hair and grabbed Ivar's wrist to stop him. Breaking their kiss, he studdered, "N-Not yet. I-I'm too close and sensitive. I want this to last as long as it can."

Nodding in agreance, Ivar moved his hand back up Alex's sweaty chest, stopping to squeeze his nipple between his fingers. Alex's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Ivar continued his feather like touches back up to Alex's cheek, where he rubbed his thumb across Alex's mouth, his plump lips popping lose beneath Ivar's thumb. Smiling at how red his lips were from the kissing, he did it again.

He stared into Alex's eyes intensely, while still slowly moving himself in and out of Alex as his tight walls clinched around him.

Alex took a moment to let his mind wander. He knew that would help him last a few minutes longer, too, and God knows how he wanted it to last! He was enjoying how good he was feeling just a little too much.

He hadn't thought, before now, how erotic it could be with Ivar if they did it all this slowly. But he was surprised. As wonderful as things had been with Ivar, he always remembered how he was when it came to sex. Alex remembered, on more than one occasion, actually, how Ivar had even skipped eating because he was going to have sex with some girl and getting off had always been one of his main priorities.

This was why everyone was so shocked when he'd settled down with Katia. Nobody could believe he was giving up all the one night stands. If Alex was being honest, that was even one of his worries about Katia now. He knew how important she had been to Ivar for him to have given up all that scattered ass.

Now, for Ivar to say he was only concerned about pleasing him and wasn't even worried about himself, Alex knew that it was a major deal. As he thought about the significance, he realized just what Ivar meant by it. He began to really understand just what he meant to Ivar, and he was overcome with emotions. He held back his full emotions, though. He knew that tears during sex with Ivar would not go over well.

He squeezed Ivar's hand, and as Ivar asked, "Are you sure you're ok? Do you need me to stop?" But, not answering Ivar, Alex pulled Ivar to him, hot and sweaty, naked chest against hot and sweaty, naked, chest, and kissed Ivar.

First, he gently grazed his lips, still looking deeply into his eyes, but as he got a taste of Ivar's sweet mouth, he parted his lips with his tongue and let it enter Ivar's mouth to explore. His hand held the side of Ivar's face as the intensity of the kiss increased and their passion grew.

Their breathing sped up, and Ivar reached down between them and grabbed Alex again. He began moving his hand up and down on Alex's length in rhythm with his thrusts, causing Alex to thrust his hips up into Ivar. Alex broke their kiss as he moaned and groaned with pleasure.

Ivar watched intently as Alex's body whithed beneath him, and his face contorted. Alex clawed down Ivar's back, causing his pumping to falter, and his head fell forward, as Alex mumbled out, "Ivar!" between panting.

Ivar continued with his relentless slow movements of hips into Alex as Alex gasped for air. Alex found it so incredibly erotic when he opened his eyes to find Ivar still staring him down as if he was going to devour him like his next meal. His heart skipped a beat. The fierce look in Ivar's eyes made Alex sweat as his toes curled, his legs stiffened, and his back arched again. He dropped his hand from Ivar and gripped tightly into the sheets as his other hand squeezed Ivar's, threatening to stop all blood flow to Ivar's fingers.

Ivar smiled and bit his lip as he realized just how beautiful Alex was as he was coming completely undone. He watched Alex's every muscle tighten and twitch as he slowly drove into him before pulling nearly out and then slowly doing it all over again. He continued to tug on Alex with his sweaty hand acting as lube, his knuckles brushing against Alex's stomach, causing Alex to gasp. As he pressed himself into Alex, inch by inch, Alex made noises that even Alex, himself, did not recognize.

Ivar had never seen a more attractive sight than Alex laying beneath him, squirming and whimpering, unable to form a complete, coherent thought. As he grinned at how he had, indeed, rendered Alex speechless, Alex moaned out, "IVAR! I'm com-coming!" as his chest heaved, and his hand practically dug a hole into the mattress. After reaching his boiling point, Alex's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost all control and before he knew it, white streams of his cum shot between their hot, sweaty bodies. Alex started to apologize to Ivar, but Ivar collapsed on top of him, still inside him and ignoring the mess between them, and kissed Alex with overpowering emotions. Alex felt the mixture of love and desire, passion and extasy all wrapped up in the sweet kiss.

Resting his forehead against Alex's, some hair stuck to the side of his face from sweat, Ivar barely broke the kiss and breathed Alex in. He let go of his grip on Alex's hand, and he brought both of his hands to either side of Alex's face. Pushing Alex's hair back away from his face repeatedly for a few seconds, Ivar stared into Alex's eyes again for a long moment before kissing him softly again. Alex's heart melted at Ivar's intense tenderness. It was truly the icing on the cake.

"That was amazing, Love," Ivar softly spoke, almost in a whisper, as he broke their kiss.

Alex cupped his cheek. Desperately trying to catch his breath, he began, "How can you even say that? You haven't had your turn yet." Feeling Ivar still hard and still inside himself, Alex then added, "You know, just because I've already finished doesn't mean you can't keep going. I can handle it."

"Shhh. I told you, this isn't about me. I'm fine. It was amazing just watching you. I enjoy seeing how you react to me. I just wanted to please you."

"Oh, so it's just a power trip for you, humm?" Alex smiled jokingly and then gulped when he saw Ivar's serious expression spread across his face.

"No. I umm, I just love you that much," Ivar dropped his head into the nape of Alex's neck and then turned and kissed his neck with his hot, wet lips. "I just love you."

Alex immediately wrapped his arms around Ivar and held him tightly, "And I love you." He knew he'd think about this entire thing later and analyze the shit out of it. It was so much more than just hot sex with his hot boyfriend. But for now, he'd just enjoy his wonderful, vulnerable, hot boyfriend laying in his arms.

Wild emotions ripped through Ivar like a storm. Of all of the incredible sexual moments he'd had with Alex before, this was, by far, the most unbelievable. And yes, how odd that he hadn't even had his turn, as Alex had put it, but it wasn't even important to him! He just laid there, tightly snuggled up in Alex's arms, and that's all he cared about right now.

Interrupting Ivar's thoughts, Alex, asked, "Hey, all those questions if I'm ok? What about you? Are you ok? You're kind of worrying me."

Ivar raised his head so he could look at Alex again, "I am wonderful, Love," he smiled, warmly. "Umm, you make me, umm," he studdered, "You make me the man I've always wanted to be."

Alex was speechless. Again. As Ivar continued, "Just let me lay here with you. Just let me hold you and just breathe you in."

Alex let Ivar's touching words wash over him like a warm spring in chilly air. He held Ivar even a bit tighter, unable to respond to such tenderness with words. He kissed the top of Ivar's head and ran his fingers through his hair as Ivar snuggled back into the nape of his neck.

They laid like that until they both slowly dozed back off to sleep.

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To their surprise, they didn't wake up for another hour or so. After more sweet caresses and gentle kisses, they showered and got dressed for the day. It took a lot longer than usual because they just weren't able to keep their hands and lips off of eachother. It was like it had been during their first days of being a couple, taking every and any opportunity to touch and feel the other.

"I don't want this to ever end," Ivar smiled shyly at Alex as his face flushed light pink.

"Well, it doesn't have to," Alex responded with a sweet kiss to Ivar's cheek.

Ivar had spoken with Hvitserk earlier. He and Y/N had decided to spend the rest of the weekend with Ivy while Sara worked with Katia. Taking their turn to spoil her was how he'd put it. They'd also volunteered to work at the bar for he and Alex that night. "Y/N thinks you guys just need some more alone time."

Ivar had been concerned about Hvitserk working so closely with alcohol, but he reassured him that he'd be fine because he'd be distracted with the work, and he would have Y/N there for extra support. Only after speaking with Y/N directly and giving her very specific directions did Ivar finally agree to it.

"So, we have the day together? That's awesome! We've finally got some time to ourselves. What do you want to do?" Alex asked him, excitedly.

Ivar raised his eyebrows and grinned at Alex.

Shocked, Alex answered, "You can't be serious."

He walked to Alex, put his arms around his waist, and yanked him to him forcefully as Alex tried to catch his breath. He gave Alex a light kiss, "First, I want to do, again, what we did this morning." He smiled and kissed him on his cheek. "Then, I suppose, we could go see what's going on in town, if you want." He lovenly kissed Alex's jawline. "After that, I want to take you out to dinner somewhere nice," he licked up the side of Alex's neck. "And then, I want to BE dinner. Nothing too crazy. What do you think?" They both laughed.

Alex then realized how very serious Ivar was as their lips smashed into eachother's, their hands interlocked, and Ivar was slowly walking him backwards, toward his room.

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After they spent the rest of the morning in Alex's bed, enjoying eachother, they finally emerged from their blissful haze and actually left Alex's. There was a carnival in town, so they decided to go check it out.

They felt like teenagers again. They played games, ate too much carnival food such as cotton candy and funnel cakes, and, after much convincing that the rides were safe on Alex's part, rode a few of the rides.

As they were in line to get drinks after their last ride, they ran into one of Alex's and Y/N's friends from class. He was with his sister and her two children. "Hey! Alex! How are you? Who is your friend?"

Alex introduced them and they chatted while in line. He was surprised that the two of them were there, but without a kid.

"So the two of you just came to have fun by yourselves?"

Ivar, feeling, surprisingly, a bit territorial of Alex for a reason he couldn't quite pinpoint, answered, holding up their interlocked hands, "Well, this is kind of a date weekend for the two of us. Our daughter is with my brother." He smiled devilishly, and Alex didn't miss it.

Alex was shocked by Ivar's choice of words when referring to Ivy. "Our daughter." It made him feel especially warm and proud.

"Oh, umm," Alex's friend, Paul, answered, "Alex, I umm, I didn't know you were, umm.."

"In love?" Ivar interjected with his intimidating smirk.

Paul looked at Ivar and then back to Alex, "And wow, you two have a child?"

"Yes, her name is Ivy. Her birthday is actually this upcoming week," Alex answered, hoping to calm whatever was going on with Ivar.

"You should come to her party, and bring, who is that? Your children?" Ivar interrupted, to Alex's complete surprise.

"No, they're my niece and nephew and that's," pointing to the woman with the kids, Paul continued, "My sister. My boyfriend and I actually just broke up because he wanted children, and I don't. You guys don't think you're too young to already have a child yourselves? Doesn't that interfere with your relationship? And which of you is her actual, real dad?"

Ivar grinded his teeth together, showing his clinched jaw, and looked to Alex to answer, knowing it was best he didn't at the moment.

"Like Ivar said, she's both of ours. We're both her real dad," Alex squeezed Ivar's hand. "And no, we're not too young. This means we're still young enough to play with her. And she's part of our relationship. She makes everything between us even that more special. I'm sorry you didn't want to experience that with your partner." He raised Ivar's hand that he was still holding and kissed the back of it.

Ivar felt so proud of how Alex answered Paul's questions. Seriously, who did this guy think he was? With his most intimating smirk, Ivar asked, "So, you think you'd like to come to the party next Saturday?" quickly changing the subject.

"I'll talk to my sister and let you know Monday in class, Alex?" Paul finally got the hint.

"Sounds great and I'll bring you an invitation."

He walked away, and Alex turned to Ivar, "What was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" Ivar played innocent.

Alex just looked at him. "What?" Ivar smiled.

"You know exactly what."

"Well, it's obvious he wants you."

Shocked, Alex answered, "What the? Huh? No way! We're just friends. And I didn't even know he was interested in men until right now. "

"Yeah, and now that he's seen you with me, he thinks he has a chance," Ivar snarled.

"Ivar, you seriously have nothing to worry about."

"Oh, I know," Ivar grinned, "I would have never invited him to Ivy's party if I'd thought otherwise." He kissed Alex on the cheek.

"So you were serious?" Alex asked incredulously.

"Of course. You know, keep your friends close and all that shit?" Ivar laughed.

Alex rolled his eyes and took the drinks from the cashier as they walked away. "So Ivy's our daughter, humm?"

Taking his drink, Ivar asked, "Well? Isnt she?"

The rest of the day, into the evening, was spent with them just enjoying eachother's company. Ivar watched Alex's joyful smiles and giggles, and grabbed him up, completely off his feet, to hug him several times. His playfulness was contagious, and Ivar couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so carefree and happy.

He watched Alex play some of the games and how frustrated he'd get when he didn't win. It was really cute. Alex play punched him in the arm, "Stop laughing at me! It's not funny."

Ivar grinned, "Yes, it actually is."

Alex rolled his eyes and continued playing, determined to win. Ivar realized that he was more in love with Alex now than when they first started dating. He didn't know how that was even possible because he'd already never felt like this with anyone else before, but it was true. He'd give his life for Alex. Next to Ivy, there was nobody else on this Earth that he loved more. It kind of scared him, but more so, he was just thrilled to have finally found his soul mate. And that was exactly it. That was why he'd been different with Alex that morning. That's why he didn't care about himself. Alex was his soul mate, and he'd spend the rest of his life making him happy as long as Alex allowed it.

Feeling too emotional for their surroundings, he pushed everything to the back of his mind to deal with later and tapped Alex on the shoulder. "Here, let me show you how it's done."

"What?"

"Watch and learn, Love. Watch and learn." He gave the attendant his money, and she gave him three darts. Looking at Alex and grinning, he threw the first one. He hit one of the balloons, and it pooped.

"You've got to be kidding me," Alex sighed.

"How many do I have to pop to win?" Ivar smiled at the attendant.

"All three for your choice of prize or one more for one of the small stuffed animals."

"Go big or go home. Right, Alex?"

Alex rolled his eyes, "If you say so, but hitting all three isn't as easy as it looks, Ivar."

"Well, let's try and see," Ivar was sure he could get all three. He and Hvitserk used to play this exact game with darts and cans in their backyard when they were younger. When they got too brave and started aiming at cans on eachother's heads, Aslaug stepped in and took the darts away from them, telling them how dangerous and irresponsible it was. It was for this reason that neither of them ever told her about how they'd snuck the darts from her kitchen cabinet and played, secretly, resulting in Ivar having an unwanted ear piercing. He smirked at the memory of how scared Hvitserk had been and how he'd milked it for all it was worth, basically having Hvitserk wait on him hand and foot for the next week until Hvitserk caught on to what he'd been doing.

Ivar aimed and thew the second dart and then the third, popping both balloons. He turned to Alex, "What were you saying? It's not as easy as it looks, humm?"

Alex stood, dumbfounded, "Oh, shut up."

"Well, pick your prize, Love."

Alex smiled and kissed Ivar on his cheek as his face lit up. He picked out a huge, stuffed, pink bear.

Smiling as Alex wrapped his arms around the fuzzy bear, Ivar asked, "So, pink huh? Where are you gonna put it?"

Alex looked at him and laughed, "What? You don't think pink's my color?" He held the bear up to his face and smiled innocently. After laughing at Ivar's curious face, Alex finally said, "Duh, Ivar! This bright pink bear isn't for me! I think it's cute, and I have to admit, I love how soft it is," he cleared his throat as he noticed the strange look in Ivar's eyes, "But it's for Ivy, obviously."

"Oh? Umm, yeah, obviously," Ivar mocked him, smiling.

"It is. That's why I was so frustrated that I kept missing the damn balloons," Alex sighed. "I just thought this would be a nice birthday gift for her from this great day we've had together." And there it was again, that strange look in Ivar's eyes, making Alex nervous. "Umm, did I uh, did I say something wrong? Are you ok? Umm, are we ok?"

Ivar was lost in his thoughts. "Umm, Ivar?" Alex stepped closer and placed his hand on Ivar's shoulder. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Oh, umm," Ivar shook his head as if to snap himself out of whatever trance he was in, "What?"

"Ivar, what's wrong?"

"Wrong? What? Nothing is wrong. Seriously, absolutely nothing."

"Where were you just now? You worried me. You know you can talk to me."

Looking Alex deeply in the eyes, Ivar placed the beer on the counter beside them and pulled him close to him. He wrapped his arms around Alex's waist tightly. Alex wasn't sure what was going on, but he liked it. Ivar finally moved his right hand to Alex's cheek while the other still held him. Just as Alex was beginning to feel even more nervous, Ivar whispered, "I love you," and gave Alex a sweet, passionate kiss, causing him to feel weak in the knees.

When Ivar pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on Alex's, Alex looked up in a daze, licking his lips as if he could still taste the kiss. He wasn't sure what the strange look had been about or why this was how Ivar reacted when asked about it, but he was too lost in a haze to think about it any further.

Still looking into his eyes and practically panting for air, Ivar whispered, "We should go. I've got reservations for us."

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They went back to Alex's to shower and change for what Ivar said would be a nice dinner. They made sure to take their showers in Alex's two separate bathrooms because Ivar said he didn't want to miss their reservations, and he knew if they were together, they definitely wouldn't be leaving on time, if at all. They both laughed in agreement and went to get ready.

Alex finally came into the living room where Ivar was waiting for him. When he saw Alex in his shiny, black suit and opened, white, collared shirt, he gasped.

"What? Do I look ridiculous?"

Moving to his feet and immediately by Alex's side, "No, never. You look quite the opposite, actually. You look stunning."

As Alex's face flushed red, he looked Ivar up and down. He stood there in a dark, grey suit with the collar also open to it. Alex answered, "Well, you don't look too shabby yourself."

Ivar blushed and told him, "Well, I'd really like to kiss you. You don't know how badly. You're so smoldering hot and quite frankly, irresistible, but umm," he licked his lips, "Like I said earlier, I don't want to miss our reservations. The driver is already out front, waiting for us."

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They arrived at a very elegant seafood restaurant just on the outskirts of town. Ivar knew Alex would love it, sushi being his favorite of favorite foods, so he wasn't at all surprised at Alex's reaction.

"Oh my God! Are you serious? You got us reservations here?"

Ivar simply smiled back at him.

"You know how long I've wanted to come here. How did you even get the reservations? Every time I've tried, the closest date is always like six months out. At best."

"Well, I know a guy who knows a guy," Ivar laughed. "You ready?" But Alex was already jumping out of the car before the driver had even opened his own door to get out. "It's ok, Mike. We'll manage. Thank you."

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Dinner was great and their conversation flowed easily, as it always had. They talked and laughed as they ate what Alex said was the best sushi he'd ever tasted and drank some of the most expensive wine. Alex had protested about the wine, but Ivar said, "I want only the best for you. Don't worry about the price. That's none of your concern. Now, drink."

"Yes, sir," Alex smiled warmly, turning up his glass.

As their dinner was nearly over, the lighting in the place got a bit dimmer, and strobe lights came on, illuminating a dance floor. Alex's face instantly lit up as he looked at the dance floor and then back to Ivar. "Don't even think about it, Love. It's not happening," Ivar hadn't even given him a chance to ask.

Alex looked at him with pouty eyes as he saw several other couples make their way to the dance floor, and Ivar glared at him. "Ok, ok. You're not ready," Alex's eyes casted downward, he quietly said, "I understand." He took a big gulp of the last of his wine. "We should probably go then," Alex said, placing his glass back on the table and standing.

"Wait. What? No," Ivar panicked. He hadn't meant to hurt Alex's feelings. But he may have been too vague with his response. "I"m not ashamed of you if that's what you're thinking. I-I'm, ugh, I just..."

"It's ok, Ivar. I'll meet you in the car." Alex began to leave before his emotions were too obvious and took over. "Where you can be with me, and nobody sees you. I've got to get out of here!"

Ivar was immediately up and by Alex's side. He placed his hands on either side of Alex's cheeks, making Alex look him straight in the eyes. "Hey, hey. Wait. Calm down. What is it, Love? Why would you even think I give a fuck about people seeing us together? You know I love you, and I could care less what anyone else thinks about that."

Alex blushed and pulled back from Ivar. "Well, it's obvious that you're embarrassed by even the thought of dancing with me." He cleared his throat, "So, you're off the hook. You don't have to." Alex looked away from him.

"Alex, I'm not embarrassed by you. I'm umm," he began to stutter, and Alex looked back at him, confused. "I'm embarrassed at the thought of dancing in front of all these people. You know I can't dance."

Alex's snarl softened into a smile. "Oh, Ivar," he placed his hand on Ivar's cheek,"You don't have to do anything fancy, and we could wait for a slow song. Nobody is paying us any attention." Ivar leaned into Alex's hand. "But it's ok. Let's just go. I want you to myself anyway."

Ivar knew he'd hurt Alex's feelings, and he felt really bad about it. It hadn't been his intentions. He started to walk with Alex, reaching down to hold his hand, and then he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He pulled Alex to him. "I'm not going to get in my head about this. You want to dance, let's go dance." He kissed Alex on the cheek and turned back around and pulled Alex in his direction.

"Wait. Ivar. No, it's ok," Alex said as he was trailing behind Ivar, but Ivar didn't even acknowledge he'd spoken and continued walking until they reached the dance floor.

As Ivar stepped onto the floor, Alex stood there in shock. Ivar held his hand out and said, "Well, come on, Love. What are you waiting on?"

"Umm, ok. I guess we're doing this," and Alex joined Ivar who pulled him flesh with his body and wrapped his arms around Alex's waist. "What changed, Ivar?"

"Umm, I just realized what I already knew. If I'm with you, umm, well, nothing else matters." He placed his head in the bend of Alex's neck and rested his head on his shoulder as their two bodies began to sway in sync.

Then, a familiar song began to play. "All My Life." That was the song that Ivar had said made him think of Alex, and he instantly smiled. He raised his head up as he rested his cheek against Alex's. With his left arm around Alex's back and shoulders, he squeezed him a little tighter. His right hand held Alex's, and he brought it up between them, against his chest, and held it there, leaning down and kissing the back of Alex's hand.

Ivar began humming along with the song as they slowly danced. Alex's heart was pounding so hard he was sure Ivar could feel it against his own chest. Then, as if an angel singing a hymn from the heavens, Ivar began to softly sing along into Alex's ear. "All my life I've prayed for someone like you. And I thank God that I finally found you..." A single tear slowly rolled down Alex's cheek. Ivar never sang in front of anyone intentionally, and Alex knew this. To say he was surprised that Ivar was singing, not only to himself, but directly to him, right in his ear, was a major understatement. Alex didn't say a word but just listened to the beautiful, angelic sound.

As the song was ending, Ivar turned his head toward Alex. As Alex froze, Ivar leaned down and gently kissed his lips. It was only a matter of seconds before Alex was kissing him back, both lost completely in the other.

For a moment, it was as if the two of them were the only ones in the room. Their dancing stopped and all movement, as well, except for their kiss.

Eventually, Alex noticed the song had stopped, and now there was a more upbeat song playing. He slowly opened his eyes and reluctantly pulled a little away from Ivar's delicious lips. Around them, he saw the people dancing in rhythm along with the fast music while he and Ivar stood motionless, forehead against forehead, arm in arm, hand in hand, bodies still tightly snug against eachother.

Alex looked at Ivar, who hadn't taken his eyes off of him, as he smiled and said, "We're the only ones not moving, aren't we, Love?"

Blushing, Alex answered, "Yes."

"We should probably go now," Ivar laughed, and the two of them walked back to the table to get their suit jackets. Ivar leading the way, hand in hand, they walked out to find their driver and left for Alex's place.

The car ride to Alex's was intense. Ivar scooted closer to Alex and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him close. "I want you so badly," he whispered into Alex's ear and licked down his neck with a gentle graze of his teeth, causing Alex to shiver.

"The feeling is mutual," Alex softly said back to him. Placing his hand on Ivar's cheek, he leaned over and kissed him quickly on his other cheek. "I can't wait to get you home."

The rest of the ride was spent with gentle touches, heavy breathing, intense stares, and deep kisses. Just as they both felt they could take no more, they finally arrived at Alex's.

As Alex finally unlocked the door, Ivar practically shoved him into the apartment, backwards into the wall, frantically kissing him. He was instantly removing Alex's suit jacket and then his own. As they dropped to the floor, Alex leaned forward and locked the door behind Ivar. "I've seriously missed this," Alex softly said just as Ivar's lips crashed into him again.

Pieces of their clothing went flying, one by one, as they made their way to Alex's room. "I'm all yours," Alex said between kisses, "Have your way with me."

"Fuck!" Ivar panted, "I fucking plan on it."

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Standing in the kitchen and trying not to sound as sad as he actually felt, Alex said, "Well, I guess we're back to reality, huh?"

"What do you mean? This entire weekend has been our reality, Alex."

Alex hesitated, "Well, you know what I mean. You leaving to go back home, and me just dropping by to visit you and Ivy after class."

Ivar didn't really get what Alex was insinuating.

"Ivar, umm," Alex's hands were sweaty as he tried to put everything in the best way he could without hurting Ivar, "I think I should give you three some space. You know, just give Katia the time she really needs to accept that we're together no matter what kind of fit she pulls, and let her see that it won't change even if I'm not always there."

Ivar's mouth just dropped as he listened to Alex in disbelief. "Also, maybe it will do her some good for me to not be there as much and her maybe feeling like I'm constantly rubbing it in her face. Maybe that's why she got so defensive and territorial over you to begin with."

Ivar couldn't believe how selfless Alex was, selfless, yes, but it was a very naive way of of thinking.

He stood up and walked around the counter and placed his hand on Alex's shoulder, "Love, how very thoughtful of you. Really, it's one thing I really love about you. But, umm, you do know who we're talking about here, dont you? You're so very considerate, but I honestly believe she's going to do whatever she thinks will win me over whether you're there or not." He kissed Alex on the forehead. "And I, personally, would prefer you're there with me. Maybe the better choice is that I talk to her again, and make sure she remembers that she's only there on borrowed time."

Alex shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I understand you being apprehensive. How about this? What if I talk to her, and we just play it by ear. If you think things are too tense and would prefer to come back home, I won't stop you. You're already here a couple of nights a week anyway, so if you absolutely have to add another or two, I'll try my best to understand and not take it personally. This will be a busy week anyway with getting everything finished for Ivy's birthday party next weekend."

Ivar pulled Alex into a hug. "Just promise me that you won't umm, leave for good, that you won't leave me." Ivar shuddered at even the thought. "I can't handle even thinking about life without you. I love you, and I need you in my life. Always."

Alex choked back a tear, "Ivar, please don't tell me that after the amazing weekend we've had, you actually still think I could leave you," Alex said into Ivar's chest, still wrapped in his strong arms.

Ivar pulled him back and looked into his eyes, "I, umm, I feel it's just a matter of time before you see what I already know." Ivar dropped his head and looked away.

"And just what is that, exactly?" Alex gently turned Ivar's head back toward him so he could see his face.

Trying to avert Alex's piercing eyes but eventually giving in, Ivar finally answered him. "Umm, well, that you-you're umm, you're too good for me and deserve better." His face flushed bright red as he tried to pull away from Alex, but Alex tightened his grip around Ivar's waist.

Placing his hand on Ivar's cheek, Alex told him, "Ivar, what are you talking about? There's never been anyone more perfect for me. My love for you isn't that shallow, and I can't see me happier with anyone else on this planet. I love you. Ok? That's not going to change over some ridiculous argument or anything like that." He pulled Ivar to him and gave him a tight hug. "Do not worry about such things. You're stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily," Alex laughed.

Ivar smiled despite himself. Alex's words helped him, but he knew the thought would remain in the back of his head. He'd just have to push it far back and try to ignore it.

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Ivar was right. The next week was really busy. No matter how much Katia protested, and Alex couldn't tell if she was being sincere or not, Ivar pulled out all the stops for his baby girl. Katia told him how she was too young for anything to matter to her, and that she wouldn't remember any of it anyway, but Ivar insisted that nothing was too big or too much for his princess.

Ivy loved bouncing, so Ivar rented out a small, indoor trampoline park for the entire Saturday afternoon. There wasn't a large amount of people coming to the party, just close friends and family, but Ivar also had a catering company lined up to bring food.

Ivar spoke to Katia as he'd told Alex he would. She didn't say much. She just listened to him. He wasn't sure she really accepted the gravity of his words, so he told her, "Katia, I get that you wanted things to work out a different way and I'm sorry it hasn't, but you're going to have to accept this. It's not going to change. I also need you to understand that Ivy is the reason youre here at all. I can't have you living in my home, and this is temporary, remember, and treating Alex the way you have. It will not be tolerated anymore." Katia had only nodded her head and told him ok. He saw her expression chnage, but she nevwr said anything else. That made Ivar a bit nervous for what she really meant, but he decided to just leave it alone. For now.

Ivar and Alex spent most of their evenings that week at the trampoline park, decorating for the party. Alex had went home to his own place almost every night, against Ivar's will, but Ivar didn't protest against it like he said he wouldn't.

Admittedly, that had been very difficult for Ivar, so he was extremely pleased when Alex told him, "Do you mind if I stay at your place tonight? I'm honestly just too tired for us to go all the way back to my place when yours is so much closer."

"Oh, so it's just a matter of proximity, humm? That's the only reason you'll finally stay with me?" Ivar mused.

"Oh, you know better than that," Alex smiled. "I mean, yes, your place is closer, but umm, I also miss you."

Blushing, Ivar pulled him close and gave him a kiss, "Well, let's go."

To Alex's surprise, Katia had seemed mostly nice all week when the three of them had been together. She did seem a bit on edge, but he'd noticed, just when he thought she may say something, she'd retreated to her room, saying how she was really tired suddenly. She hadn't said or done anything out of the way. Yet. He knew he'd never trust her again. But he also hadn't stayed over night all week either, so he knew this would be the true test.

When the two of them arrived at Ivar's, Alex hesitated by the car door. Ivar walked over to him, "Everything ok, Love?"

Wiping his sweaty hands on his pants legs, Alex answered, "I, umm, well, I just don't want any problems. I hope she's already in bed."

Ivar hugged him and reassured him, "You have just as much a right to be here as she does. This is my house and if I have to remind her, I will. You don't have anything to worry about, Love. I told you, she seemed to understand everything when I talked to her. You'll be fine."

Alex gave him a quick kiss and told him, "Thank you, and I'm sorry for adding more stress for you."

Ivar grabbed his hand and told him not to worry about it as they headed to the front door.

Katia was in the kitchen as they walked inside. "Hey, Ivar, sweetheart," Alex just squeezed Ivar's hand as he heard her, "I made some of your favorite food for dinner and was just cleaning my plate. Please come in, and have a seat. I'll make your plate. I figured you'd be really tired."

She continued talking as the two of them stood at the kitchen counter behind her. Ivar cleared his throat as Katia turned around. "Alex is staying the night because you're right. We're exhausted."

Her eyes widened as Ivar pulled a stool out for Alex, and the two of them sat down. "Umm, ok. Uh, hey, Alex. Would you like a plate, too?" Katia asked him as she sat Ivar's plate in front of him.

Alex looked to Ivar, who nodded to him, then answered, "Umm, sure. Thank you, Katia."

She made Alex's plate and gave it to him. "Umm, Ivar, you can clean up here when you two are finished? I'm going to bed, and Ivy's already asleep in her room."

"Umm, uh, sure. Thank you, again, for dinner, Katia. And umm, Ivy?" Ivar asked her.

"Sara took her up before she left. Umm, good night, guys." Katia left the room without another word.

Alex stared blankly at Ivar who had the same expression on his face. They sat for a moment before Ivar finally said, "Think she is finally getting the picture and understanding that you're not going anywhere?"

They both sat for another moment, and as Alex smiled, they both said at the same time, "No way!" They laughed and finished their meal.

After eating, they cleaned up the kitchen together and then went to bed. It was only minutes before they were wrapped in eachother's arms, passionately kissing. Ivar pulled away and softly said, between panting, "I missed you."

"We were just together Sunday, Ivar."

"I know. A lifetime ago. I've missed you," he laughed and kissed Alex again, wondering if he would even last until he could get Ivar's boxers and sweats off of his glorious, hot body.

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It was finally the day of Ivy's party. They closed the bar for the night to be able to properly celebrate. You would have thought it was Ivar's Odin himself was coming to visit or something. He was running around in nearly a panic.

"Ivar," Alex stopped in front of him and placed his hands on his shoulders, "I know it's her first birthday, but it's going to be perfect. Everything is going to be fine. I've got everything in the car already. Breathe."

"But what about her dress for the pictures?"

"I have it."

"And the other clothes that she can mess up when she gets her birthday cake and to play in?"

"I've got that, too."

"And her shoes? And oh my God, I almost forgot my camera. How am I going to take pictures if I forget my camera?"

"Ivar, I have her shoes and your camera and your camera bag along with the charger and even batteries as a backup. I've got it. Just relax."

"What about..."

"Ivar, the candles, lighter, and knife to cut the cake all comes with the cake order. Remember?"

Ivar finally stepped back and sat on a stool at the kitchen counter. Alex smiled at him as he saw him take a deep breath and run his hand down his face.

"Chill. We got this."

At that moment, Katia came out of her room with Ivy. "Dada!" Ivar was by Katia's side immediately, as Ivy reached for him, and took her into his arms.

"She's ready. I just need my purse, and I'll be ready, too."

"How's daddy's big girl? Humm? Are you ready to celebrate?" Ivar kissed her on top of her head, and she smiled up at him. "Happy birthday, my little princess."

As Katia came back out of her room, Alex looked over to her and saw his same expression of adoration spread across her face. It unnerved him, but he looked back at Ivar and Ivy and instantly felt better. He knew now wasn't the time. Breaking him from his thoughts, Ivar asked, "Shall we go, now?"

"Actually, can I give Ivy her gift from me first? Well, I guess it's from us, really, isn't it?" He laughed. Ivar had forgotten about it, and looking at his watch, he told him yes.

Alex ran upstairs and came back down, quickly, with the big, pink bear Ivar had won for him the Saturday before. Ivar took Ivy over to Alex in the living room floor as Katia stood and watched.

"You want to see what Alex got for you, Sweetheart?"

"What we got for her," Alex corrected him.

Ivy reached for Alex, saying, "Ale!"

Ivar stood her in front of the huge stuffed bear, holding her sides, and she looked up at them both and giggled. She flopped forward with her arms stretched wide, saying "Mine."

Ivar and Alex told her yes, and she enjoyed rubbing it by moving her face back and forth into it. It was so cute, Ivar kissed Alex, and told him, "Thank you, Love. That was so thoughtful to think of her during our date."

Katia cleared her throat, and Ivar looked over to her, still standing and watching, critically. He saw the look of disgust across her face. He glared at her, but didn't say anything. "I'm going on out, guys." She said rolling her eyes.

Alex completely ignored her and continued playing and laughing with Ivy. Ivar clinched his teeth together to prevent himself from saying anything to her on Ivy's birthday. He didn't want to ruin her day before it had really even begun.

Alex, knowing this and seeing the look of murder across Ivar's face, finally said, "I think we should get going, right, Ivar? We don't want her to be late for her own party."

Ivar, recognizing Alex was right, scooped Ivy up and into his arms and told her it was time to go. She only giggled at him. They finally got Ivy in the car and headed to the trampoline park.

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Aslaug was already there and greeted them at the door. She took Ivy to change her clothes for pictures as Alex and Ivar unloaded the car. Katia came in with her.

For as long as Alex had known Ivar, he'd had an eye for capturing the perfect picture. He just naturally knew how to take the simplest scene and angle the camera in such a way that the lighting would look chosen and fine tuned, and he'd then produce the most beautiful pictures, people always being his favorite thing to photograph. You could always see his passion for photography in his finished product, but with Ivy as the subject, Alex knew the pictures were going to be outstanding.

Aslaug brought Ivy out, and Ivar had her place her on the mat with the small, colorful balls that he'd brought over from the ball pit. Her dress was purple velvet trimmed in sparkling black with tights and shoes to match. As Alex watched her pick up one of the balls and smile too widely for her small face, he couldn't deny how absolutely adorable she looked. He looked over to Ivar, who exuded love and excitement mixed with pride and a ball of nerves, as he snapped picture after picture. Alex stepped to him and softly said, "She's absolutely gorgeous, Ivar." Ivar glanced at him and smiled. "Just like her daddy," Alex added as he kissed Ivar on his cheek, causing him to blush.

At that moment, Ivy threw the ball towards them and then clapped her hands as Ivar continued snapping away.

Alex rolled the ball back to her and said, "Catch, Sweetheart." As the ball rolled right up to her, she grabbed it and said, "Ale!" melting Alex's heart.

Aslaug covered her mouth in surprise, "I didn't know she could say your name, Alex. That's precious." She winked and smiled at Alex, thoroughly surprising him as he felt his cheeks redden.

"Ale!" Ivy said again, this time reaching toward him.

"Aww, she wants you, Alex. You should go to her. I'm sure Ivar will make some incredible shots of the two of you."

Still surprised, Alex answered, "Oh, uh, no. This is Ivy's day. That's ok. I'll just watch from here."

Ivar turned to him as Ivy threw another ball in their direction, laughing and clapping. "She's right, Love. Ivy wants to play with you. It will make for some sweet photos. I mean, if you want to."

"Ale!" Ivy reached for him again. "Puh-ease," she motioned for him to come to her.

"That's another new word, sweetie," Alex encouraged her. "You're such a smart girl." He sat with her, and they began rolling the balls back and forth, Ivy's small giggles filling the room. Ivar's heart swelled as he continued snapping pictures.

Katia entered the room and stood, watching. Aslaug noticed how she was visibly on edge, and she could only assume why. Aslaug stepped closer to her. "Ivar will take photos with anyone else who wants them with Ivy, too, Dear. You should be next," Aslaug said softly as she placed her hand on Katia's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"Thank you," Katia batted away tears.

"Are you ok?" Aslaug asked, genuinely concerned.

"It's umm, you know. It's uh, it's just hard. I'm trying, but it's just so hard."

"Oh, I know, Dear. Just take it one day at a time."

"I know I really messed things up, and it's too late, now. Watching him, umm, it just breaks my heart. That should've been me. I'll never find anyone who loves me like he did, and I just threw it away like it was nothing."

Aslaug hugged her, "Oh, Katia. Dear, never say never. You have no idea what the future holds."

Katia's eyes lit up. Was it possible that Aslaug wanted them back together, too? Oh, of course she did. Alex can't give her anymore grandchildren. That's basically what Aslaug was saying, right? Maybe she should continue her plan to make Alex's life difficult enough that he'd just finally leave without Ivar ever even knowing she'd done it. She'd be there for Ivar afterwards, and he'd see how much she truly loves him.

Without warning, Katia went to stand at the side of the mat where Ivy and Alex sat, playing. "Umm, could I get some pictures with our daughter, too?" She asked, looking at Ivar.

Surprised at her tone, he answered, "Sure, in just a moment when she's finished with Alex."

Alex looked up at Katia and then to Ivar. Feeling bad for the way she'd just thrown Ivar in the middle of whatever game she was playing at now, he said, "Umm, no. It's ok. We can take more pictures later. I need to get up from here anyway before my legs fall asleep." He nervously laughed as he stood.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Alex," Katia began with false sweetness dripping from her words, "I can definitely wait until you're finished."

He walked to Ivar, as Ivy called for him several times. "No, you go ahead. It's fine. Ivy, we'll play again shortly. It's mommy's turn now." When he reached Ivar, he sat down beside him with a sigh.

"Thank you, Love. I'm sorry. That was so rude."

"It's ok. She's Ivy's mom. I can understand her wanting to be with her."

"And this is just another reason I love you," Ivar smiled.

People began coming, so Alex left Ivar to greet them. Ivy's birthday gifts began to pile up as people passed the gift table to go pose for photos. Alex loved that Ivar got to use one of his favorite pass times with his beloved daughter.

As he watched them and all the cute faces Ivy was making, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hey, Alex. You remember my sister, Emilie, don't you?"

Alex turned to see Paul, from class, with his sister and her two kids. "Hey, Paul. I'm surprised you actually came. Come on in. The kids are getting ready to go jump. Finally." Pointing to Aslaug, he told him, "That's Ivar's mom. See her for the socks and have a great time."

Paul's sister stuck her hand out to shake Alex's, "Hi, umm, he insisted that we were invited and should come for the kids to enjoy themselves. I hope it's ok."

"It's definitely ok. Ivar invited you guys personally last weekend." Alex motioned toward Aslaug for them to get socks.

Suddenly, the kids went running to the jump space. There weren't many, maybe 8 or 10, and all so tiny, but they nearly knocked Ivar down as he was walking with Ivy in his arms, toward Alex. "Hey, hey, guys, slow it down some," Ivar said to them in vain as they passed.

Just as Ivar reached Alex, the front door swung open. There stood Sigurd, a young toddler, maybe 2 or 3 years old, and a pregnant, blonde girl. Ivar stopped in his tracks, in complete disbelief. "Hi, Ivar. Umm, this is Anja, my girlfriend, and this little guy is Mika."

"What the fuck are you doing here, Sigurd?"

"Nice to see you, too, little brother. Hey, Alex. And uh, Mom invited us."

"Of course she did," Ivar shook his head. He pointed his finger in Sigurd's face, "I promise you, if you do or say anything to ruin my Ivy's birthday, I will personally end you. I'll mutilate and dismember your body so badly that not even mom will be able to identify your mangled body in the morgue. I'll fucking gut you myself!Understood?" Alex gulped and Anja swallowed loudly. Ivar turned to her, "Nice to meet you, Anja. You're welcome to come in. Get some socks for Mika and let him play with the other kids." He glanced at Alex, "I'll be back. I'm taking Ivy to play."

Alex began to speak, but just at that moment, Hvitserk walked up. As he turned to Alex, he noticed who was standing on front of him. "What the fuck!" Trying to disregard Sigurd, Hvitserk said, "Alex, I was coming to tell you that your mom is here and was looking for you, but before I leave you," he turned to Sigurd, "You better not start your shit with Ivar today. You understand me? I won't hesitate to kick your fucking ass right here in front of," he looked to Anja, "Your girl and your kid and whoever the fuck else wants to watch. Got it?"

Sigurd smiled and began to speak, but Hvitserk held his hand up to his face, "Save it," and he walked away.

Sigurd told Anja, "That was my other brother, Hvitserk. Isn't he lovely?"

"Wow! When you told me you weren't too popular with your brothers, you weren't joking, were you?"

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The party seemed to be going well. Everyone was talking and laughing and the kids were still jumping. Alex left Ivar and Ivy to go get a glass of water.

As Alex turned to go back, he noticed Katia with Ivar and Ivy, so he stopped. He stood and watched them. He knew she needed to spend time with them together, too, but it sure stung.

Alex then felt an arm on his shoulders and a hand on gently squeeze. "It's a wonderful thing you're doing for him, Sweetie," his mom's voice said softly beside him. "That's true love. I know it's not easy, but Ivy can only benefit from the three of you loving her like you do and doing your best to get along."

"Thanks mom. It's, umm, well, Katia doesn't always make it the easiest."

"Oh, I'm sure. Just be strong. She's just testing you. And Alex?"

"Yes, mom?" he answered, watching Ivar and Katia walk along the trampoline, holding Ivy's hands so she can easily jump.

"You know how much that man loves you, don't you?" Completely surprised at what he'd heard her say, he turned to look at her. "Because everyone else around you two, including Katia, can see it. Have faith in that, sweetheart. He's not going anywhere." She kissed him on his temple and walked back to his dad.

Alex just stood there and let his mom's words wash over him. He felt really proud at how accepting she clearly was of the whole situation of him being with a man and, now, one who had a child and a crazy ex. It warmed his heart, and she just didn't know just how badly he'd needed to hear everything she said.

As he watched Ivar and Katia more, he noticed how she just actually seemed to be there for Ivy. Several times she'd placed her hand on Ivar's arm or shoulder, and he subtly pulled away from her each time. She appeared to just stop trying to get his attention and began to focus hers on her baby girl. Things didn't seem so bad when she was with Ivar like that, just as Ivy's mom and nothing more. He sincerely hoped they'd eventually get to a place when that really was all that was there.

"Is that broad the mom of your daughter?" Paul was suddenly at Alex's side, disturbing his thoughts.

"Umm, yeah. That's Katia, Ivar's ex and Ivy's mom."

"Woah! Man! I thought she was your child. So her mom is his ex?"

Annoyed, Alex simply answered, "Yes."

"Wow, man. I'm impressed. I don't know how you do it. That would kill me, seeing my man with his ex and their baby. How do you not feel like the third wheel?" He looked over to Alex, "I guess I mean, the fourth wheel. I mean, look at them. The three of them look like a happy little family. I'd never known they weren't still together had I not known who you are to him. Dude! I'm amazed that you don't just feel like crawling under a rock somewhere. You must really love him, huh?"

Alex could only hope that Paul meant well, but his words hurt like a double edged sword. He was just a bit daft and obviously, completely without tact. Alex began to walk away from him before he lost his cool as he heard Ivar call his name. He turned to see Ivy in Katia's arms, but reaching for him as she called out, "Ale! Puh-ease! Ale!" How could he say no to that?

Ivar motioned for him to come to them and then, to his surprise, so did Katia.

Alex joined them back on the trampoline mat, leaving Paul where he stood, and Katia instantly said to him, "She really wants you, Alex. You want to take her?"

He tried to hide his surprise with Katia's generosity as he held his arms out. Ivy practically jumped to him, and she giggled as they laughed at her.

Alex and Katia each held one of Ivy's hands and let her jump up and down. The smile across her face was contagious. Alex tried to ignore how nervous he was at Katia's kindness. Surely, this was sincere and not just another way to maneuver herself into Ivar's life the way she wanted to be. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, looking over his shoulders. Alex turned to see what she was looking at, and he saw Y/N and Hvitserk standing there, pretending not to be watching them.

Of course, Hvitserk had said something to her. That definitely explained her change in attitude. It made Alex feel sick, but as he looked at Ivar's smiling face, watching them getting along for the sake of their love for his daughter, he couldn't really do or say anything. Now, wasn't the time.

Hvitserk brought Ivar his camera and winked at Alex. Ivar instantly began snapping more photos. Defeated, Alex gave in and just enjoyed the moment. No matter how fake it actually was.

Unbeknownst to them, Sigurd was watching them. "I can't tell, exactly, which one is faking it. Is it Katia or Alex?" he snidely asked Ubbe.

"Oh, it's definitely Katia. Don't you remember how she's always been? Don't let the kid fool you. She's still just as manipulative as she was back then."

"Is Ivar still a blinded fool?"

"I honestly don't think he is. He's in love with Alex, and her shit doesn't seem to phase him anymore."

"Yeah, this thing with Alex? When did that happen? Who would've thought our little brother would be a queer?"

Ubbe smacked him in the back of the head, "Don't start your shit, or I promise you, I'll.."

"Beat my ass yourself?" Sigurd finished Ubbe's sentence. Ubbe smiled and nodded yes. "Actually, I see Ivar differently. He does look genuinely happy and in love. It's fucking disgusting." They both laughed.

The rest of the party had been a lot of fun. Alex got his turn with Ivar's camera when Ivar sat with Ivy and helped her open her gifts. She clapped, smiled, and giggled at nearly every gift. It was precious, and Alex was proud Ivar trusted him to capture the moment as Ivar had been teaching him a little about photography.

By the time everyone had eaten and had cake, several people were already leaving. Ivar invited whoever wanted to come back to his place for, "the adult part of the party," and they began packing up to leave. Alex and Ivar both were really happy that Ivar had the foresight to have paid the little extra for someone else to clean up after the party and bring it all back to Ivar's. They were both pretty tired.

As they made their way to the door, they were met by Alex's parents. Thank you, Son, for having us. We enjoyed our time with you all, but I think we're going to head on home," his mom told Ivar as she hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Aww, won't you drop by my place for a bit? We'd love to have you. Just have one drink with us, and then, we'll let you go if you want,"

She looked to Alex and then to his dad, who both nodded. "Well, if you're sure we won't be intruding. I know most of your guests will be your family, Ivar."

"Mama Hogh, you're Alex's family, therefore, you two are my family as well," he said as he hugged her again. "You've always been my family, but you didn't realize that you seriously do have a second son, now?" Ivar laughed.

Alex felt his heart swell. He didn't have words for how Ivar's words made him feel, but he sure did love hearing them. He grabbed Ivar's hand and kissed his knuckles as they headed to the cars.

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Once at Ivar's, Alex scanned the room. The few who came back were really just Ivar's family and Alex's parents. As he continued looking around, he noticed Paul sitting on the sofa. He was surprised, but Ivar had actually invited everyone so he walked over to him. "Hi Paul."

Paul stood, "Umm, I didn't realize this was just a family thing, Alex. I'm sorry. I'm gonna head out."

Alex handed him a beer, "Don't worry about it. You were invited just like everyone else." He took the drink and sat back down.

Ivar took Ivy to her bedroom upstairs. She didn't even wake up when he got her out of the car. He knew she'd be tired after such a long day, but he was kind of surprised at just how tired. Once he had her settled in her bed, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Happy birthday, Baby Girl. I love you."

As he walked to her door and gently closed it behind him, he turned into Alex. "What a day, huh?" he said as he smiled at the sweetness he'd just witnessed.

"What?" Ivar shyly asked.

"You know how I love seeing you with Ivy. That's all." Ivar's cheeks reddened, but he didn't say a word. "Actually, I just wanted to let you know that Paul is here, too. I didn't know how you'd feel about it, so I just wanted to tell you."

Ivar's jaw clinched as he spoke through his teeth, "I told you what he's after. You just watch yourself around him. I'd hate to have to dismember him." He didn't even smile as the words rolled so easily off his lips. "I don't trust him, but it's ok. I mean, I did invite everyone." He then backed Alex into the wall and kissed him. "He's just jealous that he can't do that," he laughed.

In a bit of a daze, Alex smiled. "He definitely can't. That would be gross." They both laughed and returned to the party.

Everyone was talking, laughing, and having a good time. Alex looked around and decided to pick up the empty bottles and take them out to the recycle bin in the garage. From the kitchen, talking with Ubbe and Hvitserk, Ivar saw him and turned to offer to help. Alex told him not to worry about it, that he could get it, so Ivar continued his conversation with his brothers.

As Alex rounded the corner with the box of empty beer bottles, he heard Katia and Aslaug talking. Instinctively, he stopped and listened. "Yeah, well, I know, but how could Alex ever provide you with any more grandchildren, Aslaug? I know Ivar has always wanted nothing more than to have a home full of little ones running around. I can give him that. And I know that would make you just as happy as it would him. You know he still loves me. He'll always love me. I gave him his first child."

"I, umm, well, I can't say if you're right or not," Alex heard Aslaug's response. "I know he'll always love you in his special way, Katia, but.." she stopped talking when Alex stumbled just outside the door, causing the bottles to bang together. "What was that?" Aslaug asked Katia as Katia basically disregarded her.

"I don't know, but you were saying you also think Ivar still loves me? Doesn't that mean he just needs to hear it from you? Maybe he just needs to know how you feel about him being with Alex, a man of all people. What was he thinking? I'm sure if he knew how you really feel, he wouldn't be so sure about their relationship. I mean, if that's what you want to call it." Katia continued talking as Aslaug moved around the work table in the garage, toward the door. "I mean, don't you think you should tell Ivar the truth about what you think about him and Alex?"

"What? Oh, uh, umm-humm," Aslaug was finally standing at the doorway just as Alex was stepping through it, and they nearly ran into eachother. "Oh! Alex!"

His eyes full of tears that he was desperately trying to hold back, he stepped around her and placed the box of empty beer bottles on the table. "Umm, I was, uh, just bringing this to the recycle bin. Umm, I-I'm uh, I didn't mean to umm, to interrupt your umm, conversation." Alex quickly sat the box down and turned to walk out.

"Oh, Alex, Dear," Aslaug began, but Alex held his hand up, palm facing her, in an effort to tell her not to waste her voice and to back off. He turned and immediately walked out of the garage, hearing both Aslaug and Katia calling after him.

As he entered the bathroom in the hallway, he faintly heard Katia's lies, "Alex, come back. I'm sorry. I can explain. It's not what you think."

He didn't bother to open the door or to answer her. He knew he needed to pull it together. This was not the time for Ivar to learn of the shit Katia and his own mom were spitting about the two of them.

It completely broke Alex with the cold and heartless way Katia had spoken about him as if she were discussing the weather and that Aslaug never once even attempted to defend him or even her own son. He could at least spare Ivar from the same pain, at least for now.

He wondered if what Katia had said was true. Did Ivar still love her? Is that why he had agreed to let her stay? Was she the one Ivar should be with after everything? She was right about one thing, though, for sure. He definitely couldn't give Ivar more children. They'd never talked about any long term goals. He didn't know if Ivar really longed for more children or not. How could he stand in the way of that if it was really what he wanted?

Standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sides of the sink, Alex looked at himself and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. Flipping on the water, he splashed cold water on his face. "Get a grip, Alex. You've got this," he lied to himself.

After a few more minutes in the bathroom, he finally came out to find Y/N standing there, waiting on him. "What the fuck happened? What did she do this time?" She asked him, anger visible across her face.

"Nothing. It's fine. I-I'm fine."

"Alex," she began.

"Not now, Y/N. I can't. Not now, ok?" he continued walking and grabbed himself two beers and headed to the sofa. Ivar noticed he'd returned and gave him a questioning look from across the room. Alex held his hand up and signaled that everything was ok as he turned up the first beer.

Sigurd and Anja sat across from him with Paul on one side of him and Y/N on the other. Sigurd began talking and thankfully, Paul and Y/N were quick to engage in conversation with him, as Alex turned up his second beer already.

Alex looked around and noticed Aslaug was at the kitchen counter without her smart-ass side kick for now. He saw his mom walk up to her and begin talking, and he could only hope Aslaug wouldn't say anything to her. He knew his mom, at least, was definitely what you would call a, "mama bear," and for the first time in a long time, he was quite proud of it.

"Hey, Aslaug. How are you? I've been meaning to talk with you all evening," Mama Hogh said to her.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you. I'm great. How have you been? I feel like it's been ages since I've seen you guys," Aslaug said.

The two of them made small talk for a few minutes before Alex's mom said, "What do you think about our boys? Who would have guessed that the two of them would have fallen for eachother, right?"

Aslaug thought before speaking and trying to choose her words wisely, finally answered, "It's funny. I kind of always thought my Ivar would end up with Alex's sister." Aslaug smiled and offered her a drink that she turned down.

"Oh, she is engaged now," Mama Hogh grinned, "But can I offer a word of advice to you?"

"Sure," Aslaug answered, intrigued.

"We have to let them go. They're not ours anymore. They're our babies, and we always think we know what's best for them, but there comes a time when we just have to let them go to make their own choices, and support them when they do."

She saw Aslaug's face harden a bit. "Trust me, I almost lost Alex because of trying to make his choices for him, thinking, 'Mama knows best,' but I learned the hard way, it's just not worth it. If they're happy, we have to be happy for them. And have you noticed how happy they clearly are with eachother? What mother could want more than that? Love comes in all shapes and sizes, and yes, sexes, Aslaug. Who are we to tell another who to love?"

Aslaug was clearly deep in thought. "How very insightful. Umm, thanks. I think." Aslaug leaned forward and hugged her as she told her that she and Thomas were leaving.

They returned to say their goodbyes. When Alex's mom came to him, he tried to stand but stumbled back onto the sofa, laughing. She smiled at him. "Just make sure you don't drive, Hun," and she hugged him goodbye as she told Y/N, "Take care of my boy, ok? I think he must need it." Y/N was surprised at how intuitive Alex's mom was, and she agreed.

Paul had been giving Alex beer after beer, and now Alex was feeling pretty good. Sigurd and he were intensely talking about being with someone they loved who already had a child. "It's so fucking beautiful how much you can love someone that you automatically love their offspring as if they're yours, right?" Alex slurred his words to Sigurd.

Sigurd smiled and agreed with him as he squeezed Anja's leg. He looked over and noticed one of Paul's hands on Alex's leg and the other rubbing his back. It didn't quite set well with Sigurd, but he told himself not to get involved. He'd definitely remembered each of his brother's warnings to not get shit started.

Alex continued talking, as Y/N got up to use the bathroom. "But you, you Sigurd, you have the luxury of having a baby of your own with umm, was it Amy?"

"Anja," she corrected him.

"Right. Anja. I'm sorry." Paul handed him another beer which he turned up and finished in 3 seconds, flat. "So you'll have your own little offspring soon. I, umm," he held his head down, "I can't provide that for Ivar."

Handing him another beer, Paul said, "Oh, there are other ways around that, Sweetheart." Alex turned up the beer as Paul's hand moved up his leg a bit more. Alex was so out of it by this point, that he didn't even notice, but Sigurd it did not miss it, nor did he miss the "sweetheart." He sat up to the edge of the couch and listened.

Paul continued, "If you were mine, I wouldn't make you feel any kind of pressure like that. Maybe the problem isn't that you can't give him another child. Maybe the problem is either who you're with or that he should be fucking happy with what he's got." Paul placed his hand on Alex's cheek while his other remained practically on his inner thigh, obviously headed toward where it definitely should not be.

Alex attempted to pull away from Paul's hand. Even in his drunken stupor, it didn't feel right. "Oh, umm, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," Paul told him as Sigurd watched and tried to decide what to do. He looked to Anja, but she was now standing behind them, talking with Torvi. "I just hate to see you not appreciated, Alex," Paul continued. "I'd never let you feel inadequate, especially when it came to my fucking ex. I'm sorry he makes you feel that way. Are you sure that's love? Because I'm not." He dragged his hand up Alex's leg further and squeezed as he handed Alex another beer.

Alex turned the beer up and his head began spinning. He suddenly jerked away from Paul and moved over on the sofa. He tried to start another conversation with Sigurd to distract himself from Paul's words, but he kept hearing what he'd said ringing in his ears and it came out to Sigurd, "I'm uh, I'm inadequate, huh? That's it. That's why he still loves her. I'm not good enough."

Paul scooted over closer to him and placed one hand on the small of his back and the other back on his leg again. He pulled Alex into a hug and kissed him on the top of the head. "You're not inadequate at all, Alex. You're perfect."

Sigurd had finally seen enough, "That's enough, man. Back the fuck up. You've gotten him just drunk enough that he has no idea what you're up to. I think you need to leave. Now."

Paul looked up to Sigurd as he stood and said, "Who the fuck are you? Alex is grown and can make his own fucking decisions."

"You've conveniently taken his decision making skills away from him and I'm Ivar's fucking brother, that's who the fuck I am! Now, back the fuck up!" Alex's head fell over onto Paul's shoulder and Paul placed his hand at the nape of Alex's neck, and wrapped his other around his waist, completely disregarding Sigurd.

Trying not to be the one to make a scene, Sigurd stormed to the next room, looking for Ivar. When he found him, the look of utter hatred and disgust was plastered across his face. Ivar instantly felt his defenses go up as he was used to that look.

Expecting him to spill whatever bile he had stored for him, Ivar sat his drink down and balled his fists up, ready to knock him out and then kick him out. So, he was very surprised when Sigurd began talking.

"Ivar, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but this is about Alex." Ivar sighed at Sigurd. "No, it's not like that, Ivar. I'm pissed. That Paul guy, whoever the fuck he is, has gotten Alex super drunk. Alex doesn't even know what's going on, and he's talking out of his head about you still loving Katia."

"Oh, what the hell! Let me go talk to him," Ivar started to leave Sigurd.

Sigurd stopped him, "No, Ivar. That's not even what I'm talking about. It's just that, well, Alex is drunk and talking out of his head like I said, and that fucking Paul is using his words against him."

Ivar saw red, "What? What the fuck do you mean?"

"He's twisting Alex's obvious insecurities about the two of you to his advantage and basically telling him how he'd treat him better. And Ivar, he's groping him up. Alex pulled away several times, but this mother fucker keeps putting his fucking paws all over him. It's disgusting. I fucking told him to leave, and he completely ignored me. And since I promised you guys I'd behave, I thought it better to come get you."

"Fuck that! You should have kicked his ass and thrown him out!" Ivar spat through gritted teeth. "Where the fuck is this piece of shit?" Ivar felt anger like he hadn't felt in a long time course through his veins. He followed Sigurd, his unlikely ally.

When he found Alex, Y/N was arguing with Paul as he sat with his arm resting on Alex's shoulders. Alex was slumped over with his head in his hands.

Ivar walked up, "Thanks, Y/N. I can take it from here." She looked up to him with a sigh of relief and backed away, bumping into Hvitserk, who had the same murderous stare that Ivar had.

Paul looked a bit nervous as Ivar walked to Alex's side. Squatting down to Alex, he calmly said, "Hey, Love. I think you've had enough. Why don't we call it a night?"

Alex raised his head from his hands and looked into Ivar's worried eyes and smiled warmly. He said, "Hey, my Ivar. Umm, well, you are still my Ivar, aren't you?"

"Yes, of course, I am. Let's get you to bed, shall we?" Ivar gently said.

Alex looked at Paul and reached for another beer. Paul handed it to him as he rubbed his back. Ivar placed his hand over Paul's and squeezed it as he removed it from Alex's back. "That's enough touching, now. I think it's time for you to go," Ivar said sternly to Paul.

Alex turned back to Ivar and said, "But he's my friend. We were just talking shit, Ivar."

"So I've heard. Well, he has to go home, now, Love. And you can go with me to rest in my room."

Ivar placed his hand on Alex's cheek and Alex leaned into it. "Nah, I don't think I'm ready for bed just yet. I was enjoying the party. Have a drink with us."

Ivar stood up and told Paul, again, to leave. Paul answered, "I don't think Alex wants me to leave."

Ivar didn't have a chance to answer before Alex said, "No, don't leave. The party's not over yet."

Ivar helped Alex to his feet, "The party is over for the two of us. Come on. I'll help you up the stairs."

Alex still protested, "Ivar, we still have guests. I'm not ready to go to your room yet. C'mon, one more drink."

Sigurd and Hvitserk had everyone else go to other rooms, telling them they didn't know how this may play out, and that they didn't want anyone getting hurt. Aslaug stood in the doorway, watching, though. She knew that Alex's current state was because of him overhearing her and Katia talking. She knew she needed to talk with him and explain.

When Ivar noticed his brothers had cleared the room, and Alex was still rambling about one more drink, he bent down and scooped Alex up and threw him over his shoulder, completely ok if he vomited down his back.

Alex kicked and then laughed, "Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane. Bedroom. Now." He laughed even harder, "Hey, I may like this game after all. Bedroom, now, my Ivar." He grabbed his head, "But fuck! I can't be Jane!" Ivar even struggled not to laugh at that.

"Ok, Alex, let's go."

When Alex complained that he still wasn't ready to leave, Paul stood in front of Ivar. "Man, he said he doesn't want to leave. Put him down. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Ivar felt a surge of anger hit him like a lightning bolt.

With Alex still over his shoulder, Ivar grabbed Paul by the shirt collar with his right hand and spoke to him through a clinched jaw and murderous eyes. In one of the most menacing voices Hvitserk had ever heard him use, Ivar growled at him, "What the fuck is wrong with ME? What the fuck is wrong with YOU?! You're in my house. You don't get to tell me to do anything! Now, get the fuck out of my house before I throw you out. Step aside before I destroy you." Ivar let go of him and he stumbled backwards a bit. "Don't make me peel your disgusting skin from your pleading body like a fucking potato! NOW, MOVE!"

Finally feeling proud of his baby brother, Sigurd giggled from behind them. Hvitserk's mouth just dropped in complete shock.

Paul winced at the images Ivar had put in his mind without even blinking. This man was ruthless, and he couldn't understand what Alex even saw in him, but he was not backing down. He wanted to be with Alex, and he was determined to show Alex who the better choice was.

When he got his balance, he, again, stood in front of Ivar. "I said put him down!"

With Alex still draped across Ivar's shoulder and back like a jacket, Ivar tightened his grip around him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such a need to defend someone he loved.

Before anyone in the room even had time to register what was happening, Ivar drew his arm back, and he suddenly punched Paul right in the face with what felt like the strength of a twenty. Paul instantly stumbled back and fell over. He was completely knocked out.

Ivar looked down and stepped over Paul, and as he took the first step on the stairs, he turned back to his brothers. "Hvitserk and Ubbe," who had just entered the room a few minutes before, "Can you show the rest of our guests out and give my sincerest apologies?" Sigurd looked up to Ivar questionly. "And Sigurd, will you umm, can you take out the fucking trash? If the piece of shit gives you any problems, do whatever you fucking want with him."

Sigurd smiled, "Happily." He rubbed his hands together with anticipation, and leaned down and kicked Paul to see if he was conscious yet. Ivar smiled and went about carrying Alex up the stairs, to his room.

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Ivar laid Alex down across the bed and smiled when Alex stretched his arms out and said, "Good morning, sunshine."

"Love, it's night. We're getting ready to for bed," Ivar chuckled at him.

"Oh, are we, now? I like the sound of that," Alex leaned up and reached for Ivar's crotch, but Ivar moved away from him, just out of his grasp.

Alex fell back onto the mattress, "You do t wnat me, do you? So, it's true, huh?"

"What's true?" Ivar asked, having no clue what Alex was talking about.

"You are still in love with Katia. Did you tell her? Because she already knows, too. Too bad I was the last one to fucking know. Might have saved me the humiliation of having to hear it from her," Alex turned his gaze away from Ivar, "It's ok, Ivar. You're off the hook."

Then, sitting up, or rather, trying to sit up, Alex told him, "I should go home. This, uh, this isn't right." He slung his legs over the side of the bed, and when he tried to get up, he fell forward.

Ivar rushed to his side. "Shit! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I've said it before, I like to get all the breaking done at once," Alex half laughed.

Ivar didn't know what had happened, but his mind could only guess Katia had told Alex some vile story that wasn't even true. "Whatever she's said or done, Alex, I'm sure it's all lies. You can't let her get to you and you can't believe her." Ivar tried. "You know how manipulative she is."

"Fuck that!" Alex raised up and tried to get to his feet. Unsuccessfully.

"Here, let me help you," Ivar offered and then helped Alex back to bed.

"You're, you're so fucking lucky I don't have the energy right now. I'd fight you on this one. You don't want me. I'd umm, I would, I, umm, nevermind. Can we talk tomorrow, Ivar? My head's splitting open. I, umm.." Ivar smiled at Alex's stuttering, but still worried about what he was saying. "Yeah, uh, you know what I'm saying, right? Umm humm."

Ivar brushed Alex's hair from his face to see he was passed out that quickly. He said his name a few times to check and yes, he was out.

Ivar pulled Alex's arm up from dangling on the side of the bed and took his shoes off for him before removing his own shirt and pants and crawling in bed beside him. He leaned down and kissed Alex on his temple, "Man, you're gonna feel this one in the morning." Ivar smiled.

As he laid back onto his pillow, he thought about the evil that Paul had attempted with Alex. He knew Hvitserk and Sigurd had taken care of everything downstairs because neither had came for him. Sigurd. What an unlikely person to have his back! He couldn't believe he'd welcomed someone like that into his home. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about what Alex would do when he learned how he had to throw his friend out, but he knew it had to be done. He then began to worry about all the things Alex was saying. What was he even talking about? How could Alex possibly think that he was still in love with Katia?

As the rage began to build in him again, he turned to Alex and brushed his fingers through his hair in an effort to calm himself. Then, he began to wonder what had gotten Alex this upset to begin with.

As he continued to brush through Alex's hair, Alex turned to face him, barely opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw Ivar's eyes looking back at him. He mumbled, "Hold me?"

"Of course, Love. Come here."

They scooted into each other as their bodies intertwined and Ivar's arms wrapped tightly around Alex. He kissed Alex on the top of his head as Alex snuggled into him. "I love you," Ivar whispered, and the two of them finally fell asleep.

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[fishys-still-writing-smut]

How about... Chiaki transported into the world of one of her favorite games as the heroine... only for her to instantly lose the tutorial fight against common bandits/thugs and being broken into their cumdump~?

Warning: lewd content below

(this was much more fun to write than I thought lol)

“Wow, I can't believe it. It's like a dream come true…I think.” Chiaki looked over the vast plains of the starting town. Being transported to her favorite RPG was like a dream come true!...In fact it may have been a dream. Not that she was complaining. She was too busy enjoying the feeling of freedom she had in her new life. Instead of staying up all night playing with herself (in single player games, of course) she could not venture out and get some action for herself!

“Excuse me miss.” Suddenly, a group of what appeared to be bandits appeared in front of her. She could see their low HP bars on top of their heads, as well as their single digit levels. “But we'll be taking that loot, and that ass!”

Chiaki smirked confidently as she grasped her sword. She paid no mind to the bandits' bold claim. After all, they were just tutorial bots. What they said didn't really matter, right?

…

…

…

“F-fuck!” Chiaki moaned as the leader of the bandits continued to plow her ass. She was the ultimate gamer, and look at her now, bent over in the middle of the first dungeon getting gangbanged by starting enemies. It wasn't fair at all!

Especially with how good their dicks felt.

“Open wide!” The youngest bandit called out, and before Chiaki could react, he shoved his giant cock in her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, before returning back to their previous droopy state. She bobbed her head slowly on the bandit's hard cock without even being asked. She shoved her phat pale ass backwards into the bigger bandit currently fucking her doggy style. Her pupils turns into hearts as her as received a firm smack while being fucked from behind, causing her plump cheeks to wiggle as her tight ass gets stretched out. The bandits high fived, smirking at the hot bitch they were spitroasting.

…

…

…

“Chiaki? Are you feeling alright?” Hajime asked his sleepy friend. It was normal for her to be tired and space out, but this was a little much even for her.

“Y-yeah. Just had an…intense dream last night.” Chiaki responded without looking up from her laptop. Hajime thought about prying further, but ultimately decided against it. After all, with the intensity Chiaki was staring at the screen, he assumed she was in the middle of another hardcore gaming session. Hajime chucked to himself. Even on their study trip in the school library she'd still be playing games on her laptop. Was there anything even close to her love of games?

“Glory holes near me”

“Horny singles in my area”

“How to convince your best friend to let him and his friends run a train on you?”

Her search history begged to differ.

Chiaki stared at her screen in a near hypnotized state. She eagerly read the “How To” guide while also watching a lewd video of a girl in cosplay being manhandled by a group of men. She bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping her. Ever since her dream last night, she's developed an absolutely depraved fetish. And she loved it. Not even bothering to hide how much being fucked by those bandits in her dream turned her on. Her panties dampening remember last night's events.

Perhaps she should take a quick nap? After all, going back to that dream could cure her of her recently developed depravity. And being the bandits slutty fucktoy could cure her of her need for some long hard dick~.

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7

Chapter 8

Pillowtalk

The Vibe:

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man (Official Audio)

Oh god, why am I so hot right now? and why can't I move?

I rub and slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight piercing through my windows. I look around to see why I can't move. Namor was lying face down on top of me, still very much asleep. He was hugged up on me and using me as a pillow; if you listen closely you can hear him softly breathing. My heart actually flutters

He's secretly a soft boy, who would've thought...

I rub his hair and back trying to coax him awake, "Namor" I whisper, "Namor wake up."

"hmm" he grunts

I quietly chuckle, "I have to get up"

"No"

"Yes"

He tightly holds on to me and rolls us over onto his back. "I don't want to get up," he says

Raising myself up to look at him, "You don't have to; I need to get up and stretch. Someone broke my back last night and then slept on top of me afterward."

Namor laughs, "Fine," He lets go of me, "Don't be long." I kiss his forehead and get up grabbing an oversized t-shirt of mine to throw on. Grabbing my phone o realize it's almost 11; while checking my notifications I head to the sitting room. Eventually putting some music on I begin to stretch out.

I am so sore, my legs and hips are extremely tight.

He really delivered on making me sore...

After 45 min or so of stretching and some light yoga, I end on my favorite full-body stretch. Sitting on my knees I bend backward and lay on my forearms grabbing my feet; I close my eyes and breathe letting my body relax into this pose.

"This is quite the sight." Namor steps in

"You like what you see?" I ask

"Very much." He steps forward standing right in front of me "You were supposed to come back to bed, I grew impatient"

Seeing him in the light of day fully naked, gave me butterflies. I sit up and look at him.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. How can I get you to forgive me?" I say batting my eyelashes and letting my shirt slightly fall off my shoulder exposing the top of my breasts.

Namor holds his hand out helping me up and turns me around to rub my shoulders. "You can start by showering with me," he whispers in my ear

"Gladly" I reply

Before we can head to the bathroom I hear a knock on the door. "how about you start without me, I'll be right there."

"He roughly grabs my ass and pulls me dangerously close to him, "Be quick Ki'ichpan," He says before heading to the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Headed to the door I speak up, "Who is it?"

"It's Peter!"

I crack open the door trying to give myself a little humility. "Good morning lightweight"

"Hey not fair, that was my first time ever drinking."

I point at him "And last time until you're 21."

"Yea, yea, yea. Anyways wanna chill before brunch?" He begins to walk in.

I quickly put my hand in front of him, "Can I just meet you there; What time is Brunch?" I suspiciously ask

"12:30 pm. What's going on?"

"No-nothings wrong" I stutter and laugh

"Oh no. Is Bucky in there?" He whispers, "Millie nooooo"

"Ew oh my god. Bucky is not the one in here." I say offended, "Remind me to fill you in on that whole situation."

"Okay so then who is in there?" he questions

"That information is on a need-to-know basis and right now you don't need to know." I quip

His face lights with realization, "you didn't!"

I forcefully cover his mouth, "Hey don't judge me. A girl has needs and he's actually quite nice."

He tries to speak under my hand, I roll my eyes and remove it from his face, "What about your London friend? I was starting to think you liked him/them."

"It's complicated; plus we had no intentions of starting anything, no strings attached you know."

"Hmmm okay. Well have fun with your new beau, imma go check out Shuri's lab. See you at brunch and practice safe sex." He says as he walks away

The Vibe:

SZA - Love Galore (Alt Version) (Audio)

"Never!" I say closing the door. I head to the bathroom and find Namor in the shower.

"You're lucky," he says

"And why's that?" I say taking off my shirt

"You had one more minute before I came and got you"

Stepping behind him in the shower I begin to lather some soap in my hand and begin to wash his back, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you didn't miss me too much" I begin to kiss his neck and shoulders

Namor rests his head on my chest as I begin to wash his front, "I did miss your touch"

I whisper in his ear, "Well forgive me for denying you of your needs your Royal Highness."

"I prefer God but I'll settle for King."

"Forgive me, King Namor," I say extra soft in his ear. Namor then turns around and pins me to the wall, kissing me with vigorous passion.

I guess he liked the sound of that

Namor dips down and begins to suck on my nipples causing sensations to go straight to my pussy, "Fuck" I moan

"You drive me insane. Every time I'm this close to you I forget about everything else." He lightly strokes my scar causing me to look away in shame. He continues, "I think everything about you is beautiful" he grabs my chin and makes me look at him, "Everything. Your body, your power, your brain; everything."

I didn't know we were freestyling love letters

"I don't know what to say" I honestly reply

"Say nothing. I say these things without the intention of wanting anything in return. Just know this, I have lived for almost half a century, and never have I been so pulled in by someone's aura. You disarm me. If and when you decide you are ready I'd make you my queen in a heartbeat."

"You don't mean that. That's the sex brain talking"

"I'm as sure as I am standing here. My mother was the voice that brought you to me. She'd always told me to settle for an equal and nothing less. You are my equal, hell more than my equal. I don't expect you to make any decisions any time soon."

"Namor we met 3 days ago, how could you so quickly be sure about me?"

"I just do. I understand you'll need time, I can wait. Besides I'd like to properly court you and get to know your world and you get to know mine. Give us a chance Ki'ichpan."

I look at him for a while, "You know I'm broken right? I don't mean that to sound dramatic but I am. I don't even know who I am. I've got some serious baggage"

"I don't care," he says sincerely

This is wild, what do I do? This man is pouring his heart out right and I'm frozen Aunt May's voice pops into my head, "True love finds you when you are least looking for it."

"Okay," I say

"Really?" He asks

"Mhmm low stakes, most that can happen is you break my heart which is not fun, really so not fun, but temporary."

He laughs, "And what if you break mine?"

"Impossible. I don't break hearts, I just collect them." I tease

The mood in the air was light; he was hopeful and I was hesitant but curious to see where this goes. He kisses me, once again with passion. I pull him to me wanting to be as close as possible; Namor sneaks his hand down my pussy and begins to stimulate my clit, driving me wild. Our passionate kiss turned into a hot and heavy makeout. Namor takes my legs and wraps them around him, so he could firmly pin me to the shower wall; He then takes his dick and slowly pushes himself inside me. He took his sweet time causing me to moan into his mouth.

"Hold on tight" The only warning he gave me before he starts to roughly fuck me against the wall; I grab his hair and scratch his back trying to hold on. Namor rests his head on my shoulder as he fucks me going in deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. I sing a melody of moans in his ear, begging him not to stop.

Namor sits his head up and rests his forehead on mine, "Say you're mine."

I try to answer but can't get any real words out.

Namor firmly grabs my hips and begins to pound into me even harder than before, "Say your mine." he growls out between gritted teeth. "Say it!" he demands.

"I'm yours!" I yell "Oh fuck I'm yours. Namor please.." I can't even finish my sentence I'm so close. He's hitting me so deep and I can't do anything but take it.

"I know baby, me too," he responds.

While kissing him I roughly pull the back of his hair, not on purpose, but just to hold on; he must have liked it because it made him moan into my mouth this time. I can feel him losing control, he's so close, and so am I. Namor begins to speak something in my ear in his native tongue, "Yaan u mierda in reina, kutaj Jach ma'alob. In yaakunech ka ma' je'el in pa'atik u meentikba utia'al Mantats' mía.In ki'ichpam, ki'ichpam reina. 'Fuck my queen, you feel so good. I love you, and cannot wait for you to be forever mine. My beautiful, beautiful queen'"

I wasn't sure what he said, as I could barely hear him outside of my own moans but it was just enough to bring me to climax. I hit my head on the back of the wall so hard I swear I saw stars, I couldn't control my movements anymore; it was like my orgasm took control.

After a few more thrusts, he pumps into me one last time holding himself there as he releases in me, making sure I take every last drop of him. Something about him holding me like this feels so intimate I swear I could have came all over again.

He smiles at me, "I could stay like this for eternity"

"If only" I laugh

He slowly pulls out of me and I wince, "I'm sorry Ki'ichpan, I should not have been as rough"

"Don't apologize, I like that you make me sore. Now every time I feel that pain, I'll think of you."

"Keep talking like that and I may have to take you again"

"Love that energy" I laugh and kiss him, "but If I don't get any food in me I might die."

"As you wish" he laughs

We finish up in the shower and get dressed. I'm wearing a teal off-the-shoulder bodysuit and a high-waisted mustard-yellow skirt. I wrap my hair back in a white head scarf to keep my braids out of my face. Namor opted to put on some of the white linen pants and top that were in my room's closet; we can't find the shorts that he tossed. He looks good though, like really good. Like good enough for me to forget about food good.

He sees me staring with lust in my eyes, "Behave yourself"

"How am supposed to when you look like that?" I laugh "ready?"

Yes, but I will meet you there. I need to check in with Namor and Attuma first.

"Okay," I say smiling "See you soon" He kisses me and we part ways

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I enter the dining area and see a large spread of breakfast food and an assortment of fruits and vegetables on the giant table. Shuri, Romanda, Okoye, Ayo, M'baku, Riri, Peter, and Bucky were all sitting around the table eating and talking.

"I hope I'm not too late," I say as I enter

"Of course not," Shuri says "Help yourself and have a seat"

I grab a plate and fill it with fruits and veggies and have a seat next to Peter.

He does nothing but looks at me funny

"Peter you wipe that smirk off your face before I kick your ass" I whisper to him

"Alright, Alright." He pauses, "Did you have fun?" he jokes

Ignoring him, I look away and pay my attention to Okoye, "We missed you last night. How was sparring with Attuma?"

She begins to shuffle in her seat a bit, "It was fine." she says, "How was everyone's night?" she asks successfully changing the subject

Weird

We all talk and laugh about last night's antics. It's been a while since Peter and I hung out with friends like this; actually, I suppose they're family now.

M'Baku speaks up, "Where's Nakia, Ross, and the Talokans?"

"Nakia and Ross left this morning," Shuri says, "I'm not sure about the others"

"Namor, Attuma, & Namora should be here soon; Namor just wanted to check in with them first."

"You saw Namor ?" Shuri asks

"Yea we ran into each other in the hallway on the way here." I try to convincingly say

"Hmm okay." Shuri

Oh god is she on to me?

I continue to eat my food and see bucky fuming in his seat.

Fuck he knows

Just when I thought the situation couldn't get worse, Namor walks in, "Hello everyone, may I join?"

"Of course. Come sit fish man." M'baku says

Namor nods and makes his way to the chair next to me and smiles making me blush a little.

"Where's my New bestie Namora?" Shuri asks

"And Attuma?" Okoye says, all of us looking at her with curiosity, "what? I'm just curious"

Oh my god they boned. NO WAY

"I sent them home to check on my people, I shall be joining soon."

My heart drops, just now realizing he has to go back home, this man has a whole kingdom to take care of. Seeing the sadness on my face Namor lays his hand on my leg and continues to speak, "Surely I shall be back soon"

"Good" Romanda speaks up, "I know our people started off on the wrong foot, and you did try to kill me.."

"And me" Riri interrupts

Romanda continues, "but we are now united, you are always welcome."

Namor bows his head, "thank you."

"Millaenyia I did the liberty of bringing you those books from our Library that we were talking about. They're there at the end of the table. The elders and I agree that you should keep them."

"Thank you, Queen Mother," I get up and make my way to the books. Some of them look like old spells books, the others diaries. When I pick one up I feel an intense energy hit me; I feel pain everywhere. My eyes roll back and I drop the book. My vision begins to disappear as I hear my friends scream for me rushing to my aid. Before I'm fully out I hear Peter calling my name on the verge of tears.

What's happening to me?

[inklessletter]

It's a love story (baby just say yes) Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“How’s university treating you, Buckley?” Eddie asked a little louder than usual, to get himself be heard over the pop music blasting in that freshmen party. Eddie offered her a very much illegal beer, and she accepted it with a cheeky grin.

It was the last weekend before Christmas break, where almost everyone came back home for the festivities. Of course, the break only lasted two weeks, and it was way less than an appropriate amount of time to actually throw a rager, but, hey, most people there were eighteen or nineteen. It’s not like they actually needed a reason to bring booze, and weed, and obnoxious music. 

Robin gave Steve the call a couple weeks before, and it only took Steve to mention it to Eddie for him to be on board. A weekend trip to Chicago to see Buckley and party surrounded by faceless people who actually were not worried about Munson being a mass murderer and also see again his favorite lesbian after months? Abso-fucking-lutely yes.

Well, truth be told, it’s not like he wasn’t going to see Robin just a week after that, she was going to be in Hawkins for Christmas and New Year’s Eve, but, come on, he wanted to visit. Plus, that would mean a four hour car ride with Steve, and there was no way he was going to refuse.

So everything in this plan was calling Eddie in, and after all the shit he’d been through, a selfish part of him actually thought that he deserved to have a little fun.

Sue him.

“Actually pretty good,” Robin said. She took a sip of beer, making an unfortunate grimace at the taste. “Classes are interesting, but some professors are shit , and I’ve met some people that are, um, how do I put this? More open minded, generally speaking, than in Hawkins, so. Yeah, I’m having a blast here.”

Robin granted him with a coy smile. Eddie took a second to appreciate her, she was stunning that night. She was wearing a lot of silvery jewelry, and a smudge and sparkly eyeliner made her eyes look impossibly large. She had a pink lock of hair now. Big worn out Doc Martens and purple plaid flannel over a cut off gray shirt tucked in belted and high-waist ripped jeans.

God, she looked beautiful (and not because of her very much flattering outfit, because she was wearing an attitude where she actually didn’t feel awkward in her own skin anymore), but he still couldn’t understand how it took him more than three months to realize that she was friends with Dorothy too.

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

Eddie bit his cheek and smiled, dimples showing. She was busy looking at her red solo cup. Too busy.

“Okay, Birdie, spill the tea.”

Robin looked at him, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m not—” Robin started, exasperated. “It’s not like—” 

Oh, wow. So, there was really something bothering her. She took a deep breath and then looked back at Eddie, soft expression.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“It doesn’t feel like nothing.”

Eddie thought for a second what he was going to say next.

“Look, I know I’m not your platonic soulmate, but if you want to talk about anything, you know I’m your humble servant, Ladybird,” Eddie said, with a compliant smile, hand in over his heart. “If you want your other half over here to spill your guts, I can go after him and drag his squeezy ass back here.”

Robin cackled at that.

“And if you don’t want to talk at all tonight, we can focus on how that hot punk girl over there has been checking you out for ever, now.”

Robin turned around and interchanged glances with her, who gave her a brief, suggestive smile. Robin bit her lip and looked at Eddie, hiding a smile.

“That’s Gwen, she’s in my philosophy class. She’s smoking hot , indeed,” Robin said.

Eddie looked at her with a wry face. He made a wordless gesture to go for it with her.

“We’ve already actually, um—”

Robin took a little bit too long sip of her nasty beer. Eddie smiled widely, and laughed.

“Oh, Buckley, look at you, you are such a menace now,” Eddie teased.

“Shut up, Munson. It was just one time.”

“So, you actually got to learn a thing or two from Steve, huh?” 

She slapped his arm, muting him to shut up again, but Eddie only laughed harder. She was going full red now.

“Oh, come on. It’s a good thing! Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. It was fun, but, can we just not—?”

“Okay, fine.”

Eddie raised his hands in surrender. 

Robin looked around, and then Eddie realized.

“You’re waiting for someone, aren’t you?”

Robin sighed and looked at him. 

“And here I thought that you were expecting to spend the night with us, your friends,” Eddie said, in a dramatic tone.

“I am. It’s just— Do you wanna dance?” she blurted out, fast. Robin was acting weirder than usual tonight, Eddie could tell.

“To Madonna ?” Then Eddie realized that Gwen was approaching. The clawing hand on his forearm and the panicked look on Robin’s eyes was enough for him to accept. 

He took her by the hand and guided her to the mass of sweating, smelling bodies, and not a word was said, when he spun her around and they started dancing.

Okay, there were some blank spaces in this narrative that Eddie didn’t have. Robin looked so confident just a minute ago, and then this Gwen punk appeared and she seemed to want to crawl out of her own skin again.

“Birdie, I don’t mean to pry but you’re fucking weird tonight. Do you need help or something?”

“Can’t we just dance?”

“Babe, the weird thing about you wanting to dance is that you can’t bet to not trip over your own feet while just standing . What’s wrong? Is this girl, is she bothering you or something?”

“No!”

Eddie cursed Steve in his mind. Where was he? He was supposed to go down to grab some drinks but that was forever ago. Whatever that was upsetting Robin, this was Steve’s field. Not that Eddie didn’t know how to comfort her, or that he wasn’t to be trusted, but it was clearly that she would feel more comfortable with him around.

Eddie grabbed Robin’s hand.

“I’m going to get Steve.”

“No, no, no!” She looked really panicked. Robin pursed her lips, stopped dancing and cursed under her breath. “Fuck, okay, come with me.”

Eddie followed her lead. She took him out of the dorm, and crossed the crowded hall to the stairs that went to the roof. The building roof was empty, except for some smokers. 

It was a quiet place.

Eddie observed Robin. He let her find the words and the strength to actually tell him whatever she needed to share. 

He didn’t pressure her.

Eventually, she turned to him, and took a deep breath.

“There’s something I need to tell Steve, but I’m not sure if our friendship will survive this bomb.”

Eddie was perplexed.

“What? Robin, what are you talking about? Steve will never break your friendship, he loves you.”

“He won’t once he finds out.”

Eddie frowned his eyebrows. He saw her sitting on the floor, and he sat in front of her without saying anything.

“You were right before, I am expecting someone to show up. I’m—shit, I’m kind of seeing someone. Well, not kind of. I’m seeing someone.”

“But Birdie, that’s great. Wait, is it that Gwen? That’s why you didn’t want to be seen with her before? Didn’t want Steve to find out before you could tell him?”

“What? No. This kind of has to do a lot with her but, no, Gwen and I—It was at the beginning of the semester, we started talking and she was nice. It kind of reminded me a little bit of you—”

“Gross.”

“—and it had been like three weeks, and I was missing you guys a lot, and I wasn’t making any friends, and she was just like me , and she’s so hot, god damn, and I didn’t know how it happened but we had sex—” Robin stopped to take a shaky breath in and calm herself. “And don’t get me wrong, it was so hot. I wanted it, okay? And—And she was so nice after. But then I felt like shit, like the day after, and I didn’t know why because I wanted it so bad . But maybe I made a mistake because I wasn’t ready. I—” Robin gulped and looked away. “I hadn’t even kissed anyone before her. I didn’t even tell Vickie I had a crush on her. I had my first kiss and my first time in the same night, and I was so confused the day after. So confused, Eddie. I wanted it. I really, really did, but I felt like shit. Like I was the worst.”

Eddie listened carefully, trying not to interrupt her, but he got himself drowned by the sinking feeling of the understanding.

“I believe that I was going through a lot. Everything was new, I didn’t feel like I had to really hide myself that much, because my family wasn’t around, so. I don’t know, it took me a while to understand that maybe I got overwhelmed, and I felt lonely and maybe I went all the way with Gwen because I just didn’t know what to do with this—this ball of feelings. I felt like shit because—because I know I had my first time for the wrong reasons, and that’s nothing to do with Gwen, because she was splendid before, during and after, believe me, but—” Robin gulped around a lump that was forming on her throat, so Eddie finished the sentence for her.

“You didn’t have feelings for her.”

Robin looked at her hands, slightly nodding. She was playing with a piece of paper that was lying around, destroying it mindlessly.

Eddie felt terrible after hearing that. He felt even worse because he had teased her a little bit about Gwen before. Well, his goddamn mouth.

When Robin didn’t speak for the following minute, Eddie intervened.

“Birdie, I’m so, so sorry that you went through that. You must have felt so lonely and confused. Are you okay now?”

Robin looked at him, and sighed.

“Yeah, I mean. I’d been feeling like shit for weeks until I figured it out, but. Yeah, I don’t know, Eddie,” she flexed her knees, bracing her own legs. “I just don’t think I was ready for it, that’s all.”

Eddie waited a little bit for her to continue, but when he understood she wasn’t going to, he asked:

“Why didn’t you call? You know, we miss you too, a lot . Steve mentions you at least once a day.”

“I was embarrassed.”

“Why? Robin, we wouldn’t have judged you at all! We support you no matter what, I think we could’ve even taken a trip earlier to see you if we knew you were going through this!”

“I know! I know. I shouldn’t have felt that way.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“No, I am. But I felt that way, and I really didn’t want anyone to tell me that, because I already knew. Besides, Steve and I have been talking about my doomed love life for like, ages, and—I just, I don’t know. I got some action and it got me spiraling and I didn’t want to face this conversation with Steve.”

Eddie was going to refute that rambling, but Robin continued.

“ I know ! What you’re going to say, believe me, I know. I should have been able to talk about this with him, and I feel bad that I didn’t, that I—that I called Nancy instead.”

Eddie felt where that was going before she kept speaking. He raised a hand, covering his mouth. His eyebrows frowned, and his eyes were fixed on a very uneasy Robin in front of him.

“I didn’t know Nancy knew about you.”

“That’s because she didn’t. I didn’t tell her before, but—but I called her, and she wasn’t far, and she came by. And we—I don’t know, she’s so sweet and so fearless,” she laughed a bit, her cheeks stained in red. “How is that possible, huh? She can be so frightening, point a gun to your head, but then she’ll do whatever in her hand to make you laugh? To make you feel… less lonely. Not a—not a big error .”

Robin then, after what it felt ages, gazed directly at Eddie, and god, whoever said the eyes were the windows to the soul was so damn right.

“Shit, Robin—”

“She was going to come tonight, too. We were going to tell Steve together.”

Eddie covered his face with his hands.

This was bad.

This was real bad.

Eddie knew for sure that Steve would be happy for them if they were happy together, but he knew Steve. He would be hurt, too, for more than one reason.

Not that long ago, Steve still had inconclusive feelings towards Nancy. They had history together. 

Robin, his soulmate, had kept a secret from him, and they shared everything. God, if Eddie knew something about these two is that their friendship hadn’t met any boundaries yet. And this time, Robin didn’t want to talk explicitly to him.

Also, Robin had decided to trust Eddie before Steve, too.

And, well, she apparently had feelings for his first love, so. There was that.

“I’m assuming correctly that what you and Nancy were going to tell Steve tonight is not that you had your first time with Gwen, right?”

Robin nodded, shortly.

“We’ve been—uh, we’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now.”

“I see,” Eddie said under his breath. But then he frowned and looked at her, “I’m sorry, this is not any of my business, but isn’t it too fast? I mean, the whole Gwen thing, and then you regretted it because you didn’t know what you were feeling, and all that jazz. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I mean, you two guys are friends, and I know that you know it’s overwhelming this first semester. Robs, are you sure about this? I really, really don’t want you to get hurt. Any of you.”

That included Steve, too.

“Eddie—I had feelings for her before. It’s not—it’s not a rushed thing. I think I’ve been feeling for her this way since—you know.”

“Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, I know.”

Eddie was happy for her. For them both. He really was, truly. But a part of his heart was with Steve, anticipating what was going to be a sad journey for him. He won’t hint how he was truly feeling to Robin or Nancy, but he knew that he would speak his soul to Eddie. And Robin knew Steve as well as Eddie did, now. 

And she knew that, too.

“Please, don’t tell any of this to Steve. Not before I do.”

Eddie closed his eyes. 

Fuck, he’s shit keeping secrets. 

“It’s not my place to say anything,” Eddie said, pained for having to keep yet another secret to Steve. 

Robin sighed, relieved.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“But please, if you plan to do it, do it soon. We all know that he deserves to know.”

Robin nodded. Then he offered her the hand, and she took it. He pulled her in for a hug, and whispered to her ear that he was thankful she trusted him, and that he was glad if she was happy now. 

Robin hugged him tighter.

“What about if we go back and look for Harrington? He’s either lost or looking for us.”

Robin nodded, and smiled.

“Yeah. I don’t know where he went.”

Robin and Eddie entered the stairs, passing by a few couples making out in the dark, when they both froze with the sight in front of them.

There, in the privacy of the indoor stairs there was another couple loudly kissing. Hard.

And one of them was Steve, trapped between the wall and the mouth of a six foot two tall, jacked, blond guy.

Two things happened at once.

1. Robin grabbed his arm and pulled Eddie back to the roof, shutting the door, making the sight of Steve devouring another man disappear behind it.

2. Eddie’s heart broke in a million pieces.

Robin dragged him fast to a quiet area, and put both hands on Eddie’s face, forcing him to look at her.

“Eddie, okay, shit. Okay. Eh—”

Robin was about to have a nervous breakdown.

“Listen, Eddie. I know that you’re a friend and to be trusted, but, what we just saw, it never happened, okay?”

“Robin—”

“No, no, I need you to listen. This? This is a dream,” Robin started waving her hands, looking at him straight in the eye. “This is a dream, whatever is happening in those stairs you just dreamed it , capisce ?”

“Jesus, Rob—”

“I’m fucking serious, Eddie,” she said, high pitched, making a few people to look in her direction. Her hands were trembling. She held Eddie’s face in place again. “Holy fucking shit—” she said under her breath, “holy fucking shit!”

Eddie felt like he was on autopilot. He held her arms, keeping her in place.

“It’s okay,” Eddie said, almost without a voice.

“Why are you not freaking out?”

“Because he told me, Robin. That he’s bi. I know he told you, too.”

Robin looked at him and her expression changed.

“I won’t rat him out, okay? It’s fine. It is fine.”

“Eddie—”

“We can stay here to give him—uhm—privacy, yeah? I bet he can’t do this in Haw—Hawkins. He’s entitled to have fun. It’s fine .”

He didn’t remember Robin’s hand were in his face until she started wiping his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Eddie, babe. You’re crying—”

“It’s fine.”

Now he could feel his heart clenching, and all the air being sucked out of the world. He could feel his face growing hotter, and wetter, and his own shoulders shaking almost violently.

Robin lifted her arms and hugged him close. It took him a second or two, but he hugged her back.

“He can’t know. Please, don’t tell him. Please .”

“Okay. Okay.”

She entangled her hands in his hair, and he hugged her tighter. He was shaking.

“ Please ,” Eddie said again.

He blinked a few times, trying to control his own breathing, his shaking, his body. 

Eddie let out a sigh and loosened the embrace, until they were not touching anymore. He was under Robin’s gaze, and it took him a bit to calm himself.

When he had enough self control, he spoke again.

“Do you recall the whole capisce speech you gave me? Same here. You never saw any of this. If you think you did, you dreamed it. None of this ever happened, okay?” Eddie said as calmly as he could, but his voice was in a strange forced pitch, and still a little bit shaky.

Robin nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

With a deep breath, Eddie leaned in the wall, facing the skyline of Chicago in the middle of the night. After a few minutes, Robin asked her since when he was feeling that way for Steve, and Eddie shrugged. He couldn’t pinpoint it, really. She joked about now understanding about his squeezy ass. 

He laughed a bit, but then he spoke, after a silence and a deep breath, because he was shit keeping his own secrets.

Eddie told her that he’d been feeling like this for Steve for quite a while now. That he didn’t expect them to become friends, that he thought Steve would stop spending time without him after the apocalypse. And then after he recovered. And then, after she and Nancy left for college and school started again.

That everytime he expected Steve to leave, he was surprised because he didn’t. That he noticed every little bit of Steve and he loved every quirk of him, that they became closer, and they trusted each other with their own deep secrets and family history.

That he made him laugh until he couldn’t breathe.

That Steve had become the best part of his day.

That he knew that Steve was still struggling with his own internalized homophobia since he sort of hinted that he felt that he had to fight against it.

That Eddie wanted to come clean, pour his heart into his, give him his everything, and that it would be a problem.

That Eddie knew that he had no future in Hawkins, that he had to leave sooner or later, and he wasn’t sure Steve would do such a thing.

Eddie didn’t want to risk what he had with Steve, even if at the end of the day was not enough . 

Eddie kept talking about how much in love he was, how heartbroken, until his voice even out, and two figures came into sight.

“Holy shit, where the hell were you? I’ve been looking for you for ages !” Steve said.

Eddie and Robin turned their heads to him. Then they shared a brief look. 

“Look who I found at the party!”

Nancy smiled at them and waved. She had a red cup in her hand, and, if Eddie didn’t know what he did know, he wouldn’t have noticed the look in Nancy’s eyes when she looked at Robin.

“Hi Nance! I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Well, my car broke down, and I tried to call, but no one would pick up.”

Robin and Eddie nodded. 

Nancy went next to Robin, and they both looked at the skyline, having a quiet conversation. Steve walked and leaned next to Eddie, also looking at the horizon. 

It was obvious that both Nancy and Steve had been drinking.

“I went for drinks and when I came back you and Robin were nowhere to be found. You were here all the time?”

Eddie looked at him. Steve was shamelessly looking back, dead in the eye.

“Yeah, we were here. Sorry we bailed, we didn’t know where you went, either.”

“It’s okay. It’s nice out here.”

Steve offered him his own drink, and Eddie took it with a smile. He took a sip.

The sight of Steve’s lips, pink and kiss swollen didn’t definitely feel like a dagger to his heart.

The soft sigh leaving Steve’s body, while he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder, looking at the infinity, didn’t definitely feel like dying .

“Did you have fun tonight?”

No.

“Yeah. Did you?”

Please, say no. Lie to me.

“It was meh. I missed you.”

“You did?”

Eddie’s voice was small and fragile, but Steve was drunk enough not to notice. He shouldn’t be looking for reassurance, but some needy part inside of him, needed to hear it, even if it was while he was under the influence of alcohol, and not everything that came out of his mouth was reliable.

“Yeah. You know I do. You make everything better.”

Eddie closed his eyes, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

“And what did you do up here?”

We shared some secrets that we’re keeping from you .

“Nothing, just—Nothing.”

“Hm,” Steve hummed. 

Eddie knew the signs. First, the leaning, then, the humming. He didn’t have to look to know that Steve’s eyes were closed.

Eddie lifted a hand to Steve’s hair, lacing his fingers in it. Steve let out a happy breath.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s perfect.”

The four of them eventually sat against the wall, and it took no more than ten minutes until Steve’s breathing even out, and he was fast asleep. How he could sleep anywhere was something that none of them fully understood.

Robin was looking at Eddie, he knew. But Eddie didn’t have it in his heart to look back at her.

He just kept stroking Steve’s hair for a while longer.

For as long as Steve let him do that.

For as long as the secrets don’t destroy him.

[maverickrojas]

It was becoming a common occurrence now, Maverick showing up at Rafferty’s bar whenever he felt sad and lonely, or found himself to be in a spot of bother. It wasn’t deliberate, as such, but twice now in just a week he’d sought comfort at the bottom of a glass. It just so happened that his bar of choosing also happened to be where Rafferty worked. 

Maverick hadn’t had any special plans in place for New Year’s Eve – he knew all the youngsters would be out celebrating, no doubt searching for a pretty pair of lips to meet their own, but that wasn’t really his scene. He loved getting to watch Wardo flourish, but he hated the idea of burdening the younger man with his presence, positive that his company at whatever party he and his friends would be attending would surely cramp his style. 

He had been planning to settle down in his apartment with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book, a mug of milk slowly warming, when the gentle whir of his microwave had come to an abrupt stop. Initially, he assumed that maybe it had been on its last legs, cheap as it was, but then the lights slowly followed, filling the place in darkness. Maverick had sighed, knowing the night was already a lost cause, and fumbled for his phone and pulled up the torch app – Marley had taught him how to do that! 

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for his landlord to cut off his power – the two had a somewhat tumultuous relationship. Which was to say; Maverick did as he was told, paid his bills on time (or as best he could) and never asked for anything, not even the basic maintenance that he was legally entitled to – and Jerry called him every name under the sun, the F slur being his choice favourite, and deprived him of basic lighting and central heating whenever he saw fit. 

All the same, nothing could be done for the night, so Maverick figured it was the Universe’s way of telling him to quit being such a bore and go out and have some fun! He knew the temperatures in his apartment tended to run cold, so he wouldn’t have much luck sitting around and wallowing in his own self-pity if it meant freezing to death, so’d he shrugged on a jacket, slipped on some boots, and decided to make his way to the bar instead. 

“My oh my, you sure do have the worst of luck, don’t ya?” Maverick teased, a warm smile on his face as he pulled up a stool across from Rafferty. “Always havin’ to put up with silly ol’ me over the holiday season!” 

As much as he hated to see that the other man was working on yet another busy holiday, he selfishly was pleased to see him there. If he had to spend his evening stuck in a bar, surrounded by drunkards who didn’t know their ass from their elbow, he was happy to know that he would be in good company. Rafferty wasn’t necessarily the most cheerful guy in New York, not by any means, but Maverick didn’t think that was any of his business. Everybody had their struggles, and whether or not they wanted to share them with other people was up to them. Maverick wouldn’t push, but he’d be as much of a friend to the other man as he could be, so long as he’d have him. 

“Still, better here than my apartment,” he laughed, keeping his tone light and jovial. He didn’t need to be burdening Rafferty with his own problems, not when the New Year was about welcoming new beginnings and a happier mindset. “At least y’all have central heating, huh?” 

He paused, brow furrowing as he shot a cursory glance over his shoulder, taking in the ramshackle pub that he currently resided in. 

“Well, I sure hope, anyway.” 

[unleashedgal]

okay, so I've been thinking about Natsuo being a husband who is so in love with you headcanons maybe?

I hope you're doing well <3

Hayyy!!! I'm doing okay I guess. I'll get there

This is a fun headcanon set! I'm excited!! I feel like I wrote this super fast. I'm a really small blog and only recently started writing, so tell me if this is okay?

Natsuo, oh Natsuo. He's so damn sweet, I can't even function thinking about him! Here we goooo

You and Natsuo met in college. He had his nose in his textbook, walking down the hall to his next class. More like speed walking, he was running a little on the late side. You were lucky enough to have a gap between your classes, so you were in the hall chatting with your friends.

Well, good job Natsuo, he ran right into you. Your back had been turned to him, so he smacked right into you from behind, and you almost fell face first into the floor!

He dropped his book, immediately realizing what he did, and in one motion, grabbed your arm. He pulled you against him, your back to his chest. He kept you from falling on the floor, but he fell for you in the process.

The moment your eyes met his, he was hooked. You jumped to pick his book up, apologizing at the same time he did. Natsuo's hand brushed yours, and his face went red.

"Ah! I'm so sorry... uh... what was your name?"

"Y/n" Natsuo hadn't stuttered since he was a kid, but found himself stuttering when asking to make it up to you with dinner that night. Of course you accepted, who wouldn't? Handsome, sweet, clearly very smart to have made it into the medical courses

Dinner was lovely, of course. He took you out to a nice restaurant and walked you home. He's such a gentleman!

You two were inseparable after this. Natsuo never missed an opportunity to sneak behind you and twirl you around, nibbling your ear the whole time.

Your love together bloomed and only got stronger as the years went on.

How did he propose? At his graduation of course! His family had been taking pictures of the two of you and he suddenly got on one knee

"Y/n? Will you complete my life, by being mine forever?"

Domestic life with Natsuo is always interesting. He still never missed an opportunity to pick you up and twirl you around.

Unfortunately, he didn't always think before doing so

Once you were cooking in the kitchen, he picked you up, and you dropped dinner everywhere.

You both fed each other takeout after cleaning up together.

Life with Natsuo usually includes him making an attempt to cook dinner for you. He wanted to help and give you a hot meal to come home to!

You came home to a charred kitchen, burnt food, and Natsuo nursing some pretty nasty burns on his hands.

Wait, how did scorched noodles get stuck on the ceiling?

You had to bandage his hands and order takeout again. You fed him because "I burned my hands, darling". Bullshit. His cheeky grin gave it away, he could definitely feed himself

Whoa! This got long! Actually, let's keep going!

Life with Natsuo includes frequent movie nights!

He loves to snuggle up with you on the couch and have popcorn while watching the movies you pick out. He doesn't always enjoy them, but he won't let that on. He loves you, and always manages to convince you he picked the last one. Spoiler alert: he didn't. He just loves to see you smile

Speaking of smiles, you've caught him staring at you on more than one occasion. Sometimes at your ass, but most often times at your face with a look of adoration. How could something so beautiful love him like you do?

Natsuo isn't quite sure what he did to deserve you. He's lost in thought one day, watching you go about your business. He had volunteered to wash the dishes as you cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and plated dinner.

You turned to him to tell him dinner was on the table

He had been washing the same glass for about twenty minutes, staring at you with his signature look of pure bliss. It took him a moment to realize you were looking at him too and it took him by suprise.

You laughed and threw your arms around his neck. Natsuo wrapped his soaking wet arms around your waist and kissed you tenderly, pulling you closer

He placed his forehead against yours and whispered to you

"How did I get so lucky, y/n?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Natsuo" and you kissed him again

Dinner was eventually forgotten and needed to be reheated and eaten later.

Again, let me know how I did! I tend to write super fast because I get so excited when I come up with ideas!

[luffythinker]

off to a start, remember my "Todoroki apparently talk to a sus person and they use their quirk on him, whatever the quirk is it's supposed to like make him blow up or something if he doesn't fall in love with the last person he interacted with so Todoroki is trying to make Bakugo fall in love with him but Bakugo doesn't believe this is even a real quirk going on."

here is what i've been working on gotta think on whats about to happen here.

000000000000000 my ugly boarder don't mind me

The feeling when you're just about to sit down and you have a plate of food and somebody calls you is exactly the way Bakugo feels right now except ten times fucking worse. You’re about to do the biggest thing in your life and somebody calls you up with a stupid ass question anyone in the world including a fucking toddler could answer like what the fuck man, c’mon! He drew his hot bath back at his apartment and everything too, damn.

And of fucking course it has to be on a saturday night mind you. Bakugo is dodging and weaving through high building tops with his quirk semi-along side Deku and Shoto, the Endeavor agency’s newest side-kick recruits —They weren’t in training anymore; they were real side-kicks. Until they can become real heroes with their own agencies you had to start small— Anyway they were on a solo mission to capture a villain who had been reported of doing something extremely questionable. This is all going down on a Saturday he repeats in his head, it isn’t too late the idea of going home is still not off the table.

“Run that by me one more Icyhot, tell me what your old man said about this villain’s quirk.” Katuski spoke to him while blasting by next to him with his quirk over buildings while Deku hopped like the fucking rabbit monkey he was also swinging on his black whip.

“He said his quirk apparently forces people to instantly fall in love or something?” His voice was neutral like it normally was; however he heard confusion in his dull tone.

“That sounds awful.” Deku said light teal lightning sparking off of his person when he moved.

For fucking real, this sounds like a joke. “This has to be a prank call.” He stewed.

There’s no way this could be a real call, cause if wasn’t Katuski is going to jail for murder tonight.

Honest to god it was, there were people on the scene of the crime cooing over each other like a bunch of fucking animals. A lady was rubbing a man’s shoulder trying to coax him to come with her or some shit and another lady pulling her friend or somethings arm trying to get her to come with her to do whatever nasty ass shit she had planned for them to do together.

“Well I'll be damned.” Bakugo placed his hands on his hips eyeing everything there was to see. Half n half talked to the police and Deku talked to the surrounding people.

“Did you see anyone run from the scene before you called the heroes?” Todoroki asked, lifting his hand in question.

“I asked the civilians who said they saw him run down the street there.” He points down the dark sidewalk where there are several buildings where somebody

hiii anon, sorry for taking a few days to reply, I'm trying to settle into a new routine so my schedule got a little messed up, but let's get it!!

omg right, I'm so glad you're back, this plot/scenario is so fun

Anon you write so well?? I also love how you capture Bakugo's pov while keeping him in character, huge props for that!!!

I love how Bakugo is so skeptical of the quirk even though nobody, especially not endeavor, has a reason to lie. If we dig deeper inside of him I think we could find out that it's because he doesn't believe love can be messed with like that, which will be really fun to tackle when he gets to actually realize his feelings for shoutodfkfjkcv

if you want to keep writing here please send me more, if you post somewhere pls send me where I could read it, cause I really am curious to see how these two might develop

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep9

God I hope either the OVA or Season 2 gives us more Cherry and Joe backstory cause fuck do they deserve it.

Cherry, honestly, you have extended your hand to Adam far too many times. Honestly, what has he done for you other than take? You try and give your friendship, you try and give a helping hand, you try and give love, and you try and offer a chance to be better, but he won’t take it. It’s not your job to fix him, and at this point it’s hurting you more than you realize.

I wish Sk8 was longer cause we deserved more serious beefs for Joe, Cherry, Miya, and Shadow. Really amp them up to show why their the top skaters of the place.

I’m gonna start walking around S with a shirt that says “Reki Defense Squad” and a bat.

Reki: “Hey, LANGA!” (Now everyone at S knows ya’ll are gay.) [Who am I kidding? S is just a gay club with skateboarding.]

So, fun fact, steel beams can weigh over 1,000lbs even if it’s a small beam. Since it was being held up by a crane we can assume that the beam that Joe kicked was at least 4,000lbs. Muscle-bound God of Skateboarding indeed.

Ooof, Cherry knew Joe lost even before the race finished.

Adam: I can hear them now, the ringing of wedding bells! You’re about to hear my foot going up your ass.

Joe taking over for Oliver again. At this point, Nanako’s gonna be paying child support.

Oh, Reki, baby. 😢😢😢

Not gonna lie, when I first watched Sk8, I actually put a little hope into Adam, watching him lose his voice after he pulled Cherry’s card. His little “Oh” had me thinking he actually had a soul for a hot second.

The one outcome Joe didn’t want coming true. God can you imagine, even if he won against Langa, he’d still have had to watch Adam and Cherry’s beef?!

Cherry: I’ve been waiting for this day. Adam: I didn’t want to compete against you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I do actually like that Joe can flirt with people he only probably expects a passionate one-night stand, or something of a short relationship from. But, when it’s someone he truly loves, he loses his voice and becomes flustered.

Adam: Hey, how long is this little skit of yours going to go on? It’s about time to start. Me: Aww, is someone jealous he gave up his only two friends and that they still find happiness in each other? Sounds like a you problem.

Joe: Be careful. He’s not the old Adam. Cherry: I don’t need you to tell me that. Oof the double meaning in that.

If you think Cherry not only dodging the Love Hug, but also skating a corner with his eyes closed isn’t cool only because Carla told him the angle, we can’t be friends and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.

Ya’ll ever noticed Cherry talks to himself a lot?

I have so many words I have to say about Adam v. Cherry. Like. Sooooo many.

I wonder if these are his classmates or just random dudes he found. Like 3/4 are actually kinda cute, even though the two on the right look like total snobs.

Now, I’m 100% gonna make a separate post about Adam & Cherry, but for now, aren’t the red tiles on the ground sorta posed likes wings?

You can physically see Joe’s last shred of hope for Adam shriveling up and dying. Joe can tolerate a lot of shit, but he 100% has a line and it’s name is Sakurayakishi Kaoru.

I need those fucking contacts.

Reki, no, come back and take this pin right this second. 🥺

No, Tadashi, Adam being like this is not your fault. You’ve just been groomed to believe that any wrongdoing he does is on your shoulders.

Adam: You’re so naive, Cherry. Me: Damn, it’s almost as if he cares about you.

I like the way that Sk8 shows that Cherry’s current feelings for Adam aren’t romantic. When he gets hit, the image that shatters isn’t the one of the two of them looking into each other’s eyes or when Adam calls them special. It’s the one of him with Adam and Joe. The one of them laughing and being happy, something that he wishes that they all could have again.

I’m so gonna make a post on Adam’s boring comment. Like, how can I not? He’s so full of shit it’s actually insane. Like, I’m sorry you’re not letting yourself have fun.

On another note, I’m also gonna make a post on why I think Kaoru can’t go into the zone. And it’s not because of the way he skates either.

So am I supposed to believe the hospital didn’t call the cops when Kaoru escaped?

Love how it’s implied Joe drank that entire bottle of wine. Like, can you imagine how worried he was, head injuries are no joke.

Joe, sweetie, you need to tell him.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Quick post on how my life is going because AHH I'm reeling

TL;DR: I have a crush on this one guy (maybe) and he has a crush on me but I'm not technically supposed to know so SHH

More details under the cut

Look, okay, I know what this sounds like yeahhhh I mean, I met this guy last summer in chemistry when I picked him to be my unknowing academic rival (muahaha he still doesn't know this because he actually kicked my ass at pchem and I don't want him to know that). And that was really only because we were both commuters and usually I got to class first but for some reason he started getting to class first instead so it was just a way to keep myself entertained for that expedited hell class (recall that I had to go on semi-hiatus for that shit oh god)

But see, day one of pchem, I made a study group discord. And, yes, 10 people came in (one of which, if you recall, is the nice guy (derogatory) from [this] post, but this isn't about him). So a couple of us met a few times already then, one day, another person sends a message to the discord asking where our study room is. Me, being me, stood outside to flag him over and... imagine my shock... my unknowing academic rival. That's how we met, I kinda kept trying to bring him into the conversation to make sure he didn't feel left out because I could tell he's kind of introverted (takes one to know one) and ngl he was kind hot and lowkey my type so like YUHHHH another thing to keep me more entertained.

Some things led to others, the study group got closer (to the point that we're all in a friend group now except for the nice guy (derogatory) we all blocked him after pchem LMAOO) and we still hang out often now. Basically, we all bonded over the shared trauma that was that red flag dude mixed with pchem lmfao.

So to summarize those paragraphs, I've been crushing on this dude for almost four months now lmfao to the point that I started questioning if I really wanted to date him or if I was just wanting to be in a relationship I don't even know AHHHHHH

Anyway, yesterday was my birthday. Deal changer. It turns out all of my friends planned a surprise party for me and, allegedly, my crush (who I will now refer to as J), was really active in planning it (well they all were but still). So we had the small surprise party, and he offered to drive me to my car (fun fact, my university's parking lots are a whopping 15-minute walk from the main campus). So, considering it was late, I accepted. Anyway, yada, yada, he gave me my gift, took me to my car, and was off! I didn't think too much of it because it's kind of a normal thing for the both of us to walk each other to our cars because we park in the same parking lot and leave campus. Then I went to kbbq with my family and go drunk off my ass on soju (eight shots, I'm so ashamed).

But here's where the fun starts.

I was drunk.

I opened his gift when I got home, and oh gosh it was a couple of things and AHHH all together they're actually kind of expensive? I'm going to be honest buying gifts is something that lowkey stresses me out so whenever people ask what I want I just tell them money because whatever they got me for my birthday I feel like I have to get of equal value (and yes I understand that sounds bad but still). But it was just really sweet and ever since then, lowkey, he's kind of spending a lot of money on me like my man, J, pls, I need to pay you back somehow. Y'all don't understand, he walks me to my car at night, we study together, hell, he buys me food sometimes, I gotta pay him back some how!

But, and there's been a development, yes, that's right, my friends, J now lends me his hoodies when I get cold. I've done it, lads, I've done it!!! Also, okay, okay, not to be that person but long time followers know that I'm 4'11 (short queen), this guy is a whole foot taller than me, I swim in his hoodie, I love it, I've been spoiled, I want to experience that again, send help pls, but yes, that's like the main run down of it, AHHHHHH ah I don't know what to do-

[screamxqueenx94]

Co-Captain/Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: I'm baaaaaaaack! After a few year hiatus, I'm back and ready to start the series again! I can't promise it'll be a consistent schedule of posting, however I will try to post things as soon as I can. I'm focusing in the rewrite fornbow and then I'll pick back up on my other series and maybe a few small/short fics. Hopefully you guys will still enjoy my writings after all this time of being gone!

Summary: After reconciling with Isaac, Charli plans to keep her promise to him. Will it affect her friendship with Stiles and Scott?

Pairings: Charli Vérszívó (OC) x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none

Bold=text messages; italics=inner thoughts

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We won. Because of Isaac we won. I'm happy for him, I really am, but I feel guilty. I feel guilty for abandoning my best friends to deal with this whole "Scott-being-a-werewolf-and-Stiles-being-missing" situation alone.

As I sit with Isaac, his arm resting over my shoulders as we sit in this diner called Tony's with the rest of the team, it's all I can think about. They're here, celebrating their victory, laughing and having fun. I definitely don't deserve to be here. Stiles could be in serious danger while I'm sitting here with one half of people I don't even know and the other half I don't even like besides Isaac.

I'm a terrible friend. God, I wouldn't blame the guys for hating me after this...

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I get home and look around for my dad, but all I find is a note on the kitchen counter that reads "out hunting, fridge was getting low. Love you, hope you had fun! Dad". I just sigh and trudge upstairs to shower.

I put on a camisole and some boxers and comb out my hair when my phone dings and I see that it's a text from Stiles telling me to open my window. I look over and see he already has his window up and waiting for me. I walk over to my window, open it and face him.

"You rang?" I ask.

"Where were you? I was worried about you!" He exclaimed. Quite loudly too.

"I was at Tommy's with Isaac. We were celebrating the team's victory."

Stiles has a baffled look on his face. He's quiet for a moment and then speaks up. "So you weren't even gonna stay and see what happened?"

I sigh and explain "I made a promise to Isaac–"

"Wait, I thought you and Isaac broke up?" He seems almost upset.

"No, we're back together." I assure him.

He looks at me with extremely confused eyes. "When the hell did that happen?"

"Today… during lunch– hang on, since when has my dating life become such a hot commodity in your life?" I ask a little too harshly.

"Look, this isn't what this is about, alright? The point is, I'm just glad you're okay and nothing happened to you." God I'm a bitch…

"What about you? Are you okay?" I ask, calmer this time.

"Yeah, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow."

"It's gonna have to wait until I get caught up with my chores and then I'm going shopping with Allison and Lydia." I inform him.

"Seriously?" Stiles groans.

"Hey, this supernatural stuff takes out a big chunk of my free time, so I had to start slacking on something! Believe me if it was school work, my dad would have my ass." I elaborate.

He shrugs and nods to show he understands.

"Well, hopefully it doesn't take you too long cuz Scott and I really need to get you caught up on last night, and believe me, you're gonna wanna hear this."

"Crazy stuff? Well, crazier than normal I mean?"

He looks at me without using his words to state the obvious. "That's an understatement."

"Eh, nothing surprises me anymore at this rate." I reply unimpressed, making him laugh.

We laugh together, then smile at each other. Sitting there for a while staring, until I clear my throat to break my silence.

"Well, I'm uh – I'm gonna get to bed. I'll probably see you tomorrow." I barely get out before shutting my window and getting ready for bed.

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I couldn't sleep a wink. All I could think about was how terrible of a friend I was last night, yet Stiles was more concerned with my own safety than the fact that I wasn't at the field when he got there.

I stayed up all night finishing the chores I started slacking on, even finished my history paper and my Spanish homework between loads of laundry and had everything done just as the sun was rising. I check my phone. 7a.m. already?

I quickly shower and change into a Nirvana shirt and black jeans. I notice the flannel that Stiles left here during our recent study session and tie it around my waist. My phone dings with a text from Allison, letting me know she's here. I grab my purse and start putting on my converse as I'm heading for the front door.

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Before we went to the mall, Allison stops by the Beacon Hills Preserve. She turns off the car and gets out while Lydia and I shoot each other a look and get out as well. As we step out, she's closing the trunk of her car with a big black duffle bag over her shoulder. She makes her towards the woods as Lydia and I follow her for what feels like forever.

“Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five-mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting.” Lydia breathlessly exclaims as she catches up closer to Allison.

“Before I forget, I wanted to ask you something.” Allison states matter-of-factly. I fall back a little bit because this was obviously a conversation between the two of them and have seemed to forget I was even here.

“Charli, I need you here as witness,” She adds. It's like she read my mind or something. “Jackson asked me to the winter formal.”

Did he?” Lydia asked nervously.

“Yeah. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first.” Allison…

“Sure. As long as it's just friends.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything.” There it is. Me telling her was definitely a bad idea…

“Uh… about that…” Lydia seems to not know what to say. Can't say I blame her, but doing that to someone who's supposed to be your friend is a new low for her.

I put my hands in my back pockets and keep walking, catching up with Allison, who finally finds a spot she's satisfied with. She puts the bag down and kneels down next to it, opening it and taking out a single brown archer glove. She then takes out an arrow and an oddly shaped arrowhead. Lydia and I stand off to the side and watch her put it together.

“What does that do?” Lydia asks.

“We're about to find out.” Allison replies without looking at us.

She stands up, lines the arrow up and bow up to point at her tree of target. She pulls back and releases it, sending the arrow speeding into a tree and causing a small explosion of fire to ignite with smoke and sparks, making all of us slightly jump. Lydia and I share a shocked, almost scared look. Allison seems surprised, not knowing what to expect. She lowers her bow and looks at the scene in front of her quizzically.

“What the hell was that?” Lydia asks.

“I don't know.” Allison answers, smirking.

“Well, that was fun. Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?” Lydia quizzes sarcastically.

“I enjoyed it.” I state, shrugging my shoulders with my arms crossed, warranting a smile from Allison.

Suddenly, we all hear a sound of crunching leaves and sticks off in the distance. Lydia is clearly nervous. We all look at each other then back towards where the sound came from.

“Hold this.” Allison pushes the bow into Lydia's arms.

“What? Why?”

“Because I thought I heard something.” Allison whispers as she removes her archer glove.

“So what if you heard something?”

“So I want to find out what that something is.” she continues to whisper. “Don't worry. It's probably nothing.” she continues as she starts heading in the direction towards the sound. Allison, I don't know if you watch as many horror movies as I do, but the ones who say that die immediately….

“Well what if that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?” Lydia panics. She makes a good point…

Allison stops for a second, “Shoot it.” then keeps walking.

Lydia whimpers, looking down at the arrow. I look between Lydia and Allison, then start jogging after Allison.

“Where are you going?” Lydia cries.

I turn around, picking up a big stick as I walk backwards towards Allison. “She's unarmed, she's gonna need help.” I answer as I turn back around and start jogging to catch up.

Just feet behind her, I can see her walking into the woods cautiously. I continue to follow her, stick in hand. It's an erie feeling, nothing but a crow cawing and fog building up.

Suddenly I hear more footsteps, as does Allison. She starts listening for the direction the footsteps are coming from, reaches into her jacket and shoots her taser. Oh she came PREPARED!

The taser hitting Scott right in the chest, sending electric pulses through his body. “Scott?” Allison calls out, concerned.

As he's convulsing, she runs over to him and follow, dropping the stick.

“Scott!” She calls again.

Through the convulsions, Scott Is able to get out, “Trigger finger!”

“Oh, God, oh, God!” She quickly let's go, stopping the taser and gets down to his level. “I'm so,so, so, so sorry.”

“No, it's my fault. Totally my fault.” Scott assures with a crack in his voice.

I stand next to a kneeling Allison, right by Scott's head. “Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

He waves his hand towards me to signal that he's okay. “Yeah. I'm fine.”

“I didn't know it was you. If I have known it was you…” Allison states very quickly, tripping over her words towards the end.

“Still would pulled the trigger?” Scott jokes.

“No of course not! Seriously, I'm so sorry.” She assures, pulling the probes out of his chest, making him groan.

“Are you sure you're okay?” I ask.

He starts sitting up, looking at Allison. “Yeah, I think so.” Propping himself up on his elbows.

“What were you doing here anyway? Were you following us?” She asks.

“No. Not at all. Your dad told me you run this trail sometimes. I was hoping to catch you alone.” When you put it that way, it's kinda creepy, Scott…

“By following me?” She insists, smiling.

“Well, yeah.”

“What for?”

I sit down on the hill next to us as Scott reaches in his pocket, “I found this at school.” showing her the necklace her aunt gave her. She gasps.

I look down at the ground and become preoccupied with a ridiculously large leaf. trying to not listen in on anymore since I've clearly become the third wheel.

“Thank God! I was beginning to think it was stolen!” She relieves. Hmmmmm… I've never seen a leaf this big before! Yep, only thinking about this big ol’ leaf…

“No. No, just lost. Definitely not stolen by anyone.” What an interesting leaf! Definitely not thinking about how terrible of a liar Scott is… just the big leaf! Yes siry Bob!

Allison laughs. “Well, thank you for finding it. And for bringing it.” She pushes some of hair behind her ear, smiling at him.

“You don't think I'm a total stalker now, do you?” Oh absolutely, but that's the least of your problems…

She scrunches up her face playfully. “Hmmm, no. I just think you're weird. Like you always are.” They smile at each other.

He sits up straight and she hugs him. He holds her lovingly and they hug for a good while, still forgetting I'm even there. I clear my throat and Allison quickly let's go of him. She picks up her taser and removes the cords and heads off back towards Lydia. I quickly get, still holding the big leaf and jog to catch up to her. She discreetly looks back towards him as I catch up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder as we keep walking. I shoot Scott a sympathetic look as I walk with Allison.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She looks at me with a sad smile and nods. She's lying…

“No you're not. You miss him.”

She sighs and looks forward. “ I don't know what to do. I miss him like crazy…” she trail off.

“But?” I inquire.

“But I still don't know if I can trust him.” She adds.

I just nod understandingly. “Is it that you don't trust him, or you feel like he's not telling you everything?” I add.

She shrugs. “I guess it's more of the second part.” I nod again.

“Is there anything you can tell me?” She asks, desperation in her voice. Don't panic! You don't have to lie, just leave out information…

“I know he's a caring person who worries too much sometimes and sometimes makes dumb choices because he's not always using his brain to make decisions, but rather his heart.”

She puts the taser back in her jacket, then puts her hands in her pockets as we walk. “I also know he's head over heels for you and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.” I add, getting a smile from her.

We stay quiet for a moment, then I add, “You don't have to listen to me, but I'd at least talk to him. Tell him what you're thinking and feeling. I know he'll understand, and if you decide it's over between you guys, then at least you guys can get the closure you need.”

She just nods, understanding what I'm saying. “But, what do I know? I've literally only ever had one boyfriend.” I joke, making both of us chuckle.

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As I'm sitting in my room, going through the bags, I text Allison to see how talking with Scott is going. I click on her contact name Alicat. Clicking on her picture of us smiling and doing peace signs.

Charli: So? Did u guys talk?

Alicat: We started, but he had 2 go. Asked me 2 stay till he came back

I sigh in exasperation. Jesus fucking Christ, Scott…

Charli: keep me posted! I'll talk 2 him if I need 2!

Alicat: thnx babes!

I toss my phone on my bed and start putting the clothes away that I just bought.

It just hits me how quiet it is tonight. No Stiles frantically calling me to help him and Scott. No Lydia blowing up my phone with texts about her break up with Jackson or about shopping again. No Scott or Allison calling either. No Isaac. Not even Derek staring into my window menacingly. It feels so foreign and weird. I hate it. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish something would happen….

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