#cried. sniffled. smiled. Laughed. blushed a little even

[serenadeofsunshine]

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[lowkeyerror]

The Family Business Ch.5

WandaNat x Reader

Work Count: 1.2k

Chapter Notes: Angst, Violence

Summary: The guilt Wanda feels for missing your important milestones boils over and you're left trying to comfort her.

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Dinner was over, but the chatter continued. Wanda had snuck off to the restroom somewhere amidst the conversation. Once she had finished up, she couldn’t fight the urge to go into her old room.

It was exactly the same as she left it. The light blue walls were littered with her old posters. Her bed still had a few old stuffed animals on it. Her desk was covered with post it notes, she used for keeping track of her important things.

Had she grown more than she had realized in the last five years? Was it selfish to assume that you wouldn't have?

“Something’s bothering you.”

Wanda startles at the sound of your voice. You stand in her doorway.

“Nothing, Y/n.”

You don't believe her.

You close the door behind you and fully step into her room. “You were quiet the entire dinner.”

“I was thinking,” she replied shortly.

“About what?”

She takes a seat on her bed and exhales, “A lot has changed since I’ve been away.”

You take a seat next to her, “You were gone for awhile.”

Her eyes meet yours, “I didn’t want to be. I didn't want to miss everything.”

She began to tear up. You hadn’t seen Wanda like this before. Wanda never let anyone see her be vulnerable. Her head rests on your shoulder, and she grabs one of your hands, seeking some comfort.

“Wanda it’s alright,” you try but she cuts you off.

“It’s not, I missed your graduation,” she began to sob.

You begin to internally panic, but you have enough sense to know that this is about more than your graduation. Your arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to you. She ends up straddling your lap. Her forehead lays against yours. You do your best to wipe her tears away.

“Forgive me, Y/n. Forgive me,” her cries grow louder.

Hesitantly you grab her face in your hands. Through the tears she sees the look of worry on your face. Wanda starts wiping at the tears with her sleeves.

You stop her, “There’s nothing that you missed that I can’t tell you about now. No one blames you for missing anything. I don’t blame you. I’m just happy you’re back.”

Wanda stops crying. She sniffles a bit with a sad smile on her face, “I remember that night when you came to the door.”

Your breath hitches. Her thumb follows the path on your check where the glass had cut you.

“You were so-”

“Helpless,” you finish.

Wanda shakes her head, “You are so strong. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it to the door.  I was going to say you were so pure. The world was so cruel even though you were nothing but a light.”

“Wanda-”

“Now, I’m hearing from everyone how you’re not like that anymore, that you’ve changed. I hate having to find out about you because I should know. My wife knows about how many people you’ve killed, and I didn’t even know you had fired a gun. I hate that it feels like I don’t know you anymore.”

You were taken aback by her words. Even with her being away for 5 years, you felt like she knew you better than anyone; even Pietro. Wanda had such a deep understanding of your inner workings that it scared you a lot of the time.

It took little effort to interlock your fingers with hers. You wait for her to look at you and when she does you speak, “You know me better than anyone ever has.”

“I used to,” she tries to drop your hands.

You don’t let her, “I can’t say that I haven’t changed at all, but I’m still me Wanda. I still watch reality tv as a guilty pleasure, I still eat my cheese puffs with a fork, and I still get a little antsy in the dark.”

She laughs a bit, and the sound brings a smile to your lips.  Your nerves ease as she seems to relax.

“You’re still my little krolik then?”

You blush a little but move her off your lap. You stand and hold out your hand. She doesn’t grab it, instead turning her back towards you.

You roll your eyes, “I’ll always be your little krolik. Now can we go back downstairs.”

Wanda hesitates, “Would you tell me what you told Natasha?”

“About my first kill?”

She nods lightly, “If it’s alright with you.”

You nod and sit at the desk chair across from the bed. It’s not much easier telling Wanda than it was telling Natasha. If anything, it was harder knowing how the woman had reacted in the past when you had been hurt.

“I should’ve known about this,” she’s seething, as she speaks.

“You had just lef-”

“I don’t care if the plane was mid fucking flight! I would’ve turned that bitch around!”

Before you could try to de-escalate the situation Pietro came into the room. “Is everything alright in here, you’ve been up here for a long time?”

Wanda jumps out of the bed and grabs the man by his collar. She nearly lifts him in the air, then beats on his chest. She’s moved him from the room to the hallway., You’re too stunned to intervene.

“WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME? NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME? SOME JERK FELT HER UP AND SHE SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME?”

Pietro remains calm, his hands rest on top of hers “Wanda it was nearly 5 years ago.”

“So why is this the first time I'm hearing of it?”  The drop in her voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Wanda put him down,” Dragos voice booms in the hallway.

She let Pietro go and instead redirects her glare to her father, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I knew you'd react like this. You’ve always been able to handle your emotions unless Y/n was involved,” his words only seem to anger her more.

“I’m the one that can't handle my emotions when it comes to Y/n? Are we sure about that? Because if you want to play ball I will swing for the fucking fences,” she combats quickly.

You watch as the color drains from Pietro’s face and even Dragos seems to stand down a bit.

“Wanda.” Natasha’s voice is strong as she speaks, “Let’s go, ok? I think everyone just needs a little space right now.”

Wanda doesn't seem like she’s done with the conversation.

“Y/n, sweetheart I think they're staying in your building. Why don't you take them there,” Flora suggests.

You nod, unable to speak at the moment.  You can see Wanda about to argue again so you slip your hand in hers. You don’t waste time pulling her towards the stairs. Natasha holds her other hand, clearing some of the tension from her system.

You get in the drivers seat while Natasha sits in the back with Wanda. Your brain was slightly clouded as her words sat with you.  Wanda knew something that made Pietro and Dragos cower in regard to you. You wanted to press on, but you knew she was in no shape to answer.

 Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, you could see that Natasha was whispering to her, trying to calm her. You’d never known Wanda to have a temper, but apparently, when it came to you her rage seemed unrelenting.

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[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 15: Creature Fear

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter

Natasha opened the door with a look of surprise. Someone was holding a bouquet of flowers, a present, and balloons. She couldn’t even see who it was. Until you popped your head through the balloons.

“Y/N?” She beamed laughing.

“Happy birthday Nat.” You smiled widely.

Natasha couldn’t wait for you to even step inside she jumped in your arms. Presents falling to the floor with petals falling around you. You chuckled holding her up as her legs wrapped around you. Stepping inside you shut the door, kicking the presents aside.

“I wasn’t sure you’d make it.” She mumbled against your neck.

“I promised you, and I didn’t want to break another promise with you. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me too of course.” 

Natasha kissed you softly letting her fingers run through your hair before pulling away. “I missed you like crazy.”

“I missed you too. You wanna-“

“Yes.” She nodded, kissing you again only for you to break the kiss.

“I was gonna say open your presents, but that sounds amazing.” You chuckled walking over to the sofa, setting her down.

She blushed, nodding as she cleared her throat crossing her legs. You handed her a bouquet of carefully picked out flowers.

“Y/N, these are so beautiful. I love them, thank you.” She bites her lip, blushing a little as she studies the flowers. 

You bring the present to the coffee table sitting next to her as she smells her flowers. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, I just needed you.” She mumbles against your shoulder.

“It’s your birthday, Natalia, it should be celebrated.” You say softly placing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re the sweetest.” She sighs, pecking your lips.

“So why don’t you open your first couple gifts of the day.”

“First couple gifts?” She smiles, biting her lip. “Y/N you really-“

“Stopppp come on.” You say as Leho leaps on the table to see what chaos you brought.

She smirked seeing you look nervous as she opens the first gift only to find a large envelope. Natasha furrows her brows at you before opening it. She gasps as she reads the title of legal documents, and the notary of the republic’s stamp.

“You’re…. Divorced… She actually signed them?”

“She didn’t really have a choice.”

“Oh my God. Y/N how? I thought it was going to take months!?”

“Well I finally listened to you spoke to my parents. With their help and Tony’s I counter sued for everything she did to me. The couples therapist Agatha turned in her notes to the judge which also helped immensely. The Fabrays hate a bad image and caved immediately especially when they knew I could squash them like a bug.”

Natasha tackled you in a hug.

“I promised you it would happen. I promised you, Nat.”

“I know you did.” She nodded, wiping her tears as you brought her in a kiss.

“I wanna be with you.” You say softly.

“You’ve had me Y/N.” She cried, wrapping her arms around you snuggling into your side. “How… How are the kids taking this?”

“Finley doesn’t really understand but she loves you so, I know she won’t be too put off. Beth on the other hand is upset. She doesn’t understand. She probably won’t until she’s older, and that’s okay. She refuses to speak to me right now. The moment we sat her down to discuss the divorce she pushed me out, and said she never wants to see me again.”

“Baby.” Natasha cried holding your hand. “Baby she doesn’t mean it.”

“I know.” You sniffled feeling Natasha wipe your tears. “She loves her mom very much. I can't be the one to tarnish that image. When she cools down I’ll talk to her again.”

“Beth loves you Y/N so much. I know she does, you know she does. You’re right she just needs some time divorce is not easy on a 12 year old. Are they home?”

“Beth is at school and I think Quinn is at her sisters with Fin. She said she didn’t want to see me here.”

“So she knows?”

“Ohhhh yeah she knows I’m with you.” You nod.

“Is she mad? Like burn down my house mad?”

“No actually, just like she’s finally let me go. I think her seeing our old friends really helped knock some sense into her as well. Plus as much as I hate to say it Rachel is kind of helping her move on.”

“So she’s more so upset with herself and her actions?”

“That’s what I got from it in court, but I thought maybe it was a ruse. Anyway, enough about my ex wife and open your next present.”

You handed Natasha a wrapped gift. She looked up, raising her brow looking down at the Christmas themed paper and bow. “You wrapped this?” 

“Of course! I’m a black belt at gift wrapping.” You grinned.

She giggled while opening the gift only to see a Fisherman’s sweater. “Ohhh I love it.” She says holding it up seeing something fall out of the sweater she frowns grabbing it before Leho can get it.

The scenic view of the East coast of Maine

“I thought since you’re taking a break right now maybe you and I can take a road trip all the way to Maine? Or we can just-“

Natasha tackles you in a hug “I love it.” 

“Are you sure? Cause it’s cold and if you’d rather just go somewhere more tropical I can still change it.”

“Nope, I’ve never been upstate. I think that’s a great idea.”

“Alright I guess pack for a week and then get dressed for brunch cause Wanda is currently making you a fabulous brunch for your birthday right about now.”

“Oh my gosh!” Natasha stood up running up the stairs packing for the winter vacation.

You chuckled looking down at Leho “Don’t worry I won’t make you join us in the car ride Yelena is going to stay here and take care of you.” The black cat purred and hopped up on your lap. “Yeah I figured you weren’t the car riding type.”

You stood up making your way up the staircase leaning against Natasha’s doorway when you notice something you thought you lost.

“Is that my hoodie?” You gasped “and my jacket!? I thought I lost them!”

“No, don't look!” Natasha groaned.

“You little thief!” You chuckled.

“They smelled like you.” She smiled, holding them up to her nose. 

You brought her in your arms pecking her lips. “I’ll be sure to rotate them so you always have something that smells like me then.” You lifted it to your nose, closing your eyes and smiled. “Now it smells like you.”

“So sweet.” She muttered before kissing you once more. She turned in your arms as she continued her packing.

You moved her hair to the side and left small kisses from her shoulder to her neck.

“Hmm, I missed you.” She sighed.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” You held her from behind burying your nose in her hair.

“I think I have an idea.” Natasha’s fingers ran through your hair, her body arching into you. 

Nat lifted her phone showing you a video that Mike sent her.

“Dude what are you doing?” Mike giggled using his video to see what you were looking at. “Is that Natasha?”

“Maybe.” You purse your lips coyly slightly drunk. 

“Why are you looking at her picture? You weirdo.” Santana cackled.

“I miss her.” You shrugged.

“Aww!” Kurt frowns, hugging your head. “Me too!”

“Oh my God! You’re such a simp. This is your boo Natasha. Out here cryin’ in da club.” 

You all started cackling before the video came to an end.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shook your head.

“I thought it was sweet.” She smiled, turning in your arms. You widen your stance so you can be at eye level. “Don’t be embarrassed baby, I'm your woman.”

“My woman, I love the sound of that.” You grin, smooching her lip feeling her hands massage your shoulders.

“Anything else you need to show me or tell me about?” You chuckled.

“No.” She smirked looking away.

“You sure?” 

“I may have also seen you guys sing Don’t Stop Believing and some of your friends dm’ed me that they’re happy for us. That’s all. Again! I thought it was sweet.” The redhead beauty smiled, pecking your lips before smacking your ass and making her way to the bathroom. 

“Hm.” You grunted.

She began grabbing her toiletries in a bag she looked over seeing you laying down feet off the bed. Your arms wrapped around her pillow, eyes closed for a brief moment while she packs. She smiles looking at you she’s wanted you for so long now, and it’s finally happening.

You mentally went through the checklist again. The cooler is packed with snacks and drinks. You have the snow chains on already extra in the back just in case. Your suitcase is packed, the rest of the presents are in the back, blankets, pillows, some extra wood, alcohol and mixers, champagne, some groceries in an extra cooler, and Tony’s keys to his cabin.

You could hear her walking around quietly as she packs up her suitcase when you felt some weight on your legs.

“Okay! I’m ready!” She sang she lifted up on her knees as you flipped over.

“Hmmm okay baby.” You yawned while stretching.

Natasha straddled you and you let your hand lightly rub her thick thighs. She leaned down kissing you softly inhaling you as she broke the kiss.

“We… don’t have any extra time… do we?”

“We…” you looked at your watch. “Do not.” You sigh.

“But it’s my birthday.” She sticks her bottom lip out with a frown dry humping you. “I can be a little late.”

You groan feeling her lips suck on your sweet spot and rub against your other sweet spot.

“You and I both know we’re not gonna wanna go just one round. Besides, I don't really want our first time as a couple to be a quickie.” You chuckle, slapping her ass. “Come on birthday girl. 

She whines getting off of you and you grin standing up taking her bags. 

“What about Leho?” She said sadly while picking up her baby.

“Yelena is going to take care of her and the house.” You muttered the last part.

“Oh God okay just let me write out something real quick, and put the flowers in a vase.”

“Alright I’ll put these in the truck.”

Natasha wrote out a quick message asking her sister to water the plants, the new flowers you just gave her, and what times to feed Leho. She even gave her some money for food just in case.

Natasha walked out seeing a cover over your truck bed. “Since when have you had that?”

“Oh it came with it, I just never had a chance to use it.” You chuckled. “Are those your balloons?” You chuckled.

“I just got them, it's bad enough I have to leave my flowers.”

You grinned walking over taking them from her and walking over to Wanda’s. You knocked and she told you both to come in from the Stark bell. You open the door letting her through first hearing all her friends say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Oh my gosh you guys!” Natasha smiled seeing all of her friends.

Wanda ran over bringing her in a big hug. “Ohhh I love you, happy birthday!” She cooed.

“Happy birthday!” Pietro smiled, giving her a hug as well. “Just so you know my gift is me getting up early to help Wanda.” His older sister smacked him and Natasha laughed. “Hey what’s up Y/N.” He smiled, giving you a hug.

Wanda led you both towards the end of the table giving Natasha a tiara, her breakfast plate and a mimosa.

Breakfast went on and then the gifts began.

“This is from me and Buck. Happy birthday Nat we love you.” Steve smiled with Bucky's arm around him.

“Oh wow thank you guys!” Natasha looks down at the brand new Glock and set of bullets. 

“That’s the new G29 it’s beautiful.” Steve explains.

“Oh my God.” Vis gasps lowly he hates guns. Wanda takes his hand. Natasha closes the case and thanks Steve and Bucky before you take it and safely set it aside.

“Jeez.” You hear Tony mutter as he drinks his mimosa.

“Happy birthday love.” Laura smiles with Clint grinning behind her.

It was a framed photo of Natasha and you with all the kids at the fair. Along with a little Hawaiian statue.

“Thank you Laura.” Natasha smiled showing you the picture. You smiled looking at her. “It’s sweet, I'll make sure to put it up before we leave.”

“Just make sure to keep the statue with you.” Clint cackled.

“Oh Clint.” Laura smacked him.

“What is this?”

“We got it during our trip to Hawaii. It’s a fertility statue.”

“It fucking works.” Clint raised his brows looking at the two of you.

You and Natasha chuckle a bit.

“I’m serious we were having some trouble with Nate and well that little fucker helped. So when you’re ready just make sure he’s around for the action.”

You chuckled turning red scratching the back of your neck.

“Those Hawaiians, dude they know they’re shit.” Clint punched your arm. “I know you’ve got a couple so be sure to wrap it before you tap it from now on it’s like magic.”

“Clint for the love of God.” Laura whined.

Natasha placed the frame and statue in her purse before the next guest came over. You took her hand rubbing circles on her palm.

“You okay?” You ask near her ear.

“I just need to go to the bathroom right quick.” She nods and pecks your hand.

You look at her slightly worried before looking towards Wanda. “I should-“

“Go.” She nods.

You stand and rush upstairs.

“Damn it Clint I told you not to put that in there.” Laura groaned covering her face.

“What? What’s wrong-“

“Nat, can’t have children.” She said in his ear.

“Fuck.” 

You reach the master bath and knock softly. “Baby?”

The door swings open and she pulls you in a kiss.

“Whoa.” You manage to say as she hums in your mouth. “Honey?”

“I need you Y/N.” She husks. “I need you so bad and we don’t have much time.” 

“Nat, I think you might not be dealing with this the right way. Just take a breather-“

“Y/N please.” She whines against your lips, her hands on your belt. “Please baby I need you so badly right now. It won’t take much. I know this isn’t what you had in mind for our first time as a couple to be in Wanda’s bathroom, but please! I need you inside of me.” 

“Talia, my love please just take a second.”

“Love?” Natasha freezes.

“This wasn’t how I was going to tell you.” You squeezed your eyes shut. 

“You love me?” She asks in surprise.

“So much. I’ve been wanting to say those words for a while now.” You chuckle, bringing her against you.

“I’ve longed to hear those words from you.” She whispered.

“I just wanted to wait until it was finally over. Until I had it in writing for you.”

“I know my love.” She whispers, kissing you softly. 

“I hope I was worth the wait.”

“You are always worth it. I love you so much.” She smiles, laying her forehead against yours.

You pull her into a hug just as she begins to cry.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. I felt so sad and then you came up to take care of me and I’ve just never had that before-“ she started to tear up.

“It’s okay you’re allowed to feels things. Clint hit a sore spot.”

“I missed you so much Y/N.” She sniffled as you wiped away her tears.

“I missed you too, baby. I missed all of you. I missed your laugh, your smile, the way your voice gets gravely when you're sleepy or just woke up, your cooking, your kisses. Your beautiful body. The way I feel when I’m inside of you and the noises I bring out of you. I’m so in love with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Yelena tried making me watch a ton of other shows. Wanda included. I would find myself thinking of you or if you’d call me. Or even text. I was always checking my phone.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out enough.”

“You did better after I told you. We just have to communicate better.”

“We will.” You nod.

“We should go back out there.” She says softly caressing your cheek. 

“Okay.” You stand up from your crouched position and help her off the toilet seat. She fixes your hair and takes the lipstick off your face.

“Lovely.” She nods.

“Stop, you're making me blush.”

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You both come back down and no one makes a comment, they just continue on like nothing happened.

“You okay?” Wanda asks in Russian.

Natasha nods happily. “Oni skazali mne, chto lyubyat menya.” (They told me that they love me.)

“Finally!” Wanda sighed in relief.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully.

You lean over to Tony when you notice everyone giving you the wink. “So I take it, everyone knows my plan for the cabin?”

“Yup.” Tony nods.

“Got it. So who told?”

“Who do you think?”

You scanned the table. “Scott told Louis?”

“Of course he did.” Tony huffed.

“As long as Nat doesn’t hear about it.”

“She won’t, don’t worry. You got the papers?”

“Yup showed Nat before coming over here.”

“Pepper, give you the keys?”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright.” Tony chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. You got this kid.”

You nodded with a grin before looking over at Natasha who looked down at her gift. It was an ant farm that Scott gave her. 

“I said grab an Aunty Anne’s gift card because she loves they’re pretzels. Why would she want an ant farm Scott?”

“I don’t know why would she want a gift card to Aunty Anne’s?” He huffed. “Besides, ants are way cooler!”

“It’s okay, this is pretty cool, thank you.” Natasha smiled nodding she’ll just give it to Finley.

“Hey Scott.” You smiled right before nut punching him.

“Oh fuck.” Scott gasped nearly toppling to the floor.

“Y/N?!” Natasha scolded you.

“It’s just this game we play at work. Right Scotty? This game about not telling Louis certain things.”

“Yup.” He smiled through the pain waving Natasha off. Steve and Bucky cringed.

“Kind of what he gets; what a big mouth.” Bucky muttered.

“I fucking told you not to tell Louis.” Hope whispered harshly.

“I know.” He gasped as she helped him over to his chair.

“I’ll get you some ice.” Vis nods standing up.

“Thank you.” Scott groaned.

Natasha glared at you once more and you shrugged it off. “He lost the game. I don't know what to tell ya.”

“That was hilarious.” Clint chuckled while getting another mimosa as Thor fell out of his chair laughing. 

“You know you deserved that shit right?.” Val snickered looking at Scott.

“Come on babe get up.” Jane said to Thor who had tears in his eyes from laughter.

“Happy birthday Natasha!” They said together, handing her a tiny gift bag. Thor was still snickering to himself.

“Oh thank you so much!” It was a gift card to Lululemon. 

Soon Val and Carol were up.

“I would say happy birthday but I think this one is a little more for my mate Y/N over here.” Val snickered, winking at you and Carol rolled her eyes.

Natasha ripped open the paper and the white box to find a set of sexy lingerie. The redhead opted out of showing everyone and kept it in the box she didn’t even show you instead she thanked them with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Carol leaned down and whispered in her ear. You wondered what it was because her eyes widened and Carol giggled before taking Val’s hand and taking their seats.

“You alright?” You asked.

“Hmhm.” She nodded, taking a gulp of her drink.

“For Pepper and Tony’s gift they’re letting us stay in their Cabin.” 

“Oh thank you.” Natasha said towards Pepper and Tony.

“Of course but we also got you this.” Pepper handed Natasha a bottle of wine. “It’s one of my all time favorites. I think you’ll like it.”

“It also gets her going if you know what I mean.” Tony mutters lowly toward you.

You chuckled while taking a sip of your drink. 

Soon it’s nearly 2 pm and now you’re way off schedule.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Wanda says softly as you help her clean up.

“Do not apologize Wands. It’s okay, seriously we can make a pit stop at a hotel. It's not that bad plus I wanted us to take our time getting up to Maine.”

“Still you had the whole day planned.” She said sadly.

“The plan can still go on tomorrow.” You smile.

“Okay I am ready.” Natasha smiled lazily, still a bit buzzed from all the mimosas.

“Go on. I’ve got it from here.”

You grab the presents and Natasha insists on giving the ant farm to Finley so you leave it on the front door with a note and leave the framed photo of the fair in Nat’s home before she says farewell to Yelena.

“Happy birthday Cestra.” She smiles at her drunk sister then at you before handing her a little gift.

“What’s this?” Natasha frowns seeing a check.

“I wanna help pay you back for the clock tower.”

“Lena-“

“No buts plus I figured maybe it’ll help bring our parents back from Russian? I know you had to use that money to send me to school and bring me here and fix the tower so… yeah.”

“Aww.” Natasha cried, bringing Yelena in a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go.” Yelena wipes her eyes smiling at you. “Take care of my sister. She’s precious cargo.”

“With my life.” You smile helping Natasha walk to the truck. “You wanna lay down in the back? I can make a bed.”

“Not unless you’re gonna lay down with me.” Natasha mumbles hopping in the truck.

You chuckle before shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat. You both wave to Yelena before driving away.

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When you’re finally out of New York Natasha notices how beautiful the mountains look.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“It is really cold, but smell the air.” You slow down a bit and roll down the window.

She breathes the air in smiling as she closes her eyes. “Wow, it smells so good!” . 

You slow down pulling over seeing a maple candy stand.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a maple candy stand. I’m gonna get you some wanna stay in the truck?”

“No!” She hops out and watches you buy some candy as she picks up a red leaf and breathes in the mountain air.

Along the road she asks if you can stop at certain places and of course you oblige by getting her little trinkets and taking random photos.

You both eat snacks from the cooler and sing along to every song she wants to hear occasionally listening to a podcast. You finally stop when it gets too dark somewhere in Vermont. You stop by a diner.

“This place is so cute.” Natasha smiles seeing how retro everything looks.

“Well hello sweethearts my name is Eve what can I getcha?” An older woman walks up with a big smile.

“We will take the lovers lane.” Natasha orders off the menu.

“Okay! I haven’t seen yall out here before where ya from?” 

“New York, it’s her birthday we figured we make a road trip out of it and go up state.”

“Oh well that’s fun, welcome to town! I’ll tell ya what I’ll bring you a slice of pie on the house!”

“Thank you Eve!” Natasha smiled.

You dug into your pockets looking for change.

“What are you doing?” Natasha smirked.

“I’m looking for quarters.” You grinned nodding towards the mini jukebox.

The redhead grabbed her purse taking out .50cents. “Here.”

“You pick it’s the fun part.” You grinned, pushing her hand away.

Natasha smiled and put the change in before choosing an oldie.

“Great choice.” You grinned hearing the doo-wop in the beginning.

“My love must be a kind of blind love. I can’t see anyone but you.” She smiled lovingly at you as you blushed.

‘(Sha bop sha bop)

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Dance with me?”

‘(Sha bop sha bop)

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Here?” 

‘(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Right here.” You stand up offering your hand which she happily accepts.

‘Are the stars out tonight (sha bop sha bop)’

You bring her close swaying in the diner.

‘I don't know if it's cloudy or bright (sha bop sha bop)

I only have eyes for you dear’

“I love you.” Natasha says softly caressing your cheek.

(Sha bop sha bop)

“I love you too.” You say looking down into her eyes.

‘The moon may be high

(Sha bop sha bop)’

There’s only one other patron in the diner and they can’t help but smile seeing the two of you dancing.

‘But I can't see (sha bop sha bop) a thing in the sky

I only have eyes for you’

“Eve, put their dinner on my tab.” The patron smiled.

‘I don't know if we're in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“They do look so in love don’t they?” Eve smiled watching you and Natasha sway to the music.

‘You are here

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“I don’t ever wanna stop this train with you.” She whispers.

‘And so am I

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“I don’t ever plan on stoppin’.” You lean down pecking her lips gently.

‘Maybe millions of people (sha bop sha bop) go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes for you’

You both take your seats just as the food came out.

“This looks amazing.” You grin.

“Here baby you pick the next song while we eat.” Natasha hands you a couple quarters.

“Welllllllll…You know you make me wanna shout! Kick my heels up and shout!”

“So good.” You both said as you ate your burgers. “Might have to come back just for this.”

“I know!” She chuckled.

You both ate and laughed as you spoke about your days apart. 

“What made you wanna do this?” She asked, drinking her milk shake.

“Well we were hungry-“

“I meant this trip. Smartass.” Natasha smirked.

“I just felt like we’ve been apart for a long time and wanted to make up for it.” You explain with a light shrug.

Just as Eve promised, a slice of Pie arrived and you both somehow managed to eat every piece of it.

“Thank you so much Eve, this dinner was so good we might just have to make the trek back out just for your food.” Natasha smiled.

“Please do!” Eve laughed.

“Where do I pay Ms. Eve.”

“Actually the gentleman that was in here paid for your meal. He just said he was heartwarmed to see how in love you both are. Made him remember his wife.”

“Oh well now I feel terrible for not being able to thank him.” You pout.

“Don’t be he just wanted to do something nice for you both.”

“Well please tell him we said thank you.” Natasha smiled warmly.

“Of course!” Eve smiled picking up the plates that you stacked at the end of the table.

You left a hefty tip before getting back in the truck and heading towards the hotel.

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“Oh no I’m so sorry I thought we had two beds when we spoke on the phone but it turns out that room is being remodeled. We only have one room left with one king bed.” The front desk girl frowned.

“Oh just the one huh?” You clear your throat, shuffling your feet. You knew if you took that room keeping your hands to yourself would seem difficult.

“You’re absolutely sure there’s only one left.” You ask once more.

The front desk girl sighed and said. “If you don’t want the room-“

“We’ll take it.” Natasha huffed, rolling her eyes at you. “Y/N, if you don’t want to share a bed with me-“ 

“I’m sorry it’s not that at all, not even a little bit you know that.” You bite your lip seeing her nod at you. Natasha took the key. “It’s just- I don’t want you to think just cause I did all this means you have to put out. That’s all. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Natasha smiles softly and pecks your lips. “You’re sweet, and I’m making you start to overthink things because of how I’ve been acting and I’m sorry.”

“Nat, no apologizing. This is new for us… I’ve never been with another woman besides Quinn, and you’ve never been with someone like me. We just need to get in the groove again… I’m gonna park the truck you go on ahead and I’ll bring up our things.”

She nodded before walking off. Natasha kept telling herself to stop over thinking as well you both fell for one another as friends. The only things that’s changed is now there’s nothing holding you both back. You’re both free to be together.

You tiredly made your way to the room. Walking in only to hear the shower running. You quickly change when you hear the water stop. She walks out right as you switch shirts.

Natasha gulped, gripping the door handle.

“Hey.” You smile trying not to blush at the fact that she’s only in a towel.

“Hi.” She smiles a tint of blush across her dewy cheeks. “I forgot you were bringing up the suitcases and got ahead of myself. Can I borrow something to sleep in?”

“I got you.” You grinned getting off the bed. You rummaged through your suitcase finding an extra set of boxers and an old football t-shirt. You walked them over handing them to her.

“Thanks.” She whispers, looking at you. 

“Oh! Sorry.” You chuckled turning around.

She smiled as you turned towards the wall. That’s not why she was staring. She was staring because all she had on was a towel and all she wanted to do was drop it. Just to have you worship her body, but she can tell you’re exhausted. Mentally and physically you just need to rest. Natasha knows damn well if she ignites that fire in you it won’t be put out until it’s time for you both to leave the hotel. She shook her thoughts before dropping the towel not missing the way it made you squirm. 

She inhaled the fresh scent of your boxers and t-shirt. 

“Don’t worry I just washed them before we left.” You chuckled, rubbing your neck. Desperately trying not to look at her through the small reflection on the lamp.

“I’d hope so.” She teased you. “You can turn around now.” She let the shirt fall on her just as you turned around. You gulped seeing the bottom of her breasts and the small freckle on her rib cage.

She climbs into bed laying next to you when she turns on her side. “Thank you for today. Best birthday ever.” She smiled dreamily before leaning over kissing your cheek softly.

“Yeah?” You goofily grin before yawning. You could already feel your exhaustion take over your body as your girl played with your hair.

“Hmhm, you got your divorce, gave me breakfast with all my friends at Wanda’s. You told me you love me. Then we spent the day driving through the mountains. It’s been amazing.” She giggled. “I’ve never had anyone do anything like this for me before, thank you Detka.”

“I didn’t even get to give you the rest of your presents.” You said sleepily trying to sit up only for her to stop you.

“You can give them to me when we’re at the cabin.”

“You sure?” You asked halfway asleep.

“Yes.” She smiles. “Don’t worry about them right now. Everything is perfect today was perfect. You’re perfect.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I love you Talia.” You closed your eyes snuggling into your pillow feeling the way her nails grazed your skin and hair as you drifted off to sleep.

“I love you too baby.”

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You wake to the sound of your phone alarm clicking on. The soft strums of Creature Fear by Bon Iver in the air. You hum out feeling warmth against your chest and feeling the sun shine on your face. Slightly upset that you forgot to close the curtain, but the view of the mountains is just too beautiful to stay cranky. You start to realize you’re spooning Natasha and your cock is rock hard as it always is first thing in the morning. Your cock was throbbing feeling the heat from Natasha’s body. 

You slowly lift your head looking down at your entwined legs. You briefly wonder how and when this happened throughout the night. Then you wonder if you can untangle yourself without waking her so you can shower. You look down at your arms. One is under her and the pillow with half her hand in yours and the other arm was wrapped around her with her arm laid over yours and fingers threaded through yours. You tangled yourselves throughout the night.

Her head turned slowly, her eyes wide open. She must have been awake for some time. It’s silent and you’re just admiring her underneath the morning sun. She was breathtaking. You felt like you forgot how to breathe just by looking into her eyes. Natasha was the first to wiggle her fingers bringing your attention to your hands. You stretched your fingers locking them in with hers before looking back into her emerald eyes. She looked down at your covered cock poking her right where she wanted it. You felt the air leave your lungs when she pushed her ass against your throbbing cock. 

The moment her hooded eyes looked from your hardened member to you. Almost in an instant you forgot about everything and all you saw and all you wanted was her. Like a silent agreement you both threw caution to the wind. Letting your lips meet in a passionate kiss. Breathing one another in deeply before your hands let go of hers. You needed to feel her everywhere. You cupped her face inhaling her before letting one hand roam down her back towards her ass and the other threaded through her soft auburn hair. 

She moaned, feeling you squeeze her ass. Her hands were hooked under your arms. Fingernails grazing your back. You stopped for a second letting her take off your shirt. You moaned, feeling her lips against your chest. Kissing somehow tenderly and with haste. You briefly stop her so you can take her shirt off her immaculate body.

“What?” she giggled seeing your jaw slack.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, but you know I know you’re so much more than that… right?” 

She smiled softly, caressing your cheek. “I know.” She pushed you back getting off the bed before turning towards you. You moved to the edge letting your feet hit the cold carpet of the hotel. You hook your arms around her waist looking up at her as your fingers toe the edge of waistline. The Russian woman bit her lip nodding as you pushed the boxer shorts down.

You lay your head against her abdomen, softly kissing her as you inhale her sweet scent. Before your lips could kiss any further down she stopped you. 

“Your turn.” She smirked her nails scraping against your shoulders.

You were brought back to your throbbing dick you grimaced standing up.

“You’ve been hard for over an hour now. I’m assuming you’re in pain?” Her brow kinked.

“Just sensitive.” You hissed, letting it flop out of the hole of your boxers. “You’ve been up for an hour now?”

She licked her lips staring at your long thick bulging cock. She sat you down kissing you gently before getting on her knees. “Yes and you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

“You don’t have-“ you cleared your throat.

“I want to… don’t you want my mouth?” She husked; hand now holding your meat.

“God yes.” You whined caressing her jaw.

She smirked before focusing on your shaft. She let her lips kiss the head before letting her tongue swirl around causing you to twitch and shudder. You let one hand hold her hair, just as she brought all of you in her mouth, her tongue and mouth sucking you like it’s the last time she’ll have you. Her hands leave your cock and lay against your flexing abs; her nails grazing down. “Oh my G-“ you inhale. 

“Fuck.” You sighed watching her bobb, her head eyes fixed on yours. “Deeper.” You whispered, you could feel her tonsils on your cock as she obeyed. Her hands on your thighs before letting you go with a pop, and moving down to your balls.

“Natasha.” You husked feeling your toes curl. You gently stopped her before pulling her on your lap quickly switching positions to lay her down. You watched as she lifted her body up by her elbows as you got on your knees gently spreading her legs apart. You smirked before letting your tongue dive into her.

“Ohhh” she whimpered and moaned. 

“Fuck me, you’re drenched.” You let two of your fingers dip in before showing her the wetness. “So sexy.” You whispered before putting her wetness on your cock and pumping the throbbing shaft. As you pumped you dove back in moaning at her taste. “You taste so good, Talia.”

“Shit Y/N I’m already so close.” She whined.

You quickened your tongue's pace and let go of your throbbing member to let a couple digits enter her. Her hips bucked as you moved your fingers. You listened to her as if breaking open a safe. Listening for any indication of her spot. 

A loud guttural moan came when you did. You smirked going faster as her moans grew louder and her body unable to lay still. She gripped your hand and head before humping into your face, shaking as she came undone.

You stood wiping your mouth before sucking on your fingers. She closed her thighs at the sight needing some friction.

She sat up and gasped at the soaked edge of the bed. You smiled before lifting her up onto you kissing her with want.

“Hmm.” She moaned in the kiss before opening her eyes looking down at you. She reached below her, taking you in her hand guiding you to the place you both have been aching for.

“Oh my God.” You sighed laying your forehead against hers. Feeling the tip of your member enter her.

You both moaned as she slid down your shaft.

“Fuck.” You felt your grip loosen before lifting her back up moaning at the movement. You froze seeing her grimace.

“What’s wrong, should I stop?” You asked, worried you hurt her.

She kissed your worries away wiping your brow lines

“You’re just… really big… I’m just adjusting.” She blushed. You pulled out causing her to whimper. 

“Standing up needs some work. Okay.” You make a note of it as you gently lay her down before following suit. She spread her legs for you to lay between. She moaned at the touch of your tongue against her lips. 

“I need you inside me baby.” She husked in your ear, breaking the kiss.

You both looked down as you took your cock rubbing it between her folds. Gathering all the wetness before slowly entering her.

“Sooooo tight.” You whispered, feeling her velvet walls clamping down around you. You stayed still letting her adjust to your girth and length and enjoying the way her warmth feels. “Gah damn I will never get tired of you baby!” You smiled leaning down to kiss her.

“I’m gonna have to remember pelvic floor exercises.” She giggled as she brushed your hair back. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You smiled Natasha brought you down kissing you as she whimpered as her hips bucked into you giving you the go ahead. You slowly pumped in and out. 

“Oh my God!” She moaned out as your lips left hers to nibble on her sweet spot.

“That’s it baby you’re doing so well.” You groaned out as you continued your rhythm as she whimpered beneath you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you paused your motions pushing in deeper. 

“Oooh that feels so good Y/N.” Natasha wiggling her pelvis against you.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been this deep inside of you like this.” You groaned, placing a hand on the headboard driving your pace faster.

“I know baby I don't even think I can hold on for much longer.” She gasps, clawing at your back bringing you down against her. “God I love you so much!”

You’re both moaning as you move together. Your teeth clashing in your kisses. You’re both breathing one another in as you cum around one another.

“Fuck baby.” She gasps. “Oh daddddy.” 

“Oh Natasha! Fuuuck!” You groan, spilling your seed deep inside of her. “Ohhh yeah look at that baby.” You say lathering your thick honey along her glistening pussy.

You both pant when the phone rings it’s time to check out and your alarm with Bon Iver starts over again after its snooze.

“How long do we have?” She asks, kissing your back.

“A couple hours.”

“Then come back to me.” She smirks.

You grin, rubbing her arm around your chest that begins to make its way to your meat.

“Hmm.” You groan feeling her pumping you as she nibbles your ear. “The faster we’re out of here the faster I can have you in that cabin, and really take my time with you.” 

“How long is the drive?” She asks, kissing your shoulders.

“About 4 more hours.” You cringed, seeing her look at you with her brows furrowed.

“Yeah no you’re making love to me one more time. Really Y/N 4 hours?!”

“I’m sorry.” You say feeling her pull you to the shower. You shove your underwear down before stepping in.

“Multitasking at its finest baby.” She smirked, kissing you as the warm water fell over you.

“Hmm, I hope you know the moment we step foot in that cabin and I’ve got all our shit inside-“

“What? The pussy monster is coming out?”

“Who?” You furrowed your brows and she giggled kissing you under the water.

“Well I hope the pussy monster does come out.” She mutters against your lips, feeling you smirk and your cock stand at attention.

You lift her up and against the wall and you slide in.

“Who says the pussy monster isn’t here right now?” You say in a voice so gravely and low that makes her drip around your thick cock. You choke her as you begin to roughly hump inside of her sliding her ups down against the cold tile wall.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk!” She moans, hooking her hands behind your neck.

“That’s it baby girl.” You say.

“Fuuuuuckkk!” She whines feeling you hit her center.

“You like that, my naughty girl?”

“So much!” She gasps.

“You love it when the pussy monster comes out.”

“So much daddy so much.” 

“You’re my cum slut aren’t you? You like it when I cum deep inside of you.” You roughly grab her jaw.

“Oh my gosh yesss so much I love the way it feels, and the way you lather it all over my pussy when I cum on your cock daddy.”

“Me too baby.”

“I also love it when you cum on my tongue you taste so good.”

“Fuck.” You groan, feeling yourself cuming.

“Oh my gosh baby you feel so good inside me.” She cries as pivot your hips letting her walls clamp around you and juicing your cock.

“Shit Talia.” You both look down seeing you pull out and your creams landing on your cock on for you to lather it on her pussy and push inside of her once more. “Give me another baby girl. I’m still so hard for you.” You say lowly near her ear.

“Fuck.” She whimpers and nods before tapping you to let her down. You gently set her down and watch her spin around against the tile. You take hold of her hips and begin watching your cock disappear over and over again.

“Your ass is so fucking amazing. This pussy is velvet baby don’t get me wrong but when can this monster cock try that little ass hole?” You husk near her ear.

“When you let me try your little ass hole.” She smirks looking back at you before handing you the soap bar and a scrub.

“Touché.” You stroke inside of her as you sud her body up. It feels even better when you bring your bodies together. “Fuck I’m close!” You growl near her ear.

“Cum then daddy.” She bites your lip and your fucking her so hard and fast your skin is slapping against one another echoing in the shower. You wrap your arms around her, and lift her up causing her to yelp as you cum inside of her. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!” You groan emptying your load before setting her back down. You pull out and push back in letting her cum around you and gently letting her ride out her orgasm.

“Shit.” You pant feeling your cock slip out and watching your creams go down the drain.

She smiles, hooking her arm around you, kissing you languishly.

“How’d we get in here?” You asked, looking around causing her to giggle and kiss you once more.

“Shut up and wash my hair.” 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Yesterday, what did Carol whisper in your ear?”

Natasha turned smirking up at you as you washed her hair.

“Well first she said she and Val came over one day and heard us going at it. She also mentioned that I need to really work my hips.”

“They saw us?”

“Hmhm.”

“I really need to learn how to close the fucking blinds.” 

A/N: still cutting up chapters in parts because of how long they are.

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anger management

⚘ genre. fluff, angst but not hella heavy idk i tried to make it pretty lighthearted

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. post argument with bf!skz

chan checks on you even if you’re ignoring him

It had been a few days since the two of you went at it, you honestly couldn’t even remember what the argument was about. Everyone was just aware that the both of you were strictly not on talking terms, no questions asked

Truthfully, you missed him. Missed his dimples, missed his squeaky laugh, missed how his scent was so strong and comforting when you hugged him close. Fighting was so overrated but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to speak first

That’s why your heart leaped out of your throat the second you saw his name in your notifications. He had been the first to bite, swallowing his pride and asking if you needed any essentials while he was out shopping. You felt fragile, teary eyed as you typed the fastest you’ve ever typed in your entire life, letting him know that all you really needed was his presence

You stood in the doorway when he knocked, embracing each other and relaxing into each others arms. “We aren’t ever doing this again,” you sniffled against his shirt, that little giggle you’ve missed painting a smile onto your face. “Got it?”

“Yes!” He cried out with a laugh, jumping and flinching away from you as you pinched his side playfully. “I got it! Stop it!”

lee know takes you out as an apology

Here you were, laying face down on your bed, cheeks burning hot and shoved into your plushy pillows. Just minutes ago, you’d been scolding Minho quite angrily for a stupid reason, so worked up that you slammed the bedroom door in his face without second thought

Naturally, guilt had washed over your entire being almost immediately and you were currently planning out an apology in your head. Maybe a massage, maybe run him a relaxing bath and wash his hair for him, pay for the cat’s monthly supply of litter

Soft taps of knuckles against the door startled you. “Get dressed,” Minho’s voice chimed behind the wood, and you did as you were told, wiping your wet face and tugging a clean top over your head. It was the least you could do after your outburst

“Where are we going?” You asked gently as he took your hand in his, nose stuffed up and congested with all of the aggressive crying you did. He spared you a glance, sending a small smile your way before leading you to the uber he had called up

“Dinner,” he placed his hand on your head, soothingly patting you the same he would do to his cats. You melted in his touch, your mind and body both defeated. “I think I have a few things to fix between us.”

changbin can never stay mad at you

Teasing was an everyday thing with you and the boys, always constantly throwing friendly jabs at each other for being bad at a game or folding laundry a weird way. Today’s target was Changbin, and not knowing he was already in a bit of a sensitive mood, you had taken it too far on accident

He had left the room in a hurry, storming down the hallway and locking himself in his room as you sat on the couch, dumbfounded. “Look what you did,” Chan jokingly shook his head in disapproval before patting your back. “Luckily it would kill him to be mad at you. Go give him some love and say you’re sorry.”

Taking Chan’s advice, you hurried to Bin’s room and swallowed a lump in your throat as you knocked. “Answer me,” you whined from the other side, heart feeling a bit lighter as he opened the door with a small pout on his lips, the heated blush on his skin slowly calming down. “I’m sorry,” you coo and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I didn’t mean it.”

You could faintly hear Chan’s laugh in the living room and it made you giggle too because he was totally right, Changbin quite literally became putty in your hands and enveloped you in a strong hug. “You aren’t funny,” he sighs into your shoulder. “Literally so not funny.”

“Yes, yes,” you sighed before giving his ass a light smack. “I know.”

hyunjin gets extra clingy once all is well

Clingy is an understatement. Hyunjin has not let you go ever since you entered the dorm, and that was an hour ago. He’s got his head in your lap, snuggled against your stomach and humming at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “You’re done being mad at me, right?”

You furrow your brows and tug at his light strands just a bit, earning a soft smack on your arm. “You were mad at me too, don’t act like I was the bad guy here.”

He giggled at your stern voice before completely wrapping his arms around your torso, cheek squished against your arm as he stared up at you. His eyes were hard to read sometimes, so deep in thought you weren’t sure what he was feeling. They flickered with an emotion that you couldn’t pick apart and you sighed, hoping he wasn’t about to cry

“I really am sorry,” he murmurs, twisting his head a bit to kiss the skin of your arm closest to him. “I hate fighting. Didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Your sweet boy. His heart was too big for his body, you could feel the slight tremble of his body against yours and you could only give him a smile. “I know, Hyune,” you flicked his forehead before leaning down to plant a kiss on it. “You never mean to make me upset, I know that. I’m sorry, too.”

han isolates until you offer some sweets

“Where is he?” you sigh sadly, arms aching as the plastic bags you carried were starting to weigh them down. Hyunjin jumped up to take them from your arms, setting them on the counter and shooting you a sorry look. He must’ve heard the yelling last night, it would’ve been hard to miss, honestly

“He’s holed up in his room,” Hyunjin pointed a finger towards his room before rummaging through the bags. “Oh, you’ll win him back with all of this, that’s for sure,” He clapped excitedly before sneaking a bag of gummies and running off to his room. “Good luck!”

Picking up the bags again, you mentally prepared yourself. The fight was normal, couples argue from time to time of course, but seeing Jisung so defeated would break anyone’s heart. You used that as motivation to burst through the door, not surprised to find a curled up lump under the comforter

You leaped up and splayed yourself over his body, hugging him over the blankets and letting your presence be known before standing up to spill the snacks out of the grocery bags. A fluffy brown head of hair peeked out to witness the mess, eyes brightening up at the sight of all of the treats

“Forgive me?” You asked with your arms wide open, delighted to be scooped up just seconds later and tugged under his covers

felix is heartbroken and the members are begging for forgiveness

Days have passed since the two of you got into a disagreement, mutually deciding that time apart was best. Of course it wasn’t much of their business, but the boys at the dorm felt almost as if they were apart of the disagreement as well when they saw Felix. It was hard to watch, their usual bundle of joy and love slumping around in his pajama pants

Your phone rang as you were on your way to pick something up and you were shocked to see Seungmin calling you up. As soon as you accepted the call, pleas from all 3 of the cuties dorm residents were in your ear, whining and begging you to come back

“I’ve never seen him so upset,” Jeongin cried out jokingly, you could picture him clutching at his chest and falling to the floor. “It’s been days, don’t you miss us too? This family is falling apart! Get over here!”

These boys. You let out a drawn out sigh into the receiver before accepting their invite, turning on your heels and walking over to the dorm. You admittedly had missed Felix, the argument was petty and it felt like it was so long ago that it didn’t even matter anymore

Arms wrapped around you the second you step foot into the building, soft hands massaging the back of your neck and you melted instantly into the familiar touch. “You’re too sweet for your own good,” you laughed into his shoulder, watching the other three members giving you thumbs up in the kitchen

seungmin will not tolerate the silent treatment

To be clear, if it were a more serious situation, Seungmin’s approach would be a lot different than this but the topic at hand that made you annoyed was the fact that he accidentally lost you in the mall. It had been a busier day and he swore that you were just at his side as he was looking at shoes but suddenly, you were gone

He found you sitting on a bench outside of a store, pouting to yourself after you had tried to find him for several minutes. He hadn’t answered his phone so you just decided to let him find you himself

When he did, he laughed harder than he ever has before, eyes squeezed shut as he wrapped a lanky arm around your shoulder. “You gotta understand!” He held your face in his hands as you pretended to be mad, turning your face away. “I seriously thought you were right beside me!”

Fake glares were shot his way and you decided to just stay quiet, getting up and taking his hand to lead him to the food court. “This never works on me and you know that,” he whined before pulling out his wallet. “I’ll get you whatever you want, but you can’t stay silent on me.”

“Learn to answer your phone when it rings, Kim Seungmin,” you grumbled as you pulled him into the line of the ice cream place. “I want two scoops this time.”

jeongin doesn’t have the heart to shut you out completely

Honestly, it was your first argument as a couple and he really just did not know how to handle it. Usually he just needs to have time to himself to calm down, but he can’t sit here comfortably without you. God, when had he become so cringe?

Just looking around in his phone and room were constant reminders of you. You were everywhere, his space had became your space as well

There were the pictures, the old texts that you two sent when you were planning your most recent date, the videos that you had taken on his phone while he was getting hair and makeup done. He could see the sleeve of one of your favorite hoodies poking out of his closet and the gum wrapper you forgot to trash was sitting on his desk

Defeat. This was utter defeat. Jeongin picked up his phone, fingers quick to find your contact and ring you up, letting out a breath once you answered. “Come over,” he let out a small laugh, unsure if he’s doing this right. “I know I literally told you that I wanted space minutes ago but that was enough.”

You bit back a smile on the other side of the phone, heart pounding in your chest at how cute he was. It would really probably destroy Jeongin to be mad at you

[aimedis]

porter & treasure headcanons 🧛💎

"i assure you, i see you perfectly.. i see you..."

porter loves treasure’s hands. he loves kissing each of their fingertips and knuckles, he loves when they run their fingers through his hair, he loves when they wave their hands around when they’re talking he loves them

porter feels his heart break whenever he sees treasure cry 

and whenever treasure smiles, he falls apart 

treasure loves hearing porter talk and vice versa 

they’re both waiting on the other to make the first move to officially talk about their relationship status 

treasure is prone to headaches and porter massages their temples for them when it gets bad, laughing when they pout up at him 

treasure is also veryyyy clumsy. they're always running into shelves or tables or bumping their head. they always have random bruises and cuts without even realizing it (porter learned a little healing magic from sam for them) 

while they reassure each other, treasure says how they feel bluntly and absentmindedly and it always catches porter off guard (cue treasure being confused as to why he’s blushing and stuttering) 

at this point, porter rarely feeds off of anyone who isn't treasure

he feeds on them while they're reading or watching tv and it's genuinely a peaceful experience for them as much as it is a sexual one

treasure is terrified of spiders and other bugs. they'll be in another room screaming their head off and porter thinks they're getting murdered but it's just a tiny insect

he kills them without hesitation every time and carries them out of the room

treasure has porter wrapped around their finger and they have no idea

porter had a "never stay the night/wipe their memory" mentality before he met treasure. but he knew after talking to them for ten seconds that he was so fucked up over them idk if this has been proven non-canon before, i forgot

treasure has horrible eating habits and porter is always scolding them for it (he cooks for them every time he's over)

they watch horror movies together all the time and treasure screams and clings onto porter every single time

once, treasure's really bad friends tried to confront them about "leaving them for some guy" and they got really upset so porter took the phone from them and told said "friends" off

afterwards, they ranted and cried in his arms for hours

they've done the lady and the tramp eating the same spaghetti string thingy before and neither of them could stop laughing

porter cups treasure's cheeks everytime he kisses them

whenever treasure's sick, porter fusses over them like a worried mom (applies if they even have a slight sniffle)

they've never had an actual argument but they do bicker a lot about random little things that don't matter

they don't live together but porter is always in treasure's apartment, he might as well live there. he has clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and his skin/body care there alongside treasure's

treasure also goes over to porter's place sometimes, but both of their favourite is theirs

if asked, both of them will answer that yes, it is very much casual but they both know it's not

treasure kisses the tip of porter's nose a lot

porter has the most comfortable chest in the world and treasure loves resting their head on it

porter is a little secretive with the whole vampire thing at times and it bothers treasure a little but not enough to bring it up to him

however, he noticed they were being pouty whenever he brushed their questions off and reassured them he'd tell them in good time which helped them feel better

porter cuts treasure's fruit for them because he doesn't trust them with a knife

treasure laughs their fucking ass off whenever porter says any british/"old time-y" phrase or pronounces something widely different from the way they do

treasure, because they're not used to being listened to, talks a lot around porter because he makes them feel heard and listened to

porter loves listening to them talk about any and everything. he loves their voice, especially when they're just rambling before they fall asleep and he can just hear as their words slow and start to slur before they knock out

treasure buys every little thing that they think porter might like to give to him

their song is bad habits by delaney jane

[wcters]

𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗜𝗗𝗦

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: after your breakup with matt, you go through polaroids and memories

warnings/notes: angsttt, established relationship, don’t know what came outta me with this one, never even been in a relationship, almost cried writing this

You dreaded this moment from the time you two broke up. You didn't want to solidify that choice by packing his things away, but it had been long enough and you finally realized that you two were actually over. You never thought that this would happen, at least this early. You thought if you were to break up, it would be in your mid-thirties . . . Not your early twenties.

You didn't know what happened either - when it started to change. You didn't even notice, but Matt did. He always noticed everything, every little thing. Maybe you were too blinded by your love to see it, too blinded by the denial that things were getting bad. But you didn't think they were.

Matt made you a new person, a happier person. You fell head over heels for him the moment you started to get to know him, and he did too. He got you out of your comfort zone, you made new friends including his brothers, and had a second family. His brothers always said that you could still visit them and their parents, but it felt weird. You weren't . . . Part of it anymore. Nick and Chris were still your friends, but his parents and Justin were their family. Even though Marylou, Jimmy, and Justin said the same things Nick and Chris did, it still felt weird to you. Eventually when Matt would get another girlfriend and move on, you would be pushed out either by Matt . . . Or yourself.

You sniffled as you put the last of his sweaters you had stolen in the cardboard box that you were going to drop off while he wasn't home, you turned to the last memory of him you were avoiding taking down . . . Your Polaroids.

It was no secret that you loved cameras ━━ having a Polaroid all your life, your first one being a vintage one gifted to you from your parents, and when you grew up you probably spent hundreds ━━ if not thousands ━━ of dollars on film and film cameras. Your bedroom in your hometown was littered with photos of everything - friends, family, places, and your bedroom at your apartment now was the same . . . But half of them were either you and Matt, or just Matt.

To you, he was made for being on camera. He was made for art. You always told him that resulting in a blush on his cheeks. Whether it was paintings, photos, videos, there was something about him. You were drawn to taking pictures of him. There were probably hundreds on your phone only. But your favourite camera to take pictures of him on was your Polaroid.

You stared at the wall for awhile before taking a deep breath and moving towards it. Each picture was a memory of your relationship, each picture was a reminder of a smile sir a laugh, a joke or a kiss, something you didn't want to forget . . . But wanted to at the same time. Taking each one of these down was going to force you to relive each and every one. You didn't know if that was good or bad.

The first one hanging up was one of the first Polaroids you had ever taken of Matt. It was the night he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You could remember the shake of his hands and the smile on his face as he asked you. You don't know why he was nervous ━━ you would've said yes if he asked you to marry him. He was sat in the drivers seat, one hand on the wheel and other leaning against the center console. It was when he was stopped at a red light as to not cause the two of you to crash. You remember him facing you and chuckling, asking what you were doing. You had shrugged, small smirk on your face.

The second one was a picture of you and Matt from behind. Nick had taken it secretly knowing you would want it, and because he thought it was cute. You, Matt, Nick, and Chris had went to the beach that night. You were visiting Boston and their parents with them for the summer. You had taken your camera, planning to take some pictures for the boys and for yourself, but decided to watch the sunset with Matt because he asked you to. You were standing in the middle of the beach, hands interlinked with Matt's who were wrapped around you waist. You were leaning against him as you watched the sun, but unknown to you he was looking at you and not the sun. This was one of your favourite pictures you had.

The next one was arguably one of your favourites too. You had a hard time falling asleep sometimes, and ever since you were a kid you would go on walks. Whether it be around the block or around town, you would just walk. It was safer to do this back in your hometown, but when you started to do it in LA, Matt always asked to come with you to make sure you were safe. No matter how tired he was or if he had a long day, he would go. He would even convince you to go when he knew you wanted to even though you were saying you didn't to make sure he got his sleep. He didn't care, just wanted to make sure you were okay.

This one was of Matt under a streetlight. The light was shining on him, showing his Levi's as he body was midway through dancing. He decided to play music that night to cheer you up because that day was especially stressful for you and the lack of sleep wasn't helping. You don't even know if he knows you took a picture of him. You think this photo shows how Matt truly is. How he's still a teenager deep down inside and how he did anything to cheer you up.

You teared up when you saw the next one. You didn't want to add this to the pile of photos, so you decided to put it in your nightstand instead of hiding it. Why? Because it was a picture of you, and all three brothers. You and Matt were in the middle with Nick and Chris on either side of you both. You were all wearing matching pyjamas, curtesy of Marylou. This was the first year you spent Christmas with them back in Boston. You remember being so nervous, but being welcomed by their parents and Justin immediately. You couldn't make it to see your parents back in Canada, so they offered for you to come down there.

The smiles on each of your faces are a perfect representation of how happy you were. Even with all the best friends and a couple other relationships you had had, you never felt truly excepted into someone else's family. You didn't have your hope for Matt's either, but right when the front door was opened and you were pulled into a tight hug from their mother, you had no doubts that this one would be different.  You really felt like you were apart of them, like they were a second family to you. Justin felt like an older brother and their parents felt like your parents. This is why the breakup was so hard, harder than it would normally be.

You weren't just losing Matt. You were losing Marylou, Jimmy, Justin, and even Trevor in relation, even if they said you were still part of their family. You probably wouldn't ever see their house in Boston again, or their house in the Cape. You wouldn't see Trevor prancing around the house and Jimmy and Marylou watching movies together.

As you took the photo down and opened your nightstand, you started sobbing as you placed it inside and closed the drawer. You collapsed into the floor in a fit of heaving breaths and tears, curled up in-front of the wall that held some of the best memories of your life you had to take down. You don't know how long you sat there crying for. All you know if that eventually, you couldn't cry anymore and just sat staring at the wall as the sun went down and your room went dark. You sat there, all the feelings you were trying to suppress flow like water through a freshly broken dam.

The realization that things were actually over, and that you were losing so many people and connections, and memories. You didn't know that Matt was sitting in the same position in his room, staring at the same copy of the photo you had put in your nightstand. Neither of you knew that you two, even though you were done, your souls were still connected. You were going through the same feelings of pain. Both your hearts were broken in the same places.

[daisies-daydreams]

IDK IF YOUVE DONE THIS BUT CAN I GET A HOBIE X GOOD GIRL!READER?! SMUT OR FLUFF WORKS IT DOENST MATTER BUT LIKE READER IS STRESSED OVER STUFF AND HOBIE CALMS HER DIWNDBSHWJWJWJE PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WORK <33

Relief (Hobie Brown x Good Girl!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Good Girl!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Depictions of Stress/Burnout, Hickeys, Making Out, “First Time”, Fingering, Nipple Play, Swearing Word Count: TBA Song Rec: Absolute Territory (Ken Ashcorp) A/N: AHHHH I shit you not I had the most absolutely stressful week - like I was having tremors I was so stressed so this came at the perfect time 😭 Anyway, Hobie would be so soft and supportive fr🙏 Thank you for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

Tears lined the corners of your eyes as you violently opened the door to your dorm suite. You threw your bag onto the couch before flopping down yourself. Your muffled cried reverberated inside your small living room as you stuffed your face into a pillow. You curled your fists as your jaw tightened, the room growing hotter by the second as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Lovie?” you heard Hobie hum. You gasped and perked your head up, only to shove it back down in shame. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” your boyfriend asked as he stepped closer. You sniffled while Hobie sank onto the cushion next to you, the furniture creaking as he laid a hand on your upper back. You slowly tilted your head up, your chest aching before you sprung into his arms. 

“Shhh, I’m here, lovie,” your love reassured you as he wrapped his arms around your trembling form. You nearly choked on a violent sob as you sat in his lap, your legs draped over his own while you ducked your head into his shoulder. Hobie hummed softly while he rubbed up and down your back. Your breathing began even as he began to press quick, little pecks to the top of your head. You sighed, your warm breath falling over his collarbone as he let his lips linger on the crown of your head. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Hobie murmured as he smoothed one of his hands over your hip. Your bottom lip trembled as you wiped at your puffy eyes. 

“I-I don’t know what’s come over me,” you hiccuped. Hobie continued to stroke over your ruffled clothes as you sighed heavily. “I failed my test today, and because of that, I got so flustered during my public speaking course that I stuttered over and over…in front of two-hundred students,” you groaned as bitter tears rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t do anything right,” you muttered while hanging your head in defeat. 

“Oi, look at me,” your boyfriend gently coaxed you. You slowly lifted your gaze before squeaking as he stole a kiss. 

“H-Hobie,” you blushed as you rested your fingertips over your lips, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your soft skin. He gave you a small smirk before peppering your face with several kisses. “Babe!” you laughed as he bombarded you with quick, passionate smooches. You felt him smile against your cheek before he pulled back again. 

“Still havin’ those nasty thoughts about yourself?” he asked. You bit your lip and shook your head, your heart racing a little faster as you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “Good,” Hobie gave a lopsided grin before he kissed your cheek again. You smiled at his attempts to distract you, but the crushing weight of feeling inferior began to push back. You released a long, shaky breath before you felt him nip at your earlobe. 

“I see your gears turnin’,” he rumbled before letting his hands slide up and down your sides, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You stifled a small moan as he kissed behind your ear, his hands squeezing your hips as he suckled on your delicate skin. “You want me to help you…relax a bit more?” Hobie murmured as he slid a hand over the top of your thigh. You swallowed and parted your lips. 

Sure, the two of you have made out a few times, but it’s never really gotten past that point. 

“We don’t have to if-“ 

“I want to,” you cut him off. He blinked as you glanced away and heat filled your cheeks. “I-I mean, I’d like for you to-“ you felt your throat tighten as you wiggled your hips a little in his lap. You felt a surge of arousal sweep through your body as he slid his hand beneath your chin and gently caressed your face. 

“What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?” he asked, a mixture of affection and arousal dripping from his words. Your heart raced as he began to tease your neck with small kisses up and down your pulse. You swallowed again as you squeezed your eyes shut, your tongue refusing to utter such a lewd request. “C’mon, sweet girl…use your words,” Hobie encouraged as his hand rested on top of your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes snapped open as you took a deep breath. 

“I-I want you to…finger me,” you finally manage to say, each word growing quieter than the last. Hobie’s eyes glowed with excitement as he hummed. 

“Finger you, hm?” your boyfriend asked. You nodded vigorously, your body already growing hotter the longer he kept his hands on your thighs. 

“Please, Hobie. I want…need to feel you,” you whined and gently rocked your hips forward. Hobie’s eyes widened at your bold confession. A smirk crossed his face before he kissed your forehead. 

“Turn around f’me then,” he cooed. Your hands were practically shaking as you slid off of his lap, your sex yearning for his tender touch as you squeezed your thighs together. Your breath hitched when you felt him unlatch the back of your long skirt, the fabric crumpling around your feet as you shivered. You flinched when he hooked his fingers around the band of your soft panties. 

“W-Wait!” you blushed. Hobie paused, his fingers just barely pulling your clothing down your hips as you gulped. “C-Could we keep these on for now?” you blushed while peeking over your shoulder. Hobie grinned softly as he pulled them back up. 

“Sure thing, lovie,” he murmured before patting his lap. Your head spun as you stepped back. Your heart felt like it was about to burst as you sank down, your legs draped over his wet pussy rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jaw nearly dropped when you felt something hard rub between your asscheeks. “Mmm, there’s my pretty girl,” Hobie groaned into your ear as his hands dipped beneath your shirt. 

You keened as he pecked the corner of your jaw, his kisses airy and light as he slid his fingertips beneath your bra. You arched your back as he dipped his head even lower, his plump lips puckering over your aching pulse. You squirmed in his lap as you felt him brush his fingers across your hard nipples, his warm breath falling over your skin while he played with your sensitive buds. 

“You’ve got such pretty tits, y’know that?” he murmured, his lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You blushed and turned your head away, the pleasure already overwhelming your senses. Hobie chuckled before he gently squeezed your nipples between his long, heavy fingers. “I’d like to see them, if that’s alright with you,” he whispered. You nodded, your mind fuzzy with arousal as you arched into his touch. Hobie sighed as his hands soon made quick work of your bra. You shuddered as he slipped the fabric off before rolling your shirt above your head. 

You wriggled in his lap as you sat almost completely exposed, your nipples growing even harder as the cool air of your living room kissed them. Hobie was being unusually quiet behind you, his large palms smoothing over your hips as his breath fell over your ear. You felt your cheeks warm even more as tears welled in your eyes. Why wasn’t he doing anything? Did he actually change his mind? Are you-  

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathed. You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly before turning your head. Your boyfriend wore the softest smile you’ve ever seen - your heart melting into a puddle as you gazed into his warm eyes. You began to relax against him as he captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss. You sighed at the soft contact as your lips connected in a passionate caress, the sound of soft smacking echoing through the room as you moved and tilted your heads. You squeaked when you felt him squeeze one of your breasts while he parted from the kiss. 

“Let me know if I’m goin’ too far, okay?” he whispered, eyes soft and breath ragged. You nodded. 

“I-I will,” you panted. Hobie smiled before he kissed the corner of your mouth while tenderly massaging your soft tit. 

“Good girl,” he praised. His words sent a spark of pleasure through your cunt as he locked lips with you again, his movements growing more heated and passionate by the second as he pressed his warm palm against your areola. You moaned quietly as you felt him gently pinch your bud between his fingers while he slipped the tip of his tongue inside your juicy mouth. 

You parted your lips even more, gasping when you felt his whole tongue sink inside your wet cavern. Hobie groaned as your tongues glided in a passionate dance, the sounds of wet smacking making your thighs tremble and pussy pulse with heat. You felt no shame as you bucked your hips forward, your spine curving as you ached for his fingers stretching you wide open. Hobie hummed before he pulled back, his lips glossy with your combined spit as he watched you helplessly grind on his lap. 

“You ready f’me?” he murmured, his hold on your nipple growing looser as you shivered. You nodded and tilted your head back, your lungs burning for air as your heart pounded. 

“P-Please Hobie. I want you,” you gulped. Hobie cracked a small grin as he gently squeezed your breast. You tensed as his other hand traveled from your hip to your stomach. 

“You sure about this, doll?” he asked. You bit your lip and swallowed thickly. 

“Yes,” you could barely make that single word, your throat strained as desire clouded your mind. Hobie smiled against your cheek as he dipped his hand even lower, his fingertips gliding over your juicy slit. You mewled as he gently parted your puffy lower lips, your bundle of nerves pulsing as the sides of his fingers rubbed against it. 

“You ever do this to yourself?” Hobie rumbled as he slowly rubbed your clit, his thumb working in tight, small circles. You jolted as a shockwave of pleasure rolled through your body, your walls clamping down on nothing as you squealed. 

“O-Only a few times,” you confessed as your cheeks burned. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he began to massage your engorged clit even faster. You moaned as his lips found your neck again, lingering for much longer as he sucked a hickey over your pulse. You thrashed against him, your body trembling as your breathing grew ragged. 

No, you couldn’t cum yet. Not before he could even put one finger inside you. 

Your eyes snapped open when Hobie licked over the hickey on your neck, his warm tongue feeling like silk caressing over your skin as you whined. 

“God you’re so fuckin’ sexy - so wet already,” he murmured as he slid one of his fingers down your slit. You arched your back as he pushed your panties to the side, the air kissing your exposed folds as he slid his fingertip over the seam of your weeping hole. Your eyes rolled back as your boyfriend continued his relentless touch on your clit, your chest heaving at every soft stroke and swipe of his thumb. 

“H-Hobie,” you keened and squirmed as he continued to tease your slick entrance, slowly rubbing his finger up and down, back and forth. Hobie purred as he suckled on your neck, your body shivering as you threw your head against his bony shoulder. You gasped as you heard the slick “pop” of his lips leaving your skin, a fresh, tender hickey blooming across your neck. Your throat grew even tighter as he curled his finger against your entrance. 

“Gonna take it slow,” he rasped as he squeezed your breast again. You mewled and nodded, your head dizzy as your heart pounded inside your ears. Hobie smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before he sank his digit inside you. Your lips drew into a straight line as you felt your walls open up around him, the slight burn making you stifle a yelp. 

“Shhh, just relax, baby,” Hobie cooed while kissing your cheek. You swallowed and tried to take a deep breath, his long finger sinking even deeper inside you. You tried to stay still in his lap as he smeared some of your slick over your plush button before drawing slow, sloppy shapes around it. You parted your lips and moaned as you felt every ridge and curve of his digit caress your slick, gummy walls, the slight sting of the stretch melting into pleasure with each inch he sank inside of you. 

You gasped when Hobie’s digit bottomed out inside you, his finger knuckle-deep as he let you adjust to being stretched out. You released a shaky breath as he slowly began to pump his digit, his other hand gripping and teasing your tit as he kissed behind your ear. 

“You feel so good ‘n tight - bet you’d feel heavenly wrapped around my cock,” Hobie rumbled as your cunt squelched lewdly with each thrust of his finger. The thought made you cry out in pleasure as he trailed his lips over your pulse once more. You bucked your hips forward as his finger continued to rub against your plush walls, each stroke leaving you more breathless than the last. 

“Mmmm Hobie,” you keened as he flicked his thumb against your clit, a spark of pleasure shooting through your core and turning your legs to jelly. Your jaw went slack when you felt another finger slowly slip inside you, stretching you in a painfully delicious way. 

“Am I hurtin’ you?” your boyfriend whispered as he continued his slow pace inside your cunt. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. Hobie cooed before he slowed to a stop, letting you adjust to two of his digits inside you. “You’re doin’ such a good job, baby girl,” he praised before peppering your cheek with soft kisses. “Takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well,” Hobie grunted, his thumb still working circles around your puffy bundle of nerves. 

“H-Hobieee,” you mewled and pushed your chest out. Your love sighed as he smirked against your ear. 

“You feel me there, love?” Hobie purred as he pushed his fingertips against your g-spot. You gasped as your eyes rolled back, your thighs trembling as you felt a wave of pleasure rush through your body. “Feel my fingers stuffed deep inside your tight, perfect cunt, hm?” he murmured before swiping his tongue behind your ear. 

“Y-Yes,” you nearly choked. Hobie grinned before he slowly began to thrust both of his digits in and out of you. Your legs shook as your walls fluttered around his long fingers, the burn once again melting into a mind-numbing pleasure as he pumped his digits inside your tight cunt. You bit your lip as a loud moan threatened to slip past your lips. You whined when he let his thumb up from your clit. 

“I don’t want you to hold back - make as much noise as you want. Let the whole bloody building know who’s makin’ you feel this good,” Hobie growled, his eyes lit with a burning lust as he moved his fingers even faster. You gasped before suddenly moaning, your sweet sounds bouncing off of the thin walls of your dorm as you felt him stroke deeper inside your dripping sex. 

“Yes!” you cried out while hooking your hands behind his neck. Your juices soaked his long digits, dripping down his knuckles and palm as you moved your hips with his thrusts. Hobie groaned as he pressed his thumb on your bud, his other hand now falling to your hip as he swiped his tongue across the shell of your ear. 

“That’s it…that’s my good girl,” your love rumbled. You gasped when you felt your cunt suddenly clamp down on his digits, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. 

“H-Hobie!” you screamed as your pussy flooded his hand with your warm, slick cream. Hobie released a sound you’ve never heard him make: a mix of a feral growl and a sultry moan as he continued to rub his fingers along your pulsing walls. 

“God, you look so pretty when you cum,” he murmured while gently pressing down on your spongey g-spot. You moaned as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably as your soft mewls filled the room. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped as your high began to fade. You panted wildly as your vision began to clear, your heart still racing as you began to relax in his hold. You blushed when you felt how wet his hand was against your burning sex as he kept his fingers stuffed between your raw, sensitive walls. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” your boyfriend whispered. Hobie cooed as he slowly pulled his digits out of your soaked pussy, your hole puckering as soon as his fingertips slipped out of you. He gently kissed your temple as hot tears of post-coital bliss trickled down your cheeks. “You feelin’ alright?” Hobie asked. You sniffed and nodded, your mind swimming in a sea of pleasure as you gasped for air. 

“Y-Yes, just need to catch my breath,” you panted. Hobie hummed as he patted your hips. The two of you sat in silence for a while, simply soaking in each other’s presence as the sun dipped behind the line of trees beside your dorm. You soon found your eyelids growing heavy as you relaxed on his lap. Hobie sighed before kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“Feel any better?” he chuckled with a smirk. You grinned and returned his kiss, letting your lips linger on his before resting your forehead against his neck. 

“Much better,” you giggled softly.  ————

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[sillyblues]

the ocean and the wind. (4)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: tonowari is the ocean and ronal is the wind. where does it leave you?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: you guys thank you SO MUCH for your support!! wth i received like a lot of notes after just hours of posting it and its is still growing!! i can't believe it wth you all got me blushing and giggling. as thanks, part 4 will not be the final part anymore! you'll have at least two more parts i think but you'll be getting more than what i initially planned for totw. ily guys sm MWA hope you guys enjoy xoxo

part 1 ✩ part 2 ✩ part 3 part 4 (here!) ✩ part 5 ✩ part 6 ✩ part 7 (final part)

Tonowari loves you like the ocean.

He could barely remember how he gained his first consciousness, awakening into the reality of his surroundings and of himself. He could barely remember his first memories of the land, how the grassy soil and the crumbly sand feels under the pads of his feet or how the air travels through his lungs as he breathes in and out. He could barely remember his first memories of the sea, how the water felt on his skin as it envelops his body or what the reefs looked like as a young child.

But he remembers you.

He remembers how he first met you, so very shy as you hid behind your parents’ legs. Your family and he knew each other personally. Your father is the Olo’eyktan’s right-hand hunter and warrior and your mother is the Tsahik’s friend and a teacher of the way of the water of the clan. He and your parents found it best to introduce both you and him to each other and to this day, he thanks Eywa and them for allowing him to meet you.

You covered yourself with your father’s large tail, letting it drip over your head and conceal your figure from the eyes that looked at you. Even so, it did not hide your big eyes as you peeked out ever so slightly and met his stare that looked at yours with wonder and curiosity. 

Your mother laughed before kneeling down to coax you out of your hiding and his parents let out a chuckle, his own mother teasing him to be cute as you.

You refused your mother, with whimpers and big tears that welled up in your eyes. You shook your head to the side, away from your mother. Your father crouched as well and opened his arms to comfort your tiny sobs. Panic blew up inside him. Was he that scary? Was he that terrifying?

“I’m sorry,” he suddenly blurted out.

You raised your head to look at him with wide eyes and a sniffle, a pause from your cries. Now, the eyes were on him. Everyone was awaiting his response and he felt that there was a slight weight on his shoulders. Was this how you felt back then when everybody was looking at you? He pushed the pressure he felt on the back of his head and focused on you, you who was looking at him with wonder and curiosity.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he continued unhurriedly, not wanting to scare you. He gripped his hand into a fist and hid it behind his back. He gave you a soft smile. “You don’t have to force yourself to meet us.”

You blinked slowly at his words. You were quiet as you stared at him. It wasn’t until you broke the silence that cut off his racing thoughts and heartbeat.

“You’re not scary.” You murmured.

At that, Tonowari’s eyes widened. His fist slowly loosed and fell to his sides. Joy burst in his heart and before he could stop it, it travelled throughout his body. He broke into a smile and grinned so hard that his cheeks hurt. His tail swayed and his ears tilted back just slightly.

He might not remember everyone and everything else back then but he remembers you and that for him, is more than enough.

Then, time passed by you two. You both grew up together and memories of you increased. He once thought that he might really not remember who he is or what outside of you is with you filling his head constantly, leaving little room for others to spare, but he also thought he is fine with that.

You are emotional, he concludes one night as he lays down with Ronal in his arms under the night sky and in the inner forests of the island. You are easily overwhelmed by your emotions. You are easily driven by your feelings.

He closes his eyes as he remembers how you joyously celebrated every single little thing that happened. A pretty little shell that you found? You let out a squeal and swayed your head and tail from side to side. He thinks you’re much prettier. 

A shoal of fishes that danced around you underwater? You smiled, enchanted by the view and beauty of Eywa before you. He thinks you’re much more enchanting. 

Berries that you picked and ate as you two did nothing all day but spend it with each other? You grinned, happy from its sweet and delicious taste and shared it with him. He thinks you’re much sweeter.

He opens his eyes, almost grinning at the memories of you. You were not with him as of that moment, but he could almost feel your presence. You and he were by each other's side all the time and even though he was alone, he didn't completely think you were away from him. Not only that, but Ronal is by his side.

Ronal is a surprise. Like how he and your parents brought him and you together, you brought her with you two together. When you introduced him to her, there was instant recognition between him and her. He knew her from the stories you told him, how shy she is underneath her intimidating exterior, how sweet she is through her actions rather than words, and how happy she made you. And he had a feeling she knew of him too.

It was thanks to you that talking with her was no problem at all. You helped him know how to understand better, how to not overwhelm her at first so she would not be suspicious of his well-intents, how to talk to her without saying the wrong thing but not treating her as if she was fragile, and how to include her in the adventures you all had and making her feel like she belonged with you all. 

It was thanks to you that getting close to her was no problem at all. You are mostly the subject of their conversation, how kind and so very sweet you are to both of them with the way you touch them so softly, how you heal them with your very presence that you being by their side is enough for the worries and stress to fade away from their classes, and how contagious your joy is that a simple smile from you is enough for them to smile as well.

It was thanks to you that they knew each other’s fondness and love for you.

From then on, their love for you blossomed into a love they have for each other as well. It was fast. Very fast that he is even surprised how he and Ronal manage to care for each other in just months. But he does not doubt. He does not doubt a love that is formed from yours.

“I wish [Name] was here.” Ronal suddenly murmurs against the skin of his chest.

“I know,” he places a soft kiss on her forehead. “I wish [Name] was here too.”

Tonowari wishes nothing more than to envelop you in his arms as well. To have you against the opposite side of Ronal and feel the breaths of your giggles against his chest. To have you touch him and twirl whatever you want on his skin. To have you kiss him and kiss you in return.

He wants nothing more than to outwardly express his affection for you. To do more than hugs under the name of friends. To see more of you. He wants nothing more than his emotions to roar out, its mighty waves loud and proud. Its endless water celebrates the freedom of passion that has been finally granted to him. Its animals and reefs dance in the festival of your name alongside his and Ronal’s own.

But he remembers you are emotional. If he told you how he feels, would you avoid him again? If he confesses his endless memories of you, would you turn away and hide from him? If his waves are finally free from the constrained cries of your love, would you be terrified and swim away in fear of drowning?

“Soon, we will tell them.” He is silent. Does he dare to risk it all?

“Soon,” Ronal rises from his embrace and looks at him pointedly. Under her gaze, he relents. He leads her head back to his shoulder and squeezes her hand thrice. 

“Soon.” He repeats with finality. Despite his initial hesitation, his heart beats loudly. He closes his eyes and sees not the sullen waves of the sea. He sees not the darkness of the limitless ocean. He sees not the sombre emptiness of the water that suffocates him out of his breath.

That night, he sees the peaceful and serene waves of the sea. He sees a colourful and magnificent ocean. He sees the vibrance and full of life of the water that leaves him breathless of its beauty.

That night, he dreams of you.

.

.

.

Ronal loves you like the wind.

Ronal could remember her childhood crystal clear. She could remember the first child she made cry and the panic she felt, the want to console them but not even knowing how to in the first place. She could remember the first hiss and snarl thrown at her and the fear that gripped her heart, the sob that escaped from her chest until it left her a puddled mess. She could remember her parents' tears and silent fury for her and the sense of uselessness, the feeling of worthlessness that she could nothing about herself and for them.

She could remember the prayer she chanted each day and night to Eywa. With eyes shut tightly and lips bit, she prayed for someone who could see her for herself. Someone who could hear her inner thoughts and what she wants to say with just one look because she herself does not know what to say. Someone who could stay by her side and mind not how she looks but how she acts. Someone who could see her.

From her earnest prayers and the Great Mother’s grace, She gave her Roa.

Roa is a Tulkun, her spiritual sister. She could remember how she met her. It was during an unsuspecting day when she isolated herself in her family’s pod as usual. Suddenly, the horns blared and bells clanged. The calls of her clan were loud and boisterous in joy and excitement.

“They have returned! Our brothers and sisters are finally here!” 

She was not unfamiliar with who they talking about. The Tulkuns. The spiritual brothers and sisters of their tribe. She had seen them multiple times before. Her mother and father proudly showed her off to their siblings and their family. Not only that but her mother told her stories of their history and how she and her siblings came to what they are now in the present. His father also told her of his sister, a mighty warrior of their clan and how she saved him from danger.

“Would you like to come with me or with your father?” Her mother knew she had yet to form a bond with a Tulkun so she brings her as she talks with her siblings or her father brings her with him to his sister. She refused, she didn’t want to see others with a friend, a spiritual bond, someone, by their side and be reminded of the fact that she had none.

Her mother did not pry and instead let out a hum as she looked at her with sadness and pity. She kissed her forehead and went out to them, leaving her alone once more. She was not unfamiliar with the empty and hollow feeling in her heart but she felt it sink deeper and its weight heavier than usual then.

Ronal let time pass by and the hours have then gone by. The moons have risen to their fullest and coated the sky dark and blue. The fire from the celebration of the tribe’s spiritual family’s return has become ashes. The winds slowed down and whispered and the waves returned to their dreamy sighs.  Only the bioluminescent of Eywa’s grace continued to glow and light the island. 

Normally, she would be asleep at this time. But that night, she was wide awake and energy that she hadn't felt in a long time coursed through her veins. She tried to ignore it, let the feeling bubble down and disappear. But the call was too strong, the sense of longing pulls her limbs to go outside and search. But search for what? She didn’t know.

So she did. Her Ilu was asleep in their pen and she would not wake it up for it would surely awake the others and alarm both of her parents. Without anyone by her side but the arms that guided her, hushed and murmured words that made no sense rang in her ear, she swam towards it.

She swam until she had forgotten the need to go back to the surface to breathe for oxygen. She swam until she had forgotten that she was so deep and far out into the sea. She swam and swam until she found the source of the call, which she later on realized was Eywa’s voice guiding her to her sister.

There, she found a Tulkun. She was large but compared to the others she had seen, she was small. The glow of the plants underwater shined brightly on her skin. She was alone but she did not seem lonely, as if she was waiting for someone.

It did not take a while until she took notice of her staring. She hummed in greeting. 

I see you.

Ronal felt tears coming out. Such a simple greeting but she waited for a long time to hear that from someone other than her parent. She waited for a long time to have a friend. She remembered the prayers she begged Eywa each day and She gave her a sister.

I see you, she signed back.

Now countless years later, she swims in place in front of her sister named Roa. Their return was announced not too long ago and she immediately swam to look for her. She had barely signed a word of greeting to her sister before she teased her with a song and looked at her with a sparkle in her eyes.

You have found someone, sister.

Do I look that obvious? she signed slowly. She looked at her with wide eyes, bewilderment across her features.

You are much clearer than the surface water of the sea, she chuckled. In embarrassment, she pats her sister away with a frown.

Two actually, she signed with her head rigid as she stared her sister straight in the eyes and lips pressed in a hard, thin line. I found two.

Tonowari is an oaf, but he is strong and wise. [Name] is stubborn, but she is kind and full of love.

But you are not happy. There is something wrong. She observes correctly. Ronal looks at her with a sense of helplessness for nothing could escape her keen eyes and nodded.

I am happy. Tonowari has already accepted me. But [Name]…her fingers slowly stopped. She does not know yet.

Roa gently swims back to the surface, letting herself and her sister breathe for oxygen. Ronal breathes with a silent gasp and swims to her body to hug her fin. Her hair long hair serves as a blanket over her body as she rests on her.

“I am scared, sister,” she admits. “I am scared to know if she does not see me.”

But Tonowari sees you, does he not? What makes you say that [Name] does not? Roa hums as she swims languidly on the surface. Ronal is silent. To have one accept her as someone more than just friends, to have courted her, to see her, is already a miracle. She cannot believe one more. The scars in her heart tremble and she clenches her fist over it.

Do you see her? she asks.

“I do.” Without thinking about it and with no hesitation, she instantly replies. Seeing her is not just enough to describe her affection [Name]. It is like a wind that sings and calls your name over and over again. It rustles and sways, hoping to find your being in its arms to hold and touch you. It wails and cries without you for it loses direction without you to follow.

Then trust yourself, her voice vibrates and shakes her out of her hesitation and doubts, Trust what you see in her and let her see you.

Trust that Eywa has answered your prayers once more.

As Ronal and Roa continue to swim unhurriedly, she feels not the turbulent and raging wind that painfully hits her. She feels not the cold wind that harshly nips her exposed skin. She hears not the sobs and whines of the wind.

As she swims, she feels the gentle breeze that caresses her. She feels the freshness of the wind that kisses her face with enough warmth. She hears the soft murmurs and cheers of the calm air.

As she swims, she feels you.

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[hypersonic04]

Cosy Sunday

hello everyone! sorry for being MIA for a while, please accept this fluffy, domestic, cosy one-shot as my apology. also, the reference to talent show results at the end is purely for my own comfort because watching strictly come dancing on a cosy winter evening is the light of my life. enjoy my darlings!

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I wake up to the sound of gentle cries from the crib next to our bed, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to gain an extra second of peace before the chaos of newborn-parent life begins. Before I can even get out of bed, I feel the mattress lift from behind me.

"I'll get her." He whispers to me as I turn my head, watching him lift her tiny body onto his chest. He shushes her, gently rocking her up and down, his hand nearly the entire size of her body.

"What time is it?" I squint to at the clock on the nightstand, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

"7AM, our girl slept all the way through." He smiles down at her as her small hands attempt to grasp at his bare chest. The combination of postpartum hormones and his gentle whispers to her make me emotional as I lie in bed, pulling the covers up under my chin and sniffling a little. He looks over to me and I smile sleepily.

"Do you want to sleep in mummy and daddy's bed, hm?" He says to her, lifting her up in front of him. Her feet scrunch up in her tiny onesie and he pouts at her, bringing her over to me.

He hands her over to me as he gets back into bed, sitting up and brushing a few strands of hair away from my forehead. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well, thank you, my love." I smile softly, also sat up now and cradling the baby as he kisses me gently.

We sit in silence for a while, the soft brush of his thumb against my arm comforting as we lie together. It's around half past eight when Ross gets out of bed and makes us both a coffee, bringing it upstairs and putting the latest episode of Bake Off on while I feed her. It's a chilly day, the middle of October in fact, the trees surrounding our house now a golden-brown colour. Our dog sleeps at the edge of the bed, wrapped up in the white duvet like a baby in his own right.

"Do you have any plans for today?" I ask as I stand up with her in my arms, walking around the room gently after her feed.

Even now, after being together all this time, I blush at the sight of him shirtless in bed. He's got the covers pulled over his lap, a mug looking ridiculously tiny in his hands, his dark eyes following me as I walk towards him.

"I don't think so, darling." He smiles up at me, taking my free hand in his as I stand next to the bed and pressing a firm kiss to my wedding-ring-adorned knuckle. "Why, what are you thinking?" He squints his eyes a little and I giggle at his attempt to read my mind.

"I'm thinking about going for a walk this morning, and then going for a Sunday roast."

"A walk and a roast with my girls? The dream." He jokingly swoons at the thought and I laugh at him, running my fingertips through his hair. "Here, let me take her while you get ready."

I put my playlist on and get ready in the en-suite, laughing to myself when I hear him singing along to the 90's boy band songs I have on. For my outfit of the day, I go for a chunky knit sweater and jeans, complete with a pair of boots.

"I didn't realise you were such an avid Boyzone fan." I giggle as I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, blending my make up as I watch him sing the lyrics to her.

"She's just like her Uncle Matty, she's trying to sing." He smiles, fingers gently combing through her thick, dark hair.

Once I'm ready, I take her from him and get her dressed as he does the same.

"Look how cute your daughter looks." I grin as he makes his way downstairs, putting her into the pushchair his mum and dad bought us. It's beautiful - cream with big wheels, perfect for days like today.

"Oh my god." He throws his head back dramatically when he sees her in a white, teddy-bear-material onesie, the hood pulled up with little ears on. "I was going to say how did we make something so cute, but she's half you, so it makes sense." He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and presses a kiss to my neck, making me blush and giggle at the same time.

"Ross, she's literally your carbon copy." I smile, resting head on his next to me.

"True, very true." He raises his eyebrows in agreement. "Come on, Ollie!" He says to the dog after a moment, putting his collar and lead on.

With that, we head out, Ross holding the dog's lead and me pushing baby in her pram. It's not too cold now, the sky clear and the sun shining. We head into the woods, smiling at other people on their Sunday morning walks. I laugh as Ross throws the ball for Ollie, his little legs moving faster than I've ever seen.

"Do you want me to push?" He asks, turning around to look at me with a smile. I grin, knowing that he's asking to push the pram, rather than offering.

"Yes, please."

We swap, my arm linked through his as we walk together, his eyes fixated on his little girl bundled up in front of him. I didn't think it was possible, but watching Ross become a dad has made me fall in love with him all over again.

I glance over at him and wonder how I got so lucky. He looks so broad and tall, the navy fleece sweater he's wearing really playing into the whole DILF thing. His hair is pulled back into a bun, his large hands holding onto the handle of the pushchair, and I have to avert my eyes before it becomes weird.

"I love you." I say, breaking the comfortable silence and kissing his sweater-covered bicep. He presses a kiss to the top of my head in return.

"I love you more."

"You're so good at this."

"At what? Pushing the pram?"

"No," I giggle. "Being a dad. Being a husband."

"It's only because of you." He glances down at me, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles gently. "It's only because I'm your husband, because she's our baby." I swallow deeply in attempt to not cry in the middle of our walk. "Plus, you're a great mum, so it's easy to be a parent when it's with you."

"Stop, I'm going to cry." I sniffle and he laughs loudly at my emotional instability. I smack his arm teasingly, crouching down to put Ollie's lead back on as we reach the main road and cross to go to the pub.

We order our lunches, Ross sat with a pint in front of him as he feeds the baby. I steal a sip as he does so, still not used to the privilege of being able to drink again.

The pub we're in is so cosy - dim lighting, candles lit and an autumnal wreath on the door, dog-friendly too with Ollie asleep under the table. I smile to myself when I spot an elderly couple sat across from us, holding hands as they have their Sunday lunch. I think about how that will be Ross and I someday, reminiscing on the days when we were recently married and parenting our first baby.

We eat our roast dinner as the baby sleeps in her pushchair, both of us checking on her every two minutes. Conversations of work gossip and the Netflix show someone recommended makes up our lunchtime discussions, the restlessness of our daughter being the only reason we don't end up staying here all night. Ross downs the last bit of his pint, standing up and heading over to the bar to pay the bill. I swaddle her in her blanket again, pressing a small kiss to her head before placing her in the pushchair. We leave and head back the same way we came, Ross holding Ollie for a little bit on the way back. I smile to myself at how he still babies his beloved boy, despite having an actual child now. I can hear him talking to him, kissing him and ruffling the curly hair around his ears.

It's nearly dark by the time we get back, around 5pm.

I hear him running the tiny baby bath upstairs as I empty the dishwasher from this morning, attempting to calm her little cries by pacing the hall with her.

"See, this one is when mummy and daddy got married," he stands in front of the picture frames on the wall, pointing to one from our wedding day. "Look how pretty mummy looks." He tilts his head to the side with a soft smile on his face, swallowing and blinking harshly. "And this one is all your uncles! Look at Uncle George, he looks so cool there."

I make my way upstairs and assist him in bathing her, getting her dressed and brushing her hair gently. She's sleepy from her bath, yawning and rubbing her face with her tiny, scrunched up hands. I settle her down in her crib, quietly closing the door to our bedroom behind me before making my way downstairs, now in pyjamas with my make up off and hair up.

Ross is sat in the sofa when I get downstairs, feet up and arms crossed as he watches the football scores from today.

"You're such a dad." I tease as I stand beside him, running my fingers through his hair and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He rests a hand on my hip, holding me to him for a few more seconds before pulling away.

"I know, right?" He laughs as I sit next to him, my legs pulled up to me as I rest my head into his side. He changes the channel and puts the results of some tacky talent show on, making me smile at the fact that I know he hates it but is willing to endure it for me. His arm around my shoulders holds me to him, his free hand offering me a chocolate button from the bag he's been hiding in the cupboard. I accept gladly, closing my eyes and sighing heavily.

"You okay?" He murmurs into my hair, his words muffled.

"Yeah, just really happy."

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 7

Time for photos followed by the reception! I love love ❤️

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Gracias: Thank you Te amo: I love you

The new Mrs and Mrs Romero took time in the garden following the service to take their official wedding photos.

For their photo in front of the church Keira lifted Marta up on her back causing the shorter woman to develop a case of the giggles. While Marta takes a moment to catch her breath Keira gets a photo with her two best men, Alexander and Joey.

Despite protests from her brothers Keira managed to get a photo with her siblings, and the boys weren’t picking on each other in it for once. Then away with the men! Kayleigh gets a photo of all of her daughters and daughters in law. Then Keira and Marta hold each other close for a photo with Keira’s parents. The lighting has been so good to us! I was so worried it would be raining hard here.

The party head to the back of the church where the reception has been set up. There the wonderful cake Stefan made is on display.

Marta: Carino, you remembered I wanted a pink one!

Keira: I did *starts speaking to the crowd* Alright everyone, thank you for joining me and my wife-

Everyone: *cheers*

Marta: *giggles* Gracias for joining us on this special day, and being part of a ceremony we will never forget

Keira: It’s time to do battle against this cake. Do you think me and my wife can win?

The audience laughs while Keira grabs the appropriate knife and waits for Marta’s hand to lay on top of hers.

Marta: *whispers* You ready

Keira: I’m ready. Here’s to our forever sweetheart

Together the pair guide the knife down the cake through the layers, working together to keep the cut on track. They finish to a round of applause which causes Marta to tear up again.

Keira: Are you alright? I’m worried you’ve cried out a lake since this morning

Marta: *sniffles* I’m just so happy

Keira: Make sure you have some water soon

Marta: *smiles* Is that your first wifely request?

Keira: Almost first. I would like to do the traditional feeding each other cake

The pair feed each other, taking care not to smudge their lipstick. They call guests for cake but many haven’t visited the church before and would rather head inside to get some photos with the decorations.

Keira: Thanks for coming Samir, I know crowds are not our thing

Samir: *chuckles* Not even a little

The pair walk over to where Marta is already chattering to Reece, the two of them sometimes speak so fast it’s hard for anyone else to keep up.

Reece: Hey Keira. Your vows were great by the way

Keira: Gracias. I was so worried I’d forget what I’d written, especially when I saw how beautiful my wife looks

Marta: *blushes* One day we’ll get tired of saying wife in every second sentence

Reece: I doubt it. I never get tired of saying Samir is my boyfriend

Samir smiles proudly while the women tuck into their wedding cake.

Then it’s time for the first dance to begin. Marta begins to sway before the music even starts and Keira smiles. She’s glad she married such a spirited woman.

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

🎶Everything looks different now🎵 🎵All this time my head was down🎶 🎶He came along and showed me how to let go🎵 🎵I can't remember where I'm from🎶 🎶All I know is who I've become🎵 🎵That our love has just begun like oh🎶

Keira: So our forever starts now

Marta: *smiles* It started when we met but this has been a lovely highlight

🎶You give me chills and I can't imagine you leaving🎵 🎵If I could build a perfect person honestly you would be it🎶 🎶And you know nobody knows you like I know you🎵 🎵I can't wait to come back home so I can hold you🎶

Marta: Te amo

Keira: I love you to

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

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[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of Us - Dada

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY H! WE LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!

February 1, 2023.

Harry. Palm Springs, California. 8:45 AM.

I let out a deep breath as I was pulled out from the deep slumber I had fallen once I returned to our rented home from the arena, and as I laid there I smiled when I remembered what I had been dreaming about; two girls sitting in a swing set while Y/N pushed them, and little squeaks and laughs could be heard everywhere.

I was still in shock with the fact that we were having another little girl joining us sooner rather than later, and things were starting to move faster than I was able to comprehend. I reached across the bed hoping to find a warm body lying there, maybe even two, but to my surprise the bed was cold and empty.

I stretched myself before getting out of bed and putting on my slippers and opening the blinds, the air had a certain chill, but the weather was still warm and very enjoyable. As I made my way downstairs I smiled when I heard Bluey playing on the tv and I could smell the egg frittata and something sweet cooking.

When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I smiled so big because right in front of me was everything I have always wanted; a baby sitting in her highchair eating some fruit, and a hot sexy wife who was carrying our second little girl cooking breakfast for us.

I walked to where my Missus was standing and kissed her cheek, she smiled before turning and giving me a peck before whispering, “Hi baby! Happy birthday husband of mine!”, I smiled and continued to peck her lips while we laughed a little, “Thank you my lovely wife, you look so beautiful this morning”

She smiled and I saw a blush decorate her cheeks, “You’re too sweet baby; breakfast is almost ready and before you go there, we have a very moody miss today, Bluey is her only friend at the moment, so maybe have your coffee before saying good morning?” I laughed, of course Pippa would be moody when hungry just like her parents.

I nodded and reached for the coffee pot sitting beside her, after taking a sip I ran a hand down her belly, “And this miss? Is she moody today?”, she laughed, “No, she’s being an angel today, I think she’s saving her energy for daddy’s big show tonight huh?”, I kissed her forehead and took another sip of my coffee.

After breakfast was done, we took it out to the patio where she had set a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday Daddy!’ with some balloons, there was a vase with hydrangeas and a card with two tiny handprints which I already knew would find its way to my journal. Once we were ready, we went back inside.

As soon as we made our way back in Pippa stopped paying attention to her TV show and smiled before waving and saying “Mama! Mama!”, we both laughed while we started making our way to her; we had been trying to get her to say dada for a while now, but she refused to acknowledge her favorite parent. Maybe one day.

Once she realized I was standing behind Y/N, her eyes gleamed again before she banged her hands on the tray table before screaming out “Dada!”, as soon as the words left her tiny lips I stopped on my tracks, and Y/N did too before she reacted and reached for the baby who was now begging to be held.

I was still in shock when she started making her way with Pippa to me before whispering, “Who’s that baby? Huh? Who’s that?”, Pippa smiled before turning to look at me and reaching out while screaming “Dada!”, I sniffled before pulling her into my arms and kissing her temple.

I had always imagined the emotions I would feel when she called me her dad, but nothing would ever compare to what I was feeling right now while I cuddled my baby while I cried my eyes out after hearing her calling me dad. We stayed like that for a few moments, and as in sync we both pulled back and pressed our foreheads together, she smiled and said once more, “Dada”, I sniffled and kissed her nose before whispering “Hi baby girl, I love you”

I turned to look at Y/N who also had some tears in her eyes and sniffled before coming to stand next to us before kissing my peck and whispering, “Is this the bestest birthday present ever?”, I laughed, sniffled, and nodded, “This is everything I could ever wish for my 29th birthday baby”

From H 🤍 to Friends & Fam (9:15 AM): Guess who just said Dada 🥹

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[nothingwronghere]

Purple Snail

(what Shangque does when he isn't by Dongfang Qingcang's side)

A child cried. It wasn’t loud or annoying, instead it was a quiet sobbing that came from a small nook behind a statue.

Shangque walked over and knelt down.

The child was a bit dirty, hair ruffled, and clothes torn on one side. It didn’t seem to be hurt at first glance, still the dragon wanted to find out where the tears stemmed from.

“Hey. What’s the matter?”

Instantly, the sobbing stopped and wide, watery eyes stared at him. The child blinked, then smiled a bit wobbly. “Oh, hello dragon.” The smile was replaced with a little frown. “I apologize for disturbing you.”

“No need to apologize. Why are you crying?”

The kid sniffled a bit, then wiped nose and cheeks with one sleeve. “I lost my cuddly toy somewhere in the woods. My friends and I searched for it, but then we had to return to the caste. We are not allowed to stay outside after it has gotten dark.”

A very sensible rule, Shangque thought. “Your cuddly toy?”

“Yeah. It is a purple snail.” As if embarrassed about it, the kid blushed.

Shangque never had had a cuddly toy, his childhood hadn’t been that nice. That was one of the reasons why he always made sure the children in the palace had a good life. Which included them getting their cuddly toys back. “I will take a look around the woods. Where have you been playing today?”

The child described the places and the dragon was sure he knew where the kids had been. Still, it took him hours to run through the forest and check every possible place (including a wide radius around).

In the end, he found a family of wolves playing with the purple snail, the animals delighted about their find. The dragon growled at them. Kind of, it was the closest to a growl he could make with his human throat.

The wolves froze, but none dared to oppose him. So Shangque stepped closer and plucked the snail from the ground where it had been dropped. It was a bit dirty and more than a bit wet. At least it was in one piece, which was a wonder considering wolves had buried their sharp fangs into it.

Shangque couldn’t return the cuddly toy in the state it was, which meant he had to make a detour through the palace laundry. After some begging (no growling would ever work here, the palace laundry knew that they would get into more trouble if they didn’t have the Moon Supreme clothes ready in time (or worse, Lord Xunfeng’s)), the snail was washed thoroughly.

Dripping wet, a servant held it out for Shangque to take. The servant smiled, she had decided on her own that the few minutes to clean the cuddly toy of a sad child was no problem and wouldn’t matter in the long run. “We don’t want our kids to be sad. And they always like when you help them, dragon Shangque. You are their hero, I wouldn’t want to taint that reputation of yours.”

Before he could answer (though he didn’t know what to say, he a hero among the children, ridiculous), she rushed off to tend to the pile of laundry in the back of the room.

Shangque couldn’t return the cuddly toy in the state it was, dripping wet, so he decided the fastest way to dry it was to fly as fast as possible while holding the snail into the wind. It dried astonishingly easily that way but it also ruffled the pelt of the toy terribly.

Shangque couldn’t return it in the state it was, ruffled and mussy, so he went to the palace maids. They always knew how to braid and comb the Moon Supreme’s hair until it shone and flowed down his back like liquid. They would know how to deal with a dishevelled cuddly toy.

The gaggle of maids laughed at Shangque as he asked them to tidy up the purple snail. “Mighty general, is this yours?” “The black dragon cuddles with stuffed toys?” “A dragon and a snail, how adorable!”

Shangque blushed, but didn’t bother to correct them. They were talking too fast and all at the same time, they wouldn’t listen anyway. But they did wonders with the snail, they even mended a small hole he hadn’t noticed before.

When he got the cuddly toy back, it was perfect. Clean, dry, repaired and combed. It smelled nice, too, though he wasn’t sure the kid would appreciate that very much. It was not too much and the dragon decided it wouldn’t matter.

Now he only had to go in search for the child. It was deep in the night by now, all kids in their beds, which meant he had to visit the servant quarters and ask for the kid.

Only a few servants were still awake when he entered, but they all knew which child had been searching for a purple snail.

A woman led him to a bed, where three kids lay cuddled together and yes, one of them was the one Shangque had met earlier (now cleaned up and with mended clothes). Carefully, he laid the purple snail next to the child on the bed. With a nod to the woman, he left. He should get a few hours sleep himself, he had to be up early again, as usual.

[hanzhen0506]

Hold On for a Little Longer

Hello! Its Zhan! This imagine is inspire by their courage video. I honestly love how cute Youngjae was but Kyungmin playing piano though? As a pianist, im amazed. Oh and Kyungmin and Jihoon being the ones who werent that scared compared to Hanjin and Youngjae is impressive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kyungmin are known to be the couple who dont want to admit that they are a couple. I mean- everybody could see it, even the teacher. You like each other and yet you both dont want to confess thinking that “he/she doesnt like me back.” And everybodys like ??? So the whole class devised a plan. That is where you, Kyungmin and the whole class are, a haunted house carnival. The rule is simple, escape the house in pairs of 2. Surprise surprise, you got paired up with Kyungmin. “Y/n, lets do our best!” He cheered and you trembled giving him a thumbs up.

You entered the house and went to your first place, told to complete a puzzle. Suddenly the light turn off and the corner light up showing a ghost, none of you were scared but more to startled. He held your hand tightly, staring at the ghost while you complete the puzzle. The next spot is a music room and the music sheet is a riddle. Once you answered (which is to play a song). Kyungmin volunteered to play the piano. “Kyungmin-ah,” you said, hurriedly sitting down beside him as he played a song in the piano. Then a ghost suddenly appeared in the instrument, you scream seeing it while Kyungmin held on to you tightly. The said ghost gave you a map and you both left the room feeling tense. Kyungmin didnt stop hugging you and you hold his hand as you slowly went to the bedroom.

The flickering light in the corner of the room indicates the next quest but you were hesitant to go, “Hold on, let me do it then.” He said grabbing a letter, another ghost suddenly went out of the closer furniture near you and you panic and hold on to Kyungmin, you were so scared that your knees went weak and he panicked trying to hold you up. “WAAAA FUCK YOU GHOST GET OUT, KYUNGMIN-AHHHH” You cried out, while Kyungmin laugh at your reaction. “You heard what she said, leave!” He joked and the ghost complied.

“I cant do thissss” You begged hugging his waist as you squat on the floor. “Hold on a little longer, let me read the paper.” Kyungmin said, squatting next to you as he reads. You circled your arms around his neck as you sob while he pat your head. “Hold on for a little longer y/n”

“What do we have to do now.” You sniffle, looking up and he smile. “This.” He peck your lips and you were stunned in place. “W-what was that for???” You blush. “I like you too, y/n”

“H-huh?” He showed you the letter, it was actually your letter about your feelings towards him. You reach the later to take away but he refused and stumbled back. “Stop! That’s embarrassing!”

“No its not! Listen, ‘I think what made me like Kyungmin the most would be his warmth. Its something so comfortable that it doesnt even to be physical either.’ See? Thats sweet!” “W-whatever..” You said hiding your face in his neck. “So what should we do now?”

“I guess go outside through the front door?”

“Hm.. Kyungmin?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I think I cant walk anymore.. my legs feels weak.” He laughed at your body being too scared to move and he got into action. Putting your letter into his pocket and carrying you like a toddler. Then another ghost scared Kyungmin making him scream and run, him screaming makes you scream and held to him tightly as you both were being chased by the ghost.

You finally got outside of the house and you can hear everybody cheering from outside. He put you down carefully and you hid behind him, flustered. “So are you finally dating?” One of your friend ask, Kyungmin pulled you beside him as he rest his hand on your shoulder. “Should we?” He ask and you nod with a grin, he smiled back and cups your face kissing you once again.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter zero

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

july 31st, 2018

LAX

orion

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"Boys, time to board. Say your goodbyes." Matt, the band manager calls out. Really, he's only talking to Calum. Sierra and Crystal are joining the band for the start of the tour, while I'm the only one staying in LA.

Calum pulls me tighter into his chest, smoothing over the back of my hair. I'm crying and can feel wet splotches on his sweatshirt where my tears have fallen. I squeeze him as tight as I can, wishing more than anything that the situation was different.

"I'll see you when I get back," he says, his eyes swimming with a few tears he'd never let fall. "I love you."

I can't bring myself to lie and say he'll see me. I can lie by omission, but flat out lying is harder. Words just get caught in my throat. "I love you." There are a lot of other things I'd like to say, but I leave them unsaid, packed away in my brain, where they should be... where they won't hurt anyone except for me.

He peels back from our embrace just enough to kiss me. He wipes away my tears with his thumb and gives me a small smile. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, even when you're crying."

I blush and scrunch up my nose. "Flattery isn't getting you anywhere today, babe." Cal playfully recoils a bit, acting like that bruised his ego. "I love you. Go, board. I'll be cheering you on every night."

Calum kisses me once more and I try to memorize every detail of this moment. I try to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut that's begging me to wonder if this will be our last kiss. I can't think like that. Not yet, anyway. I memorize the way his chapped, but still so soft lips feel against mine and the weight of his hands on my cheeks.

"I love you so much. I'll call you when we land, okay?" He plants a kiss on my nose. "Did I mention I love you?"

I smile—a real, toothy smile. I even roll my eyes a little. Even in moments like these, he still finds ways to make me happy. "No, don't think so."

He feigns fake hurt. "I did!"

"Go." I gently push his chest.

Calum sighs. "I'm gonna miss—"

"Cal, mate, we've really gotta go," Ash comes up behind him and puts his hand on Calum's shoulder. He gives me a sad smile. I make eye contact with him and try to telepathically say 'don't forget your promise.'

"It's not easy to say goodbye to the love of your life, dude!" Calum yells to Ash. It feels like stab in my chest.

"She also literally just told you to go!"

"I'm gonna miss you too, babe. Now go!" I quickly peck him on the lips one final time before I unwrap my arms from around him and take three steps back. Cal looks at me sadly. "Go!" I urge again, laughing through my tears.

He slumps his shoulders a bit and ruffles his hand through his hair. "Fine, okay, I'll go."

I blow him a kiss and watch him shuffle sadly to the exit of the fancy private suite LAX had prepared for the band. I then realize everyone else is still here, waiting for their chance to say goodbye to me.

The next few moments are just more hugs and I'll miss you's, Crystal and Sierra giving me empathetic gazes and arm squeezes. I wish the boys luck and usher them to follow Calum.

"Go, go, go, I love you all and will miss you but you're going to Japan for crying out loud! Go have fun!"

Mike and Luke, along with their girlfriends and the rest of the band's crew, leave the room, but Ash stays behind. He pulls me into a bone crushing hug as soon as it's just the two of us. Before I know it I can feel his body quiver as he cries.

"Ash, please don't," I whisper, not wanting to start sobbing.

I'm met with sniffles and gasps and he tries to pull it together enough to say something.

"I love you, O. We all do. I know I promised, it's just—"

I step back from our hug.

"No. You promised." My words are harsh, cold almost. I'm not sure how I'm managing to look him dead in the eye and not crumbling in this moment, but I'm sternly staring into Ash's eyes like an angry teacher.

Ashton gives me what might be the world's saddest smile. "I know. I promised. I won't break our promise; it's not my place to do it. But god, O, I wish you'd tell him."

I look away. "I know you do. But I'm not going to. Maybe after the tour, we'll have to see how treatment goes."

He stops and starts saying something in reply a few times before Matt pops his head back into the room. "Ash, she's not even your girlfriend, wrap it up my man."

I smile at Matt before he exits again.

"I love you. Call me if you need anything — and I mean it. Anything."

I nod, knowing I'm not planning on sharing any of the nitty gritty with Ashton. I don't want him to worry more than he already will be worrying. "Of course. Love you too, now go!"

As Ashton leaves me in silence, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Calum.

From: bass boy 💕

i love love love you. i wish you could come with us, maybe next tour? you say the word and i'll fly you out wherever and whenever you want. i miss you already. xxx

read chapter one

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a/n: uh, is this thing on?

hi. my name is zoe and i wrote a fanfic called "maybe" like 5 years ago (among many others) on wattpad but then i deleted my wattpad 3 years ago, and now i guess i'm re-entering the fanfic world? apparently?? anyway, i'm rewriting "maybe" and that's what this is but this time on tumblr bc no one is on wattpad anymore it seems.

this will feature cal's POV and bounce back in forth in time/place but i'll try to make it as clear as i can!!!

i love you all and thank you for being here <3

let me know if you have any thoughts or remember my old fics hehe

[indefinite-space]

After Hours

Triggers: Toxic Family, Gross Sobbing

Summary: Impact High School has its ups and its downs, but janitor Xiao has never comforted a crying teacher before. Seems there’s a first time for everything.

There’s nothing more painful or exhausting than receiving a call from someone in your family. Unlike most of the people that work in Impact High, you’ve never had a good relationship with your parents - let alone any of your siblings - but maybe, just maybe it hurts when your mother only calls to antagonize you. She comes up with a new routine every time too, and your fresh material for the day is how much of a disappointment you are. If only she had done better as a mother, maybe you wouldn’t have turned into an academic failure and the laughing stock of the family.

“Thanks, Mom,” Is all you manage to say before you hang up the phone. You don’t think you can last another second listening to her prattle about her disgust for you. It’s becoming quite the chore and you’re not sure that you want to continue it.

Then somewhere in your fragile -- too loving -- heart, the weight of your toxic family becomes too heavy for you to keep a farce up. Maybe it’s not your best moment to have a mental breakdown in the break room during school hours, but you do. You cry fat, ugly tears and your nose becomes full of snot. Luckily, you think as you reach for a napkin to blow it, nobody walks in to witness your severe depressive spell.

And it seems that divinity mocks you, because only seconds later Xiao -- the janitor -- walks through the doors and freezes at your teary-eyed expression, and the way you clench to the napkin in your hands like you’d much rather disappear. You were so sure that you were the only one still on campus, but of course you weren’t. Way to go.

“...I’ll leave,” He starts awkwardly, but you shake your head. You’re not about to scare him out of the break room when he’s clearly in need of, well, a break. You can see the sweat that lines his brow from all of his hard work and motion for him to come in, then blow your nose again and get rid of the offending tissue in the closest bin.

“You’re fine,” You say out of habit. “I was just... testing the capabilities of a napkin.”

“...”

“Obviously the napkin is a rough choice, if you want to blow your nose,” You continue as awkwardly as he stands there, and the room fills with a suddenly tense energy that you inwardly flinch at. Why are you so... you? Maybe your mother was right.

No, no. Don’t go there, or you’ll cry--

Before you can stop yourself, more tears well up in your eyes and leak down your rosy cheeks. Xiao looks genuinely shocked, and a bit concerned as he observes your shuddering body and the sudden onslaught of ugly sobs that echo into his ears. You try to apologize to him for the inconvenience of it all, but the only thing you think he hears is how sorry you are. His mouth presses into a thin line and he looks ready to scold you, but you’re taken aback when he reluctantly lifts a hand and brings it to your shoulder, patting you gently.

“Don’t apologize,” Is all he says at first.

You nod, your cries dying down into soft sniffles. Xiao’s eyes narrow in piercing thought, then he awkwardly shuffles from foot to foot.

“If you... need someone, I’m here.”

Your eyes widen, but you’re nodding before you can stop yourself. Even though you won’t burden him with your current predicament, just knowing someone is willing to lend an ear is enough to bring you happiness. You’re a little less sad when you go to retrieve a napkin, blowing your nose, then throw that one away too.

“Thank you, Xiao. I appreciate it,” You say, and you can’t be quite sure in the lighting of the room, but you think you may see him blush.

“Welcome,” He replies gruffly. “Now I’m going to eat. You can either join me or leave,” He says, reverting back to the usual grumpy demeanor you usually see from him. You can’t help how you smile as you say you’ll join him and sit down.

You don’t say that you already ate, and he doesn’t ask. He just lets you speak, and it slowly turns from one of the worst days you’ve had at Impact High to one of the best.

AN: I had this in my drafts for a literal year. Oops.

[harryfeatgaga]

ik you're at stinky evil work rn but i finally finished so here's a little treat for when u get home

today im thinking about being besties with harry so ofc you're the first one he comes to when his gf breaks up with him ☹️ they were together for a really long time so you know he must be really hurting ☹️ he comes to your house and you can tell he's been crying, so you open your arms and he hugs you so tight ☹️ he's shaking a little bit so you can tell he's crying again but you don't say anything ☹️ his voice is shaking when he says "I'm really sad" and you're rubbing slow circles on his back saying "I know" ☹️ and you lead him inside ☹️ he lays on your chest on the couch for a while, you're playing with his hair bc you know he likes it ☹️ neither of you say anything for a long time, but eventually it's getting late and he shifts around a bit so he can sit up and look at you and he says "can I stay here tonight?" in such a small voice and of course you say yes ☹️ he's heading to your guest room but you stop him and say "you could come to my room, if you want?" and he looks so happy ☹️ he cuddles so close to you all night and once he falls asleep you're admiring how pretty he looks, even when his eyes are a little puffy and his nose is red ☹️ in the morning he's up before you as always and he's making your favorite breakfast ☹️ he hugs you again and says "thank you for last night, i really- i needed that" and you say "of course, any time" ☹️ you tell him he can stay for as long as he needs, so for the next few days he's at your house and you're both so happy to be together ☹️ he loves cooking for you and watching tv with you and just being around you ☹️ and you sleep together every night, you've told him that he can stay in the guest room if he wants but he says he sleeps so much better next to you ☹️

after a while he's basically moved in with you and you're doing everything together ☹️ and soon he starts to feel better and you've never been happier to see him healing ☹️ he smiles more and he doesn't have so many nights where he cries on you, he's just really doing better ☹️ you tell him that one day, saying you're so happy he's feeling better and looking happy again and he smiles saying "that's only cause you helped me" and you rest your head on his shoulder ☹️he says "there is one thing though... I can't really... i don't know" and you sit up to look at him saying "can't what?" and he's avoiding your eyes saying "nothing, nevermind" but now you're curious so you say "no, what is it? you can tell me" and all the sudden he's blushing so you're like ?????? and finally he mumbles "I can't have sex" and you're still like ?????? so finally he meets your eyes and says "I can't... have sex" and you're like "oh.... okay?" and he says "I know it's weird but like... she was the only one i was with for a really long time, and i haven't been with anyone else, and i think i won't be able to... with someone else if I want to" and he looks kind of embarrassed to be saying all this but you nod and say "I get that, it actually makes a lot of sense" and he says "yeah" quietly ☹️ you say "it's not gonna feel like that forever, you know? it gets easier, and when it's the right person you'll know you're ready" and you can see his eyes watering ☹️he says "are you sure?" and his voice breaks a little, so you lean in to hug him again and say "I'm sure" ☹️ he sniffles a few times and says "you better be right" and you laugh saying "I'm always right, don't you know that by now?" and he just nods a little ☹️

a few nights later you're sleeping together as always, you fall asleep before him and since you're all pressed up against him he starts feeling a little..... you know 😌 and he immediately feels horrible for thinking that about his best friend but he truly just can't help it 😌 he's thinking about getting up to take care of himself so he doesn't bother you but before he can even move you're shifting around, accidentally pressing against him more and he's biting his lip trying not to make any noise 😌 then you're awake and sitting up, rubbing your eyes saying "what's the matter?" when you see that he's awake, he just says "no, nothing, nothing I'm fine" but he looks a little off so you're all "no, what is it?" and he looks sooo guilty but you see him glance down at his lap so you look down too and you see how hard he is 😌 he's apologizing saying "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to i just- you were kind of rubbing on me and you're so pretty and i-" and you cut him off saying "it's okay, it's no big deal, I promise" but he's getting out of the bed saying "I'm so sorry, I'm just going to go to the guest room i don't-" but you cut him off again saying "i've- I've had thoughts about you too" and that stops him so fast, he turns around and says "please don't, don't lie to me to make me feel better" and you shake your head saying "I'm not lying, I don't lie to you" and he just looks sooooo unsure what to do so you stand up and walk over to him until you're so close you're almost touching but not quite, and you say "I think about it when you're showering, and when we lay so close together at night, and when..." and you stop, his breath is shaking when he says "when what?" and you finally look up at him saying "when i touch myself" and he thinks he's never been harder in his life 😌 he's breathing so hard when he says "i really want to kiss you right now" and you say "then do it" and before you can even move he's on you 😌 he takes your face in his hands and kisses you like it's all he's wanted for his whole life 😌 he moans into your mouth and he's trying to pull you closer and it's just so desperate 😌

then he's walking you back to the bed and falling on top of you so he can really kiss you 😌 he's grinding on you and working his way down your neck and making you feel just as desperate as he is 😌 he murmurs "I'm so fucking hard right now" and that's when you realize he's actually like really into you, but you're worried he's still upset about his ex so you put your hands on his arms and say "harry i don't know if we should, you're sad and i don't want it to be-" and he's shaking his head, he says "I was, I was so sad but you made me feel better, don't you get that? you always make me feel better" and that's all it takes for you to be pulling him up for another kiss 😌 his lips are brushing yours when he says "if you don't want to, then of course not, but if you're worried about me... you don't have to be" and you can still feel how hard he is so you're shaking your head saying "of course I want you, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember" and he kisses you before you can even finish talking 😌 he's grinding on you and you're raising your hips up to meet his and he moans against your lips saying "please let me touch you" and you're a little bit hesitant saying "i haven't had anyone do that in a little while i haven't- shaved, or anything i don't know-" but he's soooo desperate saying "I don't care, I don't care at all i just- I want to make you feel good, you've helped me so much and made me feel so good so i want to return the favor" and well you've heard lots of rumors about his talent so you nod 😌 he's leaving messy kisses down your body, pulling your sleep shorts off and running his tongue over anywhere he can reach 😌 he murmurs "i want to take my time with you, and i promise I'll do that later, but right now I just want to make you cum... can I do that?" and you gasp out a yes 😌 he uses his thumbs to spread you open and he wastes no time 😌 he's going straight for what he knows is good and what he knows will get you off 😌sucking on your clit and humming so you can feel the vibrations and it drives you crazy 😌 you're gripping at his hair and your back arches but he just grips your hips tighter to keep you still 😌 and he soooo clearly knows what he's doing bc he gets you there faster than you've ever felt and soon you're gasping his name and pushing him closer 😌 and he does notttt let up he just wants to make you cum so bad 😌 soon you're pulling him away bc it's too much and he definitely gives you one last kiss on your clit before he comes back up 😌 you're breathing so hard but you manage to say "oh... my god" and he's just a little bit smirky 😌

he's all "yeah? was that good?" and all you can do is nod 😌 he says "that's good" and you nod again 😌 when you can breathe again your hand starts sliding down his chest but he grabs your wrist, and when he meets your eyes he says "if you- if you do that I'll cum" and you smile a little saying "isn't that the point?" and he says "no... because i want you" and you nod, saying "there's condoms in the nightstand" and he's looking at you so intensely 😌 he says "you sure?" and you say "I'm sure... are you?" and he smiles a little saying "I've never been more sure" 😌 he says "I think... you're the right person, and I feel ready" and you're all "ohhh, so you do know I'm always right!" and he laughs, leaning his head on your shoulder and saying "I guess so" and leaving a few kisses on the skin there 😌then he's moving to dig around the nightstand and you're like oooooh okay this is rlly about to happen 😌 he gets all situated and then asks you again, saying "you're sure?" and you nod, he can tell you're serious so he settles himself over you and reaches down 😌 definitely uses his fingers a little to make sure you're ready for him, but soon you're getting impatient so he says "you'll tell me if it hurts at all?" and you nod, and finally fiiiiinally he pushes in 😌 your jaw drops bc he's bigger than you realized and he tucks his head in your neck trying so hard to keep himself together 😌 he's shaking from how bad he wants to move and soon you're digging your nails into his back saying "please move, I'm good I just need you to move" and your cut yourself off with a moan when he does just that 😌

his head is still in your neck and he's basically whimpering saying "feels- you feel so good" and you're feeling the same😌 he's so big it almost hurts but mostly it just burns in a good way and he's reaching places you didn't even know existed, and he reaches down to press gently on your lower stomach and you almost scream 😌 he says "right there? feel me right there?" and you nod, grabbing his arm to hold him in place bc it feels soooooo good 😌 then he's reaching down to run his fingers over your clit again and it's so good and so sensitive since you've already finished so you're squirming a little and gasping his name but he's shushing you saying "I know, feels good hm?" and all you can do is nod 😌soon you're saying "i think- I'm close again, I'm gonan-" and he leans down to kiss you, but you're really just moaning into his mouth while you cum around him 😌 as you're coming down you feel him moving a little faster and he says "make me feel so good, I'm not gonna last" and you're still shaking from how intense it was but you reach up to curl your fingers in his hair and move him so you can whisper in his ear "i want you to cum in me" and then he's gripping your hips, pulling your skin flush against his so he'll be so deep and crying out as he cums 😌 he falls on top of you and he's breathing even more heavily than you are and you're both staring into space just trying to process how good that was 😌 after a minute of silence he turns his head to kiss your neck gently and says "i love you, you know that?" and you nod, playing with his hair just how he likes and you say "I love you too" and he lets out a happy little sigh saying "that's good" and then you're just laying together feeling so warm and relaxed and in love 😌

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