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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 10 - Shooting Star (Part 1)

We finally made it...we’re in the endgame now...

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Translation Notes

1. My Grandfather’s Clock is a popular song written by Henry Clay Work in 1876. The 2002 version by Ken Hirai was especially popular in Japan

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January 3rd, 5 a.m.

Yuki was in a dimly lit room in the Ashihara Ryokan. He changed into his Kansei University uniform and jersey and picked up his bench coat.

Two hours had already passed since Yuki woke up. After breakfast and a bath courtesy of the ryokan that took place at a time that could be better called late night, Yuki returned to the room where he had spent the night once the food in his stomach digested properly.

It was a night where he wasn’t sure if he had slept or not. However, his mind was clear and lucid. Excitement and tension became sharp blades that pared his body, and he felt somewhat light.

My energy is high, Yuki thought. He had felt the same way when he passed the bar exam. He read the questions for the essay exam and wrote his answer. It was almost funny how the meaning of the questions soaked into his brain, and before he could even think about how to answer them, the answer sheet was filled with words; it was just like automatic writing. He had never been able to output so smoothly what had been inputted into him until that moment, as though his consciousness had become clear and his sixth sense was working.

He knew that the same moment of elation and focus was about to visit his body and mind.

The return leg of the Hakone Ekiden started at 8 a.m. Yuki would slowly warm up over the next three hours, in order to build up his energy levels. It was Yuki’s method to relax and relieve his nervousness for two hours, and then concentrate on warming up for the remaining hour. Ever since the time when he was confronting his bar exam, Yuki preferred to increase the intensity of his concentration at this pace.

The six-mat guest room was completely occupied by the three futons laid out on the floor. Shindou, wearing his mask, was breathing faintly in his sleep. Yuki gently put his hand on his forehead and found it was still a little hot. The landlord was grinding his teeth as he slept soundly.

Yuki lightly folded his futon and put it in a corner so as to not wake them. Standing by the window, he quietly pulled back the curtains: the cozy garden of the ryokan was covered with a light dusting of snow, and ashy snowflakes continued to fall from the dark sky.

Yuki had never been skiing before. He didn’t understand going to the trouble of sticking boards to your feet in a cold place in a cold season. He thought it would be better to spend that time on one’s studies, and more than that, living with a single mother, they had no money to spend on fun.

Can I run down a steep, snow-covered slope? I can’t say I don’t want to run in the sixth leg at this point. Should I have at least experienced skiing if it’s like this?

The window was immediately fogged up by Yuki’s breath. The room was slightly warm from Yuki, Shindou and the landlord's combined body heat.

It’s not just me, Yuki reminded himself. In the past few years, there has never been snow on the roads of Hakone at New Year’s. Most of the runners—no, maybe all of them—have never gone down the mountain roads of Hakone covered in snow. Everyone lacks experience. I can run. I can run.

Chanting that in his mind as though to convince himself, Yuki picked up Kansei’s sash from the alcove. It seemed to still be damp from absorbing the sweat of the five people who had run in the outbound leg.

After carefully folding the sash and putting it in his jersey pocket, Yuki quietly left the guest room.

He walked through the corridor to the front door and saw the ryokan’s proprietress holding a newspaper.

“Oh, you’ve already changed?”

“Yes. I’ll be warming up from now on.”

“Outside?” Looking at the still-dark front of the building, the proprietress furrowed her brow in concern. “It’s minus five degrees right now.”

Yuki had planned to go outside, but he quickly changed his mind. He would have to wait until the temperature rose a little, or his muscles would stiffen up from the cold.

“May I borrow this space?”

He pointed at the empty lobby, and the proprietress graciously said, “By all means.

“Do you want to read the paper? I asked them to deliver it earlier today.”

While reading the newspaper, Yuki sat down on the floor of the lobby and began to stretch. He exhaled and began to relax his muscles and joints.

The paper had a big spread on the outbound leg of the Hakone Ekiden. Bousou University won the outbound leg by a narrow margin. It was a close race where it was impossible to tell if Rikudou University would make a comeback in the return leg, or which school would take the overall victory.

There was also a mention of Kansei under the headline “A Challenge with Only Ten People”. There was a photo of Shindou, unsteady and desperately trying to run on the mountain roads. Yuki opened his legs and brought his upper body down while reading the article.

“With only ten members, Kansei University unexpectedly put on the brakes in the fifth leg. They dropped down drastically in the rankings and ended the outbound leg in eighteenth place. However, with ace runners such as Kurahara, a freshman, and Kiyose, a fourth-year, in the return leg, there are still plenty of opportunities for a comeback. All eyes will be on the development of this small team’s great challenge.”

At the end of the article, there was a signature (布). It’s Nunoda-san, Yuki thought. The reporter Nunoda, who had come to Lake Shirakaba during summer vacation, had continued to keep an eye on Kansei.

There are still more than enough opportunities. We believe that, but it’s reassuring to have a third party say so as well. Yuki put the newspaper on the rack in the lobby and silently worked on stretching.

It was 6 when Shindou appeared in the lobby. He was wearing Musa’s bench coat and a mask. “Good morning,” he said in a hoarse voice, and pushed on Yuki’s back to help him stretch.

“You should be sleeping.”

“I asked Musa to give me a wake-up call because I knew you would be thoughtful like that.” Shindou sat down next to Yuki. “It’s snowing.”

“Yeah.”

The two watched the fluttering snow through the lobby window.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. What about you?”

“I’m feeling much better.”

Yuki began doing sit-ups. Shindou lightly held his ankles still.

“To tell you the truth,” Yuki murmured, “I’m getting uncomfortably nervous. I want to run away, if I could.”

“I was the same way,” Shindou laughed under his mask. “Why don’t you try listening to some music? I took it from your luggage without asking.”

Yuki took the iPod Shindou gave him and put the earphones in his ears. He listened to his favorite songs for a while, but today, the world of sound was no comfort to Yuki.

“It’s no use.” Yuki tore out his earphones. “When I’m running, it feels like music I don’t like is playing through my head incoherently and endlessly. And it’s music that you can’t even get into! Like My Grandfather’s Clock (1) and stuff like that!”

“You hate it?”

“I don’t like irritating things.”

“I think it’s a good song, though,” Shindou said, and Yuki stood up with a “hmph.” Looking up at Yuki, who was rotating his ankles, Shindou made a suggestion.

“No matter what song plays in your head, you can always arrange it so it’s up-tempo.”

“Shindou, you’re amazing.” Yuki was deeply impressed. “I’m filled with worries. All I can think about are bad things like, what if I fall down the slope, or what if my shoelaces get torn off.”

“Yuki-senpai, you can even aim for the sectional prize.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because you’ve always accomplished what you said you would do. Whether it’s the bar exam or the Hakone Ekiden, you said you’ll do it, and you did.” Only Shindou’s eyes were smiling. “So say it this time too. That you’re aiming for the sectional prize.”

As though pushed by Shindou’s quiet force, Yuki said, “I am.”

“Yes, then it’s fine now. You will definitely run a good time.”

Yuki looked down at Shindou, who was nodding in satisfaction, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know how useless I was yesterday,” Yuki said. “I knew you were experiencing this pressure before the race, but I couldn’t support you like this.”

“No matter how much support I get, in the end, I’m the only one who can bounce back from the pressure.” Shindou also stood and prompted Yuki. “Let’s jog.” The two put on their shoes at the door and went outside. There was no sign of the sunrise anywhere, but birds were singing in the mountains. The fine snow felt dry against their cheeks.

“But yesterday, you stayed by my side until the very last moment before I started running, Yuki-senpai. That gave me a lot of strength.” Shindou pulled down his mask and breathed in the cold air. “That’s why, I’ll stay with you today. I’ll stay with you until you start.”

Yuki didn’t have any words to respond. He was simply happy, and watched Shindou put his mask back on.

“We’ll freeze if we stay in one spot. Let’s run.”

“By the way, how’s the landlord?”

“He said he’s going to take a morning bath.”

“He’s in a sightseeing mood, that person.”

“His nighttime teeth grinding was very loud, wasn’t it?”

They chatted about trifling things as they jogged, and Yuki and Shindou's white breaths flowed shakily along the dark, snowy lakeside path.

---

Kakeru was feeling restless.

Kiyose was acting strange. When Kakeru invited him to go jogging after breakfast, he refused, saying, “Go ahead. I’ve got a lot of calls to make.”

It’s definitely strange that Haiji-san didn’t do his morning jog. He didn’t seem to sleep well last night either. I wonder if his leg hurts.

After running around Yokohama Station for about thirty minutes, Kakeru decided to go back to the hotel. He could still warm up at the relay station. He had never cut a jog short before, no matter how sick he was, but right now he was worried about Kiyose. He wondered if he was planning on pushing himself too hard. As if spurred on by a bad premonition, Kakeru ran back to the hotel.

In the lobby of the small business hotel, Jouji was opening a sports newspaper while watching the weather forecast on TV. Noticing Kakeru running across the lobby and pushing the button for the elevator, he came up to him and said, “You’re early.

“Your jogging time was unusually short today.”

“Where’s Haiji-san?”

“I think he’s in his room. Prince-san and Hana-chan are organizing their luggage together. I was chased away. I can sense that he’s trying to keep me away from Hana-chan.” Jouji pouted in dissatisfaction, but Kakeru wasn’t listening anymore. He rode the elevator to the fifth floor. “What’s going on?” Jouji asked as he followed him.

Kansei had three rooms: Kakeru and Kiyose’s room was at the far end of the corridor, Jouji and Prince’s was next to theirs, and Hanako’s room was near the elevator.

After exiting the elevator, Kakeru passed a man in the hallway. He was in his late thirties and carrying a large black bag in his hand. Thinking that it looked like a house call bag, Kakeru turned around with a start. The doors to the elevator the man got into were just about to close.

That wasn’t a guest just now. That was a doctor. Kakeru had a hunch. He must be the doctor who came to examine Haiji-san’s leg.

“Haiji-san!”

Kiyose was sitting by the window near the two beds. He looked up in surprise at Kakeru’s menacing attitude, and Kakeru sprang at him.

“Let me see your leg, let me see it!”

Kiyose fell down onto the bed, pushed by the momentum. Kakeru didn’t care and tried to pull up the cuff of Kiyose’s track pants.

“Just calm down, Kakeru! I’ll explain!”

Jouji was standing in the doorway of their room, watching in amazement as Kakeru and Kiyose grappled with each other. Noticing the commotion, Prince and Hanako came out of the room next door.

When Hanako asked, “What’s this all about?” Jouji tilted his head to the side.

“Uh, I have no idea.”

Kiyose finally pulled Kakeru off of him and beckoned everyone in the doorway to come in. The group that had stayed in Yokohama gathered in the room and sat down on the beds and chairs of their choice.

“Haiji-san, there was a doctor in this room a while ago, wasn’t there?” Kakeru sat on the bed and questioned Kiyose.

“There was,” Kiyose admitted as though he could see that there was no way out of this. “It was the doctor who always examines me. I asked him to make a house call and he gave me some painkillers.”

“The leg you said you injured—did it not heal?” Prince asked in shock. Jouji and Hanako had never even heard that Kiyose was injured, and they looked at each other in disbelief.

“What are you going to do?” It was all Kakeru could do not to let his voice tremble.

“Of course I’m running.”

“Are you okay with being so reckless?”

“If I’m not going to be reckless now, then when?”

“If…” Kakeru hesitated to put it into words. He was afraid that if he said it aloud, it would become reality.

“What if you can’t run for the rest of your life because of your recklessness today?”

He saw Jouji gasp and Prince hanging his head. Hanako didn’t move, only watching the course of Kiyose and Kakeru’s exchange.

Kakeru stared fixedly at Kiyose and waited for a response.

“It would be very painful,” Kiyose’s voice was quiet, and Kakeru knew that he had been thinking about that for a long time already. “But I won’t regret it.”

There’s no stopping him, Kakeru thought. If he were in Kiyose’s position, he would still choose to run.

Kakeru made up his mind. If that’s the case, then there’s only one thing I can do: to put as little burden on Haiji-san as possible, I should gain as much time as I can in the ninth leg.

The silence that enveloped the room was broken by Kiyose's phone ringing. He hung up after a short conversation.

“That was Shindou. The final entries were announced at Lake Ashi. Just as expected, Rikudou put Fujioka in the ninth leg.”

Jouji looked at Kakeru with both anticipation and worry in his eyes. “Okay,” Kakeru murmured. Blood was rushing through his body, and his heart was beating with joy and a fighting spirit; the day had come when they could finally compete in the same place. At the TSU meet in spring, he had only chased Fujioka’s back, but it was finally time to test how fast and strong he had become since then.

“Kakeru, don’t lose the race,” Kiyose said. Kakeru nodded determinedly.

It was past 7 in the morning.

They had to leave the hotel now. From now on, they were to split up: Kakeru and Jouji were going to the Totsuka relay station; Kiyose and Prince were going to the Tsurumi relay station; Hanako was going to Otemachi, the finish line.

“Are you okay with Jouji attending you? I can go with you, if you’d like,” Prince asked Kakeru, but he didn’t understand the intention of his question at all.

“Why? It’s fine as we planned.”

Even though his generous consideration was turned down, Prince didn’t seem offended at all, instead laughing and shaking his head lightly as though to say, “Good grief.”

When they reached the Yokohama Station premises, Kiyose said to Kakeru, “About what you said earlier.

“The situation isn’t as serious as you think. The painkillers are working, and I’m not beyond recovery.”

“Is that really true?”

“Have I ever lied?”

“Quite a lot.”

Kiyose frowned at the sky for a few moments, seemingly recalling his past acts.

“Don’t worry. I’m telling the truth this time,” he smiled. “I’m looking forward to seeing you run at Tsurumi.”

He felt like he wanted to say something to Kiyose—his gratitude, worry, and determination. But they were feelings that would never take shape no matter how many words he spent on them, so Kakeru only said, “I’ll hand you the sash not a second late.”

The group raised their hands a little to say goodbye, and then headed up the stairs to the platform to go to their respective places.

---

8 a.m.

As the starting gun sounded from Lake Ashi, the Bousou runner started running first. One minute and thirty-nine seconds later, the Rikudou runner followed.

One after another, the runners from each school left Lake Ashi with their sashes, with a time difference reflecting the times they had finished at Lake Ashi in the outbound leg. This time, the return leg of the Hakone Ekiden was beginning, heading for Otemachi, Tokyo.

Schools with more than ten minutes of difference from the outbound leg leader, Bousou, would start together ten minutes after Bousou began the return leg. In this year’s race, five schools had to start at the same time: the federation selected team, Eurasia University, Kansei University, Tokyo Gakuin University, and Shinsei University.

Kansei had a time difference of eleven minutes and fifty-three seconds with Bousou. Even though they would start the race simultaneously after ten minutes, the extra one minute and fifty-three seconds would not be discarded and would be automatically added to their overall time. Because of the simultaneous start, the visible order in which the runners were running and their orders by their times might differ from each other for the return leg.

In the return leg, especially for lower ranked teams, the competitors must not only look at the race’s development before their eyes, but also keep in mind the complicated time calculation, and try to fight calmly to raise their actual rankings as much as possible.

I’m made for this, Yuki thought. Rather than competing against others, he preferred to think about how to achieve his goals by developing countermeasures and how to show off his abilities while doing that. The sixth leg of the Hakone Ekiden, the mountain descent, suited his personality; he didn’t have to be misled by the apparent rankings, he just had to use his skills to run down the winding slope against the invisible enemy called time.

Just as he had declared, Shindou stayed by Yuki’s side the entire time before his departure. He helped him stretch, massaged his calves to prevent them from stiffening up in the cold, and conversed with him casually. Thanks to him, Yuki was able to calm his mind and focus on the race.

When the time came to set off, Yuki took off his bench coat and left it with Shindou. The temperature at Lake Ashi was minus three degrees Celsius. There was still powder snow in the air. The road surface was covered in snow and the ruts were frozen. Even with a long-sleeved T-shirt under his uniform, there was no way to prevent the cold from pressing down on him. The lack of wind was the only saving grace.

Jounan Bunka University was the last team that was able to start according to its time difference with Bousou. After being called by the staff member, the teams hurriedly lined up at the start line to start simultaneously.

Yuki looked at the crowd of people next to him. Shindou was almost swallowed up by the waves of spectators, but he was watching Yuki firmly.

“We’ll meet at Otemachi,” Yuki said. It might not have reached him, having gotten lost in the cheers, but Shindou was nodding.

Ten seconds after Jounan Bunka, the runners from the five teams started running at the same time on cue. Yuki’s glasses immediately fogged up from his body heat, but he soon regained his clear vision thanks to the cold wind blowing.

The road surface was covered with a thin layer of snow, making it nerve-wracking to even walk on flat surfaces, but running on it, there was no time to check your footing. Every step he took, the sherbet-like snowflakes bounced off his legs. Even the lightest shoes with the latest features couldn’t prevent the soles from slipping slightly as they kicked the surface.

The first four kilometers from the lakeside road to the highest point of Route 1 were mostly uphill. Of the five teams that had started at the same time, Eurasia was in front and Yuki didn’t hesitate to follow him. When he checked his watch at the first kilometer, his pace was less than three minutes and twenty seconds.

On the way up, he was a little too fast considering the poor road conditions. But if he didn’t go all out here, then there was no way Kansei would be able to improve their ranking in the return leg. Besides, Yuki thought, among the runners assigned to the sixth leg, the Rikudou runner was the only one who has a record of twenty-eight minutes for the ten-thousand meter. In other words, the runners in the sixth leg don’t put much emphasis on speed.

From the highest point to the town of Hakone-Yumoto, almost the entire sixth leg was downhill. Even if your time on flat surfaces wasn’t good, you could still go fast on the downhill if you gathered momentum. What was important was the dexterity to change your running style depending on the ups and downs, a sense of physical balance, and the boldness to run downhill without fear.

Even if he entered the first uphill slope at a somewhat fast pace, he would be able to conserve enough stamina. With this judgement, Yuki didn’t recoil.

They left the lakeside and headed up the path towards the mountains. There was one small up-and-down right before the highest point. As they approached the first descent, Yuki looked at his watch again. Kiyose had instructed him to run at a pace of three minutes and twenty seconds per kilometer on the way up, but he was now going at a pace of three minutes and fifteen seconds per kilometer.

I can do it. He was convinced. His body felt light and he was able to asjust his footwork according to the ups and downs without even thinking about it.

Tokyo Gakuin University and Shinsei University were already about to be shaken off from the lower-ranked group, which was now composed of six schools as it had absorbed Jounan Bunka, who had departed ahead of them.

All Yuki could think about was overtaking as many schools as possible in front of him. The cold didn’t bother him anymore. He climbed to the highest point in one go.

The downhill slope, which stretched for nearly fifteen kilometers, awaited him, meandering on and on beyond the falling snow.

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“Isn’t he going too fast?”

Watching the portable TV, Kakeru arrived at the Totsuka relay station with Jouji. The screen showed Yuki and the others passing in front of the main gate of the Flower Center, the five-kilometer marker.

“But I heard that the normal pace for the sixth leg is five kilometers in around thirteen minutes?” Jouji said in his usual carefree way, but it didn’t ease Kakeru’s concerns. It was the pace after you got into the descent in earnest—it was hard even for a runner himself to hold back his speed once he was completely going downhill. Once your body got into the rhythm of the descent, it wasn’t impossible to run down a hundred meters in fifteen seconds. In the sixth leg, despite the long distance of 20.7 kilometers, the speed in some places was comparable to that of a short distance run.

However, even though the first five kilometers were uphill and the road conditions weren’t good, he was running in sixteen minutes. Even with Yuki’s running ability, it seemed to Kakeru that this was clearly an excessive pace.

“I’ll call Haiji-san.”

Kakeru took out his phone from his jacket pocket.

“You worry too much,” Jouji said, shrugging a little.

“Yes, this is Kiyose.” The phone immediately relayed Kiyose’s voice along with the bustle from outside. It seemed that he had already arrived at the Tsurumi relay station.

“Are you listening to the radio?”

“Prince’s phone has a TV function. He also found out about it just now. We’re watching it. It’s amazing what you can do with a cell phone these days.”

“Yes. No, not about that…” Prince’s slow pace and Kiyose’s hopelessness with technology made Kakeru feel dizzy. “Isn’t Yuki-senpai running a little too fast?”

“Yeah. I would call the landlord, but there’s no point—the coach cars don’t stay close to the runners on the mountain roads of Hakone.”

“What should we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do. The rest is the descent. It would be foolish to slow down now, so we can only pray that Yuki doesn’t slip and fall,” Kiyose let out a light laugh, as though he had gotten over all his worries. “Anyways Kakeru, make sure to jog and warm up properly. I have to get in touch with Nico-chan-senpai and King now, so we’ll talk later.”

The call ended, and Kakeru let out a sigh.

“I told you it’s fine,” Jouji took the phone from Kakeru. “You need to trust us a little more.”

“Trust, huh,” Kakeru began to rotate his ankles and prepare for a jog. “Come to think of it, Katsuta-san said that too.”

“H-Hana-chan?” Jouji immediately turned red. “Why are you bringing up Hana-chan?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Are you doing that on purpose or are you really that airheaded?” Growing impatient with Kakeru’s pointless reply, Jouji turned to him again. “Hey, you know, I like Hana-chan.”

“I know.”

“You know!? How?”

“Nico-chan-senpai said it on the phone yesterday.”

Even when we’re apart from each other, we can still be overheard just as well as when we’re in Chikusei-sou, Jouji grumbled.

“What about you, Kakeru?” He asked the question he wanted to ask the most: “Is it okay if I confess to Hana-chan?”

Why do you need to check with me for that? It seems that the residents of Chikusei-sou are convinced that I like Katsuta-san. Kakeru, pondering up to that point, felt a jolt to his heart like the feeling of falling during the first stage of sleep.

I like Katsuta-san.

It was partly because he was so dense that he couldn’t even laugh at the twins, but it was a feeling that had been in his heart so quietly and naturally that he hadn’t been aware of it until now.

Kakeru had always kept Hanako’s figure carefully in his memory. The color of her scarf on the night they walked together. The profile of her face when she watched them train under the sky where summer clouds were rising. The first time he saw her, her thin back as she pedalled her bike through the shopping district.

Kakeru was looking at Hanako. And all that time, her eyes and thoughts were solely on the twins.

“Now I get it.”

Kakeru was shocked at his feelings that had finally become clear.

“…What are you talking about?” Jouji nervously asked, seemingly thinking that it was creepy how he had suddenly zoned and then nodded to himself.

“No,” Kakeru shook his head. “I think you should just confess to her.”

It wasn’t an act of bravado, but a feeling of clarity. He was sure that Hanako would be happy to know Jouji’s feelings. Perhaps she would be equally pleased with a confession from Jouta, and there might be a quarrel there. But that wasn’t Kakeru’s business.

This wasn’t a competition. Hanako’s heart belonged to her. Jouji’s heart belonged to him as well. It was the same as how Kakeru’s heart only belonged to him. It was a domain that was free from all standards and measures, something no one could steal or bend.

It was satisfying to know that there was a gentle but strong feeling within him that had nothing to do with speed or victory or defeat. Hanako, who taught him those feelings, seemed more and more important to him. Kakeru would be happy if her love was realized.

Also, I’m used to long-distance running. I’m good at patiently waiting for an opportunity. Even if Hanako has feelings for the twins right now, you can’t state definitively that it’ll be forever.

“I see, I guess it’s better to tell her. Uwah, what should I do, I’m so nervous.”

Jouji was determined to confess his feelings to Hanako without any hesitation, not realizing that Kakeru, who was patient when it came to the important things, was chewing on his first realization of love like a ruminating cow.

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Yuki was smoothly descending the mountain.

In the beginning, he tried to run on the ruts because he was afraid of slipping on the frozen snow, but then he couldn’t steer a good course through the turns. Too much concern about slipping would cause him to put pressure on his muscles, which would make it all come to nothing. In the end, Yuki decided to run and take the course as usual.

Running downhill is fun, Yuki thought. To be able to feel such acceleration with my own body. His speed was so fast that even the soft snowflakes hitting his face from the front hurt like pebbles. While balancing with his whole body, he followed the slope as it led him forward. His fear of falling down didn’t cross his mind at all in the face of the pleasure of speed.

The front of Kowakien was the ten-kilometer point of the sixth leg. It was also a TV relay point. Even though the weather was bad and it was early in the morning, there were spectators along the roadside cheering for them. Following the Eurasia runner, Yuki turned to the right, and he could hear the watery footsteps of the Shinsei runner right behind him.

Yuki, of course, had no way of knowing, but the announcer and the commentator Yanaka were watching the live feed and commentating on the running of the athletes from each school.

“The footage of the lower-ranked teams at the ten-kilometer mark is coming in. What do you think, Yanaka-san?”

“They’re going at quite a fast pace. I thought that the section prize for the sixth leg would go to Manaka, who is steadily improving their rank from twelfth place, but there is a possibility that it will go to one of the lower-ranked teams.”

“According to the data at hand, except for Tamura-kun of Rikudou, all the runners in the sixth leg have an official record in the twenty-nine-minute range for the ten-thousand meters.”

“When it comes to the mountain descent, the time on flat surfaces is not that important. If you can run ten-thousand meters in the twenty-nine-minute range, then the rest is all down to guts.”

“Guts, you say?”

“Yes. The speed and incline the runners experience is much more than what you see on the screen. It’s like pedalling a bike down a steep slope with both hands free. And today, the footing isn’t good. It’s crucial to calmly keep your balance and have the guts to keep your momentum going.”

“Which of the lower-ranked teams do you think is closest to the section prize?”

“I still don’t know yet, but I like Iwakura-kun of Kansei. He has a very stable lower body. His upper body doesn’t sway unnecessarily, and he doesn’t flinch from running down bad roads at all. He is an excellent example of how to run downhill.”

“I see. The rest would depend on their persistence when the road becomes flat after Hakone-Yumoto. They've passed the ten-kilometer TV relay point.”

As they descended in altitude, the snow turned into sleet mixed with rain and the road became covered with a sherbet-like muck. Yuki realized that he had crossed the width of the crosswalk in two steps.

The current crosswalk was probably four meters wide. If he had crossed it in two steps, then that meant he had gone two meters in one step. Yuki was once again shocked at himself—his acceleration was incredible. He had gained momentum and was literally running as if he were flying, and his stride was widening as a result. He glanced at his watch: for the past five kilometers, he had been running downhill at a pace of two minutes and forty seconds.

One kilometer in two minutes and forty seconds. It was a time Yuki couldn’t achieve on flat ground. As far as he knew, the only person who could sustain such a pace for five kilometers on level ground was Kakeru.

The branches of the cedar trees on the roadside were piled with pure white snow. The trunks were black and wet, and the mountains had been transformed overnight into a beautiful, monochromatic world. As soon as they appeared in the corner of his eye, they streamed backwards, smoother and faster than in a movie.

So, this is the world Kakeru normally experiences. Yuki had a lump in his throat.

Kakeru, you’re in a very lonely place, aren’t you? The wind rumbles loudly in your ears, and all the scenery passes by you in an instant. It feels so good that I never want to stop running, but it’s a world you can only experience alone.

For the first time, he understood why Kakeru was so devoted to running, sometimes to the point of overdoing it. If Yuki were allowed to run at such a speed, he would certainly indulge in it like an addict. He wanted to see the world in quicker, even more beautiful instants. Perhaps that was a momentary experience, almost like an eternity. However, it was too dangerous—it was a world that was too beautiful, too harsh to challenge with a flesh and blood body.

Now I’m just looking at the gate that would lead me there from a distance, with the help of the mountain roads of Hakone, Yuki thought. He knew that he wouldn’t get any closer.

Dragged in by Kiyose’s enthusiasm, Yuki’s life had been centered around running for the past year. But that life was coming to an end today. I have my own way of life. I don’t want to aim for momentary beauty and exaltation, sharpening my mind and body day after day. I want to choose to live among people, even if I’m covered in filth. That’s why I passed the bar and am trying to become a lawyer.

Today’s the end. But I’m glad I experienced this speed for the first and last time. Yuki smiled slightly as he sped along the mountain road. Kakeru, don’t go too far. What you’re aiming for is a beautiful place, but it’s lonely and quiet. So much that it doesn’t suit a living person.

It would be nice if there’s something to tie Kakeru’s soul to the earth, Yuki thought. In people’s lives, in people’s joys and sorrows. It’s only by planting his feet on the ground that Kakeru would definitely become even stronger. Balance was essential. It was the same as running down a snowy mountain road.

As Yuki entered the Miyanoshita Hot Spring Village and passed in front of the Fujiya Hotel, he saw something unexpected and let out a short cry.

“Uwah!”

In front of the hotel, there were many guests waving Hakone Ekiden flags. Some of them were dressed lightly in yukata and padded kimonos, shouting their voices hoarse even as they shrank back from the cold. Among them, Yuki saw his mother, his younger sister who was only half related to him, and his mother’s second husband.

“Yukihiko!” his mother shouted loudly.

“Onii-chan, do your best!” His young sister leaned forward, and his stepfather, who was holding her, nodded firmly.

“This is so embarrassing…”

He passed by the hotel in a few moments, but Yuki ran for a while with his head down. Did my family elegantly spend the New Year’s at that hotel? Yuki snarked inwardly to cover up his embarrassment. They probably knew I wouldn’t be able to come by even if they invited me, so they planned to surprise me by not saying anything. Even so, it’s too bad for my heart. I hope the TV and radio didn’t pick up the voices and figures of Mom and the others. Nico-chan-senpai would definitely make fun of me if he knew. Well, he should only have a radio, so I think I’ll be fine.

Yuki suddenly felt happy. That look on Mom’s face just now. She looked desperate and tearful, like she was the one running.

Yuki didn’t remember his biological father. He had died in an accident right after he was born, so his only memories of his father were in his mother’s words and photos. Since his father’s death, Yuki had only lived with his mother, and he treasured her very much. His high school girlfriend had once said to him, “Yuki, you’re a mama’s boy, aren’t you?” Of course I am, Yuki thought. A son who doesn’t take care of his mother isn’t a good son.

Perhaps because he grew up watching his mother work late into the night, Yuki set his sights on his goals early on. He wanted to get a steady job so that he could make his mother’s life easier. Fortunately, he had confirmed during his school life that his brain wasn’t half-bad. If that was the case, then it would be easy to aim for the bar exam, which was called the strongest qualification. He thought that being a lawyer, where he could work between logic and emotion, would be suitable for him, and more importantly, it seemed to make a lot of money. As soon as Yuki entered high school, he began preparing for the exam on his own. He studied hard and worked on his stamina. He thought that he should be well-versed in the inner workings of relationships between men and women, so he went out with girls.

However, something happened that made Yuki’s efforts all come to nothing: his mother remarried. Her new husband was an office worker who earned a decent wage, so his mother didn’t have to work anymore. She loved her new husband and seemed to be very happy. His stepfather was easily able to do more for her than Yuki had ever wanted to do for his mother.

Yuki couldn’t help but feel devastated. He had his pride, and when he decided to do something, he had to finish it, so he didn’t give up on passing the bar exam. However, it was all in vain now. The following year after his mother remarried, she had his little sister. This was also a situation that made Yuki, who was in his late teens, feel awkward and uncomfortable. When he got into university, he left home and rarely came back, even at New Year’s.

Seeing his family cheer him on made the trivial pent-up feelings he had melt away. As though to match that, the snow had completely transformed into rain.

Both his stepfather and his sister had always cared for Yuki as a member of the family. And most importantly, his mother was happy. That’s all that matters. That’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. It would be childish of me to keep sulking about the fact that my mother became happy in a slightly different way than I envisioned.

Yuki laughed, unnoticed by anyone else, in the midst of his white and billowing exhalation. Before he knew it, he caught a glimpse of the Teitou University runner's back at the end of the turn. He couldn’t sense anyone behind him; he seemed to have pulled away from the lower-ranked teams he had started the race with.

He looked at his watch and confirmed that he hadn’t slowed down his pace at all. His mind and body felt light. He could go the rest of the way downhill at this pace. What was important was whether or not he could keep up this running for the last three kilometers of flat ground after Hakone-Yumoto. Kiyose had given him advice yesterday.

“After a downhill slope, even flat ground feels like going uphill. That’s when the real battle begins.”

I think I’ll be okay, Yuki answered in his mind. I have no intention of losing today—to the battle between me and my body and mind.

---

The drums were still beating at the Odawara relay station. In front of Kazamatsuri Station, there were many people crowded into the kamaboko company's parking lot, waiting for the arrival of the sixth leg athletes.

“Did you see that, Jouta? Yuki’s face was there just now!”

Nico-chan had directly witnessed the scene in front of Fujiya Hotel with the TV function of his cell phone. It was only when Haiji called him earlier that he realized he could watch TV on Jouta’s phone as well. Even Nico-chan, who was knowledgeable about computers, only used his phone for calling, and Jouta only used his for texting. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t interested in the evolution of machines that he could be satisfied with the rundown apartment.

“Yuki-senpai’s mom is young and beautiful,” Jouta said, biting into a rolled omelette. “By the way, he’s going to win the section prize at this rate, isn’t he?”

“Yuki doesn’t seem to be aware of that fact, though. The Manaka guy is just as fast as him, so it's hard to tell.”

“Ugh, I’m so frustrated! I want to tell Yuki-senpai his time.”

“How?”

“I’ll use willpower or telekinesis or something,” Jouta put the omelet he was partway through eating away in his sports bag and began to look at his phone intently. “In less than twenty minutes, it will be Nico-chan-senpai’s turn.”

The screen showed Bousou in the lead, and Rikudou chasing behind with a difference of about one and a half minutes. They were about to finish their descent and head towards Hakone-Yumoto Station. The Manaka runner, aiming for the section prize, had improved his position and was now in eighth place. His pace hadn’t slowed at all.

“How’s Yuki?”

“He’s not on the screen. Until they go out to Hakone-Yumoto, the lower-ranked teams won’t be shown much.”

Nico-chan told Jouta to keep an eye on Manaka’s time and began his final adjustments. He ran lightly in the parking lot to loosen up.

Nine o’clock in the morning. The Bousou runner arrived at the station in the lead. His time was sixty minutes and forty-six seconds. Rikudou and Yamato were the next to receive their sashes. Nico-chan hurried back to Jouta, who was near the relay line.

“Amazing!” Jouta was excited. “Even on flat ground, his speed hasn’t slowed down. Keep going, Yuki-senpai!”

On the screen of his phone, he could see Yuki sidestepping the Teitou runner at the crossroad with New Hakone Road. Kansei, in fourteenth place, had a clear view of TSU in front of them.

“Yes, that’s it!”

Nico-chan took off his jersey. Now it was time to see if Yuki could get the section prize.

“Manaka?”

“We'll be able to see them with our own eyes soon.”

Jouta raised his head from his phone. “They’re here!” he shouted.

The red uniform of Manaka, running along the railroad tracks, was just about to turn off the road and enter the relay station. They knew he was a candidate for the section prize, so the cheers were even louder. Manaka’s sash was handed over.

“What’s his record!”

“Sixty minutes and twenty-four seconds.”

Jouta read the information on the TV screen on his phone out loud. It was a good time for running on snowy roads. Even Rikudou’s Tamura, whose ten-kilometer time was in the twenty-eight minute range, had a time of sixty minutes and forty-eight seconds.

At the relay station, the schools relayed their sashes one after the other. The TV screen showed that Yuki was almost there.

Yuki, just a little more. The staff member called Nico-chan to stand at the relay line. All that was left was a race against time. Next to him, the TSU runner received his sash and started running. He could hear Jouta’s voice as he timed Yuki on his watch.

“Sixty minutes and seventeen seconds, eighteen, nineteen…”

Yuki entered the relay station. He was gritting his teeth and holding the unfastened sash in his right hand. He might have learned Manaka’s time from the spectators along the road and was trying to summon up all his strength in the final stretch.

“Yuki!” Nico-chan howled. “Sixty minutes and twenty-four seconds,” Jouta screamed. There was a stir from the spectators. The sash still hadn’t been passed to Nico-chan’s hand. Yuki was a step short of the section prize.

But at that moment, Nico-chan forgot about the existence of times. Yuki’s eyes were looking straight at him. He wasn’t thinking about the section prize at all, he just wanted to give the sash to Nico-chan as soon as possible. That was the only thing he was thinking about as he made it through the last three flat kilometers. Nico-chan understood that. He could see that in Yuki’s fingertips, which were still hot and damp despite being exposed to the cold wind.

“Good job,” Nico-chan muttered.

“I’m tired. I’m leaving the rest to you.”

Yuki clapped Nico-chan on the back, managed to step firmly on his trembling legs, and prevented himself from falling over.

“Yuki-senpai!” Jouta snatched a towel from a staff member and ran up to Yuki to support him. “It's disappointing, but you were incredible!”

“Disappointing? What is?” Yuki drank water from a plastic water bottle and finally found his voice.

“The section prize. Yuki-senpai’s time was sixty minutes and twenty-six seconds. If you had been two seconds faster, you would have tied for the section prize.”

“Really.”

Two seconds. Yuki laughed. Only two seconds. Such a short amount of time that passed in a single breath. Did I miss out on being the best in this leg by such a small margin?

“Oh well,” Yuki said. “Those two seconds were like an hour to me.”

Jouta almost cried when he saw Yuki’s soles after he took off his shoes. The blisters at the base of his big toes had peeled off and there was blood welling up, even though the skin on his soles had grown so thick over the past year. He realized just how hard it was to run down the mountains of Hakone.

“Of course it was enough. You were so cool, Yuki-senpai.”

After patting the tearful Jouta on the head, Yuki looked at the road leading toward the town of Odawara.

I’m leaving the rest to you, Nico-chan-senpai.

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The Nanny, Part 2

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Follow-up to part one here. Warnings: NSFW - smut, oral (male/female receiving), squirting, daddy kink), language. WC 5.3K.

It was early in the morning when you woke up. You stretched, arching your back and elongating your limbs, enjoying the way the expensive sheets felt against your naked body. You winced as you did so, realizing you were sore in the best way. You looked over and realized Bryan was not next to you. You knew he was up early most days as he had to deal with legal business overseas.

You quickly redressed and made way back to the joined apartment, where after your shower, you admired the bruises and marks that decorated your body. As your fingers traced over the love bite on your breast, your mind went back to the events of the night prior. A feeling of nervousness developed in the pit of your belly - you wondered how you would get through the day - would Bryan have regretted it? Would you still have a job? Looking at the time, you realized you didn’t have much time to ponder the what-ifs. Sandrine and Jasper would be up soon and you had to get them ready for the day.

The hustle and bustle of the morning did keep your mind otherwise preoccupied. “Turn around, let me see.” You told Sandrine as you finished doing her hair. Sandrine did so and looked up at you a toothy smile. You gave her a smile in return as you brushed her bangs from out of her eyes.

“Ms. Y/N, did you have a fun Valentine’s Day?” Sandrine asked.

“Ummm, something like that.” You murmured as you leaned to grab a hair bow to clip to her hair. You slid the purple bow and then gave her a once-over. “All set - let's go have some breakfast.”

“Did you kiss any boys?” Sandrine continued to inquire as she followed you into the kitchen. You opened your mouth to reply when you halted in your steps seeing Bryan ahead, pouring coffee.

“Morning sweetheart.” Bryan greeted, his gaze turning toward Sandrine. You tried to move discreetly past the six-year old when Bryan turned to you.

“Morning Y/N.” Bryan winked as he sipped his coffee. He was shirtless once more, and your mind flashed to how you gripped his strong, defined arms as he came inside of you not even 24 hours before.

“Hi Bryan.” You murmured, barely meeting his gaze as you walked over to where he was. Bryan watched you as he leaned against the sink, his arms crossed. You stood on your tip-toes to reach into the cabinet to get a coffee mug.

“Let me get that for you.” Bryan offered, stepping behind you as he placed his own mug down beside you. The feel of Bryan being pressed against you and the scent of his soap caused a shot of arousal to course through you. As a result, your pussy clenched involuntarily around nothing. Bryan’s breath was hot on your neck and you felt your skin prickle. Bryan reached around for his mug once more and leaned against the counter.

“Y/N, after you get back from drop-off, you and I need to talk.” Bryan announced quietly.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach and your cheeks burned. “Um… sure.” You replied, hoping Bryan would not hear the shake in your voice. “No work today?” You asked. “I thought you had to go into the office?”

“Took my calls earlier and two of my cases have continuances. I have the entire day ahead of me.”

Jasper happened to catch the tail-end of the conversation as he placed his empty cereal bowl into the sink.

“Dad, you have the day off? Can we have a movie day?” Jasper asked. Sandrine let out a squeal, hearing her brother.

“Please, daddy, please!” Sandrine begged. “With popcorn and everything!”

Bryan smiled as he leaned over to ruffle Jasper’s hair. “Of course we can - that’s if Y/N would care to join us?”

Your brows furrowed. ‘Maybe I am not getting canned after all.’ you thought to yourself.

“Please Ms. Y/N, please!” Both children pleaded in unison.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and smiled brightly. “Of course I can! Now, if you’re done, brush teeth and put on shoes - we have to leave in ten minutes.”

As the children ran off, you turned your attention back to Bryan, who was looking at you once more. His face was unreadable and you awkwardly gave him a small wave before following the children to help them finish getting ready.

You rapped on the door quietly, with your knuckles. “Bryan? You wanted to talk with me?” You called out.

You heard Bryan beckon you in and when you opened the door, you found him sitting at his desk. He looked up at you from his laptop and gave you a smile. “Please sit.” He extended his arm to the chair in front of his desk.

Your pulse quickened and your mouth suddenly went dry. You swallowed hard and wiped your now sweaty palms on the tops of your thighs. “So you wanted to talk?”

Bryan nodded. “About last night. It - you - I…” The normally loquacious litigator found himself at a loss for words. He cleared his throat and let out a deep exhalation. “Last night was a lot of fun, but--”

“Oh that’s never a good sign.” You interjected, nervously laughing. Bryan responded with holding a sole finger up and you instantly quieted.

“We cannot let last night happen again.” Bryan continued. “I would be remiss to say I didn’t find you attractive - and really, I should be trying to find someone to replace you as we crossed an inappropriate line. That said, you are really integral to Jasper and Sandrine’s happiness, so I will keep you on unless you want to tender your resignation - which of course, would be understandable.”

You felt your cheeks burn once more and your eyes well up. What were you expecting? A proclamation of love? That he would fall for the nanny? 'This isn’t a Harlequin romance novel.’ you chastised yourself.

You put on a brave smile. “I totally understand. I would be happy to stay on. There is no reason why we cannot go back to a strictly professional relationship.”

Bryan tapped his desk with the top of his hand. “Great. I am so relieved that we are on the same page.”

You nodded and you waited for him to continue. After a beat, Bryan gave you a pointed look and you took the hint to leave. You shut the door behind you as you left and allowed the tears to freely fall. Unbeknownst to you, Bryan had just dropped his head into his hands, defeated.

Time moved forward and the seasons changed. The freezing temperatures of winter in Chicago gave way to the blistering heat of summer. The twins birthday had arrived and turning seven was apparently a much bigger deal than when you turned seven. No expense was spared. Bryan’s home was bustling with children, caterers and party professionals.

The spectacular event (held inside a makeshift circus tent, of course) included a “trapeze” photo op, circus-themed treats like popcorn and candy, an outdoor swing, tons of colorful balloons, a “TICKETS” booth and more. Circus performers were preparing to liven up the party. Topping everything off was a truly lavish multi-tiered birthday cake with miniature versions of the children as acrobats in front of a circus tent.

Bryan had gone to pour himself a glass of water when he caught sight of you through the kitchen window. He swallowed hard as he watched you busy yourself with the children. You had dressed up for the occasion, cosplaying as Anne Wheeler. You wore a lilac sleeveless leotard with a matching short length lilac cape. White shorts were molded to your ass and thighs. Your hair was sprayed bubblegum pink.

Bryan swallowed his drink, desperately hoping the iced cold water would help cool him from the sudden warmth he was feeling. He decided to go outside and distract himself with some of the guests. The sun was beaming bright and hot, nary a cloud in the sky. The sounds of children giggling and shrieking filled the yard space. Bryan couldn’t help but keep you in his line of sight. You had taken off your cape and was now in just the leotard and shorts. As you danced with one of the kids, Bryan couldn’t help but watch your tits bounce. His mind was suddenly brought back to Valentine’s Day and how he got an up close shot of those tits bouncing as he fucked you.

A hand clasped Bryan on the shoulder and he turned, seeing it was the dad of one of Sandrine’s and Jasper’s friends. Another joined, a colleague, with beers in hand. “This is one hell of a party Kneef.” The blond in a teal polo replied - Bryan vaguely recalled his name was Bryce and was opposing counsel on an old case.

“Agreed.” The other man, Derek, replied. His gaze steered to you and he let out a low whistle as you bent over to talk to one of the kids.

“Damn Kneef, your nanny sure is something.” Derek continued. “Tell me, are you fucking her?”

“No!” Bryan denied, a bit more loudly than he intended. Derek looked at him with brows arched. Bryan shook his head. “I - I - I wouldn’t jeopardize her relationship with the twins. They really love her.” Bryan replied. “Good help is hard to come by.”

Bryce snorted before taking a swig of his beer. “If I wasn’t married, I’d be taking her home right now.”

“Hell I’m married, and I am considering taking her home.” Derek chuckled. “Lily’s away on business.”

Bryan stiffened, doing his best to swallow the urge to clock both men. He was filled with a surge of jealousy at the idea of you going off with one of them, who in his mind were just a bunch of douchebags. “Really?” he sneered, turning his attention to Derek. “You’d do that?”

“Oh fuck off Bryan. You’re one to talk. If you didn’t have the kids, this would be something you’d absolutely be doing - hell, you have done it!” Derek replied, rolling his eyes. “How many times have you been caught with your pants down and some bimbo paralegal over your desk?”

Bryan chose to not respond, as the answer was too many times to count. He was the office playboy for a number of years. The only reason he was even kept around as long as he was, was because he brought in a lot of business for the firm.

“Neither one of you are going home with my nanny.” Bryan gritted, taking another swig of his beer. “She’s…a person, not just a piece of ass.”

Both men didn’t reply, instead just looking away. Bryan let out an audible sigh before walking over to another group of friends and colleagues. “Come on, the game should be on and I have some Cubans that need to be smoked.”

At one point the adults and kids changed and it became a pool party. You sipped on a lemonade and watched as Bryan climbed out of the pool. His body was soaking and was more toned than from even the last time you saw him naked. ‘What is he doing? Pull-ups on the scaffolding?’ You wondered as he wrapped a large towel around Sandrine and Jasper.

Your pussy clenched, remembering how you clawed his back desperately as you came all over him repeatedly, with his cock, mouth, and hands. Arousal coursed through you and you let out an irritated sigh, knowing you’d need to rely on your battery operated boyfriend some more if you were going to survive this job.

Hours later, the festivities were over. You and Bryan each carried an exhausted twin and set them in their room, each likely down for the night. You followed Bryan out and shut the door behind you with a gentle click before making way to the kitchen. You found an empty tiered cupcake carrier and began to pack away some of the leftover cupcakes.

“You don’t need to clean up.” Bryan commented as he opened another beer. “I hired a clean up crew for that reason.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged, turning to him. Bryan’s gaze fell to your breasts again, and it was apparent you weren’t wearing any bra as he could see the outline of your hardened nipples.

“Idle hands are the devil's workshop.” you continued. Some frosting got on your fingers and you sucked your finger clean, while meeting Bryan’s eyes, which were blown with lust.

“I can find something to do with your hands.” Bryan retorted, stepping towards you and closing the gap. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other brushed some hair out of your face. You gazed at Bryan’s lips, pink, soft and plush and you licked your own lips in anticipation. His mouth began to drop to yours when the sound of a voice clearing caused the two of you to jump back in response.

It was mommy dearest herself, lips pursed in a thin line, arms crossed. “Am I interrupting?”

“Constance.” Bryan greeted coolly, turning away from you. “What are you doing here? Party finished two hours ago.”

“I was hoping that I could be with the kids on their birthdays and give them a present.” Constance replied, her eyes still locked on you. You dropped your head and choked out an ‘excuse me’ before dashing off to your apartment. Bryan watched as your form disappeared before turning back to his ex-wife.

“Connie - we have a custody arrangement in place for a reason. You cannot just show up unannounced.” Bryan gritted as he took the gift bags from her and placed them on the breakfast bar.

“I know, I know.” Constance stated. As she walked towards Bryan, the echoing sound of her heels against the marbled tile filled the room. She clasped her hands together, her bracelets jangling together. “I was just hoping we could make an exception for today, after all I am their mother.”

“You left us. You were never part of their lives. You may be Sandrine’s and Jasper’s mother on paper, but that’s all you are. You are lucky I was considerate enough to entertain the amount of visitation you have in place right now.” Bryan spat.

“Bryan, don’t be like that. I was young, I had a burgeoning model career that got derailed when two pink lines showed up on the test. I have more than made up for it.” Constance argued.

Bryan pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a deep breath in exasperation, wanting nothing more than for his ex-wife to leave. “Connie, the kids are asleep. Please just go - you have the kids next weekend. I’ll make sure they get your gifts.”

“Fine.” Constance looked at Bryan, her brow arched perfectly in judgment. “Before I go, just tell me since when did you start fucking the help?”

Bryan spat out his beer. “What you saw--”

“Please, I am not an idiot. Just wait til I let my lawyer know.” Connie threatened.

Bryan’s blood pressure shot through the roof. A fresh swell of rage rose inside. He clenched his fists, his guts churning in turmoil.

“Don’t you fucking threaten me. Get the fuck out.” Bryan growled. And when Constance didn’t move, he burst in anger. “Now! Go home Connie!”

***

You watched from your window as Constance climbed into her Mercedes and drove off. You climbed into your bed and stared at the ceiling as you contemplated everything from the last few months. ‘What were you doing? Sleeping with your boss - then the near kiss! You are such an idiot! How did you think that was going to end?’

‘But there is something more’ the voice in your head said. 'Isn’t there?’ that same voice continued. ‘Or were you both just so good at pretending it was real?’

There was a knock on your door and you shuffled your way to the door. The knocking continued followed by the sound of Bryan’s voice.

When you opened the door, the sight of Bryan standing there, kicked your libido up fifteen or so notches. His form was stiff, with set shoulders.

“Hey.” You greeted, stepping aside. “Come in.” There was already an awkward tension and the two of you hadn’t even spoken yet. You took a deep breath as you shut the door and followed him into the living room.

“Can I get you anything?” You asked nervously. “I can make some co--”

“Why’d you run out?” Bryan asked, interrupting you. His expression had hardened.

Looking away, you sighed before sitting down. Your shoulders sagged and you rubbed your face, smearing some of the glitter on your face. “It was awkward! We said we weren’t going to do anything… and then it felt like we were. And then of all people to show up, it was your ex-wife! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Not run out.” Bryan gritted. “We could have talked about this.”

“Well isn’t that what we’re doing now?” You asked, crossing your arms. You hadn’t changed and you were still in cosplay. Your breasts were pushed up under your arms and Bryan felt his cock twitch in his pants. Bryan looked around your apartment for something to distract him and his eyes settled on a picture of you and the twins at the park. He let out his own deep breath.

“You don’t need to worry about Constance. She’s just bitter - she is the type of person who shouldn’t have become a parent.” Bryan replied, taking a seat next to you. He cocked his head. “Admittedly, I was that type too.”

You turned to Bryan. “What do you mean?”

“I won’t sugarcoat it; I had more than my fair share of partners. I met Constance at a rough time in my life and she helped settle me down. We did the whole wedding thing and she got pregnant. After the kids were born, she just had a hard time giving up her old life - it was probably some kind of post-partum thing but I was too busy prioritizing my work otherwise to notice the signs. One day she was just gone. Left me a ‘dear John’ letter and that was that.” Bryan explained.

“But the kids see her. How did that happen?” You inquired.

“She showed up around when they were older. Showed interest. Wanted to make amends. For the sake of the kids, we negotiated visitation. I have primary custody and there’s a schedule. She wasn’t supposed to come today.”

Bryan continued, now pacing the length of the room. “I was cut off guard when I saw her. With her, I always feel like another shoe is about to drop.”

You walked in front of him, pausing him in mid-stride. “Oh Bryan.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him. Bryan watched as you licked your lips and as he saw the pink of your tongue dart out, he had made his decision. He leaned down to kiss you and you met him the rest of the way. You sighed into the kiss, molding into the heat of his embrace. You felt him harden against your belly and you dropped your hand to rub him gently through his pants.

“I thought we wouldn’t do this again. The rules.” You panted in between kisses.

Bryan broke the kiss. “Fuck the rules. Let me make sure the cleaning crew is done and then we’ll pick up where we left off.” His voice was gravelly, the tone lustful.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed; a shiver went up your spine and your heart quickened in anticipation of what was to come. “I’ll freshen up and meet you there.”

You let out a moan as Bryan’s lips found purchase on your neck. His hands cupped your tits from behind, squeezing your flesh. You pushed your hair to the side to allow him greater access. A hand slipped down in front of the leotard you wearing. “No bra? Naughty girl.” He murmured as his thumb and forefinger tugged and rolled your nipple, until it was at attention. You turned around and cupped his face, tugging on his beard as you drew him in for another kiss. His tongue pressed at the seam of your lips, requesting access and you opened your mouth in response. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring and rolling against yours. Bryan’s hands cupped your ass, squeezing them through your shorts.

Bryan broke the kiss. “You in those tiny shorts - all I wanted to do was haul you off and fuck you.”

“You should have.” You purred as you took his arms and led him to the bed. “And then you could have told the guys that you had filled me up and that my panties were dripping with your load.” You nipped his ear, causing Bryan to growl.

“You knew we were talking about you?” His green eyes were blown with lust and searched yours.

“Of course, I did. I have eyes you know.” You rolled your eyes. “I saw how you were all staring.”

“But now we can make up for lost time.” Bryan remarked, kissing you once more. You smiled against his kiss as you dropped his hands and walked a few steps ahead. You made a big show of removing your clothes. “See, no panties either.” You shimmied the leotard down your hips and thighs letting the material pool around your feet.

Bryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you and made his own removal of his clothes. His cock sprang to attention as he pulled down his boxers and without a word exchanged, you dropped to your knees. You took the hair elastic that was around your wrist and you scooped your still-very pink hair into a ponytail.

Bryan’s cock was painfully hard and aching, with a bead of pre-cum weeping from the head. Bryan chuckled darkly and gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before dragging it back and forth along your lips. “You want this?” He asked, as he now tapped it on your face.

You looked up at Bryan and opened your mouth wide, extending your tongue over your bottom lip. Bryan let out another chuckle as he fed you his cock. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock.”

You relaxed your throat as Bryan continued to press his cock into your mouth. Once he had hit the back of your throat, he holds you in place, causing you to gag, and spit to start dripping from your mouth. He released himself and before you could get another deep inhalation of air, he slammed his cock into your mouth all the way again. He again held you in place and your eyes began to water as you gagged; more saliva dripped over your chin and onto the floor. Bryan withdrew again and this time you used your hand to pump him. You gathered some saliva and spit on his cock for lubrication. You gave him a few more pumps and then you took his length into your mouth once more.

Bryan threw his head back as you closed your mouth around him, using your tongue to go over every ridge and vein. The weight of his thick cock against your tongue caused your pussy to ache with need. Bryan focused his gaze back on you, watching as his length disappeared in and out of your mouth.

Bryan grunted and groaned, moaning your name in encouragement as you worshipped his cock. You flattened your tongue and ran it along his length before sucking on the sensitive crown, flicking your tongue against the tip. Bryan reached for your ponytail and wrapped your hair in his grip, guiding you along again. You let him set the pace and soon he was fucking your throat, the only sounds in the room being wet, slurping sounds and the obscene moans you were making from around his cock.

“Fucking love your mouth but I love coming in that pussy more.” Bryan grunted. You let out a whine and Bryan removed himself from your mouth. With your hair still gripped in his hand, he tilted your head up. “Is that what my girl wants?”

You nodded, desperately. “Yes daddy, come in my pussy! Please.”

Bryan helped you rise to your feet. He gripped your chin, and took in the sight of you. Chin messy with saliva, streaks of mascara down your cheeks. His cock twitched once more - you never looked more beautiful. “Bed - now. I want to feast on that pussy.”

You turned to climb onto the bed and Bryan gave you a smack on your ass, causing you to squeal. You flopped onto your back and spread your legs wide. Reaching down with your hand, you spread your folds apart, giving Bryan an ample look at your arousal.

“Have I told you that you have such a pretty pussy?” Bryan murmured against your skin. He used his fingers to spread your lips more, revealing your flesh. He stroked your pussy teasingly, gathering your arousal on his fingertips but never sinking them into where you wanted it most. As he continued to stroke your lips, he pressed kisses along your inner thighs. You reveled in the feel of his wiry beard along your skin. You recalled how Bryan liked a bare pussy and you were happy to endure repeated Brazilians in hopes of anything would come about in the future... and now it had.

His breath was hot on your aching cunt. You cried out as he wrecked your pussy with his tongue, burying his face inside of you, sucking and licking and devouring your slick folds.. To Bryan you were like a juicy peach, with your arousal dripping into his mouth. You were delicious and he couldn’t get enough of you. He licked you with big, broad strokes, before targeting your swollen, sensitive clit, taking it between his lips, trapping it so he could torment it with his tongue, scraping just slightly with his teeth. He reached up to grab at your tits, his large hand gripping one tightly. You cried out from the sensation of how his tongue massaged your clit furiously before dipping inside you, mimicking what was to come.

You ground against his mouth, riding against his face, as pleasure coursed through you. Bryan lifted his mouth from you and you whined at the loss. It was short lived, as he sucked two of his fingers and then slid them into your tight cunt, knuckles deep. As he massaged your walls with his fingers, he used his free hand to rub your clit.

“Gonna come for me Y/N? Gonna make a mess for daddy?” Bryan rasped as he curled his fingers, pumping them into you faster.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” You cried out, throwing your head back. Your thighs began to shake and Bryan began to rub your clitoris roughly and haphazardly. You shouted Bryan’s name as you clenched around his fingers, squirting and soaking him in the process. You began to push away from him, overstimulated but Bryan threw his large arm over you, keeping you in place.

“Oh no, no.” Bryan darkly commanded. “Daddy wants more.” He slipped his fingers back into, this time, adding one more into your fluttering cunt and began jackhammering them. He rubbed your clitoris roughly again, the squelching wet sounds filled up the room. You cried out again, feeling the pressure inside you burst, as you squirted again. Bryan lapped you, cleaning you with his tongue, enjoying your flavor.

You barely had a chance to recover, as Bryan slid his body over yours and slid his cock easily into you. You groaned as he filled you, the slight burn sensation mixing with pleasure as you accommodated his girth. He gripped your wrists and placed your arms overhead.

“Hold onto the rails sweetheart.” You looked back and gripped the wrought iron rails, which elongated the length of your body. Bryan covered your mouth with his as he began to drive into you with long, deep strokes. He pounded into you, and you could feel his balls slap against your pussy.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, yes, fuck me!” You cried out. Bryan leaned up, so he was sitting on his haunches and took both your legs and hooked them over his shoulder. Bryan continued to thrust into you and you let out a wrecked moan as the angle changed, causing his cock to hit your sensitive spot. A sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies as you fucked each other. You released your grips on the rails and began to play to play with your tits, pushing them together and tugging on your nipples.

“Yes…” Bryan grunted. “Play with those titties.”

You moaned, and continued to do so, encouraged by his words. Bryan slowed his thrusting, rotating his hips, teasing you. You let out a choked sob as he did so, and he reached down to rub your clit. “Come for me.” Your legs trembled as you felt yet another orgasm begin to build.

“Oh fuck daddy, oh yes!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you began to tighten around his cock. Bryan paused his movements and withdrew, tapping his cock against your clit furiously. A gush of your come squirted out, covering him and soaking the bed below. You had barely caught your breath when Bryan pulled you up and flopped you onto your stomach. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you took his length into your mouth again, bobbing on him enthusiastically. You could taste yourself on his cock.

“My dirty slut.” Bryan cooed, as he stroked your now sweaty hair. He wrapped some of it in his fist, guiding you along. You squealed as he reached over and began to lay spanks on your ass.

You released him from your mouth, gasping more. “Yes, daddy, spank me. I have been such a bad girl.”

“Bad girls get punished.” Bryan growled. You looked up at him and nodded eagerly.

“Mmmm, punish me daddy!”

He pulled you up roughly and crushed his mouth against yours - the kiss was all teeth and tongue. He broke the kiss and lightly smacked you on the face and then gripped your chin.

“Is that what daddy's girl wants? To be punished for being such a dirty fucking slut?”

You nodded again. “Yes. Please.” You begged desperately. Bryan repeated the slap and then reached down to grab your tits before also slapping them. You let out a whimper, as the pain mixed with pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him back down onto the bed. He rolled so you were on top. You leaned forward, rising slightly and reached down for his cock, lining it up along with your entrance.

You both groaned at the sensation. Bryan’s grip on your hips were tight and you were certain there would be marks on your hips in the morning. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the only sound were moans and groans as well as the sound of skin slapping on skin.

You wanted one more - just one more to lessen the ache that only Bryan seemed to create. You reached down and rubbed your clit, closing your eyes as you let this final orgasm crash over you. You slumped forward, dropping your head by his ear as Bryan planted his feet up onto the bed and hammered into you, now chasing his own release. You mewled and whimpered in his ear, begging sweetly for his cum. Bryan stifferned, gripping your hips tightly as he let out an animalistic groan as he spilled his release into you. His release dripped out of you, pooling where you were connected.

You both stayed there for awhile, catching your breaths. Bryan stroked your back as you nuzzled against him. Finally, you rolled off of Bryan and curled into him, stroking his chest hair.

“You certainly know how to keep me young.” Bryan murmured, causing you to laugh. Bryan rolled onto his side, turning to face you. He pushed back the hair from your face. He observed a pink strand. “I like it - you should keep it.”

You smiled. “We’ll see.” Bryan hummed and pulled you to him, where you both fell asleep from the little party you had with one another.

FIN.

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applepi-1 · 3 years ago

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Sleep over?

Akira x you

Summary: You get into a fight with your parents and you headed to Akira's house, who is your crush, who you are sure he hates you.

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Y/n-Your name

-1558 words-

You paced back and forth as the rain fell around you. Sighing while rubbing your face, letting your fist hover over the door. Before you could blink you felt your body betray you and knocked. After a few seconds, you began to panic and pace back and forth again. Hugging your arms closer to you. "Uh, Y/n?" You looked at him as he opened the door.

"I... I'm sorry, it's late, I know. But... I... I don't even know what I'm doing here." You went to turn around but his mom came over.

"Who's this? Come in dear, it's freezing outside." She didn't really give you a choice as she wrapped your arms rubbing them. "You're freezing." She closed the door behind her, Akira followed you. "Hunny, can you make some hot chocolate."

"Or no, it's fine. I don't want to intrude." His mother rolled her eyes rubbing your arms.

"Right, you came for Akira, right? Love, take her to your room give her a shirt or something, Honey, make the hot chocolate, we'll bring it up, or Akira can bring it to you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Kunimi." The woman smiled at you before you followed the boy upstairs, they didn’t even allow you to take your shoes off.

"Take what you want, I'll go get the hot chocolate." You sighed before turning to his closet, seeing a long sleeve shirt. Slipping off yours, you immediately put on the long sleeve shirt. You looked in the mirror sighing. What are you doing here? At your crush's house, in his clothes, when you know he hates you. You sighed again remember the first day y'all met.

You stretched and looked around the class. Your eyes landing on a boy who looked incredibly bored. You threw a piece of paper at him making him look at you. You stuck out your tongue and he gave you a blank look. Hmp, rude. You threw another piece of paper making him sigh and look at you again. You smiled widely at him catching him off guard a little before it turned back to a blank look. Hmp. 'I'm (Y/n).' You mouthed making him give you a look. 'I don't care.' You rolled your eyes as he turned around, you threw another piece of paper at him. You saw him sigh loudly and look at you. You gave a small smile, he mouthed, 'It's Akira.' You smiled in success. But he just turned around making you pout.

Since then, you tried talking to him, but you'd notice he'd immediately stop taking and ignores you. At first, you thought it was because he was shy, but then you'd notice him talking to other players, just not you. To say it hurt was an understatement. "Looks good on you." You jumped turning around seeing Akira with a cup in his hand.

"Thanks... for the hot chocolate." You took and sipped it, exhaling at the hotness.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" You sighed placing it on his nightstand before sitting on his bed.

"I guess I owe you an explanation." You sighed rubbing your legs.

"Yeah. Kind of."

"I... I got into it again with my parents. They want me to be like my sister."

"Isn't she the school slut?"

"Yeah, she is. Which is what I asked my parents. And they yelled at me, saying not to say rude things about her." You bit your lip looking down. "Doesn't matter that I'm... the smartest kid at the school, or that I'm doing great things. TO them, it's... pointless. To me, it's not. I rather open a book than open my legs. But to them, they wish I was... different..."

"And it doesn't help that the guy you like... hate you, right?" You looked up at him, confused. "I heard Atsumu and Osamu mention it. Once or twice."

"Yeah... that fact doesn't help." You sighed and let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry for being here, I don't want to intrude, it's just. I heard the twins mention you lived nearby, and my dad... he... he found out I was texting Atusma and..." You froze looking down at your legs. "And... uh, he..." You felt tears fall at the memory.

“You want me to be like your daughter? She’s the biggest slut in the school.”

“Excuse me, you will not talk about your sister, like that.”

“Why?”

“If she’s the slut, then who’s Atsuma and Osuma.” You looked at your mom and scoffed.

“You go through my phone?”

“Well, duh.”

“Why?”

“Because we can. Are you sleeping with them?”

"I’m not having sex or seeing either of them." You yelled quietly.

"Quit lying!" He marched over to your phone, throwing it at the wall, but that was just the beginning. He began knocking anything in his path to the floor including our family photos. You have no clue what to do when he picked up an expensive glass vase.

"D-Dad, please stop!" You pleaded as you watched him throw it to the floor, glass shards flying everywhere. "I said stop." You snapped pulling him away from picking up a picture frame. His eyes met yours and softened a little. "Please." He turned his head away from you. "I swear I'm not sleeping with them." You cried you looked to where he was looking, seeing an old photo of you and the volleyball players at the beginning of school. He shoved you forcefully causing you to hit your head on the ground, missing glass that littered the floor in inches.

"You deserve to rot in hell. Get the hell out of my house!”

You stammered to your feet away glass cutting all different places of your almost bare feet. You opened the front door leave at 10 pm, only knowing one house nearby. You sobbed, slipping on your shoes, and left the house.

And now here you are, in Akira’s home. He listened closely as you told him the story. He looked down at your shoes and slipped them off, you hissed as your fresh cuts hit the cold air. “Shit, Y/n.” He ran to his bathroom and wetted a rag. He worked in silence, you let out a hiss every now and then, other than that, it was extremely quiet. He hates you... you hate you. You hate that part of you was scared... how he'd react. When he was done, he didn't bother to look up at you “How long…?” You barely heard him.

“Uh, a couple of months, now…” Since your sister became a senior she’s never been home. She doesn’t know what they do when you don’t meet their goals.

“Why didn’t you tell someone?” He looked up at you finally, you wiped the tears and laughed.

“I did… my dad paid them off. I-I’m sorry I came here… I just… had nowhere else to go, and… god, I hate people seeing me cry…” He watched as you wiped your tears, laughing slightly.

“You still look beautiful, even when you cry.” You stopped moving, looking down at him confused.

“I… Sorry, what?” He placed his hands on your hips, looking you in the eye, but before he could speak, you let out a giggle.

“Are you ticklish?”

“No.” You tried to sound strong but you ended up in a fit of giggles. He smirked to himself before tickling you again. “Aki-ah-ra. St-ah-op.” He laughed along with you, you slid your hands up his shirt trying to push him off, but you both ended up stopping. You looked up at him as your hands rested on his toned abs. Shit. His hand was somewhat under your shirt, resting on your ribs. “Akira…” He looked down at your lips then at your eyes.

“Y/n…” You flicked between his eyes than his lips as he slowly leaned down. You met him halfway, kissing him softly. His hand squeezing your side before trialing down to your thigh, lifting it a little. You never thought you’d be in this position when you knocked on his door. You sighed into the kiss as he began to trail sloppy kisses down your neck.

“Fuck….” He smirked against your neck before sucking on it. “Ah, Akira…” You brought your legs around his hips forcing his hips to hit yours. He let out a low groan.

“Damn…” He brought his mouth to your ear nibbling on it. “Let me show you how a guy treats a girl they like.” You felt your cheeks heat up, he likes me? Before you could think, his lips met yours again.

“Love, oh.” He pulled away quickly sitting up, you turned your head in embarrassment. “I just brought you some snacks, I’m leaving.” She laughed and walked out the door.

“Sorry about her…” You didn’t meet his eyes. “Ah, look. The guy you like is an idiot.” Did he just call himself an idiot? You laughed lightly. “What, I'm being serious. He is an idiot. How can he not like you? You’re like the prettiest girl in our grade, not scratch that, in our school. And you’re like super smart, and kind. It’s hard being around you and… not being able to kiss you.” You looked at him slightly shocked, is that why he ignored you? “It’s kind of why I avoided you. It was hard being around you especially after you told the twins about your crush…” You leaned up, crashing your lips to his.

“You’re the guy I like, Akira, it was always you.” He looked down at you and smiled, he actually smiled.

“Well then, would you be mine?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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2pmlouie · 3 years ago

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» title :: i'm your fan

» characters :: louie, ???

» warnings :: 'creepy' behavior (?). i tried to make it sweet but it may come off as creepy. let me know which one it is.

» word count :: 1.7k

» summary :: during his stay in new york to study in juilliard, louie meets a man who claims to be his fan.

It was his second semester as a freshman, Louie still couldn't get used to New York. Even though he was born in the U.S, he spent many years abroad. Studying at Juilliard was as great as getting accepted into Harvard. In fact, it was even more formidable, since Juilliard is the most prestigious conservatory in the world.

When Park Jinyoung PD found out Louie passed the audition, he gave him permission to study outside of Korea. After all, 2PM had been on hiatus for a year now, and the other members who hadn't joined the military were busy with solo activities.

Although his family didn't live in New York, he had many opportunities to see them and spend time with them more than he ever had in his years as an idol. That same week his sister Luna called, asking if he wanted to grab korean barbecue somewhere for the weekend, which he gladly accepted.

As for his life as a student, well, the pressure was something he was ready for. In Juilliard it's impossible to call someone ordinary; notable alumni who have become important figures in the history of contemporary art, children of important people, and others who can only be called prodigies.

Was Louie in one of these groups? No, he wasn't.

Even though his professor, DiDonato, had praised his vocal ability as a 'god-given gift' in a master class, Louie couldn't say he felt completely confident to call himself a prodigy. Yet, studying at Juilliard was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there he was.

After the orchestra rehearsal of that day, finishing putting his 'Bach Chorales' book on the bag, Louie walked out of the school building. He breathed in the cool air that passed through his airway, exhaling it as he rubbed his hands, having nowhere to put them, wearing an outfit without a pocket.

“Gosh it's cold,” he muttered as he walked down the stairs.

Stepping onto the last step, his eyes went to the street, where there was a car parked right in front of the building. He wasn't a car expert but could recognize a Ferrari in that vibrant red color. It made him wonder for a few seconds who would own such a luxurious car, but soon he lost interest. Most of the people studying in that conservatory were rich.

Before he could continue his way, the car's scissor-style door opened. The person pushed down the door after getting out, revealing himself. A man wearing a black sunglass and a long coat was carrying a bouquet of flowers in his left hand.

“Why he is coming towards me?”

His steps got closer and closer until it stopped in front of Louie. A smile appeared on his face.

“Did you eat today?”, to his surprise the voice spoke in Korean, “you should've put something warmer."

“You know me?”

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a face with Asian features, not too old but mature. “I'm your fan.”

“Oh,” he said with a surprised tone, “why?”

“This the first thing you ask? Hahaha.”

“I asked if you know me first.”

“Let's not talk here, it's cold. Can I give you a ride home? By the way, I bought these flowers for you.”

Louie looked down at the bouquet being held, then crossed his arms, looking at the other's eyes. “Thank you but I can walk.”

“You sure? The subway is probably crowded this hour.”

“If that's all, I'll be going.”

“Your bouquet-”

“I can't hold it now, my hands are freezing. Consider that I accepted it and put them in a vase of water. I can't take photos or give you an autograph either. The reason you already know.”

At his words, the man showed a wry smile, tightening his grip on the bouquet he was holding. “I see, be careful on your way home.”

He turned away and continued walking at a hurried step, shrugging his shoulders and trying to control the chills on his arms. Louie didn't look back once, only forward.

When Louie finally got home and was able to rest, he began to think about what had happened. The way he treated his so-called fan wasn't polite, as he was in a hurry. What if he curses him on social media as a rude and arrogant person? He didn't think about it at the time, wanting to go home.

After all, why was he a fan of him? If Louie wasn't in such a hurry, he would have asked again. He wouldn't question if it was a woman in her mid-twenties who'd said she'd been a fan since she was a teenager, but that man looked older than him and 2PM's concept is not really made for people like him.

He knew that was a biased thought -especially coming from him-, but it's the truth. That's why it made him intrigued. The man also seemed quite wealthy and good-looking.

“What am I thinking after treating him that way? There's no way he's still my fan.”

It was better that way, he didn't come here as an idol, just a student who wanted to live like that for the rest of his student life.

He was there again.

And again.

That man appeared in front of the conservatory for the rest of the week, always at the same time, no matter if it was extremely cold. However, unlike before, he didn't offer a ride or tried to give another bouquet, he was just there.

His presence was already gaining attention from other students, one of them even asked if he was his boyfriend. Every time Louie finished the classes he saw the man outside, smiling and waving at him while leaning back on his luxurious Ferrari.

He had such a carefree smile like a happy puppy, not overly bubble or annoying, but bright enough to make Louie's eye tired. Even if he ignored or didn't greet him, he would still show up the next day.

“Is this some kind of provocation because I was rude to him? It's ticking off me already.”

“What?” Luna asked, looking at him with curiosity.

“There's this guy who said he was my fan some days ago and I didn't treat him well. Now he's coming to my school every day. I can't figure out what exactly he wants.”

“He came to your school as a fan?”

“Yeah, he even bought a bouquet and offered me a ride home.”

“Ooh, that sounds creepy,” his sister said sipping the iced cola.

“It's not creepy, just annoying.”

“Is he cute?”

“Kinda, and rich too, I think.”

“Talk to him!” Her tone immediately changed to excited.

Louie shook his head, eating one piece of meat with chopsticks. “So he's not creepy anymore? You're really simple-minded.”

“But doesn't it look like something a male lead in a kdrama would do to catch the heroine's attention?”

“Probably, Koreans love to romanticize problematic things,” he said watching the sister roll her eyes, “and do I look like a kdrama heroine?”

“Forget it, eat the barbecue.”

He smiled seeing the woman's annoyed expression, eating another piece of meat. Although Luna looked like his own reflection in the mirror with a female body, she was completely different from him, being the more extroverted of the two.

“You know what? I'll get an answer tomorrow.”

Louie should've sorted this out sooner rather than fretting over it in a weekend. On Monday he'll question the guy and ask why he was doing this.

At least that was his plan.

“He's not here.”

That was on Monday.

“Neither today.”

Then Tuesday.

As he looked out into the street, looking for any sign of a red Ferrari, Louie showed a puzzled expression. He waited for a whole week, but the man didn't show up.

“Louie, whatever is worrying you, you better leave it out of my classroom.”

“I'm sorry, professor.”

The woman appeared annoyed to realize that he was sighing too much that day, not even paying attention to her lecture. Wasn't it for the better? At least he didn't have to worry about a possible stalker anymore. Everything was back to normal.

Still, it was bothering him.

That man was ignored for a week, did he gave up? There wasn't a single article talking about his rude treatment to a fan either. No matter how much he thought, it was suspicious.

When he exited the building, the sight of a car caught his attention. He walked down the stairs in hurry, his heart beating a little bit faster.

As if nothing happened, that man was there again, leaning on the car and fidgeting his feet as he seemed to wait for someone. When their eyes met, he gave him the same bright smile, waving his hand.

Instead of walking away, however, the man looked surprised seeing the other approach him.

“Louie-”

“Is this some kind of joke? Why're you doing this?”

“What is this about?” He tilted his head, looking confused.

“This! You appear out of nowhere, then disappear and appear again.”

“I had some business in Korea so I was away for a week,” he explained, showing him another smile. “Why? You missed me?”

“Don't dare come back tomorrow or I'll call the police.” Louie pointed at him with menacing eyes.

“Wait, wait! I should've made myself clear.”

“Too late, I'm not hearing.”

He turned his back, walking with heavy steps, his fists clenched. It was foolish to worry about him even a little, thinking something had happened.

“I like you!” The scream right behind him made Louie freeze. “Sorry for not being honest. I'm not really your fan. I only said that to have an excuse.”

Louie looked back, blinking non-stop for some seconds, unsure what to do. He felt the blood rushing to his face, making it warmer.

“I'm in love with you, Louie!”

“What the heck are you screaming in public? This is embarrassing, shut up! At least say it in Korean!”

“I'm in love with-”

“You don't need to say it again!”

if he could look at himself in a mirror, his face would probably be red. Of course, he heard many times from fans those kinds of words, enough to make him not even react, but this time it caught him off guard.

“My name's Kang Hoon, I'm not a suspicious person,” he said taking out of his pocket what seemed to be a business card.

Reluctantly, Louie took the card, and his eyes widened when he saw what was written.

“Are you kidding me?”

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eternalstann · 5 years ago

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Window

Peter Parker x Reader

Smut!!!

You catch Spiderman outside your window, of course you invite him in ;)

Peter swears it wasn’t intentional he ended up outside your window tonight. He heard a commotion nearby and just wanted to check on you. The two of you barely spoke at school, you were way out of his league; but you were on the academic decathlon team together. You were always nice to him when you did speak and Peter could admit he had more than a little crush on you.

He crept to your window, you had you curtains open despite how late it was; which was unlike you. He peered in, your room was empty. Where were you? He leans closer and looks around, no sign of you. His mind wanders, you were popular and it was Friday. You were probably at a party or something. He sighs in disappointment, he wanted to see you. But maybe it was for the best...this was getting borderline stalkerish. Peter gazed into your room one last time, about to stand to leave when you walk into your room. Covered in nothing but a white towel, hair dripping from a shower no doubt. “Jesus..” he clammers backwards on the fire escape, tripping over himself. He curses at the noise he makes.

Your head whips around, you hear a noise from the fire escape. Your first instinct is to go towards it but you stop yourself. What if it was a robber? You grab the first thing you see, which just so happens to be a flat iron and approach the window. You turn your eyes down and all you see is a mass of red and blue. What the fuck? The figure and stands and you gasp, eyes wide. Spiderman! “Holy shit!” you exclaim. You push open your window. “Are you okay?” You ask, watching him rub his head. “Yeah thanks, I’m sorry” he mumbles.

Peter is doing his best to hide his nerves. What would he say when you ask what he was doing. “It’s okay..” you don’t know where to go from here, the two of you just staring at one another and his presence feels familiar. “I was just tired; I was going to sit down but I tripped and then..well here we are” he explains awkwardly and you giggle. “Do you want to come inside? I can make you some tea, and I think I have some donuts if you want?” You offer, and you cross your fingers that he’d say yes. Peter almost jumps at the chance but does his best to play it cool.

“Yeah that’d be great, thank you” he answers and you motion for him to come in. Once he’s standing in front of you, in your house he’s a little intimidating. Not super tall, but taller than you. His shoulders were broad and it was easy to see he had a muscular built. You draw in a shaky breath, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. “I’ll be right back” you speak, barely above a whisper. You walk out into the hall and exhale. You couldn’t believe Spider-Man was literally in your room.

You shake it off, making the tea and warming up a glazed donut. You check yourself in a mirror in the hall, you’d had almost forgotten you were close to naked. You shake your head, of all the ways to meet him. Entering your room you find him looking at all your photos. You clear your throat and smile, “I’m sorry-“ he starts but you cut him off. “No worries, sit down! This is for you” you hand him the food and sit down next to him on your bed. You try hard not to stare at him while he eats but you just can’t help yourself. He was a fucking superhero!

“Thank you” he turns towards you once he finishes. “No, thank you; for like saving the city - and the world blah blah blah” you giggle and he lets out a laugh at that too. “You’re welcome Y/N” and you furrow you’re eyebrows, you don’t remember telling him your name. “How’d you know my name?” You ask him, staring at his mask where his eyes were. Peter winces, he’s convinced he has to be the worst superhero ever. “I uh, I saw it on your mail box” he stutters and you squint. “You came through my window!” You exclaim, who the fuck was this man. What if he wasn’t even Spiderman, just some imposter here to kill you?! You scoot away, what were you thinking.

Peter panics, you were afraid of him. He acted before he thought, ripping his make off. You freeze, stunned. “Peter Parker..” you whisper. You wouldn’t have guessed in a million years. He was so quiet, shy even at school. “Yeah. Please don’t tell anyone” he stares at you, grabbing your hand. “I..I won’t” you reply, taking the chance to really look at him. His brown hair was messy, falling in his face. It looked soft, and your fingers itched to run through it. His face was relaxed, a gentle expression etched across it. Crooked nose, and pink lips. Had Peter always been this cute. You saw him almost everyday, but you had never taken the time to appreciate his features.

You’re still staring at him when it dawns on you, it was no coincidence he ended up outside your window. “Were you watching me?” You ask with a smirk. Peters eyes widen, rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs, he didn’t want to get caught in another lie. “Yeah I was..” he answers, cheeks going red. You throw your head back in a laugh before looking him in the eyes again. “Did you like what you saw?” the words flow before you can give them a second thought, biting your lip.

Peter was sure he had to be dreaming, did you really just ask him that? Standing in front of him in nothing but a towel? He felt light headed, but nods at you. You take a deep breath, “do you want to see more?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice even but on the inside you were shaking with nerves. Peters breathes hitches in his throat, croaking out a yes. He can’t tear his eyes away, watching as you unwrap your towel. You close your eyes and let it drop to the floor. “Jesus, you’re beautiful” Peter murmurs staring at your naked form in front of him. Blood rushes to his dick and his suit gets tight, his heart was pounding in his chest and he really couldn’t believe this was happening.

There was something erotic about standing naked before him like this, and you feel a heat rush through you, settling low in your stomach. You look down and notice him playing with his hands, like he doesn’t know what to do next. Honestly you don’t either, but you’re yearning for him to touch you so grab his hand, pulling it towards your chest. “You can touch me Peter...you can do whatever you want to me” you tell him and Peter moans at your words. He doesn’t waste a single second. He stands, placing his hands on your full breasts and massaging them. You hum, letting your eyes fall shut. You let yourself melt into his touch for a few moments before you decide you want something else. “Can you take off your suit for me?” You ask sweetly and peter is nodding and taking it off for you in the blink of an eye.

You take in the sight of him, creamy skin just waiting for you. You kiss his chest, trailing downwards and letting your nails follow behind you. You feel his stomach tense under your touch and you smile to yourself. You hook a finger in the waistband of his boxers letting them snap against his skin. “Can I?” You whisper against his skin, letting your tongue lick along beneath his belly button. “Yes, please” he hisses, looking down at you. You pull down the checker pattern fabric, and you pull back at the size of him. You were not expecting Peter Parker to be packing like this. You swallow your nerves, leaning forward and taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck..” a broken moan falls from Peters lips and you take it as encouragement. You focus on his tip, swirling your tongue around it and working one hand at his base. Your other hand is gripping his thigh to steady yourself. You take him deeper, flattening your tongue against the bottom of his dick and letting your jaw slack to try and fit all of him. Your nose is almost touching his pelvis and his hips jerk at the feeling. You gag around him, tears welling in your eyes but you don’t stop. Bobbing your head faster, you grab Peters hand and place it on the back of your head, trying to tell him to guide you. He buries his fingers in your hair, pushing your head back and forth on his length. “Shit, y/n you’re so good” he gasps, feeling himself nearing his peak. You reach to play with his balls, looking up at him with bleary eyes and Peter loses it.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warns but you only take him deeper as he releases in your mouth. You swallow him down, and Peter is staring at you in awe. “Y/N...” he drawls out your name, lifting you and tossing you onto the bed. You squeak, liking the way he manhandled you. He climbed on top of you, connecting your lips in a kiss and it felt like the most right thing in the world. Your lips moved together like two people dancing to the same melody. You’re hands wrapped around his neck, chest arching into his. His hand traveled down your side and you gasp feeling his fingers slide through your folds. You whine, hips grinding against his hand. Your body ached for more of him. “Peter please..” you begged and he obliged.

His fingers delved inside of you, and you groan at the feeling. He curled them upwards, tips of them brushing against that perfect spot. He sped up, his palm rubbing your clit and lips attached to your neck. Your thighs closed around his hand as the pressure the built deep inside of you. Peter pushed them apart with ease, continuing at his same pace. Your eyes screwed shut as you came on his fingers, calling Peters name. “Fuck, Peter that was amazing” you whisper, pulling him in to kiss you again; “now get inside me”

He positions himself by your entrance, sliding in with ease at how wet you are and you both groan at the feeling. You feel so full, and he pressure of his weight on top of you; the sounds he was making...it doesn’t take long for you to feel your second orgasm building. He thrust in and out of you, his hand pinning your hips to the mattress to make sure you took all of him. “Fuck!” He cursed, grabbing your left left and hooking it over his waist and your eyes roll back at the new angle he reaches. “Peter please don’t stop” you beg, hands grasping at his shoulders, desperate to hold on. “I’m not baby” he whispers, reaching down to rub your clit. He pistons into you, fingers working magic on you and you shake as you come again. “Fuck cum, Peter!” You cry. His thrusts get sloppy and he drives deep into you as he cums, letting himself go slack against your sticky body.

“Never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad you were outside my window”

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hello babes! sorry I meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep lol, also Extraterrestrial part 2 will be up by Saturday! Love you 💕

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noonaduck · 5 years ago

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SeXd (sex ed) pt.9

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut,slight angst, non idol Au Warnings: cursing Words: 2372 A/N: If you wish there was some smut clap your hands! -claps- Summary: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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Okay...Things were rather awkward. You were sitting on living room couch scrolling mindlessly trough your phone when Namjoon entered the room eating an apple. The juice spurts when he bites the flesh of the fruit and some of it slides down of his chin, he is so lost in his thoughts that he hasn't noticed you yet. You try to become one with the couch but of course Namjoon would notice you and freezes in middle of his second bite. An awkward grin rises to his face and he sits on the opposite side of L-shaped couch.

''Hey Joon.'' You sift awkwardly and try avoid his eyes. You are sure that he knew what had happened between you, Hoseok and Yoongi just few hours ago. You had left the two men to sleep in your bed and when you had left a empty space between them in your bed they reached for each other in search of warmth. You had taken a cute picture which you thought would be handy in the future. You dressed lazily in pair of sweatpants and loose t-shirt when you left your room and felt relieved when no one was in sight. You had been able to enjoy your own company only for a little while before Namjoon had came inside eating his apple. The air felt awkward around you, after all you had had sex with someone else even after he had expressed his interest towards you. ''So you Hoseok and Yoongi?'' Namjoon doesn't hesitate and puts the cat on the table bluntly. ''What do you mean?'' ''So are you guys dating or are you dating one of them now?'' Namjoon asks his whole body stiff. ''What? No. I don't honestly know what I was thinking that I slept with them again. Still I don't regret it even though things are turning more complicated.'' You confess and bury you face to your hands. ''I don't know what I should do.'' ''Hey Y/N, it's okay. You aren't in responsible of our feelings.'' This time Namjoon's voice is gentle and you look to him from you hands. ''But now I have three men telling me that they are interested in me. I will end up hurting someone no matter what.'' You sniff. Now that you were talking about the situation it was quick to take over of your feelings and soon you found yourself sobbing in Namjoon's embrace. ''Shh, everything will turn fine.'' Namjoon shoos you stroking your hair in calming manner.

''What's going on, Y/N are you okay?'' Jin's worried voice comes from the stairs and he hurries in and sits next to you on couch. ''She had sex with Yoongi and Hoseok and now she is having melt down because of it.'' Namjoon explains while you squeeze hem of his shirt in your hands and hide on his neck. ''They did what?!'' Jin's voice is rather cold and his posture straightens on your side. ''I thought that the whole sex thing was one time thing... at least I hoped so.'' Jin mumbled the last part so quietly that you weren't sure did you hear him correctly. You pull yourself up in Namjoon's lap and face Jin who's face is emotionless while he squeezes his hands tightly in fists. ''Are you mad at me?'' You ask with raspy voice. Great, you had now made even Jin go mad. Y/N stop thinking with that thing between your legs and focus! Even though you aren't virgin anymore you don't have to go overboard. You are lecturing yourself in your mind. Jin takes a deep breath and exhales big puff of air. ''I don't know who I am mad to at the moment. I don't even understand why I'm mad. I think that I need to go to get some fresh air and calm down.'' Jin smiles to you but his grin seem rather forced, he pats your shoulder gently and gets up from the couch disappearing from the backdoor. ''I think that I need time for myself as well.'' You tell quietly and get up from Namjoon's lap. ''Thank you for comforting me.'' Namjoon doesn't answer and instead nods with small smile. You leave the living area and head towards the stairs. Your plan is to hide in to the home office because Yoongi and Hoseok has taken over your bedroom. You have to walk past the master bedroom where Jungkook and Taehyung are currently staying and the door is slightly ajar. You can't help yourself and glance towards the open door. What you see makes you gasp and your eyes widen in horror. Taehyung is only wearing a towel covering his body and its hanging dangerously low on his hips while he dries his hair with another towel and doesn't notice you before you make a surprised sound. Taehyung looks up when he hears the air leaving your lungs and his whole body halts. His torso is covered with nasty scars and burn marks crisscrossing on his light skin. ''Get lost!'' Taehyung's surprised face turns one of in anger and he hurries to slam the door shut. You look the closed door with loss at words and just by then Jungkook happens to come up from the stairs and sneak behind of you while you keep staring at the door in your thoughts. ''What are we looking at?'' Jungkook asks curiously and tilts his head towards the door. ''Oh Jesus! You scared me to death.'' You tell and press your chest calming yourself down. ''It's nothing...So whats up?'' You glue fake smile to your face and Jungkook seems to buy it. It's not my place to ask about Taehyung's scars at least not form someone else than himself. ''Nothing much I was about to get my camera from the room and take some photos.'' Jungkook shrugs his shoulders and reaches for the door handle. ''Wait!'' You yell hastily and Jungkook stops in confusion. ''I actually wanted to talk about something with you.'' You let the words out before you can think anything else keeping Jungkook from entering the room. ''What is it?'' Jungkook asks curiously and you rack your head through for ideas. ''Uh, can we talk somewhere else?'' You are trying to buy some time and Jungkook lets go of the handle. ''Okay, where do you want to talk?'' ''How about outside? It's beautiful weather and I haven't seen much of our surroundings. ''In that case I know a great place where we can go. Let's meet by the front door in five.'' Jungkook's face lightens up. ''Why in five?'' ''Because I really want to get my camera.'' Jungkook smiles blushing. ''Um, okay. See you soon.'' You are quick to agree and take few steps back towards the stairs and when you hear the cursed door opening you sprint in to run and down the stairs. In the end you weren't able to stop Jungkook stepping in to the master bedroom. ~ You have changed in to comfortable shoes and pulled a oversized hoodie over your clothes. You are tapping your foot impatiently on the floor when Jungkook arrives with a black camera hanging on his neck. You have no idea about cameras and their qualities but you can clearly see that its an expensive one. ''Ready to go?'' Jungkook asks excited. Jungkook has changed into similar outfit as yours, you note to yourself, he is wearing baggy grey sweatpants with oversized black hoodie and snickers. ''Yep. Ready like a scout.'' You tell jokingly making a honor for the man when you step out of the door. Jungkook chuckles lightly at you and shakes his head. ''Where are we going?'' You ask curiously when Jungkook leads you towards a treeline in the backyard. ''You will see soon.'' Jungkook tells and takes your hand in to his without a much thought when you are walking little bit too slow for his liking. A small blush rises to your cheeks and you hope that he doesn't notice. Soon you find yourself in the beginning of a narrow path that leads deeper in to the forest and towards the mountains. You are sure that without Jungkook you would have missed that the path even existed. ''Me, Tae, Jimin and Hannah, our old um... friend, used to play in these woods when we were younger.'' Jungkook tells while he leads you along the path. '' We even had our first try with an alcohol here. I remember how Tae's grandma was so pissed when we arrived her home drunk like a cuckoos and when Jimin puked right in front of her feet. She let us sleep it of and when we woke up we all were suffering from the biggest hangover ever. At least this time Jimin was able to reach the toilet on time. We heard a long lecture about risks of using alcohol when we are underage and we had to clean the whole house as a punishment. Luckily for us she didn't tell our parents what we had done.'' Jungkook chuckles fondly to the memory. ''Who is Hannah? I don't think that I have never heard her name before.'' ''She isn't around anymore.'' Suddenly Jungkook's voice becomes wary and he decides to change the subject. '' I hope that you don't mid about some walking, to be honest it takes at least twenty minutes to reach our destination.'' ''I can manage.'' At least I have more time to think about what I'm going to say... You two fell in comfortable nature and you admire the nature around you, how the trees are getting their buds and how the plant starts rising from the ground and reaching towards the sky. Soon you and Jungkook reach a spot where the path parts in two directions and Jungkook gestures you to follow him for the right path. ''What is on the left?'' You ask curiously. ''There is a cliff, there is a quite nice views actually but I can show it to you some other time. It's not much further from here.'' Jungkook tells and soon your ears reaches a distant sound of rumbling. When you get closer the source of the noise the sound gets even louder. The path makes a sharp turn around a large rock and then you see it. You have arrived to a pond where a small water fall hits the cliff rushes on the pool. ''Its so beautiful!'' You yell excitedly and spin around your hands raised on your sides. You hear a small click. ''This was Tae's, Jimin's and mine’s safe haven when we wanted to escape the world. I'm glad that you like it.'' Jungkook tells his voice almost shy. You spin towards Jungkook and see him holding his camera at his hands, so that is what the clicking sound was about. ''I don't only like it, I also love it.'' You tell smiling so hard that your cheeks starts to hurt. ''So what did you want to talk about?'' Jungkook asks and you stop on your tracks. Yeah you had to make up something quickly... You can only blame yourself from your next words. ''I think I'm turning into nympho.'' When the words slips out you can see in low motion how Jungkook eyes turn wide like a plates and his mouth hangs open.

''Ca-care to repeat that?'' Jungkook shutters his face turning bright red. You would laugh because how ridiculous he is looking if you weren't also blushing from head to toe. ''Uh, I mean how I can otherwise explain that I can't stay in my pants and make things more complicated than they had to be. First Hoseok tells me that he has a crush on me, then Namjoon and even Yoongi suggested something like that. Even after those three confessions I had sex and even more specially threesome! I have never acted so stupid before.'' You ramble fast and try avoid watching Jungkook's face. Jungkook is only little bit older than you and a man you had make out with. For God's sake you should shut up!

''Y/N look at me.'' Jungkook's voice is too calm for your liking and you raise your eyes to meet his. ''I don't know much about women and umm... but when I had my first touch with sex I was even worse than you, always thinking about it and always looking for a hook up where ever I could and I was fifteen for fucks sake, a teenager! You are young adult who had never had even kissed a guy before you met Jimin, so its more than understandable that you have...urges.'' Jungkook coughs and continues. ''Besides I don't think you are nympho or a slut or whatever you think you are. If you were a guy I would have probably came and pat your back for the amount of laid you had lately. '' You watch Jungkook with surprise and maybe even little bit of admiration. You never knew that Jungkook could be so wise. You had always seen him as a goofy friend, a friend who you had make out but still, who hated losing and liked to drink unhealthy amounts of banana milk. It's like someone has pulled a curtain in front of you, instead of a boy you saw a young man that was more complex than you ever knew. You feel your heartbeat rising and with a small spur of courage you lean closer to Jungkook and press your lips to his. The kiss is so quick that its more like a peak. ''Thank you.'' You tell softly and look Jungkook's face where dreamy look has found it place. Jungkook had made you feel better even when you didn't have a plan to open up for him. ''You are welcome, maybe we should start heading back or we get beating from Jin missing a dinner.'' Jungkook tells and rubs his neck awkwardly. ''O-okay.'' Jungkook's sheepish behavior is affecting to you too and you walk towards the villa in awkward silence. When you start to see the house revealing itself behind the trees Jungkook suddenly stops you by pulling you from your shoulder. You turn around and look at him curiously. ''Y/N, I think that I like you too.'' Jungkook confess but before you had time to progress the situation Jungkook has ran away from you and towards the house. You walk the short way back alone your restless heart consuming your thoughts.

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addicted-to-dc · 5 years ago

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Survivor- Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader

Hey, guys, I’m really hesitant to post this fic so I might take this down after a couple of days. I try to keep my account free from actual smut, but I wanted to try something. Anyway, please leave feedback if you want me to keep this.

Warning: Angst, mentions of murder and torture, drug use, swearing, horrible smut. 18+ only!!!

Word Count: 2,733

You didn’t think that your body would shake as much as your hands did, making your heart race and every sense blurred. Even if your body reacted this way, your goal was finally complete. Your life had no meaning after this even if you could live it out if you wanted. He was finally dead, bleeding out on the floor as his laughs and cackles faded away. Joker was finally dead, and you weren’t sure if you could take another breath. The adrenaline you had when you stabbed him was gone, leaving you without any energy to even move away from him. The knife was still in his chest, completely embedded into his torso. You could only stare as the blood seeped through his shirt and onto the floor, spilling onto the concrete floor.

You didn’t know how you survived, or how you were able to do it, but it was finally done. After the countless years of physical and emotional torture, you were finally free from his constant control. Finally collapsing onto the ground, a smile grew on your face. First, you exhaled a chuckle. Soon enough you were laughing loudly, tears falling down your face as everything crumbled down on you: The clown was dead. Your laughs evolved into sobs, pain radiating all over your body. Time continued on as you found the strength to stand up, smearing his and your blood all over the wall beside you. You left the room and instantly got lost in the building, losing your bearings after every turn and corner. By some miracle you were able to finally find stairs leading upward. Your legs and lungs burned as you ascended them, the metal cold on your bare feet. A lone metal door was at the top, the only thing that was separating you from your freedom.

With all of the strength you had you unlatched its lock, pulling it open as the light outside blinded you. Holding out your hand, you pushed forward and finally exited your personal hell. You did not expect your feet to touch grass, but you welcomed the foreign feeling. Taking in a deep breath, you forced yourself to keep moving despite the pain. You didn’t know where you were, but you were damned if you thought you weren’t going to find anyone.

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You hadn’t thought about that day in awhile, not since you left your old life behind for a new one. Your story had been a popular one, but you couldn’t stand the constant questions from the press and everyone around you. It was too much and they knew it, but that didn’t stop them. They had asked about every scar, burn, and bruise that had marred your flesh, bringing back the thought of him. After a few months of freedom you realized that you could never kill him, his voices inside of your head reminded you up until now. You were finally able to move on, but of course it didn’t last long. Someone knocked on your door, the sound was enough to make you freeze. Gulping, you grabbed your bat and slowly approached the door, your tight grip already hurting your skin. Looking through the peephole, you instantly opened the door, but slightly.

“What do you want?” you asked quietly, staring at the man.

“I came to check on you, (Y/N),” Bruce replied, giving you a small smile. “May I come in?”

You nodded, opening the door. As soon as he was in and out of the way you closed the door, locking it before letting out a shaky breath. Your bat was forgotten next to the door as you walked into the living room, taking a seat on your couch as Bruce did the same.

“How’s everyone?” you asked, pulling a pillow into your grasp.

“(Y/N)...”

“What? I can’t ask about my brothers now?” you asked, your hands starting to shake.

“You can, but that’s not why I’m here,” he admitted, reaching into his jacket to grasp a folded photo before handing it to you.

Taking it, you looked at him confusedly before opening the picture. Your heart sank at the sight. It was a picture of the Red Hood, making you instantly realize why he was here. Your stomach dropped, nausea overpowering you as you pushed yourself away from the couch. Stumbling to the kitchen, you opened a cabinet and pulled out a small air mask. Placing it against your face, you greedily sucked in the air, your body instantly calming down as you placed it onto the counter.

“No,” you stated shakily. “I am not going back there, I can’t.”

He sighed behind you, “You’ve been here for two years, (Y/N), everyone misses you.”

“They sure missed me when you had my funeral,” you spat, clutching the counter top. “I can’t, Bruce, I need more time. It’s too much.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as your anger faded away. He placed a hand on your shoulder, making you tense. You removed his hand and turned around, meeting his eyes.

“I need to deal with this my own way,” you said, clenching your jaw. “I know he’s the one who found me after I escaped, and the only other time that I saw him was that day…”

You gulped, remembering how easy it was to just let go, to just fall. It was freeing, but he had found you just like he had before. It was like he was always watching, always waiting for you to do something stupid.

“I haven’t seen him since,” you stated, walking past Bruce. “I don’t know what is happening back in Gotham, but I don’t want any part of it. I have something great here, and I don’t want to give it up that easily.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “but you call me if you need anything.”

You watched as he opened the door, hesitating as he stood over the threshold. He looked back at you, giving you a solemn look.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

He stepped out and shut the door, leaving you alone once again. You don’t know how long you stood there, waiting for his car to leave the driveway. Letting out a shaky sigh, you screamed and went to punch the wall, but froze when you heard someone clear their throat.

“I won’t fix that,” he muttered, quickly walking over to you and pulling you against him. “Nice act, you could have fooled me.”

“You’re lucky he didn’t search the place,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around him.

“You know he wouldn’t,” he retorted, his grip on you tightening. “He wouldn’t do that to you, not in what state he thinks you are in.”

You ran your fingers along his bare back, making him shiver. He did the same, but his warmth just made you push yourself against him even more. He groaned at the feeling, making a smile creep onto your face. Dragging your hands down once more, you grasped the band of his sweatpants and pulled it, letting it snap against him. That made him growl, and Gods you’d be lying to yourself if that didn’t spur something in you. Laughing, you resumed tracing your fingers along his back, listening to his heartbeat as your anger dissipated.

“He’s bound to find out, Jay,” you sighed, feeling his hands stop their movements.

“No, he’ll find out when we let him,” he said coolly, his hands moving again. “Not until we finally show him what it takes to protect Gotham.”

His hands trailed down, grasping your ass before gripping your thighs. Lifting you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you stared into his eyes. He had a barely healed scar running down his face, you remember when you gave it to him. Removing one of your hands, you traced over the scar, reminding yourself why you were doing this. You were doing this for Jason, for the people of Gotham, for Gotham herself. He nuzzled into your hand, his green eyes piercing yours as his lips finally met yours. Groaning, he carried you to your bedroom and placed you on the bed, his weight remaining on top of you as you pulled him closer. Your body felt like it was on fire, and Jay’s body made it hotter.

Removing his lips, he kissed your cheek before descending to your neck, sucking on your skin, “Tell me you’re with me.”

His hands traveled down, grasping your shirt before ripping it off of you. Gasping, your words were caught in your throat as he buried his face into your chest.

“Tell me,” he mumbled, placing sloppy kisses as he waited for your response.

“I’m with you, Jay,” you sighed, tightly gripping his shirt. “Always.”

You could feel his grin as he resumed his descent, dragging his fingers along his sides as you shivered in anticipation, “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Hooking his fingers around your shorts, he slowly dragged them down, barely touching your skin as he watched your response. You could only watch as he did this, your heart beating out of your chest as he finally tossed the article of clothing somewhere in the room. He kissed your stomach, making sure he left no scar alone until he was where you needed him to be. You could feel his hot breath near your core, teasing you one last time before dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Gasping, your hand reached down to grasp his red locks, trying to pull him closer. He chuckled, the vibrations making you go wild. Releasing the first moan of the night, you ground against his mouth before your movements were halted by his hands on your hips.

“Jay,” you moaned, grasping the bed sheet.

Your moans only fueled his fire, using everything he knew about your body against you. You would never get used to this… having Jason back with you. The way he worshiped your body without saying a word was just how you remembered, but the raw emotion you both felt had changed. You weren’t just teens fooling around in the Manor anymore, that ship had sailed long ago.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your mouth falling open as he slid in a finger.

He added another, licking just the right spot as he dragged his fingers against your g-spot. Screaming, you felt like you couldn’t take anymore. The pleasure was too much, but he kept licking and massaging your nerves. You felt the familiar pressure, practically vibrating as you melted at his touch. Your whole body was on edge, muscles twitching as everything exploded. You couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing his head with your thighs, your toes curling as he continued to guide you through your orgasm. You could only hear your heartbeat and your panting, moaning as he gave you one last lick before removing his fingers. You groaned as he sucked on them, licking his lips before removing himself from you. You nearly whined at the loss, but stopped when he took off his shirt and slid his sweatpants down.

“You like what you see?” he asked, kicking the pants aside as he climbed back on top of you.

Laughing, you moaned as he ground on your sensitive core, “Always, Jason, always.”

Grasping his face, you pulled him in for another kiss, taking your time as the two of you explored each others’ mouths. He flipped the two of you over, allowing you to kneel above his hips. Gripping your waist, he pulled you back until he was flush with the backboard. He captured your lips with his, groaning as you sunk down on him.

“Holy shit,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back as you enveloped him.

You both remained still for a few moments, savoring the feeling of each other. Your hands drifted around his chest, slowly moving upward to grasp his shoulders. You consumed his lips, too addicted his touch to leave them by their lonesome.

“When will we go back?” you asked in between kisses, gasping when he shifted underneath you.

His lips drifted towards your neck, grinning, “At the end of the week.”

You sighed, dragging your nails along his thighs as you heard his answer, “Well, we better make the best of our last free moments.”

He hissed into your neck, dragging his teeth against your skin, “I can’t argue with that, angel.”

You shifted, running your hands into his hair before gripping it. Leaning forward, you slowly started to ride him, relishing in every push and pull you felt inside of you. He grasped your calves, allowing you to have more leverage against him. Soon you fell into your rhythm, your hips moving back and forth as moans escaped from the two of you. Skin slapping against skin, you felt his hands leave your calves only to resurface on your hips. Attaching your lips to his, you groaned as he took control, using your hips against you as he thrust into you. Your slow pace long forgotten, you relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Thrust after thrust, you fell apart as he hit the right spot over and over, making your whole body convulse. He continued his pace, grinding against you as your high brought his own.

“Fuck!” you moaned, riding out your climax. “Jason!”

Sagging against him, you closed your eyes and sighed, burrowing yourself into his chest. Kissing his chest, you wrapped your arms around him, listening to his heartbeat as his breathing slowed. You felt him loosen his grip on your hips, rubbing them before tracing up your spine. Shivering, you let out a laugh and tried to move away from his hand, moaning as you accidentally ground on him. He laughed before wrapping his arms around you, massaging your back as you recovered.

“(Y/N),” he began, hesitating for a moment, “you’re sure you want to do this, especially with me?”

“Without a doubt,” you replied, removing your head from his chest. “I was done, Jason, done with life itself after that day… but our plan for Gotham changed that, you changed that.”

He smiled, letting out the breath he was holding, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“And I you,” you said, twirling a finger around his white streak. “You gave me purpose, Jay, something I never thought I would have again. We are the cure to Gotham’s disease, she needs us. Together we’re unstoppable.”

“Yes, yes we will,” he agreed, a smirk crawling onto his features.

You pushed yourself off of him, groaning at the loss. Grabbing a robe, you quickly slid it on and stood up, wrapping it around yourself as you stared into the adjacent room. Jason grunted as he removed himself from the bed, quickly moving beside you. Wrapping his hands around your waist, he followed your eyes, smirking at the sight of your suit.

“I can’t wait to see his empire burn,” he muttered, his grip tightening.

“From the ashes a new Gotham will be born,” you said, a smirk growing on your face. “Speaking of… did you get it?”

You watched as he entered the room, noticing that he placed his sweatpants back on. He opened a drawer, pulling out a syringe and small bottle. Your body shivered at the sight. Jay chuckled at your reaction, guiding you back to the bed. You watched as he sucked the green liquid into the needle, pulling one side of your robe down. Closing your eyes, you bite your lip as the needle pierced your upper arm. The dull pain instantly went away, your breathing quickened as you felt your body warm itself. You didn’t notice him removing the needle, only focusing on how good it felt to have it running through your veins. Opening your eyes, you watched as the rest of your remaining scars melted into your skin, disappearing from view. He kissed your shoulder, rubbing where the needle once was.

“Where was it this time?” you asked breathlessly, getting lost in the feeling of the Pit’s effects.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he answered. “This Pit was undiscovered, only we know about it.”

“Good,” you muttered, sighing when you couldn’t feel it anymore. “Are there anymore scars?”

He glanced at you, “None that I can see.”

His hands drifted to the knot you tied, laughing when you smacked it away.

“Uh uh, we’ve got some things to prepare for,” you scolded, playfully smacking his shoulder. “God, that felt good.”

“Well, you know there’s more where that came from.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut

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ghosttotheparty · 5 years ago

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cotton candy skies always look better in person

4. also on AO3 chapter three

Lucas moved in weeks ago, and he still isn’t done decorating his room.

Really, he could be, he could say “I’m done,” at any second and the room would look finished, but he keeps adding to it, adding to the walls. All four of them: covered, almost completely. Photos and drawings, newspaper clips and cut out letters from magazines pasted over paper and photographs to make quotes he liked and quotes he’d made up. One reads “In case you ever foolishly forget.” It had been pasted on a paper next to a photo of him and Kes in his last room, but now it was surrounded by architecture sketches he did. Another reads “Respect your mother,” over a cutout of Earth from a National Geographic magazine. The walls are cluttered, photos overlapping, some of them almost completely covered, other, random things, like a deflated, wrinkly, yellow balloon from his fourteenth birthday party, and train tickets, causing clashes in colour that felt like tv static. But a calming static, to him. Like all the colours came together to form a visual white noise.

When his room is tidy it looks nicer. Like the mess on the walls in on purpose. (It was only partially. He wanted things on his walls but didn’t plan on it turning into this.) The contrast between the bare wood floor and the walls, scarcely a single spot left blank, looks nice. But usually, the floor is a mess too. Clothes strewn about, more colourful clothes than he wore in Utrecht, and sometimes tubes of paint scattered across the floor, along with a messy palette and brushes. He doesn’t sit at his desk to paint, using it to do schoolwork (unless he does it on his bed) and clearing it off to let his paintings dry somewhere he won’t have to worry about stepping on them.

His room almost always smells like paint now. Oil paint usually, the smell deep and dull, only noticeable when you’re in the room, contrasting from the high, sharp scent of nail polish, which his room smells like every Wednesday. He always opens a window when he does his nails.

He opens a window almost all the time, actually. He likes the fresh air, like the wind that will blow in. He has to put a box of paint behind his door though, as it swings open and shut with the wind. (That’s the only thing he doesn’t like about his new room. The latch on the door doesn’t work that well unless he locks it.) He likes opening the window at night especially, shutting it before he goes to bed. The night air is always cool on his face, and he holds his upper body out the window, closing his eyes and drinking in the air, listening, feeling, the night time city. Cars passing quietly in the distance, a lone bicyclist on the sidewalk below him, laughter from drunken friends, the nearly silent hum of the streetlights. The city is a different city at night.

Lucas loves exploring the Night City, loves how peaceful it is, how sleepy everything seems. At times, he feels like he’s the only one awake. It’s exhilarating.

Leaning out the window, he props himself up on his elbows and sighs, the air cold in his nose and lungs. He catches a whiff of the paint as the wind churns in his room. He shifts on his feet, closing his eyes. He could fall asleep right now. Won’t, but he could.

Moments like these are when he feels lonely, but a nice sort of lonely. A lonely where he feels alone but knows he isn’t really, knows he doesn’t have to be if he doesn’t want to. In another country, miles and miles away is his mom. (Who he talked to today. It was a nice conversation, she talked about how therapy is going so far and how kind her new nurse is.) And Noah. (Who he didn’t talk to today, but did talk to yesterday. It was over a video call and Lucas enjoyed watching him paint his nails. Noah told him about a museum he and Zoë went to on a date. Lucas told him about a great spot he’s found to take pictures of the sunset and promised to send some photos when he downloads them from his camera.) There’s also Kes, Isa, and Jayden, who he doesn’t talk to as much as he hoped to, but talks to about as much as he expected to. Little check-ins, “What have you been up to?” stuff like that. It wasn’t ideal, but it was still nice to hear from them. He’s also received videos of drunk Jayden and Kes, videos of them stumbling around, spilling whatever drink they’re holding, rambling about whatever it is. Kes has sent him a video of himself, in the darkness of night outside, nobody else around, yelling “I miss youuuuu!” the words slurring together. Of course, the video is now in Lucas’s camera roll.

Somewhere in the city, he has Jens. Who is really Lucas’s only friend in Antwerp, unless his cousin counts. Lucas supposes he and Jens are friends; they’re texting now, which Lucas loves. There’s a flutter in his stomach every time he gets a notification from him, the same flutter that he gets every time he looks at a picture of him. He’s learned a lot about Jens. That he’s a skater(when Lucas said he skates too Jens said “I’ll have to take you to my favourite spots,” and Lucas’s smiles grew so big he could barely see), that he plays the guitar (Which, of course , he does), that he likes greasy food. This last one he may have learned from Jens’s Instagram, which Lucas did ask for.

Lucas hears his phone vibrate from inside his room and opens his eyes slowly, letting them adjust, before straightening his back and turning into the room. The phone buzzes again as he reaches for it, and he picks it up, dropping himself on his bed, lifting it to read the messages. From Jens. The messages from Jens. At this time.

Hey You up?

Lucas feels like he just went over a drop on a rollercoaster. He wonders if responding right now would seem desperate, but responds anyway.

Always

Jens reads the message as soon as it’s sent, and maybe there is a glimmer of hope that Jens feels the same as Lucas. But then again, it is a little past one in the morning. Maybe he’s just bored. But then again if he is… he’s talking to Lucas. Sometimes the quarrel between the optimist and the cynic in his head is exhausting.

Can I call you?

Lucas smiles, a little excited.

Of course

He freezes, realising he doesn’t know whether Jens means a video or a voice call, but Jens is already calling him. Lucas sighs in relief when it’s not a video call, and answers.

“Hey.” “Hey.”

Jens’s voice is soft and Lucas can hear music on his end. It’s muffled like it’s playing from behind a closed door, and it’s loud and fast, with strong bass.

“Where are you?” Lucas asks.

“I’m, uhm… I’m at some party. My friend’s house.”

“Everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just… I don’t know, I got bored.” Jens’s words are slurring together slightly.

“So you called me?” Lucas smiles.

“Yeah, I- I like talking to you.”

His smile grows.

“I’m also, uhm…” Jens’s voice trails off and fades like he’s turning away from the phone. “Uhm, a little bit tipsy.” That explains it.

“I can hear that.”

“I can call you later if you want, when I’m not,” Jens says quickly, sounding apologetic.

“No, it’s okay, you’re fine.” Lucas doesn’t want to hang up. He likes this, Jens’s voice in his ear like he’s whispering to him. Like everything he says is a secret.

“Okay.”

Lucas hears Jens sigh.

“Where are you?” he asks.

“My friend’s house, I found an empty guest room.” Jens pauses. “There’s a bed but I’m laying on the floor.”

Lucas laughs.

“Comfortable?”

“Actually, yeah, really.”

Lucas gets up, holding the phone to his ear, and shuts his window before kneeling on the ground, moving a box of paint tubes out of the way and laying down. He groans softly as his back cracks, and then sighs, laying his down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling.

“Are you on the floor?” Jens asks after a second.

“Yeah. You’re right, this is nice.”

Jens giggles and Lucas grins.

“I’m just gonna pretend I’m lying next to you,” Jens says.

“Sounds good.” Lucas closes his eyes.

There’s a minute of silence, except the music on Jens’s end. Lucas thinks he could fall asleep, with the bass and Jens’s breath in his ear.

“Lucas?”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t think Jens’s are open either.

“Do you believe in God?”

Oh. That’s a heavy question. Of course, Lucas’s mom believes in God, believes wholeheartedly in God. But Lucas can’t say he does. He enjoys going to church, enjoys listening to the others pray and sing, likes the sense of community that it seems to create. But he always feels like he’s just humouring his mom.

“I like the idea of God,” he offers.

“Mm.”

“Why?”

“I think…” It sounds like Jens rolls over on the floor. “I think if God is real…” He sighs. It sounds like he’s falling asleep. “He was having a good day when he made you.”

Oh.

Lucas heart just about explodes, and he laughs,

“How much have you had to drink, exactly?”

“Mmm… not much.” The slurring in his voice betrays him.

“Mm-hmm.”

“A really good day.”

“That’s a good pick up line.”

“Mm,” Jens grunts, and says almost under his breath, “Why I said it.”

“I might have to use that.”

“On who?”

Lucas grins at the drunken jealousy in his voice.

“Don’t know. Maybe I’ll just Uno-reverse-card it and use it on you on Thursday.”

“Mm… okay.”

They both sigh at the same time and Lucas smiles.

He doesn’t know what time he falls asleep but it isn’t long after that. He ends up curled on his side, he knees pulled up so he’s in a ball, his arm tucked under his head with his phone so he can hear if Jens says anything else. He doesn’t. Lucas assumes he fell asleep before Lucas does.

Lucas falls asleep listening to him breath. Which he wouldn’t tell anyone, obviously. But he does, listening to the long inhale, the quick huff of the exhale.

By the time Lucas is asleep, their breaths have synced.

#this one is kinda short #sorry #van der stoffels fic #van der stoffels #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #jens and lucas #jens x lucas #skam nl #wtfockdown #cotton candy skies #cotton candy skies always look better in person

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creamytinydays · 5 years ago

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One Night - Part Two

This is part two to my drabble “One Night,” which I wrote approximately forever ago.

@butrfac14, you are amazing. Thank you for betaing on short notice! Thanks to @dandeliononfire for the prompt, and to @lovely-tothe-bone for asking for more :)

[The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins. Photo by Matthijs Smit on Unsplash].

The scent of freshly ground coffee lures Katniss downstairs the next morning. She stumbles by the campers chatting in the kitchen and heads straight for the coffee maker. A summer breeze floats in through the open glass doors, along with the sounds of laughter.

She can’t help but scan the faces of the campers for the man from last night. The fact that she’s not even sure of the color of his hair isn’t lost on her.

Katniss pours herself a large cup of coffee and is stirring in sugar when she spots a man leaning against a wall in the living room. He looks to be about the right height, and she doesn’t realize that she’s staring until he turns to look, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes as he smiles.

“You missed morning meditation again, Katniss!” chirps a voice behind her.

Katniss groans internally. One of the few people she has met is Delly, who looks like the kind of person that hops out of bed at six in the morning and likes it that way. Katniss slowly takes a sip of coffee. She doesn’t tell Delly that you can’t miss something you would never attend in a million years.

“You should join us sometime!” Delly smiles brightly, seemingly undeterred by Katniss’ silence. “Or, how about the singer-songwriter class today? I’m leading it.” Delly glances at her clipboard. “Maybe you’re already signed up?”

“We were supposed to sign up?”

Delly frowns, flipping through the papers. “Looks like most of the classes for today are filled. Didn’t you hear the morning announcements?”

She didn’t know they were supposed to sign up in advance, and now she’ll probably be stuck with some class she isn’t even interested in.

“I wasn’t up,” she mumbles. Despite herself, she peers at the clipboard.

Delly gives her a kind smile. “It’s okay, there’s still a few spots in my class. C’mon, it’s about to start.”

Katniss avoids glancing at the dark-haired man in the living room and follows Delly outside to the wide wooden deck filled with campers. Delly gathers her group and marches them to a meadow in the woods. When they arrive, everyone settles into a circle on the grass.

“I see some new faces, so let’s start with introductions.” Delly smiles as she looks around the circle. “Let’s play Rose and Thorn. Tell me your highlight, or ‘rose’ so far at camp, and then a ‘thorn’, or something that didn’t go so well.” She sits back and nods at the girl next to her.

The introductions take some time, as Delly’s class seems to be popular among the campers. Katniss catches the names of a few of them, such as a shy woman named Annie whose bangs keep falling in her face, and a man named Finnick who launches into a story about skinny dipping in the camp lake.

“Okay!” says Delly, smiling at Finnick, although her pen is tapping furiously against her clipboard. “How about our next camper? Peeta?” She nods at a blond man sitting next to Finnick. Katniss notices the guitar slung behind his back, and the way the sunlight catches his blue eyes as he smiles at the group.

“Sure,” he says. “I guess my ‘thorn’ was getting lost on the way to camp.” A sympathetic groan rises from the campers. “But my ‘rose’ was playing guitar last night.”

Finnick elbows him, grinning. “That’s where you were last night! Who were you with? Marvel?”

“Actually…” Peeta trails off. “This other camper, you don’t know her. But she has this incredible voice.” He addresses the whole circle, and Katniss freezes. His gaze sweeps around the group, and for a moment she’s sure he’s going to recognize her, but he barely glances at her.

Finnick narrows his sea-green eyes. “And who is this mystery camper?”

Katniss feels too hot as the sun beats down on the back of her neck. Peeta opens his mouth to respond and Katniss wishes she could vanish like the morning mist.

“Let’s move on, guys,” Delly breaks in. “Thanks for sharing, Peeta.”

Katniss exhales, and the anxiety is replaced with anger. Last night was private, she thinks furiously. Who is he to share that with the entire group?

She realizes she’s glaring at Peeta, and she forces her attention back to Delly, determined not to let him get in the way of the morning session.

But as Delly leads the group in a few sing-alongs, Katniss keeps noticing things, like the way Peeta bites his pencil or how his gaze never lands on her for more than a second.

When Delly hands out a stack of papers, Katniss notices hers is marked with a number in red at the top.

“Alright everyone, we’re going to break up into writing teams to collaborate on an original song!” Delly actually claps her hands together, her ponytail bouncing. “If you come up with something good, maybe you could even use it for the talent show on Sunday.”

Katniss can’t remember anything about a talent show, but apparently she’s the only one because two girls next to her start whispering intently.

“Find the person with the same number as your paper, and they’ll be your song partner. Happy writing!”

Katniss peers at her number as everyone gathers their notebooks and pens. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Peeta walk towards her, and she ducks her head but his feet stop right in front of her.

“Hey.” He peers at her paper. “I think we’re partners.” She tries to stifle a sigh, and is met with his confused expression.

“Hi.” She gets to her feet. He smiles politely, and they head to the outskirts of the meadow. When Peeta stops a few feet past the tree line, Katniss keeps going. If she’s going to be stuck with him, she can at least waste some of their time by walking.

“C’mon,” she says gruffly. “A bit further.” She doesn’t hear him following her, and she turns around to see him looking back at the meadow.

“I mean, this way we’re nearby when the class regroups,” he says.

She kicks at a root sticking in the path.

“I don’t want anyone to steal our ideas,” she mumbles.

“I’d rather that than get eaten by a bear,” he responds, throwing her off guard. She raises an eyebrow.

“There aren’t any bears in these woods.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I looked it up before I arrived.” Her sister made her promise not to wander off on hikes in order to avoid the other campers. She’d made the concession of checking for predators first. “And if there was, I’d climb a tree.”

He doesn’t seem to know what to say to that. She turns around and marches into the forest, and after a moment she hears his footsteps behind her.

They hike downhill, the summer sun filtering through the trees and dappling the leaves on the forest floor. Katniss spots deer tracks, and wonders if the lake mentioned in the camp brochure is somewhere nearby. After ten minutes she knows they’ve walked much farther than they should, but Peeta doesn’t comment. Birds flit from branch to branch, and Katniss lets the silence soak in before sitting down on a log a little way from the trail.

Peeta settles on a rock across from her, absentmindedly strumming his guitar. She scans the instructions from Delly, but she can’t concentrate.

“So when you’re not researching bears, what do you do for fun, Katniss?”

She jerks her head up. “Besides singing?” She shrugs. “I do archery at the community college.”

“You shoot? Why didn’t you bring your bow with us?” His hands dance soundlessly over the guitar frets. “Here I was worrying about protecting you from the bears, but all the while you could be the one protecting us!” He shakes his head.

“There’s no bears out here, seriously -” she starts, but a smile steals onto her face at his mock exasperation. She stares down at her paper.

“An hour to write a song doesn’t seem like much,” Katniss grumbles.

“Finnick says he’s just going to use one he already wrote,” Peeta says. He looks up hopefully at her. “Do you have any originals?”

“No.” She folds the paper in her hands.

He clears his throat, strumming a chord. “Katniss isn’t afraid of bears; she’ll climb a tree to get away…” he sings. He looks at her expectantly. “Now think of something that rhymes.”

“This is ridiculous,” she mutters. He’s just looking at her, so she sighs and tries to think of something.

“If I lose Peeta in these woods, it’ll really ruin his day,” she sings.

The smile slips off his face.

“What?” She scowls. “Your line wasn’t great either.”

“You’re the girl,” he says, a blush blooming at the collar of his t-shirt. “You sang with me last night!”

She picks up a twig, twirling it in her fingers.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” His blush is creeping up his neck to his jaw.

“When was I supposed to say something? When you were announcing it to the entire world?” She glares at him. “What was I supposed to say? Oh hi, I’m the girl with the incredible voice?”

“I don’t think I said ‘incredible,” he counters.

She raises an eyebrow. “I was there, remember?”

“Is that why you’ve been mad at me this whole time?” He leans forward. “Because of my ‘rose’ story?”

She crosses her arms. She doesn’t know why she feels so possessive over that space of time where it was only melody and stars and the cool of the night.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think; I didn’t even know if I was going to see you again. I just…” He looks up at the trees above them, and a breeze rustles through the branches.

“What?” She says despite herself, when the silence stretches thin. He takes a deep breath and looks right at her, and she wants to look away but she doesn’t.

“I just told the truth. That’s how I feel. Playing guitar while you sang was the best part of camp so far.” He smiles wryly. “Sorry.”

He does look sorry. She pulls a loose thread from her shirt.

“Ok,” she manages. “It’s fine.”

“Maybe we should start over.” He leans back against a redwood tree, the color of the bark contrasting with the blue of his shirt. “How do you like camp so far?”

“It’s great,” she says, proud that she doesn’t sound as unenthusiastic as she feels.

“Really?” he says. “I was a little apprehensive at first. Still am, I guess.”

She can’t figure that out. He’s gorgeous and plays guitar like a god. Why would he be apprehensive?

“You don’t seem like it,” she says.

He shrugs and looks down.

“It’s just – this whole talent show idea, with everyone having to perform. Doesn’t it seem like a bit much?” He pushes a hand through his hair.

“It’s music camp.” She shrugs. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ll go up on stage and have everyone crying with your incredible vocals.”

“What about you? You’re amazing at guitar.” She’s pretty sure she has the onstage presence of a banana slug, while he looks like the lead singer of a boy band.

He laughs dryly. “Thanks, I guess. But do you want to know a secret?” He shoves his guitar behind him so it peeks over his shoulder, and he leans forward, carefully placing his forearms on his knees before looking up at her. “I’ve never played for anyone before.”

“What?” She crosses her arms. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

“What about your music teacher?”

“What music teacher? I learned how to play from YouTube.” She stares at him.

“And your roommates?” she asks.

“I live by myself. Seriously,” he says, “the only person that’s heard me play is right here.”

His full attention is on her, his eyes a bright blue in the filtered forest light. She’s been singing since she was a child, and has sung in so many music assemblies and concerts over the years that she can’t remember a time when no one had heard her before.

She thinks it’s brave, showing up to camp, to play guitar with a group of strangers. But she can’t seem to say it, not when the morning light is caught in his hair like strands of gold. She curls her fingers into the moss on the log next to her.

“Don’t worry about the talent show,” she says gruffly. “You’ll be fine.”

Peeta’s already looked down, his attention on the instructions.

“Should we get started, then?” he asks.

As the morning melts away, Peeta plays guitar softly, coaxing her into writing another verse. Katniss watches the light change as the sun ascends, and at noon she leads Peeta back to the meadow.

#fanfiction #THG #Peeta Mellark #Katniss #everlark #camp au #Summer #music #musician!Peeta #Musician!Katniss #guitar #maybe bears #maybe no bears #you decide

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fakeyellow · 5 years ago

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Repost because it got deleted?!?! (Not a new chapter)

After dinner, a Feral, and a multitude of passport photos, Kamilah finally connects the dots behind Anya’s true identity.

Summary: Kamilah and co. win the war against Gaius but at great personal cost. Fifty years have passed since their pyrrhic victory when a stranger, looking exactly like the woman they lost, enters their lives. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

“I’ll have the ribeye, rare,” Kamilah said smoothly as she handed him the menu she hadn’t bothered to open, “and bring us a bottle of the 1994 Châteauneuf du Pape.”

The waiter nodded and turned to Anya expectantly.

“I’ll have the same, thank you.”

When the waiter returned with the wine, Anya eagerly took a sip of it, glad to have something for her hands to do. A week had passed since she’d moved to New York and her days had been filled with the exhaustive task of cataloguing the CEO’s extensive collection of ancient artefacts; they were meticulously organised but mostly unlabeled.

But she hadn’t seen Kamilah since that very first day until she’d received an invitation for dinner via Gabriel earlier this day. Anya didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

“Enjoy the wine?” Kamilah asked with a hint of a smile and Anya blushed upon realising she’d drank the entire contents of her glass.

“I don’t really like wine but this is amazing,” Anya admitted, already feeling a bit flushed from the single glass of wine.

“I’m glad it’s to your taste,” Kamilah said as she poured more wine into her glass.

“So tell me about yourself,” There was something deliberately nonchalant and innocent about the question but this escaped Anya’s notice as she savoured the taste of the red wine, licking her lips in thought.

“Mmm… I studied archaeology with a concentration in Egyptology at Cambridge but I didn’t feel quite ready to settle down or look for a job as a museum curator so I joined an archaeological dig in Egypt after I graduated. And now I’m here,” Anya finished plaintively, taking another generous sip from her glass.

The steaks arrived at that moment and they fell into a pleasant silence as they began eating. Kamilah broke the silence after raising the glass to her own lips for what Anya realised was the first time.

“I was hoping to get to know you beyond what I’d read on your resume,” She said with a small smile before asking with an almost hesitant air of curiosity, “Was it hard moving to America?... Did you have to leave anyone behind?”

“No,” Anya admitted and she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the strange familiarity she felt with Kamilah or the exorbitant amount of wine she’d drank, but she continued, “I don’t really date.”

“Oh?”

Anya quickly said, “Well, I mean I tried in college. My friends tried to set me up with someone once but… it just never felt right. She liked me more than I could like her.”

Kamilah stared at her with an intensity that made Anya flush deeply with an unknown emotion and Anya hurriedly broke their eye contact, “I do have a very close friend though. She was an immense help after my accident and I don’t know how I’d survive without her. Actually, I have to call her soon. I moved so suddenly that I wasn’t able to tell her and I’ve just been so busy lately.”

“Accident?” Kamilah asked, her eyes sharpening at the word.

“I was in a pretty bad car accident five years ago,” Anya answered with the patience of someone who had explained the story numerous times, “I don’t have any memories of the first 18 years of my life.”

She let out a small, bitter laugh and shook her head before repeating in a lighter tone, “I don’t know what I would have done without Sera…”

But Kamilah had stopped paying attention, her mind whirring furiously as she strove to make sense of this new information. Nothing seemed to fit. A 22-year-old with no memories of her past and the appearance of a woman who had died fifty years ago.

What was she missing?

—-

Anya hadn’t meant to walk so far from the restaurant- she’d simply been waiting outside as Kamilah made a call before they walked back to the company building together.

But the streets of New York had called out to her, and she’d found her legs taking her on a path that she didn’t recognise and yet somehow felt familiar. The crisp air was a balm against her still flushed skin and Anya exhaled. It still didn’t feel real that she was in New York, living in her dream apartment and working her dream job. Not to mention the mystery and alluringness of her new boss.

There was a guttural growl and Anya snapped around just as a gaunt figure melted out of the shadows. It was a grotesque monster of a being with its mottled, pallid grey skin that barely seemed to cover its bony figure. Anya took a slow step back as it came even closer to her, and in their proximity, Anya saw the bright red of its eyes and its salivating, fang-filled mouth.

Panic consumed her throat and she felt the need to scream or run or do something before she was killed when suddenly a freezing calm washed over her.

“You dare? Your blood is mine, your soul is mine,” she hissed and she reached out her hand.

The being froze in its tracks, and as her hand closed into a fist, she watched mercilessly as it fell to its knees. It let out a horrible, keening wail as its body began to contort around itself until finally, it crumbled away into ash.

—-

“Anya?” Kamilah said warily and Anya jerked out of her stupor at the feeling of the hand on her shoulder.

“Huh?” Anya asked, momentarily confused before she began to reassure the woman that she was fine, simply taking a break in the cool New York City air.

But Kamilah’s frown didn’t go away.

Because for a split second, Anya’s eyes had been red.

—-

(3 days later)

Kamilah stared at the three blown up ID photos Gabriel had spread on her desk.

They were all of Laia although her hair was different in each one: from long black tresses to deep crimson waves to straight platinum blonde locks. After allowing her a brief moment of silence, Gabriel continued.

“These are the passport photos of Eden Auclair, Celia Favre, and Amanda Klein. Eden Auclair was a French citizen from 2019-2034, Celia Favre was a Swiss citizen from 2034-2049, and Amanda Klein was a German citizen from 2049-2064. Each woman lived for approximately fifteen years before dying in their early 30’s… It seems that Anya Altomare is the newest reiteration.”

And Kamilah could deny it no longer. There was no doubt that these pictures were all of Laia. Which meant that Kamilah had seen correctly: she’d seen Anya’s eyes turn red that night at the restaurant.

Which meant that Anya had been a vampire for the past 50 years.

Which meant that Anya was Laia.

But why did she show no recognition of Kamilah? Why did she continuously reinvent herself every fifteen years? What had happened to make Laia forget or at least pretend to forget all of her past memories?

And then Kamilah froze.

She’d dismissed the rest of Anya’s words as soon as she’d heard about her 18 years’ worth of missing memories. She’d thought Anya had been talking about a mere mortal friend.

But she’d been wrong. She’d focused on the wrong information.

Because Anya hadn’t been talking of a Sarah. She’d been talking of Sera.

Serafine.

—-

A/N: So I have no idea what happened but for some reason, my original post is gone... Which is fucking annoying because I have a bad habit of doing all my final edits on Tumblr instead of on the doc itself.

I tried to fix what I could remember but I’m not sure if I got everything so I’m sorry for any mistakes. SIGH.

Again, there should be one more long chapter unless I decide to split it up into two.

Thanks for the support

#bloodbound #kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #My writing #playchoices

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orengjijyuusu · 5 years ago

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A Story of Me and You

A Ren x Kat fic (self insert)

(Sidenote: Inspired from the Sweet Dreams/Be my Partner photo shoot in SL. And in honor of Jinguji Ren's birthday. Happy birthday, you flirty orange ♡ Enjoy~)

Kat felt seriously out of place in this magical realm of bubbles and...magic. All throughout the dance hall, ball goers were casually mingling in their fancy attire, either on the dance floor or scattered around the vicinity.

Compared to her, everyone looked so refined, bright, and many other captivating adjectives she couldn't form off the top of her head. She wasn't exactly sure how she got here in the first place. One minute she finds an invitation to a party and the next she suddenly finds herself in this world.

Kat stands off to the side as she watches everyone dance. She grips the skirt of her dress, not sure what to do. Should she dance? Should she go outside? CAN she go outside? Needless to say, Kat wasn't very good at partying. Especially at fancy galas such as this one.

Overtime, she catches glimpses of the 11 hosts who graciously held the party for the guests. There were some floating on bubbles, standing on chandeliers, and others simply overseeing the party from the balconies.

Occasionally they would start dancing with some of the ladies on the floor when a certain song from the orchestra began to play.

They all look so graceful, Kat thinks, trying her best to balance in her own shoes, makes me wish I took dancing lessons beforehand.

She looks up at the grand staircase to see if she can make her way to another level. However, her attention is drawn to the man leaning against the railing.

He is one of the hosts, Ren, as Kat recalls. Definitely one of the pretty boys of the bunch, alright.

His blue eyes scan the ballroom a couple of times before his gaze settles on Kat. He obviously catches her staring and throws a playful wink her way.

She bashfully looks away as to not be rude and leans against a pillar. Great, it totally looked like I was gawking just now, she thinks and pinches the bridge of her nose.

Kat looks up again at the staircase and sees that the host was no longer there. "I scared him off. Way to go..." she grimaces quietly to herself.

"Quite the opposite, my lady." A voice hums right beside her ear.

Kat nearly jumps out of her skin and whirls around to find Ren peering out from the other side of the pillar. She places a hand over her chest and exhales, "Ahaha...you scared me."

The princely host frowns, "My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you." He takes her hand, "I just had to come and rescue this lovely lady standing all by herself." Ren raises her hand to his lips and places a tender kiss on her fingers.

Kat gulps nervously and tucks some hair behind her ear, "It's fine, really. Erm, not being lonely I mean--about the scaring thing. Um...I was-I was daydreaming."

Ren releases her hand and smiles, "About what?"

She blinks, trying to think of an answer that would make sense, "The party...I think. How great would it be to dance so beautifully. The irony of handsome men being your dance partner." She laughs nervously at her last sentence, "Oh, I should not have said that..."

Ren's smile turns into laughter, "You're hilarious. But it sounds to me like you need to get out more."

Kat fidgets in place, "Well I--Yeah pretty much. I just...I don't know how to party...ballroom style."

She nervously looks back out at the dancefloor to avoid any awkward eye contact.

Ren hums in amusement before extending his arm, "Would YOU care to be my dance partner, lady?"

Kat's pulse quickens at the offer, "Oh I uh... I can't- I mean I can!" She reaches out and hooks her arm under his. He pulls her toward the dance floor for a moment until she recoils and jerks back.

"But I suck!" Kat fumbles with her words, "I mean I-I can't move in heels that well and..."

Ren looks back at her in surprise before giving her a strangely devious smile, "I... never did ask for your name, lady~"

She blinks at the sudden change in topic, "Well, my name is Kat. I mean--unless you want my real name. Ah! But we just met. So uh...just Kat for now." Ahah kill me! Kat cries in her head, why am I so awkward!?

Ren's smile grows, "You're adorable. But I'll take that invite as a challenge."

Kat's eyes flash over to her strangely attractive host, "...You what?"

"I'll guess your real name. I'm confident I can."

"Tch, bet." She scoffs under her breath, barely hiding an amused expression.

"Alright." Ren chuckles.

Kat freezes, "Oh wait, I didn't mean-"

"If I guess your name before the end of this party, then you have to dance with me, in front of everyone." The idol says with a devious grin.

Kat feels her cheeks flare at the thought, "Oh no. I don't-"

"I won't force you." Ren's gaze softens slightly, "Not very gentlemanly of me to treat a lady as such. And everyone else will be minding their own business. But I do encourage it."

Kat feels her heart thud in her chest, "Why do you want me to dance so badly?"

The host glances at the dancefloor for what seems like the umpteenth time since the two began conversing, "Hm, I DO wonder why." He muses, "Maybe I see something hiding behind those pretty eyes." Ren leans in and gives her a pressing smirk. "Such as a secret desire to dance with the way your foot is tapping the floor."

Kat purses her lips together in embarrassment before sighing, "You're right, I do."

Ren holds out his hand, "Then we understand our little game. Besides," his eyes shadow over slightly, "You won't be seeing any of these people anytime soon after the party, so go with no regrets."

Kat oversees this expression and gives him a firm handshake, "You are a very persuasive man, you know that?"

Ren lingers his gaze on her with an unreadable expression before smiling, "I get that a lot. But for you," his voice lowers an octave with a strange yet exciting look in his eye, "it's a challenge. And I DO love a challenge."

His words send goosebumps up her arms. Dammit! He got me again! She screams at herself. Why is he so good at this?!

"To start," Ren chirps to change the mood, "why don't we take this somewhere a little quieter, eh?" Ren turns on his heel and leads his guest by the arm to the grand staircase.

Kat stumbles a couple of times as they go up each step, "Uh, where are we going? Hold up I can't keep...up..." Her voice fades when Ren releases her arm once they reach the top.

He walks towards a pair of double doors and opens them to reveal the night sky. Then he turns to Kat and beckons her to join him outside.

As if charmed by a spell, or by the gorgeous blue color in his eyes, she walks to him without a second thought.

She obviously wasn't doing a very good job hiding her flushed facial expression when Ren cups her cheek with one hand to prompt a reaction out of her.

"Well aren't you as red as a strawberry. It's a cute look for you, lady~." He says as she shyly averts her gaze. Ren chuckles amusingly and gives her head a small pat.

Why am I allowing this to happen? Kat questions, He's a total stranger but...I feel like I can trust him. I feel like logic has taken a backseat because of it.

The two walk out onto a spacious balcony, away from the bustling party and under an endless starlit sky. Ren turns to Kat expectantly, as if waiting for some kind of answer to a question he never asked.

She crosses her arms, "If you think I'm going to tell you my name just like that, you're sorely mistaken."

Ren shrugs with a smug grin, "Worth a shot, Katlynn."

"Nope."

He snaps his fingers in frustration, "Ah I'll get it at some point." Ren glances over towards the orchestra playing inside. Almost immediately, he gets that same scheming look on his face, "And I know the perfect way to start thinking about it."

Approaching Kat, he extends his hand, "Want to practice a bit before you lose, lady~?"

She raises an eyebrow,"You are awfully cocky, you know that?" The only response she gets is a wink, "Plus what about our deal?"

"I don't intend on losing. And I said in front of everyone." Ren slips his left hand around Kat's waist and pulls her close, "Out here, it's just you..." He gently takes her other hand in his, "and me. I promise."

Kat makes eye contact upon hearing the insistent tone in her escort's voice.

Quite clearly, for the first time, his gaze comes across as earnestly kind and soft; completely the opposite of that flirtatious front he had on earlier. She almost feels compelled to do anything he says with a look like that.

Something about him, at this moment, allowed Kat to trust him. She didn't know what kind of voodoo charm-like hypnosis Ren was using on her, but damn it! His tactics were working too well. In response, all she can do is nod in agreement. She places her free hand over his shoulder.

"I'll take that as a yes." Ren hums as he begins to sway her back and forth, "Don't worry, we'll take this nice and slow." He nudges her foot carefully, "This is typically the simplest kind of dance. Left, right, left..."

Kat's eyes drop down to her feet as she tries to follow Ren's instructions to the best of her ability.

"Now let's try turning in a circle." Ren guides her back as they advance from just stepping left to right, "Just go back and forth, like a rocking chair."

Kat sees the pattern rather quickly, however she fumbles in her heels and nearly trips over her dance partner.

"Ah, I'm sorry." She abruptly stops their movement, "I just can't do it right in these shoes. I'll lose my balance."

Upon saying that, Kat starts noticing the growing soreness in her soles from standing too long.

"You CAN do it." Ren calmly places his hands on her shoulders, "Just without the shoes."

Kat blinks, "You want me to dance barefoot?"

"If it helps you, then yes."

Staring down at her feet, she slowly replies with, "Well, I suppose..."

"Do you want me to take them off for you?" Ren asks teasingly. He stifles a laugh when Kat sputters out her objections.

"I can do it myself." She huffs and kicks her shoes off. Immediately, the soreness in her heels almost dissipates completely. Her feet feel much better than before. In fact, she felt better in general...also shorter.

With the shoes, the heel portion added 3 extra inches to Kat's overall height. Now, she had to slightly crane her neck up to look at Ren.

"You are...tall..." she mutters.

"You forgot exceedingly charming." He replies before resuming the dancing position they were in before.

While Ren continues to lead, Kat significantly notices her dancing becoming more fluid and confident. Much better than that stagnant stilt dance she was doing earlier. Not to mention, she was...also enjoying herself.

After a moment of silent dancing, Ren clears his throat, "My lady, I know you are trying to watch where you step, but try looking up at me."

"I don't think I'm confident enough to look away yet."

"I won't step on your feet." He pleads.

Kat keeps her eyes glued to the ground, "I know YOU won't."

Ren let's out something along the sound of a whine, "Please? I won't be mad if you do."

After a bit of prodding, Kat pries her eyes from the ground...and nearly ends up bumping foreheads with her dance partner. She yanks her head back, face completely flushed, "Ah shi- I'm sorry! I wasn't concentrating."

But all he does is smile. "Don't be," Ren spins Kat out gracefully, "I'm quite the fan of-" he pulls her hand to reel her flush against his chest, "close proximity."

"You know the flirty remarks you keep making are only throwing me off." She mutters through gritted teeth.

"Oh? Would you like me to stop, Katrina?"

"No that's not it either. I mean No...maybe? It's complicated."

Ren stops their dancing, "How so?"

I should have kept my mouth shut, Kat thinks as she clicks her tongue, "I uh, well..."

"Again, if my nosy-ness rubbed you the wrong way, I'm not forcing you to admit anything." The host responds, removing his leading hand from her back.

The second he let go, Kat could feel a cool spot spreading in place of his warm fingers. Honestly, she wished he hadn't done that.

C'mon, be bold for once, she urges herself, adrenaline now, breakdown later. Her left hand lurches forward and catches Ren by the retreating arm.

"No, you're okay!" She blurts, allowing her brain to block off any feeling of regret she might have later. With a nervous gulp, she looks up into her captivator's eyes and tightens her grip on his arm. "I just, I tend to take flirts rather seriously and if that's not the kind of guy you are I don't want to assume-"

"But I am being serious."

"But why me?" Kat fires on instinct, "What makes me so special? You're this," she gestures to his entire body, "beautiful hunk of a man and I'm...I seem like a nobody compared to you."

"That's just it, lady." Kat feels the warmth of his hands place themselves on her shoulders. Ren squeezes them lightly for reassurance.

"That's the reason we held this event. At this party, no lady or gentleman should have to feel like a nobody." He lifts a hand and smooths down flyaways on her head, "You're always somebody to someone, regardless if it's here, or where you come from." One of his hands travels downward to cup her cheek, "And tonight, you're someone to me."

Kat feels a strong pang strike her heart, a feeling of affection. She forces it down by enveloping Ren in a hug and buries her face in his tuxedo.

"I...didn't think I'd need to hear that from someone like you." She mutters, voice slightly muffled through the fabric, "Thank you."

Ren's arms wrap themselves around her shoulders as he returns the embrace with a squeeze. "When we go back in and dance, I'm going to make it look like I'M the nobody compared to you."

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves." Kat pulls away with a hard-to-contain smirk, "Bear in mind you are still far more attractive than I am."

"Au contraire," Ren notches a brow and bends down to meet her at eye level, "I have to argue that you are even lovelier than what you say about me..." He leans into her left ear and says a name. Her name.

Kat's mouth goes agape with confusion. But before she can question anything, Ren darts forward and plants a kiss on her cheek, "Mwah!" He vocalises so she can be extra embarrassed.

Kat's cheeks flare like fire, "Ahaha...how the-the...my name...wha...??" She chokes out, completely flustered beyond comprehension.

Ren pulls out a small placement card from his jacket pocket, "I saw the table you sat at, before I met you, I happened to take a glance."

"So you were just...PLAYING with me?" Kat's flushed face snaps to shock, no longer embarrassed. Traitor! "Well then what was the point of this game?" She exclaims.

"Nothing, I just wanted to spend more time with you. You're fun, Kat." He smiles gently, "And I want to get to know you more."

Kat shifts awkwardly, "I assume you decided this after I neglected to dance with you."

Ren shrugs, "Like I said, I do love a challenge."

"Well," Kat exhales, "You did it, that's for sure. So…"

"So…?" The host repeats with a teasing undertone. She knew what was coming next so might as well get it over with.

"So I'll hold up my end of the deal." She throws her hands up and makes her way to the door, "Whisk me to the dancefloor, good sir."

Ren moves in front of her, momentarily blocking her from going inside, "You don't sound too enthusiastic about it. What about our dance lessons together? Didn't they help?" He asks, surprisingly worried.

Kat stops abruptly from maneuvering around him but doesn't look at his face, "No they did! And I'm so grateful you helped me. I'm just...nervous. But I don't want your lessons to be for nothing. So…" Her voice catches, "I want to get out there with the confidence I have right now. Before I burn out."

Kat gulps and clutches Ren's arm, "Tonight, if I don't dance, then I have a feeling I will regret it for the rest of my li-wah!!"

Before she can get the last syllable out, Ren kicks her feet up and catches her in a bridal hold. "Then I suggest we get to the dance floor before it's too late. Are you ready, lady~?" His face holds a fiery look of determination.

"I'm going to have a nosebleed with all the stunts you are pulling, I swear." Kat wraps her arms around his neck, "But, yes. As I'll ever be."

Ren smiles and moves briskly towards the staircase. Before Kat can question why he wasn't slowing down to descend the staircase, Ren hops onto the railing and slides down with her balanced on his arm.

Kat inhales sharply and tightens her grip around Ren's neck, not noticing that she was also pressing her bosom right into the side of his face. But HE wasn't about to tell her that.

When they reach the bottom, he places her on her feet with a slight pink hue over his cheeks. "That was fun." He says while dusting his tuxedo from the back.

"I think my soul just left my body." Kat squeaks hysterically.

"Oi! Ren, don't be playing extra with the guests!" Yells another host, the one with silver hair. Kat kept forgetting names.

Off to the side, a host with blue hair, Masa...Masa-something could be seen rolling his eyes at them.

"Don't listen to them, I'll go all out to impress a pretty lady~" Ren retorts, pulling Kat to the dance floor where other people could be seen mingling and dancing to the orchestra.

They stop in the center of the dance floor and face each other. Ren bows to her with a smile and proceeds to hold his hand out expectantly. "May I have this dance?"

Kat takes his hand without hesitation and does an awkward, yet rather adorable curtsey to Ren, "Just like we practiced, right?" She asks, voice trying to hold steady.

"Just like we practiced." He repeats, taking her by the waist. This prompts her to position her hands appropriately, and then they begin to move.

For a while, they do simple back and forth movements to get Kat comfortable with the setting. Then, she notices something horribly wrong...and lacking.

"Ren, I-I forgot my shoes!" She whispers frantically, trying to stop their movement. But Ren doesn't budge.

Instead, he pulls her hand to his lips and presses a sweet kiss to the back, arm tightening around her waist. "Kat, you don't need them." He says reassuringly, "Just look at me, and only me. Don't worry about anything or anyone else."

Kat's cheeks flush for about the billionth time, eyes helplessly locked on to his blue ones.

"This...may be selfish of me," Ren says hesitantly, "but I wanted you to show me, and only me, that special side of yourself. The side no one gets to see." They carefully switch into a swaying dance when the music changes, arms wrapped around each other's neck or waist. "I want you to be mine, just for a moment." His forehead comes into contact with hers, a warm spot that brought comfort with their slow dance.

As their faces come dangerously closer to each other, Kat mutters out, "Ren...thank you. For everything."

Ren shakes his head slightly, "No, thank you. For giving me the opportunity to dance with you…" His lips press themselves against hers. Gently, Kat can feel a soft yet passionate feeling embed itself into their kiss. She loses all awareness of her surroundings, even after they part.

Kat, utterly entranced by her prince of the evening, reaches up to stroke his cheek and searches his eyes. Then she realizes something after a moment, "I-I'm not going to see you after tonight, am I?" She asks quietly.

Ren nuzzles into her touch with a sad look in his eyes, "I am uncertain…time works strangely in this realm. And that's what makes me long for more of it. With you..." His eyes suddenly turn fierce, "But I'm NEVER going to forget this night. The night I got to spend getting to know you."

He presses a kiss to her forehead gingerly, "It's time to go, my princess. Let's meet next time in a dream."

Kat envelops him in an embrace, "Stay like this...please. For as long as possible." She whispers with tears in her eyes.

Ren holds her tightly as the world of magic begins to glow white all around. Despite the ballroom, the people, and the hosts disappearing, Kat could still feel his arms around her until the very end. And that was all the comfort she needed to know that he would be with her. Someday.

#katpost #katposting #ren #self insert fic #self ship #its done!!#i hope you all like it #sweet dreams #be my partner

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remasteredinnuendo · 5 years ago

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Blue Bayou: Epilogue

Synopsis: Ben is nervous as he prepares for Bohemian Rhapsody. But just as he thinks nerves will get the best of him, he’s introduced to a woman who might just be the muse he needs. Inspired by the song Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt

Warnings: Nostalgia

Info: This is officially the last part to Blue Bayou. This part kind of closes the gap of what Emmy (OC) means in the story, not just to Ben. Rami Malek features heavily. I’d love feedback!

Epilogue:

Rami stood with his Oscar in hand, his weight shifting from foot to foot. The microphone in front of him demanded his voice, and the hundred-strong media presence in the room pressed with their questions. He couldn’t help but answer awkwardly, but the pride in his shoulders never faltered.

“I have to thank so many great artists who have brought me to the point where I’ve felt confident in my work,” Rami said into the microphone his free hand moving as he spoke. Like the feeling behind his words were too strong for him to stand still. “But it was the confidence that one person especially imbued in me that made me think I was capable of taking on this challenge of playing Freddie Mercury.”

The post-ceremony interview was meant only for the winners. But Rami had let the cast stand offside of the little stage. At least some of them. Ben was in awe of all Bohemian Rhapsody had accomplished. With all his fears, he had done his best. And now he was so proud of the film and that the hard work put into it was being recognized by the world. Finally.

He smiled to himself, listening to Rami’s speech. Joe and Gwilym were over his shoulder, filming their best friend with their cellphones. This was a moment of a lifetime. And Emmy was here to share it with them.

Somehow, Ben had managed to talk her out of her hotel room and into the limousine. He didn’t once let go of her hand when they stepped onto the red carpet, and she didn’t once pull away. It was a warm feeling that washed over him whenever she was near. And even when she seemed to get nervous, pressing beneath his arm as the press shouted, asking for her name and wondering why she was here, she stood with her chin up. Smiled for the photos.

It was almost like a family photoshoot for them all. The entire cast stood in front of the white flashing lights, arms over shoulders. Not a single soul was going to be forgotten about. And when Brian called Emmy over for a photo with her and Roger, Roger gave Ben a firm handshake. Told him he did a good job. And to look out for his niece.

There was trust in those words, and Ben took them to heart. And now he had a hand on her hip, her back against his chest as she leaned against him. Blissfully at peace with the unpredictability of the world. Because even though it was as fragile as if it were made of sugar, she still was reaching out to taste it.

Now, because of her, so was he.

“I don’t know how this person thought a young man who felt so profoundly alienated with social anxiety could ever play Freddie Mercury. But I began to discover that in this audacious, wonderful, powerful icon….there was this sense of loneliness and a sense of anxiety and I could relate the two together.” Rami paused, a small smile on his face as they all listened intently. “I want to thank this person for discovering that in me.”

Ben encircled Emmy’s waist and held her tightly. He knew exactly who Rami was speaking of. Gwilym and Joe did, too. But she was oblivious, simply watching her new friend with happiness. The man who portrayed her father. The man who, really, allowed her to embrace herself, too. This win was so much bigger than all of them.

“Everyone, now is the time I’d like to present to you the heart of the Mothership. The woman who carries the last breaths of Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton in her lungs,” Rami turned his head toward where they stood and grinned. “Emmanuelle Mercury.”

Beneath his touch, Ben felt Emmy freeze. Her entire body seemed to lurch, and then stood completely still. Through her spine he could feel her heartbeat thud as the gasps and whispers erupted in the room. Reporters stood from their seats, waving their hands in an attempt to get the first question in. But they all shared the same bewilderment. So did Emmy.

“Miss Mercury?” Rami called, outstretching his hand toward her.

Ben understood fear of judgment. Of not being able to live up to everyone else’s expectations. But the wisdom inside of her and the kindness she offered people from her lips had pulled him tight. The only reason he was able to be in this movie was because of her.

She hadn’t allowed him to miss this opportunity.

Now he was going to repay the favour.

Ben squeezed her tightly and leaned down to kiss her neck. The closest he had been to her skin. And she exhaled at the contact, giving him exactly enough time to pull away from her and gently nudge her forward with a hand at the curve of her back.

Emmy stumbled, if only for a moment, hand covering her mouth as her glassy eyes began to spill tears. The moment she revealed herself from the sidelines the cameras flashed like a fireworks show. Shutters clicked so loudly that none of them could hear as Rami moved his mouth and motioned for her. She reached her hand toward him like a blind woman trying to find her way.

And she found it.

Rami took her hand and pulled her toward the mic, and folded her fingers around the Oscar statuette. Joe and Gwilym whistled behind him as the reporters hushed themselves to bring applause to her name. To her meaning.

He turned back to the crowd. “Settle down,” he warned, and waited until they rumbles subsided and it was quiet enough for him to speak again. “This woman right here has taught all of us involved in the film to love the parts of ourselves that no one claps for. She gave every part of herself to make Bohemian Rhapsody possible.”

With a flourish signature to the film, Rami stepped back from the microphone and allowed her to step up. Tears glittered on her cheeks and her eyes were turned toward the ceiling. As though she was wondering if Freddie and Jim were watching her now. If they were proud.

When she hesitated to speak, cradling the award against her yellow gown, she turned toward them. Ben blew her a kiss, but her brows remained pulled low. Unsure of herself. Unsure of the room. Until he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and watched as Roger Taylor stepped forward. Still hidden, but nearly on the stage.

Emmy drew a small X shape over her heart with her finger, and he reciprocated. Just like they had both done that day in the studio. And whatever meaning it held, she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. And spoke.

“It is empowering to step outside of ourselves,” Emmy began, wiping a tear from her cheek, looking out at the ocean of journalists. “But my two fathers taught me that when we shed our doubt, we can become someone new.”

As she steadied herself, Ben took the moment of quietness to lean toward the drummer. “Excuse me, sir, but what does this mean?” he wondered, and when the drummer looked at him he drew an X over his chest.

Roger chuckled, turning back to the most beautiful woman in the room. “Whenever she needs reassurance, she’ll cross her heart, asking me to cross mine. Silently she’s asking me if I think she’s capable. And, of course I do, so I draw the X.” He gave a soft smile. “I silently promise her that I won’t let her fall. Neither will Brian, or Joe, or Gwilym, or Rami or the rest of us. And certainly not you.”

The answer made him blush. Of course she was as gentle as a flower, no matter the strong front she put on; everyone needed someone. So he turned back to Emmy, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“We are not tarnished,” Emmy said, holding conviction in her words as she pushed her shoulders down. “In fact, we are pure, even if we can’t fathom it in the moment. And we get so lost in our heads and drown in our problems so often we never take a step back to appreciate the things around us. Within us.”

She allowed herself a smile.

“We fall off the mountain that took us forever to climb and we think it’s the death of us, but who can say it’s not just us being reborn? We begin again and again because we know it leads to something new. Something better. And my parents taught me that we should never let the flames determine our ending.”

With a little nod of finality, Emmy took a step back from the microphone and Rami immediately began to clap. The sound filled the silence, and then Roger added himself to the applause. Ben, Joe, and Gwilym couldn’t quite pull themselves from their awe fast enough to beat the burst of energy from the journalists, but soon they were clapping, too.

“Home is where the Mothership is,” Rami said to them all as he passed the mic to kiss her cheek.

She handed him back the Oscar statuette with a bow, her lips forming a dozen thank-you’s before she turned on her heel and gave him back the stage. Emmy, hands no longer shaking, leaned in to Roger’s embrace and the proud arms of Joe and Gwilym.

But when she turned to Ben, he found himself completely unprepared. She pressed her lips to his and it obliterated every thought. For the first time in a long time, Ben’s mind was locked into the present. The worries of everything and anything evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. His usual mode of running was suddenly suspended, and he didn’t want this kiss to end.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. He was drunk on her, and all he wanted to do was touch. And within moments, the soft caresses became firm, and he savoured her lips and the quickening of her breath that matched his own.

A kiss like this was a beginning. A promise of much more to come.

“Thank you,” Ben said as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. He didn’t care that everyone was watching them.

Emmy smiled at him, hands on his shoulders. “For what?”

“For being you.”

And he leaned in to kiss her again.

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niallismymuse · 6 years ago

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Wedding Date

“Are ya ready to get this wedding shindig done?” Niall’s voice crackles through your phone, and you wince at the static, throwing the device a reproachful look. You dry your hands, ignoring the wrinkled look of them – you haven’t been washing dishes for that long, but your skin is always so sensitive.

“Ready enough,” you reply after plucking your phone up and turning the speaker off, holding it against your ear. “I still have to get my nails done.”

Marley and David, two close friends of yours, are getting married tomorrow. They’re friends of Niall’s too, so he’s also invited to the big event. And because of that, the two of you decided to go together, since you’re both single.

“You’ve got time for that. Remember, I’m picking you up tomorrow at noon.” He reminds you, and you smile despite yourself, rolling your eyes.

“Yes sir, I will remember that.” You snip back, padding into your bedroom and throwing yourself back onto the bed. You let out a little ‘oof’ as your back hits the covers, and Niall lets out a quiet cough on the line.

“Ya alright?” he asks, suddenly sounding concerned. “Ya didn’t hurt yourself, right?”

You bite your lip, trying hard not to over-analyze everything he’s just said. “No no, Ni, I’m good. I just threw myself back on my bed.”

“Oh. Uh, good.” He clears his throat. “Can’t have my date to the wedding out of commission.” He laughs, and you laugh too, though it’s a bit forced.

Date. As if.

You have known Niall ever since you moved to London three years ago, and you just happened to become friends with those in his circle. Slowly, your own friendship progressed, and now he’s your best friend, the person you’d tell almost anything to.

Anything except for the fact that you’ve been in love with him for a year.

“Yeah,” you sigh out, admittedly a beat too late. “Listen, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’ve got to get those nails done.”

He’s quiet for a second. “Alright love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After hanging up, you toss your phone behind you on your bed and exhale harshly. This wedding is going to be tough. Specifically, because you and Niall had agreed to attend together – not togethertogether, but as friends. Obviously. Which means that you’ll both be dressed up, and he’ll look sogood, and you’ll be with him all evening.

It’s going to be torture.

What happens if, at the wedding, some beautiful woman comes up and starts hitting on him? And, even worse, what if he’s into it? How in the world will you possibly deal with that? Do people even do that on weddings? You’re pretty sure you’ve read wedding drama like that on the Internet.

But there’s no point in dwelling on it now. You have nails to get done.

“See, look how nice!” You exclaim to Niall, holding your hands in front of his face, fingers spread wide. Your nails are painted a dark, shimmery blue. He squints at them, as if he’s examining them closely for flaws, and you smack his shoulder. He cackles, tossing you a wide grin as you frown.

“They look great, love. And so do you. The blue is an excellent color on you.” He smiles, gaze traveling slowly up your body, from the tips of your toes, up. You flush under the intensity of his eyes, shifting slightly.

You’re clad in a dress that matches your nails, dark blue with a shimmery top. It flares out at your hips, hugging nicely to your frame. It ends just below your knees. You picked it out weeks ago, pleased with the coloring and the shape of it.

“Thanks,” you cough out, trying not to look too thrilled by the compliment, “you don’t look half-bad yourself.”

Niall let’s out a throaty laugh, tipping his head back. “Thank you so much,” he chuckles, and then offers you his arm. If possible, you flush harder, and thread your arm through his. He leads you gracefully to his car, even pausing to open the door for you and help you inside before hopping in the driver’s side and taking off. Very gentlemanly.

And you underexaggerated, of course. Niall looks far better than you let on. He’s dressed in a pair of black, pressed pants, with a dark blue button-down shirt and matching tie. The shirt fits tightly, but not tootightly, and his shoulders look so fucking broad you want to die. That’s not even bringing up his thighs,in those fucking pants –

The worst part is that you two nearly match, in an endearing sort of way, but you can’t think about that too much.

“You do look really good, Ni.” You comment after a minute of driving, pointedly staring out the window. You don’t want to see the cocky smirk that’s sure to pull across his lips, because if you do, you’re going to be leaping across the seat and kissing it off of his lips. That will surely cause an accident. And more than likely ruin a friendship.

However, his voice is quiet when he answers, oddly subdued. “Thank you.” Niall answers, and when you glance over at him, he’s still looking at the road, though there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips, and pink spots on his cheeks.

The wedding is set outside of London, on a large property with a mansion-esque home and a pond set behind it. The ceremony will take place outside on the grounds, by the pond. The reception will occur directly inside, following a cocktail hour. You haven’t been inside before, and you’re excited to see the décor – and the wedding as a whole, of course.

Love is in the air. That’s the only thought in your mind as Niall parks his car. It’s spring-time, so everything is flowering. There’s a small, stone-lined pathway leading from the parking area to behind the house, where rows of chairs are set up in neatly together. The rows are separated into columns by a white carpet, which is surely where Marley will be walking down towards the altar shortly.

Niall, once again, offers his arm to you, and you take it, unable to stop yourself from grinning widely at him. He grins back, and then uses his free hand to brush a stray hair behind your ear. You blink, unable to process it, and he smirks to himself before leading you down the pathway to the chairs.

You find your places, and Niall is seated right next to you, of course. He spreads his legs wide once he’s sat, thigh brushing against yours, and you freeze in your seat. Does he fucking haveto? Absolutely not.

Other guests arrive and take their seats, and you bite your lip, smiling and waving at other friends as they come to sit down. David has taken his spot at the altar, and he’s smiling nervously and shuffling on his feet. As soon as the music starts, he visibly takes a deep breath and lets it out, beaming down towards the end of the aisle.

The ceremony is beautiful, Marley is resplendent, and you’re nearly in tears at the end of it. You would be, if one thing hadn’t happened: some time during the ceremony, Niall had set his hand on his thigh. Normally, this wasn’t a problem, but due to his stance, his thigh was pressed flush against yours. So half of his hand was on his thigh, and the other half is on yours.

You wonder if he notices. You definitely can feel it – his hand is pleasantly warm, and so fucking big. You’re trying not to call attention to it as the couple reads through their vows, but there’s a part of you that’s confused. Surely, he’s noticed his hand is partly on you. Why hasn’t he moved it?

You don’t get much of a chance to dwell on it further, because suddenly the ceremony is over, and everyone is standing up and cheering as the newly-weds grin and bow cheekily. Niall stands up too, removing his hand from your thigh, and you blink at its loss. You’re suddenly unsure of how to proceed from here, but you stand up and clap and cheer with everyone else.

Marley and David exit down the carpet and are removed to go have wedding photos taken, and since neither one of you are in the wedding party, you’re free to go inside.

“Let’s go have a drink,” Niall suggests, looking at you with raised brows.

“Oh, thank god, yes,” you sigh out in relief, because you’re not sure how you’re going to get through this reception next to him without alcohol. He looks at you in a puzzled way, so you cough and add, “oh, you know, weddings…they get to me.”

He seems to buy it, and the two of you head inside.

It’s a little chilly inside, and you shiver at the temperature change. Outside it was a little breezy, but the sun was shining directly on you. Well, at least your makeup isn’t going to sweat off.

You’re the first people at the bar, and the bartender whips you both up some wonderful, alcohol-infused concoctions. Niall was more prone for a beer, but he insisted. At the taste, Niall grins and shrugs, muttering that “it will do”.

After wandering away from the bar, you look up at him. “So. What now?”

“Wasn’t that a beautiful wedding?” Niall comments, taking a sip of his drink.

That didn’t answer your question, but it’s a start. “Yeah, it was really lovely, actually. It was a gorgeous day outside. The vows were really cute.” The vows part, at least, you’re not sure of, because you had been preoccupied by a certain someone’shand.

“I’ve always thought I’d like a wedding like that.” He murmurs in a rare serious moment, a faraway look in his eyes. You bite down on your lip, tilting your head to the side. What’s this all about? Niall has never been afraid to be proudly single and unattached – you’ve never really heard him yearn for a relationship.

“You’ve thought about it?” You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Yeah,” he replies, seeming to come back to himself. “You haven’t?”

You shake your head, and then shrug. “Well…maybe when I was a kid, yeah. But not any time recently. I haven’t ever really expected to…end up with anyone.” The last words leave your mouth as a whisper, because, well, that’s been your secret thought. That you would wind up alone. It doesn’t scare you really, because you do just great on your own, but it’s not exactly cheerful.

Niall’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “What?!” he spits out, looking at you indignantly. Then his look softens, and the gentleness in his eyes makes your soul hurt. He reaches out and grabs your hand. “Love, you’re incredible. Any bloke would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Ni,” you say sincerely, and he keeps holding your hand, stroking his thumb across the back of it. It makes you shiver, and he immediately drops your hand, cursing to himself.

“Shit, you’re cold, can’t have that,” he mumbles as he draws his jacket off of his shoulders, laying it across yours instead. Your cheeks pinken, and you shake your head wordlessly. This conversation has just…evolved past anything you ever expected.

You laugh out, “thanks again”, and Niall smiles softly at you, before proceeding to take your hand and lead you to the assigned table you’ll be seated at.

The feel of his hand in yours marvels you. You can feel the calluses etched into his palm, and the thickness of his fingers. These are both things you’ve known he has, but to feelthem, against your own hand…you’re drunk on him. The world is spinning slightly, and you’ve barely had two sips from your drink.

Niall, ever the gentleman, pulls your chair out for you and then settles you in before sitting down himself.

The rest of the evening flashes by with the bat of an eye. One minute you and Niall are chatting about everything and nothing, and the next, dinner is finished, and the sweet couple is beginning their first dance together. It’s lovely and beautiful, and you can’t help sighing to yourself as you watch.

Niall shifts slightly but doesn’t comment, watching along with you. Once Marley and David have finished, they bow, and you stand up to applaud them. Marley’s eyes meet yours and she grins, throwing you a little wink before turning to peck her husband on the lips.

The dance floor is open to everyone now. It starts out with the little kids running out and bopping to whatever tune is playing. Slowly, more and more people flock towards the activity, and suddenly the dance floor is full of people dancing and having a good time. You’re not one of them.

Niall must notice your urge to get out there, because after a light touch to your wrist, he flicks his eyebrows up and asks, “dance with me?” with a cocky smirk and all. Your stomach flips, butterflies making their presence known, and you smile and nod.

“Yes, please,” you reply demurely, and before he can stand up, you get to your feet and curtsy in front of him, extending an elegant hand. “Niall Horan, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

His eyes light up. He takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, and your face ignites. “The honor would be all mine.” He stands, gripping your hand firmly, and leads you out to the dance floor.

A fun, poppy song is playing when you get there, and neither one of you particularly knows how to dance, so you just sway and hop together, giggling like mad. Niall grabs your finger and twirls you, and a laugh bursts past your lips. He does some sort of funky move that’s like a cross between the Egyptian and the sprinkler. You don’t even think it can ever be replicated, and you’re laughing so hard you’re nearly crying.

The music changes and shifts into a slow song. Couples all around you pull each other close, smiling happily. You’re about to suggest getting out of everyone’s way, at least for this song, when Niall tentatively takes a step closer, then shyly places his hands on your waist, smiling sweetly at you. Your breath hitches in your throat.

You make no move to pull away, instead you set your hands on his upper arms. You’re overwhelmed by the closeness of him – his lips are mere centimeters from yours, and his grip on your waist is firm. You can feel the muscles in his arms shift as he slowly starts to sway the two of you side-to-side.

Your throat is dry, and you swallow harshly. Niall’s eyes track the movement, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “So,” he starts, but then he seems to not know how to finish. He pauses, just looking at you, and you can’t help but laugh quietly, frazzled as you are.

“So?” you giggle back, and he grins, ducking his head. “What do you mean, so?”

“So,” he spits back, chuckling, “how are ya feeling?”

You roll your eyes. “Really, Horan? That’s what you want to know?”

The slight swaying stops, and Niall frowns at you slightly. Your heart jumps into your throat, and your lips part, because you didn’t mean to upset him –

But then he lifts one of his hands from your waist and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, and you nearly faint.

“No. It’s not what I wanted to know.”

Everything slows down around you. It’s just you and Niall. He’s gazing intently down at you, blue eyes locked on your own. “I wanted to know how ya feel about me.”

“Uh, Niall-“ you stutter out, heart thumping hard in your chest, but he plows on.

“Because I know how I feel about ya, and I’m pretty sure ya feel the same way. I’ve liked ya…for so long now, love. It’s drivin’ me crazy. You’redrivin’ me crazy. Ya just…came into my life and turned it upside down, and I’m done pretendin’ that you didn’t. I want to be with ya, and I love ya. You’re sweet, and so fuckin’ funny, not to mention beautiful. You’re…all that I want, all that I could everwant.”

After his little rant, Niall’s face is a little flushed, and he’s still staring intently down at you. Your mouth is wide open. You don’t even know how to react. Niall Horan…lovesyou? How could he possibly love you, out of all of the other women he has met in his life?

“I don’t…I don’t know what to say.” You manage to get out. How are you alive in this moment? How has the floor not cracked and opened beneath your feet? Surely you’re actually dead, and this is some sort of dream or vision or something. This can’t be real.

He sighs. “Ya could start with tellin’ me how ya feel. I’ve been tryin’ to drop hints all day.”

Your eyes widen. “So that’swhat you were trying to do. I thought it was all just…a mistake.” You’re flustered, unable to articulate properly what you want to say. His confession has left you close to tongue-tied.

“Never. You’re not a mistake to me.” Niall says fervently, before pausing. “Well. Maybe more of a happy accident.”

You punch his shoulder and he cackles, that fully-belly laugh erupting from him. You smile and giggle, unable to help it, even as the other couples around you stop and stare.

“C’mon, love. Just tell me. Did I put myself out here for nothin’?”

You shake your head, taking a step closer, until your body is brushing up against his. His eyes darken, and you smile up at him, taking your sweet time. “I love you too, Ni. I have for at least a year. You are…the most incredible man that I have ever met. And I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Niall looks pleased, grinning widely like he’s never seen the light of day and now he’s bathed in it. Without waiting another moment, he leans down and presses his lips to yours hard, before pulling back just as quickly. You stare at him, shocked, and he smiles sheepishly. “Sorry. I, uh, got a little excited.”

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him hard, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you back with all that he’s got.

Right then, out of everyone to notice, Deo suddenly starts hooting and hollering. “Lookie here! Ol’ Niall finallydecided to tell her how he feels. It’s been ages, mate! Took ya long enough.”

You rest your forehead on Niall’s shoulder as Deo continues to razz the both of you, smiling even as he continues his childish teasing. “Fuck off, Deo, you’re makin’ a scene,” Niall grumbles out to him, flipping him the bird. You laugh as Deo flips it right back.

“Oh, c’mon mate, ya know I’m happy for you. Just takin’ the piss out of you is all.”

Niall rolls his eyes and shoos his cousin away. “What a bloody idiot.”

“You can say that again.” You reply, shaking your head.

Niall tips your chin up with his finger, smirking down at you. “Now, where were we?”

Instead of answering him, you merely press your lips to his once more.

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elounorfluff-blog · 6 years ago

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Inhaling Every Moment

A/N: OK I already apologized for this in my previous post. The whole thing isn’t heart-wrenching, I promise. Like and comment, reblog or DM with feedback! And a super fluff-filled nothing sad at all Christmas one-shot is coming in December. So here’s Christmas 2016....

The air felt colder than usual, but it had nothing to do with close to freezing temperatures outside. Louis wasn’t sure his life could have been in a more horrific state than it was that chilly night in December. The funeral had been held two weeks ago and he didn’t know how there were any tears left in him. After that awful day, it had been too much for him to keep leaning on Dani. Snapping at her when she was just trying to help and then apologizing over and over again until their relationship had more tension than comfort. She had left two days after his X-factor performance, on amicable terms. He knew it wasn’t her fault he was so upset with the world right now, but he didn’t think he could be with anyone in his current state. And of course, she had been at the funeral. Some part of him had expected to see Eleanor there, but when he actually saw her in living, breathing, form, it was like someone had sliced open freshly sewn stitches. He’d barely been able to say more than a few words to her.

His birthday had passed yesterday without any festivity beyond reading a hopelessly long letter his mother had left behind for him, telling him how proud she was and that she wished him only to find peace in the coming year. Lottie had also made him eat something and changed his sheets, and then taken him and Fizzy, along with the older twins to get hot chocolate. It had been a sort of quiet he wasn’t used to, but he had never been more thankful to have so many sisters. They were all in this together, at least.

And there had been today. Christmas. In their rented London home close to the hospital that no one could bear to leave just yet. Nobody woke up early to open gifts, but Dan and Fizzy had started making pancakes around noon as people drifted downstairs. It was an odd kind of relief to have things to do that day. Traditions that simply had to be upheld lest they have one more reminder of Jay’s absence. And so, they had decorated the tree that had sat neglected for the past month as they had been too busy with goodbyes and funeral plans and grieving to worry about something as trivial as ornaments. The memories held in each little trinket he hung up ended up being of far more comfort than he thought they would. He had found all the little things he’d made her in primary school, ornaments from different years which read “the Tomlinsons”, and listed names on some item. The first looked like a cookie sheet and simply held Marks name, his mum’s, and his own. The most recent was in the shape of a large snow globe and held at the top “The Tomlinson-Deakin Family” and read on tiny name plaques, “Jay, Dan, Mark, Louis, Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, Doris, Ernest”. He’d smiled, wondering what the person who had done the calligraphy must have thought, writing all those names. Every single one of the kids had some creative ‘Baby’s 1st Christmas’ one as well, his own simply stating those words on a tiny silver frame that held a photo of his Mum with him at one day old, not even discharged from the hospital yet.

They had sat in the living room and opened a few gifts from each other, before they had finally addressed the tense absence hanging in the air. Each of them had gone around and told the happiest story they could think of about Johannah. And for awhile they had laughed even though the pain was still fresh. She had brought so much joy to their lives. They had stayed in their cocoon of togetherness, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of seeing their mum in each other’s eyes, but then children started to fuss, and the night had to end as Lottie and Fizzy got the younger twins off to bed. He had to let the great world spin, whether he wanted to or not.

It was close to midnight now. He knew all the older girls were probably crowded into one bedroom, asleep on each other, as they had been since the funeral. He sat downstairs, in a back room with vaulted ceilings that was full of windows to let light in during the day. He was curled up on the couch, with his knees hugged to his chest feeling completely numb. He took out his phone in hopes of finding a distraction, scrolling mindlessly through the names in his phone. Louis wasn’t even sure how or why he had hit call on Eleanor’s contact, it just happened.

Meanwhile, El sat in her sweatpants alone in her London flat. She couldn’t bring herself to go home to Manchester. She’d tried to enjoy herself earlier with a friend who’d invited her to dinner, but now she simply felt alone, save for Bruce, who she was currently using as a pillow. She missed Jay with everything in her, but more than that, she missed the normalcy of being around the Tomlinsons and how comforting it had been just to wrap Daisy and Phoebe in her arms at the funeral. His family was the only one that was going through this process with her, but she felt like an intruder, so she kept her communication to a minimum. When her phone rang, she didn’t intend to answer it until she saw the contact name flash.

“…. Hello?” She answered hesitantly.

“Hey,” Louis said quietly.

“You’re up late,” she mumbled.

“Surprised you’re still awake,” Louis replied awkwardly.

“I haven’t really slept much since….you know. Did you need something?” She asked with curiosity rather than annoyance.

Louis paused as if trying to remember something. “Not…not really, I guess. Just can’t sleep either, although apparently everyone else can.”

Eleanor spoke before she thought, “Do you want me to come over?”

“I can’t say the answer is no. I promised you no more lies, but if you’re tired, I understand” he told her, which was true. They had spoken briefly after Jay told her about Brianna’s pregnancy. It had been a strange conversation where she questioned why he felt the need for her to know before the public, and he’d answered her that despite not feeling they could reconciliate, he felt he owed her honesty, and that honesty wasn’t letting someone you had been with for three and a half years find out you were having a child from the media.

“I’m a little tired, but that doesn’t mean I can fall asleep anytime soon. Be over in ten?” El didn’t know why she agreed. A little birdie (actually twin ones with iPhones) had informed her when Danielle had gone back to America and their general understanding that Louis and she had split.

“Yeah that works…. See you soon.” The line went dead as he hung up.

El turned to Bruce, “I have to go, love.” The dog answered by putting his head on his paws. “….Actually? Do you want to go for a ride in the car…yeah?” The dog’s ears perked up and he sat, pawing at her. “Alright, but we have to be very quiet.”

She grabbed a clean sweater, double checked she had on deodorant, and didn’t bother beyond that. She packed up her golden-doodle and started her car.

Lou texted her to come in the side door, where the deck was waiting off the room where he currently sat. He heard her pull up but didn’t see her until she was at the glass door, holding a giant bundle of tan fur in her arms. Lou gently slid the door open as she stepped in and set Bruce down. “You brought your dog?!” He whisper shouted.

El shushed him in reply, quietly telling Bruce to lay down. “Yes, I brought my dog. You have to take care of them you know.” She wasn’t sure why she was being so forward, although Louis had purchased Bruce for her and known him quite well. He had been their dog. “Besides, you can’t tell me that fluffball is anything other than comforting,” she told him quietly.

Louis gave her a look but then his eyes softened as he crouched down to pet the dog. “Hey Bruce-y. How’s life been?” He sat down on the ground against the back of a couch and pet him.

El joined him on the ground, still wearing her coat and boots, rubbing her dog’s belly as she talked mindlessly. “He’s been okay. Definitely missed you when you first left.” She tried to fill the endless silence. “What’s on your mind?”

Louis sighed, “Just…how lonely things seem without her. I didn’t even see her all that often before she was diagnosed, I was busy living it up in LA, but then I was here constantly after that call. I was afraid if I left for too long, I might never see her again,” he said without looking up. He scratched Bruce’s ears as a distraction.

“At least you got to say goodbye?” El tried to look for something comforting but wasn’t coming up with much.

“You’re only the hundredth person to say that to me”, Lou rolled his eyes, standing up. “I need to smoke,” he told no one in particular, slipping on his shoes and heading out to the deck. Eleanor followed him, since Bruce had fallen asleep in the warmth of the house.

El pulled her coat tighter around her in the still night air, watching Louis take a pack and a lighter out of his sweatshirt pocket. She leaned against the railing and put one of her hands out. “Give me one those,” she said.

Lou gave her a strange look, “Didn’t you quit smoking…. four or five years ago?”

“I quit because I was dating someone in a band who had in image to uphold for millions of thirteen-year-old girls in 2011, you hypocrite”, she deadpanned, but he still didn’t look like he planned on surrendering any. “Give me a fucking cigarette!” She whisper-shouted.

Lou looked he had been shaken out of trance as he handed one over to her and lit it for her. “Well at least I can count on you not to lecture me about the hazard”, he told her, taking a drag off his own.

El almost laughed as she exhaled, “I’m pretty sure the fact that Jay hated smoking is enough of a lecture by itself.”

“You’d think. I’ve been awful about it though. I can go through a pack in two hours easily,” he informed her. It was true. His nerves never seemed to calm down and for some reason the routine dispense of nicotine into his system felt at least somewhat relaxing.

“Well, we all have our vices,” she knew it wasn’t worth lecturing him about anyway. He was going to do it either way until he worked through Jay being gone. They were silent for a few minutes as they smoked, until she stomped hers out on the ledge, too cold to continue. “You almost done, it’s bloody freezing out here?”

Louis saw her shivering and threw his in the ashtray. “It’s warmer upstairs, inside I mean,” he said as he offered his hand to her to walk back in. El glanced at him suspiciously before accepting it.

“What have you been doing down here, then?” She asked as he slid the door open.

“I…I couldn’t fall asleep alone. The girls are all piled in with each other, and if you hadn’t heard, things weren’t really working between Dani and I. She left two weeks ago,” Louis pat his leg to call Bruce over while El took her boots off. He had forgotten how much he cared about the dog.

“I heard,” she said quietly, looking for a subject change. “He remembers you. I can tell, he wouldn’t let Max near him for months, but he doesn’t even make a sound when you pet him”, she said watching the two interact, “are we going upstairs?” She gestured to the staircase down the hall as she hung up her coat above her boots.

He figured she was cold from being outside, and it wasn’t going to hurt anything for them to go up to his room, “I guess…as long as Bruce is quiet.” El nodded in reply and picked up her overgrown puppy. Lou shook his head at her, hinting at a smile. He crept down the hall and up the stairs with her in tow, until they got to his room. He shut the door and turned on a lamp.

El set Bruce down on the bed, while Lou cleared away random things from it. “What’s that?” She asked of an unopened gift bag sitting on the ground.

Lou looked to where she pointed, and his heart sank, “birthday gift from Mum. I read the letter, but I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Oh…well do it now then. While I’m here for moral support,” She knew it might be months before he got around to it if she didn’t push him. Lou gave her an annoying look but picked it up and sat down next to her.

He took out the tissue paper and removed the two items inside. The first one was an engraved picture frame with one of the last photos of him and Jay before she was hospitalized. It simply read ‘Love you always, Mum Xx’ in what was clearly her handwriting. He smiled at it before setting it down gently on his dresser and picking up the other gift. It was a flat silver circle with an inner an outer ring, hung from a ribbon. The inner circle had a teddy bear holding a gift etched into it, while the outer one read ‘Baby’s first Christmas 2016’. He blinked back tears as he showed it to El. “She has one of these for all seven of us. And everyone’s is different, even Daisy and Phoebe’s. They were some of her favorite ornaments, she always talked about getting one for Freddie.”, he said it solemnly, leaning against her shoulder without thinking.

El squeezed his hand gently and set the trinket down next to the photo. She went to kick the bag aside but noticed something white in the tissue paper and picked it up for Lou to see. It was a Polaroid of all things, from Jay’s wedding. “Is that us?” Eleanor asked, even though she knew it was her because she remembered taking the photo.

It was while everyone was still getting ready and somehow the bridesmaids had found themselves running around barefoot as they finished up. Sophia had come to help her fix her hair, and brought Liam with her, who had brought Niall, and before she knew it all of One Direction was in the house and her hair still hadn’t been fixed. Someone was taking Polaroids for fun and had gone to grab one of Louis and Liam after he first walked in. Joke was on that photographer, because Lou had called her over, which of course led to Liam calling Sophia over, and then Louis told Zayn and Perrie they may as well join, which led Niall and Harry to sarcastically complaining about not being included. Louis had told them it was a couples only photo, and they needed a date, which they responded to by waving over Daisy and Phoebe, also barefoot and dresses still untied, and putting the girls on their backs.

The end result had been a set of laughing twins on the backs of Harry and Niall with linked arms and ridiculous facial expressions on one end and Zayn and Perrie looking relatively normal on the other end. In between that mess was Louis holding El’s waist and kissing her on the cheek while she looked slightly to the side, bursting with laughter at Sophia who was standing on her tiptoes in her black dress, trying to be as tall as El in her bare feet while Liam had covered half his smile, trying to hide his laughter at Soph’s attempt to be taller.

Louis took the photo from her after studying it, wondering why his mum had included it. He turned it over where the back of it had written in sharpie, ‘Louis, never stop making people smile. :)’. He looked at El, “that is definitely us.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. The photo only stirred up more feelings, although not all of them were bad.

“Can I borrow a sweatshirt?” El asked out of the blue once the silence got to be too much. Her sweater felt tight and uncomfortable now.

“Yeah, I’ll grab you one”, he exhaled heavily as he set the photo down and pulled one of his drawers open, surrendering the warm fleece. “Did you want one of the guest rooms?” He turned to pet Bruce while she changed.

El pulled her sweater off and unclasped her bra, before discarding that as well. She pulled on his warm sweatshirt and scooted back, “I’m fine here.”

“You want to sleep in my room? As in….” Louis was confused.

El rolled her eyes, “I’ll sleep with you. Wait not like that, I didn’t mean-”

“I got it,” he cut her off, understanding her meaning. Bruce stayed curled up at the end of the bed as he went to lay beside her, taking the Polaroid with him to examine it further.

She put a hand on his arm out of habit, “You alright?”

Louis shook his head. “I know that was probably one of the happiest days of her life, but it’s definitely in me own top three. I got to walk down the aisle with you. And nobody was fighting, not the band or my siblings, or…us”, he tilted his head slightly.

“You really want to do this right now?” El turned on her own side to face him, leaning on her arm, “talk about us?”

“You say it like it’s such a bad thing”, his tone didn’t convey any particular emotion, besides the grief he was clearly carrying in general.

“Not bad, per say…. just doesn’t do anybody a lot of good. Reminiscing about a girl you used to be in love with,” Eleanor stated like it should be obvious.

Louis raised an eyebrow at her as if she had just told him something completely inconceivable, like the sky turning green. He took one of her hands and looked straight at her, “Eleanor, I didn’t used to be in love with you… I still am.”

El blinked back a tear and looked at their hands instead of back at him, “You promised… no more lies.” She didn’t ever want to risk having her heart shattered again.

Louis wasn’t holding back his tears as they slid down his cheeks. “I’m not lying. You’re my girl, Eleanor,” El tried to look anywhere but at his eyes. “I know I fucked up, and got really lost the last two years, in too many ways to count, but I promise I’m not lying about this,” he pleaded with her.

El let the tears fall down her face. “Why did you call me?” She asked through her tears, swallowing thickly. She stared at their fingers, still laced together between them.

“Because”, Louis choked out, “because you’re my family. Nobody can ever be you, which means no one can ever understand losing her the way you would. You don’t treat me like some…broken, fragile thing. And because…maybe, I missed you.” He blinked hard and wiped at his eyes with his sweatshirt

“Maybe?” El finally met his eyes.

“No. Not Maybe. I did miss you. Shit, El. I missed you so much”, it was like a million emotions came flooding back in one second.

El wiped at her own tears. She crept closer to him, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She lost herself in the ocean of his eyes.

“I missed you too,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure why she admitted to that so freely, but she knew with every part of her that it was true.

Louis didn’t stop to wonder if her reply was genuine or second guess her, at least not with words. He just gave her a half smile and squeezed her hand gently, “Yeah?”

El nodded and pushed her palm against his so he fell on his back and pressed her lips to his. Her thought process was completely gone at this point. She had meant to be gentle and quick, but before she knew it, his other hand was tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she found the familiar taste of cigarettes and some expensive whiskey he must have been drinking earlier and him. She surrendered all her oxygen to it, kissing him as they both cried silent tears.

Lou wanted her back the second she pulled away to breathe, but he decided he could definitely settle for her body pressed to his as she curled around him and rested her head on his chest. He swallowed and found his tears finally subsiding as he wrapped his arm around her. “I can’t lose you too, not again.”

El didn’t look at him to argue or try to declare her love enough to convince him she wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t have the energy or the motivation to do any of that. She simply snuggled closer to him and ran her thumb over his where they knotted together. “You won’t,” she stated simply, glancing at the clock reading eleven fifty. “Merry Christmas,” she said sleepily. And then her eyelids were getting heavy as she wrapped her body around his and shifted most of her upper bodyweight onto him.

He yawned under the comforting pressure of her head tucked beneath his chin and her chest against his abs, one arm wrapped lazily around him. Eleanor drifted off with her nose tucked to his shoulder. Louis’ breathing finally became slow and even as he listened to her breathe and smelled the same perfume that had been a constant for almost four years of his life. Bruce came and laid beside them. This was the furthest thing from happily ever after as their tear stained faces dried, but there was no denying it was love. It didn’t matter how many mansions he bought, or how hard he tried to escape his feelings for her, she was his home.

“Merry Christmas, Eleanor, I love you,” he whispered in the darkness before sleep finally found him.

A/N: Please like and comment! Title from “First Time” by Ellie Goulding and Kygo

#elounor #elounorfic #elounor fanfiction #eleanor and louis #eleanor calder #louis tomlinson #christmas fic #oneshot #im sorry

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