#girl every time i tried to reconnect with you you only give me quick replies and then never answer dont come back bc nostalgia fuck off

[thecherrygod]

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[atinydise]

Ateez arguing with their s/o in a middle of a make out session (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff & Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K.

❦ Requested: Heck yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took again an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

Jongho called the leader once again, even waved in front of his face but still nothing. "Is he ignoring me?" He asked San. His friends shrugged. "He's lost in his thoughts. And he's probably really far away from here." "HYUNG!" Yelled Jongho in the leader's ear. His brain finally reconnected to the reality. "The hell-" "It's been 2 minutes since I'm trying to get your attention." Said Jongho, a bit pissed. "What's going on?" He grabbed his phone, hoping to see any notification. "We need to go back practicing." "Ah.... then I'll join in 2 minutes. I need to call someone." He said, leaving the room. "What on the earth is going on with him?" Whispered San. "No idea." Replied the maknae. Hongjoong went to the restroom, the most far away from the practice room, just to be sure that nobody will bother him. "Okay, please babe pick up." He begged quietly plugging his Air Pods on. [“Hello, it’s the girl who always chosen after her boyfriend’s career. What can I do for you?”] At least you didn’t lose your humor sense.

[“Babe I’m sorry.”] Apologized Hongjoong. [“You are sorry for what exactly?”] [“For ruining the intimate moment, we were about to share.”] [“And?”] Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Good thing for him you weren’t able to see it. [“And to always let my career pass before you.”] [“And?”] You repeated. Your boyfriend was confused for a second. He ignored for what he needed to apologize. [“And... and...”] he stuttered. [“I don’t know.”] He heard a long and heavy growl coming from your side. [“Well. I guess it’s already more than fine.”] You claimed. [“What do you wanted me to say?”] He asked curiously. [“I don’t know... maybe something like ‘to apologize, I’m coming right now and for sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk’.”] You said, imitating his voice. [“Are you on your period?”] Asked Hongjoong. He knew you so well that he immediately understands when you dirty talked to him, without even a simple stutter. You let a quick silence settle before finally say: [“Yeah.”] [“Then let’s wait a little bit longer then.”] He sneered. [“Coward.”] You replied. [“Love you too.”] [“Me too.”] [“So, we are good?”] He asked. [“Give me at least a hug and we will be good.”] You replied. [“See you tonight then.”] He smiled.

SEONGHWA

[“Hello! You are on Y/N’s voicemail I’m not av-”] Seonghwa growled and let his phone fall on the couch. “She’s not answering I guess.” Claimed Mingi. “No.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “She’s ghosting me since... 2 days now.” “Did you try to meet her at school?” “Yeah. I’ve waited 3 hours there. To finally remember that she’s on spring break.” “And at her apartment?” Asked Mingi. “Of course, Sherlock. But nothing.” Sighed Seonghwa. “It’s like she disappeared.” Mingi raised a brow. “She’s probably doing her own life.” The eldest member was suddenly hit by the reality. “Mingi you are a genius!” “Yeah, I know but why?” “We are Thursday!” Claimed Seonghwa, putting his shoes on. “Yeah and?” “Y/N is doing her laundry every Thursday evening! She might be there.” Seonghwa left the dorm so quickly that Mingi was still processing what just happened. “The beck is wrong with him...” Your boyfriend ran to the laundry shop which you are used to go. He prayed the whole way, that you would be sitting there, reading a book or watching a ton of TikTok while your clothes were washing. His heart missed a beat when he spotted you there. As fast as possible, he opened the door. “Babe!” “Hwa?” You raised a brow. “You came here to tell me how to wash my stuff?” Seonghwa ignored your question and turned around. He saw a cute grandma tidying her clothes. “Excuse me ma’am. But I will need you to leave quickly because I’m about to take my girlfriend, right here and right now.” “Seonghwa!” You yelled, outrageously. “Oh, it’s okay darling. I was young too.” Giggled the old lady. You grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and guided him outside. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, mad. “I want to apologize!” “Do you think it’s the right way to do it?” “I want to prove you that nothing can bother me to have sex with you now. Not a stain and not even an old grandma.” “And the CCTV?” You pointed at the camera fixed where you were standing 2 minutes ago. “I don’t mind having public.” He smirked. “You are unbelievable.” You sneered. “Does it mean you are forgiving me?” “Maybe.” You replied cockily while entering back inside. “Grr. I love when you play hard-to-get.” “What the hell happened to you Park Seonghwa.” You laughed happily.

YUNHO

Yunho was tormented. It was 3AM and he didn’t close his eyes for a second. He was staring at the white ceiling, trying to know how to resolve this situation. You didn’t talk to him after the little incident. Yunho understood why you were mad. He didn’t tell you the truth and the real reason behind his shyness. He glanced at you. The sheet was barely covering your back. He was about to put it right, but the little voice in his head claimed that it was a bad idea. So, he stared at the big spec between both of you. For sure, you could put a third person in the middle. Yunho sighed. What could you to be less mad? The reason of why he decided to stop earlier was because of the stress, not because you weren’t attractive enough. It was the opposite actually. He truly believes that you will think that is too dumb. Just because he’s scared of doing something wrong. Or worse hurting you. But more he was thinking, more it started to be overwhelming for him. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Hm?” You muttered sleepily. “Y/N.” “What? It’s 3AM.” You grunted, still not facing him. “I’m sorry for what happened this evening. I was terrified. I don’t want to do anything wrong with you.” He continued. “I really find you attractive. Even too much sometimes but... I want to have sex with you of course.” You couldn’t help but to smile secretly. His words were well chosen. All the insecurities you had earlier were vanished. Yunho stayed quiet for few seconds, waiting for you to say something, but instead you handed your hand, still facing the wall. He understood that it was an invitation to cuddle. “So, we are good now?” He asked, positioning behind you. “Yeah.” You replied, rubbing his hand which was resting on your stomach. “Cool.” He whispered, finally relaxing. “Thank you for telling me.” You said. “So... do you want to try it right now?” He shyly asked. “I’m tired Yunho.” You declined. “Sure. Okay. No problem.” He replied. “But can we change our position because you are waking up the ‘beast’?” You laughed when you felt his boner pocking on your butt. “Told you... you were too much attractive sometimes.” He giggled, blushing a bit.

YEOSANG

A new notification. But not coming from you. Yeosang was waiting for you to send a message like you usually do in the morning. But the next day after your little and stupid argument, you were remaining silent. “She should have sent a message already. It’s 10AM.” Said Yeosang, frustrated. “Just let her breath.” Sighed Jongho, playing PlayStation on the upper bed. “I didn’t send a text to her yet. She should be the one apologizing.” “Why?” “We are 2 making love. So? She can buy condoms for me too!” “You right.” Started Jongho. “But you should always have a pack or at least one, on you.” “On which side are you?” Growled Yeosang. “None. Your intimacy isn’t my business. But I just admitted that both of you are wrong.” Declared the maknae. “Since when are you so mature?” Sighed his friend. “I need someone who can tell that I’m right.” Jongho stayed quiet. He would never say something like this when knew he was 100% right. “And she would never buy one because she would be ashamed of it.” Added Yeosang. “The cashier doesn’t care. You are not the only one in the earth to buy one.” Replied Jongho. “We are going to see if you have the same speech when you’ll buy for yourself.” “I do already.” “W-wait what?” Just when Yeosang was getting curious, you entered the room like a storm. “Kang Yeosang!” You threw the plastic bag on him. “What th- ouch!” “Jongho, I will ask you to leave the room for an hour. Or 2.” You removed your jacket. Yeosang opened the bag and threw everything on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw a dozen condoms’ pack. “The hell Y/N-” “I bought exactly 12 packs to show that you don’t need to be ashamed about it and that no one cares.” Jongho exited the room completely flustered, but with a bigger esteem for you. “Okay now remove your pants.” You ordered, pulling out your hoodie. “Like? Right now? Not even a make out-” “It’s been 10 hours that I’m waiting.” “O-Okay.” Yeosang was a bit taken a back, but it was fast forgotten when you unclasped your bra.

SAN

You rolled on your bed once again. You were so frustrated and mad at San. The vein on your forehead couldn't stop popping out every time you remembered him picking up his phone. Angrily, you covered your entire face with a pillow. Desperately, you tried to erase of these thoughts. Just when you were finally finding some peace, the fire alarm resonated in your apartment. You jumped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Instead of seeing a big fire, you saw San opening the window as wide as he could. "What is going on?!" You claimed, grabbing a chair. San was panicked as you, or even more. He was trying to push the smoke out of the room while wondering what you were doing. On your tippytoe, you pushed the button to stop this annoying and loud noise. "Thanks God." Sighed San, relieved. "The heck you are trying to do. Burn my apartment?" You turned off the stove. "I wanted to prepare a royal breakfast for you." He pouted, disappointed that his surprise failed. You looked around you, now that the smoke was slowly disappearing, you could see the entire mess in the kitchen. Flour was spread on every parcel of the counter, one or two eggs were smashed on the floor, milk was spilled on cupboard and an incredible number of dishes were stacked in the sink. "Yeah, that's the first time I make pancakes by myself." He scratched his head. "Choi San..." "I want to apologize for yesterday! But I wanted to do it right!" "Oh nice. So, you said 'to apologize to Y/N because I've completely ghosted her to talk with my teammate that I can see every day, I'll burn her apartment'?" "Babe! I'm really sorry." He apologized once again. "I will do everything you want for a week." "Everything?" You raised a brow, curious. "Yeah." "Okay, then start by cleaning your mess." You pointed at the counter. "After that let's clean the entire apartment." "Sure." He nodded. "After that... we will eat at our favorite restaurant. And you are going to pay." "Wow. Sex must be really important for you." Declared San, when the list didn't stop. "Never stop a horny woman." You warned him.

MINGI

["I'm parked in front of your building. Let's talk really quick."] You read this text message at least 10 times to be sure you understood well. It's been 2 days since the practice room accident. You only exchanged few messages but nothing more. You didn't mind giving him a proper answer. You just put your hoodie back on, and of course by "your" it means "his", and left the dorm, without warning your roommates. But honestly, by the way you went out, dressed like this, they could only assume that you were about to meet Mingi. Just when you got out of the building, you spotted your boyfriend's car, as he said, right in front of the door. You hesitated a second, but finally hoped in. "You should have wear something warmer. It's cold outside." He said instantly, when he saw your bare legs. "Good evening to you too Mingi." You greeted him sarcastically. "Do you drove here, just to scold me about my outfit?" "No, of course no." He whispered, looking right at the street in front of him. Since, a big and awkward silence settled. None of you wanted to say something, too afraid to tell something risky and lead one of you to be mad. It felt like walking on a really straight and thin line. You played nervously with the hem of the hoodie, which was barely covering your legs, you noticed. That's probably why he scolded you. For your own good. As always. "I'm sorry." You both apologized at the same time. You glanced at each other, surprised and giggled cutely. "I'm sorry." Insisted Mingi, grabbing your hand. "Me too." You smiled to him. "Sorry for almost crushing you with my weight." He added. "You did." "And sorry for almost make you bald." "You did it too." Mingi pinched your leg gently, happy to see that you were still bratty sometimes. "Ooookay! I'm kidding! I'm sorry for what I've said too. That's wasn't really nice." "Yeah, it wasn't." "Song Mingi-" "Soo..." you didn't have enough time to say anything that he started the car. "Where are we going?" You asked enthusiastically, putting your seatbelt. "Just want to bring you somewhere. So, we can talk about these 2 terrible days." "Oh, I thought you wanted to go in a Love Hotel." You joked. "That's the plan too." "I-"

WOOYOUNG

2 weeks since your argument but 4 weeks since you shared an intimate moment. You needed to admit that even a flick on your forehead would turn you on. You were so needy. But no way Wooyoung could know it. You tried your best to stay far away from him when sleeping, so you wouldn't end by griding your butt on him, desperately. Usually, Wooyoung was really touchy, and he would initiate a make out session the first one, but surprisingly, he only exchanged a peck or a hug from time to time. You spotted him covering his manhood, with a blanket sometimes. He would always pretext that he is cold. But you are not dumb. He takes shower way much longer than usual tooo. On his side, Wooyoung was really struggling to not give up the first one. He was barely looking at you. He knew that with only one shorty or croc-top, it was over for him. In conclusion, you were 2 idiots trying to suppress their arousal for each other, just because of an argument. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Offered Wooyoung. "Sure, and I know how much you like movies." You smirked. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and ignored your comment. Instead of insisting on the subject again, he played the first movie that appeared. It was a really nice and chill one until the main actress discovered the wild side of college. It started by a scene and then other one. Followed by 3 more. Inside Wooyoung was hoping that you wouldn't notice the form on his sweatpants. "What a movie huh." He laughed nervously. "Yeah." You nodded. "They are really getting it huh." "They are really liking these scenes." "They are really well made." He replied dumbly. "Maybe that's what they want." "Of course, everyone wants that." "Yeah. Everyone." You repeated. "Everyone." "You exchanged a quick glance. Wooyoung was finally the first one to give up. "Do you-" "Heck yes!" You replied. "You should have told me!" "No, I was too mad at you!" "Do you really want to argue again? Right now?" He asked. "No." "Okay then go because I'm going to explode!"

JONGHO

"I still don't understand how you ended here, right in front of my college." You raised a brow at Seonghwa and Yeosang. "We were just having a cool walk and unconsciously ended here." Replied Seonghwa, the most natural possible. "The campus is 30 minutes away from KQ Quarter. And 30 minutes with a car." "We had a pretty long walk, okay?" Replied Yeosang, nervously and almost aggressively. "Okay okay... relax dude." You rolled your eyes. "You should come with us a bit." Started Seonghwa. "There's a park next to the campus. Let's talk there few minutes." Added Yeosang. "You guys... are acting really strangely." You claimed. Without asking your authorization, they each picked your arm and brought you to the park. You could fight or ask them to leave you alone, they wouldn't. Seonghwa almost needed oo ask people to not all the police. "What the heck guys? I really need to study and-" You stopped right when you saw your boyfriend sitting peacefully in front of you. A big blanket and a bunch of food were cautiously set on the grass. "Hi babe." Smiled Jongho. "What is this?" You asked. "You prepared all of this?" "Yeah." He scratched his head. "I hope you like it." "And we helped." Whispered Yeosang. "Are you doing this because you said your coach's name when we were making out." "You what?" Almost chocked Yeosang. "Eeew, this is disgusting!" Added Seonghwa. "It was an accident!" He rolled his eyes. "An accident." You crossed your arms on your chest. "I'm really sorry baby. I swear it was only because I've worked with her few hours ago." Explained Jongho. "Anyway, it's not like she's sexy. She's 60 years old and so strict and rude." Said Seonghwa. "She is sexy." Said Yeosang. All of you stared at him. "I'm joking. Relax." He sighed. "Y'all ready need to chill sometimes..." "So do you want to spend an afternoon with me?" Asked the maknae. "Of course." You accepted happily. "Cool! Then sit here." He pointed at the comfy place settled between pillows. "Thank you, Mark." "Mark?" "I'm kidding!" You giggled. "1 point for me now." "Unbelievable." Smiled Jongho.

[footballxposts]

The Rest Of Our Lives - Mason Mount Series 🦋 (Chapter Three) Departure

Warnings: none but next chapter is smutty ;)

Recommended Listening: Forever by Labrinth (Slowed).

Taglist: @storyofavengers

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After releasing me from the hug I was immersed in, I quickly went to the bathroom whilst Mason waited patiently for me outside in the hallway. Once I had finished and came back out to meet him, the little smirk on his face made my heart so full. Maybe he really did miss me like he had said, but if so why didn’t he get in contact sooner? I guess he was afraid of the rejection but I really did wish he had still tried. At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. Of course I was still hurt by him, but I did want to give him his chance to explain everything, even if it meant we wouldn’t rekindle the friendship like it once was, and we would still go our separate ways again.

“You alright?,” he asked in a soft tone.

“Yeah..” I gave him a small smile before he nodded and took my hand leading me back upstairs to the nightclub’s centre-point. It was only at the top of the stairs that we were caught in our tracks by a stunning blonde-haired girl who had recognised my old best friend.

“Mase gorgeous, how are you? I haven’t heard from you or seen you in a while. I thought you might have fell of the face of the earth or something.” she piped up. His reaction was like a deer caught in headlights. Who the hell was this? I knew it wasn’t his girlfriend but she seemed to be someone who was at one stage more than just a friend like I was.

“Uh, hi Olivia, yeah..” he began to speak back to her. “I um, I’ve just been busy sorry, I’m good how are you?” he continued unconfidently, itching to get away from this current conversation.

“Too busy, huh?.” She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. I was standing there so awkwardly, not knowing what to do or where to look. She didn’t pay attention to me once, her eyes fixated on the brown-haired man beside me. “And here’s me thinking Mason Mount would never be too busy to reply or spend some time with me..” she gasped jokingly, but I knew she was being serious and I really didn’t like the vibe I was getting off her. My heart began shattering again out of jealousy. It’s amazing how you can go without seeing someone for years and even though they broke you, in an instant all the feelings and memories come rushing back. And that’s exactly what happened when I saw Mason on the street earlier this night. Even though it was /my/hand he was still holding, I still felt threatened.

“Awh no.. I mean.. I don’t know. I’m sorry as I said I’ve just been really busy,” was all he could come up with as a response, his palm becoming sweaty interlaced with my own. You know when you can feel your heart beating in another part of your body? I could feel his through his hand in my grasp.

“Hmm okay.” She said with barely any emotion behind it. “So who’s this little one then? Your new girl?” Her attention was now focused on me, now frozen with a tightness in my chest. I should have spoken up. I wanted to. But I was unable to. Thankfully, Mason covered for me.

“Uh, no she’s just a.. a friend..” he trailed off, so unsure of his answer and looking across at me, his eyes soliciting for an answer. Realistically, we were former friends. But within time, we both hoped we could drop the former. Slowly nodding as reassurance, I turned back to look at the the tall woman standing in front of me.

“Just friends?” her eyes widened with a smug look, pointing towards our intertwined fingers. I went to let go of Mason’s hand but his grip tightened, letting me know it was okay and he had the situation under control.

“Yeah this is my childhood best friend Sophie. I uh- I ran into her down outside the bathrooms and she wasn’t feeling the best so I said I’d bring her back upstairs and take her home. I just wanted to keep her close in case she fainted or anything.” he announced. Her eyes were now practically staring into my soul, but buying it, she just replied with an ‘oh’ and I signalled in agreement once again.

“Well, that was nice of you.” She smiled pompously. “Anyhoo, you have my number. Don’t be stranger.”

“Right.” Mason gulped and she winked walking away. Once gone, he turned to look at me again, apologising with his eyes. I bit my lip and shook my head to let him know that it was alright and that we didn’t have to talk about it. To be honest, I did want to talk about it. I wanted to know who she was. Was he sleeping with her? And if so was it going to progress any further? So many questions filled my mind but I tried to forget about them, telling myself that it was none of my business and it was before we had reconnected to night anyways.

Making our way over to Hollie, the look of disappointment across of her face said more than words ever could. She was relieved to see that I hadn’t gone missing, but she wasn’t too impressed that on my return I had brought back Mason with me. Giving me a moment to talk to her, Mason stepped away, resting his arm on the bar counter and facing the dance floor.

“What’s going on, are you okay? I went looking for you but I seen you talking to him from the top of the stairs and I didn’t want to interrupt.” She whispered sympathetically.

“Yeah I’m fine, thank you Hol. And I’m sorry I left you for so long.” I replied.

“No no, don’t be sorry. I was more than alright up here, I was talking to that bartender for ages anyways. I’m sorry Soph, I didn’t realise he would be here too. Is everything okay between you both?”

I wanted to say yes. But was everything okay between us both? I mean for now it was. I was giving him his opportunity to talk to me, but I hadn’t heard his side of the story yet nor had I forgiven him. Trying to find the right words to respond with, I took a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault Hollie, I was the one who said I wanted to come here in the first place. And I guess for now yeah. I’m giving him a chance to clear up everything and get some clarity on the whole thing. It doesn’t mean we’re going to go back to being how we were before but at least if we can be on civil terms.. I don’t know that’s got to be worth something right?” I asked, in hope of encouragement.

Hollie was the best friend a girl could ask for. She was more like a big sister despite me being older; a little dumb and clumsy at times, but no matter how many bad and possibly avoidable situations she put herself in, she would always make sure I didn’t do the same. She only wanted the best for me, as did I for her, so she basically made herself the crash test dummy and tried to advise me as much as possible. And she always made me laugh and smile without fail, after every heart break, every failure, basically anything terrible circumstance you can think of. She was always there.

“Well that’s your choice and I think it’s fair enough.” She gave me a fragile smile. “Just be smart and don’t let him hurt you again Soph. I seen how much pain and anguish you were in tonight and I never want to see you like that again. It’s alright that you want some light shed and some closure on the situation, but don’t let him blindside you and destroy your heart again, okay?” she raised her brows, placing both hands either side of my shoulders to make sure I was listening. Nodding to let her know I understood, she gave me a full warm smile back.

“Okay, so I think I’m going back to Dylan’s house once he’s finished his shift”. She added, referring to the bartender who was now waving at us. “But I don’t know what your plans are so I don’t have to if you don’t want me to and you need me.”

“No no, you go. I’ll find out what Mase and I are doing and once I’m back home and safe I’ll give you a text and let you know. If I need you at any stage I’ll call you.” I said before giving her a hug and getting ready to leave.

“Okay, I’ll do the same!” She mumbled, and with that I rejoined Mason who had finished informing his teammates and friends what was happening. Putting an arm around my waist, we had left the nightclub once again with crisp and fresh night air.

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Quick A/N: AHH I’m so excited for the next chapter you guys are gonna love it I hope! Also, the reason I put listening recommendations is to help you all imagine what I’m visualising when I right my stories and ideas! Music basically helps me set the scene. When you’re listening to the song attached to this post, I want y’all to try visualise yourself walking in slow-mo through a crowded nightclub holding hands with THE Mason Mount. Everyone looking at you both leaving, but he’s looking back every so often just to make sure you’re okay. Just imagine. That’s all :)

[elizabeth-mitchells]

five times Deena and Sam met in secret (and one time they didn’t) - Chapter 4

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, High School, Cheerleaders, Band, Teenagers, Teen Romance, First Meetings, First Love, First Kiss, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Happy Ending, Light Angst

Secrets.

Deena and Sam met by accident. They fell in love in secret.

But how long can they last together like that?

Chapter 4 - secret fears

“So this is Samantha Fraser’s room,” Deena said, slowly walking into her girlfriend’s room.

“Ugh, don’t call me that,” Sam scrunched up her face adorably in distaste as sat down on the edge of her bed.

Deena gave her a small smirk and said, “Sam fits you better.” For a moment, she placed her hand on Sam's cheek and looked deep into precious blue eyes. Then she moved on, distracted by every little thing she was seeing.

Sam, on the other hand, couldn’t so easily move on from the feeling of having Deena stare into her eyes like that. She felt a little breathless. Because Deena’s eyes were full of love, understanding, and honesty. That little sentence “Sam fits you better,” wasn’t just a little joke. It was the full weight of Sam’s entire existence in this world. Deena and her friends were the first ones to call her Sam instead of Samantha. Back then, when she came home after hanging out with them and her mother’s yells were addressed to Samantha, something had inevitably changed. Something inside Sam had been broken down in two. Sam and Samantha. Unacceptable feelings and suffocating expectations. Another Shadyside outcast and anything but that. Holding on to two parts of herself was difficult, and every day it became a little more painful. Especially considering she refused to let go completely of each of those sharp-edged pieces of herself. Letting go of Samantha would be giving up on her own mother and the concept of a different and brighter future for herself. But she couldn’t put down Sam’s reality either, not only because that would mean losing Deena and her friends, but because it was the most real part of her, as scary as that was. So, all she could do was wrap her arms around herself and hold tightly in hopes the secrets and lies wouldn’t come bursting out of her, and try not to think too hard about how much longer she could keep up that balancing act of Sam and Samantha.

In the meantime, her mother would be out of the house the entire day, and it was the first time she could bring her girlfriend home. Even if Deena’s own bedroom was starting to feel much more like home than her own house anyway.

“It’s very you,” Deena was saying, staring at the walls, the shelves, the essence of Sam on every surface.

“Can’t let my mom control everything,” Sam shrugged, putting on a smile.

“Shouldn’t let her control anything.”

Deena’s comment had been accompanied by a small frown, but she was distracted still, she wasn’t starting a fight, she was leaving that ball on Sam’s court. And Sam decided to lower her head and stay silent this time. That had been an ongoing argument for a short while already. Deena seemed completely against even trying to understand why Sam would want to be civil with her own mother. Why Sam tried so hard to find a middle ground, a little peace in trying to satisfy her mother even at the expense of some of her own happiness. Much like Deena would immediately snap if Sam so much as suggested that she should stop cleaning up after her alcoholic father. It was strange, Sam thought, fighting with Deena. Their situations weren’t so different. They understood each other. It just appeared that they weren’t ready to fight against or fight for the same things at the same time. They weren’t each other’s enemies by far. They had plenty of threats around them already. But, while still being kept a secret, who could they end up fighting but each other?

Either way, at the moment, Sam decided to shake herself out of her continuously darkening thoughts, which Sam greatly preferred to ignore and instead focus on Deena’s own tendency for pessimism. Instead, she chose to focus on the experience at hand. How vulnerable but happy it made her to see her girlfriend’s delight and curiosity upon being in Sam’s personal space as never before.

“The Pixies,” Deena pointed at one of the posters on Sam’s wall. “Nice,” she was smiling brightly, looking closely at the details on the walls, “and I have this same one.” She continued looking at the posters, flinching a little from at least five classic horror movie posters. She turned toward her girlfriend with a playful grin. “Tell me, the other cheerleaders know you’re a horror movie nerd?”

“Hey!” Sam chuckled.

Deena playfully gasped. She kneeled down to take a closer look at some of the books on the shelf. As colorful as they seemed to be, Deena recognized them as horror books too. “Babe, even your books are creepy!”

“Okay, enough snooping around!” Sam laughed. “Come here.” She extended her arms and Deena quickly approached her, taking her hands and holding on, letting their joined hands hang in between them while Sam continued seated on her bed and Deena stood in front of her.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Deena tilted her head. She looked earnestly grateful.

Sam gave a small shrug. “I wish I could’ve done it sooner.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Deena replied and softly pushed a strand of hair behind Sam’s ear.

“I wish…” Sam started to say, looking up at Deena. In a brief pause, she looked down and reached out to hook her fingers on the front belt loops of Deena’s jeans, lightly pulling her closer. “I wish I could keep you here forever,” she sighed. Deena was now standing between her legs, looking down at her with an amused smile and affectionate eyes. Sam was still holding on to her belt loops. “Everything feels better with you here,” she confessed, her heart on her throat as she stared into her girlfriend’s eyes, “I feel better… with you here…”

Deena sighed too. Sam’s words were wreaking havoc on her heart, but she continued to try to hold her composure. She softly ran her hand over Sam’s arms, reaching her shoulders, her neck. Her thumbs softly stroking the delicate skin of Sam’s jaw. “I’m here,” Deena told her in a whisper, “I’m all yours, Sam.”

In response, Sam’s eyes couldn’t have looked more in love if she’d tried. “Kiss me,” she breathed out.

“Gladly,” Deena replied, smiling for a moment before finally closing the gap separating them and getting lost in the kiss.

Sam gave another tug to Deena’s belt loops, earning a quick laugh pressed to her lips, and getting her as close as possible, so Deena’s was standing between her legs. Then her hands settled comfortably on her girlfriend’s waist. Deena’s hands were just a little more adventurous, descending from Sam’s jaw to trace her collarbone and finally resting a little lower, distinctly aware of the heartbeat wildly beating underneath her palm. Then, she followed the neckline of Sam’s blouse, reaching the first button, toying with it between her fingers, pulling at it just a little.

“Can I?” Deena breathed against Sam’s lips

“Yeah," Sam nodded quickly, before reconnecting their lips.

It might have been Sam’s shirt, the one being unbuttoned, but it was Deena who was starting to tremble. Her attention was being split between Sam’s lips, the buttons of the blouse, and Sam’s hands sneaking under her sweater, thumbs rubbing teasing circles on her bare skin. Although it felt like centuries had been leading to this moment, when Deena ran out of buttons on Sam’s shirt, she felt like the moment came too soon. She pulled back slowly from the kiss, and nearly gasped at the sight in front of her. Her hands froze and her lips parted as she studied the expanse of skin revealed to her.

“Sam…” Deena sighed, when Sam finished taking off her shirt.

Then, Sam’s hands didn’t return to their place under Deena’s sweater. Instead, she tugged on the hem of it. “Take it off,” she asked her girlfriend in a breathy whisper. She attempted a teasing smile, but it was obvious in her eyes she was as deeply affected by this development as the other girl.

Deena didn’t need to be asked twice. In a not-so-effortless but definitely quick movement, she took off the colorful garment. Any thoughts Sam might have had about teasing her girlfriend for her reaction after seeing her without a shirt on for the first time flew out the window. Because now Sam had Deena standing there between her legs, only her bra on, and looking down at her with the most passionate pair of eyes in the world. Sam’s head went blank and the only thing she thought of saying was, “I love that sweater.”

In response, Deena chuckled fondly. “Should I keep it on?”

“No,” Sam quickly shook her head. But she was smiling again, and soon enough the two of them were laughing.

They could hardly hold off their smiles long enough to kiss. Especially when Deena joined Sam on the bed and they started the ungraceful process of scooting up in bed. It was a collection of all the imperfect details necessary to make up a perfect moment. A moment that they wouldn’t change for the world. There were messy kisses, knees knocking against each other, hair falling on their faces, fits of laughter pressed against one another’s necks. Buttons on both their pants coming undone, breathy gasps of delighted surprise, sweetly inexperienced hands trying their best and succeeding. 

They weren’t ready to move a single inch away from each other. Not after the precious discoveries they’d just made. In fact, they only wanted more. Sam was mostly on top of Deena, kissing her neck, saying with lips and teeth things she wouldn't dare say out loud. Deena’s hand was traveling Sam’s back, settling on the clasp of her bra, a question on the tip of the tongue… when they heard the front door of the house open.

“Goddammit,” Deena sighed gravely, letting her head fall back on the pillows, knowing their moment was over.

“What the hell?” Sam whispered, scrambling off the bed at a quick speed. “She isn’t supposed to come home yet!”

“Fuck,” Deena groaned, “Now what?”

There was a moment of complete silence. Sam was standing still as a statue, the wheels turning furiously inside her mind, faintly hearing her mother move downstairs. Finally, she looked at her girlfriend and said, “You have to hide.”

“Sam, come on,” Deena protested. She wanted to think Sam was kidding, but the blonde looked dead serious.

“Deena, please,” Sam begged. At that point, her voice was starting to shake. Deena felt frozen in place, because she was looking at her favorite pair of blue eyes and the absolute terror in them was heartbreaking. But, soon enough, Sam was grabbing her arms and urging her off the bed, continuing to plead, “Please, please, hide in the closet.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Deena asked her with a bitter chuckle. She had trouble focusing on one single emotion, because this situation was tragically funny, because part of her was growing outraged at being shoved away like a dirty secret, and because her heart couldn’t help but ache for the girl she was falling for, the girl fumbling to put on her shirt and shaking with fear. Deena scoffed, “Let me help you,” she whispered, and despite her anger, she gently helped Sam recover her composure to look as innocent as possible.

“Thanks,” Sam breathed out in relief, but she still appeared beyond terrified. “I’ll figure something out, Deena, I promise. But… I can’t… not like this, not right now…”

“Not ever?” Deena snapped back at her, but complied as Sam gently pushed her inside her closet.

“Deena!” Sam whispered-yelled, but before she continued they heard a voice call out from the stairs.

“Samantha? Are you home?”

Before replying, Sam took a deep breath, and Deena could’ve sworn she turned into a completely different person. “Yes, mom. I’ll be down in a minute!” Sam- Samantha said.

“Sam?” Deena took a step back, deeper into her hiding place, away from her own girlfriend.

“Deena, please,” Sam pleaded one last time. After another deep breath, her eyes softened. The fear dimmed from the blue of her eyes, but the sadness persisted. She was trying so hard not to let any of it show. “I’ll make it up to you… okay?”

“Yeah…”

Deena didn’t sound particularly convinced. The image was enough to make Sam’s heart speed up. She couldn’t ruin this, she couldn’t. But there was that voice, that Samantha voice in the back of her mind telling her that every time she was with Deena could be the last time. Impulsed by such an awful fear, Sam reached out to hold her girlfriend’s face in her hands and pulled her in for a kiss that she hoped could convey all the feelings she had for her.

After Sam walked away and the closet’s door was closed, Deena, unfortunately, had time to think. Having time to think, in that particular circumstance, is a terrible thing. Because she started thinking about the afternoon they just spent together, and how serious her feelings for Sam were. Sadly, it was too easy to end up thinking about how difficult their whole situation was becoming, how much it looked, from her perspective inside Sam’s closet, like it wasn’t working. But all things considered, this time, like always, Deena was reassured by the firm knowledge that both of them really wanted this to work, they were both willing to fight for it, right? They… loved each other. She nearly gasped out loud in her hiding place when the thought popped up in her mind. She loved Sam, she really did. And she felt Sam loved her just as much. That was enough, wasn’t it? It had to be.

The problem was that, unbeknownst to Deena, Sam’s mother had arrived home that day with a folder carrying divorce papers. Those documents would change her and Sam’s lives, would put it all upside down, would threaten their already fragile relationship.

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Smutty halloween Clyde request?? “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”/“I’m up for it if you are.”/“Why is arson always your first answer?” All these together make me think of something silly and fun? Hope you’re into them, if not no worries ☺️

I truly have no explanation to why this is being posted now when were technically in the Christmas month but enjoy nevertheless! I went to my first pumpkin patch to do a little research for this but I did have to google what one is like too. This is smutty but has a nice sprinkle of fluff here and there. 💖💖 (I also suck at titles)

Pairing: Clyde Logan x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Creampie and slight mention of a hand around throat but no chocking! There is also multiple mentions of a spider but it’s stuffed. Still not sure what I’m suppose to put here so let me know if I need to add anything!

Word count: 2.9k 

Stuffed Spiders and Smiles

You and Clyde had just spent a wonderful afternoon together, he had taken you to your first pumpkin patch. You had grabbed Clyde’s hand with excitement not knowing what you wanted to do first with him repeatedly having to tell you to slow down and that there was plenty of time to do everything. Eventually having decided to go to the haunted house, which was a lot of fun due to the variety of masked people that jumped out at you both. Clyde made sure to hold onto you just in case you got scared but secretly you knew it was because he wasn’t a fan of things like this but you humoured him by clinging to his arm to comfort him. You don’t know how you did it but you managed to convince Clyde to have a little pumpkin painted on his face to match yours, nodding when they asked if he wanted any glitter added to it. Finally, you got some hot apple cider to sip while you walked along the array of pumpkins, trying to decide which one or five you wanted to take home. You both had picked out big pumpkins, which you had enthusiastically told Clyde you could carve together with a huge grin on your face which made one break out on his face in return.

Before heading home, you asked Clyde if he didn’t mind coming to the store with you so you could pick up a few extra decorations for your house. “Can we go to the store before we go back to my place? I just need a couple more things for the house” Clyde didn’t even need to look at your face to know you were pouting at him, like he could say no to you anyway. “I’ll come in with ya but ya know ya don’t be needin’ no more stuff, the store will have nothin’ left ta sell ya” He sighed before turning to see you smiling at him, he knew he’d do anything to see that smile even if it meant facilitating your addiction to Halloween décor. You park up at the store and hurry to grab Clyde’s hand, lacing your fingers between his and dragging him in. Looking around at all the different items before settling to look at some string lights to hang outside, Clyde loves the way your eyes shine just like the lights you were looking at, he admired the way you looked at everything like you’d never seen it before even when he knew for a fact you would have been in here the other day and a millions other times before that. He was brought out of his thoughts when you decided to throw a stuffed spider at him, laughing as he scrambled to make out what it was and whether or not he wanted to catch it. “Christ (Y/N)!”. Holding the spider in his large paw. “If I found a spider this big in the trailer, hell anywhere, I’d burn the whole thing down!” Clyde huffed. “Why is arson always your first answer? I thought ya life of crime was over” you teased, lowering your voice to try and mimic his. Dodging quickly as he threw the spider right back at you, picking it up and putting it in your cart, Clyde giving you a look. “What? It’s kinda cute, it will go perfect with the others I have” You giggled as you walked away swaying your hips, continuing to look at a few more things before heading to pay. Clyde helps put the bags in his car before getting your door.

Once you got back to your place Clyde again helps bring the bags in, setting them down on the countertop while you searched through a couple to find your new spider. “I’m going to go and put this in my room, want to see how I’ve decorated it?” Flashing Clyde, a smile, the smile that made him weak at the knees. He follows you down the hall to your room, watching as you open the door. He was taken aback by the way you had decorated your room, you’d told him you were going to do it but he thought you may hang a few lights and put up some of those fake spider webs that he’d always walk into when Mellie would decorate the Duck Tape. Taking a quick mental note to ask if you wanted to help her decorate this year and every year after that. He resumes looking around taking in the candles that makes your room smell like spiced apples, the little Jack o’ lantern rug which sat next to your bed, the black bedspread which was littered with tiny ghosts which all had different silly expressions and he notices an orange pillow with spooky wrote in bold, black letters.

Clyde watches as you add your new plush spider to the pile of stuffed toys that lined your windowsill before lying back on your pillows, curling your index finger beckoning him over like a siren. He perched next to you on the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Ya look so beautiful Darlin, did ya have a good day?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. “Of course, Big Bear! Thank you for taking me out today” You replied, moving so Clyde could now lie back against your pillows as you straddle his hips. “Anythin’ fer ya” He said before bringing you down for a kiss, licking his bottom lip for access which he gladly grants while groaning as you start to slowly move your hips around grinding into his growing bulge. “Darlin, wait” Clyde breathed out, you quickly pull your mouth from his. “Everything okay?” You question, concern in your voice. “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.” Clyde’s eyes looking from yours to the windowsill full of toys before looking back to you, you lean forward pressing your face into his neck trying to stifle the giggle that still ends up slipping past your lips. Clyde huffs at your reaction his plump lips forming a pout but his breath hitches as you start to press gentle kisses up his neck and over his jaw, stopping next to his ear. “Maybe they could be our own little audience which I’m up for it if you are.” You whisper before carefully nipping his ear lobe, Clyde couldn’t help but buck his hips up slightly at your response. Pressing kisses along his jaw then reconnecting your lips with his, swiping your tongue along his plump bottom lip again asking for access which he grants. Moaning as he licks into your mouth, both of your tongues fighting for dominance before you give into him.

He reaches for the hem of your top only pulling his mouth from yours for a spilt second so he can pull it over your head before tossing it to a random spot in the room. Carding your fingers through his dark hair before slightly tugging close to the root causing Clyde to grunt into your mouth. Pecking his lips once more before pulling off them as his lips try to follow yours, smirking at his reaction. He sits up to give you better access to his shirt buttons which you begin undoing, desperate to get to what’s underneath, giggling as he tries to pepper your neck with kisses, throwing you slightly off balance.

Once his shirt and top have joined yours on the floor you gently push him back onto the bed while placing kisses over the wide expanse of his chest, feeling his ribs expand under your palms as you glide your warm tongue around his nipple before sucking the skin into your mouth, triggering Clyde to grab your waist with his flesh hand, hissing as you pull off him, the cold air hardening the pink bud further. “Sh-Shit Darlin, that feels so good” He moans, voice slightly strained as he watches you bite and suck the swollen nipple. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he involuntarily grinds his bulge against your clothed core, feeling how wet you were getting from his sounds. Moving your lips over to his other nipple to make sure it didn’t feel left out, wondering if you could make him cum from the stimulation but you’d bring that up to him another time. Once satisfied at how puffy and pinks his nipples are you slowly start to move down his body while making sure to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses in your wake, undoing his belt you suck tiny love bites around his stomach knowing the little red marks would eventually turn into bruises making you even wetter knowing you were marking your territory.

With Clyde’s help you pull off his jeans and socks leaving him perfectly bare in front of you, sitting back on your knees you took a minute to admire your tall mountain man. “You’re so handsome, Baby” You tell him, running your nails along his thick thighs, causing him to shudder and blush all the way up to the tips of his ears. “Thank ya, (Y/N). I love ya so much” He replies running his thumb lovingly along your cheek. “I love you too, Clyde” you reply wrapping your hand around his large cock feeling him twitch as you pump him a couple of times before lowering you mouth to his pink, swollen head, poking your tongue out to swipe up the precum that had gathered at the tip. His hand reaches out to hold the back of your head before letting go with an apology. “It’s okay, you can grab me. I’m a big girl, I can take it” You reassure him as you lower your mouth onto him, taking him inch by inch until you couldn’t fit anymore, using your tongue to caress the underside of his cock while your hand strokes what you couldn’t fit. Massaging his balls gently in the palm of your hand while continuing this pattern, looking up at him through your lashes until he couldn’t take anymore.

“St-stop! That’s a nough, I’ll be cumin’ down ya throat if ya carry on” Clyde exclaims as he reluctantly pulls your mouth off his cock with an audible pop, lifting you up to kiss him groaning into your mouth which you happily swallow down for him. “Was that okay, baby?” You ask innocently. “That was more than okay, Babygirl. Just want to be buried in this sweet pussy o’ yours when I cum” His reply making you clench your legs together before he flips you both over so you’re underneath his large frame. He hastily removes your yellow lace bra, your nipples instantly hardening in the cool air before Clyde dives straight in to warm them up, his wet tongue coating your left nipple in his saliva. Sucking and biting while he rolls the stiff peak of the right one between his thick fingertips. Swapping over to give the right one the same attention from his mouth. Writhing and moaning non-stop under his caresses, he pulls off once he is satisfied with how stiff they are.

He helps you pull off the rest of your clothes then letting your legs naturally drop open for your man to settle himself between, staring at your glistening slit. “I know I said those candy apples were sweet earlier but this pussy o’ yers will always be sweeter” Clyde said between planting kisses on your inner thighs, the feel of his facial hair tickling and teasing where his lip met your skin were divine. “Clyde, please stop teasing! I can’t take it, I want you” whining loudly as you try to close your legs. “Look at my Babygirl, all needy for me. Huh?” He questions placing his metal arm around your thigh while placing his hand on your stomach to keep you in place. “Tell me what you want darlin” Clyde asks, mouth hovering just over where you want him most. “Y-your mouth, please” you beg, the feeling of the cold metal of his arm against your hot skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Clyde places a kiss just above your clit causing you to buck slightly as your hands dive into his thick hair, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. Clyde moans and groans into your soaked pussy like it’s his last meal, sucking on your clit as he brings his finger down to your entrance, circling it before pushing the thick digit in. You clench around it, pulling harder at his hair as he slowly grinds his member into your mattress for some relief. “Ya think ya can handle another? He asks cockily. “Yes, I can. Please, please” you babble as Clyde adds a second finger with no resistance. Continuing to suck on your swollen clit as his two fingers pump in and out of you before curling up to find that spot inside of you. Your body squirming in his grip when he does. “I’m so close, ohhhh” You whine. “That’s it Darlin, cum for me” he tells you before diving back in and continuing his ministrations at a quicker pace. “I’m gonna cum, fuck! Clyyyyde” You moan, clenching hard around his fingers while your legs squeeze the sides of his head, back arching and toes curling as the pleasure shoots up your spine. Once your whole body feels like jelly and you fall back breathlessly on to you pillows, smiling blissfully at you boyfriend. “Such a good girl, my beautiful girl” Clyde tells you as he pulls his fingers from your soaked entrance bringing them up to his mouth to clean off your arousal, groaning happily at the taste. “Sweeter than those candies fer sure” You laugh in response as you reach your arms out to pull him down for a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Noticing a smudge on his face you turn it to the side, giggling at the remnants of the glittery orange pumpkin that was once there. Looking down at your thigh that now sparkles in the dim lighting of your room. The pair of you laughing at the mess.

You motion for him to lie on his back straddling his waist before gripping his cock to rub your wetness all over his thick length, Clyde swallowing each moan and whimper you produce for him. “Now whose teasin?” You smirk as you grip his large member and run it along your folds before pressing the blunt head against your entrance, slowly pushing down as you moan at the delicious burn from the stretch. Once fully seated Clyde grabs your hips to stop your movements giving himself a minute, overwhelmed by the feeling of your hot cunt steadily pulsing on his length. Pulling you down for an opened mouthed kiss before giving your ass a quick slap. Placing both your palms one his wide chest as he keeps his on your hips, loving the feeling of both his hand squeezing your soft flesh. You begin to slowly grind your hips in circular motions, lifting and sinking back down, the pleasure carrying tingles up from the base your spine. “That’s it, Darlin. Take what ya need from ya Big Bear” Clyde grunts sitting up, your chests pressing together, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. Picking up the pace he thrusts up into you, grabbing the back of your neck with his metal hand and your ass with his other. You feel your second climax beginning to build quickly still being a little sensitive from your previous, you snake your hand down to your swollen clit, gliding your fingers across it. “Baby, I’m so close” You groan into Clyde’s mouth, as he gently wraps his metal hand around your neck so he can look into your glazed eyes, feeling your cunt fluttering around him. “Cum fer me, cum all over ma cock” He demands watching your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth hanging open letting out a shout of his name. Your hot, wet cunt gushes all over his cock, the rhythmic pulses of your pussy grip his cock like a vice. Clyde intensely throws his head back, shutting his honeyed eyes in pleasure as his orgasm begins to rush through his body. A couple more thrusts and his cock throbs wildly before shooting rope after rope of thick cum inside you. “O-oh fuuucccck, I love you” He moans as his climax hits him. “I love you too” you reply, moaning at the feeling of his warm load filling you to the brim. Taking a minute for the pair of you to get your breathing back to normal you lean your forehead against his, content in each other’s presence. Smiling at him before placing a peck to his plump lips moving your head back to see a wide toothy grin on his face. “Ya know what?” Clyde asks. “What?” You reply, pushing the hair from Clyde’s sweaty forehead before tucking it behind his ears to look at his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “Those stuffed toys are still fuckin’ creepy” He tells you, trying to keep a straight face. You laugh swatting at his chest, shaking your head then leaning back in for another sweet kiss.

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Deep Orange - Kai Havertz fanfiction (Chapter One)

A/N: First part of a series I hope to continue. Title is still uncertain for me so this is kind of a place holder. This is a little bit of a dark tale, but I love the idea of Kai in a darker role. If you enjoyed it please give it a like or anything so I know to keep writing! I have a lot more to say about this story :) 

Warnings: Alcohol, drug use, swearing, sexual references 

Summary: Kai Havertz, a rising star in the football world, has just moved to London and he's off to a rocky start. After agreeing to go to a party with one of his old friends from high school, he meets Katrin Hummels, a mysterious, German musician who has lived in the UK for over a decade. Katrin flirts with Kai at this party, and he reveals that he is in a committed relationship. Nevertheless, Kai is heavily intrigued by her and the two quickly become friends. As Kai balances his career and his relationship, Katrin invites him out constantly to parties and clubs, which distract him from his important life goals. Soon, Kai finds himself on a downwards, drunken spiral of addiction and on a collision course with Katrin.

Available here on Tumblr, but here is the link for the fic on wattpad incase anyone prefers to read stories there: https://www.wattpad.com/1094322435-deep-orange-chapter-one 

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Chapter 1 

Let me start with the night I first met Katrin. Now, it seems odd to even think about a time before Katrin had a poisonous grip on my life, and there really isn’t anything in my life worth reciting before her. It was a quiet week in between matches in the Premier League and I had off for seven days, which was rare. I was invited to an evening out with a friend from high school who was studying in London at the time. Hesitantly, I accepted, but made it clear to myself that this was not a friend I would like to hang out with regularly. I mostly accepted to please my mother who had been pressing me to find friends from my previous life so I would eventually return home. So I called up my mother and told her I was finally meeting Leo Sauer. The most German German I had ever known moved to London. And I was meeting with him. 

I had never thought of Leo as a wild card. He pretty much stuck to the rules. A good German boy got good grades and excelled in athletics, but this German boy had blossomed out of the rulebook. Suddenly Leo was a stoner philosophy student with connections to an underground intelligentsia-creative scene, a world woefully unfamiliar to myself. I have had so few nights out in my life, due to the demands of my rigorous football schedule, but I always accepted that absence in my life as a necessary sacrifice. It was not something I ever thought I would miss as I aged, especially if I had a World Cup in my hands. But my first memories of regret started as I took a cab out to the party. I noticed the way the signs on the businesses had a fading and mesmerizing glow, like there was a specific quality of the night that was turning everything neon forever. The air was orange, then it turned red. I thought to myself how odd it felt to go out to a place where I was specifically going to socialize. 

And these feelings worsened when I arrived at the party. I was way out of my element.  I began contemplating my own death as I walked through the doorway at a frustratingly overpriced two story flat in South London. I wondered what such an eccentric party was doing in a rather lame neighborhood, and why it was heavily decorated with memorabilia from India. As I turned each corner I passed another Ganesh, another Vishnu, Brama, until I was greeted with an overwhelming scent of incense and marijuana. The house was very dimly lit and seemed to be decorated in a frantic rush for a party, with multicolored christmas lights sufficing as lighting in long and dark stretches of the house. In one corner there was a red lamp without a lamp shade that provided an intense source of light that you couldn’t look at for two long. The entire house was pulsating to a dull bass line that rather confused me and as I breathed in the display of punk, artistic, and heavily braided London set, I quickly scanned the room for Leo and immediately joined forces with him, promising to myself that I would not to leave his side for the rest of the night. 

“King Kai!” Leo gasped. He reached out his hand and pulled me in for a hug. “I didn’t think you’d make it, man!” 

I switched to German, feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable for the moment in English. “Leo, bro, you look great.” I shuddered at my own words, did I usually sound this stupid? I never have this lack of confidence, what was going on with me? 

“Jasmine, this is my friend Kai.” Leo turned to a beautiful girl sitting beside him. She had her hair fixed behind a vintage bandana and wore large and thick gold hoop earrings. “Kai, this is Jasmine. Her parents usually live with her, but she’s had a free house since last Tuesday. She studies philosophy as well with me at UCL.” 

“Nice one! I’m Kai,” I extended my hand to her, suddenly overly aware of my accent. 

“So great to meet you, Kai. Leo’s been mentioning how he has another friend in London. What are you doing here?” Jasmine revealed a thick London accent, or what I presumed to be one. 

I was puzzled as to why she did not know what I was doing in London, but I responded quickly, “I play with Chelsea Football Club. Sort of recently moved to London, it’s been about three weeks so far.” 

“You’re fucking with me!” Jasmine threw her head back in laughter. 

“No, no. He’s actually totally serious.” Leo replied coldly. 

“Oh no way! That’s wicked, man. I don’t think I ever met anyone on my sixth form’s football team, let alone Chelsea. I don’t give a fuck about football, but I hope your team does well now.” Jasmine cackled some more and Leo cracked open a beer quietly. “I actually don’t think you’re gonna meet anyone at this party who cares about football.” 

Leo looked around and tensed his face awkwardly. 

I smiled and retorted, “I think that’s a good thing!” 

Jasmine darted up from her seat to reconnect with a girl who had arrived apparently called “Therese.” And suddenly Leo and I were momentarily alone. After an awkward silence between us Leo pressed me about my life. I asked him about his, and we spoke on and off about our past life back in Germany. 

For the next thirty minutes, Leo continued to introduce me to a staggering amount of substance-abusing artists, unemployed twenty-two year olds, or trust-funded humanities students. Thinking quickly, I introduced myself as another philosophy student from Germany. I didn’t want to repeat the same conversation I had with Jasmine again. Although they questioned why I couldn’t have a bump of ket or a hit off a joint. After pretending to be someone I was not, I felt nervous. My palms were sweaty and my shirt felt tight. I wondered whether I actually passed off as someone from this corner of society, or if I looked like an outsider. 

“Leo,” I turned to my only friend at this party. “I think I should go before someone takes a picture of this and sends this to my manager. I shouldn’t be at a party with anything illegal.” 

“Kai, if someone takes a picture of you at this party and does something like that they’d never be invited to anything ever again.” Leo explained, “This is a very moral group of people. They’ve certainly had more than enough time to think about their values.” Leo responded with a quick joke. “Just let loose. Tonight might be your last night of this kind of freedom.” 

So I ran across the street with a mask on in an anonymous pursuit of a Best-One and bought as many beers as I possibly could, deciding to get rip-roaring drunk. Something I had not really experienced properly in my life before that night. I returned to hide my beers in a bookshelf upstairs, downed three beers in a row with Leo, and talked to as many people as possible claiming I was this philosophy student of German philosophers. When they tried to talk to me about philosophy I just bullshitted my way through the conversation and we all laughed together. They were too high, I was too drunk. Nothing mattered. None of us were on the same page anyway. The alcohol hit me like a bullet train and I laughed and laughed at the fact that I was finally wasted. Everything felt like a dream. 

In my drunken stupor I could hardly recognize the couch from the floor, although I delicately found the last available place on a couch in the upstairs hallway of the flat. I don’t remember properly reflecting on why there was a couch in a hallway, there just was and I accepted that. Upstairs, the music was slightly softer, and it sounded like it was made years ago and was playing out of an old stereo. Although the upstairs music was struggling to make itself heard over the louder computer-made music coming from downstairs. Deep in my philosophical contemplation over the music, I forgot how my legs and depth perception worked, and I stumbled onto the couch, nearly spilling over my beer onto a girl on my way down. 

“Entschuldig-” I began in German, quickly correcting myself and forgetting how to speak English under the influence, “ah, fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” 

Short dark brown hair, a fading tan, big brown eyes with heavy eye makeup, and slightly crooked teeth turned to me at once declaring back in German, “You’re very drunk.” She locked eyes with me deeply. She was direct. Holy shit. “I don’t think we’ve met.” 

“Wow, you speak German as well?” I held her gaze for moments more before feeling something too intense. “I mean,” I stuttered, “I’m Kai. I just moved here a few weeks back.” 

“I’m Katrin.” She smiled wide and took a long sip of her drink. “Of course I speak German.” 

“Of course you speak German? Not every random stranger speaks German.” I teased, leaning my head back against the wall to stop the room from spinning out of control. 

“I’m not every random stranger.” She smacked her lips and leaned back. She had a low, husky voice. A voice that had clearly been weathered by smoking and yelling. Even if her lifestyle choices were made apparent through her voice there was something about this woman that was puzzling me in a wonderful way. She had long intense stares and big brown eyes that powered them. She spoke sharply and lit a joint. I drunkenly inhaled her smoke. “I think I recognize your face. I think you play for Chelsea.” 

Something inside me broke. I freaked out that she had some kind of power over me, as if she was threatening to blow my cover. She stared deeply at me as my lips fumbled to create a response. I raised my eyebrows in shock. Slowly I slurred a response. “Do you watch football?” 

“Not if I don’t have to.” Katrin laughed, she quickly changed expression and replied. “Sorry, I don’t mean to insult.” 

“Nah, I’m not insulted. I think the majority of the world would agree with me that it’s a sport worth watching.” I retorted fast, feeling my breath hot in my throat suddenly. In the other room I could hear some large bouts of laughter and the music changing at irregular intervals. Someone must have been skipping through songs. 

“Let’s just say you win that argument then.” She cooed. “But I must tell you...I’m only lying.” She giggled, “I didn’t even know what Chelsea was until my friend, Jasmine, told me about an hour ago that another German was here. She told me that you play football here or something. And then she was like, ‘no one's gonna recognize him here’ and I was like, ‘as I German maybe I will, is he famous?’ So we googled you and we were like what the fuck. This dude is famous as shit.” 

“Clearly not that famous.” I gestured around the room to the slew of preoccupied people, but quickly returned my gaze back to Katrin. I was utterly transfixed. Each word out of her mouth weighed heavy on my mind. Was she telling the truth? What was her story? She was a challenging conversation, making me nervous for no reason, “We don’t have to talk about that football shit. We don’t even have to talk in German.” I paused and burped. The room was spinning. I felt myself losing control of my reserve. “Sorry I’m quite drunk.” 

“You’re not the only one.” She smiled and lifted up her small bottle of cheap vodka. 

“I...I don’t usually drink. I’m not really allowed.” 

“Not allowed?” Katrin raised her eyebrows. “Says who?” 

“It’s part of my job. I’m not supposed to be rebellious, I’m supposed to be a role model.” I added nervously. 

“You’d be a much better role model if you broke some rules.” She poured a large amount of vodka into her cup before mixing it with a little bit of soda. “Fuck, you’d be my role model.” 

“You’re a rule breaker? That’s not very German of you.” I took a long swig of my beer after I spoke. She stayed silent so I spoke quickly, “Why are you in London anyway?” 

She put her hands in between her face and wiped her hair back, composing herself. “I was forced to move here from Bavaria when I was twelve. My dad got a job in London and the whole family moved except my older brother who seems to get out of everything. Forced to learn English when I was thirteen, forced to go to university, make my parents proud. Then I dropped out. It wasn’t for me. Now I’m what you call a ‘soundcloud musician.’” She explained, “And I’m also what you’d call a lifeguard for a leisure centre near me.” 

“That’s a lot to unpack.” I let out a loud laugh. 

Katrin did not respond right away to me and this freaked me out. I wondered if I said the wrong thing, maybe I should have responded with some compassion and sympathy. Surely she was looking for a more in depth conversation, something which she might find with the intellectual class around us, I was just merely a guy she struck up conversation with because he almost spilled cold beer all over her. Where did I put the rest of my beers, anyway? 

Before my thoughts spiralled off any further, she spoke again. “You have the most unusual face I’ve ever seen.” She touched my cheek with the tips of her fingers and my skin burned. As she moved her fingers across my face, her eyes flared and her pupils dilated. “Like you weren’t born on this planet.” 

Her words sent shivers down my whole body and penetrated deep into my soul. Why was she touching me? What did she mean by any of this? Do I look ugly to her? I felt awkward by her comments, so I laughed nervously and asked suddenly, “What kind of music do you make?” 

Before she could reply, the song had changed to something I couldn’t quite hear and she shouted out, “You fuckers! Turn this shit off!” She turned to me, grabbed two beer cans in her hands, dangling the joint in between her fingers, and did a dance, “I’m sorry, Kai, I’ve got to go make these idiots turn off my music before everyone with a brain leaves this party... But come to my show on Friday and you can see what kinda music I make.” 

“Where is it?” 

“Islington Assembly Hall. 7pm.” She leaned over, and I watched her lips grow closer to mine before she stopped, and whispered, “I wish I could stay longer and talk. I haven’t met anyone this captivating to me in a while… You’re a troubled soul and I can sense that. And God do I wanna fuck you.” 

Her words had floored me so much I could hardly reply, but I mustered, “Unfortunately I am already spoken for.” 

“That’s a shame. I think we were in love in a past life.” She winked, pulled back her intoxicating scent, walked off with a spring in her step before shouting back, “See you Friday!” 

As she left I felt time moving more slowly for the first time in my life. I felt a sense of impending doom, while simultaneously feeling an inexplicably intense ecstasy. I knew from the moment I met her, Katrin was a ticking time bomb. For the rest of the night I stayed on the couch in the upstairs hallway at a party in a forgotten corner of London, completely transfixed.

[sweet-lemon]

Intruder pt.2

Diego x Reader

Part1

Summary: Reader gets to see the mysterious superhero again.

y/e/c= eye color

y/h/c= hair color

It's been a week since your apartment was almost robbed. You hadn't seen Diego since, and you began wondering if you'd ever see your tupperware again. You were starting to run out of the plastic containers. Maybe you should stop giving them to people, they never returned them. Maybe you could give baked goods in plastic baggies?

You were too busy thinking about alternatives to plastic baggies that you didn't notice your shift was over until the other waitress walked up to you.

"Hey y/n, are you heading home or what?" She asked pulling on your apron strings.

"Y-yeah, sorry I got distracted for a minute there." You said untying your apron and taking it off.

"You've been doing that a lot lately. Are you okay?" She asked looking worried. You really liked Kathy she almost left like an aunt the way she looked after you.

"Still a little shaken up about the break-in last week, but I'm fine really." You replied getting your purse from under the counter and getting ready to leave.

"Alright, but please let me know if you need anything. I'm always here for you." Kathy said as she started walking towards a waiting customer. 

"Thanks Kathy. I'll see you later." You said heading out the door.

You had to get some groceries before you went home. The grocery store was just a block away so the drive there was only a couple of minutes. 

You quickly grabbed the groceries you needed the next week and were now deciding on what you wanted for dinner tonight. You were kind of in the mood for some garlic bread, so spaghetti it is. You rounded up the noodles and sauce then headed towards the bread aisle. Homemade garlic bread always tasted amazing.

By the time you got out of the grocery store it was starting to sprinkle. You walked faster to your car knowing it was going to be a heavy rain. You had gotten a flood warning on your phone about an hour ago. 

You loved driving in the rain. The sound of the rain drops hitting the roof of your car and your favorite song playing softly made the ride home so relaxing. 

Pulling out your umbrella, you tried balancing all the grocery bags and racing towards the apartment building. Sometimes you really hated living on the third floor. Once inside your apartment you piled the groceries on the table and took a moment to catch your breath. You must have been distracted again because you didn't notice the person standing in your living room.

__________ "So when are you going to see that girl again? Those brownies were really good." Klaus asked walking into the kitchen. He was rummaging through the pantry looking for something to snack on. 

"Why would I see y/n again? I stopped a robbery from happening, it's not like I was invited into her place." Diego said. He was cleaning some of his knives that he currently had spread out on the kitchen table.

"Well you can at least return her tupperware, and while you're there ask her for some more brownies." Klaus managed to find a box of cinnamon toast crunch and was eating it straight out of the box. 

"Well if she wanted it back she wouldn't have given it to a complete stranger." Diego said without looking up from the knife he was polishing. 

Klaus propped himself up onto the kitchen counter and watched his brother. He popped another handful of cereal into. "Or she does want it back and y/n gave it to you because she wants to see you again."

"Why would she want to see me again?" Diego said as he froze in place and tightened his grip on the knife. 

"I don't know, maybe she likes you." Klaus noticed the blush on his brother's cheeks. Well shit, Ben was right. He saw Ben smirking at him from the other side of the kitchen. "Or she's just nice and wants her stuff back." He added.

Diego nodded seeming to agree that she was nice. "Where is the container by the way?" He asked looking around the kitchen. 

Klaus opened the cabinet next to him and took out the container. He was excited at the prospect of getting some more of those brownies that he didn't want his brother to change his mind. So he grabbed another handful of cereal and left Diego alone in the kitchen. 

He kept cleaning the rest of his knives, thinking about what he might say to y/n. Diego didn't like getting close to people because of his line of work, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her y/e/c eyes and y/h/c hair and how soft her lips looked as she smiled. He also couldn't get the image of her jumping out of the hallway with that big metal rod. It made him smile every time. 

By the time he was done cleaning his knives it was 4pm. He figured she must be home by now and he could stop by for a quick visit. He grabbed the tupperware from the counter and headed out. 

Making his way downtown Diego noticed the rain clouds gathering in the sky. Hopefully he'll be able to see her and get back home before the rain starts coming down. 

Staring up at the familiar gray apartment building he tried guessing her apartment number. He remembers she lived up on the third floor and looking at the buzzers near the door there were only four apartments on that floor. 

After apologizing to two elderly women and a college kid Diego came to the conclusion that y/n wasn't home. The clouds had gotten darker and started to release a light sprinkle. He looked down at the plastic container in his hands and decided he should just leave it for her since he was already here. 

Diego already knew his way into her apartment. He would leave the container on her kitchen counter with a note for her. At the moment he thought it was a pretty smooth plan. Girls like mysterious guys, right? 

Heading towards the back alley and climbing up the fire escape the rain started coming down harder and faster. He made sure to watch his footing on the slick metal stairs. Reaching her window he noticed y/n had replaced the broken one from last week. 

Taking out his thinnest knife he began picking the window lock. He was careful sliding it open, not wanting her to have to replace another window. Once inside his quickly closed it before the rain started coming inside. 

The place looked a lot better than the last time he was here. The guys really trashed it when they tried robbing the apartment. He took a look around, confirming that y/n wasn't home yet. Setting the container on the kitchen counter he found a notepad nearby and a pencil. After thinking about what to write he quickly scribbled on the paper:

'Hey, it's Diego. We met the other night. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and return the tupperware you gave me. The brownies were really good, my brother really liked them.' 

Looking down at the note he wasn't sure what if he should throw it away and start over. Maybe he could write down his name and leave his number. 

While he was contemplating what kind of note to leave he heard the unmistakable sound of keys opening the door. Shit this was going to look weird. He needed to get out of here before you found him in your apartment.

Diego rushed into the living room, but by then you were already walking towards the kitchen. There was no way he could open the window and sneak out without you noticing. He felt like such a creep just standing in your living room looking at you sitting down to take a rest. He couldn't take how weird this was.

"Mh-hmm." He cleared his throat to get your attention. 

You quickly jerked out of the chair looking towards the living room. You stepped back reaching for anything on the kitchen table to defend yourself with. Grabbing a hold of something you watched as they walked towards you. 

"Hey-hey it's okay. Just me." Diego said putting his hands up. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked relaxing a little.

"About to be attacked by a can of tomato paste by the looks of it." He joked pointing at your hand. 

Looking down you noticed the can in your hand. You huffed out a small laugh putting the can back on the table. 

"I was actually returning your container. I was going to leave you a note and get out of here before you showed up." Diego motioned to the counter with his head.  

You saw the note on top and made your way towards it. You quickly read the note before turning back to Diego.

"So your brother liked the brownies." You said beginning to unpack your groceries.

"Yeah, he actually wanted me to ask you for more." He replied walking over to help you.

"Did you like them?" You asked.

"I actually didn't get to try them. My siblings ate them before I got any." Diego scratched the back of his neck looking shy.

You smiled at how cute he was. After meeting him last week you had researched him and knew about his siblings. You thought it was sweet that he was reconnecting with them.

"Well, I should get going." He said heading towards the front door. 

"The rain outside is getting worse. Why don't you stay for dinner? The storm should be over by then." You said chasing after him.

Diego's hand was on the doorknob ready to head out. He looked unsure but after a few seconds he put his hand down. 

"Sure, but you have to let me help cook." He said. You beamed up at him and nodded. 

"So what are we making?" He asked as you both walked back into the kitchen.

"Spaghetti and meatballs!"

[clintbartonswife]

'cause you make me ache, you bastard

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier Summary: The White Wolf had always walked alone, until Jaskier came along and changed it all. He refused to let the bastard die. Notes: aftermath of torture, descriptions of injury and blood, magic and bonds and destiny, oh my! masterlist  ||  part one  ||  part three

The three of them had been travelling towards Kaer Morhen when he felt it, the chill travelling up his spine with such ferocity that it made him halt in his tracks.

“Geralt?”

Ciri was sat upon Roach, the mare coming to a stop beside her owner, nudging the Witcher in the chest gently with her head. Ignoring the child for now, he tried to grab onto the feeling, not understanding the sudden sensation.

“Yen” he grunted, turning to face the sorceress, “Do you feel it too?”

The sorceress nodded, lips pinched together in concentration, “It’s someone calling for help, they sending it out so desperately I doubt they’ve done it on purpose” she said eventually, “But who-”

“Jaskier”

A few days after the mountain and Geralt had found himself stuck in a Cintran cell, the bland walls giving him plenty of time to replay the past week over and over in his head.

Yennefer leaving, hurt blinding him as he lashed out at Jaskier. Walking down the mountain alone. The silence, encompassing him on his travels, and yet it was somehow more deafening than anything the bard could’ve played.

Regret was quick to surface as the anger retreated.

Regret for tying Yen’s fate to his. Regret for the way he treated Jaskier, on that mountain and in general over the last 22 years.

Cintra fell and he found his child surprise, the two of them reconnecting with Yennefer weeks later.

Apologies swapped between the two built a timid foundation of a new friendship, their sole focus being protecting his their child surprise from the Nilfgaardians that were sweeping across the continent.

Despite both of his bonds being fulfilled, Geralt still felt a sense of emptiness at the back of his mind, eyes still searching for someone on the distance horizon - he wrote it off as paranoia, his body being on guard as they fleed the Nilfgaardian forces.

But.

There was always a but, a doubt at the back of his mind, eating away at his sanity. Another thread of destiny, pulled taught, in danger of snapping.

Of course Geralt should’ve guessed it was Jaskier.

Panic bubbled at the base of his throat as he watched Yen start the tracking spell, the small group moved to a temporary camp just off the road.

“Who’s Jaskier?” Ciri asked, voice hesistant.

“Bard”

The short response was obviously not enough for the princess, the girl moving closer to Geralt, “I recognise the name” she commented absently, “I think he performed for me once”

Gerlat hummed absentmindedly, mind too focused on every possible disaster his - no - the bard might have managed to get caught up in.

“I have a trace” Yen announced, Geralt standing up immediately, “He’s in Neunreuth“

Horror swept over Geralt, “That’s a Nilfgaardian controlled city”

Ciri gasped in despair.

“I have to go and get him -”

“Geralt we have no idea what kind of defences they have, let alone what condition Jaskier will be in when we get there. Ciri is our main priority and we need to get her to Kaer Morhen before they catch up with us”

“We cant just leave him!”

Yennefer sighed, the exhaustion creeping in with her annoyance, “And I’m not suggesting that we do! What I’m saying is that we can storm into there with nothing more than good will and hope”

Ciri slowly got to her feet, “I could help. I haven't got much control of it yet... but if I scream-?”

Warmth spread through Geralt’s chest at her offer of help, a small smile lifting at the corners of his lips. Yennefer cut him off before he could speak.

“I’m sure Jaskier would love to hear that you wanted to help, but your safety comes first. It’s simply too dangerous to bring you with us”

“So what? He gets left behind because of me?” she asked, tears beginning to build up in her eyes.

“No” 

Ciri turned to face Geralt, who’s face was set in a determined expression.

“I’m not leaving him behind”

“Will you stop making me out to be the bad guy for one second and listen to me!” Yen huffed, running her hands through her hair, “I’ll contact Triss. Hopefully she can look after Ciri for a few days while we go and get the bard. Then we can continue our trip to the Keep”

With a definitive nod, Yen turned back to her pack, reaching for her xenovox. 

Ciri murmured nervously, hands fiddling with the end of her cloak, “You will come back for me, right?”

Geralt grunted affirmatively, opening his arms for the young girl. Once she was encompassed in his arms, he placed a light kiss to the top of her hair, “We’re your family now” Geralt said lowly, drawing on his experience with the bard for some comfort to give the girl, “We’ll always come back to you”

Once he was sure that she was settled, Geralt turned away from Ciri and back outside to where Yen was waiting, steel sword in hand.

“I don't know what we’re going to find” Yennefer said bluntly, “I need to know that you’re not going to lose your shit if something goes wrong”

Geralt just nodded, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword impatiently.

Triss stood off to the side, still healing from the battle of Sodden, offering wishes of good luck. The mage walked up to Yen, pressing their foreheads together briefly, “Don't do anything dumb”

“No promises”

Geralt adverted his eyes from the intimate scene, feeling oddly like he was intruding on a private moment - over the months since the dragon hunt he had obviously missed a large change in Yennefer’s life.

He was happy for her, truly he was. The emotion confused him, so he repressed it for now, frowning intensely at the floor until Yen let out a cough.

“Let’s go”

The rushing sound of the portal brought Geralt back to the present, striding forward and through with murderous intent, coming out in the middle of the forest surrounding a large manor house.

Yennefer stepped out behind him and the portal closed with a definitive clunk, “He’s in there” she said, checking the charm, “Basement. Left side” 

Geralt just nodded, “Can you portal us into his room?”

“I could try, but it might be too risky. They could easily follow us if they hire a mage to trace the remnants. It could lead them back to Ciri”

The Witcher shook his head, “We fight our way in then”

The stench of death swept across the manor, the sounds of clashing swords and yells echoing through the empty halls.

Geralt strode through the bodies like a man on a mission, faltering for no one, mind solely focused on finding his bard alive. Men dropped around him like flies, his arm moving subconsciously, muscle memory allowing him to make quick work of the guards as he worked on finding Jaskier’s scent.

The second the Witcher caught a waft of the familiar honey and wildflowers he let out a feral growl, increasing his pace to a sprint, rushing towards the source. As he neared the bard, the scent of copper grew overwhelming, only serving to increase his rage and brutality of his sword strikes.

“Jaskier” he growled, pushing open the door of a cell to see his bard tied to a chair, head hanging limply down.

Ignoring the noise of Yennefer fighting the final few enemies, Geralt fell to his knees in front of the chair, desperately searching for a heartbeat. His breath caught on a sob as he heard the weak fluttering of his heart, hands immediately scrambling to untie the ropes that kept him tied down.

Geralt distantly registered the halls falling silent, Yennefer’s heeled shoes becoming the only sound left as he eased Jaskier’s unconscious form into his arms.

“We should get him back to Triss” Yen said, her voice coming from the doorway, “He should survive the journey. It’s too risky to start healing him here”

Geralt nodded silently, his eyes not straying from Jaskier's bruised face. He adjusted the bard once more in his arms, his hand cupping his limp head as gently as possible, before following Yen through the halls of dead bodies, all the while never looking away from his face.

“Wait” 

Yen paused, turning back to face Geralt, “What now. We have him, we should get going before they send people to look”

“His lute” Geralt said, “He wouldn't leave without his lute”

The sorceress sighed, rubbing her temples, “Just - get him out of here. I’ll meet you in the forest”

As the portal re opened, lute hanging on Yennefer’s back, Geralt took one last look at the manor and resisted the urge to set it ablaze with a passionate blaze of igni, instead walking through and back to the cottage, calling for Triss as he went.

“Place him on the bed, second room on the left” Triss called, looking behind Geralt for Yennefer before following him, pushing the sleeves of her dress up to her elbows with a determined look on her face.

“Is he okay?” Ciri asked, vocalising the choked up words stuck in Geralt’s throat as he lay the bard down.

“He will be if we work fast” she replied, gesturing Yennefer to her side, “Ciri I need you to get me some tepid water. Geralt I need clean strips of cloth”

Geralt nodded, grateful for a job to do, taking one last look at the bard’s pale form before striding out to look for supplies.

He would be okay.

He had to be.

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@kittynannygaming  @fillingless-piee  @nanazlovese​  

[axwalker]

Now and Then 4: Unrequited

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles and the prompt this week is # 45: “I don’t hate you” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis: Synopsis:   The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU)

In this chapter: Lexie tries to reconnect with her father while she deals with her feelings for Drake. 

Warning: Teen angst, A very bad father, Unrequited love. THE CONTENT OF THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18

Word count: 1700 🙈

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2012. (17 years old)

Drake parked the Jeep that he had spent all summer repairing in front of Lex's house. While he waited for her, he turned on the radio and raised the volume at AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long. On his rear mirror, he saw Lexie leaving her house with a cherry Pop-Tart in her mouth, and her backpack half-opened; she was tying up her hair in a messy bun as she approached his car.

"The alarm didn't sound again?" Drake asked teasingly when she got into the car.

"It did." She chewed the last bit of Pop-Tart. "I got in an argument with my mom. My dad wants to see me, but she doesn't want me to go."

Drake frowned. "Out of the blue? Isn't that a little weird?"

"It's for my birthday, Drake."

"Lex, your birthday was more than two weeks ago."

"He was busy. He said he tried to call me, but you know this thing never works," Lexie said, pointing at her old cellphone.

Call me, Maybe start playing on the radio. She smiled mischievously.

Drake rolled his eyes, "Don't you dare, Lex."

Lexie looked at him mockingly and raised the volume.

"Just don't do the dance, please don't do the dance," he pleaded, knowing that it was pointless.

"Do you mean this dance?" she grinned as she sang along with the radio, dancing and mimicking the song's dance moves with her hands.

"You're such a dork." Drake chuckled.  

Lexie laughed. "Come on, Walker, I know you want to too." She kept singing. "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy …" She threw Drake a mischievous look and pointed finger guns at him.

"… But here's my number, so call me maybe," Drake talked more than sang as he shook his head smiling. They both burst into laughter.

When the song ended, Drake lowered the volume and asked, "Are you going to see him?"

"My dad? Well … maybe …" She bit her lip.

He saw the gesture. "What?"

"I thought that maybe you could come with me?"

"Hard pass."

"Please, Drake! I really want to see him, but it's been a while. Plus, Cindy and Sean will be there too, they make me so nervous." Lexie grimaced at the thought of her stepmother and stepbrother.

Drake had never met George O'Brien. In their six years of friendship, Lexie's father had called her for her birthday a total of three times -always late- and she rarely saw him. Drake loathed the guy, but for some reason, Lexie was desperate to reconnect with him. Drake couldn't understand, if Bianca came back, he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

"If Elena doesn't want you to see him, she must have her reasons," Drake said as he parked the car.

"Dad was a crappy husband, but he loves me; he wants to have a relationship with me." She sighed. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, though."

Drake detected the hint of vulnerability in her voice. "Don't worry, Lex; I'll be there. When is it?"

"Tonight," Alexis replied as they walked to the school.

"Shit! I had a date with Haley."

The mention of Drake's girlfriend made Lexie nauseous. She had been unsuccessfully fighting her feelings for Drake for over a year. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid the flip on her stomach when she saw him, or her heart racing every time he smiled at her.

"I know. I tried to change the day, but he refused."

"It's okay, Lex. I'll talk to Haley; I can always find ways to make it up to her later." Drake smiled.

"Eww! Disgusting, Walker”.  

"Drake!" Haley yelled with her sickly-sweet tone of voice

Alexis rolled her eyes. “And that's my cue to leave.”

“You could give her a chance, you know? She’s nice.”

“Right. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah.”

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The rest of the morning passed quickly. At lunch, Lexie threw a glance towards her regular table in the cafeteria. Liam, Olivia, and Max were talking while Haley and Drake were kissing each other. Alexis wondered if there ever came out for air. She was about to leave the cafeteria with an empty stomach when Max yelled her name.

Shit. Lexie waved back and sat next to Max across the two happy couples. She slammed her tray on the table, crashing it against Drake's.

"Is everything alright, Lexie?" Liam asked.

"Yeah," Lexie answered angrily.

Olivia and Max exchanged a look. They knew perfectly what the problem was.

"Penelope is having a party Sunday night. Would you like to come? She has a pool," Haley said, smiling.

"Sunday is GOT night, and we all watch it at Li's house, sorry," Lexie said dismissively.

Drake glared at her.

"You can come too; It's actually pretty fun," Liam invited Haley before Olivia could kick him under the table.

"What's GOT?" Haley asked.

Drake was about to answer, but Lexie beat him to it. "Are you serious? Game of Thrones. Best show ever," she replied, annoyed.

"Oh! I hate it!' Haley grimaced. "So much blood and killing. Totally a boy's show."

Lexie snapped at her, "I guess Liv and I didn't realize that we needed a penis to watch a TV show. Maybe, you can give us a list of the things girls are supposed to like." When she saw Haley blushing embarrassed, Lexie knew she had gone too far. She bit her lip, ashamed of herself.  

Drake shot her a furious look and stood up from the table. "Come on, Haley. We have Algebra in 10 minutes."

Oliva smirked. "Remind me not to piss you off."

"What? She was sexist!" Lexie defended herself.

"Right, that's why you scolded her, feminism," Maxwell laughed. “Nothing to do with Dr-” Max stopped talking when Lexie elbowed him. Liam didn’t know anything.

"Why do you dislike her so much?" Liam asked before finishing his cheeseburger.

"I don't. I have to go; I have class too." She left in a hurry. She was feeling angry and frustrated, specially with herself.

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After class, she ran to the locker rooms to change for Gym when she stumbled upon Haley.

"I was looking for you," Haley said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, Haley I have Gym like in five minutes," Lexie replied, trying to be more agreeable than she was at lunch.

"It's going to be fast. I just wanted to tell you that I'd like it if we could be friends. I know you hate me, but I think you're cool, and it would be best for Drake if we all got along."

Haley was a tall, green-eyed gorgeous blond. As if that wasn't threatening enough, she was kind and friendly too.

Lexie sighed. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry about this morning, that wasn't about you." Or not entirely.

"It's fine." Haley gave her a perfect smile. "I know Drake loves Game of Thrones. Would you explain it to me? So, I can watch it with him?"

Lexie suppressed her urge to roll her eyes. "You don't have to like it only because he does, you know?" Trying to make amends for her earlier behavior, she added, "but, if you want to, yeah, I'll explain it."

Haley almost jumped. "Thank you, Lex."

"Uhm, only Drake calls me Lex," she said but added apologetically, "but you can call me Lexie if you want though, all my friends do."

"Got it, thanks, Lexie. I better run; I have class too." Haley waved her god-bye.

Lexie was about to enter the gym when she got a text message from her father. It turned out that he couldn't have dinner that night, but he asked her to go to his lawyer's office and sign some papers related to her grandfather's inheritance next week. That was the real reason he wanted to see her, not to reconnect with her. Elena was right about him.

After typing a quick text to Drake telling him that he was free for his date, Lexie decided to skip Gym, she wasn't in the mood. She walked around for a while until she reached the football field. She sat on the stands with a framed photo of her father in her hands, she had planned to give it to him that night as a gift. In the picture, she was 8 years old and was looking at her father adoringly as they decorated a Christmas tree. Lexie hated to cry but couldn't help herself. Everything in her life was upside down. A father that didn't love her and a crush that would never be anything else. Lexie was well aware that Drake only saw her as his best friend.

"Lex," Drake said, startling her.

Lexie tried to wipe the tears off her face so he wouldn't see them. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a date."

"You're worried about Haley now?" He said, handing her a Coke, her comfort drink.

"Hey! I apologized!" Lexie exclaimed after taking a sip of the drink.

Drake chuckled. "Yeah, only because she went looking for you."

"Can we count this as a win? I apologized to one of your girlfriends, that's unheard of."

"You're so damn stubborn that yes; we'll count this as a win." He couldn't explain it, but Drake sort of liked how possessive Lexie was with him.

They sat in silence for a moment. Drake had seen her crying when he sat next to her, but he knew his best friend better than anyone, she needed a little space before talking about her problems.

After a while, he finally asked, "Are you okay, Lex?"

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"Lex, look at me."

Her big brown eyes looked up to him. Drake's heart tightened with her sadness. "He's not worth it. You know it, right?" He put his arm around her shoulders. “If he doesn’t appreciate to have a daughter like you, then he’s a piece of crap.”

"He's my dad. He's supposed to love me no matter what," Lexie cried despite herself. "If he doesn't, who will?"

"I'm always going to be here, Lex. No matter what."

She looked at him. "You say that now, but you will fall in love and forget all about me."

Drake raised her chin with his fingers, she almost melted when she met his deep gaze. "Never. No matter what happens you’ll always be my best friend Lex." He placed a friendly kiss on her forehead. "I swear.”

“Me too,” she answered sadly as she placed her head on his shoulder.

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Help me Hold Onto You

Hello Sophie / @the-darkesthours ! This is sad that our show is coming to an end and we won’t have any new canon for our lovely two. But where canon can end, fandom can take up the helm. I hope you like this! By @oliversmoakqueen

Work had been nothing short of hectic. Felicity had been working on launching new tech, and she really wanted to get the bulk of the project done before the end of the week. Though the more she thought about helping her son finish up packing, and taking him to school across the country, the more she wished she could use the Legends timeship and get away from it all. 

She could go back to when William and Mia were young. God how had five years passed so quickly? How could they have one kid ready for college and the other about to start kindergarten? When had they both grown up so much?

She shook her head as pushed open the front door. Before she finished stepping out of her heels, she heard her daughter yelling from the floor above. 

“You’re dumb and I hate you!” Mia’s voice came through clear, just before a door slammed.

Felicity was about to rush up there to see what was happening when Oliver started down the steps. “Hey honey.”

“What was that about?” she asked as she set her bag down next to the door. “Was that directed at you?”

“No,” he shook his head and met her at the base of the stairs, dropping a kiss to her lips. “She’s a little upset with William right now.”

“I’m sorry are you talking about Mia Donna Smoak Queen? The little girl who worships her brother like he walks on the clouds?”

“She pieced it together that William won’t be able to make it home every weekend from school. It didn’t go over well.”

Felicity sighed, taking a seat on the steps. Oliver followed her lead and sat next to her, taking her hand in his as she spoke. “I was hoping we had a bit more time before we dropped that one on her.”

“Me too, but she got your smartpants genes,” he teased as he nudged her knee with his own. “I told him to give her a few minutes and I’d talk to her before dinner.”

“And how do you propose we convince on daughter that just because her big brother is leaving for school, that doesn’t mean he’s leaving forever?”

“A puppy.”

“I’m being serious.”

“As am I.”

“Oliver.”

“Okay, I wasn’t that serious,” he replied. “But we have to think of something quick. Before she tries to runaway to her treehouse again.”

“Maybe letting her spend her summer ‘training’ with Auntie Nyssa wasn’t a bright idea.”

As Oliver stood, he took her hand and pulled her with him. “Hey at least she knows how to safely tumble out of second story window.”

“I’ll take things people don’t normally say about their 5 year olds, for five hundred Alex.”

“Well how do you want to approach this?”

Felicity thought for a second. She knew her children too well to try and ambush them together. They were both too much like their father for that to work out in her favor. But going to William first, and then approaching Mia should go better.

“Let’s go talk to Will.”

He nodded in agreement, as they made their way up the stairs, hands still linked together. But as they approached Will’s room, they noticed it was empty. Felicity’s head turned when she heard the sound of their son’s voice a little further down the hall, coming from Mia’s room.

“Come on,” Oliver whispered and they moved closer to the voices.

“You’re not seriously gonna stay mad at me forever are you?” Will asked as they leaned themselves against the wall just outside Mia’s room. The way her door was perched she could just see her kids sitting on Mia’s emerald green comforter. 

William nudged his sister’s shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Really, not even a sarcastic reply? Come on MD, I don’t want to leave with you hating me.”

“Then don’t go,” Mia finally spoke, turning to face him. “Problem solved.”

“I have to go to school.”

“Why?”

“Well for one we already paid for it,” he said. “And second, I’ve sort of been dreaming about going to MIT since way before you were born.”

“Great so you always wanted to leave Star CIty,” she muttered as she grabbed a pillow to lean into.

Felicity watched as William wrestled something small out of his pocket, and held it out between them. “I was going to wait to give this to you on your birthday, but I think you need it more now.” 

She couldn’t see what exactly Will handed Mia, but she had a feeling she knew what it was.

Mia’s brow twisted as she looked between the object and her brother. “You got me a rock?”

“It’s called a Hōzen,” he explained, as he pulled the arrowhead back from her for a second. “It’s supposed to symbolise reconnecting.”

“Did you read that on a plaque in the museum gift shop?” she asked with a touch more sarcasm than Felicity would let her daughter normally get away with.

“No,” William countered with an equal amount of exaggeration to his voice. “Mom told me that when she gave me it.”

Mia’s attention returned as she lifted the Hōzen back out of Will’s hand. “Mommy gave this to you?”

“Yeah, she gave me it when I was a few years older than you and had to go away for a bit,” he explained, and Felicity could tell he wanted to gloss over the worst of those details. “She told me that as long as I had it, she’d always be able to find me.”

“Is it magic?” her eyes went wide. “Where’d she get it?”

“It might not be magic magic, but it’s got something better,” he got real close and Felicity barely heard his whisper as he continued. “See Aunt Thea gave it to her, and she got it from Dad.”

“Wow,” Mia held the rock out and turned it over in her hands. “How come Daddy gave it to Auntie Thea?”

“He had just come back from the island.”

Mia’s face fell a little. They hadn’t told their youngest all the details about Oliver’s time away, but she did know the basics. Her dad got lost for five years, and a lot of bad stuff happened to him, but in the end he came home. And all that bad stuff eventually led him to meeting her mom, and having her, so in the end her dad was happy all that stuff happened. 

“You should keep it,” she said, pushing it back into Will’s hand. “It will keep you safe.”

He shook his head. “Nah. I want you to have it. I think it’s supposed to go to you. But you gotta promise me you’ll always keep it with you. And if you ever get scared or sad, all you have to do it hold it tight and take a deep breath. It won’t always make things better, but it will help. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, her face looking like it might break into tears. 

“I know,” he brushed a hand across her cheek. “But I promise I’m going to call you as much as I can. And I will write you letters, and we can FaceTime. Plus I will be home for Thanksgiving before you know it.”

“Promise?”

“I would never miss out on a chance to hang with my favorite sister,” he said, pulling her into his lap.

“I’m your only sister, duh.”

“Duh,” he poked her side. “I promise I’ll come home.”

“Okay,” Mia smiled. 

“We good?”

She nodded. “I know you would never break a promise.”

“Good.”

Felicity tugged on Oliver’s hand and moved them back towards the stairs, waiting for the distance before she spoke. 

“Okay,” she started wiping the stray tears from her face. “I might be a little emotional this week, but that was the cutest thing.”

“Cuter than William holding her for the first time?”

“Don’t start with me, I can see your eyes watering too, mister.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. “I’m not saying they aren’t.”

“When did our kids get so big?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not sure either of us is going to handle dropping him off without tears.”

“And then a few days later dropping her off at kindergarten?” Why she said it she had no clue, because it sparked a new set of tears down her face. “Okay we should cool it before they come out and think we’re weird.”

“I think the ship has sailed on them thinking their parents are weird,” he teased. But as the silence rested, she saw a soft smile grow across his face. 

“What’s with the look?”

“I just love that this is where my life ended up,” he said with a shrug. “You, me, two kids, a house in the suburbs. It’s everything I never thought I deserved when we first met.”

“You did deserve it though,” she ran her hand through his hair, bringing it to rest on his cheek. “You still deserve it.”

“I know,” he leaned in. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Bigger than the universe right?”

“Bigger than the multiverse,” he countered, as he finally brought their lips together. 

They had defeated so many different people over the years, went through a maze of obstacles, but still the best and most rewarding adventure she had ever taken with him was from the second they said ‘I do’ to every single family moment that came after. This was the path they belonged on, and she would never take a moment of that for granted.

[lia-jones]

Growing Stronger - Chapter Four - Happy Birthday, Andrea! (Andrea’s POV)

Once upon a time, a young American oenologist met a gorgeous Portuguese psychology student in the beautiful city of Oporto. He was a writer for a food and travel magazine, working on an article about the winery she worked at part-time as a tour guide. They spent the three days they were together admiring the vineyards, watching the grapes being pressed, examining the casks where the wine must was left to ferment, and finally, by the end of their journey, they kissed while gazing at the beautiful Douro river, certain that they would never see each other again.

However, life would have it another way. The young American returned to his country, but his heart did not. Much to his dismay, it was beating hard and fast, still at Douro’s riverbank, waiting for his return. He took all the money he had saved, said goodbye to his family and rented a house in the city of Matosinhos, in Portugal, determined to find the beautiful psychology student. They met again and instantly reconnected, her family hated him, they eloped and moved to Lisbon after she graduated. Two years later she was well established as a therapist working at a clinic and furthering her studies, while he was writing for Michelin magazine.

My and Joshua’s story begins about this time. Always the overachiever, Mariana couldn’t have just produced one egg, she had to have two. And Jeremy, always eager to make his wife happy, even if without his knowledge, was happy to oblige and fertilize both. And presto! My mother was pregnant with twins. Fraternal twins, to be exact. A boy and a girl, born on June 11th, the girl first, then the boy, five minutes later.

Despite being fraternal twins, Josh and I had nothing in common. I was short, 5.2 feet, while Josh was practically a giant, almost 6.5 feet. He had my father’s hazel eyes and my mom’s dark hair, while I had brown eyes just like my mother, and light brown hair with a few golden highlights, resembling my father. Josh was loud, scattered and somewhat hot-blooded, but funny, witty and kind. He never had any problem making friends, even adults loved his perky attitude. I was more on the shy side growing up, always more interested in my own thing than actually in socializing. Most people didn’t believe we were related, let alone twins. Josh would always correct them with pride. And if anyone even dared to hurt me, they would meet his wrath.

That’s the thing with twins. The moment you are born together, you are best friends for life. It’s like a sacred bond is formed still in the womb, and it can never be broken. A sense of companionship and loyalty, a telepathic connection, something beyond comprehension that only a twin can understand, and that surpassed every downside of having a sibling sharing your birthday… and pretty much everything else.

This bond can be incredibly precious, particularly when you’re in a funk and life does not seem to go your way. When I told Josh that Victor and I were no longer a couple, Josh was able to sense the true sadness in my voice. So he decided to ask as a birthday present that the whole family would come to see me in Loveland for our birthday. I felt the gift was mostly for me. Everything is better with your family by your side.

So there we were, drinking, eating being merry in my tiny apartment. How I could fit 6 people in my tiny kitchen and living room, I had no idea, but this wouldn’t stop us from having fun. The Jones crew was together in celebration, like it was meant to be. Surprisingly enough, my breakup hadn’t been mentioned once, probably because it was my birthday and my mom didn’t want to upset me. I was allowed to just enjoy their presence, drink from their familiar and warm energy, letting myself heal little by little.

After the meal, everybody seemed to scatter, leaving me alone with my mother in the kitchen. Uh oh. I immediately recognized the look on Dr. Mariana’s face. It was an intervention.

“Andrea, we need to talk about the recent changes in your life.” My mom threw, as she took the dirty dishes to my sink. Here we go. I hung my head in defeat.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? It’s my birthday.”

“And tomorrow you’ll have a different excuse. You pretend everything is okay, that you are moving on from this breakup, but I can see you are hurting.”

“Look, I’m dealing with it, okay? I’m working, exercising, eating healthy. It’s not like I’m depressive, mom.” I tried to placate her.

“Meaning you are trying to distract yourself from it. That’s unhealthy. Do you know what happens to people that bury their feelings?”

“The feelings eat at them.” I mumbled. My mother actually did a study about this. How resentment and pain, if not dealt with, could lead to physical illness.

“You believe you can fool people, but you can’t fool me. I’m your mother. You may pretend everything is alright, that you are taking care of it, that you are embracing life, but you are denying your feelings. It’s your defense mechanism. You pretend to be open so people won’t feel the need to ask you anything. It’s incredibly smart, but also incredibly stupid.”

All of a sudden, I wanted to cry. This conversation reminded me of the many times my mom had begged me to talk to her regarding the abuse I was getting from Daniel, and I had never said a word until the day I decided to leave. The situation wasn’t the same, obviously, but I felt like the black sheep of the family, the family member everyone worried about. My mom came to me and held me in her arms, caressing my hair, like she would do when we were kids.

“Just talk to someone, will you? If not me, anyone else. Still, if you want to, I will listen, and not judge.”

Suddenly, we heard my father’s voice from the door. My father, the innocent soul, so oblivious to potentially awkward situations.

“Hey, guys! Look who I found downstairs!” He shouted, pointing to Victor, who was standing right behind him.

There was a moment of silence. No one knew exactly how to react, not even my mother, usually so cool and quick to adjust. Everybody wore the same incredulous face, staring at Victor. Victor turned every shade of pink, a mortified look in his eyes.

“Come in, Victor, make yourself at home!” My father encouraged him. Victor snapped out of his shame, assuming his usual inscrutable expression.

My father’s words seemed to break the spell for my family as well, as everyone went to Victor, greeting him warmly. Except for me. I was still frozen in place, my heart beating hard in my chest, afraid to collapse on the floor if I made the slightest move. Victor came to me, extending his hand to shake mine.

“Happy Birthday.”

Shaking Victor’s hand was the weirdest thing ever. Unnatural, freakish, like trying to eat soup with your feet. I gave him a soft smile, afraid of how my voice would sound if I talked.

“I won’t be long. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude while you are here with your family. I just came to give you this. You can open it later.” His voice was lower than usual, I could hear a hint of sadness in it. I tried to ease the tension. He handed me a wrapped box.

“It’s fine, I’m happy you came. Sit, let me get you a piece of cake and some cherry wine. My father brought it from Portugal, it’s amazing.”

“No need, I should be going.” Victor turned to leave.

“Victor.” I called, softly. “It’s ok. We don’t need to make things awkward. We were friends before, right? There’s no reason we can’t be friends now.” I gave him an honest and welcoming smile. That seemed to ease some of the tension in him. He sat down.

“Oh, and thanks for the gift. It’s very thoughtful of you.” I said as I went to my cabinet to get a plate and a glass. I also noticed the room was incredibly quiet. My whole family had vanished, God only knew where.

“It’s nothing, don’t think too much of it.” Victor cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink again. “Just something I bought a while ago for this occasion. I can’t return it now, so you may as well have it.” Suddenly, he got up. “If you don’t mind, I should get going now. Have a great day, Andrea.”

With that, he left, not giving me a chance to reply. I looked at the present on the table, and sat down to open it. It was a golden chain necklace, with a pendant shaped like a tree. I remembered what he told me a few months ago, when I disclosed my abuse to him.

“You are not a puny flower that someone stomped on, you are not flat on the ground, trying to grow back again. You’re a tree. Autumn may take your leaves away and leave you barren, Winter snow may freeze your branches and your roots, but you’ll still be a tree, standing tall through it all. And when Spring comes, you will have leaves and beautiful flowers again, and someone will enjoy your shade, and admire how bravely you stood up to the elements."

Like a powerful explosive, the memory alone blasted the doors of my emotional vault, and everything came pouring out. My family, who I later found out was hiding in my bedroom, came out the moment they heard my sobs.

My mother was right, I needed to talk about it, even if to convince myself it was over. The last time I spoke to Victor I was fueled by rage, and wasn’t able to feel how much I missed him. But seeing him that day, in my kitchen, reminded me of happier times, of his arms around me, of supportive and loving words, of times when none of us were hurt, no ugly words had been said, no slaps had been delivered. My mother held me tight as I told her all the details of our breakup. Like a good therapist, she heard them all in silence, and like a good mother, she wiped the tears from my face and soothed me with loving words. When the emotions seemed to have subsided, and when I was finally able to control my tears, she spoke.

“Honey, this is probably the last thing you want to hear, since you are so decided to move on, but you know I wouldn’t say this lightly. But I think this is just a setback, an issue you have to solve through dialogue. This isn’t final.”

“I slapped him across the face.” I said, bitterly. “That’s final enough.”

“Andy, I saw the way he looked at you. There wasn’t a shred of resentment in his face. Just love. Well, and embarrassment, because your father hasn’t got a clue. But your father did well. You two need a little push.”

I shook my head. I did not want to entertain such thoughts. Whatever feelings one may have for another during a relationship don’t just fade away because they broke up. That was what my mother saw, remnants of a once-happy life, nothing else.

“There’s nothing left to push, mom. There’s nothing left to take, and nothing left to give. Nothing left to work on. He made it clear the last time I saw him. He scratched me off his list the moment I walked out his door.”

And with that, tears came again. Josh got up from his seat and hugged me tight, letting my tears stain his shirt. After a while, he spoke.

“Hey.” He smiled at me.

“Hey.” I spoke, my voice muffled by his shoulder.

Joshua and I didn’t speak much because we didn’t have to. He would never have to ask me how I was, because he always knew. And he also knew when to push me and when to leave me alone. He smiled at me, and I had no choice but to smile back, because I knew exactly what he meant. His grin told me he loved me, that I would get through this, that I was strong and that he would always have my back. And I believed every word he told me.

Twin brothers. Gotta love them.

[animeniacss]

6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 16 - Mom Friends

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy) 

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.2k words 

Chapter 16 - Mom Friends 

Hoseok finished up his lessons in the middle of the afternoon, when you had already arrived with the girls for Min Ja’s dance lessons. After he finished with the final group, he took a walk to a nearby coffee shop and got himself something to drink, trying to clear his head. Hoseok was never a confrontational person, it wasn’t in his nature. Weong-Bin was so close to him, practically threatening and egging him on, encouraging him to fight in hopes that he would. Well, obviously Weong-Bin didn’t know Hoseok that well. It was a scary experience, but Hoseok knew he needed to be tough and not falter, that would be what Weong-Bin wanted.

           If she finds out, it’s only going to stress her out more. He thought to himself. That’s the last thing I want to do to her right now… He pouted, kicking a rock as he walked down the street. But if he’s the one that tells her…ugh, I don’t even want to think about the stuff he would say to her! It was making him frustrated, but he didn’t want to let it get into his head. He saw the studio in his sights, and hummed, trying to put this all behind him for right now. You were most likely in there with the girls, and the thought alone made him excited.

           As Hoseok walked into the studio, Jin-Young looked up from her spot behind the receptionist desk. The minute she noticed it was Hoseok walking in, she quickly hopped up out of her seat. She looked a bit panicked, and as if she had been teary-eyed at some point in the past few minutes.

           “Hoseok.” She said as soon as he walked in. He glanced over. “I’m so….so sorry about what happened with Weong-Bin this morning.” She said quickly. Hoseok could see she looked upset, Jimin said he had spoken to her about not letting Weong-Bin in without reason from now on. “I knew I shouldn’t have let him into the back, I should have called you up here. I just…” she sighed. “I feel so stupid.”

I guess this whole thing is just gonna follow me around today no matter what I do, huh? Hoseok thought to himself, chuckling a bit as it crossed his mind. However, he could see she was truly bothered by this, and he offered her a kind smile. Lifting up a finger, he poked her quickly in the nose. She blinked, glancing up at him curiously.

           “Don’t worry about it.” He assured her. “I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. Just be careful of Weong-Bin. He seems really charming and kind, but he’s so manipulative.”

           “I know that now.” She chuckled a bit. “It’s a shame, I thought he was cute too.” Her attempt at a joke made Hoseok’s face twist into one of disgust. That made her laugh a bit more. “Well, I guess attractiveness men are based on more than just appearance.”

           “Trust me, they are.” He said. He checked the clock, before looking back at Jin-Young. “They must already be in practice. I’m gonna go say hello.” He offered one more smile at Jin-Young, and she returned it as she watched him head down the hall and into Jimin’s practice room.

           Jimin was just finishing up a practice run of dance when he saw Hoseok walk in. A smile formed on his lips as he offered his friend a quick wave. Then, his attention was back on the girls, seeing them standing in rows waiting for instruction. “Alright, girls,” Jimin said, resting against the wall. “I want you to pair up for The Mirror Game.” He said happily. The girls cheered as they scrambled around to find a friend and stand facing each other. A few kids came crying to him about not having a partner, but he very quickly shuffled them with each other and sent them on their way. “Remember that you need to copy what your partner is doing. And be sure to take turns leading.” He turned on a song to play as background music. The girls began doing different stances and moves, trying their best to copy each other as giggles began to emanate through the classroom.

           You were sitting on the benches at the end of the room, Hyo Bin standing in front of you as she tried her best to do what she saw Min Ja doing on the dance floor. When you saw Hoseok walk in, a smile formed on your lips. He had walked up to Jimin and began to speak to him. As you watched them, you overheard the group of moms nearby talking about him again. They really were infatuated with him.

           “I wonder why he’s always coming in here.” One said.

           “He doesn’t have a daughter, does he?” Another asked.

           “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Replied the third. You glanced over to them, slightly curious of where their conversation would go. When one of them caught your gaze, a brunette woman with hair that curled to her shoulders, you felt a bit nervous. You knew exactly who she was. So-Hee. Her daughter, San-Ha, was one of Min Ja’s closest friends in the program, the one who is going to the same school as her. The duo seemed to be pretty content just seeing each other once a week in class, but now that school was starting, Min Ja was starting to ask about playdates. Playdates were…something you hadn’t really experienced before, both during your marriage and especially after the divorce. You had put it off, but you were starting to be backed into a corner by your daughter.

           “Do you think he has a thing for one of the moms here?” She asked, a grin forming on her face. Your eyes wandered over to her when she spoke to you, and you saw now a group of about four women looking at you, curious as to your answer. You didn’t know how to answer that, because you had two options: lie and be caught or tell the truth. Honestly, you weren’t sure what the outcome would be for either of those responses.

           “Well…” you pursed your lips. “What do you think?”

           “I mean I’m married, but…” she giggled. “I’d totally let him teach me the tango if you know what I mean~.” You blinked as the other mothers in the little group began laughing at her comment. You forced a nervous chuckle as you turned back to Hyo Bin, watching as she finally seemed to give up and plopped herself on the floor, whimpering in frustration as she began to cry. You saw Min Ja look up at the sound of her sister crying, which caused her to falter in her practice. Quickly, you stood up and scooped Hyo Bin into your arms, trying to soothe her and calm her about her dancing as soon as you could. She wasn’t in hysterics, but she was whimpering and trying to convey her frustration to you. Hoseok looked over at you when he heard Hyo Bin crying.

           He thought back to this morning again, and it made his head start to hurt. He didn’t want to bring it up in the middle of you tending to your toddler. So, he simply put on a smile and headed over towards you, arms outstretched for the crying child in his sights.  

           “Hyooooo Biiiiiiin~.” He cooed, making the little girl look up. You did as well, and when he saw the smile grow on your face, it only made his widen as well.

           “Who’s that?” You gasped, pointing at the thrilled man on his way. Hyo Bin wiped her eyes, trying to vent her frustrations to Hoseok now that he was close to her, her arms outstretched to him as he quickly scooped her up.

           “Oooooh, are you trying to dance like Min Ja?” he asked, pointing to her older sister. Hyo Bin nodded, a shaky “uh-huh” escaping her lips. “How about I help you, okay?” Hyo Bin sniffled, nodding. You sat back down as Hoseok set Hyo Bin in a small area of the room that was out of the way of the lesson. He sat cross-legged as he looked at Hyo Bin. “Okay. Ready?” he took her hands as he helped her get into position. He was smiling as he tried his best, though he was not as well versed in ballet, he knew enough to help a two-year-old feel included.

           As you were sitting, balancing your attention between both Hyo Bin and Hoseok as well as Min Ja’s lesson, you heard the sound of someone sitting next to you. Looking over, you saw So-Hee, fixing her hair as she offered you a kind smile.

           “I feel like every time Hoseok comes in here, he’s totally all over you and your kids. You’re a lucky girl.” She teased. A shy chuckle escaped your lips.

           “Yeah…I’m pretty lucky.” You admitted. “He…Hoseok is really good with my girls.”

           “He must really like you.” So-Hee teased, offering you a playful nudge. “You should totally ask him out. You’re like the only single one in this cast of parents, aren’t you?”

           “I don’t know how to answer that.” You admitted. Your response left So-Hee confused. “I mean…well…” Okay, maybe I’m being too anxious about this. It’s not that big of a deal that I’m dating him, I barely even talk to these women. You thought to yourself. After a moment of silence, So-Hee chuckled.

           “You don’t seem to want to talk about it. That’s okay. I remember when you were going through the divorce how anxious and intense it must have been.” You glanced over to at her. “…I can be very observant.” She teased. “But if you don’t want to tell me anything, I get it.” She glanced back over at Hoseok, who had pulled Hyo Bin into his lap, allowing her to squeal in delightful giggles. “But you should take my advice.”

           “…I already did.” You said. So-Hee blinked, now intrigued. “I dated Hoseok in college. We reconnected when he came back into town and…we’ve recently reignited out relationship.” When the words left your lips, you felt…weird. Not bad, not necessarily good, just…. weird. Your friends and family knew you had gotten back into the relationship, but you had only told them over text. It had yet to leave your lips until now, and that fact alone surprised you.

           “…What?!” She grinned. “Oh my God, you little sneak and you never said anything until now?!” She gripped your arm, shaking you like a wild teenage girl. “I don’t believe you.” You chuckled a bit, seeing So-Hee smile in amusement as she continued to tease you. “That’s crazy! Oh, I need details on how that all is going.”

           As the two of you, mostly So-Hee, continue to chat, the evening lesson came to an end. Jimin had the girls do a cool down, and told them what they should be practicing, before they got in their little group and did a goodbye cheer, before girls scattered to their parents. Min Ja hurried up to Hoseok and Hyo Bin, peeking over Hoseok’s shoulder as he looked up at her happily. You watched So-Hee’s daughter rushes up to her eagerly, and So-Hee’s attention turned from you as her daughter chatted her ear off.

           “Mommy, are you and Min Ja’s mommy making a playdate? Pleeeeease say yes, Mommy!” So-Hee giggled as she grabbed her daughter’s bag.

           “Nobody likes a nosey little girl, and you know better.” She said simply, standing up. You stood up too, seeing Min Ja rush over and hug her friend almost instantly, the two giggling in glee as they toppled over. “San-Ha!”

           “Min Ja, your outfit is going to get all dirty if you keep rolling all over the floor!” You scolded, watching as the girls stood to their feet, dusting off their tutus as if nothing happened. So-Hee glanced at you, and from the corner of her eye, saw Hoseok walking over with Hyo Bin in his arms. She smiled, turning to him.

           “Hoseok-Oppa~.” She teased, grinning. Your face turned red as Hoseok immediately began to laugh at the wild 26-year-old.

           “So-Hee, knock it off.” He teased in between little giggles. So-Hee held your arm as she told her daughter to get her sneakers on, then turned straight back to you and Hoseok. “I finally learned why you’ve been turning down my coffee dates.”

           “…Because you’re married?” he asked. So-Hee clicked her tongue at his obvious avoidance of her joke.

           “Well, yeah. But the second, and more important reason-.” She motioned over to you. “You’ve been having your eye on this cutie pie over here.”

           “So-Hee…” you sighed softly. “Stop it.”

           “Awww, don’t be embarrassed.” Hoseok said. “She’s not wrong.”

           “Hobi….” You pouted a bit, taking Hyo Bin back into your arms.

           “Mommy, I have my sneakers on.” San-Ha said, tugging at her mom’s arm.

           “Okay, honey.” She said happily. “Say goodbye to Min Ja.” You watched the girls quickly offer a hug to each other.

           “You need to tell your Mommy to let us have a playdate soon!” Sun-Ha begged her friends, hugging her tightly.

           “Okay, I’m gonna try!” Min Ja nodded, a confident grin on her face. She quickly turned to you, her hand tightly clutching San-Ha’s as she looked at you. “Mommy-.”

           “I’ll think about it.” You said quickly. So-Hee chuckled at how quickly you responded to your daughter, and a pout formed on her face. “We need to get home now so I can make dinner.”

           “Well…” So-Hee turned to you, offering you a little business card with what looked like her phone number. “Call me when you have time. I have a pretty flexible schedule.”

           “Mommy said her job is sitting on the couch and drinking her adult grape juice.” San-Ha added, nodding. Behind you, you heard the sound of Hoseok begin to laugh, covering his mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too, and the girls, even though they didn’t understand what was so funny, giggled anyway, because the adults were. So-Hee turned back to you.

           “That aside, like I said, let’s get the girls together before school starts up. Give me a call, okay?” You nodded.

           “Alright. I will.” The sound of two young girls squealing in excitement flooded your ears and you waved So-Hee off.

           “Bye~.�� She said happily, taking San-Ha’s hand as the duo headed out of the room. You sighed, looking down at the card in your hand. Suddenly, you felt Hoseok rest his head on your shoulder. Looking towards him, you saw he was smiling.

           “You don’t look happy.” He said.

           “I am. Min Ja’s been wanting the playdate, I’m glad we finally connected. But…” you looked at Min Ja, while also setting Hyo Bin down on the floor. “Min Ja, can you take Hyo Bin and go say hi to Mr. Jimin for a minute?”

           “….Okay!” She said, taking her sister's hand as they headed towards the instructor who was beginning to tidy up. When they were gone, and it seemed almost all the other mothers had taken their daughters out of the room, you looked at Hoseok.

           “I have no bad blood towards any of the other parents here.” You stated. “But I never talk to them. This is the first time I’ve had a conversation with any of them.”

           “Why is that?” he asked curiously.

           “I don’t know.” You admitted. “When I was married, Weong-Bin told me to drop her off and then make sure dinner was ready when we all got home, so I went back home to get that prepared. After the divorce, I was so busy working, it took a long time to get time to even come to the lessons.” You glanced over to Min Ja, who was talking to a crouched down Jimin. “I never had any mom friends. I didn’t know how to talk to any of those girls. We’re not the same.”

           “That’s not true.” Hoseok said. “You’re all moms.” A laugh escaped his lips as you nudged him for his joke. “I’m serious.”

           “I know, but that isn’t what I mean.” You added. “They’re all married, some don’t even work, they just sit back and gossip and chat and…drink their adult grape juice.”

           “Heh. Well, that’s another thing you have in common.” He added. You chuckled. “Well, at least you have a mom friend now.” He said.

           “She thought I should ask you out…” you mumbled.

           “You should.” He grinned, and you finally laughed a bit. “How about…. we go to a movie one night when you can get your babysitter.” You couldn’t help but nod.

           “That sounds good.” You said happily. Hoseok smiled. “I should probably go. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?”

           “Aaaah, no, I don’t think so.” He said. “I’ve been a bit out of it today.” He saw you frown and sighed softly. A piece of him wanted to tell you about what happened with Weong-Bin today, but he didn’t want to worry you over it. That was what he kept telling himself. But he had already held it off for the entire day, and that was already too long. “Listen, don’t get upset, okay?” Almost immediately, your frown deepened and your eyebrow raised.

           “…Why?” you asked.

           “…Weong-Bin came into the studio this morning and was giving me a hard time over our relationship. He was threatening me to end it.” Your eyes widened.

           “What?!” You asked, Hoseok flinching at the sound of your voice. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Hoseok?!”

           “I didn’t want to worry you.” He said quickly. “But…well, I’d rather you hear it from me than from him.” He saw that you looked a bit angry with him for holding it off. “I’m sorry. But it really wasn’t a big deal!”

           “N-…” you ran a hand through your hair, stunned how quickly the conversation had jumped from mommy playdates to love triangle intimidation so quickly! “Not that big of a deal?! Hoseok…” Hoseok looked over his shoulder, seeing Jimin had looked up when he heard voices being raised. He quickly took your hand and led you outside the room, closing the door behind him. You were a bit shaken up from what he told you, and Hoseok knew he should have called you or something earlier. Why didn’t he, again? “Did he hit you or anything? I’ll call the police, I swear it.”

           “No, he didn’t.” Hoseok said, smiling a bit. “Like I said, I just wanted you to know, but I’m not going to worry about it.”

           “Not going to worry about it? Hoseok, I know you want to be the bigger man, and I respect that. But Weong-Bin is not going to take this well. I’m amazed I haven’t heard from him today!”

“I’m amazed too.” He said simply. “But if we spend all this time worrying about it and letting him freak us out, he’ll win. I’ve told you this already.” You groaned, covering your face.

“I know!” You shouted though you didn’t mean to. “I know, I know! I just… ugh! I cannot believe you waited until I was just about to leave to tell me this.” You said. Hoseok pouted a bit, putting his hands in his pockets.

           “…Sorry.” He said. Before you could say anything else, the door opened, both of you looking over to see Jimin walking out with both of the girls in tow.

           “Are we going home now, Mommy?” Min Ja asked.

           “…Yeah.” He said. “Of course, honey. Do you have everything?” When you saw your daughter hold up her ballet bag in one hand and Hyo Bin’s hand in the other, a smile formed on your face and you felt your heartbeat slow down.

           “Bye Mr. Jimin. Bye, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja said happily.

           “Bye-Bye Misser Hobi. Bye-Bye Misser Jimnie…” Hyo Bin repeated. Jimin smiled.

           “Bye-bye girls.” He said. You offered to take Min Ja’s bag and turned to Hoseok, who offered a smile down at the girls as he waved and said good night. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked over to Hoseok, kissing his cheek. He looked over at you, seeing you scoop up Hyo Bin.

           “I’ll be setting a plate for you.” You said simply, unable to hide your smile. Hoseok chuckled a bit.

           “I’ll be there in a little bit.” He replied.

           “Is Mr. Hobi coming home from dinner?!” Min Ja gasped. You nodded and she squealed. “Yay!” She said happily. “We’re having Japchae! Japchae, Japchae!”

           “Oooo, yummy. I can’t wait.” Hoseok said. You smiled as you said your goodbyes and led your girls out of the studio, the sound of Min Ja cheering ‘japchae’ fading away as you exited the studio. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.

           “Auuugh, she can be so scary when she’s upset.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh a bit. “I knew she’d be upset but I didn’t think she’d be upset at me!”

           “Well you waited, what…6 hours to tell her that her ex-husband is threatening you?” Jimin asked. “I’d be mad too.”

           “Okay, you’re no help.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh again. He knew he should probably clean up and get ready to go if he wanted to make it to the house for dinner, so without another word, he simply headed to the closet and grabbed a broom.

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           The sound of knocking alerted your attention to the door just as you finished setting the table. Min Ja looked up from the table, a grin forming on her face, realizing that it was Hoseok at the door.

           “Mommy, Mr. Hobi!” She squealed, watching your head towards the door.

           “I know.” You smiled a bit, dusting your hands on your pants as you went to open the door. Upon opening it, Hoseok was standing there, a smile on his face.

           “Am I late?” he asked curiously.

           “No. You’re just on time, actually.” You said, letting him into the house. You watched him take off his shoes, before he blinked as if he realized something at the last minute.

           “Oh right!” He said, grinning. He reached into the bag that he carried with him. “I didn’t want to make it obvious so I carefully put it in here but-.” He lifted out a little rose, handing it to you. “Here you go~.”

           Almost immediately, you felt your breath catch in your throat. You took the rose into your hands and examined it, smiling up at him.

           “What made you buy this?” you asked curiously, watching Hoseok shake a hand in his hair as he offered you a goofy smile.

           “I just felt like it.” He said simply. “You better take extra care of it.” He nodded. “I worked really hard to find the perfect ‘I’m sorry’ flower.”

           “Oh, my goodness.” You sighed. “You didn’t need to get me an ‘I’m sorry’ flower, moron.” You said, taking his hand as you led him inside. “Let’s go eat, huh~?” you hummed happily. He nodded, following you into the kitchen. The girls happily said their hellos to Hoseok as he sat at the table, watching you put the rose into a little cup of water before joining them.

           After dinner that night, Hoseok helped you get the girls into bed before the both of you took a seat on the couch, exhausted sighs escaping your lips. It was silent for a few moments, and Hoseok looked over to you. He saw you run a hand through your hair.

           “You promise me he didn’t hurt you right?” You asked him softly. Hoseok shook his head.

           “No. He tried, but he didn’t hit me or anything.” Hoseok said. You nodded, laying your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. “He was being really intimidating, though. I didn’t realize he was taller than him until he was right in front of my face.” You chuckled a bit.

           “Yeah. He is pretty tall.” You agreed. The sudden feeling of Hoseok’s hand running through your hair made you hum a bit. “Are you staying tonight?”

           “Do you want me to?” he asked curiously.

           “Of course, I do, silly.” You glanced up at him. “I always want you to stay here.”

           “Well you were upset with me.” He hummed, pouting. “I honestly thought I would be in the dog house for a few days and I was trying to mentally prepare myself.” You giggled.

           “Is that why I got an ‘I’m sorry’ rose?” you asked curiously.

           “That’s exactly why.” He responded, and both of you giggled.

           “You’re an idiot.” You said simply, poking his cheek. He hummed a bit, smiling enough to expose his cute little dimples. “You must be tired. It sounds like you had a long day.”

           “I did.” He said simply, his head finally lolling to the side to gently rest on top of yours. You nodded, lifting yourself off of the couch, a hand reaching out to take Hoseok’s.

           “We’re still on for that movie date, right?” you asked. Hoseok chuckled, leaning in to offer you a kiss on the nose.

           “Of course.” He said. You nodded, smiling as you led him into the bedroom for a much-needed good night sleep together. It was the best kind of sleep, in your opinion.

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Catching Up Part XI

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.  

Word Count: 2.9 K

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A/N: This chapter is super fluffy. But, once again, setting some important stuff. Little Joey is arriving soon! Also, special appearances from Bri and Rog in this one :)

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V   Part VI Part VII  Part VIII  Part IX  Part X

Part XI here we go!!!

You were free of Nick, but you could not force yourself out of your anxiety about cameras. You were doing so much better now. You were at a point where Joe - but only Joe - could take your photo. After you got your closure with Nick, you allowed him to post one of you onto his Instagram. It made you nervous, and you wondered if people might discover your old shame, but you pushed that all away. Joe posted a photo of you, holding your little bump right after he’d made you laugh. It was a great shot.

That was something that helped. When Joe made you laugh, you were immediately relaxed, almost unaware that he was taking a picture at all. He knew just how to make you comfortable enough to get an amazing one of you. Even you couldn’t deny they looked good.

His captions melted your heart as well. The first photo he put up that included your face read: “This is my beautiful girlfriend. She’s amazingly brave, talented, and smart. She’s also giving me the greatest joy of my life. Y/N, I love you. I can’t wait to see our son grow up guided by the greatest mother in the world.” It got you choked up.

Everything would have been perfect if it hadn’t been for your pregnancy making you feel sick and tired all the time. Your headaches were pretty intense, and you still had nausea. You also had swelling around your ankles that you were positive couldn’t be normal. You had a doctor’s appointment before you would leave for Los Angeles, and you made a note to tell Dr. Barrow your concerns. Joe wouldn’t be going with you because he’d be in London for the UK premiere of BoRhap. You promised to send him a picture, though.

You weren’t sure you liked Dr. Barrow much. When you told him about what you were going through, he insisted it was normal pregnancy stuff. He seemed a bit uninterested and overwhelmed by the fact that he also had Dr. Jones’s patients. You felt completely dismissed and unheard.

“Dr. Barrow,” you said. “I don’t think you understand. These headaches are splitting -”

“They’re always ‘splitting’ to you ladies, aren’t they?” he returned with a tired wave of his hand. “I assure you, what you’re going through is normal.”

You frowned. “And it’s still okay for me to drive all the way to LA?”

He nodded. “Of course. As long as you get plenty of rest and continue to take your prenatal vitamins, you and your baby will be fine.”

You felt a little uneasy about him, but took his word that you’d be fine. That afternoon, when you told Joe about it over FaceTime, he seemed concerned, but unsure how to handle it.

“I guess we have to trust him,” he said. “He’s the professional.”

You shrugged. “I suppose so. Hey, do you want to see the picture?”

“Of course!”

You held up the sonogram. “Behold, my love, your child.”

He chuckled. “Aw, he’s amazing! I miss you two.”

“We miss you too,” you replied. “But I’m sure you’re having loads of fun in London.”

He began excitedly telling you what he and  the guys had been up to. You smiled and listened carefully, laughing a few times. Your hand rested limply on your baby bump, phone dangling from the pop socket. All of a sudden, Joey gave a mighty kick, knocking your phone right out of your hand and it slid onto the bed.

“Joey!” you gasped, poking him gently. “That was rude!”

“Baby?” Joe’s voice came from somewhere in the covers. “What just happened?”

You picked up your phone and held it properly. “Your son just kicked the phone out of my hand.”

He laughed. “Wow, he’s a strong boy.”

“This is hardly congratulatory behavior,” you returned.

“Is he still moving?” he asked. “I wanna see.”

You lowered phone to your protruding belly, and focused the camera so he could see Joey’s little feet popping up. Joe gasped.

“It only gets more awesome every time I see it!” he said.

“Do you miss your daddy, Joey?” you cooed to your belly. “I miss him too.”

“I’ll be home soon,” he said as you brought the phone up to your face again. “Just one more day and then I’ll be on a plane.”

Shortly after, you said goodnight and tried to get some sleep. It felt awfully lonely in the house by yourself, but you took comfort in the fact that Joe would be home soon. Then you would start your first family road trip.

You followed the premiere coverage from your desk at work. Several people were watching, since you worked in entertainment. Emily sat with you, shaking her head in amazement.

“I can’t believe you’re going to the one in LA,” she said. “It looks so glamorous.”

“Or terrifying,” you said with a gulp.

You could see all the cameras and flashing lights as Joe and the rest walked down the carpet and into the theater. Your heart gave a nervous flutter.

“Oh, Joe’s talking,” she said. “Turn it up.”

You did so and you caught that the reporter was asking about you and the baby.

“Yeah, Y/N is doing great and so is the baby,” he said, beaming. “I’m so excited, I feel like I have so many blessings right now. Between this film and having a family, I just...I can hardly believe I’m so lucky.”

“How did you meet Y/N?” the reporter asked.

“We actually knew each other as kids!” Joe told her. “Fourth grade. We were friends and then she moved away, but we found each other again through work.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!” the reporter said.

“Right?” Joe agreed. “Where’s our Hallmark movie?”

She laughed. “So, are you two hearing wedding bells?”

“We’ve talked about it, and we know we want to commit to each other,” he said. “No plans to bite that bullet just yet though. We’re focused on getting the baby here.”

“That’s a good thing to focus on,” she said. “Thanks for talking with us, Joe. And congratulations!”

“Thank you!” he returned and walked over to the next camera.

Emily sighed. “The way he talks about you is so sweet. I mean, his eyes just light right up. That must be so nice.”

You smiled. “It’s wonderful. He’s wonderful.”

Forty-eight hours went by, and before you knew it, you and Joe were on the road, heading west to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to stop and sight see because you were on a tight schedule to make it there in time for the premiere. Even so, Joe made it fun. He told you a bit about LA, since you’d never been before. Nervous as you were about the premiere, you were excited to be there with Joe.

The night of the premiere came. You and Joe were staying with Rami and Lucy. You honestly considered pretending to be ill to get out of it. You were so nervous, your body shook. Lucy had to help you into your dress and do your hair because you were just unable.

“Y/N, if you can’t do this, you don’t have to go,” Lucy said gently as she laid a curl across your shoulder. “Joe will understand.”

“No, I promised him I would,” you insisted. “Besides, like Joe always tells me, I can do anything.”

She smiled. “You two are adorable.”

“How do you do this, Lucy?” you asked. “What a good trick to keep in mind?”

“Focus on one thing at a time instead of the big picture,” she advised. “That way it doesn’t seem like so much. Stick close to Joe, and you’ll be alright.”

You nodded.

When you met Joe and Rami downstairs, they both gaped at the two of you.

“You look wonderful,” Rami said to his girlfriend. “You both do.”

“Lucy looks wonderful,” you returned playfully. “I look like a planet.”

“Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” Joe said, feigning offense.

You all chuckled.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said seriously, kissing you on the cheek. “I love you.”

The four of you headed out to the awaiting limo to take you to the theater and the premiere. You felt so on edge that even a bump in the road made you grip Joe’s hand tighter. You hadn’t gotten to try having other people take photos and videos of you, and you were unsure if you could handle it.

“Fuck, I wish I could drink,” you said under your breath.

Joe laughed. “I wish you could too. I’m pretty sure you’re breaking my fingers.”

“Imagine what it’ll be like during childbirth,” Rami joked.

“Oh please, childbirth isn’t nearly as bad as they make it out to be in movies,” you said.

“You’re not scared, Y/N?” Lucy wondered.

You looked at her and shrugged. “Not really, no. My body is made to do it. And with an epidural, I won’t feel much besides pressure.”

She looked impressed. You gave Joe’s hand another nervous squeeze.

“I’m gonna check your pulse,” he said. “You still have feeling in your fingers?”

You nodded. “So far.”

“That’s good,” he said gently. He pressed his fingers to your neck. “Definitely got a quick pulse, but you’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“I hope you’re not speaking too soon,” you muttered.

“I’m not,” he told you. “We’ve arrived.”

The car came to a stop. You sucked in a breath and looked wildly at him.

“You guys go,” he said to Rami and Lucy. “We’re right behind you.”

They shuffled out of the car. Joe took your face in his hands and held your gaze fiercely.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said. “Everyone here loves you. You got this. Stay with me.”

You nodded. He placed a swift peck on your lips. He moved so he could exit the car first. When he opened the door, you gulped. He stepped out, and you briefly considered telling the driver to go and take you with him. But you would not abandon Joe. Carefully, you scooted to the door, sticking one foot out and letting it hit the carpet. You reached out your hand, and Joe’s found it. You held your swollen belly and Joe practically lifted you out of the car.

The roar was deafening. The cameras clicked, reporters shouted questions, and music blasted from somewhere else. You held Joe’s arm and took a deep breath. The car pulled away as you stepped forward and you were forced to resign yourself to it.

You glanced at the cameras and felt your stomach drop. Joe’s arm secured you around your waist and you met his eyes.

“Stay with me,” he said again, and kissed your temple.

You let him lead you down the carpet closer to the cameras. Joe walked up to the first reporter, who was from the LA office of Everything Entertainment. You beamed at his consideration. He thought that if you knew the company you were talking to, you might feel more comfortable.

“We’ve been dying to see your beautiful baby mama up close, Joe,” the reporter said before grinning at you. “You look stunning.”

“Th-thank you,” you managed.

“How far along are you?” she asked.

“Just over six months,” you replied.

“Really?” she gasped. “You seriously look great to be six months pregnant. When’s the due date?”

“February 20th,” Joe answered.

“You guys excited?”

“We’re positively giddy,” he said.

The next few interviews went similarly. You found yourself relaxing more and more each minute. Everyone told you how great you looked, and you let yourself believe them. The security of having Joe beside you made you feel at home. Then, you saw two people who made your heart skip a beat: Brian May and Roger Taylor. You slapped Joe’s arm with excitement.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, nodding your head toward them.

“Oh, yeah, let’s go say hi,” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you over.

They were talking to the rest of the cast already so you were grateful you could blend in. Joe clearly wasn’t letting that happen.

“Bri, Rog,” he said. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My wonderful girlfriend who is having my baby.”

They both shook your hand and smiled kindly at you. You opened your mouth to say hello, but at that moment, little Joey kicked out once more. You gasped and clutched it.

“You alright?” Joe asked.

“He’s kicking,” you returned. “I guess he wants to say hello too. You guys wanna feel?”

They both agreed and placed their hands softly on your belly. You could hardly believe the founding members of Queen were gushing over your baby bump. They also told you you looked beautiful.

“A little boy, yeah?” asked Roger

You nodded. “Little Joey!”

“Very sweet,” said Brian. “Congratulations, to both of you.”

He hugged you and kissed your cheeks. Roger followed suit. Now you really thought you might faint.

Ben came bounding over to you suddenly. He embraced Roger first, then Brian, and then he practically tackled Joe, kissing his neck. Joe laughed, clapping Ben on the back as they swayed together for a moment.

“I missed you, mate,” Ben said.

“It’s been like five days,” Joe returned. “But that is five days too long, huh?”

Ben nodded and then came over to you. He grinned and rubbed your belly as he hugged you.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said.

“Hi, Ben,” you returned.

“You feeling alright?” he wondered.

You smiled and nodded. Gwilym came over next and greeted you just as warmly, though without nearly knocking Joe off his feet. He also kissed your cheek.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said. “You look so lovely. How’s the baby?”

“He’s fantastic,” you said. “Thank you for asking.”

Allen approached next, extending his hand politely before introducing himself. “It’s great to finally meet you in person!”

“You too!” you agreed.

When Rami and Lucy joined, the photographers started yelling, desperate for a shot of everyone together with Brian and Roger. You started to back out of the frame, but Joe and Ben each took one of your arms and forced you back in. You giggled and accepted it. You truly didn’t think this night could get any better.

The movie was fantastic. You were a sobbing mess by the end of it, because they told the story well, and you were so incredibly proud of these people who had become your friends. You felt it was a great success.

The afterparty was also so fun. Originally, you had planned to go back to Rami and Lucy’s, but Joe insisted on going to the afterparty. He said it was going to be great and you needed to be there. Rolling your eyes, you indulged him, but you really did end up having a great time. They got Queen karaoke going, and Joe was perhaps the most enthusiastic of everyone.

“If I could have everyone’s attention for a second,” Joe said, when  the party was in full swing. “I have a little dedication I’d like to make to my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. This song is called Misfire and it’s written by John Deacon.”

Everyone laughed, including you, but the music didn’t start.

“I’m kidding,” he said. “I’m not singing Misfire. But, Y/N, if you could join me up here.”

Rami helped you to your feet and onto the stage. Your heart was beating wildly as you felt the room of eyes on you. You turned to Joe, holding his gaze.

“Y/N,” he said, and you saw tears begin to form in his brown eyes. “This is a really special night, for a few reasons. First is the release of our wonderful film, Bohemian Rhapsody. Second is...well...I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love a person. And you’re giving me something that I can never even hope to repay you for. Our son.”

“Joe…” you sighed, choking up.

“Hold on, I’m not finished,” he said. “I knew from the minute I met you - back in fourth grade - that no matter what happened, we’d be together. It was just a physical law of the universe. The years and geography kept us apart, but we’ve certainly done a lot of catching up since then.” The crowd chuckled. “I don’t want to waste any more time.”

He sank to one knee and your heart leapt to your throat. He pulled a ring from his pocket and held it out to you as you - and everyone else - gasped. The ring was beautiful. The stone was not a diamond, but a pearl. It was unique, like you and Joe, and your story.

“Y/N,” he began again. “Will you marry me?”

You could barely form words. Your brain buzzed with elation. Slowly, you nodded, tears falling from your eyes.

“Yes!” you finally choked out and he slipped the ring on your finger. “Oh my God, Joe, yes!”

He leapt to his feet and pulled you in for the kiss of a lifetime. This kiss was the seal of your promise to each other. The people around you erupted into applause. Ben whistled loudly. You and Joe came down the steps together, immediately getting hugs and kisses from your friends. But nothing else mattered when you locked eyes with Joe again. He was it for you. Your whole future. Your whole heart. Everything was just you and Joe.

[taronfanfic]

Taste So Sweet - Smutty Wednesday

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” Taron replied sheepishly, despite him being the most confident person you’d ever known. “Just thinking…”

“Dangerous move, thinking.” You mocked him as you walked around the end of the bed and climbed into your side, the novelty of even having a side still making you smile to yourself. “Is it about the new script? Have they changed much of it from the original version?”

“Yeah, quite a lot actually.” He smirked as he closed the bound papers and put them on his bedside table.  “But that wasn’t what I was thinking about.”

“Really? I thought you were going to say you were having doubts about it or something.”

“Well I am a bit, but we can talk about that later…” He not so subtly pulled his t-shirt up over his head and dropped it off the side of the bed.

“Oh, I see… they’ve added a new steamy sex scene in there and now you’ve read it you’ve got yourself all turned on.” The eye roll you gave him didn’t match your movements at all as you happily threw the covers down the bed and straddled yourself across Taron’s thighs. His fingertips were warm against your skin, teasing the tops of your hips and starting to lift your camisole pyjama top.

“I kinda wish they had, it really needs livening up.” The conversation was paused as you leant down to kiss him. It was slow at first, teasing your tongues against one another, but the impatience from Taron soon took hold. He kissed you with more force, breaking off quickly and then going in again and again to your lower lip. You placed your hands up to the side of his face and neck as you tried to calm his pace and pull back.

“Give me a second to get undressed.” You smiled softly as you backed away and lifted your top over your head.

“You taste so sweet tonight, I just wanna kiss you all over.” He sat up and held your waist as you knelt up to lower your shorts from your hips, letting his lips reconnect to your skin as he placed soft kisses to your stomach.

“Taron,” You giggled at the feel of him working his way lower down your stomach. “I’m up here.”

“The bit I’m desperate for isn’t though, so come on, get these off.” His hands joined yours and started to lower the material down from your hips. As you revealed yourself to him his eyes widened, never leaving your skin as you moved off him and discarded your shorts down your legs and off your feet.

“So who’s on top tonight?”

“Forget top and bottom, there’s only one place I’m going and that’s down.” He was quick to jump down the bed and in between your legs, eyeing up the sight of you as he decided where he wanted to start. “Unless you want to be on top? That view would be so hot… I’ve never had a girl sit on my face before either.”

“Taron!”

“What?” He licked over his lips deliberately.

“You don’t have to do this, y’know. I don’t mind.” You pulled your knees up off the bed and closed them in, blocking out the sight of his face as you hesitated.

“You don’t mind? Do you not want me to?” The concern etched across his face as he sat up and shuffled in closer to your knees was adorable.

“No, I’m just saying it’s not like I’d be missing out on anything if you didn’t want to, so don’t feel like you have to, okay?”

“I’ve been dying to do this to you all day, Y/N. You have no idea…” A soft kiss was placed to each of your knees as Taron tried to warm you back up again. “I know it’s not something we’ve got around to doing yet, so I can take it slow if you want?”

“It’s not something anyone’s done to me before.” You finally admitted as you looked away from Taron and focused on the far side of the room.

“Really!?” He replied in shock and you felt the heat of embarrassment rising to your cheeks faster than ever. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, I’m just surprised because I thought your last relationship was long term? Plenty of time for exploration.”

“It was.” You still couldn’t look at him, terrified that he would be turned off by your inexperience. “Chris was a bit funny about germs and cleanliness though, so he never wanted to go down there… not with his mouth anyway so I just thought, I don’t know, I’d take the pressure off you by giving you the choice because I don’t mind. You can’t miss what you’ve never had.”  

“Y/N… God you’re cute,” He sighed and then giggled to himself. “I really want to do this.” With that you drew your eyes back to his face and let the relief wash over you as you saw his smile. “Chris is the one who was getting married around the time we first met, right?”

“Yeah, the dickhead who cheated on me with his now wife.”

“Do you think he goes down on her?” Taron sneered and you laughed out loud at the thought.

“Not a chance!”

“And yet he still got her to agree to marry him? This isn’t something I usually ask, but was he exceptionally good in bed to make up for it?”

“He wasn’t anything special.” You shrugged back to Taron’s frown. “I don’t get it either, I know I was blinded by him because he was my first serious boyfriend but looking back, I’m actually relieved he cheated and gave me an easy way out.”

“You and me both, because he clearly never truly appreciated you. Not all of you anyway and now that pleasure is all mine.” The smirk returned to Taron’s face and had you giggling. “Please let me do this for you. I promise it’ll be amazing.”

“Go easy on me, yeah?”

“How about you go on top and then if it’s too much you can pull away. Plus that way it’ll be kinda new for both of us.”

“Alright.” You agreed as you opened your legs up and allowed Taron to move higher up your body and restart the foreplay with a slow and passionate kiss. You pulled him in against your chest as you kissed him back, teasing his open mouth with your tongue and feeling his erection start to press against your leg. He didn’t rush things though. He kept his body moving with yours, his lips and tongue teasing you, toying with you as he pulled back and waited for you to move in and kiss him again. There was something so special about him, he didn’t need to say a word and he could still charm you and leave you desperate for more.

In time he moved himself beneath you, lying flat on his back and caressing his hands up and down your bum as you straddled yourself over him.

“Come up here.” He encouraged softly as he looked up at you with the cheekiest grin you’d ever seen on him. Another kiss was left to his lips before you moved higher up the bed and Taron shuffled himself down until he was perfectly aligned beneath you. “You could suffocate me between your thighs and I would die a very happy man.”

“Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, this view is heaven already.” He reached his hands up and pulled your hips down towards his face, feeling the resistance you still held as you weren’t completely sure what to expect. “It’s ok, I’ll start slow. Just trust me.”

You closed your eyes as you went with it and felt Taron’s warm tongue connect with your skin and slide up between your folds towards your clit. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before but the tingling that erupted as he pulled back and moaned beneath you was such a good feeling that you instantly needed more.  

“That felt really good.”

“Yeah? This is going to be fun then!” Taron moved his hands from your hips to the tops of your thighs and pulled you down lower as his lips connected with you and then you felt his tongue again. He worked slow pulses against your clit, gradually getting harder and faster until his tongue was flicking across your nub with a burning speed. Your hands instinctively fell between your legs, holding yourself apart so Taron could get in more easily and the vibrations of his smug giggle only added to the pleasure.

“Oh my god.” You sighed in delight as he circled his tongue around you and then delved lower to push his way into your entrance so he could start to taste your arousal.

“Mmm, fuck that’s good.” His hand moved in to take over, slowly massaging your clit. “You good?”

“So good.” You moaned back as the pleasure continued to build in your core. “This is amazing.”

“You’re telling me, let go whenever you need to. I don’t care how many times either just enjoy it.” He reached up to get a feel of your breasts as he started to kiss you and suck gently against you and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. The throbbing inside you got stronger and you felt your thighs tense up either side of Taron’s head as he licked, kissed, sucked and teased you repeatedly. With each passing second your hips started to rock gently, your legs twitching faster as the pleasure surged up through you and you came with a soft whimpering cry. He worked over you as you enjoyed your orgasm, making sure it was a long one to really get the juices flowing. As you sat back and relished in the high, Taron took a break. He held you wide open as he lifted his neck and waited to see the clear liquid start to pool out of your entrance.

“Look at that,” He thought aloud as he waited for more. “So fucking hot.” He lapped you up without a moments hesitation, pushing his tongue higher into you and teasing all the way around to taste every inch.

“Go again, please. Taron.” You moaned his name as you moved forward onto all fours and let him take you from a slightly different angle. He started back hard and fast, desperate to get to taste more of you again. The nerves you had first time around were long gone and you started to rock your hips back and forth, circling them down against Taron’s mouth. He let out a deeper moan, vibrating up against you as he licked hard against your sensitive nub. “Fuck, Taron.” You panted out as you paused over him and felt like you were about to come again already. He engulfed you between his lips and left the lightest flicks with his tongue, feeling the familiar tension return to your thighs. You were praying he didn’t stop as it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Over and over his tongue danced around your clit and soon enough you were writhing between his grip with your eyes tightly closed and mouth instinctively open. You’d never heard yourself make such an array of noises before but you couldn’t hold anything back as your second orgasm built. As Taron switched back to slower motions, dragging the tip of his tongue up and down you lost it. His tongue delved up into you as he felt your thighs shaking and he licked against you whilst you came.

“Shit, that’s the best thing ever.” You sighed contentedly.

“Told you it’d be amazing.” Taron wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as you freed him from between your thighs and collapsed down next to him. “I still can’t get my head around how anyone would refuse to do that to you. Hearing the noises you make and feeling you lose it like that… fucking hell.” A soft bite of his lower lip told you he was replaying the scene in his mind already.

“I take it you enjoyed it too?” You teased as you ran your fingertips from his chest down over his stomach and to the solid package that was still contained by his boxers.

“So, so much. I’m amazed there isn’t already a mess in my boxers.” He grinned.

“Don’t think it’ll take long to change that.” You smirked back.

 Request: Maybe something where the reader has never experienced oral sex before. Like, her ex refused to do it. So Taron takes it upon himself to give her an experience unlike any other?

[thedragonflew]

Rekindled

It’s been two and a half months since Sweet Pea and Isabelle had broken up. Two and a half months of not feeling his touch, hearing his voice whisper her name, no smelling his signature scent of Old Spice, no helping him gel his hair and messing it up.

Two and a half months ago Isabelle was in a bad place. She felt isolated from everything and every one, like no one was there for her and no one wanted to be. That included Sweet Pea. He’d felt distant, so far that when they were together, she could reach her hand across the room and still not be anywhere near him.

Since then, she had begun to learn the basics of yoga, study healing crystal stones, focus on keeping her room plants thriving, and even writing her own stories.

Isabelle tried her best to avoid him at school. Even though it was a mutual end-of-relationship, she wasn’t comfortable being around him, even in their classes. It wasn’t like she was very close with any of the Serpents, but she missed Toni and Fangs. Though the both of them had clarified that she was always welcome to hang out with them.

Eventually, Isabelle was cast upon the crowds of Southside High as a loner. A loner was also the term that described her before Sweet Pea had Swept her off her feet. Eating in the library, detesting partner projects, walking alone in the hallways.

She did her best to avoid conflict between Serpents and Ghoulies alike, but it was almost as if they pitied her, and so they treated her like she was invisible. Isabelle wasn’t sure if that satisfied her or not.

It was a Friday morning before summer break, the last day she would have to walk past Sweet Pea in the halls until September. Isabelle pushed herself to get a shower and get dressed, choosing her favourite high waisted black skirt, and tucking in a white t-shirt. She slid on her black ankle boots and tied her long blonde hair up into a pony with a white scunchie. Yes, Isabelle thought to herself, I’ll go for my usual black and white aesthetic today.

School dragged on and on and by lunchtime, Isabelle felt the need to follow everyone else, and skip the last two classes. Everyone usually left, it’s just the fact that Isabelle didn’t know what she’d do if she actually skipped. After the bell that signalled the beginning of lunch rang, she made her way to the library and grabbed a couple of novels to take home for the summer before the librarian could notice.

She sneakily snuck them into her bag and then slyly backed out of the library, and by large mistake, into the back of someone who was standing right near the doorway.

“Watch where you’re going, fuckface.” came a growl. Isabelle turned to see that it was in fact, Sweet Pea. “Iz, sorry. You’re not a fuckface. I expected some prick that was looking to get his teeth smashed.”

“No fuckface here, just me, on a stealth mission from the library.” she shrugged, a nervous smile on her lips.

“As usual. Did you just steal books to read over summer break?” Sweet Pea asked, raising a brow.

“How did you know?” she asked, pretending to be shocked.

“I just know Isabelle Miller.” he gave a shrug.

Isabelle sighed. “And here I was, thinking I had changed so much in the last two and a half months that you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore.”

“That’s impossible, Iz. Hey, a bunch of us are meeting at the Wyrm right now for a few drinks. Want to come get a buzz on? End of school celebrations.” The tall boy grinned.

This could go one way, or another. Isabelle could choose to go home, curl up with one of her stolen books and a cup of tea, or she could tag along with the Riverdale misfits for some drinks. Well, it is summer.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you there.” she decided, immediately regretting it.

“Great, I’ll save you a seat at our table.” Sweet Pea gave her a wave and took off down the hallway, reconnecting with his group of friends.

After Isabelle was finished kicking herself in the teeth for giving in, she walked down the road to the Whyte Wyrm to meet her ex and his friends. That didn’t sound stupid or anything. In order to avoid backing out due to her anxiousness, she focused on the clicking of her heels against the pavement until she reached the Whyte Wyrm, pulling open the heavy door and making her way into the smell of cigarettes, joints and alcohol. The seventies music played in the background, bass thrumming and the crowds voices overpowering the song.

Isabelle spotted Sweet Pea sitting at a round table next to Fangs and Toni. Figuring she would only get carded and turned away for ordering a drink, she decided to just go sit without an alcoholic beverage to hold on to.

Fangs and Toni looked up as Isabelle approached the table from behind Sweet Pea, and they waved. “Hey, stranger!!” Toni called, clearly already on the booze. Sweet Pea automatically jumped up and pulled out a chair for Isabelle.

“Hey.” she replied over the music, and then nodded in thanks to Sweet Pea. “Always a gentleman.” she smiled.

“Of course.” Sweet Pea nodded back.

“Hey, Iz. Have a beer.” Fangs grabbed an unopened bottle out of his bag. Isabelle gladly accepted, knowing that the operators at the Wyrm didn’t care if you drank, you just couldn’t be sold their liquor.

“Thanks, Fangs. Get ready, it’s been a while.” Isabelle grinned and grabbed the bottle opener from Sweet Pea, flicking off the cap and taking a swig like it was orange juice.

“She’s still got it!” Toni applauded, and Isabelle pretended to bow. The pink haired girl scooted her chair closer to Isabelle’s. “I’ve missed you so much.” she wrapped her arms around Isabelle.

“Aw, T. I’ve been lacking some vitamin pink in my life.” she responded, causing Toni to burst out laughing.

“Fangs! Take me to the jukebox. I need some Led Zeppelin up in here!” Toni jumped up, as did Fangs and Isabelle watched as the two slightly tipsy Serpents made their way to the large sound system.

“Thanks for coming, Iz.” Sweet Pea said over the music, taking a drink of his own beer.

Isabelle shrugged. “It’s not like I had anything better to do.” she replied, smiling. “I missed it here.” There was once a time when the group of four had spent many an evening at the Wyrm, playing pool, dancing, getting very, very drunk.

“I missed you. I mean, we all missed you.” Sweet Pea was quick to cover up, running a hand through his hair before falling to his chest, twirling around his dog tags.

Isabelle didn’t have a chance to reply, as Toni and Fangs soon came back. The afternoon soon turned to evening, and one beer for Isabelle soon turned to six. The four were all burning out and decided to take off home.

“Thanks for the great time, guys. Need to do it again soon!” Isabelle told the group, while they all clambered out the door from the Wyrm.

“Anytime Iz, you’re my favourite and I love you.” a drunk Toni kissed her cheek, pulling back and giving her a wink. “Fangs! My noble steed. Whisk me home.” after saying goodbye to Sweet Pea and Isabelle, Fangs hauled Toni up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I’ll walk you home.” Sweet Pea smiled down to Isabelle.

“I can walk myself home, thank you very much.” Isabelle replied, causing Sweet Pea to chuckle. he could always hold his liquor better than her.

“Not in those heels, Princess.” Sweet Pea grabbed the bag she had slung over her shoulder which was weighing her down. He then wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her steady as they walked up the road. “Hey, what I said earlier about missing you, I actually meant it. I always see you alone at school, alone walking, alone everywhere and I feel like that’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Pea. I’m like a living organism that doesn’t need to travel in a pack.” she shrugged, doting on his words. Isabelle never really thought about this. “I miss you too.”

It seemed as though Sweet Pea didn’t know how to reply, and the two walked in silence until they reached Isabelle’s driveway. “Come around again, will you? We always need a fourth for pool.” he returned the bag to her shoulder, leaving goosebumps where he touched her.

“Yeah, of course. Just text me.” she smiled up to the boy who first held her heart. He smiled back, and a moment later he wrapped his arms around her, pulling Isabelle against his chest. Her old safe space. She wrapped her own arms around his waist, breathing in the old smell of him. A second later, he pulled back far enough to catch her lips in a kiss, and Isabelle was surprised to find herself kissing back.

Sparks flew as once was a burnt out flame reignited.

A/N: A new story again about Sweet Pea! He’s a huge muse for me. I’m super excited to get into this story, I can’t wait to keep sharing! Constructive criticism is welcome of course! xo B

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[intothedanvers-e]

Reconnected

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Tom Holland x latina reader

Summary: The way you two ended hurt like hell, but you couldn’t stop each other from living out your dreams. You knew it was dumb but you never wanted to erase his number from your contacts, hoping that one day he’d call you and want to meet with you again.

Author’s Note: I made myself emo writing this at essentially 2 am but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Thank you to everyone who read the prologue to this series!! I didn’t expect anyone to like it and im so glad yall did!! If youd like to be part of this taglist please let me know! If you have any feedback also please don’t hesitate in sending it to me!! I hope you guys like it!! SIDE NOTE: italics means its a text message from Tom, italics + bold is a text from y/n

Here’s my masterlist!

Prologue Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 1

You were standing at the end of a red carpet that seemed to go on forever. You swore that if Jane wasn’t standing next to you, you would’ve collapsed already. You were extremely nervous; you were an author not a famous person who was used to doing stuff like this! Before you knew it someone was passing forward a sign with your name on it and was directing you in front of the hoards of cameras. It all seemed to go by in a flash (no pun intended) because by the time you knew it you and Jane were at the other end and being escorted into the beautifully decorated ballroom.

You became overwhelmed immediately. The ballroom looked like a scene straight out of a movie; there was beautiful decorations on every table and the lighting had all been done to make the room look like it was magical. You could tell some of the decorations were inspired by the books that were nominated for awards. You walked over to a table that had your name on one of the plates and almost lost it when the centerpiece was a replica of an important stone in your book. If it weren’t for the fact that you were in a room full of your heroes, you would be in tears by now.

“I need a drink. Real bad,” you said turning to Jane who you knew was just as overwhelmed as you but did a much better job of hiding it.

“It’s in open bar. Get your drank on girl,” she said pointing to a beautiful bar that looked like it was covered in snow.

You simply nodded at her and walked to the bar, trying to keep your hands from shaking.

“Can I have a lime margarita please?”

“Coming right up.”

You smiled and looked around the room, trying not to freak out at all the amazing people that were trickling in. This was something beyond your wildest dreams. Never in your life did you ever think you’d become a published author, let alone be in a room with the worlds most spectacular writers of your generation.

“Let me guess, a lime margarita?”

The voice sounded familiar. It was almost soothing. You turned around and came face to face with none other than your ex, Tom Holland. You quickly looked around the room, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“I’d been looking for the most beautiful author in here and I finally found her,” he said taking a step closer to you and leaning against the bar.

He still made your heart flutter.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well you know, Spider-Man spends quite a lot of time reading to kids, so I got the honorary invite. Also…I wouldn’t miss you winning this award for the world.”

Hearing him say that send a mixture of nerves and warmth up your spine. You knew he meant it, there was no doubt in his mind that anyone other than you would win that award. You, on the other hand, had spent days convincing yourself there was no way in hell you were winning that award but that it was still an honor to be nominated.

“I’m glad you’re here, but I’m not winning that award. Have you seen the other nominees? People with years and years of experience. There’s no way I’m getting that.”

You looked down at your feet, suddenly realizing how badly you actually wanted it.

“Years and years of experience yet you managed to get the nomination just off of the two books you’ve written. That’s a feat in itself if you ask me.”

You turned to smile at him. You so badly wanted to hold him and kiss him. You wanted to go sit down and tell him how there hasn’t been one day where you haven’t thought of him. How you were insanely proud of all that he is now and just catch him up on everything that’s been happening in your life. You wanted it to be just like before, except with a few more years of experience gained.

You were about to say something when a woman came and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Tom froze and tried to shift his body away from you but couldn’t because of the way she was holding him.

“I’d been looking for you baby,” she said connecting her lips to his neck. She turned to you and smiled.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You grabbed your drink and walked away without saying anything. You knew this would happen, you just didn’t think you’d feel this heartbroken. You sat back down in your seat without saying another word to anyone.

The awards ceremony had begun but you were too busy trying to calm yourself down enough so you didn’t hear your heartbeat in your ears anymore. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Tom.

“Please let me explain.”

You locked your phone and put it on the table face down. It buzzed again.

“It’s not what you think.”

You put it back on the table. It buzzed again.

“It’s publicity. We’re not really dating; Marvel just wants to get some buzz going on around me.”

You finally decided to reply.

“Who’s this?”

He responded instantly.

“I know you still have my number saved Y/N. I thought about calling you a million times but could never bring myself to do it. Please let me just explain everything to you.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and set it on the table. You tried to pay attention but ultimately failed. You didn’t mind however; you were nominated for the biggest award of the night which usually meant that one was going to be dead last. You sat in your seat and messed with the beautiful dessert on the plate in front of you. Oh how one person can ruin what was supposed to be the most important night of your life. Oh and how much you hated that a guy you haven’t seen or talked to in almost 2 years could ruin it so easily.

Suddenly your phone started vibrating again, only it was a phone call. You were scared it was Tom but decided to check anyway. It was your sister. You showed Jane who was calling and she nodded as you stepped into the lobby.

“Hello?”

“SIS! HERMANA! UUUHHH MY WATER BROKE SO UUUHHH IM ON MY WAY TO THE- OH FUCK! OH MY GOD THIS SHIT HURTS!”

“What?! Samantha?!”

Someone else took the phone from your sister.

“Mija, its happening. We thought we would let you know so you could enjoy your night and look forward to meeting your niece or nephew later tonight, hopefully.”

You could hear screams from your sister.

“Later tonight?! No ma! I’m not missing my only sister giving birth to her kid! She’s not doing this without me!”

“Mija no te vas a faltar recibiendo ese premio.” “Sweetheart you’re not going to miss out on getting that award.”

Your abuela sounded so calm compared to your sister and mother.

“Abuela nothing is more important that being with you guys when that baby gets here. I’m not leaving my sister alone in there with you two crazies.”

Your abuela let out a laugh.

“But Y/N you didn’t drive, how are you going to get there?”

You froze suddenly realizing your mom was right. You and Jane had been picked up by one of the drivers the event sent for you.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll be there.”

You clicked and turned around. You jumped almost 5 feet in the air when you saw Tom standing behind you. He scared the shit out of you.

“What the fuuuck!”

“Shit sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nodded and tried to walk past him but he stopped you.

“I came in my car,” he said taking out his car keys.

You eyed him carefully.

“Look I know right now I’m the last person you want to sit in a car with, but Y/N I have a car and your sister has gone into labor so you haven’t got many options.”

“Where’s it parked?”

“The valet recognized me and put it in the first spot closest to the exit.”

You sighed and pointed toward the lobby doors.

“Lets go, my sister is about to have a fucking baby.”

The two of you sprinted toward his car and exited quickly. You texted Jane the entire situation, letting her know that if you do win for some reason to go up there and read the speech you had written on a sheet of paper in your clutch you left on the table. She was freaking out on you for leaving but she also understood. For you it was always going to be family first.

You drove in silence for a bit. Suddenly Tom spoke.

“So Samantha’s pregnant. Congrats. When did that happen.”

“No offence but that’s none of your business,” you said with your eyes glued to the road. There was a bit of traffic but you were a bit closer than your mom to the hospital so you hoped to get there in time.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words felt like he was pulling your heart out of your chest and started stomping all over it. You saw the hospital on the next street.

“You can leave me out front.”

“No offence but I may come to your advantage. I’ve come to do charity work here before, they love me. There’s no faster way of getting where you need to go than walking in there with a celebrity they love.”

You rolled your eyes, but said nothing. You knew he was right, and you didn’t want to risk missing your sister giving birth. He turned into the parking lot and pulled the window down. The parking attendant’s face lit up.

“Mr. Holland! What brings you here tonight?”

“Hey bud! So I kind of got a family member who’s just gone into labor in there and I need to get in there and to her as quickly as possible.

“Sister or a cousin or something?” he said grabbing his walkie.

“Girlfriend’s sister.”

You don’t know how but within 5 minutes you were walking into the waiting room of Labor and Delivery. You saw your aunts and cousins taking up some of the seats in the corner. Your cousins lit up when they saw Tom, they recognized him as Spider-Man. Your aunts, however, recognized him as your ex. You walked over to greet them.

“Long story. He’ll keep the kids busy. Where’s Sam?”

They pointed you to the doctor who had just walked out.

“I’m looking for Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” you said walking over to him.

“Your sister is looking for you. It’s time.”

You turned to look at Tom who gave you a reassuring smile as he was already knelt down playing with your cousins.

“Keep them busy please. And thanks.”

You turned around and walked behind the doctor.

It seemed like the longest two hours of your life. There were a few complications but you finally had a tiny, perfect baby nephew. They moved your sister in one of the rooms and because she seemed to be okay they said she could have just adults come visit her. You smiled and walked out to get your aunts.

“He’s perfect. You guys can go see him, I’ll stay out here a bit.”

The smiled and kissed you on the cheek as they walked to your sister’s room. You turned and saw all of your cousins folded in chairs fast asleep. Tom was in the middle of them, carrying your 2-year-old godson in his lap. They were both fast asleep, your godson was leaning his head against his chest and Tom had his head against the wall. Just the sight of him made you instantly fall in love with him all over again. Your stomach couldn’t stop doing cartwheels. You quickly took a picture of the sight, not making a single noise. No matter what happened between you two, you wanted this moment to last forever.

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