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uwua3 · 3 years

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something more. (home for the summer)

🍁📸 fushimi omi

summary: the mad wolf was nothing you expected, but everything you needed for the summer warnings: alcohol/drugs (mentions, no mc usage), angst, bruises, change, crying, death (mentions), graduations, kissing, motorcycles, omi's past, open ending, reunions, scars, separation, sneaking around author's note: bunnie is slowly realizing how old she's getting ;; but in all honesty, the summer of senior year is always a bittersweet feeling, knowing that everything is changing within two months or so. although it's a possibility bunnie may not write as much, or even anymore, once she enters college, she still has this time to do what she loves. i hope you may accept me for as long as you want before we eventually split. if you resonate with this feeling, please enjoy this one-shot! word count: 3,574 music: home for the summer - sara kays

WE STARTED GETTING CLOSE FRESHMEN YEAR, WHEN ALL OF OUR FRIENDS WERE SMOKING CIGARETTES AND WE COULDN’T STAND THAT SECONDHAND SMOKE SO WE’D LEAVE AND DRIVE AROUND UNTIL YOU HAD TO DROP ME OFF AT HOME They said that the big bad wolf of Sekichiku was nothing but bad news, but then why was he so warm in your arms? You couldn’t believe even when you opened your eyes. Fushimi Omi driving his motorcycle just a little slower this time, his leather jacket pressed against your cheek as the night waned. Everyone called him “Mad Wolf”, a title only fitting for the most ruthless of predators amongst the underground of your high school. Yet… how could be a wolf be so gentle? So kind? So lovely in every way?

It started with a party meant for anyone but you. You didn’t know why you decided this was the night to rebel, but it was a mistake. Instead of putting your head in the books and staying quiet in the front of the class, for once you decided to attend a gathering full of things you’ve only read about. Drinks and drugs were mixed in an unhealthy solution for failing tests, missing homework, and any other teenage problem associated with the academic system. When you found yourself outside for the chance of anything except breaking the law, the epitome of what you were avoiding showed up. Omi, in his scarred and bruised glory, quietly closed the door behind him after noticing your rigid state. When his loud boots thumped against the patio floorboards, you wondered what this looked like. A tall, strong wolf with a smile of sharp teeth and narrowed eyes staring down upon his next prey. But, when you turned to meet his amber eyes, you didn’t find a villain belonging to the fairytale of “Little Red Riding Hood”. Instead, Omi softly smiled with dull teeth and eyes that glowed underneath the golden street lamps. When he spoke, his voice healed you like a spoonful of honey, the words void of claws like you expected. “Are you okay? I noticed you’ve been outside for some time, is there anything I can do to help?” Before you shook your head, your gaze subconsciously fell upon the motorcycle chained to a fence, a helmet decorated in boyish stickers that referenced children T.V. shows made you falter. When Omi followed your line of sight, his expression gleamed with something of interest. “Ever driven on a motorcycle before?” This time, you shook your head, arms wrapped around you to keep warm before Omi offered his hand. “Let’s go then.” At your concerned expression at riding a motorcycle with one of the most infamous delinquents around, Omi exhaled through his nose, understanding your apprehension but disappointed nonetheless. It looked like he expected this sort of reaction, though it did nothing to comfort the “Mad Wolf”. “I promise, it’ll be okay. I’ll be extra careful, you have my word.” Omi had no reason to lie, not when his friends were just behind the walls doing everything that got a high schooler excited. You thought something would’ve deterred you from agreeing, like the secondhand smoke scent from Omi’s jacket or the manmade rips in his jeans. But, maybe there was something else that made you take his hand, like the worn leather bracelet you noticed Nachi also wore or the wallet of family photos peeking from his pocket. Either way, you took Omi’s hand, letting him lead you to his motorcycle. His hand was calloused and rough from the years of doing god knows what, his knuckles stained with remnants of a fight not too long ago. Yet, when he latched the spare helmet on your head, you noticed his hands smelt like flour and coffee. If you closed your eyes, it would’ve felt like a white knight leading you onto his horse despite it being the complete opposite. You sat behind Omi, unfamiliar with the position of such a vehicle. Omi checked in on you, looking over his shoulder as he searched for something in your face. Regret, embarrassment, shame, possibly. “I won’t go fast, don’t worry. But, you can still… um… hold on?” When Omi’s voice raised to a question at the end, you didn’t notice his stutter as you hid your face in his shoulder, hugging his waist. Omi’s abdomen tensed for a moment, before relaxing as he let out a deep breath. You would’ve given up anything to know what he was thinking in that moment. You didn’t have time to ask before Omi revved his engine, driving off down the pine-tree ridden road in your small town. True to his word, Omi didn’t drive like he normally did, with no regard for who saw him speeding past some rundown cop. But, Omi patiently cruised down the familiar roads, past the houses with blacked-out windows and everyone asleep. You should’ve felt scared, terrified even. But, you couldn’t. Not when the moon was bigger than ever, with a crown of stars gracing the night’s visage. Not when

this was the most daring thing you’ve ever done up until your junior year, not when the party was miles behind you, not when Omi was this caring of someone he’s never even officially met before. “Can we go a little faster?” After Omi got your confirmation you were serious, you lifted your head to watch the stars pass by in a blur. Yet, Omi’s golden gaze remained consistent, his sights drifting to your bright smile and exhilarating awe. Without realizing, your fists clenched the material of Omi’s jacket whenever a turn was made, your fingers passing over Omi’s stomach. He wondered if you could feel his heart leap whenever your breath ghosted over his already red ears. It was a hour of incoherent conversation and mumbles of nothings before you were outside of your home, your window still open from sneaking out a little while back. When Omi silently stopped, neither of you knew what to do. You didn’t want to let go, nor did you want to accept the best night of your life was suddenly over. Omi turned, both of you much closer than before. His eyes carried the aura of the stars, his smile as consistent as the moon. Fushimi Omi was made of whatever made the night worth staying up for. You never wanted to sleep again. “Can I see you again?” And again, and again, and again. Omi nodded, at a loss of words for some reason. When you gave back his helmet, your hands brushed and you nearly dropped it from the sheer feeling alone. Omi was too considerate to act like he noticed, so he bid you goodbye—I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?—as you disappeared inside. He didn’t leave until he saw you wave from your room, to which he waved back with a twinkle in his eye. When Omi drove away, both of you let out a breath, hands over your hearts at what could’ve been something more. Only time would tell what happened next. SWEAR THAT WAS YESTERDAY, BUT IN TWO WEEKS, I’LL BE MOVING SOUTH AND YOU’D BE MOVING TO A TOWN THAT I HAD NEVER HEARD OF I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME, WHY DID I EVER WANT TO GROW UP? It almost felt like yesterday that everything was so much more simple. When friends didn’t die, when the burden of college didn’t weigh you down, when change didn’t come in the form of extremities. At least one thing stayed the same: Omi and his starry eyes and his moonlit smile. Though, that’s dimmed ever since Nachi. Omi didn’t wear his leather jacket anymore, instead letting you keep it when the evenings got cold for the summertime. He must’ve washed it a thousand times over; you didn’t know if it was because of you or the memories attached to it. Either way, Omi was beginning to stop staring when you showed up in his jacket, the only thing left of his past he’s been trying to erase. A year had passed since the party, but it felt like nothing. It felt like all those nights of stargazing, constellation-finding, and moon-chasing became blurred together, a collage of being alive with someone you had just met. Now, Omi was more than a friend, he was your best friend, a soulmate, maybe something more. Omi’s loud steps remained the same, though he was more quiet this time on the roof. You two laid next to each other, hands getting closer and closer before someone pulled away last second. The summer days passed in a haze, nothing particularly exciting until the sunsets onward, where you two knew exactly what to do. Everything was quiet when it came to being with Omi past midnight, except the unsteady beats of your hearts when the possibility of something more shined. Despite that, it was quiet, something both of you longed for during the day. “Do you ever think about what the stars will look like at Yosei?” When you asked, Omi slightly frowned, as if he forgot he was moving to the heart of Veludo Way in just two weeks time. After careful consideration of your curiosity, Omi stretched his arms, resting his head upon them as he seemed to search for something. He always did that, Omi never thought anything was simple.

“No… they won’t look like they do now, I suppose. It won’t be the same.” Without you there by my side, both of you ignored the unsaid words that came with the statement. You nodded, knowing you felt the same way. Veludo Way was a distant world away, Yosei University was taking your Omi away. Light years away. “How have your brothers reacted to the news?” At that, the tension that was ebbing away at the conversation eroded, and Omi’s light came back as usual. Omi ran his free hand through his hair, smiling at some distant memory he wanted to share with you. “Not any good, that’s for sure. Kai & Gaku can’t imagine Pops waking them up since I always did. It’s gonna be a big adjustment for them to actually take responsibility of their own lives.” Although Omi rolled his eyes, he did so fondly whenever he thought about his two younger brothers. You knew he was immensely proud of the young men they’ve been growing into, it was a sense of pride that he had instilled inside him ever since you’ve met him. Ever since you saw those faded stickers still on his helmet, you knew who placed those. “Of course, a life without you isn’t worth imagining.” Shit. You meant to say it lightheartedly, but it came out heavier than expected. With that, a quietness settled between you two, both of you trying to find the right words for the occasion of leaving each other. “You’ll be fine without me, I know it.” But, I don’t like it like that, selfishly enough. I know you’ll be better than ever, but I wish… When a shooting star passed out of the corner of your eye, you pointed it out with the same junior-year awe as if this was your first life. Omi was glad to know the news was right; the meteor shower of the season was tonight, as if it was a last hurrah before both of you left this small town for good. “Make a wish!” I wish we had more time. Despite the wish pulling on his heart strings, Omi turned his head, your side profile greeting him with a smile. The stars were reflected in your eyes, and Omi wondered what a sunrise would look like. It was too late now. “Let’s see a sunrise together when summer comes around, okay?” You nodded, turning and seeing the moon. You didn’t make a wish, not when you had everything you wanted right in your sight. Omi took your hand again, and it was softer than last time he offered it. Omi brought your conjoined hands to his lips, murmuring something about a promise before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You missed the final shooting star of the night, instead you saw it pass in Omi’s gentle eyes as he leaned in. “Thank you for the summer, my lucky shooting star.” You thought of a wish as Omi kissed you. I wish we were something more. YOU SAID YOU’LL SEE ME WHEN WE’RE HOME FOR THE SUMMER WE WON’T HAVE TO WORK SO WE’RE GONNA DO WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANNA ‘CAUSE WE KNOW THAT ONE DAY, WE’LL BE GONE FROM EACH OTHER Despite only being a year away, your hometown almost felt unfamiliar. New employees manned the typical shops you used to frequent, a new graduating class was celebrating, and overall, people were now older. But, Omi didn’t change. Not with his singular scar on his cheek, his eyes lighting up when he sees you, his warm touch when he hugs you. You heard his bag drop at his front door first before feeling his arms hug you, his words comforting as you two embrace after so, so long. “Welcome home.” You greeted him back, the words sticking to your skin like a sheen layer of sweat that always came with the incoming summer heat. Home… was it your traditional suburb with kids playing in the street and a generation of the same mailmen home? Or, was it something else? You felt Omi wrap his arm around your shoulders, his muscle as present as ever as he guided you to visit his family, the brothers happily welcoming you both into the Fushimi household. Home was Omi, that was all. You exhaled, bending down to ruffle Kai’s hair and praise Gaku for how big he’s gotten. After you politely greeted Omi’s father, to which he harrumphed and insisted you had to call him by his name at this point, you knew this

was home as well. Home for Omi, and due to the open hearts of the Fushimi boys, home for you, too.

You found yourself in Omi’s bedroom, something you weren’t familiar with. It was still clean, organized, and full of warm tones upon black walls, surely something attempting to cover his past delinquent days. As the door clicked close, Omi gently tugged you onto his bed beside him, bringing out his gaze reserved only for you. You didn’t hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder, feeling at ease. Omi took your hand, his grip careful but verging onto desperation. As if being away from you for so long had taken everything in him. You knew that wasn’t true by any means, but Omi’s shuddering breath and hand squeeze tried to say otherwise. When you cupped Omi’s face, he relaxed in your touch, leaning into your hands as he looked down on you; you could tell Omi was a bit embarrassed to let you see how emotional he was getting at the reunion. You didn’t expect a man who’s life was rough around the edges to have the most sincere of hearts, but Omi was always like this. Always gentle, always kind, always gentle in every way. “I missed you, too.” When you said those words, Omi moved forward as if making up for lost time, both of you falling upon the bed in a heap of giggles and whispers. It was everything but I love you because that would change everything, something neither of you needed during this time. Instead, a combination of I hope summer lasts forever and I could only think of you when it was a full moon that filled the room of someone you wish you had knew sooner. WE’LL HAVE LIVES IN TWO DIFFERENT SUBURBS WE’LL HAVE FAMILIES WITH DIFFERENT LOVERS BUT FOR NOW, I KNOW I’LL SEE YOU WHEN WE’RE HOME FOR THE SUMMER It was the first night you had spent in your own bedroom before a knock sounded on your window. When you sleepily opened your eyes, Omi’s figure was illuminated by the moon, his eyes still warm of starlight despite being shadowed. You hurried to unlatch the window to let him in, not bothering to question how he managed to sneak to your room so silently. Although busting into each other’s room wasn’t an impossibility, it was only on rare occasions that you two ever encroached on such intimate territory. Though, neither of you were in high school anymore. Perhaps, it was different now. “What time is it?” You mumbled, your helping hand lingering longer than one would expect of a friend. Omi didn’t mind, he never did, as he looked around for something. When Omi located his jacket still hung around your desk chair, he wrapped it around your shoulders as the chilly breeze entered through the open window. “Time to fulfill our senior year promise. Ready?” You didn’t think twice and followed Omi outside of the window, knowing at this point you’d trust him with your life. Omi knew your backyard like the back of his hand as he avoided setting any sprinklers or devices off, not needing your guidance. You watched his broad back attempt to fit through small spaces, it took everything in you not to laugh at how ridiculous all of this was. Sneaking around like there was still curfew in place, as if both of you weren’t legally adults. By now, Omi had reserved his spare helmet only for you, meaning it was second nature for him to close the clasp snugly. Although this time, his eyes melted at the sight of you, as if in disbelief you were standing in front of him after all of this time. Tiredly, you rested your head against Omi’s shoulder as he made sure you were situated in the back of his motorcycle, something he had left at home. Omi drove off, the speed just right so that it’d blow your hair back the way you liked it. Despite being on the vehicle a countless number of times, it still took your breath every time of how fortunate you were. You tightly hugged his waist, wondering if he could feel the butterflies against your ribcage. Before you could ask why both of you were up so early, Omi parked in the same spot as always when things became a bit much.

It was off closer towards the woods, where a picnic area besides the lake still had the same paint from a decade ago. The grass tickled your ankles as you hopped off, admiring the calm waters before a bird chirped. At that, Omi walked up beside you, his footsteps always loud in your presence. A softer hand gently held onto your chin, forcing you to look up. You noticed the water reflecting the sky first as hues of orange and blue dominated your vision. It was the first sunrise you’ve been awake for, and you were sharing it with the man of the night himself. But, when you glanced at Omi, you realized he wasn’t just made of stars and moonlight. The sunrise emphasized the warmth of his eyes even more as a golden glow surrounded his happy smile. Omi was everything worth staying up for, everything from the sunrises to the sunsets and more. I love you, you wanted to say but didn’t. It would change everything, it would mean that the possibility of “something more” could become “nothing”. You couldn’t, neither could Omi. Perhaps… this was all it ever could be. YOU’VE BEEN BUSY, THAT’S OKAY I STILL CAN’T WAIT TO BE HOME FOR THE SUMMER When you had driven off back to your college, the first text from Omi was reminiscent of a simpler time, where kissing on rooftops was the most thrilling thing you’ve ever done. “I’ll see you next summer, okay?” It made you pull over and rest your forehead against the wheel, keeping your eyes closed as you felt like the sun was too bright. It was still too hot, the clouds were too big, the sky too blue. It was too much, too far away from Omi who was heading the other direction. You wished your head was resting against Omi’s shoulder as he drove a little more over the speed limit underneath the moon and stars. You wished the sun was beaming onto both of you after witnessing its earliest hours. You wished you were with Omi for every moment in between the best memories of your life. Summer was such a cruel concept, a promise that could be taken away at any time. I wish we had more time, you thought, knowing there was nothing else you could do. Omi put his phone in his pocket, knowing it was time to leave after seeing you off. Life was so uncertain, it’s as if both of you knew this was the last summer you two would share before even more things changed. But, despite only having three or so years, it didn’t feel like enough. If only he told you he loved you at that sunrise, if only he didn’t just kiss you without explaining what it meant, if only he could drive you around for just a day longer. If only… I wish we were something more, Omi thought, but it was for nothing. I love you, you typed but put your phone in your pocket. The possibility of something more became nothing.

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vanillann · 4 years

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all too well (sirius black x f.reader)

sorry i’ve been in a sirius mood lately!!

inspired by “all too well” by taylor swift

word count: 3.0k (i went crazy)

warning: swearing, a small metion of sirius mother beating him (it’s barely mentioned), and ANGST

“Black! Potter!”

Slughorn turned to the two laughing fools, each closing their mouths but small giggles managed to make it through the side of their lips.

“That’s it! Black move to sit with (L/N) and Evans will sit with Potter.”

Lily's face dropped from beside me, grabbing her book and giving me sorry eyes. She had a feeling Black wouldn’t be much better than Potter.

Both boys face lit up, Black grabbing his belongings and running to the seat beside me.

“Morning (L/N),” Black muttered, throwing his books to the table and turning to give Potter a thumbs-up behind Lily's hair.

“I think you might be a little too excited.”

“This is his chance,” Black finally turned from the two and let his head fall to lay on the wooden desk.

“Do you understand what he’s saying?”

“Nope,” I looked at the boy, a smirk playing at his lips as he slowly picked up his head.

“You’re telling me you weren’t paying attention?”

“Yep,” I popped the “p” giving a sarcastic smile before flipping through the pages of the book.

“I thought you were a goody-two-shoes.”

“You thought wrong.”

He looked to me with a little smirk, this quill passing between his fingers.

“Where have you’ve been all my life?”

“Sirius!”

I laughed as I felt my body collapse into the Black Lake, my body dripping in freezing water. I let myself sink further down, playing a prank on him as he waited for me to come back up.

I heard his voice muffled like he was calling my name but I couldn’t tell as I held my breath a little longer. I was about to break the surface when I saw his body dive into the water. I let his arms wrap around me as he pulled me up, my smile bright as soon as I reached the top. I took a few heavy breaths as he searched my face for god knows what.

“That wasn’t funny,” he mumbled, his arm still wrapped around me.

“It was hilarious,” I smiled, kicking off his leg and floating back to the rocks where our robes and my scarf laid. I turned, pulling myself out the water onto the rocks, Sirius at my side in seconds.

“You’re evil, vile even.”

I watched the water drip from his long dark locks, my eyes so fixated on it I didn’t notice him messing with my scarf until he turned around with him wearing it. The bright green color was wrapped around his neck, one I had found at a shop years ago but it suited him better than I ever could.

“Hand it to me?” I held my hand out waiting for the scarf but it never came.

“It’s mine until you learn to behave,” he spoke with a cocky grin, hiding the yarn behind his back as I stood up reaching for it. He ducked my hand, laughing at my bored face.

“Sirius gave it back,” I reached again but this time became closer to me, letting his lips rest on mine. My head started spinning but I quickly let my lips mold with his, my scarf long forgotten at this point.

“Oi, he did it!”

I slowly took my lips from him, looking over to the castle to see the other three of his little group waving at us, Lily standing beside Remus and James with a little smile playing at her lips.

“I’m afraid we’ve been caught, love.”

“Look at it!”

Sirius spun around in the center of the small apartment, his arms wide as he looked to the dirty walls and what looked to be a bloodstain on the floor.

“I see,” I spoke lightly, careful not to bust his ego in the moment.

“It’s three minutes from Moony, five minutes from Wormtail, and a direct Floo to Prongs,” he spoke with a little giggle, running up to my side and wrapping his arm around my shoulder with a kiss to the side of my face.

“It’s something,” I still couldn’t get over the bloodstain in the carpet and what looked to be a knife stuck in the wall little ways over.

“I know it’s a mess, but it just needs love like I did.”

I looked up at him, admiring the way he looked to the way with shiny new eyes. He always was much better at these things, the optimism of the relationship.

“Yeah, he can get a nice couch-” I pointed to the wall with the small curve in it.

“An L-couch, I looked it up cause I know you like sitting in corners. It can be blue, I like blue couches,” he skipped to the wall I pointed at, letting his hands run over the paint.

I smiled at his excitement and the way he knew the little things about me that I barely knew of myself.

“I like that,” I set my bag to the side and slowly walked up beside him.

“I think we should do black walls because one day you’ll have my last name and we need to keep the same energy,” he spoke as if the idea of marriage wasn’t some crazy idea.

“You want to share a last name?”

“Why of course, why else would I have stuck with you this long?”

He smiled down at me, that same cocky smile from those days at Hogwarts still played at his lips.

“Well, we have a war on th-”

“No talk of war in our new apartment,” he held a finger up to my lips, smiling as he turned to me and slowly backed me up til my back hit the wall.

“I-”

“Hush now, let’s look at where I’ll be living with the love of my life,” he turned back to my side and opened his arm to the room.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst with him.

“Look at these Polaroid!”

James came running around the corner, the pickles Lily asked for nowhere to be seen as he carried a box with stickers on it.

“Oi, blimey,” Peter jumped up, grabbing the box from James and opening it to see a box full of muggle Polaroid they’ve been taking since first year.

“It’s Sirius when he got glasses,” Remus held a Polaroid of Sirius sitting on his bed in his dorm with square-shaped glasses sitting on his nose.

“You wear glasses!” I reached for the photo, Sirius jumped for it but Remus held it back until my fingers were close enough to grab.

“That was second year,” he reached around me for it but I turned closer to Lily and her baby bump to look over the photo better.

He looked horrible mad, which made sense. I looked to the bottom that wrote ‘Sirius Nerd Phase’ and a small giggle fell past my lips.

“They’re for reading!” He finally got the photo from between my fingers, shoving it in his coat pocket most likely to burn.

“I found (Y/N) and Sirius when he brought her to the dorm,” James held up, showing Lily as I leaned over to get a look. I had all of Sirius's blankets wrapped around my body as Sirius had a pillow he was using as a blanket while he sat staring at me.

“You still steal the blankets,” he whispered in my ear, the smirk obvious in his voice as I smiled at the sight.

“I can’t help it, you fell in love with a blanket theft.”

“Whooo!”

I held my hands reach to the air in the convertible James let us borrow for the trip downtown. I heard Sirius giggle from beside me as we drove down the street with a smile across my face.

“I love this car, think James will want it back?” I turned to Sirius who was watching me as his eyes filtered back to the road every so often to make sure no cars came out of nowhere.

“He’ll sell it soon with the baby but I don’t think I can give my dear motorcycle up love,” he spoke gently, like you would when telling a baby no to the candy in the store.

“So you don’t want to see this image for the rest of your life?” I lifted my eyebrows at him while giving a great big smile.

“Trust me it’s drawn into my brain forever,” he reached over waiting for a kiss, the car still flying through the air as he waited for me. I reached for him but my eyes filtered to the bright red light not far above us.

“Red light!”

Sirius looked up, slamming on breaks as soon as he saw it. A giant truck flew past us as soon as the car stopped, I felt my hand reach for my heart as I let my breathing steady out.

“Sorry love wasn’t paying attention,” he mumbled out, guilt-filled. I only nodded and let myself calm from the almost accident.

“We definitely can keep this car.”

“Shit!”

I slammed my hand to the table, my eyes watering at the thought of the last meeting, knowing Lily and James and Alice and Frank were now going into hiding to be safe.

“Love?”

Sirius walked into the kitchen, his eyes soft for the first time in months. With the war coming up the trust he had in everyone was slowly dissipated and he felt far away so seeing him look at me with emotions felt weird.

“Hey, sorry,” I let my thumb wipe my tears, looking at the clock that read 3:28 and I felt bad for waking him up with my sniffling and anger.

“It’s fine,” he slowly walked around the counter, watching me as I turned to the fridge and opened the door to look at the empty box of cold air.

“I’ll be quiet,” I mumbled back when I felt his arms wrap around me, I was amazed as he barely touched me anymore.

“Come to bed, yeah?”

“In a minute,” I still couldn’t bring myself to sleep and I knew he’d watch me until I did.

He waited with his arms still around my waist, a small tune humming between his lips when he started swaying.

“Sirius-”

“Dance with me like we did when I proposed,” he whispered gently in my ear, bringing a shiver up my spine at how cold his breath was. I thought about it for a minute before turning in his arms and letting him sway us side to side.

When I felt tears reach my eyes I buried my head into his collar bone, small chuckles rubbed his chest.

“Stop acting as I’ve never seen you cry.”

“You act weird when I do,” my voice was muffled on his skin and I felt his gon ridge for a second before he calmed down.

“Hate to see you cry is all.”

Nothing was said as the only light that filled the room was from the fridge as we swayed back and front until I slowly fell asleep in his arms.

“Oh don’t go there!”

Sirius pointed a nasty finger at my chest, his once warm grey eyes cold as they color itself.

“I wouldn’t have too if you started trusting someone once in a while,” I felt the anger in my chest bubble but attempted to stay calm for his sake.

“Remus is a werewolf for crying out loud-”

“You act as he asked for it!”

He let his finger drop, his eyes full of hurt as he watched me.

“You’re sleeping with him,” his voice wasn’t even a question like he knew the answer.

“Oh my Merlin Sirius, no I’m not sleeping with your best mate-”

“James is my best mate, Remus is a traitor,” he mumbled the words, looking at me with wild eyes.

“He’s not a traitor, we don’t know who the mole is yet!”

“Oh my you are sleeping with him,” he dropped the paper that was once rolled in his hand to the floor and let his finger run through his hair.

“I’m not sleeping with him, I haven’t slept with anyone in months because apparently you don’t want to touch me anymore,” I felt the anger overflow with each word, tired of all these stupid fights were kept having.

“Oh so you’re horny so you sleep with him,” he spat out the words like venom, slowly walking closer to me with each word.

“Stop talking about him like that! He’s been your best friend for years even when you lost everything he stood right there and you’re going to backstab him? What are you going to do to me?”

I was roaring with anger, stepping closer to me with each step I took as I looked to him with anger.

“Is your plan to get me pregnant and run? Maybe ruin my reputation in the wizarding world with my dirty secrets?”

“Shut up (Y/N)-”

“Gonna beat me like mommy did you,” I wished I had stopped talking at that moment but it was too late.

“Get the hell out of this house.”

I didn’t fight, turning to grab my coat and ran out the door. I slammed the door and looked to the wall outside, my breath heavy as I ran to the phone box to call Remus, hoping for a place to stay.

“Merlin.”

I sat on Remus' bed, my eyes heavy as I read the letter in my hand from Sirius.

Dear (L/N),

I revoke my proposal, please send the ring back as it’s a family heirloom and has no business in a nasty hag finger-like yours.

From, you should know unless you have multiple proposals

Remus sat beside me, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder with sad eyes as he read the letter himself.

“I’ve sent three letters apologizing and I even went to him himself,” I spoke with a shaky voice, slowly dragging the ring from my finger as I read the letter again just to make sure it was his handwriting and this wasn’t a cruel prank from James.

“Stakes are high right now, once this war is over he’ll be waiting for you.”

I tried to listen to his words but all I could focus on was the fact that all that love we once shared was fake like it wasn’t real anymore.

“I’m sorry about the bite, I was aiming for the rat.”

Sirius had the red-headed boy arm around him as he helped carry him from the shake.

“Hey, Moon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you’ve spoken to- uhm her?”

Remus was taken aback by the question, as he never thought he’d speak about the two in the same sentence ever again.

“After the Order broke she left for the states, haven’t spoken since.”

Sirius said nothing as they reached the end of the tunnel, sitting the boy down before looking to the Black Lake quickly. His heart broke as he knew that they'd kissed moons ago.

“Maybe you can write her-” Remus' voice sounded far away as he walked to the edge to look to the castle, where he’d meet everyone who ever meant something to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the air, hoping to carry his voice to the state for her to hear because she deserves that much.

“Wow.”

Harry sat in amazement as I finished the many stories from Remus and I about his godfather, waiting in his empty house for the rest of the Order to arrive.

“He was on a trip,” I spoke in a cracked voice, Remus rubbing my knee as the emotions started hitting me. If only I came back a year earlier I could have seen him one last time, maybe I’d save him or maybe we’d run away together.

“He always knew what to say, you know.”

Remus picked up, sharing a few stories he felt Harry should know for the sake of the missing piece of him.

“He loved wearing another sweater,” Remus laughed at the distant memories when I fell into a loud fit of giggles.

“I never got that stupid scarf back, that bright green one with the flowers from the Black Lake,” I spoke most to Remus as he would remember it better than Harry.

“Green scarf?”

I nodded, smiling at his pleased face when he turned around with it hanging from his neck like a fashion show. Harry stood up quickly for where we sat on the floor, running to the cupboard under the stairs and looking through a box.

I couldn’t see what was in his hand until he turned back to the once-living room with it in his hand.

I felt my hand fly to my mouth, looking at that stupid scarf that Harry held between his fingers, still as bright as the day he stole it from me.

“It has something on it,” Harry walked to us, holding the scarf to me which I was scared to touch. The smallest piece of me hoped that touching it would bring him back like his soul was stuck to it or something.

I took the soft material from his hands, my brain working a mile a minute as I looked to the rolled-up letter that was pinned to the bottom of the scarf.

I quickly unpinned it, taking the parchment in-between my own fingers and read over the words that looked rushed.

Dear Goody Two Shoes,

You learned how to behave so I thought best to stick to one of my promises to you. I also returned the ring because it doesn’t fit on anyone’s finger as it did on yours, you were never a hag. Enjoy this photo and you better never show it to a soul.

From, Your Love

I felt tears stream down my face, looking at the old ring that was taped to the bottom of the parchment with the Polaroid of his beside it.

“Oh Merlin Rem, he kept it all,” my voice was strained as I spoke, Remus moved to sit beside me and brought me to his side.

Oh, Merlin, I remembered it all too well.

im horrible at angst so i’m sorry this is kinda a mess

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#harry potter x reader #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader

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peakyxtommy · 4 years

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Finn Cole As A Dad...

Summary: Finn Cole As A Dad

Requested: By Anon

“Y/C/N” = Your Child’s Name

A/N: This was so enjoyable writing, made me soft, and I got too carried away. Photos from Pinterest. Enjoy!

This man would be the sweetest dad ever

He’d be so helpful and supportive during your pregnancy

You’d tell him the news by cooking his favorite meal and a gift bag given during his favorite dessert

“What’s all this love? Not my birthday or did I forget something?”

“Nope, I just have some good news to share.”

“Well, come on then. Buzzing in my seat.”

He’d open the gift bag to a positive pregnancy test, a little onesie, and a t-shirt saying “Dad to be”

His blue eyes would meet yours with tears of joy and excitement “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.” He hugs you so tight (it hurts to breathe for a second) and spins you around in the kitchen and pressed so many little kisses all over your face

The first appointment where you get to have photos and hear the baby’s heartbeat would be nerve wrecking and exciting at the same time

It would be a surreal moment for you both, both with tears in your eyes, just mesmerized by the screen in front of your eyes

After the appointment you would stop by the store and get a photo frame to place the photo in your home

You tell your family when the time was right and they’d all be so happy and excited for you both. You’d give them all t-shirts with different sayings on them

He’d help you through morning sickness, rub your sore feet, and indulge in your cravings, run you hot baths to sit in alone or with him enjoying his company and he would rub your back as well

He’d be the handyman around the house - he’d do a great job baby proofing the house, setting up the crib and bookshelf in the nursery, and would hand make a wooden rocking chair for the baby

If you get in a tiff with one of your mood swings, he would try to bite his tongue or just give you space or comfort you when either one of you needed to apologize

If you were sad or emotional about your changing body, he would always find a positive, or soothe your worries or concerns

Reminding you of how much he loves you and how good his wife looks carrying his baby

You would spend time writing a list down of names for the baby

He would be excited the first time he felt the baby kick and hands would be all over your bump when relaxing on the couch or laying in bed together

When you sleep his hand would always find a way to touch your bump and he would spend time talking to the baby

He’d be over protective and it would annoy you but you knew he meant well

“Babe, don’t bring the groceries in, I got it” or “don’t lift that it’s too heavy”

Sometimes you would let him have his way, other times you would respond

“Oi, I’m carrying the lightest thing possible” or “I’m only pregnant, I’m still capable of doing (said activity).

He'd do his best with his busy schedule to make sure he comes to all the appointments and would come with you to Lamaze class

He’d take the most photogenic photos of the whole process

Your and his mum would throw you a baby shower

Once you have the baby, he would be in total dad mode from the start

Making sure everyone’s hands were clean before touching the baby

Making sure everyone was holding the baby properly

When it was time to go home he would drive slow on the whole way

“Babe, you can go faster than 20 mph, we’ll be okay back here”

“Just being safe, I’ve got more precious cargo with me now.” He winks at you through the rear-view mirror

When you both get home, he opens the door, “Welcome home little “Y/C/N”

Time to meet your “siblings” as the dogs come rushing with excitement to see you both and see what you brought home

You would take the baby around the house, giving them a tour

It would hit you both late at night when you’re both in bed with the baby sleeping in a bassinet on your side of the room, that you’re both parents

“I can’t believe we’re parents. That we created that little being. I’m so filled with love and even more in love with you.” His blue eyes meet yours with such a softness and fondness to them. You swear you couldn’t be luckier to be married to him.

“Can’t believe it either. There’s no one I would rather have children with. You’re my one and only, honey.” You press your lips to his slow and sweet for a few moments enjoying this time together.

If you had a daughter, she’d be the biggest daddy’s girl, and would mimic him in the cutest of ways

If you had a son, he’d be a momma’s boy, and look similar to Finn (their baby photos would look exactly the same)

Definitely the scrapbooking and video recording parents

You’d be the family with 3 dogs and a big tank of fish

The family with car decals on the cars of the entire family and the stickers of the kids achievements (honor roll stickers)

He’d be the sports (Huge football(soccer) fan/Rugby/Baseball) and outdoor adventure dad (Fishing/Camping/Hiking)

but also help his kids appreciate literature, art, and older music styles

He’d support his kids in whatever it was that they wanted to do and who they want to be (unconditional love and support)

He’d do his best to be at their important events or activities, would be the loud parent of the crowd praising on their child, would bring the video camera to film

He’d be the fun dad but would teach his kids value and important lessons of life

He make sure they had an appreciation for hard work and wouldn’t spoil them too often

I think he would have at least 4 kids coming from a big family

#finn cole imagine #finn cole #finn cole x reader #j cody #j cody imagine #animal kingdom tnt #michael gray #michael gray imagine #michael grey x reader #imagine

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closedafterdark · 4 years

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Simulation

Berry Good Johyun x Male Reader

4747 words

Categories: oral, handjob, mutual masturbation, swallowing

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Pow. Pow.

The sound of targets being hit.

There were four stalls in the target range, each individually marked. Three were empty, only number 2 was being used.

"I did good, right?

"An angelic voice brings you back to your senses. The young woman had finished aiming the BB gun at a target, knocking it over as if it was a prize at a carnival. She was bent over the stall, the leggings she wore fully displaying her powerful looking thighs, baby making hips and a firmly sculpted butt. It was evident she was blessed with curves in all the right places. Her leggings seemingly fitting her like a glove. If you weren't in a public place, you would spank her butt as hard as you can.

"Fresh clothing service" the back of her hoodie read. An appropriate thing to be printed on you thought, imagining all the things you would want to do to her that would require said services afterwards.

The highlighter hoodie she wore ended at her midriff, showing off her beautiful milky skin and just the tiniest bit of love handles. Not that you cared, you preferred a girl with meat on her bones. As she turned around, her cute belly button came into view. It was a ridiculous thought to have, but it really was cute.

Shiny straight black hair flowed through the air like a waterfall as she fully faced you. Although she had the body of a goddess, her smile was the most beautiful thing about her. No makeup or blemish was tarnishing her flawless skin. Her under eye skin was prominent, brightening her overall look and making her seem even more youthful. There was just something about her that made you believe she was the most beautiful woman alive.

"Oppa, do you want a turn?" she says to you, smiling brightly as she turns around and readies herself to shoot again. You wonder how fortunate enough you were that you found yourself into this situation.

Before you know it, you find yourself in a front of a pool table. Compared to the brightly lit shooting range, this place had painted walls and more ambient lighting that contrasted the shooting range's white walls. The walls were painted a more mellow gray color, with people depicted on it. This place felt cozy and familiar.

You find your girlfriend putting some last minute touches by lathering the tip of her pool stick with cue chalk. She hums in satisfaction before blowing some of the excess chalk into the air. The not so subtle innuendo of it was clear to your brain. It was the same beautiful smile she had after she gave you permission to cum from edging you for hours. Blowing the excess chalk was the more innocent way of saying she finished swallowing you and used her tongue to lick up the straggler droplets from your urethra.

As she sat on top of the side of the pool table, you saw she had a new outfit on, one that gave an even better look at her magnificent S line body. At this point you assumed she owned nothing but skin tight clothing. The cherry red dress she wore matched the color of her fingernails. The dress barely covered her butt, exposing the creamy thighs that were wrongfully imprisoned in the leggings she wore earlier. Although you considered yourself to be a man who prefers ass on a female, you were never one to say no to a nice rack, especially one on a woman as beautiful as your girlfriend. You enjoyed fondling them like a toy whenever you got the chance, sometimes to your girlfriend's annoyance since you would do it whenever she was busy. Other times you used them as a soft pillow when the two of you would watch movies. But one newfound kink you truly enjoyed was finding out your girlfriend was lactating. She wasn't pregnant, yet, but one night during sex, you sucked on her nipple and discovered she was able to secrete the sweet liquid. You had consumed much of her pussy juice during your relationship, but her breast milk was a game changer. You were salivating at the thought of ripping her dress off and kissing every square inch of her body.

Seeing that beautiful smile on her face once more, she readies herself to shoot. You thought to yourself a lot of shooting has been done today. Shooting at the target range, shooting a round of pool, and who can forget, shooting a giant load on her face in the bathroom this morning. The last one having been your favorite of the three so far. As your girlfriend angles her pool stick for a shot, your view is transported across from her, seeing that she only has one ball left to shoot before she wins. The pool stick's tip coming in and out between her fingers is another innuendo of what you plan on doing to her tonight. One swift forward motion of the pool stick hits the cue ball towards the only other ball left in play.

Click.

Your camera registers the shot you just took of your girlfriend drinking a bottle of beer while simultaneously posing for the camera. As you admire the photo you have just taken, you find yourself in a bar that's seen better days. Stickers of various foreign beers and logos litter the black wall behind your girlfriend. The ceiling intentionally designed to look like it had been damaged by water and exposed. The tables next to you were empty, there couldn't have been more than five customers in total.

You weren't planning on coming here, as your favorite bar that your friend Jennie Kim owned was a few blocks away, but the aroma of food being carried through the wind caused your girlfriend to immediately exclaim she was hungry. Besides, how could you say no to your girlfriend asking so sweetly and explaining that the fried foods here were to die for. If that wasn't enough, she immediately became naughty by whispering in your ear, promising to do most of the work during sex tonight as an incentive.

"Ahhh, delicious~" she exclaims in delight as she feels the alcohol buzz in her system slightly before putting the beer down and staring at you with that smile you fell in love with, curling her fingers and placing her hand under the right side of her chin. You bring your hand up and gently caress her left cheek, her body responding by leaning into your hand, kissing it gently. It always warmed your heart seeing your girlfriend happy.

Today must've felt like a red day for her as she was wearing yet another red outfit, this time resembling something that you would describe as "shiny red velvet". Although it was looser than the previous two outfits, you believed she made anything she wore look amazing.

"I'm more of a soju girl, but sometimes a nice beer really hits the spot" she says.

"I'm more of an ass type of guy, but sometimes your tits really hit the spot" you reply, imitating her look back at her.

She gasps and pretends to be shocked, softly hitting your shoulder.

"Babe!"

The two of you laugh and enjoy each other's company, feeding each other fries and talking about how her modeling gigs have been going.

Before long, you find yourself outside of a still active phone booth at the entrance of the bar, your girlfriend fascinated by it as she has never seen one before. Various stickers are seen on the windows. As the door opens, a blur of hair goes by as your girlfriend opens the door, happy that you were waiting for her. You snap another candid photograph, wanting to preserve this image of her forever. She is surprised at first, by the flash of the camera, but smiles again before heading to you and giving you a hug.

"Let's go home now, baby" she says softly.

You sling her purse on your shoulder as she lets go of you, taking your hand and intertwining it with hers. You look at her and smile, she responds by smiling with her eyes before tiptoeing to give you a kiss.

The night was still young as the two of you drove home. There weren't many cars on the road during this time as it was a weeknight and most people would be starting their days early. Your girlfriend stared at the window, the light from the posts illuminating her face momentarily as you two passed through the bridge. Even though it was dark, the water was calm.

As the ringtone played from the front door being opened, both of you finally return home after a long day, taking off your shoes and heading into the living room. The apartment was still a mess, half of the boxes having been unpacked while a tower of unopened boxes were near the kitchen. You immediately head to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and getting a bottle of water. You forgot how much your girlfriend liked spicy food. Once you closed the door, you saw various photos were hung up thanks to the help of cute hello kitty magnets. You smile, thinking about each event. Your first date, first 100 days, white day, and most recently, a photo with the two of you, your girlfriend holding up the lease to your new apartment. When you both decided you wanted to live together, instead of choosing one's apartment over the other, you both thought it would be better to find a new place you both could call home; to create new and better memories. Another photo on the door was from your girlfriend's very first modeling job for a cell phone company, her legal name displayed proudly under the company's logo with her stage name on the side in quotes.

"Shin Jiwon (Johyun)" you read to yourself quietly.

The sound of the shower faucet could be heard as you turned your head and you attention immediately turned to the clothes on the floor that led a trail to the bathroom.

"Baaaabeeeee" your girlfriend yelled from the bathroom, peeking her head out the door and smiling, using her index finger to signal you to join her in the shower. You quickly run over, unbuckling your pants and almost tripping as one pant leg gets stuck. Jiwon laughs at the sight in front of her. You take off your boxers and shirt as you reach the door, forcefully being pulled in by her.

"I thought you were going to take a shower" you say, placing your hands on her hips.

"I was" Jiwon replies, as she begins stroking your cock. "But I wanted you to join me"

"Isn't the point of taking a shower to be clean?" you ask as you take off her bra and pepper her collarbone and upper chest with kisses while simultaneously reaching into her panties and stick your middle finger into her pussy.

"We c-can ah! Get clean after we g-g-get dirty-ah" Jiwon moans, you respond as well from the mutual pleasure you both are giving each other. "Babe, we have to get in b-before the water g-gets cold" she heaves as you take her right breast and flick your tongue on her nipple to make it erect. You do the same to her left breast before taking it in your mouth, sucking on her nipple. Jiwon closes her eyes in satisfaction, her body in a state of euphoria from the pleasure she is receiving. While you are sucking on her left nipple, your left hand is fondling the right breast, gently massaging it as your right hand continues to pleasure her core.

Jiwon is even more turned on when you begin to hum on her breast, as she increases the speed of stroking your cock and pushes your head deeper with her right hand. She begins to lightly sweat and give off a natural odor, the intoxicating aroma perfuming the air fueling you to pleasure her even more. Her sensations going into overdrive prove to be too much for Jiwon as her toes curl and she pushes your head deeper into her breast, her body violently shakes as her orgasm arrives. Her juices flow like a waterfall, your finger violently pushed out as she continues to moan loudly. Jiwon has had intense orgasms before, but none have come close to this.

She slowly removes your head from her grip as she breathes heavily, her body still heaving from smaller aftershocks. You continue to finger her as you caress her face and give her long, deep kisses.

"Baby, that was so intense. You did so well" you say after a kiss, moving your hands back down to her butt.

It takes Jiwon a few minutes to compose herself enough to form something that resembles a sentence.

"S-s-shower... fuck... n-now"

Her voice barely above a whisper as she lifts a finger and points it at the shower that had been running for some time now. You both make eye contact and you smile, nodding at her before pecking her lips one last time and guiding her into the shower.

Jiwon continues her firm grip on your cock, slowly stroking you again when you two enter the shower. The water was cool to the touch, both of you feeling a sense of relief from it. Jiwon was even more beautiful when wet, the light from the water droplets being reflected on her fair skin was a sight to behold. You reach past her and gently increase the temperature of the shower. Jiwon's showers were extreme on both sides of the temperatures: blistering hot when the weather was cold and hypothermia cold during the summer months. You learned both of these the hard way. But it was worth it since it meant spending intimate and quality time with your girlfriend.

Jiwon grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured a small amount into her palm before rubbing it between both hands and lathering her luscious hair. Cherry blossoms permeated the air as you inhaled the scent of it. Of course, she wasn't going to leave you out of it, and after a brief bicker about how you could do it yourself, Jiwon massages your scalp. After washing out the shampoo came your favorite part. You have done this countless times, and every time you find a new part of her body to appreciate. Jiwon grabs the loofah and pours out lavender scented body wash and squishes it, eliciting a childish laugh from the two of you.

"So, we'll take turns washing each other?" Jiwon asks, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of red.

"Babe, it's not like we haven't done this a million times already" you laugh.

"I know, it's just.. I really enjoy these moments with you"

You grab the loofah and squish it one more time before getting to work. Jiwon moves backwards from the water and towards your body. You gently pepper her shoulders and neck with kisses before rubbing the loofah all through her back. She was toned, her constant hours in the gym and Pilates lessons are doing wonders on her appearance.

After you rub her arms she raises them up, allowing you the chance to rub her abdomen. Jiwon's love handles were one of the many things you enjoyed about her body. Your girlfriend wasn't the average underweight petite idol. She enjoyed a giant meal almost as much as she loved sucking your dick. She hated being addressed as "thicc" or "curvy" by netizens. Even though she put a lot of work into exercise, she truly was comfortable with her body.

You were a firm believer that Jiwon had abs, but she would always tell you it was hidden under her tummy fat. Once you made sure it was thoroughly lacquered, you moved your way up to your second favorite thing or rather things to grope: her tits. Not fitting the normal Asian standard of petite beauty, it was fair to say Jiwon was bustier than the average woman. Her company and the various gigs she filmed took advantage of this: purposefully making her wear bras, sometimes padded, painfully smaller than her actual size or making her wear risqué clothing, sometimes even during winter. She wasn't comfortable with all the gawking and criticism from people, but after meeting you one day after a shoot and the two of you eventually beginning a serious relationship, Jiwon began to be more self confident. She was beginning to love herself more because she found someone who loved her for being Shin Jiwon, imperfections and all, and not just some busty thick eye candy people fap to.

As you begin to lather her breasts, Jiwon moans and your previously unerected cock slowly hardens as the blood rushes to it. Due to the fact both of your bodies are close together, your cock pokes Jiwon's butt. She giggles and grabs it with her left hand.

"You're such a pervert, babe. Do my tits really turn you on that much?" She asks, stroking your cock to full erection.

"You're one to talk. All I'm doing is cleaning up my beautiful girlfriend during a shower and massaging her breasts after a long day being confined to a bra. If anything, you're the pervert. Moaning erotically when I just want to make you feel good" you reply, but not before teasing her and reinserting your finger into her pussy.

"Ahhh, that feels so good babe. Faster" Jiwon moans.

"See, I told you you were the pervert"

Jiwon stops moaning and turns her head back at you, pouting.

She grabs the loofah from your hand and reapplies a fresh layer of body wash. Squeezing it, you remove your finger as she goes behind you and repeats what you did to her.

"You've been working out, haven't you?" She asks as she rubs body wash on your chest and back.

"I've been wanting to look good for you"

"You always look good to me, babe"

Her hands freely roam your body until they approach your abdomen. While not fully visible, your abs were noticeable if touched.

"A lot of people are noticing my progress. Even Eunji noona. She's been my personal trainer at the gym"

"Eunji noona... Jung Eunji?" Jiwon's tone instantly becomes dark, unhappy to learn your trainer was a female. An older idol at that.

"Y-yeah, I thought I told you" you replied nervously.

"You told me you had a trainer. Not that your trainer was my sunbae and an incredibly hot woman at that"

"Baby, don't tell me you're jealous"

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

You knew you were beginning to dig yourself into a grave. Jiwon certainly wasn't the jealous type, and neither were you. She knew that many men were lusting after her, some even sending requests to the company to be her sponsor. But Jiwon had more self respect than that. She was proud to call you her boyfriend, but she only allowed those she truly trusted to meet you for fear of what netizens would do to you if they found out about you. Jiwon attended a underground idol afterparty for the end of the year celebrations. It was only a couple months since the two of you had started dating. You were rightfully nervous, here you were just an assistant to the main photographer and now you were Johyun's +1. The underground club was very modern, colorful lights strobing with a DJ playing the top hits at the time. Everywhere you turn you see idols you saw on tv, having a good time whether it be with their members or with a casual fling or serious partner. Jiwon was busy chatting with her members before she turns your direction and waves at you, smiling. She was wearing a low cut black dress, with matching heels. Her hair was neatly styled, not one out of place from her bangs. She completed her look with a rose gold necklace and bracelet.

You always were a sucker for her sweet smile. She motions you to come over. When you arrive, she instantly locks her arm with yours, earning woo's from her group members.

"Everyone, this is my boyfriend"

You bow to the girls. You weren't really familiar with them, but nevertheless they seemed nice. They bow back, unable to contain their giddiness at the thoughts of finally meeting Jiwon's boyfriend that she had been talking about nonstop.

"Unnie, we'll give you two some alone time. Have fun!" One of the members says before they all move to a different area.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You ask with a nervous expression on your face.

"Babe, don't worry. Everyone here is an idol or related to an idol. There's no reporters and no one's going to snitch unless they want to be blacklisted. Trust me" Jiwon calmly replies, tiptoeing and puckering her lips at you.

You laugh and shake your head before leaning down and giving her a simple kiss.

"Oops, we just kissed. Dispatch will surely find us out" Jiwon teases. You pout at her. "See, I told you there's nothing to worry about"

Trusting her, you nod and give her light repeated kisses.

"Aish, where did that snake go. Yah, Jung Eunji! How could you lose her, Bom-ah?"

"Unnie! I can't keep track of everyone. I've been busy making sure Namjoo and Hayoung don't drink too much"

"Jung Eunji!" "Eunji-yah!"

You and Jiwon's attention was on the two women searching for their friend. Jiwon asks you who they were looking for, before you get a chance to explain someone bumps into you"

"Oh? Sorry, I didn't see you there"

You turn around see a woman in a cocktail red dress. She was clearly intoxicated, through her slurred speech and lack of balance. She swayed back and forth before running her hands through her hair and facing up at you.

"You're c-cuteeee. W-whaaat's your name?" She managed to slur out.

Not giving you a chance to respond, she continues a pathetic attempt at talking.

"My name is Jung Eunji!" She says, pounding her chest with her hand. "APink's main vocal. Tell me, cute boy. Do you have a girlfriend?" Eunji's eyes had an appearance you had seen several times. The look of someone who bottled their emotions up and used alcohol and sex as a means of temporary escape.

"Eunji! There you are!"

The two women finally found their friend. Eunji was about to become deadweight soon.

"Hello, I'm Park Chorong. I'm so sorry about my idiot friend here" Chorong greets you, bowing her head in shame.

"Hello, I'm Yoon Bomi"

You nod to the two before explaining that it wasn't a big deal.

"You dumbass! Why can't you behave? Namjoo and Hayoung didn't need to be the ones we needed to watch tonight" Chorong yells at Eunji as she slaps her shoulder.

"We're so sorry once again" Bomi says to you, bowing. "Now we have to go home early! I was looking forward to dancing" she complains.

As the two begin to drag Eunji away, she shakes her head and manages to escape their grasp, approaching you.

"Hey, cutie. Here's my card. Call me" Eunji confidently says, winking at you before returning to Chorong and Bomi, the two of them covering their faces in embarrassment.

You stare at the card she handed you. It was a standard business card with Eunji's name written in English and Korean. Her phone number and email were also there, along with a photo of a panda.

You turn around to Jiwon and see anger in her eyes. She continued to glare at Eunji until the three were no longer in view. Lucky or unlucky to you, she didn't care about the business card you were given. Instead, she grabs her purse from the table and grabs your hand, whisking you away.

"Uh, babe"

"Shut up and follow me"

The two of you eventually find an empty restroom. As you wonder why you two are in there, Jiwon begins to undress and reaches for your belt.

"Baby, are you okay?"

That statement earns a slap to your face from Jiwon.

"Shut up. After I swallow your cum, you're going to bend me over this sink and fuck me until I lose the ability to stand"

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

Jiwon's words snap you out of your daydream as she looks back at you.

"I'm not jealous my boyfriend has an extremely hot trainer that wanted to fuck him the first time they met"

"Babe, Eunji's not like that. She already apologized to us"

Jiwon grabs your cock and begins to stroke it.

"That was a lie. This is what she wanted, right?" She snarls, shaking your cock in anger. "I saw how she was staring at you, she was giving you bedroom eyes! That bitch wanted to fuck my man in front of me!"

You weren't sure what you were feeling. Pain from how hard Jiwon was gripping your cock, or arousal at the fact she was stroking you while being jealous.

"I bet she was dying to feel how heavy your balls are, or how sweet your cum is. I bet she wanted you to pound her until she was satisfied. I admit, her ass was nice. But she doesn't have tits as big as mine" Jiwon says, grabbing her breasts with her left hand.

"N-n-no she doesn't. No one has a body like yours, love"

"Right? No one has a body like mine. And no one has the right to touch or even stare at yours. Because it's also mine" she replies. She didn't bother gradually increasing her pace and just jacked you off at an intense frequency.

"Babe, I'm g-gonna cum soon"

The intensity of Jiwon's handjob was beginning to be too much for you to handle.

"I'm gonna cum, ah I'm gonna cum"

Jiwon instantly kneels down, resuming her torturing pace as she opens her mouth and stares at you. You feared looking down at her, wanting to prolong the experience as long as you could. Eventually, you give in and stare at your girlfriend's inviting mouth.

"Trust me"

"Ugh!" You groan, Jiwon using her other hand to grasp your balls and pull them down. Your orgasm occurs, instincts kicking in and you pushing Jiwon's head down your length until she reaches the base. Wave after wave is released, you feel like you haven't came in weeks even though you gave her a facial this morning. Once your body stops shaking, Jiwon takes this cue that your orgasm is ending. Her suction hold on your cock remains tight as she slowly inches her lips away. She releases her grip on you with a loud pop. You continue to stare at her as she opens her mouth, showing you the creamy present she worked so hard for. After flicking it a few times with her tongue, Jiwon tilts her head down and swallows. She opens her mouth once more and sticks her tongue out, showing you it is now empty. As she kisses your urethra and laps up the remaining cum, you toss your head back at the pleasure you just experienced.

"And that is why Jung Eunji will never have you"

You remove the headset as you look down and see the mess you made. Your cock still throbbing and leaking, the tissues you were holding shining as light was being reflected on your cum, and a video being looped on your phone.

"Baby, I'm home!"

The door opens and you turn around.

"Babe, did you just finish jacking off to my VR date video? Again?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I got home early and really missed you. Your ass looked so good in those Puma leggings"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner, but seeing as you're horny now I guess I have no choice. I kinda wished you didn't cum yet so I could feel it inside me" Jiwon pouts. "So what did you imagine, babe?"

"Well, besides the three dates I went with you in the video. I imagined us making each other cum in the shower before we have sex in bed and around the house"

"Why don't we make that a reality?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Let's get started and put a baby in me" Jiwon begins to undress and throws her thong at you

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #berry good johyun smut #johyun smut #johyun #shin jiwon #male reader #reader insert

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my-watch-begins · 3 years

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Drawing.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of intrusive thoughts, pre-FATWS.

Words: 3.1 k.

a/n: had to get this idea out of my head.

Gif not mine! Credits to the author.

This is new for me.

Everything was new for Bucky, not only the clothes, the mannerisms, the people, the food, the neighborhood... Ever since his stay in Wakanda, his pardon and his current stay in his beloved Brooklyn, he was having trouble with basic human interactions. He'd been told he stared at people too much, he had a severe case of resting bitch face, and not only sometimes he couldn't be bothered with people's bullshit, people didn't put any effort in relationships these days.

He could count with one hand the amount of people that weren't on their phone as they had a coffee or "brunch" whatever that was. Even kids, three years old had their eyes glued to a screen that was already prog... No, don't think of that word.

He shakes his head to get rid of the train of thoughts he's sure it's coming, gloved fingers run through his hair and he sighs.

Programed, brainwashed, controlled, fuck.

He's about to storm the cafeteria, he's feeling his heart swell up in his chest. He's suddenly forgotten every single piece of advice his therapist has given him in order to keep his intrusive thoughts away. He's going to leave his cup of coffee only touched once, but in an effort to look around for the exit, his eyes land on something different, a person on the table in front of him.

The woman sitting just at the edge of a booth, in front of her is a notepad tilted in front of her, he watches mesmerized as she glides the pencil from one side of the sheet to the other, then a few more followed.

He feels his breathing start to wind down, his eyes moving with the pencil and he sees the headshot of a person come through.

His eyes leave the paper just enough to look up at her, her profile peaking from a curtain of hair. He watches as she carefully tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a pair of headphones latched to her ear.

She sighs and purses her lip, now Bucky's eyes drop down to the drawing as she erases a few things off. He's so entranced with the way her fingers hold the pencil he felt something shiver in his body when she grabbed a fountain pen and scribbled down a signature at the bottom.

Now he sits behind her almost every day, his arms are crossed on the table as he watches her draw portrait after portrait of the patrons in the café. Sometimes she gives them the drawings, he notices she spends too much time on so many lively details, her talent amazes him. The ones she doesn't give away she stores in a notebook.

The notebook she has used to be a simple one, now it's covered in colors, stickers, and it's so thick it doesn't close completely, things stick out of it in all directions, he can see different textures of papers, ribbons, photos. He's seen her close it as she stores the drawings that aren't of people, and he's seen her stroke the front of it at the spot where a picture has been taped to the cover.

He also saw when one day she bolted after receiving a message, leaving the notebook laying in the seat of the booth next to where she used to be.

He picked it up and walked in quick strides to catch up with her and give it back, but she was lost in the sea of people before he could.

Bucky took it back to his place, fighting an internal battle to not open it and peak throught it, a battle he lost after hours of staring at it.

It was incredible how much a simple book could tell about someone's personality. He'd learned her name, your name, drawing was just a hobby, you actually had a job and friends you hung out with, several polaroids of the lot of you were kept between the pages, some of them thrown in there haphazardly, some stapled to not get lost.

The notebook was actually an agenda, had days numbered, to-do lists, schedules, mundane things, but also mementos to remember events, little post-it notes scribbled with things like "was praised at work, celebrate with some chocolate", and at the beginning of the week you'd write things you were grateful for. He felt a little something when he saw you'd written "my boyfriend" on the list to be grateful for, but was surprised when he saw a full page had been cleared up and written with a red marker across the page celebrating your break-up with said boyfriend. From there onwards the pages were fuller, you'd gotten a promotion, had more nights out, had a vacation. Whoever this ex boyfriend of yours was, he was definitely holding you back, then the drawings started. You would also write down some thoughts and feelings about the day that had passed, but he didn't linger too much on those notes.

He felt his chest tighten when he saw one of your pencil portraits of Steve's face in his helmet on the page that was the fourth of july, you'd written a long appreciation letter to Steve... Well, to Captain America really.

He couldn't keep going after that. He closed it and left it on the island counter.

Bucky didn't arrive before you the next day, he was hoping he at least got a few minutes to himself to figure out how he was going to approach you, but as soon as he walked in he saw you in your usual booth, head low, your fingers tracing the sides of the coffee mug in front of you. He scanned your face, noticing your puffed up eyes and red nose, your head hanging low and cheek propped against your closed fist.

The lost of the journal had definitely taken your sleep that night, he didn't want to accentuate your grief any longer, so he walked decided until he was standing next to you.

"Excuse me" he said, the journal clutched by one of his hands and pressed to his chest.

You lifted your gaze, your eyes scanning his quickly before they fell to your precious notebook.

Your face dropped in realitization and moved your legs to the side to stand up.

"You dropped it yesterday".

You stared at it dumbfounded, he thrusted it forwards and you instantly took it, your fingers going through the pages.

He smiled to the side when he saw your shoulders drop along with a heavy sigh of relief. You clutched the journal to your chest and bit your lower lip.

"Oh my god" you sighed as you looked up at him "thank you so much for picking it up"

"It's no problem" he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

"At least let me buy you a coffee" you turned around to grab your bag and swung it to your shoulder.

"You don't have to"

"Yes, I do" you pressed your hand to his bicep and lead him to the empty counter, one of the baristas approached you quickly and gave you two a smile "what are you having?" You beckoned him with a motion to the barista.

He definitely didn't plan to have breakfast with you that morning, but there he was, drinking some insipid tasting coffee and looking at you cut an obnoxiously big pastry you'd bought to share.

"What's this thing called?" He asked, looking at the swirl of pastry and something's brown in between, he saw you eat it peeling the external layers of it, your mouth forming a little smirk as you glanced at him.

"It's a cinnamon roll"

He grabbed it and inspected it, taking a big bite out of if.

You smiled and shook your head, your fingers finding your notebook and storing it safely in your purse.

"I hope you don't mind, I peaked through it last night" he admitted, you purses your lower lip forward and shook your head, peeling another layer of roll to eat.

"I don't mind, there's nothing interesting in it"

"There's some art" you chuckled suddenly, your eyebrows twisting.

"That's a strong word, I wouldn't consider it art"

"I would, I've seen you draw, you're very talented"

"You've seen me draw?" You inquired, tilting your head up and pulling a smirk when Bucky dodged your gaze and stammered.

"I- well" he joined his hands on too of the tale and intertwined his fingers, kicking himself for having blurted out something that made him look like a creep "yeah, once"

He reluctantly turned to look at you again, finding you staring back at him with little smile.

"I'll draw you, as a thank you gift" he saw you fish your notepad and a little pencil case.

"You don't have to" you gave him a little smile and your eyes narrowed, taking one pencil out of your case.

"It would be my pleasure" you lifted your pencil next to you, Bucky looked at it and gave you a good angle to start.

You began drawing the same starting point for every portrait you did, but you could instantly read some discomfort in his face, so once you had a good base you stood from your seat and walked to his side of the booth, motioning at him with your hand.

"Scoot". Bucky obliged, moving on the booth enough to let you sit comfortably next to him.

"I don't think you can draw me like this"

He saw you eyebrow twitch upwards and a little smile sneaked from your lips.

"You'll be surprised" you began by the general shape of his face, your own head tilting to the sides as you traced the lines of his jaw "I didn't want you to feel observed" you explained "I know what it's like to be on the other side of someone's notebook"

"Yeah, well, at least you're not judging" it was his turn to murmur in a complaining manner.

You continued, only stealing glances of him when you needed to double check if you were getting things right. During your time drawing you'd hiked up your leg on the seat and spent so much time getting every single twist and turn of his forehead, the creases of his eyes. You'd also felt him inch closer and closer as time went by, his arm propped up on the back of the booth and just on the back of your head.

"You spend so much time of little details" he mentioned. You didn't know if it was a comment or a complaint.

You glanced at him unsure of how to answer.

"Well, I'm usually listening to music and getting carried away by things like-" you motioned at the side of his face "that scar you've got there and how you got it and-" you continued, tracing one by one his eyelashes "the story behind the creases of your eyes and who made you frown so much that now you've got this permanent furrow in between your eyebrows"

"I have annoying friends" you smiled at the answer, giving finishing strokes to the little hairs that stubbornly fell from his clean haircut.

You left your pad on the table and moved around it to grab the bag you'd left on your previous side, revolving it's insides to find a stack of color pencils tied with an elastic band.

"You're going to color it?" He asked, seeing you pull out only three colors.

"No, just your eyes" you sat back and took the pad. Flipping the drawing back to reveal a fresh white page, you sampled one color, then glanced at him, directly at his eyes.

"Why just my eyes?" He inquired, feeling a scrutinizing gaze on his iris.

"Because they're a challenge to get right"

You lifted the pad to match the colored side to his eye, you repeated the process five time, Bucky scanning your facial gestures and watching them range from confusion, to distaste until you finally pulled a winning smile.

Content you'd actually gotten his eye color right, you shaded carefully, going back and forth between colors to get the right shade blended in. When you were finished you held it forwards to look at it completed.

"If I hadn't seen you draw it I wouldn't believe something like that was possible"

You smiled, unconsciously dropping your head at the compliment.

"What's your name again?" You asked, fishing your fountain pen and storing your pencil in the case.

"James"

He stared as you grounded the side of your hand and pinky finger on the paper, your other fingers moving the pen gracefully at the bottom of the page to write "For James, from-" and your name, all in cursive.

You carefully detached the page from the block and handed it to him, noticing just now that he had leather gloves on his hands. He studied it, giving you a tiny smile as he looked at you.

"Thank you" he nods at you, you nod back and flash him a bigger smile.

"You're welcome"

You stored the block and the pencil case in the bag, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"I have to go"

Bucky stood up and motioned at you to go before him, he opened the door of the cafeteria just as you reached it, your hands snuck into the pockets of your cardigan and you turned on your heels to meet with him for a final goodbye.

"Thank you for this" he had rolled the drawing enough to grasp it in his hand but not enough to crease it completely.

"Thank you for keeping my journal safe" you nodded, reminding him the reason why you'd gifted him the drawing "I post a few things that I draw on my Instagram" you offered, he shook his head with a little frown and snuck his hand into his jacket pocket to pull out a flip phone.

"My phone is kinda boring" you stared at it with a half confused, half surprised gape of your mouth "I mean, it doesn't have your number on it, so-"

Your mouth fell agape in even more surprised for a second then you bit your lower lip, lunging forwards to grab his phone from his hand.

"That was a good one" you praised, your fingers moving on the buttons of the phone, a smirk is painted on your lips as you finish saving your number, then return him his phone. "Bye James" you salute, containing the urge to but your lower lip at the sight of him again.

He salutes back, a goodbye accompanied with your name falling purposely from his lips as he stores the phone back in his pocket.

It takes a few days for him to get the courage to send the message. If anything, he's learned that people avoided phonecalls like the plague, people called and hung up just so make you aware that you hadn't answered the message they sent, it was really impersonal buy this time he preferred it. He spent an stupid amount of time writing the message to ask you out, all until he psyched himself to do it. He had always been a ladies man, he'd proven to himself that he still could get a girls number, he'd made you blush. Worst case scenario, you'll leave him on read.

You don't though, you answer his short "Hey, it's James, are you busy this weekend?" With a: "Hey James! I'm free all week" and what he later discovered was a winking face made out of a semicolon and a closed round bracket.

He meets up with you in downtown Brooklyn, he's surprised to see you in clothes that hug themselves to the natural curves of your body, and you're surprised when he hands you a single flower wrapped in a pretty foil arrangement.

You smile fully as you take it, leaning to catch it's scent and feeling your cheeks redden.

"I've never been gifted flowers before"

"Sounds like they've missed an opportunity" you smile again, your head tilting slightly to your shoulder.

"What do you have in mind?" You asked, changing the subject, Bucky motions behind him with his hand as he steps to the side.

"There's a bowling alley not to far from here"

Bucky found it easy to speak to you, he could talk about what he still remembered, he could tell you his favorite books or songs and you wouldn't do anything else other than smile or twist your eyebrows in surprise. He found himself talking about anything and everything and stop only to notice that you'd leaned over to table or your arm has propped your head on a closed fist as you listened to him talk.

You'd crushed him at bowling, had shared a pizza and had stayed chatting in the bar until the noise of the employees cleaning up had caught up to you.

Bucky walked you to your apartment complex a little way off the center off the city, he even enjoyed the comfortable silence between the two until you made a comment and sparked up in conversation again.

Bucky knew that times had changed, that the dating world wasn't as he remembered, and he also knew that because of how the night had gone, he could steal a kiss from you and you wouldn't mind.

What he didn't know was that you'd made up your mind about him the second the handed you the flower, so as soon as you reached your apartment building and he turned on his heels to meet face to face with you, you climbed to your tiptoes and kissed him. You heard his sharp intake of breath as you moved your lips on his, and you definitely felt his hand crawl to the back of your neck and press you to his body.

You couldn't contain a smile when he hummed in satisfaction, your tongue running along his lower lip teasingly.

You stopped, smiling and looking up at him just as he opened his eyes. Bucky felt time stop and slow down as you moved your face side to side, your nose touching his back and forth, each feather touch leaving him more breathless. The only thing in his mind when you pulled away and walked to the apartment door was holy shit, when are we doing this again?

You turn on your side as you hold the door open.

"Goodnight James" you salute, the sight of him bitting his lower lip makes you smile.

"You can call me Bucky if you want" he replies, his hands hiding in the pockets of his jacket.

You turn even more, the weight of your body changing from one leg to the other as you study his face and his request.

"I can call you Bucky if you want" you accentuate. There's a little something in his eyes, you pick up it's amusement at your answer, surprise. He only nods, making you nod in agreement as well. "Goodnight Bucky" you correct, the corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small smirk.

"Goodnight gorgeous"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes reader insert #sebastian stan #fanfic #pre-FATWS

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punkcherries · 3 years

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its 4 am i have no impulse control i finished writing the very bad blurb thing its ryan+min and its not good but im posting it under the cut here anyway <3 <3 (uh theres mentions/allusions toward underage drinking and also self harm and also internalized homophobia but its not like gnarly ok ok tfrtwser??????)

Min slipped his arm around Ryan’s shoulders, his hand brushing Ryan’s neck, before pulling him close for the photo. It was only a brief moment, but the afterimage of Min’s skin on his made Ryan’s hair stand on end, and his face flush. Not like the fuzz in his face from drinking when he really shouldn’t, or the warmth in his cheeks while flirting with a girl, it ran across from ear to ear, radiating heat. ‘This is wrong,’ he thought to himself, ‘This can’t keep happening.’ The click of the camera barely registered to him, the world was just noise. Just as quickly as it happened, Min was pulled away by someone at the party calling for his attention, snapping Ryan back to Earth. He placed his hand to the back of his neck, the bare air felt like ice in place of Min’s jacket. He turned his eyes back over to Min.

“Ah, uh, thank you...!” Min called back to whoever with a sheepish chuckle, and Ryan’s face turned almostly morosely soft. His heart thumped harder, and harder, he could feel it in his head, and he felt fit to burst, until, “Ryan? You okay?” Min’s voice broke through the dead air of the dance music, and Ryan looked like a deer in headlights.

“Uhh I….” Ryan spoke hesitantly, what he’d wanted to say all night and for who knows how long before bubbling up in his chest. He looked Min in the face only for a moment, and his throat suddenly felt strangled, “I just…. Uhh….” Ryan glanced around the room for a moment, before taking in a breath, “I…. kinda feel like…. I’m, uh, forgetting something important….” He made something up.

“Uhhh…. Oh, did you remember to put your guitar back in the van after the show?” Min gestured to the backstage door off to his right. Ryan snapped his fingers, “Y’know, I…. don’t remember! Better go check,” Ryan forced a laugh, slipping past Min, “Make sure no one’s touchin’ the goods. Be right back!” Ryan pushed his way past the other partygoers and backstage as quickly as he could, leaning against the door behind him and letting out a disgruntled groan. “What is wrong with you?” He whispered to himself, pausing a moment before standing back up straight. To his surprise, there, still backstage, was in fact his guitar, or at least the case. His brows furrowed, of course he really forgot that. Such an empty headed move. Ryan went and checked the case for all his things. Guitar, picks, strings, everything was where it was supposed to be, so he zipped it up and carried it out the back door to the tour van.

Walking round the side, he brushed his hand against the uneven surface, covered in slightly chipped paint from the Chicken Choice Judy mural he and Min painted on it about a year or so ago, before getting to the back doors. His mind raced as he placed his case in the back of the van, ‘You shouldn’t say anything to him. You have something good now, you can’t ruin it,’ Ryan studied the stickers on his guitar case, the razor blade in particular stuck out in his mind, and a quiet wave of a dull, stinging phantom pain washed over his thighs, ‘Not again.’ He shook his head a moment, before sighing deeply, and closing the van doors. Turning to leave, he let out a startled yelp, seeing a figure standing behind him.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me!”

It was Min.

“Dude, don’t sneak up on me like that...!” Ryan scrambled to play it off cool, but Min gave him a puzzled look.

“I... called your name, like, twice.”

“Oh….”

Ryan cleared his throat, and smiled nervously, “Sorry, guess I just got a little, uh….” He glanced at the van for a second, “...Lost in thought.”

“Yeah, are you…. Sure you’re okay?” Ryan could hear Min’s voice starting to go soft, the kind of soft it gets when he’s worried, and his heart rose up to the end of his throat. Ryan forced a smile and gave a dismissive gesture,

“Yeah, of course! Just got hit with lots of ehh, song ideas and, y’know how I think at, like, a thousand miles a minute, I probably just didn’t notice!” He chuckled, slipping past Min again, barely looking him in the face at all, “Nothin’ to worry about!”

“Ryan,” Min’s voice stopped Ryan in his tracks. It wasn’t upset, or angry, just…. Worried, and…. Disappointed? Regardless, it dropped Ryan’s heart like an anvil from his throat to the pit of his stomach. “You know you can talk to me,” Min placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, I just want to be there for you.” His voice was so tender. Ryan turned only slightly, just to look at Min, whose concerned expression turned to a gentle, reassuring smile at seeing his face.

Ryan looked away, folding his arms just a bit, and Min’s hand brushed down Ryan’s shoulder to his back, slowly at first. It felt almost as if it pulled Ryan’s breath in, and Ryan closed his eyes. In that same motion, as Min’s hand pressed against Ryan’s back, travelling back up, it pulled the words right out from his lips.

“Min-Gi, I’m in love with you.”

The silence that set in deafened Ryan, his vital organs felt as though they’d been filled and bruised with boulders, and his head burned a dizzying burn, as if the fire and brimstone of Hell were trying to crawl out of his body for the unholy thing he’d just said. He opened his eyes, to see Min, red faced and shocked, and he clenched the leather of his jacket sleeves tightly in hand. The choking feeling in his throat came back, and he couldn’t bear to look at Min, “I….” His shaky voice barely scraped above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I…. I know it’s crazy, but…. Just…. I….” He started to trail off as the heat in his face brought out tears in his eyes, when Min’s hand suddenly pressed against Ryan’s back, pulling him into an embrace.

Ryan’s eyes were wide, as Min held him close with one arm, and the other stroked the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair, Min’s breath shooting down his neck and his ear as Min whispered in a voice only for him, “I love you, too, Ryan.”

Time stopped. Ryan’s tense body softened, and he wrapped his arms around Min’s waist, burying his face against the crook of his neck. For what felt like an eternity and yet not long enough, they held each other there in the parking lot of a dingy local live venue, just a few minutes out from Min’s college campus, although it felt like anything but. Until Ryan sniffled, and Min pulled away in concern. “Ryan, are you…?” The salty burn of tears bore into Ryan’s cheeks, but there was a smile on his face, and Min smiled back, wiping Ryan’s cheek with his thumb, “Geez, you had me worried there.” They both snickered, “Sorry, sorry….” Ryan’s voice was still a little weak as he sniffled again, and wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms, groaning.

There was a beat of silence, before Ryan spoke up again, “You…. Really mean that.… Yeah?” He only realized how silly a question it sounded after he said it.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I…?”

“I…. Dunno…. I guess I was just…. Nervous…?” Ryan shrugged, his voice trailing off a bit, “I dunno.”

“What’d you think was gonna happen?” Min’s face turned from humored to concerned.

“I…. I guess, I was worried that you’d…. Not…. Wanna be around me anymore, if I told you, I mean. So….”

Min paused a moment, before smiling again, “Ryan, you’d be my best friend before anything else, even if I didn’t feel the same. When I said you’re stuck with me, I meant it.” He laughed, and Ryan did, too.

“You said that, like, what? 2-ish years ago?”

“And I’ve been with you ever since, haven’t I?”

“Fair point!” Ryan chuckled and sighed. He fell against Min’s chest again, snaking his arms up and around his neck. “I’m glad.”

Min’s face turned soft, and he pressed his face into Ryan’s hair, stroking his back with one hand, swaying ever so slightly together. It didn’t take long before Min mindlessly pressed a kiss against Ryan’s head, and Ryan looked up at him with a surprised smile. Min looked slightly confused for a brief moment before fully processing what he’d just done and getting flustered, “Ah, sorry, was…. That too forward?” Ryan didn’t reply, not with words, he just cupped Min’s face in one of his hands, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to Min’s. It was only a brief moment, but the sensation of Ryan’s lips on his burned into Min, who smiled and laughed nervously. “Too forward?” Ryan teased, and they both chuckled.

Suddenly, the sound of the back door to the venue caused the pair to part in a panic. “Oh, there you guys are. What’re you doin out here? Party’s not over yet!” A woman in orange flannel called out to them, and they looked at each other a moment. Ryan gave a disinterested shrug, and Min nodded. “I…. think we’re gonna have to head out early. Long day and stuff. Sorry!” Min called back to the woman, and she shrugged, “Suit yourself.” before going back inside. Ryan shuffled around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out the keys to the van, smiling at Min, and eagerly hopping round to the driver’s side of the car. Min paused, and touched his lips with his fingers a moment, before getting a goofy grin and following suit to the passenger side.

Ryan started the engine as Min closed his door, and after shifting into gear, Ryan’s hand slid from the stick to Min’s hand, which rest on the compartment between their seats, and gave it a squeeze. Min tried to fight the silly look on his face, “Both hands on the wheel, uh…. dork.”

Ryan laughed, “You totally wanted to call me something else, didn’t you?” Min stammered over his words, much to Ryan’s amusement, “It’s okay, you can call me “babe” if you wanna.” he teased and winked, and Min covered his face with his hand as it heated up. “Cute!” Ryan chuckled again, “Shut up and drive!” Min groaned, barely concealing his own laughter, “Alright, alright! No need to be pushy!” Ryan joked, before pulling out of the lot, and driving off.

#cherryz txt #infinity train #i literally wrote this in one go and im not a writer pls dont come for me </3 im just fuckging vibing #tryna put my ideas into some tangible form..............#id draw it but taking on comics is a PAINNN.....#speakign of this is a ryan confession but its not the same as the ryan confession comic i was working on....#which idk if ill finish at this point LMFAO................ sad! oh well gjfhdgjk #i should actually draw smth now idk why im actin bananaz rn #delete later maybe

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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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The 5 times Jake & Amy tried to get some ‘alone time’ during the holidays (and the 1 time they’re successful)

Here is my entry into the @b99fandomevents Summer 2020 Challenge, for @peraltasames 💗 also available on ao3, as it is a little long ☺️

(For those of you playing at home, only part 2 is NSFW 🙊)

Part 1:

(where it all begins)

Attempt number 1: The Santiago Family Holiday House

“Thought I might find you here.”

Lifting her head up from its resting place in the crook of her arm, Amy doesn’t even try to suppress the smile that began to creep onto her face the moment she’d picked up on Jake’s voice.

She cocks her head to the side as he falters mid-step, an obvious blush creeping onto his cheeks as he lifts his hands, raising two bottles in mock surrender. “I mean, obviously I didn’t know that you’d be out here … I’ve never been here before and that’s giving off some real Creepy New Boyfriend vibes. You know what, I’m just going to reset and start again.” Digging one sneakered heel into the landing, he does a quick full body turn before Amy can give any type of reassurance; blinking quickly when their eyes meet again to indicate a Full Reset. “Hey, Ames! Your brother mentioned that you might be out here, so I thought I’d do something completely non-stalkery and bring you a drink.”

Chuckling, Amy reaches out for one of the offered bottles, riding that still new high that comes from hearing Jake Peralta refer to himself as her boyfriend. “Thanks, babe.”

It’s Jake’s turn to grin right back, clearly enjoying her use of their favourite new term for each other; a colloquial word that still seemed kinda new - given it’s only been four months since they got together - yet somehow fits so well it’s almost a little strange to remember a time when they couldn’t refer to each other as such. There’s a shared giddiness that floats between them as they clink bottles and take a sip, and her cheeks kinda hurt from smiling this much, but Amy really doesn’t care.

Gesturing at the expanse of the relatively simple deck, Jake takes in the wooden panelling of the exterior walls before turning his attention back to his girlfriend. “So … this is your little secret hideout, I hear?”

Nodding, Amy returns to her earlier position leaning against the high railing in front of her, letting out a soft yeah as her free hand runs along the timber paling.

Built by her grandfather as a home away from the city several decades ago, the Santiago Lake House has long been considered a place of refuge for the family. With six of her brothers, two uncles and her father Victor on the force, common holidays were rarely guaranteed off; and so this year they had elected a non-particular weekend in June as their opportunity for all to come together. Save for a last-minute issue at Victor’s precinct pulling him away from the festivities, all eight Santiago siblings (and their mother Camila) had arrived earlier today for a well overdue holiday.

While the majority of her family often preferred to gather around the oversized back deck, from a young age Amy had gravitated towards the more intimate side balcony that overlooked the water. Stretching out from the family room situated on the second floor, the surrounding tree tops lent a sense of privacy the back deck couldn’t completely offer; and on the evenings when things began to feel a little too loud, Amy would often come up here to decompress, watching the night slip by as the moon silvered the lake before her.

Taking a sip of his beer, Jake moves to stand next to Amy, resting his weight against the banister as he drinks in the view. “I really like it.” A small army of goosebumps appear on Amy’s skin, despite the dusk’s only slightly fading heat, as his arm brushes against her skin. “Perfectly compact, with a great view.” She can sense him grin, shoulder nudging against hers. “Feels like you.”

Amy feels her cheeks heat up as a blush washes over her, grateful that the relative darkness of the almost night sky would be able to hide her reaction. Jake was the very first boyfriend she’d ever brought to the lake house - a fact that Manny had announced very loudly in the middle of the private tour she had been giving earlier - and the look of elation and pride that had taken over Jake’s features at the discovery has remained fresh in her mind for the past few hours.

(It had never been an overly deliberate action, to keep previous boyfriends away from the lake house, but the thought of Jake joining in, within a minute of the date being set, had been so automatic that Amy is only now realising that the concept of being here without him had seemed completely illogical.)

A melody played from Luis’ acoustic guitar is carried up to the two of them by a sudden breeze, cutting through the tops of the surrounding pine, and Amy lets out a small shiver: forever and always susceptible to the cold, regardless of the lingering summer heat. Without missing a beat; Jake moves to stand behind her - covering her back with his front with the instinct of not only a gentleman, but a man who is very quickly taking complete hold of her heart.

His arms come to rest besides hers along the edge of the bannister, and quietly Amy hopes that he cannot feel the rapid pounding of her heart through her jacket. It felt a little ridiculous to act this way, like some kind of lovesick teenager drawing hearts all over her notebook, but dating Jake for the past four months doesn’t seem to have taken the edge off the way his presence made her feel.

“So …. Tell me about David.”

As hard as she tries to avoid it, Amy feels her shoulders tense up - the urge to let out an exaggerated UGH almost too strong to resist. She’d only touched on David’s presence briefly on the drive up to the lake house, and despite her own personal reservations, she supposed it was sort of fair that Jake might have a few questions. Letting out a calming breath, Amy gives herself a quick reminder to keep her responding tone light. “What would you like to know?”

“Uhh … well, look - the way his photo is displayed on that mantel in the formal lounge, and the clear adoration in your mother’s voice whenever his name came up made me wonder if he was on some super secret mission to Mars or something.” Shaking his head, Jake knocks the lip of the beer bottle against his forehead. “I honestly spent the first twenty minutes of polite chatter frantically rewinding all of our conversations over the last few years in my head, trying to remember you ever bringing up something like that. Thank god he walked in when he did, or I’m sure I would’ve ended up saying something really stupid.”

Knowing that Jake can’t necessarily see her (okay, perhaps childish) reaction, Amy rolls her eyes at the mention of Camila’s unfiltered reverence when it comes to David. “Yeah, he’s basically the ‘Do No Wrong’ guy … The Golden Child, as Julian and I like to call him. It’s kinda always been like that, ever since he came home from first grade with a report card filled with gold star stickers and praise from literally every teacher he’d ever been in contact with.”

Swallowing his last swig of beer, Jake scoffs into the night sky. “Gold stars are cool, I guess. But any fool knows that the scratch-n-sniff stickers are where it’s really at.”

“Obviously. Strawberry, the clear winner.”

His free hand landing on her forearm, Jake squeezes gently. “I’d always been partial to grape, but strawberry just reminds me of that chapstick you use before bed now, and I am a big fan of those strawberry kisses to start my morning.”

Craning her head to the side slightly, Amy flashes Jake a grin before meeting him halfway for a soft kiss. She, too, had become a big fan of morning kisses … and afternoon kisses, night kisses … basically any time she got to feel the pressure of Jake’s lips against her own was a winner in her book - and she knows she’s being a little ridiculous but she also really, really likes him. Remembering their previous conversation as she pulls away, Amy shakes her head slightly before looking out onto the lake again.

“It’s worse at home, if I’m being honest - it’s basically the same shrine on the mantel, only at home we have a piano in the living room as well. So … how well you’re doing at school or work or whatever, determines your position either on the piano or the wall of shame above the staircase.”

“I mean … I’m sure it’s not meant to feel like a wall of shame, babe.”

Amy nods, letting out a quick I want to believe you laugh. “Tell that to Tony. One semester, he wasn’t focusing as much as normal, and his grade dropped by a whole level. Two days after he came home with the results, Mama conveniently decided to do a redesign of the living room - one that just so happened to include the shuffling of Tony’s school portrait from next to mine on the piano, to sitting at the bottom of the staircase.”

Taking a long sip of Cristal, Amy pauses to take stock of the conversation. It felt slightly traitorous to be talking to Jake about the hierarchy that - prior to this evening - she’d only ever discussed with her brothers (minus one). There’s never been a question over whether their mother loved them dearly - an abundance of love was palpable between the walls of both their family home and the holiday house - but it was also impossible to deny that the shadow of David’s successes, paired with Camila’s obvious praise, had loomed over Amy’s shoulders during her many late night study sessions.

This wasn’t the first time talking to Jake had led to Amy admitting more than she would to most - he had that (at times, irritating) ability to sneak past her guard long before they’d been anything more than colleagues. But one of her most favourite details of their new relationship, aside from the why-did-we-wait-so-long-for-this sex, was the amount of nights they would stay up just … talking. They’d learnt more about each other in the past four months than the last two years combined, and still she craves more. Shaking her now empty bottle, Amy stoops to place it on the ground beside her before straightening, sighing in contentment as Jake’s shoulders rest against hers once again.

“Eventually, Tony’s photo found its way back to the piano .. but the message was pretty clear.” Letting out a rueful laugh, she shakes her head slightly. “It’s no secret that I love a bit of friendly competition. But … it’d be kinda nice if the rungs of the ladder weren’t always so far away from each other.”

At the feeling of Jake’s lips pressing into her hair Amy lets out one last sigh, surprising herself with just how lighter her shoulders seem to feel. A silence stretches between them as Jake drains the last of his beer, and just when she’s about to change the subject completely, he speaks.

“So. There’s a little known fact about me, that you should probably be made aware of now that we’re all smooshing booties offical stylez and whatever.”

Her lips curl up at the term. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yup. Obviously you’re already aware of my titles as Greatest Detective Ever, Badass MC, Amazing Lover, Fierce Defender of Good from Evil ..”

“Oh god, is this list ever going to end?”

“… Master dunker at B-ball, unofficially official taste tester of any and all sour candies … but! What you might not know is that I am also a crazy good Hype Man. Like .. the best. All the others can just go home coz I kick the most butt at hyping things up and that’s just the facts.”

Turning her head slightly towards Jake, Amy glances up at her boyfriend from the corner of her eyes. “I feel like there was a point you were making, here?”

Depositing his empty bottle along the far edge of the banister, Jake’s hands return to weave their fingers through both of Amy’s, staying close as she watches him take a heavy swallow. Sensing that something important was about to be said, and that Jake may not be at the Locked Eyes Grand Gesture stage just yet, she trains her gaze towards the lake and waits.

“What I’m saying, Ames, is that I am officially signing up to be your hype man. I will literally have zero hesitation in pointing out your awesomeness to anybody that doesn’t immediately see it, and I just ..” Pausing for a moment, he shuffles closer to her back, squeezing their gripped fingers tightly, and she takes no hesitation in squeezing right back. “You need to know that … no matter what happens. I’m always going to be there, cheering you on.”

The unspoken definition of the no matter what happens hangs between them, the mere mention of anything but the two of them staying together sounding both unwelcome and impossible, and Amy nods against his chest.

“I just …. They could rewire the stars with your accolades, Ames. The fact that it goes over anybody’s head baffles me, let alone somewhere like here.”

She nods again, temporarily unable to speak as unexpected tears begin to threaten their escape. There were an abundance of reports and awards that spoke of her achievements, and logically she knew that any task that she set her mind to could be mastered with relative ease.

But to know that Jake not only noticed her triumphs, but wanted to actually (and, perhaps literally) shout them from the rooftops, meant more to Amy than she could have anticipated.

He presses another kiss to her hair, and she holds onto him tightly. There’s so much familiarity surrounding her right now - from the scratch of the logwood bannisters; the filtered laughter of her brothers and their extended families, to the slightly acrid smell of burnt marshmallows as Luis once again fails to make a decent s’more.

Jake’s cologne with it’s spicy notes, and the overall sense of warmth he exudes, should feel foreign amongst it all … but standing here on the balcony with his arms stretched out comfortably on top of her own, Amy cannot deny that it feels less like an intrusion, and more like the final piece of life’s puzzle locking into place.

Her voice cuts through the night, tone soft as she rests her head briefly against Jake’s shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re here, Jake.”

The bridge of Jake’s nose brushes her temple as he dips his head lower, pressing a kiss against her cheekbone, and her heart skips at the simple intimacy of it all. “Me too, Ames.”

His fingers, still interlaced with hers, tighten as he pulls their arms closer to her middle; holding the two of them in a tight embrace as his continues a trail of kisses, letting out a quiet sigh as he follows her jawline. It’s as his teeth begin to graze the outside edge of her earlobe - a guaranteed winning choice - that he begins to whisper, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. “So if I’m officially the first boyfriend you’ve brought here … does that mean there’s a bed somewhere that needs breaking in?”

Grinning, Amy turns in his embrace, releasing her grip on his hands so that she can throw her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and nod. He gives her a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows, absorbing her laughter with a slightly longer kiss as his arms wrap around her lower body, and it only takes a moment when he pulls away and looks down at her - but in a moment, she knows.

It’s a combination of things - a curated list of all of her favourite details about him coming together on a hazy June evening: the softness of his touch every time he was near; the warmth of his breath when it ghosted over her skin, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the world that he could ever want to kiss. She knows that it’s still technically early days, but as his fingers tip gently underneath her chin and draw her closer for the kind of kiss one doesn’t forget easily, Amy knows for sure that she is most definitely falling in love with Jake Peralta.

It’s the kind of thought - the kind of kiss - that distracts even the most focused of people, and for that reason alone Amy doesn’t hear the heavy thud of Manny’s boots bounding up the staircase until it’s accompanied by his loud Busted! tone.

“Okay amantes - time to come and at least pretend to be sociable with the family, yah?”

Amy’s lips pull away from Jake’s with a smack, swivelling her head towards her brother as she fixes him with a glare. “We’re here for an entire weekend, Manny. Plenty of time for family stuff.”

That frustratingly mischievous glint appears in her brother’s eyes - a sure sign of danger ahead - and Amy pulls away slightly from Jake. “Ah-huh. No biggie, Ma’s just been asking about your new boyfriend Jake, and is wondering where you’d gotten to … I’ll just tell her you’re both up here exploring the backs of each other’s throats, if that’s cool?”

Grabbing her wrist quickly, Jake yelps out a quick “Nope!”, gently pulling Amy towards the staircase. “We were actually just talking about how we should go down and join the crowd, weren’t we Ames?”

Manny makes little to no effort to conceal his laughter as Amy’s response is a continuation of her glare, and he half-turns towards Jake as all three begin their descent towards the back deck. “FYI, my bedroom is right next to yours, and I sleep real light … wouldn’t want to have to tell Mama about the things that go bump in the night, hey hermana?”

“You’ll get yours, manito.” Amy mumbles, linking hands with Jake as they move further away from their private oasis.

There was a very good chance that this was Manny’s version of revenge (she may or may not have stumbled on her brother & his boyfriend last year, something she still swears to have been an accident) but now she’s both turned on and frustrated; knowing that as long as Manny has anything to do with it, there will be No Sex for her and Jake at the lake house.

Truly, she couldn’t think of a worse way to begin a holiday.

(… is that a red light blinking?)

Attempt number 2: Santa Barbara

Jake’s eyebrows lift in surprise as the strength of Amy’s shove forces him into the couch cushions below, body barely settling against the base before she begins scrambling onto his lap.

Responding to his shock with a satisfied grin, Amy rests her hands on either side of his face to pull him in for a kiss, catching his soft moans and joining them with her own as it deepens.

It isn’t until she’s begun to graze her teeth against the base of his neck that she catches her breath, whispering as her body begins to grind down against his - “I’m totally blaming you for this, by the way.”

“I’m not sure what I’m taking the blame for, but as long as you keep kissing me like that I’m pretty much going to admit to anything.”

She laughs, sinking her teeth gently into his shoulder and leaving a kiss in their wake. “You and your hands, stroking up and down my back all night while I was trying to be the attentive and supportive sister. It was driving me crazy, you don’t know how close I came to dragging you into the coat closet.”

The two of them had flown to Santa Barbara for a long weekend to show their support for Amy’s closest (aka: secretly favourite) brother, Miguel. As the only Santiago child not to join the NYPD, Miguel had instead chosen to become a specialist in the medical field, relocating to follow a promotion in California. This evening he was receiving an award from his peers at a gala uptown, and both Jake and Amy had jumped at the chance to attend - if for no other reason than a chance to get away, after months of double shifts and leads that had taken them absolutely nowhere.

Amy had chosen a new dress for the occasion - black material that shimmered in just the right way, with a low-scoop back to avoid the unbearable summer heat. Paired with her signature studs and heels high enough to do some serious damage if provoked, she’d felt like a million dollars walking into the gala on Jake’s arm - and had smiled ever so proudly as Miguel received his award.

The rest of the night, however, has become a vague memory … because all she can remember feeling - all she can remember even thinking about - was the way Jake’s fingers felt as they feathered against her exposed skin. With his arm draped over her chair he’d been given the perfect amount of leeway throughout the ceremony, and the non-sensical patterns of unconscious action on her boyfriend’s end had sent a parade of tingles all over her body with every lap.

Safe to say, once all the awards have been presented and they’d had the chance to congratulate Miguel once again, Amy had slammed down her fourth drink and found a convenient reason for her and Jake to leave. Immediately.

“To be fair Ames, you do look amazing tonight,” Jake mumbled in-between kisses, running his hand over the expanse of her back to demonstrate his appreciation. “Honestly, I’m blaming the dress for making my already hot girlfriend Super Mega Hot.”

She rewards his sweet declaration with a heated kiss, hands making quick work of his tie - loosening the knot with practised ease (she does, after all, fasten and loosen his work tie most days) and casting the fabric aside as she begins to tackle his buttons.

A beachside mansion, owned by a friend of Roger’s, had been offered to be their accommodation for the weekend - an olive branch of sorts towards Jake that he’d begrudgingly accepted (the notion of his parents dating each other, something he was slowly coming to terms with). Their delayed flight this afternoon had meant that Jake and Amy barely had time to dump their bags before getting changed and leaving again, but the floor-to-ceiling windows and expansive layout she’d picked up on their way out the door already suggested a very comfortable few days ahead.

It is, in fact, only as Jake drops a quick kiss to her lips, suggesting they move things into the bedroom, that Amy stands and actually takes stock of her surroundings (a combination of four drinks and an irresistible partner can clearly only lead to a distracted mind).

Tugging onto her boyfriend’s hand as he continues leading her towards the hallway, Amy lets out a quiet wait a minute - and it’s just enough to pique Jake’s interest, turning to see what it is that’s caught Amy’s attention.

“Ames?”

Raising her finger in a curious point, Amy surveys the room. “Cameras.” At Jake’s silence, she points them out as she slowly circumnavigates the room. “One, two .. I count four altogether. Four cameras, three of them video. Trained to face the furniture, and not the beach.”

Hands on hips, Jake moves further into the centre of the room, frowning. “Yeah, that is a little weird.”

Her eyebrows knit together as she walks towards the bookshelf next to the tv unit, inspecting a container that managed to catch her eye. “Jake, there are like five different handcuffs in here. All of them furry.” Turning her head, she begins to read a few of the labels attached on a row of VHS tapes. Genna and Nicolai … Matt and Lennon … “Cockpit Larry and the Mile High Stewardi?” Swivelling quickly, Amy turns to gasp at Jake. “Babe … what sort of place has your father organised for us?”

Running his hand along the back of his neck, Jake shakes his head quickly. “Let’s not panic just yet, Ames. This could all just be a series of coincidences that when put together seem really weird, but actually aren’t. It .. looks like a normal house - except for all the cameras that seem to be directed towards the couch we were definitely just making out on, maybe a few sex tapes and what, in hindsight, might definitely be release papers waiting for us on the kitchen bench.”

“There’s what, where?”

“In fact, I bet if I lift the lid off of this bowl thing, we’ll find some delicious candy or potpourri or something … and it’s lube. Many, many bottles of lube. Hey, we’ve got the same flavour!”

Amy’s eyes widen, her face paling significantly as she feels her stomach drop to her feet. “Oh god, this is a sex dungeon isn’t it?”

“If not, it’s the background of at least a few porn videos.” Gripping the base of his hair in frustration, Jake lifts his head to curse at the ceiling. “I should’ve known Roger wouldn’t know anybody with a normal house!”

Sensing the panic build up inside of her, Amy scours the room for her purse and heels, both of which had been discarded near the entryway mid-makeout. The arousal that had been coursing through her mere minutes ago has all but disappeared, replaced by the overwhelming urge to take a shower. She was all for porn, just as long as she wasn’t the star of it (one simply doesn’t find NYPD’s youngest female captain on RedTube) - and this house was the kind of place that, under a black light, would resemble a Jackson Pollock. “Jake, we need to leave. We almost had sex in here!”

“Almost being the keyword, Ames. Unless … ”

“Jake!”

“Coming, my love! Title of the sex tape that we definitely didn’t make here!”

(i’m sensing a pattern here …)

Attempt Number 3: The Beach House

“Jake! Jake’s girlfriend! I just pulled Charles’s ear away from your bedroom door, thought you might wanna know!”

Startled, Jake lifts his head up so quickly it hurts his neck a little, both confused and irritated that his earlier activity of planting a series of kisses along Amy’s bare torso has been so rudely interrupted. “Wait, was that …?”

Raising her head off of the pillow, Amy meets his startled gaze with her own. “Did she just - ”

Their suspicions (and, in all honesty - their worst fears) were confirmed a mere second later as another voice booms through their (thankfully, locked) bedroom door.

“I’ve had a very stressful week, Gina! What better way to lull myself into a restful sleep than by listening to the sweet lovemaking of America’s Dream Couple?”

“Oh my god, BOYLE!”

Jake’s knees slide against the sheets as he sits up, lending a hand to Amy as she follows suit. He lets out a defeated sigh as she pushes the hem of her shirt downwards again, leaning forward to grip his arm as he calls through the door - “Boundaries, Charles! … Thank you, Gina!”

“It’s a virtual feast for the ears, you guys! Very soothing, to bear audio witness to the actualisation of love beyond a doorway. It’s only weird if we make it weird.”

“It’s weird and creepy and not okay, Boyle!” Squeezing his eyes shut, Jake cringes at the sheer notion of it. Using his best nope voice, he continues. “Good night!”

From their position on the bed, Jake and Amy hear the faint sound of Gina muttering come on, you weirdo; and they wait in careful silence, sharing flustered looks.

The entire squad had all met up at Boyle’s ex-wife’s beach house this weekend, eager to continue the yearly tradition now that Holt and Jake had finally returned from Florida a month prior. After a day of fun and frivolity (the two of them perhaps being a little unsubtle as they openly checked each other out in their swimwear); the happily reunited couple had snuck away as the evening’s drinks began to die down for a little … alone time.

It had been Jake’s version of paradise, with Amy’s skin still feeling warm and sun kissed as his hands roamed her gorgeous body, and with a schedule of Absolutely Nothing planned for the following day, he intended to keep things going well into the early hours.

That is, of course, until Charles (and Gina, but … mainly Charles) had put a total stop to it.

Amy’s hand squeezes Jake’s bicep, casting a wary glance towards the door before softly speaking. “Wow, that was close.”

“Yeah. I never thought I would say this in relation to sex, but … thank god for Gina.”

“I don’t even want to imagine the alternative.”

Shaking his head, Jake swears under his breath. “You know what this is, right?”

“Charles forgetting basic social normalities, and grossly overstepping the line?”

“No. I mean, yes - that, too. But I think the main culprit here is the curse.”

“The curse?”

“The No Nookie Curse. Tell me you’ve noticed it Ames, it can’t just be me.”

Cocking her head to the side, Amy tests out the term. “The No Nookie Curse?”

Scooting closer to his girlfriend, Jake rests his palms against Amy’s thighs with the practiced comfort of someone who knows her body better than his own. “Every single time we tried to initiate sexy times when we’re on holiday, something happens to interrupt us. I’m telling you, we’re cursed.” He grimaces, rolling his eyes. “Which is probably because I didn’t forward that email on to seven of my closest friends back in 2013, but I was busy that day and - ”

“Jake. There’s no way we’re cursed. We had sex on our last holiday … didn’t we?”

“Do you mean that weekend at Dave’s cool beachfront mansion, that was also definitely used for porn films?”

“Oh right, the sex den. Okay, but that’s a one-off. We’ve been on plenty of holidays prior to that.”

“Like the lake house, where we were both so paranoid that Mama Santiago would find out what we were doing that we barely moved each evening?”

“Yeah, when you add it up like that it really doesn’t sound great.”

“I mean … there was lots of sex on the cruise once Doug Judy disappeared. Good sex, too - not that we ever have bad sex. But that was really good, life-affirming, post-declarations-of-love sex, that I’m completely certain we were able to have because we were in international waters, and therefore outside the curses’s jurisdiction.”

Covering Jake’s hands with her own, Amy squeezes gently at the mention of their cruise holiday and leans in for a chaste kiss. “I’m pretty sure curse’s don’t have jurisdictions, babe.”

“How can you be so sure, Ames? All I know is, whenever we’re on holiday and we try to get the good kind of naked, something always comes along and stops us. And it really is a travesty, because you always get this crazy sexy vacation glow about you that just makes me want to cover your body in kisses, and yet somehow it just never seems to happen.”

“Wow, you’ve really thought a lot about this, huh?”

“Lets just say it’s been eating away at me for a while now.”

A lewd joke dies on Amy’s lips as she looks over at her boyfriend, taking in the obvious frustration in his face and realising how seriously he was taking the issue. “Babe, I promise. There is no such thing as a curse.” Planting her hand on the other side of the bed, she lifts herself up, straddling his lap as he moves quickly to tent his legs behind her. “And I am going to prove it to you - right here, right now.”

His hands land on Amy’s waist, holding her steady as she scrapes the edge of her teeth against his curve of his neck, carding her fingers through his shorter hair while her body slowly gyrates on his lap. “God I love you, Ames.”

“Mmm.” Amy takes in a deep breath, relishing the scent of the man she’d missed for so long, sighing when his hands reach down to squeeze her butt. “I love you too, Jake.”

The curse, the previous interruption … pretty much any kind of detail other than his name was disappearing from Jake’s mind with every press of Amy's warm lips against his skin, and he lets out a soft moan, gripping her body tighter as his hands begin to wander to her front.

THUD.

“OW! Rosa!”

“What the hell, Boyle! I know Gina just pulled you away from here!”

Their kissing coming to an abrupt stop, Amy groans, tucking her head into the juncture of Jake’s neck and shoulder. “Oh my god, again?!”

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Jake falls back onto the mattress, taking Amy with him and curling both arms around her protectively. They listen as Charles and Rosa squabble in the hallway outside, choosing not to acknowledge the horror of it all this time around. With a defeated grumble, Amy reaches for the comforter, covering them both up before returning to her safe place (i.e., Jake’s shoulder).

“What was that you were saying, about curses not existing?”

(okay, now the universe is just messing with us)

Attempt Number 4: Team Building in Deer River

It’s Jake’s absent-minded humming of his current favourite song that puts a tranquil smile on Amy’s face on their return to the campsite, keeping her grip around his waist tight as the leaves crunch loudly beneath their feet.

Together with the squad, they had spent the day attending a team building event in Deer River - a state forest just far enough from the city that camping overnight had been the safest option.

After a full day of trust falls, puzzle solving and a group scavenger hunt, the couple had strategically erected their tent further away from the rest of their team, hoping to afford a little bit of privacy (and perhaps, a safe enough distance from Charles). Following Jake’s exoneration, and the brand new addition of a shiny ring on Amy’s finger, a night away underneath the stars was exactly what they needed; and once everything was set up the two of them had wandered off into the woods for some time to themselves.

(Aka: totally disappearing into the surrounding trees and starting a makeout session that lasted longer than either had anticipated.)

(So much so, that the sun had almost completely set by the time they pulled away from each other, hastily returning each of their clothing to a suitable state before heading back.)

Intent on proving that the No Nookie Curse was only an amalgamation of Jake’s paranoid thoughts, Amy was determined to get back to the campsite and settle themselves into bed before anyone or anything could interrupt them. Her plan involved waiting out the rest of the squad’s bedtime routines, before demonstrating to the love of her life that vacation sex was not only a) possible, it was also b) definitely happening.

Whistling the last few bars of his song, Jake tightens his arm around Amy’s shoulder as a strong wind runs through the surrounding greenery - the fifth gust since they started walking back, all of them gaining in strength - already regretting not grabbing her scarf from their luggage earlier.

“Just throwing it out there, babe? Still on Team Outdoor Sex. Sex in the woods sounds hella cool. Daytime sex, though. Now that the sun has clocked out, and the wind has clocked in, it’s actually kinda really cold.”

“Daytime outdoor sex does sound cool, if you disregard the bugs that will crawl all over you, the ticks that will suck on your blood and potentially give you Lyme disease … the bears that could come along at any second and attack us …”

“Really ramping up on the sexy talk there, Ames.”

Rolling her eyes, Amy squeezes Jake’s hand, linking their fingers together. “All of these are things that would interrupt us, and while I’m still not saying that curses exist, I do think we should try to avoid any temptation for things to go wrong.”

“You’ve put a binder together about this, haven’t you?”

“Not a binder per se, but I’ve definitely done a decent amount of research.” Stopping just shy of the clearing, Amy turns to face her fiancé, wrapping her arms around his waist. “After all, this is the first time we’ve been able to get away since getting engaged. A night away is just what we need, and I’m not letting a thing stop us from taking full advantage of this opportunity.”

Pushing herself up onto her tippy-toes, Amy pecks a quick kiss onto Jake’s lips, satisfyingly noticing their still swollen state from earlier activities. “Besides, if the wind stays like this, I’m going to need something to help keep me warm, Peralta.”

“I’m sure I could think of something,” he mumbles in reply, leaning in for another chaste kiss and groaning when Amy pulls away, grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the camping ground.

Quickly reverting back to their previous positioning - hand over shoulder, arm wrapped around waist - Amy is giggling at something that Jake has just whispered in her ear when Holt comes into sight, raising her free hand in a silent wave as they near him.

“Peralta. Santiago. I’m thankful to have ended up on the same path as the two of you, as it was exactly your presence that I was seeking.”

Pushing a stray lock of hair out of her eye line, Amy nods. “Jake and I went for a walk and must have lost track of the time, sir.” From beside her, Jake subtly nudges his hip into her own, and she resists the urge to elbow him in the ribs. “What did you need us for? Do you need a hand with your tent?”

Wincing, Holt shakes his head slowly. “Ahh, no. Unfortunately, it would appear that your tent was not as securely fastened to the camping ground as previously suggested.”

Amy feels Jake’s hand slide down her back as it falls away - much like their hopes for the rest of the evening would soon do - and she looks over at her superior, confused. “Captain?”

Turning, Holt points through the clearing towards the river, where in the fading light Amy and Jake can faintly make out the tip of their tent as it floats further away from solid ground.

Oh.

“The trouble with openings such as this, is that the prevailing weather meets very little resistance - and so as the wind has grown stronger we have all had to readjust our footings in regards to our own domiciles. Regrettably, such distractions meant that the rapidly loosening fixtures on your tent went unnoticed by the squad. Your lodging managed to catch the wind and set itself adrift on the water before anybody had a chance to attempt recovery.”

Running a hand down his face, Jake lets out a frustrated groan. “Looks like we’re roughing it in the dirt tonight, babe.”

“Weren’t our sleeping bags in the tent as well?” Amy responds, her face falling as Jake nods slowly.

Holt raises his hand, clearly intending to stop the couple from spiralling into total hopelessness. “Fortunately, Kevin and I recently purchased a two room tent that has the ability to sleep ten people, which provides plenty of room for the two of us and Cheddar. Provided you have an adequate amount of your allergy medication with you, Santiago, we can relocate him to our side of the canvas and offer you shelter for the evening. Perhaps in the morning, we will be able to organise a retrieval of your now absent tent.”

Resting his hand on the small of Amy’s back, Jake nods once again. “There’s a spare packet in our bags, which thankfully are still in the common area.”

“Very well. Follow me, then. Kevin has already begun making provisions for your stay, and I’m sure your earlier activities have left you eager for rest.”

Thankful, but also more than a little bit crushed that their plans had fallen apart so swiftly, Jake and Amy follow their captain through the campsite with fallen shoulders.

Jake waits until Holt has passed through the mesh lining into their other ‘room’ before muttering low enough for only Amy’s ears to pick up - “The No Nookie Curse strikes again.”

And truthfully, Amy cannot come up with a single rebuttal - choosing instead to cup her fiancé’s face, and offer a soft kiss in commiseration. Perhaps curses were real, after all.

(seriously, how do those guys do it?)

Attempt Number 5: Romance on the beach

“I’m telling you, Ames. There has to be a secret propellor or something under there. There just has to be. I literally cannot think of any other way.”

Her shoulders shaking from all the laughter, Amy reaches out to rest her arms on either side of her husband’s neck and breaks her chuckle for a kiss. “I know, babe. You’re totally right.”

“I just … how else do they do it?”

Shaking her head, Amy breaks out into another round of laughter, keeping her grip tight so that Jake knows it isn’t directed at him (but rather, the situation at hand).

The Hamptons was their address for the next three days, the location of choice for Tony and his partner Luella’s upcoming wedding. In true Peraltiago Vacation style, emergency renovations to the widespread home that all Santiago siblings were staying in had meant that they were short one room, and Jake and Amy had been the lucky couple to be allocated the sofa bed in the living room as their place of rest.

(A fact that, once broken to them, had led to Jake coughing the word Cursed! under his breath, and in all honesty - this time Amy knew he was absolutely right.)

Fresh from their honeymoon (which, once their captain had left them in peace, had involved a lot of sex … amazingly mind-blowing, sometimes costumed sex - which only served to prove that the international waters clause of the curse still held strong), both of them had entered holiday mode with a renewed vigour to finally set things straight.

Having a sunken living room, with a wraparound balcony looking down at them from above for a bedroom, led to Jake thinking creatively - pulling Amy towards the beach on the first evening, lifting her into his arms and running both of them straight into the ocean.

It was the stuff of fantasies: floating in the water with the one you heart adored, holding onto each other tightly as you make love, the waves lapping around you and the world disappearing for just a little while. The kind of scene that every person has seen in a movie, or read in a book, and one that the newlyweds had actually intended to try on their honeymoon before realising that the beaches surrounding their hotel were rarely secluded enough for such activities.

The reality, however, was vastly different - with the two quickly realising that the art of treading water, while clinging to each other and trying desperately not to drown, did not a sexy tryst make.

It was mid-kiss that Jake finally broke away, sputtering out “Are the guys in all the movies secretly dolphins or something?”, all the while pushing frantic strokes through the water in an effort to stay afloat; causing Amy to burst into laughter - tears streaking down your face, ribs sore from all the shaking kind of laughter - clinging to her husband like a koala as he slowly walked them back towards the shore.

Joining Amy in her mirth, Jake leads her over to the towels that he’d dumped on the sand earlier, spreading them out haphazardly and pulling his wife down to meet him. “Okay, so now we know. Sex in the water = not as easy as it looks.”

Thankful to have chosen a dress for their intended walk on the beach, Amy lifts the wet fabric from her thigh, squeezing out a small fountain of water as she gives Jake a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, babe. It was definitely worth a shot - and bonus points for spontaneity. Very hot.”

Jake’s hand comes to rest on her bared thigh, stroking her skin gently before leaning in for a kiss. “It’s easy to find reasons for spontaneous sex, when you have a wife as hot as I do.”

“Mmm,” Amy moans into his mouth, abandoning the skirt and letting it fall back down with a splat. The sand beneath the towel shifts as she digs her knees in; scrambling closer to Jake to deepen the kiss, knowing all too well that her horniness level was still sitting low on simmer.

She breaks the kiss to nibble on Jake’s earlobe as his hand slides further up the dress, fingertips sliding over her butt, and Amy climbs onto his lap, lifting her hips slightly in silent invitation. Her underwear slides down a moment later, lifting her knees and then her ankles until they’re being tucked into Jake’s pocket, and she takes advantage of the freedom by grinding down on his growing erection.

Despite the cool sea water still dripping down her skin, Jake’s hands feel warm as he moves to caress her once more, palm digging into her derriere as he pulls her in for a heavy kiss, and suddenly Amy thinks she’s beginning to understand all the reasons why ‘sex on the beach’ is such a popular term.

Jake’s fingers caress her folds shortly after, dipping one finger in before following with another, and it's everything Amy has been craving for, her husband’s lips leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline while she writhes on his lap.

It’s only as his hand pulls away, and her hips continue to sway closer to Jake’s body, that a whole other sensation begins to form. Yanking her mouth away from the hickey she’d been creating on Jake’s neck, Amy presses a hand to his chest and whispers - “Jake! The sand.”

“Mmm, yeah. All soft and warm, it’s kinda hot.”

Shaking her head, Amy rears back further, only to let out a sharp cry. “No, Jake! I think the sand has gotten into … places.”

He blinks, shaking himself out of his makeout stupor. “Wait. Ames, are you okay?”

“My vagina is on fire, babe.”

Scrambling upwards, Jake reaches out to help Amy stand, wincing at her obvious discomfort. “Do you want to go back into the water?”

Amy shakes her head quickly. “I need a shower, pronto. Oh god, I can feel all the little grains scraping.”

“Oh no, it would have been on my hands, and then I … I’m so sorry, Ames.” Turning, Jake presents his back to her, bending lower. “Here, jump up and I’ll carry you back to the house and straight into the shower. I’m so sorry, babe."

His hands dig into her lower thigh as Amy rests her upper body against her husband’s back, pressing her forehead into his shoulder blade and letting out a groan. “Okay universe, we get it! The No Nookie curse is real!”

“It’s real and it sucks!” Jake’s voice comes out in a huff as he rushes through the sand, grateful that they hadn’t strayed too far from the house.

“Ugh, why have people named a drink after this?!”

Part 2:

(and the 1 time they’re successful)

(I'm definitely seeing stars)

Jake’s grip on his wife’s hand holds strong as he leads her up to the highest point of the house, pausing at the base of the final set of stairs and gesturing for her to take the lead. Amy gives him a curious look as she passes him, clearly intrigued, and he whispers a compliment directed at her butt (always a favourite) as they both begin their ascent.

Holt and Kevin’s vow renewal ceremony was (finally!) taking place this coming weekend, and the squad - plus partners and children alike - had all convened earlier today at their allocated accommodation in the Berkshires.

The house - like many in the surrounding neighbourhood - was larger than the precinct and all of their homes combined; stretching out into various wings and drawing the eye upward with it’s high ceilings and exposed stonework. This time, Jake and Amy had gone to great lengths to ensure they were allocated their own room towards the opposite end of the home, large enough to accommodate a now eight months old Mac while also ensuring a modicum of privacy - a concept dearly treasured, after so many disastrous attempts.

Exhausted after a full day of sticking to a rigid schedule of rehearsals and preparations alike, Jake had waited until they’d been able to lull their son to sleep in his travel cot before luring Amy into the hallway with the promise of a surprise; and he’s not entirely sure if it his proposal to her several years ago that finally got Amy on board with his surprises, or if it was just indicative of the trust he’d been able to earn - but either way, she follows eagerly with an excited grin.

He hears the excited gasp that escapes her mouth as the door at the top swings open, the full extent of his plan coming to fruition as Amy moves further into the landing and turns to him with eyes that sparkled. “Jake … this is amazing!”

Tucking both hands into his pockets, Jake puts on his best humble brag face as he joins his wife in the centre of the alcove. “So I did a little research on this place before we got here, and as it turns out the owner/builder was a massive fan of stargazing.” Nodding towards the low set walls that wrapped around the base, he turns to Amy with a proud grin. “They’d built this landing solely for that purpose. And tonight, it is our little hideaway.”

Amy’s eyes soften as she takes in the surrounding tea light candles, the blow-up mattress covered in blankets and pillows in the middle of it all, and the bottle of wine still chilling in a bucket of ice to the side. “Wow, babe. You really pulled out all the stops on this one.”

“One could say .. a whole binders worth of preparation.”

Her head swivels towards him, and he grins triumphantly. “You made a binder for this?”

“You haven’t even heard the best part. The door we just went through is the only way in or out, and I have the key right here in my pocket. Rosa has stepped in to keep an eye on Mac, and has promised that she will only call if it’s an emergency. She also seems to have figured out what we are doing up here, and appears to be equal parts impressed and disgusted.”

Amy nods, moving closer and resting her hands on either side of Jake’s neck.

“Holt and Kevin are off with Laverne, Charles and Genevieve have taken Nikolaj camping half an hour away, and Terry and Sharon are exhausted from chasing after their kids all day. Hitchcock and Scully had both an apple pie and a cake after dinner, so I can only assume that they’ve slipped into some sort of post-sugar high coma.” Leaning in to press a soft kiss at the edge of Amy’s lips, Jake pulls away with a grin. “What I’m saying, my darling, is that there is almost no chance of us getting interrupted.”

Moving closer still, Amy wraps both arms around Jake’s neck, carding her fingers through his slightly overgrown curls as she draws him in for a heart-pounding kiss. “Looks like we’re kicking a certain curse’s butt tonight.”

Nodding, Jake initiates another kiss, waiting until he feels Amy melt completely in his arms before grazing his lips along the edge of her cheek, peppering tiny kisses in their wake. “While I am definitely looking forward to breaking the curse, this is mainly just me wanting you to feel good, babe.”

“Mmm. I’d say you’re on the right track.”

His teeth scrape lightly against her earlobe as he lets out a soft laugh, pulling their bodies closer together. “You work so hard, Ames .. and you do so much for Mac and I. You deserve to have a holiday, and really relax.” Continuing the path paved earlier, Jake reaches the juncture of her neck and swipes his tongue against her warm skin. “Let me make you feel good, babe.”

Amy lets out a moan, Jake’s hands wandering down the front of her jeans, cupping her centre through the fabric and rubbing with a slow rhythm; and he pulls away with a sly grin.

“There is one tiny detail that we need to take into consideration, actually.” Raising one hand, Jake gestures towards the open design of the landing. “Out here it’s just you, me and the stars … and sound travels like crazy.” He drops a tender kiss to her lips, leaving the intimation of both his and hers tendency to get a little loud during sex unspoken. “In fact, you could even say it’s - ” leaning in, he flips into his Best Sexy Tone - “omnidirectional.”

“Oh, mama …”

“We’re going to have to try really hard to stay quiet, babe.” Tightening his grip around her waist, Jake lowers his body slightly and Amy picks up on the queue, wrapping her legs around her husband as he moves them towards the blankets. He lowers her carefully, shaking his head in wonder as she gazes back up at him: looking like some kind of heavenly creation amongst the mixture of candlelight and stars. “I’m so in love with you, Amy Santiago.”

A soft blush creeps onto her cheeks, and Amy crooks her finger in a silent request for her husband’s presence, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as he covers her body with his own. “I love you too, Jake.”

Her hips tilt marginally upwards, rubbing her body against the fabric of Jake’s own jeans as she reaches for his fly, making quick work of the barriers as her hand slides inside to grip his rapidly growing erection. Quick to follow suit, Jake pulls away from their embrace only to tug both his and Amy’s jeans off completely, casting both of their tops and underwear aside haphazardly and mentally congratulating his earlier decision to use battery-powered candles over real ones. Setting fire to the highest point of a house is a great way to kill a mood - and ruin a wedding - and there wasn’t a single way that he was going to let the two of them be interrupted tonight.

His erection rubs against Amy’s naked thigh as he covers her body once again, sweeping his hand over her curves as his hand heads directly to her centre. He covers her mouth with his own while his fingers begin to explore, taking in the moisture they find and gently massaging just the way Amy loves. Her hips sway beneath Jake’s torso, working with his deft touch as her hand moves to circle his cock, squeezing and pumping slowly … a familiar move that only made Jake last a full two minutes the last time she tried it.

The two of them are straight-up moaning by now, rotating between messy kisses and heated breaths against shoulders and necks as they both work each other up with expert precision. Contorting his back, Jake moves to sink his teeth into the edge of Amy’s right breast, desperate for a taste of her arousal but knowing all too well that if he moves too far away from her mouth, his wife will begin to really cry out, and the risk of exposure was just too great.

Instead, he slides back up to press his lips against hers, the desire obvious as his bare crotch ruts against her own. Amy’s responding moan is stuttered, her attempts to keep everything quiet obvious, and he grins.

“You’re doing so well at staying quiet, Ames … god you’re so sexy.” Tongue sweeping against hers, absorbing the moans that were gaining in intensity, Jake’s thumb rubs persistently at her clit, matching the tempo of her rotating wrist as they push each other closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god Jake … fuck me. Fuck me now, fuck me hard.”

Looping his elbow under one of her knees, Jake moves into position and enters Amy in a single thrust, feeling momentarily breathless as the warmth of her surrounds him completely. Her other leg swings around to rest on his butt, holding him close as he pulls out and slams back in again, and truly, this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

Pressing one hand into the base of the landing, Jake pushes down for leverage as he returns his right hand to Amy’s clit - resuming the circled patterns he’d initiated earlier - and Amy sinks her teeth into Jake’s shoulder as she comes with a muffled shout. The feeling of her walls pulsing around his cock makes him descend into a state of almost madness, increasing the intensity of his thrusts until it’s all just pure instinct, chasing the euphoric high but nowhere near ready for any of this to end.

Slipping her other leg from his grip, Amy digs her fingers into Jake’s shoulders as she rolls him onto his back, keeping their hips joined as much as possible to avoid any chance of disruption. Her body is slick with sweat as she rises above him, planting her hands on his chest and looking down at her husband with a flushed and satisfied grin, rising and falling as she takes over Jake’s steady pace.

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had,” she whispers, leaning down to circle her tongue over his nipples, sucking a love bite into his pec as she goes. “Fuck, this feels so good.” Rising again, Amy leans back until her hair is trailing down her spine, and the sight in front of him nearly pushes Jake over the edge completely.

She looked so incredible like this, bare and open and clearly just letting her body take over as she swivels her hips into his thrusts, his cock glistening with her arousal as she slides up and down. Jake has known, for a long time now, that there is nobody in the world that could ever be as beautiful as Amy Santiago, and tonight only serves to solidify his belief.

There’s a bit more of a curve to her skin now, a soft swell to her belly that stands as proof of the their amazing son; and he knows that at times she feels self-conscious of the changes she cannot control, but he fell in love with Amy for a million reasons, and her body was only one of them. His body has changed as well, after all; and probably will again over the course of the next fifty years, and there is nothing that will ever change the way they feel about each other.

He tents his legs to a low degree behind her, offering support as his hands begin to cover every expanse of her body, thumbing the inverted arch of her breasts with reverence as they bounce against their joint movements. Jake's not sure if he’ll ever win the lottery, but it’s clear that he’s already reached the jackpot right here in this moment, watching Amy hurtle ever closer to another orgasm.

It’s the faltered breaths and the occasional stilling of her hips that tells Jake that his wife is nearly there, and with gentle coaxing she falls forward again, mashing her lips against his as their chests press together. Knowing that this is an angle that both of them enjoy, Jake digs his fingers into Amy’s butt as he lifts his hips off the ground, hammering into Amy as the steady motion presses her clit against his pelvis, whispering her name over and over as her fingers grip his hair by the roots. Her body begins to shake, followed by a whisper of babe I’m close, and Jake pushes his body a degree or two higher.

There’s a sharp sting against his skin as Amy comes, her mouth clamped over the edge of his shoulder as the need to scream is just too powerful, the vibrations of her moans reverberating into his intoxicated mind. The sheer mixture of pleasure and pain is all Jake needs to let go completely, pouring himself inside his wife as calls out her name without suppression, and Amy’s hand clamps quickly over his mouth before the sound of his climax can travel too far.

It takes a long while for either Jake or Amy to be able to speak, their bodies a jumble mess as they struggle to catch their breath, the silence only broken as Amy cranes her neck back towards the sky and gasps - “Wow, you really can see so many stars from here!”

From beside her Jake nods, still partially in a state of seeing stars of his own as his heart begins to return to a normal pace. He lets out a gradual sigh as Amy shifts closer to him, curling her arm around his waist and tucking her head into his shoulder.

Wrapping his left arm around her naked body (he’s not sure there’ll ever be a time when he will ever have enough of it), Jake raises his right hand for a high five. “We did it, Ames. We broke the curse.”

Amy’s responding laugh is loud, and probably carried over the grounds, but Jake doesn’t care at all anymore, and she meets his hand with a triumphant slap. “Yeah we did! Suck it, universe!”

His grip grows tighter, seizing the blanket with the tips of his fingers and sliding it over their skin before his wife has a chance to feel the coolness of the night’s sky. He knows that they should probably head downstairs soon, sneak back into their bedroom and relieve Aunty Roro of her babysitting duties, but the afterglow of this moment feels too sweet to give away - Mac has been sleeping through the night for a solid two months now, and he knows that if anything had gone wrong they’d have known well before now.

Amy’s lips ghost against his bicep as she lets her eyelids flutter close for a moment (a post-sex power nap often needed, rarely lasting longer than thirty minutes), and Jake smiles at the sight, letting her nestle in to his embrace as he gazes through the glass ceiling above them to watch the stars.

He already knows that he won’t be able to find anything brighter than their future up there in the darkness, but for now, he’s content to watch the world pass them by for just a little bit longer.

#I hope you like this!#best of both worlds with the smut and fluff again #b99fandomevents #b99 summer 2020 fic exchange #my writing #Peraltiago smut #Peraltiago fluff #b99fic #b99 fic

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Hello! May I ask how you draw? I'm currently learning how to myself and would be highly interested into a step to step process by you! Like from sketch to the done thing (no color necessary)

Hello there!

I dunno how I feel about showing how I work/giving advice to someone who’s learning (and I say it as a pro artist who went through years of traditional art education) because when I do the illustrations you see here on my tumblr I BREAK THE RULES you’d learn though life drawing routine, and give in to bad habits, and my methods are rather unplanned and chaotic which makes it difficult to pinpoint significant stages. But I used my portable potato to take some photos during working on my last piece, so I’ll throw it here with a bit of an explanation of what’s going on.

Before I begin - and because you’re about to look at a mess of a WIP - I’d like to give you some general advice that generally makes life easier when you draw (again, things that I learned in traditional arts education - another artist might advise you the complete opposite, dunno!)

Work holistically. Forget them satisfying-to-look-at clips on instagram showing someone produce a hyperrealistic portrait starting from an eye, with each and every element emerging being finished before they proceed to another part. It takes a lot of talent, yes, but these are ppl redrawing a photo in a kind of a mechanical manner. Most artists don’t work this way. Especially if you’re working without a reference, or if you’re doing a life drawing - your process will be layering and changing and finding what works best to give an impression of what you’re drawing rather than reproduce the exact image, and your artwork is likely to look messy most of the time.That said: don’t start with the details. Don’t spend too much time on a particular part while neglecting others. Your goal is to keep the whole piece at the same level of ‘finished’ (even though it’s unfinished - do I make sense?) before you’re confident that everything is where it should be and proceed to the details. So sketch out the composition first. See how things fit, what’s the dynamics. You’ll save yourself from limbs sticking out from the frame, odd proportions etc etc.

Because it’s a game of relationships between different parts of the picture/scene. I ask you not to worry about finishing a single element before laying out the rest because you’ll find that said element will look different once the other part appears! For instance - you might think that the colour you picked for a character’s hair is already very dark. But once you’re done with the night sky background, you’ll find that it’s in fact too light, and doesn’t work well with the cold palette. You’ll have to revisit different parts of the image as you go to balance these relationships and make the picture work as a whole.

Give an impression of something being there without actually drawing it ‘properly’- because details are hard, mate. You’ll see that my lineart usually has hardly any, and my colouring is large unrefined stains, but the finished thing looks convincing. Like, fuck, I can never focus on how Crowley’s eyes are really shaped. So I just turn them into large glowing yellow ellipses crossed by a line, and heard no protests so far.

Don’t panic if you messed up (you probably didn’t anyway). It might turn out to be a completely unnoticeable mistake - because, remember, things work together to balance each other, so another finished off prominent element will probably drown that badly placed line that looked so visible and out of place a second ago.

It might not look good before it’s finished. I’m mostly immune to it after years of drawing, and my recent illustrations all follow a specific method (ykno, my sunset glow effects and all that) so I can kinda predict the next stage. But I do my linearts on a specially picked crap paper, I don’t bother erasing the smudged graphite, and it looks messy af until I make the background white in Photoshop. Conclusion: you might have a moment of doubt as you work through a piece, but try to break through it - I often suddenly start to like what I cursed a minute before! - and try to finish it even if it’s meant to be bad. This way, looking through your past pieces, you’ll see the progress. And trust me, I can’t even look at my art from literally three months ago. It’s normal.

Now, pics! The sketches are paler in real life, but I increased the contrast a little so you can see something.

1. Laying out the composition!

I wanted to just show them kissing, but I got carried away due to some Art Nouveau inspiration. As you might have noticed, most of my illustrations are quite self-contained (ykno - they look like a sticker on a plain background). So I wanted a tight swirl bordered by Aziraphale’s wings creating a sort of rounded, yin-yang like bubble around them. Consequently I made the whole composition revolve around their heads.

2. Adding more details to the sketch. It’s messy af. It will be messy until I’m done. It’s fine.

3. These are the fineliners I use for the linearts! They are made by Uni-ball and come in light and dark grey. I also sometimes use the guy on the left - ‘Touch’ sign pen by Pentel, when I want more brush-like, wider strokes. I work in grey because when I scan it and do my usual boring trick with sunlight highlights - which is an Overlay mode layer in Photoshop - the highlights ‘burn out’ the lines too and make them vanish a little, and the lighting effect gets more striking. I also like to use the light grey ones to make something look pencil-y without actually using pencil, because pencil fucking smudges.

4. It smudges! So because I am right handed, I start inking from the right hand side, no matter how tempted I am to do their faces first.

5. You can see the composition directions here. I made it intuitively, but ofc some ppl actually use grids etc to lay out their drawings.

6. See how pale ans thin the lineart was at first? I kept adjusting it as new inked parts were appearing. It starts to look nice and consistent now!

7. Finished lineart? There are some mistakes which I later corrected in PS. Notice that Aziraphale’s face has hardly any details on it - I tried to make the drawing suggest his expression rather than risk overdoing it.

8. Photoshop time!! You can totally do what I did here even if you don’t have a graphic tablet. I used Curves tool to enhance the lineart, then Quick Selection Tool to select the background around around my sticker-like piece and filled it white (on a new layer ofc). I keep this white layer on top of the layer order so it works as a mask as I colour. I decided I did not like the hatching shading underneath Aziraphale’s halo, so I erased it with a Stamp tool (because I wanna keep the textured grey fill my crap paper naturally gives me!). It’s done roughly but won’t be visible once the thing is coloured.

9. And the reason why I keep the grey shade instead of easily getting rid of it by using Curves/Levels is because when I set this layer to Multiply mode and colour underneath, it gives me this nice desaturated look like from an old cheap paper comic page. It works as a natural filter! But of course I can’t do bright colours this way, so all my glowing highlights happen ABOVE the lineart layer - on a separate layer in Overlay mode!

Finished thing here!

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Take All of Me-- Luke&Lily

It’s finally here! I’m sorry it took so long, but between the schedule change because of covid-19, writing funks and my laptop crashing, it’s here! There are links that will go along with the fic and they will be bolded so you can click on them.

Songs that inspired this:

Lover of Mine by 5sos (name of title)

Stuck in Gravity by Of Monsters & Men

Word Count: 9.7K words!

Warnings: two brief smut scenarios, pregnancy, water birth, and I think that’s it

Masterlist

Luke&Lily Masterlist

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you all for loving these characters as much as I do! Feedback is always welcome!💕💕

• • • •

Cory and his new girlfriend, Ella, wanted to take Lily to a Disney on Ice: Frozen one Sunday night and you were more than okay with Lily to go along. Cory has been dating Ella for the last seven months. They met through a mutual friend that he plays poker with on Monday nights and they really hit it off.

He gave you the same amount of courtesy as you did with Luke about informing you of Ella before he had her meet Lily. You were happy for him that he’s found someone to care for again and when you met her for the first-time dropping Lily off for the weekend, you liked her immediately.

She had a kind smile and a gentle heart, and she was very patient with Lily at that first meeting. Lily was originally in Luke’s arms when they walked up but as soon as she saw the new stranger, she reached for you.

Cory stepped forward taking Lily’s small hand in his. “Lils, this is a special friend of daddy’s, her name’s Ella. Can you say hi?”

You kissed Lily’s head three times in assurance, and she said a small ‘hello.’

“Hi Lily,” Ella smiled kindly leaning down, so she was at eye level with her. “Your daddy has told me all about you and how you like Frozen. It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Lily blinked at her then looked up at you and you nodded excitedly.

“She loves Anna and Elsa too!”

“Olaf!” Lily smiled.

“Olaf too! What does Olaf like to do?” Ella asked and you’re impressed with her inclination to talk to Lily.

“Warm hugs!”

You liked Ella, you really did, but it also panged you a little to see how excited Lily got when you and Luke dropped her off at Cory’s on the weekends now. It’s something you wrestled with for a long time, would Ella be like her other mother? Lily calls Luke ‘dada’ and it will absolutely crush you if she starts to call Ella that.

“No one could ever replace you, lovie,” Luke said one Friday while you dropped her off in the morning.

“Hmm, what?” you ask, and his hand reached over to still your twisting fingers, a habit you have when you’re anxious.

“I know you’re worried Ella is going to be taking your place, but nothing will come between the bond you have with Lily.”

“She gets so excited to see her . . .” you mumbled looking down at your joined fingers with Luke. “I’m glad she likes her, and they get along but I’m . . . I’m a little jealous.”

Luke sighs heavily as he pulls into the garage, he cuts the ignition and turns to you. He pulls on your hand until you look over at him, eyes sad.

“I know you are, lovie,” he said gently, stroking your cheek, “but no one will replace you. Your Lily’s mama and no one will take that place. Besides, Cory’s told me she calls her Ella and always says ‘mama this’ or ‘mama that.’”

“Really?” your body relaxed.

“Mhm,” he nodded and pressed his lips to yours, “you’re her one and only mama.”

That night, you and Luke shared a romantic evening with homemade pasta and an early night in between the sheets. Any moment you had alone you never took it for granted.

***

Lily hands you the last little sticker decal on the changeable letter board just as you come back from that special moment three months ago. You’ve been planning this little arts and crafts for about two weeks now and you are finally putting it into motion.

It’s a warm day in the middle of September, and you have gathered in yours and Luke’s kitchen a bunch of mixing bowls and ingredients to make cupcakes. Lily is standing on a chair next to you, her little baby blue apron tied securely on her.

You glance at your daughter, pure love and pride swelling up inside.

About a month ago, while Luke was at the studio you took Lily to the craft store so you could buy the supplies you needed. You explained to her that there was a little baby growing inside of you and you used one of her baby dolls she had to help her understand.

“We’re going to surprise dada though, okay? So, you must keep it a super, super secret!” you told her while you were at the store. You pressed your finger to your lips and Lily did the same, understanding your motion.

Now here you are, setting up your surprise to tell Luke that you’re pregnant. You hadn’t been trying but you hadn’t been not trying either.

You knew before you even bought a pregnancy test because you had migraines like crazy and everything you ate made you nauseous which is exactly what happened when you were pregnant with Lily.

Petunia sat up as fast as she could near your feet, she’s been by your side constantly, which means Luke is home. You have a slight moment of panic and set the board up on the little easel and place the vase of lilies in front of it so it’s in perfect display for Luke.

Lily remembers to stay quiet but stands proudly with a smile on her face waiting for Luke to enter the room.

“There’s my girls,” Luke smiles, tossing his keys in the bowl. His eyes scan between you and Lily and the dozen cupcakes cooling on the racks next to you, but his pretty blue eyes fall on the board. You see his mouth form the words:

Recipe for 1 baby sister

2 cups hugs

3 cups kisses

4 cups love

Baby Hemmings expected May 2021

Then his eyes scan to the small black and white sonogram showing your baby. He walks slowly to you; mouth open in shock while his eyes continue to dart between you and the board.

“Are you . . .?” his question is left hanging and you nod your head smiling happily.

“Look dada! It’s a baby there!” Lily exclaims pointing her finger at the photo.

At the word ‘baby’ he looks down to your stomach and he bites his lip. You take his hand in yours then tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. His eyes are even brighter from the tears that have pooled in the corners.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you tell him, your own voice thick with emotion.

Luke lets out a choked laugh, his arms wrap around you and he hugs you tightly with his face in your neck. You hug him back with the same amount of pressure, your fingers playing with his curls at the nape of his neck as he sways from side to side.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he mumbles and sniffs before pulling away. He gives you a soft kiss that turns into multiple until he knocks his forehead against yours. “You just made me the happiest man in the world, lovie.”

“Look dada! It’s a baby!” Lily exclaims again, pulling on his arm.

Luke sniffs once more and you wipe the tears away from his cheeks and he picks Lily up in his arms.

“Did you help mama with all this, sweets?” he asks, giving her a kiss as he reads over the board again. “You already know it’s a girl?”

“Not yet, but I feel like she’s a girl,” you smile, “I’m going through exactly what I did with Lily. The migraines, getting sick at everything.”

“You were getting sick? When?!”

“You were sleeping after late sessions with the guys,” you shrug, “it’s okay.”

“I would have helped you, lovie.”

“You can help with the rest, like when I can’t get my shoes on,” you smile.

“And you kept this secret from me, little girl? Huh?” Luke turns his attention to Lily and tickles her belly until she’s giggling uncontrollably. Luke’s smile fades a little as he takes you in, he can already see a glow in you and wants to turn that glow into a sparkle. “Wait here, Lily and I have to do something quick.”

You give him a confused look which he returns with a wink and disappears down the hall with Lily in his arms. You glance down at Petunia who shifts on her bottom and looks back with her brown eyes.

“Are you in on this secret?” you ask her.

In the time it would take for her to respond (as if she could) Luke and Lily were already walking back into the kitchen. Luke crouches and sets Lily down on the ground, he spins her around and pushes her forward and you gasp.

On her shirt are the words “mama will you marry dada?” and Luke is on his knee behind her with a ring box. Lily is swinging from side to side sticking her chest out proudly as you move closer and Luke takes your hand in his.

“I wanted to do this in the morning in bed. I’d carry Lily in wearing this and it’d be perfect, but no moment is more perfect than this. I already made the mistake of giving you away those three months so long ago and I’ll never do that again. Out of all the things in my life and all of my crimes you’re the only thing I got right; will you marry me?”

He pops open the ring box, but you can’t even see what the ring looks like because your vision is blurred from your tears.

“Yes,” you whisper, pulling on the collar of his shirt so you can kiss him. He rises from the floor and his arms snake around your waist so he can kiss you more easily.

“I wanna see! I wanna see!” Lily pulls on both of your legs causing you and Luke to chuckle.

“Let’s have mama see the ring first, my sweet,” Luke smiles then slides the diamond on your finger.

Your mouth drops open when you see it, a dazzling oval diamond sparkles up at you atop a rose gold band glittered with interwoven diamonds.

“Luke, this is--” you sigh and are at a loss for words.

“I had some help picking it out.”

You glance up at him and then down at Lily who is giving you her signature sweet smile. You bend down and touch her cheek.

“Did you help pick this out for me?” you ask holding up your hand so she can see the jewelry and she nods. “I love it, you and dada did such a good job.”

“Daddy liked it too!”

“He did?” your brows furrowed, and Luke is kneeling along with you now.

“I asked him and Lily if I could marry you.”

***

You’d been working late all week and getting up super early because there was a special case that needed everyone’s attention. So, Luke would be taking Lily over to Cory’s house at about ten o’clock after he made Lily and himself some breakfast.

Luke has been stressing out for about a month and even more stressed out that whole week because he wanted, no, needed to talk to Cory. He’s grateful you had to go to work early, but not so thankful that it’s been leaving you exhausted.

He gathered Lily and her things, zipped up her purple raincoat and carried her to the car through the slight drizzle that was falling from the sky. They listened to his playlist of Disney songs he’s made on his Spotify that Lily likes on the drive to Cory’s house and Luke became more nervous as each mile came closer.

Luke is proud to say that Cory has become a close friend of his over the last three years. From seeing him every weekend to drop off and pick Lily up to inviting him out to the bar with the guys. They’ve spent holidays and Lily’s birthdays together.

He’s also thankful that Cory came and talked to Luke when you broke up and gave him the nudge, he needed to get you back.

The rain is coming down a bit harder now and Luke makes sure to pull Lily’s hood up over her head as he carries her to the door which is already opened by Cory.

“Hey guys,” Cory smiled stepping aside.

“Hey man,” Luke greeted, and he could hear his voice shake. He hoped Cory doesn’t notice as he handed Lily off who is excited to see her dad.

“Y/N’s still having to go in early, huh? Hi Lils, how are you doing sweetheart?” Cory asked and kissed Lily’s nose before setting her on the ground to take off her rain jacket.

“Good. Dada made pancakes!”

“He did? Wow, I hope there were blueberries,” Cory kissed Lily’s forehead.

“She won’t eat them otherwise,” Luke laughed then ran his fingers through his curls. “Hey, can I um . . . talk to you about something, Cory?”

“Yeah, come on in. Ella will be here in an hour anyway,” he nodded moving into the kitchen where there’s a mug of coffee on the table. He pulled another mug from the cupboard. “Want a cup?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Cream or sugar?”

“Neither, thanks,” Luke sighed, taking a seat in the chair opposite Cory's mug.

Cory eyed him carefully when he brought over his mug and sat down across from him. Lily came running back to them with her snuffy and bunny wanting to crawl up onto Cory’s lap. He pulled her up happily then looked at Luke.

“So, what’s up?” Cory asked.

“Uh, right,” Luke cleared his throat, his finger tracing the ring of the cup then he stopped suddenly. “I don’t really know how to start so bear with me.”

“You’re good man,” Cory nodded, brushing Lily’s hair behind her back.

“You and Lily are the most important people in Y/N’s life and she’s the most important person in my life, along with your little girl right there,” Luke smiled pointing to Lily. “And I can’t thank you enough for being so welcoming to me and I love Y/N so much and I . . . I want to ask how you’d feel if I were to . . . to ask her to marry me.” Luke’s eyes slid up on the last sentence to finally look at Cory.

“You’re an important person in her life, too Luke, don’t downplay yourself like that. I think it’s a great idea to ask her to marry you. What do you think, Lils? You want mama to marry Luke?”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“There’d be a big party and you’d be in a pretty dress and Luke and mama will be together forever,” Cory explained, and Lily listened carefully to his words. Her little fingers play with her bunny’s ears.

“Like Cinderella?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, just like Cinderella.”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Luke and Cory laughed.

“You’re all right with it?” Luke asked again.

“I appreciate you asking, but you don’t need to run your relationship by me, man. You both deserve to be happy.”

“You’re Lily’s dad, I want to make sure you’re happy too.”

“I am, man,” Cory smiled, rubbing Lily’s back. “I’ve got this little girl right here and Ella. Y/N’s still in my life too, and now you are as well. We’re a bit messed up for a family but it’s still family. Ask her to marry you.”

●●●●●

October 6, Lily’s fourth birthday, came a month after the double surprise of the pregnancy and baby announcement which would also be the time, you’d tell everyone about the pregnancy and figured her birthday was a good time to tell.

Surprisingly, you thought your morning sickness was over but after you told Luke you were throwing up at odd hours of the day for the following two weeks. Luke was by your side the whole time, rubbing your back and wiping your brow of sweat that formed.

The plan to tell everyone about the pregnancy was to put Lily in a pink t-shirt that said, ‘Best Big Sister’ and she loved to wear it.

While you and Luke were finishing up last minute decorating Lily was watching for her uncles and Cory by the front door with Petunia sitting next to her.

“Do you think they’ll even read her shirt?” you ask nervously, your hands placed across your belly.

“Of course, they will,” Luke smiles placing the last of the plates on the table.

“And we’re not taking away from her birthday, right?”

“Lovie,” Luke smiles and moves in front of you taking your hands away from your belly. He presses his lips to your hands, eyes on you. “Lily’s just as excited to tell them as we are. We aren’t taking anything away from her, okay?”

“Okay, yeah,” you nod, “you’re right. I’m sorry I’m being so paranoid.”

“Not paranoid, just a concerned mama,” he smiles. “I kind of like it though.”

“Why?” you giggle.

“Because, it’s my turn to calm you down. Usually you’re the one making sure I keep my head down on earth but now that you’re pregnant, I get to do it for you.”

He gives you a sweet kiss just as Lily squeals in delight that her uncles are here. The three of you meet everybody outside and Lily first runs to Cory and Ella who scoops her up.

“There’s my birthday girl!” Cory smiles throwing her up in the air.

You take Luke’s hand when everyone else says hello to her as well and then their eyes move as one to her shirt then to you and back again to her shirt.

“No way!”

“You’re pregnant?!”

“Is this real?”

“It’s real,” you sigh happily with a shrug, “I’m pregnant!”

They all cheer and shower you in hugs and kisses with congratulations going all around. Lily is happy as well pointing to your belly.

“My sister’s in there,” she states proudly to Cory.

“It’s a girl?” Cory asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Well, we won’t know officially until the end of November,” Luke smiles squeezing your shoulder and kisses your cheek, “but we think it’s a girl.”

“How exciting!” Crystal exclaims and gives you another hug. “How are you feeling? Do you need to sit down?”

“I’m fine,” you laugh. “I’m not due until May. But I don’t want to take away from Lily’s day, so let’s go inside.”

●●●●●

Luke couldn’t stop smiling after leaving the doctor’s office. Lily was already at Cory and Ella’s for the weekend, so it was just you and Luke at the office to find out the sex of the baby. He held your hand tightly as the nurse squeezed the gel onto your belly and the familiar echoed ga-lump of the ultrasound filled the room.

You were transported back to when this was just you and little Lily perched inside your womb. You were alone back then because Cory was away and while it filled you with sadness you made sure not to let it affect your pregnancy.

Luke’s squeeze to your hand brought you back to the present and you knew this time would be different. Luke is present and he is so excited to experience this with you and you felt the exact same. The nurse smiled when she told you it was indeed a girl and Luke started crying and he kissed your temple before peering closer at the monitor.

“That’s her?” he pointed to a small blob.

“That’s your daughter,” the nurse smiled.

As soon as you got home, he let Petunia out then just stared at you with a glazed look in his eye.

“What?” you chuckle setting your things down on the counter.

“I just love you,” he says simply stepping closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist. You rest your palms on his chest and you don’t miss the long glance at the ring on your finger from him before he looks in your eyes. “And I love Lily and this little rosebud growing inside you.”

“I love you too, honey,” you smile then make an amused face, “rosebud, huh? I’ve never heard that one.”

“She looked like a little rosebud on the screen,” he smiles knocking his head to your forehead. “I was thinking . . .”

“Uh oh,” you giggle sliding your hands over his shoulders and into his hair.

“Shut up,” he chuckles, his hands rub up and down your back. “I was thinking of when this little rosebud was conceived.”

“You think you know when that was?”

“Well, ten weeks ago Lily was at that Frozen show with Cory and Ella . . . and we didn’t get out of bed until we had to go pick her up . . .” his voice drifts off as he takes your top lip between his own.

You sigh into his kiss, relishing in his soft lips as his tongue slips into your mouth. Your stomach tightens and your thighs clench together from the heat behind his kiss.

“Take me to bed,” you sigh.

Luke hums in approval and lifts you into his arms effortlessly. You remove each other’s clothes slowly, eyes taking each other in as you do. It’s been so long since you’ve last admired each other completely, loved one another fully.

“You’re so gorgeous, lovie,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts before cascading over your belly. He flattens his hand over the small bump that has started to form, his bright blue eyes flicker up to yours. “So sexy, mama.”

You whine and pull his mouth to yours falling onto the bed, you both struggle to keep your lips locked as you crawl up the bed. Luke’s fingers part your legs open, dipping his finger in between your folds. Your body jerks at his touch, you bite on his lip just as his finger enters you.

“Nice and wet for me,” he hums cocking his head so he can kiss your throat and your breast as he pumps his finger in and out of you slowly.

He works you over leisurely before slipping himself inside you. You both groan at the feeling, he fills you completely and you’re such a warm, snug fit around him. It reminds you of the first time you and Luke had sex, the way your bodies moved in tandem.

You were always in perfect sync from the beginning and you moaned his name and your love for him as he rocked your world. Your fingers locked together, lips bumping together as you both moan and groan from heightened senses of tantric pleasure.

“I love you,” you both sigh as you reach your climax.

Hours, and many rounds later, you’re both sat up in bed eating some strawberries while a movie is playing quietly on the tv. Luke is staring at you as you eat your strawberry, you give him a narrow look.

“What? You’re thinking again, aren’t you?” you smile slyly and discard the end into the bowl.

“Marry me,” he states simply. He’s leaning his head on his hand, bed sheet strung across his hips. He reaches over with his other hand to rub your bare knee.

“You asked me that already, honey,” you snicker and pick up another strawberry.

“Marry me before the baby comes,” he says in an even softer voice.

“What?”

“I don’t want to wait until after she comes. I want to be married to you as soon as possible.”

You stare at him, concentrating on the gentle circles he’s drawing on your knee with his fingers. His eyes are full of certainty and it honestly makes your heart race that he wants to marry you so quickly.

Then panic sets in because of all the planning that comes with it, so you act elusive when you ask,

“And when would you want to get married?”

“Well, it’s almost December so . . . how about in three months?”

“You want to get married in three months?” you can’t help the smile growing on your lips as you begin to imagine a wedding in February. “I’ll be six months pregnant by then.”

“I know,” Luke leans up so he’s in a sitting position, the sheet falls a bit past his hips, and you can’t resist to peek at what’s underneath. He kisses your shoulder. “If you want to wait, we’ll wait. I’m just saying I’d marry you yesterday.”

You pull Luke’s face to yours, kissing him in excitement. Luke doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his fingers locking into your hair, his lips tasting like strawberries.

“Let’s do it,” you whisper stroking his cheek. “Let’s get married in February.”

●●●●●

The holidays came and went, and in that time, you and Luke were planning your wedding. It’d be simple with only your closest friends and family and as much as you were excited to marry Luke, your pregnancy has been entirely different from Lily.

Your belly has grown, and your little girl is healthy, but it’s taken a toll on your body. For the first two and a half months you had morning sickness all throughout the day and on top of that, random hot flashes. Luke helped as much as he could, and even Lily gave you her bunny to try and make you feel better.

You used sick days from work because your morning sickness was so bad and one night after Christmas you woke up and pulled the standing fan from your closet and blasted it on high while you slept.

The cool, hard blast of air finally aided you to rest and then all too soon, it went away. You woke up confused and felt Luke try to pull the blankets up as the fan whirred to silence.

“What are you doing?! I need that, I’m so hot,” you whined and pushed the fan back on while kicking the sheets from your legs. Your sleep shirt had ridden up and your grown belly was feeling the cool air now and it felt glorious.

“How are you hot? It’s wintertime, lovie, I’m freezing,” he huffed pulling the comforter up to his chin.

“The baby you put in me is making me hot, I can’t help it,” you snapped and then instantly begin to cry. Along with hot flashes, your emotions are haywire.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Luke threw the blanket off and grabs onto you gently, checking if you’re all right.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” you cried touching his cheek. “I love this baby you put in me and I love you. But I’m so hot I can’t sleep!”

“It’s all right lovie, we can leave the fan on,” he hushed and kissed your temple. “I’ll put on warmer clothes and get some more blankets.”

You laughed at the memory of how upset you had gotten as you stand in front of the mirror as the seamstress pins and tacks your wedding dress. It’s lace with bell sleeves and lightweight so it won’t pinch any part of you. Lily is getting her dress altered as well, she’s standing very still as her seamstress ruffles her light pink skirt.

You’re reminded of another memory not too long ago as you were lying on the couch watching a movie and Luke was talking quietly to you while rubbing your belly. He gasped suddenly and you knew exactly why. The baby kicked.

“What was that?” he asked in shock and you just smiled at him, Lily turned her attention to you from the screen.

“Our little rosebud kicked, she must like your voice,” you brushed his curls from his face.

“Really? Hi, my little love, do you know who I am?” Luke asked and rubbed your belly where he felt the kick. He pressed a kiss to your belly and Lily crawled over, so she was sitting next to you.

“What’s dada doing?” she asked watching him.

“Talking to your sister, she can hear you too, do you want to say hi?” you asked.

“Hi baby, I’m Lily,” she said in her soft voice and patted your belly lightly.

Since then, Luke woke up every morning loving on your belly and Lily did as well. Randomly throughout the day she would come up to you, give you a hug and kiss your belly before running back to play in her room or with Petunia.

When the guys would be over Luke told them the baby was kicking, and they’d ask if they could feel. Lily would come running up telling them to be gentle, her brows furrowed in determination.

After the dress fitting you and Lily went back home where Luke was finishing up phone calls for more wedding plans. You watched him silently as he sat at the kitchen table finishing up whatever call he was on while looking at his laptop and pulled Lily effortlessly onto his lap.

In just a few short weeks you’ll be calling him your husband and in just a few more months you’ll be having his baby. You’re overcome with emotion while he finishes his call then sets his phone down and starts talking with Lily. He’s asking her questions about her dress and how excited he is to see her in it.

Luke glances over to you then stands up immediately when he sees you’re crying.

“What’s the matter? Do your feet hurt?” he asks situating Lily on his hip, his other hand reaching out to swipe away your tears.

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m just so happy that I’m marrying you.”

●●●●●

Your alarm goes off at 7:00 a.m. and you silence it quickly, already wide awake. Today is your wedding day.

“I’m marrying your daddy today my little rosebud,” you tell your bump rubbing it softly, she kicks lightly in response. “You’re excited too, huh?”

Luke had spent the night at Ashton’s, wanting to keep the tradition of not seeing each other until the moment you meet at the end of aisle. You crept into Lily’s room and wake her gently, her hair is all over the place but when she wakes up a bit more, she scrambles into your arms.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” you kiss her head, “are you ready for breakfast and get ready for our big day today? You know what today is, right?”

“What mama?” she yawns leaning heavily onto your shoulder.

“I’m marrying dada today and you get to wear your pretty dress,” you remind her.

After eating a quick breakfast of cereal and blueberries, you’re in the car heading to the salon where you’ll both be getting your hair done. The ceremony is at 11:00 in Ashton’s backyard where all your friends and family will be gathered. Luke’s family had arrived two days prior and Lily loves having her nana Liz.

After your hair appointment, Luke had set up that you and Lily would get a mani-pedi as well and it felt like heaven when the lady rubbed your feet. And of course, the color you chose was a pretty pink for your fingers and toes.

When you arrived at Ashton’s house there were cars already scattered about and Ella and Liz snuck you inside the house so Luke wouldn’t be able to see you. He’s getting ready downstairs while a bunch of other people in the house were still bringing in decorations and chairs and flowers. Crystal is delegating it all.

“You both look so lovely, and you are absolutely glowing, Y/N,” Liz compliments while she lifts Lily into her arms.

“Thank you,” you smile squeezing her hand.

They help you into your dress making sure it’s not tight and feels comfortable then a make-up team comes in to do your make-up. Andy is taking photos of the whole process and when Crystal comes in, she has a gift for you and Lily from Luke.

You pull Lily onto your lap letting her open the small box to reveal a pretty bracelet that can be cinched to whatever size and in the center is a pretty little lily charm that has a pink diamond inside.

“Ooh pretty,” Lily touches the silver flower carefully. You help her put it on her wrist and she lifts her hand up to see it dangle and she giggles at her gift.

“That’s from dada,” you tell her.

“Pretty,” she says again, and you kiss her head while you open your gift from Luke.

It’s also a silver bracelet with a bar in the center that’s engraved ‘My lovie’ and the date of your wedding day, 2/08/21. Liz places your flower crown on top of your head, the final touch of your wedding look.

Liz helps you put on your bracelet and Andy captures photos of it all, and of yours and Lily’s wrists together with the bracelets. There’s a knock on the door and Cory enters wearing a nice button up purple shirt and dark dress pants.

“Daddy!” Lily squeals running off your lap to greet him by the door.

“You look like a princess, Lils!” Cory smiles picking her up and gives her a kiss.

You haul yourself up from the chair, Ella helping you with a smile which you return graciously and turn to Cory. His eyes soften when he looks at you, both of you having the same thought that this could have been you and him all those years ago if his accident didn’t happen.

“We’ll be downstairs, you both look beautiful,” Crystal says giving you a quick kiss to your cheek. She pinches Lily’s cheek on the way out and Ella gives you a quick hug before leaving too. She rubs Cory’s arm on her way out.

“I’m so happy you’ll be part of the family,” Liz dabs at her eyes and hugs you gently so she doesn’t mess up your make up or dress. “Luke is going to love how beautiful you look.”

“Thank you, Liz,” you smile giving her an extra squeeze. She gives you a quick wink then kisses Lily’s cheek multiple times before leaving the room.

It’s just the three of you now waiting for the time to head downstairs. You move around the chair to stand in front of Cory, a layer of tears fill his eyes and your own prick with tears as well. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N,” his voice is raw with emotion.

“Thank you,” you whisper, you swipe your thumb under your eye to catch a tear that escapes, and Cory pulls you against his chest. He hugs you and Lily tightly; you feel his lips kiss your forehead.

“I’m so happy for you, this is harder than I thought it’d be, but I really am happy for you. I’ll always love you,” he confesses, and you squeeze your eyes closed so tears don’t fall.

You pull away to look up at him and dry his own tears. Lily does as well and pats his cheek.

“Don’t cry daddy,” she says sadly.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, they’re happy tears,” he assures her and kisses her nose.

“I love you, too Cory,” you sniff. His brown eyes slide to yours and he nods.

“Are you ready to get married?” he asks, and you nod.

“Is my make-up ruined?”

“You’re perfect,” he shakes his head and bounces Lily in his arms, “you both are.”

He helps guide you down the stairs, you are six months pregnant after all, and out into the backyard where all the guests are. Crystal is at the end of the aisle with Petunia who has a flower crown on her head as well. The aisle is opened between two large white backdrops, so Luke wouldn’t be able to see you until it was time for you to walk.

“Okay sweetheart, you’re going to walk with Petunia to Luke, okay?” Cory tells Lily setting her down in the grass. Crystal hands her the little basket of flower petals. “Put the flowers down for mama, all right?”

“Okay daddy,” she nods then looks up to you.

You bend down, pinching her chin affectionately. You know she’s nervous.

“You’ll be okay, baby. Piggy’s with you and you just go straight to Lu, he’s waiting for you. I’ll be there soon, okay? I love you.” You kiss her forehead.

“Love you mama,” and she wraps her arms around you in the tightest hug she can muster.

The music starts and Crystal points Lily down the aisle. You watch as much as you can from the corner and as soon as she sees Luke, she tosses the basket into the grass and runs into his open arms. Luke and the guests laugh as well as you and Cory.

The music changes to a pretty piano instrumental of Lover of Mine that Luke transposed just for this moment. You begin to cry again as Cory takes your arm in his and leads you in the opening of the aisle.

The guests rise, turning their attention to you but your focus is on Luke and Lily at the end of the aisle. They’re both standing under a white canopy that is overflowing with different shades of pinks, oranges and white flowers.

Luke’s eyes are glued to yours as he hands Lily off to Calum’s awaiting arms. You see Luke’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath and you smile, feeling just as nervous and excited as he does.

He looks exceptionally handsome in a white button up shirt with pink suspenders and navy-blue dress pants. His hair is curled just the way you like. Your bare feet are tickled by the grass and flower petals, you’re glad you opted to go shoeless.

Cory hands you off then go to sit down next to Ella, Luke’s hand is firm in yours and you feel like you can finally breathe.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. He sniffs quickly and you wipe a stray tear.

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

The ceremony is short, and you and Luke decided to do your own vows, but both wanted them to be short and simple. His hands squeeze yours before he speaks his vows.

“We’ve seen the highs and the lows of each other, and we’ve been through so many memories together. I can’t believe I’m not only marrying my best friend, but that we’re having a baby together and the love I have for you and Lily will go on forever. All my wrongs has lead me right to you, lovie, and I’ll always be here to rub your back, endure the fan being on high blast when we sleep and to write endless songs for you because there isn’t music without you.” His voice is soft as he speaks only to you and you’re struggling to keep your breathing even, but his words have pierced your heart.

You struggle to catch your breath and find your voice.

“You should have gone first,” you tease, and everyone laughs which eases your nerves slightly. “It’s hard to believe this all started because we went to the same coffee shop every Friday and Saturday. You caught my eye and I haven’t looked at anyone else since then. You fit perfectly into mine and Lily’s life and to be standing here with you now and with Lily and this little rosebud inside me… I’ve never felt a love like this before. I promise to always be your biggest fan and encourage you when you need it. You’re my love forever.”

You’re both crying and when rings are exchanged and the officiant is saying the last of his bit, Luke tucks your hair behind your ear moving closer.

“You may kiss your bride.”

Luke cups your cheek and you’re bursting with love and happiness at this first kiss you’re sharing with your husband. Claps and cheers echo around but you throw your arm around Luke’s shoulders so you can kiss him with more fervor. Your bouquet bounces off his back and you feel a few petals cascade down his shirt.

He chuckles against your mouth, his arms tight around your waist as he rests his forehead on yours. You’re staring into his pretty baby blues. The sound of cheering breaks your gaze and he takes your hand turning you to the crowd before exiting the aisle back into the house.

You and Luke had decided on spending some time alone after the ceremony before pictures and the reception started. So, you both crept downstairs into Ashton’s music room which was soundproof so you wouldn’t be distracted with the guests up above.

You toss your bouquet on the desk linking your arms behind his neck, smiling widely at him.

“Hi Mrs. Hemmings,” he greets with a chuckle.

“Hi Mr. Hemmings,” you giggle and press your lips to his.

The rest of your time alone is spent with tender kisses and soft conversation about the little things that lead up to this day and this moment.

After photos are taken its time for the party to begin. Everyone is dancing and having a great time. Lily is dancing with everyone and loves to spin as much as she can in her dress. She slow dances with Luke and Cory to a special song they both picked and then it’s time for you and Luke to dance to your song together, Stuck in Gravity by Of Monsters and Men.

He sings it lowly to you as you sway on the dancefloor, flashes from people’s cameras are almost like stars as you dance with your husband. When the song ends, Lily runs to you both and the three of you share a dance and get your photo taken from Andy.

The later it becomes, you notice Lily falling asleep in Calum’s arms and she’s wrapped up in his jacket. She’ll be spending the night at his place so you and Luke can have some alone time on your wedding night. You both kiss her goodnight when Calum decides to take her to his house.

When the last of the guests left, you and Luke were quick to head home. Even as you protested, he still carried you across the threshold and all the way up to your bedroom. He helps you remove your flower crown from your hair, plucking out stray petals with a soft smile.

He kisses your shoulder as he unzips your dress helping you step out of it. You undress him as well and then you’re both quick to get into bed. Luke’s kisses trail all along your body with his knee in between your legs.

“You’ve got to be quiet, lovie,” he sighs rubbing himself against your core. You moan feeling his hard on press against you. “Can’t wake our little rosebud.”

“She’s fast asleep,” you sigh, and he pushes inside you. You gasp, fingers flying to his shoulders and you squeeze as he stretches you open. “Oh Luke,” you moan as he fills you completely.

He braces himself so he’s not leaning on your belly and he begins a steady pace thrusting in you. Your nails scratch up and down his back and he slips his tongue in your mouth. You’re loving each other the only way you know how, wholeheartedly and with everything you’ve got.

You join your hips to his, he whimpers your name and you sigh his name in his ear, fingers tangled in his curls. Even though you’re both breathless, he kisses you until you’re both coming.

The wedding bands on your fingers clink together signifying your newfound bond.

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The next few months of your pregnancy have gone by swimmingly. Your feet are still swollen but you aren’t that uncomfortable in the last trimester as the first two. Which is odd because with Lily your back ached up until you gave birth.

Luke has been doting on you with the help from Lily. Everyday she asks how ‘her baby’ is and talks to her sister all the time. It’s just the two of you home for the day and you’ve been feeling a little off since Luke left early to head to the studio for a recording session. You kept feeling a sharp pain in your lower back and when it shot to the front of your lower belly, you knew it was a contraction.

You noticed the time in between the pain you felt, and it was only forty-five minutes. Luke would be home soon so you busied yourself by gathering your things and you called up Cory letting him know you might be dropping Lily off soon.

The contractions became closer just as Luke got home, Lily running to meet him and you’re standing in the foyer with all your things ready to go.

“Are we going somewhere?” Luke smiles setting Lily down.

“Yeah, it’s time to go to the center,” you smile pointing to your stomach.

His eyes widen and he lifts Lily back up quickly in his arms.

“Luke—”

“But you aren’t due for another three weeks! Is something wrong? Are you in pain? Of course, you’re in pain, you’re in labor. Oh my God, we need to drop Lily off. Is Cory home? Does the center know we’re coming?”

“Luke!” you laugh now standing in front of him. You press your finger to his lips so he stops rambling. ��I texted Cory, I’m okay and I called the birthing center. They’re waiting for us, it’s okay.”

“Okay, let’s go,” he nods.

He grabbed your things quickly and helped you waddle to the car. He made sure you were fastened before getting in on his own side of the car. Cory and Ella met you as soon as you pulled into the driveway taking Lily and her things, so you didn’t have to get out of the car.

They wished you luck and you had to reach over and take Luke’s hands so he wouldn’t drive too fast. You press your lips to the back of his knuckles calming him down and then laughing because he should be the one consoling you. But this is his first time experiencing this, so you let him channel through the emotions.

“You all right, lovie?” he asks glancing over at you as you run your lips over his middle knuckle.

“I’m good, how are you doing?” you smile.

“Nervous as hell,” he chuckles and pulls into the parking lot of the birthing center.

Much like when you were pregnant with Lily, you wanted to give birth at a birthing center and do a natural water birth. Your experience with Lily was amazing, the warm water aided in your pain from the contractions and in two pushes, your sweet little Lily was born into the world.

A nurse meets you at the door with a wheelchair all ready and Luke has the bags slung over both his shoulders. His face is a little pale so you twist your arm behind the chair so you can grab hold of his hand. As soon as he feels your touch, he looks down at you and he visibly relaxes.

He helps you change into a sports bra and some loose shorts, you left underwear off, so it’d be an easy transition into the whirlpool that’s in the room. The nurse asks you the usual questions of how far apart your contractions have been and then checks your cervix. You’re at five centimeters already.

“Seems like your little one wants to meet you very quickly,” the nurse, who’s name is Tilly. “I’ll go get some supplies and at the rate you’re going, I’ll start the water as well.”

“Thank you,” you smile watching her leave the room. You turn to Luke who sits next to you on the large bed, he gives you a small smile wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “How are you doing, daddy?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“You’re the one who’s shaking,” you whisper and clasp his hands in your own to steady them.

He lets out a shaky breath. “This is just happening so fast. I’m so excited but I’m so nervous, what if she doesn’t like me?”

“She already adores you; she kicks whenever you sing or talk to her.”

“We haven’t even picked a name yet! What if we look at her and have no idea?” he rests his forehead against your temple, kissing you gently but his worry rolls off in waves.

“We’ll know when we see her. When I was pregnant with Lily, I was dead set on naming her Charlotte. But when I looked at her, Lily just came about, and it was perfect. You can—” you gasp suddenly as another contraction hits and Luke sits up straighter.

“Breathe, lovie, breathe,” he soothes, and you exhale in a gasp. You feel the blood rush from your head from holding your breath for just that short amount of time. You focus on Luke’s hand on your back and the way his thumb is gliding over the back of your hand until the contraction passes.

After that last one the time between contractions were becoming shorter and shorter and Tilly started the water right away. Laying down didn’t help the constant ache that wrapped around from your lower back to the front of your belly, so you held Luke’s hand as you walked a little around the room.

He made sure to brace your back, his words soft and encouraging in your ear as you groaned out in pain.

“Y/N, let’s get you in the water so it will help with the pain and it seems like she’ll be coming very shortly,” Tilly says just as two more nurses come in and you kick off your shorts.

All three of them and Luke help lower you into the warm water, it envelops you like a hug and it dulls the sharp pain to something tolerable. Luke rubs your lower back and you’re so thankful he’s there with you. He’s peppering kisses against your sweaty temple and you feel another contraction coming but it also feels like you should push.

“Can I push? Is it too early to push?” you beg breathlessly wanting to expel the pressure you’re feeling.

“If you feel like you need to push, you push honey,” Tilly says leaning over the lip of the tub to examine your cervix. “She’s crowning so push away.”

“Shit, okay lovie, you can do this,” Luke is an instant cheerleader in your ear. Your hand is wet holding onto his while his other is on your shoulder. “She’s almost here, you’re so amazing. I love you so much.”

He continues to kiss your temple in between his encouraging words, and you push as hard as you can then fall back against him.

“Okay, she just moved a little bit out, one more big push!”

You suck in a deep breath and push with all your might until you feel a big sweep between your legs and then there’s a splash as Tilly lifts your baby girl from the water. You open your eyes and instantly start crying at the sight of her tiny limbs. Tilly places her on your chest and she’s so warm but shaking a little.

“Oh my God, she’s here,” Luke breathes.

Another nurse suctions out her nose and her mouth and then she starts to cry in that high-pitched way infants do. She’s already got a good amount of hair on her head and you give her multiple kisses, getting lost in her already.

“The placenta still has to come, but Suzie will clean her up and we’ll get you out, okay? Luke, you can cut the umbilical cord,” Tilly says.

The next moments happen in a blur because you just want to see your baby, and Luke is constantly shifting his focus on you and your new daughter before you’re back in the bed. Towels and blankets cover your lower half and then Suzie hands you your baby girl.

“Congratulations,” she smiles.

She’s swaddled in a lavender blanket with a little pink hat, her lips are pursed slightly, and you can already see a dimple in her cheek just like Luke’s. You look up at him and he’s staring at her in awe.

“Here, you hold her,” you tell him gently and he holds his arms out. He takes her carefully in his arms, he lets out a sigh of disbelief then smiles. “What do you think daddy?”

“She’s incredible,” he shakes his head and traces her nose with his pinky. “We made her, she’s so amazing.”

“What name does it look like she should have?” you rub his elbow affectionately and he sits next to you so you can admire her as well.

“I’ve got one. . . but what do you want?”

“I want whatever you want, you name her, Luke.”

“Posy. Posy Mae is her name,” he states and you’re instantly in love with it.

“Hello, my little Posy,” you coo stroking her cheek and she squirms in her blanket, a very small but very real smile appears. “I think she likes it.”

Cory and Ella bring Lily over a few hours later so she can meet her baby sister and she has a tiny purple elephant plush in her hands as a gift. Posy is swaddled and sound asleep in her bassinet and Luke holds Lily in his arms so she can look down at her.

“That’s your sister, my sweet. Her name’s Posy, can you say hi to her?” Luke asks as Lily peers over his arms to gaze down at Posy.

“Hi Posy. I’m Lily, you’re my baby sissy,” Lily tells her sweetly then she gasps when Posy wiggles. “She knows me, mama!”

“Of course, she does, baby! But we need to be quiet around her, okay?” you rest against the pillows happy to see your two girls together but exhausted from the whole ordeal.

“How’re you feeling?” Cory asks as Ella moves around the bed to gaze down at Posy. She talks quietly with Luke and Lily.

“Good. Tired. Happy,” you smile tiredly.

“We won’t stay long, but I knew you’d want Lily to meet her right away.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

Cory, Ella and Lily leave shortly after promising to be back tomorrow later in the morning. Lily gives you and Luke a big hug and kiss goodnight and Cory holds her tightly in his arms above the bassinet so she can give a soft kiss to Posy’s forehead.

“Bye baby,” she whispers and then they’re gone.

You catch Luke standing near her little crib a lot throughout the night just gazing down at her with the softest smile. Thankfully you’re inconspicuous and snap a photo of the precious moment and Luke takes many photos to send to the guys in their group chat.

The next day they’re all over when Cory, Ella and Lily are so they can all properly meet little Posy.

“That’s my sissy,” Lily tells her uncles proudly. Calum holds her in his arms as he looks down at Posy.

“She’s perfect, don’t you think, Lils?” Calum asks her and she nods, eyes fixed on Posy.

Michael and Ashton just stare at her which makes you laugh.

“She’s so small,” Michael whispers, “how is she so small?”

“I love her name,” Ashton smiles, “how’d you come up with it, Y/N?”

“It was all Luke,” you say proudly staring up at him. He bends down and gives you a kiss.

“I just looked at her and the name just came to me,” he shrugs lifting Posy from the crib. He begins to sway. “And her cheeks are rosy, so ‘rosy posy’ is what I thought of. But Posy is cuter than Rose, don’t you think?”

“It’s perfect, she’s definitely a Posy,” Ashton smiles down at her lovingly.

“Hey, why don’t you guys all sit on the bed and we’ll take your first family photo,” Calum says already pulling out his phone and sets Lily on the bed.

She crawls up into your lap and you wrap your arms around her little body just as Luke sits next to you. When you’re all situated, you look to Calum and smile and you feel like your heart will burst from how happy you are.

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The first month with Posy took a while to get used to. It’s been so long since you had a newborn that you had to set up her schedule immediately. Luke is very good at waking up as soon as he hears her faint cries. He takes plenty of photos while they’re doing skin to skin bonding on the couch and he sings to her all the time.

Lily is the perfect little helper and she loves to give her kisses and talk to her while you’re sitting on the couch with her. One day when Posy was crying while you were getting her bottle ready, Lily tried shushing her by singing a song she made up and it actually soothed Posy’s cry.

“Look mama! I made Po not sad!” she told you excitedly and thus her nickname was formed.

When both girls were put to bed, Luke helped rub coconut lotion on your belly, giving you multiple kisses each night on your stretch marks. He’d yawn as he got into bed next to you, snuggling against your chest and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“How many times do you think she’ll wake up tonight?” Luke asks tiredly.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and it will only be three,” you laugh lightly and kiss his head. Posy has been waking up at least four times a night, it’s hard getting her to sleep at night.

“I hope so, she needs her sleep just as much as we do. Thank you,” he kisses your neck.

“For what?” you caress your lips on his forehead, but Luke shifts slightly so he can look into your eyes.

“For loving me, for being my wife, and for making me a dad. I’ve got all my little flowers because of you, lovie,” he smiles warmly and stretches his lips to yours.

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shannie-writes · 4 years

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Fan Mail [Band AU]

Word Count: 862 Genre: Fluff Pairing(s): Seth/MC Warning(s): N/A A/N: Day 5 of short daily AU fics with Seth for his Route Release-palooza! My first polyship AU and one of my first IkeRev AUs in general. Pls take this soft fic ;;w;;

“Fan mail,” Oliver called as he carried a box into the living room, dropping it off on the coffee table. “It’s not like the letters have legs,” he grumbled as he swatted at Fenrir, who was crowding him. He walked out towards his office. “Practice is in an hour.”

“Let me sort them out, Fenrir,” Sirius sighed as Fenrir dove into the box searching for letters addressed to him. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“My eyesight’s better than yours, old man,” Fenrir said as he squinted at a near-unintelligible scribble before dropping it back in the box. “Ah!” He grabbed one of his letters and dodged the second smack that was coming his way, dashing off to sit on the far end of the sectional couch, tearing it open haphazardly.

“Let’s see if this ‘old man’ can do better than you then, hmm?” Sirius sat in front of the box and started forming piles for each of them. “Ray, Luka, Seth, Ray, mine, Seth, Fenrir, Fenrir...”

Once everything was sorted, Sirius swept his pile up and moved to the table, leaving the rest to the others. Ray grabbed his and sat next to Fenrir, the two of them chatting as they took turns reading them to each other.

Peeking at the letter on top of Luka’s pile, Seth let out a soft coo at the holographic stickers that decorated the envelope. “You have such cute fans, Luka~!”

Pouting, Luka snatched them up and attempted to play off his blush. “So what?”

Humming knowingly, Seth merely patted his shoulder, chuckling as Luka shook him off in embarrassment. Bending over to pick up his letters, he flipped through them, looking to see if any of them caught his eye to start with. He almost passed by one but paused, turning back to the familiar handwriting.

Glancing at the others to make sure they were all engrossed with their own things, Seth did his best to appear nonchalant as he inched back to the recliner, setting the other letters on the arm next to him. He couldn’t help his smile when he looked at it. The exterior was simple, a muted blue paper and his name written in black pen in the center. Carefully opening it, he pulled the inserted card out, his heart soaring at the cute abstract fox design on the exterior.

Opening the letter, he was overjoyed at the written words that filled the blank card from beginning to end. Settling himself in, he began to read.

Seth,

Karaoke nights have been so quiet without you. I miss seeing you in person. It’s not the same when standing in the back of a screaming crowd. Though I will say, your presence on stage is even more incredible than solo-ing both parts for that duet you did last time we got together haha! Honestly though, I wouldn't be surprised if we could jam out to one of your band's songs the next time we all get together. HiS is growing popular so quickly!

I guess the point of this letter is that I remember you mentioning that you'd sometimes send polaroid selfies when requested through fan mail. I figured I should go through the proper channels to get some of that sweet sweet action. Think you could send me a picture of your cute smile so I can put it by my bed? I never got any pictures of us together before you got big, so you owe me. An autographed copy would be even better. Then I could rub it in Z's face next time I see him.

I hope you like the card. It's very cute and the design reminded me of you. It's really weird to write to you like this. I'm sure by the time you actually read it, I'll have completely forgotten about it. Didn't you say that it took a few weeks sometimes until you got them? Maybe if we're meeting up soon after you read this, you can slip the photo into my purse instead. Though maybe not, we all know what a black hole that is haha!

Anyway, I'm running out of space. See you soon, starboy!

~ A

A small arrow pointed toward the side of the card and Seth turned it to see she had written on the back as well.

P.S. If you think you could get away with taking a spicy one, I'll hide it under my pillow instead. I'm sure O would kill you if he found out lol

P.P.S. You know I'm always here Wednesday nights, right? I'm still booking 10B, if you ever want to surprise me.

Heart in his throat, Seth read through the letter a second and third time before opening his phone to see his calendar. After this, there was no way he wasn't going to squeeze her in, not with how much he wanted to squeeze her in one of his tightest hugs.

He jumped to his feet, leaving the other letters behind as he dashed toward Oliver's office. He poked his head in to see him scribbling on what was probably another contract of some sort.

"Hey Ollie, about this Wednesday--"

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maple-writes · 4 years

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Dissidia March 2021: Week One

Big thanks to @onmywaytobe for sharing Leo with me for this! I’m really excited to keep writing these two together :D

and thanks @dissidia-writeblr for hosting again!

the intro got kind of long but I was having a good time so it stays like this lol

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Warren hit send on their email and quietly hoped the recipient would actually read everything this time before asking another question they shouldn’t have to answer again. At least that was the last they needed to respond to for now. They double checked though, just in case they missed anything from an order, an information request, requests for meetings, or sometimes the odd message sent to the completely wrong email address.

They reached for their near-empty travel mug and downed the last of the coffee as they crossed off email replies from the to-do list they’d drawn up first thing in the morning. Today it wasn’t as long as it could be, but would still be more than long enough to keep them busy until the end of the workday. After that… They smiled to themself as they turned back to the computer screen. The woman at the store tipped them off the other day that pears would probably be on sale today. Older style pears hadn’t been on sale in a long time especially since newer hybrids started coming out a few years ago. The new ones were sweeter, softer, and lacked that weird texture if picked too late, but there was something about the older pears. The new ones were almost too sweet, too soft. They still had some wine from last night too that might go well with it after dinner.

The click of short heels echoing down the hall brought Warren back from thinking about fruit and wine a moment before Indigo poked her head into their office. Her opalescent white hair pulled back in a low pony-tail suggested she was here to check up on the labs. When the light hit just right, the hollow, prismatic strands refracted subtle orange, blue, and even hints of green. Right, it was Wednesday, she usually came in on Wednesdays.

When she noticed Warren was in, she stepped in with a polite nod. “Any word from the Norris Lab?”

Warren smiled. “Yes, actually.” They leaned forward, pulling up the documents on their computer. “I spoke with one of their reps today, and honestly,” they sighed, one hand up and massaging the side of their head at the memory of that agonizingly long phone call, “it was like pulling teeth but I convinced her to send over their manuscripts. I’ve also set up a meeting with a member of their team for the twenty-seventh.”

“Well done Warren,” Indigo purred. She rested her hand on their desk and leaned forward as Warren turned the screen to show her the documents. The way her eyes flickered over the words and tables she seemed to know better than them whatever it was this research was about on anything more than an abstract level. “Oh that’s perfect.” She glanced down at them. “Could you send those files to me and print off a copy of each when you get the chance?”

She’d probably want an extra copy too, one for them to file away with the other hard-copy records. Warren nodded and jotted down a note for later. “Can do.” Paper records and files hadn’t been mandated for decades now but Indigo usually insisted on physically backing up important files. “Anything else?”

“Not at the moment.” She straightened up with a smile, a genuine one rather than the ones they’d seen her give at events and meetings with people she had to pretend to like. “Thanks Warren.” She started to turn, but seemed to remember something. “Actually, if you could do me a favor, I need something confidential ordered along with this week’s deliveries. I’ll send you the info by the end of the day.”

Warren made another note, nodding down at their paper pad. “I’ll see what I can do.” This wouldn’t be the first time she’d asked something off the record like this, but with her position she was bound to have some projects that weren’t ready for public attention yet.

She thanked them, left, and Warren turned back to their computer to update their to-do list. They were already planning on taking a trip down the hall for the printer for some labels so adding a couple copies of the manuscripts Indigo wanted probably wouldn’t take too much longer. As much as her insistence on physical backup copies filed away just in case was a bit of a pain sometimes, it was nothing compared to what some of their other coworkers wanted them to do. Some of the ‘great ideas’ some of them came up with were nothing more than a logistical nightmare, and some of the clerical work they had at the end of the week was usually tedious at best.

A couple of documents proofread later, Warren sent the files to the print server and got up with a stretch cracking some of the little joints in their shoulders. On the way out of their office, they plucked their lanyard with their ID and key card with an outdated photo and a little sticker label with they/them stuck to the casing, draping it around their neck as they stepped into the hall. The one time they’d decided to just stick it in their pocket it fell out and they hadn’t noticed until they found themself locked out of the building in the middle of winter, banging on the door until someone heard. Not doing that again.

They stopped at the coffee maker along the way, leaning against the counter as the single-serve pod brewed and trickled into their travel mug. It was old, the mug, paint starting to chip off around the top and bottom, but it was a gift from years ago and it still worked well enough so why replace it?

Taking a sip of their fresh coffee, Warren reached the print room. They raised their key-card to the scanner, pausing as it beeped and the light turned green. Years ago when they’d started here someone had explained why the print room was locked like this, something about some very fancy and expensive kinds of machines that they’d never had any use for in their work. They dropped their card to dangle around their neck again and opened the door.

This was not the print room.

Warren froze, wind toying with their ruby hair and tugging at the lanyard around their neck. Grasses brushed against the cuffs of their pants and white clouds drifted across the open, unimpeded sky. The air carried the fresh scent of plants and unfamiliar toiled soil. An unfamiliar city rose in the distance behind fields filled with crops and farmers and uniformed people patrolling the planted plots.

This was not the print room, not even close. Warren broke the ice holding them ridged to glance back over their shoulder, twisting to try and find the door. But there was nothing. It was gone. Nothing but more fields and more farms and more farmers and more uniformed personnel. Soldiers maybe? But what were they doing here? They frowned. Better question: what was here?

Someone standing nearby looking nearly as lost as Warren caught their eye. Dressed different from the other farmers and soldiers he probably wasn’t from around here. Although, Warren really couldn’t tell where he might have been from either. He had a very old-timey look, plain dark skin and darker hair with eyes to match. Maybe he came from some remote town in the middle of nowhere, but even then… Odd that nowhere in his ancestry there’d been anything altered to pass down. Still though, he was far more familiar than the people working around them in the farms.

Warren turned towards the stranger with a deep breath. “Hey,” they paused a heartbeat as he turned towards them, “uh, do you know what’s going on?”

The dark-hard main just shrugged and muttered something about all of this just being a weird dream.

A dream? Warren scrunched their eyebrows and took a sip of their still nearly too-hot coffee. Strange. They didn’t remember going to sleep. They woke up like usual, had breakfast like usual, got dressed like usual and as far as they knew had been at work for a couple hours already. Were their dreams really that boring? They frowned. If this were a dream then how come they could still taste? At the same time though, it wasn’t like this made any sense either.

Dream or not, this was the only vaguely familiar-looking person anywhere in this field and he looked almost as confused as they did. They turned back towards him. “I’m Warren, by the way.” It was probably only polite to tell him their name.

The mysterious stranger nodded once. “Leo.” He paused, stealing a glance, then added, “nice hair.”

Hair? He liked their hair? “Oh, thanks.” Warren flustered. “I just kind of brushed it this morning and I guess it’s working out for me today.” Okay, stop talking. They cut themselves off with a very long sip of coffee. Leo just said he liked their hair no need to ramble on and on even if nerves prickled all the way up and down their body.

The sun shone down warm on their shoulders, the air fresh with plants. If this really was a dream maybe it wouldn’t be so bad as long as they were actually asleep and not collapsed and dying on the copy room floor. They frowned. No one really went that way unless that had to, and most people in the office dealt exclusively with digital files. Hell, Warren might have been only one of a handful of people who even knew how to use some of the older model machines.

Were they… Dead?

No, no way. They’d been fine all day why would they be dead now? Leo’s idea of a dream sounded much nicer. Warren sighed and squinted against the sun, staring over the sunny fields. This time their eyes settled on one figure walking between the plots in their direction.

They glanced at Leo. “Do you think that guy’s coming for us?”

“Looks like it.”

Warren shifted from side to side on the soft grass and tightly gripped their mug as nerves built. No question now, the new stranger was headed straight for the two of them. Warren tried to look away, at anything else. They didn’t want to look like they’d noticed, didn’t want to draw his attention more than they already had.

But the stranger wasn’t swayed, stopping in front of the both of them with a bow and a smile. “You two must be so confused.” He said. “My name is Sichoris, and I work for one of the leaders of Ritania.”

He gestured to the city towering behind the farms. Ritania? Warren’s head spun. Sure it’d been a long time since they’d looked at a map or a chart or anything, but they’d sure as Hell never heard of Ritania.

Sichoris kept talking. “If you would follow me, I can explain everything along the way.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and started back the way he came. Warren hesitated, but only a moment. Standing around in a field wouldn’t get them anywhere and if Sichoris really did work for some leader maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. As false-faced and draining some of the officials they’d had to interact with every now and then were, it wasn’t like any were usually cruel towards them. At worst a little demanding with no idea how long it actually took them to do the work they wanted but not horrible.

With a deep breath Warren unstuck their legs and followed Sichoris towards the city but paused when Leo didn’t move. He still stood, staring glass-eyed up at the unfamiliar city. Was he just going to stand there? What was he waiting for?

“Hey,” Warren called, catching his attention. “Are you coming?”

Leo glanced between them and Sichoris already paces ahead, then seemed to decide following along would be the best bet. Walking just behind Warren’s shoulder, his eyes wandered, and he reacted strange as if in a dream. Which maybe that made sense, but maybe not. But it wasn’t like they had any kind of better answer up their sleeve.

Some of the farmers looked up as they passed, watching curiously before getting back to their work. Some of the soldiers—they looked like soldiers anyway—did the same. No one looked anything like what they were used to, and they couldn’t help but hunch in on themself just a little. They stood out here, especially the way the sun caught the iridescent structures in their hair, shimmering from red to faint violet and blue where the sun hit just right. As much as they weren’t a farmer either, they couldn’t begin to recognize what exactly grew in the fields, or even why they might have been using so many open air fields like this either.

Warren took another sip of coffee and stole a glance at Leo. So far the only thing they knew were his and Sichoris’ names, and at least Leo seemed to be in the same kind of disbelief as they were. He seemed trustworthy enough. Even if he didn’t seem one for talking, at least they weren’t completely alone.

#dissidia march 2021 #they're really just sitting at work thinking about how excited they are to eat pears after work #sometimes its like that #warren #indigo

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