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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which amara imani releases a certain video clip about her sex life with her boyfriend and said boyfriend gets teased for it

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.8k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — wild side [normani; cardi b]

taglist — @aechii @lorarri

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

amara.imani and iamcardib

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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?

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liyah_clark babe, you can ride me all night long

amara.imani with pleasure babe

graceywood do you still have the keys to charles’ pista?

liyah_clark he bought me my own

lilymunhi alex, do better

alex_albon 😑

carmenmundt george take notes

georgerussell charles screwing us over again

username if my trio isn’t like amara, grace and liyah, i don’t want it

username THAT FRIENDSHIP>>>

username amara making my two world collide 🥹

ousmane_dembele i know someone who wants to take you on a ride

arianagrande two goddesses together

username can’t believe, she still able to dance like that even after suffering her injury

username that video made me question my sexuality

username FR how can someone be that fine

username i refuse to believe evan henderson fooled the entire world into thinking that woman was not gorgeous

liyah_clark GIRL that naked dancing scene had even me reaching for holy water

liyah_clark bet someone’s getting lucky tonight

amara.imani maybe 🤔 we’ll see

username i think we can all agree that we’re jealous of her man and not her

liyah_clark true

username that video was an awakening, a cultural reset

username i’ve never watched a video so often

iamcardib picking you up at five

amara.imani i’ll be ready

antoinegriezmann has he seen the video yet?

amara.imani don’t think so, please don’t show him 😳

achrafhakimi does that include not watching the video together

username the way i’m begging the gods now that amara and kylian are dating

danielricciardo i have secret footage of max and pierre dancing to wild side

pierregasly THATS A LIE

maxverstappen YOU HAVE NO PROOF

amara.imani dw guys, i believe you (send it to me)

username THE WAY I WOULD KILL FOR THAT VIDEO

charles_leclerc me too

amara.imani

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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much

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username the way she progressed and came back to us even stronger than she had ever been

username we really got our old amara back

username fr i still remember the way she used to be so shy in her videos

cynthia.e i’m so proud of you, we are all soo proud of you

amara.imani i love you so much 🫶🏾

username this world is truly amara’s and we’re all just living in it

lewishamilton you were amazing in the video amara, congrats

amara.imani omg i’ve succeeded at life

amara.imani lewis hamilton is a fan of my music

amara.imani my 16 year old me is definitely crying (i’m crying too)

graceywood you really came back to reign the top again

amara.imani and there’s no one i’d rather be doing that with than you

liyah_clark if anyone ever doubts you again, just show them that video and they’ll shut up really quick

liyah_clark also, charles just told me they created a ‘amara imani protection squad’ and the entire grid is in it

charles_leclerc amara is a honorary grid member

maxverstappen1 it’s not her against the world anymore but rather us against them

amara.imani 🫶🏾🥹

landonorris can we get free tickets for your next tour?

alex_albon ignore lando, we love you even without that (but can we pleaseee get tickets to your next tour)

amara.imani don’t worry guys, the next time i’ll go on tour you’ll be the first one to know

amara.imani if someone told me three years ago that the entire f1 grid would create a protection squad for me, I’d have probably called the police on them

amara.imani and antoine, if you’re reading this, you’ll be the second to know

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.

he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.

his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.

usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.

he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.

“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived

“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb

he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.

“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing

— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head

“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.

“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already

“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”

the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro

putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”

leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.

but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip

he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.

there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.

the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.

“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.

and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.

seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.

and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.

her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.

there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.

he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he

“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.

“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.

he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.

“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky

— you were really blessed

as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.

at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.

that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.

and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.

kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.

“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?

“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video

“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.

“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine

the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.

they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”

once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”

this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?

“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.

if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”

“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.

“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”

“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.

“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.

“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.

“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back

amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.

“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.

“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”

“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”

achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”

“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please

“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…

her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist

“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.

“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.

“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”

“or is it you who pulls up on him?”

her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.

“has he shown you his wild side yet?

groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back

“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying

amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”

his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.

“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.

amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”

wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.

as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”

“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.

she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots

“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.

“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”

“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”

“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”

he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”

her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.

as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.

“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”

mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.

he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.

— august 2021

one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.

and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.

and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.

evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.

but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.

and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.

evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.

instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”

a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.

she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.

“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.

again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.

“you don’t seem very well.”

she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.

she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.

the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.

she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.

“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.

“do you want me to get someone?”

“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”

in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.

“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.

“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.

“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”

he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.

“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”

“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”

“this is not the women’s bathroom?”

he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”

“are you sure?”

“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”

she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.

“is this your first gala?”

“nope. you?”

“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.

“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”

“mine neither.”

silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.

“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.

“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.

he sniggered.

“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”

he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”

she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“oh, that’s shitty.”

“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”

“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”

she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”

he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”

“you aren’t?”

“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.

she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”

that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?

“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”

again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?

“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.

“i’m a singer. you?”

“footballer.”

she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”

he smiled at her. they were.

“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”

“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”

amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”

he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”

she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.

“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”

he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”

she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”

he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”

amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”

suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”

“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”

“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.

“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.

kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.

amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that.

he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again.

he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?

there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy.

and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same.

he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there.

hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story.

a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win.

it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.

thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way.

she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene.

it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable.

he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered.

“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head.

“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”

“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back.

it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew.

“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa.

“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again.

she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”

“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck.

“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.

“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it.

amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”

“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm.

it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him.

and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms.

he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.

kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again.

with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again.

without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in.

kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm.

“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”

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liyahaffirmed · 5 months ago

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UPDATE.’

i havent been active at all in the past week, and heres why!

(life update, future posts, success stories, new love 👀, & why everything is going good for me right now)

so basically ive just been feeling really drained and out of energy lately.

but! my mother ordered me a shein haul (which i manifested 🤭, success story post coming soon!) my gma took me on a shopping spree and bought me some clothes toooo, im getting a room makeover from my mommy, dad is giving me some money, my best friend did my hair for free (i did hers too!), I got a check for $100 for a program i did durring the school year (no warning or anything! didnt even know they gave out checks for the program! success story coming soon on that too + a method!) Im getting my hair done tommorow, nails done this week, and im going out for half of the week for my best friends birthday. my skin has also been clearing up after suffering a baddd breakout with really painful bumps!

why?

subliminals, writing out my affirmations and desires and then simply LEAVING THEM ALONE. i wrote down all of my desires & i affirmed for three days straight, “i have all of my desires, my life is exactly like my script.” and then, i stopped thinking about it. I just listened to subliminals in my sleep, i started the playlist with an asmr video to put me to sleep, then have my subliminals lined up in order of most important to me to least important. then i just…went to sleep 🤷🏾‍♀��.

i think what others do is hyperfocus on their manifestations, desires, and affirmations too much when that isnt the method that serves and fulfills them. sometimes you just have to make clear what your desires are and that you have them, and then simlpy let them clear from your mind and let your subconscious handle it from there. All ive been doing for the past few days is writing down my desires or what i want to happen, leaving it alone and letting it fade from my mind, and boom, instantly, they just happen!!

new love 👀?

so, like 5 months ago i had mapped out the “perfect guy for me.” Tall, dreadhead, sweetheart, treats me right, etc etc. the list was titled something like “my ideal boy” and it had EVERY SINGLE trait i wanted in a guy. now, for the last two months i was focusing on my old sp (we’ll call him “jake”) he’s toxic, doesnt talk to me unless i talk to him, doesnt be on the phone with me unless i call him, and said he “doesnt want me around.” so after i did all that hyperfocusing on trying to change him, i gave up, i didnt truly believe that he would change. and i didnt feel like he was worth even manifesting anymore.

so i texted my sister (not by blood) about it, telling her that i was officially #cooloffjake and that i was tired of the way he was treating me, that he didnt care about me, and that i was done with him. that SAME DAY, i was on ft with my sister when all of a sudden she asks if she can put me on with her brother (not by blood) so i talk with her more and more about him, and she added him to the call so she could better explain the situation im in.

as of right not, i, not allowed to date until im 16, he knows that and has agreed that he would 100% stay loyal to me even though we arent together right now! he understands my predicament completely and said has no problem waiting till i turn 16 to be in a real relationship with me 🤭. hes so sweet, he texts me all the time and calls me cute nicknames, and hes a total loverboy. he just makes me so happy 🤗.

whats funny is that i wrote that list and forgot about it after a week! i dont even know where it IS anymore. but this just goes to show that when you let go of things that do not serve you, the universe will send you something (or rather someone) who does 💞.

have a lovely day my (idk what you guys want me to call yall 😓)

- liyah 💖

#manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #affirmations #angel numbers #the law of assumption #the law of attraction #liyahaffirmed #things to manifest #manifestation method

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slutxs · 3 years ago

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FLUNG THROUGH TIME

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SERIES : DEMON SLAYER

SUMMARY

Liyah, a seventeen black teenager in 2021 is much stress as it is, on a verge of a mid-life crisis she decides to visit Japan for the summer which brings more stress when she decide to visit a shrine on culture day.

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"Liyah!!! get your behind up your gonna miss your flight! " she heard her mom yell from outside her door, groaning liyah rolls over in her bed looking at the lock that was on her dresser.

[8:30]

It read, FUCK! she only had an hour to get ready and to make her flight. Dragging herself out the bed liyah gets dress in haste, but slows down enough to put her locs into a cute style. Liyah practically sprints out the room with her luggage almost knocking down her little sister Mia who throws a cruse at her.

"Little girl stop running through my house! " her mom says as she pulls out money for the taxi outside that would take her to her destination. Liyah hugs and thanks her mother for the money.

"Be safe and call me once you step foot on Japan soil Lia" her mom tells her.

" I will ma"

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Japan was beautiful, it was like liyah stepped into another world people moved in tandem to their individual destination. Even though is was summer the Sakura trees were in full bloom it was wonderful. She would definitely take pictures for a mom to see later on.

Checking the events on the tourist guide, there was a cultural festival going on in a few days she would be definitely going to that, liyah loved learning about different cultures. For the meanwhile liyah would head to the train station which would take her to akakusa where her host family lived.

Liyah learned that Akakusa is where the festival would be held at the Sensoji temple which was close to Okutama, which had great mountain trails for hiking she couldn't wait for that.

Since her train didn't leave until about an hour liyah decides to take some pictures to send to her mom and friends back home and in the spur of the moment she decides to enter a hair salon

"Hello how may we help you today? " one of the employee asked in perfect english. Liyah smiles and looks around the shop it was too busy and she had more than enough time to get what came here to do.

"Hi coming in for a color change" liya says in Japanese which causes the employees around her to smile in shook. Yeah she knew some Japanese enough to communicate effectively.

"Why yes let's see what we can do for you "

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"HUUUH your hair wasn't blonde in the pics liyah" asumi says as she slides open the door her. Liyah laughs and twists a loc around her finger.

"You like? I wanted to try something different, I was bored of the same ole locs ya know" liyah says rolling her suitcase into the corner of the walk way as she toes out her shoes.

"It's suits you, but everything suits you" asumi laughs as she guides liyah deeper in the modern Japanese styled home. Asumi was tall with milky pale skin which contrasted with liyahs milk chocolate skin tone. Asumi had choppy bangs with a wolfcut totally cute.

" mom lia is here!" Asumi yells down the hallway which causes her mother, kimiko poke her head around the corner of the kitchen which a frying pan and glare on face. Seeing liyah kimiko perks up and ushers them both to the kitchen.

"Hello love how was your flight and the train ride" kimiko asks giving liyah a bear hug while the pan was still in her hand.

"It went well, took some pictures for mom before coming here the Sakura trees are pretty this year. " liyah states taking a seat on the stool by the counter.

"Well that's great and I'm loving the hair lia it's every beautiful. " kimiko says putting the pan down. Asumi nods in agreement and goes to grab liyah's things and take them up stairs.

"Takeru will be here any moment now then we'll began dinner. " kimiko states. Takeru is asumi's father and of course kimiko's husband, he worked near by at the market selling goods from the small farm they had in western Okutama.

Asumi and liyah watches the news as kimiko gets dinner ready.

" for the couple of days there will be light showers and on Cultural day watch out for the showing of the red full moon"

"Red full moon? " liyah askes

"Around this time close to the festival there are always light showers and finally a full moon on cultural day" kimiko explains wiping her hands with a dry cloth.

"Yeah and father says the red full moon is actually the blood of the mighty demon muzen or so he says" asumi shrugs looking at liyah to Guage her reaction. Which liyah is confused and doesn't believe any of it.

"Takeru says during this time we pay the tanjiro thanks for slaying the demon and saving Japan from his terror. " kimiko adds

'Aren't all these myths though?" Liyah asks

"Pretty much, though tanjiro is real, well was since he's dead but don't know if the muzen part is factual. " asumi says.

"The sword of tanjiro is at the temple matter of fact"

Liyah was knew the demon part couldn't have been real but she wanted to the history behind this sword and it's swordsman.

The sound of the keys jingling and the opening, was loud in the quietness of the takeugawa home , Mr. Takeru was home. Asumi had a big smile on her face like she was some 11 year old as her father stepped foot into kitchen.

"Papa how was the market? " asumi says hugging him then grabbing his lunch bento to hand to her mother.

"It went well the cabbages sold alot today" he states taking a seat and the head of the table.

"That's great honey" kimiko says as places his food in front of him.

"Hey lia almost didn't recognize you with that hair color! " takeru says laughing.

"Hmm maybe that's a good thing it was time for a change " said liyah. Asumi nods her head in agreement and takes a seat at the table with her mother.

"We were just telling Lia about tanjiro and the demon muzen" kimiko tells her husband.

"Ahh so you wanna know the tale of man who saved us all " takeru asks with a tiny smirk on his face.

Liyah blinks and looks around she felt a eerily chill run down her spine this was definitely her ancestors telling to back out of this conversation. But liyah wanted to hear so she nods her head.

" there once was a boy named tanjiro... "

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stariwrites · 3 years ago

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👀👀👀👀 Ship your moots

Alright I’m putting this under a readmore because I’m going to try and include all of my moots so let’s see how I do. They’re going to be split up half and half so this is the first half. I’m determined also I may have gone overboard but it’s chill

Edit: adding more here!

@dabitdabi Keigo for sure, they’d be so powerful it would be insane😩, he’d be so cute and flustered and Cheshire is such a sweetheart he’d practically drop everything for her if she needed it. The type of couple who compliment each other, she’d remind him to take care of himself and make sure he knows that shes somebody he can depend on/talk to at the end of the day. And he’ll take care of her too, make sure he remembers her favorite food, flower, blanket you name it he’ll remember.

@sleepyrintaro (ik you’re on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you they’re both geniuses and when they’re together they’re either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and there’s no in between, there’s no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.

@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him he’s instantly like ‘what’s wrong baby what happened?’ (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).

@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think ‘I want to protect them.’ This relationship would be very cute in its own way because they’d all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if he’s ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you can’t convince me otherwise. He’d let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, she’d do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!

@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. He’d love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. They’d have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. He’d send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.

@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. He’d also have the thought of ‘Must protect.’ Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. He’d get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If there’s a bad day he’d be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, he’ll smile for the rest of the day.

@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesn’t provide? Their relationship is super fun, he’d listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but it’s all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing it’s a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.

@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, they’re able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with ‘Hey baby how are you doing?’ Attentive and he’s a very good listener. They’d both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so they’d both exchange their own and see who’s closer to what’s actually going on.

@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please they’d be so perfect I’m not even kidding! He’d take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each other’s presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. He’d adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether it’s extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.

@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I can’t even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. He’d find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isn’t big on romance but he’d put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. They’d definitely have a cuddling playlist and he’d show them he loves them through small actions

@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like she’d fit into this dynamic so well! They’d both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. They’d all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.

@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanity’s Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence they’ve created. They’d also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi can’t get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics “Life is not the things that we do it’s who we’re doing them with” very much applies here.

@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like ‘I have no intention of falling in love’ and then before he knows it he’s in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. He’d hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. He’s the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? He’s off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he can’t help but smile fondly, he can’t argue with that.

@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people I’ve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and it’s to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if they’re dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also they’d find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic they’d also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.

@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up he’d kiss her forehead with a groggy ‘Good morning love’ their dynamic is ‘Two sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionally’ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emme’s beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.

@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and they’d both be flustered by the other since they’d both of the thought process of ‘Theyre so cute my heart feels like it’s about to burst’ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.

@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesn’t care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp he’s gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so he’ll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices it’s a bad day he’ll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship that’s all about care.

@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! They’re the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like ‘that’s my baby!’ Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same he’ll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.

If I didn’t get to you this round just you wait cause tomorrow is part 2

#starianswers #beautiful anons

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iceicewifey · 2 years ago

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🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

i don't know if i have enough hcs for all these moons but i'll try FBJFGB

♡ send me a 🌙 for a headcanon about my f/o, ship or insert ♡

🌙; shay's pants are one of neneh's creations. she always wears them unbuttoned because they're not her size; she shoplifted them from a macy's without trying them on first, so she has to keep them up with a belt.

🌙; she's never been a fan of perfume, instead preferring scented lotions. she almost always smells like coconut or tropical fruit since those are her favorites scents.

🌙; her favorite judas priest album is 'screaming for vengeance'.

🌙; her first car that was truly hers and not shared with her sister when she still lived at home was a 1981 dodge st. regis, complete with a chain steering wheel, dice on the mirror and the tackiest bumper stickers imaginable. think the ones that are like "if you're gonna ride my ass at least pull my hair" and "i'm 49% bitch and 51% sweetheart, don't push it". 💀

🌙; she thinks that 90% of her scars make her look cool, but she's incredibly self conscious about the ones that cover her hands, hence the gloves.

🌙; her and aaliyah got matching navel piercings on liyah's 15th birthday.

🌙; vanilla proposed after the events of sdc; he meant to do it before the crusaders reached the mansion as a sort of "if we get out of this alive" thing, but he either never got a chance or kept second guessing himself. there was nothing left in manhattan for him, so when shay asked if he'd come back to miami with her, of course he agreed, but on one condition: she agrees to marry him.

🌙; something they often do together is stargaze. it started back in cairo where vanilla noticed shay staring up at the sky once, then started joining her. the habit followed them back to miami — there were many nights spent on the beach for far too long just looking at the stars... and the occasional plane because they're in the city.

i'd continue but i don't wanna make this post too long i'm sorry fgbfgb

#ask games 🎠#oc headcanons #oc d. shay #contradicting my own art here and rescinding the navel piercing i always draw her with #not anymore babey #Q'd

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breanime · 4 years ago

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The Love Triangle

warning: steamy

Part Two: Rio

The last time Rio cried had been when he was 16. He was living in yet another foster home with Didi, and they both snuck out almost every night--Didi to see her girlfriend at the time, and Rio to hang out with Angel and Cleo. He’d been in love with Cleo by that time, but he didn’t want a relationship. He knew she had feelings for him too, but he was a teenager and an asshole, so when he pulled a girl onto his lap in the middle of a party and started making out with her right in front of Cleo, he had a front row seat to the look of pure heartbreak on her face.

When he finally pulled back from the girl, Cleo was gone. He had jumped up and ran after her--

--to find her crying in Spooky’s arms. He watched, from his hidden place in the dark, as Spooky cradled her face in his hands, whispering lowly to her, and Rio watched as she let Spooky hold her close.

Rio had never hated his cousin more than he had in that moment...

...and yet he still hated himself more.

That night, he had called Cleo (after sending her several texts that she ignored), and she answered, just once, to tell him to “fuck off”, and he heard Spooky’s voice in the background, calling her name.

It was four in the morning. Why was Spooky with her?

Rio cried himself to sleep that night, his heart breaking, and a swirl of jealousy, envy, shame, and self-hatred going through him.

That had been over a decade ago; now Rio was grown, and so was Cleo.

So was Spooky.

Over the years, Rio and Cleo had only gotten closer, their relationship getting deeper and more intimate as the years rolled on. Despite his calm and cool exterior, Rio was terrified of his feelings for Cleo. Every damn day it was like he loved her more and more; she held all the power, she could make or break him with just one look, and that both terrified and excited him.

She loved him too.

He knew that. Hell, Cleo made it clear that she loved him--she was always braver than him, more vocal, more in-tune with her emotions. Rio could see it--her love for him--when he looked at her. He could hear it in her voice, her laugh, feel it in her touch.

It was intoxicating.

She was intoxicating.

And Rio wasn’t the only one drunk on her.

He kissed her, his body firm against hers, his hands roaming all over her soft skin, touching her reverently like she deserved. He was inside of her, and Cleo was making those noises, those sweet, sexy noises that always made him dizzy with arousal. Rio had just gotten home from a job not more than 30 minutes ago; Miguel had retired to his office with Eve, Didi was at Toni’s, Coco was at Liyah’s, Angel was passed out on the couch, and Spooky was spending time with Marco; he had Cleo all to himself.

He fucking hated being away from her. It used to be tolerable--the separation--at first, but as he grew older and his feelings for Cleo grew deeper, Rio was finding it more and more difficult to be without her, even for just a couple of hours.

So now, as her legs wrapped around his waist and he thrust, slowly, so slowly into her warm wetness, Rio was determined to take his time.

He kissed his way to her ear, one hand on her breast and the other between her (their) legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He grinned when he felt her shudder.

“Fuck,” she gasped out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, “Rio...”

“Fucking missed you, ma,” he whispered back, kissing the smooth shell of her ear, licking at her dangling silver earring, “We ain’t leavin’ this room for the rest of the week...”

She giggled, and Rio’s heart flipped in his chest. Fuck, he fucking loved her. “Besides tomorrow, of course,” she said back.

He stopped, pulling back a bit to look down at her with a frown. “Tomorrow? What we got going on tomorrow?”

“Nothing, I just...” She paused, biting those pretty lips he had just been kissing on, the lips that had been wrapped around his dick like 15 minutes ago. “...I have plans.”

“With Yaya?” He asked back. Rio felt a familiar knot of jealousy start to coil in his chest. He knew she didn’t have plans with Yaya, or Liyah, or any of her girl friends. She had plans with Spooky.

“No...”

Rio pulled out, and she whined in protest. He rolled onto his side, trying to keep a calm face on. “Who you got plans with that you can’t even cancel to spend the day with me?” He asked, hating the underlying insecurity in his question.

“Baby,” Cleo turned onto her side, putting her hands on his chest, “We already made plans before you guys left for the job, but it shouldn’t take all day--”

“--What shouldn’t take all day?”

Cleo paused again, and Rio heard everything he needed to hear in that silent pause. “Me and Spooky are gonna take Marco to the art museum.”

“Ah,” Rio pulled away again, sitting up with a wry smile, “Family day. Got it.”

Cleo sighed, sitting up as well, covering herself with the blanket, “Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not,” he said back, knowing full well that he was, “I just didn’t know you and Spooky had a date,” he shrugged, “Now I know.”

“It’s not a date!”

“Yeah? It’s you and him spending the day together--”

“--and Marco!”

“Right. And Marco. Spending the day at the museum. How you getting there? Probably taking the train, huh? Marco loves the train. And then, what? Huh? Breakfast? A cozy little coffee shop with live music? Sharin’ a booth, getting comfy? And after the museum, Marco is gonna be hungry, so then that’s lunch, right? And Spooky of course is footin’ the bill cause that’s what a man does when he takes a girl out--”

“Oh my God,” Cleo huffed, rolling her eyes, “Are you seriously doing this? Now? When I was like three and a half strokes away from an orgasm?”

“You’re the one who killed the mood,” Rio sulked back.

Cleo threw her hands up before running one through her thick, curly hair. “I don’t understand why you’re being such an asshole about this.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t understand why you wanna fuck my cousin so damn bad.” He shot back.

They both froze.

Cleo stared at him, eyes wide, and he could see the hurt and anger and confusion in them. But he held his ground; he hadn’t meant to say it, but it was said now. He couldn’t take it back.

Almost a full minute passed before Cleo spoke. “...How can you even say that to me?”

He shrugged one-shoulder, looking away from her open eyes, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? Playin’ mommy with Marco, the museum visits, the movie nights, the paragraphs of texts between you and Spooky?” He looked over at her. “You want him just like he wants you, don’t you?”

She answered in two words: “Fuck. You.”

Rio watched, body warm with anger and shame and embarrassment and panic, as Cleo got up and got dressed. The thought occurred to him, then, as she slipped on her socks (which were actually HIS socks), that they basically lived together. Cleo’s shit was all over his room; they shared a closet and bathroom and dresser (Miguel’s house was so big, each of their rooms was basically a mini-apartment), and with her moving around, grabbing a bag and stuffing it full of clothes and whatnot, Rio got the impression that she was moving out.

She was leaving.

Leaving him?

He didn’t want her to go. Even if she was pissed at him (and she was), he didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and forget all about this Spooky shit. He wanted to call out to her and beg her to stay, to just stay with him.

But he didn’t.

Silently, Rio watched her stomp over to the door. She turned to him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Why is it that it’s always me, not you, that has to prove that what I feel for you is real?” She asked sadly.

He felt a pain in his chest, like a perfect tear right down the middle of his heart. “I don’t know.”

She shook her head, and Rio couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or angry or just... tired. All he knew was, when that door closed behind her, he jumped up and ran to the door. His hand was on the handle, ready to rip it open and run after her, when he heard her shaky voice on the other side, her phone pressed to her wet cheek.

“Spooky...?”

Rio’s hand dropped.

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Bahahahahaa, I couldn’t help but throw this together NOW! Please please pleaaaaaase let me know what you think, I feel some kind of way about this and I need to know if you liked this or not.

Part 3 will be Cleo’s POV, btw! If anyone is interested. :)

#crime family au #rio #spooky #cleo #rio x cleo #spooky x cleo x rio

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izukult · 4 years ago

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GUYS GUSYGHSJGKSKFKAKNFOA

1000. 1000 followers. ???!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!!!!!?!?!?!

heres me shipping my mutuals for 1k💟 i’m def missing ppl and i’m so sorry but my brain is not working

@bunny-xoxo i have you and bokuto engraved in my little pea size brain. uhm i’m not gonna lie i think youd ghost him (lol) and it would make him sad, but otherwise good ass couple. long car drives and screaming

@genesisrose74 you and hinata shoyo are literally dating i’m literally jealous of you like you two are in a committed relationship you hold hands and play with each other’s hair and have really chaotic conversations where you send him lengthy paragraphs that he has to reread twenty times and he sends you about forty texts while you’re typing. such a cute couple, though. would kill for what y’all have

@rat-bastar kuroo💪😫. LMFAO jk, it’s kirishima. yup, yup, you heard me right fucker. he combats ur monotone-ness and ‘i will punch you in the face’ comments with pure sunshine and also teasing the fuck out of you. pretty good balance, clashing aesthetics couple. i think y’all would be unironically cute so there 🤢

@444sushirrito you have denki kaminari on your ass tbh, i’m not gonna lie. i love that man and would fight you at the sword for him, but you two are in love 😪.

@snoozless you already know this but i still think you and matsukawa would be real swell. yknow when you’re tired or all over the place and you send a lot of random chaotic shit and can never spell? he loves that. he loves it. you two would be so cute. he’d just listen to you ramble about your little notes and cute things you got for organizing and philosophy and general sweet elle things, n he’d probably tease you for it but he’s got big heart eyes.

@erekami eren what the fuck. nothing but eren. listen, i don’t know much about him,,,,, or anything about him other than the fact he looks like a goth twink but i know YOU LOOK LIKE A GOTH TWINK TOO SO ??????? plus, you’re literally so in love with him. you talk about him the way i talk about bakugo..... like........... when is the wedding? (but also on another note, i could see you and kenma making a pretty good couple)

@kuroosperiodictable wow believe it or not. kuroo. you GET THE DIRTY CAPITALIST TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT. he teases you a lot tho, han, i’m not gonna lie to you so you’re gonna have to learn to stomach it bc he is relentless 😕. he has such a cocky, laidback fuckhead attitude and you’ve got sweet shy vibes and i think you two would be such a good couple. he embarrasses you sometimes (in a cute way), and you send him cute ass good morning texts periodically. i feel like youd look up science puns to send him and a bunch of cat boy memes but i’m assuring u rn that he loves them

@x6nji ijichi. idfk bitch go lick his overly defined cheek bones. break his glasses shawty bae

@mitsuluv ok reiner specifically bc i know how badly you want to suck his tits but also on a for real note. kiyoko. LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO. can you imagine you two as a couple? i’d die. i don’t even know if you like her but i would pass away? you two are smart bitch gays and you play with her hair and she just stares at u whenever tf she can

@txzierbaby yachi! yes i think you two would be really sweet together!! like matching aesthetics vibe imo. y’all would def go on a picnic date

@izukine han pls don’t kill me but, liyah i’m giving u megumi. you two would be such a hot & sexy couple? if i saw you walking down the street i would think ab you both for the rest of my life as a human being— like up until the day i die. y’all bullying each other hard as fuck ngl

@dancingazaleas baby again idfk anything about aot but i think the way u talk ab zeke is true love <3

#ramsey 1k!#ikigaitooru luvs #screaming.mutuals #ty for 1k yakl are literally so cute #i am in love w all of my mutuals #all of you.#kiss me #rn

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ificanthaveu · 5 years ago

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Agreed || Shawn Mendes

Description: Shawn wanders into your store one day with his daughter, and you help them find the perfect sweater and even teach them a thing or two.

A/N: single dad!Shawn and sales associate!reader, do you honestly need anything else? Anyway, this is super cute and I love it and it all flowed out of me and could it get a part 2??? it just might

Word Count: 2.6k

Monday nights were never meant to be easy, but this Monday felt that way. It felt a little too easy. Like you were definitely missing something.

The kid’s store you managed in the mall was particularly quiet tonight. It seemed like every kid and parent must have just not felt like shopping tonight. So, there you stood behind the counter, reading and rereading what you could possibly do to pass the next two hours and thirty-three minutes.

If you weren’t going to be doing anything, you figured you could try to get ahead with the marketing change that was supposed to be saved until after close. But would anyone really care if you took down the “25% off denim” signs early? And changed them with the advertisement of some girls in school? You really didn’t think it mattered at this point.

You walked towards the back door and propped it open, so you could keep an eye out in the store while looking for the new signs. Since they were window signs, they were much taller than you were. Preferably you’d have someone to help you, but your store was already short-staffed. Adding the fact that it was a Monday, it’d be just you and these signs tonight.

You struggled to pull out the two large signs. You definitely knocked over a few things, but that was something you’d take care of later. You huffed as you dragged them behind you towards the registers where you could add on the protective edges and the hooks you pulled aside earlier.

Right as you started to slide on one of the protectors, in walked in a tall man with who you assumed was his daughter. She had to be since she was a spitting image of him. She skipped in between displays in her little rainbow rain boots and her pink dress with her dark brown curls bouncing. Her dad simply followed her wherever her heart took her.

You finished sliding on one of the sides before setting it down to go greet them.

“Hey, guys, what brings you in today?” You said with a big smile as you came up to them near the middle of the store. The dad smiled at you before looking back towards his daughter.

“This is actually our first time in here,” he said in a soft voice as you nodded your head. The little girl ran back up to you and her dad as she tugged on his sleeve.

“My daddy said he’d let me get something!” She yelled. Her dad pressed a finger to his lips before she muttered, “sorry.”

“Well, what are you looking for? Do you want clothes or jewelry or a stuffed animal?” You asked as you kneeled down to her height. She rocked back and forth on her feet as she thought about your question.

“I think I want a sweater,” she said very matter-of-factly.

You nodded your head and stood up to go show them the table of sweaters you had off to the side. It was filled with an array of knits and colors and cuts to please every child. She skipped behind you as her dad followed closely behind.

“What color do you want?” You asked. She peeked her head over the table, and you watched her eyes scan over everything carefully before pointing at one near the back.

“The purple one!” She said.

“And what cut do you think she’s going to prefer?” you asked her dad. He gave you a confused look.

“Regular?” He said carefully.

“Well, we have the loser fitting ones like this,” you said as you held one up. “Then we have a tighter, longer fitting one,” you said as you reached over and held up that one. “And then we have one that’s kind of in-between, but cropped a little.”

He looked at each sweater carefully, obviously not clearly understanding what the difference was. His daughter patiently waited next to him. He sighed before he scooped her up, so she could see better.

“Which one are you thinking, Char?” He asked her.

“All of them!” She yelled.

He sighed as he set her down. “Why don’t we try them on?” He asked her. She nodded her head as she tried to reach for the sweaters. Her dad scooped them up for her, and you walked them towards the fitting room to the side.

The little girl, Charlotte, you assumed, skipped into it, and when her dad tried to follow her in to help her, she held up her hand and slammed the door in his face. He stood back with a look of shock on his face as you let out a laugh.

“She’s got an attitude. I like her,” you say quietly so just her dad could hear you.

“Yeah, it’s fun for you when you just have to see her for less than an hour and then she’s out of your hair, I have to live with her,” he said as he rubbed his eyes.

“At least she’s cute,” you added.

He forced out a laugh, “Yeah, at least she’s cute.”

Charlotte walked out in the first sweater, the loser fitting one. She struck a pose in front of the two of you as you giggled at her. She really was something else.

“How do you like it?” You asked her.

“I like it,” she said simply.

“Does it feel ok? Is it itchy?” Her dad chimed in. She thought for a moment before she nodded her head.

“It’s a little itchy,” she said.

“Do you have those shirts that…um, go underneath?” He asked you.

“A cami?”

“Yes, yeah, a cami,” he said as he nodded along.

You nodded your head before walking towards the other side of the store and grabbing a nude one, a white one and a purple one.

“Try wearing that underneath the sweater, honey,” you said as you handed her the tank tops.

She skipped back into the room as you leaned against the wall behind you.

“You’re really good at this,” her dad said.

“Well, it is my job, so I kind of have to be, but thanks anyway,” you said with a smile.

“I’m Shawn by the way,” he said quickly. “I just felt weird because I know your name because of the name tag, but you didn’t know mine and you’ve been helping so much. I honestly panic any time I have to do any of this,” he rambled on.

You nodded along to everything he said before he finally stopped talking.

“You good?” You questioned.

“Yeah, sorry,” he said.

“No, you’re ok, don’t worry about it,” you said back.

“My sister is usually the one to take her to do the shopping, but Aunt Liyah lives back in Canada, so it’s all on me when we’re back in LA,” he explained.

Before you could say anything else, Charlotte slammed the door open and exclaimed, “This feels much better!” as she did a spin in front of you.

“Well, aren’t you the cutest darn thing I have ever seen,” Shawn said as he kneeled down to look at the sweater. He pulled the neck up a little bit and had her lift her hands up to see if it was too short.

“Send a picture to Auntie!” She exclaimed as she played with the sleeves. Shawn nodded his head before stepping back, taking a picture and sending it off to his sister.

“Try on the other ones,” he said as he lightly pushed her back into the fitting room.

“She looks just like you,” you said as she shut the door.

“How unfortunate,” he said softly.

“That’s a compliment,” you whispered. He rolled his eyes at you before leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he paused. “She’s got her mom’s eyes though,” he said softly. “Not that it matters,” he said in a less-than-satisfied voice under his breath. You probably weren’t supposed to hear that.

“Is it just you and her?” You asked carefully, not wanting to open anything you shouldn’t.

“Yep, since the day she was born,” he said as he looked over at you.

“You’re doing a remarkable job,” you said back to him.

“Thanks. My family’s been a big help. My friends also love her to bits, so it’s not all me,” he rationalized.

“Still, raising a little girl on your own isn’t easy. I’ve seen every type of parent come into this store, and I can tell you, honestly, that you’ve got this under control,” you said. “You just gotta trust yourself a little more.”

Charlotte popped out in the next sweater before he could respond. You both looked at her as she struck another pose.

“I think I like the other one better,” Shawn said.

“Agreed,” you added.

She nodded her head as she looked in the mirror.

“Agreed,” she said before marching back in.

Shawn shook his head and placed it in his hands.

“You just taught her a new phrase. She’s not going to stop saying that for weeks,” he groaned.

You laughed at him before saying, “I am so sorry. You never say the word ‘agree?’”

“Not like you just said it. Like, yeah, I say I agree with someone, but I don’t really say ‘agreed,’ but now it’s all she’s going to say. I promise you that most of the time it won’t make sense either,” he said as he looked over at you with a “disappointed dad” look. “You owe me one for the weeks of torture my ears are about to endure.”

“I can get you 25% of the sweater, but I’m afraid that’s it,” you paused for a minute. “Oh, and if you ever need a night off from her, I’ll gladly babysit. She’s phenomenal.”

“I think I’ll pass on the discount, but I might have to hold you to the night of babysitting,” he responded with a smile on his face.

“And, I’m here every Monday night, and it’s usually this dead. So if you ever need help with the shopping thing again, I’m always here to help,” you added.

“Thank you, it means more than you’ll ever know. I get this is your job, but still, thanks,” he said.

Charlotte popped out of the dressing room again with the last sweater on. It was cropped so the purple cami was sticking out of the bottom.

“I still like the first one the best,” Shawn said with a concentrated look on his face. You simply nodded your head in agreement as Charlotte looked in the mirror before turning back to the two of you.

“Agreed,” she said before marching back into the room. Before you could say anything, Shawn looked at you with that same dad look he gave you earlier. He was good at it.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “You’re good at that look. I honestly feel super guilty right now.

“Good, then you’ll learn from your mistakes, and you won’t repeat them,” he said in probably the perfect dad voice.

“Alright, you can stop. That’s terrifying.”

He let out a laugh as he leaned his head against the wall again, briefly glancing down at his phone.

“What time do you close?” He asked, bringing you back into the reality that you were a sales associate helping a customer.

“9:00,” you said before glancing down at your watch. “You’ve still got like an hour and forty-five minutes, so no rush.”

He nodded his head before he looked behind you at the signs by the register.

“I really don’t want to keep you from that, though,” he said as he gestured towards the signs. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I wasn’t supposed to do them until after close, anyway. I should probably wait until then because I know they’re going to kick my butt,” you said as you looked back at him.

“Can I help maybe?” He offered. You sighed and shook your head.

“As much as I would love to say yes, that’s an incredibly huge liability,” you explained as you scrunched up your face and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, I guess you don’t want me suing your store if I fall,” he said. “I definitely understand that.”

Charlotte came out of the dressing room again with the three sweaters and camis in her hands.

“Remember which one you want?” Shawn asked her.

She nodded her head and held out the clothing to him, along with the purple and white camis. You gladly scooped the rest of the sweaters out of her hands and brought them back with you to the register to put away later.

“Anything else I can help you guys look for today?” You asked them as they walked up to the register.

Shawn looked down at Charlotte as she let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes.

“I think we’re good for tonight,” he whispered to you. You began to ring up his few items before placing them in the bag.

“Do you want to sign up for the rewards program?” You asked him as the screen prompted.

He sighed, “Yeah, I probably should.”

“The pinpad will ask you all the questions,” you said as you tapped your finger on the top of it. Shawn tapped all the necessary buttons and typed in his information.

You recited all the information back to him for clarification, and he nodded along to everything you said.

“And receipt with you or in the bag,” you said as you propped the bag up.

“Just throw it in the bag,” he said as he looked down at Charlotte who was leaning against him and who was also clearly tired. “I guess it’s getting near bedtime,” he said quietly as you handed him the bag.

“Agreed,” you said at the same volume as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Yep, I’m sick of you. Time to go,” he said jokingly as he held Charlotte’s hand.

You walked them out the door before Shawn stopped and turned to you.

“About that babysitting offer…” he trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“I guess I’m going to need your number, you know, just in case I need a babysitter,” he said without really looking at you. “Or, also, I mean, if you’d ever want to catch a movie or something. I can find a different babysitter, and we can just do something, but if not, that’s also totally fine,” he rambled on.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile, as you could feel your face burning up.

“I thought you were sick of me,” you said teasingly. He shook his head before finally looking at you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said through a laugh.

“It’s in my job description,” you retaliated.

“Really? Well, then I’d like to speak to the manager about that.”

“That’s cute. I am the manager.”

Shawn had to give up after that one as he shook his head and glanced down at Charlotte, oblivious to whatever was going on.

“I would love to go out sometime,” you finally said.

“Maybe I’ve retracted that offer,” he responded.

“Well, then I’d love to babysit sometime.”

“Well, I am still going to need your number, you know, for babysitting,” he responded as he held out his phone for you.

You quickly typed in your name and number before handing it back to him.

“See you this weekend maybe?” He said as he began to walk out of the store, still gripping on to Charlotte’s hand with one hand and the bright pink bag with the other. “I’m thinking dinner and a movie,” he said as he backed out. “For you and Charlotte of course.”

“Oh, yeah, sounds perfect. Send me the day and time and I’ll be there, for Charlotte,” you said as you crossed your arms.

“See you later, [Y/N],” he said before waving and turning around.

“Are we going to come back?” you heard Charlotte ask her father.

“Yeah, I think we will,” Shawn replied.

“Good, I like this store,” she responded before stifling another yawn.

“Agreed.”

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cals-sunflower · 5 years ago

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Babysitting (C.V)

Richard is your brother and when he told you he was expecting a child, you were overjoyed. Knowing that you were gonna be an amazing aunt and spoil the little bean. The day Aaliyah was born, you couldn’t be more happier. She has her own room in your house for when she came over to spend the night. Most of the time she just sleeps with you but you didn’t mind at all. And that brings you here, waiting for your brother to drop off your niece.

“Hey kiddo, I’ll come back to pick up Aaliyah in a few hours,” Richard gave you a hug. “Also Chris is here because he missed his girlfriend,” Chris popped out from behind both Richard and Aaliyah. The 3 year old was quick to hug your legs.

“Tía Y/n, I missed you,” you bent down to her height and squeezed her into a loving embrace.

“Te extrañé también princesa,” you kissed her forehead. “Alright, I love you sis. I love you Liyah,”Richard picks up his daughter and kisses all over her face. You were proud of the dad Richard had become.

“I missed you nena,” Chris pulled you into a hug. It was funny that you guys ended up together in the end because you said he was too much of a womanizer to date you. He proved that he could change for you and he kept that promise.

“I missed you more dork. Thanks for coming mi amor,” kissing his cheek before pulling away and giving your attention to your niece. “Okay princesa, what do you wanna do first?” It’d be better if you let her pick the first activity being that kids get bored fast.

“Can we bake cookies?” Giving you the best puppy dog eyes. “We have to go to the store first, so let’s get into the car,” you grabbed your keys, locked the door and all of you headed outside to your car. You strapped her into the car seat and closed her door. Heading over to the passenger seat, Chris opened the door for you and closed it for you. He did a light jog and got into the car himself.

“Such a gentleman,” you threw Chris a wink as he started the car. “Sólo para ti cariño,” he takes one hand and laces his fingers with yours, resting it on your thigh. The ride to Walmart wasn’t that far which was a plus.

“Tío, when are you going to marry Y/n?” Aaliyah randomly brings the question up. “I’m not sure Liyah but I’d love to marry your aunt very soon,” this made your heart swoon at the thought of being married to Chris. He squeezed your hand and quickly looked over with a smile. You lifted up your connected hands and kissed his knuckles.

Once you guys get into Walmart, Chris pushes the cart around with Aaliyah in it. You were in awe the way Chris was with Aaliyah ( and not that you knew but he secretly loves the way you give your undivided attention to the girl all the time). You guys walk up to the baking area and let her pick which cookies she wanted to make.

“Tía, let’s make chocolate chip cookies,” you the cookie dough and some more chocolate chips because you could never have too many chocolate chips.

“Excuse me but you guys are a really cute family,” a woman in her late 30s says with a smile. “Gracias ma’am,” Chris smiles back. She pulls you aside and told you to keep him because he’s a good one. You wondered why Chris didn’t say Aaliyah was your guys niece but overall the action did send butterflies in your stomach.

“Chris do you need to get anything while we’re here?” You turned to your boyfriend. He nodded his head and left you and Aaliyah. When he came back, he was holding a tub of vanilla ice cream.

“Here we, now we can go home,” giving both of you a big smile. “I love your thinking babe,” you kissed his lips and moved the cart to the check out line.

The baking process started the mintue you guys got home. You and Aaliyah were adding more chocolate chips into the cookie dough while Chris was preparing the cookie pan to go in the oven.

“Okay Aaliyah, you gotta take some of the dough and roll it in a ball,” you taught her how to do it. “Like this?” You nodded your head and helped put the cookies on the pan.

“Yay, all done! You can go watch cartoons in the living room while me and Y/n make lunch to go with the cookies,” Chris kisses the top of her head.

“We should make sandwiches, I think it’ll go good with the cookies,” you waited for Chris to reply. “I think that’s a good idea babygirl, let’s make them,” with that both of you got to work on the sandwiches.

The three of you sat down in your room watching a Disney movie because that’s what Aaliyah wanted to watch. “Gracias for the food tía,” the little girl smiled in your direction then turned back to the movie.

Chris does a dramatic gasp, “Did I not help your aunt? I’m so hurt,” Aaliyah gives a laugh at her uncle. He then gives you a side wink and picks up the plates to put them in the sink. He comes back to see Aaliyah sleeping next to you on the bed.

“That was pretty fast,” you nodded at him with a smile and pat the spot to your right. He comes and cuddles you watching the Disney movie that was still playing.

“Do you wanna have kids of our own someday?” Chris was nervous to bring up this question but seeing you with Aaliyah made his heart swollen with happiness. “Yeah babe, I can definitely see it. You’d be such a great papi,” you kissed his knuckles.

“serías una gran mamá mi amor,” he replied which made you smile at how he made you feel without even trying. Soon, the movie was long forgotten as the three of you were sleeping away.

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shawnssongs · 5 years ago

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Couldn’t Wait

summary: Shawn plans on proposing, but he can’t help himself and does it a little earlier than expected.

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“Is it possible to love too much?” Shawn asked Brian in the car on the way to get some food, catching him off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... I don’t know. I just really love Y/n.”

“Shawn, you’ll be back in two days.” Brian was starting to get annoyed with Shawn’s complaining.

“I know, but... I feel like I can’t live without her. This tour is amazing, but I just miss her so much.” When Brian didn’t answer, Shawn continued. “You know what? Change of plans. We’re going to the mall.” They always have jewelry stores at the mall.

“The mall?”

Shawn nodded his head. “Yep.”

Two days later, it was finally time you to pick Shawn up from the airport. He would be home for a month before having to go back on tour, and he couldn’t be more excited to spend time with you.

When you saw him struggling through the gate with his suitcase, you couldn’t help but laugh. However, the smile on your face when he noticed you shut him up, causing him to blush profusely as he smiled right back at you.

“I missed you so much.” You spoke as you ran into Shawn’s arms, hugging him tightly. His arms wrapped around you perfectly, squeezing profusely.

“I missed you too.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before letting you go and grabbing his suitcase. “Let’s go home.”

You nodded and grabbed Shawn’s free hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you only made it a few feet before Shawn stopped walking. You turned to look at him, and for some reason he looked nervous.

“Shawn, what’s up?”

He looked around and didn’t notice any fans waiting around, so he went for it. “Okay, this is is probably a bad time, but marry me?”

“What?” You asked, not sure if he was serious.

“Um...” he shuffled around, feeling his pockets. When you realized what he was looking for, your hands went up to your face, covering your mouth.

When Shawn found the little velvet box, he got down on one knee in the middle of the airport.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Shawn!” You squeaked. “Oh my...”

You pulled your hands away from your face when he opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond engagement ring. Traditional, but Shawn knew that was what you liked.

You were brought to tears just looking at it. You couldn’t help but take it out of the box and try it on. You didn’t even realize you hadn’t given your boyfriend and answer.

“I’m assuming that’s a yes?” He asked, standing up.

“Yes. Shawn, of course.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, not caring who was watching.

After getting over the shock of what just happened, the two of you made your way to your car.

On the way back to your shared house, the two of you stopped for lunch and sure enough, when Shawn checked his phone, it had blown up with pictures and videos from the airport.

“Welp, guess the news is out.” He looked up when you didn’t respond, laughing when he realized it was because you were staring at the ring.

Though there were a ton of tweets about the engagement, Shawn only responded to one. His sisters.

“I thought you were waiting until the whole family was there! Congrats big bro, @shawnmendes. I can’t believe @y/nl/n wants to marry such a dork.” It read.

“Sorry Liyah, I couldn’t wait. And hey, y/n is much dorkier than I am.”

He stayed off his phone for the rest of the day, just wanting to be with you and celebrate. There was nothing better to celebrate than the fact that you were now officially his for the rest of your lives together, and he couldn’t be more excited.

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winnipegpatty · 6 years ago

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untimely conversations | s.m. one shot

a/n: this if for the anon that requested shawn and reader get in a fight at his parents house. this is 3k full of nice angst. please send me your feedback and check out my masterlist and also consider buying me a ko-fi if you enjoyed it (links in the bio)!! love youuuu!

“My parents want to have dinner with us this week?”

They were cuddled together in bed on a Wednesday night, and Shawn was tired from the studio work he’d been doing early in the week.

“Sounds nice,” Y/N replied groggily, “Haven’t seen them in a while.”

Shawn nodded before yawning, “Just been so busy.” His voice was quiet and heavy with sleep.

She nodded against his shoulder before she kissed it lightly. She started drawing small patterns on Shawn’s stomach, liking the way his stomach rose and fell with his breathing. They were quiet for a while, and Y/N was sure he must have gone to sleep, his breathing having evened out slightly.

“If my mom mentions an engagement,” Shawn said softly after a while, “just, don’t get upset, okay?”

Her fingers stilled against his chest, going completely flat over his heart, “Why would she ask about that?”

Shawn sighed, turning slightly so that he could see Y/N’s face. “Well, you know Karen,” he said using his mother’s first name. “She’s a little traditional in some respects, and she’s just, uh,” Shawn stammered for a moment, unsure of his words.

“Shawn,” she wandered, “What’s going on?”

“We’ve been together for almost three years, and living together for a year a half, and I think she’s just getting tired of waiting around for it to happen.” Shawn let out a breath, slightly blowing over top her head.

“Did she actually mention this, or are you just assuming?” Y/N tilted her head up slightly to look at Shawn’s as they lie side by side.

“Not exactly, but she hinted strongly, you know how mothers do.”

Y/N was silent for a while. The truth was, she had to agree with Karen. It’s not that she had expected Shawn to propose quickly or anything, not at all. Especially not with the life he lived. He had to be cautious with who he let in, but the question of whether or not to let her into his life had long since passed. She’d squeezed her way into every aspect of Shawn’s life. He wrote songs about her, brought her on tour often, talked about her in interviews. She’d met his family years ago and was a regular in his friend group at this point. She was sure after moving in together that it would be the next step, but they’d been living together for a year and a half and there hadn’t been any progress in that area. And she wasn’t exactly upset with Shawn about this. She loved Shawn and enjoyed the life they spent with each other. But Karen’s expectation for them to get married wasn’t entirely far fetched.

“Well,” she finally spoke, “I won’t get upset.”

Shawn nodded before leaning down and kissing her lips lightly, whispered his love to her in the quiet of the night. They fell asleep not to long after, both completely bone tired from a hard days work.

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Friday came around, and the dinner with Karen and Manny was set to start in thirty minutes. Y/N was still struggling to find the right outfit, something cute and dressy but not too cute or too dressy.

“Which one?” She asked Shawn, coming out of the closet holding up two vastly different ensembles.

Shawn, not looking up from his phone where he was typing furiously, “Either is great, babe.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “You didn’t even look, Shawn.”

Shawn, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from his phone, looked at the two options before saying, “Left,” and then returning to his phone.

“You sure that’s not too...sexy?”

Shawn huffed, “Y/N, I don’t care. My parents aren't going to care. They love you, just pick one.”

She turned, frustrated with Shawn’s lack of help, and returned to the closet, eventually choosing a completely different outfit all together. Ten minutes later she emerged from the closet, ready to go. She grabbed her clutch from the bedside table and asked Shawn if he was ready.

“Mhmm,” Shawn mumbled, standing up robotically as he followed her out of the condo on autopilot, reaching the car in no time.

The drive to the Mendes household was quick and quiet, as Y/N stared out the window, watching as they slowly left their familiar surroundings of downtown Toronto and headed towards the land of suburbia, Pickering.

“Andrew wants me in the studio all day tomorrow,” Shawn said as they hit the halfway mark between Toronto and Pickering.

Her eyes left the window and snapped to Shawn, shocked. “What? It’s Saturday Shawn, and you’ve been there all week!”

Shawn sighed, tapping the steering wheel, “I know. But recording is almost done, and he doesn’t want to have to have to book another week.”

Y/N looked down at her lap, flicking at her chipped nail polish. “I thought, maybe we could do something together tomorrow though…”

Shawn glanced over apologetically, “I know, I know… Saturdays are usually our day together, but I’m sorry. You know what Andrew wants, he gets.”

“It’s not just Saturday, Shawn…” She trailed over quietly.

“There’s nothing I can do. It’s out of my hands, I just wanted to let you know.” Shawn responded, frustration lacing his tone.

Looking back out the window where a light snow had begun to fall, Y/N stayed silent for the rest of the drive trying not to think about the fact that Shawn seems to have completely forgotten their third anniversary.

Once they’d made their arrival, Karen and Manny greeted them warmly, welcoming them into their home and bringing them out of the cold snow.

“How are you doing, baby?” She asked Shawn sweetly as she kissed his temple lightly.

“Good, work has been crazy, just really tired lately.”

She nodded in understanding before pulling Y/N into a hug, “And how you are, darling?”

Y/N hugged her back lightly, nestling her head into her shoulder searching for a sense of comfort, “I’m doing fine,’ she finally responded, pulling back slightly.

Karen eyed her for a moment before replying with a sharp nod, “That’s good.”

Manny got the two of them drinks, and together the four of them wandered into the living area, each finding seats around the room, Y/N sitting next to Shawn, but not touching. Their legs weren’t pressed against each others like they normally would be, and Shawn eyed Y/N for a moment where she was sat. He decided to not say anything, instead turning his attention to his parents.

“How’s Liyah?” He asked.

“Oh you know, just being a teenage girl,” Karen smiled sweetly.

Manny sat up, leaning slightly towards Shawn, “You know she started looking at universities last month.”

Shawn’s eyes widened, “What? No. Already?”

“Well she is almost seventeen, love.” Karen laughed.

“Don’t remind me,” Shawn grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What schools is she looking at?” Y/N asked, entering the conversation.

“Mostly local stuff, but she is looking at a few in Montreal and BC. And two in the States and one in London.”

Shawn’s jaw dropped, “Why does she even need to look at so many schools?”

Karen laughed, “It’s early in the process honey, she’s just looking at lots of options. She’ll narrow it down when it gets closer.”

“Li is so smart,” Y/N whispered, almost as though she were talking to herself, “She could do anything.”

Karen smiled softly at the young girl, “She is a bright one. We got very lucky with our two.” She directed her smile at Shawn, who was probably already blushing. Y/N didn’t know though because she was only looking at her lap, thinking about how lucky she thought she was for having someone like Shawn. Wondering where they went wrong and lost communication.

At dinner, Manny and Shawn carried most of the conversation, with Karen and Y/N only piping in for a few one liners here and there. But Y/N was content in her quiet place. Retreating to the back of her mind, that’s where she liked to be anyway. It was the place where people couldn’t hurt her, she could really only hurt herself.

“So, Y/N,” Karen asked later in the evening. Their plates almost empty and they were finishing their second glass of wine. “Are there any big plans coming up for you?”

She watched Karen for a moment, not entirely sure what she meant. “No,” she answered, “Just the usual at work. We’ve got a pretty big case right now that we’re working on, trying to find a good stable home for one particular kid who’s been in and out of homes for a while.”

Karen hummed sadly, “That must be hard, seeing so many kids living rough childhoods.”

She nodded, “It is, but we’re there to help and to try and connect as many kids as we can with stable, loving homes.”

“Do you ever think about having kids of your own one day?” Karen asked innocently.

“Mom--” Shawn warned, stepping in immediately.

“What?” She raised her hands, looking at Shawn. “It’s a simple question, with absolutely no relation to you, unless you’ve changed your name.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, looking at his girlfriend, “You do not have to answer her if you feel uncomfortable.”

Y/N turned to Shawn, “Why would that make me uncomfortable?” She rolled her eyes at Shawn’s childish behavior before returning her gaze to Karen. “I’d love to have children eventually. But I don’t see it happening any time soon.”

“Well some things take…” Karen paused for a moment, glancing at Shawn, “Time.”

Shawn leaned back in his chair, groaning. “Mom, please you said you wouldn’t do this.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Shawn.” She took a sip of her wine.

“Shawn, it’s fine.” Y/N said, lightly placing her hand on his bicep.

“Is it such a crime to wonder whether or not my own son plans on ever getting married?” Karen directed the question to Manny, who wisely stayed completely silent on the manner.

“Mom!” Shawn shouted, frustrated. “We have talked about this so many times, why do you always have to bring it up. Just stop! Y/N doesn’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about it. You don’t need to ruin the evening with this conversation every goddamn time we come over!” Shawn huffed, running a hand through his hair.

Y/N coughed uncomfortably, saying quietly, “Well, I’m perfectly fine discussing it.”

Shawn’s pupils flared, studying his girlfriend for a moment, not entirely sure why she was being so difficult right now. Shawn just wanted this conversation to move forward, but it seemed that everyone in the room was working against him. “What do you mean?” He criticized.

“I’m just saying,” she breathed out, “that it’s not an entirely unfair question ask.”

Shawn grinded his teeth. “You want to talk about this here, right now, in front of my parents?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” she explained. “I’m just saying your mom is right to wonder when you might want to get married considering you’ve been dating your girlfriend for three years. Or did you forget that it’s been three years?”

If there ever was someone who resembled one of those cartoon characters with steam coming out of their eyes and their face burning red, it was Shawn right now. Y/N had never seen Shawn quite so livid, but frankly she didn’t really care.

“So what? You wanna get married?” Shawn snarled. “We can get married.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and didn’t bother responding.

“No,” Shawn said, completely on edge now. “You want to talk about this? Let’s fucking talk, Y/N! You want to be a goddamn brat and demand that we discuss this in front of my parents, then let’s do it.You want kids too, I know you do. So how many? Do you already have their names picked out?”

“Shawn, that’s enough.” Karen said, finally stepping in.

“It’s fine, Karen.” Y/N whispered, defending herself, but still not responding to her boyfriend.

“No, it’s not,” Karen reprimanded, looking towards her son. “We never taught you to speak to women like that.”

“Give it a rest, mom.” Shawn said, standing up from his chair, pointing his finger at her defensively. “You started this in the first place. I told you not to bring this shit up, and you did it anyway.”

“Shawn,” Karen warned, equally as defensive as his son. She was ready to make any war he waged.

“Karen, really,” Y/N said trying to defuse the tense situation, “It’s fine. It’s very clear that Shawn doesn’t want to discuss marriage or anything of the like. I’m sure it has nothing to do with you. It has to do with me.”

“No, no. That’s not it.” Karen said in a calm motherly tone, trying to reassure the younger woman of her worth.

“Maybe that is is.” Shawn whispered, refusing to meet Y/N’s gaze.

Karen’s eyes snapped to Shawn, filled with anger. Manny’s weary gaze watched as Y/N’s eyes welled up lightly, she coughed trying to cover her hurt.

“I am not ready to get married, why is that so unacceptable?” Shawn wondered.

“It’s not,” Karen said in a stern, but calm voice. “What’s unacceptable is your current behavior and the way you’re speaking to your girlfriend, whom you’re supposed to love. If you’re not ready to get married, that’s perfectly alright. You’re both young. You have a lot going on in your careers. But if you’re unable to speak to your girlfriend in a calm, not demeaning manner then I believe I’ve completely failed you as a mother. You should never feel comfortable speaking to Y/N like that under any circumstances.”

Shawn looked down at his feet, shuffling uncomfortably. It had been a long while since he’d had a disappointed mother speech, but he’d recognize the tone in her voice anywhere. It was the kind of speech that tore your gut apart from the inside out with worry because you’d managed to disappoint your mother. There were very few feelings worse than this one.

“You need to apologize to her.” Karen spoke again.

“Mom,” Shawn moaned, “I’m not a five years old anymore.”

Karen’s eyes widened, “Could have fooled me.”

Shawn’s shoulders hunched over in embarrassment, finally looking at Y/N. He held his hand out to her, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut when he finally saw that she’d been crying. “Can we talk?”

Y/N took his hand, following him down the hall and into his childhood bedroom. Shawn closed the door behind them, leaning against the door. Their hands, still lightly clasped together, hung loosely between the two of them.

“I’m sorry!” Shawn whispered.

“Saturday’s our three year anniversary,” Y/N rushed at the same time Shawn spoke.

“Wait what?” Shawn asked, eyes wide in shock.

Y/N’s lip wavered, knowing Shawn really had forgotten. “Our three year, it’s tomorrow. And you didn’t even remember.”

“No, it can’t be it’s not even…” Shawn trailed off, thinking back on what month it was and how far they were into the month before he let out a, “Fuck.” He hit his head back on the door. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N tugged on his hand, turning to face him on the door. “I don’t care that you don’t want to get married. Or that you don’t want to get married right now. Or have children or whatever. We haven’t talked a whole lot about those things, and I’m perfectly fine with that. But when you didn’t remember our anniversary, it killed me a little bit inside. Shawn, I know that one day I want to marry you. I know that one day I want to have your kids. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the only person for me. There’s no question in my mind. I don’t care when those things happen. They could happen tomorrow or in thirty years. I just know that there’s not a single day I want to live without you. And you forgetting something like that, really makes me question if you like that towards me or if I’m just a familiar comfort for you.”

Shawn reached out, cupping her cheek. “No, no please don’t say those things. They’re not true. I could never ask for anyone greater than you. There is no one more perfect for me than you. There’s no one else I think about, no one else I’d rather be with. It’s only you. And it’s always going to be you. You’re absolutely the person I see by my side at every major event in my life down the road.” Shawn rested his forehead against hers. “This is a fucking weak excuse, but it’s all I have. Work has been insane, and I should have put more priority on your and our relationship, but I didn’t. And for that I’m sorry. I am sorry for forgetting something so important. There isn’t an excuse that makes up for that. And I’m still going to have to go to work tomorrow, but I swear to god, I will make it up to you. Please forgive me. For everything. For what I said to you like a fucking idiot, and for the way I’ve treated you over the past few weeks.”

Y/N pressed her lips against Shawn’s, savoring the taste of wine on his lips. “I forgive you,” she said as she pulled away. “And I love your parents, but can we go home now because I really don’t want to have to deal with aftermath of that situation we just created.”

Shawn nodded, chuckling lightly. “I second that. I don’t think my mom has ever been more disappointed in me before. Not even when I broke up with my first girlfriend over text message.”

Y/N cringed, “Shawn.”

“I know, it was bad.” He laughed lightly again. “I love you.” He said through a trail of kisses on her jaw.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “But the apology isn’t going to come quite as easily next time if you talk to me like that again.”

“Noted. Now let’s go home.”

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Change of Pace - 5 (November 2003 - 16 years ago)

cowritten by @achinglyshawn

summary: Shawn and Maya meet again 10 years after life got in the way of love

warnings: language, NSFW

wc: 11.6k (we back, y’all)

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Maya has read this same sentence about Dries van Noten at least 14 times.

She’s studying up for an exam in her Fashion as Art class on Friday, the last thing standing between her and her big weekend with Shawn.

Speak of the devil.

He does feel like the devil right now. He’s sitting across from her in the library on their study date and everything about him feels tempting. Maybe it’s the anticipation of their weekend plans, maybe she’s just bored of studying, but she can’t stop fucking thinking about him, looking at him, finding ways to touch him.

This weekend they have actual reservations at an actual restaurant and she has an actual dress picked out and she’s pretty sure it’s an unspoken reality that they’re going to sleep together. They haven’t yet. They’ve done most everything else in terms of the classic baseball bases metaphor, but this feels different. They want it to be the right time. Or… Maya does. They haven’t actually discussed it. And Maya thinks Shawn probably just wants what Maya wants.

She looks up at him again and wets her lips, glancing down at the pencil he’s bouncing between his long, thick fingers. She shifts in her seat and looks back down at her page, destined to read the sentence again.

Shawn can’t sit fucking still. He’s going a little crazy. It’s all he can do to keep his fingers out of his hair as they itch to tug and twirl at his curls. Instead, he taps his pencil and shakes his foot and sings the same Fall Out Boy lyric in his head, over and over.

‘I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself, I’m not the desperate type—‘

He looks up at Maya, just as she seems to be pulling her gaze away from him. His stomach flips. Was she just looking at him? Watching him like he sometimes watches her?

She’s probably just annoyed. He slows the cadence of his tapping.

He should not have agreed to this study date. He’s got reading to do before this weekend— their, like, special weekend— and he’s completely distracted. But then he remembers studying was his idea, and he definitely texted her first yesterday, so this mess is his own damn fault, really.

But still, he should’ve canceled or—

Maya crinkles her nose as she reads, then tucks a finger between her lips to bite at her nail, and Shawn’s distracted from being mad about being distracted.

She’s so pretty. And she likes him. And not just for trading orgasms, probably.

He feels his cheeks heat and he drops his gaze. He needs to calm down. Stop staring. Start studying. Be good. He tries to focus on the words on the page before him, but soon realizes he retained absolutely nothing from the last five pages he skimmed in a distracted trance.

Maya feels his gaze as she’s trying to pretend to read. Maybe he’s losing his mind over there too.

Is he nervous? Is he tired? Is he just distracted? She doesn’t know him well enough yet to be able to tell, despite their spending the majority of their time together lately. She looks up again. His cheeks are pink. His head is bobbing while his eyes rest unfocused on his page. She smiles and lifts her chin.

“Hey you,” she murmurs, letting her eyes bounce around their surroundings to see if she’s disturbing anyone by talking, “Are you… hungry by any chance?”

She flutters her eyelashes to make him laugh and bites her lip because she can’t help it when he looks like this.

Her voice catches his attention, has his head snapping up as the rest of his body freezes. She absolutely paralyzes him, and all she wants is some dinner.

He’s so not hungry at all. The butterflies frantically flitting in his stomach are in the way.

“I could eat,” he whispers back with a gentle smile, one he’s been reserving for her lately. He can’t fathom eating at the moment, but he’ll do whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. Far be it for an idiot kid like him to deny the staggering Maya Lu anything. He doesn’t think he could if he tried.

Shawn practically jumps out of his skin. She raises her eyebrows and watches him clam up before he can calm down and speak to her. His smile sends a shiver up her spine. She returns it warmly and starts packing up the wild slew of books she spread out around her.

He drops his pencil in his Mythology book and closes it.

“What were you thinking?” he inquires softly, dragging his fingers through his hair to lift the curls away from his forehead.

Maya watches him tug at his hair. She swallows and stares, wanting to spend hours running her fingers through it. She thinks she could if he’d let her.

“Uhm, pizza? My place?”

Maya lives off campus in a studio apartment, which makes her location more desirable than the suite he shares with his roommate Geoff. Plus, she lives within delivery distance of the best pizza near campus. She zips her heavy winter coat and reaches for his hand.

It’s not anything they haven’t done before, but the suggestion still makes his heart speed up. She still makes him nervous, just like she has since last year.

He wonders when he’ll get over it. Or if he’ll get over it, at all. Probably not.

“Oh,” he begins, swiping his book into his bag as he stands and wrestles his way into his puffy coat, “So. You don’t want to hang out with Geoff?”

He quirks a brow at her with a careful smirk as he slings his backpack over his shoulder and calmly takes the hand she offers. He winks at her, his thumb slipping casually across her knuckles like holding her hand is no big deal.

(He’s a very good actor.)

He smirks at her slyly while he fishes for a compliment. She takes his bait willingly. She squeezes his hand and snuggles further into her jacket.

“Nope, just want to hang out with you. And pizza.”

To be honest, she’s kind of kidding about the pizza. She’s not even that hungry. She just couldn’t sit across from him like that anymore with books pretending to study when all she wanted to do was study the way he sighs when her lips meet his bare skin.

He manages a sweeter smile as they climb the stairs out the library’s basement. He squeezes her hand, seeking her attention.

“Did you get enough studying done?” he asks as they emerge outside into the snowy Toronto evening, his voice once again at full volume but scratchy from silence.

Snowflakes fall fat and slow from the sky, lazily coating the cold surfaces. Their boots scrunch and squelch beneath them. She drops his hand and instead curls her arm around his, leeching off his body heat.

He lets her soak in his warmth, curling over her as they crunch down the snow-covered sidewalk so he can drop a kiss to the top of her head. Real casual. Just like a boyfriend. Maybe. He should be so lucky.

They haven’t talked about it. He thinks he’ll need more coaching from his mum before he brings it up. Maybe he’ll let Liyah chime in, too. He clears his throat as he straightens up, curling his arm a little tighter around hers.

She closes her eyes. His lips are warm and it reminds her she should’ve worn a hat but she’s kinda glad she didn’t because now she can feel his mouth on her and it just makes her want more.

“Not really,” she confesses, “I just… couldn’t focus anymore.” She glances up at him to gauge his reaction, chewing on her lip.

“Oh,” he hums, the corner of his lips ticking upward as they continue down the road towards her apartment, “What’s got you distracted?”

He sounds innocent enough. He’s definitely fishing, but he figures she might like him well enough to let him get away with it. Maybe he’s being too hopeful, thinking that he distracts her the way she does him, but he’s a bit lovesick, or something, so he can’t help it.

She’s glad her apartment isn’t far. It’s so fucking cold. She spots it through the spitting snow in the distance and narrows her eyes, willing it closer.

“Uhm… oh, I dunno.” She goes pink. She doesn’t really want to admit that she has trouble focusing on anything but him when they’re together. She doesn’t want to be cheesy. She’s not cheesy.

Is she cheesy? He makes her want to be.

As they climb the steps to her building, she frees herself from him to fish out her keys. It also serves as a way to stall for an answer.

“I guess I find you pleasantly distracting.” She opens the door for them with a tiny smile.

His heart swells, then bursts, and he feels like he’s fucking falling. How lame is that? He watches too many rom coms with his sister. He’s told her before to stop letting him pick them, they’re too unrealistic for him to use as a guide to his love life.

He can’t help it. It’s just the way she makes him feel. Maybe it’s too late for him and his romantic soul.

It’s not only romance he wants from her, though. He just likes her company. He likes the way she tells stories. The way it’s never hard to talk to her. The way he feels like he’s known her since before he can remember.

Maybe that’s all romance bullshit, too. But he doesn’t think it is. He thinks maybe Maya is becoming his best friend.

The romance stuff feels like an awesome added bonus.

Shawn nudges her out of the way and takes the door instead, ushering her inside before he follows, wiping off his slush-soaked boots on the doormat. He grins, a little too toothy to be smooth, but it’s uncontrollable.

“Huh,” he hums as he combs the snow from his damp curls, “Is it my charming good looks or my incessant need to fiddle that’s got you so caught up?”

Maya stomps her wet boots against the mat and looks up to see him sweeping a hand through his hair and grinning at her. If she were a few years younger, she’d swoon. As it is, she hums from the back of her throat and plays along, taking his hand again as she leads him up the flights of steps to her apartment.

“I may have noticed some fiddling,” she says dryly, shooting a look at him over her shoulder as they climb, “Maybe you were a little distracted, too?”

This time she keeps his hand in hers, fighting with her coordination to get her locked apartment door open one-handed. They step inside. Maya flips on lights and starts shedding her outer layers. The apartment is warmly lit and cozy. The snow is falling thicker, visible in the street lights outside. She glances at her bed and back at him.

“You… said you were hungry?” Her voice is a little weak at the sight of him snowy-haired and crimson-cheeked in her kitchen.

Shawn follows her lead, peeling his coat from his shoulders and toeing off his boots. He shakes out his hair again, then reaches for his fluffy jumper and pulls it off. His black undershirt gets caught up for a moment before he can tug it back down to meet his jeans.

Maya hopes her eyes don’t widen visibly at the sight of Shawn’s shirt riding up. It gets caught up around his chest and she gets a perfect flash of hard abs and warm, pale skin. It makes her want to lurch toward him and pin him to the bed beneath her.

Oh right. Food. He clears his throat, smiles, and shrugs a little.

“I am if you are. Doesn’t the pizza place deliver here?”

Shawn tries not to look at her bed. He tries to forget what they were doing the last time he was here, because there’s no telling what Maya wants, what’s on her mind. If she wants pizza, then they’ll eat pizza. He ignores the way his stomach lurches and the rattling of his anxious heart.

She blinks. “Right. Pizza.”

The idea of taking the time to order and wait for and eat pizza right now is deeply unappealing. Maya sighs and takes a step toward him, then another. She looks him up and down, letting her eyes drag and catch where they want. Her skin heats up a few degrees. She plants her hands on his hips and raises her eyes to his bravely.

“I don’t want pizza.”

She descends on him like a cat claiming her prey. He doesn’t mind it. He loves the way she looks at him, like she can’t believe he’s really there. It’s the same way he’s been looking at her for about a year now. He feels his cheeks flush beneath her gaze.

Her warm palms on his hips makes his stomach jump with anticipation. His tongue glides along his lower lip as he clears his throat and tilts his head. He reaches out for her, not thinking, just doing, and tangles his fingers in a strand of her dark hair, before tucking it behind her ear.

Maya watches his tongue as he wets his lip. She takes a step closer and slips her fingers into his belt loops, holding firmly as she maneuvers to stand between his legs. Despite the cold outside, he’s so warm. If she weren’t distracted, she’d tuck herself into his body and soak it in. As it is, she has other ideas about how to keep warm with him.

Maya tugs on his belt loops teasingly until the button of his jeans digs into her stomach. She brushes her nose along the firm set of his jaw, exhaling slowly to watch the goosebumps she loves flare up over his skin.

Shawn pants, voice low, “Burgers, then? Or, uh, sushi?”

He’s such an idiot. He doesn’t want any of that. He doesn’t want food at all. But he can’t assume Maya feels the same, can’t assume what the look in her eye means, or why she hooks her fingers through his belt loops and steps even closer to him.

“Don’t want burgers or sushi either,” she murmurs, sliding her hands out to wrap around his hips and trail up delicately under his t-shirt to skim the soft skin of his back.

Her jaw clenches. She’s totally overwhelmed by how badly she wants him right now. She knows the unspoken agreement was to have sex this weekend after a nice meal in nice clothes, but she doesn’t want to wait anymore.

“Shawn…” she hums.

He’s not sure how long he’s supposed to wait before kissing her. He doesn’t want to interrupt the trance she seems to be in, doesn’t want to break the spell that has her pressing even closer so she can wrap her arms around his waist and sneak her fingertips beneath his shirt. He shivers, a charged shock running from the base of his spine to his skull as her hands press into his back. He’s sensitive to her touch, no matter where she touches him.

He nods slowly, dazed. His hands are frozen at his side, though he’s dying to touch her. He lets out a breath and turns his head just so, his nose grazing her temple gently. The gentle plea in her voice makes him think she wants more than just an orgasm. His cock twitches and his eyes fall shut, hands finally finding the will to move, wrapping around her waist.

He can’t assume. Won’t do it.

She has to say it, if she wants it.

“Maya,” he purrs in reply, lips falling to the smooth angle of her cheek. His voice breaks, “Tell me what you want. Whatever it is.”

He’s slow to react, like he’s shocked into a stupor at her touch, even though she finds ways to touch him all the time. Maybe he feels it too, that tonight seems different somehow. Everything in the air around them feels tight with anticipation. She remembers the tension will break if she makes the first move. He offers it to her willingly, even sounds a little desperate for it.

She pulls her hands a little higher up his back, rucking his shirt up with it. She angles her face back toward his, coming up on her toes to tilt their foreheads together.

“Wanna feel you. All of you. And I want you to have all of me.”

After a deep inhale, she steps back and starts plucking at the buttons of her plaid flannel shirt.

Shawn nearly falls over himself when she slips suddenly away from him, just as he’d been planning to kiss her. He blinks, mouth slightly agape as he watches her begin to undress herself.

He feels like he’s never seen her naked before. Like he didn’t just see her naked two days ago, when they had his dorm to themselves and he ate her out on the couch while nearly coming in his boxers.

But this is so, totally different. He swallows, fingers twitching with the urge to free himself from his jeans as she continues flicking buttons, the flannel slipping down her shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he finally chokes, dragging his gaze from her belly button, “Because, you know, there’s the reservation for Saturday and I guess I just thought—“

Shawn doesn’t know how to finish that sentence without saying something totally lame, so it hangs there between them as he watches the pronounced rise and fall of her chest.

Maya lets the shirt drop around her feet. She wasn’t exactly prepared for this outcome with him tonight, so she’s in an old sports bra. She doesn’t think he’ll mind. Having shed her top, she walks back into him again, drawn in by his warmth and that dazed, yet somehow elated look in his eye.

She cups a hand around the back of his neck, letting her soft fingers slip up into the little curls that rest there. She presses her other hand right over his heart, feeling it pound erratically. She likes that he can never hide from her. He doesn’t even try.

“I thought so too,” she admits quietly, blinking up at him, feeling his warm breath on her face. He smells nice, freshly showered. He always smells so nice.

“But I don’t want to wait.” Her final confession is followed by a searing kiss. She dips her tongue into his mouth, whining softly, hoping he’s on board.

Maya steals his thunder, kisses him first. Shawn doesn’t care. She almost knocks him off his feet. His arms wind around her waist, one hand pressing into her spine as she arches her back. He pulls her close, groaning into her mouth as her tongue slips past his lips.

He trips forward, bringing her with him until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. Carefully, Shawn eases her down then climbs over her, knees like bookends on either side of her thighs.

He doesn’t want to stop kissing her, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of her tongue curling around his but he pulls back nonetheless, desperate to get a look at her like this. His hands fall to his thighs as he pants, gazing down at her from beneath hooded lids. His fingers twitch as he studies her flushed face.

Shawn gives his answer by walking her back toward the bed and laying her down gently beneath him as he continues accepting her lush, needy kisses. After a moment, he pulls away to look at her. She runs her fingertips up and down the length of his arms while he takes her in. She preens under his adoring gaze.

“Maya,” he murmurs, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m so—“ he nearly chokes, “I’m really fucking into you.”

“I’m really fucking into you, too, Shawn,” she assures him a little breathlessly. Usually she’s more articulate, more eager to come up with a sexy quip to make him laugh or make his breath catch in his throat. She doesn’t want that now. She just wants to feel him.

Maya scoops him back into her, sucking on his full, swelling lower lip. She lifts a leg around his hips and manages to flip them so she’s on top, resting on his firm chest as her lips wander from his mouth out to the soft skin of his neck.

She’s able to wrestle them around because he lets her. He grunts, hands falling to the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass. Shawn decides there’s nothing better than this— having Maya on top of him, with her thighs clenched tight around his waist like he’ll float away if she doesn’t keep him pinned.

It almost doesn’t feel real, just like so many of their moments together. He spent so long fantasizing about the ‘what ifs’ with her that things now are sometimes, like, totally surreal.

Shawn doesn’t fight her or look at all disoriented lying beneath her. He’s content to gently, carefully explore the skin she’s already given him rather than trying desperately to look and touch more. It makes her smile against his jugular and plant a kiss over his racing pulse.

With a vocal sigh, his head falls back, sinking into the pillow as she presses hot, teasing kisses to his throat. His hands wander across her bare back until he nudges the edge of her sports bra with his needy fingertips.

Slowly, he slips beneath the elastic band to revel in the hidden skin between her shoulder blades. There’s a ringing in his ears as he feels the notches in her spine and ruts his hips up against hers, turning his head to get his mouth on her wherever he can. His lips find her temple, so that’s what he goes with, kisses her there before trailing to her ear.

From here, Maya can admire the firm, soft skin of his neck and shoulder, tucking her fingers against the collar of his shirt to run her nose over an old hickey turning green from one of their escapades last week. She leaves another mark overtop of it, noticing when she begins to stray how heavy her breathing has become and how much her heart rate has risen.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” she chuckles incredulously, pulling back to plant her hands on either side of his head and gaze down at him, her lips heavy and swollen from her assault on his neck. She eases onto one hand and trails the other up from the button of his jeans to skim the hem of his t-shirt until it’s rucked up slightly over his belly button.

Shawn barks a laugh, shaking his head as she pants above him.

“You have no idea, Lu,” he says as his laughter subsides, blinking at her as she nudges his shirt up his clenching abdomen.

She grins, dropping onto her forearms and shifting down his body to tongue at it, leaving a biting kiss before she decides to settle there and leave another secret mark.

Her grin his maddening, has his heart jumping erratically in his chest. No matter what Maya thinks, Shawn knows she drives him so much crazier than he could ever drive her. She’s fucking intoxicating. His muscles do a similar dance to his heart’s when she starts mouthing at his navel and the sensitive skin beneath.

“Shit,” he breathes, one desperate hand tangling in her wild hair as she settles between his thighs.

Maya hums appreciatively at the feel of his heavy, hot hand in her hair. He doesn’t seek to guide her or force her further down. She flutters her eyes up to watch him while she bites and tongues at his abdomen, sucking rhythmically until his skin is so hot and red beneath her tongue that she’s sure a big purple splotch will develop in a few hours.

Maya flips some hair out of her eyes and pushes his shirt up to his armpits, helping him lift it off entirely for her to toss away next to hers. She plants a few more hungry, wet kisses on his sculpted chest before she makes her way back to his mouth, groaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.

She knows what she wants from him, and it’s so fucking hot. It’s as if she’s ravenous for him, feral almost as she drops open-mouthed kisses across his torso, making his cock throb in his far too constraining jeans.

Finally, she reaches his mouth and licks her way between his lips. He holds her there, takes a bit of initiative himself and pushes up onto an elbow as his other hand cradles the back of her head.

Maya settles again, this time with one of his thighs between hers for a little friction. In her thin leggings, she can feel the outline of his straining dick in his jeans as she experimentally grinds down against him, gasping into his mouth. His firm thigh is exactly the pressure relief she was looking for.

When she relaxes into him, hips rutting as she grinds herself into his cock, Shawn almost comes on the fucking spot. He hisses against her lips, nose knocking hers as his hips buck. Heels digging into the bed, he tries to calm down. His hand falls from her head so he can anchor himself to her waist, fingertips pressing into the soft skin at the small of her back.

“May— Maya, Jesus,” he growls into her mouth, “Feels good? You feel so fucking good.”

His reverberating groan vibrates her lips. She digs her teeth into his lower lip, tugging it and releasing with a pop.

“Feels amazing,” she confesses, grinding down hard and slow on his leg, “Bet your fingers on my clit would feel even better.”

Maya doesn’t shy away from giving him guidance. He seems to want it, seems to be on easier footing around her when she’s telling him what she needs. It’s sweet, that he cares so much. It’s also really sexy being the one in charge.

Maya doesn’t talk dirty. Maya tells him what she wants bluntly and honestly and it’s hotter than any contrived dirty talk he could imagine. He groans, nodding eagerly at her suggestion because, yes, yes, he can totally make her feel good like that.

Maya rolls off Shawn, beckoning him on top of her. She squirms, eager to feel him give her what she wants. She’s already wet enough that he could probably slide right in without any trouble but she wants him to play with her first, ease both their nerves.

He quickly follows her lead, wedging himself between her spread thighs as she settles back into the plush pillows at the head of her bed. Hands cupping her knees, he bites his lip as he looks down at her, at her heaving chest and clenching stomach and the wet spot staining the apex of her thighs. His cock throbs, but he ignores it.

The fabric of her leggings is soft beneath his fingertips. He plucks it, letting it snap back against her skin before he drags his gaze to her face.

“Can you take these off for me, sugar?” he murmurs, plucking the leggings once more. “I don’t think you’re naked enough yet.”

Maya smiles. He’s taken to calling her “sugar” since their first night together after the art show a few weeks ago. Every time he says it she gets a little weak in the knees, even when she’s lying beneath him.

She hums in agreement and squirms until her legs are off to one side of him. She sticks her thumbs between her hips and her leggings, pushing and wriggling until she can kick them off her ankles. She wastes no time swinging a leg over his head with a giggle so her legs are spread for him again.

She lifts her arms to rest up by her thick wave of hair that’s spread out behind her. She lifts her hips teasingly, showing off the cute lace thong she just happens to be wearing.

“Is this naked enough?” she murmurs, her voice low and sweet.

Shawn forces himself not to gape, just like every time Maya undresses in front of him. She always has the cutest panties, and they’re always soaked by the time she gets her pants off. He tries not to let that go to his head, tries not to preen too much, even though he loves how easily he’s able to turn her on.

Her arms raise, her back bows. Shawn feels his cock twitch. His teeth sink into his lower lip as she looks coyly up at him, her gaze hot from beneath her lashes.

He clears his throat, shaking his head.

“Not yet, I don’t think,” he replies, voice scratched with desire. He takes a breath, then murmurs, “Still can’t see enough of you.”

His fingers trip over her ribcage until he reaches the tight band of her sports bra. He pushes beneath, tugging the fabric away from her torso so he can slip the bra over her breasts then along her arms, before tossing it away. He smiles down at her, cups one of her breasts and brings his thumb to her stiff nipple, giving it a little flick.

Maya mewls at the stimulation. Her eyes flutter as she cups her fingers around his wrist, holding his hand where it is, where she wants it. His fingers are rough but he uses them gently, having discovered her sensitivity pretty early on in the time they’ve been fooling around.

“S’a little better,” he nearly purrs, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he lowers himself towards her, his lips finding her sternum with a messy kiss. His eyes flick up to hers as he tongues at the flushed skin between her tits.

Maya smiles, sinking her fingers into the hair at the back of his head. He lavishes the skin that had been covered by the sports bra, appreciating it now that he has full access.

“Think we could get rid of those panties, though. Don’t you want to?”

Maya brings her arms back up over her head. She looks up at him innocently, shrugging as she twirls a lock of hair around her finger.

“If you want them off, you can take them off.”

She spreads her thighs just a little, enough to tempt him, and lifts her hips, waiting.

As he watches her play with her hair and smile at him from her nest in the pillows, Shawn swears to himself that Maya’s gonna kill him one day. That face. He can’t get over it. No one looks at him the way Maya does. And no one else has a face quite like hers.

He’s so fucked. Already. He can hear his stupid friends in the back of his head, laughing and calling him whipped because they’re assholes who still think that’s funny.

Maya’s fingers twitch in her hair. She swallows roughly. She’s suddenly overcome with a wave of something she’s been feeling a lot lately, something that feels a lot like love. No one’s ever looked at her like this. More than that, she’s never really wanted anyone to. Not until him.

She knows very well he thinks she’s sexy. That’s not exactly new to Maya. But this feeling, the adoration she senses through every touch, that’s new. And it’s amazing.

He nips her skin at her demand, then pulls away. His head lifts and he leans back between her knees, arms shrugging beneath her thighs while his hands find her lace-clad hips; all the while he watches her, a fond smirk on his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rasps, smirk growing as he turns his head, mouth pressing into the soft skin of her inner thigh. His fingers crook and slip into the band of her panties, his thumbs massaging her hip bones as he slowly pulls the lace from the warmth of her body. He goes slowly, keeps his lips firmly on her thigh and slides his hands down her hips, bringing her panties with him.

She watches him admire her as he pulls the thin film of lace down until she kicks them off her ankles. His lips on her thigh make her squirm. She beckons to him, wanting to feel his lips on hers again. She sinks a hand into his hair and runs the other up and down his spine, her fingertips skimming over the bumps to make him shiver.

Maya murmurs comfortably into his mouth. She’s almost forgotten that she’s completely naked and waiting for him to touch her but as he leans over her to kiss her, she can feel how hard he is against her thigh.

His jeans are nearly suffocating at this point, but he doesn’t let it bother him. Maya pulls him in for a needy kiss and he melts into her easily, distracted from her new-found nudity by the welcoming warmth of her lips.

“Baby,” he mutters into her mouth, his hands wandering along her bare sides until he reaches her thighs once more. He pleads, “Let me touch you.”

He sounds a little more desperate than he intended to, but his fingers are twitching and he wants to see how easily he can make her gasp with them pressed to her pussy. His palms slide across her firm quad muscles until he reaches the insides of her thighs. He sucks her lower lip into his mouth just as he nudges her legs apart, spreading her open so he can re-settle himself between her thighs.

His hand coasts along her slick skin until he reaches her wetness. He cups her fully, pressing the calloused heel of his hand against her clit and grinding down, growling low in his throat as she soaks him, her juices dripping onto his fingers.

Shawn stays close, keeping his mouth on hers when he finally makes contact. She inhales sharply, sucking the breath from his lungs and pressing her fingers harder into his back. She’s probably leaving marks on his delicate skin. She doesn’t care, he won’t either.

Maya’s head falls back and their lips disconnect. She lets out a low, gentle whine, rocking her hips down into his hand. With his skin up against hers, she can feel how wet she’s gotten for him. She can hear it, too.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she gasps, feeling lightheaded at his alternating pressure. She presses her face into his neck, grazing her teeth over his pulse point. She wants to make him as crazy as he’s making her.

Maya looks down over the firm, hilly plane of his back and notices he’s still in his jeans. She lays a warm, open-mouthed kiss on his jaw and pushes him back slightly, reluctantly. She smiles up at him, skimming her fingers down his stomach to pluck and push at his button and zipper.

“Take these off for me?” she requests, “Want you comfy too.”

Shawn’s distracted, busy grinding his hand into her pussy and rocking over her clit at varying pressures when he realizes her fingers are busy on his jeans. His cock twitches, as if to say pay attention, idiot, so he does, just in time to hear Maya ask him to get naked with her.

He looks away from his hand on her cunt, blinks up at her with his lips parted, breath coming out in soft pants as he nods.

“Yeah— shit, Maya, thanks— thank you—“

Thank you? He’s an idiot, but it’s out there, and he can’t pretend he doesn’t like the feeling of her giving him permission for something.

His voice catches and he clears his throat. He pushes away from her, up on his knees so he can fumble with his jeans, finishing the job Maya started. He then kicks the pants away, careful to avoid kicking Maya and ruining the mood.

Maya does her best to tamp down her stupid smile because she doesn’t want him to get embarrassed or shy, but the fact that he’s thanking her for anything makes her chuckle. He shucks off his jeans as carefully as he can. She wriggles impatiently on the mattress, sighing and chewing on her bottom lip.

His cock strains against the fabric of his lavender Calvin’s, the ones from the pastel pack his mom bought and that he totally forgot he was wearing. He can’t be bothered to care now.

His boxers are purple.

This time she can’t not smile.

Maya lifts her fingers to where the legs of his briefs meet hard, pale thigh. She strokes them gently, trailing up to graze over his twitching cock.

“These are cute,” she says gently, plucking at the material, swallowing when she sees how hard and ready he is for her.

He looks from himself, from the wet spot he’s leaving on his boxer briefs, to Maya’s beautifully flushed face.

He yearns, throat tight, heart erratic. He tries not to blush.

“Can I touch you again?”

He gets her attention again with his soft plea. Maya melts.

She nods vigorously. “Yeah, please baby. Wanna feel your fingers. I fucking love your fingers.”

He breath stutters before he’s able to control it. He can’t help it. He’s hung up on her words. She loves something about him. Maybe just his fingers, and maybe just for orgasms, but even so-- Shawn has to dig his fingernails into his palm to stop himself from smiling too much.

Still. His grin is uncontrolled, if only for a moment.

“Yeah? I guess--” he pauses, quiets his smile to something coy as he examines his fingers, “--Guess they’re pretty good fingers. All that guitar and piano, maybe.”

If Maya weren’t so desperate to get them back on her wet skin, she’d show him just how much she loves his fingers by sucking on them. But he’s radiating testosterone-driven heat all over her and it’s reminding her just how badly she needs to be fucked, so she resists the urge.

He doesn’t give her space to reply, doesn’t give himself the chance to feel like the nervous, bumbling idiot he so clearly is before descending between her legs. He presses his forehead to her abdomen so he can watch as he brings his hands to her wet thighs once more, his fingers slipping towards her swollen pussy lips.

His voice is gruff when he speaks again, the tip of his middle finger sliding across her twitching clit.

“Like that?” He mashes his cheek into her hip bone as he gazes up at her, his curls messy on his forehead. He flicks her clit, then goes back to brushing it gently, just a smooth swipe of his roughly padded finger, back and forth over her stiff little peak.

“Is that how you like it, sugar?”

Shawn likes to focus on his work, lowering to hip height instead of staying attached to her lips and fumbling around like so many other guys she’s been with. She appreciates the attention. And she feels it as soon as he swipes his finger against her soaked folds.

“Oh god, yes!” she sighs, voice raising at the end.

His warm brown eyes seek her approval. She slips her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck, tugging gently to remind him how good he is for her, how he makes her feel like no one else can.

Maybe it’s too early to say it though. She can just… say it without saying it.

Maya keens, rocking her hips slightly. “Wanna give me a little more, baby?”

His eyes flutter shut briefly when her fingers twist in his hair and pull. He lets out a gruff breath, then blinks back up at her.

He wets his lips, flicking her clit quickly before slipping his finger down to prod delicately at her dripping entrance. He murmurs, “I can give you anything you want, Lu.”

Slowly, he sinks the tip of his finger into her tight pussy, curling it up like he knows she likes. He sighs, watching his finger disappear inside of her as her clit twitches. He slides shallowly in and out of her slick channel a few times before burying his finger to the knuckle and bringing his lips to her clit.

He kisses her bud a few times before blinking up at her again, smiling against her wetness. His finger moves faster, but stays tucked deep inside of her.

Maya’s hips shift, accommodating him as he slides his finger in to nudge at her front wall. She hums, low and deep, willing herself to relax so she doesn’t come as soon as he touches her. She flexes and curls the fingers in his hair, watching with bated breath as he drops to press his lips to her hard bud.

His finger sinks into her fully. She groans his name.

“Gonna make you come like this first, okay?”

Maya nods at him, her breathing picking up pace, “Yeah. Please. You feel so good.”

She lifts her leg up to rest over his shoulder, digging her heel into his bare back to urge him on. She closes her eyes and turns her cheek into the pillow, swearing under her breath.

She pulls him in with a firm press of her heel, nearly burying him in her cunt. He groans, his lips pressing firmly around her clit as he sucks at her, his teeth grazing gently.

Shawn is pleased to say he knows exactly how to eat Maya out so she’ll come, so she’ll pull his hair and arch her back and rock her hips desperately until she’s panting and spent, dropping his curls to tug at her own as she whimpers. He nearly comes just thinking about it. He clenches his jaw momentarily and pushes through, instead focusing on the second finger he slips into her pussy.

He scissors both digits to stretch her clenching walls, then curls them inside of her so his knuckles nudge over her g-spot, a spot he’s proud to have found easily on their first night together. He remembers he was fairly eager to search. He’s been eager with her ever since.

Maya watches his eyes flutter as he goes to work on her, slipping a second finger between her folds. She spreads her wet thighs further to accommodate him, the heel that’s not pressed into his back digging into the mattress to keep herself grounded.

He rocks his knuckles back and forth while his tongue flicks over her twitching nub, and he thinks maybe she’s close, maybe if he gives her a little more--

His teeth snag her clit and he bites down, delicately enough not to overwhelm her, but with enough pressure to send a shock through her system. He groans into her pussy, calming her swollen nerves with broad strokes of his tongue as his fingers move faster in her tight heat.

He flirts with her g-spot at first, blinking up at her with those big, brown eyes, watching closely as he multitasks to bring her to orgasm. He zeroes in, giving her exactly what her body craves even when she doesn’t know what to ask for.

“Oh god, fuck, oh god,” she moans. It’s guttural and gravelly and betrays exactly how fucked she is, and it’s just his mouth and fingers. She shivers, imagining what coming all over his cock is going to feel like.

The ache starts low and hot in her abdomen. It explodes, tingling, rushing through every nerve ending until her limbs contort.

“Shawn, fuck, I’m coming,” she cries, snapping her eyes shut, letting it have her. She growls, tugging harder at his hair, letting her hips buck wildly as he stays attentive and fucks her through it.

Her body sings for him. She lets his ministrations overwhelm her, lets him push her over the edge with each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers. She gets wetter, if it’s even possible, and her body bows, tensing as her orgasm crashes through her.

Maya tugs his hair in a way that has him ready for more, makes him want to have her coming again and again, with or without his cock, he doesn’t care.

His favorite thing about it all is making her feel good. Oh, and the way she says his name while she comes. It’s a sound he wishes he could capture in a song. He groans into her pussy, appreciative of the breathy growls she emits as she comes down.

“I’m guessing,” he purrs after a moment of cleaning her up with his tongue, “that you kind of liked that.”

He grins up at her, pulling his fingers from her heat and taking his time to clean them up with his tongue, as well.

He’s smug and hungry for her at the same time. Maya watches him in total awe. Her fingers absently run through his hair, following the dips and swerves of his curls. His fingers make a popping sound when he sucks and releases them. It makes her abdomen tense and her thighs threaten to close around his pretty head.

She nods, swallowing to soothe her throat that’s sore from overuse, moaning and whining at him.

“I think,” she pants, the corner of her mouth quirking up, “That I liked that almost as much as you did.”

She’s breathless when she’s finally able to speak. Her words wrap around him like a hot coil, making his cock throb and his skin prickle. She knows how easy he is for her, how much he gets off on getting her off. She’s never hesitant to point it out. Shawn can’t bother to be embarrassed by it.

Now she’s the smug one, dropping her head and squeezing her thighs around his shoulders teasingly. She gazes down at him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, watching his cock twitch in his cute purple boxers as he leaks desperately for her. She lifts her eyes back to his.

“Lie down, Shawn.”

He’s quick to listen, ready to do whatever she wants him to. He licks her sweetness from his lips one last time before nodding, pushing himself up so he can move beside her, collapsing on his back into the many fluffy pillows she keeps nested on the bed.

“Am I getting a present?” he muses with an earnest lift of his brows as he tucks his hands behind his head. He keeps them pinned to stop himself from peeling his boxers down and grabbing his dick.

Shawn goes without protest, dropping himself beside her with a heavy flop. Despite her exhaustion from coming so hard, she wastes no time climbing on top of him, her eyes sparkling as she grins down at him.

Maya lowers her face, skimming her nose over his, breathing softly.

“I feel like I am,” she murmurs, letting her knees slide so her torso rests over his. She’s lying on over him, lifting one of his heavy hands to rest over the back of her thigh.

With some of her weight in her knees, she rolls her hips into his, feeling the hard length of him grind into her soaked pussy. She groans with her lips brushing his cheek.

Shawn’s hips twitch with a shock of desperation as she settles on top of him. They’ve been in this position before, albeit so Maya could jerk him off between their bellies after he’d already made her come. He’s familiar with the weight of her thighs across his, with the press of her tits into his chest, the warmth of her breath on his cheek, and yet it feels overwhelmingly foreign as she begins to grind her hips so his cloth-covered cock nudges her cunt.

He groans, digs his fingers into the back of her thigh, sinking down where she placed him. He can’t look at her, instead has his eyes screwed shut as he presses his face into her neck, lips hot on her collarbone.

“So hard for me, Shawn,” she hums, her throat a little raw, “Gonna feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Maya,” he growls, his free hand finding the back of her neck so he can tangle his fingers in the soft hair along the base of her scalp. “God, sugar, you always get me so fucking hard. I don’t--”

He chokes out a soft moan, cutting himself off mid-sentence. I don’t know how long I’ll last sounds embarrassingly childish, especially when there’s a desperately sexy ‘first-time sex’ mood to maintain.

She can feel his cock throbbing between their bodies and hear the desperation in his voice. A part of her wants to slow down, work on relaxing him so he’s not so keyed up that she worries he might come as soon as she gets him fully naked. But Maya doesn’t want to wait anymore. And Shawn being desperate for her is one of her very favorite things.

“I know,” she whispers, grazing her teeth against his jaw. She feels goosebumps break out over his skin and shivers, curling her toes, “Just hold on for me as long as you can.”

Shawn’s going out of his mind while Maya stays cool and collected. She teases his jaw and rasps in his ear, and he wants to give her what she wants. He wants to hold on. To be good like that, for her.

His fingers curl in her hair. He releases a calming breath, turning his head so his nose presses into Maya’s cheek. He murmurs, “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

She likes taking it slow sometimes, teasing him by slipping her fingers just below his waistband and skimming them back up again but she honestly doesn’t think he can take it right now. She lifts her hips enough to pull his boxers down to his ankles and reach for the condoms she keeps in her nightstand.

Magically, he doesn’t whine in anguish when she leaves him. Instead, he focuses on his breathing and the ceiling and pressing his hands into his stomach so he doesn’t start jerking himself off.

She drops her lips to his gently, soothingly, “Are you sure you want this now?”

She has to ask. Maya initiated this. She needs to hear it from him.

His brows raise. He almost fucking laughs into her mouth. Instead, as his hands come to cradle her flushed cheeks, he smiles against her lips and nudges her nose with his.

“I dunno,” he purrs, “I guess I don’t really like you that much, eh?”

Her lips buzz with the vibration of his words. She laughs straight into his mouth. She knows he wasn’t actually trying to trick her into wondering that, but he really can’t even begin to pull it off with the way he’s gazing up at her with her head in his hands.

“No, not that much?” she teases, tearing the condom wrapper and sitting back to take his cock in her hand. She gives it a squeeze before starting to stroke it with purpose.

Shawn gasps, head dropping back and mouth falling open while she works her hand along the length of his cock. He tries not to fuck her fist, focuses instead on clenching his ass and pushing his heels into the mattress.

“You know what I think?” she murmurs after a few moments, slowing her strokes, looking him in the eye a little dangerously, “I think you’re crazy about me. And I already know I’m crazy about you.”

He blinks up at her as she speaks, feels pinned to the bed by the heat in her gaze. He nods, pushing his hands into his hair and tugging a bit.

He croaks, “More than crazy about you, Lu. So much—“

With a smile, she rolls the condom down over his pulsing cock and climbs back over him. When she’s taking hold of him between her legs, positioning him at her entrance, her breath catches. The anticipation is thrilling. She looks up, takes a deep breath and sinks down.

He’s cut off as she slowly sits on his cock, her tight pussy stretching sweetly around him, and he feels as though he’s bursting into flames. Shawn tangles his hands in her hair, pulling her in for a searing kiss, a groan rumbling in his throat. His toes curl, feet slide up the bed so his knees are bent, thighs pressed to Maya’s ass. He stills then, giving his full attention to stroking her scalp and kissing her in a way he thinks might tell her just how hard he’s falling for her.

Maya’s planning on watching his face when she lowers on top of him but her eyes fall shut, forehead wrinkling slightly as she releases a ragged sigh. Before she can mutter a swear or whisper his name reverently or moan, Shawn surges up beneath her and cups her face in his big hands to kiss her.

The kiss starts hot and hard and Maya’s ready to buck her hips, start rowing to keep up the frantic energy. In a few moments, though, he’s holding her close and slowing the kiss in a way that makes Maya calm down a little and pay attention. His fingers are soft and warm against her hair and every movement of his lips is purposeful and gentle.

Maya murmurs happily into his mouth, lifting her fingertips to trace down his throat while she holds herself up above him. Slowly, carefully, she rocks her hips, testing the waters.

“Oh… my god,” Maya breathes, her voice almost breaking into a whine as she sets a slow pace, brushing her nose over his, “Sh-Shawn.”

Perhaps it’s a cliche, but in this moment, Shawn thinks he could die a happy man. Her voice is strung out, desperate with need when she whines his name against his lips. He groans in reply, nodding a little as he scatters kisses across her rosy cheek until he meets his thumb at her temple.

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes, finally letting himself give a little as he rocks his hips up slowly, meeting one of her smooth downward strokes. He presses his forehead to her temple, eyes closed as he grinds his hard cock deep inside of her cunt.

Maya squeezes her eyes shut. With anyone else, she’d probably be embarrassed by how wet she is, how wet they can hear that she is. Except she’s positive she’s never been this wet with anyone before. And she knows even without asking how much Shawn is fucking loving this.

As it is, focusing on that has her nearly shaking already in Shawn’s arms. She distracts herself by moving her face to bury it in his neck, inhaling the sweet, sweaty smell of him, dragging her tongue along the throbbing vein in his neck.

Maya’s nose presses against his rapid pulse one moment, her tongue hot on his skin the next. He growls into her hair, hips rocking as he digs his feet into the bed to get the perfect angle.

He’s not sure she’s ever been this wet for him before, and he’s never heard such obscene sounds coming from between them, not until now. He starts to fuck her a little faster, but his movements stay small, subtle. He doesn’t think he could take much more.

Instead, he bounces her shallowly on his cock and pants against her cheek as he shifts the angle of his hips with every other stroke or so, in search of her favorite little spot. Her pussy drips around his shaft, onto his belly and thighs and makes the glide between them excruciatingly effortless.

“Holy fuck, this is so fucking good,” she stammers, grunting slightly and arching her back when he shifts his hips just right and his cock rubs up against her g-spot with each shallow stroke.

Maya squirms against him, coughing random words of praise into his neck. She’s reeling a little -- she couldn’t have imagined it to be this good. How is this this good the first time?

This is like magic.

She’s honestly not sure she can hang on too long before she comes hard for him. She just has to hold on a little longer. It can’t be over yet. It can’t.

Her voice is wrecked when she speaks. It bounces with each thrust of his cock, and Shawn swears it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. Her back bows, her tits pressing into his chest, and then her breath hitches in a way that tells him he’s found what he’s been searching for.

“S’that where you like it, baby?” he hears himself purr confidently into her ear as he grinds the head of his cock against her g-spot, her pussy fluttering around his shaft. He doesn’t recognize the voice, or the confidence, because being around Maya usually feels like climbing up a steep, rocky mountain, exhilarating and thrilling yet dangerous all the same.

But it’s different now, as she clings to him like maybe no one’s ever made her feel this good before, this loved before— not that he loves her or anything, but fuck, he loves the way she feels, the ways she sounds, the way she tastes. And he loves every minute he spends with her, so maybe— Maybe does love her. Or he’s starting to, anyway.

Shawn’s voice hot and smooth in her ear has her clenching so hard around his cock she’s sure she’s gonna come. She fights it off, gritting her teeth against the loudest moan yet.

Maya nods weakly, angling her weight into her knees so she can keep up with his firm, quick strokes. She struggles to breathe with how tight she’s pressed up against him between his sturdy chest and his arms. She doesn’t care. She’d go on like this for hours with him if their bodies would let them.

There’s only so much she can do to keep her orgasm at bay when he’s fucking her like this, like her life depends on it. She feels the hot tingling rise, the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Maya lifts her head from his neck to look down at him, all glazed eyes and pink cheeks as they rock harder and harder, forcing the headboard into the wall with a loud smack on each stroke.

“Shawn,” she whines, “I’m… I’m gonna come.”

He’s never seen her like this before. She’s never had such a devastatingly blissed out look on her face as the one she’s sporting when she unfurls from his body to look at him. Her needy plea drowns out the obscene sound of the bed ramming the wall each time he his presses inside of her.

Shawn sucks in a breath, curling his toes to stave off his own orgasm as he feels her body echo her warning, her pussy getting wetter, tighter around him as his hips shake beneath her flushed thighs.

“Then come, Maya,” he urges as he reaches for her, pulling her back so he can kiss her, an arm wrapped securely around her waist while he slips his hand between their jerking bodies and finds where they’re connected. His fingers are messy across her twitching clit -- he can’t have much finesse when he’s this close to coming, himself. His cock throbs and he practically buzzes as he fucks her harder, thighs smacking her ass with each upstroke.

The weight of Shawn’s arm around her collapses her into his body. She has no leverage left — it’s down to him to keep them moving. She groans, wriggling around his hand until he can swipe his thumb against her clit frantically.

“Please,” he hears himself beg, lips hot on her ear, “Please come for me, Lu, I-- fuck-- I can’t-- I won’t be able to-- You got me so fucking close, sugar.”

He’s begging for her. It’s the best thing she swears she’s ever heard. It’s so sincere, so full of something their relationship is too new to have yet, but it’s there anyway. She can hear it. She can feel it. And it’s that that pushes her off the perfect cliff.

Maya goes perfectly still, every muscle and tendon tensed and ready for the snap. When it comes, she gasps an inhale and cries an exhale, her mouth dropping open.

It’s never felt like this. She has never, ever come like this. She knows she hasn’t. The thought reaches through the cloud to her as she twitches and writhes against him, milking this feeling for all it’s worth, every torturously perfect second.

He groans, stilling briefly when she comes, shaken by the tight clench of her pussy and her sharp gasp in his ear. She seems utterly consumed by her orgasm, and it engulfs him too. He pulls his hand from her throbbing clit and anchors his arm around her waist atop the other. He takes a breath and focuses on not immediately following her over the same tempting edge.

She’s totally incoherent. The sounds coming from her are not words. They’re barely human. They don’t stop even when her body waves the white flag and her orgasm abates, leaving her warm and wet and slack on his chest, trembling gently as his hips lose rhythm.

Shawn murmurs a gentle moan and begins rocking his hips once more when he feels Maya relax on top of him. He can’t hold on much longer, can’t keep a steady pace as she still spasms gently around him.

Maya opens her eyes. She wets her lips and cups a weak hand around his cheek. She knows she doesn’t have to do anything — she can say the word and he’ll give in to her.

“Shawn,” she breathes, her voice barely audible above the slapping of their wet skin, “Come for me. Wanna watch you come so hard.”

He nods at her plea, looking up at her as he pants and fucks her a little faster, a little harder. His hands slip down to her waist and he digs his heels further into the bed for better leverage. He’s staring at her, panting with his brows furrowed while her palm stays pressed carefully to his cheek and he can’t help but feel like she— like they could really be something real, together, and not just a fleeting college romance.

He’s still staring at her when he comes, just a moment later, cock aching as his hips stutter. His eyes fall shut, unable to maintain his gaze as he rocks messily through it, fingers curling into her hips-- a minor grasp at control as the heat of it burns through him. He’s loud, too. Just a grumble in his throat, at first, but it reaches a fairly vocal groan that would wake any roommates, if she had them.

“Maya,” he pants as he finishes, hips rolling slower and slower until he stills, dropping back down on the bed with her still on top of him.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Shawn holds her fast against him, his arms locked around her waist as he lets himself go. She watches him intently until the moment he comes in a wave of perfect, husky moans and wild bucking his hips. Maya holds on, tightening her grip on his jaw and planting her other hand by his head to keep her balance as he roils beneath her.

She murmurs gently to soothe him and watches in total adoration as he comes down. He grunts her name, making her smile uncontrollably and rub her nose against the sweaty hair at his temple.

They go still. Maya lifts her head to kiss him tenderly, flicking her tongue sweetly at his lower lip and sweeping some hair behind her ear.

“That was unbelievable,” she breathes, propping herself up to lift her hips away from him. She drops against his side but doesn’t let him go far, curling up beside him to absorb his radiating body heat and feel closer to him. She drops a hand against his chest, brushing her fingers through the light, soft hairs there, already wanting to feel that way with him again as soon as she can.

He’s just relaxing into her gentle kiss when she leans back to murmur in his ear and pull her body from his. She’s nestled into his side by the time he gets his voice to work again.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs as his heavy eyes blink open. It’s the first thing his orgasm-hazy mind can come up with as her fingers on his chest send shivers down his spine.

He looks down, watches the painted purple tips of her fingers scratch across the sparse smattering of hair he feels childishly proud of, and lets his cheek fall against the top of her head as he’s hypnotized by her careful movements.

“That was—“ he starts after a moment, gently, “I mean, it was really okay for you? Cause for me, it— fuck, Maya.”

He ends with a soft, breathless laugh, turning slightly so he can press his lips to the top of her head, a vain attempt to shut himself up.

Maya’s heart gives an extra hard throb in her chest as it starts to regulate. He’s so sweet. He’s too sweet. It’s going to kill her. She might just let him.

“Was more than ok,” she murmurs, dislodging his head from over hers as she props herself up on his chest. She rubs his shoulder gently, “Best first time I’ve ever had, I think.”

It’s honest. Maybe it gives away too much -- she doesn’t want to intimidate him with her experience. But she wants him to know. It’s never like that the first time for her.

Her cheeks burn hot. She turns her face down to nose at his chest. She closes her eyes, sure he can feel her pulse racing against his ribs before she speaks again.

“I think it’s because I really, really, really like you. Like, a lot.”

If Shawn’s not mistaken, Maya almost seems embarrassed. Or at least nervous. His own anxious heart gives a lurch. She says really three times, each time a little more breathless than the last. The sound sends a shiver down his spine.

“I’ve never liked anyone the way I like you.”

He says it without thinking, without considering the vulnerability of it until it’s too late. But it’s there, hanging in the air, and despite everything she’s just said, he feels as though he’s ripped his heart from his chest and is helplessly waiting for her to take it from him.

He cups the back of her head with his hand to distract himself, tangles his fingers in her hair and combs them through her gentle waves.

Maya’s nose pauses right over the dip in his sternum. She lifts her head to look at him, feeling his heavy hand continue sifting through her hair like the motion of it helps calm his anxiety.

Even though she can see the vulnerability written all over his face, he wears it for her anyway. He wants her to see him, all of him, everything he’s feeling for her. She finds she wants all of it and more.

Another deep breath flutters his chest hair. She props herself up so her face is level with his as she looks down at him.

“I know we haven’t really talked about this yet but I’m not dating anyone else right now. Pretty sure you’re not either. So… do you… wanna be my boyfriend?”

It’s a formality at this point. She knows at least her friends are already referring to Shawn as her boyfriend. She wouldn’t be surprised if his were doing the same. But she can see he craves her assurance. She wants to give him whatever he needs.

He flushes at her question, like a naive school girl. Then he grins wide, his teeth on display, just like that same school girl. His heart speeds up in his chest. He’s sure she can feel it.

The truth is, Shawn’s been calling himself her boyfriend in his head for a few weeks now. He’s just kind of chicken shit at mentioning that sort of thing. Needs the right timing and atmosphere and maybe some alcohol to get him out of his head and all. That’s why he asked her on a fancy, special date. It wasn’t only a pretense to finally have sex. It was a way to force himself to finally have some courage and ask her to be his, properly.

And still, she beats him to it. It’s very Maya of her. He thinks he prefers it this way.

“Only if you want to be my girlfriend,” he murmurs, tugging affectionately on one of her particularly wavy tendrils as he continues to play with her hair.

Maya thinks making Shawn blush is her very favorite thing to do. She traces the path of the color in his cheeks, spreading down his neck and chest. His smile is blinding, totally delighted. She can’t help but grin back at him, ducking her head for a warm, firm kiss.

“Yes please,” she says into his mouth, still smiling, feeling a bubble of girlish giggles rising in her chest as she presses into him.

They lie there talking for another hour, tangled up in each other, until Shawn falls heavily asleep beneath her with the sweetest content smile on his face. Maya, in the mood to be big spoon, nudges him onto his side and tucks herself up against him. She falls asleep smiling, too.

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brianc521 · 6 years ago

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Welcome to the World

~ 3 Makes a Family ~

You were so uncomfortable before bed, this weird pressure made you feel like everything was just off. It had Shawn freaking slightly, he was good at hiding it, but he was freaking out and didn’t go to bed until you’d been asleep soundly for an hour.

Your eyes flew open when you felt it. You sat up quickly, flipping the blankets off, gasping at the amount of water on the bed.

“Ow! Fuck!” You whine when the contraction hit.

You scrunch your eyes in pain, nose wrinkling as well.

You reach over, aiming to hit Shawn, but just hitting the blanket instead. He had rolled to far away for you to reach.

“Shawn!” You say through gritted teeth, and it isn’t until you throw your pillow at him does he wake up.

“What?” He rolls over slowly, voice deep and thickly laced with sleep. “What?” He jolts up when he notices you sitting up and body obviously tense.

“My water broke,” You whine, motioning to the puddle of water under your legs.

“Are you sure?” He rubs his eye, still half asleep.

“Yes I’m fucking sure!” You yell, hitting his shoulder.

“Okay, shit, fuck,” He fumbles, trying to get up quickly, foot getting caught on the sheet, sending him toppling onto the floor.

You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as he groans in pain. “Baby,” You laugh, “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” He grumbles, jumping up, looking at you with wide eyes as you gasp at the next contraction. “Where’s the bag?”

“By the front door,”

“And your slides?”

“Also by the door, with your slides and your wallet and keys.”

“Okay,” He nods, pacing in circles.

“Shawn,” You stop him.

“Hmm?”

“Call the hospital please, and take me there.”

“Fuck, okay yeah!” He dives back on the bed for his phone, dialing the number from his speed dial.

You’re shifting, getting up and kicking him off the bed.

“What are you doing?” He moves his phone to his shoulder as he watches you grab the sheets from the bed.

“Cleaning this,”

“Baby you’re in labor!” He screeches.

“I know, but we have time, it’s okay, just talk to the doctor okay?”

He rolls his eyes, watching you with an exasperated look as you take the bedding off the bed and grabbing new sheets.

“I can’t believe you,” He mumbles.

“We don’t wanna come home to dirty sheets,”

“I would have had my mom come to clean it,”

“No, I gots it.” You stop, bent over, “Ow, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Another contraction hits.

“Fuck this,” Shawn hangs up, picking you up and rushing you to the car. “My mom can deal with the bed, we’re going to the hospital.”

You guys barely made it, by the time they had you in a room and checked you were 7 centimeters dilated, your contractions two minutes apart.

In total you were in labor for 3 hours, and you thanked your Mama for it, because she had a speedy labor with you, and you were not ready for 24 hour labors like other women.

But within in 3 hours after your water breaking you were holding your son Aron Peter Mendes.

“He looks like you,” You whisper, looking up at Shawn who’s standing next to your bed, bent over your frame to see his boy.

“He’s got your nose for sure,” Shawn smiles, letting his pinky finger trace the small features.

“But look at that hair, that’s Shawn hair for sure,”

Shawn chuckles, shrugging, “Strong family gene,”

“Explains all the heartburn, but it was worth it. He’s beautiful.”

Shawn sighs in content, his whole life shifting in the best way possible when you shift Aron into his arms.

“Damn,” You mumble when you watch Shawn coo at his son.

“What?” He asks, not taking his eyes off Aron.

“You look so good right now,” You giggle.

“Are you serious?” Shawn looks up for a brief moment.

“Totally, I thought seeing you with that silver band around your finger would be the sexiest thing.” You start, “but seeing that silver band cradling our son?” You fan yourself and Shawn snorts, turning away from you.

“Your Mummy is still all whacked out on her hormones.”

“Hey!” You whine, making him turn back to you with a bright smile. “They weren’t that whacky,”

“Babe, you got mad at me for breathing too loud,”

“I apologized for that!” You protest.

“Sorry to interrupt Mom and Dad,” The nurse peaks in, “But you guys have some impatient visitors.”

“Aaliyah,” Shawn grins, “I’ll go get them,” He hands you Aron.

“Just Aaliyah first,” You whisper, making him draw back.

“Okay?” He asks confused.

“Just, please?”

“Okay,” He nods.

He walks out, trying to figure out why you would only want Aaliyah to come in.

When both of your parents and his sister spot him they all jump up in excitement.

“Well?” Karen asks.

“Aron Peter Mendes was born at 4:34 am.” He smiles proudly.

“Oh Shawn!” She cheers, wrapping him up in her arms and hugging him tightly as Manny, Aaliyah hug, and your parents hugging each other.

Everyone hugs, greetings as grandparents and aunts being flown around.

“Aaliyah,” Shawn says pulling her into a side hug, again. “She wants you to come in first,”

Your mom looks confused as Shawn shrugs.

“Are you sure?” Aaliyah asks.

“Yeah, she said you first, I don’t know either,”

“Um, okay,” Aaliyah looks dumbfounded to her mother as she follows Shawn to the room.

“Babe?” Shawn pokes his head in. “I have Liyah,”

“Great!” You smile, waving them in.

They both step in, cautiously at the unusual ask of her first.

“Oh he’s so gorgeous, I see the Mendes curls are still running in the family. I’m screwed aren’t I?” Aaliyah turns to Shawn.

He nods, laughing.

“Wanna hold him?” You ask.

“Can I?” She asks, stepping forward.

“I think his godmother should get to hold him, don’t you?”

Shawn gasps as Aaliyah stands in shock.

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah,” You nod.

She turns to Shawn, who’s got tears in his eyes as he stares at you and his sister.

“Shawn?” She asks.

“Yeah, he got lucky in the godmother department.” Shawn smiles, still in shock that you chose Aaliyah.

There had been talk between you two, and he really wanted Aaliyah as the godmother, while you were thinking your cousin. But the look on his face when he first brought her up had you sold.

Aaliyah takes Aron, and Shawn goes to you, kissing the top of your head and then your lips when you look up at him.

“Thank you,” He whispers. “For everything.”

“Thank you,” You smile back.

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Chapter 28: Falling Apart

Luna

“I don’t believe this” David said to her. Luna smiled widely looking down at the child before her. “David this is a sign God has blessed us with a baby don’t you see?” She started. “We’ve been trying so hard and now we have what we’ve been wanting so bad and now we do. They just dropped her right on her door step” she said.

She started to cry and squirm in my arms as I held her. I took her out the wet blanket that she was wrapped in. I checked to see if she needed to be changed and that was root of the problem. “David are prayers have been answered” I said with a wide grin.

“Babe how many people just drive through this neighborhood dropping of children? “ David asked her looking at the child. We’ve been trying for months to get pregnant and things just haven’t been working. Now this happens.

“It’s a rarity but it was meant to be” I smiled looking down at her. David shook his head. “Im gonna clean her up. You must be cold being out there by yourself” I said heading upstairs.

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A couple hours went by and David ran out to get the baby some diapers and fresh clothes. I couldn’t imagine just leaving my baby but I’m glad someone left this baby on my door step. David came back with everything and sat the bags next to me before sitting on the couch with me. “How old do you think she is?” He asked.

“She’s still pretty tiny so I’m guessing 2 or three months you got the right size diapers right?” I asked.

“Yeah i did um so i guess we gotta go about naming her and adopting her” he suggested.

“I’ve been thinking of a few names but nothing has stood out yet” I said trying to think of a few names for her. “I was thinking Ava or Willow” i said just throwing out a few of the names I was thinking of.

“Hm She doesn’t look like a willow to me” David said as he held her little hand. “I don’t see you coming up with any ideas”

“Peyton, Mackenzie... I don’t know” David laughed. “I’ve never been good with names” he said as the bay looked up them both and her surroundings.

“She’s very curious” I pointed out.

I can’t wait to start this new journey.

Aaliyah

We hurriedly got into the car to catch the flight. I was anxious and I prayed that my baby was in tact. My nerves wouldn’t settle. I felt Trey put his hand on my knee to calm my but when i looked over at him by the way he was clenching his jaw. He was nervous too. The ride to the plane hanger was silent nobody dared to speak. Once we arrived, Trey and I quickly boarded taking a seat anxiously. I put my seat belt on wanting to rush the pilot and skip all the extras. “You got anymore of that weed?” I asked. Trey chuckled some and shook his head.

“I do but I don’t think it’s good for us to rely on substances to calm ourselves” he said as he scratched his beard. I sighed knowing he was right.

What am I thinking? This isn’t me at all.

“I know I’m just everywhere” I admitted before rubbing my temples. Trey nodded in agreement though he didn’t say I knew he felt the same. The plane finally took of and headed to our destination. I needed to see my baby. I needed to hear her laugh, see her her smile. I needed to hold her.

....................

The plane landed in Richmond International Airport where our driver was waiting for us. We quickly got off the plane and headed inside the car. Trey got the details of where Mia could be. They got the address and headed there quickly. The drive didn’t take long surprisingly the neighborhood was in area full of row houses. We pulled up to house where one of Treys spotters saw the car drop off something. We got out the car putting up our umbrellas to go knock on the door. We rang the door bell and knocked a couple times.

“I swear this nigga better be right?”Trey mumbled as we both waited for someone to answer the door. Someone looked out the window before they opened the door. “Can I help you?” An older gentleman asked greeting us.

“Hi this may seem like a weird question but was a baby dropped off her early today or last night?” Trey asked the man. He was hesitant to answer before he spoke up. “Uh yes please come in” he said inviting us in. “Babe who is it?” A female voice asked coming from another room in the house. “Sorry we should’ve introduced ourselves, my name is Aaliyah and this is my husband Trey we’re looking for our daughter. We were told she was here” I said since Trey was always straight to the point.

“Your the baby’s parents?” He asked.

“Yes we are” Trey said trying to hide his frustration. The lady came into the room where we assuming it was his wife she had Mia in her arms. I sighed in relief knowing my baby was okay.

“Can we help you?” She asked as she held Mia.

“They’re the baby parents” he said to her.

“Prove it” she said causing Trey to scoff at her words. “Prove it?” Trey asked before they could say anything I spoke up.

“She has a birth make on her left leg it’s looks like a heart. She has a mole on her right her cheek. She’s allergic to soy and she’s jaundice” I said to her. The woman looked at me before confirming the first two things that i said.

“You felt guilty so you come back after you dropped her off like she was trash” she said instantly pissing me off. I haven’t slept in a few days so both of us were bound to say anything.

“I didn’t drop her off here lady.. My baby was taken out of her crib while she was taking a nap. I haven’t slept in days because I didn’t know where my child was “ I explained feeling myself getting angry before taking a deep breath. “I just want my baby home that’s it” I said damn near begging.

”I’m not just gonna hand her over... unless you take a DNA test” she said to us.

“Bitch what?” Trey said furiously.

“If she’s your daughter take a DNA test” she shrugged.

“No fuck that give me my-“ Trey started.

“Fine” K said feeling Treys stare on me.

“Liyah you agreeing to this bullshit?!” He semi yelled.

“All we got is time Trey, if she wants science to make her look stupid then fine I’ll take a DNA test to prove that I laid down and conceived her and carried her for 9 months” i said irritated with all this but if this is what it takes to bring my daughter home then so be it.

Melina

It’s been a couple days since Jason was released from jail and it’s been quiet —too quiet. He still wanted us to head out Miami to stay with his uncle while he handled things here. Our flight leaves tomorrow so we just been laying low so no attention would be bought to us. I didn’t want to leave him but there’s nothing I can do. We put Justin down for his nap and he tapped my leg making me look at him. Jason took my hand and guided me to the bathroom closing the door turning the shower on. We looked each other in the eyes as he pulled me closer to him.

“I be so caught up in everything that I never get a chance to really look at you “ he started. “You’re still as beautiful as the day we met” he said running his fingers through my hair.

“When we bumped into each other in the hallway or when I almost hit you with my car” I said making us both laugh.

“Oh yeah you did almost run me over” He said making us both laugh. “Regardless, over time you’ve become more and more beautiful” he said making me blush.

“I know you didn’t just bring me in here to talk” I said to him leaning against the bathroom sink. He licked his lips and smirked as his eyes roamed my body. He lifted me up and put me on the counter. I put his shirt over his head before he threw it on the floor. He then pulled me closer to him by my legs as he began to strip me out of my clothes.

I kissed his lips deeply as he wrapped my legs around him. I unbuckled his pants to release his hard member. He circled my clit with his thumb in making my head go back in pleasure. My hormones were all over the place because of this pregnancy. I ran my hands down his chest lightly scratching it. Jason left kisses on on my neck making me moan. Gradually making his kisses lower he stopped paying special attention to my small baby bump. Feeling his fingers spread my second set of lips anticipating his tongue. I bit my lip as i watched him glide his tongue on my wet center making my head go back in pleasure. He picked me up taking us into the shower as he made love to me. We took it slow it felt different—it was passionate like he usually did it. He fucked me but made love to me at the same time. His strokes were deep and long as held me up against the shower wall. My moans were heard throughout the bathroom but not too loud that they would wake up Justin.

After our session in the shower, we changed and just chilled together. “I’ve been thinking” I said breaking the silence. He looked down at me giving me his full attention “About what?” He asked.

“I’ve been putting our son on you a lot and you’re right I work way too much to even spend time with him. I was thinking that maybe we can start sending him to day care, so he can spend time with kids his own age. On weekends we can both spend time with him ” I mentioned to him making him smile softly.

“You always been a hustler I love that about you. I like that idea I think that be cool let’s take it day by day” Jason said before I kissed his lips. “So round two or?” He asked with a raised eyebrow making me chuckle. “That’s how I ended up pregnant cause of multiple rounds with you” I smiled.

“I don’t see nothing wrong with that “ Jason said with a big grin. Before I could say anything else my phone started to ring, I answered the phone without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?“ I answered.

“May I speak to Melina Hennigan?” The voice asked.

“This is she who am I speaking with?” I asked with a confused look. Jason had a look of concern in his face as the phone conversation continued.

“My name is Jessica Griffith I’m from the coroners office. Mrs. Hennigan I’m calling regarding your father Carlos Perez” she started. I could feel my heart sink into my stomach. “I’m sorry to inform you that your father was found dead in an abandoned warehouse. We’re reaching out to you to see if you could identify the body. Could you come down to the morgue and do this?” Jessica asked as I felt the room go into slow motion.

I couldn’t get words out.

My father is dead.

“Mrs. Hennigan?” She said catching my attention again.

“Y-Yes I can do it” I finally got out holding in my tears.

“Please come by our office in a hour. I’m sorry for your loss” she said before handing up.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Jason asked. I couldn’t answer all I could do was cry. I just wanted him to let me live my life without the bullshit. I didn’t mean anything I said to him now he’s gone....

....

Jason drove me to the morgue to identify my father. He kept an eye on Justin while I headed inside. They took me to the back with Claire whom they called also. Instead of showing us his body they took a few pictures of him. They took into a small room that dimly lit with old green chairs. The table held old magazines from 2008 or something. We took a seat as they placed the pictures on the table just from the first one they sat down I recognized the scar that was on his left arm. He got it in a bar fight while in college. The slightest bit of hope of this being a mistake had been thrown out. Once they were finished, the detective finally spoke up. “Do you guys recognize any of these markings on Mr. Perez’s body?” He asked.

Claire’s crying filled the room leaving me to speak. The tears threatening to fall from my eyes burned the rim of my eye lids. “Yes, yes that’s him” I said getting choked up before I cleared my throat.

“Mrs. Hennigan, we believe your father was murdered. Do you know anyone that would want your father dead? Did your father have any enemies?” He asked her.

I couldn’t even begin to process all of this. I felt like I was going to throw up. “Rickey....” i said getting out as the detective wrote that down. “And what’s his last name?” He asked.

“Rickey... Satchel...” I said feeling myself go numb as they wrote it down.

“What relation did they have to each other?”

“Rickey use to intern for my father when we were in high school... Things were starting to get bad ... I know he killed him” I said. The detectives looked at each other as I continue to stare at the photos of my fathers body.

If they don’t catch him I’m gonna kill him myself.

They let us go and Claire continued to cry her eyes out. I had no more tears left to cry. I got into the car not saying a word. Jason wiped the tears that finally came out. I needed to be open with him about everything.

“Rickey killed my father” I mumbled. Jason nodded clenching his jaw. “I know...” he said tapping the steering wheel.

“I have to tell you something” I started gaining his attention. “I hated my dad for what he made do... I should’ve just told you”

“Tell me what Mel?” He asked looking confused.

“Remember the very first time i was pregnant?” I asked making him nod his yes. “That night you came to see me and you were asking about the baby and I told you I lost it. You asked me how... and I lied to you. I didn’t miscarry....” I said feeling myself starting to cry again. Jason sat back and licked his lips.

“What do you mean you didn’t miscarry” he asked.

“Please don’t hate me” I said feeling my chest get tighter. “I-I got an abortion because my dad told he was gonna cut me off if I didn’t. I also didn’t know if it was yours or Rickeys since it wasn’t long after he raped and it freaked me out” I rambled. Jason was quiet as he looked straight ahead not looking at me which broke me more than I realized. I cried hard clenching my chest.

“Mel...” he started. “I don’t hate you. If I’m being honest with you. I was scared that the baby wasn’t mine became of what he did to you. I just kept my head up speaking it into existence that the baby was mine. Even if it ended up being his I still would’ve supported you because that wasn’t your fault. I still would’ve been with you and my love for you wouldn’t have changed” he said.

I wiped my eyes as he spoke. “I know to pops hated my guts and didn’t want us to be together but I’m glad you stuck with me. You gave me beautiful son and you’re carrying my second child and you’ll be the one to carry our whole football team” he said making us both chuckle. “I’ll always have your back” he said making me smile through my tears.

“You handle the arrangements for your father and I’ll deal with Rickey”

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