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reallyromealone · 3 years ago

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Omegaverse part 3

Part 2

Something (name) forgot about the courting process was gifts.

And with over thirty men/demons playing tug of war with him, he was a fool to forget about it.

Infront of his home that morning was literal piles of items and gifts, nesting matierals and leather goods among other things.

It was overwhelming.

Ignoring the excitement his omega conveyed he glanced around to see the hopeful glances if the alphas and fidgeted slighly.

It was pretty uncomfortable having them all stare at him so intensely while he looked at their gifts.

"Um, thank you..?" (Name) said awkwardly, lifting a soft knitted blanket and touching the soft material gently, a soft pur escaping his throat before he could quell it and causing a soft blush to burst across his cheeks.

"How did you guys even..." It had only been a few hours?

How did they get all this?

"Demons can do incredible things" Mikey whispered in his ear, causing the poor (hair colored) man to jump slightly and huff at the blond "there's also replacements of the things we broke among other things" Draken spoke up and (name) noticed a few stacks off books among the pile, Mikey close enough to smell the shift in scent.

They made omega happy.

Nice.

"This is all to much though... It's to expensive" (name) mumbled anxious, he was worried if he accepted it that they would demand more from him.

Where were the strings.

As if reading his mind Izana stepped up and gently took his hand "there's no strings love, we just want to show you our appreciation" his voice soft in (name)s mind and the omega nodded awkwardly before turning around, blanket still in hand and mumbled something about needing to change.

"Let us help you bring it in darling" Rans voice rang clear and (name) just nodded softly and let the men carry the things in, wanting to show off their strength to the omega so he knew they were capable.

His garden was ruined, it was still early in the season so he had a chance to replant it all.

"Sorry fucking up your garden" a blunt voice said causing (name) to look at a tall man with the sides of his black hair shaved "and you are?" (Name) asked unamused and watched the man sit beside him and help the clean up "mochi" he said and the two fell into a comfortable silence and cleaned up the mess, the ruined plants could become fertilizer.

"What happened, happened and all we can do is move forward from there" (name) said softly and the two fell into idle chatter, (name) genuinely enjoying his company and didn't feel weirdly pressured or anything.

Like talking to a friend.

"Thank you for helping mochi, are you hungry?" (Name) asked the demon, he didn't really know what demons are or if they ate all but mochi wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to be closer with the beauty that was (name).

"A bit..." He said awkwardly, allowing the Omega to lead him to his hut, the other men watching in pure shock, tenjiku counting as this as a point for them as Mikey pouted about not getting the omegas delicious home cooked food and the other Alphas too grew jealous of the giant of a man getting such treatment.

It was a warm stew with the rabbit he caught the day before, sliced wild vegatables and God was it like heaven in his mouth.

How did he make it taste so good?

"Do you like it?" (Name) asked softly, eating his own portion contently and while still on guard be could tell the man wouldn't cause him problems.

"I can't believe he got lunch with the pretty Omega" the men outside pouted while the smell of that heavenly stew leaked out, enhanced smells from not only being Alphas but demons---god they could practically taste it.

"That just means we have to work harder to earn a meal from him" Ran said, already formulating ideas on how him and Rindō could get such a delicacy from the sweet man.

The Alphas had learned a fair bit from (name) from reactions alone.

First: sweet talk doesn't seem to be very affective well not at the stage they are at right now relationship wise.

Second: he appreciates action but consideration.

Third: he liked soft things and books.

They could work with that.

None of them could deny they grew rather smitten with the feisty Omega, hell even Hanma had heart eyes when he looked at the Omega.

Roughly 10km away sat a town.

Not the biggest but the community thrived together and did well.

Until word came out about sightings of demons.

It was the gossip of the town, people worried on why demons would be so close.

What could they possibly want from them?

The mayor sent out search parties to investigate possibilities of the sudden spike in demonic activity, the last "problem" they had had been run out of town long ago...so what could the problem be?

"(Name)~ it's chilly here!" Mikey said not so slyly covering (name) with his outer robe and subsequently his scent and izana glared hard at the bond before putting his own on top of Mikey's, the smells strong and reminded (name) of the treats the Baker would give him as a pup.

The clan leaders watched (name) investigated the robes before allowing them to stay on, not particularly choosing what one he preferred. "You would look so cute in toman colour's..." Mikey swooned and Izana spoke lovingly "red looks lovely on you" and (name) just ignored the two and returned to what he was doing before the clan leaders not so subtly scent marked him; reading one of the books he was given.

From the note inside it was from Pah-chin.

(Name) didn't mind Peh and Pah, they were sweet men who just genuinely wanted to help.

He appreciated that.

"Read to us" Mikey asked softly, the sun beginning to set and the other members of the clans retreating to their respective camps and leaving (name) with the two demon lord's.

"...fine" (name) said with a soft sigh, knowing they won't fuck off till he does and the men looked giddy and child like as (name) read to them, voice soft and lulling.

By time he finished the chapter the two men passed out, Izanas head on (name)s shoulder and Mikey asleep in his lap and (name) hated to admit it but the two idiots looked almost...cute at this angle.

Less annoying when asleep.

(Name) let the men sleep, slowly shifting them off before covering them with their robes and going back into his hut.

The men taversed through the wilderness, lanterns guiding their paths as they looked for the demon camps to report back to the mayor when they saw him.

A male omega...

His scent floated to them through the soft breeze.

"We have to eliminate him before he kills our people"

Due to the angle they couldn't see the two demons resting on the small porch as they lit an arrow and shot it at the wooden home, the fire quickly spreading and the smell of smoke awakening the demons.

(Name) was snuggling in his nest when Izana bursted in and ripped him from his nest and poor (name) struggled and clawed as he was carried from his safety to the outside.

Tears rolled down his face as he finally looked at his home, half of it already burning and spreading, the thatching on the roof nothing more than charred nothing.

His home was gone.

Izanas eyes were voids as he held the omega close, dark wings sprouting from his back and ram like horns from his head, shielding the sobbing omega from the sight of his home turning into nothing but ash.

Mikeys empty black eyes ate away at the whites as he allowed his true appearance to take over, breathing in the air to smell the human alphas and betas running away west.

"Bring them to me" Mikey commanded and his men went into action as their leader turned back to the flames and lifted his hand lazily and black smoke seeped from the tips of his fingers and swallowed the flames, devouring them into nothing.

He would have those men and all they knew killed and feasted upon.

(Name) was loosing it, brain pounding and unable to breath as he struggled not to go into a drop, izana and the others pouring out soothing pharamones but nothing seemed to work as (name) hyperventilated and struggled "I'm sorry love..." Izanas voice barely regestering in his ears as a pressure could be felt against his beck and the world faded to black.

Mikey's men took barely any time to retrieve the men who now sat on their knees in a row before the most feared demons known.

"Where do you come from humans?" Izanas said in a sing song voice as (name) lay helplessly in his arms, the tanned man holding him close.

"D-demons...." One whispered horrified, all recognizing the unconscious omega before them, it was (name) (last name)....

How had he survived.....

"Hmm, seems like these little humans recognize out little omega" smiley said with faux joy, the Kawata twins circling the humans almost hungrily, their words gaining everyone's utmost attention towards the men "how do you know our omega?" Mikey said coldly and draken kicked one in the stomach for not answering immediately "H-he was from our town..." The younger man whispered, not realizing he basically just doomed their entire town.

"We know what humans do to male omegas.." Izanas said breathlessly, all the men quickly connecting what these men must have done...what their town must have done.

"You tried to kill him...twice"

Izana gently handed (name) to Ran, the braided alpha covering sweet (name) in his outer robe and watched the omega cling to him while the clan leaders circled their prey and connected eyes.

For once they agreed on something.

"Tonight we feast.." they said in unison, the humans shaking and crying as the demons grins contorted into something not natural.

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chasingpj · 4 years ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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dixonsmonroe · 3 years ago

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Pieces of History

Summary: Bucky’s hesitant about going on a date to the Smithsonian, but being with you makes it a lot easier.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

word count: 1,200

author’s note: thank you to @cherry-season for this request! it was nice to write a cute date fic again <3 hope this is what you had in mind!

warnings: none, just a nostalgic bucky and some fluff!

The museum was bustling with people, more so now that school was back in session. A large group of middle school kids being led by an enthusiastic tour guide, a frustrated teacher, and two very bored looking chaperones passed by you. You always loved coming here on days like today.

Bucky tried to hide it, but you could tell he was a little taken aback when you brought up a museum date to the Smithsonian at breakfast this morning. You both had the day off and you wanted to do something you didn’t normally do together. You really hadn’t thought about it, just brought it up as a casual suggestion, then realized that maybe he didn’t want to go to a museum with a whole exhibit about the man he used to be and his best friend that he used to do everything with. You scrambled and said you could go to any museum, it didn’t have to be that one, but when he saw the excitement on your face at the first mention of it, he insisted it was fine.

As you walked up the stairs to the door, you held his hand and squeezed it. If he was being honest, it wasn’t as nerve racking since he was here with you. You loved history, and watching you get excited about it was one of his favorite things.

You both bought tickets and walked through the museum, past families with children, admiring the history. You marveled at the air and space exhibit, and spent a good deal of time in the Amelia Earhart section.

You ended up in front of the entrance to the Captain America exhibit. It was full of excited kids enamored with their favorite superheroes.

You looked up at him as he scanned the crowd of people. “Good?”

He looked at you and nodded. “Good.”

You walked up to the Howling Commandos display, all of their suits lined up with their portraits on the wall. You grinned as you looked up at his picture.

“You’ve always been so handsome,” you said, knowing he was blushing beside you.

“I don’t know, I was kind of a nerd back then,” he chuckled, though you could hear a sadness in his voice. An aching for the younger version of himself, void of the horrors he experienced for decades.

You scoffed playfully. “You’re still a nerd. And I would have fallen in love with that guy in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” he smirked at you.

“Don’t think Steve hasn’t told me about what a ladies man you were,” you nudged him. You walked through the exhibit, both of you taking it all in.

You’d read about Captain America and his brave band of soldiers as a kid growing up in school, and you always found it fascinating. The stories of heroics, of patriotism, of tragedy. Reading through your textbooks in school, you may have even had a small crush on Sergeant James Barnes before you ever met him.

You got to the videos of Bucky and Steve and the rest of the Commandos in their camp. There was one of Bucky and Steve laughing together, like they didn’t have a care in the world. Bucky looked so young, so carefree.

You looked at your Bucky beside you, who was watching the video with a small curve of his lips. He didn’t notice you looking at him; you knew this was him genuinely remembering this moment, and holding it to himself as if the years of misery he went through never happened. This was a man happily reminiscing on memories of him and his best friend. It was the most content you’d seen him in a while. There was a certain calm that came over him, you could see it on his face.

You heard a small voice behind you then, whispering, “Mom, it’s Bucky!”

You both turned and looked at the kid, whose mother had an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry, he’s just a really big fan,” she said.

“No worries,” Bucky smiled.

“Can I have your autograph?” the kid asked Bucky confidently.

“Spencer--” his mother warned.

“Of course,” Bucky nodded, kneeling down and signing the poster of the Commandos that he handed to Bucky.

“Thanks!” the kid said excitedly, and his mother mouthed a ‘thank you,’ with an appreciative smile before walking away.

You smiled up at Bucky, watching how he beamed after them. You knew even after all this time of freedom, he still wasn’t used to being looked at as a hero. You made your way through the rest of the exhibit, coming across another picture of him with a blurb detailing his younger years, further solidifying him as the hero he was.

You nudged him. “Y’know, the army’s lucky I didn’t know you back then.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Why’s that?”

“I would’ve stolen you away, wouldn’t have let ‘em have you,” you shrugged.

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulders. “If I had to put money on you or the US military, I’d put it on you.”

You smiled. “Damn right.”

You stopped into the gift shop afterwards, looking at knick knacks that were far too expensive, when you saw a small banner with the Howling Commandos logo on it. You looked at him and smiled brightly.

“Come on, I’m a history buff, this is perfect for my apartment,” you said.

“That the only reason you want it?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

He kissed you and smiled. “Let me get it for you.”

“Babe, you don’t have to—“

He waved it off and headed toward the counter. After he paid, and the teenager at the cash register tried to hide the excitement at the fact that he was selling the Bucky Barnes a piece of memorabilia, you stepped outside into the crisp autumn air.

“You hungry?” he asked, interlacing metal fingers with yours.

“I am,” you replied, and you decided to get food from the cafe next door to the museum. You took your lunch to go and sat in a park nearby while you ate.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” you said, taking a sip of your iced tea.

“Thank you for taking me,” he replied. “I haven’t been here since…”

He took a deep breath and sighed. You lifted his left hand to your lips and nodded at him to go on.

“Since I was in hiding,” he said. “After I pulled Steve out of the Potomac. I hid out for a while in DC, and I came here, just trying to remember as much as I could.”

“Did it help?”

He nodded. “I started keeping a journal, and things slowly started coming back to me. Coming here with you now, though—it’s different. I feel like I can breathe.”

You smiled wide at that, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiled against your lips, and placed a small kiss on your forehead when you went to pull away.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too, doll,” he replied.

Later on, back at your place, you didn’t miss the proud grin on his face when you hung your new banner over the couch in the living room, visible to anyone who came into the apartment.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot #my fic #cherry-season #request

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starsfic · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Double date, baby! Targets: Freenoodleshipping and SilkTea.

Location: town, your choice or boat, after – or not – end of season 2; Time: night, clear sky with a full moon, as romantic as possible with round table, whine and charming candles.

Mo dressed as a cute waiter?

Sandy and Huntsman are that lovely couple enjoying talking and eating together, spaghetti, noodles and, of course, that classic scene from Lady and the Tramp with Miko, Wukong and MK playing romantic music (like violin, piano, whatever) on background.

Pigsy and Tang: A complete disaster, for Huntsman's sadistic entertainment.

Go!

“Please, you probably don’t even know what a romantic date is.”

The words cut through the kitchen. All heads turned to Pigsy, appearing to be focused o his wok. However, the smug smile on his face said it all.

Huntsman wasn’t sure how the subject had come up. Goliath had called DBK’s calf and the dragon girl boyfriend and girlfriend again, only to be gently explained by the latter that they were both not dating, but also gay. A few apologies later and they had ended up talking about dating stories. And then, somehow, the idea of him and Sandy going on a romantic date had come up.

And now…

Red and Xiaojiao took steps back. Goliath carefully moved behind his chair, as if prepared to grab him. Huntsman, however, was focused on the pig. “You trying to say something about me?”

Pigsy clicked off the stove, finished with whatever he was cooking, and wiped his hands off. When he turned, the smug smile was still there as he leaned against the counter. “I’m just saying, you don’t exactly seem like the type to want to go on a romantic date.”

“Oh, and you are?”

Syntax stepped inside the kitchen, followed by him promptly turning and walking out.

“Heh, romantic enough to get Tang to agree to marry me.” This was probably just him being protective, but it was striking a nerve.

“I bet we’re better at being romantic than you are!” At least, Sandy probably was.

“Oh yeah? Prove it!”

Huntsman rose to his feet and Goliath clamped hands down on his shoulder. That was followed by Xiaojiao squealing eagerly. “Ooh, romantic date competition! Let us set it up! Please, please, please…”

Pigsy chuckled. “Sure, Xiaojiao. Go ahead.” He turned his gaze back to Huntsman before he could refuse. “The winners get…”

“Determined later.”

The pig held out a hand. He patted Goliath’s hand and the big guy released him. He strode forward, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

-_-

The next few hours were a whirlwind.

Xioajiao immediately ordered them to stay in their rooms, for everything to be a surprise. He could hear Pigsy and Tang talking down the hall and footsteps running around up on the deck. But he was more focused on his boyfriend, who looked unsure of how to comprehend the news he had just delivered. “Sorry…”

Sandy chuckled, patting him on the head. “It’s fine! It’ll be fun and hopefully, Pigsy leaves you alone after this.” Them losing would be easier with that attitude. He voiced this and froze as the taller chuckled. “Who says we’re losing?”

“Uh… kinda figured the whole thing with fighting…”

Thankfully, there was no sign of offense. “Oh! Well, who says I can’t still be a bit competitive?” There was a glint in his eye that reminded Huntsman of the first time they met and his insides warmed up. “Plus, Tang and Pigsy are… Tang and Pigsy.”

He had no clue what that meant. But he was eager to find out.

The sky outside was turning violet when Xiaotian, wearing black dress pants and a white shirt, poked his head in and informed them to get dressed in fancy outfits. Huntsman followed the request, grabbing the fancy outfit box and going behind the changing screen at Sandy’s request. Inside the box was a Western suit, with a lavender shirt and a grey vest, and matching slacks.

He stepped out, fussing with the collar. “So, what are you wearing-” He came to a stop, staring at Sandy.

He was dressed in a fancy cheongsam suit, golden threads creating a pattern of fishes swimming in the blue of the silk. “Wow,” he managed out, staring at his boyfriend. “Where did that come from?”

There was a casual shrug, as if he wasn’t ridiculously good-looking right now as he reached up, fixing his collar. “It was a gift from Wukong way back when.” He held out his hand, allowing Huntsman to take it. The two strolled out together, meeting Pigsy and Tang, also dressed nicely, out in the hall. He had the pleasure to see the former turn red when he saw their hands, unable to resist sticking his tongue out at him.

They passed the galley, in time to see Goliath poke his head out. He shot Huntsman a thumbs up. Behind him, an annoyed-looking Syntax was nursing a goose egg and Xiaotian was working at the stove.

Mo met them at the stairs to the deck and Sandy couldn't help but stop to coo over his little waiter's outfit. As soon as he calmed down, the cat led them to the deck.

And it turned out Xiaojiao could work fast.

A large table sat there, a white tablecloth over it and wine chilling with two g- right, Sandy and Pigsy didn't drink. The sky was clear enough to reveal a canvas of stars. Candles were lit, setting the mood perfectly. Then piano and guitar music started to play from the upper deck, revealed to be a formally dressed Red and an annoyed Wukong when they looked up, which only helped the mood.

Sandy pulled out a chair for Huntsman, pushing him back in. Tang sat down before Pigsy could do the same. Then Xiaojiao appeared, in a green shirt and black dress pants. "Welcome, gents!" she said. "We hope you enjoy your meal tonight!"

"Thanks, Xiaojiao!"

She grinned before disappearing, leaving them to it.

For a moment, there was awkward silence. Then Sandy started a conversation about Xiaotian's cooking, which Pigsy was all too eager to talk about. For a bit, he honestly forgot about why they were doing this. Then Xiaotian and Xiaojiao reappeared, both holding platters of food.

The table was set up and the group dissolved into eating.

As he ate, feeling himself fill up, Huntsman felt himself warm up. He started to lean more and more until he was leaning against Sandy. He felt his boyfriend's hand moved before an arm wrap around him. He couldn't help but get warmer, leaning more into the tall blue man.

On the other side...

Oh, so that was what Pigsy and Tang meant.

Tang was trying to steal food from Pigsy's plate, despite his own plate being full. The pig demon was eager to defend his food, batting his husband's hand away every chance he got. Huntsman couldn't help but grin at the pig's growl.

Romantic, huh?

"I suppose that's what you mean?" he asked quietly, hearing Sandy bit back a snort. The table shook a bit. "Are they always like this?"

"For as long as I've known them."

The table shook again. "Uh..."

"QUIT STEALING MY FOOD!" And with that yell, the table flipped. Huntsman yelped, tucking his feet barely out of the way. And just like that, Pigsy froze. He turned, meeting the spider demon's eyes.

Huntsman grinned.

"We win!" he yelled, grabbing Sandy and pulling him into a warm kiss. As he pulled away, he grinned. "We won!"

Pigsy let out a curse.

#my writing #Silktea #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Huntsman #Pigsy #Mei #Long Xiaojiao #Red Son #Goliath #Syntax #Tang #Sandy #Sun Wukong #look they have to do something for entertainment

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rigmarolling · 5 years ago

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Historical Holiday Traditions We Really Need To Bring Back

Here comes Santa Claus, and also a bunch of annual holiday Things we do to ensure he commits a truly boggling act of breaking and entering and leaves goods underneath the large plant in the living room.

Because I’ve always got a hankerin’ for the days of yore, here are some historical holiday traditions we really need to bring back:

1. Everything that happened on Saturnalia

Saturnalia was the ancient Roman winter festival held on December 25th--which is why we celebrate Christmas on that day and not on the day historians speculate Jesus was actually born, which was probably in the spring.

Saturnalia was bonkers. As the name suggests, it celebrated the god Saturn, who represented wealth and liberty and generally having a great time.

Above: Their party is way cooler than yours could ever hope to be.

During Saturnalia, masters would serve their slaves, because it was the one day during the year when everybody agreed that freedom for all is great, actually, let’s just do that. Everyone wore a coned hat called the pilleus to denote that they were all bros and equal, and also to disguise the fact that they hadn’t brushed their hair after partying hard all week, probably.

Gambling was allowed on Saturnalia, so all of Rome basically turned into ancient Vegas, complete with Caesar’s Palace, except with the actual Caesar and his palace because he was, you know. Alive.

The most famous part (besides getting drunk off your rocker) was gift-giving--usually gag gifts. Historians have records of people giving each other some truly impressive white elephant gifts for Saturnalia, including: a parrot, balls, toothpicks, a pig, one single sausage, spoons, and deliberately awful books of poetry.

Above: Me, except all the time.

Partygoers also crowned a King of Saturnalia, which was a predecessor to the King of Fools popular in medieval festivals. The king was basically the head idiot who delivered absurd commands to everyone there, like, “Sing naked!” or “run around screaming for an hour,” or “slap your butt cheeks real hard in front of your crush; DO IT, Brutus.”

Oh, wait. Everyone was already doing all that. Hell yes.

(Quick clarification: early celebrations of Saturnalia did feature human sacrifice, so let’s just leave that bit out and instead wear the pointy hats and sing naked, okay? Io Saturnalia, everybody.)

2. Leaving out treats for Sleipnir in the hopes of avoiding Odin’s complete disregard for your property

The whole “leave out cookies and milk for Santa” thing comes from a much older tradition of trying to appease old guys with white beards. In Norse mythology, Odin, who was sort of the head god but preferred to be on a perpetual road trip instead, took an annual nighttime ride through the winter sky called the Wild Hunt.

Above: The holidays, now with 300% more heavy metal.

Variations of the Wild Hunt story exist in a bunch of European folklore--in Odin’s case, he usually brought along a bunch of supernatural buddies, like spirits and other gods and Valkyries and ghost dogs, who, the Vikings said, you could hear howling and barking as the group approached (GOOD DOGGOS).

That was the thing, though; you never actually saw Odin’s hunt--you only heard it. And hearing it did not spark the same sense of childish glee you felt when you thought you heard Santa’s sleigh bells approaching as a kid--instead, the Vikings said, you should be afraid. Be VERY afraid.

Because Odin could be kind of a dick.

Odin was also known as the Allfather, and like any father, he hated asking for directions. GPS who? I’m the Allfather, I’m riding the same way I always ride.

And that was pretty much it: “I took this road last year and I’m taking it again this year.”

“But,” someone would pipe up from the back, “there are houses on the road now--we’re gonna run right into them. We could just take a different path; there’s actually a detour off the--”

“Nope,” Odin would say. “They know the rules. My road, my hunt, my rules. We’re going this way.”

So if you were unlucky enough to have built your house along one of Odin’s favorite road trip sky-ways, he wouldn’t just plow right past you.

He would burn your entire house down--and your family along with it.

Kids playing in the yard? Torch ‘em; they should have known better. Grandma knitting while she waits for her gingerbread Einherjar to finish baking? Sucks to be her; my road, my rules, my beard, I’m the Allfather, bitch.

Above: Santa, but so much worse.

To be fair to Odin, he could be a cool guy sometimes. He just turned into any dad when he was on a road trip and wanted to MAKE GOOD TIME, DAMN IT, I AM NOT STOPPING; YOU SHOULD HAVE PEED BEFORE WE LEFT.

To ensure they didn’t incur Odin’s road trip wrath, the Vikings had a few ways of smoothing things over with Dad.

They would leave Odin offerings on the road, like pieces of steel (??? okay ???) or bread for his dogs, or food for his giant, eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, because the only true way to a man’s heart is through his pet.

People would generally leave veggies and oats and other horse-y things out for Sleipnir, whose eight legs made him the fastest flying horse in the world and also made him the only horse to ever win Asgard’s coveted tap dancing championship.

(Side note: EIGHT legs...EIGHT tiny reindeer...eh? Eh? See how we got here? Thanks, nightmare horse!)

Above: An excellent prancer AND dancer.

And if Odin was feeling particularly charitable and not in the mood for horrific acts of arson, children would also leave their shoes out for him--it was said that he’d put gifts in your boots to ring in a happy new year.

If all that didn’t work and the Vikings heard the hunt approaching, they would resort to throwing themselves on the ground and covering their heads while the massive party sped above them like a giant Halloween rager.

So this holiday season, leave your boots out for Odin and some carrots out for his giant spider horse or you and your entire family will die in a fiery inferno, the end.

3. Yule Logs

Speaking of Scandinavia, another Northern European winter solstice tradition was the yule log. Today, if you google “yule log,” something like this will pop up:

...which isn’t an actual log, but is instead log-shaped food that you shove into your mouth along with 500 other cakes at the same time because it’s CHRISTMAS, and I’m having ME TIME; so WHAT if I ate the whole jar of Nutella by myself, alone, in the dark at 3 am?

But that log cake is actually inspired by actual logs of yore that Celtic, Germanic, and Scandinavian peoples decorated with fragrant plants like holly, ivy, pinecones, and other Stuff That Smells Nice before tossing the log into the fire.

This served a few purposes:

It smelled nice, and Bath and Body Works scented candles hadn’t been invented yet.

It had religious and/or spiritual significance as a way to mark the winter solstice.

It was a symbolic way of ringing in the new year and kicking out the old.

Common belief held that the ashes of a yule log could ward off lightning strikes and bad energy.

Winter cold. Fire warm.

Everybody loves to watch things burn. (See: Odin.)

The yule log cakes we eat today got their start in 19th century Paris, when bakers thought it was a cute idea to resurrect an ancient pagan tradition in the form of a delicious dessert, and boy, howdy, were they right.

In any case, I’m 100% down with eating a chocolate yule log while burning an actual yule log in my backyard because everybody loves to watch things burn; winter cold, fire warm; and hnnnngggg pine tree smell hnnnnggg.

(Quick note: The word “yule” is the name of a traditional pagan winter festival, still celebrated culturally or religiously in modern pagan practice. It’s also another name for Odin. He had a bunch of other names, one of the most well-known being jólfaðr, which is Old Norse for “Yule father.” If you would like to royally piss him off, or if you are Loki, feel free to call him “Yule Daddy.”)

4. Upside down Christmas trees

I just found out that apparently, upside down Christmas trees are a hot new trend with HGTV types this year, so I guess this is one historical trend we did bring back, meaning it doesn’t really belong on this list, but I’m gonna talk about it, anyway.

Side note: Oh, my god, that BANNISTER. I NEED.

Historians aren’t actually sure where the inverted Christmas tree thing came from, but we know people were bringing home trees and then hanging them upside down in the living room as early as the 7th century. We have a couple theories as to why people turned trees on their heads:

Logistically, it’s way easier to hang a giant pine tree from your rafters upside down by its trunk and roots. You just hoist that baby up there, wind some rope around the rafter and the trunk, and boom. Start decorating.

A Christian tradition says that one day in the 7th century, a Benedictine monk named Saint Boniface stumbled across a group of pagans worshipping an oak tree. So, instead of minding his own damn business, he cut the tree down and replaced it with a fir tree. While the pagans were like, “Dude, what the hell?” Boniface used the triangular shape of the fir tree to explain the concept of the holy trinity to the pagans. Some versions have him planting it right-side up, others having him displaying a fir tree upside down. Either way, it’s still a triangle that’s a solid but ultimately very rude way of explaining God. Word’s still out on whether anyone was converted or just rightly pissed off that this random guy strolled into their place of worship, chopped down their sacred tree, and plopped HIS tree down instead. Please do not do that this holiday season.

Eastern Europeans lay claim to the upside-down tree phenomenon with a tradition called podłazniczek in Poland--people hung the tree from the ceiling and decorated it with fruits and nuts and seeds and ribbons and other festive doodads.

(God, who lives in these houses? Look at that. That’s like a swanky version of Gaston’s hunting lodge. Where do I get one? Which enchanted castle do I have to stumble into to chill out in a Christmas living room like that?)

Today, at least in the West, upside-down trees are making a comeback because...I don’t know. Chip and Joanna Gaines said so.

Some folks say it’s a surefire way to keep your cats from clawing their way through the tree and then puking up fir needles for weeks afterward, which checks out for me.

5. Incredibly weird Victorian Christmas cards

So back in the 19th century, the Christmas card industry was really getting fired up. Victorians loved their mail, let me tell you. They loved sending it. They loved getting it. They loved writing it. They loved opening it. They loved those sexy wax seals you use to keep all that sweet, sweet mail inside that sizzling envelope. (Those things are incredibly sexy. Have you ever made a wax seal? Oh, man, it’s hot.)

The problem, though, was that while the Victorians arguably helped standardize many of the holiday traditions we know and love today (Christmas trees, caroling, Dickens everything, spending too much money, etc.) back in 1800-whenever, a lot of that Christmas symbolism was, um...still under construction. No one had really agreed on which visual holiday cues worked and which...didn’t.

Meaning everyone just kind of made up their own holiday symbols. Which resulted in monstrous aberrations like this card:

What the hell is that? A beet? Is that a beet? Or a turnip? Why is it...oh, God, why does it have a man’s head? Why does the man beet have insect claws?

What is it that he’s holding? A cookie? Cardboard? A terra cotta planter?

And then there’s this one:

“A Merry Christmas to you,” it says, while depicting a brutal frog murder/mugging.

What are you trying to tell me? Are you threatening me with this card? Is that it? Is this a threat? How the hell am I supposed to interpret this? “Merry Christmas, hide your money or you’re dead, you stupid bitch.”

Also, why is the dead frog naked? Did the other frog steal his clothes after the murder? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS?

Victorian holiday cards also doubled as early absurdist Internet memes, apparently, because how else do I explain this?

Is this some sort of tiny animal Santa? A mouse riding a lobster? Like, the mouse, I get. Mice are fine. Disney built an empire on a mouse. And look, he’s got a little list of things he’s presumably going to bring you: Peace, joy, health, happiness. (In French. Oh, wait, is that that Patton Oswalt rat?)

But a LOBSTER? What’s with the lobster? It’s basically a sea scorpion. Why in the name of all that is good and holy would you saddle up a LOBSTER? I hate it. I hate it so, so much. Just scurrying around the floor with more legs than are strictly necessary, smelling like the seafood section of Smith’s, snapping its giant claws.

This whole card is a health inspector’s worst nightmare. It really is.

I gotta say, though, I am a fan of this one:

Presumably, that polar bear is going in for a hug because nothing stamps out a polar bear’s innate desire to rip your face from your skull than candy canes and Coke and Christmas spirit.

This next one is actually fantastic, but for all the wrong reasons:

I know everyone overuses “same” these days but geez, LOOK at that kid. I can HEAR it. SAME.

If you’ve ever been in a shopping mall stuffed with kids, nothing sums it up better than this card. This is like the perverse version of those Anne Geddes portraits that were everywhere in the late 90s. “Make wee Jacob sit in the tea pot; everyone will--Jacob, STOP, look at Mommy; I said LOOK. AT. MOMMY--everyone will love it.”

Actually, you know what? Every other Christmas card is cancelled. This is the only card we will be using from now on. This is it.

Wait, no. We can also use this one:

Merry Christmas. Here’s a fuckin’...just a dead fuckin’ bird.

#victorian #listory #christmas #holidays #mythtory #norse mythology #odin

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years ago

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Secret Love Part 20 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: We’re in the home stretch now. Let me know what you think.

Warnings: cursing, smut (edging, unprotected)

Word Count: 3,326

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With the last week or so being a strain on both you and Cale emotionally, you knew that you wanted to do something to make him smile now that things were finally looking up.

Cale’s ex, Sara, must have had a falling out with one of her friends because yesterday a snapchatted image of a paternity test had surfaced online with the comment ‘time for y’all to stop accusing him of being the bad guy when he’s the one that was being cheated on for six months’, proving once and for all that Cale wasn’t the baby’s dad.

Cale had called you, relief filling his tone. If the story had to be drawn out and his privacy violated for a second time, at least it was in a beneficial way and now that chapter was officially closed. It wasn’t until you got past the emotional hurdles that had been thrown in front of you that you realized July was flying by and soon Cale would be heading back to Denver. This summer was supposed to be about taking advantage of every moment, and lately you’d gotten a little off track.

Checking with Cale to make sure that he didn’t have any plans for the weekend, you put a call in to a friend from school who was working for a rental agency in BC. Ten minutes later you had confirmation on a lakefront rental for a long weekend and a promise that if you sent her a list, she’d pick up groceries and drop them off for you. It was already mid-week so you threw together a bag, browsing online for more plans for a romantic getaway.

____

Friday morning you found yourself driving over to the Makar residence to wait for Cale to get home from training. Laura was still home as you let yourself in the open front door and when she saw you she almost immediately jumped up off the chair she was sitting in to hug you.

“Y/N...I didn’t know you were coming over this morning dear. Can I make you breakfast?”

“I already ate, but I’d love a cup of tea.” You replied, smiling. “I uh...I came to steal your son for the weekend once he gets home.”

“Oh really?” She inquired, moving to put water on for tea. “He didn’t mention it.”

“That’s because it’s a surprise.” You shrugged. “I decided we needed a weekend to unwind from everything. Summer is moving really fast.” Her smile grew and she leaned against the counter, her own mug in her hands.

“He’s gonna love that.” She murmured. “Seeing the two of you two together just makes me so happy, I hope you know that. This is what I’ve always wanted for him. And for you. The fact that you’ve found it in each other is just a bonus.”

The front door opened and the sound of shoes hitting the floor of the entryway quickly followed before Cale walked into the kitchen to grab a Gatorade. He was drenched in sweat, his chest on display.

“Morning mom…” He murmured, retreating almost to the doorway before he realized that his mom wasn’t alone.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he closed the distance between you, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“You’re all sweaty.” You whined, crinkling your nose. Laughing, Cale pretended to move in to hug you before pulling away. “Don’t be a jerk.” You chastised. “Go shower and pack a bag for the weekend Mr.” His eyebrows raised and he eyed you, taking a sip of his drink before opening his mouth to speak.

“Shower first, questions after...you’re stinking up my kitchen Cale.” Laura interrupted Cale’s attempt to question you causing him to roll his eyes.

“Don’t forget your trunks and like one nicer outfit...the rest can be lazy.” You called, giggling as you heard him racing up the stairs mumbling about the two of you ganging up on him again.

“The way the two of you can flip from being romantic to the best friends you’ve always been just amazes me.” Laura murmured as she poured your cup of tea. “It seems so natural and I suppose it is.” She clarified more to herself than to you.

As you watched Laura clean up the kitchen a bit while drinking your tea, a question popped into your head.

“Hey, mom...do you have any cardboard jewelry gift boxes?” The question made her pause in thought before she held up a finger and disappeared into the garage. When she came back, she tossed a small box to you.

“Will that work?” She asked, curiosity filling her expression.

“That’s perfect. Thanks.” You grinned, reaching over to your purse to pull out the key from the front pocket, tucking it away safely in the box. “And before you ask, yes that’s what you think it is, no it’s not for the reason you think.” Laura let out a deep breath and you glanced back at the stairs to make sure that Cale was still occupied.

“Yes, I’m giving Cale his own house key. But not with the suggestion of moving in together.” You assured her. “I just...after these last couple weeks...I want to be sure that he knows he’s always welcome. I don’t want him to feel like he can only come over in an emergency. I want him to know that if that’s where he wants to be, that that’s where I want him to be. Whether I’m home or not he’s welcome in my home just like he is yours.” Laura’s expression was soft and she moved to hug you again.

“I’m somewhat relieved…” She whispered. “And it’s not that I’m against the two of you talking about taking that step...I just…”

“You’re not quite ready for me to steal him completely yet...I understand.”

“If I were ready for anyone to steal him it would be you…I just...” She admitted.

“Need more than a week and a half to get used to that idea.” You finished. “We’re not there yet. You’ve got some time.” You promised.

“Everything good down here?” Cale’s voice appeared out of nowhere and you pulled back from Laura, quickly trying to mask your emotions.

“Everything is great.” You confirmed, turning to tuck yourself into Cale’s side. “Are you ready to hit the road?”

“I don’t know what we’re doing...but let’s do it.” Cale agreed, snagging a kiss before hugging his mom goodbye.

As you headed out the front door with Cale, you missed Laura whisper, “I think I have less time than you realize dear.”

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After letting Cale load his bag into the trunk of your car, you climbed behind the wheel, hooking your phone up as gps and for music.

“I hope you cooled down properly because this is a bit of a drive.” You teasingly warned, glancing over at where Cale had folded himself into your passenger seat.

Seven hours later, when you finally pulled into the driveway of your destination, Cale’s sarcasm could probably be heard from space.

“A bit of a drive?” He questioned. “Calgary to Kelowna is more than ‘a bit of a drive.’”

“Oh hush...like you didn’t sleep half of it.” You threw back, popping the trunk so that you could grab your bag and Cale his. “Now c’mon. We have a little over 48 hours to enjoy alone together in this lakefront paradise.”

Entering the code to the lock on the front door, you pushed it open, your eyes going wide. Your friend had told you that she knew of the perfect place and boy did she deliver. Beautiful hardwood floors stretched throughout the house and everything felt light and airy and luxurious. Walking through to the second bedroom which was clearly the master, you dropped your bag on the bed eyeing the huge shower on the wall to your right.

Backtracking back to the kitchen you smiled, first at the modern indoor space, but then your grin grew as you took in the view of the lake out the back windows. It was perfect. Everything about this place was perfect.

By the time you finished your quick survey, Cale had made his way inside, and you watched as he took it all in.

“Damn…” He mumbled appreciatively.

“Yeah. I think this will suit us just fine for a couple days of unwinding.” You agreed, your hand rubbing up over Cale’s back.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Cale breathed, arm draped around your waist as he pulled you into a soft kiss. “This is amazing. You’ve seriously been superwoman these last few weeks. Dealing with everything and then you planned this...I’m just...I’m blown away.”

“I love you.” You stated simply. “We deserve something wonderful after getting past all the bullshit. And a weekend away seemed like a nice escape. We can stay in, we can go exploring, whatever you want. We have a reservation at a winery for dinner tomorrow but other than that the plans are open.”

“So if I wanted to keep you in bed all weekend?” Cale inquired, mischievous smirk on his face.

“As long as we don’t miss dinner I’d say it’s a shame we didn’t enjoy the private beach but I’m amenable.” You replied with a shrug. “But maybe we should start with some food tonight...I’m sure you’re hungry.” You suggested, pecking his lips before pulling away to open the fridge. Everything you’d asked for was present and accounted for.

Pulling the steaks and vegetables from the fridge, along with a bottle of wine, you set about finding everything you needed to make dinner while Cale gaped at you from where you’d left him.

“There’s food?” The words slipped from his lips, drawing a giggle from your throat.

“I have people.” You winked, cutting up potatoes, green beans, and carrots. “Want to make yourself useful and go start the grill?” You questioned, reaching for some foil to load the vegetables into along with some oil and seasoning. It wouldn’t take long to grill up dinner and you finished your inside prep before opening the bottle of wine, filling two glasses.

Passing off the steaks and vegetables to Cale, you stepped out further on the back porch just enjoying the view. It was spectacular, better than perfect and you couldn’t wait to go dip your toes in the water along the sandy beach.

Dipping back inside for plates and silverware, you settled in at the outdoor table waiting for Cale to finish up at the grill. When the food was done, the two of you settled in to eat.

“Thanks for manning the grill.” You stated, sipping at your wine. “These steaks came out perfectly.”

“We make a pretty good team.” Cale agreed, his gaze soft as he looked back and forth between you and the view. Cale’s calf hooked around your leg as you ate and the physical contact made you feel warm and wanted. Once plates were cleared, you sent him to clean the grill while you quickly did the dishes. As you rinsed off the last wine glass, you felt Cale’s arm slide around your waist, pulling you firmly against him.

He didn’t need to speak a word for you to feel the shift in mood and you leaned back into him, your damp hand sliding up into the hair at the back of his neck. His lips on your ear and then along the column of your throat signaled exactly what he wanted and you let out a pleased hum in response. Dragging you to bed, Cale kept you there for the remainder of the night, his body showing you just how much he appreciated this trip, appreciated you.

It made you feel even closer to him in every way and it served as the perfect way to prove to yourselves and each other that nothing had managed to shake the bond you’d already formed. You’d had so many different types of sex in the two months you’d been together, but it was this kind you loved the most. The slow, easy, completely unrushed push and pull of your bodies against each other. Cale not giving up until you were a puddle of flesh and bones beneath him. Passing out from exhaustion and pleasure, your naked bodies entwined.

_______

The sound you woke up to the following morning was not one you’d expected. The sound of rain battering the roof made you shiver, causing you to snuggle further into Cale’s arms. Your movements caused your boyfriend to stir and he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“Is that rain?” He mumbled quietly.

“Certainly sounds like it.” You agreed.

“Guess I really do get to keep you in bed.” You could feel his smirk against your head and you groaned softly. “But how ‘bout I go make us some breakfast first?” He amended, his body stretching out beside you.

“I mean I’m not going to argue with that.” You whispered, though the bed was certainly cooler without his presence in it much to your dismay.

Breakfast in bed with Cale was a first in your relationship, and it felt incredibly romantic to be wrapped in just Cale’s shirt as he fed you bites of pancake and bacon from his spot behind you.

“We should do this more often.” You breathed, the weight of the world slowly lifting off of your shoulders.

“Of course sweet girl.” Cale agreed, his hand sliding down along your stomach as he moved the empty plate to the bedside table. You assumed he was going to make good on his implied promise, expecting his fingers to continue their journey down your body. Instead, his hand stayed put and he reached for the remote to turn the tv on, flipping channels.

Though the show he picked was interesting, you found yourself unable to focus with the occasional kiss dropped onto your neck or shoulder and the mindless strokes of his fingers along your stomach.

“Cale…” You whimpered his name, your thighs squeezed together to try and alleviate the pressure.

“Hmm…?” He breathed.

“Are you gonna touch me or just tease me all day?” You inquired, trying not to squirm against him.

“Thought you’d be sore and tired after last night…” Cale mused, though his tone gave away that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I mean I am…” You admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

“Yeah sweet girl...what is it that you want?”

“Touch me Cale.” You pleaded, a hiss slipping from your throat as Cale’s teeth scraped along your neck.

“You gotta be more specific sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want.” He prodded. This demanding side of Cale was one you hadn’t really seen before and though a part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off and just fuck you, a larger part was curious to see just how far he would take this.

“Your fingers.” You attempted to clarify, the fog of lust slowly creeping over you.

“My fingers are touching you sunshine…” He teased, drumming the digits against your stomach.

“My clit Cale. Fuck please rub my clit.” You hadn’t put underwear on today, so it took hardly any effort for Cale to part your legs enough to slide his fingers exactly where you wanted them. Tossing your head back against his shoulder you arched into his fingers, your body desperate for more. “Cale...faster please.” You whined, frustrated by the slow pace he’d established.

Although he complied, Cale was sticking strictly to what you asked for, not expanding into all of the other ways he knew to make you fall apart. It was sweet torture.

“Cale...fuck me please…” You babbled. “I need those long fingers of yours inside me...spreading me open for your cock.” Cale groaned and it appeared he was pleased with you when he asked a direct question instead of vaguely pushing for more.

“How many fingers do you want sweetheart?”

“Two…” You quickly gasped out. “...No three.” You corrected. “Give me three please.”

Spitting on his fingers, Cale worked three inside you, your pussy aching slightly as it stretched around them.

“Look at how good your pussy takes my fingers.” Cale breathed into your ear, forcing your gaze to drop to where his fingers were pumping in and out of you. “It looks so much better taking my dick. One of these days I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so that you can see how well you take me.” Incoherent curses spilled from your lips at his words. When Cale got like this, it took things to another level and tightened that rubber band inside you until it would only take the slightest bit of friction to make it snap.

Just as you felt your orgasm creeping up, Cale pulled his fingers from you leaving you gasping.

“Tsk…” Cale chastised when you attempted to rub your legs together. “I don’t think so sweet girl. You need to ask permission to cum. I want you to beg me for your orgasm. You’re getting so greedy wanting to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Cale please?” You protested softly. “I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

“Not yet love. You can wait for it.” Cale’s fingers brushed featherlight touches against your core as your body slipped away from the edge of orgasm. Only then did he fuck his fingers back inside you, bringing you close to the edge before backing off, despite your pleas to let you orgasm.

Twice more he edged you, making you think he’d let you cum for just a split second before he pulled away. You were shaking, desperate for release.

“Cale...fuck me please.” You begged.

“Does my girl want my cock?”

“Fuck Cale...I need it. I need your cock inside me. I need…” You were cut off when Cale practically tossed you to the other side of the bed before shedding his boxer-briefs and climbing over you, sliding into you all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

“Uuugnnhh…” The strangled sound was all you could vocalize as you clung to Cale, his body stilled inside of you.

“You’re so tight sweet girl. How are you always so tight no matter how many times I fuck you raw?” Cale started to rock his hips inside of you, quick and deep and you felt your eyes roll toward the back of your head as you panted for breath under him.

Having been edged 4 times already today, it wasn’t long before you were thrashing under him, your orgasm racing toward you.

“Ask permission sweetheart.” Cale reminded, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Cale please...wanna cum…” You gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks from trying to fight off the orgasm your body ached for.

“Such a good girl. Asking so nicely. Taking my fingers so nicely. Taking my cock so nicely. Go ahead...cum.”

The second Cale gave you permission, your orgasm crashed down on you, harder than you’d ever felt in your life. The sensation of Cale’s semen spilling inside of you had barely started when you felt everything go black.

When you stirred, Cale was playing with your hair.

“There she is.” He whispered softly. “You okay love?” Every inch of your body felt like lead and you craned your neck to see Cale’s satisfied smirk and concerned eyes.

“You did not just make me cum so hard I blacked out…” You mumbled in disbelief.

“Pretty sure I did.” Cale replied. “You’ve never cum that hard around me before. Was the sexiest thing ever.” He gloated. “It still sounds like it’s pouring so why don’t you take a nap before getting ready for dinner.”

Yawning, you rolled to bury your head into Cale’s chest, still in disbelief about the orgasm he’d just given you.

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years ago

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christmas with you | chapter two

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Last Christmas

The entire ride home from practice, all Mark could think was I’m in deep shit.

When he’d lied to his mom, he’d been hoping to right the wrong by actually bringing a real girlfriend to Christmas the following year. He figured his mother would never even know the difference of his lie. But since finding out that he’d indeed be home for Christmas, Mark had been dreading the call to his family.

As Mark walked to the front door of his apartment, he ruffled around his pocket looking for the key.

Hearing the ring of the elevator, he turned around to see you carrying two big bags of groceries. You thanked him as he rushed to help you with them.

“Oh, thank you Mark.” You smiled.

“Of course.” Mark said, waiting with the bags in his hands as you unlocked the door to your apartment.

He walked into your apartment, setting the groceries onto the kitchen counter.

“So how are you?” You asked your neighbor.

“Oh, I’m alright? How about you?” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m good. Getting ready for the holiday season” You said excitedly.

“Yeah,” he agreed awkwardly, noting the ring on your finger.

Were you married? Mark was surprised he hadn’t noticed before.

Admiring the ring on your hand, you interrupted Mark’s thought when you spoke again “Thanks for your help, my fiancé and I are hosting Christmas here this year so I was stocking up on food.”

So you were engaged.

As the two of you stood in an awkward pause, you heard Mark clear his throat before inching towards the door. “I should go, but good luck with the cooking.” Mark said.

“Thanks, and happy holidays!” You called out to him as he shut the door.

Mark fished out the missing key he’d been looking for before opening the door. Immediately, Milo was at his feet. As he pet the little dog, he couldn’t help but think about you.

You had moved into the apartment across Mark a little while after he had. Though the two of you weren’t friends, you remained friendly neighbors. He figured your fiancée was the guy he would always see come in and out of your apartment.

Mark was happy for you, he was. But he couldn’t help but think back to his own plight. How would he magically procure a girl to be his girlfriend and come home with him for the holidays?

Choosing to ignore the problem until he was forced to confront it, Mark distracted himself with ramen.

Heading to the kitchen, he prepared the meal for himself before bringing it to the couch and turning on the television.

His mind went numb as he watched a stupid Christmas movie. Those were so cheesy. As Mark felt his eyes flutter shut, he didn’t stop himself from falling into a deep sleep.

+++

The next time Mark saw you was exactly three days later. Well he didn’t exactly see you, he heard you.

“GET OUT!” You screamed. “GET OUT NOW!”

Through the thin walls of the apartment complex, Mark placed his ear against the wall to hear better.

He could hear a male voice yell in reply. “You’re crazy, you know that? You’re fucking crazy!”

Curious as to what was happening, he looked through the peephole of his front door.

He watched you pace in and out of the hallway, throwing out what seemed to be your fiancé's clothes onto the floor.

“Well you won’t get out so I guess I’ll just have to kick your ass to the curb!” You yelled back.

Intrigued about how the situation was playing out, he watched as the man scrambled to pick up his clothes off the floor.

“Here,” You said, your arms full of gifts that your fiancé had gotten you. “I don’t want any of this.”

You then proceeded to throw the handbags, boxes of jewelry, and stuffed animals.

“Seriously babe?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re really throwing a fit over a technicality?”

“Don’t call me that.” You said through gritted teeth. As you threw the remainder of things on the floor, Mark watched your fiancé pick them up in his hands. The poor guy was struggling to hold all the items you were throwing out the door.

“I’m not throwing a fit, I’m throwing you out.” You said angrily, moving to fiddle your hand.

Your fiancé looked at you, in disbelief of what you were about to do. “Don’t you dare-”

You angrily removed the ring and threw it at his feet. “You can keep that. We’re done.”

And with that, you slammed the door of your apartment shut.

Mark winced at the loud sound. Resting on the couch, Milo raced to the front door when he heard the loud sound, barking at the thought of an intruder. Groaning, Mark attempted to calm him down, telling him to shush.

But Milo wouldn't stop.

Defeated, Mark went to grab his leash, intent on taking him for a short walk in order to calm him down. Though, deep down he was itching to go outside and see the damage that had been done.

As he slowly stepped out, Mark awkwardly waited outside his front door as your now ex-fiancé was busy picking his stuff off the ground, including the engagement ring that Mark had noticed the day before.

“Sorry about this.” The man apologized apathetically.

“It’s all good.” he replied awkwardly.

Milo tugged Mark forward, forcing him to walk by the man. Mark was somewhat relieved he’d done so, eager to get away.

After about an hour, Mark was ready to retreat home. He walked Milo back to the apartment before seeing you at the foot of your door, paying a delivery man for pizza.

Dressed in patterned pajamas and glasses, you were almost unrecognizable. Your face looked puffy, as if you’d been crying.

As the man walked away the money you handed him, you lingered at the foot of your door a little longer than usual and watched Mark fumble for his key.

Milo glanced over at you and took advantage of Mark’s loose hold of the leash. He bolted into your apartment, jumping up on your leg. Mark’s eyes widened as he felt the puppy escape him and run straight to you.

“Milo! Milo get back here right now!” Mark yelled.

“It’s fine.” You reassured him, reaching down to pet Milo. “Are you hungry?”

“Me?” Mark asked, surprised that the question had been directed to him.

“Yes you, who else?” You said sarcastically. “Are you hungry?”

“A little.” He admitted.

“I can’t eat this whole pizza by myself.” You told him, “you’re welcome to join me.”

Mark wasn’t sure what he was more surprised with, the fact that you had invited him over or that he’d instantly agreed.

He walked into your apartment and watched as you unhooked Milo’s leash and set it on the counter. You then took two plates from the shelf and grabbed a slice of pizza for yourself before setting the plate on the dining table.

Mark mirrored your actions and sat at the table. He watched as you headed to the fridge before poking your head up.

“Do you want a beer?”

“No thank you,” He said politely.

Shrugging, you grabbed a bottle for yourself, opened the cap off, and then joined him at the table.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying the food in front of you. You watched Mark, silently sipping on your beer.

“So, why no beer? Are you having a comeback or something?” You tried to make conversation.

“I didn’t think you even knew I was in a group.” Mark said. “And no, we’re actually on a break.”

“That’s all the real estate agent talked about when I was looking at apartments.” You told him “I think she was quite enamored with you.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah, anyway. I thought it would be cool to live across a K-pop star. I was under the impression that you lived a glamorous life.” You admitted. “But you turned out to be so dull.”

“Dull?” Mark said, surprised at your choice of words.

“I mean you don’t throw any parties, you barely have any people over, I’ve never even heard the television from your house, that’s how respectful you are. You’re a model tenant.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Mark said.

“It’s boring.” You replied frankly. “So you’re on a break?”

Choosing not to press you any further, Mark answered your next question. “Yeah, until the end of January.”

He watched as you lifted the beer bottle to take a sip, noticing your ring finger now empty. You followed his eye line before deciding to address the elephant in the room.

“That’s good. My engagement broke today.” You announced. “But you probably already knew that.”

Mark silently nodded, not wanting to say a word on the delicate situation.

“Don’t you want to know what happened?”

“It’s none of my business.” He told you, sympathetic to your situation.

“He slept with my sister.” You said bluntly, chugging another sip of your beer.

Mark’s eyes widened. “What?!”

“Last year around this time, we decided to take a break. He ran into my sister at a bar and they got wasted and slept together.” You explained. “We ended up getting back together a week later, and then two months later he proposed.”

So that’s why your fiancé has called it a technicality, you had been on a break.

“That’s… heavy.” he struggled to find the words.

“Yeah.” you snorted. “Happy fucking holidays to me!”

Noticing your misery, Mark decided to keep quiet and have another bite of the pizza.

“So what are your Christmas plans?” You asked.

“Well my mom has been begging me to come home but…” Mark trailed off, suddenly remembering his little problem.

“But what?”

“Well, we only found out we had a break a couple of days ago. We were supposed to have a schedule and it got cancelled.”

“And?”

“Well before that, I kind of, sort of, lied and told my mom I was seeing someone.”

You sat back in your seat, still clutching your almost empty beer bottle and laughing. “Nice.”

“I’m glad you find this funny.” Mark rolled his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Well I’m sure as fuck not going home.” You said.

“Understandable.” He conceded. “But you’ll be all alone for Christmas,”

“I don’t care. Maybe it’s for the best.”

You got up from the table and headed to the pizza box for another slice.

Watching you, it felt like lightning had struck Mark when he jumped out of his seat.

“Y/N, I have an idea. One that can solve both of our problems.” Mark proposed carefully. “Hear me out.”

You turned around to see Mark walking towards you. “Oh no, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“It’s brilliant really.” He started. “Truly, one of the best ideas I’ve ever had.”

“Spit it out!” You said, unable to take the anticipation.

“You should come home with me for Christmas as my girlfriend!”

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Excuse me?!”

“My fake girlfriend,” he clarified. “That way I can bring someone home, and you can spend the holidays with my family.”

“You’re insane, you know that?” You told him. “Pretending to be your girlfriend? That’s insane!”

“It’s not that crazy.” Mark attempted to ration, “You work in PR don’t you? Think of this as some PR for me, with my family.”

“Those things are not even the slightest bit related and you know it.” You rolled your eyes.

“What about the fact that you don’t want to be with your family for the holidays? You should just come with me and be with mine! No one should be alone on Christmas.”

“I don’t even know you,” you pointed out the obvious. “This is the first time we’ve ever really hung out.”

“Look, just think about it.” Mark said. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now.”

“I’m not thinking about it, the answer is no.” You replied firmly.

“Okay, okay.” He said with his hands up. “It’s getting late anyway, I should get back to my place.”

Mark called for Milo and grabbed the leash off the table. Before he left your apartment he turned back to face you, “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He then shut the door behind him, leaving you with your pizza and very interesting proposition to consider.

+++

“What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms. “I’m pretty sure I made it clear, we’re done.”

Your ex-fiancé pried your hand out and held it in his.

“Come on babe, it was a mistake. You can forgive me for one thing can’t you?”

You slipped your hand out of his. “Not when the one thing you did was sleep with my sister.”

“We were on a break!” He exclaimed. “It was one time. A momentary lapse of judgement.”

“You know what? It’s not even the fact that you slept with someone at all. You’re right, technically we were broken up. The thing that hurts the most is the fact that of all the women in the world you had to sleep with my sister and then lie to me about it for a whole year!” You told him off.

“So we can go to couples therapy! We can work through this. We were both wrong-“

You raised an eyebrow.

“I was wrong.” He corrected himself. “Besides you don’t want to be alone for Christmas do you?”

That was the thing that set you off. Unable to control your outburst, you spoke the the first thing that came to mind, “I’m not going to be alone.”

“You’re going home?” Your fiancé raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m going to this guy’s home… to meet his parents.”

“You’re what?!” He yelled.

“Yeah, you heard me. Technically we’re broken up right?” You reminded him. “So no, I won’t be alone. I’ll be with him.”

“Who is he?” You saw your fiancé’s jaw clench.

“Well, that’s not really your concern now is it? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pack.”

“Y/N, wait- We need to-“

You shut the front door, not bothering to listen to him anymore. You watched through the peephole as your fiancé eventually left.

Tiptoeing across the hallway, you knocked on Mark’s door. He was surprised to see you, scratching the back of his neck as he waited for you to say something.

“You still looking for a fake girlfriend?”

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iaminlovewithtrr · 4 years ago

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Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

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Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

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The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

#choices stories you play #king liam #king liam x mc #liam x riley #trr liam #trh mc #my first fic #trr

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helplessly-nonstop · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Cutie (A.I. imagine)

As a celebration for finishing my finals, I decided to finish my Ashton quarantine fic! Thank you so much @wrestlingfae for enabling in writing this piece! She’s a true all-star! Anyway! Let’s get into it! Ashton and OFC reader are roommates. Reader has a cough from their allergies so Ash quarantines them to their room.

WC: 4659

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff, kisses, that’s really all

Ashton was always a good roommate, I truly couldn’t ask for anyone better. But being in quarantine brought out the affectionate side of him. At first, I thought nothing of it. It started when I had coughed out on the patio, due to the smoke that had blown in with wind. The glass door slid open and Ash raised an eyebrow at me, asking, “Is everything okay? Heard you cough.”

I laughed quietly and gestured towards the neighbor’s firepit, chiming, “They’re having a bonfire, just got some smoke in my face.” He nodded in understanding then stretched out his water bottle to me as he offered, “You want a drink to wash the smoke away?” Thinking nothing of it, I took a sip and passed it back, watching as the smoke rose into the sky, forming clouds that complimented the midnight sky.

Ashton waved me inside and I leaned into him, muttering, “I’m so tired. How much longer do you think we’re going to be quarantined?” He shrugged then tugged me onto the couch, curling underneath a blanket before he turned on Netflix, replying, “I dunno, hoping not long. Whatcha wanting to watch tonight?” I curled into his side and muttered, “Hell, you pick. I really don’t care.”

One of the perks of being in quarantine was that Ashton was home much more. The only time he really left the house as of right now was to get groceries. But since he was the one bringing home groceries, I was often the one in charge of putting the food away. One day I decided to bake but unfortunately, I couldn’t find sugar.

“Yo, Ash, do we have any more sugar?” I called out, rifling through the cupboards in search of sugar to mix into my coffee. When I didn’t receive an answer, I grumbled and walked into his room, pausing when I noticed that he was on a Zoom call with the boys. I snuck behind him and formed bunny ears with my fingers, moving them. Calum grinned as he realized that Ash wasn’t alone then Luke and Michael took notice of my presence. My roommate glanced up at his own square and pursed his lips as he turned to me.

“Need something, sweetheart?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as I dropped my bunny ears. I waved to the boys then answered, “Sugar. Do we have anymore or are we out?” He paused at the question and I let him mull over the question before he replied, “Cupboard beside the fridge behind the brown sugar, there should be a small bag of sugar cubes. I’ll put it on the list.” I nodded in understanding then kissed his cheek, saying, “You’re the best. See you guys later!”

I grinned when I realized that his cheeks were now pink then left the room, delighted that I managed to draw a blush from my cool headed roommate before I returned to the kitchen, prepared to make cookies. By the time Ashton had ended his call, I was nearly finished with banking, content with the size and taste of my delicious creations.

“Looks good. Mind if I have one?” he asked, gesturing down to the counter covered with cookies. I waved an inviting hand towards the baked goods and answered, “Be my guest, I’m not going to eat them all.” He grabbed and grabbed two cookies off the wax paper before gifting me with a kiss on the cheek. I ducked my head as I felt my face flush then pulled the last batch of cookies from the oven, placing them on the last bit of space on the counter.

“Mm, these are amazing. I can’t believe how good you are at making cookies.” he praised as he finished his first cookie. I smiled at him then replied, “All you do is follow a recipe, Ash, it isn’t hard.” He ruffled my hair then chimed, “Eh, Who needs to follow recipes when you can make them for us?”

Having such a good roommate, I was sure that I wouldn’t go stir crazy with him. But that was before the pollen came in. My allergies began to flare with the spring season and this year decided to gift me with an awful cough. The first few times, my roommate just glanced over at me with concern in his eyes but let it slide nonetheless. As my coughing became more violent, however, he decided to draw the line. In fact, the line rested at the doorway of my room.

Ashton had shoved me inside my room with a bag of snacks then slammed the door behind me, locking it. In the moment, I remembered that I never switched my door handle to have the lock on the inside of the door then I pounded at the door and snapped, “Ashton Irwin, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! I told you, it’s just a cough, I have allergies!”

“Sorry, kid, I can’t risk it! Just lay down, relax for a couple days, doctors recommend fourteen days actually!” he replied, clearly leaning against the door. I paced at the foot of my bed and retorted, “Oh my god, I don’t have the coronavirus, would you let me out already? This is ridiculous.” He unlocked the door and peeked his head in as he said, “Let’s make a deal. You self isolate for a week. I bring you meals and meds, do the cleaning. You can just relax, no big deal.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and muttered, “Fine, whatever. Can I have some Benadryl?” Ashton raised an eyebrow at me then asked, “When was the last time you ate?” I began thinking back to when I last ate and apparently, I took too long to answer because Ashton chirped, “I’ll bring you something to eat, don’t move.”

Sighing, I settled underneath my covers and turned on Netflix. Being isolated to my room would allow me time to start and possibly finish a show, which made this isolation a bit better but overall I wasn’t thrilled to do this.

Sure enough, however, Ash returned with a bowl of soup with an old bandana modified into a mask. I pursed my lips at him, unimpressed with the caution he was taking, then stated, “I told you, it’s just allergies. You can’t catch allergies, Ash.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, can’t risk it. Here, it’s vegetable beef soup, nice and hearty to knock that cold. Yell for me when you’re done and I’ll bring you Benadryl.” I nodded in understanding then began eating my food after Ashton disappeared back into the living room. The soup was warm and managed to quell my cough long enough for my roommate to check back in.

“Hey, kid, how you feelin’?”he asked, claiming the foot of my bed as I passed him my now empty bowl. I cleared my throat as I sunk deeper into my blankets then answered, “Pretty okay. My ribs hurt from coughing though.” He cradled my side and murmured, “I’m sorry, I know how that feels. You ready for some allergy meds?” I nodded and he passed me my water that was sitting beside my bed then shook a pill into the palm of my hand.

I took the medicine and Ashton stood up before brushing the hair out of my eyeline then stated, “I’ll be back in to check on you in an hour, sweetheart. Make sure you stay propped up, ‘kay? If it is just a cough from allergies, it’ll help it drain and make it easier to cough.” I nodded in understanding then he left my room, allowing me to settle back into my Netflix binge.

When my roommate did return, the allergy medicine had already taken effect, luring me into a delightful nap. As I woke up, I realized that Netflix was currently wondering if I was still there, which meant that I had slept longer than I intended. I began to crawl out of bed, just as my door opened, revealing Ashton holding a plate.

“Hey; you’re awake! Only took you three hours to wake up. I’m guessing you’re hungry though.”he stated, handing me my plate. I smiled in thanks then murmured, “Starving actually. I appreciate you making me food. I really do have the best roommate a person could ask for.” Ash flushed with color and scratched the back of his neck as he chimed, “Yeah well, you’d do the same for me. Alright, I’ll leave you be, let you eat. Lemme know when you’re done so I can grab your plate.”

I nodded in understanding and Ashton took his leave once again, desperate to stay healthy as possible.

The first two days went smooth, with Ashton checking on me occasionally through the day, bringing me water, food, and medicine when I requested it. However, by the third day, the annoyance had set in. Isolation makes even the kindest person cranky and when your roommate actively avoids you aside from bringing you the essentials you need, it only brings out the worst of a person.

Ashton had peeked in once again, a half an hour before he was originally “scheduled” to, just to question, “You good, bro?” I pulled a stray pillow from the pile then threatened, “Ashton, I really do appreciate you checking in on me but I swear to God, I’ll chuck a pillow at your head if you ask me if I’m good again.” He flashed that familiar smile then tipped his head at me before leaving me once again.

But just an hour later, he gave a soft knock to my door, allowing me time to grab a pillow but as he began to slip inside and took notice of my weapon, he shouted, “Wait, I have food! Don’t fire!” I began to lower my pillow then questioned, “What kind of food?”

“Your favorite, nice and hot. C’mon, you don’t want me to drop this!” he insisted, offering the food to me. I pursed my lips at him and asked, “Is this a peace offering for you being so overbearing?”

“You think I’m being overbearing?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as he frowned. I paused at the tone of his voice before taking a bite then answered, “Kinda? Not in a bad way, more of a big brother way.” Ashton stared down at me in silence, those hazel eyes churning with a multitude of emotions, and backed out of the room with a quiet, “Just set your bowl on your night stand.”

I stared down at the meal he made and cursed the way that my stomach turned in protest, desperate to find out what I had said that made him turn away so quickly, but decided that I needed to eat before I began to construct possible theories behind Ashton’s sudden departure from my room.

Unfortunately though, I didn’t get the chance to ask him that night. My allergy medicine had already taken root and I was asleep by the time that he had come in to collect my dishes and give me a fresh water bottle.

When the morning came, I had decided to get up and walk around the house for a bit. Unfortunately Ashton was out doing errands so I was unable to ask him. I made me a bowl of cereal and settled at the dining room table in hopes that my roommate would be back soon. But alas, an hour passed and he still wasn’t home, so I resigned to my bed once again.

Just as I cracked open the door, my phone began to ring with the FaceTime tone and my heart leaped with the possibility of it being Ashton, once for my hopes to be cracked. It was Michael, likely calling to check in. Knowing my roommate, he had told the boys what was going on.

“Hey, Ash told me you’re sick. What’s goin’ on, you catch corona?” Mikey asked after I answered the FaceTime call. I scowled at the mention of me being sick then protested, “I do not have the fucking coronavirus, I just have allergies, so he’s isolating me.” My friend raised an eyebrow at the statement and replied, “You know he’s just doing it because he cares about you.”

“Yeah, I know, he’s in full big brother mode but now he’s not talking to me.” I said, shifting against the mound of pillows I had constructed behind me. I could see the confliction in Michael’s eyes as he became silent, clearly debating on how he was going to respond to what I said, then he asked, “Ashton… not talking to you while you’re sick. What’d you do?”

“I- I kind of told him that he was being overbearing in a big brother sort of way then he left and I’m pretty sure that he’s avoiding me now.” We stared at one another then Michael stated plainly, “You’re pretty dense if you haven’t figured out that Ashton doesn’t want to play the big brother role with you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, sitting up. His emerald eyes narrowed at my question then he answered, venom lining his tone, “Ask him that yourself.” Almost on cue, I heard the front door open and shut, alerting me that Ashton had returned from his errands for the week. I glanced back to the call then Mikey assured me, “Just go talk to him. I’ll check on you later.” I nodded in understanding and slid out of bed before I peeked out of my room, surprised to see that Ashton had brought back takeout for lunch.

I shut my door behind me and he glanced towards me, surprised to see that I emerged from my bedroom then he gestured towards one of the bags, murmuring, “Your food’s in that one.” My chest panged at the coldness of his gesture but still, I smiled and took the lunch he brought, chiming, “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nodded and turned away, as if he was willing me to disappear before I stated, “Listen, I wanted to say I’m sorry. About last night, I’m sorry that I called you overbearing. I know that you’re just trying to take care of me.”

Ashton kept his back to me for a few seconds then he turned with a bright smile across his face, assuring me, “Kid, it’s no big deal. I know I can go a little far with people who I care about. I’m sorry if I crossed a line. You should take your food and go back to your room though, I really don’t want to catch anything.” I nodded in understanding then grabbed my food before making my way back to my room, satisfied that we were back to normal. God I was fucking wrong though.

For the next two days, Ashton actively avoided me at every turn. He brought me an unopened pack of allergy pills, both drowsy and non-drowsy, along with a small case of water to keep at the foot of my bed. Anytime he brought me food, he would simply hand it to me and walk right back out.

Thankfully my cough was finally gone, so I emerged when I heard him play his drums, the sounds vibrating through the walls of our home. His practice room was at the far end of the house and I couldn’t help but hum along to the beat he was playing. If memory was serving me correctly, it was Thin White Lies, a song that had broken my heart the first time I was allowed to listen to it.

I cracked open the door wide enough to slip into the room and watched as my roommate continued to drum, losing himself in the music that he had worked so hard on. His hair flopped with the beat and I couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, shaking my head. And silly me, I just happened to do so, just as he started a rest.

I cursed under my breath when Ashton glanced up, shoulders heaving as he caught his breath then he said simply, “Sup kid.”

“You’re avoiding me.” I pointed out simply, toying with the hem of my shirt. He blinked up at me, setting his drum sticks at his feet, then asked, “Why do you say that?” I stared at him and took a small step forward, exclaiming, “You’re not even denying it! Ashton, you’ve barely said ten words to me in the last three days! Was it because I called you overbearing?”

He took a deep breath and claimed his water bottle from the floor then began making his way out of the room, only for me to grab his hand, insisting, “See, you’re just brushing me off! Listen, just tell me what I did wrong, I’m sorry! I’m not a damn mind reader!” He brushed me off and replied almost coldly, “You don’t need to be a mind reader to know why I’m avoiding you, kid.”

“Dammit Ashton, just give me a straight answer, why are you pissed off at me!?” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder before he replied, “You called me overbearing, said I was acting like your big brother. I don’t want to be your brother. Simple as that. Now, please, just let me have a few hours to myself.”

“That’s why you’re avoiding me? Why didn’t you just say that before, I told you I was sorry about it!” I insisted, half tempted to stomp my foot to get my point across. My roommate stared at me for a few moments then he snapped, “I’m avoiding you because I’m tired of having this same damn argument with you. So just get out of my practice room and leave me alone.”

We glared at each other for a few seconds then I stormed out, slamming the door for good measure before stalking into my room. I paced the length (and width) of my bed before I finally got dizzy and decided to take a seat. I tapped my fingers together and laid back, staring at the swirls of my ceiling then I considered calling Michael, only to decide against it. Something told me that if I called him, it would only end in an argument much like it did with Ashton and I.

A few hours later my stomach began to growl so I decided to go make food, quickly deciding on grilled cheese as my simple dinner. After fixing my sandwiches, I considered sitting at the table, hoping that Ashton would come out for his own food but returned to my room nonetheless. Whenever we had a fight, it would take at least a couple hours for both of us to become level headed once again, so it was better for us to stay on opposite sides of the house for now.

I tried falling asleep after finishing my dinner but insomnia decided to make a pit stop inside my mind, driving me to watch Criminal Minds before my stomach began to growl again. I frowned at the sound and grumbled when I realized that I would need to eat before I was able to fall asleep, so I walked out of my room in search of something to eat.

I rummaged through the cabinets, quickly eliminating anything that I had to stand and cook, then decided on a bowl of cereal to sate my hunger for the night. I grabbed a bowl and spoon then pulled the milk from the fridge after pouring my chosen cereal before completing my simple one in the morning meal. I glanced to my bedroom door then decided against taking the cereal to bed and curled up on the couch to eat while I continued to watch Criminal Minds on my phone.

I was so engorged in eating my cereal and watching the current episode of Criminal Minds that I didn’t even hear Ashton approach me until he asked, “What are you doing? It’s one in the morning.” I glanced up at his question and back down at my cereal before I answered, “I uh… I got hungry. I guess grilled cheese isn’t all that satisfying unless you have something else to eat with it.”

“So you’re eating cereal?” I stared guiltily down at the floor then replied, “Cereal is filling, especially at one in the morning when you’re too tired to make yourself an actual meal, Ashton.” After a few more moments of silence, he claimed the space beside me and settled into the cushions, watching as the BAU chased after an unsub, then I returned to eating my food. When I finished my bowl, I set it on the small coffee table and murmured, “Mind if I lean on you?” His eyes flickered towards me in surprise and he gave a small nod, saying, “Go for it.”

I curled into his side and he sat stiffly against me as I tried to focus on my show once again. But our argument from earlier in the week was weighing on my mind and the tugging in my chest refused to quit until I murmured, “I want to talk about our fight.”

“I was being overbearing, you didn’t want me to be. So, I stopped. In my eyes, there’s nothing to talk about.” Ashton stated, focused on the television. I sat up and stared at him as I insisted, “I wasn’t being fair to you! You were just trying to take care of me and I was a bitch to you.”

“You really want to talk about this at one in the morning?” he drawled, coming to a stand. I huffed and jumped to my feet, snapping, “Yes, I know it’s one in the morning, would you quit bringing that up?! You refuse to talk to me through the day, so yeah, why not the middle of the fucking night?” He tilted his head at me then asked, “Have you even considered why I don’t want to talk about this? Why Michael told you that I didn’t want to play big brother to you?”

“Yes! I know I’m not a child, Ashton, so of course you don’t want to play big brother! You already have to do that with your actual siblings, why would you want to do that with your roommate?” I retorted, running a hand through my hair. He gave a small chuckle, void of humor, then stated, “I’m well-aware of the fact that you’re not a child. In fact, that’s one of the reasons why I didn’t want to be seen as a big brother to you. God you’re fucking blind if you really don’t know the real reason why I took care of you when you had your cold.”

“Then call me Ray Charles because I can’t see what everyone else can apparently!” I snapped, throwing my hands into the air. He stifled a small chuckle and replied, “You’re so much more beautiful than Ray Charles is.” I paused at the compliment, not expecting that statement before the pieces of this unnecessarily difficult puzzle known as Ashton and I’s relationship began to fall into place.

“Y-You call me sweetheart. You just called me beautiful. Oh my fucking god, you didn’t want me saying that you were acting like my older brother because you like me. You like me even though I exceed the dense meter. I’m a thousand on a one to ten scale of how blind I am to how people feel about me.” I stuttered, raising my hands to chew on my nails, only for Ashton to place a gentle hand over my fingers before they met my lips.

“Don’t… I should’ve been more straightforward like the boys suggested me to do.”my roommate replied, shrugging. My mouth fell open then I rushed out, “How long have you been flirting with me?”

“Probably about a year and a half? Maybe more, lads probably know the exact amount, bastards would always ask me if I made an official move on you but the answer was always the same. Didn’t seem like the right time.” I stared at the dark haired man then sunk to my knees, whining, “Oh my god, you’ve been flirting with me for the last year and a half and I never noticed. Someone take my vision away, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve my common sense either, holy shit, I really didn’t realize that you were flirting. I thought I was just projecting my feelings onto whatever you said so I did my best to ignore it but fuck, you were actually flirting. And I blew you off.”

“On the bright side, I won the bet that I’d admit my feelings to you during quarantine. Granted, this wasn’t exactly the scenario I was imagining, but oh well.” Ashton laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck as he settled beside me on the floor. I pressed my face to his shoulder then groaned, muttering, “Why didn’t you say anything? I’m so blind to actual advances and you just let me continue thinking we were only roommates.”

He cupped my face and I met his gaze, nearing sighing at the softness of his eyes before he admitted softly, “You were the best damn roommate I ever had. I didn’t want to lose you just because you knew that I had been crushing on you for the last year and you didn’t feel the same way.” I pulled him into a tight hug and mumbled, “You're going to make me cry then I’m going to be mad cause my sinuses are going to act up.” He laughed quietly and tugged me to my feet before he assured me, “I’m not trying to make you cry, I’m just being honest with you, sweetheart.”

Ashton glanced down at me and flashed a smile, brushing my hair out of my face then he asked, “Can I have a kiss?” I smiled softly at him and replied, “Are you going to stop quarantining me in my room when my allergies flare up again?” He chuckled and cupped my face, murmuring, “I suppose it could be arranged, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me then.” He leaned into me and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair as I grabbed his shoulders, sighing into the kiss. He pulled back with a grin across his face and murmured, “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” My eyes fluttered up then I replied, “Do it again then.”

The next day, Ashton was once again on a call with the boys and I was on lunch making duty, since he had been so kind to make all of my meals during this last week. I knocked quietly on the door and he turned in his chair to face me, that bright smile across his face, chirping, “Oh, food! Thank you, sweetheart, you’re the best!”

I blushed at the attention he had drawn to me and I could see Michael grin as Calum and Luke exchanged impressed glances before I quickly kissed Ash on the cheek, beginning to walk back out, only for him to grab my hand and tug me backwards, whining, “Come back, baby, I want an actual kiss.”

I laughed at his insistence and leaned down to meet him for a kiss as he set his food on his desk. He groaned as I pulled away then waved at the boys, chiming, “See you guys soon hopefully!” They waved back in return and I bent down to whisper in Ashton’s ear, “You hurry up with your call and food and there might be a little surprise for you in your bedroom.”

His eyes widened at the implication and bit his bottom lip before he muttered, “You’re going to be the death of me.” I let out a laugh and exited the room, shaking my head. Quarantine wasn’t so bad after all.

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ironwoman18 · 4 years ago

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Garvez Moments part 10

I want to apologize for the long time. I had a writer block and the ideas were gone and I did not the best ideas.

Chapter 10: Honeymoon

The couple left to Peru - Lima. They took an airplane from Washington to the long travel to the south American country.

They arrived early the next day, and they were really tired and just check in and sleep a couple of hours.

Later that day they took a shower and after dinner they took a short walk just to see the hotel surrounded area.

"I never imagined to come here or even getting married" said Penelope smiling at him.

"I'm happy then.... because I want to do things we never thought we could do" He smiled and kissed her.

After that they returned to the hotel and up to their room where they slept all night long. Then at morning they got ready to the tour to Machu Picchu.

They woke up hugging each other in bed. Penelope checked her phone after removing her sleep mask "babe... it's time to get ready"

He kissed her cheek softly "I will take a quick shower and while you take yours I will go to get us breakfast"

After Luke did as he said, she got in the water and took a long shower and when he arrived she was putting on her shoes "I'm not use to wear sneakers but I don't want a broken ankle so..." she said putting on her shoes.

They ate a sandwich with coffee and later left to depart from Cusco, with pickup from your hotel and a transfer from the city center to your train station. They chose the Expedition train, the Vistadome, with glass on all sides for a better viewing.

Then they enjoyed a scenic train ride, with stunning views of the mountainous terrain that makes up the area near Machu Picchu.

They arrived in Aguas Calientes, the small village located at the base of this famous Inca site, and board a bus for the short ride to this sacred citadel.

On their way the tour guy, with a thick accent, explained "Machu Picchu was completed around 1450, when the Inca Empire was at the peak of its power and influence, the site was left vacant within 100 years of its creation, thanks to the conquest of the Inca people by the Spanish. Though the site today remains abandoned, many believe Machu Picchu to be a key center of spiritual energy..."

"I'm sure Reid would be correcting this guy or even saying facts about how they sacrificed their children to a god" said Penelope in a whisper to her husband.

"Or telling us what the name means and everything about it" they laughed softly as they imagined boy genius voice talking.

They followed their guide through the main streets of the marvel of ancient engineering. Learning about the site’s history and design as they meandered and taking photos through the town square, key religious sites, an elaborate network of agricultural terraces, and intricately-designed stone staircases.

After spending a few hours at the site, they returned by bus to the train station in Aguas Calientes and then to their chosen train for the trip back to Cusco and their hotel.

Penelope felt tired but happy. The height did not bothered as much as she thought and spending some time with her handsome husband were worth the money and the long travel.

Fourteen hours later they couple were back resting in their hotel room. The helicopter tour will be in two days so they planned to walk around, try local food and buy presents.

They spent one of those days at the pool. It was summer season in the South so the heat was perfect for the pool.

The next day they left to the airport to get aboard the helicopter.

They arrived and there was a man with black hair and tanned skin. He was wearing a blue jacket and jeans with a hat.

"Welcome to the Alejandro Velasco Astete Cusco International airport. I'm Felipe Gomez and I guess you are Luke and Penelope Alvez?"

They both nod "nice to meet you Felipe, I guess you are Dave's friend right?" Said Luke smiling.

"Yeah I am" he smiled "he booked this flight for you as a present for you as a wedding gift. And I owned him a free flight" they looked at him with raised eyebrows "let's say he won a bet and one of the things included were a free flight" they laughed "today I will be your guide and Alex, my brother will the pilot. You will look Sacred Valley from up high in our helicopter" he led them to the helicopter "as FBI agents you must know the safety rules but as a law requirement I have to inform you" he took a moment to do it then they all got in and they took off.

Once in the air, they headed towards the Sacred Valley, specifically to two of the most magnificent Inca constructions: Maras and Moray.

"Ok let me tell you about the places we are going to. Maras is a salt extraction center that has been operating since the time of the Incas. It is made up of thousands of rectangular water deposits located on the side of a mountain, which together form an out-of-this-world landscape. And we will also pass over Moray, an enormous construction of concentric circles that worked as an agricultural laboratory"

The saw the Maras' white floor, there were some people walking on them and taking photos. Then the helicopter flew over Moray, a bunch of group of circles one inside the other like a football stadium.

The saw also the mountains around those two places and returned to the airport. The place was amazing and they enjoyed it.

The rest of the honeymoon was full of small tours around the city and watching more places in Cusco.

For their last night in Peru, they went to a restaurant to have dinner and the place had a dance floor so after dinner they dance some good Latin music and had fun.

"This was a lovely place and I hope we can come back because I think we missed some other historical places" she said as they walked to the hotel.

"I'm agree and spending this with you was the best" they smiled and kissed softly then arrived to the hotel to sleep and left for the airport to begin their journey back to the US.

OOooOOooOO

I hope you liked this. Next one will be the Garvez baby.

#criminal mind #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcias

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storiesbymads · 4 years ago

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ONE WEEK DOWN, A LIFETIME TO GO ² ( the internship . )

Y/N just got an internship at her childhood best friend’s brother’s company. The same brother who has no idea they’ve even met before.

general warnings: smut, age gap (8 years), angst

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Friday could not have rolled around any sooner. Despite your first day being somewhat slow, this internship was kicking your ass. It was almost embarrassing the amount of times you’d forced JJ to sit down and watch New Girl with you--it was your only stress reliever save for a nice warm cup of chamomile tea. The two of you had managed to surge through more than a season and a half since the week started. JJ’d even gotten good about brewing you a cup of tea before you walked through the door.

“Last day until freedom,” you said quietly to yourself as you made your way out of the apartment, careful not to wake JJ. Even if he had been waking up earlier recently you knew he would give you hell when you got home if you woke him up before 10.

The highway had, thankfully, been mostly empty on your way to the office so you ended up at the office a good few minutes earlier than usual. Jesse seemed to be the only other person in the building.

“Morning, Mr. Maybank,” you said as you shuffled into his office, ready to take whatever assignments he had laid out for the day. He nodded as a response, grabbing a stack of files from the corner of his desk like he’d done the days prior and handing them over.

“Morning, Miss Y/L/N. I sent everything else you need to your computer,” he said. You noticed how he’d failed to make eye contact with you since you stepped in the room. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“Great! Thank you!” you said. You hoped you sounded peppy enough but it was 5:30 in the morning and you’d yet to have a single sip of caffeine. Another nod from his end sent you on your way. You dropped off the files at your desk before making your way to the small kitchen a few doors over.

You still remembered how Jesse’s hand felt pressed up against your waist. The contact only lasted for maybe a second but it’d sent your mind reeling. It was the only thing you could think about when you came to get coffee every morning. You always subconsciously checked to see if your garter belt was showing, too. Even if you were wearing pants.

Just a few more hours, you reminded yourself. Just a few more hours and then you’d be able to forget all about Jesse Maybank for two whole days.

The other interns came into the office about ten minutes after you sat down. A guy named Lance was the last to file into your designated room, shutting the door behind him. Surprisingly, you’d been pretty good about remembering the other interns' names. At least the ones you shared an office with.

Scout, the one who’d brought you coffee on Monday, went to college out in California but flew out here every summer just for this internship. She’d even invested in a condo ten minutes away from the office for her to stay in during the summer. She was probably the only one that made an effort to talk to you out of the group. You were just glad you had someone to gossip with at lunch.

Lance, the entirely too cocky fraternity boy who sat next to you, went to college somewhere in Alabama and stayed with his parents here during the summers for this internship. You think he mentioned something about a place called Mobile? Either way, he was probably the one you’d conversed the least with.

The last person crammed into the tiny office was a quiet girl named Marcie who you swore you had never heard speak before. The only reason you even knew her name was because of Scout. And even she didn’t know that much about her after working with her for two years.

There were two other offices just like yours crammed with three or four interns each. Scout claimed she knew each and every one of them but you knew you’d never seen any of them leave their respective rooms save for lunch hour or to grab a coffee. You’re not even sure you could identify any of them as someone you slightly recognized.

You hadn’t even realized that the rest of the interns in your office had left until you scooted your tiny roller chair back to stretch out your back. You faintly recalled glancing at the door as Lance stepped out but you figured he was just going to grab something out of the kitchen. Glancing at the bottom right hand corner of your desktop, you noticed the black 7:13pm staring back at you. Had you really managed to stay two hours late without noticing? Looks like you missed lunch too. Jesus, you really should not have pushed off all your work for the last day.

A knock on the frosted glass door pulled you out of your thoughts before you saw the door creak open slowly. You saw Jesse standing there with a bag that looked to be filled with some sort of takeout. You suddenly became hyper aware of how little food was in your system. He offered a smile through the partially open door. At least he was making eye contact with you now.

“I noticed that you were still here before I went out to get dinner,” he said. “I figured you’d be hungry.”

“Thank you! I am. I actually just realized I skipped lunch,” you said with a nervous laugh as he moved further into the office to set the bag of food down. He pulled up a chair from one of the other desks so that he was sitting next to you at yours. You hoped he couldn’t pick up on how incredibly fast your heart was beating.

“You’re gonna eat in here?” you asked him. Part of you was happy he chose to spend any time with you at all. This was probably the longest amount of time you’d spent in the same room since you were in elementary school--save for Monday of course. Another part of you was terrified. You’d already been embarrassed enough at the beginning at the week.

“Yeah, why?” he asked, pulling various cartons of chinese food out of the bag.

“Just curious…” you trailed off, grabbing a random box as well as one of the sets of chopsticks. The two of you ate in silence for a while--horribly awkward silence that made you want to rip your hair out--until you noticed you had emptied your box of vegetables while you’d been staring at the wall. This really took the cake for the most uncomfortable meal of your life.

“Rough day?” he asked, still poking at whatever he’d chosen as he watched you dump your empty box back into the white takeout bag. He noticed you wince slightly as you lifted your arm. He was right. It had been a rough day.

“You would know,” you let out a dry laugh. “You’re the one that assigned me all the work.”

“I apologize about that,” he said. You could see the amusement that danced behind his eyes.

“No, no. It’s fine,” you sputtered out. “I’m the one that applied to be here.”

“Still,” he started. “It’s only your first week. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staying later than everyone else. You work later every day but it seems like you’re gonna be here for a while.”

“I mean, it’s whatever,” you said trying to force down the heat that rose to your cheeks.

“It’s not whatever. I’ve been very happy with all the work you’ve done so far. How about I repay you for your time?” he said, gesturing for you to stand up. Hesitantly, you stood up from the chair only for him to move it out of the way, standing in its place.

“Trust me,” he whispered into your ear as he brushed all of your hair over your opposite shoulder. The cold air hitting your exposed neck forced a chill down your spine. Well, that and Jesse’s breath fanning over the small patch of skin.

“Okay,” you muttered as you felt him place his hands on your shoulders. When you walked into work this morning, a massage from your boss really was the last thing you were expecting. It wasn’t like you were complaining, though. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of his hands on your body once or twice since Monday.

His thick fingers worked wonders on your shoulders. You mumbled out some joke about him going into the wrong career field, which earned a short laugh from him, before you felt his thumb apply the perfect amount of pressure to a spot on your shoulder blade. The moan you let out sounded almost pornographic and you would’ve been flustered had his hands not felt so good.

You ended up having to grab the table with your right hand to steady yourself as he dug his fingers into the various knots and tension in your back. It was a struggle keeping your moans at bay when his hands hit the right spots. The whole thing felt inherently innocent until you felt one of his hands slip lower and lower so that it was resting on your lower back.

Jesse felt his cock twitch in his slacks when he noticed how tightly you were gripping the table. Surely you had to be as turned on from this as he was. He could practically feel it. But he couldn’t let it escalate any further. He was your boss.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, lips centimeters away from the nape of your neck. His hand shifted from the small of your back so that it was lightly digging into the skin of your hip.

“Don’t stop,” you said, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder as his other hand quickly moved to hike up your skirt. He let out a small groan when he noticed you had on another garter belt--this one was white and attached to a sheer pair of matching stockings. His cock was straining against his briefs at this point. Leaning you forward, he had you partially bent over the desk so that he could bunch the skirt fully up at your waist. You silently thanked JJ for not doing the laundry when you asked him to. The only pair of panties you had left were the extremely lacy lingerie he’d gifted you as a gag gift when you both graduated high school.

“These are nice,” he hummed, more to himself than to you, the tip of his finger running along the hemline. The thin fabric was probably soaked through at that point and it took everything in your power to not clench your thighs around the knee he’d placed between your legs to keep you spread.

“Please,” you said after a few minutes of him tracing the various hems and lines of your undergarments. He’d spent entirely too much time fiddling with the tops of your stockings for your taste. It was driving you insane.

“What do you want?” he tutted, leaning forward so that his chest was pressed up against your back. You were incredibly thankful he’d shut the door on this way in, even if you were the last two in the building. A soft gasp fell from your lips when you felt him cup your cunt with a full palm.

“Touch me,” you breathed. The feeling of having him so close, surrounding you, was sending your mind into a haze. You felt like you were floating.

“Mmm, is that what you want?” he asked. “You want me to touch you?”

“More than anything,” you admitted. He used two fingers to circle your clit through your panties. His breath was hot against your neck and the hand that wasn’t on your pussy was wrapped around your midriff to keep you pressed against him.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked. You nodded. “There’s no one else here. You can be as loud as you want. Can you do that for me? Can you let me hear how good I’m making you feel?”

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you felt him pull away from you. The loss of contact on the throbbing bundle of nerves left you feeling empty. You felt the cold air hit your slick before you even registered the fact that he’d tugged your underwear halfway down your legs. Goosebumps rose under his touch as he dragged his index finger up your leg until it was resting just under your entrance.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, voice shaky. You thought you’d made it obscenely clear you wanted him in any possible fashion but apparently not.

“Please,” the urge to call him Jesse was on the tip of your tongue but you didn’t want to push your luck. “Sir.”

He delved his index finger into you first, testing the waters. After a few short pumps, he pushed his middle finger in as well. The further he stuffed his fingers in, the more desperate you were to clench your thighs around him. He clicked his tongue each time you did, lightly tapping your bare ass with his free hand.

“Stop fidgeting. You’ll take what I give you,” he tutted, curling the two fingers that were inside of you as he wrapped his right hand back around your midsection.

“Oh,” you whined as you felt him roll your clit between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand still rapidly moving in and out of your hole. You could already feel your orgasm approaching. Fast.

“You gonna cum? I can feel it,” he said. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

The noise that left your mouth as your orgasm washed over you sounded almost inhuman. He cooed softly in your ear as he helped you ride everything out. A small string of curses fell from your lips when he pulled his fingers out of you, stepping back so that you could turn around and face him. He tapped the two fingers that had been inside you twice on your bottom lip.

“Open,” he said. You complied, allowing him to slip both digits into your mouth. “Good girl.”

It took everything in Jesse’s power to not force you to your knees right then and there. He was salivating at the thought of your tongue circling around his cock the way it was going around his fingers. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Not today at least.

“I should let you get back to work,” Jesse said as you slipped your panties back up, smoothing your skirt down over them. The sudden shift in atmosphere shouldn’t have surprised you. What was supposed to happen when you let your boss finger you over your desk?

“Right,” you said, grabbing your chair that had been pushed across the room so you could get settled back at your desk again. You didn’t have anything left to do today but you were gonna make sure he was out of sight before you left the building.

“Right,” he repeated, drying his fingers off on his dress pants before stepping out of the small office.

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years ago

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Part two of ‘We Were On A Break!’

Natasha Romanoff X reader

Words: 2,286

Warnings: Loneliness? Longing, insecurities, slight adult themes, but mainly just fluff. A kinda shit ending.

Request: Yes. You guys wanted a part 2 and here it is!

Summary: You never stopped waiting.

A/N: You may ask me if I combined both the Pentatonix version and Micheal Buble’s version. And I would have to say, yes. Yes, I did.

(Not My GIF)

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I'll be home for Christmas

You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents by the tree

06:43 PM. Christmas Eve.

Touching down at the snow-coated JFK Airport made Natasha more anxious than she had expected. But this was a form of anxiety unlike any that she had felt before. This one was filled with excitement, at what waited at home.

You.

In all your wonderful glory.

Oh, how she had missed you.

Natasha had had a lot of time to think while she was away on the God-forsaken mission. One she wished Nick would have given to someone else. Maybe some rookie who was just growing into their boots, and had only been on a few missions before. God knows it was easy enough for them, it was just long. That perhaps was why Nick wanted her to do it. But that didn’t stop Natasha from hating his decision. That was one of the things that frequently flew into her busy mind.

The mission, of course, was still on her mind most of the time. Albeit more so thinking of ways to make the darn thing go faster.

Which it did not.

The mission had lasted for six years.

Six fucking years.

But hey! You know what they say? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. That saying sure was true for Natasha. She just hoped, with everything she had, that it had been true for you, too. And that her fear of you getting sick of waiting, moving on with your life with someone else by your side, was only a sick little thought that her mind dreamt up.

Seventy-four months.

Three-hundred and twenty-five weeks.

Two-thousand, Two-hundred and seventy-seven days.

Fifty-four-thousand, six-hundred and sixty-one hours.

Three million, two-hundred and seventy-nine- thousand, seven-hundred and seven minutes.

To the dot.

Like I said. She had a lot of time to think.

Natasha would lay in bed at night, counting the days, hours, minutes, hell even seconds, that she was away from you. She didn't know when she was returning to you and your hopefully awaiting arms. So, this was the next “best” thing. And when that was done, her mind would fill with you.

What you were doing. Who you were doing it with. The things that had changed. The things that didn’t. Memories of the things you've done together. And daydreams of the things you haven't. The very same things that Natasha planned on experiencing with you the moment she got back.

That’s all that ran through her mind during those six years.

And now she was back. And holy fuck was she excited.

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up.”

You felt a pressure on your chest, pushing you up and down on the mattress, in excitement. Not unlike how a child would.

You grunted out, turning your face to cuddle more into your soft pillow.

“Y/N,” the voice said, full of laughter. With hand’s tugging at your shirt, to try and get you up. Only making you huff out in annoyance, every time you were tugged up an inch or two, “Baby, please wake up.”

The body above you was now content to lay upon you, brushing their thumb over your lips, stopping every now and then to place a quick peck on them.

“Natasha, what do you want?” you groaned sleepily.

“I want you to get up.”

“What time is it?” You peaked an eye open to look upon you red-headed girlfriends beautiful face. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were still tired. And yet. To you, she still looked like the most beautiful person in the world.

“It’s six twenty-two.”

You groaned again, flinging your head back. “Why won't you just let me sleep?!”

“Because it’s Christmas day.” Natasha smiled excitedly, which caused your heart to swoon. Knowing how much she loved the holidays because she never celebrated them as a child, or even when she was older. Once she had met Clint, her love slowly started to grow. Then she joined the Avengers, which only accelerated it more. But once she had met you. It was like every ounce of excitement she was deprived of, came flooding out of her.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Is it?” Natasha nodded happily.

You sighed, “Well, then I best get up, huh?”

Natasha grinned at you, before leaning down and pressing a heavy kiss upon your lips.

Your eyes widened when she pulled away, jumping from the bed, to make her way out of the room, calling over her shoulder, “C’mon, I’m cooking breakfast.”

“No!!” You jolted up. “Don’t you dare go near that kitchen!”

I'll be home for Christmas

You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents by the tree

The first Christmas without Natasha hurt, just like you expected it too.

It had only been three months since she had left for the mission, you had missed her more and more every day. And as soon as the holidays came around, it was almost unbearable how much you missed her.

But you weren’t completely alone.

All of the Avengers had their own plans around Christmas, but they always thought about you. Knowing you would end up spending it all alone if they did nothing about it. But, lucky for you, you had some of the best, most caring friends in the world.

Throughout the whole holiday season, they would invite you drag you along with them to join in on their festivities.

You spent Thanksgiving with Sam’s family. You remember smiling so brightly at all the young children, who looked at you like you were one of the greatest people in the world, just because you were an Avenger. Sam got jealous real quick, stating, “I’m your family. Why don't you act like this with me?” to which they said something along the lines of, “We’re used to you.” and, “But you’re a nerd.”

That was a fun day.

Wanda would drag you to a quaint and quiet coffee shop, hidden from most of New York, and have a warm drink and some cookies there, before going for a walk around Central Park.

You along with Bucky, helped Steve decorate his apartment. It took longer than you would have liked. But as a ‘thank you’ Steve bought you all food, and you ate it while talking to them about their Christmas’s, back in the olden days.

Thor didn’t really understand Christmas. But he still knew how much you had been missing Natasha this time of year, so he did what he thought best. Went to Bruce for help. That turned out to be a very good idea. Because you spent a full weekend with the men. Watching Christmas movies. And chuckling at how invested Thor was, in every single one of them.

Christmas day was the busiest, by far. But that's exactly what you needed.

First, you would wake up at Tony’s place. After spending Christmas Eve at the cabin with him and his family. Then you would have Christmas dinner with Clint and his family, before giving the kids the gifts you bought them. Before finally returning home, and having Carol force her way into your apartment with her space cat, dropping her off to “keep you company”, or so she said. You just think she got tired of Goose eating the leftovers, so piled the ginger onto you, then flying off back home after a long hug.

Goose wasn't all that bad.

You spent Christmas night with her on your chest, as you reminisced about your holidays with Natasha.

And that’s where you lay now, on the couch, a holiday movie playing in the background, as the cat purred away on your chest. Your hand idly stroking through her soft fur, eyes closed, remembering.

Six years later.

Still waiting.

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams

Laughter flowed throughout the room.

Your laughter to be exact.

There Natasha stood, in the doorway of your shared bedroom, a short as all hell Santa costume clinging to her body, capturing every single one of her curves. Her hair was let down in waves, with a Santa hat sat atop, as to finish off the look.

“Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry. It’s just, that I never expected to see you, dressed up like this.”

“Do you not like it?” Natasha asked, suddenly self-conscious. As she rolled her shoulders and tugged the skirt of the dress down some, altho it did nothing to hide her body, before wrapping her arms around herself.

At this, you jumped up from where you lay on the bed, moving over to Natasha and holding her arms in your hands, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh there.

“Now I did not say that.” A kiss to her cheek. “I think you look amazing.”

“So, you do like it?” Natasha asked, as her arms moved to circle around your neck.

“Does a bear shit on the woods?”

Natasha had to close her eyes because she rolled them so hard, shaking her head at you.

“You just had to say the least sexy thing ever, didn't you?”

Humming, you moved to pepper kisses down Natasha’s neck. “Don't worry. I can easily bring it back.”

“I know you can,” Natasha groaned. Walking you back to the bed and pushing you onto it, before straddling you. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.” You smirked.

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams

07:22 PM. Christmas Eve.

The walk towards your green painted apartment door, had Natasha growing more and more anxious.

Of course, she couldn't wait to see you, hold you again, to have you wrap your arms around her body. To have you by her side.

Natasha had missed the bones of you, and she wasn't going to let you go again. Not for anything this world, or any other, would throw her way.

But there were still those lingering thoughts in the back of her head, the ones that made dread tingle up and down her spine. What if you had moved on with your life? What if you didn’t live there no more? What if you met someone else, and when she walked in, she would see stuff that she didn’t recognise as hers? What if-? What if-? What if-?

Before she knew it, Natasha was stood in front of your door. Hoping her key would work as she pushed it in, she turned it.

It works.

A bright smile lit up on Natasha’s face. Giving her some hope, that she knew she didn’t need.

The door swung open, showing the homely apartment to her. Her belongings adorned with yours, filled the rooms.

Oh, thank, God!

The pictures with you two together still adorned the place.

And then she knew. She knew you were still hers, and she was still yours.

Taking a hesitant step into the home, Natasha listened to the Christmas film playing from the tv in the living room. She carefully placed her duffel, which held all of her belongings from the past six years inside, down beside the door, sliding her boots off beside it. Continuing her way into the apartment, nothing but you on her mind.

Then she found you.

Natasha stopped in her tracks, seeing you once again startling her slightly, in the best way possible. Tears pooled in her eyes as she watched you doze on the couch, with a ginger cat, Carol’s cat, sprawled out on your chest.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had to touch you. Hold you. Kiss you. Anything! As long as she was next to you.

The cat gave a sweet, but slightly annoyed, little ‘mrrp’ when she was placed onto the chair next to the couch.

“Sorry, Goose,” Natasha whispered to the cat, that now glared her way.

Laying herself atop you lightly, Natasha began peppering your neck and face with slow kisses, whispering your name between each one. After a little while of this, your eyes slowly opened, only for your vision to be filled with Natasha's stunning face.

“Natasha?!” you yelped, sitting up quickly, almost causing said red-head to fall off your lap. But luckily, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders before she could.

“Hey, baby,” Natasha cooed.

Your eyes, as well as hers, filled with tears once again, continuing to flow down your cheeks.

Starting forward, you clasped your lips over hers, kissing her for all the kisses you missed, thanks to your time away from one another. Feeling the same intensity flow from her.

“Am I dreaming?” you mumbled against Natasha’s full lips.

Ouch!

She pinched you. She really pinched you.

You playfully glared at a smirking Natasha, as you rubbed your arm.

“Does that answer your question?”

You didn’t grace her with an answer. Only pulling her back in for another forceful kiss. Natasha muttering promises, that she was never going to leave you again, this is what she wanted. You. And nothing else.

And you believed her. Why wouldn't you?

From now on. You would have Natasha back by your side. Just like you had dreamed of, for the past six years.

The rest of the night was spent doing nothing but holding the other, kissing, touching. Just being together.

And tomorrow? You didn’t know what you would do.

But none of that mattered.

You had Natasha back.

And she had you.

Finally.

And she was never leaving again.

If only in my dreams

#original work #original fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #marvel #MCU

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aspiestvmusings · 4 years ago

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ZEP PARALLELS: S2 vs S1

POSSIBLE SPOILERS?

WARNING: Super long post.

Parallels & Similarities (and differences) between S1 & S2

Includes episodes 2x01, 2x02, 2x03:

2x01 Zoeys Extraordinary Return

Wake-up songs/Zoey & Mo: Opening the season with Zoey being woken up by Mo singing "in real life" & waking her up. "Rise up" in 2x01 AND "Angel of the Morning/Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" in 1x01. We first see Zoey in her bedroom. And the first two characters we meet are Zoey & Mo.

Zoey + baby: In both premieres Zoey has an encounter with a baby. In 2x01 we see her interact with her brother's son (the new baby, Miles) VS in 1x01 she encounters new mom with a baby on the cable car during the first ever big musical number she experiences (Help!) #whenwillshestarttohearthebabysheartsongs

Clarkeman & Coffee: The first Zoey/Max scene/interactions happens over "coffee break before work". In 2x01 we see them meting up for a coffee on a park bench before she heads over to work VS in 1x01 we see them getting coffee at the cofee bar on their way to work. In both scenes Max, her best friend, encourages/supports her (you will get the promotion VS it's a shield...to shield you from the world when you need it").

Jumping to conclusions: In 2x01 Zoey assumes that Max giving her the small jewelry box means he's proposing ("Relax, I'm not proposing") VS In 1x02 Zoey assumes that Max is asking her on a romantic dinner date, when he tells her he won the lottery to the restaurant they both love. ("Thursday night. Is it a date?" / "Is it a date?" "No! I just mean like can you go?")

Legs up!: Peoples legs getting close to Zoey's face during big musicals numbers: Leif's & Simon's during "Hello Dolly" in 2x01 at the 4th floor bullpen VS Joan's during "Satisfaction" in the elevator in 1x03.

Promotion: In 1x01 Zoey wants the promotion & has an "interview" with Joan to get it VS in 2x01 she does not want the new job (added responsibility, when she jsut wants to "lay low") but Joan just asks her to take it. And by the end of the episode she gets the promotion/accepts the promotion, and we see her "first day at work on the new job". And in both episodes she has a competitor - Leif, who is also interested in a promotion.

Interesting: In 2x01 Mo tells Zoey "So the powers are back - you're interesting again!" VS 1x01 when she tells him about her new superpower Mo tells Zoey: "This is the 1st thing I find remotely interesting about you".

Mo is the honest friend: In 2x01 Mo speaks the honest truth... which is what Zoey actually needs to hear JUST LIKE he has been doing throughout S1. He might not always say the nicest things, but he's alwyas honest. And its what Zoey's character needs. (eg. Mo knows that she just lost her dad & it's a hard time for her, but her problems are still not bigger than everyone elses. Or like he calls her out on her chase/hesitation over the two teams in S1)

Tech-savvy Zoey to the rescue: In 2x01 Zoey uses her tech skills to "hack into Mitch's e-mail account" when her mom can't find the password & access it for info she needs (that dad left them) VS in1x03 Zoey comes up with a way to communicate with Mitch... (after David comes up with the Yes/No buzzer) & creates a computer program which allows him to type his answers using a mouse.

Etsy: In 2x01 Joan tells Zoey "I like your sweater, its cute that you shop at Etsy" VS in 1x01 Tobin tells Zoey: "I thought you would be doing each others nails & buying matching tote-bags off Etsy in there."

Blessing or curse? In 1x12 Zoey told her dad that she has chosen to look at her musical power more like a "gift/blessing" (it allowed her to communicate with dad, helped her form bonds with others, help people...) and she said she's not minding the big musical numbers the way she used to. She even considers they're helpin g her instead. VS in 2x01 she tells Mo that she hopes the power won't return & when it does, she finds it "overwhelming" & cannot deal with any of it.

Bottling it up: In 2x01 George sings "Don't cry out loud. Just keep it inside. And learn how to hide your feelings." That song is as much about George's feelings about being the new guy, as it is another reference to Zoey's state of mind VS in 1x01 we learn that both Zoey & Simon keep their grief emotions bottled up (and they should not). As the dilogue from the Pilot already told us: Zoey: "Are you talking to anyone about this?" Simon: "Other than you? No. I've become a real expert of bottling my shame & pain, and hiding it from the world." Zoey: "I'm not an expert on this or anything, but you cant just keep it in."

Family & Grief: The Clarke family all singing "Carry on" & sitting down the table to eat dinner together at the end of 2x01... with a happy note about the future in their minds VS The Clarke family all singing "American Pie" on the funeral day at the end of 1x12, and all sitting at the living room (on the coach, chairs)...with a sad note about the present in their minds.

The premiere episodes end with a "surprise" Max (and Zoey) "twist": ep 1x01 ends with a surprise heart song from Max which makes Zoey & the viewers aware of his feelings for her VS 2x01 ends with a surprise decision from Zoey where she "chooses Max". Also parallels to 1x12: in both 2x01 & 1x12 Zoey comes onto/kisses Max as he's telling her about his new outlook on life & business ideas. In both cases she's (partly) trying to forget grieving her dad, and needs him for the distraction. Both endings were "sudden" & "unexpected"

Family picture wall: In 2x01 Maggie is holding baby Miles (her grandson) & "showing him" the family photos on the wall VS in 1x01 Zoey sees her & dad's reflection on the picture on the wall...as Mitch first communictes with her... by singing his first heart song to her.

Move forward: Zoey's words to Max about the business plans & their relationship actually apply as much to herself and her grief as they do for this situation: "You should absolutely move forward with it" & "You always have to move forward"

2x02 Zoeys Extraordinary Distraction [+ (base)balls]

Hooking up: In 2x02 Zoey says to Max "we have been hooking up for the last 5 minutes" VS in 1x12 she tells her dad "I just hooked up with my best friend". In both cases Zoey makes the first move & kisses Max. In both hooking up scenes the popcorn is forgotten...

She/They both want to believe she's feeling the moment & is ready, but it is mostly just one coping mechanism... her way of distracting herself from the grief. Cause in no way has she shown signs of actually choosing him. [what dawned on the characters only 2 weeks later was obvious to viewers before they "got together" aka the moment she "chose him"]

We saw her pick a team, but there have been no actual reasons or feelings expressed by her why she chose him (the reasons she gave in "act five" were about her needing him at the moment, not about why or how she really feels about him). The writing has still not included her POV & her sharing her feelings (cause she’s not ready for that...yet) They gave small glimpses during few scenes, but no real look into it.

Get out!: Tobin being kicked out of the meeting by DMD/Zoey - "Get out, Tobin"/"Would you like to get out, Tobin?" AND Zoey getting kicked out from the makeover night by Mo - "Get out!" / "Girl, I don't care that you look like Rafiki. Get out!"

That came out wrong: Zoey told Simon in 2x02 about making his job not so easy "I am gonna ride you so...hard... Nope, that came out wrong"...She adds the last part as she hears herself say the words. VS Tobin was talking about being commited to work in 1x08 by saying "Hardworking, committed, serious. Watch how fast I nail this. Speaking of nailing... Nope, not gonna make the joke.." He adds the last part as he hears himself say the words

Food stealer: Zoey "I steal food from my best friends plate/bowl" Clarke. She ate from his plate during their dinner date at her place. And then she ate from his cereal bowl during the Clarke family breakfast "the morning after".

Older siblings: Jenna's is the less successful older sibling/sister (2x02) just like Leif is the less successful older sibling/brother (1x05). They both feel like "not enough" compared to their younger sibling(s), who they feel are more "perfect".

Cardigan buddies: Leif & Zoey: cardigan buddies! Interestingly these two are the two 4th Floor Team members, who are most similar: both have a bike/like cycling (Leif often hs his bicyle helmet on his desk, so he rides a bike to work & Zoey has a bike in her apartment). Both love to wear cardigans, and the wardrobe department often has them in matching outfits/colours...Same this week. Both were/are the team members, who are in many ways "biggest messes" (most awkward), but both had/have the most ambition...they wanted and got the promotions. Both struggled in their new manager position..at first (and got help and good advice from their boss).

Team Leaders: Leif doing all the work alone (and exhausting himself...because he wants to be liked & hasn't yet settled into his new role as team leader... He has to learn to be their boss, ot just their buddy...to get the team listen & for there to be teamwork) VS Zoey doing all the work alone (pre-S1 when she wanted the promotion +) during S1 when she had just become the boss: sending everyone home, cause they "didn't try hard enough", and fixing all the issues alone... VS Mo wanting to do it all alone in his early 20s (when he took over the project he had been working on with his best friend, cause "he's too good at goobyes") Both struggled with the new job, both got help/advice from their boss (Zoey from Joan & Leif from Zoey)

Sleeping at work: Lief being woken up by Zoey in 2x03 after he falls asleep when pulling an all-night at work (working all night) VS Simon waking up Zoey in 1x02 after she falls asleep at work (behind her desk) after pulling an all-nighter alone.

Leif's pants: In 2x02 Zoey tells Leif "Dust off your slim-fitting chinos" VS in S1 Joan makes a comment on Leif's pants. [I cannot remember the ep number right now]

Go big or go home!: We found out Mitch's/Zoey’s dads motto in S1. It's "bigger moments, bigger memories" AND In 2x02 Zoey goes for the "bigger moment" - she tailors their first time together to suit Max's wishes (it should be special: the swan & rose petals are more for him than her) VS In 1x07 Max organizes a flash mob to confess his love for Zoey (something she as her dad's daughter secretly appreciates). She calls it unexpected & amazing & while she runs, its not cause she does not appreciate the "big gesture". The only reason she is overwhelmed & runs is because she is doing everything in her power to bottle up her feelings towards Max (1x06 ending proved she has feelings for him) & she did not want to deal with them at the moment. (the flashmob is more his style, but she is not opposed to it)

Come here: Max saying "Come here" to Zoey in the 2x02 dinner date scene at her place & during act five bedroom scene AND Max saying the same line "Come here" to Zoey in 1x12 during the "All of me/Pitbull" scene.

Mix of songs: In 2x02 during the Z/M bedroom scene the scene switched between different songs & tones (romantic/ballad vs comic/neutral baseball song VS romantic mutual duet) VS in 1x12 during the Z/M movie night turned more scene the scene switched between different songs & tones (romantic/ballad vs comic/fast song)

Dueting: In 2x02 Zoey joins Max for "A Moment Like This" during Act 5. She chooses to duet with him, becuase she feels the same way as he does. VS in 1x08 Max joins Zoey for "Pressure" at the CHIRP meeting... salvaging the presentation, when she involuntarely sings the songs (cause of the "glitch").

Opera songs + Sex: In 2x02 Zoey & Max are distracted by Mo singing opera & it's ruining the specialness of them trying to "do the nasty" VS in 1x04 Max sings opera the morning after he & Autumn "make their first love"

It’s a very not next-level move: In 2x02 during the morning after Max & Zoey are "caught" by her mom/family, and though it is awkward for a moment (because they seem to be surprised by the sudden change), meeting the family/parents does not seem such a next-level move, because Max has been kind-of part of the family for a while already. VS 1x05 where Max tells Zoey that meeting Autum's parents (he was dating her at the time) seems like such a next-level move, and she was not ready for any of it. VS all the times we saw Max interact with Zoeys family... in 1x02 with Mitch, in 1x06 helping the family with Mitch, in 1x12 with Maggie...

2x03 Zoeys Extraordinary Dreams [+ eggs]

NASA/Space theme: Zoey's NASA/space themed PJs and Tees + all the space references in both her childhood bedroom and her current apartment (telescope, posters, etc)

Musical nightmares/Dreams: In 2x03 Zoey is having a recurring nightmare where in the end she faces herself while the song "Nowhere to Run" plays #allbymyself VS in 1x02 Zoey was having a much happier weird dream...with a twist ending while the song "I've Got the Music in Me" plays

A sad Emma Stone Halloween costume: Black PJs Zoey wears in the nightmare in 2x03 are the same ones she wears in 2x01 on the last day of her time off. The look Mo calls "a sad Emma Stone Halloween costume" (as he suggests she put on some colours instead)

Coach & Photo on the wall: Basically the only items in the empty Clarke house during Zoeys nightmare are the coach (where Mitch used to sit all the time & where Zoey/the family sat in S1 finale...the day the music died) & the picture on the wall (where she saw Mitch reflection the first time he sang to her/communicated with her). Her nightmare/dance are directed at those objects.

Breaking glass: In 2x03 George breaks the glass wall/window of Zoey's/The bosses office when the team plays baseball at the office VS in 1x02 Zoey breaks the glass award/throphy in Simons office when she throws the american football ball. George & Zoey aka "I'm terrible around glass" people

On repeat: Zoey being hunted by the same nightmare/dream throughout the episode in 2x03... until she stopped trying to avoid them and talked about them/did something about it VS Zoey being haunted by the same song "(I Can't get no) Satisfaction" thoughtout episode 1x03... until she stopped avoiding it and helped Joan.

I can't get no sleep: Zoey not sleeping because of the nigtmares she's having VS David/Emily not getting any sleep because of the baby (most new parents are sleep-deprived, because babies don't always have the same sleep-schedule as adults do)

Mitch's/Zoey's spot on the coach: Zoey sitting on the coach with a blank look on her face at the end of "Nowhere to Run" nightmare VS Zoey sitting on the coach with a sad look on her face at the end of "American Pie" in 1x12 [in the nightmare shes sitting at MItch's spot, in s1 finale she's looking at the empty spot next to her]

Red dress: The red dress the OTHER Zoey is wearing in her nightmare as she opens her door VS The (same) red dress Zoey is wearing as she & her dad dance as instrumental version of "True Colours" is playing in 1x12 (as he's dying). Same dress.

Too much on her plate: Zoey taking on too many responsibilities and not being able to handle it. In S2 she is living the post-loss stage of grief + she's taken the new promotion and added jobs and responsibilities + she is avoiding dealing with her issues + she has started a new relationship (she is not ready for, actually) + she keeps hearing heart songs which kinda help her with knowing what others feel, but it's also distracting and overwhelming to her "reducing stress is a little tricky since I've taken over the 4th floor & have 10-times the respnsibility now"] VS in S1 she is dealing with losing her father soon + she's taken the new promotion and added job responsibilities + she is avoiding dealing with her own issues ("face her father") + she is helping people whose heart songs she hears. In S2 it kinda culminates in ep 3, in S1 it kinda culminated in ep 8. when she says "How do I do that? Because helping myself would mean taking a vacation from Sprk Point, or curing my father's disease."

Manager advice: In 2x03 Zoey asks Simon advice about how to manage all the extra work & he tells her about delegating work (sharing responsibiities) VS in 1x02 Zoey asks/gets help from Simon on how to manage the team (and still get to go home on time/get all the work done on time)

Not the right person to help: In 2x03 Zoey wants to hep her mom, but she feels like she's not the right person to do that, because she has no insight into the topic (does not know anything about landscaping & art) + she would probbly not have the time or energy right now, cause she has so much other things going on... VS in 1x11 she wants to help her mom, but feels since she has no personal experience (has not lost a husband of 4-years), she is not the right person to help her. Both times a heart-song heps her find the right person (in her opinion) for the job. In 2x03 it's Jenna, in 1x11 it was Deb.

No communication: In S2 & 2x03 Zoey is not really opening up to Max, but she is communicating her feelings to him...somewhat. Telling him about her nightmares/dreams, and that they're affecting her. Though not really going too much into the experience (because she hopes they will magically disappear if she wishes they will...) VS In S1 Zoey avoided opening up to Max & sharing her feelings with him more. Though she still uses the same tactics - trying to keep it all inside, and avoid dealing with her feelings and grief and everything related to it (hoping that if she avoids it then it doesn't exist...even if she probably knows that this is not how any of it works). She's trying to share a bit more with him, her best friend, but at the same time she is still bottling it all up inside...

My heart song does not mean what you think it means: In 2x03 Max says to Zoey after she hears a heart song from him (which he assumes might be that he is "jealous" that she talks to Simon, her grief-buddy at work about her personal life & nightmares) that "People can have a lot of thoughts in their heads without meaning them. / You can't read into it." VS Zoey's quote: "I don't know what that song is saying exactly what we think its saying" & "You can't be mad at me for singing a song I didn't mean to sing" in 1x08.

Dinner Date gone wrong: In 2x03 Max tries to cook a home-made dinner for Zoey (at her mom's place), but when she hears him singing a heart song it leads to an "argument" between the two and he leaves VS in 1x10 Simon tries to cook a home-made dinner for Zoey (at his new place), but when she hears him singing a heart song it leads to an "argument" and her leaving.

PS. Based on Zoey's reaction the song is either "Say Something" (because a person sings theei song until Zoey responds/helps..and she only did at the end of the episode) OR it's a reprise of a certain song fro S1 (but if I'm right not a song you'd expect) OR ... it's a completely different song... that we would not expect. And based on Zoeys reaction & the shows choice not to show/tell us the song... it has to be a "surprise", and if it would be simply "he's feeling jealous over Z/S grief connection" or if it was "Say Something"...that would not be a twist, but since I expect this to be setting up a future story, it'd be not very creative writing if it was one of these options. Which is why I have a theory... (I'm not sure about the song... I'm not even sure the showrunner/writer has decided yet... but I have a guess on the "theme/feelings")

Timing is off: In 2x03 Zoey & Max decide to put their new relationship on hold until she is ready...to give her time to grieve and work through the emotions VS in 1x10 Zoey & Simon decide to put breaks on their relationshop-to-be until he is ready... to give him time to work through his emotions.

Say Something/Happier: In S2/2x03 Zoey & Max are in a relationhip, but they do not communicate well. Because she does not open up to him about her grief & "he does not know how to help cause he has not had the same experience" VS in S1/1x05-1x09 Simon & Jessica are in a relationship, but they do not communicate well. Because he does not open up to her about his grief & she does not know how to help cause she has not had the same experience.

While there are similarieties in the storylines, there are also differences. S/J let the third party in the relationship, grief, get between them and it drove them apart, cause they stayed together until it broke them apart. Z/M came to a mature decision to not let the third party in the relationship defy them, they took a break so the grief would not end up breaking them apart.

PS. While we've ony seen the start of this storyline, I do believe that this is where it's going. They're not gonna repeat S/Js mistake, but instead they will "learn from it", and by deciding to take some time now they will be ready to continue where they left off once she's ready. Cause they both made the false assumption in 2x01 that she was ready. They were heading toward S/J, but theyre kinda trying to avoid that by the decisoon in 2x03.

Grief therapist: In S2 Simon is Zoey's grief councelor/therapist... he gives solid advice to her about her grief and how to deal with her feelings/emotions VS In S1 Zoey was Simon's grief councelor/therapist...she gave him often pretty solid advice about grief and how to deal with the situations. The roles have reversed.

Mind-reader: In 2x03 Max brings up the topic that he is unconfortable how Zoey can just "read his mind" and know everything he thinks & feels (have insight into how he feels...also about her), while he has no idea what she thinks/how she feels...because she won't really share. VS 2x02 When in Act 5 he says he'd like to know what she's thinking/feeling & she tells him what she's feeling VS 1x07 when Max bring up the fact that he is uncomfortable with her knowing how he thinks while he has no insight into her mind (after which she promises 100% honesty to him.... that she'll be open with him... which to this day she has not been able to really do) VS 1x04 when Mo expresses concern that she can read other people thoughts & he's not okay with her having insight into his private thoughts & feelings.

Time apart: In 2x03 Zoey puts some space between herself & Max, when they agree to take a break, cause she's not done grieving/not ready for a relationship VS In 1x02 Zoey puts space between her & Max when she sets him up with their barista in the previous episode (because she is not ready to let herself even consider romantic path between them, so she "fixes it")

THE END...for now

#ZEP #ZOEY'S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST #SPOILER #ZOEYS PLAYLIST #LIST POST #LONG POST #TEXT POST #CLARKEMAN #ZOMAX #ZAX #detained #PARALLELS #ZEP S1 #S1 vs S2 #ZEP S2

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Muay Thai: 1.11

“Nairi! Over here!”

Nairi turned automatically at the sound of Linden’s voice and saw her waving from across the room. Linden was fresh-faced and her hair was newly cropped and dyed; a deeper, richer red that matched her lipstick. She’d also taken the corner table and was sitting with her back to the room, the chair for Nairi free on the other side.

Her lip twitched up despite herself as she took the seat against the wall. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” said Linden cheerfully. “I grabbed us some drinks and a couple of big soups. No bacon in yours, I checked.” She was grinning as she said it, poking the very tip of her tongue under her two front teeth and tilting her head to the side. The light filtering through the window next to them made her eyes seem very round and bright.

“Thanks,” said Nairi, shrugging her jacket off and taking a moment to hang it over the back of her chair, using the movement as an excuse to drag her eyes away from Linden’s too-blue gaze. “I never really know what to get.”

Though the limited options of most vegetarian menus usually made that decision for her. Linden seemed to agree with her, nudging her foot against Nairi’s under the table. “Don’t think too hard about it. Veg options are nice and I’m enjoying the start of hot soup weather, you know?”

Nairi gave her a small smile as she looked back, and she bumped her foot back against Linden’s. “Isn’t it always soup weather?”

“Nope!” said Linden, her grin widening. “C’mon, you’re telling me you want soup and hot things in the middle of August? It’s nearly Christmas, embrace the season.”

“It’s not like it stops being fall as soon as it’s the first, though,” said Nairi, her mouth twitching. “It takes a little to set in.”

Linden wrinkled her nose at her across the table. “Oh, come on, have some fun. Surely you and Aggy have started getting into like, cosy nights in with blankets and sweaters and shit instead of fun nights out on the town, or whatever?”

“I think you’re overestimating how much Agatha likes to go out to start with,” said Nairi.

Linden snorted, her grin a little ugly. “You don’t say?”

Nairi was halfway to asking what she meant by that, but they were interrupted by the arrival of their food. The soups were in deep, broad bowls with side dishes of toasted bread, and Linden had also ordered a cheese board, and tall, sweet sparkling drinks with fruit in them. It looked surprisingly tasty—Nairi had never really considered herself to be the kind of person who ate like this.

The waitress left after depositing the last dish, and she looked back across at Linden. “You’re enjoying the start of winter then? With your uh, poet boy, I mean—sweaters and blankets and nights in?”

Linden laughed, tugging her soup closer and immediately digging in, stirring the swirl of cream around the bowl. “Simon’s not really the ‘cuddling’ type,” she said dismissively.

“Hmm, I’m having a hard time picturing you on the couch in a boyfriend hoodie,” said Nairi lightly, pushing her soup around with the spoon.

Linden’s mouth twitched. “Speak for yourself, I enjoy the occasional boyfriend hoodie, it’s just not really Si and I’s relationship. Does this mean Aggy’s given you one of hers?”

“Wouldn’t it be a girlfriend hoodie then?” asked Nairi, humming a little.

Linden frowned, seemingly without meaning to because she immediately covered it with a sip from her drink, clearing her throat. “Boyfriend hoodie is a state of mind, not a matter of gender,” she said, pointing her spoon at Nairi.

“What, Agatha’s got a boyfriend state of mind and Simon doesn’t?” said Nairi, tearing at some bread. For once she didn’t have much of an appetite.

“Right, yeah,” said Linden, not quite able to cover her irritation. “Does it really matter what I do with Simon? Fuck, you sound like Nick.”

Somehow Nairi doubted that. “Why would Nicholas care what you do with your boyfriend?”

Linden laughed, her smile suddenly a little more honest, a little wry. “He doesn’t really like the guys I date,” she said rolling her eyes. “He really hated my first boyfriend—and I mean like, really hated him. He just worries, you know? All that shit. Wants me to find a strapping nice lad or lady who’ll make an honest woman of me and all that jazz.”

“Oh, the whole acting like you’re still sixteen thing?” said Nairi, slowly chewing her bread. “I can’t decide if that’s sweet or annoying.”

“Oh, you know, six of one and half a dozen of the other,” said Linden, leaning on one elbow. “It’s like how my dad keeps fussing about if I’m gonna get a good job based on my degree, or how Edie keeps ‘checking in’ as an excuse to bitch at me ‘cause she’s like, emotionally constipated.”

Nairi nodded. “Right.”

Linden was watching her, chewing slowly. “Not much of that in your life?” she asked. She had the decency to keep her tone light and neutral rather than sympathetic, at least.

Nairi shook her head, trying some of her soup to avoid answering.

“Don’t speak to your family much?” said Linden, probing a little more in the same, light, tone.

“Never met them,” she said eventually.

Linden nodded, eyes still on Nairi over her food. “That probably wouldn’t help. Foster shits-stem?”

“Not for very long,” said Nairi, giving up on her soup and picking up her drink instead. “So, how’s the painting going?”

Linden might be bitchy, or an asshole, or whatever other descriptor Agatha could drop at the mention of her name, but she knew how to take a hint at least. She grinned, cheeks dimpling. “Beautifully, you’re not allowed to see it yet,” she said archly. “I’m nearly done though, thank god.The temperature’s been dropping which means I need to keep the windows shut, if I have to spend much longer on this one project I’m going to suffocate on fumes.”

“That would be very embarrassing, you can’t even get a good high on turpentine,” said Nairi, taking a long drink.

Linden nodded, still grinning at her. “Exactly! And your grace period for accidental highs and fainting runs out once you graduate art school, if it happens the art police will show up and take my art license away.”

“At least it would be evidence you were using the degree? Get your dad off your back?” suggested Nairi, trying to get back towards Linden’s good humour.

Linden laughed. “A real art miracle.”

Nairi grinned back at her, setting her drink down again. Something settled inside of her, making her feel a little better. “Sorry,” she said after a moment, feeling a belated guilt for how she’d brushed Linden off so bluntly. “I didn’t mean to uh, I don’t know, jump back from you or whatever.”

Linden shook her head. “Don’t feel bad about it, we’ve all got sore spots. I mean, fuck, people get weird as hell when I mention that I don’t know anything about my mom, and I’m not even hung up on that.”

“That’s fair,” said Nairi, nodding back at her. “Everyone has a different standard for this stuff, huh?”

“Different strokes for different folks,” said Linden, winking exaggeratedly across the table at her.

Nairi laughed despite herself, the knot in her chest loosening a little more.

“But seriously,” said Linden, knocking their ankles together under the table again. “You’re my friend and I like you, but you’re kind of mysteriousand don’t have a lot of other friends. I’m trying to get to know you, you know? But I’m trying not to fuck it up. I don’t wanna just wander in and jam down on all your sensitive spots.”

Nairi smiled at her and knocked her ankles back lightly. “I appreciate it,” she said, glancing down at her lunch and hoping it would lessen how strangely wide her mouth felt on her face.

“I appreciate you,” said Linden, sounding delighted. “I mean, I can tell you right now that Agatha hasn’t managed to get a painting out of me yet.”

Nairi tried her soup again, actually tasting it this time. It was a little salty, but good, warm, soft on her tongue. “You paint only for special occasions, huh?”

“Pretty much,” teased Linden, still grinning at her. “I might have to do one for her birthday, make it up to her so she’s not too jealous.”

“But then you’ll have to paint one for everyone,” said Nairi, grinning back at her. “Otherwise even Nicholas might get jealous.”

“Oh, I’ll make him go so green that he’ll totally forget about the paintings I gave him for every birthday and Christmas while I was in college that he hid in his back closet so that he could tell me they were lovely and he definitely kept them,” joked Linden, leaning back in her chair.

“Well, if he kept taking them then he must have liked them,” said Nairi, digging into her lunch more eagerly now.

“Nah, he’s just polite like that,” said Linden. “It took me a while to figure out his whole, deal there, you know? Like, I dunno, he was really pleased that I got into school and was sticking with it, and he doesn’t have any real hobbies, he just, watches his old man TV and he doesn’t read novels, and if he was one of my girlfriends I’d just buy him earrings, but I don’t even know what the old guy equivalent of that is, and like, you can’t just keep getting watches every year. So I’d just like, paint him something based on whatever I was studying. I mostly get him gift cards these days, I think it’s a safer bet.”

Oh god, she also had to think about presents. “But jewellery’s a safe bet for friends?” she asked casually, finishing her soup. “I still have no idea what to do about Christmas and I don’t even know when your birthday is to start prepping for that, if gift buying’s so difficult.”

Linden laughed. “Please, I’m easy—I have a wholeass list of art supplies that constantly need replacing, Mason and Flo nailed that down within like five minutes of meeting me, and I can assure you that you’ll have time to prep for my birthday. I wanna actually make a fuss for twenty-seven, last year was kind of chill, you know? Plus, it’s like rightafter Christmas and I always have to spend that with my dad being all like, sober and respectable so it’ll be good to cut loose a little. You don’t even have to get me anything, but if you’re really worried you can just like, do the Christmas present in two parts, or just give me one and not the other.”

“Yeah?” said Nairi, nodding along with the flood of information. “I don’t really do the whole ‘Christmas’ thing, so that’s good to know.”

“As a religious thing, or you just don’t really feel it?” asked Linden, swiping up some soup with her bread.

“Religious, I guess,” said Nairi, shrugging. “I don’t really see the point.”

Linden nodded. “Noted. Do you do anything for your birthday?”

“Not recently,” said Nairi with another awkward shrug. “I’m not til June, anyway.”

“Oh, we missed it! We met like right after, too, that’s a pain in the ass,” said Linden, pouting.

“Wouldn’t it be kind of awkward to celebrate it if we’d only just met?” asked Nairi, finishing her soup.

Linden grinned, moving their bowls out of the way and reaching for the cheese board between them. “I just like any excuse to celebrate,” she admitted, picking up a little silver knife and prodding at the different wedges. “Birthdays are fun! You made it once more around the sun without dying, why not live it up a little?”

“That makes sense,” said Nairi, giving her another small smile in return. “I’m going to have to make a fuss next year, aren’t I?”

“Definitely,” said Linden, jutting her nose into the air with that small smile. “I like to do things for my friends’ birthdays, and don’tthink that Agatha’ll let you get away without her doing anything to help you celebrate either.”

“I figured yeah,” said Nairi wryly, and she pointed at one of the wedges of cheese that looked like it had fruit in it. “Do they usually do that to cheese?”

“Do what?” asked Linden, cutting a slice off and popping it in her mouth. “Make it delicious? Because yes. I’ll get you some for your birthday and prove it to you.”

Nairi tried a piece and made a face, her tongue immediately trying to reject it from her mouth. “Please don’t,” she said, covering her mouth and forcing herself to swallow, reaching for her drink, which prompted a laugh from Linden. “Anything but cheese with fruit in it. Very easy to buy for, I promise.”

“I get the feeling you’re going to be very tricky, actually,” said Linden, sucking a bit of cheese from her manicured nail with a little smirk playing on her dark, red lips. “I guess we’ll find out.”

—

After, when she said goodbye to Linden outside the café and started the walk home in higher spirits, she felt her cell phone vibrate in her jacket pocket. She slowed as she walked, pulling it out and hitting the unlock button to see who was texting her.

Missed calls and text notifications filled her screen, all from Agatha. Nairi frowned and opened the oldest first.

Aga.D: Are we still on for lunch?

Oh no.

Aga.D: Nairi? Aga.D: Have you left your phone on silent again? Aga.D: Okay it’s been an hour so I’m going to eat something. Call me back? Aga.D: Can you call me when you get these? I’m starting to worry.

Fuck. Nairi flipped back to her phone log and hit the call back option on the most recent, walking towards her apartment, head down and the other hand in her pocket against the rising chill as she waited for Agatha to pick up.

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