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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.

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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.

You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.

“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.

“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.

“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”

You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.

“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”

Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”

Yes! He took the bait!

“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”

“Tony!” Oh no..

“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”

She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”

God damnit.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”

You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.

“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.

“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.

You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.

“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”

You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”

She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”

You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”

It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”

With those words, she pulled you along into your room.

“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.

Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.

“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”

“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.

“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”

You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”

Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”

You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.

Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.

You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”

She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...

You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.

“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”

She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.

“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”

So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.

When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.

“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.

“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”

You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.

“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.

“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.

“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.

“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.

“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”

Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”

“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”

You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”

Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”

“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”

Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”

“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”

Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator

“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.

Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.

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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”

The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.

“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”

“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”

“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”

“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”

The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.

“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”

oh no...

“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.

Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.

“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”

“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.

“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”

As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.

“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.

“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.

“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “по��ачимось пізніше принцесою“

Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.

“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”

“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”

“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.

“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.

‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”

“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.

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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.

“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.

“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.

“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.

“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”

“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”

“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”

He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.

That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.

“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.

“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.

“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”

“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “

“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”

“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”

“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.

“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”

“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.

“No kidding” You whisper back.

The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.

“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.

‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.

He chose Liz of course.

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”

You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.

The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.

You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.

“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.

“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”

“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.

“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”

“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.

“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.

“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”

You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”

He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”

Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.

“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”

You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”

“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”

Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.

“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.

“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”

Liz. Of course.

Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.

“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.

Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.

“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.

“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”

You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”

“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”

“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins

“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”

“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”

You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.

“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.

“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”

“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”

“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“Oh sure”

“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.

“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.

“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you

“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.

“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin

“You have taste, I’m impressed”

“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again

“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.

You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout

“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”

You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.

“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.

“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.

“I don’t know, I guess”

The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.

At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.

Then the song ends. And so does the ride.

Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.

You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.

“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.

“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses

“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”

Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.

“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”

So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.

You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”

Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled

“ Hey Stark!!”

You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”

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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker imagine #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #marvel #reader insert #dc comics x reader #crossover #michelle jones #ned leeds

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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even apart

oikawa tooru x reader

tags: so much fluff its gross, established relationship, slight angst to comfort, a lot of i love yous, lots of tears, a little surprise at the end :D, slightly inspired by lover by miss taylor swift fem reader

hope u like !

word count: 1578

You’d been preparing yourself for this night for the better half of the year.

It’s never something you talked about with your boyfriend, though. Any time he brought it up, you didn’t dare converse about the difficult topic for too long. It was hard. It was scary. It would be a big change. And you didn’t want to think about it until you absolutely had to, but all that pushing away had finally caught up to you.

And right now, sitting on your balcony alone, it was all you could think about. You had left all of these feelings for right now, and you were absolutely regretting it.

Tomorrow, your boyfriend of four years would be moving to another country. Oikawa would be living in the place of his dreams, Argentina, and he’d be playing volleyball for a team he had grown to love, and he’d be leaving you behind.

For the first time in four years, you’d be without him.

His familiar, soft voice interrupted your thoughts. “I can hear your thoughts from all the way inside.”

You opened your eyes to see him walking through the sliding glass door, on his way to sit next to you on the bench.

“Sorry, I was, uh… telling Iwa bye,” he mumbled.

When he sat down, you could see his eyes were red, despite how dark it was outside. The light from inside lit his face well enough to see.

“How did that go?”

He shook his head. “It went.”

You knew he didn’t want to talk about having to leave Iwaizumi - the same way you didn’t want to talk about him leaving you - so you didn’t press on. You had to remember this was hard for him and everyone else, too - not just for you.

“Can’t I just go with you?” you asked. “I just want to be where you are.”

You heard him release a deep breath as he said, “I wanna be where you are, too.”

And you couldn’t muster a response, so you didn’t even try. Instead, you sat up and grabbed his hand, which was much larger and worn than yours. You got a good look at it, because you knew this would be your last chance for a while.

He squeezed your hand tight. “I won’t be that gone long.”

“It’ll feel like forever,” you said, knowing you were being over dramatic.

Tooru gave you a sad smile. “It’ll go by quick… and I’ll be thinking about you the whole time I’m gone. Will still be playing for you even if you won’t be at every game.”

You nodded and wiped your tears. Tooru giggled, “you’re a mess, babe.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re my mess,” he replied. “Long distance will be a piece of cake.”

You rolled your eyes but played along, “yeah, for sure.”

“I’ll be home for Christmas, and for your birthday, and every other holiday. And you’ll come to so many of my games - you get to brag about dating a pro athlete, now, isn’t that worth the time apart?”

You laughed, and thought about it. What he said was a joke, but it was true - getting to brag that your Oikawa Tooru was finally the athlete he’d always wanted to be made all of this worthwhile.

“That does make it worth it,” you replied, and he draped an arm over your shoulder to pull you against him. “As long as you don’t find anyone else. I’m sure you’ll have a fan club after the first week.”

You were kidding, and Tooru laughed, low and breathy, but there was an edge to the joke that cut through the chill in the air. It was the lump in your throat and the insecurity in your tone and the shaking of your hands giving away the fear you’d been holding onto, and Tooru caught it.

“There could never be anyone else.”

He wasn’t sure if you knew that he was scared, too. He was telling you the truth he’d known for years, and there was nothing scarier than that fact.

You were his only one.

There would never be anyone else, even if you found a better match than him - he would never love anyone, or anything, the way he loves you.

And he knows you love him, which quells the fear. You’re the most stable part of his life, really, and there’s nothing he can’t do if he’s got you on his side. He’s always known that. And he tries his best to give you the same support; to hold you up when you need him to and watch you shine in the blinding way you do. He’s going to do that even when he’s living in another country, even when it gets hard, even when neither of you are shining at all.

“You don’t even know how much I love you,” he said, and it was hard to be so honest, to say something so sickeningly sweet, but the smile his words put on your face made it worth it.

There was a choice Oikawa had to make, right there on that balcony at half past midnight, a choice he’d been facing since he caught you scrolling through pictures of dresses and rings on Pinterest - was this it? Was this the moment he’d been looking for?

It wasn’t, he thought, until you looked up at him and caught him in a shaky kiss and mumbled an, “I love you,” against trembling lips. It wasn’t, because he had a flight to catch in just a few hours, and he had suitcases lining the foyer, and he’d be gone before you could even celebrate. It wasn’t the right time, it wasn’t the right place, it wasn’t perfect enough for you and everything he’d dreamed of giving you - it wasn’t, but he was pulling that ring out of the safety of his pocket, anyway, and every perfect line was slipping his mind, and he wasn’t even convinced you’d say yes, but he was moving on impulse.

“You’re the only one,” he said, and his entire body was shaking, “I want you to be the only one forever.”

“I will be,” you replied. And then you looked down, and you saw the ring he held between two fingers, shaking like a leaf, in danger of dropping the damn thing, and he actually laughed as you sat there frozen.

“I wanna be yours forever,” he said. “Will - will you marry me? Do you think you can stand to have me around for that long?”

“Tooru,” and you were shocked, crying more than you were minutes before, and you stood up and looked down at him with wide eyes.

He’d made his choice, bit the bullet and let himself ask even though he should’ve waited. Popping the question in the middle of a sad night at your apartment was never his ideal - he always thought it’d be funny to make a show of it somewhere public - but there was something about doing this right before he left that he liked. Leaving you with this memory, giving you this dramatic evidence that he only wanted you, was the one thing he wanted to do before your lives changed.

And now, he was waiting for you to make your choice and give him your answer. Maybe he should have been more afraid, more nervous, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you would say -

“Yes, Tooru, oh my god, I can’t believe this, oh my god, yes!”

You fell into his lap, arms around his neck with your knees on either side of his legs - and Tooru was rushed with relief, even though the biggest part of himself knew that your answer would be yes.

“Iwa told me you’d do this,” you mumbled, laughing.

“What?! I didn’t even tell him!”

“I think he just knew,” and you pulled back from the tight hug to look at him, wiping your cheeks only to make room for more tears.

“I didn’t even know I was going to do this,” he said. “I just - I happened to have the ring with me - I don’t know why -”

“I love you - you could have done it sooner, you know - I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he said, and he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger, and he was in love with the sight of your pretty hand wearing such a lovely ring. “I want to get an engagement ring, too. It might be nice to have one since we’ll be apart for awhile. You should pick it out.”

“That would be cute,” and your voice was thick with tears and your eyes were swimming in their sockets as you inspected the gift he’d given you.

He wanted to tell you not to cry, but his own eyes were starting to well up, and there was no point in either of you hiding those emotions from each other. He didn’t need to be too embarrassed to cry in front of you, and he didn’t need to coddle you until your tears stopped.

It was okay to cry, and it was okay to be happy and sad, and it was okay to show it.

Because this was hard. And it probably wouldn’t get any easier. But it was worth it, you both knew that, and your love for each other wasn’t changing - that moment proved it. The ring he’d given you was a symbol for it.

“We’ll still be together forever,” he told you, holding your face and pulling you in close, “even when we’re apart.”

#yo u ever just wanna be loved or smthn #thatd be crazy. anyway #am i nervous posting this yes #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #fluff

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years ago

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Surprise

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel gives his wife a day of surprise. Based on this video and tweet.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Sorry if the smut sucks, I rushed through it lol.

Miguel leaned against the entryway of the bathroom, watching you carefully apply your mascara. His eyes roamed down to the swell of your breasts. You hadn’t put on your blouse yet because of you not wanting to get makeup on it.

“You’re staring,” you called out your husband when you finally became aware of his heated gaze. “What? Is it a crime to look at my wife?”

“Noooo, but it is a bad idea when both you and I have work to go to.” You took a break from doing your makeup and that’s when you realized that Miguel wasn’t dressed in his usual garb. He had on a simple black tee and jeans, an understated look but he still oozed power. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

Miguel ignored your question and leaned his hip against the counter. “Let’s go shopping, mi amor.”

“Shopping? We can’t go shopping. We both have to work.” What the hell was Miguel thinking? You two did not have the time for that. “What if I told you I cancelled all my meetings today and told your boss you couldn’t come in today?”

That sounded too good to be true. “You’re lying,” you accused in disbelief. “Nope, we’re gonna go to Home Goods. Then we’re gonna go to Target. Sounds good so far?” The mention of Target made you stop what you’re doing and turn to your husband.

“Then we’re gonna get pedicures after.”

“What?” You gasped in shock. It’s been forever since you and Miguel got pedicures together. “Yeah, let’s go get pedicures. Yeah?” After that you closed your mascara, Miguel had your full attention now. “Oh! Mascara shut.” Miguel joked. “And then we’ll go to brunch. You want brunch?”

“Mimosas?” You whispered, already dreaming of the citrusy bubbles on your tongue. “Mmhmm. Order from the whole menu. Chocolate chip pancakes with a river of syrup. Bacon, hash browns.”

“Chicken tendies?” Miguel laughed at your name for chicken strips, you refused to call them by their proper name. “Yes, and chicken tendies.” As Miguel continued to name various foods, your breath got heavier in anticipation.

“And then?” You asked. “Whatever you want to do. Wanna go to Chick-Fil-A? Cookies and cream milkshake?”

“COOKIES AND CREAM MILKSHAKE!?”

“Yeah!” Miguel couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He loved how excited you were and that he was the one making it happen. “So, you wanna go?” It really wasn’t a question, but he just knew your answer would radiate with enthusiasm. “For real? Miguel, you’re not playing?”

Miguel grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him. “No, I’m not.” You squealed and jumped in his arms before running to change. “But there is one condition.” He stopped you in your tracks. “What?”

“You have to wear this.” Miguel pulled out a maxi sundress of your favorite color. This man certainly had style. Running you snatched the dress out his hands and began changing. You were too enamored with the dress that you barely heard Miguel tell you to meet him in the driveway when you were done.

As soon as he saw you, Miguel thought a day in the house didn’t sound bad at all, but he had to shove those thoughts away. He had plans for his queen.

“Where’s Nestor?” You looked around for him, Marcus, and some of the others, but none were to be found. “Gave them the day off. It’ll just be you and me.”

It wasn’t Christmas. Both of yours and Miguel’s birthdays had already passed. Your anniversary wasn’t until a couple of more months. “What are you up to?” You eyed Miguel suspiciously. “Nothing. Now get in the car.”

Multiple times during the car ride Miguel thought of pulling over. In the corner of his eye, he would catch you rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some pressure. He listened to how you thought it was so sexy to see a man maneuver a car, but he didn’t think you would get this turned on. Now he would have to make more of an effort to drive around.

His day with you was a blast. At Home Goods he watched your head switch from Pinterest to the different aisles, trying to find the perfect items to complete your diy projects. Target was a bit more dangerous. You went down every aisle and almost bought out the whole store. “We don’t even need this!” Miguel would say whenever you would add whatever unnecessary item to the cart. It didn’t matter though, he still let you get it.

The nail salon was a ball. The nail technicians thought it was so cute that you and Miguel were getting pedicures together. Along with the pedicure you got a manicure. Miguel even picked the shape and color. “I can’t wait to see those wrapped around my dick,” he whispered, enjoying you squirm as the nail tech painted your nails.

Brunch a whole new you came out. This specific restaurant was your favorite because they played the music you loved and had bottomless mimosas. Those two were a bad combination for Miguel’s hard dick, because those lustful glances from you were no accident. And the moans you made when you ate those damn chicken tendies mixed with a little bit of syrup had him sitting uncomfortably for the longest. But then every so often, in between bites you would look to Miguel, smile brightly, and tell him thank you. And just like that he was gushing all over you, ready to give you the moon and the stars.

Miguel opted to get the milkshakes at the drive-thru, but you didn’t mind, you had other plans in mind. However, Miguel surprised you when he went in the other direction of home. “Babe, where are we going?” Miguel grabbed your hand and rested his lips on it. “To your last surprise.” He said, not offering any more information.

About 45 minutes outside of town, an oddly familiar lake house came into view. “Miguel, what is this?” Your husband parked the car and ran to let you out. “This is your house by the lake, not too far from the city because you’ be damned if some Jason Vorhees comes out to kill you and you couldn’t get immediate help. There’s the front porch where you can sit and drink your morning coffee while you watch the sunrise. In the back, you have the deck complete with picnic tables and a master grill, where you can use and abuse your brother’s grilling skills while everyone else is talking, playing games, and dancing. Back here you can have your glass of wine and watch the sunset.” He wrapped his arms around you and jutted his chin to the second story of the home. “In the master bedroom is a window seat where you can get scared from the new horror book you’re reading while drinking your second cup of coffee. And most importantly there’s the dock by the lake, so you can go fishing because you refuse to get on a boat and become a Lake Placid victim.”

Verbatim. Word for word, Miguel described the perfect dream lake house you told him about years ago. It was dream that your dad had at first. He wanted to give his family a getaway spot that was yours to call your own. As your father daughter bonding time, you would search for the perfect candidate but could never find one. Then unfortunately, he passed before he could make that dream come true. In the little spare time you had, you resumed your search in honor of your father, but it was nothing but dead ends.

Tears were running down your face. You couldn’t stop them if you wanted to. “Mi amor, you don’t like it?” Miguel’s concern was growing. He couldn’t decipher if those were happy tears or sad tears. “No, Miguel I love it! I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Miguel pulled you into a tighter hug. “Oh honey, I’m the one who doesn’t know how I managed to get and keep you.” He grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up so you couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I haven’t been the best husband.”

“Miguel no.” How in the world could he think that? He pressed a finger against your lips. “Shh, let me finish. You barely see me anymore. We literally only say good morning and good night to each other. I’ve been too busy with the rebels and Potter. Plus, there’s the original work I already have. You taken over the development project when you have your own work to do. And you take time out of your day to take my mother to and from her appointments.” You tried to interrupt him, to tell him that it was no big deal, but he stopped you. “Ahh, I’m not finished. You do all this, go through all this trouble and not once have I heard you complain. This isn’t even half of what you deserve. So, no more talk about how you don’t deserve any of this. Entiendes?”

It was a troubling time. Half of the time you didn’t know where you found the energy to get out of bed, but you did. You had to. This was how you keep your family together. “Si.” You brought Miguel’s face closer to yours. There was the faint taste of mimosas still on his tongue. Reluctantly, Miguel pulled away, holding onto your bottom lip til the last possible second. “There are other husbandly duties that I have been neglecting.”

“Is there now?” A crooked smile graced your face. “Mmhmm,” Miguel scooped you up bridal style. “Yeah. I think we should christen the house.” He whispered conspiratorially like you weren’t alone. “I say hell yeah!”

Miguel ran into the house, running up the stairs, leaving a trail of your giggles. Tomorrow you would get the chance to explore more.

Once in the room, Miguel dropped you on the bed, causing you to bounce a little. He shed yours and his clothes in a hurry. To his surprise you weren’t any underwear. “Someone was eager, huh?”

“I had plans to screw you in the back of the car after mimosas.” Miguel took off your bra and tugged a nipple into his mouth. “Good girl.”

While Miguel’s attention was on your nipples yours were on getting his boxers off. His dick sprang free and you wrapped your hand around it. Miguel relished in the feeling of your soft hand around him while he left kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “What are you doing?” He groaned into your ear, slipping in between the two of you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movement. “I thought you wanted to see my nails around your dick?” You whimpered, squirming against him.

“I do, but right now is about you. Do me a favor and suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” He tapped your fingers against your lips, and you slipped them in, mimicking the motions you wanted to desperately do to his dick. Satisfied with how wet they were, Miguel stuck his fingers in your welcoming hole. “Its so wet and warm, preciosa. I think I can fit another finger in there, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm, daddy.” Miguel added a third finger, bringing a delicious sting. “God, you’re so tight. I bet you taste even better.” Taking his fingers out despite your reluctance, he sucked on them, making you jealous that it wasn’t your mouth on them.

“Tell me what you want, baby. You want me eat that fat ass pussy or you want this cock?”

“Gimme your cock please.” It was no competition. You needed to feel complete and only Miguel’s dick could do that.

He scooted back some to line himself up. You caught a glimpse of his dick and badly wanted to suck it. It should be a crime that all that dick belongs to you.

Miguel slid his cock along your slit, gathering up some wetness. “Baby stop teasing please!” You whined, scratching against his forearms.

He lifted up your left leg to his hip and slid in, giving you those deep lovemaking strokes. “You take me so well, mi amor. Can you handle more?”

“Yes Miguel. Please give me more!” His slow strokes would leave you right on the verge of coming, but never actually getting you there and at this moment you needed to cum more than anything. “More, daddy! Please!” Tears were prickling your eyes.

With his free hand, Miguel swiped away your tears and began to pound into you. “Pretty girl,” he smoothed back some of your hair, his soft words contrasting his rough fucking. “You look like an angel taking my cock so well. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum over daddy’s cock, hmm?”

You nodded your head when you failed to form any words. “Nah, baby girl I need words. Tell me what you want.”

“I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!” Miguel was hitting your spot repeatedly. “Okay, pretty baby, then do it,” he whispered, rubbing your clit.

Your body exploded with your orgasm. You were a quivering mess, but Miguel wasn’t through with you, he kept fucking you.

“Where do you want it?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth. “In my mouth, daddy. I wanna taste you.”

Miguel jumped off of you. “On your knees, baby.” Eagerly you got on the ground with your tongue out, enjoying Miguel stroke his glistening cock. “Oh fuck!” He cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cum filled your mouth.

When he finished, you jumped at the opportunity to clean his cock. “Shitttt! Just like that baby.”

He pulled your head back and laughed at your amused smile. “With skills like that, I’ll give you anything. What else do you want?” He carried you to the bathroom, filling the tub for a nice bath.

“Just you.” You sighed, leaning back on his chest.

“I can definitely do that and more.” Miguel promised to you and himself.

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harrysgoldenline · 5 years ago

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okay so i saw one of these for niall but, one where y/n can’t afford harry’s life style but doesn’t like him paying for her and it’s just angst with fluff at the end?

Hii!! I got SO SO SO carried away doing this and it ended up not being too angsts so I really hope you still like it! And I’m sorry it took so long but I just got the inspiration for it and all just came to me at once! Thank you so much for requesting 💖

The Best Gift

The store was bright and flashy, yet somehow simplistic, the different display cases making the girl glance around quickly as she took in the new space filled with diamonds, pearls and jewels, although this being her second time here, only because of him, she didn’t think she would ever get used to it.

She felt completely out of place, walking through the luxury store with Harry wearing an ensemble costing close to three thousand dollars and she was wearing a dress from one of her favorite online shops costing her around $60, with that being a splurge.

“Anything catching those pretty eyes?” He smirked, nudging her slightly but still keeping his grip tight on her hand, guiding her throughout the store he has been through more times than he can count, “we got all day baby, try on anything you want!”

“I’d rather you give the fashion show.” She laughed, going up on her tip toes and kissing his cheek, “We’ve been in her thirty seconds and I’ve seen you staring at four different pairs of trousers.”

He gave her a small nudge, before leading her to a seat outside the changing room, due to the fact they got in trouble last time for having her come into the same one was him. He gave her a quick peck before he started grabbing his items, flashing her a wink before he disappeared into the short hallway and into the dressing room, giving her a cute wave before shutting the door.

She giggled softly to herself, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head, wondering how on earth she was lucky enough to have him as her boyfriend, be so lucky to have him be in love with her? It would never fully click.

Her eyes wandered around the shop, admiring the different materials and luxury items she could never even dream of purchasing. She wishes she could, especially dreaming of being able to buy something Harry would buy for himself and just be able to try and repay somehow for everything he has done for her.

Harry has taken her on so many different trips, gotten her custom gowns, designer shoes and jewelry and it made her feel terrible. For his birthday, she picked up extra shifts, stayed late, and did some babysitting in order to get him some new rings and a recording microphone he could hook up to his phone or laptop he could use instead of using just voice memos.

He loved it of course, wearing the rings all the time and enjoyed being able to get a better sound when an idea would spring up on him, but she still felt guilty. Harry would get her a thousand dollar bag and a matching diamond earring and necklace set.

Letting out an impatient sigh she stood and began wondering around the store a handbag catching her eye, well her dream bag really. She has had it plastered all of her Pinterest board and was just in love with it. She carefully ran her fingers over it, heart sinking as she checked the price tag and instantly retracted her hand, feeling wrong for touching it, so she just stood and admired.

“Okay darling, what do you think?”

The girl jumps at the sudden voice, pulling her back to reality and she turns to look at him as he is standing directly behind her, a large smirk covering her face as she takes in his appearance.

He struck a few poses, blushing a few moments later after some staff members noticed before shyly standing straight, giving her a quick twirl as he was dressed in grey wool trousers and a pattered sweater.

“You look so handsome.” She softly smiled, reaching her hand up and rubbing her hands over the material, “its really soft... I love it, absolutely perfect for you.”

“Thank you angel... now you go pick something to try on.”

***

After Harry trying on a few different outfits, and him forcing her to try on a dress (which she didn’t end up getting for obvious reasons), they were headed for check out, Y/N helping him carry his items to the counter where they both stood, her eyes widening at the price growing and growing.

“Hey Y/N, you wanna grab some smoothies from next door and I’ll meet you there and we can head back to my place?” He suggested, handing over the place pair of trousers, “I’ll be right there, gonna get the car pulled up.”

“Okay!” She happily smiled, “The usual?”

He nodded and gave her a quick kiss and she was off, entering the overly priced smoothie place nearly a minute later, quickly ordering their drinks and waiting over to the side.

A few minutes later they called her name, giving her the drinks and she left with a quick thank you, a smile covering her face when she sees Harry in the car pulled up outside, running over to the car with a smile and happily hoping into the passenger seat, handing him his drink with a kiss on the cheek.

He gave her a happy smile, stuck in a daze as he stared at the girl, a large dopey grin glued on his face.

“What?” She laughed, cheeks turning pink as she started buckling her seatbelt, “Why are you staring at me?”

“Just so in love with ya, sunshine.” He grinned, leaning over and giving her a long kiss before pulling back, switching the gear of the car and driving off.

She blushed, giggling to herself as he kept stealing glances at her throughout the drive back, “Look at the road!” She laughed, covering her face, “I love you but right now is not the time to stare, you’re gonna kill us.”

He grabbed her hand closest to him, bringing it to his lips with a quick kiss before seating it down on the armrest between them, holding it there for the rest of the drive.

Soon enough they were back at Harry’s, him grabbing the bags before she could so she just carries in both smoothies, scurrying in close behind him, following him into his bedroom where he starts putting away his new clothes.

“Darling, could you grab what’s left in that last bag please?” Harry called out from his closet, putting away his new sweaters and trousers.

“Of course!” She called back, walking over to it as Harry sneaks out of the closet, watching her reach into the bag.

She kneeled onto the bed, reaching into the deep white bag and her eyes widen at the feeling of leather, rather than the soft feeling of fabric, eyes looking up and meeting Harrys as he leaned against the inside of the doorway with a smirk, raising his eyebrows at her as if to urge her to keep going.

She shakily wrapped her fingers around the handle and pulled it out of the bag, an audible gasp escaping her as she quickly looked up at Harry, a proud grin covering his pink lips.

“H-Harry.” She shakily began, shaking her head as the images of the price tag overwhelm her memory.

“I’ve been seeing ya look at it online and when we went in the store last, then again today so I just had to get it for you my love.” He explained, walking over and sitting next to her on his bed, “Do you like it?”

She shook her head rapidly, dropping the purse onto the bed and covering her face as tears filled her eyes, knees pulling to her chest. Confused, Harry instantly took her into his arms as he got the complete opposite reaction than what he was expecting.

“I-Is it the wrong color? Shape?” He began, “We can take it back-“

“It’s too much!” She interrupted, “It’s so expensive! You cant keep… keep spending this money on me its not fair! I’ll never be able to repay you, we have to return it.”

“Repay me? That is not what this is about, I got this for you because I am in love with you and I wanted to get you something that you’ve been wanting for a long time. You’re always working so hard, Y/N. I wanna spoil you.”

She brought the back of her hand back up to her eye, wiping away her tears before looking up at Harry, heart breaking at the dejected face he was making. The girl leaned into him, arms going around his shoulders as his meet her waist, pulling her onto his lap, moving her hair out of the way and kissing her shoulder.

“Your love, Y/N…” He began, “is the most valuable thing you could ever give to me. All I ever want in this world is you and you alone, okay?”

She nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck pressing a kiss to the warm skin before pulling back and looking into his eyes, “Okay.” She sniffled, “I-I’m sorry, I am- Thank you, Harry. I really am grateful, for everything, it’s just a little overwhelming.”

“I know you are, you don’t need to thank me angel. You got the sweetest little heart.” He chuckled, pressing quick kisses up her neck before leaning their foreheads together, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, no gift can top that… Although I do really love those rings you gave me.”

“They’re no Gucci....”

“Hey! They’re my favorites.” He grumbled, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her closer, kissing her softly, “I love you so much, more than you will ever know.”

“I love you so so so much, Harry. Even without the gifts or anything… you know that right?”

“I know.” He shyly smiles, heart growing in size as he knows the girl in his lap is the one he’s been dreaming about, “and I know you’re the best gift because you’re my soulmate, Lovie. You’re my forever.”

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years ago

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Double The Surprise

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Prequel to Thing 1 and Thing 2

Surprise! A new fic, two days in a row? I know, who am I? This was an anon request to do a gender reveal party of the twins from Thing 1 and Thing 2, so I made it sort of a prequel. I’ve linked the fic in case you haven’t read it. One thing to note, I included Diana, but in a more normal state so no Alzheimer's or schizophrenia. I’ve wanted to write something where she was free of any illnesses, so I added her in this like that. Besides, she’d DEFINITELY be there. Also, take a shot every time I say pink and blue, lord I was getting tired of saying that myself so sorry about that. Enjoy some Spencer and the team cuteness. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 3,285

You knew it was a mistake to let Penelope be in charge.

Not that she was bad at it at all, in fact she was wonderful. But when she had a secret that she actually wanted to keep a surprise, her lips were sealed tighter than your old jeans.

Penelope Garcia—the technical analyst at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit and your husband, Spencer Reid’s teammate, coworker and friend—was the best at planning parties. Which is how she had gotten you and Spencer excited about the idea of a potential gender reveal party for the baby you and Spencer were expecting this fall.

You were currently 21 weeks and a bit larger than normal, although your doctor wasn’t worried. She had explained it could be due to the baby being bigger—your husband was over 6 feet after all—or perhaps you were a bit further along in your pregnancy than she first thought. Either way, at the last appointment, she had assured you that everything was looking fine.

The last appointment was also when you were able to find out the sex of the baby.

Since you and Spencer really wanted to have a gender reveal party with your friends and the other team members of the BAU, you had invited Garcia to come along to the appointment. She would be informed of the sex and also have the results handed to her in a manila envelope, for the baker who would create the cake.

You were regretting your decision though because you were currently dying to know what baby Reid would be. It was amazing though, Garcia hadn’t even breathed the hint of a clue.

She was the worst person to keep a secret, so it was ironic when she refused to give into your pleading.

The gender reveal party was going to be this upcoming weekend, still a few days away and you were struggling with the anticipation.

The party details and planning helped curb your desire to know, though.

When Garcia had first suggested the idea, not long after you and Spencer announced your pregnancy, you were slightly hesitant about it. You didn’t know much about them or if anyone would even come. With the help of Penelope and her promise to take care of everything, you started coming around to the idea.

She was an excellent party planner because even though she took care of everything, she left plenty of room for you and Spencer to decide on details and things you wanted. Many nights were spent laying in bed, the two of you looking at gender reveal party ideas on Pinterest.

You actually thought Spencer was more excited for this party then you were. It was nice to know he was just as excited for it, though.

“Do you think she’d cave and tell us what we’re having if we surprise her with a red velvet cupcake?” you’d asked Spencer, one night that week.

“It’d probably be tempting for her, but I doubt it,” he answered you, “In fact, I’m surprised she’s kept quiet this long. She’s the worst at keeping secrets.”

“I know. I had her pegged to tell us within a day,” you huffed.

Spencer chuckled, kissing your head.

“Just think, it will be worth the wait when we find out what we’re having on Saturday.”

•

Surprisingly, Saturday did come rather fast. Although at the same time, it felt like eons to you.

You were bursting with excitement for the party, which was to be held at David Rossi’s house.

Garcia had given you and Spencer strict instructions to not arrive until after 2 pm. She, with the help of her boyfriend Luke Alvez we’re going to be setting up everything for the party to keep the final display a surprise as well.

You were just as eager to wear the new outfit that Garcia had bought for you to wear—she really had thought of everything.

You had to admit, the ensemble was pretty cute.

You’d dressed in the sleeveless maxi dress that was designed in an alternating pink and blue chevron style and white flats that were partially hidden by the long skirt of the dress. Your bump was fully on display in the outfit, but it just made the dress seem even cuter.

It also helped that it was extremely comfy as well.

The finishing touch for the outfit was a flower crown. Yes, a flower crown. Garcia went all out when she did things, that’s for sure.

It was a thin band of flowers that sat nicely on your head. One side was decorated with pink flowers while the other half had blue. With the entire outfit complete, you had to admit, Garcia definitely had picked a cute ensemble.

Spencer had come in just as you’d finished getting ready and whistled, making you blush.

“Why if it isn’t the sexiest baby mama around,” he grinned slyly, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look rather charming yourself,” you chuckled.

His appearance wasn’t that much different than it was from his work attire. His suit pants and dress shirt were the same as usual, but Garcia had gotten him a pink and blue chevron tie to match your dress.

“Not exactly something I’d wear every day, but I like it,” he smiled, “Ready to find out what our baby is?”

“More than ever.”

•

The first thing you saw when entering Rossi’s backyard was a sign on the iron gate door to his backyard.

There were a handful of pink and blue cardboard, cutout circles hanging on the gate door, along with a pink and blue cutout onesie that said We’re here for the sex. It made you laugh. This definitely had Garcia written all over it.

“I’m sure Rossi is thrilled with that hanging on his gate door,” Spencer laughed.

He took your hand and pushed the gate open into a pink and blue wonderland.

You gasped as the two of you walked further into the backyard. Not only was the actual decorations and set up amazing, but the turnout was just as shocking.

The entire team was there; Emily Prentiss, Matt Simmons, his wife Kristy and all five kids—you’d specifically told Penelope that all the BAU kids were welcomed, you had a special place in your heart for them, just as she did.

JJ was there with her husband Will and her two boys Henry and Michael. Tara Lewis was there as well, always ready for a get together. Of course David Rossi was there as well with his third wife Krystall that he’d recently married again.

Luke and Penelope were of course in attendance, but what surprised you most was seeing the unexpected and surprise guests that Garcia had most definitely arranged to show up.

Former Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was there with Jack, who was now taller than you. They both greeted you with a hug and their congratulations. Jack said he was mostly excited for cake and you couldn’t argue with that.

Derek Morgan, wife Savannah and little Hank Spencer Morgan had made it too. These kids were growing faster than you would like because now little Hank was 4 quickly approaching 5.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan greeted, hugging Spencer tightly, “It’s about time you became a father.”

You greeted Savannah and Hank, who was in his mother’s arms, suddenly a lot shyer than normal. After speaking to them both for a minute, they too went back to socializing with the others.

What was most surprising was seeing your parents and Spencer’s mom, Diana Reid.

“Mom! Dad!” you exclaimed, hugging them.

“Mom!” Spencer said, hugging Diana, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“You think I was going to miss my grandbaby’s first party? I think not,” she grinned.

After greeting your parents, you hugged Diana yourself.

“It’s so good to see you Mrs. Reid,” you kissed her cheek.

It had been a little bit since you’d last traveled to Las Vegas with Spencer to visit her, not long after you’d married. Before that, you’d seen her at the wedding.

“Oh honey, you know I told you to call me Diana,” she beamed, “You’re the Mrs. Reid around here. How are you feeling?”

She rubbed a hand across your belly and you smiled.

“Feeling rather large, if I do say so myself,” you chuckled.

“Well there’s a good reason for that,” she winked, making your brows furrow in confusion.

Garcia was just on her way over to the three of you as Diana spoke and suddenly, she sped up, rushing over.

“Diana! How about I get you some punch and refreshments!” Garcia exclaimed, leading Diana away.

She turned to you and Spencer as she led his mother away.

“Take some time and look around before we do the reveal!” Garcia hollered.

“Come on, I wanna check things out,” you told Spencer.

You were beaming so big that he couldn’t help but chuckle and indulge you. He was pretty curious to check out everything too.

First off, there were pink and blue balloons everywhere.

At the table where the food and refreshments were at, were gold letter balloons that spelled out the phrase Oh baby.

The actual food spread was rather impressive too. There were finger sandwiches of chicken salad, turkey and ham, mixed nuts, vegetable plates with dip and of course, much to your delight was Alvez’s homemade salsa and guacamole, along with chips to dip. You’d be eating good this afternoon, that’s for sure.

The sweets were all gender themed, which was an adorable touch.

There were blue and pink chocolate covered strawberries, blue and pink cake pops—a mustache on the blue cake pop sticks and a bow on the pink ones—and hilariously enough, there were M&Ms in two bowls. One with peanuts were labeled Nuts and the other with plain was labeled No Nuts, hence the mystery of the baby’s sex.

“That’s ingenious,” Spencer commented, laughing, grabbing a handful of some.

There were blue plates with matching napkins and pink plates with pink napkins, along with alternating blue and pink jars that held the opposing color of plastic ware in them.

At the very end of the refreshments table sat two huge glass jugs with spigots filled with blue and pink drinks. The blue was named Bouncing Blue Punch whereas the pink was Sweet Pink Lemonade.

“Wow, Luke and Penelope really went all out,” you gaped, amazed.

“And you haven’t even seen the best parts,” Garcia said, seemingly appearing out of thin air next to you, “Come on!”

She tugged on your arm excitedly, dragging you to another section of the party. You laughed, trying to keep up with her, looking behind you at a grinning Spencer who was following behind the two of you.

The first thing she had to show you, made you tear up thanks to the damn pregnancy hormones.

It was a canvas of animals in a little hot air balloon and the “balloons” were made up of thumbprints from all the guests, in the color of their guess of the baby’s gender. Even the kids had all done one.

There were a variety of pink and blue thumbprints, each one signed by the person. At the bottom of the canvas it read: Oh the places you’ll go.

“We all made our guesses and I put this together a week ago so it would be dry and ready to display for today,” Garcia beamed.

“I love it,” you said, your hand covering your mouth, still shocked at how beautiful it was, “Spence, this is going up in the nursery for sure.”

“Definitely,” he nodded, looking at it himself.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Garcia,” you breathed.

“Oh honey, we’re just getting started on the tour. Come on, there’s more to see.”

The next display was another interactive guessing game.

This was a chalkboard that read Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How we wonder what you are!

One side of the board represented the boy votes and the other represented the girl votes.

“This is where everyone was able to vote as they came in with their guess,” she said.

You looked closer. So far a girl was winning by two.

“I also included two more interactive little games,” Garcia said, leading you to two more chalkboards.

One had Guess The Date written on it and the entire month of September written out. Your due date was approximately September 25th, which was listed at the top and sticky notes covered the dates of different attendee’s guesses on when the baby would arrive.

“Oh that is super cute,” you laughed.

Your eyes scanned over the numerous guesses.

Some had guessed as early as September 6th and others had guessed as late as September 30th.

“Pinterest, I’m telling you,” Garcia quipped.

The next board had a list of girls and boys names. Underneath the board and easel on each side was a basket, in the matching colors, slips of paper inside.

“This here is where the guests have tried to guess what your number one name for a boy and a girl is,” Garcia explained.

“So that explains why you asked for our top name for a boy and a girl,” Spencer mused.

“Yup.”

You looked at each column. There were a total of five names on each side.

The boys’ column included:

Carl

Aidan

Luke

Alexander

Matthew

The girls’ column included:

Daisy

Abrielle

Gabriella

Penelope

Paige

“Penelope? Luke?” you chuckled.

“Hey, for all they know you could be naming a kid after us!” she protested.

You smiled, seeing yours and Spencer’s top two picks on the lists—Abrielle for a girl or Alexander for a boy.

“Last but not least,” Garcia beamed, “You gotta see the cake. It’s amazing.”

The three of you walked to a table in the middle of the party where there were two chairs and a cake resting on the table.

“Obviously since it’s baby Reid, you two will be the center of attention,” Penelope said.

On the table was a beautiful cake decorated with blue and pink icing roses. One side was strictly pink roses and the other blue. The finishing touch was the various sized edible pearls that had been delicately placed in the center of each flower.

You audibly gasped.

“Penelope, it’s gorgeous!”

“Isn’t it though? I was in awe when I picked it up,” she commented.

“So the inside will be the reveal, right?” Spencer asked.

“Yes sir,” she smiled, “You guys ready to find out the gender?”

“Yes, please!”

You were practically bouncing on your heels like a child eagerly awaiting candy.

“First, I wanted to give you guys a little gift,” Garcia said, rushing over to the table where Luke sat, holding a gift bag.

“Garcia, you know we said no gifts!” you protested.

“Yeah, I know. But you know me,” she scurried back over, handing you the bag, “I can’t keep huge secrets.”

“What are you talking about?” you laughed, opening the bag.

Inside was a simple, cute, white baby onesie.

On the front, it said We’re having a baby! with the word baby scratched out.

“Why’s the word baby crossed out?” Spencer asked, peering over your shoulder at it.

He seemed to be just as puzzled as you were.

“Wait, there’s something else in the bag,” you observed, reaching in to pull out the second object.

It was a second white onesie that read Make that TWO babies!

“I couldn’t keep such a big secret obviously, so I told the entire team and they wanted to chip in on a present to announce it to you—this isn't all the gift though.”

You were stunned beyond belief and absolutely overjoyed.

“Twins?! Spence, did you hear that? We’re having twins!”

You turned to see your husband as white as a ghost, starting to sway.

“I-I-I think I need to sit for a moment,” he stammered, falling into the nearby metal folding chair.

“Spence, you okay?”

You rushed to his side—as fast as your pregnant body would let you, that.

“Yeah, fine,” he muttered, still looking dazed, “Everything just started spinning there for a moment.”

Garcia was by his side with an unused paper plate, fanning him, just in case he was actually going to pass out.

The rest of the party’s eyes were on the spectacle, all of them clearly amused.

“Who knew the kid could create twins! Even his sperm is brilliant,” Derek hollered.

Everyone laughed at that and the fact that Savannah immediately stuck a sandwich in his mouth to quiet him.

“There are kids here, Derek!” she whispered loudly.

“Twins, huh?” Spencer asked.

The poor thing looked dumbstruck.

“You sure you’re okay Spencer?” you asked, worried.

It’s like it took him a moment for it to finally sink in because he turned to you, a big grin on his face.

“Y/N, we’re having twins!”

He grabbed your face, kissing you, not caring about all the onlookers. You turned scarlet when he pulled away, a tad bit embarrassed that everyone was watching, but you were just as happy as him, so you couldn’t complain.

“My baby boy is going to have twins,” Diana smiled, coming over to wrap her son in a hug, “I was so excited when I heard that I almost ruined the surprise earlier!”

“Oh so that’s what you meant?” you asked, laughing.

That was definitely a good reason for you to be larger than normal. Your body was home to not one but two babies for the next little while.

“You knew, mom?” Spencer asked.

“Oh of course, Penelope called everyone,” Diana answered.

“You know I can’t keep a secret!” Garcia exclaimed, “This was my biggest one yet! It was the only way I could make it without bursting.”

“Speaking of everyone else,” JJ said, bringing up another, slightly larger gift bag, “This is from all of us, Hotch and Morgan included.”

“You wanna open it?” you asked Spencer.

He shook his head, indicating you could, so you did.

You pulled out a long, wood, plaque that read:

Our family is growing by

4 feet

and

2 hearts

At the bottom, there was an engraving.

Reid Twins

It was absolutely perfect.

There were definitely tears on your end as you made your rounds hugging everyone and saying your thank yous.

You made your way back to the center table to Garcia, who you gave another huge hug.

“Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing party,” you said.

“It was my pleasure,” she smiled.

“Cut the cake already!” Both Jack and Henry hollered simultaneously, making everyone chuckle.

“I can’t argue with that, now can I?” you responded.

You managed to pull Spencer away from the conversation he was having with some of the guests and you both put your hands on the knife, cutting through the cake. It reminded you of your wedding reception, but this was ten times more exciting; you were expanding your family with the man you were in love with.

The entire backyard counted down.

“THREE!”

You looked over at Spencer, a big smile on your face. At this point, you didn’t think much more could surprise you than the news of having twins.

“TWO!”

He winked at you, silently reassuring you that no matter what the result, you two would raise these babies as a team.

“ONE!”

You both lifted up the slice, revealing a two layer cake; one layer was pink and one was blue.

“It’s a boy and a girl!” Spencer cheered.

You were pretty sure this day couldn’t get any better.

You and Spencer would soon be welcoming fraternal twins; Abrielle Jade Reid and Spencer Alexander Reid.

Little Abbie and Alex were going to be incredibly loved.

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crossovereddie · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on S10xE11

Okay so that shit was breathtaking so let’s just get right into it.

Finally a mf intro

I die a little every time ian calls him “Mick” :(

There’s no one I hate more than Terry Milkovich

I love Dennis though

My baby is so over this shit

I love seeing him stand up to his father

IM SO PROUD OF HIM

“Why wait bitch I’m standing right here” FUCK

IM PROUD OF YOU BABY FUCK TERRY

“You must really love cock”

“I definitely love one” THEN HE FUCKING COCKS THE GUN AND HIS ENGAGEMENT RING 😩😩😩😩

“Just drop out” 😂

Mickey faking frank’s signature like the Gallagher he will soon be 🥺

That whole bit of their reactions to the rolls Royce was so funny

“Milwaukee sucks ass”

Mickey putting the gun on the table made me so nostalgic. He’s still a Milkovich but now he’s 100% himself IM SO PROUD

I will continue to say how proud I am of him until the day I die

“You ever try to get me to move to Milwaukee I’ll fucking murder you” I LOVE YOU SWEET BOY

HIS WEDDING MAGAZINES IM SO FOND

“What is happening” literally all of us when chiavarigate was uploaded last week

“We’re having a wedding wedding?” I CANT STOP LAUGHING

This whole scene was so funny

Poor Ian is so confused

Terry really fucks with Mickey’s head I’m so sad

“Start working on your vows” HOLY SHIT FUCKING VOWS I NEED THEM NOW

Livin’ on a prayer acoustic 😂😂😂

Baby has really been thinking about all of this

I bet he has a Pinterest board

“I don’t care what they’re called” THE HAND GESTURES HES SO FUNNY

HE HAS FLOWERS PICKED OUT BEFOREHAND

“I’m getting married” he’s so cute!!!!

This is HIS big day

I looked up the meaning for stargaze lilies and:

Primary Significance: The floral celebrity, stargazer lilies are young, bold, beautiful, and dramatic (LITERALLY DESCRIBING MICKEY) The meaning of these fragrant flowers can be one of wealth and prosperity, but their white variety can dress down to genuinely express purity and sympathy.

Why did Mickey calling a flower gorgeous hit me this hard????

My heart hurts for my baby

“He is. I just like having another man’s dick in my ass” STOP YOURE SO FUNNY AND IM TOO FOND😂😂

First his own father and now this homophobic old lady

JUST LET MY BABY BE HAPPY AND PLAN HIS FUCKING WEDDING

I live for Ian always having to drag Mickey away

“I’m gonna come back and carve my initials in your fucking gums” THATS ACTUALLY AN HONOR SHE DOESNT DESERVE

“How can you be a florist and not do business with the gays”

He’s out and proud???? Can you actually believe that???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Poor Ian limping trying to keep up

GODDAMMIT IAN MICKEY WAS VERY SPECIFIC ABOUT HIS CHAIRS

Now it’s time for chiavarigate

So now chiavarigate makes so much more sense after we saw the day he was having

Give him his fucking chairs

Baby deserves gold everything the least you can do is make sure he has gold chairs

This is probably the scene Noel loves filming

He’s so amazing!!!

The way he looks at brooks when he says chiavari again 😂😂

Poor Ian 😂😂

Cam did so good

That scenes has my heart

I wanna hold him

He must really trust Sandy :(

I’m actually jealous

I wanna be his best man 😭😭😭

I deserve that title more than she does

This is literally just me being jealous of sandy fucking Milkovich

I can appreciate how she’s validating his feelings and not making fun of him

She’s so fond of him bitch me too the fuck

AND SO WHAT IF HE DOES GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIS WEDDINN IAN

GET YOUR FUCKING RING

“I can’t even�� PLS STOP BEING SO CUTE MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT

Baby is so stressed 😩

S10 better end with terry strapped to a chair watching the wedding tape on repeat

Ian all your questions are stressing the prince out so I’m gonna need you to stop

HE FUCKING DIDNT OH MY GOD

HE FUCKING DID

OH MY GOD

IANS SMUG FACE

MICKEY IS SHOCKED

IAN FUCKING DID THAT

THE MOST ROMANTIC THING IVE EVER SEEN

“We’ve got each other and that’s a lot” IM FUCKING SOBBING

THEYRE HOLDING HANDS WHILE BEING SERENADED IM LITERALLY SOBBING

YOU CAN SEE THE STRESS MELT AWAY

I CANT BELIEVE

IAN LOVES MICKEY SO MUCH

I LOVE MICKEY SO MICH

😭😭😭😭😭

That was so good. I can’t believe what I just watched. There were actual tears AND ITS NOT EVEN THE WEDDING EPISODE HOW WILL I LIVE

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 4.5

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 4.5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,319

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: Suspense! Drama! Silly dad Whiskey. This one is just cute and suspenseful. The story is starting to move along now! Feedback is always appreciated.

Gif Credit: Pinterest

Jack shut the front door and turned back to see Esme watching him from her seat at the dining room table. He could see the little gears in her brain turning as she stared at him. He walked over to the table and took a seat in his chair smiling softly at her.

“Do you like Bunny? You act weird around her.” Esme said curiously with a tilt of her head. Jack jolted at her question and quickly tried to cover it.

“Of course I like Bunny. She’s a nice lady.” Jack said dismissively as he began to dish out the pancakes. Jack saw out of the side of his eyes that Esme was still watching him with narrowed eyes.

“You’re being weird.” Esme said, confused before she shook her head and began to eat her pancakes.

“Oh I’m being weird huh? So is this weird?” Jack asked as he looked up at her from his plate with his eyes crossed, cheeks puffed out and lips pursed. Esme giggled loudly when she saw his face.

“Daddy!” She cried out now laughing hysterically as he began to tilt his head from side to side. When he stopped she giggled softly and shook her head at him. “You are SO weird.” She said to him and he smiled widely at her before cutting into his pancakes.

“So Bunny is going to be watching you for the week that I have to go away for a business trip.” Jack said as he put a piece of pancake in his mouth and began to chew. “You’re going to need to be on your best behavior, got it?” Jack warned her softly as he pointed his fork at from across the table.

“I know Daddy. I like Bunny and I like her dog Butter.” Esme said matter of factly as she took a bite of her own pancakes.

“Okay, but you have to listen to what Bunny says. She’s in charge so don’t go giving her a hard time. She’s doing Daddy a favor by watching you.” Jack said firmly as he stared at Esme.

“I know Daddy.” Esme said exasperatedly as she rolled her eyes at him.

———

After breakfast was done Jack loaded up the dishwasher and set it to clean the dishes before he turned back around to see Esme had already pushed the chair back up against the kitchen island. She was just climbing up onto it again when Jack stepped closer and pulled the box that Bunny had left over to the two of them.

Peering inside Jack smiled softly at all of the things that were in it. He pulled a colorful flowering plant and set it gently in the middle of the kitchen island. He then pulled out a medium sized dark blue teddy bear that had a plastic sleeve on the front of it.

“Oh that’s a worry bear! My friend Anna from the old neighborhood had one.” Esme cried as she reached for the bear and took it gently from his hands.

“What’s a worry bear?” Jack asked confused as his eyebrows furrowed softly as he gazed at the bear Esme was hugging to her front.

“Anna said anytime she was really upset about something she would write it on the worry card and her mom would read it. Then they would talk.” Esme said excitedly. Jack leaned against the island and looked over at Esme who was cuddling the bear close to her body.

“That’s a really good idea. Do you wanna try to do that when you get upset about things?” Jack asked softly and watched as Esme nodded her head eagerly. “Okay, we can definitely try that.”

Jack peered back down into the box and pulled out a red and white first aid kit. He opened it up and peered inside seeing all the essentials that were needed for first aid. He turned and quickly stowed it away under the kitchen sink knowing it’d come in handy there since he already had one stocked in the bathroom under the sink.

Just then Esme squealed and danced on the chair as she reached inside of it and pulled a Wonder Woman lunch box. Jack saw there was a sticky note taped to it and he pulled it off and read the pretty cursive handwriting.

“To a very super and brave little girl. Don’t let the bullies get you down.” Jack read to Esme and she squealed again with a large grin plastered on her face. Silently watching his little girl Jack couldn’t help but think that Bunny was going to be an excellent babysitter for his little girl. If she was able to lift her spirits with these heartwarming thoughtful gifts he couldn’t imagine what a week of the two of them spending together would do for Esme.

Looking back into the box Jack spotted another box that was chocolatey brown color with white lines dotted around it. Pulling the box out Jack slid the larger box onto the floor and then opened the lid on the smaller box. Inside was an assortment of ice cream fixings and three blu rays. Esme squealed again and pointed to the lid of the box where Jack saw the lettering ‘Just add ice cream’ scrawled in sparkly cursive handwriting.

“Looks like I know how we’re going to be spending our evening.” Jack said with a grin. Esme danced in her spot and bounced a little in excitement.

“Daddy, how come Bunny makes us boxes like this?” Esme asked curiously as she placed her hands on the island and peered into the ice cream box.

“You’ll have to ask her Buttercup. You’re gonna have a whole week with her to find out.” He said honestly. He knew Bunny was very generous with her time and effort but while he had an inkling as to why the woman created these care packages he’d rather have Esme ask the woman to find out her answer. Sliding the lid back onto the box of ice cream fixings he turned back to Esme. “Alright kiddo, go gather up enough clothes to last you a whole week okay? We gotta get you packed up for Bunny.” Jack said as he began to put away the box by the fridge.

“Okay, Daddy.” Esme said excitedly as she grabbed her Worry Bear and ran to her room.

“I’ll come and check on what you picked out in a little bit. Don’t forget socks and underwear!” Jack called out to her before he too began to move to his own bedroom to start packing for her work trip. Pulling out a large black duffel bag he began to pack his regular blue jeans and different colored button up shirts that he folded just right so that they wouldn’t crease. Once the clothes were packed properly he turned back to his closet and spotted his trusty whip and packed that as well. He could never be too careful while traveling to the main facility nearby.

Just as Jack was turning back to the closet he spotted his black Stetson hanging from the corner of his large bureau. Sighing softly he grabbed it from it’s place and slid his fingers across the brim of the hat. It had been quite awhile since he had gone on a work trip. Ever since before the death of Maria matter of fact. Sighing softly again he grabbed the handles of the duffel bag and placed it down against the wall next to his closet and set the Stetson on top of it. He knew he would have to get back into the game but he had hoped that it wouldn’t be this soon.

“Daddy I’m done!” Called Esme from her room.

“Alright I’ll be right there.” Jack called out to her and shook his head softly before turning to his dresser to get dressed and then go check on Esme.

#my writing #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman the golden circle #FLILO

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sooghostwriter · 5 years ago

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Chef Soo. Three meals a day

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC (Nameless, but I refuse to use Y/N)

Genre: Romance, AU, fluff, slow burn I guess. A molecule of angst.

BREAKFAST: Lemon Pie

The coffee owner and the baker

An important part of opening a cake shop/coffee shop was having an actual baker. She only had the good ideas and the money.

Fives chefs applied to the job and only one of them was smart enough to bring a taste of his cooking. Kyung Soo arrived with a lemon pie that tasted like heaven. It was also her favorite sweet. A match made in heaven. She hired him on the spot.

And she thanked that decision every day.

If she had to describe Kyung Soo in one word it would be an ant. Working none stop, focused on his job and a great team player. He was quiet and a bit serious, but he was her voice of consciousness. Whenever she came out with an idea that was unusable, he would tell her, with a lot of respect but stern. In other words, this is stupid, don't do it. Although sometimes that made her feel restricted. Because yes, macaroons were expensive and hard to do. But they were in trend. And a cake covered with macaroons could tempt anyone. It would be expensive, but she was sure they could sell at least two cakes per day. Or two cakes during the weekend “What about the work involved? Personally, I haven’t had good experiences making macaroons, and if we make them, I would have to neglect something, like the Mille-Feuille that sells great during the weekends” She felt smaller and smaller sitting on her chair. She knew he was right, of course he was. But her vision! She has seen it on her mind, a round cake covered in sweet almond pillows in pastel colors, maybe with some edible glitter on top “I know you have this Pinterest image in your head, and I can see it too, but we can’t risk that much yet, maybe in a couple of months…you could get another chef and they could be in charge of more complicated sweets, but for now, I don’t think we can do it” “I get it Kyung Soo, thank you for your honesty” “Are you ok? You look very disappointed…I mean…I could..” “No, don’t worry, Kyung Soo, you are the chef you know better than me, and I like that you are like this, just…don’t be so bland about it, this is my dream and I’m happy because it’s working, so I may get excited about it” “I’m sorry” He looked less stoic when he said it. Apologetic. He patted her shoulder and went to take the muffins out of the oven. The day Kyung Soo came to work for the first time they spend an hour talking. She shared her vision for the coffee, a cozy, calm and familiar place where people went after work when they didn’t want to go out with their coworkers, where a mom could go and read a book after leaving the kids with her husband, maybe where students could go for the wi-fi and regain some energy for the last class of the day. Of course she wanted to gain money, after all, she quit her job, took all the money from the unemployment insurance, sold her car, the jewelry her grandmother gave her and took a loan so she could open her coffee shop. She told him that for now, they needed to focus on flavor and quality. A small assortment of sweets to buy, and a menu of sweet things to serve like crepes and pancakes. He was immediately on board. He came up with the menu and the tarts, cakes, cookies, and desserts that they would sell. The first month was slow but steady, the second month was better, but not what they expected. By the third month, things took off. Kyung Soo’s Eclairs were always sold out by lunch, the Mille-Feuille cake needed reservation and people bought the chocolate mousse in bulks. They were extremely busy, but every day they reached their goal of the day. Kyung Soo worked as hard as she did. She never asked him, but she always had the feeling that for him this was his business too, his dream. Or at least he treated her dream has his. They were a perfectly synchronized team.

By the sixth month, she had already paid the loan. Just a couple of months and she would be able to hire a couple of people that could help Kyung Soo, now he had to do magic with his own hands and a part-timer. They grew closer too. Very slowly. Kyung Soo wasn’t distant or cold, but work was too much, and the only relationship they could have was a working relationship. Friendship was impossible when they were busy building up the business, cooking, fighting with the suppliers and putting down small fires, figuratively of course, except for one time. But under those circumstances, you end up knowing someone better than you know yourself. You end up getting used to that person’s company, voice, presence even his little habits. Like how he would tight his apron after putting something in the oven, or the cute face he made when whipping cream. She knew them all, since her eyes searched for him most of the time.

By the end of the year, Kyung Soo was interviewing someone for the position of baker. But the situation was better than what they expected, so they hired two new people. Kang Jisoo was a great patisserie with expertise in food styling “She can be in charge of the pretty sweets” Kyung Soo told her when they were going through her CV. She beamed in excitement. Jisoo was going to be Kyung Soo’s right hand. One of the CV’s caught their attention. He was also a baker, but he had an internship in France making bread “People keep asking us if we sell bread” “Can we hire him?” He asked with controlled excitement. She gave it a little thought, she liked the idea, but she was thinking on giving another use to the extra money they were making “Kyung Soo, actually, I wanted to give you a raise” He looked at her warmly, and she felt it all over her body. His eyes were always so expressive, he didn’t need to say anything. He was grateful “Thank you, but I can manage for now with the money I make, let’s hire him, and you raise my pay later” Kyung Soo was expecting something like that. Not because he wanted it, but it was something she would do. He heard her talk about it with her mom once. He could always hear her conversations in her office due to the glass door. She told her how she thought Kyung Soo wasn’t getting paid what he deserved. But she told him once that they were a team, they were in this together, and he promised himself to support her in this dream. So if now the right thing was to hire two new bakers instead of raising his paycheck, so let it be. So on Monday, the lovely Kang Jisoo and the bright Byun Baekhyun arrived, ready to start working. Kyung Soo took Jisoo and didn’t release her for the rest of the day. She did the same with Baekhyun, they came up with an assortment of 6 types of bread and his schedule. That day after a long day at work they went for dinner. They were very tired but excited to survive their first day at work. At one point in the night, she saw her new two coworkers with motherly eyes. They were cute, cheerful, with such a great disposition and most importantly, very talented. She caught Kyung Soo looking at his new coworkers too, stopping at Jisoo for a long second. She was surprised by how that made her feel. --- Since Baekhyun arrived, her mornings were more energetic. Baekhyun’s shift began at 5 am and ended at 2 pm. Since he was in charge of bread, those needed to be done during the morning. She arrived at 8 am, and was welcomed by a nice loaf of warm bread and a coffee that Baekhyun prepared for her. She got to share a lot with Baekhyun. He was the typical happy go lucky guy, who was always chirpy and who’s second language was flirting. Not on purpose, it was just part of his personality.

Byun Baekhyun was the typical energetic guy. He was always laughing, always making everybody laugh, your instincts would always tell you to like someone like him. And he has won her trust and friendship in a matter of days. Kyung Soo was always jealous of guys like him. He was so jealous of Baekhyun. But it was impossible to hate him. He enjoyed being around him, although they didn’t have a lot of time to share he enjoyed watching him. But he didn’t enjoy watching her laughing with his jokes. He never made her laugh like that.

It was Friday and Jisoo asked them if she could leave earlier for a friend’s birthday. They looked at each other and nodded at her at the same time. She was still young, she deserved to party, she commented as Jisoo left “She is a couple of years younger than you, don’t be so dramatic” He answered with a chuckle. She giggled with him, and Kyung Soo was sure this was the first time that happened, and he felt stupidly proud of himself. It was time to close and they were the only ones left working “Like the old times” He commented. He was right. It was like the old times. She couldn’t believe that her little but ambitious dream was going strong. The income now was steady. The coffee shop was never empty and Kyung Soo’s cakes were very popular. She stayed at the door of her office looking at Kyung Soo washing his hands. She knew she was looking at him lovingly, but he wasn’t paying attention so she allowed herself to do so. Their time to leave was closer, but she didn’t want to leave yet. She wanted to be with him a little bit more “Hey, I got emotional all of the sudden, wanna go for dinner, also known as drinks?” She asked as soon as the idea formed in her head, so in that way her common sense wouldn’t get in the way “Sure, let me go change” Kyung Soo dashed into the dressing room and left her there in shock. This was the first time they would go out together. They went to the usual spot where the four of them would go for dinner after a good week of sales. Kyung Soo ordered fried chicken and she went for a bowl of ramen. They ate in silence, a comfortable one. She took a spicy wing from his plate and he ate several spoons of broth from her bowl. The place started to get packed and the buzz in the air made them began to talk. It started with work talk, plans for next week, the menu for the coming summer, and the possibility of changing one of the providers “How do you feel about Jisoo and Baekhyun?” He asked her, moving the empty plates aside, resting his elbows on the small table “Great, I think we made a good decision hiring them, are you ok with Jisoo?” “She is perfect, she works diligently, her cake designs are terrific, and she is very nice to be around” The word Perfect kept resounding in her head “Baekhyun is good too, he makes amazing bread and he knows how to use the coffee machine” He commented, but it sounded very robotic “I’m always the one making coffee, so is nice to be served for once” Kyung Soo came to the realization that the only time he cooked for her was when he made that lemon pie for his job interview. He was her right hand, she put all her trust in him, and he couldn’t bake her a simple cupcake. He would change that as soon as possible. He couldn’t allow Baekhyun to win. He immediately felt embarrassed by his childish thought. They stayed there for an hour and a half talking. As always, about work, but there was something more. He took advantage of the situation, the atmosphere and the sensation he got from having her so close, smiling, joking with him, sharing with him. He felt hopeful, and when he went back home, for the first time he allowed himself to…imagine.

She arrived the next morning ready to fight with a couple of suppliers and to work on finances. Those were her least favorite things, but she was the one in charge of them, and she was kind of good at it. She was halfway done with her first task when Kyung Soo knocked at her glass door and went in “I brought you this” He said, leaving a mini lemon tart on her desk “For the old times” He said, not meeting her eyes and turning around quickly, disappearing into the kitchen. She grabbed her tart and bit into it without the need of a fork “For the old times” She mumbled to herself, giggling. She remembered with effervescence that afternoon when they met. She wondered if she liked him from that very moment. When she noticed that he was smart enough to bring a sample of his baking, to the interview to become baker at a bakery. Maybe her standards were too low.

As Kyung Soo was beating the eggs for the merengue of the lemon pie, he began thinking about her. He has been doing so since last night. Having a one on one time with her was unique, to say the least. On his ride home, and then on his morning commute to his job he kept recalling those first months working with her. Her determination, her strength, her curiosity. The times he could hear her from her office being passive-aggressive with the fruit providers. Or every time he arrived and found her sleeping at her desk. He wished he was caring enough, or brave enough to have made her coffee when that happened, to bring her a freshly baked donna. Baekhyun would have done it for sure. He also remembered the days he left work, just to come back to pick something he had forgotten and found her crying in her office. Always out of frustration or fear. All those times that he saw her so vulnerable and hurt he wanted to hug her. His arms itched to reach her and pulled her into his chest. To take the worry away. Just pass some of his calm onto her. But he was never brave enough. What they had was too precious to risk. Was too new to risk.

But then one day he realized that it wasn’t too new, but old. His feelings were well settled in his chest, and he had lost time. He could risk things now. But she was looking at someone else now. He would have to live with the craving his arms felt for her.

--- That Friday they had a terribly busy morning. And they would have some problems for the afternoon too since Jisoo cut her finger and was currently at the ER with Baekhyun. She left the part-timer on front and went to the kitchen to check on Kyung Soo “How are you doing? Need any help?” “Yes, I need to finish decorating these cupcakes, someone is going to pick them up in an hour, could you do that so I can take care of the orders?” She could do that much. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work “Wait!” Kyung Soo stopped her, holding one of her arms. He pulled a scrunchy from his right pocket and turned her around, sliding his fingers in her hair “What are you doing?” Her voice was a bit higher due to the surprise “You can’t do this with your hair down, so I’m braiding it” She stood still. Although she was sure her hands were shaking. She was sure this was the closest he had ever been. She was sure this was the first time he was touching her. His fingers brushed her neck burning her. His movements were a tiny bit clumsy but efficient. “You are good at this” She commented, trying to relieve the tension “I have practiced a lot with Jisoo, she always forgets to pull up her hair” She closed her eyes and released a long sight. He was already so close to her. Of course, they were. They work arm to arm, moving around the kitchen like a unit. But she and Kyung Soo also functioned as a unit. For a long time. Sure, she wasn’t a chef, but they were partners. Not officially. He was a worker, just like Baekhyun and Jisoo. Bur for her he always felt like more. He built the menu and signature of the coffee shop. People went there for his cooking. This coffee shop belonged to both of them. -- She arrived the next morning and found Baekhyun moving around the kitchen slower than normal “You look blue, is everything okay?” He sighed heavily, resting his body against the wall “Not really, You think Kyung Soo hates me?” “I don't think he knows how to feel that, why are you asking?” He walked with a heavy step to her side and rested his head on her shoulder like a gloomy puppy “I try to get close to him the little time our schedules overlap but he is so cold with me, he laughs but is always a shy laugh, meanwhile, Jisoo almost chokes to death the other day because of something I said” “He is very stoic” She tried to divert his line of thoughts “No, he kind of ignores me and I want to be friends with him, he is so cool” “You want me to talk to him?” He lifted his head and went to the dressing room with slow steps “No, what are you going to tell him anyway? I just hope he doesn't have a bad image of me” She followed him patting his back, understanding his feeling. She also wished Kyung Soo could give her more attention. “Good morning” Kyung Soo arrived, greeting and walking past them, into the dressing room “See?!” Baekhyun pointed, shaking her arm “Yeah, that was a bit cutting, you make us some coffee, I will check on him, maybe there's something going on” He nodded pouting and went back to the shop. She knocked the dressing room door, asking him if he was dressed “Yeah, come in” She opened the door and walked in, looking around, being nonchalant “Hello there chef” “Hello boss” She stood behind him and notice him having trouble tightening his apron “Let me do that, is everything alright?” She asked him as she tightened the straps around his waist “Yes” He answered, his voice low “Everything alright with Jisoo?” “Couldn't be better” She made a double knot and tapped his shoulder telling him she was done “Everything ok with Baekhyun?” “Sure” “You like him?” He sat down, taking off his shoes “He is great, although we don’t share the kitchen that much, why are you asking?” “No reason, just making sure everything is ok” “Sure, ok, then if you are done, I need to change my pants” She turned around quickly and left the room. When she went to the front of the shop, Baekhyun had already served three coffees and had a plate with a loaf of bread and butter “He says everything is ok” “You think he would tell you if he hated me” “I trust he tells me everything, so yeah, don’t worry Baekhyun” “Ok, if you say so, you think he would come to have breakfast with us?” She went to the back again and invite Kyung Soo to have breakfast with them. Kyung Soo accepted and when she arrived with him, she saw how Baekhyun’s imaginary tail began wiggling.

When she asked him to go and have breakfast with them, he really wanted to say no. He had some things to do, and also, if he could avoid seeing them act like old buddies, he would do it. But her questions in the dressing room told him something. She wanted to know how he felt about Baekhyun. He knew she cared about his input about everything, and if she wanted his approval on Baekhyun, she would have it. He liked him after all. He was a good guy. And share breakfast with them could be good.

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She was talking over the phone with her lawyer when Baekhyun knocked on her door. She gave him a signal to come in and he sat at her desk waiting for her to finish. She was about to end a 20 minutes long call to ask her lawyer what she had to do to make Kyung Soo her business partner. There was a lot of paperwork involved and a lot of visits to the public notary, but it could be done if they both wanted it. She hadn’t asked him yet. She didn’t know how. She hung up and Baekhyun asked immediately what was she talking about since he could hear the last part of the call “I’m thinking about making Kyung Soo my business partner” “He isn’t already?” “No, but he is my right hand, this business his almost half his in terms of development and success, so I want him to have a part of it” Baekhyun looked lost “What are you talking about?” “What?” “I thought you and he had something, no?” She felt her cheeks blush “No, no... Why would you think that?” Baekhyun moved on his seat awkwardly “I don't know, there's always this weird tension between the two of you, and you guys are always business business business, but you are all the time stealing glances from each other when the other is not looking, and when you talk you guys are always way too close” His voice lost volume by the end of the sentence “I.. We just..” “You don't have to explain anything... But I may have told you something that you didn't know, so I better go now” She tried to stop him, she needed to know about this weird tension and the stolen glances, but Baekhyun was quick and left the coffee before she could reach him.

----- One Monday morning she got an envelope from a tourism website informing her that the coffee shop was selected as a “One of the coffee shops to visit in Seoul”. The four of them went for dinner that night to celebrate. As always Kyung Soo took care of grilling and serving, always putting more meat on her plate. When Baekhyun and Jisoo complained he said “She’s our boss” His voice was serious, but he was grinning. After a bunch of beers and maybe half a pig she was ready to go. She told the rest they were free to stay and handed her card to Kyung Soo. She got up and Baekhyun grabbed her wrist, stopping her “Let’s share a cab” She agreed gladly, she hated the idea of riding the taxi alone in those conditions.

Kyung Soo felt sick all of a sudden. They were so friendly. They were so friendly since day one. And he was aware that Baekhyun was that kind of person, even he felt close to him the first time they met, but this was different. Baekhyun knew where she lived. He had known her and been working with her for more than a year and he still didn’t know her address. Meanwhile, Baekhyun was holding her arm to help her stand up. It was over for him.

He had lost his chance. And Baekhyun took his.

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She had a good night of sleep that night. She woke up before her alarm went off and the warm water reached the perfect temperature. On her way to work, she didn’t meet a single red light and the coffee Baekhyun prepared for her was especially good. She greeted Jisoo at the kitchen and ran into Kyung Soo when he walked out of the dressing room. She greeted him happily because she was feeling happy and seeing him added to the feeling, but he only nodded at her. It was like a bucket of cold water. All her happiness faded away. Not even in his worst days he had been so cutting. Why was he acting so distant? She tried to convince herself that she was overreacting, reading too much into it, but during the morning she realized that she wasn’t. Even Baekhyun noticed it. Before leaving he commented to her between whispers “Did you say something to him?” “No, no that I remember, Did I? Something happened last night?” “No, nothing, when we were there everything was alright, we talked a lot and laughed with everything I said or did, he even poured me several drinks, and then we…oh crap” Baekhyun mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ “What? What is it?” “You don’t get it? I’m sorry, I feel that this is my fault, at least part of it, ok… I need to go” He grabbed his backpack and left in a hurry, without giving her the chance to ask for more. She cursed at him, still clueless of why Kyung Soo was acting like this, and only with her. That day they had to close the coffee shop early due to the cut of the water service. By 6 the shop was empty, everything washed and ready to close. She arranged everything at her office, moving languidly around the room, still sad about Kyung Soo’s cold shoulder. She wanted to go home and cry maybe. She didn’t like it, she hadn’t heard his voice all day long. He didn’t come to her office not even once to ask her to call the suppliers, or for her to taste something. She was going to steal some donuts from the refrigerator, go home and cry on the shower maybe. She was about to get her period, she was especially emotional, that’s why she allowed herself some self-love. She almost got a heart attack when she walked into the kitchen and met Kyung Soo with his jacket on, reclining against one of the counters, his head down, looking at his hands. When he heard her, he looked up, and hold her stare for a while “Can we talk?” She couldn’t find her voice, so she only nodded and walked next to him. She was terrified. She knew there was something going on with him, and his face of worry and shame prove her right. She wanted to make him feel better. To get rid of that dark stare, help him. Maybe this was the right time to talk to him about becoming business partners, maybe like this, his mood could improve “I need to talk to you about something… I have been thinking about this for a while, is an idea that in the last months has been developing in my head” She saw her hands shaking. She knew he wasn’t talking about a cake or a change in the menu, no one gets so serious to talk about that, not even him. Her last boyfriend said some similar words when he broke up with her. Those words, with that voice and that somber disposition never meant something good. Kyung Soo was about to tell her something terrible “Are you ok? You went pale all of the sudden” She looked up from her hands and found him looking at her face, his hand so close to her cheek she could almost felt its warmth. His entire semblance changed. He was still serious, but worried, his eyes big and round scanning her, searching what was disturbing her. He asked her a couple of times and she didn’t answer until she felt slightly better and under control “I…it’s just…you have been acting so weird today, and now you are being so serious now, I can’t tell why… I’m terrified” She was sure she wasn’t crying, but she heard her voice break. Finally, finally after months of craving it, he grabbed her face with careful hands, caressed her cheeks down to her neck and shoulders and pulled her into a hug. He held her by the nape, his right hand sinking in her silky hair, and his other arm held her softly, pulling her against his chest as close as he could. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms went around his waist and although his hug wasn’t tight, it calmed her down a little bit. She felt him speak. She felt his breathing against her shoulder but couldn’t hear what he was saying. She let go of him and searched for his eyes, but he didn’t meet hers “What did you say?” “I’m sorry” “For what?” He let go of her, his arms falling from her back to his side “What I was going to tell you is that…I have been thinking about moving jobs, maybe is time for me to move on” Her arms went to his waist again. This time her grip was tight. The panic his words caused her stirred her with desperation. If she had to stay like this, hugging him for the rest of her life so he wouldn’t leave, she would do it. She kept asking him not to leave, begging for him to stay. At first, he just let her be, he hugged her too, rubbing her back trying to calm her down, but it came to no avail. Kyung Soo grabbed her arms and unclasped them with a lot of difficulties. He called her name, trying to calm her down, but she held to his arms, still shaken by his news “This could be good for me, and for you too, Jisoo will stay in charge, she cooks the kind of things you like, and maybe a new chef with a new approach could be better for the coffee shop” She was in tears, her lips shaking as the air left her mouth in short and quick puffs. He got worried about her, he felt guilty too “No! No Kyung Soo, you can’t leave me, this coffee is what it is because of you” “Is not, this is your dream, I just helped you” “No, without you I couldn’t have done this, you are my chef, you are my partner Kyung Soo, please don’t…” Kyung Soo took a step back releasing himself from her grip. He looked unsettled, shaking his head, his eyes saddened “Just that? You want me here just because I'm your chef?” “What do you mean?” She asked, cleaning her tears with her sleeve. Kyung Soo took a deep breath after another until he could speak calmly “That's the only thing I am to you right?” She looked into his eyes for a long time. Kyung Soo now was being inquisitive giving her back a stare that intimidated her because she felt naked in front of him. She was sure she never showed her adoration in front of him. She was always professional, they were never flirty or platonic. They did trust each other and talked a lot, but she never felt anything from him, and she was sure she never showed anything more than admiration and respect towards him. She needed to change that “No! No, you are more” Build up the braveness to say more than that was harder than she would expect. “What am I then? And please don’t say your business partner” She noticed in his voice that they were equally desperate. They were equally frustrated and scared about what was happening. There was a lot to lose with this conversation. She could confess and lose her chef and a friend. But if he was so decided to leave, she needed to share with him how much she had fallen for him, because she loved him. And if he decided to leave after her confession and not look for her ever again, at least she got to tell him how she felt. She just wished she could have told him sooner “Kyung Soo…you are all that, but since always you have been my friend” He closed his eyes sighing in frustration “And I love you, I just… I love you so much, you can’t leave me, please don’t leave me” She finished with a string of voice, her hands in fists, her eyes closed, scared. Kyung Soo took two long steps whispering her name, and as she looked up, he cupped her jaw and covered her mouth with his own. She gasped and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Kyung Soo grunted softly in return as he dragged his fingertips along her jaw. Kyung Soo’s lips were soft and warm, but calm. It wasn’t a hungry kiss or desperate. He was testing, keeping himself in line. Despite the shock, she still thought she could spend the rest of her days kissing him without getting tired of it. He pulled back just far enough to let the air back into their lungs. His eyes gazed deeply into her eyes, asking for permission, although it was a bit too late now. She closed her eyes and he couldn’t resist too long away from her. He tilted his head catching her breath, and this time he kissed her with intensity. Intensity that she matched. The kiss itself was more tentative than anything, mostly because they were both unsure of what was going on. But she was the first one settling it when she caught his lower lip and suddenly sucked on it. Kyung Soo’s warmth was almost suffocating, and she wanted to taste it. He encircled one arm around her waist, placed the other hand on her nape as if locking her with his body so she wouldn’t leave him. He didn’t want to hold back anymore, he wanted her, he loved her, and she loved him too. Now it was the time to make up for the lost time. Her hands were on his shoulders, his neck, his arms, the sides of his face. It was desperate, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the tiny frustrated sounds spilling from the back of her throat. She didn’t care that he was leaving her. He was quitting and leaving her behind. She backed away, looking at him wildly “You…Kyung Soo, you…you are lea…” He moved quickly to grab her by the nape, tugging her close so they could rest their foreheads together “It’s ok, I’m here, I’m not leaving” He breathed, stroking the back of her neck tenderly. She still looked fairly terrified, her pupils blown wide and shaking all over, but completely still in his hold “Kyung Soo” She called again, but he shook his head and moved his other hand to stroke her cheek softly “I love you” He whispered, although he knew it was not enough to reassure her now, even after the kiss “You really do?” “We kissed” He whispered against her lips, feeling stupid by saying that, but his mind couldn’t form better words. His fingers caressed the sides of her mouth and god, he wanted to do it again, wanted to seal his mouth over hers for another taste, just to feed that need he has been feeling for months. But he held himself. Instead, he took one of her hands and placed it over his chest, the spot where his heart was beating like crazy. Closing her eyes, she let her senses take over everything, wondering for how long she has been feeling like this, if this is what falling in love feels like, if this is what he feels like. She called his name again, and Kyung Soo called hers. They giggled together, feeling some of the tension dissipate “And…and what does this mean?” She stuttered "No idea" He whispered, and they giggled again. She knew what this was, he knew it too, so she leaned in and kissed him again. When they pulled apart and she opened her eyes she found him smiling brightly. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting and dropping her on the counter. She hugged his shoulders and rejoiced in the feeling of his arms holding her “You are not leaving right?” “No” “Why did you say that?” His ears went red and he looked down ashamed “I thought you liked Baekhyun, and I just couldn’t go through that” She called his name softly, feeling sorry for him, “Just to be clear, I don’t like him” “I know now” She made him look at her again, rubbing his nape “That’s why you were so cold to him?” He nodded, looking at her again “Ok, make sure to be nicer with him ok? He was very sad because he thinks you hate him and he really likes you” Kyung Soo’s eyebrows went up funnily “That’s why you asked me if I liked him?” “Yeah” “I thought it was because you wanted my approval to date him” She was shocked to hear that, and also felt incredibly guilty “Kyung Soo, for how long have you being suffering?” She caressed his face, kissing his cheeks “Kiss me some more so I can forget about that” She grabbed his cute face and kissed him softly, like a caress, an apology. Kyung Soo pulled back from the kiss, his hands moving to her thighs “What you wanted to say before?” She looked clueless for a while, not quite remembering what happened before. She took half a minute to go over the most recent events “Oh yes! I had a proposal for you, here” She grabbed his hand and jumped down the counter, walking with him to her office. If she was lucky enough, after that afternoon she would get a new boyfriend and a new business partner.

The End

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I think the next story will be up in two weeks. Miso.

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sisterwifeudaku · 5 years ago

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How Can I live

Chadwick Boseman x Black! Reader

It was a typical Saturday with Chadwick home. You waking up to him staring at you with that crooked smile that gave you butterflies.

"Good morning baby" he spoke as he reached over to pull at your bonnet letting it slap back against your forehead.

"Good morning old man"You spoke back, sleep still evident in your voice as you put your feet on his legs making him suck his teeth.

"How the hell are your feet this cold if you had me turn the heat on hell last night?" he said quickly moving his legs off the bed.

"I got hot and turned it off" you said laughing at him as he shook his head.

"Whatever Minnie. Come on and get up I wanna get some food before I take you to get your nails done"

You laid there for a minute tired and not really wanting to get out of bed. You were going to suggest a lazy Saturday but he insisted that you two get out and do something, stating he had some sort of surprise for you.

Your man stood there clad in just his boxers with his long fingers on his waist, waiting for you to stand up. After a three minute staring contest you got up out of bed making your way to the bathroom.

By the time you had gotten dressed and ready to go, Chadwick who was finished getting ready twenty minutes before you had conducted some business over the phone that he hoped you would enjoy.

"You ready Minnie?" he asked you standing up with a grunt.

"Yup. Mickey are you going to help me pick out a color?" You asked as you two made your way to the front door.

"Uhhhh, champagne color?" he suggested with a shrug.

"That might be cute"you responded pulling out your phone. Once you logged into Pinterest and found a design you liked you showed it to him.

Barely glancing up from the college basketball game he nodded and murmured "Cute"

You rolled your eyes and told him you were ready. He quickly jumped up grabbing his keys and jacket before heading for the door. He opened the front door allowing you to leave first but not before giving your ass a smack.

Once in the car, Chadwick started the car and began to drive while you played with the radio connecting your phone to the bluetooth. Hitting shuffle you started to feel the music. Tamia blasted through the radio as you sung along to your man.

"I think you're truly something special" you started but stopped once you realized he was eating Cheez Its. You laughed causing him to take his gaze off of the road for a second to see what had you laughing.

"What's so funny baby" he asked still taking glances at you and eating.

"The fact that you pulled those Cheez Its out of nowhere. Where did your fat ass get them anyway" you asked as he sucked his teeth.

"I keep a box on the side of the door. Nosey ass, you know I keep them snacks on me" he said grabbing more. He yanked the box away when you reached for some before pulling over.

"Yippy Kiyay muthafucka. We made it" he spoke before hoping out of the car to open your door.

"Allow me to help you out Miss Daisy?"He spoke reaching out his right hand to grab your left. You laughed grabbing his hand as he kissed you.

"Are you staying here with me?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to" He spoke kissing your cheek.

Together you walked into the shop to sign in. He pulled his hoodie onto his head and sat down by the entrance.

He sat there trying to contain his feelings. He was definitely nervous about what would be happening in about and hour.

He needed to keep himself busy he stood and walked into the back to talk to you.

"Hey baby" you smiled as you got your feet scrubbed.

"Hey, look is going across the street to get something to drink. What do you want?" He asked as her attention jumped from the lady painting her toenails and back to him.

"I don't want anything babes, thanks for asking" she smiled making him roll his eyes.

Whatever he brought back she would definitely finish for him leaving him with nothing.

"Yeah whatever. Gimme some love" he mumbled puckering his lips as he leaned done to kiss the woman he loved. They pulled away to heard the lady fussing.

"Look at this! You wiggled your toes and messed up the nail."

Chadwick laughed backing up. "sorry ma'am. I'll leave you to it" he smiled before turning to walk over to the nail technician that would be working on your nails.

"Excuse me" he said as he sat in front of her grabbing her attention. "Yes?" "The woman that went back there. She wanted the champagne colored nails. You know who I'm talking about?" He asked

"Oh yes. She's a regular client"

"Yeah well I need you to do me a favor please"

"What is it?"

"When you finish her nails and put that clear moisturizer on her hands...I need you to slide this on her left ring finger for me" he stated sliding her the box and a two hundred dollar bills.

"Ohhhh will do. What do you want me to say when I put it on her finger?"

"Tell her it's from that handsome man she came in with" he smirked before standing up.

"I'm counting on you mama. Don't lose that ok?" He spoke as she nodded putting it in a side drawer and winking at him.

He gave her a smile before walking out of the building into the fresh air.

He took a deep breath, thankful that he didn't have to breathe in those chemicals for the time being.

Now he had to kill time before he officially gave his all to you.

You looked at your surroundings to try and see where Chadwick was but sighed when you saw that he wasn't in the salon.

How long did it take to get some snacks from the store across the street?

You sighed realizing he might've been spotted by some fans and that he was with them taking pictures and signing autographs.

You looked down at your nails and smiled at the work.

"You like the stones?" The nail lady asked.

"You know I do girl!! This is cute"

After having her nails under the lights to dry for a fourth time she was finally done.

She watched as the nail tech rubbed the oil on her skin and massaged her hands.

Just as you were about to get up she patted your hands.

"One more thing sweetie" she said digging into a drawer and putting a ring on your left ring finger.

"Miss this isn't mine" you said confused

"It is now. That handsome man you came in here with left it for you." She said and got up from her seat.

Smiling down at the ring on your fresh manicure you turn as you hear the door open and the gasps of other customers.

There stood the man you loved with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you've seen. He walked toward you smiling ear to ear.

"These are for you" he said and you gladly accepted them with a giggle.

"Why thank you" you said as he grabbed your free hand to make you stand up.

" I know you're wondering about the ring I had them put on your finger." he spoke as he got down on one knee.

"With everything I've done wrong in my life this here is the one thing I pray everyday I get right. I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms at night. Not a day goes by that I don't think about us. It's like Picasso painted your aura, it's like Beethoven composed your vocal tones, a Rodin inspired hand sculpted you the desire of man, Michelangelo grieves inside you. When I look in your eyes I see the seeds of my wildest dreams. I'm rambling but you just make me that nervous. My knee is starting to hurt so I'll rap it up. Baby, will you do the honors of becoming my wife?"

#chadwick boseman fanfic #chadwick boseman fan fiction #chadwick boseman fanfiction #chadwick boseman imagine #chadwick x reader #Proposal Fic #I need this in my life #I finally posted somethinggg #chadwick boseman oneshot #black panther imagines #black panther fanfiction #marvel imagine

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deedee-sims · 4 years ago

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+1 replies :)

Under the cut!

@sims2-secretgarden replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

I wanna live in Rhett's wardrobe, cause it's making me happy)) Those dino shirt is epic! Ollie should take Rhett with him to Lainey's dress fitting. But there's a risk, she will end wearing any dress, but white lol.

Haha, I’m glad you like it! I wanted to make a funky shirt, and I found this cute pattern on Freepik, I just had to use it! Lainey is not that easy to persuade, and she definitely wants a white dress! :D

@nostalgiastardew replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

I love all the little details you put in your pictures, like Lainey having Pinterest open with your CC pinned haha. That made me grin when I saw it. I feel like Rhett knows *something* happened with him and Ollie. He seems pretty intuitive, and Ollie, bless his heart, is a terrible liar. I just get that vibe from his behavior. Comments like, “I’m capable of development” and how he hasn’t been going out lately makes me wonder if he’s trying to indicate something to Ollie.

Aw, thank you! Haha, I quickly needed to photoshop a place where they can find wedding dresses, so pinterest was it XD. You’re definitely thinking in the right direction here!

@episims replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

Sooo he just suddenly felt like knocking Oliver's door is a good idea after all? Pffff. I say he remembers everything

@themeasureofasim replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

Couldn't you write a sequel from Rhett's point of view? I love him ❤️ Only you know what's going through his mind, but I think he's not lying about forgetting what happened, although Oliver weirdness the next morning may have given him a hint

Ahh, I promise there will be stuff from Rhett’s POV! (but I can’t say more about it yet :P) Either way, Rhett is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but we love him anyway :D

@timeparadoxsims replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

Awesome pictures and great writing, as always :D Poor Ollie...

Thank you so much! Let’s hope things will turn for the better for Ollie!

@unicornfatty replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

Halfway through? Already??? 0.0 Man, I was just strapping in for a long journey...

Yep, the whole thing is 9 chapters, so 4 more to go!

unicornfatty replied to your photo “Plus One - Chapter 5: Aftermath on my DW! Now with 40% more blushing!...”

Also, inch is 2,54 cm :D

Thank you, I learned something today! :D

#nostalgiastardew #episims #themeasureofasim #timeparadoxsims #unicornfatty #sims2 secretgarden #replies

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elizabeth-marston-roberts · 6 years ago

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Working Hard | John Marston x Abigail Marston x F!Reader |

This is based on one of the nights I stayed late for work last week. I was bouncing around a few different projects but I finally finished this one yesterday before I went and saw Endgame. This is another Modern AU as well!

Pairing: John Marston x Abigail Marston x F!Reader

Rating: T? No smut or anything but there is a mention or two of sex.

Words: 4,051

@redeadepression

You glance at the clock above the kitchen's archway. "He's late." You murmur to Abigail, who is flipping through Netflix boredly.

It's date night and you and Abigail are dressed and ready to go see a movie, but John's nowhere to be found. Normally he would be home from work right at this time and in the shower, but for some reason he hadn't even come home yet. It was worrying for a man that was so hellbent on routine.

"It's not like him to be late." You continue. "What if something happened?"

"Darling, I am sure he just got caught in some traffic." She says, eyes still on the screen. "He'll be home soon, alright? Relax."

You huff and cross your arms, glaring at the tv screen like it was its fault your boyfriend wasn't home from work yet. "Fine."

Your phone rings a moment later, and it's John. Faster than lightning, you grab it and tap the green bubble, phone to your ear in less than a second. "John??"

"Hey, baby." He sighs. "I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be home for a while. Got this jackass customer that suddenly needs his damn truck tomorrow mornin' and I gotta get his airbag system done. It's just me here now, so I'm lookin' at another hour or two at the least."

"It's already six-thirty!" You whine. "And it's date night."

"I know, I know. I'll make it up to you and Abigail. I promise. Believe me, I would much rather go see a movie with my beautiful ladies than stare at this goddamn frame for another two hours. I'm sore and I'm tired, but this is how I make money to take you two out like you deserve."

You sigh. "Anything we can do to help?"

"Just have dinner for me ready. I'll call when I'm on my way out."

"Okay." You mumble, dejectedly playing with the hem of your shirt. "I love you."

"I love you. Abi too. I'll see you later."

"Bye." You hang up and pout, flopping onto Abigail pathetically. She kisses your forehead, playing with your hair.

"What's goin' on?"

"John has to work late tonight. A customer is throwing a fit about his truck so he's gotta get it done tonight."

She scoffs, shaking her head furiously. "The shit these people do... Don't they realize John is more than just a goddamn mechanic and he don't have time to just stay late for their selfish asses?"

"They don't care." You sigh. "He's all by himself there."

"Not for long." Abigail gives your rear a pair of pats. "Come on, let's go on over there and try to help him."

"We'd probably just get in his way, sweetheart."

"We may not be mechanics, but we can provide moral support and talk a lot of shit. Come on!"

Grinning, you hop off the couch and grab the keys to Abi's car. She shuts the tv off and grabs her purse, and within fifteen minutes you're at the auto shop. Snorting at the unlocked door, you and Abigail walk inside, locking the door behind you, and head for the garage.

As usual, the interior is a mess. There's Oil-Dri in various places on the floor, there's an annoying flickering light, air lines are strewn about the ground, and John's tools are scattered around his area. Carefully stepping over things and regretting the choice to wear white tennis shoes, you and Abigail approach the man.

He's on a black creeper, working underneath a white Ford F-350. It's a pretty truck, but no vehicle is worth skipping date night. His dirty hands grasp the running board and he rolls himself out from underneath it when he hears your activity, his angry face taking on a surprised look.

Grinning, he stands up. "What're you two doin' here?"

"Came to help." Abigail winks and approaches him for a kiss that he happily obliges.

"Ain't you sweet." He smiles and wipes his hands on the red rag in his back pocket, crooking his finger in the 'come hither' motion upon seeing you.

A smile overtakes your lips and you rush over, hands on his cheeks as you give him a big kiss. You were always so sweet on him, but he loved that so much about you that he could never take real advantage of it.

"Hey, babygirl." He croons against your lips. He leaves another smooch on you before stepping back. "You two really wanna help me?"

"Yes!" Abigail says, hands on her hips and that determined glint in her eye. "We can... Give you stuff!"

"Okay." He smiles, holding his hands up innocently. "I'll treat you beauties to dinner after."

"You better." Abigail teases.

"So what're we doing?" You smile at John, who grimaces.

"I gotta run the lines from the airbags to this compressor and do all the wiring. It's gonna take a while."

"I thought airbags was in the car." Abigail muses, looking at all of the various bolts and tools tossed around the floor where John was working.

He chuckles softly and walks to the rear of the truck, pointing to a black, baggy spring-looking device on the truck's frame. "Different kinda airbag, darlin'. These ones stiffen the suspension when the load is put on. In this case, this guy has a fifth wheel trailer that he pulls, and it's a big sonbitch, so without 'em it squats this thing like it's a little Tacoma. I got the bags on already, and on a regular kit all I would need to do is run the air lines together and that'd be it."

"You mentioned a compressor." You say, looking for something resembling said compressor.

"Already got it bolted under the truck, and I'm workin' on the pump now. I ain't never done a system like this and the damn instructions are vague as all hell, plus I'm pretty sure the bastards sent the wrong kit. But I'm makin' it work 'cause I ain't got no other option."

"Well that's dumb." Abigail crosses her arms, a scowl forming on her lips. "Ain't your fault you got the wrong stuff."

"Customers don't care 'bout that, darlin'." John settles back down onto his creeper, rolling underneath once again. "It ain't fair, but... Ain't nothin' fair. You know that."

Abigail just pouts and plops down onto a blue roll-around chair. She rolls beside you and pulls you onto her lap, resting her chin on your shoulder. Putting your head against hers, you stare at John's legs sticking out from under the truck.

"C'mere, you cocksuckin' bastard." He mutters to what is presumably the pump for the system, picking it up and holding it to the frame.

Abigail snorts. "Stay classy, John."

"Hush, woman, I'm workin'!"

She waves a lazy hand at him and pulls her phone from her pocket, opening back up to her Pinterest. Lazily scrolling through it, she rubs your stomach affectionately.

Underneath the truck, John grumbles your name. Turning your head from the cookie recipe Abigail is reading, you look at John's legs and tilt your head to somewhat catch a glimpse of his face.

"What'd you say?"

"I said, can you get me some Loctite? It's in a blue bottle with a white cap. Should be on my toolbox."

"Got it!" You pop up and turn to his bright yellow Snap-On set of toolboxes, humming as you search it for the bottle he described.

"I need a pair of gloves too!" He calls out.

"Kay!" As you return to the truck with his items, Abigail looks toward John.

"What's Loctite?"

"It's a thread sealer that makes sure these bolts don't go fallin' out." A bolt rolls out to her feet, and she leans down and inspects it curiously. "Do me a favor and get a wrench that size. Please."

Abigail passes you as she makes her way to the toolbox, turning her head once she realizes she has no idea where the wrenches are. "Joooooohn!"

Under the truck, John flinches at her whine. "Damn, I hate when you yell like that! Always makes me think there's somethin' wrong."

Ignoring his rant, she continues. "Where's the wrenches?"

"Second drawer on the left."

She tugs on the drawer, but it doesn't give. "What the hell is wrong with this thing...?"

His amused laughter is muted due to his position beneath the truck, but you hear it nonetheless. "On the bottom of the handle is a roll latch. Slide that to the left and then pull."

"Oh." Her fingers touch the rack and she guides it to the left, squeeing happily when it opens up. "That's so neat!"

John laughs again. "It sure is, Abigail. Get me that wrench now so I can get this mounted."

While she searches for the right size, you drag over a piece of cardboard to sit on. Plopping down and crossing your legs, you smile at the better view you have of John. He catches your eye and winks, waving cutely with two of his greasy fingers.

"I see you've found my Carolina Creeper."

"Your what?"

He snickers to himself. "Redneck creeper. As in, when I can't find mine or I can't fit real good under somethin', I lay on cardboard."

"Oh!" You laugh. "You're a silly man, John."

He takes the bolt and wrench as Abigail slides it to him. "That I am, babygirl."

Abigail resumes her position on the roll-around chair, propping her knee up on your shoulder while she texts a friend back. Your arm wraps around her calf as you rest your head against her knee, slipping her flip-flop off to rub her foot. For as long as you'd known her, Abigail sure loved getting her feet rubbed.

John relaxes one leg, shaking his foot to the beat of a Metallica song playing on the radio. For a while he just murmurs to himself and tinkers, and occasionally you see his hands reaching for a nearby tool. It's maddening how he's so eloquent at his work but can't go one week without falling down the stairs in the early morning hours.

"You need new boots, John." You say, poking the worn toe of his shoe.

Abigail snorts. "I been tryin' to get him to buy a new pair for two months. If the idiot wants his feet and back to hurt, then that's on him."

"Ya know, if I wanted to be nagged by you two, I woulda gone home!"

You swat his foot. "We're just looking out for you, brat!"

"Yeah, yeah!" He waves a gloved hand. "You wanna come down here and screw a bolt in?"

"Uh, yeah!" You grin and stand, pushing your cardboard under the truck and laying beside him. Sneaking in a quick kiss before you settle down, John peels off his Loctite-stained gloves and looks over at you with a little smile.

"It's dark under here! How do you see?"

John chuckles. "I got a few different ways. After you get this bolt in I'll grab a light."

"Kay." You look where John's already got the bolt ready to go. He holds a wrench to you and points to the circular end.

"This one's a ratchet wrench, and this side of it here is the ratchet. Rule of thumb, righty-tighty, lefty-loosey."

"Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey." You nod, smiling. "I've heard that one before."

"Means it's a good rule." He says, and he twists the end of the wrench. "Now these are my new ones y'all got for me, and-"

"It looks brand new! We bought them for you over a year ago!"

"Are you tellin' me you let those damn wrenches sit in the box over a year, John Marston?!" Abigail questions.

John groans and closes his eyes. "Yes, my love, I did. But I'm using them now and that should be good enough!"

"See if I ever get you a tool again." Abigail grumbles and leans back against the wall, crossing one leg over the other.

John's quiet for a moment, staring blankly at the truck's undercarriage before continuing. "Anyway. These are double-sided. My old ones had a little switch you turned, but they got stuck a lot as they got towards the end, so I actually like these a lot more. So find your right side and get to bolting."

You hum and twist the ratchet like John had, finding the side that will tighten the bolt. Once the wrench is set, you begin flicking your wrist to get it in. John grins proudly and covers his large hand over yours, adjusting your grip for a more efficient flick of the wrist.

"John, is that tape on your shoe?" Abigail questions, leaning down to pull off a wayward piece of electrical tape that stuck to his heel.

"Wait, no!" He grins as he calls out to her, and when she pulls the tape anyway he hisses, pretending to deflate his body, his arms falling on the floor and his propped up leg sagging to the side.

Abigail laughs and balls the tape up, throwing it at him. It lands at his groin, to which he groans and curls up, hands protectively over the 'offended' area, whimpering like a kicked puppy. She laughs some more and you join in, shaking your head. To the outside world, John Marston is a mean man with a helluva bitch face; but to you and Abigail, John's the softest dork in the world. It feels good to have such a privilege.

After you've done your job, John rolls out from under the truck, heading for his toolbox. He returns with a set of goggles and a bright green flashlight with 'Ryobi' emblazoned on the side, playfully kicking your foot and looking to your other partner.

"Abigail, reach beside you and grab that light." He requests while kneeling on the floor and sitting on his creeper, sliding the goggles onto his face as he waits.

Turning, she perks a brow at the light mounted to some wood with an orange cord wrapped around it. "This?"

"Yes ma'am."

She stands and picks it up, her eyebrows furrowing when she realizes it's got some weight to it. Bringing it over and undoing the cord, she frowns curiously at the letters written on the back of the light.

"BFL?"

John snickers like a boy and takes it, shoving it under the truck. "Would you believe me if I said it stands for 'Big Fluorescent Light'?"

"Absolutely not." She snorts and plugs the light in, the dark area illuminating immediately; she smiles fondly when she hears your soft gasp in amazement.

John sets aside the green battery flashlight and lays down to roll back underneath. "Babygirl, wanna do the last two bolts for me?"

"Yes!"

He grins and joins you once more, handing you the next silver bolt. He hums and grabs the instruction booklet from his back pocket, attempting to smooth out the creases as he reads the next steps. Despite the entrance of the BFL, it's still too dim for reading. In a move that makes you laugh and murmur, "Of course." John clicks a button on each side of his goggles, lighting them up like an LED Christmas tree.

"You like that, huh?" He smirks, reading.

"Very cute; I'll give you that much."

Eventually it gets to a point where John is working and you're just curled on your cardboard, watching and handing him tools that are nearby. Abigail comes back into the garage, though you never noticed she'd left, and gives you both a nudge with her foot as she walks by.

"Alright, grease monkeys, it's time to eat!"

"Food!" You gasp and push John out from underneath the truck.

Dazed, John blinks and pulls his goggles off, yawning before he pushes himself up. He grasps your ankles (no doubt leaving a stain) and pulls you out, the cardboard whining as it moves against the gritty floor. He helps you stand and walks over to the shop sink, pumping the green lotion-looking soap onto his dirty hands.

Turning to where Abigail has set up dinner, he smiles tiredly at her while he works the soap in the fine lines of his palms. "I know I said I would take you two out."

"That's why there's always tomorrow, John." She says as she pours some soda into little cups. "Besides, the pizza place had a promo code."

"It smells good." You hum and wash your hands much quicker than John. You kiss Abigail's cheek gratefully and sit down on the black chair she'd rolled over from someone else's work bay, sipping the drink.

You two wait for John to come over and open the box before digging in. It's plain with extra cheese, Abigail's favorite. It's quiet, minus the commercials blaring from John's little red radio. He closes his eyes and rubs at them, to which Abigail scowls. Her poor man is tired, and yet he can't go home.

"You should take your contacts out if they're bothering you, John."

"Don't have my glasses." He sighs, biting his pizza. "'M fine. Time issit?"

You check your phone. "Quarter to eight now."

"Fuck." He mutters at his official twelve-hour workday. "I still have to run the airlines and gets the wires run. I want you two to head home after we finish eating."

"And I want a million dollars." Abigail rolls her eyes. "We're staying, John."

"I'm not playin', Abigail. I'm gonna be here late and you two don't need to be hangin' around all bored while I'm workin'. I don't need the extra pressure."

"No pressure from us, John. Remember, we're the ones that love you." You remind him gently. Last thing you need is the tired, angry version of your boyfriend to reveal himself.

He sighs and bites his pizza again, rubbing his forehead. Abigail rubs his knee soothingly and finishes her slice, grabbing another. John eats another two pieces before wiping his hands on his jeans and grabbing a cardboard box with a crudely cut hole in the top.

He picks up a roll of red tubing that's on his white work table and a razor blade, resuming his position under the truck he was sick of seeing. He's underneath it for ten minutes before you and Abigail roll over to the truck on your chairs.

John's silent as he works, to the point where Abigail is uncomfortable enough to push the cardboard beside him and lay down. She's on her side, resting her head on her hand and staring at him. Her other hand comes to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her palm.

"I'm proud of you; you know that?"

He's quiet, but his jaw ticks. He makes an incision in the red tube and puts the razor blade between his lips as he holds it at one end of the little black box that controls the whole system.

"You stayin' late for this person, even though you're tired and achin' and don't wanna be here. You know me; I'd have been outta here hours ago and told him he's SOL. But you're better than that, and I love you for it."

John's entire body softens and he spits the blade out, leaning to her for a brief but meaningful smooch. "Thank you." He whispers.

She smiles and leans in for a beat-longer kiss, rubbing his chest. "Alright, let's get these red thingies up."

"Yes ma'am." John smiles, rejuvenated for a little while longer.

Abigail slips out from the truck and straddles your lap, her hands connecting behind your neck. She leans in for a kiss, her tongue running over your lip.

"Gotta have our own fun, hm?" She mutters against you as your hands rest on her hips.

"Not too much fun." You chuckle, pop kissing her lips. Her plush lips are soft on yours and she cups your face in her hands.

"Believe me when I say I hate to interrupt somethin' so nice, but I gotta get this done and I can't focus when I have a boner, ladies."

The idea of getting on your knees and blowing John right where he lays is appealing, but you refrain from doing so in favor of letting him have it once he's in bed later. Abigail regretfully removes herself from your lap and sits beside you, putting her feet in your lap.

Another hour passes before John emerges. His eyes are barely open now, and you glance at the clock mounted beside the garage door. It's nearing ten o'clock, John's usual bedtime hour during the week. Locking eyes with Abigail, you look over at John.

He slowly pulls himself to his feet and stumbles his way to opening the driver's side door, popping the hood. When he goes to lift it and lets go, the shocks that were supposed to keep it up fail and it hits him on the head, hard.

"Oh my god!" Abigail gasps and scrambles over to John, you right behind her.

John clenches his jaw tightly and slams the hood down. "Fucking 2017 truck and it can't hold the goddamn hood up! My fuckin' old ass 1976 F-150 has a goddamn hook for the damn hood, but this sparkly piece of shit can't even have good shocks on it!" He unlatches the hood again to slam it down even harder than before.

"John, let me look at your head." Abigail gets a hand on his arm and one on his back, walking him away from the truck. She's not a fan of the murderous glint in his eyes, and she likes the fact that he's employed.

She sits him down on the blue roll-around, feeling his head for bumps or scrapes while you hold a flashlight. "Nothin' too bad... Just a headache, I bet."

"A bad one." He mutters. "I hate this fucking truck..." Defeated, he hides his face in his hands.

"Executive decision." You murmur, rubbing his shoulders. "We're going home and you can finish this in the morning. And after that, you take the rest of the day off."

"It don't work like that, babygirl."

"I don't care. This right here isn't fair to you. It's ten o'clock at night!"

"I used to stay this late all the time. Ain't no thing."

"Enough, John." Abigail tucks her two fingers under his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Then and now ain't the same. You got a family with us, and as your unofficial wife I'm tellin' you to go the hell home and shower up so I can go to bed with my damn man!"

John sighs and closes his eyes. She hugs his head to her chest and you lean down and hug him from behind. With a kiss to his cheek, you murmur sweet nothings in his ear.

"Okay." He mumbles. "Can one of you drive me here tomorrow? My eyes are shot and I don't think I can see through my helmet."

"I would be more than happy to." You smile, kissing his cheek.

Everything gets unplugged and the overhead lights are turned off, and then you're out of the garage and walking through the office. John picks up his lunchbox and his cell phone, following you and Abigail out and locking the front door.

John opts to sit in the backseat, and as you peek back and watch him sleep with his mouth wide open, you can't help but smile.

"He works so hard..."

"Too hard." Abigail responds, eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror to glance at John. "I didn't realize that's how his job is. Mechanics do a lot for people, but they always wanna call 'em snakes. They don't get the credit they deserve."

You snap a picture of John that's absolutely going on this year's Christmas cards. "And yet he still does it. What a man."

"What a man indeed." She hums.

As you and Abigail settle into silence, John smirks just a tad. Tomorrow he'll use his fueled up ego boost for no good, but for tonight he'll just bask in the warmth surrounding him. He is loved just as much as he loves and he never wants to forget this feeling you and Abigail have brought to him, and he silently vows to himself in that moment to always do what he can to deserve it.

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this-is-freeridge · 5 years ago

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The Air Between Us

Chapter Seven: Mari turns eighteen and Oscar finally lets her in.

Warning: this fic deals with dark themes, including but not limited to teen pregnancy, rape, drug abuse, murder, abortion, underage drinking and underage sex.

Read the other chapters here

I wrote 90% of this when I was sick and by the time I finished I couldn’t be bothered going back to proofread so I apologise if parts of it don’t make sense.

The Martinez house was full - Mari didn’t know this many people could fit in this tiny four-bedroom. That was part of the problem though. It was Saturday night, Mari’s birthday. Abuelita had made her a gorgeous dress - deep red, crushed velour with spaghetti straps and a hem that fell just above the floor - though Ruby took part of the credit as he bragged about how he snaked Mari’s phone and scrolled her Pinterest boards for inspiration. She felt beautiful, like a star, she was far from the centre of attention.

Most everyone here was extended Martinez family and Ruby’s friends and while she appreciated the effort Ruby had made, she really didn’t know what to do with herself. When people would come to speak to her, it was usually a friend or family member of Geny’s who only wanted to get the scoop on Ruben’s long lost daughter.

She felt suffocated and overwhelmed, but at the same time she felt alone. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had eyes on her everywhere she went, yet no one seemed to be taking the time to get to know her. She never thought she’d miss the birthdays she spent alone at her mother’s house, but at least there, she didn’t feel like a sideshow act.

She hadn’t heard from her mother since the other day, though she also had made a point of not answering private numbers. She blocked her mother’s number and she didn’t mention to anyone because she didn’t want to make a big deal of it. She was fine here, at least that’s what she kept telling herself.

“Fuck,” she muttered to herself as she glanced around the room, desperate for a distraction, something to keep her mind occupied, her hands busy and her nerves down.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Jasmine - one of Ruby’s classmates that she had met earlier tonight - walked past with a plate of what looked like mini fajitas.

‘Food, perfect!’ She thought, reaching out an arm to stop Jasmine.

“Girl,” she said, taking the plate from Jasmine’s hands, ��gimme that food,”

Without hesitation, Mari bit the fajita off the toothpick in one clean bite. And then the second, and the third. And the fourth. And the-

“Damn, girl!” Jasmin said with a smile. “I gotta admit, you looked like another one of them skinny bitches but shit, you can eat! Oh, but girl, don’t worry; I’m into it, I’m into it,”

“Jasmine, these are so good!” Mari said, eating a few more. She liked Jasmine, the girl seemed genuinely interested in knowing Mari - when she wasn’t trying to get the goss, anyway.

“I know right!” Jasmine replied, popping one in her mouth, “my mom made them a couple weeks ago and she was just going to throw them out but I was like damn, what a waste! So I just reheated ‘em girl, no big deal,”

Mari stopped eating immediately. “Wait, weeks? Jasmine, this is chicken - how old are these?”

Jasmine shrugged, “like two, three weeks? Don’t worry though, I heated them up for lunch yesterday, they’re fine!”

“Yesterday? How many times have they been reheated?” Mari shook her head, “actually, no. I don’t wanna know,”

Resigning herself to the fact that she probably just contracted salmonella or something, Mari headed for the bathroom.

“Mari!”

Ruby. She really didn’t know if she could deal with his right now - there were too many people she didn’t know staring and whispering about her and she just ate three-week-old chicken.

“Ruby, I’m pretty sure I just got food poisoning from Jasmine’s chicken fajitas so I really need to go and vomit now,” she said, exasperated. She didn’t mean to be rude, but she was over it. “Is this important?”

“No, that’s perfect!” Ruby said, eyes lighting up. He grabbed a nearby chair and climbed onto it, standing so that he could yell above the crowd, “Yo, everyone! Mari ain’t feeling well so she’s gonna go throw up! I’d avoid the bathroom until she comes out!”

Mari gaped at him until he clambered back down.

“Ruby, what the hell?”

“It’s fine,” he said as he opened the bathroom door and shoved her inside, “have fun!”

The door closed behind her and she stood for a moment, unsure what the hell just happened, and then she noticed something.

To the side of the window that was opposite the door, there was a piece of lined notebook paper stuck to the wall. Written in colourful markers, that paper read “EXIT THIS WAY”, complete with hand-drawn arrows pointing to the window. Beneath that was a chair with another note atop it. She made her way over to the chair and picked up the sticky note.

The note read: I know it’s small, but it’s the only window without bars on it. Sorry! :(

Mari giggled and curiosity got the best of her. She dragged the chair to the window and, though it took a bit of contortion, she shimmied her way out. When she was finally outside (and breathing fresh air for what felt like the first time in years) she looked around and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when she saw what was waiting for her.

Standing near the gate was Oscar, clad in his usual shorts and white socks, complete with a black wife-beater, but in his hands was a small cake with a handful of candles on top.

“Ruby thought you would be feeling a bit out of place,” Spooky said plainly, as though just the sight of him wasn’t making her heart beat so hard it could break her ribcage.

What was he doing here? After everything that had happened between them that week, the last thing she was expecting was Spooky to turn up.

“So he arranged me a...you? With a cake?” She asked with a laugh as she walked over to him.

“The cake was my idea,” he said and handed it to her, “it’s red velvet; the red colour comes from beetroot, sounds weird but it tastes good,”

She smiled down at the cake, too embarrassed to face him with her bright red face. He made her a cake? What was he doing to her?

“Well, Ruby knows me well,” Mari said, “I couldn’t wait to get out of there,”

Spooky gave a half shrug and offered a simple solution. “So, lets get out of here,”

From the moment he said it, Mari knew she shouldn’t leave with him. It would be rude - to Ruby, who planned this, and Geny, who was letting all these people trash her house, and Ruben who would be so worried - but the idea of going back in there made her throat close up.

The answer was simple; she wasn’t about to pass up some time with Oscar.

“Let’s go,” she said with a nod and a smile. It was a bad idea, she was only going to cause herself more embarrassment and heartache, but he had this power over her and she couldn’t stay away.

“You look good in that dress, mami,” he said. He was taking care to stay about a foot away from her, but she didn’t miss the way he eyed her up and down, “real good,”

“Thanks, Abuelita made it for me,”

He cleared his throat and said, “it, uh, fits real well,”

“You didn’t have to do this,” she said.

“I wanted to,”

The line gave her all kinds of contradicting feelings; a deep heat in her stomach and a cold, icy hand that wrapped around her heart and squeezed.

She couldn’t keep this up, she needed to get over him and he wasn’t helping.

Mari stopped walking and turned to him. “Then what I mean is you can’t keep doing this,”

He paused and asked: “and why is that?”

And then he continued walking. With a sigh, Mari walked with him. Maybe this conversation would be easier if they weren’t facing each other.

“Surprising me,” she said, “the cake, telling me you aren’t involved, letting me know I look good. You know I’m into you and you’ve made it clear you aren’t into me. Doing all of this shit isn’t helping me get over you,”

At some point as she spoke they had reached Oscar’s house. The lights were on but the place was quiet; Mari suspected that this was a rare occasion no one was home. Spooky didn’t say anything as he unlocked the door. Neither did Mari.

Did she want to know what he was thinking? Yes. He looked so deep in thought though, cute frown on his face and a small pout, and Mari didn’t want to push him in case she pushed too hard and he put those walls up.

He led her inside and locked the door behind him. Oscar took the cake from Mari’s hands and set it on the kitchen bench on their way through. His hand was pressed against her lower back as they walked through the vaguely familiar hall to his room. His hand was warm and Mari was loving the feeling of his hands on her. The tingles were back.

“When did I say I wasn’t into you?” He asked as Mari sat on the edge of his bed, making herself comfortable.

“At the party, when I kissed you,” she answered.

He made his way over to her and sat beside her. This situation was all too familiar and she was starting to get antsy. Why did this feel so intimate?

Spooky looked at her, he was so close she could feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke. “I said it wasn’t a good idea; I never said I didn’t want it,”

“So...what are you saying now?”

“That,” Spooky shrugged and looked away, “maybe you triggered my chemical reaction too,”

It suddenly became too hot and Mari’s hands were getting clammy, her heart racing. What is he saying? She shut up as he continued.

“I didn’t know for sure at first, that I was into you. I knew you were fine,” he raked his eyes down her body, “and I knew I wanted a piece, but it wasn’t until I saw you at the store the other day. I was with you, and then she walked in and it just sorta clicked in my brain. I wasn’t interested in her. Not when you were around,”

Mari’s world was spinning. Her feelings were returned - she wasn’t crazy! She wanted to kiss him again, but she wouldn’t risk it yet. He had to make the first move this time.

Instead, she asked: “and what does that mean for us now?”

His answer broke her heart all over again.

“It means I still don’t think it’s a good idea,”

“Why?” She snapped. She couldn’t keep doing this. She wanted to leave, and she was definitely going to, but she needed answers to get closure, “Is it my age? My family? What is it?”

“It’s my life!” He yelled back, “You can’t be safe with me, Mari. The Prophet$...they’re unpredictable. Yeah, most of the time they won’t shoot when your woman is around, but that don’t mean they won’t use you to get to me. I won’t risk you,”

Mari wanted to argue, but she couldn’t. He had good reasons and she had to respect his decision.

But she couldn’t deny she still wanted him.

Maybe they couldn’t be together long-term, or in any sort of serious capacity, but did that mean they couldn’t be together at all? She wanted him, that much was simple, and he wanted her back.

“One night,” she said, turning to him and letting her hands rest on his knees, “just give me one night. I like you, you like me. Sex has never been presented to me as a positive thing and I want to change that. I want my first time to be with someone I trust. It doesn’t have to be a thing, no strings and...no feelings. Tomorrow we can act like nothing happened and go back to being just friends,”

“I don’t know, Mari,” he said, “Aren’t there already feelings,”

“So,” she said as she scooted closer, “call it closure,”

Oscar paused and glanced at her lips, covered in a thin layer of gloss all plump and shimmering. He knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted her. One night wouldn’t hurt, right? Closure. Right. One night with her and then he would know what it was like to be with her and he could finally get it out of his head.

Right?

The devil on his shoulder won out once again as he cupped her cheek and captured her lips with his. The gloss tasted like strawberry and her lips were softer than he had imagined. She let out a small whimper as she melted into the kiss. The sound urged Spooky on and he took it as an invitation to swipe his tongue across her lower lip and slide it into her mouth.

She fumbled a little but picked it up quickly as she returned the kiss with fervour. She pressed her body closer to his and he let his hand fall to her hips. He grabbed her tight and pulled her onto his lap as they kissed. She knelt across him, knees on either side of his legs and dress pushed up to her thighs.

Spooky’s hands found their way to her ass and slid under her dress, pushing the dress up further and grabbing handfuls of her thick backside as she started to slowly grind against him. Oscar’s hands fumbled with the zipper on her dress as he relished in the friction she was creating.

“Look at me, mami,” Oscar’s gravelly voice ordered, sending shivers down her spine. She obeyed, meeting his hooded eyes with her own.

He stood from the bed with her in his arms and kissed her once more before he set her down gently. The spaghetti straps slid over her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor in a cascade of crushed velour. In only a pair of peach, nylon-seamfree panties, she would’ve felt embarrassed were it not for the way Spooky’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight of her. Instinctually, she brought her arm up to cover her chest.

“Your turn,” she ordered, feeling brave despite her pounding heart.

Mari enjoyed the show as Oscar removed his own clothing. She noticed the way each of his muscles moved as he pulled the wife-beater over his head, revealing his tan skin. The sight sent heat pooling to her core, she could already feel the wetness between her legs. Once he was clad in only his briefs, he bridged the distance between them. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her body into his. Mari felt his erection press against her and she wondered briefly if he is going to be gentle with her. He took her face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, that alone was enough to dispel any doubt.

Oscar’s blood boiled as he felt her breasts press against his chest. Her black hair was still perfectly curled, but her cheeks were rosy, her lipgloss was smeared and her lips were kiss-swollen. She was truly beautiful and for just a moment, he wondered what the hell she was doing here with him. He brushed the thought aside quickly. He couldn’t think of a time he had wanted anyone else this badly. He wanted to rip off that dress, turn her around and take her. If it were up to him he would have, but this wasn’t up to him. This was Mari’s night and he wanted to make sure he took his time worshipping her.

Feeling bold, she slid her hand down his chest, past his stomach to his growing bulge. She touched him gently at first, but the way he began to press into her hand urged her on. Mari closed her eyes and let her head drop to his shoulder so he couldn’t see her blush as her instincts took over and she moved her hand up and down. He moaned softly into her ear and she could feel his thick length pulse.

With a growl, he threw her back onto the bed, as she landed she let out a small giggle. The sound was music to his ears and he smiled as he climbed over her, propping himself up on his elbow. His free hand tangled in her hair and he pulled her back for another kiss. She tasted like cheap champagne and cherry lip gloss and it was addictive. He kissed her hard, with confidence, but she could feel the hesitation on his tongue as it glided over her own.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered against his lips. “Don’t hold back. Kiss me like you mean it,”

He didn’t need to be told twice. All hesitation gone, he kissed her like it might be the last chance he got. His hand left her hair and found its way to her knee. His fingertips tickled the skin of her inner thigh as it trailed higher, higher, until he found the elastic of her panties. Pushing them aside, he let his fingers slide over her wet heat.

Mari’s hips bucked into his hand, begging for more friction. She had never felt anything like this, her body was on fire in the best way. Oscar sucked and nipped at the skin of Mari’s neck, then slid his tongue over her skin to soothe it. He repeated this as his fingers entered her, doing his best to distract her from the unfamiliar sensation. She cried out, a little in pain but mostly in pleasure.

“Want me to stop?” Oscar mumbled against her ear.

Mari shook her head.

“No, I want it,” she said. He continued pumping in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up speed as her hesitant whines turned to needy cries. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. He couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to hear dirty words coming from that pretty mouth of hers. As much as he’d love it, he didn’t dwell on it. He wanted her to be comfortable, not pressured or pushed outside of her comfort zone.

A needy whimper escaped her lips when his fingers left her. She had never felt anything like that in her life, so euphoric and intimate and she never wanted it to end. Still, she couldn’t wait for what was still to come. When she glanced down, between her knees she could see the outline of his length straining against his briefs. From what she could make out it wasn’t too long, not that she had much to compare to, but he was thick and she wanted to feel him.

Oscar started to move off the bed and within a second Mari had grabbed his arm to stop him.

Where was he going? Was he having regrets? Did he not like it?

Mari’s mind, the part that is so afraid of rejection and being alone that she usually hides so well, was on overdrive.

“Where are you going?”

She hated the way her voice shook as she asked but then he looked at her with a soft smile, as though he was reading her mind. Warm, chapped lips met her forehead with a small kiss, something that felt both too innocent and too intimate in the moment.

“I’m getting a condom, baby,”

Mari tried to ignore the butterflies she got when he called her baby as she replied. “I’m on the pill, it’s okay,”

She wasn’t sure where the courage to say that came from, but she didn’t care when a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“You sure?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow in that way that makes Mari melt because she doesn’t understand how a single person can be that attractive. She could only nod, pulling him back to his position between her thighs.

She hooked her fingers around the band of his underwear, tugging them down as far as she could in his kneeled position. His cock sprang out of the cotton confines; he was bigger than she had thought and it excited her, but it also scared her. She bit her lip a little too hard to get rid of any hesitation and grabbed the base of his length, stroking him with a steady confidence, reminding herself it’s okay she has no skills because he already wants her.

Oscar hissed a “fuck” under his breath and, curious, Mari looked up at him to gauge his reaction. His brow was furrowed, but his mouth was slightly open and his deep brown eyes were staring at her with an intense hunger. Oscar made a low, guttural sound and grabbed Mari’s thighs hard. She almost hoped he’d leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints so that when she wakes up tomorrow she has some tangible proof that this actually happened, for just one night she had him.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered and she was quick to obey, watching with a wanting gaze as he removed his own briefs. “Lie down,”

He hovered over her, forearm by her head to hold himself up.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said, “this is good. I-Is this good for you? Don’t guys like-”

He cut her off with a kiss and she could feel him aligning himself with her entrance.

“I like this,” he said, “I want you to be comfortable,”

“Oh, okay,” she exhaled into a smile and wrapped her legs around Spooky, locking her ankles behind his back and pressing him into her. “I’d like you to fuck me now, Oscar,”

And then he kissed her again, though it wasn’t enough to completely distract from the sting of pain she felt as he presses into her. He filled her up completely and though it was a foreign feeling, she loved it.

“You good, mami?” He asked.

“Yeah, I- Oscar, I need more,” she whined, using her legs to pull him closer to her.

The pain persisted but Mari focused her attention on the feeling of Oscar’s tongue on her neck and the smell of cigars and Corona on his breath until she barely noticed the sting. She pressed a kiss to the Santos cross on his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin as she traced the ink with her tongue.

Oscar touched every inch of skin he could reach until he settled between her legs once more. He rubbed her with practiced movements while he thrusted into her, steadily losing the pace he had built up.

Mari’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She cried out, almost worried that the neighbours would hear but not caring enough to do anything about it. Her legs shook and her back arched off the bed as her nails raked down Oscar’s arms.

“Shit, Mari, I’m gonna fucking come,” he warned, and the sound that Mari made in response tipped him over the edge as he reached his climax, spilling into her.

Once he’d come down, he looked at her and brushed a stray curl from her face.

“How do you feel?” He asked, his eyes searching her face for an answer before she spoke.

Mari met his gaze and felt her face burn. “I feel good. I feel really good,”

He smiled and kissed her gently. She could still feel him inside her; was a strange feeling, stranger still when he pulled out of her - she felt disconnected, like the intimacy between them was gone and the curtain had been pulled back to expose the reality that they were still no more than friends. But that was her idea, so she has no right to feel so hurt about it. This was what she wanted, what she asked for, and he had been perfect.

Oscar took some time to clean her up with an old t-shirt that had been draped over a chair by his bed by a bookshelf (full of books that Mari wanted to ask about, but felt that wasn’t the time) before he went to his dresser and handed her a large tee. She felt a funny sense of deja vu - the last time he did that was right before he rejected her advances and now here they were.

“Thank you,” she said as she slipped it over her head.

He nodded and grabbed a half-smoked cigar from the ashtray atop the dresser. He had already put it between his lips and had started to light it when he spoke.

“The bathroom is just across the hall,” he said, and then, “you should probably go,”

Mari felt like a bucket of ice had just been poured over her as the words hit her.

Only friends. Just sex. She reminded herself.

“Okay, yeah, uh, I should get home,” she agreed, trying to act cool as she sat up in the bed and scanned the room to find her clothes, “everyone is probably wondering where I am,”

Spooky laughed. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her to him. She hit his solid shoulder with a soft thud and let out a small “oof”.

He tilted her chin so that she was looking at him and scooped down to capture her lips in a languid kiss. It was different to all the others they had shared that night, somehow. It wasn’t as hasty, as needy, as desperate. It was slow, all plump lips and warm tongues, like a beautiful dance instead of the battle it had been before. She liked it and she couldn’t help but think that it didn’t feel like a one-last-time.

“Mariana,” he breathed her name as he broke the kiss, “I meant you should go to the bathroom, not go. I want you to stay tonight,”

And she wanted to stay too. So that’s just what she did. She ran to the bathroom and rushed back to him, not wanting to waste any of the time she had convinced him to allow her. That night, as she lay in his arms, she felt warm and safe and so very not alone. She couldn’t help but hope that, just for this perfect night, the nightmares wouldn’t come.

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